Thanks I can't stop thinking about prof. Kendall Roy now 🥴 I would love to listen to his voice all day, but it would be difficult to try to stop imagining what his voice sounds like next to my ear when he's talking dirty to me in bed... 😶🫠
he would totally be that prof who like, makes it a point to never put any of his lectures online but you manage to find a youtube video of him doing a guest lecture at another school and you listen to it to help you fall asleep or whilst doing.....other things.
or say you are one of his best students and you make a really good point during a class discussion or while you're defending a paper you wrote during office hours and he'll just kind of smirk and say something to the effect of "atta girl" and/or give you a pat on the back -- and you go home thinking about like what would it sound like if he said that to you in a different context. he probably is aware of the effect he has on you, too, and enjoys watching you squirm.
summary: “I want you to take care of me.”
That makes him ache. Fills him with that heavy, hot feeling- the one you get when something’s a little wrong.
words: 1787
tags: explicit, sickfic, daddy kink, praise kink, but also a little degradation kink, pwp, established relationship, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, playful sex, like the tiniest bit of fluff, implied age gap, there's really nothing that establishes when this is so
a/n: I started writing this when I was sick a few weeks ago and I thought I'd finish it. It's just for fun. It's a little silly. It doesn't all have to be serious or good.
It always felt like a waste, to stay in bed all day. Somehow scrolling through your phone in the living room seemed more productive than if you did it in bed. You barely even had the energy to do that. Left thinking. Wanting. Always find your mind wandering to him and what he can do for you. A warm, soft place to rest your hands. Press your lips against.
A deep voice to coax you through what his cock brings out of you—
But the exhaustion was bone-deep. Bending a finger, lifting an eyelid- both felt nearly impossible. Even while lying down you felt weak, like you couldn’t get deep enough into the pillow, into the mattress. You needed to pool and bubble out; water spilled on the counter.
The door opening wakes you from what must’ve been the fifth nap of the day. You were in a guest room- you didn’t want to get Kendall sick. He had shit to do, things that were “unmissable.”
It’s dark. You can see out of the window from the bed; the sky is blue-black, a yellow edge on the horizon that fades up into it. Planes blink red and white across it. Only some of the windows in the other buildings are lit, and you wonder how late it really is. It's quiet; you can hear the AC running. The apartment is thrumming with a sleepy energy, like the way voices sound when you’re dozing off- blurred and smoothed at the edges.
“Can I, uh, can I sleep with you?”
You mumble that he can, voice croaky and gone. Scooting further in on the bed to make room for him- every joint aching so badly you almost whimper. He wraps his arm around you, kisses the back of your neck, and breathes. The heat on your skin makes you melt.
“I couldn’t sleep without you in there with me.”
He brings you a little closer, for emphasis.
“I’d like to say the same, but I’m exhausted.”
A little huff of air from him, an affectionate smile you can’t see. Another kiss, right along your hairline.
You both lay there for a while, but you don’t fall back asleep. The thoughts are much worse when he’s flush against you, firm thighs and a softer chest. His arms around you- you want him to use them to pull you down over him.
“Why aren’t you sleeping? You said you’re tired.” He sounds groggy, as if maybe he’d fallen asleep, for just a second.
“I know I was just- I was thinking of this,” you giggle a little, “of this tweet. Where this guy said that pussy, when someone has a fever, is crazy because it’s so hot.”
He grins so wide it hurts his face.
“Is this your way of, uh, telling me you want me to fuck you?”
“I mean- we gotta at least find out for ourselves.”
Kendall slips his hand beneath the waistband of your pajamas, uses the pads of his fingers to guide your leg up, to drape over his leg. He’s surprised to find you so wet, skin scorching against his. Wonders how long you were thinking about it. Rubs your clit slowly, and you’re practically boneless already. But then fingertips work down, towards your cunt, and you tense in anticipation. He knows you’re sick; he should be nice. But he can’t help but tease, doing it a few times until you whine his name.
“You need it that bad?”
“Please- ” you sound kind of annoyed, as if his denial doesn’t warm you.
His clothes are moved just enough, but he grips the waistband of your pants to yank them down as far as he can from his position- he wants to get at you fully. They get stuck above your knees, and you huff and whine as you kick them free clumsily. Kendall’s undeterred, puts you back where you were. Presses in easily, and maybe they were right. Your groan is distant in his ears. When he’s seated fully, he rests his forehead against your shoulder.
