#dadcon

[lilangelbud]

Can I request Dad picking up daughter from school on a day mom's still at work?

The rain tapped lightly against the windshield, a steady rhythm that matched the hum of the car’s engine. He glanced at the clock on the dashboard—3:15 PM. School had just let out, and the streets were busy with parents picking up their kids. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, waiting. The air inside the car was warm, the heater quietly doing its job, but there was something else in the air, something charged.

She appeared at the corner, her backpack slung over one shoulder, her hair damp from the drizzle. She spotted the car and quickened her pace, her boots splashing through puddles. He watched her approach, his chest tightening slightly. She was wearing that skirt again, the one that hugged her waist and flared just enough to make him glance twice. He shook his head, trying to push the thought away as she opened the passenger door and slid inside.

“Hey,” she said, brushing her hair out of her face. Her cheeks were flushed, whether from the cold or something else, he couldn’t tell.

“Hey,” he replied, his voice steady despite the storm brewing inside him. He pulled away from the curb, the car gliding smoothly into the flow of traffic. The silence between them was heavy, filled with words neither of them dared to say.

She fiddled with the radio, flipping through stations until she found something she liked. The music filled the car, but it didn’t ease the tension. He could feel her beside him, so close, her presence overwhelming. He glanced at her again, his eyes lingering a little too long on her legs as she crossed them.

“How was school?” he asked, forcing his eyes back on the road. His voice sounded strained, even to himself.

“Fine,” she said, shrugging. She leaned back in her seat, her fingers tracing patterns on the window. “Math test sucked, but whatever.”

He nodded, his mind racing. The rain was coming down harder now, the wipers working overtime to clear the windshield. He turned onto a quieter street, the houses passing by in a blur. The car felt smaller, the space between them shrinking with every breath.

“Mom’s still at work, huh?” she asked, breaking the silence.

“Yeah,” he said, his hands gripping the wheel a little tighter. “She said she’d be late tonight.”

She nodded, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment before she looked away. The air between them was electric, a current that neither of them could ignore. He turned into an empty parking lot, the car rolling to a stop under the cover of a large tree.

“Why are we stopping?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

He hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. “I just… needed a minute,” he said, his eyes locked on hers. There was something in her gaze, something that made his stomach twist. She didn’t look away, her lips parting slightly as she exhaled.

The rain was the only sound now, the steady patter against the roof of the car. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek. She didn’t pull away, her breath hitching as his thumb traced her bottom lip.

“We shouldn’t…” she started, but her words trailed off as he leaned in closer. His hand moved to the back of her neck, pulling her gently toward him. Their lips met, soft at first, tentative, but then it was as if something inside them both snapped. The kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against hers, her hands gripping his shoulders.

He could feel the heat radiating off her, her body pressing against his as they fought for more. His hands found her waist, pulling her onto his lap, her legs straddling him. The seat groaned under their weight, but neither of them noticed. All he could think about was her, the way she felt, the way she tasted.

Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, her breath coming in short gasps as she got them open. He slid his hands under her skirt, his fingers tracing the edge of her panties. She moaned softly against his lips, her hips grinding against his.

“We really shouldn’t, dad…” she said again, but there was no conviction in her voice. Her hands were already moving to unzip his pants, her touch sending shivers down his spine.

“I know,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “But I need you.”

She didn’t argue, her hands moving faster, her breath hot against his neck. He pushed her panties aside, his fingers finding her wet and ready. She groaned, her hips bucking against his hand as he teased her.

“Please,” she begged, her voice trembling. “I need you too.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He positioned himself at her entrance, his hands gripping her hips as he guided her down onto him. She let out a gasp, her nails digging into his shoulders as she took him in. The feeling was overwhelming, her tightness enveloping him, her warmth driving him wild.

She began to move, slowly at first, her hips rocking against his. He groaned, his hands moving to her ass, helping her find a rhythm. The sound of their breathing filled the car, mingling with the sound of the rain outside.

“Faster,” he urged, his voice rough with need. She obeyed, her pace quickening, her body slamming against his. He could feel her trembling, her moans growing louder as she got closer to the edge.

“I’m so close,” she whispered, her voice breaking. Her nails raked down his back as she came, her body convulsing around him. He followed, his release hitting him like a tidal wave, his vision blurring as he spilled inside her.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies intertwined, their breathing ragged. She rested her forehead against his, her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath.

“Dad…” she started, but he cut her off with a kiss, his hands stroking her back gently.

