#tabo0

[babysleepyfawn]

wearing barely anything around the house to tease my daddy, knowing how hard it makes for him to focus on anything... pretending not to notice when I see him slip away to the bedroom, then come out minutes later unable to look at me without blushing and looking away🤭

[footaddiction]

I love @qsworship

She's just so damn beautiful ❤️

[lvlexish]

The 12H and our hidden fears and trauma 🚪

These are my observations 📝 (Check each ruling planet for the sign of your 12H to get a more in depth understanding.) PT 1.

Aries 12H : Hidden anger and rage. When you were younger you could have been told you’re too sensitive and that anger secretly turned into rage. Fear of asserting yourself or coming off as aggressive. Headaches can happen when you work yourself up.

Taurus 12H : Could have wounds surrounding money. You could secretly be good at cooking and only like to do it for those close to you. Creating beautiful art that no one is allowed to see. Thyroid issues could be a thing here as well. It could be hard for you to see the beauty in yourself. You could secretly overindulge in things. Binge eating could be a thing here as well, but no one knows you do it.

Gemini 12H: Issues surrounding communication. Possibly when growing up, you could have felt that no one listened to you or heard you. Maybe when growing up you were shut out of a lot of conversations because people perceived you as someone who wouldn’t understand or someone that doesn’t have anything necessary to contribute to the conversation. You ended up in your head up a lot and there were so many things that you were cut off from being able to express and let out. Could have issues with your nervous system as a result now.

Cancer 12H: You could have really deep seated mommy issues with this placement. Growing up you were labeled as too sensitive and in turn that made you go into your shell even more. You had no one to connect with emotionally and could have felt really alone especially as a child. Possibly some body image issues here as well. Maybe you were a late bloomer. UTI issues could be prevalent.

Leo 12H: There are issues surrounding your confidence and being your true authentic self. You could have a fear of standing out amongst the crowd, tending to draw inwards but people constantly put you in the spotlight. Could deal with heart palpations.

Virgo 12H: Stability could be an issue for you. Maybe growing up a routine didn’t exist in your household. Also from a young age someone close to you could have been extremely critical to you, creating OCD and wanting to present as “perfect” at all times. Control issues could be a thing here as well. Tummy issues present here. Also it could be the other end where a routine was pushed so much that you can’t operate without being busy and possibly become a workaholic.

[savvypervy0]

Little Puppy

TW: Watersports, Pet play (duh), a bit of DDL?, teacher/student, age gap. May have some gendered words towards the sub, but it wasn't intentional.

Great. Your day is going great.

You sit on the front row during math class, and the first thing you do when you try to take the textbook out of your bag is let the collar you bought fall on the floor, right in front of Mr. Jones. You noticed his expression changing from surprise, to intrigue, to a devious smirk, to a complete poker face.

Great. Now he can blackmail you. Awesome.

You can't focus during class, all you think about is the shame you felt during those first minutes of class. Luckily, math is the last period on thursdays, so you can just run straight home when you're done. Well, you would be able to, if he didn't ask you to stay after class.

"You stay after class, sweetie." He puts a hand on your shoulder, causing you to shudder. "We need to talk about your grades."

"O-okay…" You look to your friends and they seem confused, but you just tell them to go.

As his classroom slowly empties, only you and him are still there. You feel his fingers pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, as he moves his mouth close to your face. It's like his whole demeanor changes. Normally, he's a composed teacher, keeping to himself. But now… He's more confident.

You follow him to the school's parking lot, where he guides you to his car, entering it.

"I believe you know why I asked you to stay after class, sweetheart."

You feel your throat getting dry, your mouth opening without a sound, trying to justify something. "I'm sorry…" Is everything that you manage to say.

"Why are you sorry, puppy?" He says that last word as if he owns you. As if he knows your deepest secrets with just a quick look. And it sends shivers down your spine, a jolt of electricity coursing in your bloodstream.

"W-what do you mean puppy… S-sir…?" Your voice falters, you stutter. You can't focus on anything other than his voice and the way his hands move. You watch, in horror, as he reaches inside your bag, pulling the collar.

"Did you show me it on purpose, sweetheart?" His hands dangle it in front of your eyes before he puts it inside his own bag. "Come with me."

"If you want your pretty collar back, come to my house." His tone is suggestive. You know what he means. You know what he wants. And your stupid puppy parts want it too.

"O-okay." You hop inside the car, trembling while he fasten your seat belt, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead as he backs away to his seat.

"You know what comes next, don't you?"

"Yes…" You know. And yet, you feel like you don't. You know he will do… something to you.

"You know you can't tell anyone too."

"Yeah… figured…"

"Good puppy." For some reason, whenever he says 'puppy' to you, you feel your body tingling.

