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saw petplay carm. what abt dadtos' sweet fawn daughtergf <33 going full deer in the headlights when voices rise, staying put where dad tells you, being a little eloper if tension makes the air tight <33
fawn!reader who’s offput by anything anger adjacent, so when trinity comes home in a sour mood, you don’t say anything— instead, you trail silently behind her and linger by the bedroom door when she finally rests her feet. she coaxes you over when she notices and watches you shuffle over. “hi, daddy,” you murmur, perched right into her lap. “are you upset?” trinity shakes her head, presses a kiss to your cheek. “no, baby, not with you.” it’s not until you hear those words that you can finally relax, sinking back against her chest <3 poor fawnie doesn’t know how to function around animosity, she wouldn’t be able to handle it if it was coming from her dad :( !!!
fwank castle
fwank castle making you dinner. patting ur arm when you wrap them around his waist, face rubbing against his back. he's fresh out the shower n smells all clean n Man n biteable so you just have to !!! nipping at his shoulder blade n getting a grunt in response. doing it again n again til he's turning the stove off, turning around to back you up against the kitchen island.
"what ?" "nothin'." "you were biting me. you wanted dad's attention, you have it, so what ?" "i love you, dad."
disarming him entirely n giggling before dipping out of his hold, taking yourself back to the couch to finish your cartoon.
fwank castle who watches you watching tv, smile curling at his lips n cheeks goin' a lil red. "love you too, kiddo." back to dinner so you can stare at his back while he cuts up some broccoli. yum.
frank castle x the reluctant girl who ‘doesn’t need to be taken care of’
she has rly poor communication skills. communicates with him by leaving little notes on his nightstand. he wakes up to a little piece of paper that says, “is it okay if i have daddy time a lot today?”
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omg ! tumblr user honeyroots !!! big fan !!!!!!
aiden hear me out. pet play w carmy but when you ask him to play with you, he knows you’re embarrassed so he keeps making you repeat it
ok so bc im a nasty pervert freak i added a hint of fauxcest i hope thats okay honey <333
OH honey i feel sooo faint. its one of those days where you’re just so exhausted and you just need to turn your brain off. you’re inching over to carmy nd sitting on the floor between his legs, pressing your cheek against his thigh. your eyes are all big and shiny and carmen knows exactly where your head’s at. “what’s up, peach?” his voice is just slightly hoarse— probably from yelling all day. his hand finds it’s way to your hair; you try to push impossibly closer against his palm. “dunno. jus’ been kind of a long day.”
“yeah? ‘m sorry, baby,” carmy all but coos at you, watches you fight back a whine when his fingers scratch at your scalp. “you need somethin’ from me?”
“can we, um… can we play for a little bit?”
you can hardly even look at him while you say it.
“play how? gotta tell me more than that, sweetheart.” he’s so mean— that’s what’s going through your head right then. “just— wanna stay like this. ‘nd you keep petting me and calling me nice names. and i don’t have to think.” carmy nods slowly like he’s really thinking about your words. “sounds like you want puppy treatment, doll.” the hand in your hair slips down to your cheek once he sees how you start to shrink in on yourself.
“‘s okay if that’s what you need, nothin’ to be shy over. just wanna hear you say it.”
“dad—”
“it’s alright, baby, say it. say ‘dad, i wanna be your puppy.”
you repeat the words with a whiny tone, and carmen accepts it— for now. “there we go, pup, wasn’t so hard,” he murmurs in that soft tone you’re weak for, thick thumb pressing down on your bottom lip and pushing its way onto your tongue.
in just a few minutes, he’s letting you rub yourself stupid on his thigh— not without making sure you’re reminding yourself of what a good puppy you are for dad every now and then <33
mikey dropping bunny!reader off at uncle!richie's for the weekend but warning him you're tense <3 uncle!richie helping bunny!reader get right back into her skin slowly but surely
⚠︎ — 18+. minors do not interact. fem!reader. tw fauxcest, age play, sexual frustration.
when bunny!reader gets in a mood, it’s hard to shake. the worst part? it’s difficult to get you to even admit that you have a sour feeling. mikey has done everything he can to get you out of this weird funk. he thinks maybe it’s time for you to spend some time with your uncle and cousin, because that usually cheers you up. the walk up to uncle richie’s door turns you into a clinging mess, your overnight bag settled in michael’s hand. “dad! please don’t go! dad, please.” richie is flicking an eyebrow up and offering mikey an inquisitive look. since when did you become a stage five clinger?
