#cw dad kink

[gojosprettyprincess]

Tw- STEPCEST, Toji refers himself as DAD. Not proofread

Stepdad Toji patting his lap, wordlessly signaling you to come and sit on it from across the room. You waste no time settling yourself onto his large thighs, your skirt riding up to your upper thighs and exposing a lot more skin than you would be comfortable with.

But his hands find your hips almost instantly and he lifts you and shifts you higher up his crotch— directly ontop his growing bulge before nonchalantly resuming his attention back on the TV as if it's nothing.

And whenever you’d try to get up, telling him it’s time for you to go do your homework, he’s possessively wrapping his beefy arm tighter around your waist to bring you closer against his broad chest, hand roaming your bare thighs while pressing his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply and telling you “Going so soon sweetheart? Don't you want to sit more with me.”

You whined under his grasp, the tension making your body heat up as his growing erection digs into your warm core, It’s as if his cock has a mind of its own, seeking warmth from your clothed cunt.

You never meant to be this “close” with Toji but it's genuinely as if he casted a spell on you or something because you're always seemingly obeying and doing whatever he says like some puppet. You assume it must be the fact that he's well aware of your daddy issues and using it to his advantage.

His hand snakes its way up to your thighs again, this time under the hem of your skirt, his rough fingers grazing the soft skin there.

You bit your lips, torn between the need to focus on your studies and the sheer desire to stay right where you are, perched on his lap like some fucking temptress because you already know he's gonna call you a brat if you don't listen but it’s your homework so he's going to have to understand right?

“Sorry Toji, I really should go do my homework,” you pleaded, your voice cracking slightly because of how nervous the situation made you.

He chuckled, the deep sound vibrating through his big chest and into your body. “Homework can wait, sweetheart. Don't you wanna spend some time with your old man?.” there's no way he couldn't feel the immediate throbbing of your cunt on top of his cock when he said that. “I’m not getting any younger as the days go by, ya know.”

His free hand tilted your chin upwards, forcing your gaze to meet his. A taunting smirk played on his lips with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He knew exactly the effect he had on you and now he's taking advantage of you for it.

He adjusts his hold on you, moving you slightly on top of him and leaning back against the soft couch and pulling you along with him until you’re straddling him. His erection is pressed right at the entrance of your leaking cunt through the fabric of your panties and you're 100% sure that there's a wet stain forming on his crotch.

You let out a soft grasp, your hands instinctively gripping his massive shoulders.

“See, much better,” he rumbled, his breath fanning across your collarbone, making you shiver. “Just stay here and enjoy the movie with me and Dad will help you with your homework later, yeah?”.

He's definitely not helping you with your homework, Lmao.

[mcondance]

unfortunately the dad kink is hotter when it's a littleee incestuous, when people call you his daughter and neither of you correct them, when you buy him cards about fathers and daughters on father's day, when he's calling you his daughter while he's balls deep, when boys are asking for his blessing to date you, when people ask the two of you what you did for father's day and he's smiling and saying "oh, you know, just spent time with my daughter," when he's rejecting single moms trying to fuck him cause the only one he wants to fuck is his daughter, when he's telling you no one will ever compare to his daughter, when he's referring to himself as your dad, when he's telling you "be a good daughter and cum for me", when- [GUNSHOTS]

[barleyo]

678-999-8212.

Real Dad! Leon Kennedy X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: part two for my last fic!! ermmmm once again ily if you know the title's reference :3 this is a short addition too but idk i don't think part one required a super long part two! please read the tags, leon is mean in this one :c

Part One: here

Tags: incest (daddy-daughter), age gap (21-50s), degradation, choking, hate-sex, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, non-con, striking/smacking of the face, alcohol mention

Wordcount: 1k

Leon had never driven this fast before. To hell with every red light in his way, he needed to get home. Foot sat firmly on the gas pedal, inching further and faster the more he thought about the series of events that led him here. 

