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i love reading sad books bc when your own grief is stopped up inside you like a clogged drain you can grieve for a character on a page and understand that you're also grieving for yourself a little bit

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sometimes during hole inspections there’s a leaky mess so ur dad has to lick it clean

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Are you touching yourself for your big brother? You should be.

Go ahead, kid. Slide your hand down and rub yourself through your underwear while you count to ten.

Then reblog this.

Just repeat it every time you see the post. Show me what an obedient little thing you are for your big brother.

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Scrawny run away hitch hiker and bear trucker.

They’ve been traveling together for awhile now, the kid doesn’t really have a destination in mind. He’s just along for the ride, and this dude feeds him too so,,,it works out! It’s awesome! They’re both trans, he gets to listen to stories about the truckers transition. And it makes him excited for the future! This man is so supportive of him, taking care of him, and it just slips out.

“I wish you were my dad.”

They don’t talk for awhile. And he feels knots in his stomach, like he’s just fucked up this one good thing he had going. He mopes in his seat, keeps his face pressed against the window and tries not to cry. When they pull over he’s not suprised when the man opens his door and tells him to get out.

He bites his lip, trying to choke back the tears. He expect the man to drive off and leave him, but he doesn’t. He grabs his arm, so frail and small between his fat fingers, and drags him to a bathroom. He doesn’t get a word out before he’s slammed into a stall wall and the trucker is pressing their lips together. His face is read and his head is fuzzy, this isn’t what he thought would happen. This isn’t even something he thought of. But a large hand is squeezing its way into his skinny jeans.

“W-wait!”

“Fuckin…think you can just say stuff like that, huh? get me all fuckin worked up. Thinkin about you as my son, my pretty little boy.” Fuck his fingers feel good circling his clit. It’s not even his own choice when his hips start moving, as if they have will of their own.

His head is thrown back against the stall, unable to stop the whines leaving his lips. And the bear of a man towering over him is drinking it all in. Loves the way he looks withering against his touch.

“I can be your dad…I can be that for ya kid. You gotta be good for me though, yeah? Can you do that? Be dads good boy?”

He’s nodding, he shouldn’t be but he is. His words are caught in his throat, the idea that this is wrong is somewhere in the back of his head but he can’t hear it over his own pathetic moans.

The man pulls his hand back, making him whine and pout. That earns him a chuckle in response.

“Patience baby. Don’t worry, dad’s gonna give you what you need. My good boy, dad’s good boy. Anyone ever suck your cock before?”

He shakes his head. Wants to say something about not having a cock but he can’t, not when he watches the man drop to his knees and start pawing his pants off.

“Sweet boy…ofcourse you haven’t. Saved yourself for me, right? Gonna let me show you everything?”

“P…please…” it’s all he can manage, thick fingers are spreading open the lips of his cunt and his clit throbs with anticipation. He’s so bare, so exposed.

“Please what? Come on, use your words.”

“Please…please dad please suck me off. Please I need you dad dad dad please..” he’s sobbing, sniffling and shaking with feelings intensely taking over his very core. And he just about looses it when there’s a warm tongue pressed right to his sensitive bud. His hips jerk forward. The truck driver his dad licks and sucks at him like a man starved. He’s moaning into his cunt, like eating him out is somehow giving him pleasure. And fuck it’s too much, he cums embarrassingly fast. Whimpers when he continues to lick him through his orgasm.

“Good job, kiddo. So fucking good. Taste so fucking good, so lucky to have such a sweet boy.”

He’s crying again. Collapses on the floor to his knees, and a big arm is wrapped around him pulling him close.

“It’s okay. You’re okay, you’re safe now. I’ll take care of you. You don’t need anyone else, just need me. Just need your dad.”

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reblog for slimy tentacles to bind your arms and legs and another one to latch its petals around your face and pump eggs into your throat

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Thinking about the monster under my bed listening to me masturbating and begging for someone to fuck me.

It waits until I fall asleep before it crawls out and onto the bed. Carefully it removes the covers and spreads my legs, staring down at the mess between my legs. With it's extra long tongue it licks my cunt but stops when I make a little noise.

The shadows in the room wrap around my wrists and ankles leaving me completely at the monster mercy. It starts to licking and sucking at my little tdick, making it hard. It's tongue wraps around my cock and jerks it off.

