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Love is a Verb

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader

wc: 3k words

warnings/tags: fluff, allusions to smut, Simon gets in his feelings™️

It was the first time that you dropped a plate stacked high with heart-shaped pancakes in front of him, that you realized just how much Simon had been starved for love in his life.

“What’s this?” He asks, eyebrows scrunching in confusion, staring down at his plate as though it were a bomb in need of defusing.

“Breakfast? You’d mentioned pancakes the other day and I’ve been craving ‘em since.” You shrug, walking back towards the stovetop where the next batch are waiting to be flipped over.

“They’re- you’ve never-” You glance back over your shoulder at him, watching as he appears to struggle to find the words for what he means to say. He looks almost out of place, his large, hulking frame sitting at a breakfast table with flowers adorning it (he’s the one that brought you that bouquet, of course), his bed head on full display. “You’ve never made ‘em like this before.”

“What, like hearts?” You giggle, scooping up the last of the breakfast onto a plate, making your way back to the table, seeing Simon give you a nod in confirmation. “I just wanted spread some love to my love. Is that alright?”

Setting your plate down next to his, you go to take a seat before you feel two muscular arms wrapping around your middle, pulling you backwards and seating you onto his strong lap.

“‘Course s’alright.” He mumbles into your hair, pressing a kiss wherever his lips may land on you. From those two words alone, you can tell his throat is getting scratchy, and you almost think you hear the slightest sniffle coming from him. You can’t help the surprised blush that creeps through you. You weren’t expecting him to react this way. You’re willing to bet he also wasn’t expecting to react this way.

Knowing that communicating, as well as understanding, his feelings isn’t something that always comes with ease for Simon, you decide to give him a moment, not wanting to put him on the spot. You spread some maple syrup across your stack, tilting it in the direction of his plate and receiving a grunt of confirmation before you drizzle some onto his as well. Taking your cutlery in hand, enjoy your breakfast in quiet bliss, taking turns feeding bites to yourself and your shadow behind you, always receiving a loving squeeze to your thigh after each piece you slip between his lips.

“Mum never made anythin’ like this.” His revelation arrives just as your chewing on your last bite, stomachs content, hearts even more full. You can count on one hand the amount of times Simon has brought up his family to you. You’re aware of the circumstances, and while you don’t know every detail (nor do you need to), he has over time opened up to you about what happened. “Not ‘cause she didn’t love us. I think she would’ve if she-” he clears his throat, and you readjust yourself in his lap so that you can wrap your arms around his neck, leaning your head against his shoulders, rubbing reassuring circles into the muscles your hands come across.

You don’t want to overwhelm him by looking at him as he opens himself up to you, but you want to reassure him that you’re listening, you’re here with him. He can tell you as much or as little as he wants to, and you’ll listen.

“Beth did though. Once or twice.” He adds, resting his chin atop your head, running a hand through your hair. “I mean, I’m sure she did it more than that but, I saw her do it, once or twice. For Joseph.” Your grip around him tightens ever so gently at the mention of his late sister-in-law and nephew. You’ve never seen a picture of the boy, but you can just picture him, a small little blond head of hair, maybe with eyes like his, running around, keeping his young parents busy. Knowing the fate his family endured, a shiver runs through you, but you don’t let it overcloud the moment that Simon is sharing with you. Certainly not when it appears he’s thinking of them fondly right now, reflecting on his past with a happy lens.

“I’m sure he must’ve loved it.” You whisper into the skin of his neck, sending goose bumps sprawling across the flesh.

“He did. Tommy too.” At that he gives a slight chuckle, shaking the two of you. “Even when we were younger, he could always eat us out of house and home. Was like you couldn’t get anything to stick to his bones, either, that kid. More than half the time I wound up shop liftin’ it was to feed his skinny arse.” You sit there together for a moment, holding one another, basking in the newest glimpse of his past that Simon has just offered you.

“They would’ve loved you.” He mumbles into your hair, emotion evident in his voice, his grip on you tightening desperately, as though you two might slip through his fingers if he doesn’t hold you close enough. “Think you would’a liked em as well.” At that you pull away from his shoulder, slipping your hands to cradle each side of his face, bringing his forehead to meet yours.

“They loved you, Si. Of course I would love them too.” You whisper against his lips, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to each corner of his mouth, the top of his nose, each closed eyelid, before returning to his mouth.

It’s the next week when you decide to finally tackle the last of the moving boxes. You and Simon finally moved in together a few months ago now, and Simon seems to have placed more priority on ‘christening every room’ (also known as fucking you senseless over each and every available surface in the place) over unpacking.

The handful of boxes that are left are more of the miscellaneous, don’t really have anywhere to put them, sort of items that you can’t exactly part with but don’t have any real use for. Most of it being your stuff. His time in the military has left him without a need for many material items, and so you’re surprised to find a smaller box shoved to the back of the pile labeled as ‘Simon’.

Upon opening it, you find it contains a variety of what appears to be memorabilia he’s collected throughout his time in the military, small souvenirs from his travels, old folded up uniforms, and what not. But slipped between two folded shirts, you can feel something more sturdy. Carefully slipping it out of the box, you discover a frame containing a multitude of medals.

In spite of being in love with a Lieutenant, your knowledge of the military is still slim. You don’t recognize any of the medals shining up at you, but they are numerous, and you can tell they must be incredibly important, something he’s worked so hard to earn. Why is he keeping this tucked away?

“Hey Si!” You shout in hopes that he’s near enough to hear you.

“What are you up to now, mischief?” He asks, his tone playful as you hear his footsteps approaching. “Christ, we’ve still boxes left?”

“Acting as if you don’t purposefully walk around them every day.” You tease back, rolling your eyes at him. You stand up, turning to face him with the frame clutched to your chest. He takes you in and raises a brow in question as to your discovery. “What are these?”

He steps closer to glance at what you’re holding, shoulders tensing for a moment before releasing, letting out a deep sigh.

“Ah. S’nothin’.” He tries to reach to take it out of your grip, but you swing your arms behind your back, hiding it from his grasp.

“What do you mean nothing? Doesn’t look like nothing to me, mister award winner.”

“They’re not- I don’t-” he seems to struggle with his words, and it’s only then that you realize perhaps he doesn’t view these medals in the same way you do.

“Do you not like ‘em?” You ask, bringing the frame back around to your front, glancing down at them with a more quizzical eye this time.

“I just- I’m not always proud of how I earned em, love.” He attempts to explain, reaching a hand up to scratch the back of his neck. “Some I reckon’ I don’t mind but- all just seems unnecessary to me. I did my job, all there is to it.”

“Are these like, the kind they have big ceremonies for and then someone pins them on you in front of everyone?”

“Somethin’ like that.” he grumbles, crossing his arms over his large chest.

“And let me guess, you never attended any of them?”