His daughter was an absolute slut. How many men had you 'entertained' like that before? How many filthy calls had you made to men who were possibly even older than himself? More than that— how had he fallen into your trap? 

He made a silent promise to himself to put the bottle down, seeing as it left him in that situation. A promise that was an empty one, but it offered him solace in the moment as he pulled into his driveway. 

Leon's feet struggled against the pavement. He was still unbearably drunk and dizzy, now with added anger and unfounded horniness. He felt gross, disgusted by the erection popping in his slacks, but he couldn't help it. He was fathering a damn siren, and god did you know what you were doing. Your sickening voice, overly sweet moans, and your slick and noisy cunt that cried for him over the phone. It was all too much.

"You fucking slut!"

Leon had never been a rough dad. He wasn't a yeller, not one for heavy discipline. After his unfortunate discovery about you, though? He was quick to slam the front door shut and run up the stairs, feet clashing against each step with a violent speed. 

Whatever you had been watching on your television was quickly shut off when you heard his tone. You scampered under your blankets and feigned sleep. You had zero clue what he was on about, but you knew it would turn ugly just by the sheer anger in his voice. He couldn't yell at a sleeping beauty like you, could he? 

Yes, obviously he could and would. Stubborn old man.

"I know you aren't asleep," Leon spat, ripping the covers off of you. You stayed still, breath pausing in your chest. "Don't act innocent, brat."

Fine, so there was no escaping this. Damn it, what was this all about?

You begrudgingly relented and opened your eyes. Arms crossed defensively over your chest, an equal mix of fear and discomfort on your face as you scanned over your dad. 

You took in everything about him. His eyebrows were drawn together. His jaw was clenched tight enough that you thought it could pop at any minute. Fists balled up at his sides. Eyes dark. Dick hard— oh. Oh?

"You wanna tell me what you were doing earlier? Any specific calls y'made?" 

"Say it."

You had never heard your father speak so roughly, and anything close to the tone he used was never directed towards you. You were his sweet girl, daddy's baby forever. Now, though, each slam of his hips into yours made you feel like a cheap whore. 

"It's not true," you said. "I'm not a slut! I'm not, I promise."

You felt his large hand's grip over your neck tighten. Tears were threatening to spill, to run down your red, stinging cheek where the mark of his hand was freshly placed. You held it in. Daddy told you not to cry, that you had no right to. 

"Was just a mistake. I'm sorry!"

"Yeah, real convincing." Leon sneered down at you. It stung more than the unrelenting thrusts, more than the way his palm met your cheek. He never looked at you like that, like you were nothing. You wanted it to stop. "I didn't raise you to be a whore. You think you're fuckin' grown, huh? Showing off for whoever rings you up like some call-center bitch?"

You wanted to kick and cry, but the words stopped in your chest. Shameful wails sprouted from you. It was all true, every word he said.

"I just wanted attention," you were finally able to make out, despite the ever firmness of his hand around your throat. "I'm sorry, I'll never do it again. Promise."

Deep down, Leon felt awful for treating you like this. He tried to reason with himself. You needed to learn. How could you learn from a 'mistake,' as you called it, without a proper punishment? He was doing the right thing. He was sure of it. He couldn't have a whore-daughter, at least not such a shameless one. 

"Yeah? How's it feel now? You're getting all the attention you want now. Not enough for you, greedy bitch?"

Thankfully for you, he released you from the chokehold he had you in. He internally winced at the already forming bruise he left. His hands found your lower stomach and he pushed down. Hard. 

"There you go. Feel every bit of my cock."

God, he was so mean. His head knocked into your cervix roughly, no regard for your pleasure. It hurt, but the friction of his girthy cock dragging against your abused walls helped a little. 

Small flutters of pleasure peaked through the rough treatment, making it semi-worth it. Maybe if you came, if you focused real hard on getting over the edge, then maybe you could forget his awful words.

He wasn't nearly that nice, though. He kept grumbling under his breath, spitting out vile insults about you. Even as his voice cracked, he couldn't help but let his hips stutter forwards into you, whispering the harshest things. 

