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Sweet dad bf that let’s me suck on his thumb when I get anxious. Sweet dad bf that’s never afraid to be silly and join in on my stuffie tea parties. Sweet dad bf that breaks me out my shell & heals my inner child, letting me be carefree n’happy.

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i love when older men talk to me superrr proper like yes daddy text me as if you’re writing an essay while i send my silly little faces \(^-^)/

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guy who. guy who kidnaps me but treats me like his son. guy who forces me to call him dad. guy who dresses me how i've always wanted. guy who knows me better than i know myself. he just takes care of me, tells himself that it's just like having a pet and he needs something, anything to take care of. until he helps me get dressed one day and can't stop himself from molesting me. he's so guilty but he can't help it, i'm his perfect little boy.

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if ur kid's being fussy u can always try rubbing its clit until it forgets the other thing it was whining abt

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Alright let's try this again.

Dad that checks on his teen son often, it worries him how sexually pent up his kid is. Always jerking off, always seeking for a new stash of porn mags or videos. he can't stand it, it's almost too painfull how similar he seems to be to when he was once young. he comes into his room, messy and disorganized, the lack of chores and his extreme laziness drives him mad sometimes but he can forgive it. It still frustrates him, seeing his kiddo sitting down on that damn computer all day long, wasting away his youth. He calls him, tells him to sit down. to have a chat. 'Champ.. I'm growing a bit concerned.. You haven't been going out lately.. haven't been making friends..' his voice replicates the worry he has been feeling lately, but his teenage son is more-so confident, talking about how his videogames are so much better, how his online friends circle understands him much more than his friends at school. His grades have been dropping, too. but that's far from the subject he wants to touch upon. 'I've noticed.. you're growing curious.. y'know, about girls and.. boys..' he can see it on his kid's face, the rapid flushing of his cheeks, the looking down, the shifting. He places a comforting hand on his thigh, massaging it as he warmly smiles. He is just like him, isin't he? 'Oh.. kid.. I see so much of myself in you i- i really thought you'd be more like your mother..' he chuckles, but his hand dosen't leave. The father can tell it's making his teenage son nervous, but he refuses to let go. he keeps insisting, growing closer in proximity to his kid's ear.

'Listen, i know it's a very.. new thing for you, all this- sex stuff. I used to be as eager as you when i was your age! But you know.. people grow.. experiment..' his hand inches closer to his kid's crotch, a gentle question from him, subtle, snaps him back to his senses. He covers it up, a new comforting palm resting on the son's back. 'Oh- no no, don't be like that.. i'm just tryin' to help kid.. You see, you're going to need someone to guide you.. especially when it comes to boys.. You know it'd make me so sad if you just- went with some asshole and..-' He looks at him, so tender, so young. The same hand that danced dangerously close to his kiddo's crotch rests on the boy's cheek. All red and puffy, so soft. The dad finally picks his kid up, surprising him with a tight embrace as he sets him on his lap. Chubby, hairy and aged arms, tanned and damaged by years of summer sun hug his son tightly against his broad chest, his nose picking up on the musky smell of his boy's shampoo. Dad's cock has been aching inside his old, vintage shorts, the plush bum teasing him not bringing in any help. 'Remember when i used to hold you like this? When you were just a kid.. a curious.. cute kid.' His breath is heavy on the back of his son's neck, mature hands unzipping and tearing down at his baggy pants and underwear. He still wore those spiderman boxers. 'You've always been such a cute little kid.. you know that..? Always so curious, so brave.. be brave for me, 'kay? Just for once, kiddo.' His brash squirming and fighting against him is easily muffled down by his own strength. He knows his son can't fight him back, not his own dad.

