Bunny Dream

C/W: Incest, breeding

Aww, hello, puppet. Did your mother tell you? The divorce has been finalised. Do you know what that means? Mhm? That’s right, baby. It means Daddy can now marry his pretty little princess. You want that too? I'm so glad. Let's find your mother's old wedding dress, shall we?

You look so fucking good in that dress, don't you? So much better than your mother did. All your curves, your legs, those fucking tits. They fit perfectly. You've always deserved to be Daddy's wife, haven't you? You've always deserved to be mine.

We can't get married for real, but Daddy can still fuck you in your wedding lingerie. Daddy can still take your pretty little cunt on our new marriage bed. Fuck, FUCK, your pussy's so tight. It's gripping down on my fingers. God, I'm going to stretch out your fuckholes with my cock. With Daddy's big, incest-loving cock.

Shh, baby, it's okay. You can take Daddy's dick. You need to. This is what you were made for after all. To lay here looking all pretty with your tits spilling out of your mother's lingerie, waiting for Daddy to brutally fuck you. Waiting for your husband to slam every inch of his cock inside your perfect, wet twat.

Ohhh, FUCK, yes, yes, yes! Fuck, you're so tight. I can't believe I'm fucking my own pervy, Daddy-loving daughter. You've needed this for so long, haven't you? You've needed Daddy's pervy hands touching you and groping you for ages, haven't you? You've needed your Daddy to pin you down onto our bed and break your holes with his thick, savage cock.

Your ass is jiggling with every fucking thrust baby. Do you want me to spank it? Do you want Daddy to touch your ass? Say it. Tell me you want Daddy to hurt your ass, sweetheart. FUCK. FUCK, I'm going to cum. I'm going to pour my cum inside you. Daddy's pervy cock's going to flood your womb with so much fucking cum. I'll pour so much seed inside you everyday until I've fucked a baby inside you.

C/W: Intox, Rape, Anal

I want to shove down a handful of pills down your throat, forcing it down you while you struggle, viciously fighting against your fate. Even as you fight, I’d grope your tits, feeling you up. Your fear wouldn’t matter, even then. Only my cock would.

I’d tie you to your bed face down, and slowly, gently pour some oil across your body, rubbing it in with smooth strokes, stripping us both in the process. I’d trace my fingers across your unconscious body, the pills keeping you safe and happy in the warm depths of darkness. With a thumb, I’d push into your ass, feeling you pucker around me slightly. I’d wonder how much you’ve used it.

The sight of your oiled up ass, gleaming in the dim light would make me stiff. Ready for you. I’d play with you a bit, rubbing my shaft between your slick, shiny ass cheeks, pumping against you while I moan loudly into your sleeping ears. And then I’d slip in. There’d be no resistance, no fighting, nothing. Just my hard, rapey cock plunging deep inside your tight, warm asshole. I’d start gently, my balls slapping against you harder and harder with each thrust, sweat and slick spread with each hard thrust into you.

You still wouldn’t wake up. I’d force your face into your mattress, a strong, veiny hand pushing your little head into air deprivation. With a gasp, you’d be pulled from that safe place. You’d feel sick at first, almost wishing you were dead from the nausea. And then you’d feel my cock splitting your asshole. You’d try to scream. I’d push your head back into the mattress. The sounds of your muffled screams would only make me fuck you harder.

And even as I raped you, I’d still talk to you as if nothing’s wrong. I’d tell you my name and ask for yours. I’d ask what you do for a living. I’d compliment your body, calling you pretty, in the most gentlemanly way possible, all while I violently break your body. I’d grip an ass cheek in one hand, slapping it, spanking it while I try to make conversation and raping you harder when you don’t respond. It’d be so fucking rude of you not to respond. Even if you did currently sound like a tortured, abused little animal.

Again and again, I’d ask you questions, fucking your sense of normalcy. I’d want you to remember my questions. I’d want you to recoil in fear anytime anyone introduced themselves to you. Fuck dark streets and alleyways, I’d make you fear everyone. Every sweet greeting, every kind question, you’d hate it all because of me. Because of the cock that’s tearing open your ass while you cling onto consciousness. Because of my sweet words. Because of the drugs in your system making you weak and brainless.

