#cw: daddy kink

[haztory]

i’m a firm believer that john price, while he loves to take care of his lady and spoil her endlessly, is not a fan of seeing her reduced down to a baby.

if he’s into daddy kinks, it’s with the premise of you making him a daddy just as he will make you a mommy. if he’s spanking you, it’s not as a means of punishment but instead because it riles you up. he’s not into feeling abnormally ancient within a relationship dynamic, he actually quite likes when his woman is on par with him— intellectually, maturity, physically. he doesn’t like infantilization because he’s not into girls, he’s into women. sturdy ones that can hold their own and dish out as much as they can take.

it comes with its occasional drawbacks, however. the one—and only time— john ever lost his temper and yelled at you (not because you made him angry but because work is stressful, and his last assignment left him having a hard time readjusting to home, and you’ve been so patient, and he’s frustrated that he just can’t be what you need him to be) it was a staunch reminder that this is not a fling with some naive girl who idolizes him for his age and stature. he’s in a relationship. an adult one.

you’re staring at him, a brow raised and a stern look on your face as the echoes of his shout settle in the room. it’s a kind of glare that is only etched out by mothers to their disobedient children. stilling and telling of how exactly you feel about john’s outburst. there is no reason for gnashing teeth and snarling bites when you’re asking how you can best support him. and while you know in your head he doesn’t mean it, it still doesn’t excuse it.

“let’s put a pause in this, cause clearly we’re not going to get anywhere.” you say, voice carefully neutral but he can see the rage bubbling in your gaze, “why don’t you go take a walk, and when we’re both calm, we can discuss this further.”

and he hates the therapy speak, the measured and careful approach to emotions— it’s ridiculous, almost insulting. you’re treating him like a child, an explosive time bomb when both comparisons could be further from the truth. he’s the expert in bomb handlings, for christ’s sake. but he listens, grabbing his keys and a cigar and stepping out the door with an annoyed huff.

time and space, john begrudgingly admits, works wonders on a irritated mind. he finds his error in the mist of vexed thoughts and irrational moods, tempers it down with a long drag of his cigar and the wash of brandy at the pub. and he’s remorseful, incredibly so as he walks through the threshold of your home when the sun is setting to find you in the loveseat, book in hand and dinner simmering on the stove. you spare him a quick glance before returning to your novel, nothing further said.

he stands at the door, shameful and cognizant of his idiocy. he’s removing his fisherman beanie from the top of his head and moves to stand before you on your place on the couch. it has you closing your book, laying it down on your lap as you turn your attention to the man.

“i’m sorry.” he says lowly, eyes fixed on the hat in his hand as he picks a stray string on the fabric. “i shouldn’t have shouted at you. there was no need for that.”

your eyes stare knowingly into his, understanding written all over your face and while it’s a relief to see, it’s only a further iteration of what he’s come to realize—you are not just anyone. you’re someone who he wants to build his home with, navigate through terse and stormy waters with because you’re the perfect balance to the man who tries so hard to balance it all. it’s not perfect, but you don’t care about that. you don’t need perfect, have never demanded it to be—you strive for healthy. you model it by example, and you’ve whipped him into shape for it.

“it’s hard adjusting right now.”

“i know,” you tell him softly. your hands grab at his, pulling him down to his knees so you can see him at your level. you place your hands on the sides of his face, bringing him in for a gentle and sweet kiss. “if it’ll help, i can give you some space. a couple of days, i can go stay with my parents—“

“no.” he’s quick to shoot it down, shaking his head and rubbing his hands up and down the tops of your thighs, “i want you with me. i’m better when you’re with me.”

“okay.” you give him another gentle kiss. “thank you for apologizing. are you ready to eat some dinner or do you want to freshen up first?”

either choice doesn’t matter, he’d rather do whatever it is that you’re doing.

so yeah, john likes women who put him in his place. it turns him on a bit.

#john price x reader #captain john price x reader #cod x reader #cod x you #cw: daddy kink #but not really #just a mention of it #idk i just really picture john being uncomfortably by baby talk with his partner #he’s not into babying people that are not actually babies #cod #my writing #also #call of duty x reader

[rrriver]

Swisstom sloppy fuck?

Cw: daddy kink, lingerie, phantom is intersex here so cock and cunt are used (thank @amara-among-the-stars ) , desperation, it's porn guys what do you expect

Wc: 1,354 because I have a problem

"Cariño" is Spanish for darling or dear, it can also be shortened to cari

"You okay in there?"

He can hear the quint ghoul shuffling around in the bathroom, the smell of anxiety and desire mingling into something divine. He waits for a response as he leans back against his hands, his legs hanging off the edge of the bed. He stares at the ceiling, wondering what's waiting for him behind that door. Phantom had found him in the library, had pushed himself up against the multi ghoul while he tried to convince him his chores could wait, that he had a surprise. That was nearly 20 minutes ago.

"Y-yeah, just....Swiss?

"Yeah?"

The shake in his voice is endearing, how shy he is, how eager he is for approval.

"Can you just keep your eyes closed? Please?"

Swiss smiles to himself, shutting his eyes as he shakes his head.

"Okay, they're closed. Now are you gonna keep hiding in there?"

He waits, listening for movement, anything really.

Phantom takes a deep breath as he steadies himself, doing a once over in the mirror before turning to the door. Dew had said this was a part of the fun, the anxiety. But right now all he can think of is if it's too late to back out, to send swiss away and forget it ever happened. It's irrational, really, he spent so much time with Dew, trying to find the perfect set, the perfect color, the perfect measurements. Besides, if he backs out now he'll never hear the end of it.

So he opens the door, taking cautious steps towards the bed.

"Can I look now?"

Phantom hates that his smile holds so much power over him, that the crooked little grin sets his blood ablaze and adrenaline chasing the sweat down his back. He sure Swiss can hear his heart beat, he can feel it in his throat as it is.

"No. Not yet."

He climbs into the Multi"s lap, pulling his hands so they rest against the fabric on his waist. He takes his time pressing his lips against Swiss' jaw, placing a kiss against the corner of his mouth, over his cheekbones. He feels the calloused fingers toying with the straps, slipping under them as he rubs his thumbs against his skin.

"Mmmmm can I look now?"

They're fully whispering now, as if anything above barley audible will ruin the magic.

"No."

He moves to mouth along the lean column of the multus neck, sucking marks into his skin to show he was here. Swiss tilts his head, baring his neck for easier access as he lets his hands wander, letting his mind wander. What color? Pink maybe, perhaps a shade of purple to match the heat in his cheeks. He knows dew would think of the details like that. Phantom tangles his fingers in the older ghouls' ornate locks, rolling one of the many clasps between his fingers as he gives a tentative roll of his hips, testing the waters and earning a stilted groan in return.

"Do you like it?"

His warm breath ghosts over his collarbone, sending a shiver up his spine as he matches each hip roll with one of his own.

