rape me because you love me. rape me because i look so pretty and you just have to have me. rape me because you need me. rape me because you can't stand not being inside me another second. rape me because you can't live without me. rape me because you need me to stay forever. rape me because you wanna make me cum over and over, even when i'm begging you to stop. rape me because you're obsessed with me. rape me because i'm your dream girl. rape me because you think we're soulmates. rape me because you love me <3
daughter who's so so proud of being her dad's little girl. daughter who is so obsessed with and in love with her daddy. daughter who really thinks her daddy hung the moon and the stars in the sky.
i’m soo obsessed with the idea of chrollo trying to convince illumi that her father is abusing her and she pulls out the “you’re just jealous because you never had a father”
“A solo mission?” Kikyo asked incredulously, “Absolutely not.”
Illumi wasn’t surprised. Kalluto had been ready to go on their first solo mission for a good two and a half years. Father was just putting off the inevitable argument that would come with the suggestion for as long as possible. It was getting ridiculous at this point.
There were a few more words spoken before Kikyo stormed away, but Illumi tuned them out as she did with most things her mother said. She and Silva exchanged a look, exasperated, before he walked off too leaving Illumi behind with a crestfallen Kalluto.
She sighed, laying a hand on their shoulder. “Would you like to go on a solo mission, Kalluto?”
Kalluto bit their lip, “I mean, I feel ready…” They said quietly.
For a moment they both stood there silently before Illumi’s eyes narrowed in resolution. “I’ll talk to Daddy.”
“We aren’t doing this Illumi.” Silva said gruffly. Illumi was already getting on her knees.
“Do you have a hair tie?” She asked, her fingers working at the drawstring of his pants. Silva’s jaw tightened and he let out a long breath through his teeth. He placed a hand on Illumi’s head, and she looked up at him expectantly. “Fuck…” He sighed. He could already feel himself starting to get hard.
“I’ll hold your hair back.”
Illumi’s squinted in satisfaction and it made Silva want to smack her, but before he got the chance she wrapped her hand around his length. He groaned low in his throat and gathered her hair into his hand, pulling it away from her face.
“You better make this quick.”
Silva couldn’t see, but he could tell Illumi was smiling. Or at least that little ghost of a smile she does. He really wanted to smack her now. Her full lips wrapped around his tip and he thrusted forward without warning. She didn’t react of course.
He looked down at her as she worked. He remembered how much she hated doing this as a child. She never complained, but he could tell. Now she could take all of him easily. Part of him, the part he usually tried to ignore, preferred to watch her struggle.
It didn’t take long before she was swallowing around him, her throat constricting as he groaned and pulled her hair. He held her there for a moment, her nose pressed against his hips, before finally letting her pull back for air. Her lips were swollen and her face was flushed. Even as she knelt he was powerless before her.
“So?” Illumi asked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Silva huffed. After a pause he looked away. “I’ll talk to your mother.” He pulled her to her feet and she turned to leave, smiling again.
“Illumi,” He called after her. She turned over her shoulder coyly. “You aren’t off the hook for this, young lady.” He said sternly.
Illumi just laughed. She’d gotten what she wanted.
dad calling you and himself "empy nesters" after the last of your siblings move out. moving into dad's room because the house feels too quiet now with just the two of you. dad who never laid a hand on you or any of your siblings, suddenly changing up when it's just you alone with him. dad making you promise you'll never leave him like mom and the others while he works his cock inside of you. having your first orgasm on his cock while you cry and promise you're his girl.
the father is inherently above the daughter in terms of power dynamic, societal and nuclear authority, but the father simultaneously worships the daughter to a degree, kneels to her as an angel, something softer and lovelier and more precious than he, to be coveted, and thus the father-daughter dynamic to me is both wonderfully unbalanced and yet divinely balanced all at once
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