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not a real acc

[lost-foal]

THIS IS MY FANFICTION REPOST ACCOUNT sorry it's gonna be smutty yall probably don't know me. im no one

tw: could have dark fanfictions. dont judge me

[gitfiles]

Noah Wyle's hands, for reasons (1/?)

[dirtygir1]

honestly, reader cheating on robby bc she work nights with him and robby is always shrugging of her attempts to FUCK and jacks just being a good friend by taking care of her every night >_<

this was supposed to be small. i had a lot of fun with this i got reeeally carried away. multiple positions, kinda referenced his quinn audio?? sue me. downtalking Robby, cheating obviously, Jack finished in you. fuck that Robby guy tho he can’t fuck you like Jack does

venting to him one day about it between patients on like your break, “he just..i dunno he won’t touch me anymore, i think it’s because of what’s happening up in that head but he won’t talk about it with me either..” you’re all pouty, Jack can’t help himself. “i’ll talk to him slugger, you wanna catch a bite with me after work?”

a bite turns hanging out at home after work, which isn’t anything crazy, because you’re all friends. known each other for years. and Jack isn’t a pushy guy, but you notice the way he rubs up your knee, or how he looks at you when you change into comfy clothes.

“is robby still..dodgy?” Jack asks, rubbing at your leg that’s slung over his thigh. your smile fades and you sigh. “yeah. i mean..i just don’t know how to talk to that guy anymore. he feels so far all the time.” “and you’ve been initiating, right? like we talked about?” “yes! i wear fucking sexy, expensive lingerie, i-i touch on him, rub him. nothing.”

you’re closer now, arm to arm with your body turned into his. his brows furrow, rubbing at the growing stubble on his cheek. Jack wraps his arm around you now, palming at your hip lovingly and allowing you to lie on his chest. “and toys don’t..i mean is that still on the table for you?” “i use them..but it just..gets boring after a while. tiring. i wanna have sex, not just..play with myself all the time.”

the image of you with your legs spread, using a dildo or wand on yourself is front and center of his mind. he sees you whining with frustration, bucking your hips needily. jesus. “i mean is it me? did i do something, am i just not sexy anymore? you’d tell me if he told you that, right, Jack?” you’re looking at him with big, tear brimming eyes while you paw at his chest. Jack is a weak man, sweetie.

“of course i’d tell you sweetheart, he’s..Robby’s somewhere else right now. don’t blame yourself you’re..you’re so sexy. sexiest girl i know, that’s for sure.” he gives you a gentle smile, but you’ve still got that pouty, needy look on your face. “really?” “yes really honey, robby’s bein’ real stupid…”

he’s gazing into your eyes, mind racing as he licks at his lips. “he’s being mean too.” “real mean. i’d..never be mean to you.” he can’t help himself when he closes the gap between you two, pushing his lips onto yours. you moan upon impact, fisting his shirt as he grabs at your body, rubbing down your hips before hoisting you fully onto his lap.

he feels how much you need this in the kiss, pushing your tongue in his mouth, your hands snaking up his neck and into his hair, yanking it slightly. the way your body arches into his, legs raising slightly to kiss him harder, pushing him deeper into the couch. you moan when you feel your clothed cunt drag along his bulge, brows furrowing hard before grinding down, getting a sound out of him.

“fuck.” he whispers, still messily kissing you, hands now grabbing at your warming love hands under your big shirt. your ring twists into his curls, making him wince, which makes you pull away. “are you ok??” you pull your hand away, letting him take it softly in his. “your-your ring, got my hair.” your ring. your wedding ring.

“oh my god. Jack i..” you put your hands on his chest, scooting down off his lap, though still straddling his thighs. “i can’t do this with you, oh my god..” you rub your hands down your face, the cold metal against your hot skin feels like a zap. “wha..why not?” he breaths, brows pinched with confusion as he pulls your hands away from your face.

“Robby, Jack. i..he’s my husband i can’t do that to him! i’m so terrible!” you scoff, eyes wide with fear. “you’re not terrible, what’re you scared of? betraying him?? what the fuck has he been doing to you, then?” he pulls you back closer, so close your hands roughly land on his chest.

you pull your head from his gaze, keeping your hands down for distance, but he doesn’t let you. “that’s different Jack, he’s..disembodied right now he’s just distant..” “that’s still neglecting his wife. shutting you out, which is the last person he should be doing that to. i never once shut out my wife. you said it yourself. he’s being mean.”

you pout, whining at the words that sting to your heart. Robby is being mean. he’s being mean to everyone, but you especially. “Jack i..” you scoff, you can’t even find the words, “it’s not right, i mean i love him too much.” “you can still love him, it’s not like im some guy. you know me, sweetheart..” you don’t fight when he kisses down the shell of your ear, trialing slowly down your neck in a way that makes you shiver.

your arms end up at his shoulders, eyes shutting in his touch. “i just wanna help you. been so long for you.” his stubble tickles your neck as he speaks low, almost a whisper. you’ve only heard this sugary tone once before. “been wanting this, right? to be touched like this? kissed like this?” he moves slowly down your comfy shorts, cupping your ass as the cotton slides off at the knuckles of his huge hands.

“yeah..” it comes out more pathetic than you could control, but your heart was pounding out your chest. “yeah..” he nods, kissing back up your jaw and taking your lips in his. “i know. let me do this for you.” you raise up to let him pull off your shorts, and the heat turns up in an instant. the kiss turning passionate, moans and groans trading under tongues as you lift his shirt over his shoulder, “can’t..” you pant, eyes hooded.

“cant happen again,” your hands move faster than you can think, untying and pulling down his scrub bottoms. “only one time. this time.” “this time.” he repeats, and you squeak when his big hand cups your pussy over your underwear, a throaty hum exiting him as he feels how fucking wet you were.

you can’t remember the last time you were so fired up to fuck. grabbing at whatever you could while he fingered you open, accidentally scratching at his biceps as your hips move greedily against him. “you’re so fuckin’ wet sweetheart, want this real bad.” he pants, eyes locked in you as you moan into the air. “please just…Jack please.. need it.” it almost comes as a sob, and he couldn’t ever refuse you. not like this, especially.

“lemme take it out. gonna get it sweetie, promise. gonna give it to you.” there’s that sugary tone again, and you find yourself moving at his command without a second thought, throwing your shirt off your sweaty body and reaching for his leg. you help him pull off his boxers and then his prosthetic, hearing a sigh of relief above him as you set it down.

he moves you back over him, and your eyes widen slightly at the sight of his hung, veiny dick. “jesus you’re..so big,” and he wants to say something cocky. he really does. but he just thumbs at your hip, nodding with a small smirk. “you can handle it.”

your eyes are big on his as you lift yourself over his cock, letting him guide you onto his tip, then his girth. he goes slow, gripping your hips as he rocks you lower and lower, drinking in the little gasps and squeals you let out. “Jack you’re-fuck you’re so big, you’re so fucking big,,” you whine, shaky breaths as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“you’re taking it.” his voice is rasped, quiet watching your pussy engulf him. “you’re taking it baby i promise, you’re fuckin’ takin’ it. so good too, holy shit.” he wants to let all his greedy, jealousy induced thoughts out. can’t believe robby’s missing out on this, fuck. should’ve bagged this pussy forever ago, clearly Robby wasn’t putting it to good use. but it doesn’t exit his mind, not wanting you to feel worse about it all.

