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helping you get books when you’re too little to reach, recommending more and more inappropriate books to corrupt your little brain, sitting you on his lap and letting his hands wander while he reads to you

"fuck, you feel that ? your tight cunt is so much wetter and hotter when you’re ovulating. you greedy little thing… your body is literally begging to be bred."

"spread your legs wider. i’m not being gentle tonight. i’m going to fuck you deep and brutal like the fertile slut you are."

"listen to how sloppy you sound. dripping everywhere, clenching around my cock like you need my cum. that’s right, precious angel this is exactly when you’re most fuckable."

"you’re ovulating and i’m still going to ruin this pretty pussy. i’m going to pound you until you can’t walk straight and fill you so full you’ll be leaking me for days."

"beg for it. beg me to fuck my cum into your womb while your body is screaming to get knocked up. how pathetic and perfect you are right now."

"that’s it, darling. take it harder. you can scream into the pillow while i breed you raw. your ovulation makes you such a desperate, cock-hungry whore for me."

because daddy is using your puppy parts.

you can feel him deep inside you, dragging against that spot that makes your toes curl even though you can barely move. your body is still heavy with sleep, your mind all fuzzy and soft, like cotton wool stuffed behind your eyes.

you whine, sad that you got woken up-

but so, so happy that daddy is using you.

so you whimper and push your hips back, just a little.

and daddy shushes you again, running his hand through your messy hair, scratching behind your ear the way you love. ''shh… shh… you're okay. you're doing so good, puppy. just a little more.''

you try to say something. "Mm... d'ddy.." but it comes out muffled and garbled.

daddy chuckles. "such a sleepy puppy, mhm?"

you just make another soft sound, even too tired to push your hips back.

and then he asks, gentle, "do you need one of your special sleepy pills, puppy? or are you gonna be good for me?"

and you know what the sleepy pills do.

but you also know he's proud of you when you're good without them.

so you sniffle, push your face into the pillow and mumble, "…g-good…"