#dom frank

[franks-unholy-confessional]

let’s talk about dom frank more PLEASEEE!!!!! i want him to bend me over on any available surface and just fuck me whenever he pleases. i need him to be rough with me and not let me cum until he’s decided i’ve been good enough

Anon. Yes. Fuck yes, let's talk about Dom Frank. What I wouldn't give to have Dom Frank in my life...

Calling him "Sir" and dropping to your knees at his request, your mouth already open by the time your knees hit the floor, ready for his fingers to explore while he cups your chin in his other hand. Frank calling you his favorite pet while you suck at his fingers and gaze up at him. Fucking into your mouth, holding your head in place by your hair while you're trying to not gag with every deep thrust, telling you to take it all and be his good little toy.

Frank bending you over, one hand between your shoulder blades at the base of your neck, squeezing ever so slightly, then fingers sliding up to twist into your hair, pulling your head back, exposing your throat and putting a delicious arch in your spine as his other hand traps both of your wrists behind your back. Teasing at your opening with the head of his hard cock, making you whine before he gives your hair a quick, sharp tug - because good pets don't whine, they use their words and take what they're given.

And then finally fucking you. Hips thrusting relentlessly, slamming his cock into you, fucking you hard, pushing so deep inside. With your wrists held, you're unable to do anything but take it as he continues to pound into you. You already know that you're not allowed to come until Frank says, but the mental image of his perfect, pretty cock sliding in and out of you, paired with the slick sensations of it actually happening - well, it's almost enough to push you right over the edge.

Your thighs tense and you begin to grind back against him, trying for even more friction, but he stops you with a particularly deep thrust, growling your name, and you know that's your one warning. Frank releases your wrists, lets go of your hair, and grabs both of your hips, fingers pressing bruises into your skin as he begins fucking you again, impossibly harder and deeper than before. "Who's my good little pet?" he whispers into your ear, his breath hot on the back of your neck and shoulder. "Who's my best little fucktoy?"

"I am, Sir," you gasp, as he mouths at the dip where your collarbone meets your shoulder, sucking small bruises along the edge. You can only hope that you've been good enough for him, that you've earned your orgasm, and that he's going to let you come soon, because you're not sure how much longer you can hold out.

I'd fucking love to have Dom Frank in my life, to be able to call him "Sir" and be so, so good for him.

--BarbedWireRosary

[frankcastlescumslut]

my girl

frank castle x fem!reader

word count: 3.4k

warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI!!! mentions of alcohol consumption, roleplay-ish, exhibitionism/voyeurism, mutual masturbation, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, soft dom!frank, degradation/praise kink, “daddy” and “sir”, overstimulation, squirting, breeding kink, cockwarming if you squint, little aftercare

summary: the game: no touching allowed

A/N: omg hey 🙈 it’s been a while! but I’m back! this is pure filth and I’m not ashamed! we all know Frank Castle would talk you through it!

COMMENTS/REBLOGS/LIKES ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED AND WELCOMED <;3

DONT COPY OR TRANSLATE MY SHIT.

It was one of those nights.

The kind where you and Frank attempted to pull your heads out of your asses after a shitty week and have fun for once.

He would argue that his version of fun was only found with a gun in his hand or kevlar strapped to his chest, and he truly meant it at one point, but that was before you, his girl, and he would do anything for his girl— even if it meant indulging you in your own fanatical definition of entertainment.

Your idea of fun, however, was a shitty dive bar that smelled like stale beer, wearing skimpy dresses that you found in adult stores, and pretending like you had never seen Frank a day in your life, imagining he was some hot shot trying to show you a good time.

It started off as a game. Frank didn’t get it at first, struggling with the idea that “pretending” wasn’t lying, it’s not lying, Frank. I still love you. It’s just a game, you have to convince me to come back home with you, but eventually it became a different challenge entirely— it was now healthy competition between the two of you, seeing who could last the longest without touching one another.

And it was one of those nights where you played dirty.

Wearing nothing but a silk slip that left nothing to the imagination and crotchless panties, you expertly navigated around the bar while the music bewitched you, leading you in different directions and drawing men towards your magnetic pull.

It didn’t take much for men to pay attention to you. You knew that, but more importantly, Frank knew that, and he was painfully aware of how alluring you were.

It was all fair game, and he let you have your fun, only finding comfort in knowing that he was the only one who could shove his face into your chest and cunt. That he was the only one that would take you home and pull moans out of you like it was his job. That he was the only one who could bury and empty himself into you and you would take all of it, because you were his girl.

