#the resident x reader

[humblequestvinyl]

NERVOUS

NERVOUS, CONRAD HAWKINS X FEM!READER

APART OF THE HUMBLE QUEST SERIES

SUMMARY: after a secret relationship with a certain resident from atlanta, singer y/n l/n writes a song about all the way he makes her feel nervous.

inspired by nervous by maren morris

cw: implied smut & swearing

lowercase intentional! wordcount: 0.6k

a/n ive been watching the resident sm lately and forgot that they put gold love (i think, havent gotten there yet) is at the end of s2. also this is based off of the hq tour performance!! ps, thank u for sm love on hummingbird <333

“HOW IN THE HELL DID YOU GET FRONT ROW TICKETS TO Y/N L/N?”

devon turned to conrad as the group of doctors walked towards the front, with barricade right in front of them. with a small grin spread across his face, conrad shrugged, “know somebody.”

“you’ve gotta know more than just ‘somebody’.”nic told him as they waited for the show to start before mina spoke up, “these seats went for $500 resale.”

the three turned to the surgeon, all with a surprised look on their faces, causing mina to shrug, “i like her music too.”

it was about an hour or so before the show began after the opening act, and as soon as y/n came out, her eyes locked with conrads, causing a big smile to spread across her lips. every single time she was in the middle of the stage, her eyes never left his, making damn sure of it too.

about halfway through the setlist, she heard the band start up the slow intro to the next song, and sent conrad a wink, before walking back up to the microphone, keeping contact, “you make me nervous,”

“put my reservations out of service, making me feel like every secrets worth it, its working.”she sang, and saw a small smirk fall back onto conrad's lips, knowing exactly what this song was about, “tryina hide my desire below the service.”

the two kept eye contact for a few moments, before y/n broke it, and looked over at her bandmate, “you make me wonder, how this part of me went undiscovered.”

“taking my heart out of its zone of comfort, like summer,”y/n continued, looking back over at conrad and his friends, “by the time its gone, you want another.”

taking the microphone off of the stand, y/n walked towards the front of the stage, right in front of conrad, pointing at him subtly, “you make me out of control, out of our clothes,”

“motion in slow, yeah,”she continued as conrad watched her walk around the stage, putting on one of the best performances he had seen, “you take me, you take me in my feelings,”

“through the ceiling, leaving my inhibitions exposed,”y/n walked back over to the mic stand hooking it back up, “you make me nervous.”

“every little move you make, you make on purpose.”she pointed at him again, before raising her arm, “tracing my body like you’re learning cursive, researching.”

“just how high of a touch can take a person.”

y/n jumped right back into the chorus, before dancing around the stage, and finishing up the bridge. slowly making her way off the stage, the star made her way over to conrad, with a big grin on her face.

“you make me nervous.”

“put my reservations out of service,”y/n sang, seeing all the shocked faces around her, joining in with the screams, “tryina hide my desire below the surface,”

standing on the barricade, conrad gripped her sides, keeping her steady as she towered over him, both with big grins spread across their faces, knowing she had just revealed their little secret.

“you make me nervous.”

[enchantingqueenkitten]

Pairing: Conrad Hawkins x Reader

What happens when the love of your life loses the one that he loved?

The one he built a home with.

The one he had a child with.

What do you do when the love of your life loses the love of his life?

It wasn’t something she had planned. To fall in love with him. It was slow. Gradual. Like the morning sun rising on a summer’s day. There was a time when she was oblivious to it all. The way he’d smile. How his face lit up when he saw her. How his body relaxed when she entered his space. She was oblivious to it all until she wasn’t. Sometimes she wishes she still was because it didn’t matter how many times she told herself this was wrong; it felt right.

It wasn’t intentional. She didn’t plan it. Mostly, she would call it a coincidence. How she would end up in the hospital with an injury or wound. How he would be the one to supervise her care. Sometimes she would be coming in for check ups and he’d just appear. Like he knew she’d be there.

She knew too much already. Short snippets from his friends of how he lost Nic. How he was left a widow, single father and mourning lover all in one night. She never brought it up. Neither did he. Gigi was his constant now. His sun. The anchor that kept him standing. The person who pulled him home. She adored Gigi. A wonderful child with an intelligent mind far beyond her years.

