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Offically ran of our fics to read so now I have to write my own :/ No minors

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My ongoing existential crisis

Apparently I deleted my old blog sometime over the last two years so here we are again. Obsessed with a new batch old fictional men

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Always open to requests <3 just drop me an ask, open to most things just please be respectful.

[princesa-querida-archived]

I need that man's weight on top of me

[cyberxbattalion]

[piss-and-violence]

No baby, we’re not fucking. I’m just using your body to jerk off.

[langdonfogtea]

Hiii!!! I love your writing sm!! Thank you for sharing your incredible writing with us :)))

I have a brendon park x reader where she LOVES to bake (just as a hobby) like there is literally never a day throughout the week where they don’t have some sort of baked good at home. She also has a majorrrr sweet tooth and loves eating sweet things. So people at work start noticing brendon with a sweet treat and they like ??? Cause he’s an ortho bro we all know how serious they are about their health & weight lifting so they get a bit suspicious. Only to find out that he has a gf that bakes sooooo much and he doesn’t have it in him to break her heart and tell her that he doesn’t like eating sweets but he would literally do anything to make her happy. Even going as far as putting on a couple of pounds bc he cant say no to her & he just loves her soso much (‘:

pairing: Dr. Brendon Park x fem!reader

warnings: fluff! Soft!brendon park, some of the pitt crew, lowk ortho bro!brendon, mentions of chonkier Brendon, no physical descriptions of reader, hello kitty containers, bad grammar.

a/n: Omg hi!! Thank you for being my first ask!! And thank you for the immense compliment! But omg, I think this would be so cute! I’m not sure if this is like a request (idk I’ve never done this before 🥹) but i love it! (FYI one scene is inspired from Abbott elementary so iykyk) Hope I did your ask justice hahahaha nsnsjdjdnjdislsjrbcleodkalaodi

It was practically comical how he looked walking into the Emergency Department every week with two different sized containers. Both a bright pink and a bunch of Hello kitty heads floating on them like some unintentional warning signs. He held them carefully, like they were fragile evidence of a crime he kept committing voluntarily.

He always went straight to the break room—the one with bad coffee, the unspoken rule that free food didn’t get questioned, and now with emotional support sweet treats in aggressively “cute” packaging.

The larger container went down on the table first like always.

The smaller one just stayed in his hand because it was personal. Untouchable. Made specifically just for him.

By the time he left the room and made it to the nurses station—Robby, Abbot, and Dana were already mid-conversation. They all noticed him immediately, exchanging the same knowing look before smiling.

“Park,” Abbot smirked without looking up from his chart. “You’re late. I was starting to get worried that Hello Kitty finally killed you with a brownie.”

Brendon gave him an unimpressed stare. “She made s’mores cookies. New recipe. Eat them or don’t. I don’t care.”

Dana peeked at him through her glasses. “That sounds like a threat.”

“It is.” He said.

Abbot looked at the single container in his hand, amused by how small it looked in his hand. “She still got you on the weekly candy crush drop?”

“it’s compliance.”

Robby snorted. “You mean you brought emotional blackmail in cookie form.”

Brendon didn’t respond to that. He wasn’t entirely wrong. He gets to see you happy hearing the compliments the crew gives you and in return they keep shut and get free treats out of it.

They don’t get to complain.

It’s become a weekly occurrence at this point, though. Abbot, Robby, and Dana made it their unofficial entertainment—teasing him for his voluntary once-a-week stop to the Pitt like clock work. They were also the only ones who knew his secret. After he grimaced from eating a cinnamon roll in the break room.

A secret he kept from you—his fiancé of two years.

A catastrophic secret, in his opinion. One that would absolutely make you upset. One that he didn’t have the heart to tell you because that meant seeing a sad, crestfallen expression that didn’t belong on your beautiful face.

He didn’t like sweets. He never did.

It wasn’t that he hated your pastries. You knew how to bake. You’ve been doing it practically your entire life as a hobby. The problem was that he just… didn’t like pastries.

As a category of food. Or alone.

And unfortunately, yours have fallen in that category. But still, like clockwork, he would bring the large container and leave it at the break room because you insisted on making enough for his coworkers.

