#k-p-p-d

[fluffylilbro]

Daddy teaching big bro how to rape me while I’m intoxicated and easy to move around >>>

“It’ll be a lot harder than this when he’s sober, he’ll be fightin’ ya a lot more.” Daddy says while holding my legs open, showing off the damp spot on my boxers to my big bro.

Big bro watching as daddy fucks his big cock into my cunt. Claiming that I don’t want this while my cunt squeezes and clenches around my daddy’s cock.

Nd when it’s my big bro’s turn he disregards everything and jus holds me down by my wrists while rapidly thrusting into me, forgetting about my pleasure and everything that daddy showed him jus so he can cum inside me.

Looks like daddy’ll jus have to teach him again nd again till he gets it right :(

[kittygirlari]

“i’m 30 years older than you” mhm please teach pathetic inexperienced little me how to be the best girl for you

[the-chandrian-ii]

Empty slut brain activated.

[daisyblogsblog]

I deserve a daddy that eat ass 😭😭

[babyrascalx]

need a mommy or daddy to make me worse <3

[zaqnette]

"Dad, please take it out!" Daughter >< "You're doin' good baby, daddy's almost done." Dad ♥

[kittygirlari]

i need to desperately sit in a man’s lap and suck on his fingers

[actressposts]

[next-door-kiddo]

Pervy!dad who: gets mean when you misbehave. If you mouth off, if you tease and don’t put out? You lose your privilege to cum. "Nuh-uh kiddo" he tsks, pressing the vibrator hard against your cock, watching your thighs tremble.

"You don’t get to cum. Not after you acted like a little brat all day. You can shake and cry all you want but you’re not cumming tonight, I meant it kid.

Pervy!dad who: takes you shopping, drags you into a fitting room, shoves you against the mirror, and opens you up on his fingers- all while whispering the filthiest shit in your ear. "Think anyone can hear you, baby?" he murmurs,

"Think some poor shopper is standing outside right now, listening to the way I’m stretching you out?

"Fuck- bet you’d love that, huh? Bet you’d cum right on the spot if someone walked in and saw you like this, daddy's big fingers invading that little kid-hole."

Pervy!dad who: never lets you sleep through the night undisturbed. You wake up to his hands already on you, his cock pressed to your hole, rubbing slow and lazy. He’s barely even awake himself, just grinding against you like it’s instinct. "fuck kiddo, you're so warm"

Pervy!dad who: bans you from wearing underwear when you’re out with him. Doesn’t matter if you’re running errands, at dinner with friends, or sitting across from him at a fucking family gathering- he wants you bare, wants your cock pressing against the rough fabric of your jeans, wants to watch you squirm. "What’s wrong, baby?" he taunts.

That denim a little too much? Can’t stop thinking about how good my spit would feel, huh? How easy it’d be to just slide my hand right in, jerk you off under the table?"

Pervy!dad who: makes you sit on his cock every night before bed- not to fuck, not to grind, just to sit there, stretched and stuffed full of his thick Dad cock while he scrolls on his phone, watches TV or talks about his day.

Pervy!dad who: comes home after a long day, peels off his sweat-drenched briefs/boxers/jockstrap, and immediately shoves them against your face. Doesn’t even give you time to protest, he just holds them there, lets the scent- thick, musky and overpowering- completely consume you.

"That's it kiddo" he coos, watching your lashes flutter, your lips part against the damp fabric. "You’re already getting hard, aren’t you? You like this. Like the way Dad fucking stinks."

And he doesn’t stop there. Oh, no.

Next thing you know, he’s pressing your wrists to the bed, rolling his hips forward- grinding his hard, musky, dad cock right up against your face.

"C’mon, kiddooo..." he practically fucking purrs, "Show me how much you love my fucking scent. Open up that pretty mouth for Dad"

Pervy!dad who: makes you rut against his thigh like a desperate little mutt in heat, grinding your soaked, aching cock against the rough denim of his jeans while he leans back, arms crossed, watching you humiliate yourself.

"That’s it, kiddo, keep goin" he says, all mockingly. "Look at you- rubbing yourself off like a fuckin’ dog. You that needy puppy boy?

Pervy!dad who: keeps your cock locked in a tight, metal cage, your cock swollen, leaking, begging for release. And the worst part? He wears the fucking key around his neck, dangling just out of reach, reminding you who owns your pleasure.

"See this, kid?" he smirks, pulling it into his mouth, sucking on the metal before letting it drop against his chest.

"This little thing decides if you cum today- or if you stay my desperate, aching little boy for another week."

And when he does finally let you out?

"Better thank me for letting you feel my hand again. Better tell me how lucky you are to have a daddo like me kid, or I’ll snap this cage back on so fucking fast."

Pervy!dad who: owns your boy-hole - who keeps you plugged up, stretched open, always ready for him, even when you're out in public. And the best part? He’s got a remote.