‘She got that from Nic’.

He told her that once when they were both sharing a coffee in the hospital cafe. She had come in to visit a friend who was going into surgery. He happened to be going on a break. It was natural. Smooth. Every time they met, it was like tieing a new knot to the invisibile string that kept pulling them closer together.

She had met all his friends. He had met some of hers. They became each others’ friends and at times she found that they all ended up at the same places: the local bar in town, sometimes restuarants and even at parties for their fellow friends.

It was all a coincidence after all because the love of her life had lost the love of his life. She had no intention of stepping her foot into something that was not hers. A life that did not belong to her. A man that she adored and his daughter who came to adore her.

After all, what do you do when the love of your life loses the love of his life?

You love him from afar even if it breaks your very soul.

[daydreamingatnight209]

“We got you” - Requested

Conrad x Female Reader for @virtualreader

Warnings- Mention of injury, fear of hospitals and slight angst, but happy ending 💕

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Spending the next 6 weeks between my cousin and her boyfriend while recovering from my leg surgery isn’t exactly what I had planned but what my mother says goes, even if I am a grown women with the capacity to make her own choices.

So here I am, with both Nic and Conrad for the next 42 days.

The good news was that my leg was no longer trapped in a heavy cast but that didn’t mean I was mobile. My wounds are still healing which means if I attempt to weight bear my stitches could possibly burst.

The days were long and often spent alone as both Conrad and Nic took up shifts at Chastain, but the good news is that with each day I was slowly healing and getting stronger … or so I thought.

See, what you need to know is that I have a small problem with pushing myself, it must be a family trait because I’m not the only one.

Come day 15 I am restless. I wasn’t made to be bed bound. I didn’t even want the surgery in the first place, hospitals scare the hell out of me and the Last thing I wanted to experience was people prod and poking around me, yet sometimes life gives you choices you cannot say no to.

Nic introduced me into a wheelchair next to the bed to allow me a little more freedom when the pair were pulling double shifts, she warned me to still be careful which I promised but I suppose I wasn’t careful enough for what happened next.

It started off as a dull aching pain in my side, which I experienced off and on since the surgery so I did my best to ignore it, and that, well that became impossible when with one abrupt movement from the bed to the chair my stitches split.

An ear splitting scream left my mouth as I doubled over. Both Nic and Conrad come scrambling in and straight to my side to assess the damage. Despite the pain I knew from the way they looked at each other it wasn’t good.

“Please, I can’t, I can’t …” panic seizes me and I struggle to get my words out. I can’t go though this again.

“Y/N we need to get you to the hospital!” Nic breathes as my panic worsens.

I squirm around, trying to escape their grips, as my throat closes up completely.

No hospital. Not again.

I shake my head as tears leak down my face.

“Hey hey, you need to stay still” Conrad commands but I barely register his or my cousins voice.

I don’t even register the fact that the wound was being held together by a single belt.

The last thing I saw was my cousins eyes as she lent down to check on me before I drifted into the unknown.

I didn’t know how long I was unconscious but once again I wake up to that familiar sound of machines.

Nic and Conrad surrounded me once more as I recognise where I was.

Both people see the subtle signs of panic in me but this time Conrad takes ahold of my hand and wipes away the already forming tears.

“It’s okay, it’s okay” he speaks softly.

“We are gonna be here every step of the way, you are gonna be just fine I promise”

Feeling the effect of his soothing words I begin to calm myself.

With that, Nic starts her physical exam on my leg as I see that I’ve been patched up again. Luckily for me there was no second cast but I knew that the recovery time just doubled.

I gripped Conrad’s hand as I work though the current pain, my body finally feeling the events of the last 12 hours.

Once Nic was happy with my state she left me to rest and as I close my eyes to finally sleep the last thing I hear is Conrad’s soothing voice.