The drive is uneventful, only small talk and him teasing your, calling you puppy, pet and belittling you. And sometimes he'd rest his hand on your thighs, and you'd open your legs, inviting him further. You always had a little intrigue about him, but never had the courage to act on it. But now that he was acting on you, you were getting bolder.

You are doing exactly what he wanted. The drive home was to ease you to his touches, to his voice, to his belittling babying. He has complete control over you now.

You watch Mr. Jones getting off the car as your knees turn into jelly, not able to even move after all of that.

"Mr. Jones, why-"

"We're not on school grounds. Don't you want to call me by other name?" His right hand grips your thigh, a little too stronger than needed.

"W- why don't you tell me…?" You try to act defiant, but you're just a dumb little pet. "I-if you… want me to… I can call you… da-" He shuts your mouth with a tender kiss, putting his hands on your neck and thigh.

"We're here. You can wait until I earn the title, sweetheart." His long, teasing fingers leave your thighs, clicking the seat belt off, carefully sliding it off you, brushing his hand against your body. "Do you have a curfew to get back home?"

"I'll tell my parents I'm with my friends, but can you get me home before dinner?" You blurt that without thinking.

"Good puppy." He leaver another kiss on your forehead.

"What's wrong, buttercup? You need daddy's help to get out of the car?" The door opens and he grabs your hand, pulling you out of it, guiding you to the apartment building. Your fingers can barely grip around his index finger, you look so small compared to him. "It's okay, you're safe here." With a soft peck on your cheek, he opens the door, pulling you inside.

You see a simple living room, barely any furniture, only a couch and a TV set. You see pet bowls on a corner.

"You have a dog, Mr. Jo-" You stop mid-sentence, getting flushed by what you're about to say. "D-daddy?"

"Not yet, sunshine. I'm just ready for anything." A shiver runs down your spine as his voice drops a tone, getting rougher and… more caring? "Now, why don't you look in this mirror and tell me what you see…"

You feel his hands tugging the leash towards somewhere. But you don't pay much attention to where. All your brain focus on is how big he is compared to you. How his hand veins are visible holding the leash. How he's holding his hand down, like he's truly walking a puppy, because you're so much smaller than him.

He puts you in front of a mirror. You see how the school uniform fits your body, hugging your body, accentuating all the beautiful spots on your body, as you see his hands holding your waist, his figure framing you. Your head barely hits his chest, but he gives the top of your hair a soft, tender kiss.

Slowly, he moves his hands up, drawing the contour of your body with his fingers. Reaching the neck, you hear a hard click closing on your collar.

"You are my pet now, sweetheart." His voice sounds soft and caring, with a hint of possessiveness behind it.

"When did you put the collar on me?!" Your knees falter. When…? Your brain starts running on overdrive, thinking about everything he did to you until then. Your hand grasping his finger, being guided to the parking lot, you entering the car, the car ride, entering his apartment… wait.. "When you took off my seat belt…?"

"You're such a smart puppy, sunshine. Good job." He rewards you with a tender kiss on the top of your head and a scratch on your chin.

"Hehe…" You giggle softly, already at his complete mercy.

He opens the door, revealing a sunlit room, filled with all sorts of ropes, chew toys, dildos, gags and a collection of other things.

"Where are you taking me, daddy?" Your voice comes out soft, submissive, surprising even you.

"To the pet's special room, sunshine."

"And what's inside it?"

"Puppy toys, sweetheart. You're gonna love it."

"What's all of that, daddy?"

"Puppy toys."

"Y- you want me to…" You forget words, only silently nodding.

"Good pup." You feel his fingers scratching your hair. "You understand quick your place. That's good." With a soft, tender touch, his lips touch yours. Just a small peck, not even a real kiss. But it somehow messes with you.

"M- more…" Why are you such a dumb puppy already? Why is your brain all mushy already?

"More what, pup?" You don't need to say too much, he already knows what you want. But he wants you to tell him.

"You… I want more of you…" You move your pathetic little hands to his, pulling them to your desperate puppy parts, rubbing his fingers against your soft, sensitive spots, almost grinding yourself against him already. "Please… I need it…" Your voice is lost between whimpers, moans and incomprehensible noises.

"Just my hands are enough, sunshine?" He's behind you already, whispering in your ears and lightly biting your earlobes, while hi moves his fingers to tease you, gliding on your tender skin. You can feel how hard he's pushing you against his crotch. There's something pressing on your butt. Something big. Something thick. Something hot.

"N- no… I need… more…" You move your hand to behind your back, trying desperately to grasp his cock through his clothes, fumbling the buttons.

You feel as his member slowly breaks past your last resistances, forcing it's way inside you, slowly spreading you apart.

"Oh, you need daddy's cock on you, sweetheart?" Pulling your leash, he bends you over the bed, already pulling down your uniform and resting his cock on your butt, grinding it against you. "You'll have to beg more."

