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sunflowersoncolumbiaroad · 10 months ago

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Daddy's Home

@negraarmadura, ty for the inspiration & pic 🙏

"He stands facing her as he unbuttons and rolls up his sleeves. . . . Then, he beckons her with one finger, and with the other hand, removes his belt in one swift motion. . .'"

WORD COUNT: 2200

PAIRING: Daddy Dom x Little Girl (18+). Unnamed characters, undescribed physically (except daddy's hands).

SUMMARY: Daddy gets home and wonders if you've been a good girl. No plot, only tension building & smut.

WARNINGS: I8+ established loving, consensual relationship, D/S dynamics, pet names (sweetpea, little one, baby), praise, use of belt, spanking, restraints, unsafe sex, the usual hand kink, finger sucking, gentle neck holding?, fluff.

divider by @saradika-graphics 🩶

He gets home from work late. She’s waiting for him, wearing a pretty little dress with no bra, and a necklace he gave her. "I missed you, daddy," she says as he hugs her in the kitchen.

"Oh, little one." He kisses her on the forehead and smooths her dress, running his hands down the small of her back to her ass, where he gives her a squeeze before pulling away to look at her. He asks, "have you been a good girl today?"

A flash of mischief sparkles in her eyes, and she looks away shyly. He takes her chin in his hand to make her look at him again. He lightly runs his thumb over her bottom lip. Her lips part, and she takes his thumb into her mouth. The pad of his thumb slides over her tongue. She wraps her lips around it and sucks. He says, "I asked you a question, sweetie."

She releases his thumb with a smack, and he places it wetly on her chin. She replies, "I dunno," with affection in her eyes as she admires his face.

"Hmm," he lets go of her jaw. He undoes his necktie as he slowly walks away, and he lets the open tie hang from his shirt. She follows him to the living room, but allows distance and stops well behind him. She crosses her arms, one hand playing with her hair as she watches.

He stands in front of the sofa facing her as he unbuttons and rolls up his sleeves. He undoes the top few buttons of his shirt as well. She admires the way his arms and hands flex as he does it. Then, he beckons her with one finger, and with the other hand, he unbuckles and removes his belt in a swift motion, catching the tail of it in the same hand. Her tummy flutters at the speed and grace of his hand.

"On your knees" he nods to the floor, a few feet in front of him.

She kneels on the carpet and rests her butt on her heels. He sits down on the sofa, facing her with his thighs spread, then bends forward, bracing his forearms on his knees. With his eyes devouring her hungrily, he slowly folds the belt. Her eyes fixate on his hands and the way they flex. She takes a deep, desirous breath as she watches him, hypnotized by his masculine veins. She wets her lips.

"What am I gonna do with you, sweetpea," he asks, "if I can't be sure you were good?"

Her eyes are wide. “What are you gonna do, Daddy?”

"I think you might need a reminder," he nods. "What do you think?"

She replies, "You know best, Daddy."

He says, "That's right, little one. That's good. So, you know what?"

"What?"

"I'll let you choose." He nods toward the other room and asks, “The switch?” Then nods down to his hands. “Or the belt?”

She asks, "Not your hand?"

His face darkens at the question, and he takes a deep breath through his nose. "The belt or the switch, sweetpea?”

She bites her lip, then says, "that one," nodding at the belt.

“Daddy's favorite,” she whispers to herself.

“Hmm?” he raises his eyebrows.

“The belt please, Daddy,” She nods toward it

Her eyes linger between his legs, eager to observe his desire for her. He follows her eyes and adjusts himself, already getting hard. Then he braces his hands on his knees to stand up, still holding the belt. He pockets the folded belt, and she can see the shape of it in his pants, with the end of it protruding from his pocket.

He squats behind her and roughly pulls up her dress. As he removes the dress, he takes his time to grope and feel what’s his. Desire is building, with blood already rushing to his loins. He puts her dress aside, so she’s wearing only a thong. Then, he slides the necktie out of his collar. He holds both her wrists with one hand and ties them together, secure but not too tight.

Then he gets up and slowly stalks around her, admiring her nude vulnerability from all angles. She watches his face, then her eyes keep falling to his dress pants. He follows her gaze, and when he’s right in front of her, he stops. He steps forward with his pelvis inches from her face. She breathes deeply.