“It’s all gonna be okay now, we got you”

[gatefleet]

Fun in Fundraiser

The Resident: Conrad Hawkins WordCount: 1,282 (T)W: Panic attacks, panic disorder symptoms, crowded places Request: Yes, "“I'd like to request a story with Conrad Hawkins, where the reader is Nic's little sister, and she suffers from anxiety. When she goes with her sister to the hospital fundraiser she starts to feel overwhelmed by the excessive amount of people. Reader ends up having an anxiety attack, and when Conrad realizes he take her to a quiet place and helps her calm down. After some soothing words and giving her some oxygen she calms down completely and thanks him for all he does for her sister and her.” - @virtualreader A/N: Sorry this took so long, work has been hectic. I hope this is along the lines of what you were looking for! <3

You couldn’t tell which was worse. The fact that you had lost an argument with your sister, or the fact that the loss meant you had to attend a fundraiser the hospital she was working at was hosting. Social events were difficult enough for you at the best of times, but when it involved a hospital, where people were sick with God only knew what, that was too much for you to bare. Your sister tried her best to assure you that the event would be outside in the fresh air and that there would be plenty of safety precautions in place. You appreciated your sisters attempt to ease your nerves, but you still felt an unbelievable amount of anxiety and stress even thinking about the amount of people there. Your chest would get tight, your heart rate increased, and your breath got shorter. You had to use every piece of willpower in you to refocus your attention to try and prevent the panic attack before it was able to take full effect.

The day of the event and Nic helped you pick out something comfortable to wear and tried to talk you through the events of the day and the layout of the fundraiser. She hoped that by letting you know those things it would help to ease your nerves and allow you to plot routes to the places of interest to you and to know where things were happening and when to allow you to avoid the more crowded places. You arrived to the fundraiser early with Nic to help set up (you mostly thought this was a ploy by Nic to ensure you turned up), and met up with Conrad, who greeted you with a smile and allowing you to make any gestures for handshakes or hugs as he was aware of how you felt about social situations. You smiled back and he led you both to the tent where Nic could leave her things, you were holding onto your phone and purse (wallet) in your pockets and watched your surroundings subconsciously. Conrad and Nic could tell you were starting to get antsy and decided to give you something to do with minimal contact with people out with those you already knew and were comfortable with. It did do wonders with distracting you, but then the work was done, and it was time to let the ‘festivities’ begin.

You started off with the route that you had picked out, thanks to Nic’s map and notes, it didn’t take long for the plan to quickly derail as some of the tents and events had been moved around last minute due to spacing issues. You did your best to attempt to adapt and try different navigation routes, but to no avail. You found a bit of the hospital entrance, which was just high enough to allow you to view the general area and attempted to make a new route from there. When you thought you had figured one out, you set off for that direction, squeezing the stress ball in your pocket which Conrad had gotten you for your birthday one year. When you realised that the routes were busier than you had anticipated, even from your perch, you could feel yourself start to panic, your heartrate increasing, your face warming up, your eyes darting. You tried to make your way back to the medical tent where you had last seen Nic. When you realised you had managed to get turned around, and now had no idea where the tent was, your panic soared exponentially, and you suddenly couldn’t catch your breath. Couldn’t focus on anything. You tried to dial your sisters number, but you got bumped about in the crowd and dropped your phone in the process of trying to stay upright.

You managed to find a less crowded tent and sprinted for it, you sat with your back against the desk of the tent and pulled your knees up to your chest and placed your hands over your ears, eyes scrunched tight, trying to focus on your breathing.

Conrad thought he saw something in the corner of his eye when he and Nic went to find you after realising that some of the venues had changed position. They were coming to let you know and to find new routes for you. When they couldn’t find you immediately, they began to ‘tag team’ your phone with calls and messages, when Nic found your phone abandoned in the main walkway, they decided to split up and search for you that way. Nic took the entrance point and Conrad took the end point (where the medic tent was). The thing Conrad had seen from the corner of his eye was something darting for an unopened tent and dive down. He moved towards where he thought the movement went to and prayed, he wasn’t going to be attacked by a spooked animal. When he saw that it was you, he dived down a little away and slowly came towards you, trying to stay level with you so as not to startle you too much.