"B- but I've begged enough!" You try to argue, already wiggling your ass against it, trying to feel more.

"Not enough for me." His voice is stern, serious.

"I- if you want to, I wouldn't mind…" You words are cut off by a slap. You feel his big hands stinging you, marking your skin with the redness of his fingers. "Fuck"

"Beg."

"I- I don't think I need to-" Again, you feel another one. This time, a bit stronger. "Fuck, that hurt!"

"Stop cussing in front of your new owner, my sweet dumb mutt."

"Fuck you, I do whatever I want!" Even if your brain is all mushy, for some reason you feel like being a bit of a brat. Who does he think he is? Being all controlling like this during sex? It's your first time, he should be more caring!

"You accepted my rules." He hits your ass square with his palm, making a huge red mark.

"FUCK!" You open your mouth, a yelp crossed with a loud, desperate moan comes out. You don't understand why you're feeling so at ease on his hands, even if it hurts. You're being a brat just to tease. And he knows it as much as you do. You wiggle even more, pressing your needy little hole harder against him.

"Your mouth says one thing, sweetie-" He pulls your leash, forcing you to look up, and your ears closer to his mouth "but your body is begging me to fuck you harder." His voice is quiet, but dominant.

"Please, I can't… I can't anymore…" Your breathing gets heavier and heavier. "Just fuck my needy, desperate puppy hole already." You bend over more, pointing your ass to him, spreading your legs, inviting him even more.

"Good pup." He aims his cock, slathering his pre-cum all over your hole, lubricating it.

You can't hold back your voice, as much as you try to. It always open back again, screaming, begging, moaning.

"You're a very vocal puppy, sweetheart." You feel his hand scratching your head, caressing your head. "Let it all out for me."

You both just stay there, lying down for a bit. Both bodies exuding heat, as he continuously soothes you, guiding your breath, kissing your forehead, just taking care of you.

It's so unfair. You don't want to give yourself that much, but his fingers, his voice, his soft demeanor with you… Ugh. It's too much.

"Why…" Between moans and whimpers, you somehow manage to form a full sentence. "how… do you… do this… to me?"

"You wanted me to do this to you for a long while, didn't you, sweetheart?" He times his words with his thrusts, almost like a song playing inside your body.

"Yes… since… the first day… of school…" You just lay down, feeling his love and control over you. You love the feeling of giving yourself in completely.

"Good puppy. Be honest with daddy and you win prizes." Saying this, he gently started stroking your sensitive spots, rubbing it with dexterity only possible to those experienced.

"Daddy-!" You can't form a single thought any more. That's just "cock! daddy! cock! daddy! cock! daddy cock!" in your mind, flooding your thoughts, bringing you over the edge as you scream your thoughts loud enough for anyone near to listen.

"Aw, did daddy already break you, sweetheart?" You feel as he stops for a while, caressing your hair, comforting you, soothing you. "It's okay, let's take a quick break. I've been too hard on you."

"No… I…" Your breath is still shallow and very much quick. It's hard to express what you're feeling. It's good he knows you're overwhelmed and tired, but you still want to make him feel good.

"Sweetheart, I know it feels good. Believe me, I know it. But you need to rest for a bit too." His hands gently caressing your hair told you everything was gonna be alright.

"Okay…" You slowly calm down, as he picks you up in his arms and sit down on the bed, holding you like a baby.

"It's okay, sunshine. You did a great job." With a soft kiss, he lays down with you.

You hear the A/C turning on, and you feel the blanket covering both of you, as he pulls you closer to his chest, carefully holding you.

"We can continue this after we take a quick nap, sweetie."

"Uhum…" As soon as he said "nap", your small puppy brain felt how tired your body was. "I love you, daddy…"

"I love you too, sweetheart."

"Sleep, sunshine. You need it more than you think."

You look up at him, and all you see is a soft, powerful, caring gaze. You're safe in his arms. You are safe with him.

He can be your safe place. Wherever you both are, he'll be there for you.

[pregnantprincesss]

Hi! I’m very interested in a specific birthing roleplay!

I’d like to have a story where there is a new curriculum at a new school that requires a live model for a health class.

It would include losing virginity, pregnancy and birth all while in front of a class.

[babysleepyfawn]

Hai Daddy(or big bro)

I'm Baby Fawn, here to make icky naughty content for you🤍

I use all pronouns, but she/her are my favorite.

I wanna get perverted with uu

I sell content, but you can find all my long taboo videos on Manyvids (Sleepy Fawn)

I hope you enjoy your time here, papa!

[yourfavoritebrother]

Jerking off thinking about my sister rn.

[savvypervy0]

Little Puppy 2

TW: Teacher/Student, Total Power Exchange, degradation, praise, Dominant Daddy, Pet play, age gap, smut

You're at his class again. This time, wearing the collar like it's a badge of honor. Tied to it, there's a small pendant with his initials and his phone number in the back. In display, for everyone to see, was a small bone, etched into the metal, with the name "Puppy" written on it.

