Friday Night Funkin Daddy Dearest Novels & Stories

My stepfather. The texts flooded the screen in rapid succession, each one more furious than the last. *Lush, answer your phone right now. What the hell is this on the news? Tell me this isn’t you. Are you sleeping with Alexander? In his office? He is my best friend, you ungrateful little brat. You have ruined this family. Answer me!*

Four faces turned toward me with the same expression the specific look of children encountering an adult who has just said something too good to be immediately trusted. “All of it?” Loveth said carefully. “All of it,” I confirmed. “Aquarium, jellyfish, amusement park, the upside-down ride, ice cream first because Dean is right about that one, and the spinning thing at the park at the end. All of it. One day. Starting now.” Freddy stared at me for exactly one second before turning to his siblings with the energy of someone who had just won something enormous. “I told you daddy was the best one.”

I thought Dad was finally going to grieve for me. I thought he would rush over and hold me tight. Excited, I drifted to his side, wanting to nuzzle his arm like a kitten. But what happened next plunged me right back into an icy abyss. After taking a deep breath, Dad screamed at my corpse with all his might, "You little brat! What kind of sick game are you playing up there? Get down here right now!" My body just swayed gently in the freezing wind, unable to respond.

“You’ve got the two strongest people in the pack watching over you. No one’s touching you.” Freddy’s eyes fluttered closed, soothed by Darius’s tone. “I never had a real dad,” he murmured, barely audible. My heart clenched. Darius’s eyes met mine over Freddy’s head. Something raw flickered there shock, emotion, hope. “Maybe I could be” Darius said softly. Freddy let out a tiny yawn and shifted closer to him. “Good,” he mumbled sleepily. “Night, mum. Night, dad.”

Stefano ruffled their hairs. "Wow.. Disneyland.. Love you so much Dad..you are the best Daddy ."Adrienna shrieked more than her brother and again hugged her father. "Daddy loves you three thousand.."He said. "Don't copy Iron Man Dad.Your action is bad.."the boy made a face. "Ohh so Daddy's acting is bad haa..."he started tickling his son who rolled on bed laughing hard. Destiny watched them from the door with moist eyes.She felt blessed to have them both in her life who loved her dearly like anything.

“Yesssss, Jack Yesssss, Franny moaned throatily as my tongue attacked her aroused clit. “Eat me, daddy...Eeeeeeeeat me,” Franny growled in a husky demonic sort of tone. My dick oozed a huge strand of precum when she called me daddy. I shoved two fingers up into her gash and sucked intensely on her clit as she arched her ass off the couch.

All Yours Daddy. “Oh my goodness… Devine…. ARHHHH YES!! Give it to me Daddy!! Give it to me.” Nuella moaned breathlessly not realizing how hard she was grinding against his face until he finally let out a low groan, attesting to how much he loved her action.

“Daddy was boring today. He didn’t answer.” Sebastian didn’t respond right away. He glanced briefly to the side of the screen, then back at Poppy. “Your dad is working.” “Yeah. That’s what makes him boring.” I took a sip of tea that was no longer hot. Then Poppy, because apparently God sometimes sits back and says let’s see how far this woman can be pushed, added with perfect clarity, “Handsome Uncle is more fun than Daddy.” The room stopped. I set my glass down too carefully.

Vance Celeste was falling apart in my arms. Dean and July were having a forbidden affair, but what I was doing is far worse. I was thinking of my best friend’s daughter in ways I shouldn’t. The worst part of it, she calls me Daddy and it makes my dick so hard. If Dean knew she called me that, he’d kill me. I never had a thing for daddy kink. Hell, I never even thought of Celeste calling me that. Until one night, she did and I loved it. The thought has me wanting to take her to bed and I’m not talking about going to sleep. I want to tear her clothes off and rip her little panties off with my teeth.

“Fuck. Say it again.” “Daddy, please—” “That’s my girl.” He shoved her skirt up to her waist, fingers ripping her panties aside. Two thick fingers plunged into her without warning, curling perfectly, stroking that spot that made her see stars. She was soaking wet and dripping down his hand as he pumped in slowly and deliberately, watching her face. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice dark velvet. “So wet for Daddy. This pretty little pussy has been waiting for me, hasn’t it?”