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Waking up next to him, kissing along his neck and cuddling up for warmth, running my hands from his waist to the front of his boxers, palming him until he wakes up whining, begging me to fuck him.
listen. i'm all for corrupting your cute little mind to only think about me. your brain, your body, your sounds, all made just for me. you wouldn't dare listen to anybody else, not that you could, when i'm all done with you.
isn't that right, little pup?
Date idea: we'll cuddle naked and if it slides in, it slides in
awwww, don’t cry puppy! this is good for you. isn’t this what you asked for? i thought you told daddy you wanted to cum. silly puppy, did you think we would stop after just one?
Fuck machines are an amazing invention. Literally a toy that uses you, and does so relentlessly. Even when your legs give out and you whine that you can't take any more it'll keep pounding. Never slowing, never giving you a break. Just drilling your poor hole insatiably. It's perfect for needy little human fleshlights like me
Nobody has made me feel safer or more respected than the filthy perverted freaks I was warned about.
Oh, baby. Your hands are so little on my dick. You’re so fuckin cute. Do you think it can fit inside of you someday? I bet it would make you feel so full, huh? Here, let me rub it against you so we can pretend. Moan for daddy, baby. You’re gonna make me cum with how cute you sound. Can you stick your tongue out so I can come on it? Just like that. God, I’m gonna paint your face so pretty.
Daddy rubbing his grownup parts on my hole n telling me I'm too little for what he wants to do to me
you KNOW you shouldn’t snoop in your big brother’s stuff. you know you should stay out of their room. but there’s a game you REALLY wanna play and they have the playstation. plus, they’re not home— what’s the harm, right? just play for a couple hours, they’ll never even know.
you’re laying on your tummy, so sucked into your game that you don’t hear them when they come in. the door slams behind them. “who the FUCK told you you could come in here?” they’re furious. you open your mouth to apologize but they just scowl. “don’t.”
you plead with them that you can make it up to them. “you’re going to make it up to me.” something in their eyes shifts, gets darker. they walk up to you and rip your little shorts down, pushing your head into the mattress. “everything in this room is mine. now you’re mine, too.” their hands run over your skin, nails raking into your flesh. “now keep your fucking mouth shut or mom and dad will hear.”
the next time you sneak into their room to play a game, there’s a twinkle in your eye. you know exactly what you’re signing up for.
Whimpering loser big brother who cums too quick while repeating “I love you” over and over, sniffling big brother who cries too easy and cries while fucking his little brother telling him how sorry he is, pathetic big brother who kisses his little brothers feet just to touch him
I love loser <3 socially awkward, anxious, bad haircut fucks who jizz their pants if their little brother bends over infront of them
i’m getting real sick of being told that fucking dogs is wrong. like. i can’t rape him if i’m the one face down and screaming. all i’m doing is giving my sweet, beautiful, loyal boy what he needs to feel good!! he wouldn’t do it if it hurt! he’s just been so pent up, and i don’t have the money to get him fixed- i have to help him one way or another. and i’m disabled; my arm’ll get tired if i jerk him off, so i have to let him use this fleshlight god so kindly put between my thighs!!!
i miss being his little girl
i can’t wait to get home and jerk it like crazy w every toy in the drawer
i altered the original formula but this is a rewrite of my other shitty incest/dog porn post from the other day i hope this one’s better lol
big brother who brings you into his room with a promise of candy and video games. he sets you up under his desk, keeping you distracted with your ipad and a dog toy he found that feels good to bite. when you get bored, he airdrops random memes until your stomach hurts from giggling. the cycle repeats again, and he manages to keep you occupied for an hour before you get well and truly bored.
“do you want a hit off my j?” he offers, a wicked smirk on his lips. you blink, because you’re too little for that, but if he forgot, or doesn’t know, then you’re certainly not going to tell him. so you nod excitedly, and clumsily pull from the joint. he laughs at you and your cheeks redden with embarrassment. “like this, puppy,” he says with another chuckle as he shows you how to do it properly. this time, you don’t cough, and when it hits your head, something funny happens to your brain. you can feel it buzzing in your skull, and your big brother looks positively delighted.
“good job, pup!” he praises. it’s too much, the excitement and the way he pets your head as hard as he can. but you’re high, and it feels good to be praised, so you lean into his hand. “hit it again. i wanna see, you looked so cool the first time.”
as intended, the compliment goes directly to your head and your back goes straight immediately. pride colors your cheeks as you inhale the smoke, except this time, big brother kisses you when you pull the joint away from your lips, and you’re so stunned you forgot to exhale. by the time he pulls away your head is spinning and air is hard to find, but the high is immaculate and you’re not sure that kiss was real, because now big brother is smoking like nothing happened, and maybe you hallucinate on weed? you wouldn’t know, you’ve not smoked before.
“do you wanna watch a cool video on my phone, pup?” he asks casually, spreading his legs in his gaming chair. “you have to hit this five more times first, okay? that’s how big kids earn phone time.” you nod, head foggy, and climb up into his lap with little prompting, too high to do anything but what you’re told. you lose count after the fourth hit, but you’re pretty sure you hit it more than five times, and you’re also pretty sure big brother is kissing you between hits, and pushing more smoke into your lungs when you’re not smoking, but you’re too high to remember after the smoke clears.
he does end up showing you the video, though.
it’s someone who looks like you, except hidden behind a cute little kitty mask. they’re smiling and waving for the camera, and a big, pretty german shepherd is next to them, wagging his tail and panting happily.