I’d convince you, in your fucked up state, that I’d breed you there and then. That I was using your pathetic little cunt and that I’d knock you up. You’d be too lost to know the difference. You’d scream at me, begging me not to. That you’re not ready for kids. That you hate me so much. And I’d just laugh, driving deep inside you, my lewd hands wandering your lewd little body, pinching and poking, groping you like a piece of cheap fuckmeat. And then I’d cum, biting into your neck as I do, letting my tongue flick across your skin while my cum floods your abused asshole.

God, you’re such a good girl for me, even when you’re asleep.

Especially when you’re asleep.

You’re so… vulnerable. So easy.

I’m not taking advantage of you, am I?

You wouldn’t have fallen asleep if you were scared of me.

You wouldn’t be unconscious if you didn’t want me to fuck you like this.

God, yes. Your mouth’s so fucking hot, even when you’re asleep.

It’s so much better when you’re like this. I can ram my cock RIGHT DOWN without any resistance.

SHIT, YES, you’re taking my cock so fucking well. Oh fuckkk, I love how my balls slap against your pretty, unconscious face like I’m a dog marking his territory. 

Shit, shit, shit, you’re awake, baby? Why are you struggling? Just stay still, I’m almost. FUCKING. DONE.

God, yes, the way your tits ripple with each stroke make me want to cum. I’m so close. I’m so close.

Thank me for using you while you slept. Thank me for waking you up. Thank me for making you useful even when you’re passed out little bitch.

OH FUCK, YES. I’M FUCKING CUMMING.

"No no no, you're staying right there while- FUCK... while I use your holes."

"I'm sorry for- UGH, FUCK YES... for waking you up in the middle of the night- Jesus you're so fucking tight."

"I couldn't help it. I woke up rock hard and your fat ass was just begging to be used."

I know you don’t mean to turn your twisted dad on this much. I just need you so badly that I can’t help myself. Shit, I want to feel your warm tongue roam over my cock subconsciously. I bred you into this world to suck Daddy’s cock, not to speak. It’d feel so fucking twisted raping your limp, lifeless holes. I’d feel you wake up, your mouth convulsing around my cock while I slam my shaft deeper, harder into you.

I want to feel your throat gag as your eyes widen in confusion, recognition, anger, and finally fear. Just fear. Fear that the man you thought loved you unconditionally would satisfy his aching cock in your pretty holes. Fuck, I’d want to see your face every time your dad’s heavy balls slap against your chin. I’d want to see that hateful glaring face and fucking punch you for looking at me like that. I raised you. I clothed you. And now you need to pay me back for everything I’ve given you. I’ll pull my cock out of you, letting trails of saliva and throat spit fall back into your eyes. Shit, I’d spit on your face to add to the mix. I don’t hate you, sweetheart. I just need you to understand that you can’t flaunt your body like that without Daddy needing to abuse it.

I’d flip your short skirt up, groping that fat ass of yours. One day, I’d bury my face in it and listen to your squeal in delight. Today’s about discipline. Today, I’d line my cock up against your soft vulva, edging myself with it while I watch your tears mix with spit and saliva. I’d take your first time with one swift movement. Your body only ever belonged to me. I’d piston into you hard, uncaring about your pain. You were made for me. You should take the fucking pain. The sounds of your low, animalistic groaning would only make me want to utterly ruin your pretty, pink cunt.

I’d tell you to stop crying. That you’re already in college and big girls don’t cry. I’d gently wipe away a tear from your face while I use your pussy like a jerk-off toy. You’d feel my abs flex against you, controlling my hips and the destruction of your fuckhole. Did you ever imagine your father rutting you like some animal? I’d feel pride knowing that I was the first to make you feel this way. I want to make you feel like this for the rest of your life. I want you to live in fear, knowing that you’re owned. Knowing that Daddy’s going to use you to continue his bloodline.

Please write imagines about gentle cnc? The idea of a stronger older man lying behind me in my sleep and waking me up by touching me drives me crazy. I'm shyer than this ask let's on and still a virgin so I like thinking about him talking me through it all and showing me how to make each other feel good whether I want to or not. I want to be pinned on my stomach and kissed and pleasured until I'm weak and crying. - 🐭

Aww, you'd want that, would you? To have a strong guy show you exactly where to put your hands and your pretty little lips? You'd feel my hands brush against you and my hard, throbbing cock laying between your legs. Against your perfect princess parts. You'd feel me slide against you, every vein of my cock caressing your pussy lips. You'd feel my hands wander your body and then you'd move slightly.