“Shhh,” he whispered, his voice soft. “Just stay with me for a little while.”

[yourpetbrother]

dad that mounts you like a dog, pressing you into the mattress on your tummy while rutting into your little hole with his fat dadcock and grunting and groaning into your ear. dad who pins you down in a mating press and fucks you like he's feral, biting your shoulder hard. dad who humps your ass like a dog in rut for a solid 3 minutes before finally fucking into you, breeding you deep inside

[sodomite-son]

i'll be jerking off or fucking myself alone in my room, calling out "dad dad dad", to no one. it turns me on so much. it makes me think about dad walking in on me, because he thought i was calling him for help with something. opening the door with a "what's wrong kiddo-" and being met with the sight of his boy with a dildo stuffed inside him and his hand on his tdick. can't decide whether i'd scramble to cover up, so dad can force my legs back open himself, or if i would keep going while he stood in the doorway, still moaning "dad dad dad".

[show-me-urt33th]

Calling someone kid or kiddo in bed is leagues sexier than calling them baby could ever be, prove me wrong.

[fluffylilbro]

Daddy teaching big bro how to rape me while I’m intoxicated and easy to move around >>>

“It’ll be a lot harder than this when he’s sober, he’ll be fightin’ ya a lot more.” Daddy says while holding my legs open, showing off the damp spot on my boxers to my big bro.

Big bro watching as daddy fucks his big cock into my cunt. Claiming that I don’t want this while my cunt squeezes and clenches around my daddy’s cock.

Nd when it’s my big bro’s turn he disregards everything and jus holds me down by my wrists while rapidly thrusting into me, forgetting about my pleasure and everything that daddy showed him jus so he can cum inside me.

Looks like daddy’ll jus have to teach him again nd again till he gets it right :(

[locketpup]

daddy dat sends mi sweet voice messages jus fur mi to rub m cunni to dem <33

[boywombs]

dad’s friends paying him to rape me, all of them hanging out in the living room and chatting while one of them has me pinned on the couch, fucking me so hard i’m crying for daddy to save me, hurts so bad

eventually he lets them fuck me without condoms even though i’m terrified of getting pregnant, until he straight up tells them to make sure they cum deep in my pussy to knock me up, all while i’m sobbing and begging him to make them stop

[lilangelbud]

I’ve got a request if you’re interested: some faux dad/daughter where the family goes shopping together for some clothes for their daughter. They stop at a bikini store or just some clothing store in general. The girl asks for her parents to come in the changing room and check the outfit. The mom waits outside while dad checks. The dad tries to hold himself back and just rubs himself on the daughter without being inside her. But soon he just can’t help it. The dad has some fun with her in the changing room while the mom waits outside, oblivious. The dad comes undone and brings the daughter to orgasm too.

The fluorescent lights of the clothing store buzzed softly overhead as the family wandered through the aisles. The daughter, clutching a handful of bikinis and sundresses, turned to her parents with a hopeful smile. “Can you guys help me pick?” she asked, her voice light but insistent. The mother nodded, already distracted by a rack of sale items, while the father hesitated, his gaze lingering on his daughter for a beat too long.

“Sure, sweetheart,” he said, his voice steady but his pulse quickening. He followed her to the changing rooms, where she disappeared behind a flimsy curtain. A moment later, her voice floated out, hesitant. “Dad? Could you come in and check if this one looks okay? I don’t want to come out if it’s not.”

He glanced at his wife, who waved him off without looking up. “Go ahead, I’ll be right here.”

Pushing the curtain aside, he stepped into the small, cramped space. His daughter stood there in a bright red bikini, the fabric hugging her curves in a way that made his throat dry. She turned slightly, looking over her shoulder, her expression innocent. “What do you think?”

He swallowed hard, his eyes tracing the lines of the swimsuit, the way it clung to her. “It… looks good,” he managed, his voice rough. She smiled, oblivious to the heat creeping into his cheeks, and turned back to the mirror, adjusting the straps.

“I think it’s a little tight,” she murmured, her fingers brushing against the fabric. “Maybe you could help me adjust it?”

His heart thudded in his chest as he stepped closer, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for the straps. His fingers brushed against her bare skin, and he froze, the contact sending a jolt through him. She didn’t pull away, just tilted her head slightly, her breath hitching.

“Is that better?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. She nodded, her eyes meeting his in the mirror, a flicker of something unspoken passing between them.

