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Need to be held like this by an older man I can call daddy
"Growing up without a dad didn't affect her"
and then I'm all alone in my room being told by random older men online if I should or shouldn't rub my clit depending on how good I was today, spanking my ass because of showing them how wet I am just because they told me to.
oh and I love to call them Daddy (βΛα΅`β)
in the mood for someone to say βbiiiig stretchβ as they slowly thrust their cock inside meπ₯°π₯°
saying βshh itβs ok kiddo daddyβs hereβ when i whimper and whine because itβs just so bigπ£
pretty pretty please with a cherry on top make it happen?ππ₯Ίπ₯Ί
You know what dude? Fuck it. I'm a Dad bf. I don't even care if it makes me sound weird. I want to take care of her. Baby her. Braid her hair. Brush it, brush her teeth, help her get dressed if she wants that. Hold her hand crossing the street, tie her shoes for her by placing her foot on my leg, not caring about the dirt from the ground, cut up her food for her the way she likes, take the crusts off her sandwiches, put her on my shoulders, lift her up and spin her around, put a daisy chain crown on her head as we sit on the grass in the sun. Order her food for her, make phone calls for her. Read her bedtime stories so she can fall asleep sucking on my thumb, holding me tight. I do not give a fuck, I am a caregiver who wants to be cared for. She wants a paci? She gets a paci, she wants a collar and a puppy bed? She fuckin gets them. I'm a Dad bf and I will die a fuckin Dad bf.
Donβt pull out, I have separation anxiety π₯Ί
All I want is for him to come kiss my bruised knees better n put some hello Kitty bandaids on them :((
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?