zozobear. twenty. black. queer. cancer sun. big batty gyal. princess of the universeâ¤ď¸ď¸. i write for all my big, thick, chunky black girls. #bigmama.
"Just the tip" with Frank Castle is never actually that. He's a man doesn't often take his time, so when he's sweet talking you to get into your pants despite the fact everyone told him to leave you alone cause you were Matt's friend. He doesn't expect you to reciprocate just as just as he's flirting. You're pulling on his belt so that he's closer to you, standing in front of him just to push your ass against him, or even waiting till you guys' friends weren't looking just to feel up on him through his pants. You were a damn vixen. Warnings be damned he was going to get a taste of you, one way or another. "Just the tip" was supposed to be the excuse he used to make you think he wasn't going to fall. As soon as he pushed his heavy, already leaking both of you moaned in sync. It wasn't enough, not even close. He couldn't help himself when you begged so sweetly for "just a little more". Drinks had been flowing through you guys' system when he came up with the idea. Now you guys were in the bathroom of the club, him seated on the closed toilet seat while you rode every inch of him. "C'mon, just like that baby. Throw your ass back some more."
Youâre not completely unknowing of the life style that he lives, heâs never tried to hide it, it just has never been a full fledged conversation that you both had time to have. He was a man who used to lived to destroy himself in order to bring down everything that was corrupt around him. The a,punt of broken bones or sleepless nights he put himself through had been endless before the point of befriending you.
Jason had been your friend while you were working at the strip club the past couple years making good money dancing for the drunk assholes who couldnât wait to palm themselves when you stepped on stage. He pretty much acted as your âsecurityâ for when you got off and were walking back to your home.
The big burly wall of man waited outside of the club, lollipop between his lips as he watched men and women alike enter in and out at the chance of seeing you and your coworkers dance. Jason heard the familiar jingling of your bangles making him turn to see you walking over to where had been posted up. Little was said, but his hand was held out for you to grab and hold on to as you walked.
By the time you had reached him he had noticed how full your hands were. Heels, makeup, outfit, wallet, all of the usual shit he watched you stumble around with instead of putting in a bag. An excuse of "needing a visual reminder of having everything". It made him roll his eyes but none the less he grabbed most of the stuff, carrying most of what you had in one arm while holding your hand with his free one.
You had never made a point to ask him to come pick you up. He did because you cared for him in ways that he thought he didn't deserve. You noticed things he hadn't in years. When he would crash on your couch after days of being in the streets fighting you would somehow get his heavy ass into your bed, despite the dirt and blood you would have to wash off your sheets and blankets once he awoke.
After your little lavish shopping trips when you'd be showing him what you had gotten there would always be one or two things left over much to his confusion. They would be for him. You'd force him to open it, try it on, just like you did with your items. And as embarrassing as it was, he loved how it would give his mind a moment of silence.
Your hand felt warm against his in the chilly fall night, one neither of you had been dressed appropriately for at this point.
"Have you eaten yet?"
"..." "I have food at home for us. I'll heat it up."
Here you were, half moisturizedâIâm talking lotion and oils still caked on your palms, just waiting to be evenly coated on your legs. Body wash is still fresh to your skinâclinging tightly, unknowingly inviting Eren to explore the unknown. Puffy, plump cheek smudged against the velvety surface of your patterned vanity, your teeth biting deliciously into your bottom lip to muffle escaped moans. Your robe was folded halfway up your back, almost in that space just above your hips while the tips of your manicured toes ached as you attempted to hold up your body weight.
âOh g-gosh, Eren. You make me feel so good,â you whispered into a whine. You pushed back against his mouth unintentionally, earning a pinch to the inside of your thighs. A multitude of glass perfume bottles clinked while your earth toned bangles clacked, creating a rollercoaster of back and forth notes when you suddenly jumped from Erenâs quick and quiet punishment.
You couldnât see Eren, but gosh could you hear him. He growled and groaned against your flesh, attempting to dig his face deeper inside of your tight embrace. Even though your cheeks were spread wider than a rumor, he still felt like he wasnât close enough. His jaw flexed beneath you, slurping up and catching what he could before a puddle formedâto keep the floor as dry as possible of course.
Nevertheless, Eren was living happily in his own world. Even with the pattern carpet adding nothing to comfort his knees holding his weight, nothing could pull him out of the daze he was happily backstroking through.
Except you attempting to nudge you away. He never understood why you ran away when things felt good. Why you ran away from cumming instead of just letting it happen and not dragging it out. It didnât bother him in the beginning, only when you started to reach behind yourself and got lotion in his hair from pushing him back is when his irritation bled through.
Thatâs when your wrist was bound together beneath you by one of his headbands. The cloth bit at your wrist, but only when you fight against it.
âDoes it hurt at all?â
Eren looked down at his working fingers folding the fabric tighter around your wrist.
âMmm, no. Feels alright, âRen.â
Eren responded silently, lifting your hands in his to examine his work of art. âGood.â
As he lowered himself back to his knees, he took a glimpse at your faceâeyes lined with pending tears while a deep pout kissed at your lips. Just how he likes it.
âPut your leg up and lay your body flat. âNot telling you again,â heâd grumble against your spit coated lips. If it was one thing Eren hated, it was you shying away from his touch. See, he hated physical contact to begin with, and that was with anyone. So to Eren holding hands, kissing, and in his case eating, was a privilege that he kept hidden and reserved for people he truly loved and trusted. You running away was like almost rejection. Disrespectful in his eyes to say the least.
You were now face to face with your knee, almost kissing it from how close it was. With this new angle, Eren had much more space. Much more control over you knowing that you couldnât push him away. Even if you wanted to move, you couldnât. The crown of your head pressed against the mirror while your leg kept you stable. And if you somehow became wobbly, Eren was giving you extra support to say up right. He had you just how he wanted.
Almost everything was laminated in Erenâs spit. Heâd start at the top of your ass crack, taking his time before flattening his tongue and dragging it down lower and lower until he was met with your puffy clit, twitching in anticipation. Heâd give a suck or two before his tongue flattened again to take the same route back the way he came. Each lap he took exploring your mound, you felt your lips separate from the width of your boyfriendâs thick tongue. He knew the right amount of pressure to get you to start leaking and squirming on his tongue.
You hissed softly, toes curling into themselves while half crescents formed on your palms.
