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(@bulltuskbutch you asked to see where this was going so 🫣)
dad who gets home on a regular day, expecting the usual routine of hanging out with its son, making food for the both of them, then telling him its going out, knowing its boy doesn't ask questions, he's too old to care what his dad does on its personal time.
dad who's still ashamed it has so many one night stands each week. not ashamed of having sex, or doing it with guys, no... just of all of them being much younger boys who look suspiciously similar to its own son. it did stop for a while, after the first time it moaned its son's name when it came. but the urges were so strong it was afraid it might end up touching him for real, so it's back to a routine of fucking boys with the same skintone and dark curls. sometimes it even works up the courage to ask if it can call a boy a different name... thinking about raping your son while fucking another guy is okay as long as you never actually act on it, right?
dad who's surprised to find the house empty and dark, who calls for its son as it makes its way through the rooms, until it sees the faintest bit of light coming from the unused basement. there's noise coming from there, too, so it starts down the stairs in a hurry, afraid something might have happened to its son. something hits it in the back of the head, and the last thing it sees as it tumbles down is a pool of blood spreading on the floor in a corner of the room.
dad who wakes up some time later, tied to a chair under the bare lightbulb hanging from the basement ceiling. it blinks, vision coming into focus just as it takes in the sight before it. its son, covered in blood, hair matted to his forehead with sweat, crouched next to a few bodies slumped against the wall. it takes the dad too long to recognise the faces, left pristine in contrast to the bloody, lacerated bodies: the boy it fucked a week ago, who let it call him by its son's name; one from a couple of months back who looked so similar to its son it cried after it was done fucking him; another it had forgotten about, not even from the city. and, closest to its son who has his hand in the boy's hair, pulling his face back, the boy it was supposed to meet tonight.
'hi, dad.'
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I just want to be woken up by being fingered.
My older brother has himself slotted between my legs, sucking my tdick while he plows me with his fingers. I don’t scream, I just stare at him wide eyed, trying to figure out what’s more important. This is wrong, or that it feels so fucking good. He looks up at me, still sucking my tdick, and I finally decide. I push myself down on his fingers, wanting, needing him deeper. I start to whimper, getting louder and louder until he takes his hand away from where it was gripping my thigh and holding my throat with it. He’s not cutting off my air, but he’s cutting off the blood flow, leaving me lightheaded and high on the feeling. I want to moan, i want to scream, but nothing comes out. Every tiny breath I take makes my body react. He finally sits up, pulling his fingers out. “I’m going to fuck you, okay baby?” I nod my head as much as I can with his iron grip on my throat, spreading my legs even farther apart. He strokes himself a few times before lining his cock with my hole. “You ready? ‘Cause I’m not going easy on you.” I nod slightly again. He pushes in completely in one go, staying in place for a few seconds as he bottoms out. “Fuck, you feel so good, kiddo.” I grip his wrist on my neck, staring up at him with wide eyes. He starts to thrust into me, slowly at first, then out of nowhere, pounding into me like I’ve never felt before. My body was moving up the mattress with every thrust. He took his hand off my throat to grip my hips, pulling me back down to meet his thrusts. “Fuck, baby. Let me hear you.” I want to moan, make some kind of noise to show him how good he makes me feel, but if our Dad hears, he’ll never let us sleep in the same room again.
“What about Dad?” He coos at me, holding my cheek with one of his hands.
“Don’t worry, kiddo, he’s already on his way to work.” He tells me, calming my nerves. He starts up his brutal pace on my pussy again, drawing little whines and whimpers out of me, until I’m screaming his name, clawing his back with my nails. He’s starting to get louder as well, his eyes starting to roll back. “You want me to come in your pussy, kiddo? Huh? You want me to put a baby in this little cunt?” I arch my back as I come, screaming his name until my throat hurts. Not a minute later, he’s flooding my cunt with his cum, holding me in place to make sure he shoots as deep as he can go. I lie there, breathing heavily, my limbs weak. I hear the bed creak as he gets up and walks away. I assume he’s getting something to clean us up, when I feel something bigger pushing into me.
“I heard how good your brother made you feel, let’s see if I can beat that, yeah?”
I wake up later that day covered in cum and bruises.
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puppyplay where u feel so guilty and disgusted and ashamed for letting ur doggy sniff and lick u there + the relief and humiliation of giving in when they mount and knot u 'against your will' knowing u can never tell any1 that ur dog raped u let alone that u fuckin loved it
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mmm a cute little puppy being stubborn and refusing their Daddy’s advances, denying the start of their first heat can so clearly smell .. so he overpowers them easily, dragging them off to a nice secluded den and tying them down to a breeding bench, their soft puppycunt exposed and vulnerable..