“oh yes, oh my god yes,” you moan out, head thrown back as your hips take over, his hands guiding you ever so gently as you bounce on his cock. “fuck you’re..fuck Jack it’s so good,” he moans under you, your pleasure making the butterflies dancing in his stomach as you fuck yourself on him.

“that’s it sweetheart, there you fuckin’ go. y’like that? yeahhh baby, feels soo good.” his eyes roll back, hands grabbing at every curve he could before the moment was over. pawing at your tits, smacking at your ass, squeezing at your belly. you’re everything to him, sweetie.

he can’t help but let himself submit to you in this time of need, in this sweet notion of helping his friend. because that what it really was. just helping his friend blow some steam, she’s just pent up. losing the same amount of calories as if he took you boxing. nothing wrong with it. “yeah sweetie, let it all out. just like thaat, fucking god,” he feels dizzy watching you hump him. your body’s consumed with greed, with a mission in mind.

latching onto him, filling your house with high shaky moans. and he was doing so much for you, and more. grabbing you, holding you lovingly close to him as you ride him into the couch cushion he was leaning his back into you. letting out sweet words to you, praise, helping you through riding him. groaning loudly into the room, the sounds alone coming from him fueling you, swelling your head.

sounds Robby never made. never talked you through it unless it’d been a long time, or till he was close. barely made noise either, no matter how many times youve told him you liked it. you were jelly in Jacks touch. he was pushing you steadily over your edge, whether he touched you or not. he filled you completely, inside and out.

his left hand started shoving you down on his cock, your moans coming out in sharp, quick gasps of air, eyes wide watching yourself slam on his dick and feeling his tip kiss that sponges spot in you. his right hand sucks on his thumb, getting it nice and wet before bringing it to your puffy clit, flicking it in a way that makes you suck in a harsh breath, dragging your nails down his shoulder, a high moan exiting you as you throw your head back.

“fuck ohmygo-Jack!” your moans are bordering on pornographic. and you look fucking delicious. hips bucking up to his touch all jittery, sweat gleaming your tits as they bounce with every move. your nose is scrunched slightly as the side of your mouth sneers upturned, and your brows sitting hard and tightly pinched, so overturned with pleasure you can’t control how loud you are. and Jack is straight up drinking it in.

“you’re so good, you’re fucking me so good Jack, better than i’ve ever fuckin’ felt..!” your words come up high, it’s music to his ears. to get that out of you, to know you’ve been with Robby almost half a decade, and Jack barely moving his hips is the best you’ve felt in that long?

“you’re fucking me, sweetie, and you’re doin’ so good. look at you, takin’ it from me..” his eyes are hooded over your body, his soft puppy eyes working over you in your vulnerable state. “keep using me baby, just fuckin’ take it. haven’t gotten dick like this before, haven’t had this in so long, right? you deserve this. say it.”

it’s barely getting through your ears honestly. your stomach is heaving, your ears are almost ringing, eyes rolling back as you fuck yourself on his thick cock like a toy. “i deserve it..” you slur in heavy pants, eyes rolling back as you feel your heated orgasm approach. “yeah you do. yeah you fuckin’ do sweetheart,” he’s quick to hold you in his grasp when you collapse into him, mushing into his shoulder while you grind lazily.

his arm wraps around you, turning in his place to keep you close, keeping his pace on your throbbing clit as you shudder against him. “there we fuckin’ go, cmon you can do it. been talkin’ about gettin’ fucked for weeks i know you can do it. use me sweetie, use me like you fuckin’ mean it,” there’s a rough, almost degrading tone in his words, and your body submits to him at the impact.

he fucks into you from the side, your leg coming up immediately to let him in deeper, and as he groans in your ear, your dam breaks. “ohhh Jack, oh god, Jack!” it’s one big breath before you’re gasping out again, shrinking into him as your pussy flutters around his dick, stomach so tight as you practically burst under him.

“don’t stop, please don’t stop im..im—” you can’t even finish your words, and Jack doesn’t mind a bit. nodding to your words, his mouth echoing yours, agape with his own groans as his eyes roll back. “let it alll out baby, take it fr’me it’s all yours..” you feel you leg cramp up from how hard your orgasm had hit you, your body falling limp on Jack as he continues fucking into you, removing his hand from your shaking pussy to hold your leg up.

his lashes feel weighted, glittering as he takes in the sight of you, your fucked out face as your eyes rest, down your sweaty body, to where you two met, the creamy ring around his cock glistening and cresting rather nasty strings of cum as he thrusts into you. heat builds in his chest, his cock twitches inside of you and his hips stutter. that cold sweat rolls over him, and he looks to the ceiling with an oh god before back at you.

“that’s it baby, that’s it, that’s fucking it,” his praises to you turn into revelations of the immense pleasure weighing on him. hunching over you and pushing you on your back on the couch, finding the balance to slam into you. you moan in tandem at the new position, the way he lays all his unbalanced weight on your thighs he’s keeping up, slamming into you like it’s beyond his control.

with your back arched off the cushion and your hands fisting st it from the side, you watch his face as he loses his composure, bitting his lip before letting groans spill from him like a music box, eyes rolled to the ceiling as his brows flex to the hairline. “oh my god, can’t even..aghh can’t fucking believe you gave this pussy to Robby,” he rolls his eyes, “did so fucking good, scratching me up and shit you-you’re fuckin’ everything..”

his mouth moves faster than his mind. poor guys lost in the sauce, chest heavy as it turns that familiar red you’ve only seen a few times in the sun. “god you’re so good, gimme a kiss sweetie, so prouda’ you,” you practically yank him down onto you, kissing so sloppily you think drool is getting everywhere because of how over the moon you guys are.

you gasp sharply, feeling his tip kiss at your cervix. you dig your nails into his neck, a high, almost pained moan exiting you through his lips. “Jack you’re—Jack hold on,” you mewl, though feeling him shake his head frantically. “i know sweetie i-im sorry i just-fuck i can’t, icanticanticant,” he moans, and his following groans come up higher, weaker as if he’d been yelling all night (which..he probably has).

“can’t stop, fuck you’re so good, m’gonna cum, baby m’gonna cum,” he doesn’t even try to kiss you anymore, “you’re so good, doin’ so fucking good baby i..” you hear the slapping of skin from between you, feeling impossibly split open as he slams into you, groaning like he couldn’t breath.

with a final loud groan he grabs at the cushion next to your head, eyes tightly screwed as his hips come to a halt, and you feel his dick twitch into you as he finishes hard, the following groans coming out as weak whines. Jack lets his body collapse over you, reaching behind himself to caress at your shaking legs, still panting into each other’s mouths.

“did i..hurt you?” he whispers, you feel his lashes against your crows feet. “no, no. just..was a lot. is your leg ok..?” look at you. all the more worrying. all the more caring, loving. it makes Jack chuckled breathily, shaking his head as he kisses at your cheek. “i’m ok, sweetheart. been through worse.”

he pushes himself off you, giving you a once over for any damage before pulling out, sitting upright next your body. speeding your pussy with his thumb and pointer, in the blink of an eye he’s watching his cum seep out of you and onto your ass, and almost onto the couch cushion had he not cupped his hand under the leakage, stuffing it back in you. “fuck i..i didn’t mean to uh..just got carried away.” he gives you a remorseful look, that he also looks away from to gaze at your beat, puffy pussy.

“are you on birth control?” “no..i stopped a few months ago. we wanted to try for a baby.” your cheek quirked to the side before you pout a little, and Jack feels his heart break a little. “ok. i’ll get you plan b, then.” you nod and lift on, crawling into his lap once again, but this time, you give him a slow, gentle kiss.

