• taken, asks are open & encouraged, dms are for mutuals only

• dualcom did system, mainly only 2 alters will post on this blog but occasionally others will too — posts will be tagged by alter, more info under cut

kinks: fauxcest, piss, cnc/rape, petplay, somno, ageplay/ddlb, dadson & brocon, free use, cum/bloodplay, identity roleplay

hard no's: detrans, patriarchy, scat, any kind of orientation play, raceplay, feet, ear/nose stuff, not necessarily a hard no but im not a fan of gangrape

son who keeps consistently missing the toilet, and dad is fed up. he comes home from work one day and lets himself into son's room.

"shut off the game." he orders immediately, and there's no room to argue. watching as his son hesitantly saves his place and turns off the console. "now, come on."

son can only follow.

there's a dog crate in the garage. son's breath catches- they dont have a dog. dad doesn't say anything as he hauls it inside and places it on the kitchen floor.

son stands around and awkwardly waits as dad puts a puppy pad down inside.

"take your clothes off. now." dad orders, and son scrambles to comply. "now get your ass in there. if you wanna piss on the floor like a dog, I'll treat you like one. you're gonna sit in here and use the damn pad like a good dog. right, son?"

"yes- yessir."

"ah, dogs don't talk do they? dogs bark. c'mon, show me you understand."

"w- woof."

i audibly cheered upon seeing this ask.

dad holding son's dick, grumbling in his ear about how to fucking aim. son is too embarrassed to even listen to dad's words, solely focused on dad's big warm hand wrapped around him. even when dad orders him to let go, his brain stalls

"son," dad drawls and squeezes the base of his son's cock. "im not gonna tell you again. let go. if you can piss on the floor, you can piss in the damn bowl."

when son inevitably lets go dad coos praise in his ear, holding him fhe entire time. his clothed bulge pressed against his son's ass.

he bends me over the kitchen counter and shoves my jeans down when im trying to do dishes. shoving inside of me without prep, biting my shoulder while he uses me like his personal cum dump

i dont ask when he comes in my room and tells me to open my legs, i just do it. waiting patiently for him to climb on the bed and work down his pants to finally take what's his

big brother doesn't fight back when his baby shoves him on his back on the kitchen table, pathetically pawing at big brother's own jeans in an attempt to pull them down.

"Bud, talk to me," he tries, helping the younger man pull down his jeans. "What's going on? Are you sick?"

little brother can't verbalize that he picked up an interesting flower that smelled... awfully good. just like big brother. before he knew it, the world was assaulting every single sense in his body and he was dragging himself home, so hard his body was physically aching.

big brother lets his little brother pull his own cock out, bright red and excitedly jumping at the sight of big brother's hole. the prep is rushed, a bit of spit and some fingers before little brother is sinking inside. the scorching hot fog easing a bit as he grabs his big brother's hands to interlock their fingers; and begins to move.

hot, sweaty, skin on skin and little brother whimpering into big brother's neck. fucking into the older man like a dog in heat, the sound of his big brother's gasps feel like fuel to the fire.

he cums embarrassingly quick, knowing that his big brother will undoubtedly tease him about it later. soft cock popping out and his cum dripping out of big brother's hole.

the heat is gone. wool lifted from his eyes. it almost feels like everything crashes over him in a wave.

"... The flower." he mumbles.

"What?"