âMy God, Eren. Wa-wait!â
You palmed at what your fingers could reach from under youâwhich was the soaked strands of his goatee. Erenâs thumb placed the perfect amount of pressure on your clit, spiraling it slowly while his thick tongue teased your entrance.
âI got you, Pretty. Just let me have it. Iâll catch it.â Erenâs vibration in his words shook you to your core.
Your breathing picks up when the pace of his thumb does. What was sharp uncoordinated gasps, transitioned into deep trembling breaths that couldnât quite fill up your lungs to full capacity. Your vision blurred as those hot tears that were teasing your lash line finally passed through.
âYouâre gonâhaah! Mmm! Iâm goinâ to cum.
The static feeling creeped up from your ankles, rising with speed up your thighs like a fever. Despite your movements being limited, you found yourself circling your hips, grinding yourself into Erenâs face. Heavy eyelids fluttered while your eyesight disappeared into your skull. You were cumming and just as he promised, he was there to catch every drop.
â a/n: hey guysđŤśđ˝ this is another frank fueled thought that i had in my messages with my friend LMAOO but uhm henny ways, enjoyđŤ
frank was having a dilemma.
lately, heâs been thinking about kids. with every mission heâs been on, his thoughts always drift to you then he dreams about you being pregnant with his kid.
heâs never thought about children this much, or at all. frank didnât think he was fit for kids, fit to be a father but something about being with you made his mind turn positive to everything.
what really kicked it off was the weekend you both spent at your familyâs house. seeing you handle your nieces and nephews with such care made his mind fuzzy and his dick hard.
ever since then heâs been clingy, he knows that. however, he couldnât help how he feltâthere was once in the kitchen where he saw you standing over the counter, drinking your smoothie and eating your fruit when he couldnât fight his urge to fuck you.
so thatâs what he did.
his libido was shot through the roof. it was terrible; once was over the counter, then in the shower, multiple times in your bed, in his office, everywhere that had a surface; he placed you on top of it and fucked you.
each time he would say how pretty you were, rubbing your stomach as if you were growing a baby like you werenât on birth control but it didnât keep him from wanting a baby or wanting to impregnate you.
you took notice. of course, you did, how could you not notice his change in behavior? frank was someone who was rarely easily influenced or impressed by things but something had changed and you knew it.
you timed it perfectly. the start of your ovulation cycle happened to land on the same week that frank came back home from his mission.
the baby fever that frank was experiencing seemed like it transferred to you tenfold, every day that he was away made you frustrated because you missed him desperately but also because you craved him more than usual.
the minute he got home, you jumped in his arms and kissed him deeply. âi missed you, frankie.â
he only chuckled, kissing you back and wrapping his arms around your waist. âyeah?â he smirked, walking you to your room before placing you down. âi missed you too, baby.â
you leaned up, standing on your toes to place another kiss on his lips. this one deeper than the lastâfrank couldnât help but to reciprocate it, his hands landed on your waist before moving down to your ass.
a simple kiss from the man made your knees weak, hands gripping his big biceps as you both got lost in the kiss. his tongue swiped against your bottom lip causing your lips to part letting his tongue slip beside yours.
he moaned into your mouth, pulling away to look at you. he bit his lip at the lustful gaze you were giving him; your eyes hazy with desire and glossed over.
you bit your lip only for it to be freed as frank ran his thumb over your plump lipsâyour tongue licked the digit prompting him to slip inside, pressing it down on your tongue.
âlook at you. barely been here for a hour and youâre already drooling.â he teased, a smirk covering his face. he took out his thumb and pulled you into a kiss, full of his own lust for you.
his mind dropping images of you round with his kids, glowing and beautiful as ever. he could feel himself twitching in his tactical pants, his cock throbbing from the thought.
you could feel his bulge pressing against you. your hand moved down to rest on his thick cock through his pants. your own pussy dripping from everything; the meaningful touches and deep kisses and the very being that is frank.
you could get high off the smell of him. he was such an all consuming man, your love for him could blur the lines of obsession if you werenât too careful.
your thighs clenched together on instinct, fighting against your desire. your mind felt cloudy, you werenât thinking about anything but being fucked by your man.
his lips trailed down your jaw to your neck, leaving small kisses over the expanse of your skin. he took a deep breath getting drunk off the smell of vanilla, he kissed your shoulder.
your head tipped back as his lips found your neck again, kissing and sucking a mark on your bare skin.
the words flew before you could stop them, barely thinking about it. âgive me a baby. i want a baby, frankie.â your soft voice begging for the very thing he constantly thought about.
too much blood flowed south and quickly, he was dizzy as he came from the thought of filling you with his cum and fucking a baby into your cunt. his hand tightened around your waist, gripping the fabric of your dress as he came in his pants.
frank groaned deeply making you gasp softly but also a deep pride settled deep within your spirit. something about frank coming from the thought of you giving him a child, a family, a home was attractive to see.
he didnât speak for a moment, just frotting against you. âyou-you really want a baby?â his voice thick and raspy.
you nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck and his beard scratching against your cheek. âyou just came?â
embarrassment racked through his body when he thought about it, âgot too excited.â
you giggled, licking your lips and pulling back to look at him. âit was hot. i liked it.â you teased, running your hands down his chest. your fingernails scratching against his compression tee, pulling out from his pants as your fingers dipped into the waistband.
frankâs eyes never left yours, his breathing took a turn. a slight hitch once he heard his button pop free, a devilish grin settled on your lips as you dropped down to your knees.
you looked at the thick bulge and the wet patch right over the tip of his cock. you bit your lip as your hand wrapped around his shaft and pulled his boxers down. his cock was thick and covered in his cum, twitching in your hands like it was desperate for attention. the tip was still oozing cum that dripped down his shaft and to his balls.
the tension in the air was thick enough to be cut with the sharpest knife you could muster. his piercing, hungry gaze watched your every moveâeverything about it was seductive and alluring, he was losing his mind.
he bit his lip as your tongue licked up his shaft, laving over every vein before you kissed the tip. the taste of his cum lingered on your tastebuds; salty and creamy, you were ready to swallow him whole.
a drawn out moan could be heard from him as you took his cock into your warm, wet mouth. you bobbed your head slowly, hallowing your cheeks as you took him deeper down your throat. frankâs hand landed in your hair, only resting on your head unmoving.
