Dad who sees his oldest son burning out. He is trying so hard to be an adult. It's taking a lot out of him. Dad who picks son up from work. Dad who makes Son change into warm cozy jammies. Dad who insists on strapping Son into a car seat. He is too little to go without it. He's way too little to sit in the passenger seat.
Dad who goes through the McDonalds drive through and gets his Son two happy meals. He wants his baby to feel little, but not hungry. He gets fries with one of them and apple slices with another. Treats are good for the psyche, but apples are good for the body.
Dad who lets Son eat his happy meals on the drive home. Dad cares more about his boy's health than a few crumbs. Son who starts to regress. He kicks his feet in his car seat. He makes little noises as he eats, a train honk for the apples, an airplane buzz for the fries. Son starts to feel the weight of his day melt away.
Dad who carries Son from the car to his bed. Son is placed in Dad's bed instead of his crib. Even though his boy is feeling quite small, Dad wants to be close. He brushes his little's teeth and pops in a pacifier. Son's eyes droop. Dad retrieves his kiddo's favorite plushie from his room.
Dad who sings lullabies as Son falls asleep in his arms. He is warm and cozy and little. He isn't an adult right now, and no adult worries can plague him. Son who giggles around his pacifier because his elephant is so fuzzy and tickles his chin. Son who drifts off to dreamland after a very hard day.
big brother who forces little bro to relax by sneaking an edible into his snacks big bro who puts on little bro's collar and leash. he takes it's glasses too. if little bro tries to run, big bro can pull him back by his leash. hes such a silly puppy. big bro who ties the end of the leash to little bro's bed post. it doesn't have enough slack to get out of bed. big brother who throws a weighted blanket on little brother so he cant get out of bed. he can only wriggle and squirm. big brother who plays with little bros hair so he falls asleep quicker. little bro who falls asleep with his legs spread to reward big bro for taking care of him.
dad who hears who shitty and uncomfortable my binder is and picks me up early from class and takes me to get top surgery bc im such a cute little boy and I shouldnt have to deal with random aches n stabbing pains for wanting to be flat for 1 godsamn day.
and I get filled up by the doctor before he takes me off anesthesia so I wake up all sore and he tells me its normal and then he pulls my dad aside n says I have to be bred before bed every day to help with recovery
cw : this is the most violent thirst ive written, hello primal kink i didnt know you were there, the word whore, cnc, barely researched intox, i wrote this entirely with my dick
wheres my twin puppybrother who likes to annoy me? i need to give him a split lip and a broken nose. i need his shoulder to be dislocated, leaving him unable to do anything with it. I need it to be his right shoulder too. My stupid twin should rely on me for everything.
gonna kiss him head and lick the blood off his lips. i accidentally shove him around too hard and give him a concussion. now he's dizzy, disoriented, and got adrenaline running through his veins.
i'm gonna force him into a tiny cage. just so he doesn't do anything stupid while i'm getting him a drink. dont need him calling dad. my ass is still sore from last time he told on me.
i wont let my twin out of the cage unless he puts his mouth up to the bars. i fill his open mouth with rum. since my puppybrother is a good boy, he swallows every drop.
as promised, i let him out of the cage. little does he know, once he catches his breath, i'll be shoving him outside into the cold, dark night. soon i'll be chasing after him, hunting him. i'll hunt him by scent, by blood, or by sound. i will find him.
and when i do i'll fuck him from behind. I'll make him his pants on. i'll take him against a tree. his only option is to meet my thrusts and fuck himself on my cock, or, rutting against the painful, jagged tree in his tight blue jeans. Oh god~ the way he sobs as I overstimulate him. he'd like that, i bet. no sex is too painful for a proper whore.
cw : cunt, pussy, and hole use, I forgot what genitalia I gave him whoops
Tags: no cest, mlm, t4t
Desc : slutty professor, this is uni not hs everyone is adult
Gimme a professor who has been in the closet his entire life. He has no idea why all his dates give him the same pitiful look, like they know something he doesn’t. He can never get women to text him back or go on a second date.
He’s so pent up. All his untouched sexual frustration morphs into anger. He gives out B minuses for perfect work. He tells his students during office hours that they will never understand his class. He refuses to be anything but an arrogant, tenured, asshole.
Until I take his class.
Give me a professor who blushes when I smile at him in the morning. He blushes whenever his eyes land on me during his lecture. I wink at him every time. He’s so cute when he’s on the spot.
I would be the last one to pack up my things after he dismissed the rest of the class. I would take my sweet time sauntering up to his desk, smirk adorning my face like a royal sash. I certainly have the audacity of a prince.
