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valleyfae · 2 years

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aftercare with daddy!six after a rough scene :(

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐲, 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

Paring: daddy!Sierra Six x little!reader

Warnings: dom/sub dynamic, ddlg, daddy kink, unprotected sex, smut 18+ ONLY MDNI, dumbification, dacryphilia, breeding kink, praise, AFTERCARE!! fluff, pure softness and comfort! A lot more smut than I intended, but it turns very soft

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“Yeah? Can’t answer me, huh?”

One hand securely gripping your throat, Six forcefully slaps his calloused palm across your cheek, the abrupt strikes leaving a sting on your hot flesh. “Dumb little girl’s stuffed so full with Daddy’s cum, can’t even think.”

“D—Daddy,” you sob, the ache in your throat growing with each of your strained whimpers.

His blush pink bottom lip juts out as he lets it goes from his teeth grip. “Poor little girl,” he grunts, hips harshly slamming down, his entire weight forced onto you. “Brains gone all fuzzy, hasn’t it?"

The head of his cock repeatedly rams into your most sensitive spot. “Love being used like a whore, my sweet princess really is just a dirty girl. Needy cunt can’t help it, huh?” Six’s words push you further and further; you’ve lost track of the number of times your Daddy has made you cum, slapped you, shoved his fingers down your throat.

“Tell me how much you love being Daddy’s little toy,” Six demands leaning down, trapping your writhing form, coercing your weak muscles to contort as you squirm, nails firmly digging into his muscular biceps. “Go on, princess, use your words like a big girl.”

The overstimulation and pure euphoria of Six’s dominance overwhelm your senses; eyes glazed, the salty tears break past the barrier of your waterline, rolling down your cheek. His chest pressed against yours, forcing you to swallow your broken sobs. “Daddy,” you croak, arching your back, thrashing against the sheets, determined to release your pent-up frustration.

Six overcome with authoritative satisfaction; he hovers dangerously close to you, all movements completely frozen; he still manages to torment the fire that amplifies the pulse that glides through your aching folds and throbbing bundle of nerves.

“My little girl looks so pretty crying for me—” his low, breathy grunts shift into brutish, animalistic growls “sweet tears all for me, huh?”

You frantically nod, brows furrowed, eyes intensely yearning for Six’s approval—the thrashing of your hips instantly come to a halt as Six restarts his harsh thrusts. The rough pads of his fingers still rubbing against your raw skin, the depletion of your oxygen continuing to add to the difficulty of holding back your orgasm.

The harsh smacking noise derived from Six’s sculpted v-line colliding with your overly sensitive abdomen mixes with the faint ringing in your ears. Your bottom lip quivers, feet arching, heels digging into the ruffled sheets, the friction perspires a burning heat.

Six presses his forehead against yours, beads of sweat accumulated on both of your hairlines meld together. Mercilessly pounding into you, Six’s grunts get increasingly aggressive, frustrated curses slipping off his tongue. Your body instinctively trembles–the skin wrapped around your nucleus tightens in rhythm with the way you frantically clench around his cock.

Convulsing in frustrating overstimulation, you repeatedly babble nonsense into Six’s chest. “Yeah, that’s right, princess, you just lay here while Daddy fills you up,” he groans, full, heavy balls drawing up as you reach your high again.

“That’s my good girl,” he taunts, clinging to the bit of willpower he has left. “Cum for Daddy.”

Ending his controlled pattern of deep thrusts, Six lets go, pushing himself further inside you than before, the tip of his cock forced against your g-spot.

As each rope of Six’s cum paints your walls, he restrains your trembling limbs while he rides out his high. He maintains his position–his warm breath cascades down your skin. Breaking his stern grunt with a tender chuckle, you whimper against his skin.

He brushes your forehead with his nimble fingers, laying a delicate kiss on your skin. “There we go, nice and easy, princess,” Six coos, steadily pulling out and putting his weight on his heels. His gaze switches from your pleading eyes to his shaft as he continues to slip out of your grip, inch by inch.

Drawing patterns down your sensitive skin, Six’s eyes fixate on the excessive amount of his cum that you’ve already managed to spread to your inner thighs messily.

Circling your sore, puffy clit with his thumb, Six presses his lips to your sweaty forehead again. “Daddy p-please. No… no more,” you wince, letting a final tear flow down your cheek, firmly clamping your legs around Six’s forearm, struggling to escape his touch.

“Were so desperate for Daddy’s cum, now look at you, all fucked out and filled to the brim,” he smirks, letting you free to admire your tired body sprawled out under him. “So pretty stuffed with cum, hmh?”

