#hehe puppy

[v-ternus]

Just a little gift

ughhhhhh @p1nkcanoe -- you said go on, so go on I did

Sooooooo cumslut Swiss right. But then this also turned into puppy Swiss fucking Dew's boot???? This was supposed to be a silly little thing but it turned into a mess of 1800 words.

warning- Swiss says "didn't want that Dew." He doesn't mean the sex, he just means the *fake* cum. I swear its not meant to be non-con/dub-con. It'll make more sense when/if you read it. Below for your consumption

e n j o y :)

Swiss can't think of much. Between the drag of the tentacle against his prostate, the way suckers get caught on his puffy rim when he drops his hips, and having to watch Dew’s flushed cock in front of him, he’s going absolutely insane. His brain is free flowing out of his ears.

Dew had the bright idea for this after Swiss had been a bitch over lunch— ‘I need to fuck him up’ was all the reason he had given Sunny when he went to her, and she knew just what toy he would need. It was a lovely little thing— two tentacles, one green and one a deep blue, wrapped around each other to form a spiral shape that tapered towards the bulbous tip. Most importantly, they both agreed, was the tube threaded through its center and the pump attached to it. 

A cumming dildo would’ve been enough for his plans, but a tentacle that could paint Swiss’ warm hole? He’s almost ashamed that he didnt think of this sooner. 

“You want a taste?” Dew huffs, breath interrupted by the assault of his own hand over his leaking cock. Swiss nods his head wildly, keeping his eyes on the wet mess spread across Dew’s hips. He watches as Dew drags his hand up the shaft and eyes the bead of pre that wells up at the tip. The sight has him drooling. He wants to swirl his tongue around the head, run it along the tip so he can taste. He’d savor it, keep it on his tongue, wait for Dew to tell him to swallow. He wants so much, and Dew is content on giving him the minimum. 

“I only make a mess of good puppies,” He runs his free hand through Swiss’ tight curls then cradles his cheek. The soft touch stills him, it makes him pause and fully seat himself around the wide base of the toy. 

“I dont think you’ve been very well behaved today.”

Swiss whimpers, he doesnt know if it's because this is the first time Dew has truly touched him tonight, or if it's from the fear of the underlying threat in his words.

“-m sorry Dew. I’ll be good... better. Anything.” It's another set of promises to add to the mile long list, but just like the rest that he’s spewed all night, they fall on deaf ears. Dew taps Swiss' leg, a reminder to keep moving. He starts to bob his hips again and he swears he can feel each individual sucker drag against his walls, he hangs his head low. 

“You really mean anything?” Swiss offers a grunt, not really capable of more with the way he’s moving himself against the ground. Dew hums and there's an odd tone to it that Swiss doesn't pick up on. 

“Cum on it then, maybe I’ll let you lick me clean,” He roughly tugs on Swiss’ hair, jerking his head back, “And don't you dare fucking touch yourself.” A look of fear flashes over his face and it makes a twisted pride bloom in Dew's chest. Swiss’ face screws up tight.

“Can I touch you? Please?” Dew can see his reverence, how he wants to worship his cock. But Swiss has to learn that actions have consequences. Dew doesn't dignify his question with an answer. Instead, he removes his hand from Swiss' hair to join the other, squeezing along his whole length. He hopes it makes Swiss ache. Because it should be his hand touching Dew, it should be his hand feeling each twitch of his cock as he gets closer.

Dew rocks his hips into his tight grip, rubbing over the shiny head with his slicked up palm. He’s sensitive, has been ever since he worked his fingers into Swiss, but he’s got a show to put on. A groan bubbles up from his chest. He watches on like a hawk as Swiss spears himself on the foreign cock and rakes his eyes over each frantic move of his hips as he tries to push himself over the edge. 

“You know I can't Dew, please,” Swiss looks worse somehow, more distressed.

"Im sure you can, It'll help you. It'll breed you." It. He's been talking about it like its alive ever since he pulled it out from under his pillows, like it's going to fill Swiss up on its own volition.

It really wants in Swiss, breath and let it in. It's going to pump you so full Spark, you'll swell.

The words practically made him vibrate at a frequency inaudible to man. They got him so riled up that his cock has been a painful shade of red this entire time, and Dew knows exactly how to make it worse.

Dew swings his leg around so that his foot rests between Swiss’ thighs and raises the toe until it presses into his heavy balls.