“Well?”
“It- it is hotter. It could be, uh-,” he makes a muffled sound, like he’s steadying himself, “be in my head, though. Placebo effect, or something.”
You can’t help but laugh a little, the noise scraping out of you so badly he almost couldn’t tell what it was.
“You’re ridiculous. You’ve been asleep all day, I come in to sleep with you and you want me to fuck you.”
“I want you to take care of me.”
That makes him fucking ache. Fills him with that heavy, hot feeling- the one you get when something’s a little wrong. He places a big hand on the back of your thigh, slides it up to lift your ass cheek, spread you open.
“Like, a daddy thing, or-?”
Oh… man.
“I don’t know if we- if we have to be so- if we need to go quite that far.”
As soon as you say it you’re prepared to recant. It makes your stomach fill with butterflies and warmth but it seems so much more taboo than other things that people would actually consider worse. So heavily stigmatized, something everyone knew about and mocked. His teeth press into your shoulder, like he’s squeezing it out of you.
“Well- it does sound… kind of hot. Maybe we ease into it? Maybe ‘daddy’ doesn’t have to be said, but implied?”
His hand slips over your hip to rest on your lower stomach, a slow pull and push of his hips as his fingers find your clit again. Not wasting any time.
“You want me to ‘take care’ of you?”
Plush lips slide beneath your ear as he speaks, and every inflection and hard consonant fills you with heat. It’s your words, but from his mouth, it sounds good and perfect and right. His voice is soothing in this condescending way and it makes your lashes flutter.
“Yes, Kendall.”
He uses his palm against your pubic bone to pull you close, allow him to get deeper, fuck a little rougher. Insistent. You reach behind you to grab at his waist, fingers fisting in the soft fabric of his t-shirt. Your voice is fucked- every moan and whimper is broken and raspy and quiet. He kind of likes it, drags his lips over your neck, laughing affectionately when his finger presses harder, rubs at just the right angle, against just the right side and you cry out hoarsely. Barely able to keep your eyes open before but you want him so fucking bad.
It’s like you’re next to a fire; you can practically see a red glow coming from your skin, penetrating your closed eyelids. You’re limp, melted into the smooth sheets, rolling weakly against him when you really need it. His brows pinch and his jaw falls open with a desperate noise before his lip is tucked beneath his teeth. Kendall props himself up on his elbow, fingers slipping into your hair, damp from sweat, turns your head enough to kiss you. So slack and pliant. You don't even think to stop him.
“Does that feel better? Is this what you needed?”
Jesus. It’s as if your brain is already fried- you’re already gone. Making some noise that’s probably the saddest attempt at an ‘mhmm,’ ever been done. Trembling, pulled tighter, breathing ragged and uneven and burning in your chest and throat. He brushes the tip of his nose over your temple- his own breath puffs rapid and hot against you. Grunting when you grip even tighter.
When you cum, it's so good it hurts. Like massaging a sore muscle, or fingers into your cheeks when your sinuses ache. It seeps into your hips and belly and back and you lean into it, into him. He shushes you and you can’t help but let out this startled ‘ god .’ You want to tell him he feels perfect, fucking perfect, but the words don’t come out. His pace doesn’t falter -no matter how snug and plush and slick you are around him- and it makes it seem like it’s lasting forever.
Kendall thinks it’s lasting forever; you’re over a cliffside, on the other end of a rope, trying to pull him down when he has to keep you up. He makes sounds like he’s struggling; when you finally relax, he sounds relieved.
Part of him wants to keep it up, and he can’t help, for a second, seeing the new ease with which his fingers slip over you, pressing three flat against your labia to make you squirm from the sensitivity. But that doesn’t last long, arm moving to wrap around your waist to hold you in place. Insistent.
You’re awash with fatigue, fingers curling around the edge of your pillow, lids low over your eyes. Each time his hips meet your ass you make these pathetic little noises from the impact, sometimes barely even audible. He grabs your face again to turn you toward him- you feel hot, cheeks flushed to show it. Skin around your eyes, shiny, blueish, almost cartoonish. But you look up at him dutifully.
“You’re so pretty when you take it for me.”
That reignites something in you, makes you moan and grab at him.