When he realised that you were too panicked to even notice him and had trouble breathing, he slowly and gently placed his hands on top of the ones you had at the side of your head. You jumped at the touch and attempted to back away, when you realised it was Conrad, you instantly threw yourself into his arms and asked him to help you. He obliged without hesitation and pulled you along with him to the medic tent as quickly as you both could. Once there he texted Nic a simple “Medic tent” and then his full attention was on you again. He had managed to get hold of a portable divider and set it up around you. He got you to sit on the bed and asked you to try and do something for him, when you gave quick half-hearted nods he said, “Okay, good, so I want you repeat after me, just listen to my voice and repeat after it, two”, “Two”, you responded, “18”, “Eighteen”, “5”, “five”, he continued with random numbers in a random order to slow your breathing while he set up the oxygen machine as your mind began to calm your body was having a hard time keeping up.

Nic walked in, almost in a panic, as you were taking your first deep breaths of the oxygen tank Conrad had just handed you, he placed a hand gently on your head and rubbed his thumb gently back and forth to keep you calm. As Nic makes sure you’re okay and goes to grab some water, you grab Conrad’s arm to keep him in the make-shift room a little longer, you lower the mask from your face, “Thank you, Conrad.” He smiles and lowers himself so he’s resting on his knees, “You know you don’t need to thank me, I’m just doing my job”, he puts his hand on your knee, comfortingly, before he gets up, you call him back “I don’t just mean for today… I mean for every day, and everything you’ve done for me and my sisters, even when things got bad between you and Nic, you were still there for us. I don’t think any of us have ever said how much we appreciate that and you. So thank you, Conrad. For everything.” You both smiled at each other, and Conrad gave a sad smile before motioning for the mask to go back up and walking out to find Nic. He had never expected anything like that and it meant more to him than he realised it would have.

(GIF Credit: @stephsxcorner)

[hqkalon]

just bc he doesn’t care // nsfw +17

it didn’t matter how many times you’ve pressed your thighs together, he’d just spread them back apart. “it’s t’much!” that sentence alone was like music to his ears, hearing how he was the one making you plea in such vulnerability. “ya sure? ‘cause down here says otherwise.” he teased, stroking every spot imaginable.

your body squirmed underneath his large frame, “look how good you’re taking me princess.” his eyes trailed down where his dick disappeared in and out of your swollen pussy with his thick fingers wrapped around your thin throat, adding slight pressure. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your pussy squeezed tightly around him. "awn gonna cum for daddy?" he groaned into your ear with such a condescending tone, though his words struck straight down your core— feeling that bubble of pleasure wanting to burst. "y-yes yes!" you cried as his stroke got deeper, "then cum." his stern tone pierced right through your core.

"nghh please!" you begged as he fucked you through your orgasm, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. painting an opaque coat around his dick as the palm of your hands pressed against his abdomen. "we're not done yet, angel." his free hand grabbed onto your wrist as he deviously grinned, pounding harder into your cunt as you babbled incoherent nonsense underneath him.

matsun, osamu, toji, aizawa, gojo and carlos

[ivysoul]

[will-of-dumpsterfire]

[killuintense]

put me in a room with him and I won't be the one who gets pregnant.

[wxnheart]

He's missing you, missing his baby, and he can't help it. Can't help but think of your touch, your scent, and the way you say his name. The way you love him. Can't help but think of the way you plead for more as he fucks you, as your legs wrapped around his waist trembles with each thrust and he knows he's bringing it home.

Shit.

And so he calls you. Wants to hear your voice, wants to hear you want him the way he wants you. Wants to hear you tell him you love him. He calls you and makes you touch yourself for him, makes you tell him who you belong to. And fuck if the way you say his name isn't heaven to his ears.

He doesn't touch himself. Doesn't want to even though he's rock fucking hard. Just wants to bask in your pleasure and so he does, closing his eyes and listening to the music of your moans, biting back a groan of his own as you cum and he ruins his pants with the intensity of his own orgasm. Damn. He likes this pair, too.

But it doesn't matter, not when he's thinking of how fucking beautiful you always look after you've cum, when you're both basking in the afterglow and your love is once again reaffirmed. And he can't wait to get home. Can't wait to get to you. Can't wait to feel you under him and hear heaven once again.

Can't wait to hear you want him the way he wants you.

[theyrejustfictional]

Leon’s hands;

he has such pretty hands

[murderofravens]

finally got this leon with some hairy arms but now i can't stop having insane thoughts about him with chest hair... mmffgghnnnhhh

dilfy old man leon makes brain go brrrrrr...

