D4ughter - Blog Posts

the rain had turned the alley into a maze of shallow rivers, a forensics nightmare as it swept away any evidence that might have been left behind. he'd promised his neighbor to look into their missing kid. twenty-one, barely more than a name on a grainy photo, and gone without a trace. bucky crouched beside the warehouse door, the padlock was new, but the scratches around it weren't. someone had forced their way in before.

bucky grasped the lock and it shattered like plastic in his hand. it was the smell he noticed first as he slipped inside. the air was thick with the scent of oil and metallic—machinery or blood. a single work light hummed in the far corner, illuminating a table stacked with what looked like documents and some kind of ledger. he reached for the ledger just as he heard a pair of footsteps behind him.

he froze, gloved hand hovering over the ledger as he took in the sight of the stranger at the door he'd just broken into. // @d4ughter , a semi - plotted starter .

need an older man to find me drinking with my friends and get me to himself. we'll talk and he'll order me more drinks until i tell my friends to leave without me. i'm completely gone by the time he mentions going home, so i give him my address so he can drive me.

once we're there, i expect him to leave, but he welcomes himself into my home, into my room. he slowly takes off my clothes, and i try to stop him, i really do, but it's useless.

he tells me how he'd been eying me all night, fantasizing about how and when he'd rape me. he tells me how he doesn't wanna hurt me, how i'll love it, completely ignoring my protests. it's not like it matters, he so much stronger than me anyways and i'm completely out of my mind drunk.

my clothes are off and i faintly feel him rubbing my cunnie, whispering about how wet i am so i must love it... is that true?

once he deems me wet enough, he lines his cock up to my entrance and unbearably slowly slides himself in. all the while telling me how good i feel, how tight i am, how he's been so patient for it.

i never knew i could be raped so... gently? he tells me how desperate i am since i'm clearly in love with his cock. moaning and drooling all over myself from being taken advantage of, but never slamming into me. i'm not sure if it's worse this way, having my rapist take his time breaking me in.

it's not until i've cum three times on his cock do i realize i've been begging for more, begging to be raped by him. he never really picks up the pace, which makes me sob at the speed. i think he likes seeing me cry because i feel him getting harder inside of me. he continues degrading me, raping me slowly, kissing my tears away, i'm so confused..

i think he impregnates me with how many loads he gave me, forced upon me. he tells me how good i was, taking all of him like that. how he's needed that so badly and that i was such a good rape slut for him, making it so easy.

"shhh it's okay, you're okay petal"

"don't be scared, you're safe with dad"

"you know i'd never hurt you, right honey?"

"i'm doing this for you doll, i know you needed this"

"please stop struggling little one, dadas got you"

"you're doing so well for your dad bubs, stop acting like you don't like it"

"you almost gone dumb princess? dadas dumb little fuck meat"

"that's it, baby girl. cum all over the cock that made you"

"take my load please princess"

"dadas sloppy little angle"

the confusion of his words would only make my brain mushier. if he loves me, then why is he hurting me like this? why's he apologizing?

i told him to stop and he didn't... but i can't help but feel good n i dunno why :(

i'm sure this is love... this is just how he shows it.. right?

dada who gets mad at me for turning him on. it’s not my fault my tight, short shorts make him hard. when i kiss him before he drives away after dropping me off at school, i watch how he shifts in his seat uncomfortably.

whenever i get home he tells me how hard it was going all day without being able to punish me for putting him through that. so of course he pulls down my shorts to spank me red.

of course his perverted fingers slip in my cunt before being followed by his tongue. it’s no surprise when he starts bullying me, saying i get him all worked up on purpose.

he’s just a pervert with a fat cock and an affliction for younger girls.. but how can i tell him that when i’m too choked to speak from the pounding he’s giving me?

doesn’t dad know i only get wetter i dumber when he threatens to use my face as a chair😖

please make me worse dad :(

the confusion of his words would only make my brain mushier. if he loves me, then why is he hurting me like this? why's he apologizing?

i told him to stop and he didn't... but i can't help but feel good n i dunno why :(

i'm sure this is love... this is just how he shows it.. right?

forced to do homework

born to rub myself dumb on tumblr :(