"Like it? I can't even see it."

Phantom giggles, leaning into the mystery as he guides Swiss' hand up his sternum, over the cup of the bralette.

"It's yellow."

He rumbles against the shell of his ear, nipping lightly when he chuckles.

He traces over an embroidered flower, leaning down to pepper kisses of his own against the younger ghouls shoulder.

"Not the color I'd have guessed."

"Would you have preferred pink?"

To be quite honest, Swiss can't bring himself to care with the way his pants are filling, not with the way his mouth floods in anticipation. Especially not with the wet spot he can feel seeping through his jeans.

"Hmmm, I'm not sure, you'll have to let me see."

He thinks about it, chewing his lip as he studies the multi's face.

"Okay."

He groans when he finally gets to see the sunflower yellow sitting in stark contrast against the quints lilac skin, how it makes his blush stand out in ways he never knew were possible. He looks him up and down, growling at the thin mesh fabric that barely covers his leaking cock.

"Fuck you're so hot."

He leans in, catching Phantom in a kiss much rougher than before, the desperation practically dripping from his teeth as he licks into his mouth, his hips stuttering with need. He picks him up and tosses him on the bed, crawling over him as he struggles to get his pants off.

Phantom gasps when he lands on his back, Swiss looming over him as he slots himself between his legs.

“Off….take it off.”

He wines against His lips as he tries to push his shirt up, desperate for the feel of Swiss’ warm skin against his own, desperate for more even though they've barely begun.

“Hold on, I'm getting there.”

He laughs when Phantom whines in response, still tugging at the cotton as he pulls him into another kiss. Swiss pulls back, ripping his shirt off and throwing it behind him, his jeans not far behind as he eyes Phantom's cunt. His slick is seeping through the mash already, dripping down onto the bed and it makes Swiss hungry. He watches as the quint spreads his legs a bit further, arching his back to give a better view.

He shimmies himself down the bed, mouthing along the smaller ghouls chest, his stomach, over his hips before he darts his tongue out to kitten lick at Phantom's cock, groaning at the taste.

“Fuck please,”

He thumbs over his entrance, still suckling at him through the skimpy thong.

“Please what?”

Phantom throws his head back against the mattress and all but wails out a “Please daddy,”

It takes Swiss by surprise, expecting anything but that and he has to reach down to squeeze the base of his cock to not blow right then and there.

“Say it again.”

He growls more than he says it, demanding more than asking. He knows it's a dangerous game to play, but he's never heard the quint say something like that and he knows this will live in his mind for years to come.

“Please, daddy please fuck me….need it, I need you.”

Swiss pushes the pretty yellow panties aside and buries his face in Phantom's cunt, wrapping his fingers around his weeping cock as he drinks him in like it's his last meal. His wails echo around the room, dancing through Swiss’ ears like opera music and he thinks he could live here. Could stop time and stay here for the rest of his life, he doesn't need anything else. He would happily drown himself in his mates slick if allowed.

He grinds his own hips against the bed, chasing any kind of relief he can get. He moans when he feels the silky muscles contract around his tongue, trying to suck him in even further, trying to keep him there. When he looks at Phantom through his lashes, wishing he could have the image as a mural in his room. His hair is plastered against his forehead with sweat, drool starting to slip from the corner of his mouth as his eyes roll back, showing only slivers of his obsidian irises.

“Gonna cum for me? Yeah that's it, show me, let me see you fall apart.”

He twists his wrist once, twice, a third time before Phantom keens, no doubt seeing stars against a hazy background.

He whines when Swiss let's go, reaching his clammy hands out to pull him back.

“No, more fuck I need more.”

Swiss leans over him, smiling at the tears starting to form.

I wonder how much more there'll be.

“Who said I was done with you yet, Cariño?”

He pushes the damp hair from his eyes, ducking down to lap up the salt water.

He pushes in with one quick movement, and the noise that falls from the quints lips will haunt him for the rest of his days.

“We're just getting started.”

#cw: daddy kink #shitghosting #the band ghost #riverwritesbullshit #nameless ghouls #the band ghost ficlet #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #kay back to hiding i go

[kechiwrites]

Bd ghost who asks “whose pussy is this.” and won’t resume until reader says the special words (the special words are “yours daddy”) 🫡

see now you got me considering...

baby daddy ghost and reader

cw: breeding kink, daddy kink, mentions of pregnancy

because i truly believe this would end in a stalemate, can you imagine? the GALL. the AUDACITY of this man to try and make you call him daddy, SIR YOUR BIOLOGICAL CHILD BARELY KNOWS YOU.

but jesus would he make it hard to stay strong, sinking deep inside your messy, weeping cunt inch by inch, sliding into your pussy like he never left. His hands are all over you, pushing against your stomach, skating over your stretch marks, pressing into your hips, meticulously cataloguing every unfamiliar change and quirk of your figure now that you've had Tommy.

and the filth is pouring out of his mouth, groaning about how happy he was about fucking you full, leaving an indelible, undeniable mark on you, how disappointed he is that he didn't get to see you get really heavy and round with his kid. How he wants to do it again, and he won't fuck it up this time. can't fuck it up this time. he says he'll marry you, make the four of you a real happy family; you, him, tommy and tommy's little brother. the kid he's fucking into you tonight.

he thrusts against your swollen cunt, holding your face in one of his hands so you can't look away when he presses his forehead to yours, urging you, begging you to call him daddy, "tell daddy to fuck a baby into you, tell me you want it."

it's only because you were pent up, you'll rationalize when he's in your shower and you're remaking your bed. If he'd caught you at a different time, you wouldn't have conceded. wouldn't have whimpered for daddy to keep fucking you. wouldn't have willed your body to him when he asked.

thankfully, you mutually decide to never bring it up again.

#im supposed to be packing for a trip and instead im thinking about ghost edging you AGAIN #baby daddy ghost #ghost x black reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #i love daddy kink #how did u know #cw: daddy kink #cw: pregnancy #baby blue fic

[anakincentric]

mdni. minors & ageless blogs will be blocked.

˚ ༘♡ got called "daddy's little girl" for the first time last night while his fingers were knuckle deep in me and my pussy almost exploded . ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ

#[🍧] #:misc #cw: daddy kink

[desires-of-chain]

Dilf time but not dilf as in he wants to put a baby in you but dilf as in reader ends up with the chain (isekaied or something I think is the word??) and just zeros in on him as the father figure and falls HARD. Daddy issues maybe?? Who knows, all I care about is that he’s hot and he can discipline me however he wants 😏😏. Wild is already causing trouble? Maybe reader encourages him just so time gives them the sexy dad stare. Wind is playing pranks? Maybe reader helps him prank time specifically so he has to corner them later to lecture them. And eventually he would obviously catch on and purposely tease reader because come on, it’s Time we’re talking about. Bonus points if reader is oblivious to their own desires and just subconsciously follows him around and gets all hot and bothered when he lectures the boys and is like “what is going on with me??” Until time catches on and corners them (after some teasing to confirm his suspicions) and suddenly they’re REALLY hot and bothered because oh my he’s cornering me against a tree and his arms are so big on either side of my face and his lips look SO kissable…oh wait…oh no. And time simply smirks as he sees the realization hit them. I just love him lots. (And obviously in this situation malon is simply a close friend of his, maybe she even helps reader gather the courage to ask him out 👀👀)

-🍩

Holy shit.

