In a headlock?!? I fear he'd never. He's rough and he's strong but I can't imagine him headlocking you!
Now choking.... yes. That he would do. It wouldn't take much effort (nor would he want to actually hurt you) but a gentle compression on your slender neck to keep you pinned in place and paying attention? That feels like it's got Frank written all over it.
"Gonna keep squirmin' when I tell you not to sweetheart?" he asks as he keeps pumping his hips undeterred as his giant hand is wrapped around the column of your neck. You felt your breathing narrow just a hair, nearly imperceptible.
"just... wanted to feel it... right there," you try to explain, whining at the way Frank was denying the attention right where you needed it.
"Be a good girl and you'll get what you need doll," he replies, the last part more a grunt as he rolls his hips. "Understand?" he adds, his thumb swiping up and down on your neck gently.
"mmhmm," you answer keeping your hips still like he demanded.
"Good girl," he praises you, releasing his hand from your neck pinning it back on your hip to yank your body down the length of him.
'he would not fucking say that' maybe he would if he knew he was starring in his very own porn fic for the sole purpose of delighting some freaks on archive of our own dot org. maybe he'd play it up for the cameras. ever consider that
A/n: a completely wild and random thot but I felt like being a pick me so if you have a problem I have an inbox…..may continue in another pit of longing 😋
Cw: none, just fluff and non sexual tension lol
not proof read ‼️
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Your hands sunk deeper into your chilled flesh, bubbled with little goosebumps from the soft flush of beach air slapping against you.
Another party at the boneyard, another clumsy accident where you spilled beer all over yourself and now you stood frozen and isolated on a piece of abandoned and bleached wood.
You couldn’t handle the loud boom of the kook’s music, couldn’t handle mingling or flirting with drunk kooks either. Your best friends were off doing just that, drunk and mingling so you took sanctuary by yourself, on a log, counting stars above you and seashells that washed between your feet.
Your hands coddled your arms still, slightly shaking at the cold before you finally decided to call it a night, wanting to trudge alone through the muggy marshes to your grandfathers little wounded and melting shack, eroded from countless storms but still standing sturdy nonetheless.
With your head bowed, weaving through thick crowds of people on the outskirts of the party, typically clumsy and uncoordinated little you, ran smack dab into the chest of the Rafe Cameron.
It wasn’t like you could tell it was him until his mouth opened with a painful hiss of his phone slipping into the sand and a subtle ‘bitch’ peeping from his lips.
Your eyes fluttered up, apologizing with a flamed face and flickered between the floor and his mouth, debating picking up his phone for him.
He, just as stunned, stood there and watched you. You weren’t someone he would ever interact with in a million years, yet he regretting calling you a bitch for the fact you skittishly picked up his phone and simpered apologies like how he spends money.
With a slight tremor in your frail and awkward fingers handed him back his phone, dusting off the sand the best you could.
He shook his head, rubbing his face with a groan (mainly for the inconvenience and self control he took not to speak back to you) before taking the phone with a rude yank and quick ‘thanks’.
You nodded and coddled your arms again as another gust of cold air crept behind you.
Before he left and lost the chance to talk to you again, Rafe awkwardly opened his mouth. He couldn’t stop himself but apart of him only did it out of pity. You almost reminded him of wheezie, skittish and a cumbersome sense of social cues
“you leaving?” He strained, eyes wincing as he looked off the crowd, hoping his friends wouldn’t see him.
You bit your top lip, nervously peeling the skin away with your teeth as you nodded, he took notice you didn’t like eye contact. Was that a choice out of intimidation or were you just fucking weird?
“You cold?” He asked again, bowing his head slightly as he tried to match up your face. The curls of your hair framing and falling into your face to hide, years of swimming had crimped the strands, he assumed.
Maybe he could take you to the beach sometimes. Alone. Together.
He sighed, checking his surroundings one last time before he peeled off his jacket, his stupid tacky collared shirt hiking up his abdomen with it before he gently tossed it to you.
It was a worn down fleece, a subtle faded brown in the dark of the boneyard with a beach musk that smelled too rich for lifetimes you’d never see.
He insisted you put on the jacket, smiling with only a corner of his mouth as he spoke with a shrug, watching you fumble to find the opening for your head and slipped on the slightly oversized coat, enveloped in the warmth it brought.
“Keep it. I know you think im an asshole, but im still a gentleman.”
hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god
I don’t like myself a whole lot but I know I deserve to be called sweetheart by a big beefy broody man that hates everyone but me at least once in my life
After a long drive back from the airport and an even longer deployment, the tension on the car ride home was palpable enough.
Once home, his hand wrapped around a chunk of hair at the base of your head, forcing you into a heavy and thick kiss. Your dragged to the bedroom, your dress hiked up over your ass to expose the dainty underwear your wore obviously for the occasion.
He unbuckled himself hastily, bending down and grabbing your throat, forcing your head back for another heavy kiss. His free hand taking rough swipes at your already slick opening, forcing a thick finger inside to warm you up and you moaned into his mouth.
He pulled away, gently palming at his cock while pulling his fingers away, spreading you open and spitting between the mounds of your ass.
