â°â⤠â đ áśťáśťáśť my bunny daddyâs little boy â
â⯠24 âś he / it
â°â â¤ďštrans + queer ŕż âď¸

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â°â⤠â đ áśťáśťáśť my bunny daddyâs little boy â
â⯠24 âś he / it
â°â â¤ďštrans + queer ŕż âď¸
Oooh what about a Dark!Daddy!Clark? Maybe he likes a cute little intern at the Daily Planet and he obsesses and manipulates her into ddlg-esk relationship and sheâs none the wiser??
If Iâm not making sense, ignore me, pookie. Iâm glad youâre back!!!!
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pairing: Dark!Clark Kent x Reader
synopsis: You're a nervous intern at the Daily Planet, struggling to keep it together. Clark Kent watches quietly until his protection becomes possession.
warnings: +18, daddy/caretaker dynamic, obsession, infantilization, emotional manipulation, dubcon, shy reader with low self-esteem, age gap, possession, disturbing dynamics, minimal editing, proceed with caution.
word count: 2.3k (one-shot)
It starts small. So subtle that Clark hardly knows heâs doing it in the first place. Youâre just so scattered. Overwhelmed.
Heâs there at the elevator whenever you scramble out of it, carrying all your belongings and two drink carriers full of hot coffee. You rush out a few nervous thank-yous, and your lips part in shock when he grabs the drinks and your heavy workbag too.
Despite your job description, he doesnât like to see you lifting a finger.
When heâs not working, he watches you from across the bullpen while you sit at your cluttered desk. Youâre always in some shade of pastel, a knit cardigan, curly hair adorned with colorful hairpins or bows. Your socks always reach up to your shins, and on the days when youâre the most tired, you donât notice that they arenât matching.
I guess I like dad/son because I need you to force me to let you take care of me. I'm too independent to ask for it, too shy to accept it. I need you to sit me down and make me listen, offer me reassurance that I pretend I don't need, and force me to accept being cared for. I need to be scolded for not asking for help and gently held when I finally admit that I'm afraid or lonely or anything else I won't tell my friends. I need my face to be grabbed, to be forced to meet your eyes while you tell me everything is okay. I can't accept love unless you make me, so get mean if you have to. Do everything you can to make me depend on you and make me scared that if I don't, I'll disappoint you.
talking down to my boy because i can
dad son forced agere
Big fan of body writing. Something about being seen and labelled like an object..
"cum here" above your holes--helpfully labelled with "puppy parts" next to it, so everyone knows what kind of pathetic mutt you are.
Tally marks below that.
"slut". "cocksleeve". "toy". So people know what to refer to you as.
"use me" and "bite me" and the like. It's an open invitation--no need to even ask.
Hearts and stars where I've marked you.
And, right on your chest, "property of owner". Because everyone knows you're mine.
Better be careful puppy, because that's not washing off for a few days. Hope your shirt doesn't ride up too far, or your shorts aren't too short, lest everyone find out what a whore you really are underneath those clothes.
please do not give the puppyboy multiple choices he gets confused and overwhelmed, just pet him and call him a good boy as you decide for him. Please and thank you
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Devoted, obsessive little brother who thinks big bro is a god. Little brother does know what a god is. Creator, loving, caring, always there for you, always answers your prayers. And big bro did all that, and more. Little brother was sure his big brother was a god.
Little bro would sit at big bro's feet while they were in the living room, sitting on a socked foot while wrapped around his leg. Big bro looked even more like a god from this angle.
Big bro starts to notice the specific doting, the offerings of sweets and toys sometimes left on his pillow. It seems cute and silly at first, but he then catches his little brother wearing his clothes, stroking his tiny dick while in his room.
"What are you doing?" big bro asks plainly. The sight before him is, truly too good to be true. His own little brother, moaning for him and jerking off in his clothes.
"I-I'm sorry lord I just... w-wanted to be closer to you," he breaths back, mind clearly still so fogged with lust. His big brother god caught him, saw his devpraved act. He expected a punishment, and was happy to accept it.
Big bro grabbed his brother by the wrist, pulling him up before pushing him down on the bed. He climbed up and sat on his little brother's lap, feeling the wet under him and smiling evily. "You want to be close to god yeah?"
Little brother nods as fast as he can. "Yes yes please god! Please I want us to be one!" His pleads and begs made big bro chuckle, get up, and pull his already wet underwear off. He lined up at his baby bro's wet enterance, looking down at the poor kid he was about to defile just for his own amusement.
Big bro smiles and says "make sure to pray," before forcing his cock into his little brother. Hearing the babbling of made-up prayers as he bottoms out inside. The warmth around his cock, how tight his little brother was, well now he felt like a dumb little believer himself.
Big bro began to thrust gently, praising his disciple for taking him oh so well. A mixture of prayers, thanks, moans, and wet slapping sounds fill the room as big bro start to speed up. He holds his little brother's hips down and slams deep inside him. "Do you love when god uses you?"
"Yes yes yes!!" Little brother chants over and over again as his mind goes blank from all the pain and pleasure dancing inside his body. He feels warmth grow, knowing he's getting close.
Big bro feels his little one tighten under him, and quickly finishes before pulling out. Leaving his little bro a needy, twitching mess leaking cum. "Wh-whu!? Wh-why god? I-I'm so close."
"Lust is a sin, little brother. I caught you lusting alone, how deplorable," he says plainly once again, getting dressed. "Next time you want to be close to god, come ask. And maybe next time you'll get to reach divinity with me." He plants a long, soft kiss on his baby brother's lips before leaving him a flustered cum-filled mess on the bed.
Me when I get called honorifics
purposely getting me to age regress and then violently fucking me while i sob and moan uncontrollably because i donât understand whatâs going on
Mama ><
Me when my owner tries to leave
Bunny boy owner x wolf dog pet
Sweet dad bf that letâs me suck on his thumb when I get anxious. Sweet dad bf thatâs 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 nâhappy.
i love when older men talk to me superrr proper like yes daddy text me as if youâre writing an essay while i send my silly little faces \(^-^)/
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.
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.'