“cute puppy!!” you say excitedly, brain completely devoid of any thought beyond what i see in front of me. i don’t process big brother’s fingers trailing up and down my sides, i just watch the person in the video take off their clothes and sit on the couch by the doggy. they pat their lap and do something with a jar of peanut butter, and then the doggy starts licking between their legs. the person starts to moan and tremble, and you watch with wide, innocent eyes, confused and intrigued.
“they’re playing, see?” he says casually, kissing your temple, then your cheek, then finally your lips. he doesn’t stop this time, so you think it’s probably real, but you can barely feel your arms, so maybe not. who knows. “wanna play?”
you nod, a perfect yes man, and he pushes at your pj pants. his fingers find something that makes you gasp, and he coos softly at you as he plays with it, but he’s also laughing. “you’re so wet and for what?” he mocks, sliding you off his lap and onto the floor. “you don’t even know what that means. and you’re too high to stop me, of course. come on, puppy. let’s play a game.” his hand is still in your pants as you kneel in front of him, squirming and whining, and his free hand grips your chin tightly, keeping you looking up at him as he molests you. “you’re such a good puppy, yeah? my little sib, with such a pretty little cunt that’s so wet just for me.”
“feels funny in my tummy,” you whimper, grinding innocently down on his hand, eyelids drooping from the weed.
“s’okay, pup, chase it,” he encourages, his voice taking on that praising tone that makes your sinuses buzz. “cum f’me, puppy, be a good dog n’cum for your big brother.”
something snaps like a rubber band and you cry out, gripping big brother’s arm as tight as you can, digging in your nails as every part of your body starts to uncontrollably shake. “bubby- bubby-“ your voice cracks and wavers as you fall apart on his fingers, and his hand finally leaves your chin to stroke your hair adoringly.
“good job, puppy! good dog!!” he praises you with soft kisses and gentle nips on your neck and shoulders. you’re still shaking and panting, but you smile widely, exhaustedly. “you’re the best doggy i could ever ask for. do you wanna try the next part of the game?”
and you’re a good dog.
of course you nod.
he shoves his pants down at record speed, spreading his thick thighs to show off his own throbbing cunt. it’s pretty, even though you’re a bit confused, and you scoot closer on wobbly knees.
“play like the doggy in the video, pup,” he orders, his voice slightly nervous. as if this is the worst thing he’s done all day. but you’re still too high to question him, and you stick out your tongue and lap clumsily at him. he gasps and whines, and his hips buck up before he controls himself. except you liked that sound, and you like how he tastes, and you like having something in your mouth, and suddenly your enthusiasm is enough to make up for your utter lack of skill.
your tongue finds every spot that makes him squirm and gasp, and soon his hands find your hair and he’s fucking your mouth desperately, seeking orgasm like it’s divine, and you can barely breathe but the sounds he’s making are doing something special in your chest and it’s all you can think about so you can’t stop even when he’s trembling and begging for mercy.
when he finally manages to drag your face from his cunt, you’re slick and drooling and dazed and he can’t really get mad at you, because he’s the one who invited you to his room.
When I was little, we had 2 dogs. A sweet mutt who was my favorite, maybe 40 pounds, and the other was a nearly 200lb mastiff who, by some grace of the heavens, was so polite when I would take him out on walks by myself.
Looking back, I’m furious I was so clueless at the time, because what I wouldn’t give now to be in the same position
Tiny, and stupid, and clueless, living down a dirt road in the middle of the woods, taking my big sweet dog out for walks all by myself.
He was such a good boy- He obviously wouldn’t try anything, right? If I bent over, he wouldn’t nuzzle up against me, just to sniff? I mean- It’s just communication, isn’t it? He kept me safe, let me lead him around- he was just getting a good whiff of me. And he definitely wouldn’t nudge in a little closer when he smelled something different, would he? Maybe I had an accident, maybe it was arousal. I’d be too stupid to know either way.
And I’d definitely be too stupid to figure out what was going on when he’d nudge me over easily- what, triple my size at that point? He’d barely have to try. And my little skirt would flip up and I’d be red faced and blushing because I hadn’t bothered to put panties on- They were uncomfortable and awkward, and it was just a quick walk, anyway and- God, his nose was cold, shoving up against me, and god- it felt funny when he did that, and- Oops, I didn’t mean to make that noise- And I’d try to get him to stop, I guess. I mean- It felt inappropriate, right? I learned in school that this was a private spot, just for me, but- It felt nice, didn’t it?
And I’d feel myself getting wetter, face red because I thought I was pissing myself, and maybe I did, too, maybe I leaked a little bit, because this was all too much, but he wouldn’t be too bothered. He’d just lap that fat, sloppy tongue over my tiny cunt, drinking up whatever came out of me, and I’d gasp, because, Oh! That felt- And- and it’s so- And I’d be moaning, face in the dirt, the shame I was so sure I was supposed to have quickly abandoned alongside his leash on the ground, but he wasn’t going anywhere, he had exactly what he needed.
He’d barely have to mount me.
I was small enough that he’d fit nicely over me, and my little butt just happened to be angled just right that he could jut his hips forward, and I’d cry out, but nobody would hear me, and I wasn’t really sure why something wet and pokey was jabbing at me, but I wouldn’t have much time to think about it before he rammed the tip into my tiny cunt, a scream leaving me and getting lost in the woods around us as he’d force it in deeper, his panting loud in my ear.
And I’d be too little to carry any puppies, but god, he’d certainly try, and by the time he’d knotted my little cunt, I’d be panting and stupid and grinding back against him, bouncing my little butt to try to get him deeper, moaning and squirting onto my pretty skirt.
Or something like that.
What kind of sick fuck are you? Dogs really?
woof
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