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cw/// fem!reader, daddy kink, breeding kink, light gore in the beginning

after waking up from a nightmare, rob finds a way to comfort you.

words: 6k

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You can feel the way the ground rumbles beneath your feet. The jungle is humid, suffocatingly so, the hot, thick air clinging to you like a second skin. It’s hard to breathe in it, both from the hot air engulfing you and the way your heart pounds in your chest. 

The dinosaurs roar is loud and terrifying, the kind of thing you’d only ever heard in movies growing up, except they couldn’t have come close to what you were experiencing now. It was earth shattering, loud enough to burst your eardrums. 

Rob’s grip is tight around your arm. “We have to go—come on!” He pulls you away with a jerk hard enough to pull your arm from the socket. You aren’t used to him being so rough with you and a sharp cry is pulled from your lips. 

“I know, I’m sorry,” it’s a quick apology, a low rumble in his chest as he pulls you along behind him. There was no time for the sweet Rob you’d become so fond of. 

The dinosaur's footsteps were getting louder, approaching the two of you faster than your legs could carry you away. You could feel the dread building in your chest. 

You weren’t going to make it. 

You weren’t going to make it. 

You weren’t going to—

Rob cried out suddenly, your head whipping around just in time to see the dinosaur's jaws tearing into his flesh. It had managed to round the corner in the time you had spent in your head. 

Your heart dropped, a wave of nausea more intense than you’d ever felt overcoming you. That was your Rob—yours, the one you’d slowly started to fall for throughout the entirety of the expedition, the one who sat with you by the fire when no one else would and talked to you for hours, the one who stole kisses from you when he thought no one else was looking and climbed into your tent when everyone else had fallen asleep. 

Your Rob. And now he was…

You woke with a choked sob, your body jerking awake so violently that your head knocked against the headboard. It was pitch black in the room and you were unable to make anything out through your tear stained vision, but you could feel the slight dip in the bed beside you where Rob was sleeping. 

You could barely catch your breath to get a look at him. Anxiety overtook your mind and body, trembling as you forced yourself into a sitting position, sobs unabashed and loud. 

Rob was still asleep beside you, his green tank top clinging to his body, but you could barely make out the way he twitched at the sound of your cries. 

“Rob,” you hiccuped, shaking him roughly, your hands pawing at whatever bare skin you could find. “Rob—daddy, wake up. Please.” 

His eyes cracked open with a soft groan, blinking slowly. It didn’t take long for him to register that something was wrong, bolting up as soon as he realized you were crying. 

His arms wrapped around you without a second thought. “Hey—princess, what’s wrong? Why are you crying, baby?” 

You sob louder at the sound of his voice. “Daddy—daddy,” you continue to cry, unable to do anything except feel the intense relief washing over you in his presence. 

Rob hugs you tighter, pressing kiss after kiss on the side of your head, his rough beard tickling your temples. “Sweetheart, tell me what’s wrong. Did you have a nightmare?” 

You nod shakily. “Y-Y-Yeah,” you hiccup. Your arms are like a vice around his waist. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asks gently, pushing some of the hair out of your face and tilting your head back. Your eyes have adjusted to the dark now and you can make out the light blue of his eyes. 

It’s hard to speak through your violent hiccuping, sobs overtaking your voice no matter how hard you try. “Y-Y-You—You—“

“Hey, shh, shh, shh,” Rob murmurs when he realizes how choked up you were. “Hold on—breathe for me first, baby, you’re gonna make yourself sick like this. Come on, in and out—slow breaths.” 

He makes a show of breathing steadily, wordless asking you to follow behind him, using the feeling of his chest rising and falling as a guide. It grounds you easily, along with the familiar and comforting smell of him surrounding you, his voice grumbling in your ear. 

Your heart rate drops and your gasping sobs have turned into little sniffles. “M’okay now. I can breathe,” you whisper. 

“Good girl,” Rob coos. “You think you can tell me what happened now?” 

You nod softly. “Yeah—it…the dinosaur,” your words are almost too quiet to hear, “i-it was chasing us, and then it—it g-got you and—“ a sob bubbles up in your throat at the horrible memory, the smell of blood and the sight of agony etched onto Robs face. It was enough to make your heart rate accelerate again. 

“Okay, okay—“ Rob interrupts you as soon as he realizes you’re getting worked up again. He rocks you back and forth slowly in his arms. “That’s enough, you don’t have to keep going. It’s not real, baby, I’m right here.” 

“But—it is real,” you can’t help but to remind him even though you know you’re being petulant. “The dinosaur…” 

He can only sigh. “Yeah, I know, baby. I know. But I’m still here, aren’t I? We both are.” 

“It almost got you,” you whisper, remembering just how close Rob had come to death that night. If you hadn’t pushed him out of the way—

“It did,” he doesn’t bother to argue, “I know it did. But you can’t spend your time focusing on that, alright? I’m here now with you.” 

Your chest is still heaving. “I-I know. I’m—I’m sorry I-I woke you.” 

Rob shushes you immediately. “Don’t be sorry, princess. Don’t ever apologize for waking me. Daddy’s here, okay? I’m right here.” He’s still rocking you back and forth, soothing you with gentle hums and soft kisses. He doesn’t want you for a second to imagine a world without him. 

“I have nightmares too,” he says after a moment and you look up at him with teary eyes. 

“Y’do?” you ask. He never talks about it and you’ve never seen him so much as twitch in his sleep. You almost thought he’d forgotten about it completely. 

He nods, giving you a kiss on the forehead. “Yeah, ‘course I do. Jus’ don’t want ta bother you with it, y’know?” 

That makes your brows furrow. You hit him lightly on the chest. “No! I don’t know. You should tell me these things…we’re supposed to be in this together.” 

“Ow—“ he grabs your wrists playfully, “brat, don’t hit me.” A big huff escapes his lips. “Yeah, I know, and we are, but you got enough on your plate already without having to worry ‘bout me.” 

You give him a pointed look, one that probably doesn’t have much of an affect with the tears swimming in your eyes. “You’re not the only one who can take care of someone…”

Rob softens at that. “I know, baby.” He tucks some of your hair behind your ear. “Y’r sweet. Thank you.”

You sniffle a bit, still looking up at him through your lashes, your gentle expression making his stomach churn. 

“C’mere—let me kiss you,” he murmurs, taking you by the chin and pulling your mouth towards his. 

You whine softly against his lips, leaning into the feeling of his rough beard scratching against your chin. His arms are tight against you, pulling you into the hard planes of his chest as his mouth moves against yours. 

His lips are never soft, cracked and hard beneath yours, something that should have by all means been uncomfortable, but with him it made your belly twist with heat. 

“Mmh—Rob,” his name came out as a nasally whine. 

Rob groaned in response, his breath puffing out of his nose and onto your face. His hands found your shoulders and pushed you back against the bed gently. 

“Fuck, y’r so pretty,” he murmurs against your mouth before moving to your throat. His tongue is hot against your skin, mouth dark hickeys into the space below your jaw. “Can I fuck you, sweetheart?” 

His body is heavy on top of yours, pressing you firmly against the mattress so that you couldn’t move as he attacked your neck with his mouth. Your cheeks burned at the husky edge in his voice. 

A soft whine leaves your lips. “Yeah..” Your back arches, pushing your chest out for him and his hands find one of your covered breasts immediately, kissing down your collarbones as he gives one a rough squeeze. 

His fingers find your nipple through the fabric of your shirt and twist. “G’na fuck every pretty thought from that little head of yours.”

You whine again and tilt your head to the side, giving him better access to your neck as his fingers continue to squeeze at your hard nipples. “Mmh—shaddup…” 

Rob bites your ear, his teeth dragging hard against the soft cartilage with a low noise in the back of your throat. “Don’t tell me to shut up.” 

A bratty little noise bubbles up in your throat. “Shut up.” 

