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the pinky promise AUAUHHRJRFENCN

white ambrosia

cw/// mommy kink, breastfeeding, public sex

words: 2.2k

full transparency this was actually a shalker drabble i had written months ago, which is why there are certain things in this fic that are specific to their dynamic, but i figured it would do better as an x reader fic sooooo...i hope this its okay :) i'm sure it could be a lot better than it is but its late and i tried.

It was a quiet day at the office for once, the telephones ringing every few minutes as they always did, followed by the soft clicking from your coworkers. The walls of your office were thick, but you could still hear most of the hustle and bustle from within.

It was almost soothing.

But then you winced from where you stood at the white board, your hand coming up to grab at your aching breast no matter how hard you tried to fight the urge.

An amused snort came from behind you and turned around to give the man sitting there a warning glare.

“You okay there, boss?” Simon asked, unable to hide how much joy this was bringing him.

“Shut up, Walker,” you replied, pointing to the writing in front of you. “Just focus on the case.”

You fought the urge to grab at your breast again in an attempt to soothe the pain. You’d given birth a few months ago, and while you were technically still supposed to be on maternity leave, you couldn’t handle being away from the job for that long.

It seemed like a lovely idea at first. Your husband didn’t work as much as you did, he’d be perfectly fine with the baby on his own, but now you were in the middle of a briefing with breasts painfully full of milk and no baby to feed or place to pump.

In front of Simon of all people.

“Boss, are you sure you’re okay?” he asked again when he saw you twitch painfully. He sounded much more concerned this time.

You sighed heavily through your nose and rubbed between your eyes. “No, Walker, I just had a baby four months ago and my body is still recovering from that choice—and if you really must know my breasts are currently aching because I need to pump.”

You don’t know why you said it, not really, it wasn't any of his business and out of all the people in the world, he was probably the last person on earth you wanted to know about your aching breasts.

But it was out now and there was no taking it back. Especially when the room had gotten so quiet you could hear Simon’s heavy breathing, and you didn’t have to look at him to know he was frozen in place.

But you would have to look at him to know his cock was currently throbbing.

After a few seconds, Simon finally broke free of the trance he was in, his eyes flickering down to your breasts. “Oh. Uh, well, why don’t you just pump now?” The words fell from his mouth without a second thought.

Fuck. His palms were sweating.

“Walker.”

“H-Hey, I mean it,” he insisted, raising his hands up in a show of innocence, “we’ve known each other for long enough. I don’t mind.”

“And I’ve had your strap up my ass,” the quiet part of his brain added unhelpfully.

You gave him a pointed look. “Walker, I really don’t have time for th—“

“Would this really be the worst thing we’ve done together?” he asked, being a bit more blunt now. He wasn’t sure why he was being so insistent about this. He hadn’t even meant to say it in the first place. But now that the both of you were here anyway…

You stared at him blankly for a few seconds, lips pulled down into a frown, before you huffed noisily and walked over to your bag. “Lock the door would you? And close the blinds.” There was a nervous edge to your voice that you had tried hard to hide, and you were momentarily grateful that Simon couldn’t see the way your hands were trembling inside your bag.

Simon stood there for a moment, a little stunned that you had agreed, before he rushed to do as instructed. A small smirk of victory was visible on his face when the blinds pulled shut, an expression you were trying very hard to ignore for the sake of your own dignity.

Simon plopped back down on the couch, watching intently as you pulled some contraption out of your bag.

The pump burned in your hand just as Simon’s gaze burned into the back of your head. You couldn’t believe that you—

Whatever. You were the one with the upper hand.

You turned around, not bothering to spare him a glance as you hiked your shirt up around your chest, pulling the cups of your black bra down over your breasts to reveal your nipples, trying hard to pretend that Simon wasn’t very openly staring at your body a few feet away.

Simon felt his breath catch in his throat. He’d never seen you naked before. It was one of your rules. You fucked him, never the other way around, and he wasn’t to see you naked. It was a cruel thing, something that you'd always taken pleasure in, and something that drove him so maddeningly insane with desire.

Now you didn’t seem to care less about it. As if this wasn’t the equivalent of an angel revealing themselves to a mortal.

