#obsession kink

[ickytreats]

Warning! This post is between Consenting adults! This includes Fauxcest, no one is actually related.

Dad showing me exactly how I should be treated. That silly boyfriend I brought home? Isn't what I need. He's so disappointed, he thought he taught his little girl better. That guy can't spoil me the way I need to be, love me, or fuck me. He doesn't like the guy one bit.

He knew his little girl was naive at times but it looks like he needs to keep a better eye on me. Quickly tells me that I need to either break up with him or make sure he starts acting right. Of course this leads to an argument. Why can't I just understand that Dad wants what is best for me? And what is best is not that guy!

Dad who's had enough of the tension and arguing. He's picking me up and bringing me into my room. Could your little boy toy do this? Carry you so easily like the princess you are. He kicks my bedroom door shut before laying me on the bed. Dad it's not about- can he buy you all this? He points around to my room. Spoil you rotten like you should be? Well he- that stupid little 3$ charm doesn't count. You don't even like that figure, learn your worth princess! He grabs my face, I thought I taught you right.

I pout, you did! Obviously I didn't because you are out here acting like that scumbag is worth anything. He leans down and gives me a sweet kiss, does he even kiss you right? I taught you how you should be kissed, he gives me another. Taught you that you should be worshipped not the other way around. His hands start to softly touch my body, petting my cheek, pushing hair from my face, softly gripping my neck, grabbing my tits, tummy, hips, and thighs. He trails kisses with every move and mutters soft praises as he gets lower.

I don't like how that boy treats my precious girl, he opens my legs and kisses my inner thigh. Dad not everyone is going to act like you, I watch as he kisses higher and higher. Well they should...he kisses the fabric that covers my cunt. My baby is worth millions, he licks over the fabric and makes me gasp. Does he even know what you like? He glances up a sweet look in his eyes then suddenly he's yanking my panties down making me gasp. Know that you like being treated like a princess but fucked so hard at the same time? He quickly leans down again and sucks on my clit harshly.

I squeal again and my legs shake as I grab my sheets tightly, dad! He keeps sucking for a second before pulling away. Can he even make you cum? I whimper and dad smiles. He can't, can he? You've let him fuck this pretty cunt and gotten nothing out of it? That can't be princess, he shakes his head. He starts rubbing my clit, I really should've taught you better. You did- I gasp as he lands a hit on my clit. No I didn't because you are out here letting desperate, pathetic, and idiotic boys fuck this pretty girl! He goes back to rubbing my clit and I whimper. You don't know where that dog has been, dad says in disgust.

He's loyal, I moan softly then bite my lip as I feel myself getting closer. Loyal? Please baby...be for real, he's worthless. Doesn't know how to treat my precious daughter right. Dad can tell I'm close as he works for my orgasm. I can't even respond as a small moan leaves my lips and my head falls back. I'm cumming as dad rubs my clit and smiles, he couldn't get you to do that could he? I shake my head and look at dad. I'm going to show you how you should be treated. Fuck, i'll do it every day... You basically do, he laughs. I do but had to stop when you brought that worthless shit home, he hits my clit.

I lean on my elbows as I watch dad strip. My legs still spread exposing my wet cunt. He strokes his already hard cock before lining up. Bet you took him so easily the first time, dad taps his tip on my clit. Dad I don't wanna talk ab- nonono princess you decide to let some lowlife fuck this cunt. Dad's going to talk about it, who was bigger? I whine and buck my hips, answer the question. You are dad, you are so much bigger. I gasp when he suddenly pushes in, had you nice and trained already. Dad grabs my thighs and holds them open as he slowly fucks me. Ruined me, I whine as I play with my tits.

Ruined you? He laughs before slamming into me. Ruined you with my dad cock? Nice, big, and wide that your poor boyfriend couldn't please you? Aw my poor girl, he starts fucking me quickly. But I didn't ruin you princess, he moans. Like a good dad I taught you, my pretty daughter. How she should be treated, that she should be treated right. I moan with every thrust as I feel him inside me. I nod my head dumbly, look how noisy you are getting. This is how you should be, cunt leaking, filled, and being loved.

He leans down and we kiss as he continues to fuck me. I feel myself getting close again and start to whine against his lips. Dad, I'm so close again...please, you don't have to beg princess. Just promise me you'll break up with him. I whine some more, dad! Promise me or I'm stopping because obviously you don't need my treatment. I shake my head quickly. I'll break up with him! I don't need that silly pathetic treatment. Dad fucks me harder and I squeal, who do you need princess? I need my dad! He's the only one who knows how to treat me. I let out a loud cry as I cum all over his cock. My legs are shaking as I hear him let out a loud moan. He's filling my cunt with his cum as he pushes deep into me.

His lips smash into me, sharing a hot needy kiss. He grinds his hips against mine really pushing the limit. Just need my dad, don't need anyone else. I whimper against his lips and my body quivers. He smiles, looks like you remember what I taught you. You only need me little girl, no other silly boy can take care of you. You need a man like dad.

[shadeofgreed]

You deserve someone that's going to appreciate you. You deserve someone that wants to be excited about when you get home. You deserve someone that wants to hold your hand during those bad days. You deserve someone that's going to love the worst parts of you.