With a final, especially rough thrust, he came. He didn't bother to pull out, he didn't even try. Rather, he burrowed further into your sore walls and marked you with his seed, claiming you like the territory you were. 

As you tried to pull away, feeling utterly used and unsatisfied, you felt his strong arms yank you back. 

"Where do you think you're going?" 

His face softened a little. Good, at least he wasn't scowling at you any more. 

"We aren't done...?"

"Not even close." He pushed your legs back, resting them over his shoulders. "Whores don't get breaks. We aren't done until I'm good and fucking satisfied."

He leaned down, dipping his head so he could spit. He watched the dribble of saliva coat your hole. 

"If you aren't gonna be my good girl anymore, the least you could do is put out."

[lavendermin]

Jing Yuan getting scolded by Fu Xuan for shirking some duties (these are a little trivial but must be done) to go wherever he disappears off to. A quick break with the healer lady, a small stroll through his estate gardens with you, etc.

But as the banter continues and he says there’s still plenty of time on his hands to finish these things up (and it’s true, or he wouldn’t go slack off otherwise), Fu Xuan lets a little comment slip by.

“That’s rich coming from the future father of eight. I suggest you allocate your time well while it lasts, general.” With a huff she storms off, but not without a warning that she expects the documents by the end of the day.

The words process a little too late.

[murdrdocs]

i like to think that in public you get mistaken for lestat's daughter bc of the way you two act (even if you don't look like him) when someone makes a comment like "what a beautiful daughter you've got Mr. Lioncourt" and you go to correct them but without missing a beat, he puts an arm around you and agrees with them. calls you his daughter again for emphasis bc he knows it's getting a reaction from you down there

you can tell what the man means by his comment almost instantly. the lioncourt name is one that has power to it. power and money and fear among some. so when the man peers down the sharp bridge of his nose at you, eyes you up and down, and compliments your beauty to lestat through up turned lips, you're desperate to clarify your real relation.

lestat pulls you closer into his side and you think he's going to do it for you. you tuck your head into his shoulder, already starting to smile as you imagine the look on the mans face when lestat speaks.

"yes, my daughter," lestat says, and you jolt.

you try to pull away, but his nails dig into the layers of clothes you wear and he keeps you right where he wants you. he looks down at you, blond hair bouncing. he widens his eyes, his lips pressed together tightly but still pulled up at the corners.

"isn't she beautiful?" he asks the man, still staring right at you. "she takes after her father in that regard, non?"

your thighs brush together beneath your dress and you bite your tongue. he'd never been so blatant about the odd relationship the two of you have. he'd never called you his daughter to anyone else, save for louis, and the effects are immediate.

lestat leans down and seals the deal with a kiss on the forehead, a completely paternal action that shouldn't make your skin burn like it does. you stay tucked into his side while he finishes the conversation with the man who's name you have yet to get. you can feel his eyes on you, but it doesn't bother you anymore. you can't think about anything other than the strong and protective loop of lestat's arm around your waist and the way he sounded as he called you his daughter.

you hope he'll call you that again tonight when your face is pressed into expensive sheets the two of you love to ruin.

[tr0physlaught3r]

Tiny, thin, flimsy, almost slippery nightgowns

Kicked in, screw-torn, almost useless bedroom door

Heavily sedated silk wrapped fleshlight

Duvet & tranq-dart rapetoy <3

[mcondance]

people with daddy issues…. call your man dad TODAY!

[barleyo]

BARELYYYYY write another daddy Leon fic, AND MY LIFE WILL BE YOURSSS

867-5309.

Real Dad! Leon Kennedy X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: this fic is shitty and short, sorry ^_^ i literally have no drive or desire to write anymore, idk what's going on with me. probably some type of brain worm! but i thought i should at least try to get something written :3 (ily whoever knows what song the title is referencing)

Tags: incest (daddy-daughter), phone sex, age gap (21 and 50-ish), mutual masturbation, no actual sex, idk dude i'm not sure what i was going for with this

Wordcount: 719

!!! DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT/DARK CONTENT !!!