Frank was more possessive than he led on, but it was the only consolation he had while playing your game. He ignored the few stray women that eventually found their way to him with ease. He didn’t enjoy their attention, it almost disgusted him, but he did appreciate the way your jealousy manifested itself.

You knew it was a game, that the blonde woman meant nothing to him, but the jealousy turned you into something else completely.

The envy mixed into the final swig of your drink and went down easily as it burned the back of your throat. The liquid courage warmed you enough to move, and you shuffled down from your perched stool with a fire stirring in your belly.

It wasn’t your fault that your purse conveniently fell from your shoulder, or the way your dress rose above your ass when you bent over to retrieve it, revealing your crotchless panties to the patrons of the bar. It also wasn’t your fault for the dog whistles that pierced through the music, the droopy eyed stares, or the coughing fit that Frank fell victim to as he choked on his beer.

You could practically taste victory, unable to hide the smirk that plastered against your cheeks as you collected your belongings, turning to face him. The win, however, was short lived, and your face fell when you caught his eye, unable to read his darkened expression.

Whether it was the churning alcohol or growing need between your thighs, you found the confidence to hold his gaze, paying attention to the way he slammed his beer back.

Fuck.

The game was over, that much was clear, and your heart hammered against your chest. Maybe you had gone too far this time. Maybe the panties were too much. Maybe he would understand if you apologized and forfeited this time. Maybe—

Fuck.

For a moment, you swore you faced the Punisher. He grew in size and stature, towering over you as he straightened, the random woman falling off of him in return. He was unreadable, almost threatening, but his façade flickered as he subtly nodded towards the door.

Fuck.

The tension was palpable. It practically trailed your wobbly stride as you found your way out of the bar, hiccuping down your anxiety. Frank followed your lead, silently stalking behind you. His presence was looming, and the silence was baiting your wanton anticipation.

“Frank,” you broke character, turning to face him.

His stride never faltered, and he beat you to the truck. “Frank, wait.”

“Ladies first.” The truck door swung open with a creak as Frank all but pulled it from its hinges, eager to usher you into your place.

You must’ve looked uneasy, tottering on the balls of your feet, and he took note of your lip tucked between your teeth.

“It’s okay,” he reassured you with a wink, holding out his hand to help you into your seat.

Yellow street lights hid the warmth in your cheeks as you softened beneath Frank’s gentleness, and you couldn’t help but hide a smirk as you made a final attempt to claim the last word at your own game.

The hem of your dress tickled the back of your thighs as you attempted to climb into the truck, only pausing to pull the rest of your dress over your hips. It was a lousy move given the circumstances— you pretending to busy yourself while exposing your dripping cunt for anyone in the parking lot to see, but you knew it would rile him up in a way that would benefit the both of you. Eventually.

“C’mon now, sweetheart,” Frank groaned at the sight before him, his own pants growing tighter while he studied the way your core glistened.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you quipped innocently. “I’m just looking for my phone.” You spread your legs ever so slightly, silently inviting him to have his way with you.

“That right?” He drew closer with slow, deliberate steps, knowing how much you enjoy the anticipation. It was exciting, and he was so close, and you were offering yourself to him, and the act was slipping…

“Cause I thought maybe it could be in here?” You jump as your purse lands in front of your face with a thud, bouncing in the driver's seat.

“Huh,” you let out an amused chuckle before Frank fit himself against your spread legs, a small gasp escaping your lips as he pressed himself into you, his bulge hitting your clit directly. “Probably is,” you whimpered, dropping your head as a silent thanks to the truck for providing a welcomed new height and angle.

“Probably is?” He questioned, his voice startling as his lips pressed against the shell of your ear. He’s careful not to kiss you fully, not wanting to break the rules of your game, and he forces his arms to land on either side of you, caging you beneath him.

You felt his chest heave against your back and you smile to yourself, relishing in your ability to unravel the Punisher, but the victory is short lived; he unfurls himself from your bent form before delicately pulling your dress back down to cover your ass.

“C’mon.” His palm landed against your supple flesh and you yelped at the unexpected contact. “Let me take you home.”

“I win!” You exclaimed, nearly hitting your head on the inside of the truck.

“What?” He cocked his head to the side with a loose smile.

“I win!” You twisted in your seat to face him, your smile radiating in the dark. “You touched me first. I win.”

“Yeah, whatever.” He playfully shut the door in your face and you laugh, watching his lip curl into a smile as he fakes his own disappointment.

The door to your bedroom thudded against your weight, the doorknob rattling as you blindly maneuvered your way into your room.

“Frank,” you moaned into his mouth, pulling him impossibly close while stumbling towards your bed. The mattress dipped below your combined weight, Frank hovering over your sprawled frame.

