#LGD

[ioverbug]

which stage are you all at 🥰?

[dykebr0ken]

imagining a straight man apologizing while he’s r@ping me. telling me he just wants to help me feel like a real girl, since i obviously haven’t had the experience with men that i should have. he cums inside my ruined cunt and tells me not to cry bc i’ll be making him a daddy soon, which should really help me connect to my femininity <3

[slugmorelz]

red nose Central Asian Shepherds from Tajikistan - Sagi Dahmarda. © Latif and Alikhon Latifi

[wolfbaker]

Imagine jerking a man off with your pride flag

You lay it over his lap like a blanket, his stiff erection poking up and making a tent

You reach over and wrap your fingers around it, gripping it and the fabric together

You then start to stroke it up and down, stimulating his dick with the literal symbol of your lesbian identity.

You keep pumping up and down as you feel his legs twitching and he gently thrusts into the pocket pussy you've turned your pride into

Finally, you feel his dick spasm and you see a wet stain slowly spread across the tip, bleeding through the orange, pink, and white folds

🧡🤍🩷

[dragconne]

Dada being cute @ her talent show

[bonefarm]

LARGE GOOD DOG

[sheepblr]

The Armenian Gampr (Armenian: Գամփռ, romanized: Gamp’ṙ) is an Armenian breed of flock guardian dog native to the Armenian Highlands. It falls within the Ovcharka group of livestock guardian dogs, which can be found throughout the Transcaucasus area.

The Gampr is the traditional flock guardian dog of Armenia. From the 1920s, when Armenia came under the control of the Soviet Union, large numbers of the dogs were taken to Russia, where they played a crucial part in the development of the Caucasian Shepherd Dog, or Caucasian Ovcharka.

The principal traditional use of the Gampr was as a flock guardian dog, protecting flocks of sheep and goats from attack – particularly by wolves – on the upland pastures of mountainous regions of Armenia. Although sheep-herding has declined in the country since independence, wolves continue to threaten flocks; in 2006 some 2000 dogs were still in use for this purpose. They may also be used to guard people and property, another traditional use.

An Armenian Gampr among sheep at the Armash Important Bird Area

An Armenian Gampr playing with another dog of unknown breed in 2012

[escarnios]

HOW TO BE SWEET FOR YOUR BOSS

beetlejuice x lesbian!reader +18

Warnings: Non-con, Dyke breaking, Lesbophobia, Misogyny Kink

Plot: Inspired on Beetlejuice Beetlejuice, you're lesbian and work as Beetlejuice assistant after you died, you know he is attracted to you and that's makes you feel confused

You never imagined that you would die in such a simple way. A traffic accident, quick and silent. The impact took you out of your body and, in the blink of an eye, that's how you found yourself after two weeks, Assistant to the famous Bio-Exorcist? You had barely accepted your own death and were already thrown into someone's routine. But you heard that resisting would be useless. You were trapped there, in the underworld, and your new boss Beetlejuice didn't seem like someone you could argue with.

In the following weeks, you immersed yourself in a world of confusing paperwork and bizarre equipment, but surprisingly, you discovered that it was better than you had imagined, or almost. The scary became your new normal. Beetlejuice was a complicated man, but he wasn't the kind of boss who would be a tormentor to work. The tasks were simple and you learned quickly.

And well, even though he was... intense, you felt a certain admiration for him. He was so unpredictable, so absurdly sure of himself. However, you noticed his long and intense gaze on your cleavage or caught him looking at your ass when you turned around after handing him some important paper, his smiles that were longer than necessary, and the way he made a point of getting closer to you.

The fact that you were a lesbian didn't help, since you died you suddenly didn't seem so interested in being in a long-term relationship, you even tried to flirt with some girls without success, you thought that maybe it was some consequence of the death but from what you saw in beetlejuice, maybe the problem was with you or you didn't want to admit it to yourself, but there was something about the way he looked at you that made you feel confused. You knew he was attracted to you. As much as you tried to ignore the tension, there was an undeniable magnetism.

