#i know it isnt easy for everyone so plz enjoy this smut

[writing-good-vibes]

you can be my daddy

plz accept this belated father's day fic because I am shameless. chucky x f!reader. WARNING for fathers day mention (i know it can be difficult for some), smut, daddy kink, breeding kink, brief mention of pregnancy.

“Happy Father’s Day!”

“Oh jeez, you're not knocked up, are you?”

You laugh, handing him a card, “No, luckily you're not an actual father.”

He takes the card, ripping open the envelope with the same ambivalence he used for the rent notice and utility bills.

*

You spotted the card as you were heading to the checkout at the grocery store. A few cards left on the display for the kids who had better things to do than congratulate their fathers on doing the bare minimum for them.

But this holiday was too funny to pass up. There was a limited selection left, but you picked out an appropriate card (or would this technically be considered inappropriate?) and made your way to the checkout to pay, trying not to laugh as the cashier scanned the card and then the six pack of beers you were also buying, saying, “Last minute present? It doesn’t half creep up on you when you're busy doesn’t it, Father’s Day?”

“Oh yeah,” you replied, casually, “It really does.”

*

Chucky sits for a second, looking at the card in his hands. ‘No. 1 Daddy’. A look you couldn’t quite identify crossed his face; confused, amused, distant.

Then he opens the card:

‘Daddy,

Happy Father’s Day!

Thanks for having a big dick and making me cum

Love, your girl x’

He let out a shaking breath even though you could tell he was trying to play it cool. Another look, one you knew all too well, crossed his face; desire, lust and still just a hint of amusement.

“Well,” he began, standing up and propping the card on top of the TV set, “Isn’t this a thoughtful gift.”

You smirked, wandering across the living room and towards your bedroom. As had become your tradition, any gift you gave him had a much more enjoyable follow-up. “And that’s not all,” you promised, eyeing him up as he followed you.

In an instant he had you in his arms, falling back onto the bed and bringing you with him. You straddled his hips, grinding playfully in his lap as his hands grabbed at your clothes. Your top was pulled over your head, his fingers making short work of your bra too.

You were hardly graceful, but you shimmied out of your jeans and panties, while Chucky sat up against the head board, undoing his shirt and pulling his pants down before pulling you back onto his lap as soon as you were undressed.

Sinking down onto him, you cried out.

In all fairness, you knew exactly what you were doing buying that card. It was to rile Chuck up; he liked when you called him daddy, he liked referring to himself that way when you were needy and begging for it. And, as much as he’d never admit it was anything more than a residual primal instinct, he got off on making you his. On you needing him so much you cried.

“That’s it, cum all over daddy’s cock like a good girl,” he whispered, lips grazing beneath your ear. His breaths were ragged and short as you kept working yourself over his dick, desperate for release.

Moaning, a high, hungry sound, you came hard, hips rocking and pressing down as hard as you could trying to chase the feeling before it dissipated. Tears wet your cheeks, tracking salty paths down your neck and chest, before Chucky licked them away.

Even after you came, Chuck didn’t let up, always wanting to push you and push you until you couldn’t take it anymore. Until you were begging him to finish just to stop the overstimulation.

“If you’re good I’ll fill you up, fill you so full of cum you really will get knocked up,” he flipped you over, his dick almost slipping out of your wetness before he righted himself, adjusting his pace for the new position. “So be a good girl for daddy and lie back and take it.”

And you did, his thrusts rocking your pliant body rhythmically. His thumb found your clit, rubbing in circles that were too much yet not enough.

“Please,” you muttered, barely able to string anything more coherent together, “Chucky, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please,” you clenched around him, not feeling strong enough to handle the second orgasm you could feel coiling in your core, “please, just cum in me.”

He groaned, “Oh, baby.”

A few more thrusts and you felt him release, shaking hands fumbling inelegantly over you, bringing you over the edge with him.

“Fuck,” you breathed, “I love you.”

Chucky didn’t say anything, pulling out of you.

You were about to protest, wanting him to stay for a while, especially after all his talk of keeping you full, but then you saw the look in his eye.

He was watching as the slickness, both yours and his, leaked out of you. You squirmed a little in embarrassment, his watchful eyes flickered from the mess between your thighs to your face.

His lip quirked up into a smirk, and before you could brace yourself, he rolled you over, laying down behind you and lined himself back up, catching anymore cum before it could drip from you.

Letting out a content sigh, you relaxed into his embrace, thankful for corporate card companies and primal kinks and birth control.