[daydreamingatnight209]

“New Love”

Conrad Hawkins x Female Reader

Warnings - Mentions of injury and loss/death but with fluffy ending 💕

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With all the drama in the morning, I did not expect my day to get any better. Running late from the minute I woke up to having car trouble and catching the bus in a storm seemed to set the tone for the day.

Apologising to Marion and the other staff, I rush into the sliding doors of the Chastain Park Memorial Daycare.

“Wow whoa, you look … well” Conrad laughs as he drops of his daughter Gigi, through those same doors.

Gigi looks up at her dad, scolding him for laughing at her teacher which makes Conrad smile grow wider.

He holds his hands up in defeat, wishes his daughter a goodbye and sets himself off to work on the floors below.

My luck continues to run downhill as the day goes on as I begin to feel weak, nauseous and the people in front of me start to spin.

I try to keep myself steady and on my feet as things slowly start to fade.

I hear Gigi call for her father, right before I lost my footing, instead of hitting the floor like expected I fall against something hard, something solid.

“You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes love”

Was the last thing I heard from Conrad before I gave up trying to keep my eyes open.

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Reawakening again was an experience, I’ve always hated being ill and despite working in a hospital I can’t say I ever liked them.

As I slowly gather my bearings I see a familiar face coming towards me.

Conrad knowing my history and how I feel about being cooped up in certain environments, gets straight to the point.

“ Look, I know you hate being sick, but you need to let me care for you.”

I can’t help but scoff at this “I’m not sick Conrad, I just felt lightheaded and fell”

“I’ll be the judge of that” he answers.

Just as I’m about open my mouth to speak again I hear a small voice behind us both.

“Is Y/N going to be okay daddy?”

I look over and see little Gigi with panic written across her face. My heart broke for her, being best friends with her mom meant that I’ve seen her from the day she was born, to mourning Nic’s death to who she is today.

I try to give her a smile as she comes running up to my bed. Her dad spends time to comfort her before sending her back up to daycare with one of the nurses and then off to check my results.

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After checking in on his daughter after everything she has seen this morning, next on Conrad’s list was to seek out Bille to confirm Y/N’s results after having her admitted.

He had to admit this morning had been rough on him, He had known Y/N though Nic and she had become a valuable part of his life and in raising Gigi. Seeing her so vulnerable, panicked him and he has spent the rest of that time chasing away that unfamiliar feeling.

He couldn’t lose you like he lost his wife.

Finally locking eyes with Bille, his move faster beneath him to find the answers he needed.

Billie, who already knew what Conrad was after passed him the iPad with Y/N’s information open.

“Her CT scans and Nero exam are all clear. She’s all okay”

Conrad fought the urge to hug his colleague as he releases a ragged breath, fighting his legs which threaten to give out before him.

While it was common for Conrad to care and fight for his patients, this reaction was new even for him but it didn’t take long for Billie to come to the conclusion.

“How long have you been in love with her?”

Conrad looks up with a confused expression, his eyes fighting some sort of internal battle.

“Conrad is okay. You are allowed to find love, it’s what Nic would of wanted for you. You know that”

Hawkins knew that Billie was right but he just wasn’t sure if he was ready yet. Even if he was falling in love with the preschool teacher.

There was only way to find out.

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After what felt like an agonising wait, Conrad finally reappeared to give me the all clear and out of pure joy and instinct I grabbed onto him and pushed him into a hug.

What I didn’t notice at first what how Conrad didn’t fight or pull away, in fact he settled into the hug and closed his eyes, just enjoying the embrace.

Something in my mind told me that he needed that hug more then I did. I stayed with him calmly until he was strong enough to pull away.

“I … I umm… I was thinking we could…”

He couldn’t get his words out and was visibly getting frustrated.

I brought myself to his face and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.

“I would love too” I whispered.

“One day at a time” he whispered back, his throat threatening to close up on him as I see tears in his eyes.

I made a promise to myself to do my best and always honour his love for Nic.

“Daddy is Y/N going to be new mommy?”

For the second time that day, Gigi has snuck out of daycare to come find her dad.

Realising that Conrad hadn’t gotten full control of his emotions just yet I decided to take over.