He pushes your shirt up past your tits, exposing your nipples to the cold air of your bedroom—he always liked it freezing—and drags his teeth against one of the sensitive buds. “That mouth of yours is g’na get you in trouble, little girl.” 

God, your pussy aches already. 

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip. “Stop teasin’.” 

That pulls a mean chuckle out of him. He’s still mouthing at your tits, sucking on each one before pulling away with a lewd sounding pop, leaving your nipples wet and swollen. “M’not teasin’, baby. Can’t I have a little fun?” 

“Daddy,” you whine out, “hurts…”

Rob licks a long stripe up your tit. “What hurts, sweetheart?”

Your thighs squeeze together, cheeks pink. “Touch me…” 

His palm is rough against your breast, squeezing hard enough to leave his handprints behind. “Am I not touching you now? Y’r gonna have to get more specific than that, baby girl.” 

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid—

“Stop it—“ you complain, your hand coming up to shove at his shoulder. “You’re mean…” 

Rob gives an exaggerated, fake pout, pulling your nipple from his mouth. “M’not mean, you’re just stubborn.” His hand slips between your legs, gently touching your pussy over your short-shorts. Two of his fingers find the swollen bud of your clit and rub, too light for you to feel anything other than a small tingle. “Is this it, baby? This what you wanted?” 

You moan softly and nod your head. “Uh huh—right there.” 

His fingers press harder. “Your pussy’s all wet already. I can feel it through your shorts.” 

Your hips tilt up into the touch, grinding against the gentle movements of his hand. It’s so good, but not good enough. “M’not wet,” you protest, but you both know it’s a flimsy lie. You can feel how wet you are, the way your panties are already sticking to the lips of your cunt, hole drooling a wet spot into the fabric. 

His mouth is next to your ear now, voice low and rough and right there, a drawn out purr that sends shivers down your spine. “No? Y’r not wet?” His middle finger rubs up and down the seam of your shorts, pressing it directly against your clit and then to the mouth of your cunt. “So if I slip my fingers underneath these pretty little shorts I won’t feel nothin’?” 

Your face is bright red now, barely visible in the dark, but you can feel the way the warmth is burning your cheeks. “N-No…won’t feel nothin’.” 

“No? Should we test that theory?” he asks, one large finger slipping under the edge of your panties until he’s touching the lip of your cunt. Your clit aches from how close he is, throbbing and begging for any kind of touch. 

You moan softly. “Rob…”

His finger teases the mouth of your cunt, gathering an obscene amount of slick that makes him slip against your skin. He laughs. “Fuck, look at that.” His finger moves up to your eye line, slick coating his thick finger in a fat glob that slides down the digit. “That doesn’t look like nothing.” 

Your lips pull forward into a pout. “Stop it—“

Rob presses his wet finger against your mouth, silencing you by smearing your slick against your lips. His smile is wide and wolfish, far too amused by his own perversions. “Stop talking, princess.” 

Your mouth falls closed on command, but it doesn’t stop you from whimpering quietly. You want to object, open your smart mouth and tell him to shove it, but you know such a thing would only resort in you being thrown over his knee. 

He kisses you again, his tongue sliding along your slick covered lips, taking your essence into his mouth. He moans quietly, hand coming up to cup the back of your head and pull you closer.

It’s slow and hot the way he kisses you, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth with a wet noise before invading your mouth with his tongue. 

His hand slips beneath your shorts again, rubbing at you through your panties before moving underneath the fabric to your soaked cunt. He pushes two fingers in, appreciating the squeal you give in response, and pulls away from your lips to mouth at your neck. 

“Listen to that,” he whispers, fucking his fingers into you faster so that the wet noises between your legs increase in volume. “She’s so loud, baby.” 

“Hhn—Rob, Rob, Mmnhh—“ 

Your hand digs into his shoulder hard, one of your legs coming up to kick in the air when his fingers rub against your most sensitive spot. “Daddy—ah!”

Rob’s hand finds your ankle, wrapping around it with a tight squeeze before he brings it to his lips, pressing a firm kiss to the skin. The angle spreads your pussy further, your clit peeking out from between your lips. 

He leans down and spits directly on the swollen bud, watching the way it drips down your labia and into your hole before pressing his thumb against it. “There we go, jus’ like that.” His eyes find yours, trapping you underneath his gaze while his fingers work inside you. 

Your thighs tremble through each drag of his fingers, cunt squeezing around them. “Oh, God—Daddy it…fuck…” your voice is shaky. His fingers fuck you in a way that makes you eyes roll back, and he manages to reach so deep with just the two digits. 

Your brain feels loose in your skull. It’s only his fingers, and yet you—God. 

His fingers speed up, curled into you deep, your cunt so loud that for a second you thought you may be squirting. “God, fucking listen to that—“ he groans out. “Needy little cunt.” 

“S’not needy,” you whimper. 

Rob’s fingers push deeper. “No? Then why’s she makin’ all that noise?”

Your cunt spasms around his fingers, a guttural cry drawn from your mouth as your head flings back. Your orgasm takes both of you by surprise—it had only been a few minutes—but the mouth of your cunt gushes, soaking his palm and the sheets below. 

A gasp is torn from his throat, fingers moving inside you on instinct to guide you through it. “Good girl, good girl. There you go, beautiful…”

You can’t help the way you sniffle. “Daddy, sensitive.” You push his hand away from your cunt. 

Rob kisses your neck with a soft chuckle. “Alright, baby, alright.” He licks his fingers clean before his lips find yours, pushing his tongue in past your mouth so you can taste yourself. 

You hiccup against his mouth, your hands tangling in his tank top. His body presses you against the mattress as he kisses you like a man starved, and you can feel the swell of his cock pressing against your thigh. 

Instinctively, you grind your leg against it, and he groans against your mouth, hips jerking. 

“Baby,” he moans. “Shit—“

You relish momentarily in making him lose his composure, loving the way his eyes clenched shut, teeth digging into his bottom lip with a groan. He always looks the prettiest like this, when he’s whining at you like a needy mutt.

“Let me eat your pussy, sweetheart,” he murmurs, still mouthing at your neck as his hips rock against your leg. “Please?” 

You moan. “I jus’ came.”

Rob grins ferally against your throat. “Since when has that ever stopped you, cub?” 

A small pout forms on your lips. “Shaddup. Wanna get you off…”

A little huff leaves his nose. “I can wait. Wanna…wanna taste you.” 

He gains enough willpower to pull away from your leg, halting his hips in their grinding motion, and pushes himself up onto his palms, hovering over you.

“Gonna take such good care of you, baby,” he murmurs. “Will you let me?” 

Your pussy throbs. “‘Course I will,” you whimper.

Rob groans and kisses down the length of your neck and chest, mouthing at your tits before pushing the small sleep shirt over your head and tossing it on the floor. He takes a second to lavish your nipples again, becoming absorbed in the feel of them in his mouth and the way he makes you squirm. 

“Rob,” you huff, pushing at his shoulder, “you’re getting distracted.” 

He pulls away with a chuckle, pressing a kiss against your cheek. “Right. Sorry, baby,” he says and kisses down the length of your tummy before his mouth makes it to the edge of your shorts. 

In the next moment, he buries his face between your legs, his nose pressing right against your cunt from over your shorts, inhaling directly where a wet spot has formed against the fabric. 

“Rob!” you smack his head with an embarrassed groan. “Don’t do that—that’s gross.” 

Rob almost cackles. “S’not gross.” He kisses at your covered clit. “You smell good…”

“You’re such a pervert,” you whine, tugging at his hair, but that only makes him groan deep in his chest. 

“‘Nd you’re my nasty little princess,” he smiles before pulling your shorts and panties down your thighs, exposing your slick cunt to his hungry eyes, your lips wet and sticky from where your hole has drooled. “You’re so swollen, my poor girl…”

“S’ all your fault.” 

His finger teases your slit. “All my fault? I made your pussy all puffy like this?” he coos, using his thumb and forefinger to squeeze your lips together in emphasis, and it’s humiliating how much it turns you on. 

