'when I Was Little' You're Still A Kid, Ok?

need to be pressured into sex acts I'm really uncomfortable with. I could theoretically say no and i really want to but you've instilled such a desperate need to please you that I choke on the word and just smile and nod

"Please Miss?" I was breathing a bit too rapidly, simply unable to blink. I couldn't stop looking into those big hopeful eyes as she kneeled on the floor. Her face was starting to twist in worry.

I would probably be shaking, but she was griping my wrist and the end of the gun, pressing it against her forehead. I had to pull away, get my footing. She didn't try to stop me, but I could already see tears spilling down her face. "Hey, hey, shhhh its okay I just need a minute, okay? This is... big for me," I wasn't sure I was ready to let her go. But I wanted it, I wanted it so bad. To paint the walls with her brain. To see body flop dead and lifeless. To... ,hells, so much. "But you promised-," I slapped her hard. She was stunned silent. The tears dried up as her brain tried catch up. I was not going to have back talk at this moment. "Do not presume to tell me my own fucking words. I know what I said, I - You've earned your pullies. I just- just," Fuck, now I was breaking character. I hugged her tightly, squeezed the air out of her lung. The cold metal of the gun digging into her back. I need her. "I just.. can't let you die that quickly, okay? Can I just- let me do it slower, the way I want?" She nodded and tried her best to return my crushing hug before I finally let go. I roughly pressed the muzzle into her stomach before dragging it down to her thigh. Rubbing it in a bit before asking, "Here? Is here good, my little snuffable?" There was a brief pause and shiver from her. Before she was ready for it to be over in an instant. Now she was going to have to endure however long I was going to toy with her. She already knew how long that could be. "Yes, Miss. Please, my pullies..." I grabbed her collar and pulled her close for a kiss before lifting the gun and firing. We both jolted from the blast. I couldn't hear anything and she probably couldn't either. The ear damage hurt, but it made the whole scene almost serene. Red was bubbling out of her thigh and I almost couldn't look away. Thank whatever goddess gave me the power to look back to up to face. The stark shock and need. The pain probably not fully reaching her brain yet, but the fear dawning as she saw my glee. Shaky, jitters more then panic, I shoved the barrel of the gun into her mouth. Forcing her to suck on the still warm barrel as she bled all over the basement floor. The weapon buzzed with either her screams or moans. It didn't matter which to me. This is what I needed. I finally pulled the gun from her mouth and put it back up against her forehead. She gave me the most pathetic look I had ever seen. Slowly I tugged on the trigger, it felt like hours in barely a second. Then. *Click* There was confusion on her face. She had seen me pull the trigger, but she was still here. I only grinned wider. Realization hit her like a truck. She start to babble something I couldn't hear. Shoving her finger in with mine and pulling that trigger again and again and again. Click. Click. Click. Finally I had my fill of the fun, punched her hard in the gut, and left her to squirm on the floor as I retrieved the medical kit. It took her 5 years to earn that bullet and she had let me put it in her thigh. It would be hell getting her out of the basement and to the hospital, but it was worth it for all this.

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.

your dadposting is so 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 rly know how to make a girl feel small n want to be under u, bein such a good little kiddo for dad 😵‍💫💖

In my experience most girls feel small when you pin them down and stretch them open while you grunt 'that's the lil girl I raised'

everything about my presence is intended to make you feel predatory and/or sadistic urges

don’t like ageplay? grow up! what about me? oh, no I will not be growing up i will be staying 6yrs old with my juice box n childlike joy thanks for asking

“op is a morally corrupt pervert” ok 💖 yay +follow

Imagine flirting with a boy by giving him casual commands. Waving him over from the bar, telling him to sit down and ordering drinks for the both of you. Manhandling him gently, hand loose around his waist, walking him towards the exit. He could simply ignore you if he wasn't interested, but he's so obedient and pliant that he follows your every move, his big doe eyes eagerly watching for your next command.

daddy holding my legs open wide so mommy can sit between them, rubbing her fingers softly over my cunt and tdick, getting me all wet and squirmy, telling me i’m gonna look so pretty when she makes a big kid out of me, before she takes her big, knotted dildo, and begins to force it into my dry, unprepped asshole

daddy holding me down, telling me to shut up, stop crying, mommy was so nice to touch me and now i’m complaining because mommy wants to feel good? big kids take what mommy and daddy give them.