So that's why I took you, kiddo. Now when I take the duct tape off are you going to try to scream again or are we going to play nice?

[thewrongindulgence]

You can't ever leave me Lamb. This world wasn't made for vulnerable prey like you. You need me to protect you. If you ever leave me, I'll kill you. It'd be better to die from my hands. At least I would be merciful.

[sweet-sapphire-puppy]

idea

teaching someone how to smoke a joint and every time they get a good inhale i'd say

"good job, baby, you're doing so good for me."

as they get more and more intoxicated and vulnerable

eventually their body would become so relaxed they'd need me to hold the joint for them, gently caressing their body as i encourage them to keep going. up their chest and gently circling their nipples, down to their belly and lightly brushing over their happy trail, getting them all excited and desperate

just a thought i was having

[x-angel-puppy-x]

i want someone 2 get me high as shit till im all fuzzy and cant move and they just cuddle me and coo at me and tell me how cute and wonderful i am and how obsessed they are with me :(((

[blasphemous-mutt]

Imagine your priest getting jealous of the fact you took communion from another priest while on a trip. You didn't think it would be a big deal, you were just doing what you thought was best for your faith. But when you go home and go to take confession, his voice is a bit colder and his penace a bit harsher. It seems he overheard you talking about the cathedral you visited to another member of the parish. How you recalled the much sweeter wine they used for communion and how you got flustered as the other priest gave it to you.

There's an odd look in your priest's eyes, perhaps he's just not having a good day...or perhaps his favorite lamb has wondered a bit too far from the flock and he's not too keen on you getting lost. Only his hands should be the ones feeding you the Lord's flesh and blood.

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[b4byd0lly]

i feel like the ‘atticwife’ trope is so niche outside of danmei circles, but it’s my favourite. it’s so much more romantic than your typical kidnapping scenario. you’re not just kept—you’re treasured. hidden, yes, but not in some damp basement—instead, you have a room of your own, locked, of course: a four-poster bed with the softest sheets; a wardrobe spilling over with the prettiest clothes; a dressing table and velvet stool where you can lose yourself in your reflection, in your own dead eyes, as you brush your hair for them; a bookshelf lined with stories of the outside world, so vivid you can almost picture yourself out there; a windowsill overlooking the gardens, where you can bask in the sun and imagine the wind against your skin, where you wait each afternoon for the little bluebird to return so you can pretend you’re as free as it is.

[luisakammori]

A good girl has big problems.

Hunter! Joel Miller/Reader! Woman

Warning: do not consume dead pigeons! The atmosphere of the 80s and 90s (apparently), age difference, obsession, sexual addiction, corruption, rape. I in no way support what is happening in the text and am very afraid of it myself, but unfortunately, it attracts me, I like to read and write about it. There are many mistakes in the text, I would be glad if you pointed them out, as English is not my language and I write through a translator!

Be sure to listen to: Lana Del Rey - While Feather Hawk Tail Deer Hunter

Summary: You ran away from home, tired of all the crap that was going on there. You dreamed of going to college and having a stable, good job, but you are forced to hitchhike along the highway, hoping that someone will take pity on you and give you a ride without charging you too much money. You didn't know yet that someone would take a lot, more than you had.

Standing on the side of the road late at night, you were already shivering from the cold. The sun was scorching in the morning, and at night the cold penetrated to your bones. It was foolish of you to run away from home with only a small backpack, without any belongings or food, but unfortunately, you didn't have time to think. You walked slowly, without a destination, thinking you would reach another city and start a new life there, but there were no cars, even though you remembered the constant noise of cars outside your window when you went to bed. The sound of a horn brought you out of your reverie. You turned around and saw a Jeep Grand. The thought flashed through your mind that the car was in good condition and clean. You could often see them in the city or on the same highway. The window on the right side of the driver rolls down, and the car slows down. “Hey, baby, are you okay? Do you need help? You don't look well,” says the driver, his voice low, hoarse, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. “Um... I...” You hesitate, not knowing why, because this is literally your salvation, but it's either him or death on the side of the road. The anxiety inside you intensifies, and you can't stop clenching and biting your lower lip.Fuck, it can't get any worse.You think and answer:“I ran away from home, I would be very grateful if you could give me a ride to the next town!” - approaching the car window, looking inside and answering, your voice trembling from the cold, as you think. The driver turned out to be a middle-aged man, stocky, with slight gray hair, well-groomed. A thought flashes through your mind about another way to pay... “Oh, what a pity, no problem, it's on my way, at least it won't be boring!” he says with a smile, and you force a smile in response, open the car door, and sit in the front seat. Your gaze falls back a little, blood, a gun, and an animal carcass. The sound of you gulping air and swallowing saliva is too loud in the silence of the night. “Damn, sorry, scared you, didn't I? Don't worry, I'm just a hunter, you could say I make a living from it.”