Then when he had time, he’d devour the ones in his personal container. Made specifically for him. He didn’t like them. Not really. He just ate them anyway.

If his taste buds were wired differently, he’s sure he’d love them. But as of right now, he didn’t.

Unfortunately, anything requiring sugar, flour, or what he considered an unnecessary amount of butter fell into the same category: sin and punishment disguised as dessert. Cookies. Brownies. Cake. Pastries. Cinnamon rolls—especially cinnamon rolls—were, in his medical and professional, opinion a personal attack.

It went against his meal plan. His daily calorie intake. It didn’t have the necessary nutrients to maintain his current figure. The protein that he needed to consume before the day finished.

But yet every week without fail, he showed up here with said personal attacks like they were precious cargo that deserved to be shared and enjoyed. Because you baked them, because you worked hard on them. You poured endless effort and love into them every week.

And everyone was required to eat and enjoy them.

“You ever gonna tell her you don’t like em, kid?” Abbot leaned against the counter.

Silence. Then Brendon adjusted the container in his hand, bringing to closer to him protectively.

“I like them.” Brendon said stiffly.

“Jesus, I don’t know how you do it.” Robby shook his head with a laugh and crossed arms.

“I just eat them.” Brendon said flatly.

“You eat cookies you hate every week.” Dana pointed out.

“I don’t hate them.” Brendon corrected.

Robby laughed. “You fuckin’ absolutely do.”

Brendon glared at him. “I tolerate them.”

“That’s basically hate with extra steps.” Abbot groaned.

Grabbing a cookie from his personal container, he slowly brought it to his mouth and took a bite out of it. Immediately, he regretted it. But he was trying to prove a point.

He kept eating eating it. He kept eye contact with all three of them as he chewed, swallowing thickly as his tastebuds were hit with sickly sweetness before taking another bite.

Still sugar. Still buttery. Still everything his body treated like a personal offense.

“Jesuuus fuckin’ Christ, brother.” Robby groaned.

Off to the side, pretending not to listen, Javadi observed them from the corner of her eye. Careful not to catch the attention of the intimidating surgeon (in her honest, opinion).

“Wooow, how are you miserable eating a cookie?”

Santos glanced over.

“He literally looks like he’s experiencing PTSD.” She huffed.

Had you been in front of him. He would have complimented you. It wouldn’t necessarily be a lie. They’re good because everyone thinks they’re good. Because everything you baked was delicious.

“Brother, just tell her already.” Abbot shook his head. “It’s been five years! You cant keep doing this to yourself.”

“He is lit-rally torturing himself as we speak.” Robby rubbed his temple like he was the one being subjected to said torture.

“Oh my god, is he still seriously making himself eat cookies he doesn’t like because he doesn’t know how to tell his fiancé that his taste buds are sad and miserable?” Walsh’s loud sigh echoed as she pulled in next to them.

“Yep.” Simultaneously, they all responded. Except for Brendon. Who just stood there with his jaw clenched and silent brooding.

“Shark, you’re pathetic.” Walsh rolled her eyes.

He gave her a hard look before snapping the container shut aggressively.

“…I’m bulking.”

“Yeah, against your will.” Abbot snorted.

Silence. Then Brendon abruptly walked away with the pink container in his hand. The three of them just watched him, amused.

They just didn’t get it. They didn’t have you. They didn’t understand that he would do anything to keep you happy. They didn’t see the way your face would light up every time he complimented a new recipe. The way you looked pleased and proud that he looked like he was enjoying himself while eating a saffron chiffon cake. (Which honestly didn’t taste that bad.)

So while his tastebuds suffered, he didn’t stop. Hadn’t stopped for the last five years.

Even if it meant sacrificing his abs that he worked very hard for. Even if his scrubs started feeling a little tighter than usual. He’d just have to work out at the gym ten times harder just to maintain them. Up his protein.

But it was a price he was willing to pay happily if it meant seeing your beaming expression.

Bonus:

When he got home, he could already smell it. The sweetness and the warmth. It was familiar in a way that made him slow down before he even opened the door.

Soft music drifted from the kitchen. He sat his backpack down quietly. Your hello kitty containers still in his hands before he places them quietly onto the counter.