“thank you..Jack..” you sigh, feeling him wrap his arms around you. “don’t gotta thank me. just wanted to help you, sweet thing. s’what friends are for.” he joked, making you scoff a chuckle. you nod, “yeah. what friends are for.” for fucking so hard you see stars. of course. “lemme get my foot awake, then we’ll clean up.”

if you’ve sent be a Pope Cody request, trust me i have it, i’m not neglecting! i pushed this forward bc i haven’t formally written for Jack in sooo long, and this was so fun. thank u for the ask!

[lastdeeronearth]

divorced dad langdon x needy younger reader hell yeah

cw: age-gap relationship, fingering, daddy kink(?), praise kink, pussy inspection

you can't really remember when did you notice the bracelet around frank's wrist that says "daddy" but you know that day changed the way you view him. sure, frank langdon is a charming doctor who has women swoon over him, but beyond all that, he's a responsible grown man with priorities. you can tell that frank is trying his best every single day to make time for everything; work, his recovering progress, his kids, and you. you're a new addition to the list.

he'd spend weekends with tanner and penny, taking them to places they requested before. frank is pretty content with how things are right now. he's got two little troublemakers in his life, and... one specific needy princess that needs his constant attention.

it is late at night when frank comes back from driving his kids home. the apartment's light is dim, meaning you're asleep already. it doesn't take him long to change his clothes before sitting next to your curled up form in bed. his fingers brush your hair, "i'm home, bunny," he whispers.

as a light sleeper, his voice is enough to make you stir awake, "yeah...?" you mumble sleepily, blinking a few times while you try to open your eyes.

"yeah, daddy duty is finished. how's my pretty baby doing? had a good time today?"

it must be because you're still half asleep that you somehow manage to mutter, "daddy..." in your soft voice.

frank freezes for a few seconds, his fingers stop in their track. shit, he thought he wasn't into this. he's heard that word million times from both his kids, but hearing that from you is different. he wants to hear that again.

"call me that again, sweetheart?"

you sit up to settle on his lap, and frank is quick to grip your waist, steadying you. "daddy," you repeat, with more confidence this time because you can tell how your boyfriend likes that.

the man lets out a low chuckle before kissing your lips lazily, slow and deep. his tongue traces every edge of your mouth, making you whimper with drool slipping out of the corner of your lips. your needy self can't help but want more, so you press yourself closer to him, silently begging for more.

he pulls back after a moment, his thumb reaches out to wipe off the saliva on your chin. "daddy's sorry he's been away..." he coos, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. "and daddy's proud of you for being so good and understanding," he kisses the other side of your cheek.

a whine left your mouth. you can't lie that you're a little jealous when frank spends his free time with the kids. you wish he would've stayed in bed with you all day, but if being patient will get you more praises from him, you'll bear with the jealousy.

"yes, daddy... i've been good."

"oh, angel, daddy knows you are. lie back for me, will ya?"

you nod immediately. this is what you've been waiting for. so you lie flat on your back, spreading your legs because you know that's what frank is going to tell you to do next. he settles in between your parted thighs, warm hands sliding your shorts off your legs. you buck your hips slightly, and frank shushed you, "patience, honey. daddy will get you there."

he knows that his little princess is being needy tonight, and he won't let you wait for too long. he takes your panties off next, blue eyes looking right into yours. you whimper again when the cool air hits your bare pussy, your fingers gripping the sheets.

"baby's all wet already. have you been missing me?" he spread your folds, coaxing more of your slick.

"mhm! missed daddy— ngh, so much."

while his right hand is spreading your folds, his other hand moves carefully to slide two fingers into your pulsing hole, making a scissoring movement before stopping with two fingers spread inside your heat. he leans down to get a closer look. "you're leaking down there, bun. means you're healthy," he mutters.

you nod, biting your lip.

he doesn't stop there, his right hand moves from your folds to your little nub, pulling off the hood to nudge your hardened clit. your back arches as you let out a loud gasp.

he continues what he's doing, "and you're very responsive. another good sign." then, his two fingers start moving again inside of you, tracing your soft walls. you can't help but whimper and writhe under him. however, he avoids your sweet spot on purpose. you notice that and whine in slight frustration.

"why— ah! daddy, why don't you go there?"

frank smirks, "go where, sweetheart?"

now, he's teasing. he knows you're needy, yet he still teases you.

"where i can feel tingly! ngh! need you there."

"hm? is this not making you feel tingly enough?" his fingers continue exploring your velvety walls. normally, you'd come just from this. hell, you've come with less stimulation many times before. but your body is being greedy tonight and you need more from him.

you squirm helplessly, tears pricking in your eyes, "not enough... daddy, please."

frank can't help but yield. he wanted to tease you for much longer but he can tell his baby isn't ready for that. so he gives in, fingers going deeper inside you to curl just enough, finally reaching your sweet spot.

your eyes roll back, hips off the bed as you come on his fingers. your hole clench tightly, pulling his fingers in, and frank is in awe at the sight.

still, he knows your body. so once you come down from the high, he immediately pulls his fingers out, leaning down to pull you into his arms. when a sob leaves your mouth, that's when he knows he's right. his needy princess always cries after a good climax.

"sshh, angel... daddy's here, okay? was that too much?"

you're still sobbing, but you shake your head for an answer.

"no? i know my brave angel could take it," his fingers remove the damp hair off of your forehead, "was that good for you?"

you can't form a word yet, so you nod.

frank pulls the blanket over both of you. his other hand stroking your back, giving soft pats occasionally when you hiccups.

"go to sleep, baby. daddy's not leaving."

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my 2nd langdon fic of the day is this normal

[ceriseangels]

robby being soooo sickeningly sweet when you’re in pain and on your period… 18+ mdni, period sex, dacryphilia

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he’s furrowing his brows and cooing and spreading your legs apart so he can settle in between them…he’s shushing your embarrassed squeaks when he dips his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties…tells you it's all gonna be okay and that he loves you like this so much

'shit...love how wet you get for me baby, it's okay, it's okay,' he soothes your embarrassed whine. 'soak me as much as you need, don't worry baby' you listen, writhing as his thumb rubs your clit.

'mikey' you whine, tears shining at the sensitivity, both physically and emotionally. he circles your entrance with the tip of his index finger, thrusting the first little bit in and out, in and out.

you throw your head back, stomping your feet on the bed as you whine. he swats the inside of your thigh with his palm, driving his index finger in further, and you squeal.

'stop being a bad girl' he growls, and the tears spill over your lash line.

'shh, i know, i know,' he whispers as he thrusts two fingers into you. the intrusion is rough at first against your sensitive insides, but soon you're whining and squeezing your thighs together, his hand sandwiched between.

you feel the mix of your wetness flow beneath you, collecting on the bed. you blink your teary gaze down to where it pools below you, and you wince at the red seeping into his white sheets.

more tears fall anew, your bottom lip jutting out in a desperate pout. he mirrors you, his lips mocking yours in a way that pushes more tears out. you sniffle, grinding your hips against his hand.

'you're so pretty like this' he whispers, 'so pretty, want you to come all over me, wanna take the pain away. can you do that?'

you whimper and nod, the knot in your stomach tightening until you're pushed over the edge.

your release is all soft praises and sweet kisses, him shushing you and holding you close to him. the release alleviates the tension in your lower belly, the pain that had you in bed for most of the day.

he pops you in the bath while he changes the sheets, patting you dry and tucking you in to sleep off the rest of the cramps.