His pants tightened around his dick and he fought the urge to squirm as he watched you hook the cups up to your breasts.

The sight shouldn’t have been arousing, by all means it looked almost alien, but the sight of your swollen nipples inside the pump made his belly ignite with a familiar fire.

The machine whirled to life, white milk filtering through the nozzle before flowing into the bottle at the bottom, and to his horror, he felt himself get harder.

You let out a soft moan of relief at the release of pressure and gently palmed the top of one of your aching breasts. When your eyes fluttered open, your gaze landed directly on Simon.

He crossed his legs in an attempt to hide the very obvious boner bulging from his jeans. His reflexes were quick, but not quick enough, and the light pressure on his dick forced a soft whine from his throat against his will.

“Walker. Really?” you asked, sounding completely exasperated at the sight in front of you.

Simon’s cheeks flushed and he looked away, seeming genuinely embarrassed. “M’sorry. I was trying to hide it.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose between your fingers. “What is it? My breasts or are you…” you trailed off, looking at him with an expression he could only describe as pained and disappointed.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he whispered, suddenly sighting off the urge to cry. “I—I just…both.”

“Both,” you repeated.

“Is it really that weird?” he huffed. “I’m sure there’s thousands of people that would agree. It’s just…really intimate.” He struggled for any excuse to explain away his depraved behavior, trying to push away the shame that was creeping its way in.

“Is this part of your whole…thing,” you asked, gesturing around wildly.

“I don’t have a thing!” Simon scoffed.

“The mommy thing, Simon,” you reminded him, purely for the satisfaction of watching his face go red again.

“You—” he groaned. “…fine! Yes, it is. Is that what you want to hear?” He refused to look you in the eye, keeping his gaze trained on his boots. His face felt warm and he didn’t have to see his reflection to know how red he probably was now.

You looked at him for a long minute, eyebrows pulled together the way they always did when you were thinking, before you reached up to stop the pumping of your machine, detaching them from your breasts.

Your nipples had swollen up more from the suction, beads of white pebbling up at the tips. A hot wave of arousal coarsed through Simon’s body at the sight of you.

Your breasts bounced as you walked towards him, taking a seat beside him on the sofa. “How badly do you want this?” you asked, not needing to explain what you were referring to.

Simon’s eyes moved to fixate on your nipples and the milk leaking from them. His cock felt like steel inside his pants. “Um, really…really bad,” he whispered. He looked down at you with his pretty blue eyes, practically pleading like a puppy dog.

“Fine. Just this once, okay?” You declared before cupping the back of his head with your hand and bringing his mouth down to your breast, making him gasp at the abruptness.

He latched on instinct, taking your nipple into his mouth with a soft moan, tongue tucking underneath the bud as his mouth began to suck at it gently, warm milk flowing inside.

“Mmh—“ he whimpered, shocked at how fast it was spurting into his mouth. His throat flexed as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful, feeling stupidly content.

The taste was sweeter than he expected with a slight bitter aftertaste. To him, it was like ambrosia.

His cock was leaking steadily inside his underwear, leaving behind a large wet spot he could feel soaking through the fabric of his jeans.

“You latched so easily,” you murmured as you stroked his hair. You could see his Adam's apple bob with each swallow. He looked so sweet like this, so content, as if the worry and pain you’d become so accustomed to seeing in his eyes suddenly melted away.

Simon made a pitiful noise and squeezed his thighs together. His hands dug into the meat of your arm, trying to push your breast deeper into his mouth like some kind of feral animal.

“Shh, slow down,” you chided him softly. “You’ll make yourself sick.”

Simon pulled away then, trying to catch his breath, his mouth leaving behind a sticky trail of salvia. “Mama,” he whined. “Touch me, please.”

He let his head rest on your shoulder and breathed heavily out through his mouth. His belly felt full and his mind hazy, but he didn’t want to stop, not yet.

He latched on again without another word, this time grabbing your breast with both of his hands and squeezing, trying to push more out into his mouth. His hands were eager, trying to take all that he wanted through greedy gulps and squeezes.