Reader and I are suffering together. Just listen. Alright, stick with me. Buckle yourself in. He gets "frustrated" with them when they didn't relent on their pranks, one day when they pulled something like idk they swapped something out of his bag into the other. He was able to corner them against the wall of an alley in one of the Links castletown, he got their face pressed against the bricks, his body pressing against theirs. Grinding into their backside as he nosed their neck before pushing himself off and tells them "only good puppies get a treat."

lhfsldkjfhdskfjhsadj

#.bea answers #🍩 anon #smut #cw: daddy kink

[liquorisce]

my new migwen obsession

#migwen #cw: daddy kink

[direnightshade]

All Too Well (Intro)

Last year, @burningdownthedark hit both @leatherboundbirate and I with an idea for an au of our au, featuring All Too Well and I thought you know, I'm going to write about this. AND NO SHOCKER HERE but I'm still in the process of doing so. But this is a little smidge of a teaser. An intro to the piece, if you will.

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Power Dynamics, Professor/Student Dynamic, Gendered Pet Name(s) Word Count: 333 This is also on AO3, if you're interested in reading there.

“I don’t want to go back home—back to reality.”

The large, warm hand that rests on your bare thigh gives a reassuring squeeze as Jack looks over at you from his spot behind the wheel. The air is still tinged with a hint of summery warmth—warm enough to keep the windows down as he drives—in spite of the leaves that have already begun to change in the early Autumn days, coloring the hills in small pops of reds and yellows. Jack’s hair, now streaked with gray, tousles in the breeze as his thumb taps lightly against the wheel.

“I know, Princess.” Slowly, his foot presses down onto the brake, the car rolling to a gradual stop at the intersection. “C’mere,” he says before pouting his lips out to signal his need for more of your affection.

The scent of his cologne is much stronger now that you’re leaning across the console, a hand grazing the soft fabric of the scarf—your scarf—that hangs loosely from his neck. The more that you lean into him, the further his hand inadvertently slides up your thigh until it is disappearing beneath the flowy material of your dress, fingers grazing along your rapidly dampening underwear. A sound of satisfaction rumbles in the depths of Jack’s chest when your lips finally close the distance to meet his. The kiss is slow and unhurried complete with tongues that glide along one another and teeth that nip at plush bottom lips.

“Did you have a nice weekend,” he asks when the kiss comes to an end.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Jack is on the verge of leaning in for another kiss when a horn blares loudly from behind. His eyes shift to look at the light which has now switched to green and moves his foot off the brake to step on the gas. The hand at your thigh gives another squeeze before slipping away entirely as the sound of your mischievous giggles and the slide of his zipper fill the car’s interior.

#Jack Gladney #White Noise #Jack Gladney x Reader #AU of the BHB AU #BHB AU #BHB #BHB Personal AU #All Too Well #burningdownthedark #leatherboundbirate #cw: daddy kink #cw: power dynamic #cw: professor / student dynamic #cw: gendered pet names #cw: pet names

[revelinginthedarkrooms]

Would You Smooch a Killer Robot? [X] Heck Yes - Chapter 5

Notes: Y'all, I have to confess something scandalous... I have a hard time writing sexy times for Freddy

Like don't get me wrong, WOWZA, but at the same time he gives off such sweet himbo dad energy that it's tough to think of him as Daddy instead of Dad (I blame Gregory, curse the youth for bringing out parental vibes from sentient robots and making it harder to lewd them!) (the robots, not the children. Please for the love of everything still decent in this fucky world <i>don't lewd the children)</i>

I tried my best, however! I hope you enjoy! Again, if you personally hate orange soda, I am so sorry for what (or who)'s about to come lol

Man, can't believe my first lemon with Freddy and I make it fucking weird lmao

Oh well, hope you enjoy.

CONTENT WARNING: Daddy kink

CHAPTER 5: Glamrocked

Roxy definitely took her time in cleaning you up. Not that you minded, of course; the wolf girl cuddles were easily one of the highlights of your night. She was surprisingly sweet as she gathered you into your lap once you were all cleaned up, resting her chin atop your head as her tail wagged lazily behind her.

But things can’t last forever, and the two of you looked up to see Freddy walking into the area.

Roxy glared. “What is he doing here? He never comes to the raceway.”

“Maybe Vanessa sent him to look for me,” you hummed. Though you were excited to finally see him, you didn’t exactly want to move yet.

Neither did Roxy, apparently, because she tightened her hold on you as the tall bear approached you.

“What are you doing here, Freddy?” She questioned.

“I was looking for the one Vanessa was talking about earlier,” he answered, and good heavens was his voice velvety. You couldn’t tell how much of you was down-bad for this bear, and how much of you was ready and willing to call him daddy.

Better not make it weird, you decided, as you smiled up at him. “Hi, Freddy! I was looking for you earlier, but you weren’t in your room.”

“Ah, yes!” He straightened, his kind eyes scanning you over. “I was talking with Vanessa. She wanted to make sure I would be able to find you should anything happen.”

“That’s awfully sweet,” you cooed. “I didn’t know Nessie cared that much about little old me.”

“Good job, delivery boy,” Roxy added in a snarky tone, growling at him as she hugged you closer. “But (y/n) is mine right now. Go away.”

“I just wanted to check on her,” Freddy reassured, paws in the air as he backed away. “Thank you for keeping an eye on her, Roxy.”

The wolf didn’t answer, watching him with a sharp stare as he left the raceway.

When she knew he was gone, she relaxed a bit, nuzzling back into your hair as she wrapped her tail around your lap. You let her, closing your eyes in bliss. What was better than wolfy cuddles?

You stroked through her tail absentmindedly until your phone vibrated in your back pocket. Roxy made a noise of surprise, backing off enough so that you could reach back and pull it out.

Vanessa had texted you. Are you still w roxy?

ye, you replied. You reached up and snapped a photo of the two of you and sent it to her.

It didn’t take her long to reply. Cute. I sent Freddy your way.

we saw him.

The wolf peered over you at the phone. “Do you have to leave?”

Your heart melted at her disappointed tone, and you patted her cheek, cupping your fingers around it.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured. “As much as I don’t want to move…”

“I’m still your favorite, aren’t I?” Even though her face looked irritated, her voice was horribly desperate. It squeezed what was left of your heart.