"Be good at dinner, ok kid?" he warns, kissing your cheek before shoving the plug deep inside you, making you whine. "Or I’ll crank it up right when the waiter comes over. You don't wanna embarrass dad out in public kiddo, ya hear me? I'll make you regret it."

And of course- even with you being on your best behavior, your filthy Dad finds a way to make up a stupid excuse to say that you failed. Suddenly- click.

The vibration pulses inside you, deep and unrelenting, and you have to bite your lip to keep from moaning.

"Uh-oh," he grins, sipping his drink. "You look flustered kid. You feeling alright? Hm?"

When you finally break, panting, clutching at his sleeve- he just chuckles, leans in, and whispers, "Go ahead and cum, kiddo. Soak your fucking pants in the middle of this restaurant- I dare you."

[cupidiscoy]

where is my stalker omg ?!? i need to talk to someone who actually pays attention ..

[dnpbeats]

what is the funniest dan and phil exchange to ever exist and why is it this:

(oct 18 2009)

[zaqnette]

Inspo: 1 & 2 (🌽Links)

While I was asleep, my daddy sneaked into my room to check my phone out of curiosity. He had noticed that I’d been glued to it 24/7 lately and that I no longer left it lying around the house like I used to and anytime someone glanced at my screen, I got defensive. He decided to go through my Tumblr and found plenty of liked post about dad's making love to their daughters.

That's how he ended up on top of me while I was laying on my stomach, ate and fingered my cunny, then fuck it. I woke up, but he shoved my face into the pillow so I wouldn’t wake mommy.

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[nymphymia]

ᛝ꣑ৎ‎ Dear diary…

(part 2)

I tried to push Dad off before he went too far. I felt so small beneath his huge, veined hands.

He'd already ripped through my slutty skirt and tiny panties as if they weren't even there. Spreading my legs wide, he pulled my ass into his hips, and I felt my own Dad's cock-bulge hard against my clitty. Even though I knew this was wrong, I couldn't help but squirm and moan and push back into him. I then heard his belt unbuckle, and his pants fall to his ankles.

"No! Mom will hear us, we can't-" I cried, before getting silenced by a hard slap.

"SHUT UP!" He yelled, then after spitting all over my tight teen asshole, he forced his two middle fingers into me so deep I felt the cold of his golden wedding ring against my hole.

I tried not to make a sound, I didn't want Dad to hit me again…

But then…I could feel Dad's big adult cock stretching my cunny, as if having my ass fingered wasn't enough! I struggled to keep my legs open for Dad when he was splitting me two. "Daddy…Stop…I can't take it…"

Dad slapped me again and thrusted harder and harder into my pussy. Then he grabbed my panties and shoved them into my mouth to shut me up.

I could only cry in silence while Daddy used my pussy, grabbed my tits and spanked my ass with bruising force. I felt like I could die, my womb was stuffed with his cum and my insides were starting to overflow with it. It hurt but I could feel like I was completely his, like I was fulfilling my purpose as his incest slut.

My body was trembling, squirming uncomfortably. I felt my cunny clenching hard and twitching around his cock. And just as I was about to cum…he suddenly pulled out.

Daddy finally pulled my panties out of my mouth, and…just gave me a kiss. I was too weak to resist or question what was going on, so I just watched silently while he dressed me again. He then put me in a sweater and some baggy pants.

I looked at him confused. He told me I could go now, with the condition that I had to walk around with his seed inside of me for being such a little whore.

Mommy was so pleased when she saw my new outfit, praising Daddy for "correcting" me. I wonder if she would feel the same way if she knew what he really did…

Anyways, I could finally go out after all! Edging and with my Dad's seed inside of me…(๑﹏๑//)

[next-door-kiddo]

Original post inspo by @urburnoutolderbro "The finding out your favorite cam boy who you’ve been jerking off to for months now is actually your annoying little brother who you fucking hate trope is running through my mind on repeat"

You don’t know his name.

You don’t know what he looks like.

But you know his body.

Every line of it. Every flex of his fingers, every arch of his back. You’ve watched him for months- this faceless, teasing little cam boy who never talks, never shows his face, but fucks himself so perfectly that it’s ruined you for anything else.

You’re obsessed.

You hate cams, hate porn, hate how desperate this has made you, but he’s got a hold on you that you cannot shake.

So when his latest video pops up- Face Reveal, Final Stream- your stomach drops.

You really shouldn’t care. You should just jerk off, like always, and move the fuck on.

Your hands were already moving, clicking the video open.

It starts like normal. The camera angled down, bare thighs spread, a hand teasing over soft, flushed skin. A slow, shuddering inhale.

Then-

The camera tilts up.

And your whole world fucking stops.

The face staring back at you- the half-lidded eyes, the messy hair, the cocky smile the little mole on his cheek-

It’s him.