“Don’t need all the fanfare, lovie.” He says, stepping forward and slowly slipping the frame from your grasp, tossing it back into the box you’d found it in. “All I need’s right here.”

“I just wish you’d let yourself be celebrated sometimes too, Si…”

“Well if it’s celebratin’ my birdie is wantin’, how’s bout we go celebrate with you on top of the washing machine eh? Don’t think I’ve made you cum up there yet.” You roll your eyes at his changing of the subjects, but can’t contain the giggle that erupts out of you when he swings you over his shoulder, apparently having decided the laundry room is exactly where you two are going now. “Just put a load in the machine, only right I put a load in here too.” He adds with a smack to your ass.

You’re worried you’re about to make an absolute fool out of yourself. No, you’re sure you’re about to look like an idiot. You know how much that man loves you, but even this might be exaggerating. Glancing at the clock above the stove however, you know it’s now or never. The candles around the room have been lit, the lights are dimmed, his favourite meal is cooking in the oven, soft music is playing from the record player, you’re wearing Simon’s favourite dress on you, and you even went as far as to spruce up your hair and makeup for this. In theory, everything is perfectly set up and in its place.

So why then, do you feel so mortified as you hear the sound of keys jingling the lock at the front door? Oh right, because it’s him you’ve set this all up for.

“Hi sweetheart,” he shouts to you as he walks in, too preoccupied with removing his boots and gear to look up yet. “Smells really good, what’s-” He cuts himself off upon walking into the kitchen, eyes landing on the unusual scene before him. You watch as his irises glance around the room, taking it all in, before landing on you. He’s still stood a few feet away from you, but you swear you can see his pupils dilate as his eyes roam up and down your figure.

“Hi.” You whisper meekly to him, wringing your hands nervously behind your back.

“Hi.” He answers back, taking an apprehensive step towards you. “What’s all this then?”

“First you have to go get dressed.” You inform him, jutting your chin in the direction of your shared bedroom. The small smile working its way onto his face helps boost your confidence, nerves slowly dissipating.

“Is that so?”

“Mhmm. Even laid out your clothes for you, so you don’t have to think about it.”

“We goin’ somewhere?” He asks, beginning to undo his belt already. The movement catches your attention, likely his intention, and his smirk widens upon seeing you blush.

“Nope. We’re just celebrating at home.”

At this, he freezes his movements, belt halfway slipped out of his belt loops. His gaze scans your face, looking for anything he might have missed.

“Shit. Did I- did I forget something, baby? I did-”

“No, no no no!” You cut him off with a slight giggle, coming up to him now to lay your palms across his chest. “No, you’re okay Si. You didn’t forget anything, I’m just surprising you.” You reassure him, knowing that he only calls you baby when he’s worried he’s in trouble (or when he’s already in trouble, crouched between your thighs attempting to earn his way out of the dog house).

“You didn’t have to do any of this love.” He says, hands pulling the rest of his belt out, before he loops it around you, using it to pull you even closer to him.

“You don’t even know what I’ve done yet, mister. We’ll see if you still like me in a bit.” You stand up on your tippy toes, planting a kiss to his Adam’s apple, fingers reaching up to slowly lift the skull printed balaclava off his face. Your lips follow each inch of skin revealed as you finally slip the fabric off his visage, exposing the face of the man you love. “Now go get dressed before I change my mind.”

With a kiss to the forehead and a squeeze to the bum, your man releases you from his grasp to obediently follow your command, making his way towards the bedroom. Steeling yourself with a deep breath, you turn towards the cabinets, pulling out the secret you’d been hiding, the reason you’re doing any of this.

Minutes later, Simon is walking back into the room, dressed in form fitting black dress pants, and his large hands are finishing up the last few buttons of his white button-up shirt, the buttons appearing minuscule in his grasp. Your eyes land on his figure, and suddenly the smell of the food in the oven isn’t why your mouth is salivating so much. He glances up at you, eyes meeting and each of you fights off a small blush and a shy smile, as though you’re seeing your dates for the prom for the first time.

“You’re so handsome, Si.” You tell him, stepping closer to him.

“Think you’re just desensitized to me at this point, love.” He attempts to deflect, but you see the blush deepening across his pale cheeks. “Besides, I oughta be kissing the ground you walk on birdie, just look at ya…” He reaches a hand out towards yours, spinning you around gracefully, taking the time to admire you entirely.

The look in his eyes is glazing over, as he licks his lips, eyes unable to tear away from each inch of skin you have exposed. You’re equally become as hot and bothered, but you’ve got a goal tonight, and you want to see it through, for his sake.

“Before dinner, I uh- I wanted to do something for you.” You say, stepping back enough that your backside meets the edge of the counter top. Your hands feel behind you for what you’re looking for, hoping he can’t see what you’re attempting to conceal for just a little longer. “I don’t need to explain to you how hard you work, everywhere you go, you’re always taking care of others, Si. And you don’t get even nearly as much thanks as you should, and-”

“Love,” he tries to cut you off, stepping closer to you, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Hold on, I really want to say this. To do this.” He nods at your interjection, accepting to hear you through. “Ever since I met you, you’ve changed my life Simon Riley, and I know I’m not the only person in the world who can say that. You are a good man, a hero to many, a leader to others. You’re just- you are good, Si. I promise you are.”

You can’t help the emotion beginning to seep into your voice now, but it’s important to you that he hears every word you have to tell him, and that he knows you mean them.

“I don’t know everything you’ve done, and I don’t want to. Your job terrifies me, and every time you walk out the door I’m scared you’re going to get hurt but- you’re so good at what you do, Simon. They couldn’t do it without you. You’re important, you’re needed.” At this, you slip the frame of medals out from behind your back, bringing them in front of you for Simon to see. “That’s what these are, at least in my eyes. They’re reminders that you’re meant to be doing what you’re doing, but most importantly, they also mean you made it back. You made it back to me.”

His warm hand reaches out to brush away a stray tear that’s spilled over your lashes, his palm staying to cup your cheek affectionately.

“You’re right, we don’t need all the fanfare, all we need is right here. But some occasions call for a celebration. That’s why I’m hoping you’ll let me put these on you? Just once, just this one time, I just- I need you to know how important you and your accomplishments are to me.”

Wordlessly, he nods to you, his own eyes appearing to be brimming with emotion. Sniffling, you turn the frame over, opening up the back before carefully slipping it off. Your fingers gingerly pick up the first medal they find, bringing it up to his firm chest. You look into his eyes once more, ensuring that this is okay with him. All you see in his gaze is pure, undeniable love. One hand reaches between the fabric of his shirt and the warm, scarred skin across his pec, as the other brings the medal to the front of the button-up. With all the devotion and tenderness in the world, you secure the medal to his front, slowly slinking your hands away to see if it’ll stay in its place.