He came up behind you, settling his larger body into you instinctively. His chest was pressed against your back, steadying you as his hands find your waist, tugging you closer to him.

He swayed you gently to the beat of the song (About You by 1975) without murmuring a single thing. Just enjoying, indulging in your presence, touch and scent.

You had let out a small squeak at the suddenness but you relaxed when your hands touched his arms and the familiarity of his body. After a moment as you hummed to the song, you turned in his arms to face him.

“Hi, baby!” You beamed, wrapping your arms around his neck. You give a small peck on the lips before you nuzzled your nose against his cheek like you were trying to keep him there with you forever.

“What are you making this time, hm?” He asked softly as pressed a kiss against the crown of your head.

You pulled back and your eyes brightened. “Okay, that’s what I’ve been dying to tell you all day!”

You tug him closer to the stove where the pan was already out. Brownies with a corner already missing.

“You started without me.” He scowled, voice flat.

You smiled guiltily. “Yeah duh, it’s called quality control! Bakers gotta know what they bake, okay?”

He hummed at your response. His eyes flickered to the pan. It was dark, dense, rich. Probably very sweet. His eye twitched and he pursed his lips at the sight for a second. All qualities that make a good brownie, he supposed.

“Looks good.” He complimented softly.

“I knoooow! But here try it, it’s a different recipe and I think you’d love it actually.”

You beamed before you grabbed a fork and tore a piece into the delicate, soft gooeyness. A small smile formed on his lips but he sighed inwardly. He’ll just have to add another hour to his work out, he supposed.

He parted his lips and bit down on the fork before pulling his head away as he chewed. He doesn’t show a reaction yet. He just processes the taste of the brownie. You watched him closely.

A pause. There’s a subtle, delicate taste of sweetness flooded his tastebuds. And for the first time, he finds that he’s enjoying it.

He’s enjoying a fucking brownie.

He’s confused. He doesn’t know what to do with this information. It represented everything he normally hated and disliked but he found himself wanting more. It’s a fluke. It had to be.

He carefully grabs the fork from you before he dips into the brownie before shoving it into his mouth. Again, he chews but it’s slower. Like he’s trying to explain what changed. Why his tastebuds were suddenly enjoying themselves after years of complaining for tasting similar treats.

It’s good. It’s genuinely delicious. It’s rich, sweet but not too sweet where he was questioning his food choices.

“What— What did you change?”

“You like it huh? Yeah, I knew you would.” You said smugly. “I saw it on TikTok so I had to make it for you.”

He looked at you expectantly.

“It’s all natural, baby!” You chirped. “It’s just sweet potatoes, some honey because you used the agave syrup the other day, cacao powder, eggs, Greek yogurt, and vanilla. Some 100% dark chocolate pieces.”

All natural ingredients that shouldn’t have made sense as a dessert. But somehow they did. Because you created something cohesive, warm, rich in a way that shouldn’t have been possible. Worse, you made it because you assumed he would love it and he did. It was delicious enough to make Brendon want to get seconds.

Enough for thirds— even fourths.

So he cuts himself another piece. Much larger than the usual pieces you give him.

“It’s—“ he looked at you. “It’s really good.”

You blinked. “Yeah?”

He nodded. “Can you make this again? Soon?”

You’re surprised by his reaction. It’s frankly… very uncharacteristic of him. His reactions to your desserts have always been very minimal. Controlled. Always a quiet, “it’s good.” Sometimes a nod to show he liked it. Never seconds. Never this.

But he always ate what you baked. Always. And he always texted you at work that he enjoyed it, that it was good that he practically inhaled it.

But definitely not like this.

Not standing in your shared kitchen. Not devouring the piece on his plate in less than a minute. Not reaching for another piece eagerly.

Can you make this again?

It’s a request. One he never asked you to make before. Because he usually never had to. Never really wanted to.

And somehow, you knew that this time it was different. That he meant it.

“Of course, Bren.” You smiled. “I’ll make some tomorrow so you can take to work.”

