Archive of Our Own ^beta

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1. Camboy

2. Secretary

3. Cabin in the Woods

4. Viking

5. Guide/Sentinel

6. War Times

7. Sports

8. Flight Crew

9. Cowboy

10. Bodyguard&Actor

11. Tech Support

12. Werwolf

13. Pool Boy/Cougar

14. Mechanic

15. Dom/Sub Designation

16. Stripper

17. Vampire

18. Firefighter

19. Animal Traits

20. Mafia

21. Primal Times

22. Red Riding Hood

23. Personal Trainer

24. Casino

25. Weather Girl

26. Pirate

27. Priest/Daemon

28. Templar/Assassin

29. Seven Minutes in Heaven

30. Doctor/Nurse

31. Music Band

32. Soldier

33. Expedition

34. Career Switch

35. Emanator

36. James Bond

37. Three Houses

38. Gender Swap

39. Detroit Become Human

40. Ballet

41. BioShock

42. Mermaid

43. Lawyer

44. SCP

45. Car Racing

46. Greek Gods

47. Titanic

48. Prison

49. Witcher

50. Gladiator

51. Sex Shop

52. In the Train

53. Tennis Instructor

54. Undercover

55. Arranges Marriage

56. Royal

57. Angel/Daemon

58. Dungeons & Dragons

59. 50's Housewife

60. Babysitter

Chapter Text

Long arms folded backward, pushing out the man’s chest to the camera catching the whole scene, while legs shyly parted showing more and more, what was covered of the milky skin and not.

“Do you like it, Daddy?” He send the question, with a coy smile on pink lips and lowered eyelids at the camera.

Captain_guard1: It is very pretty on you.

Legs spreading further, showing more of the sapphire blue lace design, that barely captured the skin, showing where the fabric had become a little damp.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Captain_guard1: Is it comfortable though?

A giggle left pink lips, “Yes, Daddy, very comfortable!”

As sort of proof, he kneeled on the bed, stretching up, to show how the bands that criss crossed over his stomach - which were connected to both pieces that covered his skin - moved effortlessly and didn’t strain against his body.

“You got my size just perfect.”

And didn’t make him feel a little bit funny inside.

Captain_guard1: I’m glad.

He shyly licked his lips, looking up at the camera, when reading these words.

“You always take such good care of me, Daddy.”

Captain_guard1 is typing……

But still, no words came on the screen. Maybe he had flustered the other man? He smiled a little about it. He liked the thought of doing that to his Captain.

Captain_guard1: Would you like to open the next present?

Behind a burgundy lace mask, emerald eyes lit up at the words. This was only the first present he had been gifted, it had already be so much fun to put it on for the other man on screen. But there was indeed more, so much more!

“Yes, please!”

Captain_guard1: Good.

He was already scrambling forward at the confirmation, grabbing for the big box he had been send.

Captain_guard1: Eager boy. Do you know which one to open next?

He tried not to look bashfully at the accusations and then nodded firmly.

Captain_guard1: Words, baby boy.

Now he truly blushed, reminded of his mistake.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Captain_guard1: Good. Then go on opening it.

Not waiting a minute longer, he grabbed into the box and pulled out a rectangular case that was covered in a deep green gift paper. Quickly his fingers worked and opened the paper, not ripping it, the paper was too shiny for that.

Under it, he found a nondescript white box, and he needed a second to find the opening. His eyes blinked for a minute confused at the content, before another notification ping brought his eyes back to the screen.

Captain_guard1: I know we only talked about it a few times. But I thought you would like it.

If he wasn’t blushing before, he knew he was now, and that was down his neck, making him look all blotchy.

His Captain didn’t seem to take that as a good sign.

Captain_guard1: If you don’t want to do it, that is okay. We can continue with the other presents. Or we co….

“No!,” the word echoed in the room, and the typing stopped.

He swallowed nervously, licking his lips, and tried to calm his heartbeat.

“I-I mean I want to, Daddy! I was just a little surprised. A good surprise.”

Captain_guard1: … Are you sure?

“Yes,” and without further ado, he got the tiny wireless headphones out and put them in his ears, mindful of the golden hop earrings that also had been a gift, a long time ago. Stretching his body, he opened the app he used for these things - not that he ever had done it before to be truthful - and connected everything.