A sigh of relief washes the older man over as he finally liberates his hard, aching dad cock, the tip glistening with pre-cum from watching his boy get so uncomfortable and unsure. He didin't know why it made him stirr deliciously when his kid cried or bited back at his own, scolding remarks. Watching his tears damp his rosy cheeks alone, could make him cum. 'C'mon- kid..- Let dad help you out.. you're gonna feel real good hun.. just- stop, stop- stop squirming. calm down.. daddy is just helping you find what you like.. see? I'm not putting it in yet- no, no- champ, this is what all dads do.. come on, let's- let's find out if you like- mmmmfggfffuck- b-boys..-' His tip broke him in, holding his hysteric, complaining son down as the father slid his dick in inch by inch. It felt good to finally stretch him out, his little body trying so hard to fight the inevitable. He was born to be broken and stretched like this. 'Theeere you go.. you're such a brave boy! See? You've taken me in fully.. That's my boy- my sweet, fuckin' boy..' He thrusts once, causing his teen son to enter into a shock, still unable to process any of this. But god was he tight, his teen, tight hole embraced his girthy dick like he could never imagine, every pump pushing him closer to breed his own kid with his loads of cum. 'Ooow- that's it, that's it.. Come on- touch yourself like da-fuck! like daddy taught you.. that's a goood boy.. good fucking boy..' he can feel him spasm and milk him, every stroke of his dick causing his little boy cunt to drool all over. He asks him if it feels really good and, inbetween sobs, his son incoherently answers yes with a weak nod. He holds him tigh, very tight again. plunging his full cock to the hilt this time. 'Been tellin' ya.. this would feel so good.. mmmmf-fuck son.. you truly- uughh..- truly were made to be fucked by older guys like your- your dad here..- haah..~ aahhhmmmf..- just- just like i said, alright..? Don't- don't tell your momma about a thing.. 'kay? Good.. that's my brave little boy..' He kisses his forhead, tenderly, filling his son up with his cum. The loud sounds of skin against skin filled the room but now, it was just his poor kid squirming and mewling, tears rolling off from his face.

'Ow.. Baby boy.. Don't be sad.. Dad's gonna make you feel amazing and so, so loved from now on. We'll just have to do this more often, that's it. You've done so great already kid.'

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I'm just obsessed with the idea of a soothing sadist, something that will force me to do whatever they want but understand that I'm just a pathetic pet that needs comfort.

I want to whine and whimper, telling them that I can't take, that it's too much, it won't fit. Just to have them cooing at me, hugging my distressed body and being like "shhh I know puppy, I know, deep breaths, you can take, it's okay".

Want to cling to then and beg to stop just to receive an "oh no no no, it's happening baby it's happening and you can take it, that's it, relax for me. I know I know, but it's going to happen puppy"

Want them to also be a bit sarcastic, when I start whining saying that it's going to hurt, want them to chuckle at me "yes it's going to hurt, but I'm here for you, don't worry. Yes puppy it is going to hurt, deep breaths don't panic, I'm just being honest. Good boy, let's do it"

I want that confusion sensation, they're hurting me, making me miserable, but they're also my only source of comfort, I need them! Want to hug and cling to someone that wants to hurt me, it's going to hurt me and it's being sweet about it.

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I just want to curl up into dad’s lap and cry for a bit. And he’ll kiss my lips and pull me onto his lap and slip his hands up my shirt. And he’ll kiss my cheeks, wiping tears away. And his hands are rough from work. And smells like oil. And he’ll speak in his drawl that I hope I’ll grow into one day. I miss you. Always so warm. I’m cold.

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╰┈➤ ₍ 🐇 ᶻᶻᶻ my bunny daddy’s little boy ₎

╭╯ 24 ✶ he / it

╰─ ➤﹕trans + queer ࿁ ☁️

DO NOT INTERACT:

under 18 years of age. homo/transphobic. racist/a “raceplayer”. a pro-contact paraphile. a zionist. a trump supporter.

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a dad whos a husband and his youngest son whos his wife <3

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"But dad.. this is icky.." Kiddo whispers hesitantly as his dad pulls him in for another kiss. "shhh, no, it's not Kiddo. Dad's kiss their baby boys all the time"

"O-okay..." kid stops protesting, until dad starts grinding his cock into his ass.

"Shhh, baby, it's okay. My cock is just gonna kiss your pussy, okay? Dads do this all the time. It's normal," he whispers while sliding the kid's pants to the ground, ignoring his weak protests.

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bad dreams

contains fauxcest (dad/son), ddlb, innocence/naivete, and soft cnc.

lowkey insecure about my writing but hope u folks like this :))

Dad who's pent up. Mom's not in the picture anymore and he's too busy with work to get back into dating. He's never alone at home cause his sweet little boy is always there at the same time.

Dad who doesn't realize how bad it's getting until one night, his son wakes him up by tugging on his sleeve. He's holding a plushie to his chest, crying, "I had a bad dream, daddy.." and the dad is never one to deny his little boy's needs, especially when he's so upset. So he opens his arms, letting his son snuggle under the covers with him.

"Shh, poor thing... come here, I've got you." He whispers. His son is shaking, crying into his chest.

"What happened, baby? Tell me about it." The petname slips out of him as he reaches for the boy's hair. It wasn't long ago that he held his son's mother this way. He feels a low feeling in his gut; a mix of need and guilt. He missed this.