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‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. jack abbot x kindergarten teacher!reader

❀ jack abbot who comes into his wife's kindergarten class every year on careers day to tell the kids all about being a doctor

❀ jack abbot who keeps all of the drawings the students make for him

❀ jack abbot who is always called for paediatric cases because he spends so much time in his wife's class, and knows what to talk to the kids about to keep them distracted

❀ jack abbot who remembers the names of all his wife's students and remembers everything she tells him about them

❀ jack abbot who sits quietly on saturday mornings and reads medical journals while his wife marks her students work

❀ jack abbot who helps out with all the school fairs and performances, he even goes on all their fields trips (for practicality of course, he can be a first aider if needed, not because he secretly loves the trips to the aquarium)

❀ jack abbot who helps decorate her classroom every summer (and for halloween and christmas)

❀ jack abbot who always buys his wife two bouquets of flowers, one for the dining table and one for her desk in her classroom

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Fuck sakeeee my app refreshed and I lost the fic I was just in the middle of!!!!!! 💔💔💔💔💔

[groovyangelkisses]

OH MY GOD HE LOOKS SO GOOD ARE YOU KIDDING??????

[groovyangelkisses]

OH MY GOD HE LOOKS SO GOOD ARE YOU KIDDING??????

[bbuuunnyyy]

also thinking about jack picking you up from the bar after you get a little toooo drunk and him trying to hold onto his willpower because you're all over him and touching him and cooing at him but he shouldn't when you're so far gone...

maybe you push him a little too far and he gives in

18+ mdni !! cw: daddy kink

you stumble out of the bar, your friends hanging onto your arms, trying not to fall. you see jack's truck parked at the curb, window rolled down as he scrolls on his phone, waiting for you. his head perks up when he hears the bar door slam, face softening as he sees you--dress a little bit too hiked up for his liking, beautiful legs on display, heels dangling from your hand, dumb smile on that pretty face. fuck, he loved you.

"jackie!" you exclaim, untangling from your friends arms, running over to the passenger side of his truck. he chuckles, gets out to round the hood of the car, grabbing you by the hips to lean down, giving you a deep kiss. your friends squeal n he chuckles in your mouth, pulling away with a smile, "hi, baby--have fun tonight?"

you nod, a bit shy now as you paw at his arm, turning into him, "wanna go home--" he hums, putting his hand on the small of your back as he opens the car door, lifting you to place you in the seat. "say bye to your friends, honey." shutting your door, he walks back to the driver's seat as you wave to your friends through the window, giggling n smirking.

you're already on him the second he pulls off the curb, running your nails down his arm, tracing the veins in his hand, twirling your finger around the silver curls at his neck, trailing kisses all over his cheek, neck, hair, arm... you needed him now.

he's chuckling, trying his absolute best to keep both hands on the wheel and his focus on the dark road--but fuck you make it hard. "someone missed me--come on, baby. sit back in your seat until we get home."

you whine, pouting as you sling your arm across, bringing his face closer to whisper in his ear, "but daddy-- i need you right now." jack curses, swerving the car a bit as you nibble on his earlobe, trailing your hand down to palm his growing cock, murmuring another, "please". he jerks the steering wheel, causing you to yelp, falling a little back in your seat as he pulls over on the dirt road.

turning the car off, he looks at you sitting there--skin flushed, lace panties peaking out from under your dress, hair all wild, and grabs your arm, pulling you. "let's go, baby--sit on daddy's cock since you wanna be impatient."

you smile so wide, unaffected by his tone, giggling as you crawl over the middle console, throwing your arms around his neck to kiss him deeply, eagerly grinding down on him. he groans in your mouth, settling his hands on your plushy hips, hands moving up and down your waist. as you kiss down his neck he laughs, tugging your dress up your waist you palm your ass, "my girl's so needy, having daddy pull over--look at you."

you pull back, hands working on his belt to take out his thick cock, gripping him tight, jerking slowly as you both watch. lifting up, you move your panties to the side, lining yourself up with him, moaning as your pussy swallows him. your forehead falls against his shoulder as he fucks up into you, cursing, "fuck, baby. so fucking tight--that feel good?" eyes closed, you lean back, grabbing your tits through your dress, pulling it down to play with your nipples as you nod eagerly.

he coos, chuckling at how fucked out you are, unable to answer him properly, "'s okay, just let daddy take care of you--that's it." you try so hard to move your hips, but jack helps you, fucking yourself on him--using you like a toy. bringing his hand down to circle your clit, you cum fast, clenching around his cock--squeezing him so tight. he groans, moving you faster, tits bouncing in his face. jack comes inside of you, dick pulsing inside you as he holds you there, stroking your back as you snuggle into his neck.

he tries to move you off of him, wanting to set you back in your seat, but you pout, squirming as you hold him tighter n he sighs, "okay--okay, baby." tucking you in closer, still warming his cock, he moves to turn the car back on, pulling back onto the road, happy he's only got three minutes left of the drive.