"What's that you're wearing?" You could hear your friend ask. "Just something I thought I had to hide for the longest time." You smile, trying to look confident. But deep down, you're embarrassed.

This wasn't your idea. Of course not. It was his. Entering the class room, you see his desk already. His eyes meet yours, guiding you to the desk right in front of his with just his gaze.

"Good morning, class." His voice quickly captures the attention of everyone in the room. You can't focus on the class at all, always going back to last week, remembering how he treated you, how he played with you… Going back to when you woke up and he was playing with your hair, caressing your cheeks. That fucking "good morning, little puppy" that messes up your brain and makes you giggle like you lost a thousand points of IQ. In his hands, in his bed, you become nothing more than a dumb, adorable little pet. And you love it.

"Next week, wear the collar for me." While driving you home the next day, he stops in the mall. "I'll get you something special to go with it. "Y- you want me to attend all classes wearing the collar?" You voice was trembling, your stomach drops down to your knees. "Is that too much to ask of you, little puppy?" Holding your hand, he guides you to a pet shop. "This is where we'll get the pendant to your collar." "N- no. I can do that. I'm a big puppy…" You try to sound confident, or even grown up, but your voice and your knees betray you. "It's okay if it's only for my classes for now, sweetheart." Leaving a soft kiss on your forehead, he turns to the cashier, getting the dogtag and paying. "Thank you for doing it so quickly." "No problem, sir. When the owner asks, we do it."

"You're the owner, Mr. Jon-?!" Before you can finish saying anything, you feel his finger on your lips, closing your mouth. "I already told you, sunshine. Outside of school, I'm not Mr. Jones." "S-sorry…" You can feel the heat growing on your cheeks, spreading through your face. "You're the owner here, d… daddy…?" God, why are you trembling so much? This cashier doesn't even know you. And he seems like someone Mr. Jones know… "Good pup…" He gently scratches behind your ears, caressing your hair. "Now, can you be a good pet and lift your chin so I can put the charm on your collar?"

You timidly lift your face, suddenly being forced to stare into his eyes, to watch a small grin forming on his mouth as you feel his strong, soft hands working on your collar, attaching the charm.

"W- what is in it, d- daddy?" "Why don't you see for yourself, sweetheart?" He grabs your hand and guides you to a room in the back, passing through a 'Staff Only' door. "Where are you taking me…?" You're scared, you don't know this place. "Somewhere safe, trust me." You know he wouldn't do anything to hurt you, but the fear of an unkown place was still present to you. "Like the… puppy room?" The pieces slowly connect in your brain. Suddenly, everything makes more sense. "Smart one, aren't you?" His soft giggle melts your brain into a complete mush, as he scrambles what was left with a soft caress on your hair. "Am smart?" Your giggling brain can't even form a proper sentence when his hands are touching you. God, you're so pathetic in his hands… "The smartest little pup in the world, sweetheart." His soft stirring on your scalp was melting your brain more and more… "Hehehe…" "Now, sweetie. To the puppy room, okay?

Holding his hand, you followed close, each of his steps being two of yours, making echoes on the walls around you. You finally arrive at a door marked with only one word: [PLAY].

"So… this is the play room…?" Your voice is shy, but filled with curiosity.

How different this room might be from daddy's play room? What kinds of toys would they have? What about the rules inside? All of those thoughts keep swirling inside your brain, round, and round and round…

"What's wrong, sunshine?" His hands wake you up from that trance, caressing your chin and forcing you to look into his eyes. "Is my little pup thinking about what might be behind this door? Maybe about all the naughty stuff we'll do, or even what I might force onto you as a 'rule'…?" "Um…" You try to form words, but there's no way to argue back at him. He knows you too well. "Yes…" "Good puppy…" His fingers gently scraping on your shoulders were more than enough praise, but he still insisted on saying it. Because more than anything else, he knows his voice has a strange effect on your brain; cooking it like a slow heat oven. "Now, puppy. The first rule here is that you must wear the collar."

You feel his big, gentle hands wrapping around your neck, the soft leather from your collar touching your skin. A comforting, dumbing feeling taking control of your brain, slowly making you go back thousands of years, back to your most primal instincts. You don't even think, you just press your head against his chest, as he softly caresses your hair, whispering small words of praise that you can't even understand. Even if he only played with you once, your brain already knows. When you're wearing the collar, you're not his student, you're not the smart, straight As that he's so proud of. No, you're just his little puppy. His desperate, tail-wagging, begging, whimpering and messy puppy.

