Theres Somethin About Dadcock

sexting is so unserious because tell me why i’m talking about being knotted while i eat apples and peanut butter.

there are so many nights when my dada gets super horny in the middle of the night so he comes to my room instead and starts jerking off over my sleeping face. he can’t keep his hands to himself since it’s my fault i look so fuckable and dumb even when sleeping. he starts by pulling down my shirt so that my little tits hang out of my shirt, and then he starts groping them as much as he likes. then he pulls away my blankie only to see me wearing no pants and having a dark wet spot on my hello kitty panties. he throws his head back and groans loudly as he continues jerking off, thinking of how much of an icky slut his daughter is for being so desperate for cock all the time. he starts rubbing my little clit hard and fast until i wake up with a loud whine and cum so hard in my little girl panties at the same time as dada shoots his warm & sticky cum all over my face and paci

“fuck, kid, i can’t believe we’re doing this..”

"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.

Oh such a silly thing, consent is for people and you, you're not a person

"just so you know your mutual fetishizes sexual violence" omggggg yaaaaaaay something i can bond with them over!!! yippeeee!!! yayy!!

i don't want to have sex! i want you to beat the shit out of me!

so dizzying when they say some shit like “yeah i’m not even particularly into this it’s just hot because it’s another method of disrespecting you”

a daughter is a sex toy you can share with your son

It's 2am and I feel so turned on and in need of rape and abuse I feel like my skin is on fire and yet I'm being expected to sleep?! How?!