Forcing his hips between their legs while they sob and cry, ‘please Daddy, please don’t, you can’t, not you,’ but he can feel how hot with need their skin is, can feel their cunt getting wetter against the head of his cock nudging at their virgin cunt, the way their voice wavers, half in fear and half in conflicted arousal .. the silly pups slick making it much too easy for his cock to sliiiide inside of them, deeper and deeper, until the swell of his thick knot is pressed against their entrance, and still they try to beg for mercy, please, they can’t take any more, they don’t want it… as if their cunt isn’t fluttering around their Daddy’s cock, desperate and aching with the primal need to be claimed, knotted, and bred… but he knows the resistance won’t last much longer.
It takes so little effort to force the first orgasm from them, and then another, and another, until their pleas for mercy devolve into rough breathy whimpers and ‘Daddy, Daddy, p-please…’ their mind having given in to their heat and instincts entirely. Spending hours savoring his pups tight cunt, forcing them to cum on his cock over and over, breaking their will so thoroughly they won’t ever deny him again.
Only after they’re begging their own Daddy to knot them, claim them as his forever, to fuck a litter into their womb, does he finally stop the slow torture, finally allowing himself to properly fuck them like a feral animal in rut, claiming what’s his, what’s always been his.
Roughly pounding into them, each animalistic stroke burying his length deeper than the last, his claws digging into the soft flesh of their hips and his teeth on their neck, their blood on his tongue. His knot stretching them more with each thrust until it slides inside with a forceful, wet pop… their little puppycunt desperately trying to accommodate the stretch, spasming around the swell and milking each throbbing pulse of hot cum gushing against their cervix, whimpering and begging for their Daddy to give them more, more, more between sobs and moans… and even while knotted, he thrusts into them, fucking his cum deeper, ensuring a proper breeding… and once his knot goes down enough for him to slip out from their ruined cunt, he’ll do it all over again, over and over until their heat is over, until they are completely and hopelessly his, forever .. 🖤
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oh fuck not a full moon im not on birth control son x werewolf rapist mom who doesn't know how to pull out
growling. snarling. howling. licking. kissing. her son was woken abruptly by his mother's big bulking frame on top of him, thrusting desperately into his cunt. he wanted her to get off of him, but she was too big, too strong, his legs being stretched behind his head as he let out cried and whimpers. how long had she been raping him? his cunt was soaking wet, his clit hard and throbbing, and his entire body felt warm and fuzzy. he tried to squirm wriggle free, but it only made it worse as those big claws gripped underneath his ass, and pushed him deeper onto her cock, eliciting a loud moan. he knew what was coming next.
"no. no don't! im not on birth control mom fuck! you cant-"
but he knew she wasn't going to listen. he felt a desperate sloppy kiss cut him off before a big final thrust into his sloppy wet cunt forced him to break the kiss. his mom's knot sliding into him as she growled and emptied herself inside her son.
"no fuck i don't wanna cummm.,.,,.cumming, mom im cumming fuck FUCK NO FUCK!!"
his legs were wrapped tightly around his mother's waist. she looked down at him with hungry eyes. he looked at her with disgust, trying to cover himself and hide himself from his own shame.
"did I just cum on my mom's wolf dick?"
he thought to himself.
"and did I like it...?"
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big rough alpha dog knocking you down and sloppily licking your pussy until they're satisfied with how wet you are, shifting your hips to squirm away but accidentally digging your clit deeper into their tongue, which they gladly accept
biting your throat to get a better grip on you as they mount you with one slick thrust, trying to hold it in but letting out a content groan as the alpha's nice, thick cock rapes you, over and over
your own body's betrayal becoming ultimate as it accepts their seeds, one after one, to incubate in your stomach, cumming hard on their swollen knot as you make lots of beautiful rape babies for your alpha
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sleeping w the door open when youre home alone, fan on blast, the sheets all messed up, wearing nothing but shorts bc the heat is inescapable. and the sweet, dumb dog hops up on your bed wanting to steal the breeze pointed at you but gets distracted w how good your wet cunt smells. and it doesnt know what its doing, it just loves u, and its nose is cold when it pushes into you. you dont start to wake up until you feel its tongue licking and drooling over u and by the time you understand whats happening its already moved over you and forced itself inside. stupid tail wagging, licking sweat off your neck, knotting you, happy to be so close w its favorite owner, laying in front of the fan tg.