"Daddy… can I open the door?" Your voice, even if still shy, gets more confident. Right now, you have no power in this dynamic. You can't do anything he won't let you. There's no reason to think, to analyse the situation. You just submit and smile to his actions, to his desires. "Of course, sweetheart. Go on." You see that soft, malicious grin on his face. That stupid fucking grin.

You knew he was looking down on you. Fuck. You reach your hand to the door handle, and were about to turn it when…

"Oh, almost forgot!" As soon as you turn around, you hear a soft, dry 'click' coming out of your neck. And the tip of the lead is in his hands. "Do you have a safe word in mind, sweetie?" "Safe word?" You never really thought about this. You just assumed he would know how to treat you, since he's experienced and all. "No? Do I need one?" "Shit. Okay, we should've talked this better before coming here." He takes off the collar from your neck. "No! I want to play!" "I know, kiddo. We will play, don't worry." You feel his scratches behind your ear. "We just need to discuss this before doing anything." "But yesterday-" "Yesterday wasn't planned. I kinda forgot the formalities because you're too fucking adorable. But here we're in a kinda public place. Other people might come, and I need to know when to stop if you're ever feeling uncomfortable, right?" He bombarded you with words. Your brain sort of short-circuited with the sudden praise, but you got the general idea. "Y- yeah, makes sense…" "Good pup." He takes a Kitkat from his pocket and cracks one of the four bars, giving it to you. "Do you like this?" "Uh-hum!" You happily munch down on the little treat as he explains what could work as a safe word. "It can be anything that grounds you, something to take you off the role. When you say this word, I will stop what I'm doing to make sure you're okay." "Why the need for a safe word? Can't I just say 'stop' or 'I don't want it'?" "Well, you see…" Mr. Jones scratches his head, trying to find the right words. "There's this thing called 'Consensual Non-Consent', where you say 'no! Stop! I don't want this!' when you really, really want it. Some subs are very heavily into this, and the idea of a 'safe word' serves to make sure no limits are being broken." "So basically I can just say like… 'Crackers' and you stop at any time?" "Yeah." He hands you the rest.

"Now that you know how this works…" As you're eating the kitkat, you feel the familiar texture of the collar on your neck, you hear the sounds of being bound by the leather and metal around your neck. You're back to being just his little puppy. "What's our safe word, sunshine?" "Crackers." You speak in-between bites, trying to eat quick to have more time to play. "Good puppy." Scratching your hair, he opens the door and pulls the leash, guiding you inside, as you gulp down the rest of the chocolate.

As soon as his hands pull down on that door handle, you heard a click, then a crack. And then your eyes were flooded with red lights from all corners of the room, reflecting from shiny metal tables, painting otherwhise leather things with a blood-like tint.

"Wow…" You brain slowly kicked back into action, analyzing everything on that space, clinching every detail to your brain, to your conscious. "There's… so many things here that I've never seen…" "You can pick where and when we start, sweetheart." With a soft, almost guiding brush on your cheeks, he slowly goes through each and every toy, tool and item inside the room. But you couldn't focus on anything he was saying. Your brain was too focused on the pair of handcuffs, imagining how he might use it… Grabbing your hands, forcing you against a wall and forcefully restraining your movements, cuffing your hands together in front of you, grinding them against his growing bulge…

"Pup? Sunshine?" you woke up from your torpor as soon as you heard his fingers snapping on your ears, to find one of your hands already playing down there without permission. "Naughty puppy. I might have to do something about this, don't I?" You watch, with a mix of horror, arousal and fear, as he takes his slow, calculated steps towards a wall covered with all kinds of devices… "What should I pick…?" You can hear in his voice. He already knows what got you like this. "Maybe the leg-spreader…?" The device he feints toward is a big pole of metal with adjustable size, and leather straps pending from each end. "Or the rope… I could do a hogtie…" You don't know what this is, even if it sounds hot. He goes down all other equipment, until he stops by the handcuffs. "Of maybe all you want is the simplest one? Because your dummy puppy brain is still getting used to all of this?" You can't hide the shine in your eyes, te excitment. You promptly pull your hands in front of you, dripping with your arousal. He smiles, and locks you.

"Now, puppy. Do you remember what we talked about right before coming here?" "The… crackers?" You smile, already waiting for your treat, knowing you were a good puppy for remembering it. "Yes. Good job. If at any point I do something you don't like, just say the word." "Uh hum." You look up at his face, waiting for your treat. It's almost pathetic to watch as you squirm, trying to look cuter… "What's wrong? Do you perhaps want me to start already? Treats are for good puppies. And you were touching without permission, weren't you?"

The realization hits you like a truck. You're not a good pet now. For the first time, he's going to punish you for something. And that is scary. But you deserve to be punished, you were doing things you shouldn't without permission. And if he gets too 'excited' with the punishment, you can always bail.