“Don’t call it puffy,” you complain, but your nipples are throbbing in excitement, hole pulsating in anticipation of where he’ll touch you next. 

“Oh, baby, there’s no need ta be embarrassed,” he assures you. His thumb begins to play with your clit again, much more sensitive now that you’ve already had an orgasm. “S’cute.” 

His mouth finds your cunt, pressing a wet kiss to your clit before his tongue licks you from top to bottom. Your pussy gives a loud squelch at the added moisture, a noise that makes your face burn and Rob groan. 

“Fuck, look at that,” he murmurs, spreading your lips open with two fingers so he can better see your clit. His mouth wraps around it, tongue working you over with little flicks that make your legs tremble. 

“Ngh—Rob,” you whine. Your hands find the loose strands of his hair, tangling in them with a firm grip as you push his face closer to your cunt. 

Rob groans and pushes two fingers inside you again, curling them against that sensitive spot inside you as his mouth sucks at your clit. 

Your toes curl against the mattress, pretty pink nails glistening in the dark, and your tits jiggle with each breath you take. 

His beard is rough against your pussy, adding to the stimulation against your clit every time he pulls away to lick at your folds. His hairs are soaked from how much you’re dripping and how deep he’s pressed his face into your cunt, licking at you like a man starved. 

“M-Mhm—“

His tongue pushes into your hole, a loud slurping noise filling the room as he takes you in. It’s embarrassing how wet it sounds, the show that he’s making out of how soaked you are and how badly he wants you. 

“Don’t,” you try to protest, “that’s disgusting.”

Rob’s nose is pushed into your clit now and he inhales deep as he uses the tip of his nose like a toy, stimulating you when his tongue can’t. 

He pulls his tongue out of you, mouth sucking around your clit again with a loud smack as he pulls away. “So fucking pretty,” he marvels, pushing your lips together again. 

His tongue finds your clit, flicking at the swollen bud rapidly. 

“Rob, fuck—” you whimper, the muscles in your thighs jumping. Your hole is clenching and spitting slick, leaking down your skin in a sticky trail. 

Rob’s hand finds one of your thighs and pushes it up, spreading your legs further so that he can have more access to the space between your legs. He groans against you, eye flicking up to meet yours. 

It felt indescribably erotic, to have him looking at you as if he could see past the layers of your soul as he pleasured you. 

“Love you so fucking much,” he whispered when he pulled away for air, tonguing at your clit between each word. He was panting heavily, fingers digging so hard into your thighs you were sure they’d bruise. “Pretty fucking thing.” 

You can feel your orgasm building in your belly, a coil that keeps winding with every second his tongue swirls around your clit, and you twitch in a sudden moment of panic. 

“Wait—“ you sound breathless, your hand pushing against his head. “Don’t wanna cum yet—“

Rob groans around your clit at the idea of having to pull away, the vibration pushing you closer to the edge. “No,” he whimpers and pushes his face deeper into you. 

“Daddy,” you hiccup, “don’t wanna cum…not yet, please.” 

His cock fucking throbs in his boxers at your desperate little voice, forcing himself to pull away from you, his beard dripping and cock straining in his boxers. He looks slightly feral, pupils blow with flushed cheeks and sweaty skin, his hair sticking to the back of his neck and face. 

He rips his tank top over his head, exposing the toned planes of his stomach and the hair covering his belly. His underwear rests low on his hips, the large bush he keeps peeking out from over the elastic, and the sight makes you salivate, reminiscing on the many times you’d found your face buried there. 

He smirks when he notices you staring. He hooks his thumb into the band and pulls it down tantalizingly, tilting his head to the side with a smile. “What is it, baby? See something you want?”

Your cheeks puff out. “Jus’ take your cock out…”

Rob barks a laugh and shoves his underwear down. “Cute..”

His boxers are tossed off the bed and onto the floor, heavy cock drooping even with how hard he was, a thick glob of pre leaking from his tip and onto your tummy. He strokes himself with a low groan. “You want this?” he asks teasingly. 

And God he’s so fucking big. Cock so thick your hands don’t wrap around it fully with heavy balls and a tip surrounded by foreskin. His fingers caught the skin every time he moved his hand down, flashing his pink tip to you. 

Your cunt quivered. “Yes.”

A low growl bellows in his chest and he moves forward. His cock slaps against your clit, making you moan. It's sandwiched between your lips, becoming wet with your slick, and he’s almost tempted to stay like this, humping between your folds while he uses the tip of his fat cock to stimulate your clit, but he’s too needy, too worked up—so he pushes inside. 

The stretch is big and you’ve been together for so long that you should be used to it, but he fills you in such an agonizingly full way that you don’t think it’ll ever become boring. 

“A-Ah–Rob,” you hiss through your teeth, the end of his name cracking with a moan. Your thighs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to you and pushing him deeper inside. 

Rob groans as his cock is sucked inside your cunt. “Shit–God, you’re perfect.” He pulls his cock half way out with a shady breath, biting his lip at the way you’ve soaked his shaft in just a few seconds, before slamming his hips forward. 

Your thighs squeeze around his waist as you mewl. His cock grazes against your sweet spot, making your eyes cross, knees drawing up a bit. “Again–right there,” you gasp. 

He mouths at your neck. “Right there? Is that the spot, sweet girl?” he chuckles, adjusting his hips so that his cock presses into you there just right. 

You squeal, your pussy squeezing around him. “Mmhhn—yeah. Right there—fuck, Daddy, so good…” 

“Love your cunt,” he babbles, mostly to himself, lost in the feeling of how tight you are around him, the slick noises that echo between your bodies every time his cock slams into you. “Pretty fucking pussy so tight around me.” 

It made you dizzy when he got like this, so lost in his own pleasure that he started babbling about your cunt as if it was real, bestowed onto him by some higher power. 

Your clit was throbbing, begging for you to reach down and rub at it frantically with your fingers, but Rob was squished against you, blocking any gap you might’ve been able to slip your hand into. 

“Daddy,” you hiccup, “m’tighs hurt..”

Rob snorts. “Then put 'em down, baby. I’ll hold ‘em for you..” 

With a whimper, the muscles in your thighs give out, legs falling from around his waist and onto the bed. Your head tipped back as he fucked into you, unable to make any sounds that weren’t broken moans. 

Rob catches both of your ankles in his hand and pushes them up so that your knees are next to your face. His eyes bore into you, cock pressing so deep you swear you can feel it in your belly. His hips move slowly for once, not pounding into you the way you’d become so familiar with. 

Instead he leans forward and kisses your face. His beard scratches against your skin, breath hot against you, and he can’t stop looking at you as if you’ve hung the moon. 

“Y’r so beautiful,” he murmurs and his cock is spearing against your g-spot so easily in this position. “I love you so much.” 

God, you feel like you might cry. “Daddy—“ your voice is a quiet whimper. “Mmph…”

He hooks your knees around his elbows and pushes forward, his hands resting on either side of your head to hold himself up. He’s able to move a bit faster like this, the loud slapping noises echoing between your bodies, his balls smacking against your ass.

 “Love you so much, princess,” he repeats it like a mantra. His mouth is wet against your cheek from where he keeps kissing you. “My pretty girl.” 

Your chest shakes as your hiccup. His cock presses so deep, pelvis slapping against your fat clit every time he pushes forward. You feel high off of the way his body is pushed against you, surrounding you with his body weight and his scent. 

“Daddy,” your hands grab his arms, fingers digging into his skin. After the horror that was your nightmare, you can’t get enough of his gentle voice. He speaks to you as if you’re some kind of deity, put in his path for him to worship. “Love you.” 

Rob lowers himself, holding his body weight up by his elbows so that he can be closer to your face. His hips are moving in a frantic humping motion, pounding into you now with a pace that makes the bed creak. 

You’re bent in half like this, tummy squished in the middle from the angle, and his cock pushes into you so deeply. The hairs decorating his belly rub against your clit and you're acutely aware of the way your cunt is soaking his skin. 