"Little note wasn't lying," Leon said into his phone, sitting in his car near the back of the bar's mostly empty parking lot. "What's this about a good time, doll?"

It was too late for him to be out like this. Too late for him to be this far from sober. Too late for him to be calling some random number that was stuck to the urinal partition. And, of course, it was much too late for him to be this horny.

"Depends," a voice, your voice, spoke on the line. "What kinda night is it, mister?"

Thank god he was drunk, or else he would've heard right through your overly sensual, fake tone. Thank god you were stupid, or else you would've known it was him right from the sleazy nicknames he used.

"Tonight?" 

Dirty fucking man. His hands were practically already in his pants. Roughly palming at himself over his tented jeans to the sound of some mystery broad's voice. 

"It's a real good night, babydoll. I think you could make it better though." He pulled his zipper down, cock pulsating desperately. 

You giggled on the other line, absolutely drowning in the sudden flush of attention. That's why you slipped the damn sticky note with your burner's number into the men's room all those nights ago, hoping some horned up man old enough to be your dad would ring your line and validate you. Little did you know, that man would truly be your dad. 

"Sounds like you could use it. I don't mind 'chatting' for a bit," you said, hand finding its way all over your body. "Tell me, y'touching yourself already?"

"To a voice like yours? Of course I am."

Leon freed himself from the confines of his pants, eyes shifting anxiously as he looked around the sparse parking lot. He was a grown man, he'd jerked off to hotlines and voices on the phone all the time. In public, though? New territory completely. 

He squeezed his shaft, feeling it pulse in his hand. Thing had a heartbeat of its own at that point as it practically begging to catch some friction and relief. 

"Glad you called," you said, sliding your panties off while you spoke. You tossed them in the corner of your room mindlessly. "I've been waiting for someone to find that little note."

Leon opened his mouth to respond when he heard a soft moan escape your mouth. That was enough for him to start. He wanted to take it slow, to enjoy himself, but who was he kidding? He was a needy fucker and he wanted to cum ASAP. 

"What'cha doing right now?" he was finally able to ask, swallowing thickly as he pumped his length. "Using those cute fingers, doll?"

You hummed through an over exaggerated moan, dramatizing and putting on a show for your 'mystery man.' 

"Sure am," you said, finger curled, reaching your g-spot the best you could with the limited length it had. "But it's not as good as the real thing."

He could practically hear the pout in your voice, and it drove him crazy. You sounded like a bratty little baby, just his type. 

"Awh, aren't you a poor thing? Bet some older cock would do you good, huh?" 

He heard the squelch of your cunt through the phone speaker. It picked up the sound of your palm hitting your clit, and the little gasps of air you let out each time you slammed your fingers in.

"Guess so." You bit your bottom lip, holding back an excited squeal at his words. "You offering?" 

Leon chuckled dryly, watching the tip of his cock weep with pre as he stroked himself. "Oh, someone's eager. Sure," he said, amused smirk on his face as he started to near his climax, hand still working furiously over his cock. "I'm offering. I could use a cute thing like you, anyway. It'll be much better than just hearing ya through the phone."

"We'll see about that," you teased, phone clicking off of the line just as he started to cum. 

(XXX)-867-5309: *sent location* 

(XXX)-867-5309: pull up ;)

Wait, that address? That was his house...

"Fuck."

Leon's head fell back on the car seat headrest, brain going a mile a minute. Hand still covered in stray spurts of cum.

"Fuck!"

[lavendermin]

dont leave us hanging on dilf jing yuan and kindergarten teacher darling's spicy sweet love story, darling. I mean we love to hear the tea, right teacher? :)

Fic for it coming soon! There’s plenty of little shenanigans I’m throwing in there. Love the miscommunication and misinformation trope. Here a little idea for it I’ve had marinating

Jing Yuan is already plenty whipped only a few weeks into Yanqing starting kindergarten. He is just so enamored by how personable you are and how well you work with the kids (and are very much like a mother figure to Yanqing a few months in).