“No sweetie your mommy will always be your mommy, I’m just an extra special friend to your daddy” I try to explain, gently.

“Is that why you two was kissing?” She asks innocently as heat rises to my cheeks.

“Erm yes, is that okay?”

Gigi nods with a smile that matches that of her fathers one earlier on today and jumps on the bed to join the pair of us.

“I wouldn’t mind having two mommies, I just want daddy to be happy again” she says, hugging Conrad, giving her consent to the potential blossoming relationship.

Today may of started terribly but it doesn’t mean it ended that way…

[gettingsilly]

said she wanted five guys she aint talkin about burgers

[saturncodedstarlette]

“I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

“How does he look at me?”

“Like he never wants to look away.”

[dollfacefantasy]

Daddy's Home

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: you let the d word slip during sex and leon will not let you live it down

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, daddy kink, praise/degradation, spits in her mouth, mention of breeding kink, cums inside, crying during sex

word count: 2.3k

a/n: hi everyone. i wrote this all in one sitting because i was feeling absolutely depraved. i was also a little sleep deprived, so go easy on me. i hope everyone likes this. if you sent me a request, i am working on it, just be patient with me :) anywho, thank you to cooking mama @sleepyluxe for inspiring me to whip this one up. as always reblogs and comments are appreciated. smooches to everyone <3

“Daddy!” you cry out when the tip of Leon’s cock brushes over a sensitive spot deep within you.

He had you pinned on your bed, your legs over his shoulders as he pounded into your throbbing cunt. Your warm skin rubs against his as low grunts rise from his throat in time with his rhythmic thrusts. His arm flexes from his iron grip on the headboard above you. He was so deep in you that you couldn’t think straight. And that’s why that word tumbles from your lips before you can stop it.

The second he hears it his eyes open fully, his hips sputter, and he comes to a halt inside of you. Your legs slip down to either side of his waist. He looks down at your blissed-out face, trying to discern if you realized what you had said. He’s shocked at first. Sure, you had always leaned to the submissive side of the bedroom, but you had never expressed an interest to him about anything like that. At first, it shocked him, but he felt a fuse ignite in the pit of his stomach. A cruel smirk grows on his face.

“What did you say?” he asks slowly, letting it sink into your mind what you had let slip.

Your mind, in its foggy state, took a moment to catch up. You rewind the last thirty seconds in your head and humiliation crashes over you in one brutal wave. You feel your face getting hot. You can’t meet his eyes as your brain scrambles to conjure an excuse.

“Nothing,” you say quietly, settling on that as a satisfactory explanation.

He almost laughs, but he didn’t want to be mean. Yet.

“No, sweetheart. Use your words, c’mon. I know you can,” he croons while tilting your face up by your chin. He runs a thumb over your jaw to try and soothe you into sharing.

His eyes lock on yours with an intense gaze, luring out your soul to expose your desires to him.

“I didn’t… I- It’s nothing. I didn’t say anything,” you say, unable to get the word to leave your lips for a second time. His smile grows at your shyness.

“Oh, c’mon babydoll. Don’t you want to be a good girl for Daddy?” he teases with an evil glint in his eyes.

Involuntarily, you flutter around him when he says the magic word, and that makes him chuckle. You bite your lip as his thumb continues running along your jaw. He looks down at you with the gaze of a predator closing in on their prey.

“I thought that’s what you said,” he says, letting go of the headboard and lowering himself closer to your face, “Who knew my angel could be so naughty? My baby who would blush just when I’d hold her hand. Never would have imagined I’d hear her moaning for Daddy. Maybe I don’t know you as well as I thought.”

He places a few soft kisses on your cheek while you squirm, feeling your embarrassment grow. It didn’t help that you could still feel his cock pulsing inside you the entire time.

“If that’s what you like, you could have told me, honey,” he says in between pecks. His voice is gentle, but there is still a hint of mocking, “It makes sense now that I think about it. Always clinging to me, curling up on my lap, just so desperate to be in my arms. You just want Daddy to take care of you, right? Love you and keep you safe? Well, I can do that, baby, but you have to say you want it.”