As you're lost in thoughts, you didn't even notice as he guided your pathetic self to one of the shiny metal tables. "You're still wearing too much clothing. Do you like this shirt, sweetheart?" "You look hot, daddy." "Flattery won't make your punishment any easy, dummy. I meant the shirt you're wearing." "Oh…" You look down, a bit sad that your fail-proof had failed. "Yes, it was a gift from my friend." "Alright." From his back pocket, he pulls a key, taking the cuffs off of you. "Get naked." You don't even hesitate. He already has a grip on your brain, and all this whiplash from 'punishment' to 'caring dom' is confusing you.

As soon as you start taking the shirt off, he extends his hand, ready to grab it. And as you slowly take the rest off, you see him carefully folding that shirt, as if it's special to him as well. "What's wrong? Forgot how to take the rest off, sweetheart?" His voice is soft, almost like a summer wind hitting your naked chest, as his big, strong hands find their way inside your pants, gently taking them off together with your undies. With a tender kiss, he pushes you onto the table and sets the clothes aside.

He comes from the chair where he left them, and grabs a small vibrator from the giant wall of toys. "Since this is a punishment, sweetheart, I'll have to be a little more… aggressive. Be ready." He says this, but does not wait until you're ready.

Taking advantage of your unfavorable position, spread open on top of the table, he presses the vibe on your most sensitive spot. And he does this hard, with a little bit of pain. But your dumb mutt brain cannot focus on the pain, because the mere thought of his hands forcing this much pleasure on you is enough to drown any discomfort, any pain. You last a whole 45 seconds before cumming like a desperate bitch in heat, making a big mess on top of the table, and hitting his clothes as well. "God, you're a pathetic existence, you know? Your body is so well made to be my special, tiny little toy, and yet all you do is whimper, scream and piss all over me. Do you think this is funny, little one? Do you think you have any sort of control here?" Using the pathetic mess you just made, he wets the vibrator, shoving it directly inside your hole. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." You started saying this without even noticing. Your vision is blurry, your hands try to move, only for you to find them cuffed to each other. You put them between your legs, only for him to grab and lift them. "I already told you, mutt. You don't have a shred of control here. Your body became my toy for me to do as I please as soon as you put that collar around your neck and gave me the tip of the leash. You became mine. You are fucking mine, you understand?" "Y-ye-" You can't say a word without going into a whimpering, sobbing mess. You can't feel your feet anymore, your legs are moving without you wanting them to, your voice sounds like a whore. You're a mess. A complete mess. And he is smiling that stupid fucking sadistic smile. That slightly concealed grin, that one you fucking hate how much you love. The one that shows his power over you.

"Oh, what's wrong? Can't even speak because your tiny, little body can't handle all this pleasure? Are you gonna cum again without permission, little toy?" He takes the toy away from you. Finally, some time off. You calm down, get your nerves back… or so it should've been. In reality, you were so, so close to cumming again, to feeling good… But he robbed you of that good, explosive feeling. You start to whimper. Your brain is no more. Your hips move on their own, desperately trying to lift up just enough to feel those vibrations again, to feel that pleasure once more… "Nuh uh, sweetheart. You can't do this." He slaps your crotch, forcing you back down. You flinch, scared with the first slap he ever gave you for real. It stings, almost like his hand is still there, marking your skin, your nerves. You look back at him with those adorable, needy puppy eyes. The eyes that meet your gaze are careful, even a bit worried, like watching to see how you react. "B-but…" You try doing the same movement again, lifting your waist up, searching for the elusive toy. Only to feel his hand again slapping you down on the table.

But this time, you were expecting it. And you let out a soft moan. He smiles again, the worry in his eyes vanishing, being replaced by lust, hunger and desire. And you are the object he oh, so much wants. You, your body and your little whimpers.

Grabbing both your hands, you feel his bigger, stronger hands, as he rolls you around, pressing your sensitive nipples and tummy on the cold metal table. You flinch and moan with the sudden stimulus, closing your eyes and opening your mouth wide. "Now the puppy moans again." You listen to his belt being unbuckled, to his heavy breaths, as the hard black leather wraps around your left ankle, and he pulls it up. You don't know exactly how, but he ties your left ankle to your hands, leaving your body completely exposed and ready to be fucked, with your tiny little hole dripping with desire and lust. "Please…"

