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[hellbound-n-heartless]

Tried to hold the gun to her head but the dumb bitch kept trying to suck it

[hellbound-n-heartless]

Shut your dumb little mouth or I'm going to fuck it

[boringkate]

Hey, cutie! Mind if I hold your head under water until you start to panic and squirm? Just for the lolz? I think it would be cute! You wanna be cute for me, right?

[greedysadistdaddi]

Kidnap kink but I recreate your room and gaslight you into thinking you're still at your place

[greedysadistdaddi]

"Ohana means family right, kiddo? Just like that movie we watched earlier." while forcing my dick inside you

[pishisusul]

"it's okay you can pee on dad" except you don't want to, you want to go potty where you're supposed to, everyone at school knows how, just let me go potty dad please but he has his arms around you and you beat your hands against them and kick and cry and still he has you. your legs twist one way and another to hold it back, you're begging for him to let go, shh shh you can go right here, it's okay, it's okay, he's pressing on your tummy and his fingers tickle at your sides and it's all too much, it's just too much. you feel a stream of heat soaking your underwear, your shorts, you give up and go limp against his arms, and he's whispering good girl, good girl, his lap hot and wet with you.

[hoplocket]

being afraid and confused about your first orgasm while dads fucking you so he reassures you...

"ahhh mnnn wait wait stop! dad ahh dad whats happening? oh- wait ahhhn stop something is coming out! dad stop please it hurts!

"dads not going to stop, baby. that feeling is good. its supposed to happen. that means youre going to cum. ahhh fuck, im not stopping. i wont stop until you cum so let that feeling go, its good for you. yes, thats it cum on dads cock. holy shit- ohh fuck yes there you go mmmh fuck youre so tight on me, you came so hard. didnt that feel good? dont you feel better, baby? want daddy to give you another one? <3"

[kit10kid]

[domdraven]

"Do you trust Dada? Of course you do. You're my sweetest girl. Close those eyes little love.. Dada is going to fill your tummy. That's it rest your head on my shoulder and hug Dada super super tight.. Mhm, don't look baby its just like the rocky horsies."

[ropebunyn]

whatever. dad kissing me through my first orgasm and saying; “gooood job, baby. look at you, all grown up”

[agirlwithbaredteeth]

love the idea of a captive finally managing to escape, only to willingly return to their captor in defeat. they escape, only to realise that captor was right - it's dangerous out there and they cannot make it on their own...or maybe it's just that there really is nothing for miles, noone to call and no way to return home. maybe it is cold, maybe they are injured, or hungry. whatever it is, they realise it just isn't worth it. maybe it's not even a conscious decision, a weighing up of the pros and cons...maybe they are just so tired, so cold, they start walking back without even thinking about it...because deep down, they know that captor will take care of them, know that captor can fix this...

Better yet, when they return to their captor's home like a kicked puppy, with a tear-stained face and a bloody leg, captor isn't even angry. they don't even bother with a punishment, for they can see their little captive has recieved punishment enough...they will never do that again. instead, the captor talks kindly to them and carries them back inside, into the warmth and comfort of their home. captor mends their injuries and offers a warm meal and a bath. perhaps they chastise captive a little bit, reinforce the idea that they are not capable of caring for themselves...that the world is too big and too dangerous for them, they need captor.

[sadistfosterdad]

"Who's my pretty little hand puppet", as I force all four fingers up inside you.

[agirlwithbaredteeth]

Little one who's been fighting for so long, something has to give. These long, energy-draining days spent kicking up a fuss and driving yourself into a panic. You end up getting sick.

One morning, you wake feeling awful. Your entire body feels hot and sore, and your throat hurts terribly. But you are so stubborn, you're determined to carry on as normal. So you glare at caregiver just the same when he greets you in the morning, and you pretend to be alert and you pretend that nothing is hurting.

Caregiver catches on later in the day. You'd been relatively calm and quiet, which was a welcome change at first, but soon became a matter of suspicion.

It all comes to a head when you're given dinner. You'd picked at your breakfast and lunch earlier that day, and caregiver was not planning on allowing you to do the same with your dinner.

"You have to eat." He says sternly, sitting across from you, watching.

You sit, pouting, not making any move to pick up your fork. Just the smell of the food is making you feel nauseous.

"Unless you'd like me to feed you myself?"

