#dadxdaughter

[alsoknownas-aka]

18+ mdni!

╰┈➤ cw: incest, dad x daughter trope, public sex? Exhibitionism? taboo shit, the thrill of getting caught.

"quiet." Your dad rumbled order hits through your ear, hips pinned to your doughy ass as he have you pinned onto the kitchen aisle. He's already buried deep into your sopping cunny, trail of drool running down your chin as he stuff his fingers into your mouth. "another sound, and i'll spank those ass of yours."

He didnt even move. He's just there, thick and throbbing into your gummy walls. You tried to drag your ass up and down, but he pinned you harder, a hand wrapped around the back of your neck and another spread one of your ass cheek to watch how your asshole puckered and clenching around nothing.

The day was supposed to be some kind of gathering, someone's house, backyard was loud, bbq party or something like that. But your dad just cant hold the need to fuck you for a day because he's extremely tempted by the way you dress up pretty for everyone, all soft smile and soft looking, he's so used to seeing you wrecked under him. So he's on a mission to do just that.

Now you two currently at it. Where someone could just walk into the scene, a father and daughter fucking, your skirt bunched around your waist, his cock snug into your cunny. Imagine the terror, the scandal, the sheer taboo of it. But you're too fucked in the head to even think about it.

He's simply just humping you, quick thrusts of slick-slick-slick as he kept his cock connected to your velvety walls, greedily gripping him. "you do look prettier being under me." And all you can do was just let out a series of 'huft-' and 'o-ohh'. Whining and whimpering.

The hand on your asscheek shift to curled under the front of your clit, and you spread your legs wide for him, pad of rough fingers circling onto your little button. "dad- hah- please-" you beg, and he felt the way you tighten around him. "yeah yeah. go on. cum around me."

You dont waste time. Squirting around his cock as he's quick to muffled your moan with his thick palm, mumbled 'hmpfh...' came out of your throat as he help you came down your high. And he follow along to take out his load with a low groan into your ear. Thick load of cum filling your womb.

Then he's pulling out, stuffing his oozing cum back inside your cunny with his finger, tucking himself, pulling your panties back up as he help you straighten your dress, tucking your sticking out hair onto the back of your ear as he lean down to peck you on the lips. "c'mon, bbq's waiting." A hand rest over the back of you, just up over your ass but he cant resist to grab a squeeze of the softness. Your panties screwn from the roughness of his hold.

Let's just hope someone would clean up the spill you two make, and think it's just water.

characters im kinda seeing with this scenario:

leon (resident evil), toji (jjk), benimaru (fire force), todoroki enji (mha), and your favourite ♡

a/n: goddamn, i love incest. 😞 pls req me something y'all. And also, i dont understand why my blog sometimes doesn't come up in tags? Can someone help?

[mimisaye]

I want to be fucked by my father while my mother masturbates so bad ≽^•༚• ྀིྀ≼

[sweethomecalifornia]

getting daddy drunk and riding him when hes blacked out

he might act like he'd never fuck his precious little princess, but when he's drunk his hips bucking up into his daughters wet pussy don't lie

[mimisaye]

I have so many dark, problematic and misogynistic fetishes that I don't think I would even tell them to a partner

[alsoknownas-aka]

Hi! If you’re taking requests, dad comes home to daughter playing with herself, moaning daddy, and he cannot hold himself back anymore from eating her out until she cums. Maybe he humps the bed as well because he’s so turned on and cums like that. Thanks (/.\)

let's get into it, dad's lovers!!! (me) 😛

18+ mdni!

╰┈➤ cw: incest, dad x daughter, cunnilingus ofc 😏, getting caught 😫😫😫, icky dad.... Yes. rushed writing, beware of typo and shit grammars.

A nightmare.

Being caught by your own dad diddling yourself were no joke. It was a shame where you'll be wanting to bury yourself alive.