Swiping the pad of his thumb across your cheek, Six catches your tear, soothingly whispering against your heated skin. He sits you up, wrapping his muscular arms around your bare waist. “Is my little girl feeling floaty?” Six calmly pets your arm, trailing his touch as you squirm, timidly wincing back at his hushes.

“Sh sh, I got you, princess. Take a deep breath for me.” Following his directions to the best of your abilities, you melt into Six’s embrace, gingerly placing your shaky hand on his biceps, fingers gliding over his distinct scars. His reassuring aura consumes every aspect of you. “There we go, there’s my good girl.”

Enveloped in Six’s arms, he carefully positions the two of you upright. You look up at him with a confused frown, clawing closer to him.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Daddy’s gonna put something on so we can get cleaned up, alright?” Scooping you off his brawny thighs, he coaxes you into a mellow state.

The rush of the air conditioner blows down on Six’s defined, muscular back; hastily grabbing a pair of boxers, he slips the fabric up until it sits lowly on his hipbones.

Walking back towards you, he lets out a content sigh, watching as you fiddle your fingers with the linen duvet.

“Hey, princess, look at me. Show me that pretty face of yours.” Six crouches down to your fatigued, curled-up body. Hugging your knees to your chest, Six cups your cheek, taking in his familiar scent, you nestle into his touch. “That’s my girl. Give me a smile, smile for Daddy.”

Sheepishly turning, you softly smile, looking up at Six, stretching your arm out and gently making contact with his cheekbone, innocently holding his face.

Reciprocating a warm smile, Six murmurs under his breath, “there we are.” Large, rough hands molding to the sides of your rib cage, Six secures your weight, supporting your drowsy figure, transporting you to the bathroom. “I got you; let your head rest on Daddy’s shoulder.”

The contact of the cool marble on the back of your thighs shocks you out of your drowsy state; Six calmly hushes your shaky whine, pressing his plush lips to your temple.

“Did so good for me, princess. I’m so proud of you.” Six distracts you, rubbing your back with his right hand as he switches on the faucet with his left hand, letting the stream of water hit his skin, waiting for the perfect temperature.

Heavy lids fluttering shit, you nuzzle your face into the crook of Six’s neck, humming softly. “Don’t wanna shower.” Securing your exposed body to Six’s, tightening your grip as you cling onto him.

“No shower, princess. Just let Daddy clean you off, alright?” Six softly pries away from your hold. “Gonna be real quick, I promise. Then we can get all comfy in bed and cuddle.”

The tranquil expression displayed across your face melts into a confused frown. “P-please, Daddy,” you hiccup. “D-Daddy.” One blink away from tears trickling down your cheeks–you anxiously watch Six grab a washcloth and soap from the shower.

He delicately wipes over your sensitive skin, you whimper as his hand moves up your inner thigh. “I know, sweetheart, your princess parts are feeling sore, huh? Gonna be quick.” Faintly whining at Six, you squeeze your eyes shut, further hiding against his chest.

“All done, princess,” Six croons, picking you back up. “Did so good for me. Daddy’s so proud of you.”

Sinking back into the plush mattress, your thoughts wander, waiting for Six to return for mandatory cuddles. You admire your Daddy’s towering stature and defined build as he makes his way back to you.

“Arms up.” Slipping you into one of his t-shirts, Six immediately scoops you into his arms, settling you on his lap, bringing your special blanket to your arms.

“Thank you, Dada,” you hum, nuzzling into Six’s reassuring embrace. “Love you.”

“I love you more, princess.”

Endnote: well… anyways… um… hi… I love Ryan Gosling? Here’s your tag, princess @buckysboobs I love you so very much <3

Also, I wanna change my theme and make my blog look all nice, but I’m bad at that. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed!!!

Also also, this isn’t proofread per usual 👍🏻

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valleyfae · 2 years

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can you write something for six? 😁

𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬

Paring: dom!Court Gentry (Sierra Six) x sub!reader

Warnings: slight somnophilia, dom/sub dynamic, ddlg undertones/extremely needy reader?? daddy kink, smut 18+ ONLY MDNI, masterbation (female), grinding on top of dick, hand + blowjob, messy spit and balls (lots of spit and balls), and more lol

Summary: Tossing and turning, the future repercussions do not stop you from attempting to fulfill your midnight needs.

Word Count: 1.8k

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Tossing and turning in the middle of the night, sweating and whimpering, hoping to wake up Six. You don’t care about the repercussions; you need him; you need something between your legs to settle your hips from frantically bucking, clenching your legs, and straining your muscles.