He cradles the back of her head, and gently brings his crotch to her face. She lets out a soft gasp, then nuzzles her head against his hardening dick. He takes the belt from his pocket as she rubs her face against his package, with her hands still tied behind her back. His arousal grows with the affectionate touch of her head. She moans when she feels him swell harder.

He slides his fingers into her hair, dragging them lightly against her scalp, then takes hold of her hair and pulls upward and toward the ottoman, so she knows to assume the position.

She bends over the ottoman, and he stands in front of her, letting her have a look. He's ominously holding the belt with both hands again, making it into a loop then clenching his fists and pulling it tight.

Then he slowly goes to stand behind her and warns, “Ok, little one.”

He positions himself, pulls the belt back, and swats the back of her upper thighs, not too hard at first. “Mm,” she grunts. He repeats the motion, with a little more force, and right after the sound of impact, she grunts a little louder. He knows that sound well. He does it again, working his way up to the beautiful swell of her ass. He pauses to admire the marks on her upper thighs. He takes off her thong and she lifts her knees one by one to help.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

He gets back into position, and spanks her ass with the belt, watching it jiggle beautifully. “Mmm,” she moans.

He asks, “You’ll be good for Daddy, won’t you?”

She mumbles a muffled, “yes,” mouth buried against the ottoman. "Mmm, daddy." He spanks her with the belt a few more times, until, "mmm--ohh" her grunts and moans begin to run together, then he pauses.

"What's that, baby?"

“I’ll be good,” she slurs. Her exposed pussy glistens with arousal. A few more spanks, and once she’s whimpering and nearly dripping--once he can tell it’s time--he drops the belt.

He comes around front and takes her jaw in his hand, making her look at him. Her face is hot to the touch, and in her eyes, he observes tears and wide pupils.

“I know, sweetpea,” he nods. “You’ll be good for Daddy.”

She nods.

He lets go of her jaw, then pets her head. He trails his hand down her head, between her shoulders, to the small of her back, where her wrists are still tied. Then he kneels at her side. He can reach her face with one hand and her ass with the other.

He spreads his palm wide and gently lays it on her ass. He lifts a butt cheek then lets it drop, watching it jiggle again, making him burn with desire. He rubs his hard length through his pants and sighs. She moans at the sound of his pleasure. Then he wedges his hand between her thighs. She obediently spreads her knees to make room.

He inhales sharply through his nose when his flattened fingers slide through her wet folds. “Nice and ready for Daddy, aren’t you?”

“Mm-hmm,” she nods.

“Want it real bad.”

“Mm-hmm.”

His fingers slide to reach her clit, which twitches against him already. He begins to pleasure her, just how she likes. Her sweet little sounds are music to his ears. He braces his free hand on the small of her back as he works his magic. Her whimpers become drawn out. He brings his free hand to her mouth and lets her suck his fingers while his other hand pleasures her. He reassures her, “it’s okay, baby.”

“Mmm,” she whines on his fingers.

He continues to stimulate her with his other hand, encouraging, “Come on, that’s a good girl.”

He takes his fingers out of her mouth and gently holds her neck. Then, her body jerks and her hips push into his hand. He holds her cunt as she cums. He covers her pussy, feeling her pulse against his fingers, feeling how it’s all his. He presses his palm harder against her throbbing cunt as she unravels.

“Mmm,” he hums in observation as her climax slows down.

—

He doesn’t let go. Instead, his thumb prods at her entrance. Her dripping hole lets it slide in, hugged by her warm walls. His other fingers remain cupping her mound. Her snug pussy twitches around his thumb every few seconds, squeezing it. His palm moves against her clit, and he asks, “You want Daddy’s cock?”

“Mm-hmm,” she mumbles, tired with pleasure.

“One more for Daddy,” he demands, rubbing her most sensitive place. He replaces his thumb with two thick fingers. His hips slowly push against the ottoman seeking relief for his throbbing erection as he fingers her. It doesn’t take long before she’s unraveling again, whimpering as she squeezes his drenched fingers with her warmth.

“Good girl,” he praises.

By now, he’s so stiff, leaking and aching to be inside her. He slides out his thumb, removes his hand, and quickly unbuttons and unzips his pants.