“What the fuck…” This wasn't part of the plan. He thinks it all might be too much, a small part of him wants Dew to stop. The last few brain cells he has scream at him that it hurts. But he wants Dew to paint him, so it’s worth it.

He'd suffer through hundreds of banishments just to feel his wet warmth drip down from his chin to his chest and dribble over his raw nipples. He wants the slow touches across his skin that uses to spread the mess around before feeding him his coated fingers. He loves the stickiness as it starts to cool. He needs to feel covered.

Dew shifts his foot and rests the sole against his shaft. Swiss pants as he finally rolls his hips into the rough texture. It almost hurts more than it helps, the ridges of the stiff rubber digging into him in the worst ways, but it's something at least. More than nothing.

“Look at you, rutting against my foot like a bitch in heat. I bet it feels good to a dumb pup like you.” Swiss is wound up tight but tries to distract himself by focusing on Dew, on the decadent noises he’s wringing out of himself and the filthy wet sounds between his dick and hands. Whatever relief he found is short lived when more wretched words leave Dew’s punishing mouth. Dew throws his head back on the couch and gasps.

“Beg. Be a good puppy and beg.” Swiss’ face blushes a darker shade of red. He shouldn't like it and it sure as hell shouldn't make him even harder than he already is, but the shame makes his dick kick against Dew’s boot. 

“Please… on my face.” Dew glares at him. Say all of it. 

“Please cum on my face... stripe my chest please, anything.” Dew calls him a desperate slut before returning his attention to his own cock. He blocks out how Swiss says he's close, blocks out how he keeps begging to taste him. 

After a while, Dew gets sloppy. He loses his steady rhythm and reedy moans fall from his lips. His whole body is twitching and he’s dripping a constant stream of slick that’s soaking the couch. Swiss quivers but keeps himself moving through it all, he’s never without sensation. Raising himself up and relieving the press against his prostate just rocks his dick into firm rubber, its pleasure toeing the line with pain. He’s so close, but he’s never wanted to cum less. He wants Dew to use him. He needs to be wet. He doesn't want the toy.

“I think it’s getting close,” Tears pool in the corners of Swiss’ eyes. He watches as Dew’s knot starts to grow. “No Dew– please, not that” Dew reaches forward and parts Swiss’ swollen lips with his thumb, pressing down with it.

“Good pups don't speak.” Dew spits straight onto his tongue and presses his thumb in further until he gags. He pulls back his hand to wrap around his knot and squeezes. The other pays special attention to the spot underneath. 

“I think it wants to get you nice and messy Spark, you want that?” Swiss finally lets the tears fall, shaking his head furiously, a litany of ‘no’s’ and ‘not that’ falling from his lips. Suddenly, everything is in slow motion. Frame by frame he watches a hand reach out for the pump resting on the couch. He watches each individual muscle in Dew tighten and his knuckles go white as he squeezes his knot one final time. 

Thick ropes splatter against Dew’s smooth stomach, he coats the little hair he has there and Swiss winces with each pulse of his cock. What a waste. Should’ve been on me, in me. Anywhere else but there.

Dew mewls. It seems like it’ll never stop, some even reaches up to splash onto the slim bars through his nipples. Just as the last spurts of his cum start to dribble down his fist, he presses down on the pump and they both watch as the cum moves through the clear tubing.

Swiss waits for the cold to flood into him any moment, but it never comes. Instead, a warmth starts to fill him and the realization makes him heave. It's the same warmth as Dew's own cum. He'd know the heat from anywhere, like he knows the back of his own hand. Each spurt mimics Dew’s, each almost hotter than the last.

His orgasm is ripped from him. He sobs against Dew’s thigh, well and truly shakes as he cums over his boot. “--didnt want that Dew. Not that.” He works himself through it and keeps grinding onto the tentacle. Some of the cum drips out when he rocks up too high.

Dew, feeling even more mean now that Swiss has started crying, holds Swiss’ head up and drags his other hand up along his torso– through his mess of cum and slick. He holds the hand up to the light and spreads his fingers to show the sticky strings that connect them. Swiss cant help but shiver, a delusional part of him still thinks Dew will give him a taste.

He's wrecked and fighting for each breath. Mindlessly, his tongue lolls out of his slack jaw. Dew coos at him.

"I wish the rest of the pack could see how much of a cum slut you are. You think they know you pant and beg like a dumb puppy too?" He dips his hand back into his mess, circling one of his sensitive nipples.

"Please, you're wasting it Dew." He leans in to chase the offending hand, it just makes more of the cum drip out of him. He paws at Dew’s leg like its going to earn him any mercy.