Your hands traveled the length of his body, studying every contour of muscle like you would lose him if he pulled away. “Touch me,” you whispered, catching him by surprise.

“Aht aht,” he laughs into your neck at your demand, his lips attaching to your steady pulse. “You know the rules, babydoll. You gotta finish first before I can touch you.”

“But,” you attempt to refute your own rules.

“You wanna act like a big girl? You can make yourself cum.” He places deliberate kisses down your neck, taking extra care to suck on your delicate skin. “You can do that for me, can’t you?”

It was so patronizing, the condescension sweet and sticky and so contrasting from the way he cradled your head, stroking your hairline before planting a kiss to your temple.

“Yes sir,” you submit willingly, whining when he peels himself away from you.

“Atta girl, you can do it,” he encourages you before settling on his side, adjusting comfortably into your mattress.

His eyes widened as you lifted yourself from the bed, pulling the billowy silk off of your frame before throwing it in his direction. You played into your short-lived victory, tracing your fingertips alongside the curves of your body and cupping your breasts together, letting a moan escape as your fingers brushed your hardened nipples.

It was obvious your ministrations affected Frank, and you watched as he pulled at his jeans, clearing his throat to conceal his grunt.

As much as you loved his response to your body, you can’t help but notice the way your breath catches in your throat while you watch him palm himself through the rough denim. It was a silent invitation for you to do the same, finally realizing how agonizing the ache in between your thighs had grown.

The elastic band of your barely there panties hadn’t made it around your fingers before Frank interrupted.

“Leave 'em on,” he huffed a laugh. “Ain’t hiding shit anyway.”

Your cheeks flushed at his enthusiasm, and you sheepishly found your place on the bed, your bare back resting against the headboard. It was only then when you realized how exposed you truly were, and you pressed your thighs together for some semblance of modesty.

“What’s the matter?” he teased. “You nervous or somethin’?”

“Mhm,” you nod your head, stifling a moan when your thighs instinctively clench together, adding just enough pressure against your already sensitive clit.

“Funny,” he chuckled, “cause you sure as hell weren’t shy before.” He was right, and you knew it, your skin consequently growing warm as he spotlighted your cheap plays at winning. “So go on,” he continues, “show me how a pretty whore like you wants to be touched.”

The expletive took you by surprise, but you obeyed shamelessly. Eagerly. Spreading your legs open as an offering to the man who watched just a few feet away as your fingers dipped between your thighs, pressing gently against your clit.

“Fuck,” you moaned, your lip finding its place between your teeth.

“That feel good, sweetheart?” Frank cooed towards you, his tongue darting across his bottom lip while his eyes flash between your scrunched face and drenched fingertips.

“Yes,” you whisper.

“What was that?” He goaded.

“Yes, daddy,” you correct yourself. “Feels… so good.”

He moaned alongside you, grunting as he pulled himself out of the confines of his pants. You watched unabashedly as he spit into his palm before pumping his already weeping cock, the sight only pushing you closer towards your orgasm.

You made no attempts at hiding your pleasure.

“Fuck,” you whined, grinding your hips as your fingers circled your clit.

“There you go, that’s it,” Frank matched your pace, stroking his length as he spurred you on. “That’s my good girl, makin’ that pussy feel so good for daddy.”

“It feels so good,” your head fell against the headboard with a thud, but you hardly noticed. His gaze felt like fire creeping up your body as he studied you with anticipation. “I’m close,” you squeaked.

“Yeah? You’re doin’ so good, pretty girl,” he praised.

Your fingers worked tirelessly as you chased the familiar feeling, and you held your breath as the pressure grew.

“Attagirl, look at you. Just like that,” he bit his own lip while fisting his cock. “Be a good girl and cum for me.

“I’m gonna cum,” you croak out, too busy concentrating on the budding climax to notice the way Frank savored your rising chest and your fingers working your dripping cunt.

“That’s it, cum for daddy.”

It was overwhelming and you were unprepared for his attention, all but crying out as he expertly ran a thick finger between your folds before plunging into you. He hooked himself to your core while manually pulling your orgasm from your body, never breaking a steady rhythm.

“Fuck, don’t stop!” Your body stiffened and you held onto Frank’s forearm as your pleasure uncoiled and gushed from your core.

There was no time to process what happened or to even catch your breath; he clasped onto your ankles, pulling you closer to him before he delved into your wetness, collecting all of you on his tongue, suctioning his lips around your swollen clit.

“Frank!” you jumped at the sensitivity.

“Taste so good sweetheart,” he adjusted accordingly, continuing his languid strokes and moaning into the taste of your pussy.

