The thing about dad forcing himself on you is that you have to think about all the memories it'll taint. The strong, gentle hands that taught you how to ride a bike. The rough voice that used to comfort you when you scraped your knee. The chest you used to lay your head on.
Now here you are. Those same hands are bruising your wrists as she holds you down, that voice is hoarsely apologizing in your ear, that firm chest is in your face as your lil body bounces with each thrust. All you can think about is that tomorrow you'll be sitting at the same breakfast table you've always shared breakfast at and you'll just have to ignore the ache between your legs.
“fuck, kid, i can’t believe we’re doing this..”
I do not care what's between your legs
It is going in your asshole either way
(so wet its uncomfortable) thanks for cutting up my food for me dad
Trying to be sweet to my boy but getting so violently boned up when I say "love you, kiddo" that I need to excuse myself for 10 minutes
Therapy is expensive kiddo, just work out your daddy issues on my cock while I tell you what a good girl you are
if anyones wondering the age I get stuck at is the age I got my eating disorder and also the age I got my period for the first time, my brain saw the idea of growing up and firmly refused
rb to tell prev they're being so brave right now and pat their head a little please
Aww honey
Its not self harm if I'm doing it for you :)
Gnawing on my leash I am so well behaved I am being good I am a good boy I am not going to bite someone for attention I am not. I am not.