#daddy's little boy

[max0chist]

"dad, it was only one time, I didn't even smoke that much." But i don't care. i drag you into my room, throwing you onto the bed. "this is what happens when little boys like you want to act all grown, when you want to disobey your father" i grind my bugle into your crotch showing you what a real man's penis feels like, pulling my pants off to let my manhood free. "this is what happens when naughty slutty boys like you decide to get high, when you decide to make yourself vulnerable, you wanted your father to rape you didn't you?" you would try and protest but i just laugh at you as i push my strap into your sweats right above your needy hole, dripping and aching from how horny the weed has made you. "dad please" you squirm under me, trying to escape, but it just grinds me deeper into your hole, pushing your boxers into your wetness. "Please, what? hmm? please rape my slutty hole? please punish me for being a bad boy? hmm, please, what?" i thrust my hips forward, soaking your boxers and sweats, a small wet patch forming above your hole in your sweats. "Please, dad, stop," you gasp and pant with me humping you, my oldest son. "Stop? stop what, teasing you and just put it in already?" i laugh at your pathetic attempts to free yourself, tugging your sweats down just enough to let your bush out. i dip my fingers into your boxers, circling your tdick while you writhe in pleasure and shame beneath me. "dad, dad, stop." Your voice betraying you coming out breathy and whiney. "Why should I stop? I need to show you that actions have consequences. " i shove 2 fingers deep into your aching hole with no warning, you moan loudly, your back arching off the bed. i pull your sweats the rest of the way off, laughing at how your legs are already shaking, how wet and tight you are, just for me. i pull my fingers from your hole, noting how slick and shiny they are. "open." i hold my fingers to your mouth, but you keep it firmly shut. "open" i say more firmly, slapping your exposed cunt with my other hand. you open my mouth to cry out, but I shove my fingers down your throat, forcing you to taste your own arousal. I line up my strap with your hole. "Ready?" I don't wait for an answer before burying myself inside you, watching you choke out sobs of pleasure "dad, please, it's too much, I can't, I can't take it, please dad, take it out." I pull out only shortly before thrusting the whole thing back inside you, fucking you slowly and deeply while my hand plays with your little tdick. I watch intently and you grip anything to make the burning pain in your cunt lessen. "dad please, please stop, I'm- I can't" I listen to your desperate pleas as you get closer, but I'm determined to make you cum on my cock, to go through with my punishment. "I can't, kiddo. you have to learn to behave, ok." I lean forward, kissing your forehead and playing with your hair as I rape you in my bed. I kiss away the tears that fall down your cheeks as I bring you closer and closer to orgasm until finally you break. back arching off the bed, clinging to me tightly as you clench around me, shaking and crying harder as I thrust into you harder. "There you go, there you go. let it out, boy." I slip my strap out of you, holding you close, rubbing your back. "I didn't want to do that, but naughty boys have to be punished, ok. you can't go around getting high, it's dangerous, someone might take advantage of you, ok." I press a soft kiss to your lips before carrying your shaking, crying self into your room, tucking you in, kissing you goodnight.

[gumballavocadoharry]

The father code:

Harry was a devoted dad, to his six year old son, Tyler. always ready with a hug or a playful tickle. While he cherished these moments, he often underestimated how different the world looked through the innocent eyes of a little boy who was just beginning to navigate friendships and schoolyard dynamics.

One sunny Saturday, the annual neighborhood picnic was underway at the local park. With colorful balloons swaying in the breeze and laughter echoing through the air, families gathered for games, food, and fun. Tyler was particularly excited because he would finally get to see his friends from school outside the classroom.

As they walked hand-in-hand towards the picnic area, Harry noticed Tyler's excitement bubbling over. He smiled down at his son. “So, are you ready to show everyone your awesome cartwheel?” Harry asked, ruffling Tyler's tousled hair.

“Yeah, Dad! But please… don’t embarrass me this time!” Tyler replied, eyes wide, as if pleading with his father to keep the affection at bay.

“Me? Embarrass you?” Harry feigned surprise, placing a dramatic hand on his chest. “That’s impossible!”

Soon enough, they reached the picnic area. Harry set down the basket filled with homemade sandwiches and treats while Tyler darted off to join his friends. Harry watched as Tyler joined a group of kids playing tag, his laughter ringing out like music. Yet, part of Harry found himself unable to resist the urge to bond publicly with his son in the most dad-like way possible.

Several minutes later, he spotted Tyler sitting on the grass, surrounded by his friends, eagerly chatting about their plans for the upcoming school talent show. Harry, feeling a surge of pride, decided that this was the perfect moment to show everyone just how much he adored his boy.