He listens as his kid recounts the bad dream through incoherent sniffles and small sobs. The boy can't help but press closer to his daddy, clinging to his only source of comfort. He doesn't realize he's rubbing against his dad in an effort to warm up. He feels the strong chest of his father swell under his cheek - a deep, shaky breath that calms both of them.

"I'm... so sorry kiddo. Sometimes our brain can make up things that are scary. But those things aren't real, okay? You know that?" "Mhm." His son sniffles. He can feel his father's wide hand on his back, rubbing slowly. Up, down, bringing the fabric of his shirt with it.

"You know you can always come cuddle daddy if you need to, right?"

"Mhm..."

His dad kisses his forehead and he lets out a little whine.

"Get some sleep then, sweetheart."

Deep, slow, slightly heavy breathing lulls the kid back to sleep. He doesn't notice his dad's eyes, fluttering unfocused at the ceiling. He doesn't notice how his dad clenches his jaw with the effort of controlling himself.

fuck, he's pent up. a little whine like that usually doesn't get to him. But his cock is twitching now and he has to hold still, so his son falls asleep without noticing. He lays awake for a while, fighting the urge to rut his hips into his son's side, just a little. He knows it's wrong. He holds himself back.

But the following night, his boy crawls into bed without warning.

"Baby...? H-Hey. kid–"

His breath hitches as his son interlaces their legs, cuddling just like the previous evening. "Fuck.." he moans, grinding up against his hip without a second thought. He's hard. He needs this.

The boy lets out a confused squeak. Eyes widen as his father shifts below him. "Dad..?"

"Mmh. Hold still." Two large hands find the boy's hips, lifting him slightly. He blinks innocently down at his dad's chest as he's repositioned to straddle his lap.

"I want cuddles." he explains softly. "Are you upset?"

"Mm.. No, baby. I'm not upset." His dad grunts softly, setting him down against his boxers. The kid wiggles, trying to spread his legs wide enough to sit comfortably on the larger man's hips. The dad grinds up into the boy, causing a whimper.

"D-Dad..! There's something–"

"Shh, baby. Just relax." His lips find the boy's neck as he sets his pace, rolling his hips up between those soft, shaking thighs. A confused moan escapes the boy. He doesn't understand what's happening. There's a nice warm feeling on his neck and an even nicer one near the hard thing he's sitting on.

"Dad, what are you doing.. ?" He whimpers. The bulge under his legs throbs against his small cock, and he instinctively bucks his hips into it.

"Fuck.. do that again, sweetheart. You're such a good boy." His dad groans beneath him, hands still wrapped tightly around his hips.

"T-That's a bad word, Daddy.." He protests, but the grinding distracts him. Lips meet the side of his head, panting.

"Yeah. Yeah, mmh... you're my little boy, you're so good, fuck..."

His son whines again at the naughty word. It's starting to sound like a good one.

"D-Dad.."

"Nh... you'll get cuddles after. Just sit still a second."

He tries to sit still but he can't. His hips buck forward again, humping the bulge beneath him. His father moans loudly in his ear and something snaps inside the boy too.

"Daddy– ah, dad.. Dad..!" He gasps as he moves, hips stuttering awkwardly with inexperience. The hands wrapped around him take control, rolling him back and forth across the bulge. It finally meets his little cock properly and he lets out a distressed little moan.

"Breathe, baby. You're okay." his dad whispers between grunting. "Mm... stay still.. yeah.. that's it.."

The boy quiets down, his tummy still tense from the friction. There's a warm feeling building up, overwhelming his ability to speak. He's close to pushing through to ask about it when his dad shudders beneath him, going still as he lays back on the bed.

"Ah! You're mine, you're my boy... mhm.." He trails off softly. His broad chest rises and falls; his eyes flutter shut. His son whimpers in protest as the friction stops. He tries to hump his dad again but his hips are too stiff and shaky.

"Shh.. Sh.." his dad whispers, large hands easing the boy onto his side and against his chest. Unsure of himself, the little boy curls up and closes his legs. He looks up as he nestles into his father.

"What happened..?"

His dad kisses his forehead again.

"Just some special time, okay? Special time with daddy. It felt good, right?"

"Y-Yeah.." his son mumbles, although he's a little unsure. He still feels a little warm, a little achy. He wonders if his daddy feels that way too.

"That's my boy." His father kisses the top of his head this time. "Here's your cuddles."

