You've been in a mood recently, every small thing pissed you off and you and your dad got into quite a few fights because of your attitude already, he didn't like how you were being so bitchy recently, especially with the way you were talking to him. You just got back home from a house party your friend was hosting, it was late at night and you hoped that Frank was already asleep, if not you will be in trouble- huge trouble.
You slowly turned the door knob, trying to keep every noise down, staying as silent as you could. But when you opened the door to go in, the light in the living room turned on, and just like that you got busted. Frank stood there, already waiting for you since who knows when, you took in a big breath and waited for him to shout, or start making a scene, but he didn't, he just stayed there staring at you as you idly swayed from side to side.
"Are you going to stay in the door or will you come in?" He asked, voice level totally normal, like you didn't just stumble in drunk to your ass at an ungodly hour. Without another word, you turned around to close the door behind you. You stepped in and got rid of your shoes, almost falling over from the unbalance the alcohol in your system had you under.
He watched as you tried to keep yourself together, and you were starting to wonder if he's not mad at you for sneaking out to get drunk. You wanted to get to the bathroom at least without throwing up, you didn't even realise that you were this drunk, but now you felt the way your stomach protested against the liquids, churning as you took unsteady steps. Frank probably saw the look on your face that you were going to be sick, so he walked over to you and helped you get to the bathroom before you could've threw up all over the hallway.
Just as you reached the bathroom, you fell to your knees, opening the lid to the toilet and retching up the sweet drinks you had just a few hours before, Frank knelt down next to you and helped you by holding up your hair with a hand, with his other hand though you weren't sure what he was doing at first because you were too busy throwing up your insides. He was undressing you, which was actually pretty sweet, now you didn't have to struggle with that and you could just go and plop down to sleep already.
He didn't stop at your underwear though, which was getting weirder but you didn't really pay too much attention to it, your drunk mind played it off. When you were done vomiting up your drinks he didn't let go of your hair, keeping you there.
"What're you doin'?" You asked in a slurred slow speech as you tried to look at him. He didn't answer at first, he just watched you, probably observing the way your eyes were draping almost falling into deep sleep right there and then, or the way saliva ran down your chin.
"I'm just making sure you learn your lesson. You know you can't sneak out like this, nor get drunk without asking me first, right?" He didn't scream or shout, he was talking to you casually, like it was just a normal Saturday night. Was he really not that mad? Then his grip tightened in your hair, pulling a bit rougher so you could feel it but it still wouldn't hurt. "Got it?" He pushed again.
You nodded and he gave you a soft kiss on the forehead before he swiped the spit off of you with a towel. "Good, are you still feeling you're gonna be sick?" You thought about it and you could still feel the weird feeling washing over you that just one wrong movement and you might as well puke again, so you slowly shook your head yes.
He put a comforting hand on your lower back as he whispered sweet things to you that if you get it all out it'll be better. He soothed you as you stayed hunched over the toilet, naked and sweaty from the party and throwing up. His hand was rubbing soft circles into your bare skin but you swore to hell and back that with each soft touch his hand slipped lower and lower, you couldn't see it and you weren't sure if it was just your mind playing tricks on you or if he was actually getting touchy.
Before you knew it, his hand was fondling your ass carefully, you tried to whine out your protest but if you spoke then you'd throw up, you couldn't stop him from whatever he was going to do, you were at his mercy.
"You were a bad girl Y/N, you sneaked out and got drunk without my consent, I'm gonna have to punish you for that. I don't want to, but this is the only way you'll learn from it." You were confused for a second then his hand came down on your ass, slapping it pretty harshly, that will definitely leave a mark. You hissed and inched away from him as much as you could but then your sickness got worse and another wave of puke made its way into the toilet. He didn't give you time to recover from the first slap or from vomiting, no- he slapped your other ass cheek just as hard, and then he caressed it, his warm hand calming down the sting from it just a tiny bit before his calloused fingers slipped between your thighs to cup your pussy in his hand.