When the medal does not budge, you repeat the process over with the remaining medals, until one side of his shirt is significantly weighed down compared to the other side, and both your hearts are bursting with affection for the human being stood before you. Sliding your now empty hands up his shoulders, his calloused palms resting on either side of your waist, his eyes communicate to you everything that his lips will never need to tell you. You know him. And you know what you mean to him. That’s why as he shuts his eyes and presses a kiss to your forehead, you find yourself whispering the sentence you hope to tell him every day of your life:

“I love you too.”

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I would love a take on boyfriend Ghost coming home to surprise you, but he finds your bed empty and doesn't realize that you are in his room in his bed. Thanks.

The placebo effect, was what he kept trying to convince you it had to be, no matter how many times you rolled your eyes and told him he was wrong

How else could one explain your insistence that Simon’s bed smelled so much like him, becoming your safe space when he was away on long deployments, when he only ever slept with you in your bed most nights to begin with

Hard to believe it was nearly three years ago now that you’d told your friend since childhood, Johnny, about how your search for a new flat was going miserably. You remember how he’d perked up and recounted with a mischievous glint in his eye about how his Lieutenant was apparently searching for a flat mate at the moment, someone who’d be looking after the place while he was away for work

Unsure about living with a strange man you’d never met before, but trusting Johnny’s judgement (though the way he seemed just a bit too eager about this meeting did kind of throw you off-) you had reluctantly agreed to meet with him and at least give the flat a glance before you simply turned him down

It wasn’t until you were knocking at the door of the address Johnny had written down for you, that you’d realized he’d never even given you the man’s goddamn name, only ever referring to him at Lieutenant or LT

Johnny apparently also failed to mention the absolute SIZE of the guy, his huge frame blocking nearly all of the light from behind him as he had swung the door open and stood in the doorway before you

In a slight panic, thrown off by the massive man before you and the way the butterflies in your stomach suddenly began to flutter at the sight of him, you had greeted him for the first time with a squeaky, unsure voice saying ‘Um, hi, are you the Mr Lieutenant?’ (something he has never let you live down since)

He knew then and there that you would be the one

Not just his flatmate (though what a generous flatmate he was when he offered insisted on moving all your boxes out of your old place and into his that very same day), but the one, something he reluctantly had to give Soap credit for, seeing as he was the one who wouldn’t stop talking his ear off about you

You would be his other half, his better half

And all these years later, the two bedroom flat truly only acted as a one bedroom, considering that from the start Simon was always falling into your bed with you at the end of each night, limbs tangled together under the warmth of a lovers embrace a thousand times more comforting than an actual comforter

Still though, that first time Simon had to be gone for work longer than a few weeks, you found the lingering odor of him clinging to his bedsheets to be one of the few things keeping you sane in his absence, taking to sleeping in his room for the time being, imagining that the pillow you cling to your front was a strong muscular arm instead, littered in scars and tattoos you feel confident you could recognize from touch alone

And when his long awaited flight back home to you landed a few hours earlier than expected, tires touching down in the dark, stillness of late night hour, he decided he’d surprise you and come straight home, rather than calling you to meet him at the base like you’d insisted, not wanting to wake you

Barely able to contain himself, he decided the elevator ride up to the seventh floor would take too long, take away precious seconds that brought him closer to you, and so up the flight of stairs he went, taking them two or three at a time, rushing to see the face etched behind his eyelids every time he closed his eyes, to hear the voice that haunted his dreams each night

Quietly as a man his size could, he crept into the flat, snuck his way into your room, expecting to see your sweet, sleeping form cuddled up amongst the blankets and pillows. But his heart dropped when he noticed the bed was still perfectly made, not a thread out of place.

Trying to remain calm, though his mind was instantly swarming with every possible scenario that could have taken place, he knew he saw your shoes and jacket by the door, you couldn’t have gone far… but where were you?

He glanced into the living room, wondering if he missed you sleeping on the couch after a long day, he poked his head into the bathroom, even went so far as to check the small balcony, but finally there was only one door left to open.

And there you were, safe and sound, a tiny ball curled up into the center of his huge bed, clinging to one of his old masks and holding it close to your chest as though it were a security blanket (you’d been sleeping in his bed so much you needed something that still smelled strongly of him, you were getting desperate)

Stripping himself down to only his boxers, he tiptoed towards the side of the bed, his mind finally feeling more at peace than he ever had, gently pulling the sheets back just enough for him to slip in behind you, his strong arms wrapping around your middle and pulling you into his muscular chest

Though it should be alarming to suddenly feel a pair of hands roaming over your skin, a body holding you firmly against their own, it’s as though your body knows who it is before your mind does

Any tension you were still holding onto during his absence instantly melts away, your own hands coming to land over top of his, giving a slight squeeze of acknowledgment, not yet willing to fully leave your half asleep state, but needing to touch him, to confirm he really is here

“Hmm,” You hum, voice groggy with sleep and a smile slowly stretching across your lips, snuggling further into his embrace. “You’re home.”

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, breathing you in, wishing he could bottle up the scent of your shampoo and lotions and perfumes, if only to have something to hold onto while he’s away, understanding now why he found you in this bed rather than your own

“I am.” He whispers into your hair, sensing that you’re already drifting back into dream land, safe in his arms and his bed, knowing he’ll be there when you wake. He feels his chest tighten when he knows that you weren’t talking about the fact that he’s physically home, in the flat, but something more, something much more, because he means the same thing when he tells you, “You’re my home too, love.”

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The Addams Family (1991) dir. Barry Sonnenfeld

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The Addams Family (1991) dir. Barry Sonnenfeld

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Flood Destroying the World (1866)

— by Gustave Doré

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"Stop hogging the ciggy"-

Scene from "earthmover" commissioned by the author of the fic <3

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Yuji vs Mahito.

The final clash.

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I need what they have so bad. I miss them!!!

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Wayne Jenkins being a nasty mf.

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“Tight pussy this tight pussy that” y’all not turning her on?? Y’all aren’t getting her so worked up and wet that you can slide in with two fingers and no resistance at all? Y’all not rocking with an open, welcoming pussy that’s soft and all but pulling you in? Tight pussy means she’s not worked up enough and your job isn’t done yet. Her shit shouldn’t be clenched til she’s cumming around your fingers so hard she’s seeing god and it’s important to me that y’all know that

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Ok ok this is in my head for a while i have this smutty request where steve rogers finding out his short sized girlfriend has daddy kink and took an advantage of it.

I absolutely love this

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

Warnings: 18+, somnophilia *both parties mutually agree to free use*, praise-kink, daddy-kink, degradation, dumbification, size kink, crying, masturbation, overstimulation

Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

w/c: 1800 | masterlist |

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"Sweet girl, what're you doing," Steve grunts. His eyes open slowly, sleep still clouding his mind as he stares down at you in his arms. You're fast asleep against his bare chest, your body grinding against his mindlessly.

You look so small against his large frame, your whimpers following closely behind soft pleas of desperation. "S'too much," you whine, clawing at his chest as you nuzzle into his side.