"Please what, bitch? Use all of your remaining brain cells and form a fucking sentence." He knows what he's doing. So much so that you can feel his finger slowly circling around your neediness, grabbing a little bit of what you shot out and spreading on the hole, moistening it up. "Please, don't make me say it…" You feel the first intrusion inside you. His index finger gently spreading your insides, slowly going deeper inside you, until you feel his knuckles on your outside skin. You can't see what he's doing, since he's behind you. Your min conjure all kinds of scenarios, thinking about things he might have grabbed to toy with you… "Your body is already screaming it. There's no shame left on you that I haven't stripped away yet. Just. Say. It." With each word, he thrusts his finger inside you, almost like he needs to make sure his words go deeper inside you, for you to understand what he's saying. "F… fu…" You try to form a word, but your mouth isn't really working with you here. "Fu… Fudge, little one? Do you want daddy to buy you fudge when we're done?" He whispers those words directly into your brain, through your left ear. When you look there, he's standing naked, his cock already fully erect, almost touching your lips. You just stick out your tongue, moving your head forward, trying to get at least the tip inside your mouth… Only to be met with his other hand on your hair, pulling you back to your place. "Not so fast, smart ass." He starts moving his hand faster, pulling your hair harder. The pleasure mixed in with the pain is confusing every single sensory receptor in your body, like they're short circuiting. "Fuck… Dick… Cock… Me… Cock… In… Inside…" You can't form a cohesive phrase. And he's loving it. "You want daddy's cock inside this hole here?" He shoves two fingers inside you, forcing your little body to cum. You just scream "YES!" without thinking anything other the "finally". And then, you feel his hands leaving your hair, followed by a strong snap coming from your ass. You scream louder, letting out even more of your pathetic cummies. "I didn't give you permission to cum, slut." Another slap. This time harder, more precise. The pain is slightly stronger than the pleasure, but your pain receptors are short-circuiting, so you don't even care, you keep on cumming a little more with each slap. "You're such a pathetic little bitch, you now? You barely knew what a safe word was 15 minutes ago, and now you're screaming, begging for more pain…"

"Do you still want my cock inside you, sweetheart?" Suddenly, he stops slapping you, and you start breathing heavily. His voice is as dominant as always, sounding like a predator gauging his prey, watching your reactions.

Your vision is still blurry, and you can barely feel your body. You feel so good. But you want more, you're a greedy little pet. "Please… please fuck my needy, pathetic little hole, daddy…" You finally manage to say, positioning yourself as best as you can with only one leg available. "Good pup." You feel his soft pats on your head once again. Finally, praise! Finally, you did a good job! "Here, open your little mouth for me." He slides a piece of fudge for you to eat. "Keep your sugar levels high so you can take my cock without fainting, sweetheart." "Hehe… okay…" You look so dumb with that stupid smile on your face. And, God… He looks so hot handling your body to it's proper place, carefully laying you back in front of him.

"Here I come, sweetie. Tell me if it's too sensitive to continue, okay?" "Oka-" You don't even finish the sentence.

He shoves all of his cock all the way inside in one single thrust. "Look at how needy your body got for me, puppy. It's practically swallowing me, pulling me deeper… I'll cum in no time like this." You can barely understand what he's saying, anyways. You just want him to flood you with his seed. "Cum… In…" You go back to that moaning, whimpering torpor.

You can't think about anything, your brain is completely empty. And when you open your eyes again, you hear his voice. "Inside or on your back, sweetheart?" "Inside!" You don't even think before responding. Your body needs to be bred so, so much… You physically cannot wait anymore to feel his hot cum inside you, dripping on the floor… He grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him. And right when he's the deepest inside you, you hear his coarse, rough voice whispering "fuck…" with that strong dominance, followed by a strong bite on the back of your neck, surely marking you. Putting all of this together, you cum once more, feeling his thick cock spurting out all of his sperm deep, deep inside you, marking your insides as much as he did your neck.

"Good pup…" His breath is shallow, but he's still standing, caressing your hair as he unties his belt from your ankle. "Daddy… eepy…" You slowly blink your eyes, trying to make sense of what just happened. "Did you count how many times?" "Dumb puppy… can't count more than 3…" You say, trying to deny the sheer volume of your liquids on top of that table. At least he giggles at this, grabbing the key to the handcuffs and unlocking them. You finally feel all the soreness on your whole body, letting yourself limp out on the table. "Sore…" "I know, sweetie… Sorry about that…" His arms are comfortable, as he sits down on a armed chair, putting you to sleep on his arms, humming a lullaby and patting your head. "Sleep, now. When you wake up, I'll tell you everything." "Uh hum…" You doze off before even trying to think of what the "everything" was.

[smut-of-fleshandfiction]

I am NEVER Leaving (Part 1)

⚠️ Adopted male for sex • age gap • bi female milf couple • ff-m • ffffff-m ⚠️

To make a long story short I was adopted by these two lovely angels a few years ago. This lesbian couple has been adopting for a while now and I have seen and wanked to them at the group home. They are both just fucking gorgeous! I never thought I would actually get adopted by anyone, to be honest! I thought I would be one who just ages out and that’s it. But my day did come and to my surprise when I got called to the office, I was leaving with these two!