“c’mon, kid,” richie grabs you by the shoulder, ushering you into the house before popping out on the patio to ask mikey what’s going on.
“she’s so tense,” michael caresses his scruffy chin, eyes glancing between the door and his truck. he can hear you whining behind the thin walls. in a hushed tone, “been clinging to me for the past two days. i think she needs a break.”
when richie finishes up the conversation with mikey, he slowly enters the house to see bunny playing with kitten. not whining, not climbing all over kitten like she was doing to michael, but passively playing with dolls richie can’t remember the name of.
“hey, why don’t you two go play in kitty’s room? dad’s gotta make some calls,” richie says nonchalantly, but the truth is that he just doesn’t want to hear you and kitten squealing right now.
“not my dad,” you remind him.
“no, maybe not, but i’m your uncle. when dad isn’t here, who is in charge of you?” richie’s serious but his tone is lighthearted, regardless of the fact he’s expecting an answer.
“you,” you offer up, rolling your eyes. richie throws a pointed look, a subtle way of telling you to correct your face without verbalizing it. it’s not often you have an attitude with richie. maybe you can cop one with dad because you feel safe bratting out around him, but you’re usually on your best behavior for richie.
“hey. hey—" richie grabs your attention with a snap. “stay out here with me for a second. let me talk to you before you go play.” with careful steps, you walk toward the couch as kitten disappears down the hall. you’re in trouble, huh? hasn’t even been ten minutes. the look on richie’s expression is pure disappointment, and you’re suddenly aware he knows you’ve been causing mikey problems for the last forty eight hours. the expression stirs your stomach in that humiliating way that’s been happening at home. your panties are damp. again.
he finds himself next to you on the couch, softening his demeanor in a way that feels approachable. why’s his niece being such a brat? “tell your uncle what’s going on.”
you whine, throwing your back against the armrest, spreading your legs just enough to give richie a good look at the soaked gusset of your underwear under your dress. you don’t even realize you’re so wet that the cotton has embedded itself into your folds but you know you’re horny, and the words are just too hard to say. “nothing is wrong!”
“oh bunny… nothing to be embarrassed about. you want some help?” richie’s big hands rest on top of your knees, spreading your legs further to get a good look at your glistening cunt, nearly eating your cotton panties. if you get any wetter, they might disintegrate. “were you too nervous to tell dad what you needed?”
“uh huh,” you whine, bucking your hips up, trying to find any sort of friction.
“you’re so shy because you got a big ole crush on your daddy, hm?”
“can you help me, uncle richie? please?” you can’t take the teasing right now, you’re already too sensitive.
that’s all he needs to hear. your sweet tone, a gentle ‘please’ that sounds like your usual self, and your uncle folds immediately. he positions himself in between your legs, not bothering to strip your panties off, merely moving them to the side so he can get right to the point.
scruff tickles the inside of your thighs as your uncle gets to work, running his tongue along your slit and peppering rough kisses to your clit. the tip of his tongue is satisfying, your sexual frustration finally dissolving as he works you out. with shaking legs, you can’t help the throaty moans that escape from your mouth. he just feels so good down there— his fingers circling your clit, his tongue burying itself in your hole… you can’t even find it in you to warn him before you’re coating his tongue with your orgasm.
“okay, baby,” richie’s mouth shines from your arousal, using his tongue to lick up the residue of your cum from the corner of his mouth, “we can go again later if you need to, yeah?”
his fingers hook into your panties, pulling them off your hips and shimmying them down your legs before bunching them up and shoving them in his pocket. he’ll discard them later or rub one out on them. he hasn’t really decided yet. either way, they’re not hygienic enough to go back on your body. “let’s get you fresh panties on. these fuckers are ruined.”
“m’sorry, uncle richie,” you whine.
“nothing to be sorry for. now give your uncle a kiss, babydoll.”
i hope u guys like kitten & bunny !readers.... honey and i have been pingponging them around in our texts giving 'em whiplash so there is nothing fucked up you can do to them that we haven't already done <33
i wish tumblr did group chats
MIKEY GIVING !!! KITTEN !!! A BOTTLE !! given how hesitant n independent kitten is, in what situation is this occurring
mm mhm yes | cw: 18+, age play, fauxcest (uncle/niece, ref'd dad/daughter)
this occurs when you're over at mikey's, sitting on the couch with your knees pulled to your chest watching cartoons well into the night. you just can't settle down. you have all your things; blanket around your shoulders and stuffie in your lap, thumb and forefinger rubbing at the hollow of the poor teddy bear's ear.