He couldn’t help himself. His hands slid down her shoulders, his touch feather-light but deliberate. She didn’t move, didn’t protest, and the silence between them grew heavy with tension. His hands lingered at her waist, his fingers tracing the edge of the bikini bottom, and he felt her shiver beneath his touch.

“Dad…” she whispered, her voice trembling, but she didn’t push him away.

He couldn’t stop. One hand slid around her hip, his palm pressing against her stomach as he pulled her back against him. He could feel the heat of her body, the way her breath quickened as his other hand slipped lower, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric between her legs.

“Shh,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “Just let me help you…”

She leaned into him, her head tilting back against his shoulder, and he could feel her heartbeat racing in time with his own. His fingers moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, teasing her through the fabric, and he felt her hips shift, pressing against his hand.

“Daddy…” she whimpered, her voice barely audible, but it was enough to break the last of his restraint.

His other hand slid up her side, his fingers slipping beneath the edge of the bikini top, and he felt her gasp as he cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple. She arched into his touch, her hips rocking against his hand, and he could feel her growing wetter with every movement.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “Just let go…”

Her breath came in shallow gasps, her body trembling as his fingers worked her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. He could feel her tightening around his hand, her hips moving with a desperate rhythm, and he knew she was close.

“Come for me,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, and she obeyed, her body shuddering as she let out a stifled cry, her legs giving out beneath her. He caught her, holding her tight against him as she trembled in his arms.

But he wasn’t done. His own need was too urgent, too overwhelming to ignore. Turning her around, he pressed her against the wall, his hands gripping her hips as he ground against her, the fabric of his pants rough against her sensitive skin.

“You feel so good, baby,” he groaned, his breath hot against her neck. “So fucking good…”

She whimpered, her hands gripping his shoulders as he thrust against her, his movements growing more frantic. He could feel himself losing control, the pleasure building with every thrust, and he knew he couldn’t hold back much longer.

“Daddy, please…” she whispered, her voice trembling, and it was enough to push him over the edge.

With a low groan, he came undone, his body shuddering as he pressed her against the wall, his breath coming in ragged gasps. For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, their breaths mingling in the small, confined space.

Outside, the mother’s voice called out, oblivious to what had just happened. “Are you two almost done in there?”

The daughter stiffened, pulling away from him with a look of panic, but he just smiled, his hands lingering on her hips. “We’re almost done,” he called back, his voice steady.

Turning back to his daughter, he brushed a strand of hair from her face, his expression soft. “You okay?” he asked, his voice gentle.

She nodded, her cheeks flushed, but there was a glimmer of something in her eyes—something that made his heart race all over again.

“Good,” he murmured, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, fleeting kiss. “Now let's get out of here before your mom starts to suspect anything.”

[transdadbro]

Need to pant “dad dad dad dad” while I get a little sibling fucked into me

[tr0physlaught3r]

“Like this dad?” And it’s me spreading my cunt open in the mall family restroom as you pump to me degrading myself :)

[honeybunnyceci]

”We totally shouldn’t do this” x ”it feels too good to stop”

[bitterrsweetly]

pervy dad who walks around the house naked, insisting that it’s natural and that you should do it too <3

pervy dad who can’t help but grin when he sees you blushing at the sex scene in the movie <3

pervy dad who always “accidentally” rests his hand on your ass whenever you hug <3

pervy dad who always greets you with a kiss on the lips <3

pervy dad who bought you an uncomfortable mattress on purpose so that you eventually gave up and started sleeping with him every night <3

pervy dad who joins you whenever you shower to “save money” <3

pervy dad <33

[doggygutz]

dad who lets me lay on his chest and pets my hair and coos at me and praises me. dad who listens to me whine and knows what i need, dad who lets me grind against his bulge until he gets hard and gives me what i want

[daughtersoot]

guilty dad who feels so so bad about wanting to fuck his little girl x desperate nympho daughter who wants nothing more than for her dad to pump a load in her pussy

[lilangelbud]

Can you pls do something with lots of “it’s okay” nd “daddy’s here” “daddy’s got you” “you’re okay” n just tender protective and nurturing daddy 🥹

The storm outside was relentless, the wind howling like a wounded animal as rain lashed against the windows. She sat on the edge of her bed, knees pulled to her chest, clutching her stuffed rabbit tightly. The thunder cracked so loudly it made her jump, and a small whimper escaped her lips. She hated nights like this, nights where the world felt like it was falling apart. She wanted to be brave, but the storm made her feel so small, so vulnerable.

