pope coming home from a long day and he looks oh so sad so u just sit at his feet and let him play with ur hair while resting ur face on his muscular thigh…..yeah.
kinda icky kinda hot thought BUT imagine pope is pissy about you going out with your friends. he was annoyed about you going out in general but even more so when you told him he was forbidden from following you there and lurking in the club like the protective guard dog he is. any other night he would've disregarded your demand but he was particularly needy about wanting you to stay home. this was something you had planned weeks in advanced but he was being selfish, he wanted you and he wanted you home. that's all that mattered to him, he didn't give two flying fucks about your friends.
so he's watching you get yourself ready, all dolled up as you sit at your vanity doing your makeup. you're still in a robe but what fail to notice over the sound of your music playing is the way he's been pumping his cock into his fist bitterly, chewing at his bottom lip holding back his moans. he's timed it just right. as your reaching over for the setting spray. he's appeared beside, grabbing the nape of your neck gently and tilting your head up to look at him. his lips are on yours before you can protest, he's gentle about it not wanting to ruin your makeup just yet. he pulls away before you can whine for more, there's that pout on your face as he looks down at you. there's a slightly rustling.
"close your eyes."
"what-"
he's got his cock right in your line of sight now but the first spurt of his cum hitting your cheek causes your eyes to clench close. you try to pull away but he's got your hair in his fist right at the base of your neck. he's groaning as he paints your face white in his cum, droplets running down your cheek as he brings your face closer as smears his tip across your lips dragging it through the mess before smacking your cheek with his cock. he pulls back and turns your face to the mirror. your makeup is completely ruined and your lipstick is smudged onto your cheek too now.
"looks like you're gonna have to start over... maybe you should just stay home."
hiii bunnyyyy🤍 don’t know if this is nasty enough for ya but! pope pussy slapping you because you’re getting too loud while at Smurfs place :(you told him you’d be good but he’s just so thick and it’s so deep from the back. “all you needed to do was just shut the fuck up” he huffs into your ear “but you just can’t listen can you?” he raises his hand for every time he’s had to repeat himself but this only gives you more incentive for misbehaving
this is beautiful ♡ love me some rough pope
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pope's got you on your back, fucking you with your legs over his shoulders, his grip on your ankles. he's so focused on the way his cock slides in and out of you, your cum making a creamy ring around the base of his cock. fuck--you're so hot. n it feels so good, you can't help yourself when your back is arching off the bed, moaning so loud the neighbors can probably hear. everybody is home, and while pope doesn't really give a fuck, he doesn't want everyone to hear his girl in this vulnerable state.
you're so fucked out, practically crying with how good his cock feels, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of you--when you feel a sting on your clit, watching pope slap you, grunting, "shut up. you want everyone to hear you?"
your back bows, a gasp escaping your lips that turns into a drawn out moan at the pain, "pope, fuck!" he slaps you again, leaning down to rest his chest against yours, whispering in your ear, "can't listen, can you? too fucked out?" he lifts back up, hips keep pounding into your pussy, driving you towards another orgasm as he brings his hand down again, causing you to squirt all over him.
you're mewling, crying out to him as he watches with wide eyes, nostrils flaring when he sees what a mess you've made. he fucks you slower, leaning back down, cooing in your ear as he moves your hair from your face, being so so tender, "aww, fuck--baby. 'm sorry, you feel good? made a mess on my cock, you liked that? so pretty."
when you both walk out into the kitchen for dinner, pope's got you tucked under his arm, filling up your water to make sure you're hydrated, grabbing you a plate of food as you sit down. you're wearing one of his big t-shirts and boxers, and everyone takes a look at you over their food. pope glares at them, daring them to say a word about what they heard. his little doll. ♡
pope being obsessed with you doing your makeup/skincare
he has to keep readjusting his pants whenever you get ready :( you’re just so pretty and so focused
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he especially loves it because he made you the vanity that you sit at every morning. it’s so you—white with little pink details. worked on it every day for about a month in a garage.
loves to sit on the edge of your bed, ramrod straight as he focuses on the way you do your skincare. shifts as you start to apply your makeup, palming himself through his shorts as you put on your lip combo, mouth slightly open, looking all glossy n full.
