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cw: fem!reader, 18+, phone sex (a little dubcon-y but girlie is into it), daddy kink
Youāre a little hazy when you wake up. Your lashes stick together, and your lids feel so heavy. The sunlight has only just begun to filter through your curtains, and you canāt quite piece together why youāre awake at this hour.Ā
Until you register your phone ringing.
Now, the list of people able to call you through your sleep focus is very short. Jack is right at the top.Ā
You reach for your phone immediately, but your movements are still rather sluggish. Just before the call is about to go to voicemail, you manage to answer.
āJackie?ā you murmur drowsily, āWhatās wrong?ā
You hear a faint shifting at the other end of the line and a sigh of relief.Ā
āGod, itās good to hear your voice, baby.āĀ
Jack sounds a little breathless and more tired than you.Ā
You sit up and brush the fine hairs from your forehead, your brows pulled together in worry.
āYou okay, Jackie? Bad day?ā you ask.
āSomething like that, bun. Just finished my shift. Iām in the parking lot right now,ā he answers. āDid I wake you? You sound sleepy, Iām sorry.ā
āNo, no, itās okay,ā you insist.
Heās quiet for a second, and you hear another rustling sound.
āTell me something, bunny,ā Jack requests. āAnything. What did you dream about?ā
With your bottom lip pulled between your teeth, you hum as you try to remember.Ā
āI donāt know, Jackie,ā you admit, āI think you were there. You usually are. In my dreams, I mean. I think we were at the beachā¦ or at a lake?ā
You pull the blanket up to your arms. Itās still much too early to think about so much, but if Jack asks, you deliver.
āSounds nice,ā he mumbles. His voice is hoarse, almost rough like sandpaper. āKeep going.ā
Something about the way he speaks makes your tummy flutter.Ā
āWell,ā you go on, āThere were birds. Green ones.ā
āMhmā¦ā
āThey kept circling over us. I donāt think I know any green birds.ā
āMe neither.ā
You hear him shift again, and this time there is another sound. Likeā¦ like fabric moving.Ā
Youāre about to question this when Jack suddenly groans.Ā
āKeep talkinā, sweet girl,ā he croaked.
āJackieā¦?āĀ
āPlease. Just talk. Thatās all Iām askinā.ā
His words are followed by a wet, filthy sound.Ā
You immediately feel the pull in your lower tummy as you begin to realise.Ā
āThere- we went swimming,ā you go on, a little shakily now, āand saw fish. A bunch of āem. Little ones, which wereā ā
Jack moans softly, which makes you press your thighs together.Ā
āUmā¦ā As you grow more flustered, it gets harder to speak. āThey were like rainbows, their scales. The sun made them change colours.ā
āUh huh,ā Jack mutters, his voice thin and strangled. āKeep goinā, baby. Just a little longer."
You canāt really focus as you hear the way his hand begins to move faster, slick sounds coming out of the speaker of your phone.Ā
āIā¦ uh, weā¦ weā¦ I donāt remember, Jackie.ā
āCāmon, bunny,ā he encourages, āYou can. Use that pretty little head of yours for me. For Daddy, hm?ā
Liquid heat collects at the base of your spine, and you sneak a hand down between your thighs, only applying pressure for now.Ā YouāreĀ not allowed to touch without him there.Ā
āDaddy, I donāt remember,ā you whine.Ā
āYeah, you do,ā he retorts. āBaby, you do. Cāmon, talk to me. Help out your Daddy.ā
āWe- we sat at the shore,ā you continue. You werenāt even sure if it was true or just desperation making you invent things now. āAnd we saw dragonflies. And you held my hand and told me about your day at work. It wasā¦ it was a good day, I think.ā
āMhm.ā He inhaled sharply, and you heard fabric rustling again. āSo close, bunny. Just a little longer. Daddyās almost done. Oh, fuck.āĀ
You clench around nothing as he curses, all breathy and needy.
āYou.. we just kept sitting and talking. You, um, you kissed my cheek. And then you held me.ā
The last word has barely left your mouth when a godless noise spills from his mouth.Ā
āFuck, bunny, yes. Yes, keep talking with that sweet voice of yours. Please, baby.ā
āDaddy,ā you whimper, your cunt pulsing now. āI donāt remember anything else. Just you and me at the water and the fishies and the dragonflies andāā
Youāre interrupted by the deep, throaty moan that claws itself up from his chest only to fall from his lips like a tidal wave.
āOh, fuck,ā Jack gasps. āYes. Thatās my bunny.ā
Itās quiet for a moment, only his heavy breathing and your needy little gasps as you rock into your hand, your hips moving almost involuntarily.Ā
It always takes Jack a few seconds to catch his breath when he cums like that.