You glare, and then push the plate away. Usually, your rebellion would be a little more meaningful, paired with an insult perhaps. But you were just tired, and done with it all.

He comes to a sudden stand, chair creaking beneath him. You stand too, almost out of instinct. You know this routine well, and this is the part where you run.

You've barely made it into the hallway before he grabs you by the arm, turning you to face him. You push at him weakly, huffing. Your head feels like it's on fire.

He's about ready to haul you to your spot in the corner, but something gives him pause. Maybe it's the sluggish movement of your arms, or your flushed cheeks.

He tugs you closer, and puts a hand to your forehead.

"You're burning hot." He frowns, and then he asks with a pointed look. "Are you sick?"

You still, but don't say anything. You only blink at him tiredly, and he sighs.

"Why didn't you say anything, silly girl?" He chides, taking you by the hand and pulling you towards the kitchen.

You're up on the counter before you know it, the world spinning around you.

"Have you been feeling icky all day?" He says in that patronising way, but it doesn't irritate you as it should. You want to tug at his sleeve and say 'yes, yes I have' but all you can muster is a hum.

"I should've known." He mutters, smiling amusedley to himself. "You've been too good."

He rummages through the draws. His hands are there one moment and on your face the next, but you hardly react to his touch. Everything feels far-away, and you just want the bad feelings to be gone. So you let him tilt your head up and pour sickly sweet syrup into your mouth, not caring what it is or where it's come from.

"Poor girl." He tuts when you grimace, and then holds something else to your lips. Water.

And when he picks you up, you might kick your legs a little but you soon succumb to the comfort of being held. It's okay just this once, right? Maybe when you wake up feeling better, you can make up for it. And that's how you fall asleep, dreaming of revenge whilst a soft hand threads through your hair and eventually lays you down in a warm bed. Maybe he takes the liberty of pressing a kiss to your forehead, knowing it might be the only time you let him.

[bigbadguarddog]

Is the water too hot baby? We’ll cool it down. Don’t worry, daddies take baths with their babies all the time. It’s okay, it doesn’t matter if we see each other like this, we’re family. Don’t worry if it tickles, daddy is just gonna wash all your little parts nice and clean.

How’s your coloring baby, you staying in the lines? That little skirt makes you look like a princess! Every daddy with a princess does this, just keep coloring, daddy will take care of themself back here. Don’t worry about what I’m doing with my special daddy parts, you just look so precious in your little dress…

You’re doing so good baby, you’re being the perfect little one for daddy, you’re really taking it well. Did you know that’s what you’re made for? It’s a perfect, snug fit, isn’t it? Trust me, you’ll feel so good soon. It’s okay to cry, don’t worry, daddy is gonna take such good care of you when they’re done inside you. I’ll clean you all up- we can take another bath.

[sadistfosterdad]

"These bruises are so cute on you", pushes my fingers into them to flood your brain with the memory of how I gave them to you.

[lilheathen7]

My favorite tumblr trope is interacting with someone who posts utter filth that is so depraved I question my sanity for liking it and when you talk to them they’re such sweet angel baby loves. It just makes my day.

[stemmingspark]

[hello, friendly neighbourhood moron checking in to say breathplay is always dangerous. also this is unrealistically long unless your dom spits this out rapidly. it can be quite fun to engage in though... allegedly <.<]

C/W: Choking, Degradation

Aww, poor baby, you've had a bad day? Yeah? Bit tired and overwhelmed now? Mhm? That's okay, baby. You know what will help you? That's right, cupcake. I want you to choke yourself for me. Oh, of course it's a good idea. Don't you trust me? Remember, I know best.

That's a good girl. Now just wrap that pretty little hand around that pretty little neck. Just like that. I'm going to count to ten, and only then can you let go, okay? You don't have to do anything except listen to me.

Three... Two... One... Go.

One.

We're only getting started, aren't we? Do you like that? The feeling of your fingers pressing against your neck? That feeling in your cunt knowing you're being a depraved little girl for me. Oh, I know you're wet already. That's okay, baby. I won't tell anyone.

Two.

Such a good, obedient little thing, aren't you? You're doing so well, baby. You know I'm so, so proud of you, right? My good girl. My little princess. Just keep choking yourself for me. Aww, you don't need to choke yourself harder, baby. I know you're already trying your best.

Three.