"Baby, you're dreaming." Steve slides his hand up your neck, stroking your skin to soothe your cries.

But you only persist, humping his leg and spreading your slick across his thighs. "Wan– want..." Your eyes squeeze tightly, your mumbled words struggling to leave your dreamscape.

He shakes his head in disbelief as you let out a slew of moans, your hips moving languidly against him.

"This is the third night in a row. Can't tell if I should be flattered or worried," he grunts.

You release a heavy sigh, your hands trailing down his chest before pausing at his lower abdomen.

"Am I doing good, daddy?" You mumble.

Something inside of him ignites as soon as your words meet his ears. Daddy. His cock stirs, groaning as your hands graze over his aching tip.

"Wanna make daddy happy." You rub him gently before stopping, your hand retreating to his bare chest. His eyes darken as he repeats your words in a hushed whisper. He wants — no needs to hear your pretty lips speak those words again.

He always playfully used the term, taunting you about "not making daddy angry," every time you wanted to be a little brat. But you'd always ignore him, shoving his shoulder and walking away with a huff.

But secretly your heart was fluttering, racing because Steve was just inches away from discovering how you truly felt. You craved to call him that every time he wrapped you in his arms. His burly chest and arms crushed you sweetly as you cuddled beneath the sheets.

When he’d hold your hand extra tight in public, easing your anxiety about onlookers. “It’s okay, baby,” he’d whisper, rubbing his thumb across your hand soothingly before whisking you away to a less crowded area.

The moments when you became all too aware of how big he is. He'd tower over you, his arms wrapped around your waist as you felt his bulge rubbing against your ass.

And most of all when he thrusts into you so deep that your entire body shakes, his lips peppering kisses across your skin as you come within his tight grasp. “My beautiful, sweet girl,” he’d coo before carrying you to the bathroom where he’d fill the tub with pink bubbles and wash you off gently.

Daddy, daddy, daddy. You wanted to scream it aloud shamelessly. Steve was yours, all yours, and would never be anyone else's.

You shift suddenly, your grip on him tightening. Your eyebrows furrow in frustration, the growing need to release ransacking your body. "Please," you whine. "Want daddy’s cum. I'll be good, just wa– want you to..."

Slowly he hikes your leg up further, grazing his hand against your thigh. Your lips part as you feel his hands dance across your skin. "Daddy," you whimper. "All mine..."

Steve chuckles, his fingers tracing over your swollen folds. "That's right, baby. I'm all yours." He pushes into your puffy cunt, groaning as you clench around his fingers.

He inserts another finger, thrusting upwards and muffling his moans into your shoulder.

"Making me go insane, baby. Been humping that pretty pussy on me every night and now I know why. Want daddy to make you feel good? Play with your pretty parts?"

Of course, you don't answer, instead, you draw yourself closer to him. Moving against his fingers unconsciously.

His cock is throbbing, precum seeping down his shaft and collecting on your soft skin. With a glaring red tip, all he can think about is burying himself inside of you.

"M'go- gonna cum, daddy," you whimper.

Without hesitation, he rips his fingers from your hilt. You pulsate around nothing, whimpering from the loss of touch. He curses as slick seeps from your hole and adds to the puddle resting on his thighs.

"You've been keeping secrets from me. Haven't you, sweetheart?" He palms his length, stroking it softly against your plush tummy. You inhale deeply, your eyelids beginning to flutter.

"Apparently, my pretty little girl wants me to be her daddy." Lifting your leg into the air, Steve rubs his tip against your slit. He bites back a moan, you were so wet, so perfect, made exactly for him.

"And I'd be happy to...but if only you asked me directly, sweetheart. This would be a very different situation."

Your dreams begin to fade as reality sets in. His words stir you awake, your eyes fluttering open. "Steve?" You murmur.

He groans as he slips inside you, hugging your tiny frame against his. "Fuck, you're so wet."

You whine as he thrusts into you, your pussy squelching loudly. "Touch yourself. Feel what you've done."

On command, you glide your fingers through your slick. Your thighs are soaked, and your exhaustion begins to vanish as the gravity of the situation finally hits.

"Steve," you whine. You want to turn around and look at him but his right-hand keeps you in place. Was he angry with you?

"Did I— did I do something," you moan.

He shakes his head disappointingly, his free hand reaching for your clit. You tremble as he collects your juices before gripping your face roughly, painting your skin.  If you could see his face right now, you'd see one of agitation. Frustrated that his girl didn't feel comfortable enough to state her desires.

"You hid something from me," he grits.

"I didn't!" You object, "I swear."

"Don't lie to me." A gasp gets stuck in your throat as Steve plunges his fingers into your mouth. You choke against them, gagging as he fucks your mouth.

He needed to see your face, needed to watch you break down slowly against him. If you weren't going to tell him, he was going to fuck it right out of you.

You moan loudly as he allows you to suckle on his fingers, your ass slamming against his cock as he sinks deeper.

"You like this, don't you, baby? You like getting that tiny cunt filled even though I can barely fit. Getting fucked from behind when I come home, standing over you, gripping that pretty neck so I can kiss you."

"Stevie," you cry. It was too much all at once. His movements. His words. The fact that you couldn't tell if he was angry with you or just sexually frustrated. Steve always keeps his cool, even when he's aggravated with you he just sits you in his lap quietly and talks it out. And the thought of making him angry...it made you want to sob.

He pushes you against the mattress, switching positions until he's hovering over your precious body. His precious body.

"M’sorry," you sniffle. "I don't know what I did."

Your tears only make him growl, his chest rumbling with need. He sinks on top of you, allowing his body weight to rest on yours. You cling to him, dazed by how his body covered yours with ease. Steve made you feel safe. Protected. The only person you had ever fully trusted with your body and mind.

"You like being my dumb little baby, letting me do anything to you? Watching me play with your princess parts until you're squirting all over my lap?”

"Da– Steve." Your words slip, but you're too fucked out to notice. His warm breath hits your skin. Desperation overtakes you both.

"Say it," he grunts.

His pace begins to slow, deep, languid, strokes taking its place. "C’mon, baby. Just say it for me."

Say it?

Say it.

He knows.

He picks up his pace and your body begins to shake uncontrollably. You claw at his back, pushing your lips towards his in hopes that he'd embrace you but all he does is stare down at them. Taunting you.

"S-so sorry. I need you, daddy, please. Don't like when you're mad at me. Love being your good girl, love wh- when you use me.”

Your eyes widen in shock, your body warming with embarrassment from the admission. "I- I'm sorry," you rush out. Quickly you bury your head in his neck, hiding from his heated gaze.

"Don't get shy on me now," he grunts. "Look at me," he commands.

You pull back, staring into his eyes helplessly as tears begin to fall down your cheeks. His gaze softens as he watches your bottom lip tremble.