āBunny?ā he murmurs then.Ā
āYeah?ā you whisper.Ā
āGet that hand off your cunt right now. Sheās mine. And Iām coming over right now to take good care of her.ā
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cw: smut, fingering, fauxcest, daddy kink, use of ādad/dyā and other petnames, somno(?), age gap 18+
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your cunt ached like it had been ripped in half, sore from how merciless ben had been when impaling you with his cock, spearing you open like heād die without your warmth wrapped around him. your clit throbbedānot in the pleasant wayāand you were sure your cervix was bruised.
you were pressed against benās firm chest, his meaty arms wrapped around you, circling your body like a cocoon. you could smell his musk through his shirt; it was smokey and deep, mixed with a smidge of sweatāa masculine scent that made your stomach churn with delight, something familiar and comforting.
benās snores were loud as they bounced around the walls in your bedroom, deep gruff noises that came right from the bottom of his lungs. the sight of ben in your room was still bizarreāamericaās big burly ex-golden boy, tucked away under your sheets in your girly little bedroom, filled with books and candles and too many things with frills and sparkles. it was almost humorous the way he stood out amongst your things.
yet, somehow, he fit in perfectly.
you didnāt quite understand how you and ben had come about, but for some reason, you worked. you made sense. you sought comfort, and he gave itāno questions asked. you fall over and scrape your knee? benās there patching you up, drying your tears. ben has an episode, just staring off into space as he relives the horrors of his time held captive in russia? youāre there, slotted into his lap, letting him breathe you in until his heartrate slows back down and the life reenters his eyes.
yin and yangāa soft little thing to his hardened self.
you could hear the slow breaths exhaling from benās lungs as you cuddled into his side. he was deep asleep, dozing carelessly as you twitched against him.
the ache between your legs was growing stronger, a painful dull sensation throbbing inside you. you whimpered, trying to squeeze your eyes shut, like that would make the pain go away.
you felt ben shift.
āmmm, baby?ā
his voice was low and gravelly, riddled with sleepiness; a pleasant sound that would otherwise have you smiling if the aching between your legs wasnāt continuously nagging at you.
āyouāre awake. whyāre you awake?ā ben muttered again, this time pulling you back to meet his gaze. your eyes blinked, and he let out a drowsy sigh, taking in the state of you. āup past your bedtime, babydoll. youāre meant to be sleeping.ā
benās hazy green eyes continued to dart around your face, lingering on your creased brows and trembling pouted lips. his face softened. āwhatās wrong?āĀ
a whimper escaped you, and you shook your head. āhurtsā¦ā you managed to squeak out.
his brows shot up slowly, the drowsiness starting to vacate his features as he studied you, mild concern growing on his face instead. āwhat hurts, baby?ā
āinside.ā
ben blinked, staying quiet for a moment before murmuring softly. āinside?Ā you mean your pussy, baby? your pussy hurts?ā
you nodded.
āoh, sweetheart,ā ben sighed, slipping his hands under your arms and pulling you up against him more. he sat up against the plethora of pillows adorning your headboard and tucked your head into his neck, stroking your hair in a way that seemed unusually soft coming from him. āmāsorry, baby. i didnāt mean to hurt you, you know that.ā
quiet little noises made their way up your throat and into his neck. āi knowā¦ā
āyeah? course you do. youāre my smart girl, huh?ā ben agreed, his voice verging on mocking. he pressed a gentle kiss to your hairline, letting his thick fingers tangle in your locks. āsāit just your pussy, or your tummy too?ā
ājust myā¦ā you trailed off. your voice was meek, filled with embarrassment and shame, as if youād done something wrong.
ben caught on quick.
ājust your pretty pussy? thatās okay, honey,ā he said softly. āmāsorry i hurt you, kiddo. shouldāve been more careful with my special girl, yeah? youāre just a little thing, all fragile and delicate. i forget youāre breakable, baby. you arenāt like me.ā
ben felt you nod into his neck, and his heartbeat slowed right down.Ā there you were. even in pain, you were nothing short of a sweetheartāhis good little girl, so agreeable, so sweet, just submitting to his words in exchange for his comfort and care. he couldnāt help but grin.