"No, I'm not ," Dew brings the hand up to his mouth and licks each finger clean one by one. Swiss whines softly as he drags his tongue over every inch of skin. Anything to taste himself, Dew thinks, anything to take the opportunity away from Swiss. 

Swiss is burning, lit up like a wildfire. It should be his fingers. Should be his mouth. He should have the heady taste of Dew on his tongue. Dew eyes the space between them, locking on to the wet spot under Swiss.

“Lick it up Swiss. It wants you to taste it.”

[s3rrrpentine]

kissy kissy for pupperoo

[xochimillilili]

Hey come here puppy, come here and sit on my lap honey, let me hold you~ That's my puppy, just lay on my chest, yes just like that my love, rest your pretty little puppy head and let all those thoughts fall out~

You've had quite a long day haven't you pup? Look at you, your eyes are all sleepy and pretty, your cute lil tired smile n frown, your hair all fluffed up from being so busy all day... it's alright my sweetheart, I've got you, I'm staying here with you all night

Let me help put your collar on baby, you're just a little puppy after all, you just focus on getting yourself comfy love~

We can do anything you like my precious pup, we can cuddle here in bed or I'll sit next to you while you're snug in your little doggie bed. I can run you a nice bath and try to rub and scrub all your worries away, even just for a bit honey. We can watch something you like, or I can tell you a story, we can nap or do some nice coloring while I brush your hair all soft

You're my precious darling little puppy love, my good puppy who I'm so sooo very proud of, I'll always want to hold and care for you after a long day, you're the one I love~

[hornymuttwrites]

a list of things i need next time I see them;

hickeys in secret enough places

them making me beg on my knees to hump their leg

them tying me up

them teasing me in semi public

them just having complete control over me so I don't have to think

them. just them

[puppiilove-mail]

Calling them my"god" and promising to be a good boy as they force me to kneel before them as they shove their cock into my mouth >>>> ♡♡♡

[vices-of-a-feral-prince]

It's been a minute! New year, same teeth (*ゝω･*)

[faunandfloraas]

fav skz// baby puppy and hyungnim <3

[g00d-d0g]

being asked 'why are you making such a mess, puppy?' while they slowly nd firmly facefuck you 😵‍💫

maybe at first they even let you wipe away the drool from your swollen lips. with their hands in your hair, they have all the control they need. slowly pulling you off their length. you have just enough time to cough and catch your breath, hot tears rolling down your flushed face, before they're pushing past your lips again.

you'll have to sit there and take it, inch after inch violating your throat. their cock is squishing your uvula against your bruised soft palate with deliberate thrusts.

[end0r4]

(x)

[muletia]

Alright sooo, if we have kitty!Seekers, then on the other end of the spectrum, we’ve got puppy!Speedsters, right?

They beam brighter than a thousand suns when they make eye contact with you in a crowd, wave at you enthusiastically, and immediately head your way to say hi/talk/give you a big ol’ smooch <3 If they had tails, they’d be wagging at the speed of sound.

They love resting their heavy, big-ass helm on your lap and demanding pets. If you pull your hand away for any trivial reason, they start whining and complaining because why did you stop? Get that hand back on the helm and keep petting! They start pawing at your stomach, begging for more affection. The bolder (and needier) ones will straight-up grab your wrist and guide your hand back to their helm. You’re not going anywhere until they get called on a mission (your legs are slowly going numb).

Also, they get zoomies when you hop into their alt mode after a long time apart.

There’s a very high chance that they’ve handed you a rock at least once, thinking it was the most romantic gesture ever (it is).

Umm, and yeah, there’s also a very, very high chance that they’ve begged you for human food more than once, even though they know it’ll end with a visit to Ratchet and a three-hour-long lecture about how Cybertronians shouldn't put things that may kill them in their intakes.

[mechanicalmutt]

Degrading and praise together? Yes please.

Call me your pretty little fucktoy <3

Tell me how I'm being a pathetic puppy who's doing such a good job for you.

Need.