Sitting back on his hunches, he looked at the screen, waiting.

“Can you hear me, baby boy?”

A whine left his lips before he could stop himself. Following a shudder that went through his whole body, making him push his legs together. How it made him tingle.

His Daddy had such a nice deep voice, gravely and full of timber.

“Sweetheart?”

Another whine, another shudder.

“Yes, Daddy?”, when had his voice become higher and breathier.

A dark chuckle vibrated in his ears.

“I assume that you like it?”

Oh, the sound of amusement was like pure spun sugar in his ears.

“Yes, Daddy.” he swallowed the spit that had collected in his mouth, “I, I like it very much.”

Another chuckle. He could feel himself getting wetter.

“That is very good to hear. Why don’t you get back to your presents, baby boy? There is after all much more for you to unpack.”

The blue-haired man started to nod again, but then corrected himself quickly, “Yes, Daddy.”

He pulled the box to him, hiding his lower body behind it as if it would protect him from anything. Next - if he remembered the instructions correctly that he had gotten at the beginning - was a package of the same size as the last, but this time warped in pastel pink colors. Again he carefully opened it.

“Oh, these are so pretty, Daddy”, manicured fingers pulled out black and silver nipple clamps that had small sapphires as weight dangling from them, matching the lingerie he had gotten.

“They would look so much prettier on you, baby boy.”

He bit his lips, and looked from them to the camera, begging with his eyes a little.

“Yes, please.”

“Then put them on for me, baby boy.”

Quickly he moved, pushing the box from him, and sitting himself on display for the other. Grabbing already around one of his pecs, to put the jewelry on.

He heard a sigh from the connection. “Not like that, boy. You know better than this.”

Hated it t when he was only called boy. Shame, and anxiety zipping instantly through his body, already an apology on his lips.

But he was already getting orders. “Put them back down. Then take them with you and go back to your pillows. Lay back, get comfortable, and then you will show me how you play with your chest before we put the clamps on. Understood?”

Biting his lips, trying to push down the anxiety still balling up in his belly, he moved as instructed.

“Can you see, Daddy?”, he pushed his chest out.

“Yes. Now be good and show me, baby boy.”

He nodded, more to himself than the other, and then took a breath. He wanted to make up to his Daddy and give him a good show.

Laying both his hands on his collarbone, he slowly moved them down, caresing the skin, before framing his chest. Now noticing that the bracelet should have been a sign for this specific gift, after all, it was missing the fabric for the cups, and the lace was just framing his chest and exposing his nipples on full display. His Daddy was sometimes so distracting.

Shutting further thoughts and comments down in his head, when he heard the soft breathing in his ears, he squeezed his pecs, making eye contact with the camera, and let a low moan leave his lips. There was an uptick in the breath.

Pressing the soft flesh - or what was left of them - together, his fingers fanned out, grabbing the skin more, before reaching for more. Moved then oh so slowly forward, to press his fingers over his nipples, which were already staying on attention, and giving them a soft squeeze.

“Daddy!”, left his lips breathily.

“Very good, baby boy”, the heavy voice, was all the reward he needed.

He squeezed hard, pressing deeper, rubbing a little unkind to get more of that electric feeling, while moaning freely and softly, all on display.

“Get your fingers wet.”

He eagerly licked each three of his fingertips, to a low sound from the other side.

“Put them back. And then I want you to get them both wet, before you pull on them, roll them between your fingers.”

He moaned, only from the words, before he followed. First circling the puckered flesh, making them feel warm and wet before pinching the tips between his fingertips. Pulling the skin, whimpering, before rolling the small nubs between them, little zips of pleasure going through his body.

“Daddy,” he breathed out, clamping his legs together. He felt so good.

“Yes, like that. You are doing so good, sweetheart.” He could hear the slick sound of lips being licked.

“So, good, Daddy,” another pull and twirl, “so good!”

“Don’t come, just yet.”

He whined loudly, lolling his head back, and tried to look at the camera.

“But, D-”

“No. Put your hands off your nipples, and get the clamps. I have other ideas with you today.”

He cursed a little under his breath, earning a laugh for that - the sound making him tremble once more - before lifting the first clamp, shining in the light.