his jaw slack as your spit trailed down his shaft and your hands massaged his balls. âyou look so fucking pretty taking my cock like this.â he said, breathlessly. his hips started to rock, fucking your throat slowly, letting you adjust to his pace.
your clit was throbbing, a wet patch on your panties steadily growing as you sucked his cock. his soft praises flooding your mind, making you whine. you lifted up your dress, your fingers teasing your inner thighs.
a shiver ran down your spine as your touch went straight to your core. you sucked on his cock as your fingers dipped in your panties, teasing your folds and shyly brushing over your clit.
frank watched you tease yourself, watching your hand dip underneath your dress. he looked back at your face seeing tears form in your waterline making your eyes glossy, âlook at you playing with your pussy as i fuck your mouth. god, youâre gorgeous.â he voiced, his hand coming down to caress your face.
you gagged on his cock as you sped up your pace, his tip hitting the back of your throat as your finger brushed over your clit, the hardened bud reacting to the pleasure making you jolt.
the tight coil of desire steadily building within the both of you. your fingers dipping into your pussy, slick dripping over the digits as you moved faster. frankâs voice registered to you as you kept going, everything he said going straight to your core.
âi canât wait to fuck you. gonna give you a baby, you want that?â he said, his hips moving faster and his hands gripping your hair gently. he fucked your mouth with fervor making you gag on his cock, tears streaming down your face.
he groaned deeply as he came down your throat before pulling out, a small amount of cum dripped off his cock and onto your lips. he watched your tongue swipe at the dribble, groaning deeply at the sight.
you swallowed every drop, licking your lips clean off anything left. you stood on shaky legs, your clit throbbed as you looked at frank drop down to his knees to return the favor.
he lifted up your dress and pulled your panties down your legs, watching your pussy glisten. he sniffed your panties, deeply inhaling the smell of your arousal before he placed them in his pocket for safe keeping.
he felt feral looking at your pussy. his mouth full of saliva, drool in the corner of his lips before he dove in. your hands flew to his hair, gripping the dark strands as he licked into your cunt.
his hands wrapped around your waist as if he was worshipping you, keeping you upright so he could keep tasting you. his lips wrap around your clit, sucking the pretty pearl into his mouthâhe whined into your cunt, feeling drunk off your taste, his desperation showing.
your thighs trembled as you moaned loudly, your hips moved, slightly humping his face as he ate you out. his tongue dipping into your cunt and fucking you slowly, licking your walls before pulling out and licking your folds.
the sweet taste of your pussy making him dizzy, in a daze as he tried to make you come from just eating your pussy. âf-frank, fuck iâm gonna come.â your voice quivered, a small whimper leaving you.
frank didnât care, he wanted it all. he needed to taste your cum on his tongue, he felt like he was going insane. your thighs shook around his head as you finally came on his tongue, your body spasming on top of him.
he licked every drop from your cunt before he grabbed the dress from the bottom and lifted it off your body as he stood over you. he tossed it aside, looking at you with nothing but love in his eyes.
his cock was twitching back to life as he eye roamed down your naked body on display. âyouâre gorgeous.â he said before he smashed his lips against yours, his hands moving to your thighs and picking you up. he adjusted so the palm of his hands touched your back and your legs were over his elbows, he lifted your body a bit as he grabbed his cock and stroked over it slowly.
he lined up with your core, pressing the tip of his cock into your cunt and dropping you down slowly. your head tossed back as you gasped at the feeling of his cock pushing inside of you. he watched as your face contorted into ones of pleasure as he stretched your pretty cunt with his cock.
his hands gripped your hips, fucking his cock into you slowly, making room for himself inside of you. his tip grazed your cervix a few times, his tip kissing it over and over.
you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, nails digging into the skin through his shirt. your moans going straight into his ear, âfrank, fuckâŚtâs too deep.â
frank cooed, smirking as your pussy tightened around his cock as he sped up slightly, dropping you onto his cock with every thrust. âyou canât take it? you can take it, i know you can.â he groaned as your pussy kept sucking his cock in deeper, âlook at you dripping all over my cock.â
his balls slapped against your ass, the sound ringing out in the room as he thrusted into you. you let out a soft whimper as you felt his cock hitting your g-spot repeatedlyâyour arousal building steadily after edging yourself, the tight spring in the pit of your stomach only getting stronger with every thrust.
until, âfrank, frank, mâcoming please.â your orgasm washed over you, making you boneless in his hold. your eyes roll into the back of your head as you came around his cock.
slight spasms racked through your body as you came down from your release. frank walked over to the bed and laid you down on the sheets, catching his breath as his cock slipped from your cunt, covered in your juices and precum oozing out of the tip.
you spread your legs and slid two fingers into your cunt, spreading the folds to reveal how greedy you were feeling. puffy walls glistened, tempting frank back in like the call of a siren.
frank beckoned towards you, eyes flittering over your body before locking onto your face. he pulled off his shirt, tossing it aside before doing the same to his pants and underwear.
he stood over you, your legs spread wide as he stared shamelessly at your begging cunt. his thumb rubbed over your clit, watching you whine and bite your lip. âyeah? feel good, baby?â
you nodded but that wasnât good enough, âuse your words, pretty. do you feel good?â
âyes, babyâŚfuck me please.â you begged softly, watching his thumb circle your cunt over and over again.
he gripped his cock, slapping the tip on your clit relishing at the sound of your sticky juices meet his sticky tip. he thrust shallowly, fucking your clit and letting his cock slide between your folds easily.
frank couldnât keep his hands off you, you were gorgeous. he watched your jaw slack and your eyes go hazy, cock drunk off him in the same way he was pussy drunk and obsessive over you. not a thought in your head as you let him use you.
your hand met his chest, sliding down the expanse of skin and feeling his solid body against yours. your fingers dipping further to meet his happy trail and wrap around the base of his cock making him groan.
you applied a bit of pleasure and let his cock glide down your folds just as he thrusted up, fucking your hand and pussy at the same time. âcome on, frankâŚgive me a baby.â
those words driving him insane as you softly begged for it. he gripped your thighs before pulling back and pushing in without hesitation, making you both moan from the intrusion. your pussy clenching around him with every thrust, he was snapping his hips against yours.
you gripped the sheets, moaning loudly as you felt his hands on your waist and his cock moving deeper into you. sweat coated your forehead, the temperature of the room only growing hotter the more you both rocked against each other.
frank watched your breasts bounce with every thrust making his mind drift to how they would only get bigger as your pregnancy progressed, filing with milk and tempting. his mind raced as it filled the picture, he leaned down and latched onto your nipple, licking the bud and feeling it harden against his tongue. he kissed and sucked on your breasts, leaving marks before he pulled away to look at you.