 “Look at me baby, look at me,” he instructs softly and your eyes find him easily. 

You look up at him with a soft moan, trapped underneath his pretty blue eyes and strong brows. He always looks so handsome above you, with his hair falling in his face and his attention focused on nothing but your pretty face. 

He smiles. “Don’t take your eyes off me. Tell me how it feels.” 

Your brain feels fuzzy. “How wha’ feels?” you ask dumbly, unable to think straight when his balls are slapping against your ass. 

Rob laughs at your stupid question. “God, you’re so cute. Tell me how I feel—when I’m pressed into you like this. Where do I reach, baby? Can you feel me in your pretty tummy?” 

Your pussy leaks more slick around his shaft. “Mmfph—yeah, feel you in my belly,” you murmur, making a point to press your hand against the middle of your stomach. “Y’feel so big, stretching me—“ Your cunt flutters around him again, a weak sensation around the stretch of his fat cock. 

He groans at the sight of your hand pressing into your belly and fucks faster into you instinctively. “I could make you a mommy so easily like this,” the words fell from his lips on impulse; the thought had only been in his head for a few seconds before it came spewing out of his mouth. 

You can feel yourself black out for a moment, a wave of arousal so strong going through your body it makes you nauseous. “Daddy—“ you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulder. 

Rob whines like a puppy. “G’na put a baby in you, wanna—wanna do it so bad, please please please.” He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for by now, his mind so consumed with lust he’s not paying attention to any of the words he’s saying. 

His cock feels overwhelmingly thick inside you, twitching with every filthy word he says—he’s so close, and god, you want it so bad. 

“Wan’ it—“ you whimper, trying and failing to meet his thrusts with the way you’re bent in half. Your clit pulses with every slide of his stomach against it, a cruel tease that offers just enough stimulation to make you whine, but not to get you off. 

His balls are aching now. “Y’want it, pretty girl? Want me to get you pregnant? Want me to fill the pretty little belly until it’s swollen?” 

Your tummy does a flip. “Yeah, yeah—wan’ it.” You pant heavily from the exertion, you’re right there, and you know that he is too, you just need…

“Need—“ you try desperately to touch your clit, shoving your hand between you bodies, but his belly is in the way. “Rob—“

He looks down to where your hand is. “Oh, is that what you want?” he coos, lifting himself off you slightly so that you can push your hand between you bodies. “So sorry, princess, there y’go.” 

The first touch of your fingers feels like an electric shock. A broke gasp falls from your hips at just how fucking wet you are, soaking your fingers immediately with an absurd amount of slick. Your fingers slip around desperately, pulling back your hood so you can reach the swollen nub beneath. 

The touch makes your cunt squeeze around him, tighter than before, and Rob’s eyes go crossed. 

“Fuck—“ his cock spurts a little inside you and he stumbles forward, pressing against your hand with his stomach, adding to the pressure on your clit. 

“Daddy—“

“Baby, m’gonna cum,” he whines. His voice was pitched high, making him sound just as frantic and desperate as you, humping against you like a dog in heat. 

“Cum—cum for me, cum in me” you plead, feeling your own orgasm building in your belly. Your fingers were pushing against your clit just right. 

Rob presses his forehead against yours, looking you directly in the eyes as his cock pushes into you over and over again. It feels like he can see into your skull, his usually grumpy expression softening for you. “Love you so much, princess,” he pants. He’s so close, right there, you can see it in the vein that’s protruding from his forehead, and the way his arms shake with the effort to hold himself up. 

“Daddy, daddy, please–” you pant. Your cunt is begging for it. “Please, please…”

Rob cums with a loud groan, his hips jerking through his release. He does his best to keep them pressed against you, trying to keep every spurt of cum inside you. 

The vein in his forehead bulges as he cums, his eyebrows furrowing. “Ngh—fuck, fuck,” he grunts. “Fuck—take it.” 

Your fingers nudge against your clit just right, sending you careening over the edge with a high pitched squeal, fingers digging into his skin. “H-Hah—Rob, daddy—“ Your cunt gushes, taking you both by surprise. You’d been so distracted by his orgasm you hadn’t even registered the pressure that had been building low in your stomach. 

Rob gasps, his arms trembling. “Fuck—baby.”

Your cunt pulses around his cock, stimulating him enough to keep his orgasm going just a bit longer, before he finally collapses on top of you with a huff, still inside you.

“You’re heavy,” you complain, shoving at his shoulder in an attempt to get his sticky body off of yours. 

Rob only chuckles and buries his face deeper into your neck. “Not that heavy.” 

“You’re making me all sticky,” you pout.

He laughs again, but doesn’t move, pressing a kiss against your neck. It’s quite between you two for a long while, adrenaline lowering as your high begins to fade. 

The memories of your nightmare return. You squeeze Rob tight suddenly, alerting him. 

“Y’okay, baby?” he asks softly, tilting his head up to look at you. 

You give a small smile. “Yeah, sorry—I’m just…remembering.” 

“M’not going nowhere,” he tells you. “Promise.”

“I know,” you sigh. “It’s not…about that, not really. I just remember everything so clearly. Memories are supposed to fade with time, but it feels like these ones will never go away no matter how hard I try.” 

Rob frowns. “Yeah, I know.” He hadn’t slept once since in the last two years without seeing flashes of it when he closed his eyes. “M’ sorry that I can’t make it go away.” 

“It’s not your fault,” you murmur, your fingers brushing through his hair now. It was hard—dealing with something so unbelievable. You couldn’t even talk to a therapist about it, not without getting sent away somewhere for hallucinations. You two only had each other and the surviving members of the team you saw every now and again. 

It was isolating. 

“I know that,” he says quietly. Your touch is making him feel sleepy. Silence lapses between the two of you until you begin to feel sweaty from having him laid on top of you. 

“Come shower with me,” you mumble out your request. 

“D’we have to?” he groans, still entranced by your fingers. 

“You’re not sleeping in my bed all gross—“

“Your bed?” he laughs. “I bought this thing.” 

“My sheets are on it,” you argue, looking down at the strawberry patterned fabric, and Rob laughs again.

“Bought those too.” 

In a sudden burst of strength, you push him off of you with a grunt, taking him by surprise as he rolls to the other side of the bed. “Come shower with me or you’re sleeping on the couch,” you say, stomping off to the bathroom. 

“What am I? A dog?” he grumbles, pushing himself to his feet. 

“Yes!” your answer is shouted from the other room, making Rob huff a laugh, his feet smacking against the hardwood as he follows behind you. 

“Alright, alright, m’coming.”

[eddiepallas]

[dennis-rickman]

Divine intervention

Brendan Brady & Simon Walker 14/05/2012

[eddiepallas]

caged beasts

[eddiepallas]

waking up on your arch-rival's bed...again

[strwbrryelle]

button mashing turned physical

pairing; seb x reader

warning; car sex, mating press, fingers in mouth, creampie, he records u both

note; thx to tht vid of neil at the arcade doin weird things to tht gun

word count; 4.5k

Lights flicker over the brightly patterned carpet, different beeps and dings and chimes coming from games or dance pads. Some kids run around, immediately scolded by their parents walking after them.

“You’re gonna go easy on me, right?” You lean into Seb’s side, hand held in his as you walk past some claw machines.

“Of course not.” The joke rolls naturally off his tongue with a cheeky grin, glancing down at you. He sees how you stare at the glass, twinkling lights accessorizing a big machine that’s filled with animal plushes.

“You want one?”

You look at him, noticing he’s looking at you, then back to the claw machine. There’s cats, dogs, sheep, chickens, little pigs, all cutesy and round.

A hum catches in your throat, barely heard above the music playing, “The sheep’s kinda cute.. and the puppy.”

Those blues linger for a moment before he squeezes your hand, letting go to tug his wallet from his pocket, “How about I win you both?”

The smack of your tongue makes him grin while you give him a look, “Well, aren’t you cocky, mister.”