“Put it on for me, baby boy. And don’t forget: don't come.”

“Yes, Daddy”, he cupped his right pec, rubbing once more against the erected nipple, before opening the clamp. Then he placed it, locked his eyes with the camera, and let it snap close. He moaned loudly, his body flinching back from the pain, please growing.

He let loose of the clamp, the sapphires at the end catching as weights, and threw his head back at the feeling.

“Very good, baby boy.” The other’s voice had gotten lower, “Now the other.”

He nodded a yes, under his breath, the praise hot in his blood, and did it again, feeling himself get even wetter and sounds of pleasure leaving him.

“Feels good, sweetheart?”

He lazily opened his eyes, moving a little, feeling the weight catch.

“Yes, Daddy,” he swallowed some spit, “Feels so good. Tingly.”

“Very good. You are doing so good for me,” there was a smile in the voice, so he followed with his own.

“Now, as much as I like seeing you as such a pretty picture. I want you to get your next present, get back where you are now, open it, and await further instructions. Understood?”.

“Yes, Daddy, understood.”

He moved as instructed, breath catching when the weights moved, body pulsing with the pain and pleasure. It was not helping how he already was so on edge when he moved backward getting comfortable.

The box this time, was covered in burgundy wrapping paper, and the biggest of them all. He went on opening it, his breath hitching, when he saw through a clear window what was in the box.

“Daddy!”

A deep chuckle, “Yes, baby boy?”

He had to sort his thoughts for a moment, “Did you? Is that? I mean, thank you. Really, Daddy?”

Another chuckle, amusement clear in the voices, “Yes I did. And you know what it is, you have seen it before, haven’t you? And you are very welcome. This is as much for me as for you.”

He whined, looking between the camera and the gift still unpacked in his hands. Of course, he had seen it before, they had exchanged some pictures. And from what he remembered, and maybe had touched himself too, out of their private sessions. This was a more than realistic replica of what he had seen, even the color.

“Now, now. Don’t just stare at it, sweetheart. Go on, get it out. I know you want it”

He needed no further instructions, because, yes, he wanted it so badly.

Feeling it then cold and heavy in his hands, made a shudder go through his body. His hands squeezed around it, moving gently up and down, his mouth wet from wanting to taste, to be filled.

Now a low laugh from the other side, “Always so eager for cock, sweetheart,”

Blown emerald eyes to the camera, “Only yours, Daddy.”

“Fuck.“

He let an impish smile play on his lips. He still got it.

But the other seemed to catch himself. “How about you show me how much you want it? I know your mouth must be waiting for a taste, no?”

“Yes, yes!”, a tongue clicked, “Yes, please Daddy!”, he corrected.

“Very good. Then can you move a little for me?”, he gave a quick confirmation, “Good, then I want you to the camera. Elbows on the bed, so you have a good grip on it. And then you can show me what you can do with that pretty mouth.”

He whined as an answer and moved. Breath quicking when in the new position - him on his hands and knees - made the clamps swing, pulling with every movement.

“Lik-like this, Daddy?” he tried to bat his eyes at the camera.

“Yes, baby boy, just like that,” he preened a little at the praise, “now show me.”

Without further hesitation, his tongue was out and licking a strip from the bottom to the tip. He gasped at the taste, imagining the taste of the real thing, before getting to the tip and sucking gently at it.

“Just like that, baby boy,” he could hear movement from the other side.

He nodded unconsciously and continued to twirl his tongue around the tip, before going lower, coating the whole cock. He tried to take all, to press his nose into the testicles, that were even attached, big and heavy, but couldn’t fit everything in. He groaned anew - there was so much to take! - , before slowly moving up again. Always being aware of the clamps, that pulled so delicious on him.

This time after again leaving the tip with his tongue and spit, he pulled a little back, and engulfed it again, going down, taking it in, and down and down, till his throat couldn’t take more. Felt the stretch in his jaw and the cock heavy on his tongue. He pulled back, to breathe for a moment to go again, all in the headspace to get the other off, to take more, to be good.

“Stop,” the sound echoed in him.

He whined, blinked confused at the camera, cock still in his mouth.

“Pull off.”

He whined again, begging not to with his eyes. He was being so good, his body was on fire.

“None of that sweetheart. Pull off. You will not come on my cock like that.”