Some nice chats and parent-teacher conferences and he’s hopelessly smitten. He hides it well of course. Stupidly thinks he can play the long game of courting you (but hasn’t officially asked you on a date or anything). He’s a fool in love, don’t blame him.

However, you are out on a Friday leaving the kids with a substitute teacher for the day. A jarring experience to the little ones so used to their darling teacher. She explains you had to go to the doctor but you would be back on Monday, no problem. The substitute of course doesn’t explain further because what would the five year olds care.

During their little snack break Yanqing’s little table end up wondering what’s wrong with you because hospital equals ‘bad things happened’ in their little minds.

“What if Teacher never comes back?” one kid asks as they munch on an apple.

It sets an unease in Yanqing. His attachment is too great at this point.

One of his classmates pipes up to cheer him up. She goes on to explain that her mom is going to have a baby so she goes to the hospital all the time. That in one of the hospital visits they’ll tell her if she gets a little brother or a sister. So clearly by that logic, the teacher must also be having a baby, right?

“How was school?” Jing Yuan asks over dinner.

Little Yanqing pushes a few pieces of broccoli around on his plate, his eyebrows scrunched in thought.

“Teacher wasn’t there today,” he starts.

“Oh? That’s new.”

“She went to the doctor because she’s sick with a baby,” he explains as best as he can remember per his little friend debate in school.

Jing Yuan nearly chokes on his water.

And truly he thinks it’s so over for him now that he thinks you have a partner and a baby on the way. (You don’t but he’ll find that out eventually lol)

Needless to say, he sulks for the next week. Hard.

[proship-froggo]

X Marks The Spot

Summary: After his wife filed for divorce and moved out with the youngest son in tow, renowned police sergeant Simon Westfield and his daughter Samantha deal with the empty house and creeping loneliness in unconventional ways.

Content Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat: Father x Daughter Relationship, Underage, Teenage Daughter, Age Gap (Duh), Mentions Of Divorce, Mentions Of Instable Family Relations, Explicit Sexual Content, Emotional Coercion, Mental Coercion

A/N: This is a work of fiction and meant for adult audiences. If you continue to read below the cut, you confirm to have read the warnings.

“I think that’s enough now, no?” Simon put his book back onto the nightstand, taking his reading glasses off in the very same motion before looking at his daughter who was busy scrolling through her TikTok feed, her eyes already falling shut for the better part.

“Huh?” Samantha unplugged the Bluetooth earphones and turned to Simon whilst lowering her phone.

“Enough brain rot, sweety, you’re halfway asleep already.” Without any protest, the teenage girl followed his reasonable demand and discarded the phone and earpods to remain connected to their respective chargers.

The girl stretched herself, the frilly seams of her PJ top slightly riding above her belly button and exposing parts of her soft-to-the-touch stomach.

“Can you drive me to school tomorrow?” Simon raised his eyebrows a little.

“Isn’t Emilia going to pick you up?” Samantha shook her head and tugged her hand underneath her pillow before her dad had even finished the question.

“Nu-uh. She’s gotten sick over the weekend.” Samantha got comfortable, legs all wrapped around her duvet as she looked at Simon.

“In that case, sure can do.” He underlined his decision with a brief nod of his head before turning off the nightstand lamp, drenching the bedroom in darkness and nonverbally ending the conversation here.

A calm kind of quiet flooded the room as soon as the lights were out - Samantha’s breathing slowed quickly after her eyes had been given a proper break from the onslaught of quick-cut videos. Sometimes Simon really felt like the ultimate millennial, worrying about his daughter's attention span but then again she was right at the top of her classes, a smart young lady. He shoved the beginning worries away, turning onto his side to listen to his daughter falling asleep.

