dad bf who’s so much bigger than me & picks my outfits and doesn’t let me do anything alone cs i’m too little and cute☺️ bends me over his lap when i’m misbehaving or talking back and spanks me while telling me he has to punish me for my own good :( wipes away my tears and holds me in his lap after rocking me and telling me im such a good little girl when i do what he says <3 maybe he’ll even slip his thumb in my mouth <33
Fuck communication ! Shut me up with your big cock !
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.
If he buys me Blythe dolls or the sylvanian families I’ll suck his dick so hard I puke 🥰
Every moment you are gone, I feel like I am slipping into an abyss. It’s comical, knowing the stoic facade with which I accept every obstacle. When you leave, my heart tries to jump out of my chest, looking for a place to stay close to you. My endless longing will drain my life force until it builds a bridge to your coordinates.
being talked down to like m a kid who doesn’t understand grown up things >_<
do you want me to worship you? is that it? is that why you ignore me? do you want me on my knees, hands clasped, begging? pleading? tearing up, my knees burned from kneeling? whimpering and sobbing, choking on my own salivia, like some sort of dog? do you want me to spam you endlessly, rows and rows of messages, missed calls, voice memos of crying and screaming? you reduce me to a pathetic mess, an object of only your affection, and i somehow adore it. i adore being this way for you, face all drowned with tears, sniffling violently, high-pitched apologies leaving my trembling lips while i claw at you for affection, how i adore being yours.
purposely getting me to age regress and then violently fucking me while i sob and moan uncontrollably because i don’t understand what’s going on