[faux-8]

(guy who doesnt take care of themselves in any way whatsoever) why do i feel so bad

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Wip -

"Christ do you two ever shut up?" Robby and Jacks heads whip around to the other person they've now realised is on the roof with them.

"Park?"

"I came up here for some air not listen to you two mother hens clucking about how badly you want to throw yourselves off the building" the two men were stunned silent as Park walked towards them. "I mean for god sake Abbot go sink you cock into something, and Robinavitch get a fucking dog". He slapped the older man on the back and walked towards the propped open door.

"Why do I even pay for therapy where your here!"

"That why your so well adjusted Park the shark? Got a dog waiting for you at home?".

"No. Just my wife naked on her knees with her pretty cunt drooling all over my hardwood floors waiting for me to come home so she can beg to suck my cock, while the home cooked dinner she made me finishes cooking." The door slammed behind him.

"Chances he realises that door locks?"

"Higher than the chance he's going to turn around and let us out anyway." Abbot sighed. Park the fucking Shark.

"Right. I'll call Dana"

[softkilldoll]

stalker fetish because it’s the only way u can be sure they want u

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Jack giving his weirdest and the wildest speech and the resident he's fucking winking at him because she is acutely aware of how fucking wild that old pervert and his list of kinks is

[diilfluvrr]

★ 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻𝑺 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑴𝑰𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑳 "𝑹𝑶𝑩𝑩𝒀" 𝑹𝑶𝑩𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯 ★

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a/n: idk if this counts as a “fic” but idgaf lol it’s more like a ficlet thing anyways enjoy this lil thing until i finally finish the fic ive been working on <33

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okay but…. your post about park controlling the vibe during surgery…. maybe real surgery is too life and death but it could be a handy little trick for mentor Brendon to make a resident practice sutures on a pad without their hands shaking (and ensure suitable consequences if they fail him and can’t finish it before they lose control). can’t have his protege embarrassing him with poor quality sutures, after all

YESSSS!!!!! Poor poor reader getting edged and expected to perform poor thingggggg

"Come on, steady baby your doing so well" Brendon's voice was laced with sarcasm and condescension as the needle in your hands shook. Your breathing was a mess and you could hardly keep your eyes open. The hairs at the back of your neck were slick with sweat as you tried to practice suturing.

Brendon had been so kind offering to help you before your practical exam, knowing you'd been so nervous. He'd gotten all the supplies for you, you just had to show up. Like always he'd taken care of everything. You were so blindsided by his suggestion that you didn't even put up a fight when he suggested it. He always knew what was best for you right, I mean the logic made sense. If you could close this wound while he toyed with your pretty cunt then the exam would be easy. He'd coo'ed at you and made you feel all sweet and floaty laid on the bed while he slipped the egg inside you. "Fuck honey I wish you could see how beautiful you look like this for me. This all for me?" He teased running his finger through your lips, being them up to your face so you couldn't hide from the obvious wetness coating them. "Hm baby? Thinking about your Daddy taking care of you all made her a needy mess for me?" It wasn't normal or rational to be jealous when he spoke about your pussy as if she was someone else, you just wanted all his attention.

"Stop whining little girl and open up." One of Brendon's rules was you lick up your mess. You didn't thinking it was that serious until he did make you lick the seat of his car clean in the middle of the PTMC car park. You'd been mortified and more turned on than you'd ever been before. Something about realising you trusted him to keep you safe, and that you could trust him to follow through on his rules.

You sucked his fingers clean drooling dripping down your chest. "Good fucking girl aren't you baby." His hand came up to give you a few quick slaps to the face, "don't get all dumb on me already baby, you need to practice".