āsilly daddy, huh? i was bad to youā¦ took you too rough, didnāt i? fucked that tight little cunt too hard?ā he muttered, letting his words soak into the air. he felt you lapping them up, letting them absorb into your tired brain, just the way he intended them to. āmaybe i should say sorry to her. make her see how bad i feel for beinā mean. do you think sheād like that, sweetheart? dad telling your pussy heās sorry?ā
your insides clenched. you knew anything ben was planning to do was going to end in tears andĀ even more overstimulation, but at the same time, you felt your head spinning and your cunt preemptively spewing out slick in preparation.
ben tugged your head back, gripping the hair at your nape to make you meet his eyes. āwords, bub.ā
his hand darted down past the waistband of your sleep shorts, forcing its way into your underwear as he waited for you to respond. you winced as his fingers found your bud.
ben chuckled, āoh, so weāre just noises right now? not using your big girl words fāme?ā
he rubbed slowly at your clit, setting alight the nerves that sent waves of pleasure up your spine. ben watched your face change; what was once scrunched up in agony had now softened into parted lips and hazy eyes.
āyeah, thatās it. daddyās making it all feel better, huh? couldāve just said you wanted dad, angel. if only you used your brain, you dopey little thing.ā
he huffed in delight when a whimper fell from your lips. he circled your nerves, feeling your thighs clamp tight around his hand and your cunt muscles pushing back against the light friction he was creating under his fingertips.
āmhm, can feel her waking up, baby. can yāfeel your pretty pussy sayinā hi to dad?ā he chuckled, all breathy and mocking.
your hips began to roll themselves against his hand, searching for pleasure in the quiet moment between the two of you. his fingers slipped up and down your slick folds, giving you exactly what your body was asking for.
a quiet moan ripped its way out of your mouth, the sound kissing benās neck and bouncing up into his ear. he smiled at that. āuh huh, there you are. feeling better already, arenāt ya, kiddo?ā
the nod you gave him was involuntary; your body moving on its own again.
āstill hurts?ā he asked, his tone still soft but now laced with a speck of sincerityāsomething rare for ben in moments of intimacy.
your throat bobbed as you swallowed down another moan, and you nodded. āmhm, a littleā¦ more my insides, though.ā
āyeah, babydoll? inside your pretty cunt? maybe daddy should have a feel around?ā
ben grinned at the muffled whine you let out into his neck, the sound pathetic and unsure. he slipped his hand further down between your legs, the pads of his fingers finding your slick opening.
you tensedāyour body warning youāas you felt him brush past the sensitive nerves that circle your entrance.
ben chuckled. ācāmon, baby. daddy knows what heās doing here. sānot his first rodeo.ā
the stretch of his two middle fingers was unimaginably good, but you were still indescribably tender. your walls fluttered around them, delivering small kisses to his slick-covered skin.
āsee? sheās awake. sheās fine, angel. sheās givinā dad a squeeze too. welcoming me home.ā
ben stroked along your walls, the contact forcing your hips to jerk forward and a whine to shoot out of your lungs.
ādaddyāā you cried out into his neck.
his fingers scooped deeper into you, curling up into that sweet spot that was stillĀ oh-so-sensitive.
āyouāre alright, sweetheart. daddyās got it. māgonna make the pain go away. just relax, kid.ā
the pressure was overwhelmingāsore, butĀ so so soĀ satisfying, like pressing into a bruise. your muscles spasmed, and your legs clamped tight around his hand again.
āi said relax.ā
benās other hand tugged your thighs back open, and he resumed his ministrations inside your cunt, brushing his fingers against your gooey walls.
you squeaked. and whined. and groaned.
but that didnāt stop ben. he could see the pain mixing around with the pleasure on your face. what a sweet little doll. his good girl.
ātakinā it so good, baby. feels good, doesnāt it? better than the ache daddy left in here, huh? heās sorry about that, honey, he really is,ā he cooed into your ear, then placed a kiss on your forehead.
your orgasm was forceful, ripping out of your cunt with determination that left you utterly breathless in his arms. benās motions inside you didnāt cease until you finished squirming in his lapāgushing and covering his fingers with your release, gasping into his neck like your breath was being held hostage in your lungs.
āohhhh, thatās it, babygirl. i knew exactly what this lilā pussy needed, didnāt i?ā he huffed out a rough laugh into your hair and kissed your head again. he kept up his strokes along your sticky walls, slowing them down until his fingers laid dormant inside you.
the throbbing returned as he stilled, the feeling spreading through your overworked core muscles. they squeezed tightly around his fingers, and you groaned quietly.