[angelmaking]

home sweet home

[fawnnpaws]

gawd…… ur brain. i love u.

patrick and the self-loathing… art being so insecure so sad… they’re both extra clingy to you that night, need you to make it all better.

and patrick the next day….. you’ve never seen him like that. neither has art. it’s so eerie. especially if like. you also grew up w them. idk. i looove a girl best friend trope. ANYWAYS!!! everything just feels so #off. poor sweetie patrick hates himself kinda, doesn’t know what to do

and if i said this all actually takes a huge emotional toll on you but you don’t say anything bc the two of them are worse off and you need to fix it………. if i said you fix everything for them and are their emotional comfort but end up breaking down yourself in a week because you didn’t talk about how you felt because that’s what you’ve always done with art and patrick……… its not entirely their fault, you just want to take care of them, but it’s been years in the making. years of mediating their spats, comforting them through break ups despite your pining for them, giving so much of yourself to make sure they’re okay and never voicing that you might need something in return. and now you’re navigating this new dynamic where suddenly you have the two people you’ve wanted most since you were fucking 12 years old.

you thought you knew what they needed, you thought you were equipped to handle anything they threw at you. you’d known them for the majority of your lives at this point, so seeing something completely new from patrick is terrifying. it takes days to figure out the root of the problem, days of walking on eggshells trying to get patrick to open up again. art is particularly needy because he’s just as scared as you are when patrick stops responding to your texts and spends more time out doing who knows what. you know he’s punishing himself, but you don’t know how to get him to stop. it takes locking him in a room with you and art to get him to talk, then it takes hours for the three of you to lay it all out. you address patrick’s self blaming and art’s insecurities, but you don’t say anything about how it’s affecting you. you don’t even think it’s affecting you at all - you just feel relieved that your boys have worked their feelings out in the open.

so, when things return to an improved normal, why don’t you feel better? why does it feel like there’s something gnawing in your chest? and— why are they looking at you like that?

“what’s wrong? are you okay?” they both speak at the same time, so you’re not even sure who says what, but suddenly, the two of them are on either side of you on the floor of your room with worry written all over their faces.

“what?” you hear yourself ask the question, but the words feel distant from you. like you’re watching yourself through backward binoculars. it’s then that you feel how wet your face is. you’re crying. you hadn’t even realized. come to think of it, you’re not sure how or when you ended up on the floor either. your tongue feels numb and you can’t stop the tears. you know they’re talking to you but you can’t hear them anymore. it’s like you’re being swallowed whole by a dark cloud.

the next thing you remember is an overwhelming sense of comfort. you’re laying down, pressed between two bodies. you know these bodies. art and patrick. your boys. you blink your eyes open, taking a moment to adjust to the light coming through your window. it hasn’t been that long, then. above you, art and patrick are sitting propped against your headboard and talking in hushed voices. yours cuts through them, though it’s still soft with sleep, “what happened?”

they look down at you and it’s clear how relieved that are that you’re awake. that you’re somewhat okay.

“we’re not sure, baby, but we think you might have had a panic attack.” patrick says, instinctively reaching out to touch you but hesitating, like you’re made of glass he’s afraid he’ll break. you gently take his wrist and bring his hand to your face so you can nuzzle into it. art wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you up so you’re curled up in his lap, patrick closes the gap where your body was between them and pulls your legs over his lap, so you all stay touching.

“this week was really hard on you, wasn’t it?” art asks quietly.

you think for a moment and your lip wobbles, “i just wanted to help you both. i didn’t think i needed anything else.”

“you did help us. so perfectly.” patrick says, his hand still on your face. “we should have seen it was taking a toll on you.”

“no, i should have been able to handle it. i always handle it.” you insist, tears threatening to fall again. you feel art’s arms tighten around your waist.

“you’re right, you always handle it - handle us - but we need to take care of you, too.” art says. “i mean, jesus, we put so much on you this week alone. we should have checked on you. we should have been checking on you for the last ten years.”

“you’re our girl.” patrick smiles, leaning closer to look you in the eye. “just because you can, doesn’t mean you have to do everything by yourself. we’re here for you, too, sweetheart.”

you nod, letting out a choked little sob, and the two of them are on you again, cuddling you, holding you as close as they can. you can hear the steady rhythm of their heartbeats, feel the soft rise and fall of their chests. you remember what art always asks when he’s being held like this and decide to test it for yourself, “i was good?”

the answer is immediate from both of them.

“the fucking best,” from patrick.

“so so good - perfect, baby,” from art.

warmth and love radiate from them through you, so much so that it makes you dizzy. you understand why art asks that question now.

[audiodog]

this girl came inside me and just started playing helldivers???

[annoyinglilbro]

Do you guys think I could top? I feel like I could top. ૮ ˶′ ཅ ‵˶ ა

Like yeah it’d be a learning curve but I could do it, right? Yeah I could totally top.