You can’t help but ride out your high and grind against his tongue as he laps up the remnants of your orgasm, shuddering at each flick of his tongue against your clit.

It was too much and not enough all at the same time. He was close, but you needed him closer.

“I want you,” you reached down, pulling him to your lips. He moaned as your teeth nipped and sucked at his lower lip, savoring the taste of your arousal.

“What’s that?” He baited you, all but ripping his clothes from his body.

“I, fuck-“ you moaned as he lightly tapped his heavy cock against your swollen nub before trailing himself through your folds. “I want you, Frankie.”

“You do?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“I don’t really believe you, sweet girl,” he softened ever so slightly at the name, and you almost believed he would be merciful and indulge you, but his jaw tightened and his expression hardened in front of you. “Beg for it.”

Although deserved, it was a cruel, cruel punishment.

“I want you to fuck me,” you began, jutting your hips towards his cock sliding against you. “I want you to use me.”

He moaned at that— the way you submitted yourself to him, spreading your legs further apart to tease him into submission, waiting for him to break.

“I want you to fill me up and make me yours,” you snaked your hand between your bodies and guided his cock into your drenched cunt.

A hiss filled the room as he buried himself into you in one motion, and you groaned at the sudden sensation. He met your every need and ache, leaving you breathless and with double vision. Completely entranced by the delicious fullness.

“This what you wanted?” He growled into your ear, his body hovering over yours as he thrusted with precision. “Wanted me to use you like a good little slut?”

Your response was guttural, and you grabbed onto any part of him, pulling him in for more, more, more.

“Feels so fuckin’ good,” his lips brushed the soft curve of your neck. “Like that pussy was just made for me, ain’t that right?”

Of course it was right, every fiber of your being screamed out for him. He was insatiable, and it would never be enough.

“S-so good,” you stuttered through chattering teeth, attempting to focus your gaze on his face. “Feels so good, you feel so good.”

“God, look at you,” he cooed. “Already fucked out, huh? Have you had enough, sweetheart?”

You almost said yes; each thrust of his hips was a coordinated attack against your g spot, and you were debilitated, barely able to conjure words, let alone sentences.

“No,” you mustered. “Need you to use me, please.”

His brows creased together, your request causing him to teeter towards his own pleasure.

“You’re doin’ so good for me. Takin me like such a good girl,” he spit on his fingers before rubbing circles over your clit. “Want you to cum with me. Can you do that?”

“Mhm,” you didn’t think it was possible, but dammit you would try. You squeezed your eyes shut, attempting to draw the scattered pieces of your brain together to revel in his movements, becoming pliable in his hands.

“That’s it,” he grunted, enjoying the sight of his length disappearing into your dripping pussy. “Takin’ me so well, that’s my girl.”

You moaned at his praise, relishing in the way he claimed you both physically and verbally. He knew you were close, and you knew he was closing in on his precipice. He could feel the way you pulsed around him, beckoning his own release, and he gave into you completely.

“Cum for me, daddy.”

It came out so sweet he thought he imagined it.

“Keep talkin’ like that and I will,” he squeezed his eyes shut as if it would prolong the pleasure.

“Cum in my pussy, please. I need you.” You whimpered as you replaced his fingers with your own, chasing your own release while cupping his neck to bring his lips to yours. “So close,” you whined.

“‘Want daddy to fill that pretty pussy up, hm?” He mumbled into your open mouth.

“Yes sir.”

You were so close. It was right there.

“Be a good girl and cum with me.”

The room erupted in a cacophony of moans and you were sure flames had licked your skin. Your thighs shook against their will as your orgasm rolled over you, radiating between your bodies.

“Attagirl, there it is.” Frank admired the way your body responded to him, the way you clung to him while your eyes rolled back and your mouth hung agape. You were so beautiful sprawled out, and he gripped onto your fleshy hips, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

“Fuck!” He groaned into the side of your neck as you pulsed around him, his thrusts growing sloppy before he spilled into you.

There was a moment of clarity between your blissful haze where you became aware of his presence, and the incessant need to have him closer overshadowed everything.

“So good,” you cupped his face, ignoring the way his stubble tickled your palms before pressing your trembling lips to his.

“So good,” he repeated, his nose pressing into yours while your lips met. “Did so good for me.”

He carefully pulled himself from you, never breaking the kiss even as you hissed. He simply ran a large hand along your head before looking over you.

“You okay sweetheart?”

You gave a drowsy, heavy-lidded smile with a shaky thumbs up from beneath him and he chuckled before placing a chaste kiss along your sternum and settling on top of you.