You made a soft noise in the back of your throat before you reached down to unbutton his jeans with shaky fingers. You palmed over his erection with gentle touches, making him spurt more into his boxers, before slipping your hand inside and pulling him free.

His moan was muffled against your breast, his hips rocking into your hand while his mouth worked against your nipple. His brain was fogged, lost in the comfort of your body and the pleasure your hand brought.

“You’re being so gentle,” you cooed. Your hand worked against his hard cock steadily, spreading his pre around with a pornographic sound.

Simon shuddered at the praise and moved his body closer. His cock throbbed in your hand at the attention and sweet words, already threatening to spill all over you.

He pulled his mouth away with a whine. “Mama—mmh.”

“Full, love?” you asked and Simon nodded, almost looking sleepy.

He bit his lip and blinked around hazily, his eyes glazed over. He was milk drunk.

“Mmfph—close,” he whimpered. “Lemme cum.”

Your nails scratched against his scalp teasingly as you squeezed the base of his cock, pulling a ruined groan from his lips. “Always so fast, aren’t you?”

Simon moaned pitifully and tried to hide his face. “N-No.”

“Is this all it takes for you, sweetheart?” you asked, hand now fondling his balls. “Milk and some sweet talk for you to go brain dead?”

“Mama,” he hiccuped, “lemme cum, gonna cum, please…”

You increased your pace and nibbled the shell of his ear with your teeth. “Come for Mama, Simon. Show me how much you want it.”

Simon made a soft noise in the back of his throat and came with a loud whine, pressing his face into your neck as if to hide from his own pleasure, making a mess all over your hand. His fingers dug deep into your skin as he rode out the waves of his orgasm, almost bruising.

Your words were gentle coos in his ear, coaching him through every twist and turn of an orgasm that was turning his brain to mush.

“You almost drank me dry on this side,” you huffed when he came down from his high.

“Sorry,” he slurred, not sounding sorry at all. He was quiet for a moment, resting his weight against you, tummy full and aching, before he spoke again. “That wasn’t too weird, was it?”

You pet his cheek gently, guiding him up to look at you. “No, Simon,” you assured him, not wanting him to feel shame for a second.

“I don’t wanna scare you off,” he blurted. “I just…this is nice. I wouldn’t want you to run away because I’m too weird or something.” He tried to keep his tone casual, but you could detect the anxiety in his voice.

“There’s nothing you could do that would scare me off. Promise, alright?” You held out her pinky finger, waiting.

Simon looked down at your hand and back at you, expression full of amusement, before relenting with a sigh and wrapping his pinky around yours. “Okay. Promise, then.”

#simon walker #simon walker x reader

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gothushi · 2 days ago

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#i have to force myself to take rob out of the running.

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gothushi · 2 days ago

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AHHHHH! I’m the anon who wrote the ask about Simon waking you up by grinding on your leg and OMG yes it’s soooo Seb coded!! And maybe even Luke coded if he’s having a bad night sleep because of the pain in his eye. I feel like with Seb and Luke you could just sleepily pet their hair and whisper soft encouragements to them and they’d be cumming in seconds

not gna be as soft sowwy :3

birds faintly chirp, the garden out the back door the perfect haven for the little creatures. only thing is, you’re used to it and can sleep through them. seb can’t.

he whines lowly, rolling over in bed, the overhead fan blowing lightly at his hair as he squints. dammit. he’s tired, wants to go back to bed.

looking over at your sleeping form, he sees you on your back, an arm above your head, sprawled out comfortably. your thin little tank, covered in a cherry print, does nothing to hide how your nipples are pebbled from the cool air of the fan blowing down. he’s like a personal heater, so you’ve grown accustomed to always sleeping/cuddling with it on.

huffing, because his morning defaults are tired or horny, and when he’s staying over, he always ends up being both. he rolls over, tucking himself against your side, mumbling around a yawn. his hand shoves the hem of your tank up, just over your boobs, moaning quietly when his tongue meets a hard nipple.

you’re a bit of a heavy sleeper, and have grown used to him suckling on your tits during the night. it’s a comfort thing. his other hand massages the other, laid comfortably for a few minutes. a leg shifts over your lap, pressing his half hard cock against your bare thigh.