you've tried to sleep, you really have, but uncle mikey's place doesn't smell the same as dad's (similar, but not quite the same) and the radiator doesn't make the same clicking sound and it's just not right. it wouldn't be a problem if it were just you and mikey, but now bunny's getting all turned around too so mikey has to fix it.
frank langdon the type to say “biiiiiiig stretch” when he’s sliding inside you… “there you go, baby, see? you got it” kissing ur wet cheeks oh :(
HOW IS RICHIE HANDLING A PANTS PEE-ER
going miaou miaou. kitten is peeing when she wants something out of it... a longer bedtime, for him to stay home, etc. things you feel too vulnerable to ask for but want bad enough to debase yourself.
if it's at bedtime i think he'd be gentler about it. he's tired and he knows you're tired too, but clearly you haven't satiated some need. sometimes it's just a little longer feeling his hands play with your hair. sometimes you just need him to touch you in any capacity even if it's just wiping you down. sometimes you just want him to sit in the bathroom with you while you shower (kitten!reader pervert exhibitionist agenda).
if it's before he has to go to work he's grabbing the back of your neck, turning it toward the puddle you left on his clothes and bed. "so while i'm gone, baby ? i expect all this to be washed, dried and put back where they belong before you bring your chipper little ass on over to the restaurant. you understand me ?" and you're grumbling under your breath but he knows that's just how you are when you don't get your way. he presses a quick kiss to your temple, pointing one last time at the mess you made before digging up some clothes that pass the sniff test and heading out.
mostly you do what you're told. but if you don't it's punishment time. he has to get clever with those, you like physicality too much for spanking to work. but hovering ? hovering works. taking away all that fierce independence you cling to as a safeguard. he's hovering, being in charge of your baths, of your meals, all big girl cup time becomes bottles not even sippys, proper bottles. he's putting you in a set of pull-ups at night, only allowing you to change when you come to the restaurant. just one day of that and you're a mess of apologies, promising to never do it again.
seeing the name santos set me off ok im back. dad trinity who treats the strap like it’s real <3333 saying shit like “can feel you clenching, baby, you’re so little down here” and “you want your dad to make you a mommy, sweet girl?” 😵💫 lets you warm her strap with your mouth when you ask for paci time, watches you suckle on the tip…. #needthat 😪
YOU WANT YOUR DAD TO MAKE YOU A MOMMY
i'm going crazy. i know she's saying the nastiest shit... "creamin' on me, baby" "my princess could only ever get this wet for her dad, hmm ?" "she's so hungry for me, hmm ? think i should give her what she wants ? fill 'er up ?"
generational aftercare too, kissing all over your face, on your boobs that she was practically massaging, thighs marked red by her grip, and of course the princess attached to her little princess <3
this is my first anon i’m scared but ur blog has me thinking about pope who convinces u that there are no bathrooms around so u have to hold it ( and maybe leak a little . . . ) when there are actually loads of bathrooms near ♡
no scared, only freak !! | cw: piss, daddy kink
pope's so good at it too, all that stoicism on his face unmoving when he's got you in a public place. if he had it his way he's keep you locked up at his place where no wandering eyes could land on you, his angel, his whole world. but he can't have it his way and he likes watching you swipe his card too much to properly stop you. he brought you to a new outdoor shopping mall, he scoped it out alone, of course, he can't bring precious cargo without knowing the layout. but you love new things, were so damn excited you practically dragged him to the car forgoing your usual bathroom pitstop.
you're in some store or another (after awhile they all start looking the same and start losing their price tags) when you start wiggling. he watches you switch your weight from foot-to-foot, one small bag in your hand while the others are held down pope's forearm so he can keep holding yours. you squeeze every few seconds, eyes going glassy before you focus back in on the rack of purses in front of you, bottom lip pulled between your teeth.
"somethin' the matter, kid ?" "uh... no, no 'm fine." "hope it's not what i think it is. no bathrooms around here."
that has you freezing up in place, eyes going all wide and a little watery when you look at him. all fish out of water, lips parted, bottom wobbling slightly as you wiggle again. you clench up, hand squeezing at his again in pitiful desperation.