The added weight was welcomed and comforted you, acting as some grounding agent to bring you back together. It was the same for Frank; he clung to you, his arms wrapping around your fleshy frame while his fingertips pressed into you, memorizing each curve and contour of your body.

You followed suit, running your fingertips along the lines of muscles and splatters of raised scars before lazily squeezing him. He hummed when you grazed your nails along his scalp and nestled into your chest accordingly.

“I’m sorry for earlier,” you sleepily confess.

“Don’t worry bout it.”

“You’re not upset?”

“Nah.” His eyes remained closed, much to your confusion.

You were quiet for a moment, not fully understanding his answer. He knew you were quizzical. He didn’t need to look at you to know your face was scrunched and your eyebrows creased while you attempted to do the mental math behind his answer.

“Ain’t mad cause you’re my girl,” he beat you to it. “Unless you got somethin’ to tell me.” You could feel his smile against your chest.

“No I don’t,” you relaxed. “I’m your girl.”

[wuxian-vs-wangji]

Granted, Payu isn't focused on Sky the way Prapai is, but... you really start to get a sense that he's putting the pieces together too.

Even Sky mentions that Payu has very keen eyes that seem to see through anything, and Sky is wary of him seeing through Sky himself. He obviously doesn't know even half the picture, but he's also not surprised to learn that Sky had an abusive ex.

Payu's care with Rain shows that he is extremely well versed in the risks and abuses that can happen in bastardized or improper D/s relationships. And he can see the echoes of it in Sky.

[itwasthereaminuteago]

Just some Dom Frank smut that I've had in my wips for ages 😊

Frank Castle x female reader (with some Billy Russo x reader at the very beginning)

You've got a friends-with-benefits thing going on with Billy and realise you have a little kink which he's not really into, but he has a solution...

Warnings: choking kink, praise, pet names, p in v sex, teasing, begging. Please reblog if you enjoyed so that others may do the same! Please! Thank you 😊

Billy is fucking you hard, driving himself deeper and deeper with every punishing, sinful thrust of his hips, making you lose yourself almost completely. He brings his hand up to caress the side of your face and you arch into his touch as he skims it down the side of your neck to your chest where he pinches and teases your nipples. He grins wickedly, diving down mouthing and grazing his teeth over the plush skin of your tits as you moan. You grasp for his wrist, dragging his hand back up to your neck, whimpering as you can feel your peak drawing ever closer when his fingertips brush over your throat.

But Billy gently draws his hand away. "Scotch." He says. His safeword.

Your eyes widen as the word hits your ears and you try to calm your breathing as you both slow down and come to a stop.

"Oh Billy, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to…"

"It's okay, kitten." He replies, carefully pulling out and laying down beside you. "I guess we never covered that particular area." He smiles but you still feel awful for trying to get him to do something to you that he isn't entirely comfortable with.

"I- I didn't really know I liked it, until just then… but I'm still sorry, I should have asked you first regardless."

“It's alright, don't worry about it. But hey, I'm glad you've discovered a new kink!" You share a smile as he cuddles you into his arms and kisses you sweetly.

You and Billy had been friends with benefits for a few months now. You were both currently single and relished the opportunity to cut almost completely loose with each other. You found each other attractive, had a lot of fun, and most importantly it was a much-needed tension release after a stressful work day where you just wanted someone else to take control and make you feel good.

Later on that evening he came to you with an unexpected proposal.

"I feel so shitty about leaving you hanging like that before, so I was wondering if you might be cool with me setting you up with a good friend of mine. I think he'd be able to give you what you need, maybe a little bit more than I can?”

You look up from your phone, rapt and curious at the suggestion. "Billy, are you for real? You'd really do that for me?"

He looks surprised that you'd think he wouldn't. "’course I will baby, I just want to see you happy! If you like I'll tell him all your preferences. He'll only go as hard as you want, and you can play here at my place if it makes you feel safer. I'd be there in the next room if you needed me, but Frank's a good guy, he'll take good care of you I promise."

You sit up straighter at the mention of Frank's name. "Wait, it's Frank? You mean your marine buddy Frank?! I didn't know he was into–"

Billy chuckles. "Yeah, not many do. But you like him,” Billy smirks as he teases you, “don't you?"

You give him a sly smile back, he's not wrong. "Well, from what I've seen…" you murmur, thinking about the few times you'd briefly met, once when you went to meet Billy at the gym and Frank came striding out of the showers, shirtless. And then there was the size of his hands…

Billy laughs even louder seeing a dreamy expression cross over your features. "Alright now kitten, don't get all fired up just yet. I'll go see him tomorrow and we'll talk it over okay? See what he says."