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shhh big bros gonna fuck you like a doggy and its gonna be ok, its gonna be ok because animals dont care about stuff like incest, they just breed any tight hole they can get. its gonna be ok cuz were just animals right now, shhhh shhh you have to let big bro cum inside you or else itll be icky. you dont want it to be icky right? only humans would pull out and its wrong for humans to fuck their siblings, so as long as i dont pull out its fine, its fine as long as you let big bro fuck his doggy cum into you, so just hold fucking still and let me have this
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Teenager, but not virgin. Rape by an actual stranger while I'm out in the world. The usual, fear, violence, involuntary orgasm, etc. Rapist leaves. Call dad, hysterical. He comes to get me, soothing, caring, safe. Home now, but too terrified to leave his side, clingy, jumping at sounds. Knock at the door. I hide behind him as he answers it, not wanting anyone to see me but needing his proximity. I hear my rapist's voice (I heard it a lot in my ear telling me to "just fucking take it"). My dad gives him money? My dad laughs? and gives him more money? when he says how I came and how fucked up I must be? The door closes. I'm frozen in terror and confusion as my dad turns around, the expression on his face now lecherous but his voice still a loving tone as he starts to remove his belt and says "There's a lot of bad people out there kiddo, seems like you'd be safer if you stayed home from now on." [fade to black, sounds of messy head and/or hard fucking and crying]
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How do we feel about a pair of dads— one trans the other cis- who have a trans son. And both trans dad and son are knocked up by the other dad?
As an 18th birthday gift, a Father and a Dad decide to give their son a very special day. The Father dresses up the bedroom, and has his wonderful husband lead the kid in, settling him on the bed. They tell him to strip, and he does. A common command given to him so his caring parents can inspect him and ensure the effects of his testosterone therapy are going smoothly. But this time, they join in his nakedness.
Both parents surround him on the bed. Praising him, cooing at him, touching him in places he’s never been touched before. He’s a sheltered kid, both Father and Dad made sure of that. But he trusts them and embraces the pleasure of his nipples being tweaked and tdick getting played with. It’s not long until his cunt is throbbing and leaking slick, just begging to be bred.
His Father shows him his girthy cock. The head peaking out from the foreskin, already leaking pre cum. Sitting in his Dad’s lap, he gets to touch it. It twitches in his hands, he can see his Father’s pulse as the veins in his cock throb. He strokes that huge throbbing cock as his Dad tugs on and teases his nipples. All the while the older man whispers pointers and praise in his ear. Father moans out as his cock is pumped, and he starts panting. He is fascinated by his Father’s reaction, with every twitch of his cock, every breathy moan, it’s all amazing! Why didn’t they let him do this before? Suddenly his Father holds his wrists steady and gets up. His Dad flips him onto his stomach, and his Father lines up his leaking cock with his virgin pussy.
He slowly pushes inside, savoring every centimeter of his son’s tight walls. They hug and squeeze his cock in just the perfect way. He hears his boy’s sultry moans as his girth penetrates and stretches out his sweet little boy for the first time. He tries to hold back, slowly moving his hips, giving his little boy time to adjust to his size. But after a few moments he can’t help but start pounding, while his husband forces his son’s face between his thighs to lap at his cunt. His little boy is very vocal, his moans and groans muffled as he feverishly tongues at his husband’s cunt. He feels his son’s walls tighten, his boy crying out in pleasure, his little tdick throbbing and twitching. His walls clench and release rhythmically as his son rides his waves of ecstasy. Immense pride swells inside him. He got to be the man that gave his son his very first orgasm. His balls tighten and he groans out as he blows his load into his son’s sopping wet pussy. His son swears under his breath as he bathes in his orgasmic afterglow. Dad brings a hand down to run his fingers through the little boy’s hair, giving gentle praise as his son and husband catch their breath.
Dad switches places with his son. Getting on his hands and knees, shaking his plump ass in front of his husband. His lover smirks, admiring the show and watching as his pussy leaks slick down into the bed sheets. He coaxes his boy to sit down in front of him and spread his legs. As the boy opens his legs, his puffy cunt oozes out some of his lover’s warm cum. He licks his lips and bends down to suck on his son’s still throbbing tdick. He savors every choked out and broken moan his sweet boy gives him. His tongue dives inside, instantly falling in love with the taste of his son’s slick mixed with his lover’s creamy cum. He feels hands on his hips, and without missing a beat, a girthy cock is shoved inside his pussy. His cunt clenches around the girth, used to the stretch and perfectly molded to his lover’s cock. His insides aren’t given any mercy. Instantly that fat cock is being driven as deep as possible. He moans into his son’s thoroughly bred pussy, alternating between shoving his tongue inside the young man’s tight walls, and sucking on his little cock. He moves his hips to meet his lover’s harsh thrusts. Wanting the exact treatment that his son had gotten. His sweet boy’s moans reach a crescendo as he cums on his tongue. He can feel his little boy’s walls clench as his second orgasm hits him. His own pussy clenches, giving his lover’s cock a vice like grip as he cums. His eyes roll back and he groans as his mouth is bathed with his son’s flood of slick. His lover doesn’t last much longer, his cock exploding inside his pussy, pressed right up against his cervix, flooding his insides with warm thick cum. The room is full of nothing but loud moaning as all three ride out their orgasms.
