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daddy-sthoughts · 29 days
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it’s when you’re sobbing into your hands trying not to make a sound that the world seems loneliest.
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daddy-sthoughts · 2 months
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does the possibility of our love scare you away?
does the potential of our love scare you away?
does the magnitude of my affection terrify you?
are you scared of love or the reality of someone wanting to show you how you deserve to be loved?
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daddy-sthoughts · 2 months
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is it needy of me to want some attention from someone I care about?
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daddy-sthoughts · 2 months
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the things i would do for my girl if she was happy are things i would do for no one else.
the things i would do for my girl if she was upset are things i would do for no one else.
the things i would do for my girl if she was crying are things i would do for no one else.
the things i would do for my girl if she was excited are things i would do for no one else.
the things i would do for my girl if she was angry are things i would do for no one else.
the things i do for her are for her out of love.
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daddy-sthoughts · 2 months
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hold her close while you fuck.
feel the heat of her skin while you make love.
send shivers down her spine with every thrust of your hips.
rush blood straight between her legs with every breath you take.
feel her the way she feels you.
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daddy-sthoughts · 2 months
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give her what she wants and you’ll have someone to please the rest of your life.
give her what she deserves and you’ll have someone to fuck the rest of your life.
give her what she asks and you’ll have someone to coddle the rest of your life.
give her what she needs and you’ll have someone to love the rest of your life.
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daddy-sthoughts · 2 months
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one text and she can tell something was wrong with me.
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daddy-sthoughts · 2 months
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pain. pain. pain. so much pain.
if it meant that she never felt it one bit, i would endure every ounce of it for her.
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daddy-sthoughts · 2 months
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her smile.
something i would fight anything to keep it on her face all the time.
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daddy-sthoughts · 2 months
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i wonder, how much do i mean to her?
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daddy-sthoughts · 2 months
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“I can’t get them far enough inside like you do, daddy,” she whimpers through the phone.
“I know sweetie but daddy can’t touch you right now, you’ve got to try harder,” I encourage, hearing her sniffle on the other side of the phone.
“I’ll try daddy,” she says, “I’ll try for you.”
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daddy-sthoughts · 2 months
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her pussy is mine and she knows it.
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daddy-sthoughts · 2 months
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I told her to fuck herself for me and tell me all about it.
I asked, “do you say my name as you come?”
“yes.” was all that came next.
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daddy-sthoughts · 2 months
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she begs for her hair to be pulled.
“Make it hurt, daddy,” she asks.
she says it’s not the pain that gives her pleasure.
“It’s the fact that you’re so much stronger than me and you can throw me around like I weigh nothing that makes my pussy ache,” she whines.
she gives me her best puppy eyes and I give in.
“Bend over and take it like the pretty little slut you are, baby,” I tell her and she couldn’t be happier to go to work the next day with her knees bruised and her walk a little limp.
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daddy-sthoughts · 2 months
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She should be in my bed right now but she’s a thousand miles away dreaming of me.
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daddy-sthoughts · 2 months
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thinking about my butch coming home from a long day of work. i undo her tie and she flicks her eyes over my form, noting my outfit but seeing something in my eyes that tells her shh, play along, so she does. it's her favourite little flared skirt that's too short for me to wear out, a cropped baby tee with no bra underneath, and i shudder with the way her eyes linger on my hard nipples, with her hunger that flares in her pupils.
"sweet girl," she'll say, because she understands what i want, the games i want to play, and she wants nothing more than to give it—everything—to me. because she's mine, and i'm her princess. knowing this, i'll sink deeper into that floaty place where everything is okay. "daddy's had such a long day. come sit with me, baby."
she disappears to the bedroom for a moment—there the sound of a familiar cupboard door resonates and i wonder which one she's choosing. the naughty girl in me wants the biggest one, daddy's favourite—the one that can fill me up, the one that'll stretch me real good. i get wet just thinking about it.
when she emerges, still in her office attire, hair tousled from the day and eyes ravenous, she's sporting an obscene bulge that makes me swallow. she sits on the sofa slowly, eyes never leaving mine. when they do, when they drink me in, i find my home on her lap so she gets a better view. she hums, because i'm being a very good girl.
"i missed you," i murmur.
"you missed who?" she always insists on this. and i only get wetter when she does. she adjusts her leg against my bare pussy to feel it. my dirty daddy.
"daddy," i whisper, still shy. still feeling naughty. still revelling in that filthy feeling. "i missed daddy."
she flicks my skirt up and massages my ass, giving it a spank for being such a tease. after that, she gives me just what i need. she lets me sit on her big cock, but not before i give her a good suck, let her fist my hair while i listen to her groans as she watches my lips accommodate her.
then she bounces me on it, crooning how sweet and pathetic i am for needing daddy's cock like this, and when i come, she pinches my nipple just so.
(thinking about this because my butch just left for work. help♡)
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daddy-sthoughts · 2 months
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she loves it when i get possessive of her.
my arm around her waist when we're casually standing in line at the grocery store.
my hand on her lower back as we walk down the street.
my fingers laced with hers as we go shopping at the mall.
everyone knows she's mine and i am hers.
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