All those daddies must be so busy with those needy boys D:. What with jacksons new obsession with grtting his soft, tight hole stretched around big dicks, they must feel so spread thin.
But alsi, what about boy!Boyd? We always see bord as this stalwart defender with a big dick thats made to fuck, which im not complaining about, but what about boyd wanting to get taken care of by those daddies? He’s usually so insecure about it because he’s so big and tall, but when the sheriff calls him his good little girl and he feels those rough, strong hands on him he melts. A boyd that likes to wear soft floral little things and lacy panties for his daddies. He curls up into them, ducking into their shoulders when he sits on the laps because hes so tall, and he moans when they suck on his nipples and rub his big tits. They spill out filth about his luscious, big whore lips when he swallows their dicks. They suck his cock into their mouths so softly, telling him how pretty his big clit is and playing with his hairless little hole at the same time. They whisper to him about how good his sweet pussy tastes, about how he’s a good girl, so pretty spreading his legs for them like he should. And they fuck him on his back, his legs wrapped around them, while they kiss him softly and tell him he’s beautiful and precious and moan at how much they love his body. i think we need more of that kinda boyd lol
yeeessss Nonnie! yeeeessss.
The dresses Boyd wears are probably hand sown because it’s pretty much impossible to find ones that fit him perfectly. Maybe he even does it himself? Has learned it and is sitting at home, those big hands so careful as he makes something pretty.
He shows them off to his daddies. Stands in the doorway, shy and with his head down, heart beating so fast when the Sheriff or Chris or whoever tells him to turn around. To show off his new gorgeous dress.
Boyd feels so excited, it’s almost like he’s going to throw up. His belly tight and his chest too small for all the air he wants to pull in. When he’s excited like that, he can only ever breathe in – never out. And he turns and feels the hem of the dress tickle his thighs, and he hears his daddy’s breath catch, voice low and throaty when he tells him how gorgeous he looks.
“Show me your little cunt, baby girl. You ready for daddy’s cock? I wanna fuck you in that beautiful dress. Get my hands under your skirt and play with your clit and suck on your tits through the fabric. It’s so thin, baby. You gotta be so cold, hm?”
And Boyd would curl his fingers into the hem and lift it up; show off his thick, dark thighs, hard with muscles. Turn around and flip it shyly across his ass when daddy croons encouraging nonsense at him.
He barely manages to crawl into daddy’s lap when he finally gets called over. His knees feel rubbery and he’s a little feint with nervous energy. He just wants to cuddle in against daddy and listen to him coo at him and call him pretty girl and pinch him where it feels very good.
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