It felt as if each word he spoke worked away at melting your brain. You felt warmth growing in your chest and spreading out through your limbs. That desire to be held was growing overwhelming. You could feel yourself sinking into that place where only one thing was on your mind. Daddy.

You had never told any of your lovers about this. It made you feel dirty, wrong, perverse. You never thought Leon would go for it which is why you kept it locked away in the deepest, most intimate chamber of your heart. But here he was. Silky locks of brown hair almost covering his eyes, his toned abdomen pressed to yours, and that knowing smile plastered on his face as he egged you on.

“Say it,” he says after your brief silence, “Tell me what you want.”

“I want Daddy,” you whimper out quietly. You feel shame rising in your chest as you voice the thoughts that had bounced around your skull for longer than you could remember. You had thought of him this way since before the first time you had slept together, but you had never said it out loud.

“Speak up, baby. Daddy can’t hear you when you mumble,” he teases before that taunting expression increases, “And be more specific.”

“I want Daddy… I want Daddy to fuck me,” you say with more clarity but the same amount of timidness. 

He lets out a cruel laugh. “Listen to my little angel’s mouth. Dirty baby. But I think I can do that for you,” he says before he begins moving his hips again.

You moan softly at the light relief, both physical and mental from him moving on from the topic. Or so you thought.

“Mhm, that’s right. Daddy’s got you, babe. I’m gonna take good care of my girl,” he purrs in your ear.

The low rumble of his voice directly in your ear has your insides on fire. Before you can stop yourself, a pathetic whine escapes you.

“Daddy,” you say as your face tenses and your eyes flutter.

“Daddy’s here, sweetheart. Filling you up so perfect, yeah? Just the way you like,” he mumbles as his hand slides up to grip your throat while rolling his hips against yours.

“Daddy,” you whimper again, your head tilting back against the pillows while you squirm.

“Is that the only word you know, sweet girl?” he mocks, “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make sure I fuck you so hard that’ll be the only word that can leave that slutty mouth of yours.”

Your pussy clamps down around him while your arms loop around his shoulders. The need to be close to him was primal. It was innate. You couldn’t ignore it. You whimper and whine as he snaps himself into you over and over while kissing your neck below your ear. He lets out a growl against your neck, causing you to dig your nails into his back in response.

“Harder Daddy,” you mewl.

He presses his forehead against your neck and grunts. Despite his teasing, he was enjoying this just as much as you. His hands fall to your hip and hold so tight you can already feel the bruises.

“Use your manners, princess,” he says, “You’re not the boss. You ask Daddy for what you want and if I feel nice, you’ll get it.”

“Please Daddy. Please harder. Please, need it so bad,” you ramble out immediately. Your nails start to drag down his back, leaving faint red trails in their wake.

“Are you sure? You’re already falling a part for me, and I haven’t even really started yet,” he says.

“I’m sure. Please!” you beg.

“If you’re sure, baby,” he says.

He grants your wish and starts drilling into you at a ruthless speed. Your skin claps against his, both of you starting to work up a sweat. Strained, broken moans fill the room as his cock strokes every possible sweet spot inside of you. You flutter around him as the tension in your belly grows.

“So close already, angel? I thought you could handle it. When did my baby girl become such a needy whore?” he breathes with that same grin, “You can cum whenever you want this time but know that you aren’t done. Not until I’m satisfied.”

You nod as whines and moans rise in your throat. You’re panting and rolling your hips to meet his thrusts. He cages you in on the mattress and works harder to push you over the edge. One of his hands slips between the two of you to thumb your swollen clit.

In no time, you’re spasming and gasping as surges of release course through you. Your eyes roll back and you cry out for Daddy some more.

Leon chuckles. “Yeah, sweetheart, only Daddy can make you cum like this. No one else.”

You again nod mindlessly. You continue cumming, trembling as the high works its way through you. When it should be done, you don’t get to come down. His constant pumping makes that impossible. Your head is syrupy and cloudy. You feel like you’re being dragged along for this ride while still floating in your own little world.

Leon shakes his head and half-laughs, half-moans at your dazed expression. Your glossy eyes and slowed blinking. The little stream of drool leaking from the corner of your mouth that he wipes away with his fingers.

Despite being so fucked out, you still babble incoherently and cling to him like you needed him to live. He positions his face above yours and spits down into your mouth before kissing you lovingly.