Your stomach drops.

No. No, no, no fucking way.

It can’t be.

But then he laughs, soft and teasing, the same fucking laugh you’ve heard a thousand times, the voice that’s grated on your nerves every fucking day.

And you know.

Every moan, every gasp, every filthy little whimper you’ve been jerking off to.

It was him.

Your little brother.

Your annoying, insufferable, cocky fucking piece-of-shit lil brother.

You don’t even realize you’re staring at the screen lost in your own thoughts Until the door behind you creaks open.

“Yo, your order-”

You whip around, and there he is.

Standing in your doorway.

Wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a loose pair of boxers, hair still damp from a shower, looking soft, comfortable- and barging in like he owns the fucking world.

Like he hasn’t just ruined yours.

His gaze flicks down to your laptop.

Sees the paused video.

Sees his own fucking face.

Silence.

Then- slowly, so fucking smugly-

“Oh.”

A grin spreads across his lips.

“Ohhh.”

You black out.

Or at least, you must, because the next thing you know, you’re out of your chair, crossing the room, grabbing him by the front of that oversized fucking shirt and pushing him back against your wall.

His breath stutters- just for a second, before he recovers, his smirk widening.

“No way, dude,” he breathes, eyes flicking down, landing right where you’re still hard, where your cock is pressing against your sweats, undeniable proof of what you were just doing.

His lips part- something sharp and taunting about to slip out-

But you don’t fucking let him.

Your fingers twist into the fabric of his shirt, yanking him forward so hard he stumbles- right into the brutal crash of your lips. It’s not a kiss; it’s a fucking claim. spit slicks between your lips, your tongue pushing deep, fucking into his mouth like you’re trying to shut him up from the inside out. His gasp is swallowed whole, a broken little whimper that only makes you kiss him harder, filthier, like you’re trying to brand your fucking hate into him.

He gasps, shocked, but then he’s grabbing you back, fingers twisting in your hoodie, pulling, dragging- letting you shove him backward toward the bed.

You don’t throw him down.

You place him there, slowly, looming over him as you tear your hoodie off, as you watch his chest rise and fall, as you drink in the flush creeping up his neck.

His lips are red, spit-slick, kiss-bruised.

His thighs fall apart just slightly.

A challenge.

You press a knee to the mattress, climbing over him, your fingers digging into his hips. His boxers are loose, already slipping down, teasing just enough of the smooth skin underneath to make your teeth clench.

“So,” he breathes, licking his lips, looking up at you. “Is this your way of proving that you haven’t been jerking off to me every night?”

Your fingers tighten.

And then- deliberately-you lean in, and you decided to take a risky educated guess.

“You gonna act like you haven’t been getting off to the idea of me watching?”

He whimpers.

It’s quiet, barely there- but it’s enough.

You grab his jaw, tilting his head up, watching his pupils blow wide.

You know this body. You know every single inch of it. You’ve studied it for months, your hand wrapped around the outline of cock, your head filled with every slow drag of his fingers over his skin, every tremor of his thighs when he edged himself just right.

And now? Now, you have him.

You grab his jaw, tilting his head up, forcing him to meet your gaze. His pupils are blown, his lips parted, his breath shaky.

"Go on, then," you murmur, your lips ghosting against his ear. "Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me how wrong it is that we’re doing this."

His fingers curl into the sheets.

You slide a hand beneath his shirt, dragging it up, letting your fingertips graze the skin you’ve memorized. The way his stomach tenses? You’ve seen it, in every video where he worked himself open so slowly, teasing himself until he was shaking.

And tonight was no different.

Because he had just filmed, hadn’t he?

Had just fucked himself open for the camera- for you- even before knowing you’d be the one claiming him for real.

Your hand ghosts down, fingers teasing against the slick mess between his thighs, and you smirk.

"That dildo do a good enough job stretching you out, baby?"

His whole body jerks.

A full-body shiver, his chest rising and falling too quickly, his throat bobbing with a swallow.

His voice is hoarse when he mutters, "Fuck me..."

And you smirk.

"Thought you'd never ask."

You take him apart.

Slowly.

Making him feel every second of it- the deliberate scrape of your teeth against his throat, the way your fingers dig into his hips, the slow, teasing drag of your now-freed cock along his slicked-up entrance.

You push his legs apart, hook them over your shoulders, watch him tremble.

"Don’t worry," you murmur, pressing in, just barely breaching him, "I’ll make you feel real good, cam boy."

And then you sink inside.

He chokes on a gasp, back arching, head thrown back.

No resistance.

None.

Just pure, filthy, well-fucked heat that swallows you whole.

"Fuck," you groan, dropping your forehead to his, breathing him in. "You were made for this."

His nails bite into your back.

His lips part- his voice a wrecked, desperate moan of your name.