He palms himself through his boxer briefs, and gets behind her. He quickly unbuttons the rest of his shirt, then frees his cock. She’s still quivering, and her hole is winking with the echoes of her orgasm.

He squeezes his engorged cock and brings the tip to her cunt, sliding the tip through her wet folds, pressing it against her clit, getting it thoroughly wet with her arousal.

“Ready for Daddy?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He notches the tip at her entrance, and she gasps.

“What do you say, sweetpea?”

“Please, Daddy.”

“That's right,” he agrees.

He pushes into her, and his cock slowly divides her insides as it’s sheathed in her warm, tight cunt. He sighs as his pelvis becomes flush with her ass. He spends a moment fully inside her, enjoying the snug heat, and the intimacy between them. Then her walls twitch, still echoing the pleasure he provided already. “Ahh,” he softly moans. She whimpers with sensitivity, and at the sound of his voice.

He slowly pulls his hips back, withdrawing most of his length, then slams back into her with a grunt.

“Oh--Daddy—”

“Yeah, it’s okay, baby.”

At first, he fucks her at a leisurely pace, savoring her tight, wet heat and the way her body hugs him. Her hands are still tied behind her back, with her elbows out. He gradually speeds up and reaches a regular rhythm. She clenches on him once in a while. With his left hand, he grabs her wrists, his fingers curling into the necktie. Her biceps flex, offering resistance and he holds onto the tie and hands for leverage as he pounds her.

He pulls her hands all the way back to his abdomen, and her chest lifts off the ottoman. He bends forward and grabs her breast, groping it and making her moan and whimper, “Daddy,” as he fucks her from behind. “Mmm,” she moans, and he grunts, “Uggh,” as she tightens up again.

Her body flexes, and he twitches in anticipation. She feels him twitch and sighs, “Ohh,” as she comes on his cock. Hot and tight, she chokes his throbbing manhood. He fucks her through it, both of them breathing heavily, losing themselves in the pleasure. Squeeze after squeeze around his cock brings him closer and closer until he’s almost ready to cum.

He slams into her, making his balls slap, and he roughly palms both breasts, mashing them into her chest.

“Who do you belong to?” he asks.

“You, Daddy–ohhh–I’m yours.”

“That’s right,” he pants with another deep thrust.

"I'm--yours."

She clenches again, and he erupts. Pulsing against her walls, he pushes his cock even deeper as his warm release floods her. She whimpers, “Daddy, ohh–Daddy,” as he twitches inside her, filling her up. He thrusts slowly, coming to a rest deep inside as they both finish.

Without pulling out, he reaches a hand between their bodies to untie her wrists. She brings her hands to rest beneath her head. He rests his body on hers, his hands on hers--under her burning cheek. He remains there, cock deep inside, with aftershocks from their mutual peak. His abdomen expands with deep breaths against her back as they recover. Their bodies are slick with sweat. She loves to feel his skin against hers.

He kisses the back of her neck. “You did so good for Daddy,” he whispers.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” he kisses her cheek and strokes her hair.

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He lets his dick slide out, and kneels beside her. He pets her head and caresses her back. She looks at him lovingly, in a bit of a daze. She’s tired, but her skin buzzes with pleasure. She can see the pride and affection in his face, too.

He helps clean her up, and gets her some water. And when they're both clean, they lie down to watch a movie, with her head on Daddy's chest, and his hand on her head.

Thank you so much for reading 🖤

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sunflowersoncolumbiaroad · 1 year ago

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Oops!

Spock x Reader

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Warnings: second hand embarrassment, puke

Ao3: N/A

Notes:

I just like the idea of accidentally giving spock a vulcan kiss, okay????

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You knew that Mccoy's response of "Well be more social, then," was a result of him being busy. Not paying attention. But, you'd taken it to heart.

Being alone in your room so often had tanked your mental health. Introverted or not, part of "self care" is letting out your thoughts and feelings.

You can't help but think that self care is too complicated. Hygiene in itself is a fifty point list.

The best plan you had was to introduce yourself to someone. That in itself is difficult. There are too many options and techniques.

It was hard when it was just humans—or at least, mainly humans—back on Earth. But in the Enterprise? With even more races and cultures? Squeezed in? Together?