âbaby, fuck. i wanna give you a baby so bad, youâd look so pretty.â he cried, mumbling praises and practically begging to give you a baby.
you caressed his cheeks, looking at him, âplease come in me. i want it, god, please.â begging to come before pulling him down to kiss him, moaning into his mouth as you came around his cock for the second time.
he kept moving his hip, fucking you deeply as you came around his cock. he didnât want to stop, wanting to save his orgasm; he was edging himself as he fucked into you.
he speed up his pace before slowing down. he carved his way into your pussy, his cock gliding against your walls, dragging delicately on your overstimulated walls. his hips snapped against your hips, making you move up on the bedâhis thrusts were rough as he dug deeper into your pussy before pulling out.
he flipped you over and placed you on your hands and knees, lining his cock with your entrance and pushing into you. your arms gave out and flopped onto the bed, putting your back in an arch as he started to move.
your body was tingling, your nerves alert and alive in response to your arousal, goosebumps covered your body. you gripped the sheets and your toes curled from all the sensationsâhe was lost to the feeling of you.
frank gripped your hips and dragged you back to meet every one of his thrusts. his cock twitched at the way you tightened around him, his balls smacking your clit with every push and pull.
he leaned down, kissing down your spine before he whispered in your ear. âyour pussy feels so good. i wanna be drunk off it all the time, can i, baby?â his breath heavy, panting against in your ear before a soft whimper leaves his lips.
he felt his arousal building quickly, heat rising all over his body as he sped up his thrusts. his eyes rolled into the back of his head as you milked his cock. your pussy dripping and creaming all over his cock, he couldnât help but to watch you suck him in every time he tried to pull out and push back in.
you looked back to watch his face contort as he watched his cock slide in and out of you. you moved your hips fucking yourself back on his cock, âplease frank..â you said breathlessly.
one look at you and he filled your cunt, slamming his hips against yours and keeping them there as his cock twitched and emptied his cum. he slowly pulled out, letting out a breath as he left your grip.
your legs felt like jelly as you collapsed against the bed, feeling frank laying on top of you. his heavy body wrapped around you, you were content for a moment before you felt the weight go away briefly.
frank gently flipped your position with you on top of him. once you were comfortable, you kissed him softly running your fingers through his hair as the kiss deepened and then slowed down again.
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a/n: thanks for reading!! i hope guys enjoyed and i hope it doesnât seem crazy cause i am a little highđ but uhm yeah i will be posting this on ao3 as well (dior4you)
WARNINGS. . . smoking, fauxcest (dad/daughter), daddy kink ("dad"), just some simple domesticity <3
frank had gone out for groceries leaving you alone at the house with only beau for company. you didn't intend for that to sound like a complaint, of course, the german shepherd was great company ! he stuck by your side, let out a little whine whenever your mood dipped from the numb neutrality you usually carried, nudged at your leg whenever your knee started bouncing in impatience. beau was a wonderful companion for your loneliness, but he wasn't frank.
and you wanted frank.
the text he's sent five minutes ago told you that there was a bit of a line, his fault for going midday on a saturday, but that communication did little to settle your nerves. you pushed yourself off the couch, grabbing the pack of marlboros from the entryway table as you made your way onto the front porchâ beau following loyally as he always did.
there were no crickets to fill the silence, no birds sounding in the trees. there wouldn't ever be. the creatures of the woods went silent in the presence of predators and this little house held two of them. not that either of you had any interest in woodland creatures, but instinct was instinct. you knew that better than most.
flicking frank's lighter allowed the tip of a cigarette to bloom red, the frustrated wrinkle between your eyebrows softening as smoke filled your lungs. warm and cradling, reinvigorating the lingering scent baked into the fabric of the carhartt over your shoulders. yeah, that's better, that's home.
you're not sure how long you sat out there, leaning against the rickety railing with your eyes lazing shut between drags. frank had already scolded you once for falling asleep with a lit cigarette between your fingers, you weren't inclined to hear it again. it hadn't even been worry about the house burning down, it had been worry about you getting hurt and you're still not sure how to feel about that.
eventually, upon your third smoke, the sound of franks truck tires came up the gravel driveway and forced your eyes back open to stare as the man in question slid out. you liked watching him, even if he called you on the habit every time you indulged, it was just so easy to get lost in the pull of each individual muscle when he moved to slip grocery bags over his forearms. the way his shoulders rolled, back muscles rippling under his henley when he hauled a 36-pack of water up onto his shoulder.
"y'gonna help me out, kid ? or just stare ?"
there it was.
you shrugged, resting your chin on your knees while your eyes tracked him as he walked up to the porch, up the stairs, passing you and disappearing inside the house. you didn't bother following, not when you'd learned to trust that he'd always come back to get you. your eyes closed again, focusing on the sound of the fridge, freezer and pantry opening and closing in a steady rhythm until that too fell silent.
frank's presence lingered in the doorway after all the rummaging ceased, watching you this time. taking note of the tension slipping off your shoulders for every minute he was back home, how your fingers twitched around the end of the cigarette, how when you settled, beau settled too.
"c'mere," he muttered, low and gruff and clearly not a command for the dog.
you turned slowly and shifted onto your knees, shuffling forward until you could squish your cheek against his thigh. the worn wood beneath you dug in uncomfortably but it was easy enough to ignore, fingers bringing the cigarette up to dangle between your lips so both hands were free to tuck your index fingers into his boot laces.
a small act to hold him in place. one of many unspoken asks: stay. don't move. let me have this.
and, to frank's credit, as most things are, he listened, finger tips pushing into your hair to gently massage at your scalp.
