i come once again baring the thought of frank being absolutely filthy with you. like i mean absolutely disgusting and terrible all because u call him dad ..
its not meant to make his dick as hard as it is. the term just happened to slip out your mouth on accident. ever since meeting frank, he has been taking such good care of you that your brain kinda shut off.
you asked him his opinion on something you saw online that you really wanted, "t's nice kid." a typical frank response, yet your mouth worked faster than your brain and it slipped out. "thanks dad!" you pause for a moment, glancing to the side where frank sat. he didn't say anything which normally wouldn't make you as nervous as it did now.
"m' sorry i didn't-" your words are cut off, frank grabbed your ankle yanking you down the couch.
and thats how you end up face down, ass up on the couch with him drilling his fat cock into you so hard that your head is just about hit the base of the arm of it.
"m yer dad, huh?" he grunts out. he doesn't expect you to respond, how could you when youre stuffed so full of him that you can feel him in the tips of your toes?
your walls are squeezing him so tight that he thinks for a moment his dick is attached to you. "dad-, daddy!" you whimper out, your back has a deep arch that it aches. he runs his hand up your back and up towards your head, gripping your hair and pushing your head father in the couch.
bending over, his plevis pushed up against your hips. causing him to dig even deeper into you. "its okay baby, your dad is here" you fight to push his hips away but he takes your arm and pins it behind your back.
"nah baby, you take this dick. take your dads dick, like a big girl that you are."
my dearest, ă a little red thread connecting solina and stack 'elias' moore.
our love is loud but silent, gentle but demanding. i love u until the last star dies. âĄ
eat me until there is no more of me for you to love, eat me down to my marrow, to my core, and as you do ââ repeat to me how much i mean to you.
is this what grown love is?
the type of love thatâs soft lingering touches?
intimacy thatâs way to deep that you feel it deep within your soul?
she looked peaceful like this, deep in sleep. safe within the confines of their home. elias stared at her unblinking, scared that if he did she would vanish from his sight, no his life.
he doesnât understand how someone as angel like as her became intertwined with him, swen together so tightly that the stitching couldnât be broken if he even wanted to try. he never felt a love so deeply like this. love had always been a stranger to him, his father abusive, his mother dying giving birth to him. he was never taught to love until her.
he traces her face with his pointer finger, so gentle that he barely made contact with her deep honey skin tone. she was the embodiment of beauty, love & bliss.
all his life he had to fight for everything he wanted. money, respect, authority, yet she came so easily into his life it feels that it feels to good to be true. âi would chase the sun,stars and moon just to see you smile.â he says it softly like itâs supposed to be secret, because it is.
it's his secret alone, that only the walls of their shared bedroom know. this sweet, soft spoken girl instilled a fear that grown men elias has killed, robbed and shot didn't even instill in him. that fear is love and steadiness.
tws: smut/18+ (mdni), penetrative sex, sex in childhood bedroom (with other ppl in the house), kyle looooves attention, oral sex (mentioned), ass play (mentioned), spit play (mentioned), cum play (mentioned)
reader bringing home boyfriend!kyle garrick to meet your family for the first time. the guy goes all out for a more than decent frist impression, complete sunshine and kind smiles. dressed in a soft-looking sweater (one you didnât even know he had?), and carrying a bouquet of as a cherry on top.
your family, to no surprise, drinks up all of kyleâs charm and then some. they just melt at the sight of his pretty eyes, not to mention the way he can warm an entire room with a couple laughs.
he makes sure to remember everyoneâs names. doesnât touch his hands any lower than the small of your back. helps you, your mother, your sister, and your grandmother get settled in your seats with plates of food before even thinking of anything for himself.
by the end of the night, heâs the star. a few of your uncles and an entire crowd of cousins, who said goodbye over twenty minutes ago, are still busy cackling over inside jokes when your eyes start to droop. the pillow is calling your name as you attempt to drag kyle up the stairs and to your old bedroom so you can finally sleep.
kyle, however, possesses other ideas.
being liked has never been too much of a hassle for your boyfriend. his kindness never feels fake, and isnât. he meant every bit of the respectable actions and shared humor with your family tonight. the time he had was a ball, and he canât wait to do it again tomorrowâŚ
âŚespecially after tonight.