I'd freeze for a moment before calling for you in a low voice. I would know you're awake. I'd watch you shiver slightly while I sweep a finger up and down your curves, breathily whispering into your ear. Telling you what a good fucking girl I could teach you to be for me. Telling you that you were always made for this. Telling you that even virgin girls can be taught to please men like me.

C/W: Incest, Intox, Rapey vibes

Shot after shot, drink after drink turns into a hazy evening of laughter with your brother. You feel his fingers graze your thighs occasionally but you think nothing of it. It’s just your brother making himself comfortable… Right?

Wrong.

“You’re so pretty sis.” You hear his voice while you lay there paralysed with drunken delirium. “I’ve always wanted you. I’ve had to suffer through every boyfriend you’ve ever had but now I can show you who’s loved you the most this whole time.”

Your silly little brain can’t process him standing up. Unzipping. Your eyes are closed now. You can’t see his thick, aching cock. It’s aching for you. He’s jerked off to your tight, slutty body for years. He’s imagined what you’ve looked like fully naked since forever. He strips away your thin dress. You feel his hands grope at your soft tits. You feel his hungry lips latch onto your nipple. And then you feel it.

Fear.

This is your own brother. You grew up with him. You painted his nails and then laughed at him, calling him a girl. You screamed at him for finishing off the last slice of cake. And now his hands are wandering your body, like you’re a cheap whore. Like your tits are just toys for groping. You try to force your eyes to open while he brushes his cock against your face, humiliating you again and again. But you have no energy. Wouldn’t it be better to give into sleep? To give into the abyss and wake up without a memory of this ever happening?

You can hardly hear his depraved, delirious words now. But you can feel him push you back against the sofa and drag the rest of your dress off. You’re in your panties now, you think. It’s so hard to tell. You moan in frustration. He pauses. Then he continues. He prods your aching cunt with a finger, eliciting a soft groan from your mouth. It doesn’t matter who he is to you when you’re awake. When you’re drunk and paralysed, when you’re looking so fuckable, all he is to you is a man with a violent cock. 

A cock that he’s using to spread your cunt now. You can feel it. You can feel your slick cunt coat his cock. You wish you could do anything to stop him now. Is this a dream? Perhaps it is? Just think happy thoughts. It’ll be over when you wake up. You can forget the memory of your own brother splattering your skin with cum. You can forget the memory of his hands abusing your lewd, slutty body. You’ll even forget how much you hate him right now. You’ll go back to trusting him, despite the soreness of your pussy and the bruises on your body. 

He’ll keep doing this again and again.

Jesus, shut the fuck up before you wake our parents up, sis.

Am I fucking you? No, my cock’s buried to the hilt inside your nasty little cunt because I’m reading a book. Of course I’m fucking you, idiot.

Did you really think- UGH… did you really think I wouldn’t notice your tits with that skimpy bra you’ve been wearing all day?

And those tight shorts- Fuck, it’s like your pussy’s massaging my cock… Do you know how badly I wanted to plaster your ass with cum in those shorts?

C/W: Somno

I’d wait for you to fall asleep. I’d wait for the gentle, rhythmic sounds of your breath before lifting myself out of bed. I’d peel the duvet off you, revealing your lewd, little body. My pretty little cum dumpster. I’d begin by plastering kisses against your belly, travelling across your arms and legs. You’d sleep as I showered every inch of your body with my devoted love.

While gazing at your stunning face, I’d spread your legs and reveal that tight, pink slit of yours. I’d lean down and bury my tongue into your obscene cunt. I’d worship your pussy as if you were awake. As if you could feel the way my tongue flicks across your clit. I’d feel you shift and groan in your sleep, unaware of your own leaking fuckhole.

You’d be ready.

I’d have made you ready.

I’d plunge my cock in, relishing your wet, sloppy box. And then I’d fuck you hard and rough, as if you were awake. I’d grind my hips into yours and draw myself in and out of you. In. Out. In. Out. Suddenly, you’d awaken. God, the confusion flicking across your gorgeous face would make it worth it. The way your cunt would clench on mine would trigger me to jerk off inside you faster.

A lewd grin would creep across your face as you surrender your body to me. Your pretty hands would grip my forearms as I’d continue to drive into your nasty little cockholster. Shit, you’d even grind back, wouldn’t you? I’d use your cunt like a fleshlight, and you’d use my cock like a dildo. What a disgusting couple we’d make. You’d say something stupid about how I couldn’t even resist your sleeping pussy. How weak I was for not even trying to stop myself.