"miss me ?" he said, looking down at the top of your head waiting for the nod before chuckling. the sound made you dizzy. "yeah... yeah, i missed you too, sweet girl."
there's a beat before you turn your head, letting the cigarette fall to the porch to be crushed under the toe of frank's boot. your lips curled back to expose your teeth like a dog waiting for permission. frank hummed above you and your head turned back, teeth sinking against denim and into the skin beneath it. it's not nearly as hard as you canâ he knew that much from experience, wore those scars with pride âjust enough for him to feel it, for you to feel the give under your teeth.
"got steak for dinner, sound good ?"
the nod he's waiting for he doesn't get which made his face pinch slightly, lips twitching, "you okay ?"
retracting your teeth you blink up at him, chin dragging along his thigh until your full face is in view. your lips work against each other, like you're practising the movement of your tongue.
"happy."
a grin split across frank's features and he shook his head, dropping into a squat to gather you against his chest. every kiss he pressed over your face made your stomach flutter, a giggle slipping out before you can register that that's a sound you can make.
frank cupped your cheeks in his hands, smoothing his thumbs over the cold skin beneath them.
"again, baby ? don't think i heard it right the first time." "happy." "mmm, one more time." "happy." "okay, okay, one more."
you push up enough to catch his lips against yours, exhaling slowly through your nose and just enjoying that shared existence, the scrape of his beard against your face, the huff of every one of his own breaths.
"'m happy, dad," the words spoken from your lips onto his own allowing you to feel the way his curled into a proper smile not just the grin he wore when he was proud. this was bigger, newer, you wanted to feel it forever.
ââ§Ëâ⧠down bad! peter parker who fucks like heâs mindless !
itâs not like heâs touch starved for any sort of real connection; everyone who he loves doesnât know who he is, he doesnât have anyone to go home to besides that red and blue stupid spider-man suit that mocks him from the hanger. he watches the news as people cheer for him but no one wants him.
truly wants him. peter parker, not spider-man.
peter parker is a man who is starved of touch. he can live with no connectionâ it was just him and his aunt for many years⌠but the feeling of another personâs hands on him that wasnât some goon in manhattan trying to put him to early retirement⌠it was foreign to him.
itâs been four years since mj, and he hasnât felt anything on his body⌠except now, his breaking point.
youre not quite sure how you ended up in his vicinity anyway, but you did. you were simply in professor banners class when he came running in at the last minute, completely sloppy looking and out of his mind to talk to the professor. you stayed back to watch him ramble to him, seeing how disgruntled he looked, the bruises on his jaw and his forearm peaking out under the empire state hoodie.
when he left, you left, and you asked for his number.
thatâs how you ended up here; in his messy bed, his cock thrusting in and out of you like a piston. heâs rough with his thrusts but gentle with his hands, like his fingers are trying to mark every single inch of your body, his lips havenât left your neck since heâs thrusted.
âo-oh god baby.â he whispers, voice cracking under the pressure of your pussy clenching down on him. your nails rake down his biceps,
you moan around him, listening to his chorus of whimpers and pleads as the wet sound of his cock forcing its way into your puffy folds fills his mundane apartment bedroom. âf-fuck peter! keep going! oh fuck!â
the apartment walls in this place may not be the thickest, but peterâs cock is, so you donât care that your moans could probably be heard from top floor to basement.
he moans when your fingers create more markings into his body, his senses going haywire with each stroke of his dick. âfeels good baby? pussy needing me sâso much, donât you?â he whispers, sucking on his right thumb before bringing it down to your clit, rubbing tight circles on it. ânever letting you go, swear to god, fucking christâŚâ
each one of his thrusts picks up with the speed and velocity only a man like peter parker could display. you couldn't describe it but you felt so full but so good at the time time. your eyes rolled back as he kisses your cheek, feeling his balls slap against your clit.
he kept thrusting like he had something to lose; his hands touched you like he was trying to keep a reminder to himself what a female body felt like, what another human's body felt like under his own callous palms.
he's never felt like this in four years, and now, he's a selfish man and who could blame him?
peter was a man suffering in silence, currently thrusting into you like he was personally trying to break your cervixâ and you didn't mind it, feeling like heaven itself as his forearms cage your head, kissing your face even as the tears flow from overstimulation, his mouth catching each one.
he brings you closer and closer, groaning deep into your ear as you tighten around him. the bed was louder than you at some points but you didn't even try to be quiet.
if anyone truly knew what peter parker was suffering with for four years... they'd understand why he fucks like this. why he fucks like it's his last day on earth. why his cock ruins you like it's never done before... and you didn't quite understand the full extent of it...
you just understood peter parker making you cum, and feeling ropes of his hot and heavy cum filling your pussy.
and in the same night? he tucks you in and sneaks out the fire escape, because peter parker only gets temporary joy when the city needs spiderman all the time.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: god, brand new day is gonna eat so hard. ive never written for peter, but he was so fucking fine in that trailer, so why not write for him. sadie, tom, and zendaya in the same movie + promotion is gonna be so funnnnn, I canât fucking wait. I do not care; i will somehow get a sadie hot ones episode as well as a sadie vs tom hot ones episode because I said so.
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â ď¸ â 18+. fem!reader. brat taming. sub!reader. oral (f receiving). daddy kink (reader calls frank dad).
On hot summer days, you often prance around the house in just Frankâs t-shirt and a pair of cotton panties. The New York heat is dry in the day but humid at night, and you canât stand the way your sweat makes clothes cling to your body. The less articles of clothing, the better. On especially hot days like today, your go to method to avoid any heat-induced-sensory-meltdowns is to starfish on the couch while nursing a fruit flavored popsicle.
âSweetheart,â Frank blocks your view of the television as he places himself in front of you, the tips of his fingers brushing against your knees. âNot that Iâm keeping track, but donât you think thatâs enough popsicles for the day? Maybe some real food soon, yeah?â
You move your head, trying to avert your eyes back to the television, but he moves once more to force you to focus on him. âMmm, maybe later. Iâm watching this! Can you move?â
His brows furrow, a disappointed frown tugging at his lips. With a sigh through his nose, he reaches for the remote and turns your show off. Your whine is something he has learned to tune out when youâre acting messy, but when your legs spread apart to reveal a wet spot in the plane of your undies, sticking to the outline of your cunt, Frank realizes just how he can get you to eat some real food, regardless if youâre overstimulated by the heat. âYouâre not being very nice, baby.â
âWhyâd you turn the tv off?â You groan, throwing your almost finished popsicle onto the hardwood floor. Thatâs something youâd regret later, but right now you wanted Frank to feel as frustrated as you. It only makes you more upset when he doesnât acknowledge the delinquent act. He chalks it up to too much sugar, not enough water, and the fact that your cunt is begging for some stimulation. Frank knows he shouldnât reward bad behavior, but his girl gets overstimulated and he feels bad for punishing you when youâre just struggling to communicate needs. Instead, heâll nip this behavior in the bud by going the other route.
