🌸🧸bebop🧸🌸

Im anything you want me to be <3

[bebopmeep]

Daddy’s favorite name to call me is “little one”, and oh how it makes me go insane!!

(suggestive)

* — * — * — * — * — * — * — * — * — * — * — *

* — * — * — * — * — * — * — * — * — * — * — *

- you wake up in his arms. Your brain and body still cloaked with sleep, instinctively you brush yourself against his body, slightly rolling your hips back onto his lower half. little coos escape your mouth, your body feels so tingly. You thought how comfy you are in daddy’s arms, so safe, yet so wet. You try moving to get out of bed, but his hand pulls you closer by the tummy. Coming to your senses you hear daddy’s low voice whisper in your ear, “where do you think you’re going, little one?” Without thought a whine runs from your lips, a subtle protest. Daddy can’t see you like this, not when you feel so tingly. You try turning your head but daddy has other plans, his hand finds your throat. His other runs across the back of your leg and lifts it…now there seems to be butterflies in your tummy. You tilt your head back and crane your neck to meet his gaze. His eyes low, filled with sleep and something much darker. “your little brain and body doesn’t know how to feel when you’re this close to me, little one.” his words are like water running through the fresh desert of your mind, refreshing whats his; he sometimes has to remind you who is in control. Your hips buck back causing your ass to brush against his cock. Daddy feels so big, his touch feels so good; daddy is so intoxicating…this is gonna be a long morning.

* — * — * — * — * — * — * — * — * — * — * — *

Yippe! I attempted to write something again, I hope you enjoy. Lwk may start taking requests… 🌸

..bebop..

[slaybey]

[connorrhea]

[tenderforyou]

[fairycosmos]

loneliness really does advance and strengthen like once it makes a home in you it's so hard to feel like your place is with others and it's so easy to get out of practice at sharing who you are because by that point being on your own is an integral aspect of your existence and there's just no way to explain that to anybody

[1ovemoney]

[yourlocalsexylibraaaa]

[10-3-1988]

[mzthuggr]

[nemipisna2]

[flustered-muttgirl]

not brat breaking. not brat taming. brat fostering.

brat fostering the ‘people pleaser who received inconsistently extreme reactions throughout their childhood’ sub.

i am going to encourage you so so much. i’ll give you preknown options to brat that have zero chances of actually annoying me. i’m going to coax out the quip stuck in your throat. i’m going to pavlov you into an arrogant little bitch who stands up for themself.

like yes baby i’m going to tell you exactly when i’m mad so you don’t need to walk on egg shells. mhm i’m going to list exactly what you did wrong. nope, you will not wait days for a punishment, i know you’d worry yourself into a spiral, no bitch of mine is going to worry they’re going to be blindsided at any moment, only some of the moments. i promise i won’t twist your words and will always give you a chance to explain or, preferably, back talk. you never need to apologize after i’ve dealt with you.

i’m going to give you the consistency you never had. slut.

[farawaywiththefairies]

fauxcest because i'm terrified of intimacy and i need someone to be as gentle and comforting and loving with me as a father is with his frightened daughter

[jussanother]

[babybels812]

I agree

[bebopmeep]

- smexy content

The concept of daddy pushing all the right buttons, turning your brain into mush <3

*•* *•* *•* *•* *•* *•* *•* *•* *•* *•* *•* *•* *•* *•* *•* *•*

“nghhh…da-daddy” you moan. He has you in missonary, your legs resting gently upon his shoulders, toes already curling. His hands, so huge (you always loved how big, hairy and rough daddy’s hands were) found their place behind your neck for support. “Doing so good for me, sweetie” he whispers in the low soothing tone that always made you shiver. Daddy is much bigger compared to you, he makes you seem so small, you think to yourself.

He slowly, almost painfully, pushes himself into your tight soaping cunt. “love it…love you…n-need daddy. I need m-more, want more daddy” you babble. It didn’t take much for your thoughts to begin over-piling from pleasure, eventually overflowing from your brain. He maintains the soft penetrating pace, making sure you feel every inch of him. And then abruptly his hips slam into your cunt, balls deep; bottoming you out. Good thing daddy knows how to anchor you. “Tsk…that ain’t how you ask daddy sweetie, check yourself pumpkin” he warns quietly in your ear, despite your loud, almost pornographic, moans. Daddy’s cock is so big…that’s all you could think…until he snapped his hips again. Drawing a loud whine from you, your hands grasp his forearms for support. “Sorry…sir. So sorry, wasn’t t-thinking” you whine. He doesn’t move yet, his thick fat cock still deep in your cunt. Daddy knew that if he kept you there you’d have no choice but to respond. You craved pleasure, craved his touch…his praise…his guidance, his every word.

“Now…” he gently presses all his weight onto you, making sure you’re still comfortable, leans down to kiss your cheek and ear. “…tell daddy something princess” he slightly pulls his hips up, “you want daddy to make that little brain go dumb? Hmm, you need daddy to take care of you little girl?” And he presses his cock back into you. All you could do was whine and cry; you felt so good, your body responded for you. “Use your words, you’re a big girl, honey” tears prickle from your eye. You shake your head no, you couldn’t find the words….what was daddy saying…daddy is making me feel so full, you thought. He removes his right hand from behind your neck to grab your cheeks, softly squeezing them, causing your eyes to align with his. Your mind runs blank…this may take awhile.

*•* *•* *•* *•* *•* *•* *•* *•* *•* *•* *•* *•* *•* *•* *•* *•*

Agh!! FIRST time writing smexy content. Enjoy :)

..bebop..

[bebopmeep]

The concept of daddy/father figure noticing you liking him…in a way that is naughty…

* <3 * * <3 * * <3 * * <3 * * <3 * * <3 * * <3 * * <3 * * <3 *

You can decide how this situation began, but let’s say he first picked up on the slight change in eye contact…he, already being aware of your innocence, saw how you batted your eyelashes whenever he called “sweetie” or “sweetheart”. He’d watch the heat creep onto your face only to have it stripped away whenever he snapped you back to reality…he was toying with you…learning you…breaking you.

Then came the subtle changes in attire. You were one to be expressive, your fashion aesthetic could maybe even be considered bimbo and little (which was a subtle nod to your subconscious desire to attract him), and damn was he aware. Since the day he laid his piercing, soul searching, eyes upon you, he knew you’d be his. In one instance you decided to wear a tiny skirt (depending on what you consider tiny) paired with a cute shirt, one that made your boobs sit nice and pretty!! You’d go up to him to spark convo, and the entire time you twiddled with your necklace drawing his attention to your chest. You both shoot some dialogue, maintaining your “supposed” naiveness you begin rambling off about the topic at hand, but you could feel his eyes…you could always feel his presence ( kudos to him toying and teasing you ). As you begin zoning off into the topic his eyes never leave yours, they never leave your chest. Snapping back into reality you realize you were rambling, only to lock eyes with him…butterflies flutter abruptly into your tummy…causing you to stutter. “What were you saying sweetie…lost ya there for a minute” he says, “hm, what…? Oh, sorry sir. As I was saying…” you finish, blush consumes your cheeks. Your eyes dart everywhere but his, and a slick, yet gentle smile curves upon his lips.

* <3 * * <3 * * <3 * * <3 * * <3 * * <3 * * <3 * * <3 * * <3 *

Agghhh!! Idk, that’s all I got. But….the concept of a daddy knowing of your unchartered feelings for him and manipulating it for his personal benefit, ughhhhh!! Give it to me neow!!

P.S

This is my FIRST ever post, so it’s bare minimum 🙏

..bebop..

[slaybey]

RENAISSANCE