[robinavitchslut]

fucking actor!robby at a party.

you’re new in the industry and you’re so excited to be invited to your first big hollywood party, even more excited when your favourite actor michael robinavitch approaches you.

he offers you a drink, which you politely accept and then one drinks turns into 5 until you’re in a back room in his lap making out with him.

“fuck, you’re so pretty baby, where have you been hiding?” robby smirks as he pulls away from the kiss, biting your lip and pulling it slightly with him.

you blush and hide your face in his neck, “come on, sweetheart. no need to be shy” he takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing you to look at him before diving back in for another kiss.

that’s when you feel him pulling your panties to the side. he runs his fingers through your folds a couple times before deciding he can’t wait any longer and pulls his cock out of his pants and slips it inside of you.

you let out a loud moan making robby cover your mouth with his hand while he uses his other hand to gently bounce you on his cock.

“shhh, pretty girl. wouldn’t want anyone to catch us now would you?” robby whispers in your ear, smirk still pulling at his lips as you find your rhythm and roll your hips against his, soft moans muffled by his large hand still on against your lips.

you shake your head.

but unbeknownst to you someone had caught you, with their phone camera, recording the whole thing and promptly selling it to TMZ where your whole career blows up before it’s even started.

robby’s career however is unaffected and he goes about his life like he never ruined yours, like he never even met you.

i had a vision!!!! he’s so gross i love love love him!!!!

also sorry for any spelling mistakes i have long ass nails on rn

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[lastdeeronearth]

divorced soft dom frank langdon x younger inexperienced female reader

cw: age-gap relationship, dryhumping, langdon is a praising machine and reader has a praise kink

frank langdon loves to brag about you, his controversially younger girlfriend. he's had enough of his coworkers teasing him for being a single ken with two kids, so when you two finally dated, he bought hotdogs for everyone in day shift to celebrate his first day of being your boyfriend.

a lot of people wonder why would a sweet little angel like you want to date a guy like frank. he isn't exactly easy to deal with. meanwhile, you couldn't help but wonder, why would abby dump this man? frank is gentle, caring, and he's gorgeous too. he never let you down.

he always asks for your consent in anything he's about to do.

"angel, can i kiss you there? i can feel your pulse. your heart is pumping blood so fast," his warm breath ghosts the side of your neck. you're currently sitting on his lap, both your hands are clutching his shirt. frank smells like sea salt and you love it. his scent always grounds you on moments like this.

when you nod, frank presses his mouth on your neck, right on the pulse. he stays like that for a few seconds before switching between soft nips and licking. you never felt so wanted before.

his hands slip under your shirt, tracing your back, unclasping the lacy bra he bought you a week ago. you flinch a little in surprise and he stops immediately. "easy, bunny. too soon?" you can tell he tried to make his voice sounds softer but failed because you can still hear the hoarseness.

"just surprised..." you mutter.

"yeah? should've talked you through it, hun. i'm sorry, alright?" he peppers apologetic kisses on your neck and chest. "won't happen again, sweetheart. i promise."

right. he also talks you through everything. you're rather... inexperienced, compared to other girls around you. you once told him about this as your insecurity, thinking he'd be upset, but he didn't. he found it adorable."what a good girl you are, darling. keeping yourself pure, baby? for who, i wonder? for me, yeah? i'll take care of you, i promise. ain't nothing to be sad about, baby." that's what he said a month ago when you two started dating officially.

he nuzzles your neck, his stuble making you giggle. he chuckles at that, "tickles?"

you nod.

his hands continue their journey up your back, stroking the soft skin there. "i unclasp it already, honey. can i keep going?"

a soft whimper left your mouth, "yeah..."

"good girl. thank you, baby. i'll take off your shirt now, okay? can i see my pretty baby?"

another nod from you and sighs in relief, "atta girl. my brave little bunny. arms up."

he slides your shirt off your head, then your bra. he takes a moment to admire the view, wetting his lips because the air suddenly feels too hot and humid around you two.

frank's hands move to cup your breasts, giving them a slow squeeze that makes your stomach tingles. his lips meet yours as he does that and you swear you can feel the dampness between your thighs.

"can i use my mouth, angel? just like last time," his voice is gruff from arousal. you can't help but nod. "my beautiful angel..." were his last words before his lips close around your nipple. your fingers find his hair, gripping them as you whimper and moan.

he switches from one breast to the other. your head is dizzy with pleasure and you subconsciously rock your hips forward against his crotch. frank chuckles, "ah-ah, little lady wants more, huh?"

"feels good..." you whimper, hips still rolling slowly.

"then keep going, baby. use me 'till you come."

then his mouth is back on your breast. suckling and nipping as his hands brush your hair. he's not guiding your movement, he wants you to find your own rhythm, setting everything at your pace. he knows that this much of stimulation is enough to make you finish.

you can feel his hardness pressing against your damp panties. frank can feel it too, but his focus is still on you. on making his baby feels good, so he ignored it.

"feeling good, bun?"

you gasp, "frank— ngh!"

he bit down a little harder on your nipple and your eyes roll back, whole body shaking as you come clothed. slick fluid coating your panties, leaving a wet spot on his pants. frank brings your head down to his chest, stroking the back of your head gently.

"ssh, easy..."

you whimper in his chest, catching your breath. frank plants kisses on the top of your head. "you're getting so good at making yourself come. my smart baby," he holds you there tightly.

after a few moments, you lift your head up, looking at him with glassy eyes from the pleasure earlier. he notices that and raises an eyebrow, "what's that look for?"

"wanna help you come, frank."

oh, he was right. his sweet baby is a fast learner, after all.

—

hey so this is my first fic ever i'm lowkey nervous

[robinavitchgf]

you weren’t supposed to sleep with anyone on this trip, let alone fall in love with them. but he was exactly your type—lonely, single, older, rich, handsome. you met him at a bar down the road from the motel, flirting with him over cheap beers and a game of pool—which you won, but you know he just let you win because he thought you were pretty.

the bar is within walking distance of the motel so he walks you back to your room, which is a few rooms down from his. he lets you go before heading back to his own room for the night. he manages a few steps away from you before you stop him, asking if he perhaps wants to come in for a nightcap.

“i don’t think i should..”

“oh..”

“sorry, kid..”

“kid?”

robby pauses, huffing out a short laugh before stepping towards you and smiling down at you.

“yeah, kid.. you’re like what, half my age?”

“didn’t stop you flirting with me at the bar or letting me win that game of pool..”

“that’s different.”

“how?”

again, robby pauses, not entirely sure how to answer your question. because to him, it is different. he’s a different person when he’s necked back two cans of cheap beer, and you were so easy to flirt with. but he knows that’s not a good enough excuse as to why he even sidled up to you at the bar in the first place. because he wasn’t drunk then and you were still half his age. maybe it was his ego, some primal urge inside him to fuck some pretty young thing like yourself—a way to prove that he still had it.

“just.. just is.”

“mmhm, okay..” you roll your eyes, cross your arms and take a step closer to him, the smell of his aftershave burning up your nostrils. your eyes flick up to look at his, usually soft, brown eyes, now slightly darkened and widened. “y’know.. it’s.. uhm.. s’funny actually..”

“what is?”

“that you think it doesn’t turn me on when you call me kid..”

“hmm..” robby hums, nodding at you, before he takes a step back and winks, then continues, “g’night kid..”

“really?”

“i can’t sleep with you..”