You shifted around until you could see her. Her ears were pointed downwards, her gaze shifted away from you.

“Of course, Roxy,” you reassured, wrapping your arms around her neck. “You’ll always have my number-one spot.”

You scritched the underside of her chin, unsure if she’d feel it, but she let out a keening noise and arched her neck, closing her eyes.

“Come back to visit me again,” she ordered.

“Of course.” You patted her cheek with your other hand and smiled as she squeezed you to her chest before letting go.

You looked around the hall. It was still empty, yet you caught a glimpse of Monty walking around. He pulled his shades down just enough to wink at you from the shadows before going on his way.

You rolled your eyes with a grin before looking at your phone as you walked.

“Let’s see…” you murmured. “Rockstar Row…”

You looked up, seeing the animatronic you were wanting to find just a ways away, his back to you.

You lit up. “Freddy!”

The tall animatronic turned at the sound of your call, and he gave you a brilliant smile. “You’re back! Did you and Roxy have fun?”

“Oh did we,” you laughed as you caught up to him. “Anyway, what are you doing next?”

“I was going to go back to my room. Would you like to join me?”

“Would I ever!” Clasping your hand in his, you chirped, “Lead the way!”

As soon as you got to his greenroom, the two of you sat on the couch.

“How do you like the pizzaplex?” He inquired.

“It’s really something,” you huffed a laugh and curled your fingers around his. “I’m surprised at how high-tech this place is compared to the last time I was at a Fazbear joint.”

“I suppose anything would seem grand compared to what you had before.” He chuckled, low and reverberating, and it made your little heart flip.

Hot damn did he have a glow-up. The Freddy Fazbear you remembered was a clunky, furry thing, with a silly-sounding voice and horrible rumors surrounding him. The animatronic smelled old, funky, like decades of wear and tear. All in all, not that appealing at first glance.

But Glamrock Freddy… he was a hunk. The designers had to have known what they were doing when they were creating him. Dude was stacked up, and he had major himbo energy? A wet dream and daddy issues, all wrapped up into beautiful blue eyes and a thicc physique.

You were still torn on whether you wanted to call him Daddy or Dad. Jury’s still out on which one fit him more.

Freddy’s eyes were kind and alarmingly human  - you felt warm and happy when he looked at you, hand held in his. Definitely more of a Dad kind of guy.

His free hand brushed your cheek as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, looking into your eyes. “I’m glad you’re here. Chica could not stop talking about you earlier. I haven’t seen her this happy since…”

He trailed off, looking away with a sadness that seemed so visceral, he didn’t feel like an AI. You immediately understood his words, and you squeezed his hand with a sympathetic smile.

“He was my favorite of the band,” you confessed with a light laugh. “I always wanted to come here to meet him one-on-one.”

“He would have loved you.” Freddy agreed, his ears turning down. “He was… very much like you. A little more sarcastic, perhaps, but he was kind.”

For a moment, you had a sardonic laugh about that. A lot like me? For the band’s sake, you hoped that wasn’t the case. You weren’t afraid to profess how much of a little gremlin you could be.

“I wish I knew what happened to him.” Freddy continued morosely. “I have my hunches, but I don’t want to make things worse than they are.”

Oh.

You frowned at the ground, unable to say anything back. What could you say that wouldn’t stir the pot?

“He wouldn’t want me to keep moping about him. I apologize, Superstar.” He shook his head and looked back at you. “Would you like a picture?”

“Sure! Photos always get me out of my funk.” You pulled out your phone and winked.

The two of you huddled close together, your head resting on his shoulder, as you smiled at the lens. Freddy held up a peace sign for one picture, while you were winking.

As you let your arm back down, you went through them. “They turned out well.”

“They did.” He nodded his head and patted your hair. “What else would you like to do?”

“Well, what do you do for fun?” Slipping your phone back into your jeans pocket, you turned to him in question.

“Hm. What do I do for fun…” he tapped his chin in thought before his eyes lit up in realization. “Do you like arcades?”

“I love arcades.” You were dead serious as you grabbed his shoulder.

“Excellent!” The bear beamed as he made to get up. “Would you like to check it out?”

“Yes, please!” You bounced with excitement as you hopped from the couch.

As soon as you stepped out of the elevator into the dark room, you gasped.

It was beautifully decorated, with neon lights lighting up the walkway just enough so that you wouldn’t stumble and fall. The tiles were glossy and mirrorlike, and the décor seemed so much fancier than befitted a mall.

“Whoa,” you breathed. “All this for an arcade?”

“You’d be surprised,” Freddy chuckled. Taking your hand, he gestured forward. “Well, let’s go.”

He led you through, and you came to a large room full of arcade machines and soft carpet, music playing over the speakers as well as from the machines themselves.

Your eyes sparkled as you beheld them, and you let go of Freddy’s hand to clasp your own together. “I haven’t been in a proper arcade since my seventh birthday!”

“Do you see any that you recognize?” He followed you around, his eyes glowing as bright as a flashlight.

“Not yet,” you frowned as you looked and darted around the machines. “Oh, they have Cap-Man! I loved that game as a kid!”

You excitedly approached the machine, digging your wallet out of your bag. Freddy watched as you fished for some quarters.

“This thing does take money, right?”

“I believe so.” He looked around. “Most of them take an arcade pass to play, but older models such as this only take real money.”

You looked up as you noticed him studying you. “Would you like to play?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“Of course not!” You shook your head and put in a few quarters. “As long as you don’t mind playing as Cap-Ma’am.”

Freddy shook his head, and took his place next to you at the arcade machine.

The game was fairly short-lived. You had to take a little bit to adjust to the controls again, but it was like you’d never stopped playing. Freddy was okay at it, but you figured he hadn’t played very much.

After a few rounds, you laughed, fist-pumping. “I’m still worthy! The gaming deities haven’t abandoned me yet!”

“That was a good game, (y/n).” He seemed proud as he patted your head. “What other games do you like?”

“Well, I dunno.” You shrugged. “The games I play now can’t be found in an arcade cabinet. Well, unless you count Mario Kart. I don’t even think this place has Mario Kart.”

“It’s worth a look, isn’t it?” He asked.

“I suppose.” You shot him a mischievous grin. “At the very least, I’ll get to blow my money on more games on the way!”

To your lack of luck, you didn’t end up finding Mario Kart. You did, however, find a generic racing game - and that was honestly enough for you.

Freddy was a good sport about it, indulging you in your excitement and letting you stop and play whatever caught your eye.

About half an hour later, you sat with him at a booth, satisfied (and out of quarters). He let you lean on him, his warmth soothing you.

“That was fun,” you commented. “I haven’t done that in a while.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” His pleasant voice made you close your eyes. “Oh, are you getting sleepy?”

“No, just very relaxed.” You huffed a laugh and rested your hand on his chest. “Believe it or not, this is the least stressed I’ve been in a long time.”