“I didn’t know how to tell you,” you whimper. “Didn’t want you to judge me…”

He pulls out slowly before slamming back into your throbbing cunt. You scream his name, your nails digging into his skin as your legs cling to his waist.

“I’d never judge you, sweetheart.”

Every ounce of his weight blissfully crushes your frame, wrapping you in warmth. You become all too aware of his strokes, the way he sinks into your sopping cunt relentlessly. Vulnerable. You felt vulnerable and protected all at once.

"M'gonna cum, daddy. Can't hold it. Fuck, feels so good."

"I know, baby. Squeeze daddy’s cock, c’mon, sweetheart.” You cry out his name as a wave of bliss crashes over you. Your walls pulsate around him, trapping him inside of you.

You begin to squirm as your high takes over, thrashing against him as he whispers into your ear. "There you go, pretty baby. Atta girl,” he murmurs. "Making daddy so proud."

"Want your cum, Stevie," you whine.

"Yea? Tell daddy you won't lie to him again. Tell me how sorry you are."

"Won't lie anymore. S-so sorry, daddy. I'll be good for you. Just need you, please.”

He groans as you plead with him, begging him to fill you up with everything he has. "Need daddy’s cum. Please, Stevie."

Your airy tone goes straight to his cock, the pleas breaking him down piece by piece.

Steve slams into you one last time before shooting load after load between your puffy folds and into your channel. His heavy balls contract, pulsating against your ass as he unloads.

He can't stop. Your soft whimpers are never-ending and it only makes him want to provide you with more.

Steve presses his lips against yours, swallowing your cries. “That’s it, baby. Take daddy’s load. Doing so good for me.”

You're dripping with spend by the time he finishes, a shudder ransacking his body before he fully relaxes on top of you.

He stares at you with so much adoration that it hurts. “What do you say?” He murmurs, his eyes half-lidded as he kisses your forehead.

"T-thank you, daddy."

[ladyalice5]

baby don’t play with me because i’ll delete every fucking word tonight and disappear like a ghost.

if i find out someone has fed my work to the plagiarism machines to get an ending because they’re impatient, not only will i do everything in my power to find out who you are and expose you irl, i will also show up to your house, punch your mother in the head (because you definitely still live with her) and shit in every single pair of your shoes before i beat the fucking brakes off you. choose wisely.

[ladyalice5]

soup

a/n: this whole fic is 100% @chvoswxtch fault because one day when I was about to make dinner she planted this idea in my mind, after too long of winding each other up with thoughts about him, when I attempted to say goodbye so that I could cool down enough in order to not cut my fingers off or burn the food because I was too busy drooling, this menace just went, and I quote: "try not to think about him fucking you from behind while you cook." needless to say, I was a mess that night.... I was already a mess before, but then I just 401 error and I haven't recovered yet

warnings: frank castle x reader, smut, established relationship, cooking soup (good soup), kissing, clothed sex, kitchen sex, couch sex, dirty talk, size kink, oral, fingering, light anal, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, impact play, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, creampie, cumplay, overstimulation, just them being cute and nasty and domestic together

word count: 3577

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The soft sound of Nat King Cole crooning was barely audible from the speakers in the living room, mixing and mingling with the soothing rhythm of raindrops pattering against the window in front of you, yet your hips still gently swayed to the tune as you grabbed the stripped oven mitt still laying on the counter beside the stove from the last time you’d checked on the broth bubbling away in the large pot. 

Lifting up the heavy lid, the heat from the metal slowly began to seep through to your touch as you checked on the progress, briefly watching the ivory beans dance around in the simmering liquid, wispy aromatics bubbling alongside them, before you covered it up once more. 

Standing beside the sink, you transferred the lightly dripping head of dark green cabbage onto the cutting board. After temporarily getting distracted by a thunderous roar that was heard from somewhere outside far in the distance, you then sliced the knife in your hand straight down the middle of the cruciferae, the crunchy vegetal sound reverberating off the kitchen walls. 

Hearing the floorboards suddenly creak, you whipped your head around to find Frank leisurely leaning against the doorframe, eyes glued to your form as an adoring smile warmed his stern features. 

“Frank!” you exclaimed, chuckling lightly at the fright he had managed to stir in you, “when did you get home?”

“About three songs ago,” he stated, the gentle music still buzzing from the room behind him. 

“And you’ve just been standing there this whole time?” you bit down on the smile that fact conjured. 

“Yep,” he drawled, readjusting his crossed arms. It didn’t take long after you’d turned back to the task at hand that you felt his warm touch wrap around your waist and felt his deep voice tickle your ear, “what are you making?” he rested his chin on your shoulder. 

“Soup,” you shared, cutting rhythmically through the hardy greens. 

“Mmm,” he hummed, craning to plant a tender peck upon your clavicle, his beard gently scratching your skin, “that sounds great…” his tender hands nearly burned through the material of your dress, causing your moments to slow down ever so slightly, “so, what do you have to do now?”

“Well, the base and the bean are already cosy in the pot, doing its thing,” your breath briefly hitched, interrupting your determined explanation, as his wandering touch triggered goosebumps to erupt across your skin, your form instinctively curving into him as his fingers lightly caressed your midsection, your still swaying hips and just shy down your thighs, “but I thought I’d get a head start with this before it’s time for them to go in so that I don’t go and get distracted by something else and then end up having to rush cutting it up.”

His slow breath clear in your ear, he sneakily brought your hips back flush against his, your soft bottom a stark contrast to the excited tightness in his dark jeans. Feathery kisses roamed your neck as your chopping gradually came to a stop, your eyelid growing heavy as you felt your pulse spike, especially making its presence known between your legs. 

Inhaling deeply, his hands slid up to capture your covered boobs in a teasing grasp, “Frank…” you warned softly, though your ass lazily melted back against his hardness.

“Yeah?” nose gracing the shell of your ear, his touch boldly drifted down your dress, effortlessly finding your centre through the fabric, your pulse thumping against his graze. 

“I am holding a knife,” you pointed out, trying to compose yourself, even though the way that he caressed you over your clothes successfully swayed your brain to fit something else into your evening’s schedule. 

Nipping gently at your flushed cheek, you heard the smirk on his lips as he acknowledged, “so?” burying his fingers in the fabric billowing around your legs and slowly hiking it up, “you really think that fact scares me?”

Bunching the skirt up around your waist, clenching it tight in one of his iron fists, the other one dipped down below it and only briefly tickled you over your panties before hooking a finger in them and pulling them to the side. Fluttering through your glistening folds for but a moment, as soon as your hips bucked in search of more, he took it away. 

Turning your cheek to complain, his lips grazed your skin as his grasp enveloped yours still clutched around the kitchen knife and set it down for you. Fluttering eyes locking on his form, you watched as he sank down, kneeling behind you on the cool tile. Holding your gaze for a moment as he hungrily nipped at your arched backside, he then determinedly dove in, burying his face in between your thighs. 