Nothing helps that feeling go away, not hastily grinding down on the duvet you’ve rolled from the side of the bed, not vigorously rubbing your clit through your sleep shorts with your clammy palm. Nothing.

Hypnotized by the growing heat surging from between your legs and Six’s perfect sculpted arm lying above the covers, the moonlight seeping through the windows and highlighting his prominent veins.

Cuddling up into the crook of his neck, you wrap your arms around Six’s bicep and strenuously hook your ankles together so your puffy bundle of nerves presses against his wrist.

Squeezing your eyes shut, your teeth pierce the flesh of your lips, incoherently grinding on Six; you muffle out helpless pleas, "D-Daddy, I need you," you sob into the pillow he lays on.

Too distracted to think, a drowsy Six shifts in his sleep, huffing out as you continue to feverishly squirm and whimper, desperate for your Daddy to wake up and use you until you’ve been overstimulated, stuffed with his cum, and completely passed out from exhaustion.

Lost in the fuzziness of your thoughts, the thin fabric of your shorts molds to your cunt, wetness seeping through the cotton to Six’s skin. "Please, w-wake up," you croak. "I’m s— I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry for being a b-bad girl."

So humiliated with yourself, you rapidly kick off your shorts, writhing in desperation, haphazard as you grip onto Six’s forearm, using it as stability so you can start to grind on his thick exposed thigh, your painfully sensitive clit grazing his boxers.

The addictive friction from his leg hair against your folds adds to the frustration of knowing that you cannot cum with your Six’s help.

Erratically letting out restless grunts, voice scratchy and strained, you incidentally dig your nails into Six’s skin. "Daddy," you mumble through gritted teeth. "I’m- I’m sorry—"

Hushing yourself, you bring his hand up and slip two of his fingers past your lips. As he shoves his digits further down your throat, forcing you to gag, significant amounts of saliva dripping down your chin accumulating to the mess, you let out a real, broken sob.

Shame sinks in your stomach, realizing your impulsive decisions to not only touch yourself, not only get off at the same time Six sleeps centimeters away from you, but be so pathetically desperate and uncontrollably hump him, melting into a babbling mess.

Six swiftly opens his eyes in shock; processing, he immediately notices the pool of your juices covering his thigh that you leave behind when you feverishly detach yourself from him and meekly sink into the mattress.

Goosebumps trickle down your spine, your lip quivers, still feeling the impulse to press your inadequate fingers to your throbbing cunt.

"Sorry, Daddy," you sniffle, watching the sheets flatten as Six props himself on the headboard. He runs his large hand through his hair, collecting his thoughts before he manhandles you, so you’re straddling his lap, only the rapid thumping of your heartbeat and pulse stirring in your core, keeping the room from being completely silent.

"Oh, sweetheart..." Six grimaces, trying to keep his grip on his already dwindling willpower and not aggressively flip you over and pound into your cunt before finally giving in and stretching your virgin ass.

Six quietly observes as you sheepishly tug down your unsubstantial tank top, hoping to cover what’s left of your dignity before you wipe your drool-painted face with the back of your hand.

He reassures, "I'm not mad at you; I’m not mad. Can you just explain to me what happened?" Six questions, breaking the silence with furrowed brows and a firm yet soft and comforting tone.

Nerves driving you to rock forward, you open your mouth, comprehending your hips' involuntary bucking, you collapse on top of Six. "I—I’m sorry," you hysterically whimper. Choking on your words, you resort to nuzzling into his broad chest, denied cunt still clenching.

"My pretty little girl’s too needy for her own good, huh?" he coos, soothingly rubbing your back. "You couldn’t wait until the morning? Were you too embarrassed to ask me, too scared to wake me up, so you started humping me and sucking my fingers instead?"

Lifting his hips enough to shift his boxers down, Six guides your shaky hand to his thick cock and strokes it. "Answer me, princess. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me." He keeps his composure, gently cupping your cheek with his free hand to regain your eye contact.

"You poor thing," composing his dominance, Six collects the accumulated spit on your chest, bringing it down and painting his shaft, using your fingers to mix your saliva with his pre cum.

The dark room lights up with overpowering tension. "Are you going to be a good girl?" Six croons directing you to wrap both of your hands around his thick girth.

Hesitantly gliding over the distinct veins that run down his shaft to follow them with your gaze, heart rate increasing as your eyes scan over the trail of coarse hairs that extrude from around his base, the bulging veins on their path up his v-line. "Is that a yes, princess? Are you going to listen to Daddy and be his good girl?"