He always did it, made sure that she was safely tucked away and comfortable before he so much as shut his eyes. Simon was endlessly proud of his daughter for spearheading through whatever it was that life threw at her, for dealing with the divorce so well, never dropping out in school or her extracurriculars. He knew that she was in distress, he sensed it, knowing his daughter arguably better than the woman who birthed her, and yet she hid it well. However, to him, it shined through in the way Samantha clung to him in every waking moment. He didn’t mind it, not at all, yet, he hoped that he was able to carry her through this rough patch as best as he could.

Mentally, he crossed another day from his internal calendar and instinctively threw his arm around Samantha’s waist to hold her close whilst she drifted off into sleep but this night something was different, lingering hues of something else wafted through the air, keeping Simon glued to his ever-racing thoughts. Thoughts about what-ifs, the precinct, his colleagues and all those things connected to his public persona, kept him uneasy and slightly shifting between the sheets.

The past weeks hadn’t been easy, neither on Samantha nor on him but he had to be strong for her right now. He wouldn’t allow himself to lose face and fall into despair just because the road ahead had suddenly turned unexpectedly bumpy. No, Simon held himself to the strict standard of keeping his head upright, for his own sake but predominantly for his daughter’s.

The slender figure next to him turned, long and fair-skinned limbs entangled with the blanket and Simon’s breath hitched around the root of his tongue as he sensed how Samantha rolled her hips against the fabric, her body reacting on its own as a quiet sigh slipped from between plush lips.

Vibrant and vivid pictures flooded Simon’s mind, taking him back to an evening a few weeks ago: Samantha probably expected him to be at the precinct for a little longer and used the moments of privacy to watch some porn on her phone.

Simon hadn’t told her that he knew, that he was aware of what had happened in this bed, her legs all sprawled out as nervous and needy fingers had worked beneath the waistband of her shorts. Simon would never embarrass his daughter like that, it would taint the memory of watching her twitch and whine, her beautiful head lolling back into the pillows as she got to know her body a little better.

Simon had stood waiting behind the door, attentively listening to what his daughter liked to watch and catching himself getting slightly envious of the state of current technology - back in his day, he’d have to take a catalogue for bathing fashion to get himself off instead of just opening PornHub and being flooded with whatever would make his cock twitch and throb that day.

The sergeant's skin started getting hot, his palm, still resting on his daughter’s hip, feeling like it would catch fire and burn right through her any second now. Another innocent roll of her waist, Samantha working the feathery duvet between her thighs with her brain on autopilot, and it squeezed the air from Simon’s lungs, blood rushing south and causing him to strain against his sweatpants shortly after. Looking inward, Simon felt a thousand thoughts a second pushing past behind his eyes, an avalanche of moral decisions being made in between heartbeats - it seemed out of reach but for someone like Simon, The Sergeant, nothing was ever truly out of reach.

His ribcage filled with a shaky breath and his fingertips lifted just ever so slightly from Samantha’s skin before his palm shoved onward, one liquid smooth movement, long and slender digits dipping down along the curve of her thigh and working themselves between the blanket and the thin fabric of her pyjama shorts. Simon couldn’t choke it back, a guttural, raspy groan getting lost in his daughter's hairline as he felt her body heat soak through the cloth.

The girl stirred, her consciousness being pulled from the very brief period of rest immediately.

“Shhh.”, Simon was quick to shush her gently, “It’s fine, it’s okay, baby. You were dreaming.”

Samantha blinked a few times in the dark, mind and body trying to coordinate what exactly was happening, a strange and unfamiliar feeling of pleasure buzzing through her lower abdomen.

“Dad?” Her voice was a little raspy from being woken up so swiftly.

“Issok, honey. You were humping the blanket, baby.” Simon’s tone was saccharine-sweet and low as he whispered the words into against the shell of her ear and he felt bold enough the let the tips of his fingers snake their way underneath the fabric, now touching her directly - smoothly shaved skin against the pads of his fingers and a little sear of wetness as he explored greedily.

