soft, angry grunts were leaving roy’s mouth continuously. he was on top of you, legs entangled, grinding against you like a bitch in heat. “i said i was sorry.” roy gritted out, his hands on the sides of your midriff. “don’t do this to me.” he added.
you were angry with roy. why? you had asked him time and time again to get the proper rest that he needed, that he didn’t have to tire himself out for every god forsaken game they played. of course, the stubborn bastard did not listen to you. disregarded your pleas like it was just another regular day.
leaving roy pent up was easy. any suggestive comment and he was already thinking of ways he could take you. so that’s exactly what you did—in return for your worries, you left roy sexually frustrated.
“..babe.” he grunted, his facial expression a scowl as he tried to catch your gaze. “ey. i’ll do better.” he muttered. “swear i will.” his voice was now almost pleading, begging for your attention.
roy shifted his hips up, grinding his clothed cock against your own. the feeling pulled a gasp out of his mouth, his forehead dropping to rest on your collarbone. “..please.” his voice was strained, raspy, quiet.
“apologize. properly.” you grumble out, moving a hand to roy’s shoulder. of course, he groans, clearly dissatisfied. but he pushed it down, his focus now on pleasing you just enough so you would pay attention to him.
“m’sorry. a’right? i seriously am.” he said, looking up at you with pleading eyes. he would deny it to his last breath if you called it out. “say you’ll listen to me.”
roy’s head fell back to your collarbone. “i’ll listen to ya. promise.” he said as he grinded his hips up, shaky sigh following suit.
“if you cum like this, i’ll forgive you.”
your words make roy pause. he thinks about it for a moment before grunting, laying his whole weight on you, relaxing. “fuckin’ hell.” his tone was rough as he ground his cock harder against yours, burying his face in the crook of your neck. his hands slipped up to grasp your shoulders, holding himself steady as he found a rhythm and position to frot against you.
not even a minute later, roy was mouthing desperately at your neck, soft, low groans continuously leaving his lips, hips stuttering yet trying to keep the rhythm proper.
you were turned on beyond belief, though you stayed quiet, wanted to egg roy on, make him needy and pathetic. your facade broke with a single word. “slut.”
of course, you were addressing him and he knew that. roy groaned louder, his thighs spreading wider, foot rubbing subconsciously against your calf. his frotting was now broken, sloppy, mouth parted as he breathed through it, his hands tightly gripping your shirt. “m’gunna—fffuck. fuck fuck fuck—” he buried himself deeper in the crook of your neck, as if seeking some sort of comfort. it was cute, yes, but not what you were going for.
eventually, roy came in his pants, cock twitching just from feeling your bulge against his. “i jus’.. ah fuck.”
SYNOPSIS: taking eric’s mind off of things to help him sleep.
CHARACTER: male reader x eric daniels
NOTE: ...idk
kinktober masterlist .
WC: 0,6k
WARNING: belly bulge,, breeding kink,, size difference,, reader has a big cock,, praise,, soft sex,, more fluff than anything tbh,,
“o—oh shit..” eric breathed meekly, his eyes fluttering as you pushed your cock head inside. “tell me if it hurts, alright? i’ll stop.” you murmur, your hands rubbing soothing circles into the skin of his abdomen.
“…s’alright.” he managed, his own hands fisting into the sheets, back arching up slightly. his voice might’ve cracked on the end of the word, but who were you to judge? that’s not your focus right now, your boyfriend is.
eric feebly keens, gritting his teeth as you slowly inch your hips forward, your cock sliding in deeper. yes, eric was prepped. was it enough? no. your fingers were big, but it certainly didn’t amount to the size of your cock. even if you had done this multiple times, you’re huge in every way, shape and form in comparison to eric.
“you’re doing so good, baby.” you whisper tenderly, leaning down to press a soft, chaste kiss to his forehead. eric subconsciously chases the touch, eyes closing and lips parting in a tiny gasp as his hand blindly reaches out to grab you. you’re quick to intertwine your fingers with his, thumb rubbing against his. “yea, i’m here. right here, not going anywhere.”
“i should’ve—been sleeping on the couch.” eric breathed, shifting on the bed a bit as he clenched around you. that action earned a small hiss from you, yet you stayed where you were. you mutter a curse word under your breath before you answer. “..don’t speak nonsense, eric. you’re my boyfriend.”
“you can’t get a full night’s sleep because of me.”
“you’re..” you pause mid sentence, pushing your cock about two thirds of the way in. “..more important than sleep. your health is more important than sleep. i’ll be just fine. and don’t you even dare apologize.”
“mgghh.. mmm.” eric’s lips purse in a pout as he leaned his head back into the pillow, clenching even more around you as he tried to get used to the intrusion.
finally, after a minute or so, you started moving, keeping your pace gentle. making love and fucking were two different things.