There isn’t time to stop him before he swipes the preloaded arcade card on the machine, purchasing three chances at the claw game.

“Confident,” he corrects, stepping up to the machine and letting his hands rest on the controls. It takes one try to get the round sheep, Seb laughing as the shiny claw drops it into the chute, bending to pick it up.

Your jaw drops a bit, brows furrowing as you take the soft plush from him. “One shot? How’d you do that?”

His smirk melts into a more proud smile instead, watching you squish and feel on the sheep, chuckling while the claw adjusts itself back to default position. “Years of practice, pretty.”

You stare for a few moments, too focused on how impressed you are that he managed it first go.

You’re only snapped out of it at the sight of the puppy plush falling back into the pile of stuffies, quickly stifling a giggle with your hand.

Seb rolls his eyes with a bit of a huff, waiting for the claw to adjust itself again for his last try. The whir of the machine lowering down sounds out as it grips the puppy again, successfully lifting and dropping it into the chute.

Leaning forward when he does to grab the newly obtained plush, your brows furrow up, “This must be one of those easy ones. Y’know, for little kids to win.”

He barks a laugh, handing the pup to you, not even able to feel offended by your quip, “Or, maybe, I’m just that good.”

Giggles tumble from your glossy lips, looking at both the sheep and puppy side by side, “Y’r so full of yourself.” You fall into step with him as you both begin to walk slowly past other claw machines, peeking up at him, “thank you.”

The smug looks softens at your sweet gratitude, nudging his shoulder into yours, “You’re welcome, gorgeous. I’ll win you anything you want if you ask nice.”

His arm lays over your shoulders now, “Oh? And what constitutes as me asking nicely?”

Seb pretends to ponder the question, humming before looking down at you with a glint in his blues, “Maybe begging on y’r knees? Pouting a bit. Y’know, be real puppy eyed and-“

You gawk a bit, interrupting him, “We’re in public!” Nudging his chest with the little sheep plush, you huff, “No. I’ll just tell you what I want and you’ll get it for me.”

He lets out a laugh again, fingers squeezing on your arm, slowly his steps so you both stop. He takes the opportunity to lean in a bit, smiling, “Oh, so you just expect me to give you whatever you want? Just like that- what a spoiled thing you are.”

All flustered, naturally so around him, you start giggling again. The tease is.. probably true, but you’re not so smug about it. You’re about to say some innocent retort, but you turn your head enough to spot a different machine, gasping, “Look! Hello Kitty!”

The flirtatious banter dies down immediately as you grab his arm and tug him away.

An hour in the arcade feels like no time at all, the flashing lights and pings and beeps of different games just the right amount of overstimulation to forget about anything else.

Between playing actual games, all but five that you’ve lost, Seb’s acquired a medium sized bag filled with prizes for you. Mostly plushies, a small rolled up blanket, two blind boxes, and a brightly colored beaded bracelet.

You’ve been saying something about being hungry for the past fifteen minutes, but both of your attention spans kept getting distracted by different games on your way back up to the front of the arcade.

Currently, you’re watching him play some shooter game, brows furrowed as you try to make sense of the movements on the screen.

Some zombie game, the points go higher as he shoots them down, letting the next round load up.

“Wanna see a trick I learned?”

Stood beside him, you watch a bit tiredly, brain a bit fried now from the past hour of loud and bright sensations, almost getting a bit of a headache.

His question has you glancing up, brows lifting, “Uh?”

You see, you thought he meant a gameplay trick, or something. You don’t know, but you just didn’t expect him to hold his finger onto the trigger and go to town on it.

Immediately, the pain in your temples is forgotten, replaced by a swirling heat in your lower belly. Why? He’s just… basically fingering the gun. He shakes his hand quickly, rapidly pressing onto the trigger with his fingers tensed out.

Heat travels to your ears, barely registering the pings of the quick accumulation of points as he actively wins the games last round. Seb grins all big as the screen flashes with WINNER in bold letters, setting the toy gun back in the slot.

“Cool, right?”

Your eyes dart down to his other hand laying on the panel, long fingers circling the buttons to press back to the menu. Tearing your gaze away, you swallow, adjusting the grip on your bag of prizes as you try to ignore the throb your pussy gives.

“Yeah- yeah. Didn’t know you could cheese it like that. That’s cool.”

Seb’s no idiot, knows you like the back of his hand. With his full attention on you now, he can see the shift in your demeanor. He suddenly feels a bit hungry, and not for food.

A hand lifts to tuck some hair back, some strands having fallen loose from a bobby pin by your ear, “You like that, pretty?”

“What?” Your gaze lifts back to him, brows furrowing as you try to will back a now embarrassed flush. “Shut up. Can we go get something to eat now? I’m getting a headache.” You complain, maybe a bit bratty as you tug at his arm.

The smirk on his pink lips only grows wider as you try to deflect, clearly enjoying the way your tone shifts- annoyed rather than flustered.

“Alright, alright.” He tuts, following your lead towards the doors of the arcade.

Out in the car, the heat blows softly. The small space is illuminated by the screen of his phone while he looks up the menus of the restaurants around you, packed into the building strip.

You’re torn between mildly moody and obnoxiously horny, glancing at his hands again as he scrolls on his phone. Seb’s smart enough to get it, noticing the way your eyes dart at him, how you sit with your thighs smushed together.

He’s not really paying attention to the menus right now, mindlessly scrolling on some burger joints site, letting you look a bit.

“See anything you want? Or are you still thinkin’ about my fingers?”

You were leaning in closer with him, but the outright accusation has you gawking a bit. “Wh- I am not! Shut up.”

Reaching out, you just take his phone for yourself, annoyed at him yet you still feel the dreadful leak of slick that definitely ruins your panties.

He laughs, a surprised sound as he continues to tease you, “Yeah? Then why’re your ears all red again?” Lifting his hand, he pinches at one of said flushed ears.

You give this incredulous squeal, smacking his hand away, “Stop!”

The bit of attitude has him grinning slyly, hand coming back again to ghost his fingers under your chin, coaxing you back to looking at him.

“You’re not subtle, you know that? You want some attention, pretty?”

Sure, it’s easy for you to unintentionally get a bit bratty, but goodness does he handle it well.

You swallow, lashes blinking a couple times as you look over his face. It’s hard for you to defend yourself, he knows you so well after all.

“Um-“

The look of you, tongue tied and flushed, is more than he could ever ask for. His eyes go a bit lidded, pupils dilating while his thumb rubs along your jaw, first finger beneath your chin. “What?” There’s a lilt of challenge in his voice, “No more attitude? You were being awful mouthy a minute ago.”

“Uh-“ You gape a bit, feeling your cheeks warm with a swirl of embarrassment. “‘m sorry..” You apologize a bit sheepishly, thighs clamping together.

There’s this sweet coo from him, immediately satisfied by your demeanor. “Oh, don’t be sorry. Just tell me what you want, hm?”

His thumb catches a bit of the lipgloss you reapplied earlier, sticky and strawberry scented.

Your brows furrow up, like you’re conflicted, before just giving in as you start to complain, “‘m.. hungry, an’ my feet hurt, I got a headache and ‘m-“ you nuzzle into his hand a bit, embarrassed, “really horny.”

Whiny and endearing, he just loves you so much.

A low, satisfied hum rumbles in his chest, hand slipping to rest on the side of your neck instead, his touch like molten lava. Tauntingly, he leans in, nosing at your own nose, “Poor thing..”

It’s instinctive and maybe a little pitiful the way you lean in further, the seat creaking underneath you as you press your shoes against the floor. You expect him to kiss you, or maybe you’re silently asking for one, he isn’t sure.

Seb’s breath hitches either way, fingers flexing against your throat before sliding back up to the nape of your neck, giving the slightest tug on your hair just until you whine.

“Say please.”

The throb between your thighs increases ten fold, whimpering a little in response. “Please?”

It takes everything he has to not pounce on you right then and there once that cute beg sounds from you.