But here you were, have no self control, laying flat on your stomach by the bed, grinding on some pillow, hand reaching down your body to circle your clit, face pressed press onto anotherpillow, legs spread wide as you fuck your wet cunny with two fingers pushing in and out where it had you huffing and puffing like you're in some heat.

"Dad- huff- daddy..." you mumble to yourself, hips moving to hopelessly grind over to pillow for some kind of release. But it's never enough, dont know why, but you cant come. You never did. "Please- pleaseplease.. dad-" a gasp came out your mouth as you tried to push your fingers deeper, only to be met with a desperate whine as you just settle on thrusting your fingers like you're trying to wreck yourself.

Unknowingly, dad was watching from the crack of your door. Just back from his work, getting out his work suit, but suspicious sounds came out from your room got his attention and he found this... explicit view.

His eyes were wide and jaw hanging open. The sight of you, those little fingers going in and out your cunny, the way you grind over that pillow, calling out his name like you need him, really need him to be there, make his body vibrate as he cant take his eyes off of you.

He cant stop, frozen in the spot, like it was a blessing, or a curse to see you in such state. He doesn't know but his body act before his mind could react first.

He should've just walk away, left you to your little 'session', acting like nothing happened, like a father should've act. But he was rock hard in the pants, eyes tracing over the wetness coating your fingers, the sounds of your whimpers and whines were sin that burn his ear.

The sound of the door creaking open hits your ear and you immediately scramble to grip onto some blanket, tugging it to cover yourself, and there's him, stood there, menacing. "Dad-" you choke out, trying to sit up and grasping the situation where the blood on your face instantly drained. Heat of shame and embarassment instantly took over, and you shift your eyes down like you cant look him in the eyes.

But he cant keep his eyes away from you. He'd seen it, under that blanket, was the very secret of his daughter, one where he shouldn't have carved, but the instinct just took over.

"It's not-" you stop, loss for words. Because whatever you trying to point out, it'll be useless, by your dad, to make it worse. Biting down your lower lip as you clutch the blanket to your chest.

"This what my daughter been doing?" he sounds disappointed, if not turned on. But you're too caught up with the shame, keeping your eyes down. "touching herself, where anyone could've caught you?" he doesn't refer on the anyone being only him. He's kinda grateful that it's him, the one who caught his own daughter.

He step close to the edge of the bed, where you look up at him, eyebrows furrowed together, looking scared. "Lay back." he order, sees the way your eyes widen in confusion. So he just crawl over the bed, hand reaching over for the blanket, not tugging, yet. "Lay back and let dad do it."

He sigh, low and heavy. Looking over at you, sympatic and hungry. Because the next step he'll be taking, was something that'll shift the balance of their relationship.

"Dad!" you felt like dying from embarassment, but it doesn't stop as he tug you from the ankle to make your body slip down the bed, quick to spreads your legs wide, where there's the feast he hungrily took, all wet and sopping for him. "Wait- dad-" you're late by second.

You froze. Is this a dream? Your own dad... Wanting to show you how to do it? No, that could'nt be possible. But as you're too deep in thoughts, he's already tugging the blanket down, revealing your body in all it glory as you yelp.

He didnt just stop on tasting, he's eating you out. Slurping your wetness with kisses to the inside of your thigh, your legs quiver. "Hold on-" but then, he's sucking on your clit and your head jerked back. Mouth forming an 'O', a button in your head just turned off, fingers hastily tugging over his strands for some kind of hold.

When you felt his tongue taking a longggg drag of your cunny from the bottom of your ass and upp to your clit. A sharp gasp escaping your mouth like you've been struck on something. It felt different, so different from your fingers.

Dad was struck into the role that he start to hump his painful bulge into the cushion of the bed. Hips jerking for some kind of release. Everything was so lewd, so wrong, but he couldn't care less, because he got to see you trembling into his mouth as those soft 'ughh-' and 'ah!' came out your lips like the sweetest melody for his ears.