surprisingly, seb can be a patient boy. he grinds slow, just enough to work himself up. almost all of his attention is on your nipple instead, laving over it, nibbling gently, drooling all over your boob and his chin. he smears his cheek in it, nuzzling with a soft whimper.

it’s when his cock throbs that he can’t take the barely there touch anymore. he shifts, back arching so he can crane his hips down, humping onto your leg with a steady pace he knows will only take a few minutes to make him cum. he licks affectionately over your nipple, suckling it between his mouth, having the passing thought of wishing it were your puffy clit.

you finally stir some, because seb’s huffing through his nose so he can stay latched on for as long as possible. the arm above your head moves, sleepily finding his mused up hair. he whimpers, pushing his clothed cock harder against your thigh. if you were down there, you’d see the way his teenie tiny boxers do nothing to hide the edges of his bush, full balls aching to be emptied as they spill from the leg hems.

“mmh… lovie..”

“‘ama..” he gasps against your ruddy nipple when you comb through his hair, fingers snagging on a few tangles and getting them out before resting at the nape of his neck.

“mhm. hi, baby..” you tilt your head some, eyes finally opening. “couldn’t wait..?”

seb’s cheeks are flushed, eyes lidded and he’s made a… downright nasty mess of drool. his cheek is wet, his chin, it’s covering your entire boob and when he pulls up, there’s a few sticky strings of it.

he giggles, shaking his head before his brows furrow, a proper moan spilling from his lips as his jaw drops. “uhhnn, no, ‘m sorry, mama…”

you coo, smoothing your hand down by his jawline, before twisting your wrist, thumbing over his lower lip. easily, he accepts the digit, tongue laving over your finger as he suckles it into his mouth.

your other hand finds his, dragging it up by your neck till you can kiss his palm, letting him cup it over your cheek. “naughty boy… how dare you,” the scold is playful, not at all serious as he ruts against your thigh with increasing efforts.

“mh! feels- goofmmh!” his eyes roll, whining around your thumb as it hooks into his cheek, pressing against his slobbery mouth till his tongue lolls out. he tries to duck his head, but you keep him up as his cheeks go pink, honey strands falling around him.

his cock is aching, full, trapped beneath his little printed boxers and just dying to get out. he won’t though, because he likes this. likes humping on your leg like a puppy dog, giving in to base instinct to just get himself off.

“hmm…” you sigh sleepily, almost ready to go back to sleep. your hand shifts, fingers turning in his mouth till you can fit two in. long fingers spread over his tongue, making a peace sign so his tongue fits right between them.

seb’s eyes roll, a whiny noise spilling from his lips as he jerks down ontop of you. “ah- ma-“

“yeah?” his tongue is covered in drool, gagging a little with teary eyes.

“ahm- mm..” he tries to swallow, but it’s no use with the way you keep his mouth pried open. spit dribbles over his plush lower lip, wetting the valley of your tits. he looks straight from a porno, cheeks flushed pink, teary eyes, brows furrowing up. god, you wish you could reach your phone.

“gonna cum?” you croon, using your fingers in his mouth to make his head nod yes. it’s a little humiliating and he likes it.

“uh huh? nasty boy, humpin’ me like some mutt. g’na cream your boxers ‘n make a mess?”

oh, right there, his cock throbs, his balls tightening. he’s gonna cum, it feels so goo-

“my cute little whore.”

he cries, chewing down on your fingers with a weak sob. his back arches as he knees dig into the bed, and then he’s squirting into his boxers, squirming around like a kicked puppy.

