This Is Who Youre Asking To Work 40hrs Per Week Btw

gangrape that's more like a stray animal emergency rescue mission than rape. i'm thinking "careful careful careful eeeasy" and "he's just scared, poor thing" and "it's okay buddy it's okay we've got you"

Need someone to force a joint in my mouth until I barely know where I am or how to move. Need them to control my pleasure because they know best and I’m too stupid to actually know what I want hnnnngggg

Apologetic cnc. "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry" as he forces another inch into you, feeling too good for him to stop.

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oh come here pspspspsps come here stupid fucking dogboy come here no i won’t choke u with the collar and tug it too hard come here boy pspspsp no im not gonna kick you in the ribs again and spit on u just get over here right fucking now you dumb mutt

do you think purple looks good on me?

(he/him)

every so often I come across a kink post about like being kidnapped and tortured or held at gunpoint or begging for ones life for sexual purposes and I understand its going for a very haggard frail thing being taken advantage of vibe but in my mental image it really just comes off the same as that picture of wolverine strapped to a nuke

there’s something so disgusting and feral and perverted about getting off to the smell of someone

getting handed your sweater or a blanket and it’s supposed to be for comfort when we can’t see each other but instead i’m fucking my toy and shoving my face into it because fuck. you just smell so good i couldn’t help it

it’s not my fault your smell throws me into a fucking heat, i’m just doing what dumb mutts are supposed to >_<

put a collar on me so when you're fucking into me the bell jingles. move me how you want it when I give you head/eat you out so the bell jingles. Make me squirm so it jingles.

Condition me to get soaked when the bell jingles. Make me associate that little noise with pleasure

"Sit. Stay. Down. That's right, good pup. Now, play dead." You laugh and lay back with your eyes closed. Thinking it's a joke. The way you sprawl out under me makes my cock twitch.

There's a long pause, longer than any other. It's an off key, absent kind of sound.

Lifting your head up a bit, only to be pressed back down firmly into position. "Down. Stay-" You try to peek an eye open but my hand doesn't alleviate from your face. "I said: Stay."

You keep your eyes shut, confusion trickling like cold water down your spine. My breathing turns heavier as I run my hands down your body, "that's it. Good. Stay just like that- you're doing so good."

You freeze. Not moving a muscle as I pry your limp legs apart. Looking up from your pretty little cunt to your slack face, eerily still–you almost look like you're sleeping. Almost– and back down.

I'm bottoming out inside you before I can process the vapid desperate motion. Barely enough thought to pull your panties around your ankles. Holding you down by your head as I growl and quiet you. "shhh, that's right. Don't make a sound. Play dead. playdeadplaydeadplaydead, pup. Fuck- dead things don't whimper. They don't react, shush now."

While I violate you, I feel the dead weight of forcibly relaxed muscles clench and grip my thick cock. The tension and discomfort in you palpable. But your little head is spinning, it feels so good. You have to be a good doggy while you lie there and just take it. Doing exactly as your told. Each thrust jostling you, and you can't even scream. You can't move. You're dead. You're dead and I'm using your holes to jerk off.

A sick twisting in your guts tells you that you're going to cum from being used like snuffbait.

I tell you that too.

Right before I fill you up and clamp a hand over your mouth so you can't breathe and ruin the immersion of the moment for me. I want you to play dead a little longer.