He was rough with it, lewd sound of slurp-slurp, his tongue diving into the velvety walls of your cunny as the tip of his nose rub over your clit. Everything was too much, yet it's what you always need.

Something's coming. You felt it. So your hips start to wriggle around, like you're trying to free yourself. But he kept you in hold, just keep devouring you, feasting on you, tongue working nonstop as some trace of wetness were dripping down his chin.

"wanna pee- i wanna pee dad-" the alarm in your tone didnt quiver him, he just slurp over your cunny as he took a look at your fucked out face, "yeah? Pee all over dad's face then."

And you did, came so hard that a pathetic sound of mixed whimper and whine came from your throat, squirting all over his face where he kept his mouth intact to your clit, sucking every nectar and bit coming out of you. Tongue kept on working to clean everything, even as you came down your high, shivering and trembling from the sheer pleasure.

And after he clean up every bit, every place left un-clean. He slowly sit up, letting go of your legs as it kept spread for his eyes to check out your cunny, where you're splayed out the bed, exhausted and sated, body still jerking like you're sensitive.

It doesn't take much as he's spurting out cum through his pants, groaning into your pussy, yet he didnt stop his assault on your cunny, the sweetest thing he'd ever taste through his whole life, came from his own daughter.

And dad felt the need to taste some more.

So he took your limp legs into his hold, folding your legs up as the knees touch your shoulders, you barely catch your breath, and he already have his bulge grinding through your cunny, felt the friction of his rock hard rubbing into your pussy, and it's the most delectable thing he'd ever felt.

"Dad's wanna show you something else."

It felt like a promise. One where you surely cant run away. Because you could've look at this situation as a blessing or a curse, and it still work out cause it's your dad. ​

a/n: man im having the same situation like this. NOT THE WHOLE SCENARIO but like- my dad had to sleep out the living room with me and when he sleep, i had to diddle myself out, blanket thrown over my body, i was so sure he's asleep, then he woke up, to pee. I just look at him walking to the bathroom and had to stop right away 😭😭 man i think he's oblivious, i hope so. Fuck.

[alsoknownas-aka]

18+ mdni!

cw: incest, dad x daughter, a very red flag dad 😀, icky dad, first time? Touchy touchy 🤗

Dad that plays rough with her daughter because he's training her. Throwing you around, pushing you from the back, locking his arm around your neck, literally wrestling and he's not even a professional because he wanted to and you cant help but take it all and adapt. Even mom was concerned on how his husband play around with his daughter, but dad just shruggs her off with "chill out, it's for her own good" and a smile on his face. Little did mom know, the 'training' was for his own selfish purpose.

He wants to defile his own daughter. Because he thinks he should be the first, and the last that'll ever take her. No boys, no men were good enough for her, he knows what she's capable with, and he'll make sure she knows it too. So when the first time he strike on the next plan after the 'training', he got her sitting in his lap with a pat of his thigh, "c'mere, dad's wanna talk to you bout somethin'"

Something's fishy, you caught it, but you're not aware of the real plan because you just thought 'oh, it's one of dad's another trick'.

So you sat yourself between his thighs, and dad's hands move, you immediately react. "Not today dad, im tired of playing." he chuckle, looking down at you with those familiar warmth in his eyes, "what? I just wanna touch your hair." you physically scoff, "as if i ever believe that." a smirk pulled taut over the string of his lips, then he gently twirl his fingers over your strands, "but you got the reflect. Gotta give yourself some credit for that." your eyes immediately rolled at his words.

His eyes trailed down the nape of your neck, heated and burning, tracing the curve of your shoulders, cupping the back of your head with his palm, and it's comical how big he is than the size of you.

He prepared you for the fight, the brute, the wrestle, but he doesn't prepare you for this. The gentle of his touch, the way his thumb trace over your ear, down to the very line of your jaw. That's why your defense were wide open for him. Like a little doll getting picked up and given some love.