You blinked slowly up at him trying to remember what you were doing before this. He stood and offered you his hand, guiding you naked back to the kitchen. He had you sit at the dinning room table, the cold wooden seat making you achingly aware of how hot your pussy was. Brendon reached to pinch your nipples before settling in opposite you.

The vibrations were so low as first, your brain still mush, that you didn't even notice them. Eyes heavy and breathing shallow as Brendon pushed the tools in front of you. "What do we say?" Your mouth opened but no words came out. "Christ little girl I haven't even fucked you yet and you can't speak. Do you really think you should be taking this exam? Too stupid to be a doctor baby, maybe you need to drop out. You were just made to warm Daddy's cock weren't you" his words were a buzzing in your ear but you couldn't help but smile thinking about his cock. Brendon reached over and harshly grabbed your face. "Say" and he spoke extra slowly keeping eye contact with you "thank you Daddy for helping your dumb little girl play doctor".

"Thank you Dadd- AH oh fuck" You screamed at the vibrations shot up, before letting out a long moan earning you another slap to the face. "Thank you Daddy for helping your dumb fuckkk feels so good Daddy" you whined. Slap. "ThankyouDaddyforhelpingyourdumblittlegirlplaydoctor" you said in one breath hoping to save you cheek more stinging. You finished as his hand came up again but he just petted you lightly making soft noises like you would to a scared animal.

"Go on then." He gestured to the kit as the vibrations dropped to a more manageable level.

That had been nearly an hour ago. You were mostly done but with the constant changes in the vibrations being you to the edge of climax over and over and Brendon's sickly sweet bullying you were a fucking mess. Your thighs soaked and sticky against the cool wood, your pulse racing, face red and your chest heaving. The sutures weren't neat at all, a point Brendon seemed to take great joy in teasing you for. You were shaking barely able to hold your hands up to finish the last few. You did it though. The vibrations were set to the max and you quickly put the toys down as your orgasm shattered through you. Your head would have banged on the table if Brendon hadn't been quicker, his hand shooting out to protect your head as it fell forward.

"Fuck baby I am so proud of you." He was holding your face and kissing you so tenderly it was hard to remember that he was also the man who had tortured you. He stroked your hair back, pushing some of the sweat off your forehead. "I knew you could do it, I promise it will never be that hard again" you just sank forward into his arms too tired to say anything. "Come on let's get you in the bath, but first little girl..." You looked up at him confused. Brendon just lifted you up till you were standing on wobbly legs next to him as his head tilted towards the chair. You whined but before you could really protest Brendon's hand was in your hair pushing you to your knees and your face towards the still glistening chair.

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Warnings: stalker!Robby, noncon, somo, creepy Robby <3

People have told Robby time and time again that he needs a hobby, but as he watched the little blue dot on the map on his phone move during a lul in his shift he realises this probably wasn't what they ment. But really who could blame him, you were so naive and innocent to the world anything could happen to you if he didn't protect you.

He'd been watching you for weeks now. During the day he watched the software he'd installed on your phone update him on your location, the clone of your phone also letting him read all your messages (as well as some of those naughty photos you'd had - had because he'd since deleted them, no one else got to see your pretty body but him). You couldn't hide anything from him. He was in all your social media apps adding parental controls and screen limit timers, he set alarms when you forgot, and he made sure your bills got paid. He cared about you. If he had the day off he might follow you around the city, he liked when these little 'dates' ended up in museums or cute stores where he could watch you browsing. He also had cameras everywhere. In your apartment, you car, your phone, your favourite coffee shop. Anywhere his babygirl went he would follow even if he couldn't physically be there.

At night he'd break into your house while you slept. You never realised the reason you slept so deeply was because of the crushed up pills he'd added to your milk knowing you only ever drank it in the evening in your tea. You slept through him taking off your panties and pressing them against his nose to inhale your scent. You slept through him pressing the tip of his cock against your lips, you slept through him groaning as your hot little breathes puffed out your mouth over his aching cock. You pretty lips parting as he pushed just the tip into the molten heat of your mouth. "That's it babygirl, suckle on Daddy's cock. I know. Need it so bad don't you." Robby had almost cum in his pants that day the amount of times hed watched you put something, a pen, your fingers, your card, in your mouth. He has came down to stroke your chin before he wrapped your hair around it to push your lips deep down his cock. You moaned in your sleep and Robby tried to control his hips but a quick jerk sent his cock hitting the back of your throat. "You can't help it can you baby, Daddy's spoilt you and now you have a pretty oral fixation you just can't satisfy don't you. It's okay baby you'll be with Daddy soon and youll never have to worry about your mouth being empty again hm".

