sometimes Daddy [nsfw]

[moondust mochi]

Sometimes, my Daddy is a robot. 

All mechanical gears, and cool metal fingers parting my thighs, gripping into the flesh like steel bites into butter. 

She remembers each spot on my body that sets me on fire, and maps them with some internal processing that I’m not meant to understand as my spine arches into the overwhelming agony of expertly administrated pleasure. 

I feel like I’m made of exquisite, hand blown glass as my fingers slide along the prison of skin, seemingly hiding the wires within, like I am brushing fingers with something I shouldn’t be able to touch. 

 

Sometimes, my Daddy speaks in Gaelic. 

The lilt and rumble of Her accented voice sends shivers down my spine, toes curling in socks as Her words drop from lips to the shell of my ear. 

The way Her eyes roll back into Her head as She laughs, just as overwhelmed as I am from the sensations She is invoking in me, sets my heart on fire with a steady beating bagpipe and drum. 

I want to stay curled into Her side forever, watching the way She rises and meanders around a room with casual hands in pockets, as if She doesn’t make me drip from simply existing.

Sometimes, my Daddy is a vampire. 

The room bathed in low candle light, nothing but the taste of wine on Her lips as we kiss for longer than I ever have before, breathless and moaning, unable to keep our hands off each other. 

Her voice is thick with emotion whenever She speaks, whether it’s to tell me how beautiful I look beneath Her or to express how She'd go to war to keep me this soft. 

Her fingers knot in my hair from behind, lips and teeth brushing goosebump flesh before drinking from the cup of my essence until I am panting. 

 

Sometimes, my Daddy is a dark winged academic. 

A white collared shirt, and plain black pants compliment the easy, thin smile on Her lips as She brushes the hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. 

She is always awake before me, tidying our living space and making a cup of tea for when I awaken. 

She orders me to strip and lay on the bed while She sits on the couch, bemused and hungry. 

Every move She makes is a power move, and I am enraptured Her glow. 

 

Sometimes, my Daddy is a chameleon, constantly changing Her skin. 

The one constant that I never have to doubt, however, is that She is always *my Daddy.*

Edited May 24, 2021 by Sparrow