Detaching his hands from on top of yours, Six swirls his fingers, collecting your drool; he presses his digits to your tongue. "Y-Yes, Daddy," you hum. The taste of his long fingers covered in the tangy combination of his pre-cum and your cunt that hovers over his body is humiliatingly pleasant.

“Atta girl," he praises, letting out an audible sigh when your hands brush over his balls. Finally giving Six the eye contact he’s been forcing, you feebly frown, unintentionally letting out a reluctant mewl. "Oh, you messy girl," he sneers, your wet hands cupping his heavy balls. "Go on and rub all of that drool on Daddy’s balls. Get ‘em nice and messy, just how my slutty little girl likes it."

Six’s words go straight to the neglected ache in your clit, tormenting your every breath, challenging you not to let your extreme arousal defeat your willpower.

Shifting down to lie on your stomach, you stop, "No p-punishment?"

"Don’t get too ahead of yourself; just because I’m letting you be a whore right now, it’s not gonna be all sunshine and rainbows tomorrow." He spreads his thighs further as you get comfortable. "Daddy has to think of something fitting."

Eyes wide, you dip your head down, placing eager kitten licks on his tip. "Spanking?" you question, rubbing your hips back on the sheets at the thought of being pinned down over Six’s knees.

"Nice try, princess." Six pats your cheek twice, slowly stroking himself away from your mouth, positioning himself until you attach your lips to his balls, stifling your whines. "Maybe for a reward after no coming for a week."

Steadily pumping his cock, grunting as your tongue trails down to the ring of tight muscle and back to his base, nestling your noes, barring your faces between his base and balls. An abundance of spit covers your face, and the lewd sounds of whines and moans are muffled as Six holds you down by the crown of your head.

"There's my good girl. Messy little thing sure is needy tonight," he says smugly, his gaze following the frenzy that had taken over you, grinding on the bed with hostility, irked by the lack of satisfaction you are receiving. "Does that feel nice? Humping the air? Can you not wait for Daddy? Are you that restless?"

Detaching your mouth from him, you bite down on your lip, trying to refrain from your vigorous hip movements. Humiliation runs through your body down to the visible patch of wetness you’ve created.

"Come here" Six lays his legs flat, cupping his balls; he lifts his hand in front of your flustered, heated face. He grimaces, "all of this drool from that innocent little mouth." The spit streams down his fingertips, stringing onto his defined abs. "Such a pretty mess all for me."

"Just for you, Daddy," you beam pleadingly, with a soft glimmer in your eyes.

"Open."

Eagerly squeezing your eyes shut, you open your mouth; his firm grip expands his view down your throat, fingers clutching your jaw.

Gathering a large amount of his spit, Six partially sits up, leaning the weight on his elbow, his bicep bulges, pushing against the side of his ribs—anticipation bubbles in your stomach, waiting for him to make his next move.

Harshly spitting on your face, his saliva cascading over your tongue. "Swa— good girl," Six praises. Painfully hard, he gradually pumps himself; your expression fades from content to puzzled as he pushes your hips down on top of his abdomen. You squeal; your lips immediately press against his cock; you instinctively roll your hips, whining, and the hood of your clit glides over Six with ease.

"There you go, didn’t need to act so confused."

Wrapping his hands around your hips, he takes control.

Your tired-out body trembling with pleasure, you stabilize yourself and grip Six’s shoulders as he continues to manipulate your movements. A combination of pain and pleasure, but knowing you most likely won’t be coming for the next week makes the torturous simulation that much better.

"Gonna cum a-again," you wince, ab muscles convulsing; Six forcibly connects the rough pad of his tub to your overstimulated clit. "Daddy, no more, I can’t—"

Letting go for the second time, Six is granted more amusement, "just a little more, come on, you can do it, make Daddy cum, then you won’t have to cum for a week."

Before your whimpers heighten, he lays his thumb on your tongue, immediately pulling a reaction from you. "So close, princess, so close," he grunts, balls drawing up; he clenches his jaw, assertiveness perspiring from his skin, pinning your hips down, growling as he releases.

Rope after rope, Six grunts, his hot cum dispersing over his heaving chest. "Shit," he curses. "So good for me, fuck—"

Lips still wrapped around his thumb, Six tenderly cups your lips, lightly rocking you back and forth as he leisurely descends from his high.

"Daddy, c-can I, um…."

Six chuckles, smoothing his hand over his beard, "Go ahead, princess. Clean up all of Daddy’s cum like a good girl."

End Note: tags for @wi1dflowers and @buckysboobs for responding to my random post. Hopefully, you see this too nonnie :’)

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