But his love was everything but innocent.

He lean down, dragging your body close with his other hand so your back would press with the hardness of his chest, face just inches away from your nape, breathing your scent in like he couldn't hold himself back no more.

"You trust me, right?" he ask out of nowhere, making you shift your head to look back at him, where he's already looking you dead in the eyes. "Of course." god, you're so oblivious. So innocent. So ripe for the pluck that he's going to do, but first, he gotta examinized that agonizingly, mouth-watering forbidden fruit.

His other hand resting on your knees start move, up to the thick of your thigh as he grab a feel of it, his lips start to press feather light kiss over the line of hair on the back of your head, his fingers traveled up as it reach the curve of your hip, where he start to dip in the valley of your front, going straight to the place he aim for.

His touches bring such goosebumps into your skin, "dad-" the anxious of your voice calling him out was palpable, but he's quick to coos you up with a 'shh...' "dont worry. It's just me. Just your dad." then he's tipping your chin up as he press his lips against yours in the very words of soft and gentle. Breathing into your mouth as he kept his eyes open where yours were wide, strucked. But you didnt pull away. That's a first.

Pulling back to give you a second to breath, he lean in to give you another kiss. More present, more...purpose. And when he felt the tense in you slowly ease, he breath into your mouth, a hand cupping over the side of your chin so he got full control, biting the low of your lip. "Let your tongue out f'me." and you did. Stucking your tongue out as he kiss and lick over it. It's too easy, you're making this so easy. And he'll take full advantage of it.

The hand on your front had been tracing the curve of your cunny through your pants, spreading your leg for just a bit so he could press a finger through the spot of your little clit. And he felt you jerk as he start to circle it. A huff of whine came out your throat while he kept his tongue twirl together with yours, drools mixing together.

"Good girlll.... There's my good girl.." he rumbled, voice deep and rough as it laced with lust and hunger. Shoving his tongue down your throat as you whimper in his mouth, trying to clumsily keep up, your legs twitches as he kept his fingers pressed and circle over your clit. And you already look fucked out of it before he even properly fuck you.

His little daughter. So cute. So precious. So adorable. You really are made only for him. And he'll kept it that way till the very end till he die. You'll only need him, and only him.

a/n: more dad content yay!!! 🎉🎉🎉 wanna get touched by dad. 😞 who wnna touch me damn...

[alsoknownas-aka]

18+

╰┈➤ incest, dad x daughter, noncon (rape), miscommunication, happy ending 🥰

Dad's been wanting to talk to you. He does, but everytime he did, the words just didnt come out. You'll be giving him those oblivious, innocent face as he shrugg you off with a "nevermind", biting the inside of his cheek.

He could never forget the time he'd mistaken and took you in your sleep. He'd been drunk, wasted to the brink, came back from the pub and crawling over to the bed where his wife would've been. But unknowingly, it's yours.

By the next morning, he'd woken up with hungover and head throb that literally rings around his brain. Blinking the sleep away, he look over to the side where you're still deep in sleep, but your sleep shorts had slips to your knees and some white residue he recognize so well got the blood in his face drained in instant.

God, thinking about it bring back the food in his stomach welling up around his throat. So he tried to act casual, act like nothing had happened but the guilt, the guilt of it was heavy, carried just behind his shadow. That's why he cant look at you in the eyes anymore. Not like this.

But you. You were a daddy's girl back then. Always looking up towards dad and wanting his attention. But then, he started to get busy, and suddenly, you cant play with him anymore. You miss him. Missed the weekend movie where you'll be sitting on his lap, missed his cooking when mom would be out for the night, missed his joke where you'll be cackling and getting tickled to death. You miss him so much.

That's why when that night came where he suddenly crawling over your bed, you could'nt have been more happier. Maybe a bit scared when he start to slip your shorts down your knees, but his lips on yours were so sweet and gentle that you just yield. Letting him take what he want because he finally got his attention on you again.