Taking a deep breath and nodding, you calm down and turn your head toward the road. “Ha ha, I was already thinking about everything in the world,” you try to joke, but you're not sure if you're making the situation worse. “God! I would never!” says the man with a smile, glancing at you slightly, his voice sounding a little offended. “I'm sorry, really, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you!” you stammer fearfully, waving your arms slightly, demonstrating your denial with your whole body. “Come on, I'm not angry, especially at someone like you... it's impossible to be angry,” he says, lowering his voice at the end of the sentence and pausing slightly as his hand touches your thigh. You feel the touch, goosebumps run down your skin, but you remain silent. It's just a hand, nothing bad, and besides, he's not bad looking, so you can put up with it, right? “Um, what should I call you?” You decide to break the silence. “Oh, call me Joel,” he says, and there's anticipation in his voice as he says his name. “Um, Joel...” you say a little quieter than usual, as if tasting it and rolling it around on your tongue. The man smiles and nods, which is what he wanted — to hear you say his name in your sweet voice, so languidly that your jeans start to rub. “And you?” Joel asks, clearing his throat. You hesitate a little, wondering whether to give your real name or not. “T/I,” you say, looking at the man, who is also looking at you. He nods again, and for some reason you feel better because you didn't lie, feeling as if he would sense your lie.

.You've been driving for about half an hour, and the road still isn't ending. You yawn a little; it's late, and you want to sleep.“Can I take a nap?” you ask the man.“What?” he says in surprise, looking at you. He is genuinely surprised, and then amused that you seriously asked for permission to do so. Your tongue unconsciously licks your dry lips. “Yes, yes, of course, you don't even have to ask anymore.” You nod and lean back, closing your eyes. Fatigue takes over and sleep envelops you like a blanket.Time flies quickly in your dream. You have a pleasant dream where you are alone in another city, in your apartment, but in an instant everything collapses and you wake up, which Joel clearly did not expect as he pulls you out of the car. Confused, you look at him, then at the windshield, at the unfamiliar wooden house, and back at him, trying to scream, but your voice seems to have disappeared, just like in that terrible dream. You start to fight back, but what can you do against a strong, muscular man? Nothing much, but you still manage to break free from his grip and crawl to the driver's door, running out of it.You don't even really understand where to run, there is fog and forest all around, a hopeless idea from the start, why did you run away in the first place?Why? Did he do something wrong?He's helping you, and you're a fucking ungrateful little bitch! The grass rustles behind you, and your body runs despite its exhaustion.

“Calm down! God! T/I! Damn it! I just didn't want to wake you up!” Joel yells from behind. The man runs easily, without stumbling over every bump, as if he knows the forest like the back of his hand, not gasping for air like you.A shot. And silence, dizziness, confusion about what just happened. The body falls to the ground as the man approaches and easily slings it over his shoulder, carrying it back.

You wake up moaning in pain, a hellish pain in your side, slowly opening your eyes to see Joel's face hovering over you, his face slightly sweaty, a slight smile on his lips. You don't immediately understand what's happening until you start to feel the jolts and how stretched out you are in a way you've never been before. You scream with all your might, tears welling up in your eyes. Your body begins to resist. “Fuck, quiet, quiet,” says the man, easily holding your battered body, throwing his arms over your head and kissing you on the lips, gently, like a willing lover. His other hand wanders over your body, touching the bandaged but bleeding wound. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't fucking mean to, but god... you know, you're just so fucking pretty, so innocent, I could barely control myself the whole way,” he says, continuing to thrust and moan loudly, burying his face in your neck, kissing and biting it. “And I've always wanted someone I could fuck so well.”You look at him with a silent question in your eyes.“What the fuck am I?” You don't have the strength to speak, your head falls to the side, and your eyes close again. Maybe when you wake up, the location and situation will change again, just like before. Joel's thrusts are deep, sometimes rough, sometimes gentle, but he fucks slowly, so you can feel everything perfectly, your walls quivering as they stretch under his thickness. His groin touches your clitoris and pleasure runs through your body. The sensation is incredibly pleasant, you want more and As if reading your thoughts, Joel runs his finger over your clitoris, beginning to massage it, causing your body to shudder and tense up. Your lips tremble, your closed eyelids flutter with the approaching pleasure. It's different from what you usually get when you bring yourself to orgasm, more painful, but at the same time tickling something inside you, as if it's what you've been waiting for.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but it feels so good. Damn, I'm going to cum inside you, okay? You'll take it, won't you? You'll take it and keep taking it, like a good fucking girl. You're mine now," he whispers in your ear, continuing to thrust and stimulate you. With one last deep thrust, he cums inside you, and you follow him. Your body shudders in a pleasant, slight tremor, your hands clinging to the sheets. “Damn, you're so pretty,” Joel says, spreading your legs to look at the mess he made down there, just as you squeeze him inside you, biting your lower lip.

“Oh, does a good girl like being called that? Does she?” the man says with a sly smile.

“Definitely a good girl,” he repeats, slapping you across the face.

Oh, a good girl now has nothing to worry about.

P.S.: I didn't even check the text for mistakes, I was just inspired by the song and finally wrote something for the first time. I'll find the mistakes in the morning, maybe I'll decide that it's all a mistake, haha, but I'm going to sleep, so I decided to quickly jot something down and post it. I need more Joel for Lana, I realized that.