Moaning and thrusting my hips in the air, I start to wake up. It notices and mounts me. Rubbing it's cock agaisnt my hole before shoving it nside me. Before I can scream out it's tongue is works it's way inside my mouth and fucks my throat. I whimper trying to move but my arms and ankles are stuck in place.

'You should have been more specific about what you wanted to fuck you.' I hear a voice in my head say.

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My working theory is that this trend of gooning/masturbation hypnosis has only become a thing because everybody and their grandmother is now getting high on gummies and those do go hand in hand with braindead masturbation. I've done my own personal research into this topic and can confirm True Gooning is only really a thing when you're tripping off an edible

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could you please tell me how you’d torture a little brat’s clit?

Clamping your cuntlips so hard you shriek, chains running from the clamps to your manacled ankles, so that when I tie your legs open, they spread your cunt vulgarly wide. Every inch of you on display. Eyes going wide when you see the stinging nettles. Squirming and whimpering underneath me as I flog you raw, your most sensitive parts red and swollen and throbbing from each vicious lash. Begging me to stop.

And still, your little clit isn’t quite sensitive enough for what’s coming next, but that’s nothing a little suction can’t cure. As I pump the air out of the tiny clit sucker now fastened to your throbbing nub, you can’t help but moan a little in pleasure, even thrusting your hips back and forth, before you discover the inside of it has been slathered with hot sauce. The screams and sobs and mindless begging are completely incoherent as you violently thrash against the leather straps holding you down. Nothing looks prettier than a true ugly-cry. Tears streaming down your face, every muscle taut in agony as an unstoppable chemical reaction brutalizes your body.

And in a second the suction is released, which somehow makes the throbbing worse as I gently pull back the hood of your clit and place a clamp behind it. Unable to avoid any fresh torture I inflict. This time, though, it’s the soft bristles of a makeup brush, almost imperceptibly teasing your clit in tiny strokes. All the pain and overstimulation has been too much, and the sudden softness of the gesture makes you break down all over again, face streaked with tears even as your swollen little cunt drools down your beaten fuckmeat. The sensation is too rhythmic, too persistent. You’re getting close. You want to cum. You can feel it building. All of that need and warmth and tightness growing. You start to beg. And it’s pathetic.

All that whimpering and moaning and pleading the man who hurt you to finally let you cum. You’re so close. You can almost taste it. You can feel the very edge of orgasm.

Then, a drop of hot wax spills over your poor little clamped tortured clit and sends you over the edge. The jolt of pain riding a wave of pleasure as you grunt and spasm and groan like a fucking animal, muscles taut and flickering as each fresh drop of wax makes you cum all over again, soaked in your own wetness.

A messy little slut who got what it deserved.

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I want to be fisted and gaped soo bad. Like someone ties my legs apart and just slowly stretches my cunny wider and wider. I want to feel someone fucking their whole hand in and out of my stretched cunny. Need to feel them punching my cervix from the inside. Hopefully they will decide to add other other hand so they can really fist me. I want to feel my sloppy hole gaping open and get filled up with an inflatable toy after so that my hole stays gaping wide open. Want my ruined cunny to constantly be so gaped and ruined that it drools all over the floor where I am. So wide open and soaked that I could take a fisting anywhere.

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let me know what you think 😇

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Actually need my entire cunt pumped because good boys have such puffy and swollen cunts right? To bulge in my boxers or in your hand feeling abused 🤤😳😳🤤

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nice cunt. you should think with it more. you're way more fun when you do. people like you more when you think with your cunt. you'll like yourself more when you think with your cunt. you should think with your cunt.

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im at work and I cannot stop thinking about anal fisting 😵‍💫 bend me over a table and tie me there so I can't move with my legs spread, i want you to play with my tightest hole, teasing it till it's all pink and puffy, slowly slide your lubed fingers in and out, stretching and coaxing the ring of muscle to relax, inch by inch. ignore my soaking wet cunt, maybe only touching my clit occasionally if you feel like watching my empty hole clench and hearing me beg. work your fingers in deeper and deeper, feel my body try to fight you, but eventually relax enough to push your hand past your knuckles. by the time you have your entire fist in me, I'll be begging to cum; but you can't let me yet, you still have another hand to work in 🥴

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