“Okay, good girl.”

The praise rolls off his tongue before leaning in, finally closing the gap and capturing your lips in a desperate kiss.

There’s this whiny noise that muffles against his lips, a hand reaching to grab at his bicep for stability. Lip gloss smears onto your chin, lips parted for him to take the lead as you squirm where you sit.

Seb swallows down the little noises from you, groaning himself. His tongue immediately slips into your mouth, licking over your own, tasting strawberry. That free hand of his wanders, finding your bare thigh, gripping and tugging a bit so you lean as close as physically possible in the front of the car.

Another muffled whimper, thighs pressing to the middle console, elbow knocking into the edge of it as you chase his lips.

His jeans already feel tighter, huffing a noise as he pats your thigh, pulling away with a bit of glitter on his own lips now, “Backseat.”

A squeal catches in your throat, turning and clambering into the back, feeling a light swat to your thigh again. It isn’t roomy by any means, especially when he follows and crowds his weight against you on the seat.

It’s cramped, but neither of you care as he pins you down, grabbing at your thighs to hike them up. Around his waist now, he leans forward, blanketing himself over you to capture your lips in another bruising kiss.

“Mmmh!” Your knees are pushed up, smushed by your sides as he ruts his clothed cock against you, rough denim making you complain. An arm flails, pressing your hand into the back of the front seat as you squirm beneath him.

He grumbles something as he pulls away, dragging his mouth along your jaw in a couple kisses, pulling a gasp from you. Nuzzling up, you bet some of your sparkly highlighter smears on his skin, the faint stubble on his jaw scritching over you. Your lungs greedily try to fill themselves with air, other hand tugging at his shirt.

It’s cute, sweetly intimate with breathy noises as you both paw at one another's clothes, hearing his belt buckle clank.

Seb sits upright suddenly- well, as much as he can without knocking his head into the roof. Hands nudge at the backs of your thighs, shoving you down some so he has room to fully undo his jeans. The zipper makes a shudder run up your spine, his blue eyes glued to the soaked spot of your panties.

“Can you wait another minute, pretty?”

“Shut up-“ It tears through you in a petulant whine, huffing. Your flat knocks against his shoulder on accident, folded in half in the crammed space as he shoves his jeans down a little. “Nnh- sorry-“

He fails to bite back a laugh turned moan, looking a bit too satisfied at the sight of you. One hand grabs your ankle, thumbing the anklet there before adjusting your leg. The other frees his cock, those brown lashes fluttering as he gives himself a few strokes.

“Don’t get bossy now.”

You can barely register the words as he yanks at your panties, pulling them up your legs and tossing the fabric to the car floor. The mewl you let out when he drags a couple fingers through your soaked cunt is enough to make his cock drool, moaning with you as he sinks both digits inside.

“Ah-!” Your feet kick, breath hitching in your throat while your nails dig into the drivers seat headrest.

He tuts softly, moving his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace, just letting your body adjust to the stretch. Sticky slick shines over his knuckles, feeling his mouth water.

“That feel okay?” His other hand rubs at one of your thighs, feeling the tremble in your muscles.

It’s a sweet croon that has your pussy fluttering on his fingers, eyes rolling back for a moment. It’s embarrassing, how it takes nothing for you to fall apart for him.

“Hah- yeah, yeah-“ The jerking nod you give has him smiling, your clammy free hand trying to hold your other leg open for him.

The pad of his thumb brushes over your clit before finding a rhythm in gentle circles, his fingers thrusting more fluidly now, “Gonna make you cum like this, then I’ll fuck you, okay?”

Your thighs twitch, jolting as if you were shocked while lifting your head up. With upturned brows, you whimper, cheeks flushed hot beneath the blush you wear.

“Okay! Right- right there, oh my God.”

The hand on your thigh leaves, reaching to cradle your jaw and gently ease you to relax again as the feeling overwhelms you. He can tell you’re close already just by the noises you give, almost panicked little moans that have his anticipation growing.

“Shhh, there you go, gorgeous. Go ‘head an’ cum for me, then you can have what you want, alright?” The nasty smack of his fingers fucking you is all you can hear, back trying to arch in the folded position as the coil in your belly tightens.

Wide eyes stare up at him, a bit of hair loose from his ponytail, cheeks warm. Your mouth drops into a cute O as you pant, two more breaths before it snaps, orgasm crashing into you. You can hear some praising words as you convulse, pussy clamping down rhythmically on his fingers, covering them in shiny cum with an embarrassing squelch.

Seb moans with you, letting his thumb gently massage your clit, slowing his fingers down to a barely there thrust as you twitch. “Good, that’s nice, huh?”

Your foot smacks the roof of the car, almost dizzy with how hard you’re breathing, the car a bit heated now as he tugs his fingers free. He can’t help but laugh, sucking his fingers clean before shuffling closer to drag the head of his cock over you, catching on your swollen clit before smearing your slick over himself, catching what tries to leak out from your orgasm.

There’s some bratty complaint on your tongue, and it dies there as he pushes in. The stretch makes your toes curl, both hands flying to muffle the squealing moan you give out. Between not having much of a break and how thick his dick is, you’re on cloud nine, bordering on overstimulation as he sinks in deep.

He’s quick to grab your wrists, barring shiny eyes and babbling whines to him as he pins them above your head.

“Keep them up here.” The order is panted out, hips stopping in favor of fishing his phone from his pocket.

“Wh-“ Your brows furrow, cheeks flushing impossibly darker as you realize instantly what he’s doing.

He’s not moving, cock buried to the hilt in his girlfriend, all for a picture.

“Seb!” You complain in a petulant whine, foot kicking against his arm.

He laughs, grinning as he takes a few shots shamelessly, hand wandering across your thigh to give a warning nudge. “You know you love the attention. Don’t huff at me.”

You hear the chime of a video recording starting before he drops his phone to the floor, just to get the audio of you both. Common practice for him.

There isn’t even a moment to protest before he’s dragging his cock back, just to the flared tip, before snapping forward in a harsh rhythm.

The car rocks slightly, filled with lewd noises of wet slapping, whiny mewls and his huffing pants. A hand keeps him upright on the door, fingers pressed to the slightly foggy window. It’s quick, desperate, hands twitching where they obediently stay where he told them to, pressing against the door as the sheer force of his thrusts knocks you up closer, until your head bonks against it.

Seb groans loud and guttural, your moans rivaling your average pornstar, enough to make his mouth water and his spine tingle. His free hand lifts, thumb pressing over your bottom lip, “Open.”

Garbling on a moan, your hips kick down when he shoves two fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue until you gag. That alone as your poor pussy clenching over his shaft, leaking an embarrassing amount of slick that eases the way he fucks you, almost too slippery. The tears flowing from your eyes smear the mascara on your lashes a bit, and Seb wishes he could reach his phone for another picture.

He tuts a bit, this mocking, sweet tone while he rolls his hips slower, hard, thumb pressing against your cheek. “Don’t cry, gorgeous, y’r gonna ruin your pretty makeup.”

The babbled, muffled noise you give sounds awfully close to you calling him a jerk.

There’s this stupid smirk on his stupidly handsome face, having the gall to flirt and tease like his dick isn’t in you right now.

“What was that, love?”

In fact, he uses his other hand now to wipe at said tears, a poor attempt to fix your makeup while you grumble. His fingers pull back just to the first knuckle, covered in drool.

“You-” You hiccup, eyes fuzzy and nearly crossing at the now fast paced thrusts, hearing the squelch of your pussy. “Mean-“

There’s a low fuck that tumbles from him before he’s shoving his fingers back, cock twitching as his belly clenches, belt buckle smacking against your bare ass.

“Me? Mean to you?” He croons, panting, “Why would I wanna be mean to my good girl, hm?”

You whimper, protest forgotten as your tongue laves on his digits, swirling around and sloppily sucking, tasting remnants of your own pussy. Another few thrusts and your head smacks the door again, this pitiful sound huffed out when he pulls back and out of you, string of slick connecting his tip to your twitching hole.