“but you want to?”

of course he fucking does. morally it’s not right, but he needs you more than anything else in the world right now. needs to have you writhing underneath his grip while his head is buried between your legs. needs to have your eyes rolling back in your head and your body going limp as he slides his cock into you, filling you up and stuffing you full.

“like i said.. g’night kid..”

you rolled your eyes as he walked away, back to his room. his door clicked shut as you stood there in silence, completely dumbfounded. you’re pretty sure this is worse than the time you got publicly friend zoned in the eleventh grade by the boy you had a serious crush on. you huffed out a breath of air before sulking back into your room, flopping down onto your bed. you raised your head slightly to check the time and groaned. how is it only just gone ten o’clock.

it wasn’t long before you found yourself scrolling social media on your phone, trying to make yourself tired enough to fall asleep. the only thing stopping you was him. robby. the way he called you kid, how easily it rolled off his tongue. and god, what you wouldn’t give to hear him say it in your ear, rough and raspy, like he knows he shouldn’t be saying it.

a loud knock at your door shook you from your thoughts—and forced you to bring your hand from between your legs, that you somehow had subconsciously slid down there. the door was barely opened, before you were being pushed back into your room by robby, the door slamming shut behind him.

“okay.. fuck it, yes i do want to sleep with you..”

“knew it.”

“y’always such a smartass?”

you just grinned up at him, letting him guide you to your bed, gently pushing you down and allowing you to get comfy before he joined you. he situated himself between your legs, one hand gripping your face, slightly squishing your cheeks. he leant down to press a soft kiss to your lips, feeling you lift your hips to grind against his crotch.

“y’always such a needy little girl too?”

“just for you, daddy..”

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[robinavitchslut]

HOLY FUUUUUUCKKKK!!!!!! i’ve not cum in two days and this is sending me into a spiral!!!!

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DELICIOUS!!! U DID IT AGAIN OOMFIE!!

[honeyroots]

headcanons. — FRANK LANGDON

⚠︎ — minors do not interact, 18+. corruption kink. dacryphilia. brat taming.

౨ৎ — CORRUPTION KINK. . .

Frank Langdon has a thing about you peering up at him with innocent eyes, questions about his body rolling off your tongue with a curiosity that cannot be quenched. You remind him of himself when he was a first year med student, always wondering, always asking.

“Can I watch?” you mutter, the question that would once make you feel sheepish under Frank’s gaze feels normal now. Although, the word ‘dick’ is still hard for you to say, “I wanna see… one… in person.”

He nods, slipping his boxers down just enough to give you a good display of his most intimate parts. With widened eyes, your mouth feels like it’s beginning to overproduce saliva in anticipation to drool over Frank as he puts on a show for you. “It’s soft,” he chews his bottom lip, one hand fondling his balls and the other squeezing his length as he works himself up in front of you, “Once I start playing with myself, it’ll get hard.” Frank, such a gentleman, avoids words you’re too nervous to use.

There’s something about your inquisitiveness, or maybe it’s the fact that he’s defiling your purity, but he can’t get enough of how he’s gonna teach you all about the things you like— until you’re a whiny mess, constantly begging Frank for more.

౨ৎ — DACRYPHILIA. . .

It doesn’t matter the situation, Frank Langdon can’t help but get hot and bothered when he sees tears staining your cheeks. He’s fucking you so well your eyes are leaking? Hot. You’re so overstimulated that you can’t help but sniffle and whine? Great. You’re in a sour mood and can’t find it in you to regulate yourself? He’ll help, but he didn’t say he won’t get hard about it.

It’s something about how you look when you’re crying. Red eyes, bottom lip quivering, and your nose running like a faucet. He doesn’t understand it, really, he just knows that when you’re a vulnerable mess around him, blood flows straight to his dick. He loves being the one you seek out when tears prickle at your waterline, threatening to spill over. It could be all the years he spent emotionally stunted, refusing to acknowledge anything other than joy and adrenaline. Some may think it’s a little twisted, but the less control you have over your emotions, the more he wants to fuck you.

౨ৎ — BRAT TAMING. . .

Brat taming comes naturally to him, though, brat taming for Frank looks a little different. It’s less about taming, and more about trying to piece your emotions together like a puzzle. When he gets you to submit, it’s usually not followed by impact play or sex bans, even if he’s not opposed to those methods. Brat taming for Frank Langdon is a disappointment look thrown at you, the cross of his arms, or taking away privileges like free use. Frank’s version of brat taming is reward based with minimal warnings. If you do something you shouldn’t, he might not correct the behavior in the moment, but in a few hours when you think the incident is behind you, he’ll remind you of your behavior until your cheeks are hot and your eyes are full of shame.

He doesn’t want to fix your personality. He knows that sometimes you brat out and it is what it is, but he does like to get to the bottom of your behavior.

“Are you needing attention, sweetheart? You know you shouldn’t be doing that,” and “you feeling insecure? You need some reassurance, baby?” are a couple phrases he keeps locked in his arsenal that are bound to disarm you. There’s something about the shame of Frank calling out the root of your behavior that melts you into submission.

[lost-foal]

ur posting sm frankie stuff thank u

[deanwinchesterkiss]

bathing together with soldier boy didn't go as expected...

dead dove do not eat/ MDNI

thinking about ben who runs you a bath. you get inside of it eagerly, your back leaning against him as the hot water soothes your aching muscles. ben begins massaging your tense shoulders "christ doll, you sure carry a lot of stress for someone who does nothing except get fucked silly every day." your eyes closed as you leaned your head back, reaching a fully relaxed state not even listening to what he said. but you should know not to get too comfortable around him.

before you know it, he pushes your head down making you panic. water gets in your nose causing a sharp burning sensation as you trash around trying to escape his strong grip. just to make matters worse the soapy water irritates your eyes too. after seconds that feel like hours he pulls your head back up. you cough up the water, your cheeks are completely flushed as you gasp for air. ben pats you on the back "easy there sweetheart. don't want ya to pass out on me."

you furrow your brows and splutter "what the fuck- what even- was that for? you- you asshole! I hate you!" he instantly pushes your head back down. this time the soapy water gets inside of your mouth. when he pulls you back up the acrid taste of it nearly made you throw up. you gasped for air. coughing even more than prior. he grabbed your hair roughly "awww what is it? are you done bitchin' now? that should be your fuckin' lesson not to ever talk back to me!"

"I'm sorry..." you whispered. if you had a tail it would be tucked under right now. he dragged you out of the bathtub, your scalp aching from the pressure. ben threw you on the tiled floor, your knee caps hitting the cold wet floor really hard, knocking your breath away. his open palm slapped your cheek so hard that your brain rattled. "yeah? show me how fuckin' sorry you are, bitch" you stumble back, clutching onto your burning cheek. you couldn't glance at him. anger alongside a slight satisfaction sparked in his eyes. all you could do was stare at the ground and brace for what he would do next.

he shoved his fingers in your mouth hitting the back of your already irritated throat, making you gag violently. he pulled his fingers out and walked away just to put some body wash on his hands and coat his cock with it. your eyes furrowed at what he was doing. before you could ask him he pushed the tip of his cock in your mouth "c'mon open that bratty mouth of yours" you whimpered and parted your lips. he shoved his entire cock in, hitting the back of your sore throat. your mouth felt like you put a whole jawbreaker inside of it. his pubic hair was tickling your nostrils and you clawed at his thighs like a feral animal trying to escape his grasp.

the acrid taste was too much and that sick bastard just laughed while rutting his cock in your mouth "christ, should start using this as lube from now on. fuck, look how easy it glides. yeah, take it like the whore you are" you were praying in your head to not throw up at this very moment. his pace quickened signaling that he was about to cum "have to put all the work in myself as usual, god what a useless whore." after those words left his lips, his hips jerked like he was possessed. you were too focused on trying to not throw up or pass out right there and then. with one final thrust he came inside your mouth. struggle could be read on your face as you attempted to swallow the big amount of cum down your dry throat. ben grinned down at you "that's a good girl, gonna be obedient next time, sweetheart?"

tears ran down your face as he mocked your pout "c'mere, do you need your old man to comfort you? all you do is rile me up. it's your fault daddy had to abuse his girl" you just nodded afraid to even utter a word and nuzzle your face against his thigh seeking his comfort.