āsuch a good girl fāme,ā ben murmured. āthink daddy can put you back to bed now?ā
you shook your head into his neck quickly, letting out a quiet noise. ānoā¦ please. i needāā
āno? oh, so weāre being greedy tonight? already fucked you stupid before, doll, and now you want another orgasm?ā ben mused. āyouāre a greedy girl.ā
āplease,ā was all you could muster up. āstill hurts.ā
āmhm,Ā sureĀ it does, puppy. but i guess i owe you for hurting your pretty insides, huh?ā
ben curled his fingers back up into that spongey spot, starting up his motions inside you once more. a wave of pleasure crashed over you again, wringing out the aching sensation and now replacing it with a warmth in your core.
your hips rolled against his fingers, helping them press harder into your gspot, forcing electrical currents to shoot up your nerves and explode like fireworks in your brain. the pain simmered out once more as ben began pulling another orgasm from you.
your soft delicate noises in his neck had him grinning from ear to ear. you were maddening, just a silly little girl in his arms, wailing softly at his thick fingers digging into you and dulling away the ache that his monster cock had brutally drilled into you.
āmmm, baby. youāre so soft fāme, arenāt you? māso proud of you, takinā all of this so well,ā he stated in a gentle whisper.
ben was being unusually soft. the combination of his quiet murmurings and free hand rubbing along your spine had you lulled into a fuzzy headspace.
āi could eat you up, darlinā, i really could. youāre my good girl.ā he felt you nod into his neck in agreement with his words, and he huffed, amused, āyeah, you are.ā
ben continued stuffing your pretty cunt with his fingers, now focused on brushing your clit with the heel of his palm too. good submissive girls get extra special care, or at least ben thought so.
within a few minutes heād pulled another orgasm from you, smirking to himself triumphantly as you twitched in his arms, breathlessly whining at the feeling between your legs.
āuh huh, that was a good one, wasnāt it?ā ben hummed. āwhy donāt you just close your eyes, pumpkin? dadās got you. you just try to sleep, alright? daddyās not going anywhere.ā
your eyes fluttering closed was instantaneous. ben loved itāhow quick you were to always follow his orders, whether you wanted to or not.
āatta girl,ā he cooed. he placed another gentle kiss on your forehead and whispered into your hairline, āi got ya, baby. just keep your eyes shut.ā
benās fingers dug into you at a steady pace, keeping up a constant stream of pleasure inside your core. his other hand continued to rub up and down your back, holding you tight against his torso, soothing you while you tried to relax.
a few minutes passed, and ben could already feel your body weight pressing into him, accompanied by your slow deep breaths against his neck; you were already falling asleep.
ben hummed in amusementāyou were his sweet dozey little thing. he didnāt let his fingering falter for a moment, but instead continued the curling motions as he felt you finally melt into him fully. he smiled to himself, resting his lips against your head. āthatās my good girl. youāre so fuckinā sweetā¦ and too fuckinā good fāme.ā
fig yaps: *gulps nervously* was this too much?? LMFAOOO idc daddy soldier is so fun to write bye this is for the daddy issues girlies and if it aināt you i donāt wanna hear it š¤š¼ <3
These are so jack or Robby x reader coded. The entire acc is as well but mostly these
Car sex
Big dick Robby or jack
I need someone to write this, I write okay. But not this good. Some of the people who I think match this freak are: @j4ckr4bbits @robinavitchslut @robinavitchgf @pinkandblueblurbs @rienxangl and a so many more!!!
Jack Abbotās got one hand on the steering wheel, and the other is two fingers deep in your pussy as you claw desperately at his muscly arm for support. Neon reds, greens, and yellows cast themselves across your faces as you move through the busy downtown Pittsburgh traffic on a Saturday night. If they wanted to, the drivers on the right of you could definitely see whatās going on behind the windows of Jackās truck. He looks sooo handsome tonight in a dark, tight fitted tee with jeans and boots - black Rolex on his left wrist. Youāre coming from a double dinner date with Robby and an obstetrician heās been seeing.
Your legs are spread wide, unashamedly slick with your juices as he fucks his fingers up into you. Your hairās falling in your face, your brows are screwed up in pleasure as you whine and whimper. Your cheeks are pink and flushed, chest rising and falling rapidly.
āJesus, baby, youāre soakinā the passenger seat. Fuck,ā he growls.
āOh Jack, please donāt stop! Gonna make me cum, daddy,ā you sob. Your legs shake as you further drench the seat, nails digging into his arm.
āAw there you go, fuck. Look at you, jusā fuckinā soaking my fingers, honey. Yeah you are,ā he cooes while pumping them in and out of you, eyes glossy as he goes back and forth between your weepy cunt clenching his thick digits, and the flow of traffic in front of him. āYeah you areee, such a good girl. Fuck me, need to get you home.ā You collapse breathlessly against his bicep, clutching for dear life as you come down from your high. āI got you, there you go angel. Daddyās got you. Daddyās got you, always. When we get home Iām gonna take care of you proper, baby,ā he whispers into your hair as he presses a tender kiss to your head.