“Holy shit,” you gasped, gripping onto the edge of the countertop as his tongue lapped up your essence, “Frank!” desperately latching on like your pussy was his oxygen and he had just come up from a dive in the deepest of oceans. His muffled moan vibrated against your folds, making your legs quiver, “you’re-, you’re-…” sturdy nose bumping deliciously against you as he fluttered up to bury his tongue in your heat, “holy fuck!”

Growling ecstatically as he momentarily pulled back, each of his broad palms glued to your soft cheeks, fondling the flesh below your hips as he admired how your core dripped for him. After landing a swift tap across your ass, he began to slobber at your little rosebud, determinedly moving with you as the dizzying sensation made you rise up onto your tiptoes. Framing your bottom with his burly arms, he then shifted one of them, lowering it till found your cunt, promptly plugging up your clenching pussy as his mouth devoured your other hole. 

Briefly retracting once again, you felt a dollop of his spit harshly impact your core, withdrawing his finger and spreading it around your glossy petals before shoving two of his digits right back inside, leaning back as he pumped them in and out, admiring your mess as his free hand lowered to palm his tightness through his pants. Curling them softly, he found that spot that drove you wild. One of your rowdy legs nearly kicked his ribs as he began to harshly rock his fingers within you, his hand nearly vibrating as your pussy squelched at the pressure. Though just as you felt yourself near the edge, his touch faltered. 

That tease, he had to have known how close you were. Arms flailing to get him back, your whines were swiftly knocked out of you and traded in for a breathless moan as he suddenly straightened up behind you and filled you up in one fell swoop. 

Clenching around his girth as he gave you a second to accommodate around him, you caught sight of his reflection in the raindrop-adorned window before you, his brow furrowed as he stared down at where you had taken him so beautifully. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” you saw his eyes roll in his skull at the pleasure of your warmth. Wrapping his strong arms around your form, one of them came up to seize your jaw, hungrily turning your head so that he could capture your lips in a heated kiss. 

Grinding back on him as you were still so close, your collective moans mingled as your head tilted back, breaking off the needy kiss. With webs of saliva still connecting your mouths, you hazily blinked back into his eyes as he let go of your chin, grasping your hip and aiding you back against him, egging your desperate bucks on. 

“I missed you today,” he shared his breath as you chased your high, “real bad,” his nose gently bumped against yours with every needy roll, “and then I came home and saw you just-…” he let out a low groan, grasp tightening around your moving hips, “you’re like a fucking angel…” 

With frantic moans gushing out of you, your legs trembled as you creamed all over his throbbing cock. Arm feverishly twisting, you snatched up the edge of his dark t-shirt like a lifeline and whimpered, “I love you,” completely enamoured by his dark coffee eyes staring back at you, “I love you so much,” he crashed his lips against your own once more, silencing your entranced cry. 

Slowly pressing your hips further back against his, burying himself that much deeper within your still trembling core, your grip on him tightened as he moved you, sliding you silkily upon his cock and gently fucking the sensitivity away.

“I love you too,” his deep timbre washed over you, like magic the sound aiding your trembling pussy to quickly bounce back, “so much,” he disappeared in your eyes, “god, you’re sexy…” before your head sluggishly lulled back and reunited your vision with the drizzly window.

Your entire body rocked against the counter as he bucked up into you, “Frank,” you uttered breathlessly as he stretched you out at a rhythm that was both so slow yet so hard at the same time, “oh my god, you feel so-, so-…” you crumbled down against the table, your head right beside the cutting board, “fuck!” 

“I feel so what, huh?” he teased your blissed-out babble, “so hard? So big? So good?” his thrusts began to grow more selfish, the lewd clapping of hastily exposed slivers of skin echoing and overpowering all the other soothing noises that vibrated throughout the apartment, “you like how this cock fills you up to the fucking brim, do you?”

“Y-yes!” you struggled to get out, feeling his warm, broad palm spread over your spine as a tender anchor while he fucked your brains out. 

“Yeah, you love this cock, don’t you?” his hips slammed into yours, “tell me,” he dared you with a sharp smack across your bottom, “tell me you love it.”

“I love it,” you blubbered, your face buried in the crook of your folded arms on the counter. 

“You love what, sweetheart?” you didn’t have to peek back at him to know how hard he was smirking. 

“I love your cock,” your toes curled as his broad thumb suddenly began to rub over your other hole, “I love it,” still slick from his kisses, he swiped over it, “I love you-, I love-,” tickling you gently before slowly sinking it in, plugging the opening up just to the first knuckle.

Like the rain pouring down outside, so did you as you came, your pussy gushing all over his girth. Swiftly yanking his dick out, he harshly rubbed it through your folds, “there you go,” flicking across your clit and urging more of your juices to squirt out, “there you fucking go,” showering down onto the cool tile floor.

Panting, he spun your jelly-like figure around and kissed your lips fiercely. Scrambling, he fervently plucked you up into his arms, wrapping your shaky legs around his hips as your tongue danced across his own. In a haze, you clung to him like a koala, fuzzily curling your arms around his neck, eternally thankful for his might as he held you secure against his boulder-like body. 

Eyes shut, soft hums escaped your lips and vibrated against his own as you felt his legs begin to move, swiftly exiting out of the kitchen. Fat length still like a rock nudged against you’re your trembling centre, you gently began to rock against it, a decision that caused Frank to suddenly change the destination to where he was carrying you. 

A sharp yelp erupted from your lunges as your back suddenly collided with the leather couch cushions. The shocked squeak swiftly melted into a warm giggle, one he fleetingly echoed as he dipped down to join you, knees resting below your dropped form, your legs folded up at your sides from both the fall, but also the delicious exhaustion that had kicked in. 

Reaching down between your bodies, your form jaggedly jumped as you briefly circled your sore pearl before seizing Frank’s third leg, his clothes still clung to his figure, as did yours, only zippered were undone and fabric desperately pushed aside to free what needed to be freed. Fingers barely meeting as they wrapped around him, you gave him a few generous tugs before guiding the tip back down to your entrance. Mouth agape, you nudged him against your sobbing hole, his brows furrowed in pleasure as he stared down at you intently. 

“There she is,” he smirked down at you, “there’s my fucking dirty girl,” noting the dreamy glint in your eye, “you want some more, huh?”

“Please,” you whined as he kept his hips locked, making your job impossible, “I do, I really, really do,” he then wafted away your grasp and held at the base of his heavy length, “I need it!” you squirmed beneath him as he tapped the weight against your overly sensitive core, your sodden panties still clinging on the sidelines.

“Yeah?” you expected him to tease you, to twist your arm until you said uncle, but no, that wasn’t what he did at all. “This what you need?” he mercilessly slammed back into you, a strangled moan rolling off your tongue to answer his taunting question, “then fucking take it like the good little slut I know you are.”