You knew you didn't reciprocate that attraction, but you felt something you couldn't explain. Never having really been with a man in your life was something that made you feel proud as a lesbian. You rejected many insistent guys during that time, but with Beetlejuice it was different. He was constantly giving you looks and sending you flirtatious messages. You didn't know what it was, but it made your heart race and your pussy wet, accompanied by a lump in your throat and a strange feeling.

One day you come back into your office claustrophobic place at the end of the proceedings and spot Beetlejuice sat slouched in the chair in front of your desk, his striped suit rumpled and stained. He leered at you as you entered, his eyes roaming over your body in an unsettling manner.

"Well well, if it isn't my favorite employee," he said with a smarmy grin, revealing yellowed teeth. "I've been thinking... you've been doing a hell of a job around here. Such a hard worker, always putting in the hours."

He stood and sauntered over to you, invading your personal space. The cloying scent of cigarettes and whatever wafted off him.

"I think you deserve a little... bonus. For all your dedication, you know?" Beetlejuice reached out and ran a finger down your arm, giving you a shudder of revulsion. His other hand rested on his crotch, making the intention behind his words crystal clear.

"So, babes? You, me, a little private celebration of your stellar performance? I promise I'll make it worth your while." He waggled his eyes suggestively, waiting for your response with a lecherous smile. The ball was in your court now - to accept his vulgar proposition or shut him down.

"I really...thank you for the oportunity....and really...appreciate it, but I'm not interested." You said with scared,trying to choose the words, whenever Beetlejuice gets close you prefer to ignore it but his clothes and his smell are hard to miss

Beetlejuice chuckled, undeterred by your obvious discomfort. He leaned in even closer, his sour breath hitting your face as he spoke.

"Aww, don't be like that, baby. I'm just trying to show my appreciation for all your...hard work." His hand slid from your arm to your hip, fingers digging you. And could feel the heat of him through your clothes, making your stomach turn.

He glanced down at your chest, ogling your breasts shamelessly. "Look at you, so stacked and sexy. It's enough to drive a man crazy, y'know? Maybe we should have a little fun, blow off some steam together."

Beetlejuice's other hand moved from his crotch to cup your ass, groping the flesh roughly.Thrusting his hips against you. The hard bulge of his erection pressed insistently against your thigh.

"I'm a lesbian, really understand your admiration but I have no interest in you in that way, please let me go" I say with relief because I finally let him know who I was and I had hope that he would let me go but he makes no move to leave

Your boss lecherous grin only grew wider at your confession. He threw his head back and laughed, the sound harsh and grating.

"Lesbian, huh? Well ain't that just precious!" He grabbed your face roughly, forcing you to meet his hungry gaze. "Listen up, toots. I don't give a flying fuck if you bat for the other team. Been around long enough to know these things are fluid or fixed"

He yanked you closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "I'll straighten you right out, baby. Fuck you so hard and so good, you'll forget all about those little dyke sluts"

Beetlejuice fumbles with his pants, finally managing to unzip them and pull out his hard, throbbing erection. He strokes himself a few times, his eyes never leaving your form, you can feel the tip of his cock brushing against your tigh.

"Get on your knees, babes," He commands, his voice rough with lust. "I want you to suck my cock like a good little slut. Show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do. If you do a good job, maybe I'll even let you cum on my dick. Would you like that, sweetcheeks? To have your first straight orgasm on my cock?"

He grabs a fistful of your sholders trying to force your down to her knees. He's desperate to feel your lips around his shaft, to claim your body and soul as his own.

He grins widely, taking in the sight of your body trembling before him. His cock throbs eagerly as he moves closer, grasping your chin roughly and forcing you to look up at him. "You're shaking like a leaf, sugar. Don't worry, this ol' guy will take real good care of you," he fake promises with a lecherous wink.