#seb as if #seb as if x reader

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gothushi · 2 days ago

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mhnfndndkdnxn this is so seb coded too but instead of being rly shy and sheepish u stick ur fingers in his mouth to hold his head up and he moans like a pornstar with his tongue out

I love the idea of Simon waking you up by humping/grinding against your thigh. Bless the sweet boy he was being so gentle at first, trying his hardest not to wake you, but he ends up just so lost in the pleasure of it all he forgets to be gentle and he starts aggressively chasing his orgasm. You wake up just before he’s about to cum, from the fact he’s basically shaking you, and you watch him babble about how sorry he is for waking you and how good your thigh feels and how desperate he is. Maybe you don’t say anything or maybe you sooth him and watch as he cums from your honeyed words

okay. hello. this made me so dizzy give me a second to get my thoughts in order. simon loves touching u when ur asleep, shoving his face in the back of ur neck while he rubs against u. he gets so horny in the mornings when he first wakes up and it just feels natural to pull u into him and take care of himself that way.

but he’s also so stupid and for whatever reason thinks you won’t wake up to him humping you like a dog and gets embarrassed when u do. not uncommon for him to squeak and hide his face in ur neck so u don’t see him while he keeps going and u have to pry his head out so he looks at you.

i think this is also smth he does when he’s asleep as well. he’ll just roll completely on top of u and start humping when ur slowly suffocating from his weight OAJAOAJA. and it’s so cute but it’s also like “ok we need to do smth abt this bc ur going to kill me in ur sleep”

it doesn’t help how much u tease him either. the second u wake up to it ur cooing at him and touching him and turning his brain into jelly.

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When rob makes you squirt, it makes him cum without even touching himself.

you think you’re going to die

no, maybe just straight up disintegrate

or maybe you think you might just piss yourself

it’s been… what? four orgasms? that’s a new record for your poor little pussy, who’s consistently crying creamy cum as rob fingers her. you’re left to kick and writhe around uselessly, because his other hand is holding the newest addition to tonight, a vibrator, onto your puffy clit.

it pulses at a fast setting, a quick bzz bzz bzz, rather than constant vibrations. it’s torture, hips bucking up into it every time. it even pauses after about six pulses before starting again, ruining the rhythm in a deliciously painful way.

“nnh- da-mhp!” you can’t even cry out properly for him anymore, because after the second orgasm when you tried to bite him, he shoved his boxers into your mouth. the fabric is soaked with your spit, overwhelming your senses with the musky scent of his crotch, along with sweat from the day. it wraps around your skull, invades your tastebuds and nose, makes you dizzy with him.

“quiet, you’re gonna cum again whether you like it or not. then you’ll get my cock.” his first words are mean, sharp, two fingers pistoning into your cunt with perfect precision, lewd, wet sounds as if this were actually a porn video. then, his tone goes soft, condescending, “you still want it, don’t you, baby? my fat cock splitting you open?”

jesus, you’re crying now. yes, yes, you want it. obviously, who wouldn’t want that? his cock is fat, hung down between his thighs and leaking a thin string which causes your mouth to water, seeing the way it peeks from his foreskin.

your cheeks flame red hot, tears spilling down to your hairline as you muffle a sob into his boxers. the vibrator bzz, bzz, bzz’s– and pauses. all you can do is nod, because whether you like it or not, you’ll never disappoint him. even if it seriously, the vibrator comes to life again, really feels like you’re about to–

the first spray has you squealing, a noise that tears through your throat painfully as your legs draw up, then kick out. you almost hit his arm as he throws the vibrator aside, letting it buzz uselessly on the bed so he can rub three fingers back and forth on your clit.

you’re soaked, a clear spray shooting out uncontrollably. you think you might black out, if not for the way you can hear his groaning praises with each shot of liquid.

“soaked fucking pussy-“

“ohh, gimme it, gimme it, fuck-“

“nasty little cunt, fuckin’ squirtin’ on me,”

rob could continue, could force more of the heavenly liquid from your abused pussy, but your daddy is nice and knows when you’re close to your limits. so, instead of sticking his dick inside you, he pulls his wet hands away. a hard slap lands on your puffy lips, making you whimper pathetically before you’re crowded by his body.