You barely realize his presence is gone before he speaks, “Come here, love. Up.”

He helps, ever the gentleman he is, right? hand holding yours while he sits himself down and lets you clamber up, straddling over him. Your skirt pools back down over your hips as you sink onto his cock again, delirious with pleasure and muscles weak.

“Oh, there you go..” The pleasurable sigh from Seb has you preening with pride, his big hands wandering over your ass and hips in an affectionate pet. His head drops to bury against your shoulder, feeling warm skin there as he mouths by the strap of your shirt.

In his lap, his cock reaches as deep as possible, yet slower and sweeter. Your arms hug onto him, nuzzling at the base of his throat as you slump tiredly. Stretched to the brim, you can feel the fat of his balls snug against your puffy lips, whining with a weak roll of your hips.

Seb helps a bit, hips flexing to rock up, trying to match your sloppy rhythm with some gentle encouragement, “C’mon, lift up. You can do it.”

It’s fairly easy to spark that need to please and be good, forcing you to sit up a bit straighter with a sniffle, hands settling on his shoulders. Knees pushing into the seat, you lift your hips, cunt dragging along his shaft in a tortuous pull before you sit back down, working into a messy pace while slick strings out over his balls and your thighs.

Those blues roll back in pure ecstasy, a huffy laugh escaping him as your ass smacks into his lap with each thrust down. Long fingers lift your skirt up, ghosting along your ass before gripping tightly onto the plush there, jaw clenching, “Mmh, fuck. Keep doin’ that.”

Wet plaps make your blush spread to your ears, zeroing in on chasing your second orgasm. He knows you need a bit more, leaning closer to let his tongue drag over your collarbones, laving open mouthed kisses at the base of your neck.

“Seb-”

“Gonna cum f’me again? Right on my dick?”

That pace falters, hips stuttering with a pitiful whine, “Mh!” Your fingers press down into the muscles of his shoulders, probably leaving marks with your nails through his shirt. “Help..”

He doesn’t even have to think about it, one hand leaving your ass to slip up the front of your skirt. The messy globs of slick his fingers find has his balls tightening up, thumb finding your clit again to give that extra push towards cumming.

“Here?” His voice lilts up, brows furrowing.

The sudden friction, albeit sloppy and almost hard to feel with how wet you are, is just what you need, squealing out. Your hips kick, rutting up as you try to force your hips to cooperate to keep bouncing, “Uh- please, pleaseplease-“

Seb shushes you with a sweet coo, thumb finally getting tight circles down as his mouth seeks yours out, lips brushing together. “I know, I know.. gimmie it, c’mon.”

“Seb!”

Your ears ring, eyesight bleary, head spinning as you reach your second orgasm. This cute cry tumbles from your lips, sitting down fully onto his dick, hiding in his neck. The tight, fluttering vice grip of your cunt has him groaning, arm looping around your lower back to hug you close as his thighs shake. One more jerk and his cock throbs and jumps, drooling cum directly into you, letting your aftershocks milk him fully in slow spurts.

“Shiiit.. oh fuck..”

“Hah-“

All the energy has been sucked out of you, mouth drooling against his neck as you lean into him. Cum leaks out around his shaft, squelching awkwardly as you shift a little, feeling his hands pet along your back to soothe you.

He curses again, panting for air before giving an exhausted chuckle, planting a kiss on your temple, “Hey.. y’okay?”

His hand cradles your cheek now, pushing hair back and helping you lift your head. He’s met with quite the messy girl, drooly, makeup smeared and cheeks warm.

You can’t help but giggle a bit, wiggling on his cock while you hum, “Mhmmm..”

Seb gives a deeper laugh, lighting up at the cute display while he caresses your flushed skin. The pad of his thumb wipes under your eye, cleaning a bit of wet makeup away.

“Hi, pretty.”

You accept the gentle kiss he leans in to give you, now having caught your breath enough to move. Post arousal, you whine at the feeling of your slippery cunt leaking, cum smearing all over as you lift up. It’s amusing, the way you flop over to the side to avoid dripping all over his jeans.

Half hard, long fingers curl around his shaft to give himself a few lazy pumps, looking around before grabbing a hoodie from beside him on the seat, “Here, love.”

You let him help despite the fact that being wiped clean with a hoodie feels… quite nasty. At least you know it’s clean, you’re the one who stole it from him then left it in here.

He grumbles this little I know, getting you as clean as he can manage before tossing it back behind him. Tucking himself away and doing his belt up again, he then leans forward to open the middle console, plastic crinkling, “Here’s some makeup wipes, let’s get all that off.”

A sniffle comes from you, feeling sticky and gross. This is why you don’t ever fuck in the car. At least your headache is gone.

Wiping over both cheeks, he watches the full blush of your skin beneath the makeup come out, “You’re a mess. Pretty, but a mess.”

You glance upwards as he wipes at your lashes gently, smacking your tongue, “Well, sorry I wasn’t really worried about my makeup. I kinda couldn’t breathe.”

He snorts at the sassy remark, smiling while his other hand pinches your cheek. “Yeah? Next time don’t get all horny over my fingers.”

You mock him in a high grumble, rolling your eyes, jolting when he pinches a bit harder in retaliation, “Owh!”

Finally, he gets your face all clean, free of smeared makeup and tears, tucking some hair behind your ear, “All done, brat.”

There’s a hit of a smile on your lips, a sign he knows you aren’t really annoyed with him, “Y’r phone’s still recording. Gonna take up all your storage.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing, pretty.” He reaches to pick up his phone, stopping the recording after seeing the five minutes at the top. “I’ll just put it on my laptop.”

“Put-“ You gawk at him, watching as he tosses his phone into the front drivers seat, “Onto your laptop? You’re a real pervert!”

“Oh- get back up front, aren’t you hungry?”

[limmoxy]

My little hyperfix.💔

[walkersbeloved]

everyone meet simon

[walkersbeloved]

sigh.

[walkersbeloved]

Ugh, he got such a nice neck! The type of neck you could bite into.

yes and his collarbones are delightful too.

[walkersbeloved]

[strwbrryelle]

confidence is key

pairing; simon x reader

warning; somno, creampie, whiny!simon, mama!reader, insinuation of previous discussion for scenario, barely there hint of cnc if u squint hard

note; happy birthday n <3 (sowwy its a day late…..) also, lmk if u like the pinker txt better. it’s a barely there change though

word count; 1.8k

Hands tug at his hair, a rough pull that has those pretty blues of his rolling back into his skull.

”C’mon, you can do better than that, right? Ask nicely.”

God, he’s going to die, or orgasm, maybe both. Permission comes first though, of course.

”Please, oh, please ma-“

Simon startles awake, rudely roused by someone’s car horn honking outside.

“Fuck.” He mutters, a quiet curse that’s barely audible. He scrubs a hand over his face, stretching his arms out and above his head. The morning wood as a result of his.. interesting dream, tents the fabric of his pajama bottoms, throbbing almost painfully.

A heavy and dramatic sigh escapes him, tilting his head to look over at you. You’re still asleep, obviously, peaceful and quiet. Simons’s never been one to take these moments for granted, when it’s just the two of you snuggled in bed, no worries or cares until the day really starts.

Rolling over onto his front, his hips automatically rut forward against the mattress. It’s.. tempting to wake you, but he feels guilty, shy, because it’s new territory. His fingers stretch out over the sheets between you two, almost wanting to reach out.

Fangs catch onto his lower lip, muffling a barely there exhale as he stares at you. The cool morning light filters in through the curtains, providing a delicious silhouette of where you lay partly on your side, back to him, a leg hiked up, the covers having shifted due to his blanket stealing throughout the night, baring your shoulders.

He eyes over you, batting his lashes as he takes in the little spots, those couple dotted freckles on your back, the ghost of a fading hickey at your throat. The bulge of his cock grinds against the bed, cheeks heating, hips bucking down sharply. A silent groan tumbles from him, arm outstretching further.