“breathe, eric. it’s okay.” you soothed him, continuously pressing slow, gentle kisses all over his face. as if on cue, eric’s breath stammered, eyebrows knitted together. “you’re here with me, no one else. it’s just me.”
your soft reassurance makes eric stay focused on you, which is what you wanted, needed, actually. yeah he was floaty, but in a good way this time.
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“a—ah,, fuck.” eric spluttered, his thighs trembling as he did his best to keep them open, keep them spread just as you requested at the very start. your hand was still holding his to show pure, unfiltered affection. however, your other hand was on eric’s lower abdomen, where a bulge kept popping up whenever you thrusted in.
“you’re gorgeous, baby. so perfect.” the sight would’ve made your knees buckle had you been standing, but instead, it sent a strange need to take care of him.
your pace had picked up to a steady one, one you could maintain and one that didn’t utterly overwhelm eric—you knew how easy that could be.
your lips trailed down his scarred torso slowly, reverently, as if you were trying to memorize every ridge and bump. “..you feel so good. look even better. i love seeing you so pliant and relaxed.” you mention softly as eric’s own free hand settled over yours on his abdomen.
once he started to feel the bulge under his palm, breathy moans left his mouth. he had never noticed that before. he has felt how big you were, of course, but he never.. expected you to be so deep inside him. he clenched around you at the realization, hips stuttering subconsciously.
this type of soft, gentle sex always made eric sleepy. but that was the whole point. to get him to sleep.
WARNING: edging,, outdoor sex,, light overstimulation,, idk what else
“d—don’t stop.” daryl rasped out, his breath catching in his throat. “sss-son of a bitch.”
his eyes were shut tight, head tipped back, long bangs framing his face just perfectly. “not planning to.” you respond amusedly, your hand continuing to pump his cock quickly.
getting daryl off wasn’t exactly easy. he was stoic, in every way, shape and form. that didn’t deter you—difficult didn’t mean impossible. you would never give up on something, let alone on someone. daryl was that someone.
the place you two were having sex? just.. out in the open. in the forest, next to the campfire you had lit. daryl took you with him on a supply run, nothing unusual. but this, at least with him, was.
he bucked his hips up into your hand time and time again, practically fucking your fist with stuttery thrusts, hands holding onto the grass underneath him. he was still clothed, just pants pulled down low enough for you to jerk him off.
it was to be expected, but daryl was quiet. silence was his second nature, he couldn’t help it. the groans that left his mouth were audible, yes, though barely. even the crickets were louder than him. it didn’t mean he wasn’t enjoying himself though. daryl was watching you through narrowed eyes, lips parted. pretty sight nonetheless. “m’gunna—damn it.. mh— mm’gunna cum.” he rasped, voice low.
when you felt his hips buck up more frantically, more brokenly, you slid your hand to the base of his cock and just.. stopped. a little gasp left daryl’s mouth as he stared at you as if he was offended. “..why-” he inhaled deeply as he set his hips back down. “-would you do that.” his words weren’t even a question, more so of a demand.
“oops..” you muse, your hand starting to pump his cock again.
daryl mustered the best disgruntled look he could. his thighs tensed as he leaned his head back with a soft-ish moan. his eyes were shut in bliss at the stimulation, his chest rising an falling more rapidly than before, but still fairly slow.
you repeated it countless more times. daryl was getting.. whiny? oh wow.
“d—damn it,” he paused before he rasped your name. “s’too- too much..—lemme cum.. shit—!”
daryl has never looked prettier in your eyes. here he was, your hand on his cock, edging him time and time again, practically moaning your name as his hips bucked frantically, wildly.
his hoarse, low voice kept filling the silence, getting progressively louder as you jerked him off.
“ssshit!shitshitshit.. goddamn it—” daryl croaked out, a small whimper leaving his lips despite himself. now that was an ethereal sound. holy shit. “a-aah..”
he was close. too close.
you pulled your hand away. it took daryl a moment to process what had happened, but once he did, he groaned loudly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “don’t—fuckin’ play w’ me. jus’—c’mon..” he urged you, breath stuttering audibly as your digits wrapped around his sensitive, leaking cock again.
“okay, okay.” you replied with a light laugh, twisting your wrist just right as you pumped his cock. it didn’t even take long for daryl to near his orgasm for the nth time.
“yea—yea, fuck.. fuckfuckfuck—” he slurred, now practically fucking into your fist. you pushed him over the edge with faster pumps, your fingers wrapped tighter around him. his cum spilled out, streaking down and onto your hand. he had to bite back a full moan because of how good it felt to finally get the release he was chasing for so long.