But no, he's avoiding you again. You noticed how he cant look at you in the eyes, how he always got the words stuck in his throat when he called your names for nothing. It got you sad. Why cant you two be like old times? Where did it goes wrong?

Dad had came back from work, nursing beers down his throat as he drift off to sleep on the couch. You stood over him, watching him in slumber state. Eyes tracing over that face of his, his hardening eyebrows even in sleep, the harsh stubbles like he doesn't really shave these days, the weary wrinkles on the line of his face. God you miss him, cant he acknowledge you for once? You're his daughter, for fuck sake.

You kneel down onto his crotch, eyes drifting back up at his face to make sure he's still deep in sleep, hands start to work on it's purpose, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. And there's the bulge of his cock just hidden beneath his boxer, your eyes widen at the sight of it cause it's your first time seeing his thing this close.

Slowly taking his cock out, you watch as it limp over your hand. Soft and meaty. And a smile pulled on your lips, awe-struck on the sight of your dad's cock before you. Leaning in closer, taking a sniff of his musk, the scent of him instantly filling your scent, and it was delicious. You shyly peck at his tip, but his cock suddenly twitch like it's alive. Even his cock recognize you better than himself.

It didnt take long as you start to gobble his cock in your mouth, sucking onto his tip, twirling your tongue around as saliva coat his shaft, fingers lazily playing with his balls, his cock start to harden and harden from your assault, striking a sense of pride, knowing you did that. It's fair like this, right?

Dad was wincing in his sleep. Breath heavy and thighs twitching like he cant keep it still. The feeling of your mouth sucking him off start to pull him off his slumber, and he felt himself getting close to that orgasm. But his eyes suddenly opened, and he immediately look down where there's you, mouth full from his cock, looking back up at him with half-lidded eyes and tears welling up the corner of your eyes.

"What are you-" he's quick to grab a hold of your hair and pulled you back where his hard cock popped out your mouth with leaking pre-cum and slicked of your saliva. You felt like you're held hostage, you thought when he woke up, he'll be happy to see you trying to crack the tension between you two by sucking his cock in his sleep. But what you see were the terror in his face, and emotions were quick to catch up as tears runs down your face.

"Dad..." And he immediately take his hand away from your hair like it burn "shit- sorry. Im sorry." he mutter under his breath, eyes going down to the very evidence of a crime. Cock rock hard and the slick of your saliva coating him, a displease groan slip out his throat as shame coursing through his veins. Trying to steady his breath where he took his eyes back to you.

And you were crying. Choking on your breath and shaken by emotions taking course of your body. And he felf his heart tug. He never want to see you cry, and seeing you did because of him, it crush his heart to very bit. Maybe this is the right time to talk everything out. To straighten the things going on between the two of you. And seeing you so devastated there on the floor, he cant spare no time to left you like that.

So he lift you up to sit on his lap, your legs bracketing around his thighs, head tilted up to look over you dad as he wipe the tears away with his thumbs, "shh... Dont cry. It's okay." he mumble the words out in deep, gentle tone. But the tears still doesn't go away, one of his thumb move over to smooth out your furrowed eyebrows.

"Im sorry." the way you whisper, like a skittish animal asking for help being in a bear trap, god he cant see you like this. "Are you mad?" he could sense the pure fear in your question, and he quickly shook his head, "no, baby. Im not mad. Never at you." because it was him. The source of the problem was him.

He peck at your cheek as he took a closer look at your puffy eyes. His daughter. It's been a while since he took a close look at you. "It's fine. We're okay." he cant waste another time because he needs to explain that this is not fine.

So he gulp down and open his mouth. But you cut him off with those soft, whispery admission. "I love you, dad." it took his breath away. Everything just turned off. Because he knows it's not a simple daughter saying 'love' to her dad because she is. This is different. This is... Forbidden.