“Daddy, ah, oh fuck, Daddy, Daddy,” you start to chant like it’s a prayer when your lips separate. He kisses you hard again, shutting you up momentarily, before pulling back and stroking your hair from your face.

“Did I fuck my baby dumb already? So quick doll, it’s almost pathetic,” he teases, “You wanted this so bad didn’t you? You wanted Daddy to fuck your head clear? Well, I’ll do that. Wouldn’t want you to strain yourself thinking. My pretty girl doesn’t need thoughts. She just needs to be good for daddy.”

You clench around him hard and nod while more noises that once could have been words exit you. You nuzzle your head against the side of his head, taking in the feel and smell of him.

“You’re lucky I love you. I’ll do the thinking for us both. You just have to sit pretty in Daddy’s lap and take his cock,” he grunts, “Though, maybe sometimes I’ll keep you at my feet. You just kneel on the ground between my legs and rest that cute, thoughtless, little head on my thigh. Let me look into those beautiful, empty, eyes staring up at me. If you’re good, you can suck me off.”

It was all so much. His words swirled around your head that was fuzzy with euphoria, each syllable sinking you down into that part of your head that wanted him more than anything. The compartment of your brain that gave you the need to tuck yourself under his arm and cuddle with him. The compartment that gave you the craving for sweet kisses and praise. The compartment that told you all you needed to do was listen to Daddy and be his perfect girl.

Tears start pricking at your eyes and you can’t fight them off in this state. They fall from your eyes and you whimper. You cling to him tighter as he works himself into you over and over. He notices and leans down to kiss a few away.

“Aww, did I make my sweet baby girl cry? Is Daddy being mean to you by teasing?” he coos, “No, it’s not that, is it? My baby just feels so good she can’t take it. She was acting like such a pathetic slut, but deep down you’re still my good girl. My precious little angel who deserves all the love in the world.”

You cry harder and pull him closer so you can bury your face against him. Your tears wet his skin as he he kisses your hairline and rubs a hand up and down your side.

“Good girl. Cry for Daddy, baby. Get all of it out. It just feels so good, doesn’t it? Too much for a sweet thing like you?” he asks.

“Maybe a little,” you whimper against his shoulder.

“Daddy always knows best, little love. You’ll learn that soon enough,” he says with a kiss to your head.

He continues fucking you into the mattress, working himself to that edge. It wasn’t hard to reach with you crying in his ear and mumbling about how much you loved him.

“Not much longer, sweetheart,” he hums as his eyes shut momentarily. He fights off an impending orgasm with a groan before training his eyes back on you, “I’ll let you choose this time. Where do you want Daddy’s cum, baby?”

“Inside,” you answer clearly with no hesitation.

“Inside,” he laughs, “You really want that. Want daddy to breed this little pussy? Get you nice and full. Yeah, that’s what daddy’s girl needs. Need a hot load inside you or you can’t relax.”

He snaps into you harder and keeps a firm hold on you. You feel like you’re cumming again, but you’re not sure when your last release ended so it’s hard to tell. He’s right there. You can feel him pulsing and twitching between your walls.

“Fuck, she needs to be bred. I can tell by how tight you’ve been. Sucking me in the whole time. I’ve already got you trained so well,” he moans.

A few more pumps, and he’s spilling inside you, exploding against your cervix. He’s fingers are digging into your flesh while his hips buck and he growls and whimpers into your neck. His hot and sticky ropes of cum fill you and satiate that urge inside you. For now.

When he’s done, his hips come to a stop. He lazily kisses all over your face and wipes your remaining tears away before gingerly pulling out and flopping down next to you.

Even though, your carnal needs have been fulfilled, you still wanted to be close and touching at all time. You roll over to him and place yourself against his side. You drape your arm across his chest and nuzzle his pectoral muscle.

He pulls you close in return and gives you some small kisses on your head.

“My good girl,” he whispers.

You nod and snuggle closer as he starts rubbing your back. The two of you come down in peace for a little while before he looks down at you and smirks.

“So, Daddy, huh?” he teases.

[roselilies]

There is no stronger force than that of a girl’s desperation to write about her male hyperfixation.