Wruff!

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…"

Vauge dream with a few bits I remember clearly, this will take a minute to write details may hasten from forgetting as I write.

It’s harder to stab someone than you thought it would be… you were getting cold feet. And now you’re just slamming the knife into their chest, but you’re weak, you’re nervous. Your hands are slipping. Are you even gonna be able to do this?

You’re panicking, the adrenaline is rushing through you, but you just can’t stop yourself from praising your screaming and sobbing victim who has only received gash after gash. You’re getting off to it, telling them how thick-skinned they must be to resist your love. Deep down, however, you’re just fucking terrified… You’ll be caught, you know it. How will you hide the body? Was this person important?

But you’re slipping from the panic as your eyes catch the blood oozing from their body. You had hoped to get a good stab through the chest — but their stomach. You could feel their heavy panting underneath you… god, it’s making you dizzy with an arousal you had never thought you would experience.

Fuck this.

And you can’t stop yourself, laying on the victim’s fading body as you start stabbing that pretty knife in and out of the fleshy side of their stomach, your hips thrusting instinctively with the rhythm of your knife. They have to be dead by now, but you weren’t really paying attention. It just felt so fucking good to grind yourself against the now limp body, a strangled moan leaving your lips as you sit up, finally slamming the knife into their chest as the pleasure explodes throughout your entire body.

Your breathing was heavy as you collapsed upon the corpse of your first ever victim, being certain to avoid the handle sticking out of their chest — a sense of disappointment washes over you as you realize you had barely even gotten a good taste of your victim and you were already a goddamn mess.

But… burying the body seemed pointless now as your eyes laid upon the wide-eyed stare of a perpetually terrified dead man.

No… you’ll keep him.

They’ve been fucking for awhile, but that was before he knew he had a son. After his son same out to him, telling him he was actually a boy and not a girl, dad was so supportive. He’d do anything to make his boy feel right.

“I know buck, I know. But this is how boys fuck. You’re a boy right?” He soothes, his hands running down his son’s sides. “You don’t want me to fuck you like a little girl do you? You’re supposed to be my boy. Are you my boy or my girl?”

Through gritted teeth he bites back.

“I’m a boy!”

Poor puppy who gets leashed to the bed, arms tied down too and ass up in the air. Leaky puppy parts dripping all over the nice sheets. And puppy’s tail is wagging, this is how owner puts them when they’re gonna fuck them. They love feeling they’re so deep inside them, they just roll their hips at just the thought.

Owner doesn’t walk in alone though. Puppy is straining to turn their neck to look back, hearing voices.

“You really sure about this? My boy can be kinda rough, and yours is just a pup after all.”

“I’m sure. Pup needs it, I can’t keep washing the blankets.”

Another pup is face to face with them, they both look at eachother unsure what to do. But then the other pup is between puppy’s legs, shoving his face into puppy’s parts and lapping at the wetness there. Puppy whines, trying to push their hips back and yelping when the other pup bites their thigh.

“Aye! Be gentle with the puppy or I’ll muzzle you, ya hear?”

Puppy’s owner laughs, reassuring whoever they’re with.

“Don’t worry about it, man. Maybe it needs to be bitten up alittle. I’ve been too lenient.”

Puppy is confused when owner and their friend walk away, leaving them all alone with the big mean doggy who’s already growling and panting in their ear while mounting them.

It'd be so cute watching him dumbly lap at himself and try to get it in his pretty mouth