That's a really, really good girl. You can feel it now, can't you? Something in the back of your mind is telling you why you're so wet. Because you understand that despite all my praise... you're still here choking yourself out for a man that's watching you. It makes you feel so fucking good listening to me, doesn't it? That's a really good girl. Just keep going.

Four.

I can see it in your eyes. You're beginning to realise. You're beginning to feel tinges of shame and flecks of humiliation darting around your soaking cunt. I'm not even touching you right now. This is all you. That's okay, baby, you know I love you, don't you? Yeah, I do. Even though you're being a little pathetic right now... I love you.

Five.

Halfway there, muffin. You're doing such a good job! Cutting off your breath for me. I bet you'd enjoy this so much more if those were my hands on your neck. If it were my cock shoved down your throat, choking you. This isn't about me, though, is it? This is about you. About how much lower you can go. Keep going, honey. This is so cute.

Six.

Aww, baby, are you foaming at the mouth? That's hilarious. God... you look pretty pathetic now, don't you? Go on, sweetie... you're allowed to touch yourself. Think of it as a reward for making it this far.

Seven.

You're almost there. You're so close to being a really, really good girl for me. I'm so proud of you. Does it feel good choking yourself for me? Your cunt under my control? Your breath under my control? All of you belongs to me. That's okay... I'll treat you so well. You want that, don't you?

Eight.

Can you slap your cunt for me? I think that'd make my cock so much stiffer. You'd look so much prettier hurting yourself for me. Could you do that? Could you slap your drooling little fuckhole for me? Fuck... Again. And again. Oh fuck... you're such a good fucking girl, aren't you? Yeah, you are. Keep going.

Nine.

We're almost there. You've held on so well, haven't you? Your brain's probably all fucked up and empty now, isn't it? No thoughts inside that brainless head of yours. The only thing you're capable of doing right now is choking yourself while you wait for me to say that special number.

Nine and a half.

Oops... I forgot what the number after nine was. Silly me. I probably should remember but those choked, gurgling sounds are just so cute. It's actually quite funny. You know that, right? The way you sound so fucking stupid right now. So pathetic and inferior. Now, what was that number again? Ah yes, it was...

Ten.

And... let go. Good girl. I can't believe you lasted so long. There, there, sweetie, you did so good. All brainless and empty headed for me. You did such a good fucking job. And girls that do good jobs get rewarded, don't they? There, there, cupcake. Catch your breath. Afterwards, I'll let you recreate those sounds on my cock.

[kxsalt]

“What’s this?” As her dad walks into the kitchen, her stomach drops. His hands are already halfway through opening the mysterious package. “I don’t remember ordering anything, but it’s addressed to our house…” The girl spits out her breakfast and stumbles off her stool to intercept him. “nononono don’t open thaaaaat!!!” The box is snatched, dropped, and spills open on the floor.

Two vibrators lay between them. Frozen, the girl prays to be struck by lightning. Her father picks one up. “Oh, honey, they’re just sex toys – you don’t need to be embarrassed.” The lightning strike doesn’t come. “i’m sorry! ahh! please just give them to me!” The older man relents, handing the new toy to his daughter. Hiding them against her body, she scurries off to her room.

Later that night, the man reads in bed. He can hear her shuffling through the house. Every drawer and cupboard is opened and closed. Slowly, his bedroom door creaks open.

“…dad…?” His little girl mumbles through the crack. “Mmhm?” He turns the page. A long pause. “…where are the batteries?” The book is closed. “Ahh, we’ve got A batteries in the shed – what kind do you need?” Another long pause. “…i dunno…” He rubs his eyes. The girl’s lack of technical knowledge is not for his lack of trying to teach her. “Can you bring it here?”

She takes her time. Ten minutes later she creeps into her dad’s bedroom. His old oversized shirt swishes around her body, hiding the comfy panties she bought five years ago. The man sits on the edge of the bed and takes the toys from the humiliated girl. He examines the wand with the large bulb head. “Well, this one has a charging cable with it… Looks like it needs to be plugged in for a while.” The plug fits neatly into the outlet.