Frank gets on his knees, his joint cracking as he squats down to get a good look in between your legs. The panties you wear are so practicalâ nothing lacy or made of spandex, just simple cotton that doesnât hide your arousal very well. âYou want a kiss?â
Wide eyes stare down at him, your head nodding in a hesitant manner, knowing your behavior doesnât warrant special panty kisses. âYesâŚâ you trail off, tacking a âpleaseâ at the end.
Youâre already shaping up, he thinks to himself, thatâs good. A curt nod is all Frank offers before dipping his head in between your legs and kissing your fluttering core over your panties. The taste of your arousal is familiar, and the sound of your moans is like a soft symphony Frank is the only audience member for. Thighs clench around his ears as his lips pull and tug over your clothed clit. With an arched back, you forget about the heat, forget about the television, forget about the sour mood you were in, and focus on the impending orgasm caused by Frankâs skilled mouth.
His mouth slowly opens, tongue thrusting into your hole, but itâs restricted by the underwear, and when you let out a breath that sounds like youâre about to tumble over the edge, he pulls his face away from the inside of your legs.
âDad?â you look at him with a hurt expression. Itâs not often he edges you, but you did throw the sticky popsicle on the hardwood. Maybe you deserved this.
âHey,â he taps your knee like heâs trying to reassure you before tears start to prick at your waterline. âIâll let you finish, but you have to get up and clean your popsicle off the ground, and then I want you to sit at the dinner table because Iâm going to make you something to eat. Gotta have real food, even when itâs hot out.â
You want to whine, to protest, to demand heâs finished what heâs started, but you already know youâre on thin ice and heâs offered you more grace than you deserve. âAfter I eat my food, youâll help me?â
âYeah, babydoll. Go get the wet wipes and clean up this mess,â he flickers his gaze down to the now melting popsicle, a downward curve present on his mouth to signify his dissatisfaction with your actions.
ââKay,â you mutter, slightly embarrassedâ he can tell by the way you wonât look at him, âMâsorry.â
âAll good,â he mutters, âI know youâre gonna be responsible and take care of it.â
Ak! Jason who fucks your throat whenever you talk back too much to him.
You were a fucking brat, always giving him some type of smart ass remark knowing he wasn't one to be disrespected. Even though you were "immune" to this rule he still had his limits. Giving a slick comment to him in front of his men got your hair wrapped around his hand and dragged to another room. Pushing him when he was upset was never a good idea, but now he was beyond just mad.
Jason had you sat in front of him, collar on your throat, just tight enough where he could barely slip a finger under it. Tears were filling your eyes, begging to pour out with every harsh thrust. Drool covered your lips, any makeup you had on now smudged.
"Don't start that crying shit now. Y' know the damn rules. Wanna act like you're stupid? Then I'm gonna make sure you remember your god damn manners."
Every time you tried to pull back you were just pushed back down. His dick bobbed along your tongue, heavy and thick. The furiousness of his thrust matched just how pissed off you made him with your little act. Your knees began to ache, thighs burning from being forced to sit up. With each act of trying to hold his thighs you were only met with a slap to the cheek.
"Breathe through your nose, because I'm not letting up."
jon snow muscular thighs and manspreading and so tired and frowning at a letter and shirtless and wearing only boxer-style undergarments and you can see the corded muscle of his thighs flexing when he shifts and your chair right now is so uncomfortable and and and
sex with jack abbott is needy and passionate. his thrusts never seem to be lacking love and force. his kisses are always filled with intensity and desire, teeth and clashing tongues.
itâs you both whispering reassurances to each other, you telling him you love all of him, regardless of his ailments; and him telling you he loves you regardless of true age gap or your own insecurities. âso fuckinâ pretty honey, didnât-didnât know it could fuck-feel like thisâ
sex with jack abbott is waking up at sunrise because he thinks sex in the early mornings keep the relationship alive. his tip kisses your cervix and keeps sleepy moans whimpered out of your mouth. âthatâs right baby, time to get up. need me for everything, gotta wake you up with an orgasm everyday-shitâ
sex with jack abbot is getting a text after his shift saying âbe readyâ, knowing it means he expects you kneeling behind the welcome mat inside the house wearing that outfit he loves; a pink lingerie mini dress, knee high socks, and a bell collar that he bought you when he introduced you to his world. ânothing-nothing will ever compare to that s-sweet pussy if yours, but your mouth sure as hell tries hardâ he says this with a disbelief filled chuckle.
sex with jack abbott is bdsm and kink filled but never lacking love and intimacy. he fucks like heâs angry with you but also like he needs and craves you. Jack abbott is a desperate man with vile needs.
Pairing: Soft dom! Geto x Sub! Gojo x Hard dom! Reader
Summary- After an amazing date at the carnival with your boyfriends, you got âexcitedâ on the car ride home, and once you got inside? Well, none of you could move by morning.
A/n: SOMEONE PLAY HEADSHOT BY RJ PASIN!!! A part of my Gala Of Pride event, you know, cause I'm gay and stuff. WHO LOVES TO PEG A MAN?! MEEEE!!!(I've never been in a sexual situation)
Taglist: @mtcloudsworld, @aizawash0e, & @jellywrites1218. (My beautiful moots who encourage my filthy writing, love them!) Official taglist: here
CW- Mature content, OOC(Geto, I feel), humor(crack), I kinda rush into the smut cause I'm really like that, not much dialogue cause I get into the dets, m/f/m, BLB, intoxication(reader & Gojo), dub-con(drunk sex), fingering through the panties(?), loads of sloppy kissing, spit, strap-on action(reader 2 Gojo), sandwich situation & Eiffel tower situation, oral(Geto receiving), pegging, P in V⼠unprotected(no diy), hands-free cumming(Gojo), several orgams, cum eating(Gojo), praise(Geto) & degradation(reader), gentle ending/aftercare, crying from pleasure(Gojo), ass smacking(reader 2 Gojo), we're going to hell, etc.