They lay and embrace one another, panting and lazily making out. Dad loves feeling his lover’s tongue in his throat and his son’s breathy moans on his lips. Father loves the taste of his son’s lips, and how aggressively his husband kisses him. Son loves both his parent’s lips on his own, and can’t believe he’s managed to go this long without their tongues in his throat. As they come down from their highs, they move to the bathroom. They all shower together, cleaning away any fluids and sweat. Lathering each other’s bodies with soap and stealing a few kisses.
Of course, this “special gift” becomes a daily occurrence. Father refuses to wear condoms. He’s gone his whole life without them, why stop now? Before long, both men are undoubtedly knocked up. No pregnancy test is even attempted, the size of their steadily growing tummies is evidence enough.
The pregnant Dad and Son bond like never before. They compare the sizes of their baby bumps and massage each other’s tits, encouraging milk production. As their tummies get larger and larger, resting more often is need, and they spend a lot of time cuddling. Soon enough all the massaging pays off, and both men’s tits become engorged and start leaking milk. They finger and tease each other’s sensitive nipples as they hand milk each other. They don’t just tease themselves either. In between “bonding time” they tease Father by only wearing crop tops and string thongs around the house. Unabashedly showing off their growing tummies, needy cunts, and swelling tits. Their tits have grown so much the crop tops barely even cover their perky nipples.
Father goes absolutely wild with lust every time he sees his favorite boys so swollen and happy. Their HIS boys knocked up with HIS children. He can’t stop his hands from rubbing his husband’s baby bump, just like when he was pregnant with their son. He has to feel up his son’s leaking tits, causing little drops of milk to drip from his swollen nipples. He can’t help but fill their pussies up with even more of his cum everyday, as if they weren’t already knocked up with his children. Why, it never hurts to add more…
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(@bulltuskbutch you asked to see where this was going so 🫣)
dad who gets home on a regular day, expecting the usual routine of hanging out with its son, making food for the both of them, then telling him its going out, knowing its boy doesn't ask questions, he's too old to care what his dad does on its personal time.
dad who's still ashamed it has so many one night stands each week. not ashamed of having sex, or doing it with guys, no... just of all of them being much younger boys who look suspiciously similar to its own son. it did stop for a while, after the first time it moaned its son's name when it came. but the urges were so strong it was afraid it might end up touching him for real, so it's back to a routine of fucking boys with the same skintone and dark curls. sometimes it even works up the courage to ask if it can call a boy a different name... thinking about raping your son while fucking another guy is okay as long as you never actually act on it, right?
dad who's surprised to find the house empty and dark, who calls for its son as it makes its way through the rooms, until it sees the faintest bit of light coming from the unused basement. there's noise coming from there, too, so it starts down the stairs in a hurry, afraid something might have happened to its son. something hits it in the back of the head, and the last thing it sees as it tumbles down is a pool of blood spreading on the floor in a corner of the room.
dad who wakes up some time later, tied to a chair under the bare lightbulb hanging from the basement ceiling. it blinks, vision coming into focus just as it takes in the sight before it. its son, covered in blood, hair matted to his forehead with sweat, crouched next to a few bodies slumped against the wall. it takes the dad too long to recognise the faces, left pristine in contrast to the bloody, lacerated bodies: the boy it fucked a week ago, who let it call him by its son's name; one from a couple of months back who looked so similar to its son it cried after it was done fucking him; another it had forgotten about, not even from the city. and, closest to its son who has his hand in the boy's hair, pulling his face back, the boy it was supposed to meet tonight.
'hi, dad.'
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LOVE when a kid pretends to be all innocent and naive while purposefully seducing their dad, only to slowly guilt trip him into fucking them;;
“isn’t this what people do when they love each other? i love you, dad. don’t you love me too? 🥺”
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now that i've adopted you you're gonna call me dad straight away, okay? you don't need to think about where you came from anymore, now you belong to me. we're gonna make up for all that time we lost before i made you my son. why don't you come sit on your dad's lap? don't be silly, you're not too old. see, you fit just perfect on my big thighs. keep wriggling around kid, get comfy. let me get my hands on you. let me see my baby's body. let's me help you get comfy, baby boy, let me touch you down there where you're wriggling on my lap. it's a shame we couldn't do this when you were younger. this is how we know you're really my kid now, when i can show you a father's love like this. did you know i can even put my dna inside you, so we can be even more connected? oh, you've never been touched down there before? well, that's cause no one loves you like your dad loves you. and now you're mine we get to do this every day, just father and son together. feel good yet son? feel good to be home?
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