“Such a pretty, perfect little girl deserves to feel good. Always desperate to cum on my cock- thinking about it when you can barely fucking think.”
You let out something between a gasp and a laugh, stunned. Thrown against the ledge but you can’t go over until you get that little bit more.
“I- Ken, can you- would you-?”
This is how it always goes- just one more. Kendall gives it to you and goes to get his, but it always puts you right there, and he can’t help but oblige. He wants to tell you to do it yourself, because you’re tired, and maybe you won’t get off and you’ll get frustrated and whine. That makes him feel orange-hot and tingly, makes his hips stutter at the thought. But that’s not what this was tonight. The wide pad of his middle finger is tight against you -swollen, slick- and even with how fast you cum, he cums faster, hips so rough against yours that you whimper and wince.
He’s almost as light-headed as you are, almost as lax, weak. Every inch of you is unbearably heavy; it's like your skin could slough off your face. It’s so good.
“I might bring a whole new, literal level to sleeping like the dead.”
Your voice cracks and you slump forward onto your stomach, keeping your face turned from him.
“At least you’ll feel better.” Smiling softly, rubbing your back.
“You’ll join me shortly, since you fucking kissed me.”
just realized (upon rewatching Starlight's introductory scene) that she's wearing Alo athleisure. omfggg the implications. the implicationssss. annie january you will always be famous
Jack would call you his 'little anal doll' teasingly once he gets you comfy with trying anal and you've done it a few times it's all you wanna do with him cos hes so soft and gentle and the feeling of his big chubby cock stretching your poor tight little hole open just makes you drool and he's sooo annoying cos he'll slip a finger or two into your pussy while he's balls deep in your asshole and say some shit like "poor pussy's all neglected, we gotta treat her nice too, huh, baby."—oh my effff
I liveeeee for nonsexual daddydom!Jack vibes and I've always been obsessed with it so enjoy this...
You dont really know when or why things change in your relationship with Jack. Things just become... more intimate than they already were to begin with. Just more of Jack being hands on and you being... hands off. It's new territory for the both of you. Learning how to both navigate and pacify Jack's want for you to just relax a little bit. To relinquish control and let him just make the decisions for you and for you to trust him in doing so.
At first, the thought of relinquishing control of your life is a little scary. Not being in complete control was something forgein to you –scary, unknown, and for lack of better words, alienating. Like you might lose yourself completely by allowing Jack to know this inner part of you.
But Jack understands. He really does. And so he eases you into it. Asks questions, lets you lead the way and set boundaries until you're fully ready to let him take over.
It takes a while but the moment it happens will forever remain in both of your minds. So deeply intimate and raw. Fresh and completely new that you'd never forget it.
He is just so funny to you. Funny to the point where you are in genuinely crying actual tears at the shit he says. Rolling around on your floor while he watches you from the couch eyes wide in dubiety that you actually found his stupid joke about one of your favorite characters just that funny. He just thinks youre stroking his ego but that man really is just that funny.
Always makes sure youre in bed at a reasonable time too!! Telling you, "Alright, missy." And slapping the plush of your thigh playfully and not at all in a way that hurts, just startles you, "bed time." He nods towards your bedroom. "And I dont wanna hear anything about how I never let you stay up. You got your extra episode yesterday and we both saw how that turned out with you taking a 3-hour nap today."
He's also just so in tune with you and your needs!! If he sees you getting stressed over something he's immediately reminding you to take some deep breaths, rubbing a big warm hand on your back, helping to ground you as he tells you "take a deep breath fr'me. Thaaats it."
He sometimes likes to dress you too!! He'll ask you ahead of time, just to test the waters and see what you're comfy with. It starts off very minimal, picking some cute sets or just your socks. And then it kinda develops into him getting a day or two each week where he dresses you up how he wants and when you come downstairs in the outfit he chose hes just beaming at you, making you do little twirls and smiling when he sees how relaxed you are.
Jack also loves having 'daddy and me' days where he takes the day off work and you both just do whatever you want (planned or not) <33
have you seen how huge punk has gotten recently…..
HOW COULD I MISS IT.
Omg I am lowkey excited to see how he looks on camera in the ring cos im lowkey a beefy Punker enjoyer rather than a jacked Punker enjoyer. Maybe phone cameras are just making him look scary lmaooo