The soft lights and the music were so reminiscent of your childhood, that it was easy to get carried away. Especially in the dark, where it was so incredibly easy to get away with so much…

Suddenly, your eyes opened. An idea was brewing. “Didn’t we pass by some photo booths on our way here?”

“I recall so, yes.” He tilted his head at you in question. “Do you wish to take more photos?”

“Only if you’ll be able to fit in there!” You joked, sitting back up.

“It will be a tight squeeze, but I can fit,” he surmised with a smile. “Let’s go, then.”

You led him by the hand back into the arcade, where you found one not far from the exit.

You pulled the curtain back and Freddy carefully started to shimmy into the booth, bending so that his head wouldn’t strike the ceiling.

As soon as he was settled in, you climbed in after him, settling in his lap. His legs closed around you, and once you let the curtain go, you were both left sitting there.

“Alright. Does it take cash, or…?” You asked, wiggling to get comfortable.

“Oh.” Freddy sounded disappointed. “I’ve forgotten. The photo booths do take an arcade pass to operate.”

“That sucks.” You slumped, yet your smile grew. “Well, we don’t have to move - I kind of like the confined space.”

“Okay.”

You leaned back against his chest, closing your eyes as his hands rested on his thighs. They were about as big as your whole face, and those nails looked sharp - though fortunately from your romps with Monty and Roxy, you knew they weren’t actually dangerous.

The only light came from his eyes, which illuminated the dark screen of the photo booth. It was pleasantly quiet, save for the arcade music still playing outside.

“.. Hey, Freddy?”

“What is it?”

“Have you ever… had a crush before?”

You could see him blink in the reflection of the monitor. “Not that I have known.”

“Really?” That was surprising. “Not even on someone like Chica?”

He chuckled, patting your head. “Chica is one of my very best friends.”

“Man, that’s awkward…” you muttered, leaning into his touch.

“I assume that you have?” He kindly asked.

“Once or twice,” you shrugged vaguely. “They never lasted long.”

“From what I have seen of the people who come here, they seldom do.”

You shifted again, and Freddy’s hand rested on your shoulder.

“Are you well?” He asked, concern bleeding into his tone. “Your internal temperature has gone up since we entered the booth.”

“Ah, yeah, fine,” you answered distractedly. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

“You.”

“What about me?” He sounded so inquisitive, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Everything.”

Freddy remained quiet for a little while, allowing you to relax with your thoughts. You were having so much fun, it was hard to think about the fact that it was going to end in a few hours. You didn’t even want to check your phone for the time, lest it dampen your spirits more.

Shifting once more, you settled in against his chestplate.

“Are you alright? You keep wiggling.” He shifted his legs apart further. “Are you nervous in contained areas?”

I want you in my contained area, your down-atrocious brain supplied. You pushed it down and instead replied, “I’m fine, just a little sore.”

“Sore?” That seemed to alert him, and he gently grabbed your waist and turned you around, scanning you with his eyes. “I don’t sense any injuries..”

“That’s because I’m not hurt, Freddy.” You giggled, booping his nose. To your utter delight, it still honked.

He went cross-eyed before looking at you. “Are you sure?”

“Your sensors aren’t lying.” You settled onto your knees and grasped his shoulders.

“If you’re sure you’re alright,” he relented, cupping your cheek with one clawed hand. It easily wrapped around you, from your cheekbone to the back of your head. His thumb was pressed gingerly to your soft flesh, and you closed your eyes.

“Do you want to help me be less sore?” Your voice was soft, inviting.

Freddy blinked before nodding. “Of course. I am programmed to help. What can I do?”

Making sure you looked him in the eyes, you reached down to unbutton your jeans.

“What are you doing?” He questioned.

“Showing you the place that’s sore,” you answered, unzipping them.

“Down there?” He balked. “But that’s…”

Then he seemed to realize. “You… and Roxanne…”

“I’m surprised you figured me out that quick!” You giggled, pulling them down enough for him to get a good eyeful of your panties.

His eyes went half-lidded, and he shook his head. “This is inappropriate behavior for such a public place.”

“Not so public right now, is it?” You smiled at him, raising an eyebrow. “We’re all alone, in a photo booth… in the middle of the night…”

“One of the others could catch us,” he reminded you, though he wasn’t making much of a move to stop you.

“Why would they come all the way down here?” You kicked off your jeans and shoes, leaving you in your sweater, panties, and socks.

“It could be close to six,” he halfheartedly argued.

“The last time I looked at the clock, it was three AM.” You shook your head with a wag of your finger. “Try again.”

“The STAFF bots would have to clean up after us.”

“Let them.” You leaned in to peck his cheek. It was softer than you thought it would be, almost velvety. Did he have fur after all? “Right now, it’s just us.”

“The others would never let me hear the end of this.” His paw came to rest on the small of your back, and you shivered.

“Is that a no?”

“I never said as such.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling at him as you hooked a thumb under the waistband of your panties. “Then I don’t suppose you would mind me doing this…?”

You pulled down your undergarments, and immediately your cheeks flushed under his intense stare. Your core was alight with the licking flames of desire as his bright blue eyes flickered up and down your body, pausing on your blushing lips and moistening thighs.

“I have… never seen anything like this before,” his voice went even deeper, if possible, and you swallowed, feeling his fingers trail down to your hip.

“Do you like it?” Breathless, wanting.

“Yes.”

Your back arched as his thumb began to rub tight circles on your supple flesh, growing nearer and nearer to your eager lips, biting your lip as he leveled you with a look of uncharacteristic desire.

Did they program the robots to feel horny, or is this some kind of bug? You didn’t know, nor did you care.

“Freddy,” you whispered with a soft gasp as his thumbpad pressed against your clit, making your hips jump.

“Tell me if I do anything wrong,” he asked, eyes jumping to yours for the briefest of moments before going back down to your legs.

“Aaah, yes…” your words came out in the softest of hisses as his finger sank in.

“You are very wet…” his voice was husky as you leaned into him, resting your chin against his cheek. “Yet you’re so warm and inviting…”

“I’ve been wanting this,” you shyly admitted, spreading your legs open wider as his first finger crept in next.

“Have you, now…” he chuckled, shaking his head. “What about Roxanne?”

“Her, too.”

“You are so naughty,” his voice was so unbearably teasing as his first finger began rubbing small circles on your clit and drawing gasping whimpers from your throat. “I haven’t been your first?”

“Oh, no,” you shot him a devilish grin. “I had to prepare myself for you, of course. What fun would I have in going right for the star?”

Freddy’s ears twitched, and if he could raise his eyebrows, you have no doubt he would have.

“Besides, I’m not a virgin.” You winked. “Not anymore.”

“Am I not the first to claim you?”

“Well, no, not in that way.” You shrugged, appearing coy. “Monty got that honor.”