You leap into Billy's arms. "You are much too good to me Russo! You know that?"

He nods and kisses the top of your head, still amused. "Yeah, I know."

Frank was apparently very eager to help you out and so Billy arranged a little introductory session for you both at his on the Friday night. Billy had clued you in on what Frank was into as you'd wanted to know, even though this was primarily for your benefit.

"-and you call him 'Sir', yeah?"

You nod. You were melting already.

"Hey girl, think you got a lil bit of drool hanging out the corner of your mouth there…" Billy laughs and you give him a playful punch.

"Shut up! I'm just… a little excited."

"Oh, you should be, baby." You can't help notice Billy's slightly wistful look as he says it. "You're in good hands."

When Friday evening arrives Billy lets you get settled in and informs you that Frank's waiting in his bedroom whenever you're ready. You're slightly nervous but when you open the door and see his large form sitting on the side of the bed suddenly all you feel is a buzz.

"Hey princess, how're you doin'?" He asks in a low drawl along with a smile that makes you want to bark. He looks so damn fine you want to squeal.

Instead you greet him politely, reining in your giddiness and desire. "I'm good thank you, Sir."

Frank grins, a slight chuckle bursting past his lips in a way you found cute. "Did Bill tell you to say that sweetheart? Y'know he's just messin' with you? You can call me Frank if you want."

You return his smile, nodding. "Yes, Sir."

Frank makes a satisfied sound and laughs again, softer this time, his deep brown penetrating gaze making you feel weak at the knees. "Mm, alright. C'mon over here, let me see ya."

Just this simple request has your body feeling like it's ablaze. He stands up as you slowly walk over to him, his eyes running over you like warm honey, taking in the way your soft cotton summer dress hugs your curves, the hem ending just above your mid thigh.

“You're a very beautiful woman.” He says with a note of sincerity and awe, bringing his hand up to gently trace the side of your jaw. You feel the heat flush up into your face.

"What's your safeword honey?"

"Cloud." You reply hazily. You're practically purring already as his fingers graze over your rapidly heating skin.

Frank nods. "That's good, mine's 'bullet'. “How're you feelin' sweetheart?'' he asks, "Think you wanna play some?"

You start to lean into his touch as his thumb strokes across the small smile on your soft lips. "Yeah." You respond, and Frank grunts his approval as you start to lick and suck on his thumb as he gently slides it between your lips.

"Such a good girl. Damn. Bill told me you were needin' a little somethin' extra. S'that right?" he gently probes, and you feel your entire body start to tingle with the anticipation of what he's going to do with you next.

You take the digit deeper into your mouth as he guides you down to kneel in front of him, swirling your tongue around it and hollowing your cheeks to suck just a little while you look up at him with wide eyes.

"Yeah, we're gonna get on real well. How ‘bout we see what else that pretty mouth of yours can do, huh?"

He slowly palms over the noticeable bulge at the crotch of his jeans and you can feel the saliva filling your mouth, dripping out of the corner as he presses his thumb down against your tongue. Yes sir, please sir you think as you nod slowly as he removes it and unbuckles his belt. The clinking sound of it being undone has you soaking into your silky underwear already. This is what you need. Just him to keep telling you what to do, to take complete control of your body and mind and make you feel like nothing else matters.

As he pulls his cock out in front of your face you can't stop your eyes widening and the eager moan that escapes you. He's big, long and thick, and as he strokes himself to full hardness you shift about on your knees, your tongue darting out to wet your lips as you catch sight of a drop of precum leaking from his tip.

"Look at you, so damn perfect an' all ready f'me.”

You push up onto your knees, keeping your hands to yourself until he tells you otherwise, your mouth open and tongue out flat and wide as you wait for him to give you what you're craving. Instruction.

“Yeah, that's right. You know what to do princess."

His cock is mere inches from your mouth, just out of reach. He finally moves forward to rub the head of it over your waiting tongue, moaning as the addictive musky taste of him spreads across it. You slide your mouth on, stretching your lips over the fat head of his dick, closing your eyes as you slowly begin to suck on it.

"Ah-ah sweetheart, look at me. Eyes on me." He corrects, watching you take a little more of him in, beginning to move back and forth and shallowly fuck your mouth as you obey and look back up at him. He groans letting his head fall back as you lap your tongue along the bulging vein on the underside.

"Oh yeah, that's real good baby. Gonna give you some more just like you want, huh?"