it happens every time—you see him squirming, eyes glaring because he’s trying to focus on you, annoyed he’s this turned on, n you feel so bad for him. can’t help yourself when you get off your stool, kneeling in front of him to take his aching cock out, running your glossy lips up and down his shaft, kissing and sucking his head before taking him fully. ♡
dadbf!frankcastle , use of word dad , not proofread blurb
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coming home after a long day of the worlds bullshit , having his ear talked off by someone he couldn't bother to remember the name of. but he didn't care. no no he dosent care about anything that isn't his little girl, all soft and pretty and pliant and always so good. so easy and pretty compared to the rest of the world that's it's really not his fault he gets off on something so taboo.
picking your outfits like your doll, your small stature making it easier then hell to move you around whenever and however the wanted really, coddling and cooing you whenever he got the chance. always mentioning how he's "older and wiser" how "his little girl" needs him. and even when you could do it yourself, you let him handle it, let him care for you in every aspect. doe eyes and short skirts, asking him to reach things on the high shelf's, that was nothing. that could have been anyone, but not anyone was his bunny huh?.
He couldn't fuck you any rougher, pounding into you at a rate that made your head spin, drool pool at the corners of your mouth as your face was pushed deeper into the bed, his large, very large frame keeping you still, right there. his angel, so small and pliant and frankly the sounds the wetness of your cunt we're making we're obscene. whines and moans and whimpers that where met with the soft cooing of him. deep rumble of voice pressed against your temple as each stroke drove deep enough to kill any brain cells still working. "atta girl, that's dads baby." too strung out on his cock to fully realize daddy had slipped into dad.
good morning i just want everyone to know that pope cody is animalistically protective when he fucks you. like teeth gnashing, covering your body in his, grunting.
maybe it’s something he learned in prison; always having to defend his meals from people trying to steal it. but it translates to now, where andrew’s literally draped over you, belly to belly, holding your thighs and squeezing them and quickly surveying his bedroom. nothing-no one on earth could pull him outta you <3
mdni. mooties who've already seen this, feel free 2 ignore pope being a basement-dwelling nerd that smurf keeps under lock and key because he's a pervert pyromaniac. he's chubby, and he wears square glasses, and he's so, so, so horny. 'mom, why can't I ever go outside?' then when he does sneak out, he sees you at the beach in your itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny-yellow-polka-dot-bikini and sits in the sand twenty feet away, rubbing his achy cock through his pants, humming, rocking, and vibrating, so excited that he cums.
your friend tells you there's some guy staring, being creepy, but you think he looks nice, kinda cute, with his flushed face and gnarly little teeth, so you invite him to hangout. he follows you around the pier, and he's awkward, but he's funny, and sweet, and he buys you all snacks and drinks at the snack-bar, carries all your purses and shopping bags, all while smelling your hair when you're not looking and peeking through the changing curtain at the boutique for a glimpse at the wild bush suffocating in your bottoms.
you invite him back to your house for a pool party and you realize the depth of his shyness when he won't get in the water, won't take off his shirt. you sit in his lap and stroke his cheeks, tell him kind things he's never heard while you wiggle his top and jeans off, rub on his pudgy, freckled little belly. you see his thick imprint, now in his boxers, his monstrous thighs and it's the cherry on top, you know that you have to have him.
an hour later he's in your bedroom, glasses knocked half-way off while you push back into his big fat dick, and he's whining, scared, he can’t believe it’s happening, that you’re soo sloppy, your pussy is so creamy, it’s all over his thighs and his balls, and he’s cum three times already, and he can’t hold himself up. he puts all his weight on you, biting you, smelling you, savoring you, humping, humping, humping until he can’t anymore.
also him setting your car on fire when you try to kick him out afterwards, he wants to be your bf now, why can’t be have more pussy?
imagine being butcher’s younger gf and him making you call him daddy ( I need that man he’s so fine afjajjfkaks )
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And you know he’d fucking love it.
There was no subtly when it came to his title, ever since he saw your cheeks and the tips of your ears turn bright red when he said “Daddy’s home” he was taking it in stride, to make you squirm and to boost his ego.