On the drive to their home, they made break-the-ice conversation with me, you know. In the back of my mind, although grateful I just kept finding myself thinking of seeing them both naked, doing one another, and by the grace of God, a threesome! Walking to the front door of this very nice two-story home both ladies told me that others live here, and I am the only male. This gave me a minor headache as I thought about how minimal silence there would be in this home until the front door opened and the four girls who were also staying there greeted me with a hug. All were easily between an 8 and 10! “You have basically won the lottery,” the redhead says to me as she bites her lip looking me up and down.

“Yes, you have,” chimes in the brunette, which causes the blonde to nod in agreement.

I place my bag on the floor in the entrance as I have been told by Annette, the mom with long auburn hair, perky breasts, and an athletic-toned ass to have a seat on the couch. This couch is one of those that wraps around, and I am now sandwiched in between the two women I consider as moms and these four beautiful girls. Angela, the other mom, with her meat where it matters unbuttons her blouse a few buttons and leans back and at an angle to face me. “Okay, this is the deal if you want to have a place to call home.” I make sure to focus in on what she is going to say. “Annette and I assumed you are not gay. Are we right in that assumption?”

“Oh hell no!” was my reply.

“Okay, that is great to know. As you can see you are in a home filled with ladies,” I could feel an annoyance begin to build as this was going to be one of those conversations. “We have had all four of these girls for some time now. They have dated guys from school but wind up breaking up with them because the young men act like fools and have wandering eyes and hands, as you can imagine.” Oh, that is obvious in this house of beauties, what guy wouldn’t want to fuck every last one of them!

“So they have stopped dating guys from school and have asked us and have proven themselves for months in extra duties and whatnot to adopt basically an in-home boyfriend for all four of them.” Has my ears deceived me? Did I hear that correctly? I know I’m fucking dreaming now! She repeats the statement as she notices my confusion. “All four of them will share you as their boyfriend, and this does mean everything that the boyfriend does with a girl. Do you understand?”

I felt the need to put a finger up as in asking a question, but the brunette reiterated what Angela just stated but more bluntly. “Basically, you were adopted to be all four of our free-use fuck toy,” the calmness of how she said that gave my cock a twitch. All were smiling at me playfully and I now had a bulge growing behind my jeans.

“As for Annette and I, we have discussed both amongst each other and the girls that we would like to have some threesomes.” My mind went to seeing them using these girls for that but that couldn’t be why she said that. “You will be that third party, but we need your stamina really up because we are both very sexually aggressive! You have the girls for your training for now, but we also both would like to feel appreciated for taking you in by going down on both of us daily for now. Do you agree to these terms, or should we take you back to the shelter?”

I stood up, unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out, and said, “I am NEVER leaving!”

[bruisedbodyshattereddreams]

Disturbed Girl.

[babysleepyfawn]

and buy me lots of other presents plssss daddy

[yourfavoritebrother]

I really need to be inside my sister. Like I think being inside her would cure me of everything. She's got the most amazing and beautiful ass ever. If she would let me go inside even for just a little bit my life would be complete. I hope u see this sis. PLEASE LET ME CUM INSIDE YOU I BEG YOU FOR ANAL 🙏🙏🙏

[hungdadpdx]

Dad here my weekend, but finally got sometime alone to party and perv out. Anyone wanna chat maybe perv together. About to slam and be super spun. Send me hot vids if local come over and play uncle.

[smut-of-fleshandfiction]

Behind the stories...

When I was growing up (late 80s early-to-mid 90s) I had an aunt that was a lesbian. This always did intrigue me that two women were in a relationship and did...well...you know. Although there never has been a physical attraction to either her or her partner, I do believe that later in life their relationship was always in the back of my mind to some degree.

When I would go visit and play with my cousins, we would venture down into the basement to play, and after some time I would come across some boxes of things that were of a very provocative and sexy nature...thank you to snooping lol. I would come to find over time Playboy/Penthouse magazines, sex toys, lingerie, and more throughout their home.

I do believe that in my mind I was thinking of how lucky my cousins are to grow up with 2 moms! And lesbians too! Lucky fucker! (Random thoughts here and there once puberty struck lol).

I have in my time have been fortunate enough to experience for myself female/female/male sexual encounters. And I use those experiences to help shape my stories. I do just add the little twist of My2Moms to make the stories more interesting and sexy...at least in my opinion. So, that is how I arrived at these Tabu Tales of...

Where you will find all lengths and serials involving a mixture of:

Mom/Stepmom

2 Adoptee Moms

Mom/Aunt

The scenarios are always different for the reasoning for the romp...but...I do hope you do enjoy both my #smut stories on this blog and #captions involving this particular Tabu over on @fleshandfiction-captions

I do LOVE to utilize various other k!nks for the dynamics as well ;)

If you are interested in following I will be using the hashtag #TabuTales for the posts

[babysleepyfawn]

thinking hard about not wearing any underwear when I nap so daddy can use me in my sleep....