Samantha arched her back against her father's front, actively shoving her ass into his lap, a quiet moan rolling over her tongue as her legs spread just ever so slightly.

“There, there. Just let me make you feel good.” There was no protest in her body language, not even the smallest hint of hesitation; the very least he would’ve expected but Samantha gave in to him immediately.

“You’re such a perfect Daddy’s girl, aren’t you? Always so good. Just trust me.” Simon felt himself getting lightheaded with pressing arousal as his daughter reached out to wrap her tender palm around his wrist, undoubtedly feeling the bones around his knuckles working as his fingers moved, slowly drawing tight circles around her swollen clit.

“Dad, please…”Her grip around his wrist tightened with every shaky breath she inhaled into the darkened bedroom as her heart hammered against her ribcage.

The girl knew that it was wrong. None of her friends would do those things with their father but feeling him against her was simply too intoxicatingly good for her to care.

“What, baby? What do you need from me?” Just articulating those words pulled a gush of precum to pool at the tip of his aching cock.

Samantha let her head fall against her father’s shoulder, fingers pulling at his wrist for Simon’s hand to slide further, the full length of his fingers stroking through soaked labia and causing her to tremble underneath his touch.

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” Her hips started moving anew as the girl started rubbing herself on her dad’s greedy fingers, her arousal smearing his fingers quickly.

Simon wanted to push into her, to feel Samantha from the inside and it took everything within not to let his fingers wander that little bit. He wanted to, wanted to stretch her with his fingers and hear her moan from it, yet, he couldn’t afford to push his luck like that.

Whatever it was that happened right now, it would come with consequences and Simon knew that he would have to deal with it in the morning and the more bite-sized the act of trespassing the easier it would be on Samantha.

“Would never, honey. Does that feel so good, yeah?” She nodded, the back of her head rubbing against his collarbone.

His little girl, so easy to please because she’d never experienced the insufferable sexual ignorance of a horny teenage boy and in Simon's honest opinion she never would. There was no need for her to make those experiences, his daughter deserved better than the rest and he’d get her to understand that as well.

“Feels so much better than doing it yourself, no?”, Her father's comments pushed a red blush of embarrassment onto her face and caused her thighs to clench around his hand, only increasing the sensation, “Issok, Sammy, it’s just normal. Relax, honey. Let me make you cum.”

Unbothered by the little movements of her hips, Simon’s slender fingers worked between her legs, stroking and rubbing over her most sensitive spots and feeling how she gradually started melting into his careful grasp. Every leftover doubt oozed out of her and into Simon’s palm the longer he caressed her whilst his lips dipped down to playfully nip at the responsive skin of her neck - a little something her mother had been particularly fond of but had tasted like layers of perfume most of the time to Simon’s dismay. However, the only things he tasted now were little hints of evaporated sweat and her.

The sergeant, again, had to fight with his urges to simply suckle a little hickey into his daughter’s neck. It would’ve been way too risky, especially at school with her gaggle of newly boy-crazy and hormonal teenage friends.

“Dad…” It trickled from Samantha’s bottom lip in a whimper, her body strung up tight like on a livewire and Simon could feel her heart thrashing in her ribcage, hammering and thumbing so close to climax, however, he slowed down, dragging it out fully on purpose.

“What is it, princess? Do you wanna cum, yeah?” He allowed his middle finger to dip between soaked labia, the hot and wet flesh pulsing all around the digit whilst the tip ghosted slow circles around his daughter’s throbbing cunt - the innocence of her virgin body so close and aching for the rapture.

A groan rumbled through the sergeant's chest as he pushed in, up to the first knuckle, only that and not further, the tip of his finger caressing the swollen insides should be more than enough for now whilst palm softly pressed down against Samantha’s aching clit.

A whole new sensation jolted through her body, a warm rush of pleasure effectively dumbing her down to the colossal fuck up happening between a daughter and her father, family with rotten roots and kin with equal hunger - with her it only had needed a little push to set it free.

