"come help me out with some paperwork, kiddo" = dad having me cockwarm him as he does grown-up stuff on his desk. occasionally rutting his hips up when he gets frustrated, or playing with my chest when he's deep in thought. the pads of his thumbs calloused and warm as he plays with my nipples. all while I'm forced to stay still and be very quiet. after all, dad is reallyyy busy and I need to be good for him. I – I can be good... even when everything tingles so, so much.
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My kidnapper should snuggle me n read me bedtime stories btw.. thats like the bare minimum :3
Dress me, feed me, set a bedtime… I’d never runaway from someone who loves me so much >\\\\<
The way the phrase "I touched myself while thinking about you" makes my brain melt. Like,, really? Promise you'll do it again? Promise you'll keep telling me? Please, please, please-
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.