love blocking people so much. like no you cant come in my room actually

i need to sit alone with someone on a couch with a sexual tension dense enough to fog glasses that keeps sapping the energy from our banter and joking with the understanding that it’s pretty much just a matter of time until they’re getting held firmly still and molested

I don't mind you teasing me and calling me "old man" because I know that you really, really want to cum on my "old man" cock.

um dad kissing me but I'm so little I don't know how and he can't control himself and he's moving too fast and forcing his tongue in my mouth and I'm trying to kiss back but it's like he's raping my mouth

can you come over and force yourself on me but really take your time and make it achingly slow

dad dropping me off at my uncle's house for the first weekend of summer break, telling me to "be a good girl and listen to your uncle, no ifs, ands, or buts, got it?" knowing full well how i wouldn't dare not listen to a grown up and also knowing full well how often that is going to be exploited over the next couple days and giving their brother a wink. feeling my uncle play with my hair as we both wave goodbye to my dad, getting so excited the second he asks "wanna have a popsicle kiddo?" because its sooo hot outside. lapping at it greedily, letting the sugary juices drip down my chin n onto my little tank top, but my uncle doesnt mind, he just watches with a smile, occasionally palming something in his pants, and ever so often reaching out to swipe a bit of the sweetness off my chin and lick it off his own thumb. as soon as i finish the last of my popsicle i immediately ask if i can pretty please have one more, please uncle? he gives me a laugh and fully settles one of his big hands on a bulge in his jeans, "i have another kind of popsicle you might like sweetheart, it's not ice cold, but it's perfect for any weather, it never ends, and there's a surprise filling" and i immediately start to nod eagerly because it sounds like magic n i dont even question when he starts to unzip his crotch and reaches in to get me my special popsicle

Oh, I’m not worried about you fighting back, I hit much harder than you would. I’m tying you up so you don’t hurt yourself trying to stop me.