He’d come home, finding you lounging on the couch with a welcoming grin on your lips. No time wasted in leaning over you to pepper your face in kisses, feeling the delicious scratch of his beard.
“Mm… ain’t you a sight for sore eyes.” He’d mutter, moving his mouth to suck onto your neck- grinning against it as he hears your breath hitch.
“Missed you, Billy…”
“Nuh uh… not Billy sweetheart.” He’d tease, tilting your chin up to hold your gaze.
“What’s my name?”
You’d blush, your body tingling with excitement of what’s to come…
“…daddy.”
“Thaaats it, good girl…”
And then of course, when his cock was driving into you- he couldn’t hold back his filthy mouth.
“Daddy’s cock feels good don’t it, sweetheart? Cmon, tell me how fuckin’ good it is.”
And when you’d moan out incoherent words, all fucked dumb from his cock he’d just taunt you even more.
“Aw… can’t even speak.” He’d tut, tugging your hair. “Such a dirty little thing for daddy… fuck- I love this pretty pussy, my own little toy.”
i’m not sure if you’ve done this before, nd i don’t want to be a bother with all of your sammy content lately (which i luv!) but . . . maybe dbf!jack who’s spending time in the guest room for a few days. it’s late at night nd reader walks into his room scared because her father has been being really mean to her lately :(( jack has a soft spot for her. he brings her in his lap nd comforts her as her daddy. . you could add smut or just leave it there ! ! i love your work sm <3
anon please you could neeeever be a bother. it's sammy bryant summer but i know where home is <3 and that is a gorg idea!!! i made myself a little emotional writing this #daddyissues so no smut but have this cutie sweet daddy jack makin u feel better !!!
cw: dbf!jack, daddy issues?, hurt/comfort, no smut
your dad's best friend jack abbot is staying at your place— his water heater is broken and he needed somewhere to stay for a little while. your father, ever the gracious host, offered him the guest room at your house. you're happy to have jack around, he's never had kids and he treats you like one of his own.
but his visit's come at a weird time. your dad's been more critical of you than usual lately. nothing you do is ever right: every load of laundry's on the wrong cycle, your room is a pigsty, every outfit you wear is way too revealing. it all starts to hit you at once, and you find yourself sniffling in your bed, your heart weighing heavy in your chest.
meanwhile, jack's up late— old habits pulling him back to the battlefield. he's on his ipad, the screen glowing with trauma case write-ups, his readers perched low on his nose. it's his version of doomscrolling, he supposes. he looks up when he hears your little knocks on the door and his gravelly voice rumbles out to you from deep in his throat: "baby, what's goin' on? come in."
as the door slips open, those soft hazel eyes meet yours. "you need somethin'?" he asks, his brows wrinkling with concern.
you shake your head, your slippers squeaking softly on the floorboards as you manage an explanation out through the ache in your throat. "no, i just... don't know why i'm here, really. 's just... dad's bein' mean. feelin'... sad... a little lonely..."
jack coos, placing his ipad down on the nightstand. he turns on the bedside lamp which flushes the room a sweet amber. "... what did he say?"
and when you tell him about your father's sharp words, how his comments have worn you down, he tuts, slipping his readers off and shaking his head with a tired sigh. "that's not right. poor thing... a girl needs a dad who'll fill her up with good feelings, not bad ones."
you nod, your arms wrapping tight around yourself. "i don't think i have one of those," you mumble, dejected.
jack's heart breaks at the sight of his sweet girl in such desperate need of comfort. and yeah, maybe it's a little self-indulgent, soothing his own paternal instincts, but you just look so fragile...
"why don't you come sleep here, okay?" he says, patting the space next to him. "i'll be your daddy tonight."
you crawl into bed next to him, his warm body wrapping around you like a shield. jack exhales gently, his arms tightening around you as he feels you whimper, the soft noise vibrating against his neck.
the scent of his cologne, warm musk and citrus, crosses with something faintly antiseptic from the hospital. it all just smells like home to you as you nuzzle into his neck and breathe it in.
he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other rubs slow circles on your back. his heartbeat is steady under your ear, and every thump soothes the ache in your chest. "shhh, i've got you," he whispers into your hair, "daddy's got you. your daddy's right here."
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