"what ? wh-what do you mean, andy ? there has to be a bathroom ! isn't it- isn't it, like, illegal not to have bathrooms ? what about the employees ? couldn't- i mean we could just ask—" "you can't just use the employee bathroom, sweetheart. shoulda gone before we left like a smart girl but instead we just had to hir the road." "but- !" "no buts, ah-ah. so we can finish up here and you can hold it or we can head home now."
frankly, neither of those are particularly appealing options but you lean toward the former, stopping in two other stores until you're basically dancing in place. and you know you leaked, can feel it with every step you take, panties clinging and making your face scrunch up. you keep looking at pope, waiting for him to take pity on you but it doesn't happen. every look just gets you a kiss on the forehead, cheeks, nose, lips if you hit him with a particularly hard pout.
it comes to a head when he's trailing behind you and sees the smallest drip down your inner thigh. he lets go of your hand like it burned him, looping his arm around your waist and practically dragging you to the car. you give the tiniest struggle, stopping with a whimper when it makes his forearm press into your lower abdomen in a way that has more drips sliding down your legs.
"we're goin' home, baby. c'mon. just need you to hold it a little longer." "i can't !" "you can, you can 'cause you're my good girl, aren't you ? go on. say it. who's daddy's good girl ?" "i- i am." "yeah you are."
getting so frustrated on the verge of a tantrum that you're smacking the heel of your palm into your forehead over n over til dad stops you,,, all soft n warm n safe letting you smack your hands against him instead 'til you calm down
. . . — CARMEN BERZATTO
⚠︎ — 18+. fem!reader. reader is close to a meltdown (overstimulated by environment), oral (m receiving), slight dacryphilia
The lights are too bright, the noise is too chaotic, and the constant breach of your personal space is sending you into a downward spiral. Pots and pans echo, and fire from the burners makes you feel like you’re suffocating in your button up. Sweaty hands clench near your hips as you glance around the kitchen, and it takes Carmen all of one glance to realize you’re about to shrink to the floor. It’s too busy for a meltdown right now, so his only option is to intervene in the beginning stage of your escalating crisis.
“C’mon,” he’s ushering you into the small office, the click of the door behind you acting as a signal that you can drop to your knees. Everything feels like too much— the walls are closing in, papers skewed across the desk makes the space look cluttered, and the glistening sweat building on your brow bone makes you feel sticky. It’s a sensory nightmare. Carm reaches for his belt, dropping his pants in a fast manner. He’s gotta get you situated quickly if he wants to get back on the floor soon. The orders just keep coming in, and Tina is going to start yelling if he doesn’t come out soon. “Here, sweetheart, here.”
Carm discovered that putting something in your mouth calms you down by accident. In the middle of blubbering over a rude customer, he picked a piece of ice out of his drink cup and popped it in your mouth to regulate you. Ice turned to fingers, fingers turned to his cock… It was never supposed to get that far, but here you were, in your knees waiting for Carm’s cock to act as a soothing pacifier. Rumors of what you two get into circulate the restaurant, but the two of you have never confirmed this dynamic. He knows how you feel about this. The shame of it all. And he knows he shouldn’t be indulging you like this.
He rubs the soft tip against your lips, his soft cock acting as a comforting object turning moments of overstimulation. With an open jaw, you take Carmy into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around his shaft like his cock is a popsicle. Having a popsicle would probably be more appropriate in the workplace, but Carmen knows this tactic is reliable. It works, and why fix what’s not broken? “Look at me.”
You peer up at him through wet lashes, the tears pooling at your waterline as you try to focus on Carmen inside of your mouth. It’s pitiful the way you look, teary and a mouth full of his dick. Your wet eyes are his kryptonite. Fuck, he’d love to see the full blown meltdown, to rub one out to the thought of it later, but he has a business to run, and he doesn’t want everyone else to see you lose control like that. That’s for his eyes only. The feel of your wet mouth stimulates his nerves, his shaft hardening against your tongue, and your breathing begins to slow as his cock grows in your mouth. With your nose nearly pressed into his pubes, you back up on the growing length and focus on holding the first two inches against your tongue.
“That’s right,” Carmy massages your jaw with one hand, using the other to pet your hair. “Good girl. You gotta come get me before you get to this point. Can’t have you having a meltdown on the floor. You know I’m always willing to be your paci.”
ok and what if i said carm’s gotta deal with you for a whole week so mikey teaches him how to get you right. you’re muttering ‘dad’ over and over again while carmen tries to look away. mikey is snapping his fingers, “carm, watch your sister or you’re not gonna know how to handle her.” it turns into carmen rubbing one out while watching mikey fuck you n he’s mumbling “hey.. dad, can you show me that move again?” MIKEY BUSTS
i cant hide this away forever i have nothing to add this is so good this is so good and so perfect and im DIZZY !!!!