Beetlejuice shoves his erection against your lips insistently. "Now open wide and say 'ahh', babycakes!" he commands gruffly. The ghost presses forward, trying to force his thick, veiny shaft past your lips and into the hot cavern of your mouth. His other hand tangles in her hair, ready to guide you movements as you works to please his aching dick.

You had never sucked a dick there were tears on your face, it was sad, a man, the thing you find most disgusting is using your mouth as a sucking toy without your permission Beetlejuice was literally raping your face, so why you were feeling so wet between your thighs, you felt his head going back and forth at the speed he wanted, since you were inexperienced you still had a lot of difficulty breathing. You remember some rules like not using your teeth, breathing through your nose (not like you needing), using just your tongue, so ypu put them into practice, you run your tongue around your boss's circumference, the taste was weird, it was cold but at the same time hot because of your excited mouth, your eyes closed licking and sucking every inch of him, doing your best to control your moviments, you didn't know if it was fear, you kept shaking but at the same time you were enjoying it.

Beetlejuice's grip tightens in your hair as he continues to fuck your face, you felt like you were choking it wasn't like you were going to die but it was very uncomfortable, you wanted to take your head off for a minute but he held you back. He's too lost in his own pleasure, too focused on the wet heat of your mouth. His balls slap against your chin with each brutal thrust, his cock hitting the back of her throat.

"Mmm, fuck, your mouth feels so good," Beetlejuice moans, his head falling back in bliss. "I could fuck your pretty little face all day. You were made for this, babes. Made to be used by men like me"

Tears stream down your face as you struggles to breathe around Beetlejuice's thick cock. Your jaw aches from being stretched so wide, her throat convulsing around his length. You looked up and really saw that he was going to cum, men get weird faces when they're going to cum

"Get ready, baby, I'm gonna put all down your throat," Beetlejuice warns, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Swallow it all like a good girl. I want to feel you drink down every last drop.

You feel like a explosion in your mouth, that warm, gooey stuff starts coming out of his dick. You were swallowing it all and it kept coming, not that you had much of a chance, he was holding your head and you couldn't move

Beetlejuice chuckles darkly as he watches you cough and sputter on the floor, his cum leaking from her nose and mouth. He finds her debauchery incredibly arousing, loving the sight of her so thoroughly used and defiled.

"Did I ruin your tight little throat ?" He coos mockingly, scooping you up and turning you around to lean you back behind your desk."Don't worry, sugar, we're just getting started. I've got so many more holes to fuck."

The ghost starts to grope your ass, you feel it tingling and getting hot underneath you, he wasn't holding you, you didn't think you needed it either, you weren't going to run away, you were already his.

quickly pulling up her skirt and pulling down her already wet panties. He spreads your legs wide, exposing your glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. Beetlejuice licks his lips, his cock already hard again as he positions himself between your thighs

"I'm going to make you mine, babes. Ruin you for any other woman," He growls, rubbing the head of his cock against your entrance. "You'll be addicted to my cock, craving it like a drug. I'll fuck you so good, you'll forget all about your silly lesbian fantasies."

Beetlejuice slams his hips forward, burying his thick shaft deep inside your tight cunt. He groans in pleasure, reveling in the feeling of her wet heat gripping him like a vice. The ghost starts to move, pounding into your pussy with brutal force.

You felt the table rock, with his movements, your moans became more incessant, you didn't know if it was from pain, you held on to the edge with tears still on your face not knowing what it would be like from now on, your pussy dripping on his cock, your thought was only of him filling you inside, so that was what you lost in all these years with just fingers, scissors and sex toys, you wanted more than what he was giving you at that moment.

"Such a tight little cunt," He groans, his fingers digging into her wrists. "I bet you've never had anything inside this pussy except stupid dyke fingers. Well, consider yourself lucky, sugar. "I'm going to stretch out this pussy, make it fit only my cock".