One hand forces your face into the mattress, grabbing another hand full of hair as he bottoms out quickly, letting a near pained cry leave your lips as he started to thrust slow and deep.
During the time apart the only thing that you had were the occasional toys or your weak little fingers to keep you company.
Yet in this position, with your ass raised and your mouth muffled he took advantage of dragging his cock against your cervix, pushing through the velvet walls of your aching pussy to buldge out your stomach.
His weight gently crushing you as he leaned down, forcing himself even further and your cried, nearly trying to escape before his hands moved to hold your hips as he humped you.
He would push himself back up, gaining the advantage of pounding and grinding against your poor cervix, his hand slapping you a couple times until you were spasming around his cock helplessly, the torture of being a little ragdoll was too much for you. But he wasn’t done yet, duh, you still had a long night of making up lost time!
Sigh anyways I’ll try to post more but my life is literally horrendous lately 😿
Spoilers below for anyone who hasn’t watch season two (which what are you doing, go watch neow.) some mention of NSFW dont look at me im a whore.
I am purely entertaining myself but WHEN CAIT AND HER FIGHT N SHE BITES HER- AND THE SMIRK, LIKE HOLY SHIT I LOST IT, LIKE WHERE DID MY PANTS GO WHO DID IT.
LOOK AT HERRRRRR
With her little smirk and the brow raise, like she was amused cait would do pull suc a dirty trick, but I guarantee you if you did that, she’d make the same face, lean in real close n say smth like “I didnt know you were a biter. You’re gunna be a fun one.” And the she’d kinda toss you around or whatever idk.
And when the rat thingy dude (smeech) was all over her and THE GLARE- THE AGGRESSIVE GROWL OMG, like can you imagine someone getting to close to you and how protective she’d be?
AND WHEN SHE PROTECTED JINX AND ISHA??? LIKE JUST- JUST GUARDED THEM??? She so larg she’d crush you.
Also love how the community as a whole accepts the idea of hexstraps being a product in that world. Sevika had a more violet purple one- I’d like to argue about 7 inches, and shes merciless, loves to see how much you take.
Whew this took a turn, anyways, I’ll be back with more rambles just had to type that out of my system lmao.
omg omg omg okay im so glad that everyone is finally hopping on the Sevika train cos ive been loving her since s1 and i am so in love wiht her shes so strong and grumpy and i have this complex where i can totally fix her n id love to sit in her lap and help with her arm, and also do her hair n makeup n i wanna imagine like helping cut her hair and shes so large (im the same height as jinx so its wonderful looking up at her omg omg omg)
Like imagine she returns back to the hideout with wounds and imagine helping her, like gingerly taking a rag and wiping the dirt ad blood from her, helping wrap a bandage around her arm, the subtle soft touches and the lingering gaze and close proximity and how she would just watch your lips as you scolded her for being so reckless. Then she’d like kiss your or smth idk im delulu for her she has been my girl crush for four years now i am not letting go of her istg if anything happens to her ill riot. lol anyways.
Discussions and Details (Simon x fem! Reader- nsfw!)
Guys were gonna pretend i posted this on time.
Anywayyys cw per the viewers requests; p-in-v, size diff, explicit details and all that jazz :3
A/n: this is something that happens a lot between me and my bf, anywhere we go there is always someone asking how we do it and i cannot help but get very embarrassed so please enjoy my rendition of reader and Simon experiencing the same lol
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give your petite stature compared to your boyfriend, there was always the question how you two “do it”
Depending on the person or the social situation, you were hesitant to say anything more than, it’s great. But undeniable, you would flush and squirm, turning inwards on yourself as you recall such an intimate moment with him.
What could you really say without crossing the line of TMI? How he could easily flip you onto your tummy, stuffing you full where his cock bulged from your stomach? His hands met your hips, squeezing the supple flush as he pounded into you, forcing you on your knees and your arms dared to buckle, your face falling into a pillow which gave easier access to grind against your cervix.
crying would happen sometimes, which he would kiss and coo away or relentless rut faster to inch you closer to finishing.
How about when he fucks your throat before tossing you on your back, shoving your knees to your chest? Or when he forces you to sit on his face and you ride his nose? How would people react if you mentioned that you liked when he was rougher?
Hickeys and bruises, little praises and degradations that he prodded you to mimic, out of breath and edging closer with tears, the rigid bulge searing through your cervix. All of it was so much for you to take and yet you were supposed to explain that to someone and not have them react in disgust? A simple ‘good’ was all anyone could muster out of you.
Simon on the other hand, loved to brag about how pliant you were. He would never ever share you, but when the question rose it was safe to say that he kept you plenty stuffed and satisfied. Ho eager ad desperate you were to fuck yourself on his dick while he just held you on top of him. How when he forced you on your knees you’d willingly roll your hips towards him. You were a perfect cocksleeve, nothing more to explain because you were his alone. But he did have to admit he liked when you’d turn red when he’d brag about it.
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This was really short mb guys i love you all sooo much, I’ll try to post some more that isn’t COD, expect that soon…hopefully. XO- lil
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