#it is hard

[the-words-we-sung]

Happy ending

[m0th0er]

nicotine patch for the summer (step dad frank x reader) blurb

step dad frank. x reader kinda blurb kinda not this is just porn m sorry but I had to write this tw: dddne language but not action, you call him dad, degradation in the slightest. true love bitch real love. I am so fuckinginigniuosod wc/1000

frank walks in on you laying out in-front of the tv. you're in your pj's. tight black shorts, something off the shoulder, you toy around with a book left half read nearby. he knows you heard him walk in, knows you heard him kick his shoes off at the door. he sits himself on the lazy-boy near the tv and changes the channel to something animated and adult. you don't move, or disagree with his choices. he quirks an eyebrow for only him to see.

you start small and slow, nothing too noticeable. he's a good guy. in a way. sure he's a version of a father to you. he's amicable, dedicated. but you've been watching him recently, just from the corner of your eye. when he talks to mom, when he heads off to work. you hear him whisper through your door, you hear him without you. its not his usual timbre.

you roll your hips from left to right. pushing your hips off of the ground, just an inch. he doesn't seem to notice. I mean you can't see, pretending to watch tv is much more interesting. but he makes a small noise, turns the tv down one notch. so you keep going.

and again, starting small. you arch your back off the ground, you think about not having to ask him. not having to ask him anymore. not having to wait for mom to be out of the house, to sit patiently by his door like a decoration. but you like that feeling anyway. you wouldn't admit that the feeling of waiting, and making him take you is much more addictive. so you shift again.

you feel his foot kick at your ankle 15 minutes later, moving your feet apart. he makes a small sound, then laughs when you spread out easy for him. "its cute, you know`?" you turn to look at him, but he barks no as soon as you lock eyes with him ,but you saw.

you saw his hand moving fast over his cock. it's leaking a pool onto his forefinger, and you're forced look back at the tv like nothing happened. mouth agape, thighs shaking from the need to put them back together.

"I said" he coughs once, then turns the tv down more. "its cute". you make a nervous sound, pressing your eyes together and all you see is the shape of him. him, with his hands down his pants watching you lie there. perfectly perverted him. he kicks his foot, harder at the joint of your ankle of you whine. "this is where you go, what's cute dad, c'mon, what's,oh-fuck- cute dad?".

you squeeze your eyes together, and force the words out as you itch your hands on the floor. what-what's cut-cute dad? and he laughs again. you hear him panting, forcing hard breaths out. you can't tell if he's sped up, or slowed down. but you can hear him, touching and watching. his voice enough to crack a part of you. "you-you know, this is, fuckin' askin' for it, right?"

he kicks at your leg again, and you can hear him standing, moving toward you like he's wading though water. you have the urge to reject him, say you weren't. but its a lie. you were begging for it the past few days.

he kneels between your spread out knees and rubs his cock into the seam of your shorts. burrowing your forehead into the ground, you whine low and loud. he tuts, quick and hooks his fingers under your shorts, rolling them down with ease. its not like you're gonna put tricky ones on anyway. "lying' out waiting, hm? fuck pathetic ho-honey"

he moves two fingers through the wet plush of your cunt, feeling you out as he slips a finger into you, and you moan like its been in your for days. he nods into your shoulder, small kisses into the fold of your spine. mhm, oh honey, cmon baby-thats,thats a girl, take dad, take daddy, yeah? fuckin' sicko-

he fucks you with two fingers until his cock has left a wet patch on your back. he pushes in, to hilt. hooking an elbow around your neck to tilt you into him, and like father like daughter- he starts slow, rolling his hips into you as he mumbles nearest praises and the right rewards. patience is a virtue, your father is a saint.

he speeds up, but his hand and mouth peels off with him as he tightens his elbow around the crook of your neck. you let high trills and drool/snot/tears drop out of you, as he fucks into you so rough you get carpet burn on your gut "waiting, waiting for me, huh little girl?lil'lady, ohhhfcuk, you got no idea, how much I wanna give you-you give me it back baby, showing off, t-te-easing me, look, look at this shit-i got a fuckin'toy huh? embarrassing, right? how much you love me, love your dad-huh? say it- say daaaddd, I know you wanna, my little fuckin sicko, cmon bay,cmmon-"

you bite at his arm, not in defiance, in need of marking, you mark him with out- you mark him take him down with you. you say what he wants, you say the parts of yourself you wouldn't say to anyone else. not for the sake of not wanting people to know, just the stuff saved for him. I love you, you do this to me-i wouldn't do it for anyone but you-take me, this is yours, its all yours, I need you, thank you thank you thank you. dad dad dad.

when he finishes inside you, he pulls out to watch him slip back out of you, then uses his thumb to push his cum gently back in. he mumbles something about dinner, about the movies, about the tv. you pull him down on the ground with you, and kiss at his face like your popping bubbles with each one. he laughs through it, and you watch tv upside down.

[gomzdrawfr]

Mermay, but make it about NikPrice

a/n: mcd (?), abrupt ending, bit of eyestrain in some of the panels

special thanks to @karlachismylife @jgvfhl @on-a-lucky-tide for the inspo and vibes :3

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[hcnnibal]

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[hotseatoflove]

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