‧꒰ა 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 ໒꒱‧ @seraphimteeth - Tumblr Blog

Posts

ʚ♡ ɞ

hard kink side blog, will likely make it obvious what my main is if I'm reblogging a lot from you

futile attempt at keeping my main in tact

this blog talks about kink between consenting adults.

absolutely no minors, ageless or blank blogs.

abusive-daddy-deactivated201811

Even cute little girls need to be punched in the face now and again.

pishisusul

spread on dad's lap, your favourite cartoon faint in the background, shirt riding up and waistband stretched over his knuckles. two fingers sliding in and out of your special place, slick and hot, a pair of fingers twisting your nipple, thighs supporting all your weight and keeping you steady through your squirms. eyes clenched shut and nothing reaches you but the overwhelming feeling of it, just you and him in your little universe, your nipple released and the same thumb pressing past your lips, the familiar comfort of something to hold on to there. fingers stretch you out inside and it's too much, it's too much dad, he grunts and keeps twisting you like his puppet. the sound of something streaming, wet, warm, drenching his hand in your shorts. he sighs with familiar satisfaction and you cry, feeling dirty, feeling gross, feeling safe with your hands around his arms.

dead-boy-toy

make me thank you for not raping me worse

breedabletransboy

Thinking about being raped and praised at the same time. They force themselves inside me and fuck me in deep slow strokes so that I can feel every inch of their cock. All while telling me that I'm taking them so well. That it's like I was made for them.

kidwound

you find yourself staring at your older sibling's hands a lot lately. fixated on how they hold the steering wheel, how they flex and move while making you breakfast, the agility of their fingers playing guitar.. you're old enough now to know you're shouldn't to think about them the way you do, but you can't help it. those hands raised you, comforted you, loved you. you don't want any other hands on you.. and you've tried. gone out on dates with kids your age, fumbled around in the dark backseat of their mom's car and waited for the familiar flipping feeling in your stomach that never came.

you've been boring a hole into their hand lying between you, which has been occasionally & lazily tapping a rhythm on their thigh as they drive you home from school. before you realize what you're doing you reach out and grab it with both of yours and hold it. they don't have time to react to your strange cradling of their hand before you ask, half dazed, "do you remember when I was a kid how I'd suck my thumb?" they're confused now, eyes flitting between your face and their hand in yours and the road ahead. "uh, sure I do kiddo. why? what-" but they stop short when you take their thumb into your mouth. for a minute there is silence as you move your soft, eager tongue over their knuckle, desperately sucking.

a sharp, "what the fuck is your problem?" pulls you out of your stupor. they yank their thumb from your mouth, spit trailing through the space between you and it, and turn the steering wheel hard to pull over on a side road. your face is hot as they berate you, "what were you thinking? do you know how much trouble I'd be in if we hit something? mom and dad would kill me if we both died in a car crash just because you're a little pervert." you wanted to bite back and defend yourself, but they're already out of the car and slamming their door. you watch them kick the wheel and then approach your door, pulling it open. "get out. get out now." they instruct, but they don't wait for you to move, just grab your arm roughly and yank you out of the car as well. you're marched out to the trees that separate the little road the car is parked on from a playground on the other side... you used to hide in this wooded patch together when you were little and didn't want to go home from the park yet. you wonder if they're going to leave you here and make you walk home.

they stop some paces into the trees and turn to you again, "why would you do that? it's my job to take care of you, stupid fucking kid. do you know how distracting your mouth is?"

the last bit hits you like a brick. "wait, what-"

"no. no shut up. shut up. my turn." they push you down on your knees in front of them and you can feel the cool dampness of the dirt and grass under you start to soak through the thin fabric of your tights. under other circumstances, you'd probably complain that it will leave an obvious and unexplainable stain on your knees, maybe even smack them for getting you dirty. but you don't really care to protest right now, because they're softly trailing their fingers over your lips and guiding your mouth open and it feels surprisingly serene to look up at them from down there, even as they continue to berate you. "don't ever fucking do that again," they're rubbing their index finger over your tongue slowly, not letting you close your mouth. "it's my job to keep you safe" they're pushing two in now, prodding down your throat and pulling your tongue between them. drool is starting to drip down your chin. "if you need it that bad all you had to do was ask, you dumb slut. but you couldn't even manage that could you? your little brain turned off, huh? so needy for something in your mouth that you forget about consequences?" you try to protest, but the noise comes out pathetic and garbled with your mouth obstructed. they push a third finger past your lips now and start a punishing rhythm in and out, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. "I know you think you're really grown up, fooling around with the idiots in your class, but you're out of your depth here, kiddo. I don't care about getting off. this is a lesson. I know what I'm doing. you clearly don't. but that's okay, I can teach you. I'm patient, and I've already waited a long time for you." they pull their drool covered fingers from your mouth and slap you, hard. it catches you by surprise, stinging and sticky. you cough and inhale raggedly now that their assault on your throat has ended as they smear the drool from your chin over your cheeks and lips. when you've caught your breath, they grab your jaw firmly with their spit covered hand and meet your eyes, smiling widely.