You moan your agreement around his impressive girth as you pull back and ready yourself to swallow him deeper. He's gentle at first, he pushing his fingers through your hair, cradling the back of your head lightly as you take him in as far as you can, gagging slightly until you can figure out how to breathe. Your eyes start to water as you gaze up at him. He's telling you that you look so damn pretty, and you feel the wetness between your thighs increase ten fold as his big hand and thick fingers wrap around your throat to guide you.

"Oh- fuck- attagirl, there we go, fuck that's it."

You think he's gonna finish off in your mouth the way he's groaning and grunting fucking your mouth, obviously enjoying the way you're taking him and letting him use you. But you're silently begging him with your eyes not to, because you're throbbing, aching for him to get inside of you, to be able to feel that massive dick fucking you until you can't think thoughts.

Thankfully he slows his movements, pulling out his dick and wiping your messy spit covered chin with his thumb. He lifts you up to your feet and gently pushes you back on the bed where you land with a soft bounce. As you struggle to regain your breath he's chuckling at your gawking stare as he strips out of his clothes revealing his muscular chest, defined rows of abs and thick thighs that you dream of being suffocated between.

"Hope you weren't thinkin’ I was neglectin' that pretty little pussy of yours..."

Of course he knows what you're thinking but you still shake your head. "No sir." you mewl, your body aflame from the way his eyes rove over you. Frank prowls up your body, his hand slipping up under the hem of your dress and gently cupping your mound, middle fingers stroking so teasingly up over your folds through your damp underwear. You yelp as he takes his hand away only to slap your cunt hard, the pleasurable pain jolting through your whole body like an electric shock.

"Don't lie to me."

"N-no sir!" You whimper as he rubs you again through the flimsy fabric, grinning as he feels the fresh flood of your arousal soak his fingers.

"Well shit. Look at that baby. You like sucking cock that much?"

"I like sucking your cock, sir." You pant, trying to grind yourself against his hand for some immediate relief. He lifts it away, slapping your pussy lightly again making you cry out in frustration.

"Gimme a colour sweetheart."

Billy had said that you would be in good hands. You were gonna have to get him a present or something for this.

'G-green!"

"That's a good girl." He smirks, curling his fingers over the waistband of your panties, peeling them down your ass away from your soaking core, and inching them ever so slowly down your trembling thighs.

"Heard you don't like bein' teased, princess…"

Your mind reels wondering where he's going with this, your breath shallow and fast as he bares you to him, tossing your ruined underwear across the bedroom. He kneels on the bed at your feet,

"On your hands and knees f'me."

He commands and you obey. It's that simple. He takes his time appraising you, his fingers drifting over your ass cheeks and carefully rucking up the hem of your dress to your waist.

"Cute." He remarks, noting how your breathing changes as he moves up behind you, his hand resting on your hip. You gasp you feel the firm head of his cock run between the folds of your puffy, sopping cunt. He rubs it up and down the length of your slit, over and over so slowly, and every time you think he's going to sink right in and fill you full he doesn't. You want nothing else so badly but to push back into him, to have him thrust inside and probably split you in half but he hasn't said that you're allowed to.

You want to scream.

"Doin' real good for me, such a good girl."

You shiver at the praise, but you need more, he has to understand how much you need him.

"Yeah, you want me to give you some more don't you? I know, I know sweetheart." He says soothingly while pushing his cock forward between your legs and bumping the head up against your clit. When he draws away yet again you can't stand the tease anymore and you break.

"Fuck, please!" you whine.

Frank smacks his hand down on your ass cheek and you cry out, heat blooming out over your skin as he runs his palm over the stinging spot.

"Please what?" He asks you so casually, as if he's completely ignorant to the fact you're almost dripping wet down the inside of your thighs.

"Please, sir… I-I need it, n-need your cock so bad, please!" You try, staring straight ahead as you dip your back, making your hips tilt up hoping he'll see just how ready you are for more. You breathe out a shaky whimper of relief as you feel the warmth and pressure of his giant hand grip around the back of your neck holding you still as he takes his cock in hand and slides it close to where you're aching for him to shove it. But he doesn't, and he so clearly knows what it's doing to you.

You want this teasing, this cruel punishment and yet can't stop your pathetic sobs of desperation, can't stop the tears from rolling down your flushed cheeks as you plead with him repeatedly.

"Shh-shh c'mon pretty girl, you know I got you." He says shushing you gently. "Deep breaths f'me hm? You good?"

You manage to drag in a shuddering lungful of air so you can tell him you want this, you want him to keep going, keep making you feel.

His fingers grip the back of your neck tighter when he hears your confirmation to continue and finally– he gives you what you need, forcing the thick head of his cock into your needy pussy. You moan and mewl as he stretches you open, despite how wet and ready you thought you were it's still a tight fit and he pauses for a few seconds, feeling you contract around his tip.