"I love you." you repeat once again, and everything just broke. Because how could he? You just sound so genuine, so innocent at the way you say you 'love' him like that. So he froze. And you stare back at him, puffy eyes and tears down, "please dont leave me." and you drop your head to his shoulder, pressing your body into him and sniff onto the scent of him.

Oh, he cant. Does he even want to make this right? With you being on his lap, confessing your love to him, his cock still rock hard as it graze over the curves of your ass. Can he really make this out? So he dont. Not with the way you said that you'll be leaving him after this because he surely wont.

He wrapped his arms around your body and crush you to his chest, burying his face into the top of your head, "love you too, darling. Im not going anywhere." fuck everything. His daughter needs him. Even if he's surely going to hell after this. "I love you baby. Love you so much."

he's going to make this right, with loving you back. Kissing the crown of your head as he kept an arm around your waist, his kisses trailed down your cheek and to your neck, while his other arm ventured down your side, where it rest on the pillowy of your asscheek as he roughly squeeze on the meat.

Besides the shame and the guilt he carried, there's something he tries to cover deep beneath. The forbidden attraction because he still remember the feels of your walls gripping him like you're afraid he'll be pulling out, leaving you alone.

Well, now he wont. He'll make sure of that. Dad will make sure you dont have to feel the fear of getting leave behind again. He'd done that before, and he wont make the mistake twice.​

a/n: dunno why, but this is kinda silly for me 😔😔 this felt more like a writing practice, dont mind me posting them, other drafts wasnt finished yet. 🙂‍↕️

[alsoknownas-aka]

18+ mdni!

╰┈➤ tw: incest, dad x daughter, abusive childhood mentioned, power dynamic, god im so bad with warning.

What about... A daughter that grows up abused in childhood but as years passed, dad started to be gentle with her because 'he doesn't do it anymore.'

It got you feeling... weird. Unfamiliar. Whenever he start to raise his hand and thought he's gonna hit you again, then it's a head pat and you're left thrilled, and confused. A hand on your back when he's trying to help you with something but it got you stilled like a statue. Tried to hug you but it got awkward and eventually, you just stood there doing nothing.

You're not familiar with this game. Your body gotten used to slaps, hits, getting dragged away, so being suddenly treated like this... only got you anxious.

So you avoid him, talk when you need to talk, does what you had to do, and keep the thought inside your head. But dad noticed, he always did.

He tries to talk you out, slowly, gently at first, no reaction, you're miles away, yet he's unaware that you're very much present but you just dont want to make a scene. But you did, words coming out with silent pain and hatred, "dont act like that, you disgust me." and eventually, the color in your face drained as you realize what you just blurted out.

Dad didnt even flinch, but he kept his gaze on you, eyes wide and lips shut tight. That words, that tone, it strike a thing inside him. Even after he tried to be gentle with you, you're not giving him chances.

So when he got you layed to the side, an arm hooking around your neck, cutting your supply of breath, him moving behind you with a frantic thrusts of his cock sliding in and out your cunny with rough movements, you surrendered.

"Im sorry baby, im so sorry." he breath the words out, slinging an arm to one of your leg, spreading you wide open so he could thrust deeper into your velvety walls, balls disgustingly hits your skin in each push. "I tried to be gentle with you, but you're not letting me, please forgive me. Im really sorry for this."

You were stunned, breath choked from the heavy rest of his arm around your neck, tears streaming down your face, body instinctly arching into the thrusts of his cock, reaching through an orgasm once again, wetting the very bed as he just kept on thrusting, drools trailing down your chin, eyes rolled back to your socket, and an incoherent sounds of either cries or moans escape from the very bottom of your throat.

Yet, you felt nostalgic, and a sick, unwanted feeling of comfort bathing you like a cold blanket. It might be cold, but it's what you got.

a/n: not very type shit im writing here but uh.... surprise 😀. ​