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I'm part of a system and don't know my actual age. Late 20s is the closest. Blank blogs will be blocked.
if i'm a good boy, can i eat you out?
if i'm a good boy, can i mount you?
if i'm a good boy, can i fuck you so deep that i can't stop?
if i'm a good boy, can i breed you?
A trope that gets to me: 'guard dog' character and their partner who are both fully aware of it and honestly don't care/kind of like it. Someone says "call your guard dog off" and their partner does call them off. That person, their 'guard dog', is someone who is unreservedly, irrefutably loyal to them. Someone undoubtedly dangerous who is willing to kill, to maim, to obey, simply because of their love for one another. There's no manipulation involved— it is loyalty, brutal, dogged loyalty. And it goes both ways.
@puppyplease got a muzzle on me yesterday...
get you a dog who looks at you like this when you muzzle her and lets you feed it joints through the bars
pics are from @cxntpxppy btw
A trope that gets to me: 'guard dog' character and their partner who are both fully aware of it and honestly don't care/kind of like it. Someone says "call your guard dog off" and their partner does call them off. That person, their 'guard dog', is someone who is unreservedly, irrefutably loyal to them. Someone undoubtedly dangerous who is willing to kill, to maim, to obey, simply because of their love for one another. There's no manipulation involved— it is loyalty, brutal, dogged loyalty. And it goes both ways.
good boy but in the way you praise a hunting dog after you have it gore something
taking a loyal hound to my chambers after an assassination attempt and sitting it down on my bed to clean its wounds, praising and thanking it for protecting me, for putting its safety at risk in an effort to keep me alive. stripping it of its remaining armor and undershirt, leaving them to lie bloodied and discarded on the rugs, then running my soft hands along my knight’s exposed skin. its breaths come ragged, eyes hooded and tired but never leaving the candle-lit glow of my face, and it whimpers and groans when i stitch it up but does not make an attempt to stop me. in fact, it leans into my touch like something starved, and i can’t resist letting my fingers trace its muscles and play with the drying blood that paints its skin. i finish my task but one last pained hiss has me soothing my hound with my words, running my fingers through its soft hair, watching its blissed-out expression when i pet it. and it’s really all too easy to dip my fingers below its trousers and take the knight in my hand, listening to its quiet but relieved moans as i reward it for its service to the crown—to its prince. feeling myself get hot and desperate just from watching it rut up into my palm, rubbing my thighs together as my knight clutches at expensive sheets and calls out my name. i can’t help straddling it as it lies there begging for more, for anything i want to give it, for anything its prince desires. i don’t care that i’m being reckless, that if anyone were to walk in unannounced they would punish my hound for defiling its prince. all i can think of is the blood pounding in my veins, how terrified i’d been before being saved by the knight beneath me, how strong and feral it had looked taking on my attacker; it’s the least i can do to thank it by allowing it to fill up its beloved prince, inch by inch. load by load.
As per my recent post! I love the idea of being somebody’s guard dog. I’ll stand loyally at your side protecting you. I’ll be there looking scary and intimidating, staring anybody down to tries to mess with you. People might see us and think I’m the one in charge, but in reality you’re the one holding my leash and pulling the strings. I’ll do anything you say. Behind closed doors, I’m nothing but a pathetic whimpering mess for you
ID. a grayscale close-up photo of a hand pulling on a lead clipped to a dark leather collar. End ID.
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Wearing a strap so my handler can cockwarm it, sitting on my lap - they just wanted to feel full, and "you can do this for me, like a good boy, right, puppy?" I'm struggling to stay still - I want that fullness too, and their weight on my thighs is really working me up, making me feel desperate - "No humping. Stay, puppy. Be a good dog for me," they correct me, and I try to keep my hips still, pressing my face into the crook of their neck and struggling to keep my whines quiet.
hey bro sorry my tail started wagging when you said my name lol it's nothing weird not a gay petplay thing it's just that your acknowledgement of my being as a named category thrilled and delighted me such that i imagined us frolicking for several hours my leash wrapped tight in your hand and the tug of the lead on my throat soothing and grounding me making me feel safe and fundamentally wanted at your feet and answering your beck and call haha. like i said not a gay petplay thing. btw just out of curiosity would you describe me as a good dog? like as friends
hey bro sorry my tail started wagging when you said my name lol it's nothing weird not a gay petplay thing it's just that your acknowledgement of my being as a named category thrilled and delighted me such that i imagined us frolicking for several hours my leash wrapped tight in your hand and the tug of the lead on my throat soothing and grounding me making me feel safe and fundamentally wanted at your feet and answering your beck and call haha. like i said not a gay petplay thing. btw just out of curiosity would you describe me as a good dog? like as friends
something abt being a guard dog just sounds so appealing (and hot) to me. you own me but i also get to protect you, hold you close to me in a way that others cannot (i'll very much make sure of this). and sometimes my devotion can get a little too much, and the line between keeping you safe from harm and being the only one who can fuck you so roughly gets blurred... but you don't mind that one bit, don't you? just tug on my leash and i'll do whatever you wish.
havin ur collar clipped to another mutt you hate and people watchin as you try to kill each other <3
predator & prey, etc.
underrated threesome dynamic of herding dog x lamb x wolf
it's about being caught between the grip of somebody who wants to protect you and somebody who wants to devour you and knowing that what they both share is a desire to possess you in your entirety btw