Geto watched you two with a grin on his lipsâwatching Gojo stumble while laughing because of his intoxication and you slurring and drunkenly giggling.
A complete hot mess.
The three of you made your way to the car, moving through the crowded walkways of the carnival. Screams, laughter, and music echoed through the mall parking lot, and the smells of carnival food made your stomachs curl, but your mouths watered.
You lost track of how many rides you and Gojo had been on, then how many drinks you had after them, then how long Gojo was throwing up in a bush because he decided it was a good idea to go on a ride that dropped him down from sixty feet in the air.
Geto watched the whole thing in amusement, you two and your odd behavior enthralled him in ways he wouldn't admit. Geto had no choice but to be the responsible one in the relationship, you were a party girl and so was Gojo. You two could stay up all night bar hopping, recklessly driving, making out, and trying new foods if he didn't step in and make both of you settle down.
Your relationship started around three years agoâa threesome. Something that was supposed to be quick and simple for all of you; however, during the aftermath, you talked and got to know each other.
Gojo and Geto had already been a thing, then you entered the equation. They had kept their relationship under wraps but you stepped in and made them expose their love for each other without shameâoh how you loved to see your sweet boys loving each other.
While a poly wasn't what you expected on your visit to Japan, you weren't mad at it.
âI see three moonsâŚAm I crazy?â Gojoâs head was thrown back, staring up at the night sky full of stars, his eyes drifting back and forth.
âFor seeing three moons? No, you're drunk. In general? Yes, you're an egotist psycho.â Geto replied, hands stuffed in his pockets, smug pride all over his face.
âThat's hilarious coming from you.â Your sarcasm interrupted their conversation as you jumped on a bench.
âThat's exactly what I was thinking.â Gojo agreed, following your footsteps and climbing onto the bench with you.
Geto rolled his eyes at both of you and stopped his steps in front of the bench.
âCan you get off the bench?â
âNuh uh.â You both replied in sync.
âPlease?â Geto's foot tapped impatiently.
âNeh.â Gojo shook his head, going to stand on the arm of the bench.
âOkay.â Geto reluctantly sighed and moved forward.
First, he slid his hand underneath your armpits and lifted you off the bench.
âAh!â You squealed.
Then as he was going to grab Gojo, the blue-eyed demon leaped onto his back, arms clasped tight under his neck.
âUnhand me you troglodyte.â Geto's eyes slowly twisted to the Gojo whose head was resting on his shoulder.
âYou love me.â Gojo replied, teasingly with his obnoxiously boyish grin on his face.
âYou're very lucky I do.â Geto signed in annoyance, carrying Gojo on his back and holding the back of your skirt to keep you close.
You two were chaos, pains in the ass, adult children, but in the end, you were his and no matter how badly he wanted to shove melatonin down both of your throats and lock you away in the basement for a day of silence, he loved you two.
â
The car ride was smooth and quiet, just the small hum of the AC and the sound of tires gliding over the roads.
You and Gojo rode in the backseat as Geto drove, and you stared out the window observing each building and piece of woods you sped by. Your body leaned over Gojoâs to get a clear view and Gojo's eyes traveled your body with desire struggling to ignore his growing arousal.
You were immersed in staring until you felt a small graze on your inner thigh, then his fingers inched closer.
You looked back at your boyfriend and his lips curled into a âoâ with a small and quiet shush flowing from his lips as his large fingers dragged down your lips.
You compiled and spread your legs for him. A smirk grew on his lips and he pressed the padding of his fingers against your clit, building a slow circular motion.
A cold shock ran through you, causing a jolt from the sudden stimulation. His finger arched in, curling forward and steering against your pulsing clit. You felt your ichorous lubricant pour itself out of you, inundating the thin pink cotton of your panties.
Each gradual stroke of his fingers built your ecstasy and brought those lewd thoughts to your headâ oh, the things you would do to him when you got home.
He dragged his digits between your vulva, gathering your dripping excitement that melted down his fingers.
You bit your lip to contain the moans that sat at the tip of your tongue. He hushed you once more before slowly tugging your damp undergarment to the side, little did he know that Geto knew.
He glanced back and forth between you two and the road, pushing his hips forward to handle the bulge pressing the zipper of his jeans that just continued to get tighter.
â
âWe're here.â Geto pulled the car to a halt and cut off the engine.
Gojo pushed the door open with ease, and a dried residue was on his fingers as he wrapped them around the handle. You climbed out behind, biting your lip, and a lustful gaze, running over him. Your filthy thoughts grew more intense the closer you approached your house.
Gojo was oblivious to how both of you were looking at him, eyes full of burning desires and minds full of raw thoughts and fantasies that were destined to come true.
Geto wasted no time unlocking the door and moving into the house, he left you to lock the door while he dragged Gojo away to the room to get him ready for both of you.
âUgh, I'm exhausted-â Geto cut Gojo off with a kiss rich with passion and heat. Gojo involuntarily moaned into the kiss, his hands creeping up Getoâs chest.
You followed into the room and locked the door behind you. Geto broke the kiss, a glint of excitement in his dark eyes, knowing exactly what was about to happen in the room.
He stripped Gojo out of his clothes, jacket, shirt, then pants, then his boxers till his lean body was nude and exposed to both of you and your dirty intentions.
You stripped yourself, leaving your undergarments wrapped around you. After you made your way to the bottom drawer of your dresser to grab your favorite âtoyâ.
âDamn.â Geto huffed, grinning as he observed the two people he got to call his own.
âI see what you two want tonight.â Gojo teased, sitting down on your king-size bed. As if both of you weren't about to engulf him from the inside until he was unable to move.
You stepped into your strap-on and hooked it around your hips. Meanwhile, Geto removed his jacket, then unhooked his pants painfully slow in front of Gojoâ a torture tactic to make Gojo pulsate with elation.
Geto spread his legs in a âvâ shape, with his knees lifted slightly. Gojo's eyes shifted to his boyfriend's erection, a sudden need to please him running through his mind, and he crawled forward on all fours bending down and dropping his mouth open.