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dad giving you your first beer? is that anything? he never let his sweet daughter touch the stuff, but you’re his son now. a man. and this is what men do. you’re both in the yard, maybe, stargazing in those ubiquitous shitty plastic lawn chairs. aren’t you cold, kid? here, come sit in your old man’s lap. and finish that bottle, that’ll warm you up. good boy.

this is so so so good. love the idea of dad letting me cuddle close to him, on the porch or out back next to a fire. settling into his lap, smelling the alcohol on his breath as he wraps a blanket around us both. him chuckling at the face i make when i try a sip from his beer. "aw, c'mon champ, it can't be that bad." he ruffles my hair and hands me my own bottle. "i want you to finish that. it's a rite of passage for a boy your age." listening to crickets and the crackles of the campfire, staring up at the stars as he points out the constellations he knows. nuzzling even closer as the night gets colder, feeling dad's chest rise and fall. "you cold bud? no, we don't have to go inside. c'mere." he slides a hand under my shirt and rubs my back up and down. "that feel better?" i nod up at him and he huffs out, "being a boy certainly hasn't turned you into less of a priss, huh?" he laughs, but his tone isn't malicious.

he lets me drink a beer or two more, watches me get tipsy, and has a few more himself. "you're a good kid.." he says, staring down at me with a look i can't quite place. he shifts me in his lap, pulling me close. "always wanted a son, y'know.." he adjusts his position under me. "always wanted a boy of my own... god. quit lookin' at me like that." dad stares down at his son, with a mix of hunger and hesitation in his eyes. "like what dad?" he settles a hand on the nape of my neck and ignores his son's question. "you're becomin' such a handsome young man, aren't you?" i lean into dad's touch and he lets out a gruff noise, a satisfied purr. "dad's pretty boy..." he rocks his hips up, letting his son feel the half-hard cock in his sweatpants. "don't worry kiddo. it's alright. this just happens sometimes when you're a man. let dad just.." his cock rubs back up against my ass, and pushes me down against his lap. "c'mon sport. help your old man out."

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Thinking about sub tops and making a tgirl puppy so horny and dumb…

Slowly stroke her shaft and kitten-lick her tip to hear every sweet, pathetic whimper that spills out of her mouth. Savor the taste of her pre and take my time as I drool all over her girlcock.

This isn't for her, it's for me.

Need to hear her begging to fuck me like the perfect puppyslut she is.

Need to hear the adorable moan she lets out as I finally let her slide into my soaked cunt.

"Mmm, such a good girl… Fuck, filling me up so perfectly."

Make her stay still, hips flush against mine. Chuckle as she trembles over me.

"Awhhh, you're so cute when you're desperate, puppy. You wanna fuck me, huh, sweetheart? Wanna be a good toy and rut into master's pussy like the dumb, horny puppy you are, hm?"

Need to hear her whining desperately before I finally let her move.

Need to hear her panting in my ear as she rails me like a dog in heat, slamming hard and fast into my hole.

"Y-yeah, fuck, right there, puppy… good girl, making master feel so good."

Feel her nearing the edge and give her permission to cum. Squeeze her tightly and milk her dry. Wrap my legs around her waist as she tries to pull out.

"You think we're done, puppy? Awhhh, dumb puppy forgets what she's for… I wanna be leaking for days, honey. You're not stopping until I say so."

This isn't for her, it's for me.

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dad that just can’t help but rub between your legs whenever you’re on his lap. he doesn’t do much other than that, besides kissing all over your neck n face. slow, almost teasing, circles rubbing on your most sensitive parts. you squirm n whine, while dad just tells you what a sweet boy you are for him. <33

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Need a guy pounding into me as hard as he can with a near death grip chanting "daddy loves you" over and over while crying because he feels so bad about what he's doing to his sweet baby boy

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Dad holding my wrists above my head while he kisses my neck, fucking me on the bed he shares with mom, slapping sounds so loud that we can easily be caught <3

"Your mom's been pestering me all day. Asks me why I don't fuck her anymore." - Dad says, biting at my pulse point <3

"What should I tell her, my little love? That I love our daughter more? That your cunt is tighter? That I love you more than her?" - Dad asks while lifting my body a bit so he can bury his face on my tits <3

"Maybe we should be loud so she comes looking for us and gets her answer." - Dad smiles, rutting faster, slapping my ass to emit a scream out of me <3

And when there are sounds coming from the stairs, dad doesn't stop even when I try to push him away, a smirk on his face while he keeps fucking me <3

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i wanna cum on someones dick while they rape me. i wanna be begging and screaming for my life as they pound the shit out of me with a knife to my throat. i wanna look someone in the eyes and see the moment that they realize im gone, that ive caved to them, and feel them go even harder, faster, deeper. i wanna feel it coming and try to stop it as hard as i can "no no no please stop please dont" but i just cant help myself. i wanna squirt around their cock as i sob for mercy, unable to justify why i keep cumming if i "dont want it."