You don’t ease up. You don’t let him catch his breath, don’t give him a second to process the filthy reality of what’s happening-

how his most loyal fan aka. his big brother is now buried balls-deep inside him, fucking him open like he was "made" for this.

Your hips snap forward, harder, meaner, making him let out a lewd fucking moan before you clamp a hand over his mouth.

"Shh, shh," you coo mockingly, "Don’t wanna wake up Dad, do we?"

He whimpers against your palm, eyes fluttering shut as his body jerks with every merciless thrust. You grin.

"Though, seeing how fast you turned into a desperate little slut for me, I gotta wonder..." You drag your cock deep, making him writhe, his body trembling beneath you. "You ever think about my Dad fucking this hole too?"

You watch the way his breath hitches, the way his lashes flutter, the way his hole clenches around you at just the mention.

"Oh, you have, haven’t you?" You keep rolling your hips, slow and deliberate. "Bet you’ve laid in this very bed, while I'm away at college, legs spread, fingers deep in your perfect hole, thinking about both of us taking turns on you. Fuck- maybe even at the same time."

He whimpers, shaking, his cock dripping between you.

"Filthy lil fag, aren't ya? You really are just begging to be ruined, huh?"

"Fuck- every inch of this skin, I know it. I’ve memorized it." Your free hand trails down, dragging over his stomach, feeling the way his muscles tense, the way his cock twitches against his belly.

"I watched you spread yourself open so fucking slow, teasing, whining, making those pretty little gasps.

"I've seen the way keep edging yourself for hours, was it just to think of going insane, huh? Just to see how long I’d last before I’d fucking snap?"

His thighs tremble around your waist, his heels digging into your back, desperate.

"You wanted this." He lets out the filthiest fucking moan-somewhere between a sob and a plea- his eyes glassy, lips parted, his cock leaking against your stomach.

You shove your fingers into his mouth to shut him up, feeling his tongue curl around them, his breath hot and needy. "God, you’re so fucking easy."

You roll your hips deeper, drawing out a shuddering gasp from his spit-slick lips. "Bet you got off to the idea of me catching you, didn’t you?" Your voice drops lower, filthier. "Bet you pictured me storming in after another load blown to your pretty little videos, grabbing you by the back of the neck, bending you over-"

His whole body convulses. A pathetic little cry bubbles up in his throat, his cock twitching, drooling onto his stomach.

"Shhh, baby," you hush, nipping his earlobe, voice heavy with condescension. "Don’t wanna get caught now, do we? What would Daddy think, huh? His sweet little boy getting ruined by his big bro, getting fucked open like a cheap little whore?*"

His fingers claw at your back, his whole body tightening around you, and fuck- he’s so close. So are you. And you’re gonna make sure when he falls apart, he knows exactly who owns him.

“You’re not going on hiatus by the way”

He barely registers your words at first, still dazed, but then his lashes flutter, and he tries to push back. You don’t let him.

“You’re gonna keep streaming,” you murmur, voice often interrupted by low grunts into his ear. “And you’re gonna have a new guest. Me.”

His breath stutters. “You-”

“I mean, unless you’d rather your dad find out what his precious son has been up to?” Your grip tightens just enough to remind him who’s in control here. “I’m sure he’d love to see how good you look on your knees. or how you look riding a dildo like your life depends on it, cumming handsfree and all”

Panic flashes across his face.. But you don’t give him a chance to process- you just fuck into him harder, chasing that inevitable high. The bed beneath him rocks with every snap of your hips, the camera’s red light blinking, capturing every second of it.

His moans turn breathless, high-pitched, wrecked. “I- fuck, I c-can’t-” “Yes, you can,” you growl,

“You’re gonna cum for me lil bro. You’re gonna let me ruin you.”

His fingers claw helplessly at the sheets, his whole body trembling. “I- oh, f-fuck-”

And then it happens.

His back bows, body locking up as his orgasm crashes over him, untouched cock twitching before it spurts white ropes across his entire body. His walls clamp down around you, squeezing so tight that it shoves you over the edge with him.

“Fuck,” you growl, slamming in deep one last time, heat exploding down your spine. You barely have time to think before you’re spilling inside him, filling him up until it’s leaking around your cock.

Your fingers dig into his waist as you finally still, breath ragged, your cum already spilling out through his plugged hole. His body trembles beneath you, completely wrecked, face turned to the side as he gasps for air.

“…You,” he pants, dazed, “are fucking insane.”

You smirk, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck before pulling out, watching as your cum spills down his thighs.

“And you,” “are mine.”

Neither of you notice the shadow lingering just outside the door.

Unbeknownst to you, your father had already seen the video. Already knew exactly what his son had been up to.

And now, hearing it all unfold in real time?

Well.

It seemed things were about to get even more interesting.

[babyrascalx]

something about a baggy hoodie in the autumn that makes me feel pretty n small <3