Beetlejuice releases one of your wrists, using his hand to roughly grope her breast., twisting it between his fingers that makes you moan more. The ghost chuckles, enjoying your sounds

"Fuck, your tits feel so good in my hand," He growls, kneading the soft flesh. "I'm going to spend hours playing with these perfect little breasts. Sucking on your fat nipples until you cum just with my hands."

Beetlejuice's thrusts become more erratic, his balls slapping obscenely against your ass. He buries his face in her neck, inhaling her scent as he fucks her into the mattress. The ghost is close, his cock throbbing inside your tight heat.

"Get ready, babes. I'm going to fill this pussy up with my cum," He grunts, his hips stuttering. "Paint your insides white with my seed. You're going to be dripping with me for days."

Beetlejuice moans in ecstasy as he feels your pussy clench around his throbbing cock, milking him for every last drop of cum. He grinds his hips against yours, making sure to pump you full of his vile seed. The ghost laughs as he sees the squirt gush out of your abused hole, soaking you legs and the floor, that was the first time your have an orgasm in a time you don't even remember how was your last. This wasn't supposed to be pleasurable, what was your problem, why was your body behaving like this.

"Look at that, sugar. You squirted all over my cock like a sweet whore" He praises mockingly, pulling out of her with a wet pop. "I knew you'd be a natural at taking my load. Such a perfect little cumdump."

Beetlejuice look back back on his haunches, admiring his handiwork. mona lies limp and broken beneath him, your pussy gaping obscenely as his cum leaks out. He reaches down, scooping some of the vile mixture up with his fingers. The ghost brings them to your lips, forcing her mouth open and pushing his digits inside.

Thrown on top of the spread table, trying to maintain the pose, you were wet and humiliated, your legs trembling asking for comfort.

"Get some rest, sugar." He threw a clean towel beside you. "I was thinking about you having some time off, you'll need it because from now on you'll have some extra tasks besides the usual"

You felt him close the door to your office, leaving you in that position to get ready. You realized you could get used to it, it made you feel a little more alive after that.

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[reluctantperverteddaddy]

I often think about a scenario where as a closeted trans woman I get caught by a mean girl in my cute panties or looking at transfem advice blogs.

She could have just outed me but she gives me a chance to prove I can be a real man by converting lesbians she hates into good girls for a mans cock.

It’ll be easy to do because she’ll be my accomplice and lesbians hit on her all the time. She’ll get the girl in a vulnerable position and “force” me to fuck her til she loves being fucked by men. If I don’t she’ll let everyone in my homophobic town know which means I’ll lose my job and be harassed and possibly raped and beaten by the worst shitty men in town.

Maybe I should take the abuse instead abusing women but at the end of the day I have to protect myself from abuse.

And also the idea turns me on. Though I never liked being a man in normal circumstances I can’t help but get hard at the idea of fucking women straight.

The first time I fuck a dyke til her mind is broken and begging to swallow my cum I know I was meant for this.

I had found my purpose and now it was my job to make dykes realize their true purpose as cum receptacles for men.

[cxtoonzzz]

La Grande Dame realism comm for @sexynetra !! Was soooo happy to work on this bc I adore LGD :3

Idk why Tumblr won't let me attach more pics I'm gonna cry

[slugmorelz]

red nose Central Asian Shepherds from Tajikistan - Sagi Dahmarda. © Latif and Alikhon Latifi

[wolfslayer]

Mongolian Bankhar

[dragconne]

Jean-Paul Gaultier for Drag Race UK vs The World

[bonefarm]

I share my coat with u 🙂

[coffeenuts]

[sheepblr]

The Azawakh is an ancient sighthound dog breed from West Africa. It is raised throughout the Sahelian zone of Mali, Niger, and Burkina Faso. This region includes the Azawagh Valley for which the breed is named.

The Azawakh is a multipurpose breed and is used mainly for hunting, as a livestock guardian and as a general guard dog. Unlike a lot of guardian breeds, the Azawakh is highly social and thrives in a pack with a complex social hierarchy. They are very protective of their owners and wary of strangers.