“c’mon baby,” he pulls the dirty boxers from your mouth, huffing a raspy laugh with the way he feels you bite down on them for a moment, not wanting to let go. his cock is fattened, twitching with another drool of cum because he made a mess, straddling your upper body. a hand cradles your head, lifting you up some, “take it, here, open-“

he’s panting, sweat stuck to his skin, eyes feral and heated as he feeds you his cock. disappointingly, most of his cum is on the bed between your thighs, but with a whiny huff, you suckle out the last drops of it, moaning at the tangy taste, and something new, your own squirt. he fucks into your mouth quick, feeling your tongue go slack on the underside of his shaft, hot and heavy in your mouth.

that’s the first time he’s ever cum untouched, not a single breath on his cock besides your squirt soaking him. his stomach is dripping, because he seems to have been the main target of your orgasm, and we won’t worry about the bed below.

his balls nudge against your chin, bush wet with cum and slick as it tickles your cheeks, and then he’s cumming again.

jet after hot jet gets shot down your throat, bleary eyes barely able to watch as his jaw drops. he moans, blues fluttering and rolling back into his skull as his big thighs shake on either side of you. you can feel the way he tightens up, balls jerking on your chin, grinding in as deep as he can get before he whimpers.

he pulls away, a string of bubbly drool breaking over your neck as you both pant obscenely. his wet cock smacks down over your tits before he shuffles to lean over you, capturing your lips in a slow, messy kiss that is really just the two of you licking like dogs on a peanut butter treat.

“you’re so fuckin’ hot, baby, didn’t know you could do that.” his bright smile nearly blinds you, makes your cunt leak a weak drool of creamy cum.

“mmh… do wha’..?”

he laughs, he has to, you’re so cumdrunk that all he can do is cradle your wet cheek and coo. his other hand wiggles between you two, finding your over sensitive clit with a few slow rubs, relishing in the fresh tears falling from your eyes at the touch.

“little pussy squirted all over me, honey,” he noses at your face, lapping up a couple salty tears. you think your heart skips a beat or two, hips jutting upwards as the feeling comes back to your legs.

“oh,” you giggle quietly.

“oh? that’s all you gotta say?” he laughs with you, a slight scold as he brings his fingers up to slowly press the two of them onto your tongue.

you moan, eyes rolling as you taste yourself, let him push cum onto your tongue while you suckle on the digits like a fidget toy, muffling your words.

“mh– t’ank you, dabby–“

“yeah…” he groans appreciatively, smiling, “good girl.”

#extinction rob #rob extinction #extinction rob x reader

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gothushi · 2 days ago

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Happy birthday, darling! Have a handsome Neil for your viewing pleasure:

hehe thank u baby <3

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gothushi · 3 days ago

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OUHHTJRKFJJSND

green with envy

just a short blurb :)

“Brendan—“ Simon’s moan was loud and unabashed, tossing his head to the side. He had his arms flung above his head on the mattress and his legs hanging over Brendan’s shoulders, the backs of his thighs pressed against his chest so that he was effectively bent in half.

“Shh,” Brendan repeated for what felt like the twentieth time that night, slapping his palm over Simon’s mouth with a firm glare. “Not so loud, Walker.”

But Simon wasn’t listening—not that he ever did—and moaned louder against his palm. Brendan’s cock pressed against his prostate just right like this. He couldn’t have been quiet if he tried.

He pushed Brendan’s hand away with a soft grunt, panting heavily into the space between them. Brendan’s face was so close to his in this position and Simon so badly wanted to kiss him.

“Don’t tell me to be quiet,” he fussed, too busy staring at the other man’s mouth to care about sounding annoyed. “Shit—“

“Do you want everyone to hear you?” Brendan asked, referring to the small party downstairs. Cheryl had put together a friends dinner that night, bringing a gaggle of their closest friends into the shared flat. Joel, Theresa, Ste, Doug, the whole lot of them were sitting on the couch with Cheryl right now watching something on the television after their meal.

And Simon, the needy thing, had never been able to behave around Steven, subjecting the entirety of the party to his unsubtle attempts at groping Brendan beneath the table, the open mouthed kisses along his neck, at one point he’d even tried to rope Brendan into feeding him with his fork. It was crude and ridiculous, the kind of thing Brendan had always loved, but was a bit excessive on Simon’s part in that moment, even for him.

But here they were now, naked in Brendan’s bed while all their friends chatted downstairs, and with Simon bent in half and taking his cock so deep he had to grab the headboard for stability.

A smile formed on Simon’s face, clearly thinking about how uncomfortable he was probably making Ste downstairs. “Yeah,” he said it as if it was obvious. “What other reason would I have?”