"Dad- what, what are you doing? Stawpp- mngh, no, what are you doing?" You garbled in an almost incoherent way as he played with you just as he pulled his hand back to spank your ass again. "This is what you get for being such a hellion, if you try and give me that attitude again after or if you sneak out again I won't go this easy on you next time." The way he said it so calmly made a shiver run over you, then another slap followed, this one harder than the ones before and it made you flinch but his other hand in your hair kept you in one place.
"Daddy- no, please, stooop, I promise I won't do it again," You tried to pleade but he didn't pay attention and his hand was swimming between your thighs again, a few of his fingers running through your labia, giving your hole some attention which made you feel good but it also disgusted you, he was your dad, you were drunk and even under the influence you could tell that this was not normal.
"Sugar, you have to understand the consequences of your actions, I already let you get all mouthy with me a few days ago, I'm not going to let that slip without giving you at least a warning like this." His hand withdrew again just to come down on your pussy this time, giving it a slap which hurt in a different way, you gasped and a hiss left you as he kept torturing you between spanks, slaps and teasing touches.
He stopped at a time and you thought that maybe he was done, but that wasn't near the case, he spit on his hand and smeared it across your cunt before he pushed in two fingers at once, forcing their way inside you. You tried to reach behind with a hand to stop him along your cries but that didn't work, the alcohol didn't help- your hands were way too underpowered for it to even make a difference, Frank kept his fingers sitting inside you; then he started roughly pumping them in and out of you. It didn't necessarily hurt because your body accustomed to his penetration but that didn't mean you wanted it. And you hated it more and more as your body betrayed you by eliciting small moans, which you tried to hold back but it was hard when you were still drunk.
His fingers kept thrusting in and out of you hard and fast, building an unwanted orgasm in you. Tears streaked your face, smudging your makeup even more, you stopped begging for him to stop, he was not going to until you came, and you accepted your fate.
"Aw baby, don't cry, I'm doing this for your own sake, I'm sorry baby, but this is the only way you'll learn." He said in such a sweet tone it broke you even more and you cried harder as he curled his fingers just right and made you climax over his fingers. The orgasm made you throw up again, not from the alcohol though, it was from the disgust you felt and the shock that he just did this to you, you loved your dad but this was not like him, he'd never do anything like this… Until now.
He pulled out his fingers finally and let go of your hair, you gathered all of your energy to stand, everything was dizzy and you were still tipsy, you couldn't look into his eyes as you pushed past him, stumbling from wall to wall as you tried to quickly make your way into your room, but he was faster and came after you to help you get to bed by picking you up by your thighs and back. You writhed in his hands, trying to push him away as you sobbed, but he carried you to bed and tucked you in, he even had the courage to give you a kiss on the cheek.
"Good night Y/N, I love you," He whispered, but there was no way that this night would be good, however your body betrayed you again. The exhaustion from partying all night, throwing up so many times and the orgasm left you with almost zero energy left and you felt yourself slowly drift into sleep.
The next day you didn't really know what happened, how you got into bed or where your clothes were, it was all a big black spot. Like your mind scrapped it from the last frame which was you coming home and getting caught.
i love ptv with all my heart. i’ve loved them for like 10 years now. but i will admit that they (especially being mexican) should speak out about everything going on with ice and the raids…
gerard forcing mikey to do aggressive pet play with them, making mikey crawl around, kicking him in the gut if he says anything but "meow", making him wear cheap little cat ears and shoving a tail plug in his ass... really just thinking bout gerard beating mikey whenever hes not a good kitty, or holding him down and trimming his nails to "declaw" him, but theyre trimming his nails too short and hes bleeding and tracking blood all over the carpet as he crawls on bleeding fingers. gerard getting a collar and bell for mikey, putting it on too tight, mikey pawing at it desperately and crying when his sensitive fingers try to pull on it... hhh.... gerard taking away mikeys glasses cause cats dont wear glasses... blind little mikey... then they cuddle and gerard pets his hair and kisses his nose and its all fluffy and cute until gerard forces him face down ass up and fucks him till he cant think enough to say anything other than pathetic little meows and hissing
early bullets gee is so rapeable. they would freeze up when you pin their hands and look up at you with those big scared eyes like theyve never been touched before