The girl sits on the bed next to him, nervously playing with her hair. The pink rabbit eared vibrator is opened up by his strong hands. “Mmm, yup, just like I thought – triple A. I think I’ve actually got a few in here.” He slides open his bedside drawer, pushing aside some condoms to find the batteries. He inserts them, closes the cute pink toy, and clicks it on. buzzzzzzzzzzzz

“Looks like it works: There ya go, kiddo.” She takes the bunny vibe. The man watches his daughter stare at the toy with a mixture of confusion and despair. “…you know how to use that thing, right..?” The girl glances at him with a guilty expression. “uh… yeah…? i mean… kinda…?” Her finger flicks the bunny ear shape of the head. “…not really? it just, like, had good reviews…?” He touches the girl’s shoulder.

“Dad can show you how to use it.”

Sitting in his lap, the girl leans back against her parent. Sheepishly spreading her legs, she nibbles on her knuckle as his hand rests on her thigh. “Now we don’t want it to be too strong at first, so we’ll soften it with some fabric.” He slips a finger inside her old panties. “These are pretty worn and thin, so we’ll use the shirt too.” A moment of relief as he covers her crotch with the bottom of the garment.

buzzzzzzzzzzzz – The girl squeezes the hand on her thigh as she feels her dad touch the vibrator to her pussy. “ah-“ A short gasp as she feels it through the bunched up fabric. He presses firmly but carefully, tender and gentle and sure to not overwhelm his daughter. Her first experience with a toy should be special. Soft strokes against her pussy, and he feels her relax.

“Used to it? We can do it without the shirt, now.” She nods enthusatically. The girl lifts up her dad’s old shirt and tosses it over the side of the bed. Only in her panties, she spreads her legs again. “I meant just lift it up, but that’s fine too.” Her neck close to his lips, he can see her ears turn pink. “uhhmm… didn’t want it to get in the way…?” The girl can feel his facial hair brush against her when he chuckles.

“Okay, honey. This is going to feel a lot stronger.” Her hand rests on his forearm. “…i can handle it, dad…” The man touches the vibrator to her panties. Using the faint outline of her pussy as a guide, he lets the bunny ears rest around her clit. His daughter gasps, moans and wiggles. Her wiggles turn to faint humping. “See how it hugs your clit, darling?” She can feel his hard cock press against her bum.

“Hey kiddo, I’m trying to show you something. Look where dad’s putting the toy.” The girl stares down between her legs; at the two strong arms holding her, holding the toy, pulling her thighs open, pressing the vibrator into her clit, fingers inches away from her wet pussy. “yes dad, thank you dad, I can see where it goes…” More gentle stroking. One hand grips her bare breast, rubbing against her nipples.

“can we try without panties, now?” Her question is soft and nervous. He hooks the wet crotch of her underwear with his thumb and pulls them down. The girl leans forward to slip them off her legs. She feels her dad’s thick cock through his pyjamas, squeezed between her bumcheeks. The man watches his daughter drop her soaked panties onto his pillow. His fingers play with her drippy pussy.

“Looks like it’s working, isn’t it darling?” The man’s fingers are wet from a few seconds of rubbing her hole. “ah – yes dad it feels real good…” He squeezes her tits and pushes the toy into her bare clit. The girl moans and presses her face into his neck. The man can hear every breath and whimper. One finger slides inside her pussy, working into her hole as he grinds the vibrator into his daughter’s clit.

“fuck – dad dad dad dad da-“ She squeals and holds onto him for support. Her bouncing and shaking strokes her ass against his dick. The girl’s father keeps the toy pressed into her as she cums. She writhes and begs. “C’mon champ, you can take a little more.” He growls, fucking her with his hands and the toy. “yes please thank you dad – more please…”

Bent over like a dog, she holds the powerful wand between her thighs. Fully charged, the vibrations rattle through her hips and down her legs. Two of her dad’s thick fingers roughly explore her drippy pussy. “Why didn’t you buy a dildo, sweetheart?” He gropes her bare ass. “was scared daddy…” His daughter whines as she pushes back into his hands. “Yeah, you’ve got a pretty tight hole…”

A few months later, her birthday is fast approaching. “daddyyyy…” She shows him her phone. “will you get me these for my birthday…? pwettypweese?” He scrolls through the items. Dog ears, a pink collar, a pretty fluffy tail plug. “it comes with a leash, too…” The man smiles and rubs her back. “I thought you were going to ask for a dildo, but I can get you that – sure.” His daughter laughs and wraps him in a hug. “…i don’t need a dildo, daddy…”