âfuâaugh!â
kyle clamps a hand over your mouth, only able to muffle the tail of your whined curse. from behind, heâs rolling his hips and fucking you into the bed with absolute delight over the fact that the newly-crowed golden boyâthe man of the hourâis doing things that would get him kicked out if the rest of the house were to ever know.
the both of you are buried under the blankets, making the dangerous assumption that the cover is enough to damped the wet sounds of kyle smacking his weight into yours. if anything, itâs making it worse with all the sweat and cream mixing together where the two of you join⌠kyle slicking his chest against your damp back the times he really wants you to feel him.
speaking ofâ
âfeel that?â kyle breathes, flexing himself inside you after a particularly deep thrust. one that makes you forget your own name. "right there... feel it?"
âmmhm,â is all you can mewl, drooling a bit against his hand with thick breaths through your nose.
âmmhm,â kyle mocks, smirking around the him. his lips curl themselves with more confidence than usual, and thatâs saying something. he just⌠he canât help but feel all giddy over how much everyone liked him and the attention accompanied with such a feat, juxtaposed against how filthy the two of you can fuck.
to anyone else, the two of you are the perfect, sugary-sweet couple.
he kisses your cheek.
you hold his hand more often than not.
he calls you love.
your parents think him the utmost gentleman. and youâre their pride and joy.Â
but kyle, well, he knows the truth.
he sees it every day in the darkening of your stare when he spits in your mouth and tells you to swallow. when he wakes with his cock halfway down your throat and your thumb circling his clenching asshole. when he smears his load into your stomach so your skin shines just right in the nighttime air.
the both of you, freaks. completely in love. on your best behavior around family who have not one inkling of awareness of whatâs going on in your childhood bedroom. and what's going to happen every night until the end of your visit.
boyfriend's scary older brother!simon riley who stares at you too long
cw: mentions of domestic violence (not from simon)
the two couldn't be more different. simon was years older than his brotherâyour boyfriendâto the point where simon was already graduated when his little brother had entered primary. the two weren't particularly close, the considerable age gap being the culprit.
they never bonded over women because being born in two different eras did that, or what music they listened to. simon liked heavy rock, the kind that thrummed a headache in his skull if put on blast. his brother liked soft, soothing instrumental such as classical or jazz.
one thing they could agree on was you. whether simon admitted it or not, he liked you. a lot. more than he should like his baby brother's shy little girlfriend, with soft mannerisms and shy gate. it was wrong the way his eyes lingered, dark irises consumed by the black of his pupil. he's been told countless times he had a staring problem. did it offset him?
never.
he got worse.
because he saw the way you squirmed under his gaze while wrapped under his brother's arm. he saw how possessively you were tugged along beside him, like you were a mere doll to be puppeted around and shown off.
and he saw the soft, purple bruises that marred your skin before you tugged the sleeve back down. he wondered how many more of those ugly blemishes ruined your perfect skin, how much happened behind closed doors that he didn't know about.
perhaps it was the age gap that simon didn't realize what a piece of scum his father made of his younger brother. because when you showed up at his doorstep, out of all people, with rear tracks down your puffy cheeks and dried blood from an unknown source on your skin, he saw red.
it didn't matter that it was his blood he shared, he was going to spill it for tainting your purity, and keep you for himself.
im so deeply invested into dandelion!reader .. i was rereading all the post ive ever posted and i totally agree w/ everyone when it comes to dandy being happy.. from here on #NOMORESADDANY !!
lina and her dirty mind again... ( everyone act shock!! ) been droolin over frank for ages now and my mind wont shut up about him and his stupid big rough calloused hands.. (18+ belowww)
thinkin' about how frank is nothing but a grumpy old man that has a short temper... just mean and nasty just because u stomped your feet a little bit to hard for his liking :c .. so he spanks your ass a bit more harder until its a deep red, raw and aching..
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