[bellsiecakes]

thinking about soldier boy comforting ur broken self in his own strange, creepy, morally gray way ˋ°•*⁀➷

cw: sb being a man, family trauma?? piv. not proofread wc: 2k~ mdni, u will be blocked

you’d gotten into an argument at home. after packing a bag, you ran straight to ben. for what reason? you didn’t really know urself. he’d been in your life for all but four months, and he took ur virginity in the back of his car.

when he opened the door to his apartment that night, you felt sheer stupidity crash over you, and you couldn’t really explain much when he asked what was wrong. just that you felt awful and hopeless. you went without protest when he pulled you inside by your arm.

maybe you’d been in his place before, maybe you hadn’t. either way, it felt safer than ever that night. he offered you water, let you explain your night in broken sentences. his eyes roamed ur body slowly. you were barely wearing anything decent, really. and he knows you left in a hurry and he knows ur vulnerable.. but that didn’t negate the fact that u looked so sexy. those little tight leggings lit a fire in his stomach.

so he led you to the bedroom. carefully. tactfully. “you should lie down, doll, it’ll calm your nerves.” and you listened.

his bed was warm. so were his arms. he rubbed his big palm against your shoulder in an attempt to soothe. he listened to you complain about your family and wiped runaway tears. you were distracted enough to not notice his hand rub lower, and lower. down your waist, stopping to grip your hip. he wasn’t exactly looking at your face anymore. you kept talking and he nodded encouragingly.

“i hate them all. they offer nothing good to me, i hate that i was born into them,” you closed your eyes. but when you did, you felt his fingers brushing your crotch, and heard a soft groan escape him. you opened your eyes to him shifting closer, pressing his fingers firmer against your clit through the fabric.

“you just need to get your mind off things. i’ll help, c’mere,” he muttered as he dug his fingers into the waistband of your leggings, pulling them down in one quick tug. you gasped, he grinned.

then suddenly you were being lifted, his arms encircling your waist as he repositioned you above him to straddle his thighs. between them, you felt his hard on and your face burned.

those same big hands dragged up your thighs, stopping at your hips again. he gave them a light smack and laughed at your little gasp. he brushed his thumbs over the soft fabric of your panties, and he didn’t wait any longer before he guided your hips to move, grinding your pussy against his cock. he groaned, clenching his teeth.

your hands rested atop his chest and your face was twisted with confusion. the ache in your chest for your terrible family deepened, unlike what he suggested by providing this remedy. your heart squeezed, but his voice broke your thoughts.

“been wondering when we’d do this again. so glad you stopped by, babydoll. like you knew i missed this pussy.”

you could only blink, your lip quivering. your silence encouraged him.

he lifted his hips, and by doing so, lifted you, as he pushed his sweats and boxers down. his cock sprung free and brushed against your thigh, pulling a deep groan from his lips.

“fuck yeah, baby. hold still.”

he pushed your panties aside roughly, one hand on the small of your back to guide you forward, arching for him. he didn’t warn you before he nudged his tip at your cunt. he let out a deep, satisfied groan, his hand splayed against your back to hold you still. he smeared your slick over himself, mixing his precum into your folds as if to make you his. he couldn’t- wouldn’t wait longer before pushing inside. the sudden stretch made you gasp and he looked up, smiling at that face you made. it was only the second time, so he knew you were still getting used to.. things.

he sat you upright again, straight to sit on his dick. his eyes flicked back down before long, watching you slowly sink down to accommodate his size, your pussy swallowing his cock so beautifully. his eyes narrowed, big hands gripping your hips again to help you down the rest of the way…

it wasn’t what you had in mind. one of the last things, in fact. but you didn’t protest. you went along with it. maybe he was right? maybe you did need a distraction. taking a deep breath, you averted your eyes as you started riding him, slow and cautious, feeling his cock drag in and out of your cunt. another groan filled your ears, and his hands never left your hips, guiding you.

“you’re a natural, sweet thing. fuck yes, so tight…”

his words actually helped, but there was a small twinge of revulsion hiding somewhere in your body you couldn’t locate. yet his grunts and groans overrode your unease. his thumb brushing circles over your clit sparked pleasure within you. his hand sliding up to shove your shirt up off your tits to squeeze them once possessively made you focus on how fucking good he felt inside you.

temporarily. because your brain caught up to the situation and your chin wobbled upon meeting his gaze again. lecherous eyes. carnal smirk. he didn’t care, he just wanted to get into your pants. and he won. then the memories of earlier at home flooded back in despite you keeping up steady pace as you fucked him, his cock impaling you over and over again. tears flooded your eyes and you let out a sharp whimper, fingers flexing against his chest.

ben noticed your weeping.

“… hey, hey. c’mere, doll,” as he pulled you down, flush against his chest. that considerate gesture pushed you over the edge, and you sobbed against his skin, burying your head in his neck. for a moment it felt safe in his arms. one peaceful moment of being held, helped, your back rubbed soothingly.

then he shifted beneath you, adjusting on his bed, bending his knees just so. his arms tightened around you, not consoling- securing. not even that, really. caging. he drove his hips up with a snap, plunging his cock inside you once, hard. then again, making you gasp. then again, establishing a firm pace.

but it only worsened your cries. your face crumpled, fists against his chest. where was there to go? what else was there to do?

he didn’t ignore you. “that’s it, sweetheart, let it out. that’s my girl, let’s fuck all that outta our systems… good girl,” he growled, fucking up into u, relentless. like he was purging himself.

the worst part was.. it felt amazing. you squeezed around his cock and he moaned, deep and gravelly. your sobs were eclipsed by his groans, the sound of his skin slapping against yours, your head lightly bouncing against his chest with each movement. it was like you were splitting in half. your body there, your mind and emotions elsewhere. so when you came, it came as a surprise to you. you let out a loud, watery cry- only to be overshadowed by his own grunt of pleasure as he followed. his cum filled you up, and he kept his hips up, flexed against you to ensure absolutely no leakage.

a beat passed before he let himself collapse onto his bed, panting, gasping for air. his hands smoothed down your back and he slapped your ass hard- pulling a gasp from you, which made him laugh, before he squeezed it to soothe.

his hoarse voice met your ear. “shh, just relax. you did good, doll… fuck, you know how to make a man happy, sweetheart. seriously. fuck…”

your sobs quieted, but your tears kept flowing, rolling down your cheeks, falling onto his skin. he heard your little kitten sniffles, you obviously weren’t okay. he squeezed the fat of your ass idly, not having much more to say. he suddenly adjusted again, rolling you to lie next to him. this sudden loss of contact made your chest shake with sobs again.

thankfully, his hand settled against your back, holding you against him. his eyes shut and his chest heaved. “stop crying. told you you just needed a good fuck.. hell… you should piss off your folks more often.”

a/n: yea this was inspired. my head hurts im going to sleep i’ll probably edit this a little in the morning and throughout the day i just wanted to post ab soldier boy again. it’s hard not writing the name i personally replaced ben with for him bc i hate the name benjamin but oh well. love u guys gn

[honeyroots]

frank langdon’s dick gets so hard when you cry. he knows it’s sick, his cock growing in his pants when you’re a sniffling mess in front of him, but he can’t help it. you just look so out of control— snotty nose, teary cheeks, and fuck, the tip of his cock is leaking against his boxers.