“Fuck.” The girl rolled her hips into her father's welcoming palm as she arched her back, pushing his finger deeper inside with the flow of the motion and moaning into the sombre bedroom with reckless abandon.

Samantha found herself shaking from an orgasm bearing such intensity she’d never been able to give herself in the brief time she’d started exploring her developing body. She felt him inside of her as her muscles contracted around his slowly moving finger, coaxing every little, delicate sensation out of firing nerve endings until nothing but a thumbing pulse was left in her lower abdomen and she started coming down from her mind-numbingly ecstatic high. Simon slowly pulled out, fingers still flattened out against puffy and wet flesh, his hand slowly stroking as if he was petting the back of her head or the curve of her shoulder.

Samantha’s thoughts tried catching up, tried making sense of what just happened and hadn’t stopped just yet. The inevitable gush of clarity that reached her briefly after feeling sky-high for a few seconds screamed at her that this was wrong - so wrong. Yet, the rest of her didn’t exactly follow suit and she felt like something was wrong with her for not fighting back but instead enjoying it, savouring every little shred of attention and feeling loved in a way that perhaps was able to fill the hole that had opened up inside of her since her mother and little brother had moved out about two months ago.

In the span of a heartbeat, Samantha suddenly turned awkwardly self-aware, recognising the wetness pooling between her thighs, Simon still caressing her shaved pussy and his hard-on inevitably straining against the curve of her ass through the cloth of her sweatpants.

Simon picked up on the sudden change in the atmosphere immediately, not pulling back just yet but asking: “You want me to go, baby?”

Samatha shook her head ever so slightly and a knowing grin spread all over his face. Hook, line and sinker, his daughter had gobbled it all up.

“No.” Her voice was faint, insecure, and Simon pounced on it.

[thus-spoke-lo]

Accidentally calling shanks dad instead of daddy when he's fucking you and feeling his dick twitch hard inside you as he lets out the most wrecked horny moan 🤭

Ffff—this man is utterly filthy and the way he throbs at the word is unhinged. Next time you call him “daddy” in bed, he just grins and shakes his head, corrects you with a growl and a soft, “No…that’s not it, is it?”

[murdrdocs]

dad bf lestat evasively tells louis what y'all have been up to and louis immediate response is disgust. he's berating lestat for laying with "his own daughter" and he's watching a sick, self assured smirk spread across lestat's lips. louis is truly disgusted, but there's that sick sense of jealousy settling in him as well.

[emoboyfag]

old man who's like my dad 😵‍💫

what if I go to house party and drink too much and pass out on a couch in the basement, but while I'm passed out the person who threw the party's parents come home and kick everyone out. By the time I wake up the dad has one hand in my pants just groping and feeling. He insists I can't go home, that I drank too much and should sleep it off here. He grabs my limp hand and shoves it into his own half undone jeans and I feel his hard dick rub all over it. I'm still too out of it to even consider moving. The man jacks me off with one hand and holds mine to his cock with the other while I watch helplessly. He keeps mumbling how stupid I am, how clearly I wanted this. At some point I pass out again and when I wake up again my hand is covered in his cum and my pants are sticking to me.

[mcondance]

“you gonna be nice for your old man?” i need that right now

[plushdoatboy]

mommy fucked me to sleep so daddy could rape my ass without having to deal with my screams :3

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

Hilarious (suggestive) comic headcanon

Ambrosius (fatherless) called Blackheart Daddy once as a joke and Blackheart (massive daddy issues) fucking HATED it and the whole time they were having their little spat Ambrosius would occasionally call him that to piss him off when there was nobody else around

Once they got back together it became a joke of theirs and at this point Ballister found it both endearing and violently annoying. Esp whenever he'd get a lil annoyed at Amb over something silly and he'd be like "Oh no daddy, are you gonna spank me?"

And then he'd get flustered because of course he wants to spank him but also "DO NOT FUCKING CALL ME THAT"