Geto wrapped his cold slender fingers around his throbbing length, the sensation of his fingers sending a jolt through his sensitive cock. He pressed the crown of his shaft against Gojo's pink lips wet with saliva, pushing past them and allowing his tip to enter Gojo's warm mouth:
You stood on your knees behind Gojo, fondling the softness of his ass. Spreading him open, you sent a wad of spit riding down between his ass for lubricant. Then you spit into your hand and stroked your cock, after doing so you teasedâ rubbed the tip over his hole, pushing the head in then pulling back, teasing his ass with small slaps from your cock.
Gojo's hand reached back, folding around your rod trying to shove it into him. A smug smile of satisfaction filled your lips and you slapped his hand, swaying it away.
âNo, you be a good boy and wait until I'm ready.â You hissed, slamming a slap against his ass.
Gojo moaned around Geto's dick, sending twitchings through Geto. His mouth sealed around Geto, deliberate sloppy sucks up and down his cock, the corners of his lips poured out spit that rode down to Geto's sack.
Geto felt sparks watching Gojo become a male slut for his inches, wanting to praise and admire the work his boyfriend was doing.
âAahh,â Geto released a broken moan, âgood, you're doing so well, keep goinâ just like that.â Geto cooed and encouraged his beautiful boyfriend.
You felt a fire ignite in your chest, a dosage of an indubitable power over Gojo, a dosage that gave you a high.
âFuck, you're such a dirty slut,â you snarled, proceeding to crash your cock into his tight hole, gapping him apart with your six inches of length.
âMmh!â Gojoâs muffled moans erupted once he felt you plunging inside of him, the warm silicon dragged along in him a sensation that brought out another side of him. With each thrust plowed in him, his hole widened then clasped back around the inches.
You rolled your hips with a relentless cadence, the vibration of domination rumbling through you making each thrust harder than the last. Each hammer into Gojo's sensitive dome was made with determination and want of supremacy, you hauled yourself out then back in deeper than the last time.
Geto watched you attentively, each tough plow of your hips against Gojo's pelvis, each huff and pant you released while keeping your eyes on the man you were splitting open, and every smack and rub you brought to Gojo's got him ready to take you and put all of himself in you.
However, the luscious feeling of Gojo's sealed warm mouth around his length, his tongue stroking the underside, and throat closing around his hot tip. His cock twitched, knocking Gojo's throat making him gag, dewy spit gleaming as it rolled down his cock, salty tears soaking the poor man's cheeks as he struggled around his cock and was overstimulated by the overwhelming pleasure.
Gojoâs cock toughened and he felt a buildup in his pelvis, cock leaking small droplets of pre-cum.
âAhh, fuuck!â Gojo pulled away from Geto's cock and cried from his intense climax, his cum draining and leaking all over the bed.
Geto watched pumping his cock, hands coiled tightly around his hard-on, his pace frenzied, desperate for his building orgasm. Pre slid down his knuckles, the white cream coating over them, and his cockhead. His hips twitched involuntarily, a small pulse in his stomach before he gushed out on his hands and the bed, the milky climax ran down his hands, cock, and thighs.
Gojo's face flushed with heat watching Geto's climax and he excitedly began to lap up all of his milk.
âGood, that's my boy.â Geto praised, running his fingers through Gojo's white locks.
Geto looked up at you, eyes gleaming with exhilaration and ecstasyâ obviously not ready to finish just yet.
â
Behind you was Geto, lining himself up with your throbbing hole, and in front of you was Gojo, legs spread apart and a split hole ready for you.
Your wetness from watching the prior activities, leaked down your inner thighs and smothered you completely. Geto towed his long fingers through your folds, scooping up your sappy arousal and rubbing it over his pulsing tip mixed with his remaining cum.
Geto was precise with his thrust, calculated and international. He rode himself in your warmth, a slow deep push inside of your walls, and steady hands clasped around your hips.
âFffuck.â You released a shuddering breath, his cock filling out your walls making your cilt pump faster.
Gojo spat on his fingertips and rubbed them over his thumbing hole, coating it for you. You slowly pushed your strap back into him, rolling your hips to gain a steady but merciless pace.
Geto drew his cock back, letting you folds tease him then bucked back into, Geto's impact made you propel harder into Gojo, causing both you to shake and quiver.
âAhh, yes.â Gojo released a frantic moan from his throat, hands curling the sheets into his fist as he bit hard at his lip.
Geto controlled the whole situation, with each pump he made was one you made into Gojo.
A gentle thrust would gain a lazy:
âYees, baby,â from both of you.
A hard thrust would gain an:
âFuck, just like that,â from both of you.
Either way, he had control and he loved it. He rocked his hips back and forth, knocking in and out of you hitting your sweet spot on each thrust. Your walls embraced him tightly and icky and wet âplapsâ filled the room, his balls slapped against you leaving your dripping all over him.
You could feel his warm breath grazing your face as he stayed silent, focused on a sharp pace destined to bring your orgasm out of.
Meanwhile, Gojo could barely contain himself between the high of his previous position, watching you both, and his climax still hanging. He could feel the pressure hardening him, it made his back arch up, toes curl, and shaky breaths fall from his lips.
Your clit twitched, aching for stimulation and your pending orgasm. You pulsated around him, clasping tightly while your hips jerked from pleasure, you could feel that hot sensation blooming ready to coat Geto's cock white.
Unable to focus on both of your men at once, Geto gained your attention with his calculated and attentive thrust, which you forgot Gojo was squirming from the build-up and didn't realize it until:
âOooh, yes!â He exclaimed, steamy cream spraying over your thighs and lower stomach. He huffed and rolled over, panting like an exhausted dog while he struggled down from his high.
Your eyes followed your boyfriend who had given up, then you looked at your other one, who was determined to make you reach your high.
âG-Getoâbaby, oooh fuck!â You followed behind Gojo, your heat gushing from you and coating Geto's rod. The high made you squirm, hips pulsating, walls streaming out your release while opening and closing, thighs trembling and soaked, and then finallyâthe collapse.
You fell forward, the mattress sank and creaked from the impact, you curled into the warmth of your damp sheets, and caught your breath.
The aftermath hung over the room, now quiet with pants and huff. The aftermath was heated and intense till Geto gently draped a blanket over both of your bodies, a gentle act of aftercare and intimacy that calmed the air.
You shivered from the sudden cool air that blew from under the sheet but all was at peace once you felt Geto's arms wrap around you and Gojo's hand caressing your stomach gently.
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