“hey, hey..” he whispers, crouching down to appear smaller. frank tries not to moan as the seam of his pants stimulates him, “what’s got you so worked up? c’mon, tell me..”

and when you’re struggling to get the words out in between sobs, he thinks he might bust right in front of you.

[seraphk1ss]

40 yr old brendon park going back in the dating scene expecting the worst because his coworkers keep telling him how horrible the modern dating scene is that he was genuinely nervous with his date with you only to find out the issue was the bar was actually in hell. they get mad if you don;t buy them flowers on dates. duh? they want you to pay for everything! of course he's going to pay for everything he earns more than half a million a year. they want to put labels on the relationship! he's a grown man he'd be insulted if you don't treat this relationship seriously enough to put a name to it.

and suddenly to everyone's surprise, brendon park -- who has not dated seriously since college -- is getting married ahead all of them because he's genuinely just a great guy and a better boyfriend lmfao

ps. im writing a one shot about this

[polkedot]

੭꣒ ˖ ❛ bf!langdon who takes the phrase “kiss and makeup” a little too seriously.

c.ws :: mdni , smut , slight degradation , missionary so you can continue arguing , dirty talk.

"stop being so fucking mad at me." frank grumbles out from above, driving the point home by grinding his cock in deeper inside you. your thighs quiver despite yourself where they're hooked around his waist, lewd slapping noises permeating the room just to tease you. “i said sorry an hour ago.”

you keep turning your face, trying to angle it out of reach, or at least force the fury back into your expression. you can’t fight the scrunch of pleasure that crosses your face, however. he can see that too. the grudge held like a stone dam, meant to keep your pride immune and well guarded from the way he's fucking you into the mattress. but it never works.

"m’not-"

"you are." he nips at your shoulder, voice muffled. "you keep clenching up when i talk.” his hips rear back steadily, a wet squelch sounding from where you're joined, then he sinks back in with a grunt of effort. "except down here."

the truth stings worse than the fight itself: frank knows you like the back of his hand. the front and back. he knows exactly how to fuck you until your resentment feels misplaced and petty.

hands that had been pushing against his chest find the silky sheets instead, clutching tight.

"it was a stupid fight," he pushes in again, slowly, allowing you to relish in the thick ridge and veins dragging along your walls while he explains the situation to you.

"and you know it." pride makes you not answer, of course, the only thing you can manage is a soft whine.

"sweetheart," he sighs. "you really gonna let me cum in this pussy while you're busy pretendin' to hate me?" you blink up at him in silent retort. defiance radiating from every inch of your face.

"mmm." the man even has the audacity to pinch the bridge of his nose, like you're the one being unreasonable. like he’s not currently balls deep. "always so fucking stubborn." he reaches between your bodies, thumbing lazily at your clit. "you think i like walking out?"

rage bubbles back up your throat at once, rolling your eyes with the little attitude you had remaining. "you slammed the door — our door — and left."

"you knew damn well i'd come back…” he grunts, not missing a beat to retort. an especially brutal thrust has you seeing stars. "you’re a smart girl, stop acting stupid, yeah?" you try to hitch your hips, to hurry him along but he only holds you down, eyes narrowing.

"go ahead and scream all you want, curse me out, break something if you need to. but don't fall asleep hating me.” he rambles on, shaking his head faintly. “can’t take that shit."

your words come out sharp, bitter once you find your voice. "so what’s your plan, fuck me into forgiveness?”

there's no hesitation in him when a toothy grin splits across his face, "there you go. if we fight in the morning? before work? fine. but if we're sharing a bed like this, we fix it before we close our eyes. understood?" no thought forms twice before your head's nodding stupidly, not an ounce of resistance (or dignity) left in you as he sinks back in.

"good girl, now be sweet to me while i cum."

[honeyroots]

reader who is too scared to go to the doctors for her checkups :((( so she asks langdon to do it :((( and he does :((( and and :((( reader tries so hard not to get all squirmy when he's talking to her all doctor-y

- 💤

mmm, he puts you on the kitchen counter and calls it ‘the exam table.’ tells you everything he’s gonna do before he does it so you’re not confused or unsure. tells you thinks like “wow, what a healthy girl!” and “doing so well, sweetheart.”

frank gives you a ton of kisses on the face when he uses his stethoscope to check your airways. he knows the cool feeling of metal pressed against bare skin can be uncomfortable, but you’re taking it like such a champ.

i feel like frank somehow gets you to enjoy checkups, but only when they’re with him. when you have to actually go to the doctor for something important, he holds your hand the whole time. “my girl gets nervous at the doctor,” he explains.

[inadoves]

the daughter i never had

dbf!soldier boy x reader (18+)

warnings: fauxcest (dad/daughter), squirting + a mention of golden showers/watersports, age gap (not specified but reader is above 18yrs), breeding kink mentions

ben’s a little ooc here, but it’s just because he loves his daughter so much!

wc: 1.3k

part 2: porches and prologues

part 3: making love on movie nights

Ben had always wanted a kid.

A son, preferably. A mini him; a boy to raise into a real man, one who won’t grovel and take shit like he did when he was young. Unfortunately, that plane just never took off. He’d never settled down, the main reason being that he never really wanted to with any woman he’d dated.

Thankfully for him, his best friend did have a kid. A daughter, to be more specific.

You.

He was always kind of.. there. No rhyme or reason, just in the house to hang out with your dad. But he was relatively nice, always called you cupcake or sweetheart. Doll if he was being extra sweet, like right now.

..How in the world had it gotten to this point?

It felt like just a year ago you were calling him uncle Ben and running up in his arms, to which he’d lift you up and kiss your round little cheeks.

His daughter by proxy, he’d call you.

“Christ. My babydoll and her sweet little pussy..”

Ben kissed your cheek, taking you out of a lust-filled daze. Your back rested against his bare chest, your sweat mixing together. The only thing filling your ears were the sounds of his sweet nothings against your skin and the wetness from your cunt.

Ben’s fingers were curling against that sweet, spongey spot that made you twist and turn. You couldn’t really move, actually, with his other hand holding up one leg to your chest.

You sniffled and whined softly when he rubbed the edge of his palm against your puffy, sniveling clit. It’d been starved for attention for a long enough time that it’d started literally throbbing. It wasn’t even like he didn’t notice, either. He just wanted to be an ass.

“Fuck, dad, j-just.. just keep doing that, please.. please..” An unexpected sob of need ruptured through you when that small bit of relief was taken away. He shushed you, gently hooking your leg into the crook of his arm to wipe away sweat and a sudden stream of tears that’d started coming down your face. Cooing softly, he spoke again. “‘S okay, cupcake. Dad’s gonna take care’a you soon. M’just getting you ready, yeah? Remember the last time you tried takin’ me without this?”

And, man, did you remember.

The first time you had sex of any kind was, horribly enough, a quickie out on your porch in the dead of night. That night was mostly a blur, but it was hard to remember anything in your current headspace.