“Ah, is that so?” Instead of jealousy, like you expected, he sounded surprised. “Was it enjoyable?”

“Best dick I’ve had to date,” you shamelessly bragged. “Unless you can outdo him, of course.”

“I am not one to engage in rivalries, but I would gladly indulge in this one,” he answered, his gaze narrowing. A mischievous smile spread across his muzzle and you felt his thumb curl inside you. “No hard feelings, of course.”

You mewled, arching your back and rolling your hips. How was he so good at this?! “So you’ve-- ahn--  never done this before?”

“You are my first.” HIs voice changed to something softer. “Am I doing well?”

“You’re doing so well, don’t worry.” You cupped his cheek and smiled.

“That’s good. I would hate to disappoint you.” He returned your look with a bashful one, one that made your heart do a backflip.

He’s so damn adorable. Dammit, my heart is melting.

“Hey,” you remembered, “do you have a… y’know… under that plate?”

“I do not know. I have never checked.”

The two of you looked down, and as Freddy opened his pelvic plate, sure enough, from the dark cavity rose a creamsicle-colored phallus. Light-orange around the outside and cream on the inside, it looked as inviting as it seemed.

You stared fervently at it. It was definitely about as big as Monty’s, though it wasn’t tapered at the tip, and it was just a little wider.

“Huh,” you intelligently observed. “I guess you do have one.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“That’s an awesome thing.” You nodded, reaching out to touch it.

The second your fingertip made contact with the shaft, Freddy shivered, and the penis twitched. Something translucent was already leaking from the head, and you licked your lips as artificial orange hit your nose.

“Oh my,” he whispered, only loud enough for you to catch.

Your heart was pounding, desire twisting your gut as you grasped it this time, descending your hand in a lazy stroke down the shaft. The answering jolt of Freddy’s hips only made you smile.

“Do you want this?” Your voice was scant louder than his. “Do you want me to take care of it for you?”

“Please,” he breathed.

You could do nothing but oblige.

Sinking down, you slipped off of the seat and grasped the shaft tighter in your hand. Making sure he was watching, you pressed your lips to the tip, coating them in the thick, sweet liquid.

His eyes watched you feverishly as you slipped the tip into your mouth, your tongue circling around the best you could. He moaned, his fingers tangling into your hair, and you began to bob your head.

Stroking the base, you began to take him deeper into your mouth - until he hit the back. You gagged slightly, easing an inch or two out - and answered his concerned voice with a thumbs-up. You were fine, you could handle this.

Slowly, you began to suck. It was a better texture than you thought it would be, presumably about the same material of Roxy and Chica’s tubes. It was soft in your mouth, bending slightly as you pressed into the underside with your tongue. You scraped your teeth across the top - and he groaned in response, the deep sound vibrating through your mouth.

“Such a good job,” he praised lowly, petting your head. “Oh, (y/n)...”

The part of you that dealt with daddy issues was absolutely crying at this. His praise lit up parts of you that you hadn’t thought existed, sending butterflies fluttering in your stomach and making your heart feel light.

As you bobbed your head up and down, his own reclined, resting against the wall, yet he never took his eyes off of you. You met his gaze and your cheeks flushed a pretty red at the softness you found there, a special intimacy that made you feel all kinds of bashful and exposed in the best of ways.

Dare you be cliché, it felt as if it was your first time with a lover, instead of something programmed to entertain.

When you swallowed around him, it seemed to do something to kick him into overdrive, his voice box stuttering as his whole body seemed to shake.

“Please do that again,” he pleaded.

Smiling around his dick, you did so again - and were surprised when his hand gripped your hair tighter, his hips jutting into your face just as a shot of orange-tasting cum went down your throat.

You choked for a moment, yet you didn’t pull back - not yet, and you were able to drink as he came into your mouth.

Freddy caressed your scalp when you finally let go of him with a audibly wet pop, your lips swollen and dripping with cum. You panted, looking up into his face through your eyelashes as you slowly licked it off of your bottom lip.

“Was that good?” Your voice was still husky, your throat just a little sore.

“You were amazing, Superstar,” he encouraged, and it was enough to make your pussy throb. Damn you needed therapy if this was getting you off.

You reached for where your panties were dangling from your ankles and dropped them to the floor before shifting your legs, resting your knee on the other side of his hip and grasping his dick.

As you lowered yourself onto him, a deep, reverberating moan left him - and you bit your lip as it sent shockwaves through the pit of your gut, straight to your core. The head sank inside of you, and Freddy’s eyes went half-lidded - staring right into yours.

“You’re so big,” you keened.

“Your internal temperature has increased dramatically,” he replied, brushing a thumb across your brow. “Is that because of me?”

“Ooh, yes,” you moaned, as his other hand grasped your hip and pushed you down further. “Freddy…”

The bot let out a deep, satisfied sigh in response as your pussy took him deeper and deeper. From the angle you had, his shaft ground against your special spot, the tip pushing further than you thought possible.

The breath left your chest as you were finally seated in his lap, his dick stretching you wide open. Though he wasn’t at the end of your cavern, he was close - you could feel him just centimeters from your cervix, and the thrill of it made you shiver deliciously.

“Are you ready?” His fingers traced your hipbones, waiting.

“My body is ready for Freddy,” you jested with a light laugh.

Without much more of a wait, he brought you up, up, up - and then dropped you down again. Your laughter cut off into a choked moan, and you found your arms wrapping around his shoulders.

“Oh, o-oh,” you gasped.

“Ride me,” he ordered softly.

Biting your lip, you began to bounce up and down in his lap, your knees clenching together around his thighs. His dick was hitting spots you didn’t know you had, and it was exhilarating.

He was groaning quietly, murmuring soft praises to you under his breath - into your ear from where your chin rested on his shoulder, his hands massaging your hips.

“You’re so good, such a good girl,” he encouraged, his dulcet tones making your head light. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Daddy,” you keened without realizing.

You paused the moment it left your mouth, and so did Freddy. His shallow thrusts paused and you could feel the confusion in his voice as he echoed, “Daddy?”

“Sorry,” you murmured, embarrassed.

“I’m not offended, just… surprised,” he replied. “I did not think I enjoyed being called that.”

Your heart fluttered, and you pulled back to smile at him. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” he answered with an encouraging squeeze.

Your voice warbled louder as he sank you back onto him, and you gripped his shoulders tightly. “Ah, D- Daddy!”

“Good girl,” he cooed, his thumb finding your clit.

You writhed under his touch, delicious sparks going up your body intensified by the slightest vibration.

“Is this what you wanted to hear?” He questioned, emphasizing his words with a firm roll of your clit under his thumb. “Did you want to hear someone call you good? To praise you? To make you feel wanted?”

This was hitting  dangerously close to home, but not close enough for you to lose your ladyboner. “Fuck yes, keep going,” you begged.

“What a mouth you have.” He tutted. “I don’t have to remind you again to watch your language, now do I?”