"good job, kiddo!" they say in a tone so sweet it makes you uneasy. "that's what happens when you bite off more than you can chew! you choke."

#banished to the side blog bc no one is ready for this level of genius #undeniably the best writing on here

puppygirlberyl

The thing about little sisters is that they just make them so easy to bend over nearby desks, tables and counters. They are seemingly optimized for this.

lilbabybutt

I was trying to fight him off while he was raping me and he said "that's it, get it all out" like I was just a kid throwing a tantrum.

devoutdaughter

you weren't trying to be a pervert. it's just that you'd never heard noises like that from their room before. and it's not like you were trying to listen or anything, the noise is just a reality of sharing a wall. you don't notice most of it, the sounds become a familiar rhythm in the background. but this was different, which is what made it cut through the filtered out background buzz. and now you're standing frozen in the doorway that you silently cracked open, watching your big sib pump their fingers in and out of someone you've never seen before. her face is twisted up almost like she's in pain and she's whimpering quietly under the hand they have clamped over her mouth. their eyes keep flitting back and forth from her face, to their fingers between her legs, and back again. they're smiling and cooing at her, "hear how fucking wet you are baby? even when you stay quiet your body can't." something about the quality of their voice and the wet sounds of their fingers fucking into her makes your stomach flip. your knees buckle a little and you lower yourself to the ground to sit with your feet tucked under you, still watching, still listening.

they keep talking and it's making your head spin, telling her how pretty she looks spread out for them like this, how good she's being, how tight she's squeezing their fingers. you're shifting back and forth where you sit, your heel putting pressure between your legs in a spot that feels hot and insistent. they start murmuring more as the girl starts squirming, whining like a dog, her eyes now wide open and looking intently at them. "aw are you close baby? if I let you speak are you going to be good?" she nods quickly and they remove the hand from her face. "please.. please can I please it's too much please-" her desperate ramble gets cut off sharply, "please what? I want a full sentence kiddo." oh. that word made you gasp a little. that was how they always referred to you. your head was all fuzzy but there was something in there that felt.. possessive. that was yours. who was this person?

you came back to earth and heard her again, low and growly, "please can I cum on your fingers daddy?" your heart jumped into your throat and you wanted to cry out. the movement of your hips got more erratic, was this how the girl was feeling? this warm kind of urgency? is that why she was saying all this stuff? you had the feeling that if they were hovering over and prompting you that way, that you'd say anything to keep this feeling in your tummy growing bigger. it felt like your insides were expanding and going to burst, but it was a pleasant kind of ache. new and strange, like the time you accidentally drank alcohol on new years thinking it was apple cider and it made your head felt too big and floaty. they had been with you that night. taken you up to bed, helped you out of your party clothes and into a nightgown. promised not to tell your parents. their hands were so warm on your skin. would they feel that warm inside you too?

the girl started stammering now, but they seemed to only get more steady the less she was. they kept moving their hand at the same pace and shushing her softly, in a manner not unlike how they would you soothe you back to sleep after a nightmare. "please.. please daddy. I can't hold it." she croaked out. they smiled softly and said, "yes baby, you can cum. cum on your dad's fingers now kiddo." the girl started crying and whining before they finished talking. the words tipped something over inside you too, it almost felt like you were going to pee yourself. terrified that the feeling was going to make you cry, you put your thumb in your mouth and screwed your eyes up hard, rubbing against your heel and praying you don't make a mess. the last thing they said echoing in your head, "cum on your dad's fingers now kiddo." is that was this is, cumming? there were too many feelings to pull apart inside. imaging them saying it to you, the good feeling in your stomach and between your legs, the confusion, the anger at whoever this girl was that they were calling kiddo instead of you.

you opened your eyes slightly as the feeling subsided. you felt shaky like after you'd thrown up. lighter, but sort of dizzy. and then your heart stopped. they were looking right at you. sitting on your heel, soaking through your little tights, thumb still stuck in your mouth, pink faced and peering through the crack in the door from the hall carpet. the girl's head was turned away and she was still crying softly, she probably hadn't noticed. but they did. and they were smiling at you.

#nvm throwing this on the side blog bc I'm a coward

honeyroots

bouncing on it daughter style

your brother loves you so much they'll do anything you want. yes they'll fuck you. it doesn't matter how wrong and weird it is. if you whine and beg and give them big puppy eyes and keep tugging at their belt no matter how much they say no, eventually they'll give in. eventually how desperate you are is going to start making them hard and you'll know you can take what you need from them.

#fauxcest #big bro/little sis #sibcest #sibcon #cnc