Robby pulled out your mouth before he came catching it all in your lace panties. Normally he'd take them with him, he'd started leaving random pairs he'd bought in your house, knowing you were too dumb to even realise. But he'd stopped caring anymore. You were his and it was time you knew it.

Robby's hand squished your cheeks opening your mouth again, and his fingers slowly worked the fabric into your mouth smearing his cum all over your face. "Such a pathetic little slut for me aren't you kiddo, sucking Daddy's cum out your wet little panties. Hm how does your Daddy taste?" You let out a muffled little whine.

The next part of your evenings was his favourite. Robby made his way to the bottom of the bed and spread your thighs groaning and palming his cock again as it made a valiant effort to get hard again. Your thighs were a sticky mess, his poor horny baby not able to get any relief. One thing he absolutely loved about you, was your inability to make yourself cum. He'd jerked off a few times to your search history looking for a medical explanation. You had dozens of toys in the bedside table next to your head. But you needed a partner, someone who would overwhelm and distract you enough to let you fall over that edge. Unfortunately for you Robby had made sure, in the short time he'd known you, to scare off any potential partners for you. You only needed him.

Poor you though, because Robby wasn't going to let you cum until it was in his bed when you'd accepted you belonged to him. He stilled played with your pussy of course. His personal best was 11 edges in one night. You'd been a snappy irritable bitch the next day to anyone and everyone and he fucking loved it. Loved knowing the impact he had on your life.

Robby opened your draw of toys, finding the collection of plugs. Unknown to you he'd been training your ass for a while now and you could take the middle sized plug easily but the biggest still was a challenge. Maybe if you were more awake youd beg and cry, but for now Robby just enjoyed watching that tight ring of muscle struggle and stretch around the plug. He liked to do this first making sure you were plugged for as long as possible. Again his stupid little girl never questioned the lube in the asshole when she'd wake up from these deep sleeps.

Robby started edging you with his mouth, then fingers, some of your toys, rubbing his soft cock against your folds, fucking your ass with the plug. He edged you 8 times before he took pitty on you. He didn't bother to clean you up, such a needy girl you wouldn't question the soaked sheets. He left the plug in as well, you needed to learn to keep it in all day for him really. He didn't want to have to be gentle when he took your hole.

Robby stayed for a few more hours. He cleaned and tidied your apartment. Making sure to check on you through the night, and (pointlessly) warning you that next time you leave the apartment in this much of a mess he'll spank you with the plug in so you really feel it.

Leaving was always hard, you were starting to show signs of waking up and your alarm would go off soon. He left a quick note for you to find when you woke up and locked the door on his way out.

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You'd been waking up sore for a while now. You had a sneaking suspicion why (missing underwater, changes to your phone, bills being paid for you) but this was the first time it hurt. You whimpered as the pain in your ass became more noticeable and reached down to feel your plug? That woke you up, making you also notice your saw jaw and the fabric. Spitting it out you could clearly see your cum filled panties laying on the pillow next to you. Dread filled you, mixed with something darker. Twisting your body you saw it. Lipstick writing all over the mirror across from your bed.

"Good morning babygirl, wear this I'll pick you up at 7pm for our date. Be good, I'll be watching as always. - Daddy"

You couldn't help the full body shiver that ran through you, seeing your reflection behind the text and the cum drying around your mouth. Your tongue ran around inside your mouth searching for another taste of him. Your daddy. The man who cared so much about you already. You'd felt his presence for weeks, it was exciting and made you feel oh so special. You had been pretty sure he was the reason for your recent frustration, but now you were certain. Maybe if you were a good girl he'd let you cum you thought. The thought he might be watching drifted through your head as your pulled the wet panties down from your pillow to against your cunt, humping and fingering yourself through the rough fabric