Brendan’s cock twitched inside Simon despite himself. His mouth latched onto his, cupping his cheek with a delicate touch as his tongue pushed inside his mouth. Simon whined into the kiss, his hands clawing at Brendan’s neck.

“You’re disgustin’, you know that?” Brendan laughed when he pulled away.

Simon mewled loudly. Brendan had increased his pace, now fucking into him so hard it made his cock jump against his tummy. “Am I—Am I better than him?” he asked suddenly, their eyes locked onto one another.

He didn’t have to say the name for Brendan to know who he was referring to, his belly twisting with heat. He didn’t know why he found it so hot, knowing that Simon was jealous enough of his ex to bring him up in bed. It made him feel desired, some sick part of himself taking pleasure in his partners needy insecurity.

Or maybe he just got off on the taboo of it all.

Brendan pushed his cock deeper. “Better than who?” he purred.

Simon whined. “You know who.”

Brendan leaned forward until Simon was bent in the middle. “Say it.”

A flush colored Simon’s cheeks. Brendan was trying to call his bluff.

He was quiet for a second, looking Brendan in the eyes with an intensity that could only exist between the two of them.

“Ste,” he murmured.

“His full name.”

Simon’s thighs trembled. He looked humiliated. “Steven.”

Brendan groaned, low and long, and kissed Simon in reward. “You wanna know if you’re better than him?” He smirked, kissing Simon’s nose. “In what way, love?”

*Love.* Simon’s belly fluttered. He clenched his eyes shut for a second before opening them. “All of them,” he whimpered, not meaning to sound so pathetic.

Brendan pretended to ponder for a moment, making a show of stroking his finger along Simon’s red cheek before he spoke. “Yeah. You’re prettier than him,” he murmured and Simon wailed. “Oh—you liked that, huh?”

“Keep going,” Simon begged. “Please.”

Brendan griped his chin. “Keep going, huh? You wanna be told how much louder you are than him, how much prettier you sound, how much *tighter* you are?” It was filth and *so* wrong on every level to say, disrespectful to the bond he had shared with Steven what felt like years ago at this point, but the look on Simon’s face, the flush of his cheeks, the way his eyes lit up—Brendan couldn’t deny how much more he cared about that.

“Yeah—“ Simon hiccuped. He panted heavily, looking uncharacteristically vulnerable as he gazed up at Brendan through his lashes. “Do you love me more than him?”

Brendan raised an eyebrow, a bit taken off guard. “Simon—“ his voice was soft and the other man groaned.

“No, don’t do that—answer the question. Please.”

His sweet, jealous bunny.

“I love you more,” he affirmed, pressing a soft kiss to Simon’s inner thigh.

“More than—than you ever did him?” Simon pried desperately.

“More than I ever did him,” he murmured.

“Prove it,” Simon begged, too cock drunk to think straight. “Show me.”

Brendan leaned down so that his mouth was next to Simon’s ear, taking his wrists into his hand and pressing them against the mattress in a tight hold. “Let them hear you.”

It was a simple command, softer than any other of the night, and yet it conveyed so much more than the others had.

“H-Hah—“ Simon cried out when the tip of his cock pressed against his prostate again, loud enough for the party downstairs to hear. It sounded wanton and ruined, torn from his throat like he was being exorcised.

“Louder, sweetheart. How else will he hear?” It was a cruel and perverted request, but Simon writhed beneath it like a whore.

“Brendan,” he moaned. His cock hurt, balls drawing up tight. “Mlovyo,” his words squished together, clearly in an attempt to hide what he was saying.

“What was that?” Brendan cooed. “Don’t get all shy now, Simon. Say it.”

“I love you,” Simon whimpered.

Brendan shivered. “I love you too,” he whispered, low enough that only he could hear, like some kind of confession between the two of them. “Can you cum for me?”

The second gentlest command of the night and one Simon couldn’t ignore.

He yelled when he came, an over exaggerated noise so that it could be heard below, so loud that heads turned to look up the stairs.

Cum splattered onto his belly in a sticky pool, Brendan following along behind him, releasing inside him with a grunt.