He moaned weekly but did as instructed. Catching his breath and licking his shiny lips.

“Good boy.”

The praise meant little when his price was still in front of him.

“I know, I know, sweetheart. But again that was not what I had planned for you. You understand that, yes?”

Reluctant he nodded, pouting a little. If he had been so good, why didn’t he get what he wanted?

A ping disturbed his train of thought, and he looked up at the screen, confused, his breath catching, a moan dying on his lips.

His Daddy had sent him a picture. A picture of his cock, heavy in the owner's hands, standing in attention, pre-cum dripping from the tip and in a lovely flushed color. He whined for it, that was better than the replica he had enjoyed.

“See,” just now he noticed, that the other was breathing heavily. “You have done very good, for Daddy. So can you be good once more?”

He licked his lips, and tried to blink the fog a little away, “Yes, Daddy, I can.”

“Good, very good, sweetheart. Then move back to your pillows, and spread your legs for me, yes? Show me where you want my cock, the most. And then we can see if I can give you more.”

Another small confirmation from him, and he moved backward, slower now, as his whole body was burning with pleasure, ready to burst. He got comfortable and opened his legs, showing where the blue fabric was already soaked, his hands secure on the gift he had been given.

“Beautiful.”

He preened at the praise, putting his feet on the mattress, and pushing his pelvis forward.

The other’s breath hitched in his ears.

“You think you can take Daddy’s cock, baby boy?”

He nodded eagerly, “Yes, Daddy, yes!”

“Good. Then show me how wet you are. How ready you are to take it.”

His long fingers moved, ready to pull the spoiled panties off, but-

“No, keep them on.”

He bit his lips, and moved, to just pull the fabric away, giving a full view of his dripping center, framed by blue pubic hair - because his Daddy liked when he didn’t shave all off -, flesh swollen with pumping blood and eagerly waiting to be filled.

The first time he heard a moan from the other man, and responded with the same, while he could feel his body spasm.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby boy,” he moved his fingers, to pull himself open, more on display for his Daddy. “So wet for me.”

“Only for you, Daddy.”

He heard a deep slightly desperate groan from the other end.

“Little minx,” he tried to hide a smile,” now show me how ready you are.”

Quickly, his fingers moved, letting loose of the fabric, to press three fingers in. He threw his head back at the feeling, moaning loudly, it was so good to finally be full. He heard curses from the other side.

“Yes, very good. Very fucking good. But show me more, I don’t think it will fit just with that.”

He nodded, both of them ignoring what he was forgetting, both too deep and set a fast pace to fuck himself on his fingers. Rolling his head back, and watching the camera with lazy eyes, while he pressed in and pulled out, moaning freely, letting the sound of the wet movement fill the room.

If he concentrated a little he could hear sounds of the other moving with his trust and didn’t that spur him on. Made his blood bump, and chasing the relief he had been denied.

But again, graciousness was not for him.

“Stop, pull them out.”

He whined in protest. He was so close, so close. Just a little more!

“I said stop, boy.”

He wanted to scream in anger, but pulled out. The word like a whip against his skin. Wet fingers laid against his thigh, his eyes rolled to the camera trying to convert his displeasure.

“None of that. You want to be good, for me, no?”, the harsh words made him lose his fury. He wanted to be good.

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“Accepted. Now get yourself comfortable, and get the lube. I know I have teased you long enough.”

He arranged himself into his pillows, making sure to have his whole body on display, and grabbed the bottle he had already prepared in advance. Without further instructions needed, he slicked up the cock thoughtfully.

“Good, very good. Always such a quick learner. Now, I want you to press it inside slowly, “ protest was on his lips,” slowly. You will not pull a fast one on me, or we end this immediately. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Daddy,” he still pulled his lips to a pout.

“Good,” it sounded final, “Press it in slowly, eyes on me, and show me how good you can take me.”

Giving no further confirmation, he lifted the forgotten cock and moved it to his dripping hole, one hand pulling back the soaked fabric. He locked his eyes with the camera, licking his lips, and then pressed in.

And maybe, yes his Daddy had good reason to tell him to go slow. Because it was a stretch, it was big, it was already making him feel so full. He whined high at the stretch, and stopped for a moment, before going forward.