That’s when the door creaked open.

“Hey, sweetheart,” his voice was soft, almost a whisper, but it carried the weight of safety she desperately needed. He stepped into the room, his bare feet padding quietly across the floor. “Couldn’t sleep, huh?”

She shook her head, her wide eyes glistening in the dim light from the hallway. “The storm… it’s so loud.”

He knelt in front of her, his hands resting gently on her knees. “I know, baby. Storms can be scary, but you’re safe. Daddy’s here.” His voice was steady, calm, and it wrapped around her like a warm blanket. “You don’t have to be afraid. I’ve got you.”

She sniffled, her grip on the stuffed rabbit loosening just a little. “Promise?”

“I promise,” he said, his thumb brushing away a tear that had started to fall. “Why don’t we get you tucked back in? I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep, okay?”

She nodded hesitantly, and he stood, scooping her up effortlessly. She clung to him, her arms around his neck, her face buried in the crook of his shoulder. He smelled like home—like the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something uniquely him. She breathed it in, letting it calm her racing heart.

He laid her down gently on the bed, pulling the covers up to her chin. The storm outside was still roaring, but somehow, with him there, it didn’t feel as terrifying. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hand resting on her head, his fingers stroking her hair in slow, soothing motions.

“Close your eyes, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Just listen to my voice. You’re okay. Daddy’s got you.”

She did as he said, her eyelids fluttering closed. His voice was like a lullaby, soft and low, and she felt herself starting to drift. But then another crack of thunder split the air, and her eyes flew open, panic flashing across her face.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he said immediately, his hand moving to her cheek. “It’s just noise. It can’t hurt you. I’m right here.”

She looked up at him, her bottom lip trembling. “Can you… can you hold me? Like when I was little?”

He hesitated for just a moment, but then he nodded, sliding into the bed beside her. She immediately curled into him, her small body pressing against his chest. His arm wrapped around her, pulling her close, and she let out a shaky breath, her fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her forehead. “Just like that. You’re safe, baby. Daddy’s here.”

She closed her eyes again, her body relaxing into his embrace. His warmth seeped into her, chasing away the chill of fear that had gripped her. His hand moved up and down her back in slow, steady strokes, and she felt like she was melting into him.

“I love you, Daddy,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion. “More than anything.”

They lay there like that for what felt like forever, the storm raging outside but unable to touch them. She could hear the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear, and it was the most comforting sound in the world. She felt so small in his arms, but not in a scary way—in a way that made her feel protected, cherished.

His hand moved from her back to her hair, his fingers threading through the soft strands. He began to hum softly, a tune she remembered from her childhood. It was the same lullaby he used to sing to her when she was little, and it made her feel like a child again, safe and loved.

But then something shifted.

His touch lingered a little longer, his fingers brushing against her neck. His breathing changed, becoming slightly uneven, and she could feel the tension in his body. She opened her eyes, looking up at him, and saw something in his expression that she couldn’t quite place.

“Daddy?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“It’s okay,” he said quickly, his hand stilling in her hair. “You’re okay.”

But his voice sounded different now, deeper, and there was a heat in his eyes that made her stomach flutter in a way she didn’t understand. His arm tightened around her, pulling her even closer, and she could feel the hard line of his body pressed against hers.

“Daddy’s got you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her temple. “You’re safe with me.”

Her heart was pounding now, but not from fear. She felt something stirring inside her, something warm and unfamiliar. His hand drifted down her back, slipping under the hem of her nightgown, and she gasped softly.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “Just relax, baby. Daddy’s here.”

His hand moved lower, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on her skin. She felt a shiver run through her, and she pressed closer to him, her body instinctively seeking his warmth. His lips found hers, soft and gentle at first, but then deepening into something more.

She hesitated for a moment, unsure, but then she kissed him back, her hands clutching at his shoulders. It felt wrong and right all at once, a confusing mix of emotions that she couldn’t begin to untangle. But all she knew was that she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted to feel this, to feel him.

His hand slipped between her thighs, and she gasped, her body arching into his touch. “Daddy…”

“Shh, it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “You’re okay. Daddy’s got you.”

[evansconsole2]

loveeeee dads who fuck you from behind, starting you on your hands and knees, but eventually getting too impatient and rough that he knocks you down, arm coming around your neck to put you in a headlock, pressing you into the mattress with his whole weight on top of you. he’s not even thrusting at this point, just humping and grinding into a warm wet hole as he grunts beside your ear… sigh