I would corner him in front of his desk.
“I heard a rumor.”
“O-oh, did you?”
“A little birdie told me that you’re into men. He also told me you didn’t know it yet.”
“That’s not-”
I interrupt him with a finger pressed to his soft lips. His eyes widened. A lovely light pink illuminates his face.
“I’m not asking. See that desk behind you? You’re gonna bend over it.”
“T-this is highly unprofessional! I’ll go to the dean about this-” He squawks. I stop listening. He’s such a sensitive little thing. I bet if I let him keep talking, he wont even notice when I undo his fly. Fuck it. I’m sick of tiptoeing around it. I know he wants it.
I shove him backwards onto his desk. He goes limp. He moans as his back makes contact with the hard wood. Fucking slut. I tear off his slacks and he whimpers. It’s like he’s begging to be raped. The pants pool around his ankles, forming cloth shackles around his feet. There is a pair of scissors on the desk. I cut off his boxers. He shivers at the chill.
I want him to feel exposed all day. I want him to remember how easily I took his virginity. I stole his innocence. I want him to feel it in his bones.
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Twenty minutes later, I had him bend over his desk. He is lying face-down. His pretty face is hidden behind his crossed arms. He’s too shy to admit that he’s the one making those delicious sounds.
The ruler slides out of his slick cunt easily. I push it back in slowly. He whines in a high pitched voice. Next time I’m gonna rape him in a hall of mirrors, so he can’t hide that pretty face. I pull the ruler out quickly. The Professor moans and rubs his thighs together. So fucking cute.The cuteness aggression gets the best of me. He deserves to hurt.
I spank his sopping wet pussy. It fits so perfectly in my cupped hand. He’s asking for it, practically begging for me to abuse his wet hole. I’m gonna spank him until he cries and then once more. I’m gonna edge him with the ruler until he begs to be fucked by it. I’m gonna ruin him for anyone else and then, tomorrow, I’ll come to class bright and early. I’ll act like nothing happened, whilst he tries to disguise his limp. And when his eyes finally spot me in the crowd, I’ll wink.
oldest son pulling a gun on his dad while their both a little drunk, kid doesn't realize it's loaded till he misfires into the ground and almost takes dad's foot off. he's getting beat for that
guns dad son alcohol
The two men sat at their 'table'. It was kind to call it that, four milk crates supporting a broken door.
Candles lit the room. Although the barn was mostly wood, the elder man preferred the aesthetic. The younger man couldn't care less about the fung shuei. He just wants to get hammered. He pours hims a tall glass of whiskey.
"Da, cheers."
"Boy- this is not how full this glass should be. Have I taught ya nothin'?"
Son chugs his glass. He was used to the burn. When he was younger his friends would pass around of his dad's bottles.
"You know the sayin', "to shoot yerself in th' foot?"
"Son, yer kinda chatterin' all over th' place."
"Have you ever been shot in the foot?"
"Boy. Do not make me use my belt."
Son unshealthes his gun from his thigh holster. It's a small but powerful thing. He points the gun at the floor by their feet.
"Should-hic- should we play 'foot roulette?' Just invented it."
"Son. Do not pull the trigger."
"It's fine. 's not even loaded." He pulls the trigger. The gun was loaded. Son takes one look at his fathers expression and starts to tremble. He isn't even 'Daddy' right now, he's 'Father'.
'Son. What did I *just* say?! Bend over my lap now.'
'Yes, Father.'
'You. Stupid. Irre-spon-sible. Slut. Didn't I teach you boys gun safety by now? Ain't I always say to treat every weapon like it's loaded? Spread your cheeks for me, nice and wide. Good~ boy." Dad punctuated his sentences with exponentially harder slaps to his sons fat ass and tight, sensitive hole.
Dad pushes Son off his lap and onto the floor. Son scrambles to his feet.
Son throws the first punch. It was a backhand actually. He wanted to see how hard he was aloud to go. Dad broke his nose. Son yelps.
Dad grabs a fistful of Sons shirt with one hand. He pulls him close. The other hand holds a razor pressed to Son's neck.
"If you ever point a gun at me again, I will gut you from amigdayla to asshole. Capise?"
cruel and unusual punishment : being puppybrained and alone. Puppy has to get himself his own treats. He has to get himself his own special gummies instead of being tricked by owner or bubba. Puppy has to tie himself up and lock himself in his crate. Puppy is too dumb to have access to his devices, puppies cant read, but no one is there to take them away from him. Puppy needs a raise!!
