Oh Come Here Pspspspsps Come Here Stupid Fucking Dogboy Come Here No I Won’t Choke U With The Collar

okay I NEED to be fucked and knotted, bred and told how pretty our litter is gonna be, what sweet puppies I’m gonna make for you, how much you love the clench of my tight hole, filling me up with cum until I’m sobbing and can’t take more.

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"

if your boyfriend is overthinking a lot you should make him strip and collar & leash him and have him sit naked at your desk by your heels while you work btw. yeah it really helps with separation anxiety, poor thing.

wanna be called puppy in mundane situations, “thank you puppy” when i do you a favor, “pretty puppy” when i show off my outfit, “c’mere puppy” when asking to cuddle

The difference in pleasure between jerking off on my back and jerking off on all fours is INSANE, I literally am just a horny mutt I guess. I don't really know if it actually feels better physically or if it's in my head or maybe a combo of both, but God, it's insane. The feeling could drive me to insanity, I swear.

There's nothing better than humping against my paw, feeling my sensitive and wet little t-dick twitch and throb on my fingers and feeling the heat radiating off my puppycunt. And then, as I feel myself getting close, I love to hold my hand still and rutt between my fingers to finish. It really feels like I'm a feral pup pumping ropes of my hot seed into a needy hole with every hard pulse of my cock.

But without fail, I always just end up more needy after. I need the REAL thing. I need to overpower a sub and pin them down under my weight. I need to hear them whimper and gasp in anticipation as I line up my intimidating member with their hole. I need to thrust in and start fucking them with no remorse, caring only for my pleasure and the end goal of spreading my genes. I need to listen to their rhythmic "uh uh uh"s as my knot bullies their achey entrance. I need to growl and bite the back of their neck with my full jaw force, tasting their warm blood in my maw as I force my swollen knot in and tie our bodies together, kickstarting my orgasm. Feeling their walls milk my pulsing cock as I shoot my load deep into them, ensuring that their properly bred. I need to fill them so full, that a small bit of cum spurts out past the breeding tie from the sheer buildup of pressure inside of them.

Then, and only then, will my heat be properly satiated.

he died from not having his face shoved into the sweaty crotch of your shorts and his head held still in your grip while you grinded your bulge against his cheek btw. his little porcelain heart shattered into 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 pieces. you basically killed him

I think it says something about me personally that I struggle with getting off on dumbification/bimboification/petplay in the “useless cute little puppy” way, but immediately fall apart over being someone’s weapon or tool or useful object or hunting dog or smart little thing. I need to be lesser than in a masochistic way but also I have to be so useful all of the time. I can’t be a dumb puppy, because then I can’t outperform all of your other puppies and make your life easier and impress you every single day and snarl and bite at anyone who is anything less than worshipful to you. I’d rather be a useful slut, brilliant, helpful and an active participant in my own subjugation. And isn’t that a better feeling anyway? Knowing that someone so worthwhile absolutely worships you? Knowing that I could easily ruin someone, and I would if you ever directed me to?

happy eat rocks friday