With an exaggerated sneaking motion, he sidled up to Tyler, preparing to pounce like a friendly bear. “Roar! Here comes the coolest dad on the planet!” he bellowed playfully, using his best ‘monster voice.’

Startled, Tyler turned to see his father, his face twisting into a mixture of surprise and horror. Harry had no clue what was brewing in his son’s mind as he lunged forward, scoop-picking him up in a big bear hug.

“Dad! No!” Tyler squeaked, laughter battling with embarrassment. But before he could escape, Harry lifted him high, pretending to toss him in the air like a feather.

“Oh, come on, buddy! Just a big hug for my little star!” Harry beamed, enveloping Tyler in his arms while the other kids watched, giggling and whispering among themselves.

With cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, Tyler squirmed, his small hands pushing against Harry's chest. “Dad, I’m not a baby anymore!” he protested, his voice tinged with urgency. Laughter erupted from his friends, and Tyler's face was now a medley of pride and humiliation.

“But you’ll always be my baby!” Harry said with a laugh, kissing the top of Tyler's head affectionately.

Seizing the moment, one of Tyler's friends called out, “Your dad loves you, Tyler!” The teasing laughter continued as the group of kids feigned dramatic gasps, making Tyler squirm even more.

Finally, with a desperate chuckle, Tyler managed to wriggle free from his dad’s grip. He stood up, brushing off his shirt as if it were covered in embarrassing cooties. “Thanks, Dad… but I can walk by myself!” he exclaimed, throwing an exaggerated eye-roll at his friends, who were still giggling.

Harry, realizing he might have overdone it, felt a pang of regret but couldn’t help but chuckle at the scene. He knelt to Tyler's level, wiping the laughter from his face. “Sorry, champ. I just think you’re awesome! I forget you’re a big kid now.”

Tyler looked at his father, his expression softening. “It’s okay, Dad. Just maybe a little less ‘bear hugs’ next time?”

Harry nodded, a smile still playing on his lips. “Deal,” he said, holding up a pinky for a promise.

As the picnic continued, Tyler found his footing once more, running back to his friends with renewed confidence. Harry, on the other hand, watched from a distance, chuckling at the endearing embarrassment and the love that only a father and son could share.

From that day on, Harry learned to temper his affectionate displays with a little more understanding of his growing son—because while love would always be the foundation of their relationship, navigating the social jungle of childhood required a delicate balance. And although Tyler might cringe at the memory of that day, deep down, he wouldn’t trade his dad’s love for anything in the world.

[little-burr]

Bird watching with my daddy he introduced me to his hobby and I quite honestly liked it. Is very relaxing and nothing better than being with the love of my life by my side.

Daddy read me a bedtime story today it was snuggle up tight.

Can't wait to live with him have our own house 🏠 with a pond full of ducks 🦆

[yahsheartcry]

YHWH says "I love you!"

This is for my kids who said they wanted me, and they accepted Yeshua (Jesus) as their Savior. I wrote a love letter just for them.

Dear Kids,

This is Abba Daddy! I miss you all so much! I would love to hear from you today. To spend time with you. I honestly desire to hear your voice and spend the day with you. I would love to talk with you in the morning, when you wake up OR even when you get a break during the day while you are working OR even at night, before you go to sleep. Because I created you, I know your spirit and it knows me. It longs for intimacy with Me. It longs to hear from Me. What I don't understand is why YOU don't want that?

What did I do that you don't want Me? What did I say that made you turn from Me? I know that you are busy, and that life can get overwhelming, but NOTHING should come between you and Me. Whatever does come between you and Me is considered an IDOL. I don't like those. In fact, I absolutely hate idols! They can't help you. They can't heal you. They can't love you like I can! They can't listen like I can! They aren't Me!

On top of that, the way you love Me is not the way that I like to be loved. If you really knew Me at all, you'd know that. My love language is through obedience and intimacy. Apparently, what I want...what I desire...means nothing! You want to say you love me, to say a prayer and say you know my Son, to have my Spirit, but then, you don't want to talk to any of us. You would prefer to see me twice a year on holidays that I NEVER approved! Your definition of love is not going to work for Me! I want more! I desire more! I deserve your allegiance. I deserve your reverence and awe. I am your King. I am your Master. I am your L-rd.