“Yes, that’s it, baby boy. Doing so good for me,” the praise was helping him to keep going, trying to keep going. “How does it feel?”

“Full. So full, Daddy!”

“Yeah?”

He hiccuped, as he tried to keep his eyes open and pressed more in, still not having taken all.

“Feels so good. It’s so big!”, he pushed a little too hard, and more at once slipped in, making him nearly scream.

“Ye, it feels so good seeing you full, baby boy. You take me so good, nearly there for me. Taking all of me. Being filled so nicely.”

He nodded at the words, still his hand holding the fabric back, but slipped as the cock pressed in that spot for a moment, making him moan loudly, letting his eyes roll back. His body jumped at the feeling, his hand pressing forward harder.

“All in, baby boy.”

He spasmed, he shuddered, he came. A silent scream on his lips, as he constructed around the cock inside him, feeling even more full, slick dripping down. His body shuddered in small aftershocks before going placid.

A thought about the last words of his Daddy zapped through his brain, reminding him of a stupid snarky smirk and colourful eyes, but it was too soon overtaken by the fog of pleasure reached.

Still, he carefully, lolled his head to the side, looking at the camera with a sleepy smile.

“Picture, Daddy? Please?”

After all, he had heard the other slick moves in the background, had heard the low groans, and was sure he had heard a curse in between. Clear signs that his Daddy had come with him over the edge. He wanted to see how he had pleased the other, how good he had been.

“No,” the other took a deep breath, “no, picture, sweetheart.”

He whined pathetically, “Why, Daddy! Not good? Please!”

Truly some synapses must have fried, when he had come, still stuffed full of cock.

“Shshhh, baby boy. You did very well for me. Coming so beautiful, all full of my cock.”

“Yes, full of Daddy,” in agreement, he lifted a hand and put it on his stomach where a small bulge had formed. He looked a little like he was pregnant, and if that didn't make a different zing go through his body.

The other thought seemed to agree because there was a deep intake of breath and a chorus of curses, he couldn’t fully get.

“Yes, so full. But Daddy doesn’t want to come only from seeing you full.”

A confused sound left his lips, and his eyes searched for the camera to look at.

“No, you know what Daddy wants? Daddy wants to come, while you are bouncing on that cock. Taking me so good, while you feel the weight on your chest, pulling with every bounce.”

He moaned weakly at the picture painted in his head.

“Do you want that too, baby boy?”

“Please, yes, Daddy, please,” he nodded his head along. He wanted what Daddy wanted.

“Good, good. So very good for me, sweetheart. Can you get up then? On your knees, carefully? To bounce better on Daddy’s cock. ”

He nodded again, slowly moving as instructed, even going so far as to squeeze around the cock still in him, to keep it inside. Not that it was a hard feed, how big it was and filling him so well. Still, it owed him a deep groan he let wash happily over him.

Nevertheless, it was a whole feat to get his slack body upwards and in position, kneeling on the bed. Sloping a little forward and whimpering at the pull on his nipples.

“Gods, you are being so good.” He preened a little when the words caught his ears.

“Yes, I’m good.”

“Mhmm, so very good for me. Now to be even better, go grab the base, and pull a little out. I want you to have a secure grip on it, while you take it, We don’t want any accidents.”

He moved his hands, pulling as instructed, slick and lube following his path. Expectantly he looked at the camera, with foggy eyes.

“Very good,” a swallow from the other side,” now take it, for me baby boy. Take it and bounce on my cock, like you want.”

He let himself fall, moaning loudly when taking it all again, ignoring the voice of short concern, before he let himself fall backward a little, using his hands to brace himself. Then he started to move, to bounce as he had been told to, with new vigor in his blood.

“Fuck.”

He moaned in response, ignoring how his body was already protesting, from the position, from still being high from his first orgasm. Ignoring how his body clamped around the cock inside him, nearly painfully.

Only concentration on the feeling of being full, of the pull on his nipples, the soft click-click sound, and of hitting that spot inside him again and again, of making his Daddy come.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy”, he chanted with every thrust that filled him.

“Fuck yes, baby boy! Taking me so good!”

Hearing the desperation in the labored breath of the other man, knowing from the soft wet sounds, that we had gotten off to it, getting closer to it, spured him on even more. Using the last reserves of his body, ignoring the burning of his legs, he moved even faster, nearly ramming that cock inside him.