You don’t even seem to wake for a moment, not even as his fingertips curl over the edge of the printed Christmas blanket covering you both. He tugs, slow and steady, baring inch after inch of smooth skin to his greedy eyes. It’s mouth watering, the sweet curve by your hips, your ass covered by cotton panties.

A quiet keen hitches in his throat, having to drop his hand back to the bed flat for support as he grinds faster, drool coating his tongue and dribbling out to soak his lower lip. He feels silly, like some pervert, staring at his sleeping girlfriend and getting himself off.

Simon is a simple man, though, and it doesn’t take much anyways.

You rouse just for a moment, shifting. Stretching out onto your tummy further, your ass arches back, grumbling incoherently before falling back asleep all the way.

Greedily, his blues stay glued to your ass, wishing he could reach out and grope, squeeze and grind, but he won’t. His breathing turns heavy, a pretty blush covering his face, warming from his ears to his neck as his tummy tightens up. A soft mewl of your name falls from his lips, his orgasm creeping up before he even realizes it, so zoned in on your drool worthy figure.

His eyes widen as he hiccups a gasp, fingers clutching at the sheets as he bucks wildly to chase the friction, creaming his boxers like a fucking teenager having a wet dream. His ears ring, providing background noise to the unbearable silence now that he isn’t whining anymore.

This slight sense of embarrassment settles in, watching your back rise and fall with your breathing before he shuffles up on wobbly legs to go clean up.

Simon stares at the ceiling, having been awake for maybe twenty minutes now. He’s been hard since he woke up, his eyes continuously flitting over to your sleeping form, over your tits and away again as his hand twitches against his belly. He hasn’t been able to wake up normally for a week now, aching and hard every morning, too shy to do anything about it after the other day. The teddy bear printed nightgown you wear is low on your chest, absolutely tantalizing as he stares. The hand on his tummy lowers, creeping down over the bulge in his boxers.

Those plush lips part with a silent gasp, brows furrowing up as he slowly palms over himself. Surely he can just… look, right? Less nerve wracking than outright touching.

You stir, stretching an arm above your head with a little grumble, falling deeper asleep once more.

Surprisingly, his eyes never waver even as you move around, pressing the heel of his palm down over his shaft, squirming in place.

Dammit, it’s not enough.

Begrudgingly so, his free hand creeps under the blanket, hooking on the edge to slowly tug it down. The action reveals the rest of your nightgown, and eventually the bare skin of your legs as he finishes uncovering you. Greedily, his fingers spread over your knee, gently caressing.

After a moment, he shifts, taking his hand off his cock so he can sit up onto his knees. Simon’s on a mission now, watching as your thighs noticeably part some almost as if on instinct to his weight, climbing between them.

Simon sucks a sharp breath in through his nose, somehow managing to hold back a whimper as his fingers lift the hem of your nightgown.

He feels so.. naughty, peeking like this despite the at least ten straight minutes of sweet reassurance he was given when you both first discussed this.

Your cotton panties are revealed, his mouth watering as he can practically see the outline of your puffy clit, just begging to be played with. Pushing at his boxers, he frees his cock from the front opening, almost worried the slick clack his palm makes over it from his precum is going to wake you.

When you don’t move anymore, he leans down between your thighs, arm almost trembling as he keeps himself held up just enough to inhale.

Bad idea, because he has to immediately slap his hand over his mouth to muffle the guttural groan he gives in response. His entire body stiffens, peeking up at you.

Sound asleep. His tongue is drooling, having to swallow before shaking fingers hook onto the crotch of your panties, tugging them aside. This pitiful sound catches in his throat at the sight of you, clit peeking out. He has some shocking restraint, probably just nerves, and instead leans back on his one arm as he continues to jerk himself off. His poor cock leaks like a faucet, dribbling down onto the sheets as these quiet pants escape him.

He’ll just… just look… no touching… he can just-

Pink and plush lips wrap around your clit before he knows it, tongue laving over the cute bud as his blues roll back into his skull. Your leg twitches beside him, but you stay deep asleep even as he starts to drool all over your slit, licking over your suddenly leaking hole.

Two fingers is all he has on his cock, slick and slippery as he jacks off quick. It’s not enough though, he wants to fuck you so badly, wants to sink right in-

You start to wake just when your legs are hiked up, faintly hearing the shuffling of clothes. It’s all bleary though, a low and confused grumble in your chest. Simon’s too greedy, quickly positioning himself between your thighs, pressing the head of his slick cock over your clit. Pushing down, he thrusts in smoothly and all at once, jaw dropping with a hiccuped moan.

He feels dizzy, covering his mouth with both hands while his thighs quiver, surely drooling precum into your cunt. Your nose scrunches up, feeling a dull stretch as your mind swims, clinging to remnants of a sweet and intimate dream.

Oh, God, you’re so tight over his cock, velvety smooth and hot. It’s absolutely impossible for him to stop his hips as he starts fucking into you, hands finding your hips and trying to hold on gently, even though his fingertips turn white with his grip.

His head ducks down, hung helplessly between his strong shoulders as he ruts forward. “Hmmm.. mama-“ The quiet whimper reaches your ears, helping to pull you out of sleep just a bit more as you feel his weight over you.

“Nh-” You yawn, stretching both arms above your head, groaning as your back arches. The action makes your cunt tighten over him for a moment, his thrusts faltering with a lewd whine.

Simon nuzzles against your neck, panting hotly over your collarbone as his hips smack into your ass. If he listens closely, he can hear the wet squelch of your pussy, easily taking him in with each thrust.

“Fuh- hah!”

“Shi- Simon..” You groan, lashes finally fluttering open. Your eyes don’t want to stay for very long, groggy, brain addled with sleep as you squirm underneath him.

A hand smacks onto his bare chest, huffing, “You big oaf, move-“

“No-” He shakes his head quickly, “Can’t- feels- oh, feels t’good, need t’cum-“

The cute babbling is enough to heighten your arousal further. “Mmh..” Sighing, one arm comes around him, a hand petting into his hair gently.

The affectionate touch alone has him rutting faster, balls trapped in his boxers as the fabric rubs against them. “Mama.. so- please? So close-“

You grunt quietly, tired. Nails scratch lazily at his scalp, moving along his neck. “Mhmm..?” You muse softly, nuzzling against his temple.

Drool drips from his lower lip, mouth hung open to pant and give higher pitched moans the closer to orgasming he gets. A quick nod answers your teasing, one hand pawing over your covered boobs, tugging at your nightgown neckline to try and get his hands on one.

“Can I? Please- mama,” the beg is sweet, and not one you intend to deny.

It’s a bit- a lot- pathetic, the way he humps you like a horny dog, all the while you lay there seemingly unaffected if not for the loud, wet plaps between your bodies.

You yawn, right in his face, pulling a frustrated whine from him. “Mh. I suppose so..” You drawl with a bit of muse, almost smiling, hand cradling the nape of his neck.

There’s a little weep of relief as his hips kick into overdrive, fucking you hard and fast, sloppy.

“Oh- mama, love you, love you-” Simon’s orgasm rushes over him suddenly, hips rutting hard with each spurt of cum he drools into you, automatically leaking out around his shaft to soak the crotch of your panties. His muscles shake, thighs trembling before all the energy leaves him, pliant.

Your legs lay deadweighted over his lap, and he realizes your hand is gone from his neck. Blues flit up as he lifts his dizzy head, gawking. A loud and dramatic sigh falls from him, nudging at the bed petulantly as he whines.

“You’ve got to be joking, did you fall back asleep? Mama!”

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happy simon walker ramblings courtesy of my print signing

[walkersbeloved]

forgive me father for i have sinned

i can't look at brendan brady without getting a raging hard on. every time i look at him i think abt him pissinf inside of me or on me and i get so hard i get nauseous i want him so bad

how many hail marys?

simon walker speech bubble; 10 hail mary’s courtesy of father anthony.