“No, Daddy,” you shook your head rapidly. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“That’s my star.” His smile seemed a touch less wholesome, more sultry, as he ran his claws down your back. “Moan for me.”

You pressed your chest to his, another cry escaping your lips as he hit your g-spot head-on. “Freddy!”

“That’s not what you wanted to call me, is it?” A teasing tone to his voice and his finger withdrew from your clit.

“Fuh-- Daddy!” You would be ashamed your voice was that loud if the arcade hadn’t been empty of people and there hadn’t been music to drown you out. “Please, please make me cum, please…”

“Do you deserve to cum?”

“Yes please, I’ve been so good,” you begged, trying to grind your hips down. “Please Daddy!”

“Alright, little superstar. Let’s see you come undone.”

Without warning, he gripped your hip tight and forced you down, ripping a cry from you as he completely filled you up over and over again. His finger on your clit didn’t cease, rolling it about and sending sparks of pure electric pleasure through you. Your body jolted and twitched, your head falling back, your eyes rolling back into your skull.

“I’m coming,” you shakily exclaimed. “Fuck, coming--!”

Your pussy clamped down like a vice on his dick, squeezing the life out of it as you spasmed with your release.

Freddy held you there, his hand caressing your hip with an almost loving touch, his deep blue eyes scouring each inch of your sweaty body as you glistened under the light.

When at last you stopped, your body falling limply into his arms, he began to pump into you again, relishing the weak moans escaping your lips.

“You were such a good girl for me,” he praised, his hand coming up to pet your head. “You’re so beautiful, (y/n).”

You couldn’t even muster up a response, closing your eyes and falling back into the sensations of his cock stirring up your arousal, despite your body warning you that it was still too soon.

He grunted, gripping you tight in a hug as he finally stilled, his dick sheathed within, and released.

The feeling of his claws gently scraping against your scalp and the soft reverberation of his voice lulled you into a state of unconsciousness, barely feeling the ticklish trickle of his fluid down your legs.

As you finally felt yourself nod off, one hazy thought entered your brain: Holy fuck... am I a furry?

#fnaf #fnaf x female reader #fnaf x reader #fnaf security breach #security breach #security breach x female reader #security breach x reader #glamrock freddy #glamrock freddy x female reader #glamrock freddy x reader #smut #crack treated seriously #tw: daddy kink #cw: daddy kink #daddy kink cw

[sinistcrhood]

muses to pick from ▻ holly, astrid, and scarlett open to ▻ masculine/non-binary characters!

ㅤㅤㅤ"So, there's no specific reason I'm asking, but..." The woman began, drifting off as she slowly walked her fingers along the inside of the male's thigh. Humming briefly before she continued where she left off. "-- what's your opinion on the Daddy kink?"

#smut starter #indie kink rp #open starter #1x1 rp #s: holly #s: astrid #s: scarlett #queue me after six #cw: daddy kink #nsf/*t

[tojisun]

simon grunts, his chest heaving as he palms at his chub, tracing the twitching muscle of his cock and letting out a hiss at the muted pleasure that razes through him. he shivers at the heated look you give him, your pretty eyes awash with desire, scalding as it trails down the lines of his bulk until it settles on his flesh.

“ah,” you whisper and simon nearly moans at the awe in your voice.

“s’right, baby,” he says, feeling the way he pulses underneath his low-hanging sweats. “s’all f’r you.”

there is a whine that drags itself from the base of your throat, so primal in the way it scratches your vocal cords, and simon has to fist his cock to stop himself from rutting against his palm.

“i can’t,” you whine, pouting, your eyes still trained on his groin. “‘m gonna be late for work.”

“please,” he croaks out, breathless himself. “how about jus’ the tip, love? jus’ give daddy a taste of you ‘round me, yeah?”

simon knows it is playing dirty to pull this card on you—to exploit your one weakness—but simon’s guilt is tucked underneath his stretching need, the desire bloating as it leaks past his rationality, leaving him with thinning restraints.

your sharp inhale is all the answer he needs.

he bites the inside of his cheek to tamp down the smirk dancing to the corners of his lips.

“okay,” you reply, tentative and quiet. “but just the tip, you promise?”

“swear,” simon murmurs.

like a goddamn liar.

he relishes in the squeals dripping from your parted lips, only for them to be muffled into your pillow.

he’s got you on your knees, your front all but pressed flat on the bed, your arms having lost the energy to keep yourself up as simon fucks you from the back. he’s got fistfuls of your ass, using them as sweet, sweet leverage as he manhandles your body back to his cock.

“so good f’r daddy, sweet’art,” he rumbles, his voice so deep it even sounds foreign to him. “so, so fuckin’ good, love.”

he punctuates his words with hard thrusts; drawing his cock out slowly, deliberately torturous so he can watch the way your hole grips at his cock, not wanting to let him go, before punching it back in. he doesn’t stop and keeps pushing his cock past the gummy press of your walls until his hips are pressed flush to the fat of your ass.

then, he repeats the process—sharp snaps of his hips leaving you twitching, and simon watches with a crazed giddiness as your hands uselessly scratch at the sheets as though that could tether you.

he bends forward, his bulk covering your trembling body. “such a cute darlin’ for me, lovie.” he ruts his cock along a particular sweet spot. “say ‘thank you’ to daddy?”

he hears a warbled reply from where your head is pressed to your pillow.

“hmm? wha’s ‘at?”

simon cups a hand on your forehead and carefully pulls, tipping your head up just enough that he can hear you.

he hears a hiccuped sob, then, “than’ you, daddy.”

simon giggles and presses a kiss on the back of your head. “what a good doll y’are.”

something about that makes your body tremble, spasming in his hold, and simon watches with awe as your toes curl, before he has to let go of you at the sudden tightening of your walls. his eyes go white, his ears ringing with a sharp static.

he feels so, so overwhelmed at the expanding euphoria that washes over him, lapping at the synapses from the back of his skull to the cavity of his ribs.

“you came,” simon mutters in awe, his voice passing through his teeth like a gritted hiss. “christ, lovie-”

-

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley #cw daddy kink #suns #gushing myself #q

[desires-of-chain]

THE “only good puppies get treats” LINE?!?? jokes on him I’m creaming in my pants just from that. And then he better punish me for it 🥺😏. Imagine further in the relationship when reader does it purposely and gets forced to their knees once he corners them only to look up at him with the most shit eating grin saying “I’ve been a bad puppy daddy, what are you going to do about it?”

-🍩

....He definitely stuffed his cock down their throat after that, snarling how they got on his nerves and did they feel proud for it as he listens to them gag. Saliva dripping everywhere, truly making a mess out of them, but pulls out at the last minute and tells them to meet him in his room tonight. Somebody is going to be edged and fucked into the next week with no ability to walk 😏 HINT: it's not him

#.bea answers #smut #🍩 anon #cw: daddy kink

[direnightshade]

All Too Well (Part Two)

Last year, @burningdownthedark hit both @leatherboundbirate and I with an idea for an au of our au, featuring All Too Well and I thought you know, I’m going to write about this. AND NO SHOCKER HERE but I’m still in the process of doing so. This is the second part, which is a follow up to the Intro, which you can read here.