“Yes, Daddy, yes! So full, Daddy,”

“Pull them off.”

He whined confused. No, he didn’t want to pull out.

“Daddy, please no. I’m good,” he bounced hard, letting him be filled completely, “see, good, full.”

“No, sweetheart, fuck, no,” the voice was struggling like him, “Hand on your chest, pull them off.”

Oh, now he understood, and moved, only stumbling a little, before getting where he wanted to be.

He pulled. He screamed in pleasure.

The pain rushing through his blood was louder and he couldn’t hear anything else. His chest was on fire, no his whole body was on fire, burning him down.

“Fuck yes, sweetheart. Do the other for me. So close.”

He switched his hands - an act he should get a reward for when he didn't fall - and did the same again. Screaming again, with fire in his lungs and blood.

“Daddy!”

“Yes, baby boy. So good,“ a deep swallow, „Come for me.”

And he did, a warble of a moan and a scream leaving his lips, as he felt it rush over him. Felt how it made him fly so high, squeeze around the cock still in him, whimpering, spit dripping from his lips, shudder after shudder going through his body, and slick rushing out of him.

He didn’t hear anything more from his Daddy, didn’t care for a moment, just falling forward, all strength leaving him, and shuddering in the afterglow.

“Breath.”

He turned his head and just did so, while his body still spasmed, still dripping out slick.

“Turn for me.”

Unfair, that was so unfair, why was the other still able to do that? He protested with a loud groan into the mattresses.

“Turn for me baby boy, on your back, show me your body.”

Slowly he turned, his whole body felt like mushy cooked noodles, while still tingling all over.

“Good very good. Now pull it out.”

He winged again, he didn’t want to. He liked being full of Daddy.

“I know you like to be full, but it has to get out. Be good and you get a reward.”

That piped his interest up, too slowly - because really he was fucked out and couldn’t really move that much - to grab the base and slowly pull the cock out. Whimpering along the way, as he felt more slick following.

“Yes, yes, you did very well.”

He kept his legs open, the mess on full display. “Reward?”

“Yes, of course, sweetheart,” the sound of a notification followed.

Eagerly emerald eyes looked up at the screen, even if looking upside down. He let out a whimpering moan, his body spasming again. A picture had been sent.

His Daddy’s cock, thick heavy and spent. Cum dripping from it, down to a neatly cut blond bush, and a heavy hand laying next to it on a thick naked thigh.

“Daddy!”, he felt like he wanted to come again.

A chuckle, “Yes, baby boy. You did very well.”

He smiled brightly at the screen, so happy that he had made his Daddy come, feel good. That he has been good.

“Now, do you want your last present?”

He let out a confused sound, more presents? He got more presents!

“Come, move a little and get it, the box it’s next to you.”

Looking to his right he found it, it was a small wonder it hadn’t fallen down, from all the bouncing. Carefully he crawled a little forward and got out the last present, which was oddly shaped. Now not caring, he ripped the black glossy paper open, a chuckle in his ear.

Out fell different things: a small tube, a small card, a soft towel, and a small bottle.

“Daddy?”

“Mhmm. Grab the tube for me,” he did. “Can you read it?” he shook his head just because he could, and also his brain was still not fully functional, “Okay, open it up and I want to put it on your nipples.”

Oh. Oh.

He slowly followed the instructions, blinking rapidly trying to keep his raw emotions in check. His Daddy always took so good care of him.

Gentle he started to rub the thick cream against his abused nipples, closing his eyes, at the soothing cool feeling. It was so good against his warm skin and rapid beating heartbeat.

“Yes, very good, sweetheart.”

The blue-haired man finished the care, and let the tube roll to his side, watching the screen with attention for more instructions.

“The other bottle, you will use to clean yourself with, because I know you can’t take a shower now,” he could heard a satisfied smile in that voice,” and then you will use the card to order yourself some food.”

He was glad that his body was still pumping blood up and down at a more rapid pace, because it helped him to hide his blush. Even when his breath hitched, his heart skipped a beat and he could feel his mask getting dumb.

“Understood, baby boy?”

He whimpered, “Yes, Daddy,” and he meant it with a full heart.