I’d reach out and pin you down by your neck. That smug smirk of yours would disappear. All I’d see would be the quiet, intense concentration of a three-holed sex toy that’s struggling not to cum. I’d tell you to open your mouth, and you’d obey, my violent pumps making your indecent tits jiggle. I’d spit inside before shoving my tongue into your mouth. I’d feel your hole tighten around me with every thrust, with every passing second we make out.

C/W: Incest, somno, icky terms

Fuck, you’re a beautiful sight when you sleep. Firm tits rising with every breath. A tight, perfect ass that I’d shove my tongue into in a heartbeat. All clothed in the cutest little nightie. I’m going to ravage your pretty little body while you sleep tonight. Daddy can’t hold back, I’m sorry.

I’ll pull down your nightie slightly, revealing the prettiest little nub for me to stroke gently. For me to press my lips against and suck. My own daughter’s nipples violated while she sleeps. If you were awake, you’d see my hand reaching down to jerk my cock while I gaze at your innocent, pretty face. It’s so fucking hard to stop these icky, gross fantasies I have of your slutty body while you sleep.

My head would swim while my hands crawl across the satin of your nightie, slowly, slowly, slowly reaching your pretty, precious, princess parts. I’ve been thinking about your perfect body for weeks. 

I’ll devour your sweet, tiny cunny, tasting your sweet juices all over my tongue. I’ll feel your soft, shallow breathing turn into heavy pants in your sleep. I’ll grip your soft legs, burying my face deeper into your holes, tasting you, playing with you, tongue fucking you.

And then you’ll be ready. I’ll groan as I thrust in, tearing up your pretty slit with my cock. My incest-loving, daughter-fucking, daddy cock. You’ll buck under me, trembling as your own father pounds his precious little kiddo slut. The bed frame will shudder as I taste your hot, sweet depths, and your velvety walls massaging my dick.

There’s a void in your heart and you may not even know it.

I do. I can see it every time you talk to a man. The constant, dull need for approval. The burden on your heart to feel accepted. 

That’s why I’d drop a few pills into your drinks. Minutes later, I’d carry you out of the pub. I’d be stopped of course. I’d show them hundreds of photos we’d taken together. As friends.

You never sought my approval. Was it because you never considered me a man? Was I not worthy of you?

The soft pitter-patter of rain against the window would mask the silence. I’d strip you of your clothes and with one swift stroke, I’d push inside you, pumping inside you gently, back and forth.

You’d struggle against me, in the weak, intoxicated way drugged women do. I’d soothe you, apologising for hurting you. I’d tell you it’s okay. That I promise you’ll be okay soon. That I love you more than anything. Lies. All of them. The sweet, sickly praise on how good you feel and how pretty you look would fuck with you. Here’s your best friend giving you the approval you needed.

And then I’d fuck you harder. I’d take advantage of your stunned little head and begin to choke you out. You’d blink through layers of spit, and sharp slaps I deliver. You’d want to scream, to ask what the fuck is happening right now. No words would come out. My fingers would dig into your throat deeper.

I’d tell you that if you didn’t want this, you wouldn’t be getting wet. That you clearly want this or you would have stopped me. Your weakened, drugged body would tremble violently. I’d promise to stop fucking you if you just said, ‘please, stop fucking me’. I’d wait and wait, and all I’d hear is you slurring your words in a desperate, drunken attempt to stop me. I’d relentlessly rail you.

I’d enjoy fucking with your mind. Feeding you the sweet praise you crave deep down, and the rough, abusive sex your body needs, all while you’re too fucked up to distinguish reality from your nightmares. I’d see the emptiness inside you and fill it with my cock, uncaringly and violently. Not because you need to be raped. Because you deserve it. Because it was inevitable.

“Sweetie, I know you’re tired— FUCK, but I need this. My dick’s fucking throbbing for you. Can you feel it? Can you feel how hard I am for your pretty body?”

“You just looked so fucking hot today. I can’t help it. Shit, your pussy’s so fucking tight. Just lay there and I’ll do all the work.”

“Shh, shh, just go to sleep baby, ugh. Fuck, fuck, fuck, can you hear that? Those are my heavy, cum-filled balls aching to breed to your tired womb.”

“You sound so— AGH— SO fucking pretty when you moan like that, baby. My, my, didn’t someone say they were tired? Are those your hips I feel grinding back against me?”

“Fuck, I’m cumming. I’m cumming inside you, my love. God, that’s so much fucking cum.”