“Fuck—“

“You think they heard?” Simon asked, not even giving Brendan enough time to come down from his high.

The question pulled a snort from him. “Yes, Simon. They definitely did.”

A small smile tugged at his lips, smug and arrogant. “Mmh.”

Brendan felt a wave of aggression over come him, the kind that made him want to squeeze Simon’s face until he popped.

He settled for a kiss instead. “You’re a brat.”

“There’s nothing wrong with—sending a message,” Simon argued softly and Brendan scoffed.

“I don’t think we need to send a message, Simon. The way you groped me at dinner was enough.”

“Still…” he said petulantly. “I just want to be sure.”

On the dressed, Brendan’s phone pinged. He gave Simon one last kiss before he retrieved it, flopping down onto his back beside him.

Cheryl: Are you two heathens done now.

Brendan smiled and tossed his phone back onto the dresser before rolling over, caging Simon beneath his body again and kissing him sloppily. “Again?”

#simon walker #brendan brady #bralker

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gothushi · 3 days ago

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hi ewwie gofushi mwah u r so swag

hiiiiii tanks :p

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gothushi · 3 days ago

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will be back w content this week! my friends surprised me for my birthday so my weekend has been busy <3 but ill b resting now so its back 2 writin for me

#puppy play almost done #will maybe poll or just do charlie smoking one next

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gothushi · 3 days ago

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started my period😞so now i’m bothering u for simon taking care of his mama on ur period headcanons

deepest condolences </3 might add 2 this tomorrow but its 4am….

• he gets so mad n grumpy tht his mama is in pain, rly has to keep himself in check bc he isnt gna take it out on u, but he just wants to throw a tantrum bc u visibly dont feel well

• just ask him sweetly for one thing n hes offering five more. fills ur hot water bottle/plugs in the heating pad and then notices u need more water/juice/soda so he takes care of tht, then asks if u want a snack and prattles on about options, then hed b like ‘u need a blankie!’ n it goes on for forever (till u ask him softly to sit and rub ur feet)

• when its later at night and ur all comfy, cozied up and stocked with whatever u need/want, he sits on the floor near u and colors. ur watching a show or browsing on ur phone or reading n then hes pawing at u to show u his finished picture. his current favorite book is garden themed with little animals and flowers

• despite how he hates u being in pain, he likes when ur on ur period bc u sleep in a bit later every morning. which means he gets to sleep in and gets more mama cuddles.

• rubs ur tummy for u and will massage overtop of the heating pad if wanted

• has to do snack runs with the little list u wrote up for him. will grab u more products n whatever u jotted down for an easy dinner and sweets after. he gets himself an extra candy for the journey home n he feels so guilty he cries abt it the second hes in the door and looks at u

• u get a bit reasonably moody which means a bit more snappy which means more tears from him. just melts ur heart bc he knows deep down its mamas bad mood and not his fault so he tries to hold in his tears till u ‘oh bunny… mamas sorry, cmere honeybun.. u think im mad at u?’ weeps like a baby

• the solution to tht is cuddles. n over 50% of the time when ur cuddling, he has ur shirt pushed up to suckle on ur nipples. its not even remotely sexual, he knows ur boobs hurt n he needs soothed, so its a win win when he gets to fall asleep with his lips on a nipple, other boob cradled in his big hand. drools like a faucet though n he gets all embarrassed

#simon walker #simon walker x reader

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gothushi · 5 days ago

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i was otp w a friend so i had to stop reading halfway😞 but

imliterlaly drooling like a god damn dog let me out of my cage i promise i wont bite ill be good i will definitely behave OUAHEBFNNENF

this is. so beautiful with a touch of angst my favorite i do not have words and the. t rh. the mommy. my tail wagged so hard it snapped off

also i giggled at the ‘you want it?’ bc rob does the same thing in the fic im writing >_<

the cunt sniffing and the squeezing and the strawberry sheets and the. t. ouhbrbfbnfnfkdnandmnxkwndkwncksnckdnckd I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT

kiss me once

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

happy birthday ellie bellie :))) @gothushi

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—

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.”

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