Thinking Of Dad Reminding Me How Much Younger I Am. How Much Older They Are. How Wrong This Is. How Dads

The only problem with having a wetting kink is that I can be sitting at my desk like a normal productive grownup and then I realize I have to pee and suddenly I don't feel so grown-up anymore 😳

violate is another of those just really marvelous words. the way it feels as a thought and on your tongue, incomparable

faggot is a sweet petname.to me

kiddo’s special sleepover (part 1)

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NSFW/20+ TO INTERACT

CW: fauxcest/incest roleplay, daddy/daughter, ageplay, rape play/cnc, intox play, somno

Disclaimer: of course everything im writing is strictly a fantasy + is to be acted out only between consenting adults !!!

- part one below -

You’ve been peeking in on me for awhile, telling yourself that you’re doing what any good parent would. For several weeks you’ve been looking through the crack in my door late at night to see me grinding my kid parts against my stuffies and falling asleep needy and upset. You haven’t given me the talk yet, so you know I must not have any idea what these feelings are building up inside me. You’ve watched how I rub myself against my stuffed animals not knowing what I’m doing or how to make myself feel really good. It’s been night after night of this, so you finally decide to do something about it.

The next morning you ask if I wanna have a sleepover with one of my friends and of course I bounce up and down and say, “Yes daddy!”

When dinner time comes around, you slip something into my friend’s food while we are distracted watching our favorite tv show and after she eats she gets sleepy really early. I’m a bit pouty because I wanted to stay up and play games with her and I don’t understand why she’s so tired. You kiss me on the forehead and reassure me that I will have plenty of time to play all sorts of games and you take us to my room and tuck us into bed.

A couple hours pass when you overhear noises coming from my bedroom and quietly push open the door to find me grinding myself against my sleeping friend, as if she was one of my stuffies. She won’t wake up anytime soon, I don’t know that, but you do, because that’s why you slipped her something. Daddy just wanted to help their little girl feel better and practice grown up things in a safe way. What better way to do that than with her best friend and her father?

You see me still struggling to get the right angle, getting frustrated and more desperate, you quietly walk in and gently ask, “Need some help kiddo?”

I jump and hop off my friend, so scared that I’m in trouble and not fully processing that you are calm, not upset at all, but there’s something else. There’s a strain and an edge to your voice that I don’t understand. My eyes go down to your boxers and notice something bulging against the fabric and when I ask you what it is you just tell me it’s because you got so happy watching me play so nicely with my friend.

You tell me I’m starting to feel grown up feelings even though I’m just a kid, but it’s okay, it’s normal, and you just wanna be a good dad and help the tingles between my legs go away, because you know they have to be uncomfy at this point, I’ve been grinding against my stuffies for weeks with no release. I look down embarrassed, face turning red. You put a finger under my chin and lift my eyes to your’s and tell me that it’s nothing to be embarrassed about and you have loved seeing me learn more about my body.

You softly guide me back onto my friend who is fast asleep and help me position myself so that where I’m the tingliest is flush against her thigh. You place your big hands on my hips and start to guide me back and forth, making quiet whimpers start to bubble out of my mouth. You tell me it’s okay, daddy is so happy they get to help me, this is what dads are for, to help their daughters learn and grow, and you gently push me to go a bit harder and faster in my pace, to build up that feeling in my tummy.

You start to let go of my hips and I look up at you and whine because I need my daddy’s help. You decide to keep one hand on my hip, and reach the other down to my little kid parts and rub a very special spot that makes me yelp in surprise. I start to cry out and ask what’s happening and you cut me off by shoving your adult tongue down my throat.

I whimper into your mouth and try my best to match the movements of your tongue, you’ve never kissed me like this before. I’ve seen adults kiss like this in movies and it always makes me feel funny. Your tongue continues to explore mouth and it feels nice and makes my head fuzzy and it’s making that feeling in my tummy and between my legs grow more intense.

I feel your fingers rubbing faster against my special spot and i keep grinding my wet kid parts against my friend’s thigh until all of a sudden the feeling gets to a peak and i scream into your mouth as it almost gets to be too much. You keep rubbing that sensitive spot and fervently whisper into my mouth, “That’s my baby, such a good girl, Daddy loves you so fucking much.” And all i can do is rock against your hand and moan into your open mouth.

As the wave of intensity subsides, I hear you let out a deep chuckle, slowly pulling away and lessening the pace of your fingers. You look at me with proud and hungry eyes and tell me how you’ve waited so long to give me that gift and that I’m growing up now. I don’t fully understand what you mean by that, but I would do anything to make you keep looking at me this way forever, like i am your favorite thing in the whole wide world.

My parts feel so sensitive against my friend’s leg which is now all wet from whatever just happened to me. I’m looking down in the dark at my friend’s pj shorts and see she is wet too, there’s a spot forming on the fabric and i point my little finger at it and say, “Look dada!” and you tell me it’s because we are best friends and she is feeling good because I am feeling good, and that I should be a good friend and help her feel even better so she can have really sweet dreams. I nod really fast because i love my friend and wanna make her feel as good as my dad made me feel.

You help me climb off her leg since l’m still so tender down there. I watch as you begin to slowly slide her shorts down and I can see her kid parts glistening in the dark. I look back up at you and see you smiling at me, and you tell me that i can start being a good friend by giving her a special kind of kiss, kind of like the kiss you gave me. But you tell me it’s different because it’s not a kiss on her mouth, you want to watch me put my little tongue on her kid parts.

You gently start to guide my head down and I happen to notice that you have a wet spot forming too, right where your grown up parts are pushing against the fabric. You notice me looking and reassure me that after we take care of my friend, you will show me how to give daddy sweet dreams too. I smile big and excitedly say, “Okay daddy!” and start to lick my tongue all over my friend’s special spot and help clean up her mess, playing with her little hole, all while hearing you let out a low groan followed by sweet praises and words of encouragement. I feel you reach back and start to rub between my legs again and I hear myself let out a happy sound, my eyes begin to get hazy, and I’m just so lost in the fuzziness and love of my daddy and my best friend.

I hope we can have sleepovers like this forever.

- end of part one -

(i am rly shy about this pls don’t hate me i have never posted my actual smut writing on here~)

Actually need to get fisted someday soon or I might perish

Not because I think it'll feel good (although it probably would) but mostly because I want to feel so full that I might split in half and can't escape the sensation of you forcing my guts around to make me take your whole hand for the first time

“shhh it’s okay, you’re okay” “don’t be scared, you’re safe with daddy” while he crushes me under his weight and forces it inside

i'm young enough to be your daughter, you sick pervert (flirting)

They should invent omorashi where u don’t have to clean up a puddle after

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