You were nearly crushed as he fucked you into the couch, though you didn’t care one bit about the odd position when he made you literally melt the way he did. 

Folded in half, face smooched into the cushions, your collective moans echoed throughout the apartment. Hands engulfing your waist, you felt like a ragdoll as he fucked you, balls slapping against you with every primal thrust. Tits nearly spilling out of the delicate neckline of your crumbled dress, Frank fleetingly caught the jiggle, palming it roughly before focusing in on the pebbly nipple poking through the fabric, pinching it harshly and causing your eyes to grow glassy. 

A low growl seeped out of him as he watched you squirm so deliciously. Swatting the soft skin lightly before refastening his hold around your form, he readjusted you and yanked your hips further up off the couch, curving your spine and hauling your hips against him like you were just a little fucktoy, a cocksleave for him to get off with. 

“Where are you going, huh?” you heard him chuckle as you practically dug your face into the sofa, your entire form just uncontrollably curling up from the overwhelming ecstasy, “don’t hide that beautiful face from me,” he uttered adoringly while pounding your puffy pussy into next week, “look me in the eye when I’m fucking ruining you,” and painstakingly, you forced your blissed out features to turn in his direction, your cheek smooshing against the cushions as you hazily blinked up at him, “that’s it,” he towered above you, a smirk blossoming on his lip, “look at you,” he couldn’t help but pick up his speed, slamming into you so hard that you saw the stars themselves, “that’s my good girl.”

His grip dug into you so hard that it left no doubt in your mind about the colourful marks you’d have as a souvenir for the following days. 

“You want me to cum inside you, huh?” he smiled at the way it made you whine, “send you back into the kitchen with it still running down your wobbly legs?” and even though you were positive you wouldn’t be able to stand after this, the vulgar image was still enough to push you over the edge once more, needily nodding for him to join you as you tumbled over. 

Gushing around his fat cock, rumbling groans escaped him as he pumped your trembling and tender cunt full of his hot cum, your own intense waterfall still trickling when he eventually pulled his spent length out. 

Flopping down on the couch beside your own exhausted figure, his head rotated, flashing you his hazy smile. Humming in contentment, your eyes too heavy to stay open too long, your fingers lazily grabbed for him to scoot closer.

Cupping your cheeks softly in his broad hands, one of them stayed as the other brushed down the length of your arm, caressing the goosebumps upon your tingly flesh. Nuzzling his nose against your own, he then pressed a soft kiss to your lips, thumb swiping across your cheekbone as your serene hum washed over him. 

The fingers on your arm slowly wandered over your skin, boldly making their way down your form once more. 

“F-fuck!” your eyes swiftly fluttered open, body jolting, your palm smacked his sturdy chest as his touch swept through the sore and sloppy disarray between your weary thighs.  

“Christ,” he craned his neck to admire your downright swollen cunt, “look at that pretty mess, baby,” he caught some of his own creamy essence slowly leaking out of you and rubbed it into your petals as you squirmed at the overstimulation. 

Dipping his lips down to latch onto the side of your neck, you panted, “Frank, please, it’s-” 

But he interrupted before you could finish the hazy sentence, “what?” purring in between the sloppy hickeys his mouth left in its wake, “is it too much for you? Too good, huh?” you simply let out a whine of confirmation as you felt your body begin to side with him, “you can take it, I know you can,” pornographic soppy sounds found your ears as his long fingers slid inside your sore core, “just listen to that, fuck…” your sensitive walls clung around him like a velvet vice as he stubbornly caressed you.

If someone at that moment asked you what day of the week it was, then your best attempt at an answer would probably be blue, as you didn’t even know what was up and what was down at this point. 

“You think you can squirt for me again, huh?” he kissed your cheek as the tell-tell soppy sound began to echo at his hithering motion, “give me some more sugar?” you suddenly felt his warmth disappear from your side, blinking your sluggish eyes open to see him slide down on the floorboards before you, his coiled fingers all the while rocking daringly within you as he granted himself a front row seat, “a little more dessert before dinner?” 

Pushing your tired legs further apart, the warm smile that bloomed upon his lips tickled your glistening centre, “look at that…” he watched as he fucked the rest of his cum out of you, “fucking beautiful…” 

Glancing up in your direction, he narrowly caught your eye and the intense look that he gave you made it impossible for you to simply let your own close once more. Piercing gaze glued on you, he too noticed your crumbled-up form begin to tremble even further just as he dipped down to kiss that swollen clit of yours.

“Atta girl,” he gently pressed his grin against your puffy pearl. 

Fingers rocketing, he only managed to flick his tongue against you a moment before the floodgates flung open one last time. 

First gripping onto your bucking hips with only one hand, he then departed the one buried deep within you to aid in the cause, holding you steady against his mouth as his tongue successfully slipped in to substitute for his digits. 

Sharp sobs melting into whiny pants, you watched as he finally released the latching hold he had withheld, eyes growing wide as he revealed to you the substance he had caught. 

“Holy shit,” you heard your guttural moan fill the room as he alluringly let your squirt trickle from his lips and back down upon your messy core, “that’s so much!”

“Yeah, it fucking is,” he beamed, pride dripping from his husky tone.

Beard damp and eyes the shape of hearts, you just barely through your overwhelming haze managed to see as he lowered his glossy hand down to enclose around himself. 

“Are you-,” you giggled, incapable of finishing your query. 

Cock, once again, hard and throbbing in his fist, he chuckled, “how could I not be?”  kissing your tender inner thigh as you continued to laugh.

“You are not going anywhere near there again,” you lightheartedly warned as your palm shot down to shield yourself. 

“Hm,” he raised himself up from his knees, “I can work with that,” blissed-out smile still plastered upon his gruff features, “what do you want, huh?” his strong legs then caused the couch to dip on either side of your form, “you want me to give you a show?” gazing at you longingly as he now hovered above you, “you sure gave me one.”

“Maybe you can repay the favour…” your nails dug into his meaty thighs, urging him to crawl up so far that his knees were fastened on either side of your shoulder, his girth blocking your eye line to his gorgeous face. 

“Yeah?” he slowly jerked himself mere millimetres from your features, “you want me to make your face as messy as your pussy? Give you a mouthful of cum?” his other hand dipping down to lovingly comb your matted hair as his offer triggered a warm giggle to flow from your chest obscured beneath his perched hips. 

“I love you,” your starry eyes gazing up at him crinkled from your bliss as you snuck your tongue out and swiped it across the prominent vein running along the underside of him. 

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[ladyalice5]

frank’s finishing up his book, he’s right at the end and is completely incapsulated in the story. but you’ve been so needy all day and he looks so. damn. good. you keep trying to get his attention, rubbing his biceps, kissing his neck… nothing. fine you’ll play with yourself. you slowly strip, grabbing your vibe, and frank finally closes his book.

