🧸 . . . ꒰ all about kiddo ! ꒱
⁺ .⠀ nonbinary sub ❤︎ twenty⠀ ₊˚
they / them ୨ৎ nsfw 18+ space
° ⋆ taboo / trauma kinks no tw ⋆ °
⤷ dni minors, maps, edtwt ˎˊ˗
♡ + ↻ to be moots ⟡ i am selective .ᐟ
"i love you so fucking much," dad grunted, quickening his thrusts as he violates you. "you are the best kid i could have ever asked for. fuck baby shhhh, don't cry. dad does this becuase he loves you. dad just can't help it baby, you are too perfect."
"Dada is sorry.. I'm so sorry little one. Don't cry. Please its going to be all over soon. You promised to be a big girl for me.. Didn't you? Yes, you did baby. Take Papa's adult parts you're Dada's precious liddle girl. My previous baby, you make Dada so so happy... Mhm."
Holding them down. Tears streaming down their face. Their mouth stuffed with their soaked underwear and their pretty cunt as hungry and programmed as always. Squeezing around its favorite thing, throbbing at every thrust. Papa's taking advantage again. Poor thing.
cg that can’t help themselves. cg that gets u up on the changing table and can’t not show u how to feel like a big kid. u’ve been so good recently. cg that ends up crying harder than u about what they’re doing because the guilt is all consuming. cg that spills into u anyway.
the hands that wiped your tears and brushed your hair are now the same hands that rip orgasm after orgasm out of you. but your dad is still your dad, and he can’t resist the urge to sooth your cries and brush your hair back from your face. you’ll always be his baby.
daddy baby talking you into foreplay "is my little baby wet huh?", "oh, it's all tingly down there?", "C'mere princess, let dada check on your baby parts"
reassuring you when you start whimpering from daddy's fingers touching your cunnie, "it's okay princess, dada’s got you sweetheart", "there we go, there's a good little girl", "doesn’t it feel good dada touching your little girl parts"
Dad who sneaks crushed up sleeping pills in my night time juice just to later coax me into his arms when I start complaining of feeling funny.
Barely able to keep my eyes open or use complete sentences, much less be able to fight off wandering hands and violation.
Half braindead just grinding away on him due to muscle memory, unable to process the words he's saying to you, nor your surroundings. Drooling broken toy with a thousand-yard stare.
Kiddo grindin' on my thigh, pleading through tears for me to just fuck them already. Maybe when you're older, sweetheart; you're much too little to know what you're askin' for.
“you’re too little for that.” “the adults are speaking.” “little ones are meant to be seen and not heard.” “so many big big feelings, i know baby.” “it’s only natural for you to need me for everything; you’re just a little kid” “behave.” “babies don’t get opinions.”