What you need to know is that when you don't spend time with Me, or don't obey Me when I tell you something, there are always consequences to your actions. My Word are My words from Me personally. The WHOLE BOOK! Not just the New, and not just the Old. The ENTIRE thing! It's no wonder that you don't know Me, because you don't even read what I have to say...to YOU! I know that you may not know this about Me, but I am an extremely jealous G-d. I crave you! I want to spend time with My kids that I created! That was the whole point of Me doing that, not to be ignored, mistreated, and abused by My kids. If you think that you can keep living in sin, and making constant bad choices, and I'll be okay with that, you are badly mistaken. I am NOT okay with unholiness! I am NOT okay with you living like the world! I created you to be set apart and holy, like Me, but again, what I want is not good enough for you.

Now, I do have kids who actually do want to spend time with Me, and who talk to Me every day, and I absolutely love it! I love showing them and telling them that I love them back. I love meeting them places and telling others how much I love them. They are Daddy's little princesses and little princes. They are My treasures. For the rest of you, who choose to think that I'm just a genie in a bottle, and that I'm going to reward you for you living however way you want to....well....that's not how I do things. So.....when you're ready to stop running away from Me, to stop being the prodigal, then we'll talk. Until then, just know you are breaking my heart by not wanting to be with Me. I pray for you constantly to come home. To see your true worth and true purpose in My Kingdom. To see your beauty. Just know...Daddy is here waiting for you. I love you.

Always,

Abba Daddy

[max0chist]

"C'mon, little man, you're always so certain you could beat your old man in a quick wrestle." You squirm on log bench, hoping someone will speak up and say you don't have to wrestle me. "Yeah, I mean, you're a man, right? All men wrestle their dads. I did it." Your bladder aches. You wish you hadn't drank all the water, but the smoke kept making you cough and the dry mouth, oh the dry mouth. why did you have to smoke so much? you barely have the strength to keep your bladder shut, much less get tossed around by your dad. "i- I really should be going to bed." desperately hoping to play on my parental role. "Oh, C'mon, son. it's the weekend. you smoked 3 blunts in front of me. I don't care about curfew." Your mind races with ways to get out of this before just submitting. "I need to use the bathroom." You stand up, your legs shake under you as you start waddling to the house. "Earn it." I grab your waist, pressing painfully against your bulging bladder. you squeak, praying that I didn't feel you leak, but nothing gets past dad. I slip my fingers into your waistband. "Better win." I grab you and throw you to the ground, your arm twisted behind your back as you kick, trying to cross your legs to stop the flow. I press my hand between your thighs, cupping your soaking crotch to help you stop. "Aww, better hold it next time." I flip you over. "It's ok. All boys lose to their dad's... just most aren't so pathetic they wet themselves." I apply sudden pressure to your bladder, my eyes fixated on the growing wet spot soaking your crotch and leaking over to wet where I'm pressing my hips into you. I help you up and lead you back to the log, where a blunt and cup of water are already waiting for you

[nutsforhim]

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[choccy-milky]

being weak for clora is in the DNA 💕 like father like son 😊

[dumbsillybunny]

Me accidentally calling someone dad and they coo at me because I think of them as a father figure, not knowing that I imagine them fucking my boy cunt over and over again while I whine helplessly beneath them with their cum dripping down my thighs.

[d469son-daddyshelper2]

[janedoesdiaryy]

Mommy's gonna finger you under the blanket while you're friends are over to watch a movie. Be a good girl and stay quiet so they can hear how loud your pussy gets when you're trying to be sneaky. All their little pussies will start to drip but they'll all be too scared to touch themselves...so everyone will sit, as still as they can, holding their breath, listening to you try your best not to scream as you cum in mommy's lap. You'd like that, right pet?

[sombrewoodlandfairy]

the tortured poets department wallpapers

part 1 | part 2

[wildfloweronwheels]

this tracklist has me thinking so many thoughts you guys.

they broke up a fortnight into tour... the first show post joever was in florida... who's afraid of little old me being a twist on who's afraid of virginia woolf a film which starred elizabeth taylor and richard burton about a couple whose relationship breaks down at late night drinks in front of people... my boy only breaks his favourite toys - is she the toy??? free from the slammer where the slammer is an obvious reference to jail after all the criminal metaphors of her and joe tricking the system... but daddy i love him being a reference to the little mermaid where she gave up her voice for a man... clara bow being a 1920's film star who found her voice, married a guy who denied they were ever married publicly and then died + the majority of her fame coming from silent films where she literally didn't need to have a voice and then successfully transitioning into 'talkies' (films with sound).... the smallest man who ever lived vs. 'the loudest woman this town has ever seen who had a marvellous time ruining everything'... oh boy.

[d469son-daddyshelper2]

Looks like daddy’s boy is ‘up’ for a hard day’s work! 😉

[max0chist]

recording my little boy while I jerk him off. showing him how it's only recording his my cock, because that's all he is to me, a cock to play with, to be used for my pleasure and entertainment