“you just couldn’t wait for me, could you baby?”

frankie pounds into you all night, pressing your vibe on your clit, mouth on your neck.

a/n: i came up with something very evil. you’re welcome hehe

word count: 1310

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“What can I say,” you grinned as Frank finally stalked towards you, “you were taking fucking forever,” thinking that you’d finally won, you switched off the wand, but his fingers found your wrist before you could manage to set it down. 

“Oh, no, no, no, I didn’t say you could stop,” he gazed down at you, “turn it back on.”

“What,” you cocked your head as his touch dissipated, “do you seriously not wanna fuck me right now?”

Not denying in the slightest, Frank simply repeated firmly, “turn it back on,” a playful smirk faintly twitching at his lip. 

Placing the round head of the vibrator back against your already weeping cunt, you clicked it back on to a low buzz. 

Eyes locked with his, you let out a moan and instinctively spread your legs even further apart even though they were already folded and melted against the mattress on either side of your frame. 

Your mouth hung agape as he then kneeled down to be at eye level with your glistening core. 

“Oh, look at that pretty little pussy…” your brows knit together as his breath fanned across your centre, though he didn’t move to touch you one bit, “fucking crying out for me… I bet she wants to be stretched out real bad, doesn’t she?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, almost hypnotically. 

Straightening back up to his towering height, his palm found the palpable tent in his pants, “you want my cock, is that it? Is that why you’ve been fucking drooling all day? You’ve been drooling for my cock, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” you panted, eyes glued as he slowly began to reveal his length. 

Granting himself leisurely strokes, he squinted down at you in mocked sympathy, “bet you’d fucking do anything right now just to feel it inside of you, am I right?”

“Anything…” your thighs trembled at your sides, “anything at all.”

“Then cum. Right now,” a soft smile accompanied his challenge, “if you don’t, then I guess you won’t get to feel me today, might even be mean and make you wait till the week is through.”

“No!” you nearly scramble towards him out of overwhelming desperation, “no, please!”

Not taking the despair in your tone to heart, he simply warned, “if you don’t cum right now, then I’m gonna start counting,” your eyes rolled in your skull as you turned up the speed of your toy, “one… two… three… four–, oh, there you are, sweetheart,” he rumbled warmly as you tumbled over the edge with a lewd moan, “fuck…”

Writhing against the sheets, you let the vibrator drop down beside you. 

Your eyes were still sluggishly shut as his deep timbre stirred you from your haze.

“Christ,” you faintly felt his touch spread your puffy petals apart, “you’re so fucking soaked I bet I could just–,” and with that, all of the air slipped out of your lungs as Frank gave you exactly what you’d been whining for all day, though not in the way you’d imagined he would, not in the manner he usually did. None of his typical tender gentleness was to be found as he feverishly buried himself so deep within you that his heavy sack nuzzled against your core. 

“A-ah!” you cried out, still reeling from your high, he simply pushed passed the sensitive tightness that still lingered as he made room for himself. 

Blinking up at him, mouth agape in a silent scream, you watched as he sank down over you. Propping his forearms up on either side of your face, he melted down atop of you and pressed his lips to yours, swallowing your reeling whimpers. 

When you slowly relaxed around his staggering girth, his hips steadily began to move. Pulling out of you almost entirely, the motion was unhurried but rough as he pounded back into you, staying there for a breath before repeating the lavish pattern once more. 

“Mhm,” his gravelly groan seeped into your very bones, “you can’t just run around and tease me like that all day, sweetheart… so fucking needy…” glossy spiderwebs of your cream clung to his skin every time he pulled out, “if you wanna act like a little slut, then you might as well get treated as one. Is that what you want, huh?”

“O-oh, F-Frank,” your nails dug into his broad back. 

“You want me to have my way with you? Put you in your place, huh?” he then pried your legs even further apart, hooking his arms with them as he fucked you into the mattress, “because after that stunt, I think you deserve a mighty punishment… don’t you?”

“Yes,” you panted. 

“Maybe I should just stop,” he suddenly pulled out of you, though still hovered just above you, his sturdy nose grazing against yours, “since you’re such a bad girl, maybe I just shouldn’t touch you at all.”

“No, no, no–”

Cutting off your frantic protest, he swiftly filled you back up, “no, no, I know you, you need something different to learn your lesson,” picking up his pace, he then told you, “grab the toy.”

Blindly fiddling for it, you eventually found it just beside your hip. Switching it back on to a low rumble, you pressed against your swollen clit as Frank continued to rock into you hard enough to make your frame jolt with each rough motion. 

Letting go of one of your legs, he snuck his hand down between your bodies till his fingers wrapped around the wand as well, though when his thumb extended further down and turned the vibrations up even higher, your entire frame began to tremble beneath his.

“O-oh, shit!” a high-pitched moan flowed from your lungs as he pressed it down harder against you. As the second wave crashed over you and turned your brain into mush, Frank slid out of you, though didn’t let you pull the agonising toy away from your overly sensitive clit, “F-Frank, it’s too much, I can’t–”

“Oh, yes you can,” he brushed your own flittering fingers away as he crawled back to watch you convulse, “you wanted me to play with you, so that’s what I’m doing. If you really think this is too much, then you have no idea what I’m capable of, honey… you can do it, you can take it…” a hoarse scream then left your lungs as the overstimulation became so severe that squirt began to gush out of your aching cunt, “there it is, atta girl,” his skilful fingers then briefly curled inside of you to tickle even more out of you, “that’s it, I know you can keep going, come on,” your legs tried to slam shut, but he swiftly stopped them.

When he finally switched the toy off and tossed it deeper into the bed’s plush, your eyes were screwed shut so tight that you thought you’d never be able to peel them open again. 

“No, no, no,” his soft chuckle rumbled against your cheek as he kissed you gently, “don’t fall asleep on me yet,” you felt the hefty weight of his fat cock press against your fluttering core, “do you want me to flip you over and spank you just to get you to perk up again?”

“Nghh, I’m awake, I’m awake,” you murmured, your fingers fluttering up to find the side of his face.

Stealing a slow peck from you, he then asked, “you think you’ve learned your lesson yet?”

“Oh,” a lazy smile spread across your features, “I don’t know… I think if you don’t punish me enough today, then I’ll just do the whole spiel again tomorrow,” you rocked your hips up against him.

“Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” he chuckled as his nose nudged against yours. 

Hazily blinking your eyes open, you caught his coffee ones and uttered in the utmost sincerity, “I love you…” 

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[ladyalice5]

simon 🤭🤭

YEA!! YEA OH MY GOD YEA

the imagery of the slippers is so funny but its so!!!! correct!!!!

just. simon gripping your waist and using you to get himself off – its just a bonus that you’re feeling good too, moaning as he ruts into you, crying at the rush of pleasure that makes you fist the sheets.

just. the press of his belly along your ass, the ease in the way he manhandles you-

oh this made me unwell i need him soooo bad

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