Warnings: Female Reader, Angst, Daddy Kink, Gendered Pet Names, Student/Teacher Power Dynamic, Light Choking/Gagging Word Count: 1,435 As always, you can find this over on AO3.

Months later the mild warmth of early Autumn days has long since given way to the bitter and whipping winds of a colder than normal winter, but in the confines of a locked office, the two of you remain oh so warm. Panted breaths remain hushed to prevent those kept at bay by the closed door from becoming privy to what’s currently unfolding as clumsy hands fumble with a belt, the buckle soon knocking heavily against the exposed wooden top of the desk between your parted legs. Jack utters a soft hush against your lips, swallowing down a moan that slips free from your lips when deft fingers pull aside dampened fabric to explore your already glistening cunt. You respond in kind, wrapping a hand around the thick girth of his half-hard cock, causing his hips to buck further into your grasp; a silent urging for you to continue.

“That’s it, Princess,” he gasps into your mouth when your hand gives a tentative squeeze before setting a steady rhythm. “Want you to get Daddy nice ‘n’ hard before I–mmmfffuck–wreck this little pussy.”

A happy little noise is emitted, something akin to a breathy laugh or maybe a gasp—perhaps a mix of the two, Jack cannot really tell. Truthfully, he’s too far gone to really care, lost in the way that your soft hand strokes up and down his cock that now stands rigid against your palm. His hips begin to give tentative thrusts that move in perfect rhythm with your hand and this time, when your thumb glides along the head of his cock to spread and smear the beads of precum that have already gathered, it is Jack who is forced to be as quiet as possible. His lips part against yours, and a puff of hot air fans across your face as he huffs out a silent moan in response to the touch. God, he’s going to miss this when—

No, he shakes the thought from his mind.

He’s going to enjoy this moment with you. And enjoy he does when he pulls his fingers from your slick cunt, watching as they glisten beneath the harsh fluorescent lights overhead.

“Open,” he instructs.

It comes as no surprise to him that you do as you’re told, opening your mouth to reveal your tongue to him. He slides his fingers in, showing little mercy when he jabs them into the back of your throat. He likes this, likes watching as your happy expression changes to one of focus and concentration as you struggle not to choke on thick digits. You fail, of course. You always fail—small choking noises fill the room, and as you struggle against him, he can feel the way that your hand inadvertently grips and squeezes his cock tighter, as if doing so helps to brace you through moments such as this. His cock throbs against your palm and, fuck, he’d love nothing more than to have you on your knees in front of him, his angry, red cock shoved deep into the back of your throat as you fight against him, struggling to breathe while he stuffs you full.

He shakes the image from his mind, chasing away darker thoughts that always linger so dangerously close—too close for his liking.

Now that his fingers have been sufficiently cleaned, he pulls them free from your mouth and uses the spit that now covers them to slicken his cock once he chases away the hand that had been holding it mere seconds ago. Even held in his large hand, his cock still manages to look impressive and intimidating and though he knows that you yield to him so perfectly, taking him with little complaint each time, he cannot help but wonder if this is finally the time you tell him that it is too much.

Jack takes a step forward, his slacks now slipping down to the midway points of his thighs from the movement. He takes his time now, teasing the both of you as he slides the head of his cock up along your wet pussy, circling it around your clit over and over again. He loves this moment, as torturous as it is for him, because he knows that it is even more so for you; the light taps his doles out onto the sensitive bundle of nerves coupled with the ceaseless circling are almost always guaranteed to have your body trembling beneath his.

Oh, how he loves to see you at his mercy.

He waits until you are teetering so dangerously close to the edge, right when you begin to spasm and clench around nothing, though you’re still not quite there yet. Only then does he allow his cock to slip down until it notches in the warmth of your cunt, and without allowing for any accommodation to his girth, Jack seizes forward, stopping only when he can go no further, until he is buried in you completely. It’s risky, he knows, doing this to you when there are people right outside of the door, administrators who could hear if you so much as let a moan or a scream slip past those pretty lips of yours. But it’s the thrill of such a notion that Jack loves so much. Even in spite of his rough handling, how he purposely tries to coax the faintest little whimper from you—tries to see how much he can get away with—you always manage to stay perfectly quiet.

His perfect girl.

Your pussy feels as if it was made for him, gripping him tightly, bringing him closer and closer to his release with each stroke of his cock against your soft, slick walls. The desk squeaks once beneath you on a particularly rough thrust, and though Jack shifts his attention to the door, his hips never once cease their relentless onslaught. His brow is beaded with sweat when he looks back to you, brows now pinched in concentration and face reddened by the strain of keeping quiet. He slips a hand between the two of you to work a calloused thumb against your already sensitive and stiffened clit, circling it over and over again until finally—fuck, finally—he can feel your cunt fluttering around him and gripping him even tighter than before. His free hand is quick to slip over your mouth, perhaps gripping a little too hard as he stops the cries that always inevitably slip free in spite of your best efforts to keep them at bay.

Jack, the very man who you’ve heard snarling, grunting, and growling like a feral beast possessed in your most heated of moments, cums with birthing more than the tiniest whimper. Throwing his head back, veins and tendons straining with the effort of being silent in a moment when he’d love nothing more than to roar with ferocity, his hips stutter and then still entirely. His cock throbs with each rope of cum that he shoots deep into your greedy little cunt. When he finally settles, the all too intense sensation passing, he bends down to deposit a single kiss to your lips.

“I love you,” you whisper up to him like a prayer, the words you’ve held onto for months now finally spilling free.

There is the faintest curving of his lips, you notice, but… Jack finds that he can’t bring himself to say it. The words are trapped in his throat, stuck behind a blockade of other emotions he cannot bear to burden you with here and now. It never comes, the verbal reciprocation you’d desperately been hoping for. Instead, Jack leans in once more and presses a tender kiss to your forehead, allowing his lips to linger for longer than necessary before pulling away from you to tuck himself back into his pants and make himself look presentable once again.

With a quick glance at the watch that adorns his wrist, he looks back at where you remain atop his desk. “If you hurry, you can make it to your creative writing class on time.”

It’s impossible to miss the disappointment that flashes across your face when he finally speaks. Jack falls silent again when you all but throw yourself off of his desk, avoiding any and all eye contact with him as you work to fix your appearance before gathering the collegiate materials you’d left on a nearby seat when you’d first entered his office earlier in the day.

There are no more words exchanged when you vacate his office, leaving him standing in the center of the room, a hand passing through thinning hair. All that remains is a deafening silence.

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