“Yeah..” You murmured softly, feeling his hand cup your face and squish your cheeks so he could tip your head back. He pressed his lips against yours, soft and wet, just as he started ramming his three perfectly curated fingers inside you like a madman.

He was hitting everything.

Your ‘special place’ (as he made you say), your cervix, and more notably your bladder. Your eyes rolled back so hard it felt like you’d rip your eyes out the sockets, but all he did was groan and shove his tongue against yours.

“Gonna cum? Yeah?” He growled—yes, actually growled—into your mouth, not really waiting for an answer before he started rubbing his palm on your clit again. “That’s okay, it’s okay.. My sweet fuckin’ girl. Daddy’s girl gonna cum on his fingers? M’gonna let you cum, okay?”

It was like the second coming of jesus just happened; a bright white light filling your vision, your hips rolling into his hand as you squirted all over his fingers like a hose. It was getting all over your sheets, but you didn’t care or notice. That was for later. Live in the present, y’know?

Ben pulled his fingers out and held your head against him as he kissed your forehead. He didn’t let go without an extra rub to your sensitive clit. “For good luck.” He joked.

This wasn’t a time to be joking, you thought.

Anyways, he lifted you up with such ease you forgot you’d let go of all your weight and relaxed into a pile of mush. Settling you onto your back, you managed to lift your head enough to catch a glimpse of him and his detrimentally hard cock. Frankly, it could split you in half, and you were shocked it hadn’t yet.

(One day you’ll figure out the volume of it. You’ll just need go and dust off some old high school textbooks.)

The tip of his cock rubbed against your over sensitive clit. Instinctively, your hips twitched and you moved away from him with an overdramatic whine. It wasn’t much of an effort since his hand came down to grip your hips and pin them onto the mattress below.

“Don’t move. You know not to move.” Ben scolded, continuing to rock his hips gently against your soft, glistening cunt. “Came once and now you’re fucking brain dead. Stupid little girl.”

You shook your head mindlessly with tears in your eyes. “No.. m’not stupid, m’not.” You managed, covering your eyes with your arms when the light started burning it. Ben could’ve laughed at how stupid you looked, all flushed and spent from only his fingers, but he didn’t.

The first thing you felt was something prodding at your sensitive hole, the discomfort making you clench around nothing until you actually were clenching around something.

You screamed into your arm. “Fuck!”

Ben groaned animalistically. “Fuuck.”

He didn’t give time to adjust. He never did. Just rubbed your stomach and rested his palm right there while he reached that hard, fast pace that made you sick enough to cough up bile.

“Shit. Can you feel it, cupcake?” He moaned. His voice was strained from actively ramming your cervix as hard as he possibly could without killing you, but the corners of his mouth were still upturned into a giddy smile.

You nodded your head, finally moving your arm out to look at him with tears in your eyes and drool dripping into your ear canal.

“Words. Dad needs words; don’t want me to think you’re incompetent, yeah? I’d have to fuck the stupid out of you if that happened.” He threatened gently, reaching over with his free hand and grasping onto one of your breasts.

“Y..yeah.. can feel it, ‘s so fuckin’ deep!” You squealed, hiccuping softly when he pinched your nipple between his fingers. There was that pressure again, the familiar one you felt earlier before you saw god.

He slapped your tit, a harsh red mark leaving itself behind and an annoying sting replacing the earlier sensation of his fingers.

“M’so fuckin’ close, dollface.” Ben panted against your leg, dutifully kissing your ankle and foot. You nodded your head eagerly. “G-Give it to me. Please. Dad, please cum in me already!”

He rolled his hips just right, so perfectly that you jolted up like you’d been electrocuted. “Alright, m’gonna give you a fuckin’ sibling. You want dad to give you a little brother? That it?” He gasped, his thumb finding its way against your clit. “Cum, sweetheart. Milk my fucking cock—get every last drop. You can do that right at the very least, can’t you? Or do you not want a brother?”

Oh, you could do more than that.

That same white-hot light flashed before your eyes, and that sweet.. sweet release.

“Christ on a fucking cross,”

It took a little bit before it really clicked. That the release wasn’t hard or fast. It was actually very slow. Eerily slow.

All Ben was seeing was a golden shower right against his wiry, black bush of pubic hair, and that got him. He groaned and keeled over, filling you up to the brim with all of the cum he could physically produce. There were a few more spirts of piss that came out of you, but he just kissed your neck and rubbed your nipple through it all.

After a while of soaking everything up in that position, he laughed. Your brows furrowed when you managed to come out of whatever daze you’d been in for the last two hours.

“What’s so funny?” You slurred softly. He shook his head, nose rubbing against your skin.

“Could fill up a kiddie pool with your piss, cupcake. Y’know that?”

[polkedot]

੭꣒ ˖ ❛ bf!frank who loves when you can’t take him.

c.ws :: mdni , smut , babytalk , a lot of praise , spooning sex , size kink , overstimulation , mild fluff , body worship.

frank is so super patient with his sweet girlfriend who still can't take all of him even after a few times together. even after a few years of being together.

every single time, without fail, your smaller hands end up pressed flat and desperate against his torso, keeping him from sinking in all the way. and he never pushes it — of course not — just watches you with those soft, half-lidded eyes of his while you're already making such a mess on just half his length, whimpering and clenching around him like you're trying so hard to be good for him.

he knows you are.

"it’s alright, sweetheart," he murmurs gruffly, one big hand coming up to cover both of yours on his stomach, holding them there in reassurance. "take what you can. don't hurt yourself." but his voice is strained, jaw tight, because fuck — you're so wet and tight and warm. he’s barely holding himself back at this point. he can feel you fluttering around him, and he wants nothing more than to just sink in deep and stay there, rut his hips only occasionally.

you're babbling apologies as you usually do, face hot with humiliation because you can see how much of him is still outside, even if he’s cupping your face with his free hand. glistening and dripping with you. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, 'm trying-“

"shh, none of that," he shushes, leaning down to kiss your forehead with swollen lips, then your cheeks, so sweetly it makes your chest ache numbly. "you're doing so well, yeah? look how good you're taking me already." his thumb snakes down in search of your clit and you gasp when he reaches the nub, back arching involuntarily, and he groans when you clench down harder. "there you go, hm?"

you nod frantically in wordless response even though you're not sure, because you want to be good for him, want to give him everything. he pushes in another inch, slow and careful, watching your face scrunch up the whole time. your hands scrabble for reserve against his abs but he's stronger, holding himself there while you adjust involuntarily.

he starts moving in shallow thrusts after you’ve accumulated enough mixed liquid between your folds to even move properly. just working the half he can fit, and he knows it's already so much — the stretch, the fullness, the way his tip keeps hitting that spot that makes your toes curl despite yourself. you're soaking him completely, obscene wet sounds filling the room in tow, and you want to die from how humiliating it is.

"listen to that," he breathes hoarsely, eyes dark and focused on where you're connected, struggling to hold off. "making such a pretty mess on my cock, baby. getting me all wet." his hand slides from your clit to your hip, gripping tight. "think you can take a little more for me? just a little?"

and even though you still can't take all of him, even though your hands are still pressed against his chest, trying to keep him from going too deep, he looks at you like you've given him everything — like you're everything — and somehow that makes the embarrassment worth it.

you nod.

"breathe, sweetheart," he coaxes, voice half praise and half eagerness. "that's my girl. so fucking wet for me. you're perfect, you know that?"