You enter the lift, blandly speaking out your destination. It's only when you notice the shoes next to you, shining, that you realize you have a chance to just— do this. Get it over with.

The anxiety swells in your throat, and you can't help but think it's not worth it. It'll take so much effort, and if you don't say anything, they'll never know.

"Good morning!" You chirp, before you can put to much thought in. It's much more gruff than you meant. You realize, as you swallow, that this is the first time you've spoken today.

You almost wonder if they're going to reply, but then you see a hand.

It barely takes a second to connect the dots. A handshake! Easy.

In your excitement at the ease of this venture, you bring your right hand to meet their left—and—oh.

Wrong hand. Your hands are touching. Theirs is straight, yours across it. Your ring and little finger are touching the side of their hand, your thumb tucked over their's.

You glance up at them, you don't make eye contact.

Your first two fingers presses against their last.

His last. His last two fingers.

He's male.

"Oh sorry, wrong hand!"

A Vulcan male.

He's Spock.

"Oh shit."

You jerk your hand back.

"The crude wording is not needed, Lieutenant-Commander."

"Spocckkk." You draw out through your teeth, voice high pitched.

"Yes?"

The doors open, no one is there.

"I am. Fuck, I am sorry. It wasn't— fuck, sorry."

The door closes. The lift remains still.

"I didn't mean to—" you take a breath. "It wasn't my intention to—" you pause.

His eyebrows raise, your heart beats faster.

Can he report you for harassment over this? It was just a handshake— be pretty fucked up if he could.

It would be pretty fucked up if he couldn't, too. Damn.

He probably should report you.

He won't.

"Kiss you?"

The words feel like bile in your mouth.

Or are you about to puke?

"That's not a question. I did not mean to phrase that as a question." You attempt to repair quickly. "I did not want to kiss you."

Oh that sounds plan rude!

"Or, er— you know what I mean."

You blink at him. How long have you been talking?

"Are you done, Lieutenant-Commander?"

You stay quiet, and after a few moments, you realize that it's a genuine question.

"You can— you can call me Doctor. And yes. Sorry."

He nods. "Doctor. It was a mistake. It is of no consequence, and does not alter my opinion of you."

You nod, anxiety not fading. You do, however, remember to breathe.

"Can I make it up to you?" Is your timid reply. You find that Spocks eyebrows can reach impressive heights.

"I suppose so. However, I do not see a reason that 'making it up to me' is needed."

You let out a breathy chuckle after a long moment of silence, and it does good to ease the tightness in your chest.

"Okay." You breathe. "When... do you have time?"

Spock doesn't take any time to think. "Tonight would be sufficient."

You nod. "My quarters."

He nods.

"Okay, you'll probably have to add another bead, so it'll fit. Let me—" you shift closer to him, taking a look at the bracelet in his hand. "—look at it."

It's only slightly too small for him, now. He'd decided to use the small glass bead in an elaborate pattern of rust, royal blue and copper. You had used the large plastic beads, and jokingly put an S bead on the bracelet. Baby blue.

"I do not see the point in making bracelets, Doctor."

You laugh. He's been happily putting beads on a string. He'd taken around ten minutes just choosing colours.

"Only idea I could come up with, really. Part of human culture."

You lean over, shoulder bumping his. "Okay, that looks good. Can I check it?"

Spock's eyebrow twitches. "Yes. That is agreeable."

"Alrighty." You gently grab each end of his bracelet, and he sticks his hand out. You bring the bracelet up, cupping his wrist like a U.

"Huh." You huff, scooting forward. "Okay, yeah, that's good. Want me to tie it?"

You glance up, making eye contact with Spock. The green of his face makes your eyebrows crease, but his face stays impassive.

He nods.

You promptly begin tying the bracelet, tearing your gaze away from his.

Once you have it double knotted, you reach over to the table, retrieve the scissors, and grab his hand.

Once you've snipped the excess, you hide the knot under a bead.

"Doctor."

You hum. "Yes?"

When looking to Spock, you are met only by his unwavering stare and green cheeks. No words.

Your gaze travels down, your hand holding his.

"Oh fuck me."

"That does seem to be the message you are sending, Doctor."

#he spent ten minutes picking colours for his friendship bracelet I'm SOBBING he's so cute 🥺🥺

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