"S'that what you need huh? Feel good?"

You groan as he holds himself still, only the first couple of inches of him inside you. Then he moves, so slow that the tears return, running down the drying tracks on your skin as he thrusts gently back and forth, only fucking you with the very tip of his cock. Pushing in and popping out, so painfully slowly, in and out, again and again.

"Mm, that's all you deserve for now baby. That's all you're gettin' till you play nice."

The next time he pulls out he smacks his hard length down against your ass, thrusting himself between the cleft of your cheeks for a while leaving you completely empty. You do nothing, say nothing, just moan and let him use your body until he wants to reward you. And reward you he does…

You inhale sharply as you feel the sudden loss of contact, but then he buries his face in your cunt and starts licking and fucking you with his tongue. He grips firmly around your thighs, pulling you back, flush with his hot mouth as he works you up until your legs are shaking. You gasp as the coil deep inside tightens as he keeps it up, reacting to the increasing pitch and volume of your moans. You're gonna come any second and you know he's not told you that you can, that you're allowed to. You don't know what to do, the feeling is welling up from deep inside, it's getting closer and he won't let up, craning his neck to flick your clit with the tip of his tongue and delve his tongue into the steady stream of slick arousal leaking out of you.

Fuck, god… please, just a little more, so close, it feels so fucking good- almost… there–

Frank stops, pulls away.

You're shaking, crying, your cunt is throbbing.

He stopped.

Suddenly you don't know which way is up, whimpering as he spears you with his cock, sliding all the way into you until you can feel his hip bones hard up against your ass. You twitch and pulse around him at the sensation.

Fuck it's so good it's so good, you babble as he drags you up off your hands, his arms binding you to his warm chest as he starts to rut you hard and fast, his beautiful fat cock dragging so deep against your soft inner walls. Frank claps a hand over your breast, squeezing and fondling then tugging and pinching hard at your nipple while his other massive paw slides upwards to your neck, and you whimper and whine as it easily circles your entire throat. You lean into it, showing him that this is what you wanted, what you were being a good girl for. He holds you firmly while his hips thrash, fucking you so hard you can't speak, can't think about anything else but how perfect it feels, how you want nothing else but for him to fill you up, use you how he pleases.

He tightens his grip and growls as your pussy squeezes around him in response.

"Yeah," he rasps into the side of your neck, his skin smacking against your ass every time he thrusts up into you. You can feel his heavy balls almost brushing your clit. "Good girl… c'mon and let me hear you."

Every time he buries himself inside a pitiful little whimper falls from your open mouth. You wonder if Billy is listening next door, maybe getting off on the sound of the two of you fucking.

Frank's tightening, vice-like grip snaps you back to the moment and you're aching for him and starting to get a little lightheaded which makes everything feel so much more intense.

“Fraaank…” you pant.

"You close sweetheart? Goddamn, I know it, can feel you flutterin' honey, feels so good."

He's relentless in the way that he fucks you, but it's not without tenderness and sensuality. His lips kiss the sweaty skin of your shoulder as he holds you upright, your back flush against his broad chest, his hand still around your neck and one splayed over your stomach as he starts to ram his cock repeatedly right into that perfect spot.

“C'mon sweetheart, I got you,” he grunts, "go on, go off for me baby...”

When his hand slides down lower and you feel the electric sensation of the rough pads of his fingertips start rubbing over your slick clit, there's no going back. You're a hot, whimpering mess ready to fall over the edge.

He half-whispers, voice low and gruff by your ear. “Fuck that's it, fuck, yeah…”

He slams up into you as your body finally quakes around him and you let go completely with an uninhibited moan of pleasure, feeling the rolling fire of your orgasm exploding out in powerful waves through every nerve. You're barely aware of anything after that, only half registering the deep groan of satisfaction from Frank as he finishes inside you with several slow, deep rolls of his hips.

Everything feels warm and gooey, sounds are muted and distant for a while until you hear him again as you slowly come to, blinking your heavy eyelids open to his concerned voice.

“Hey, hey… you okay sweetheart?”

You gradually become aware that you're being held, warm and grounded. Frank's propped up on the mound of pillows at the headboard and you're laying against his broad chest as he trails his fingertips gently up and down the outside of your arm.

“Not too much?” He asks, angling his head to make eye contact with you.

You reach up your hand around the back of his head, leaning up as you pull him down to kiss him for the first time. It's a sweet kiss, relaxed and easy considering all that you've just done together. He's got the cutest smile you've ever seen on his face after you break away, this big unit of a man is maybe even blushing slightly.

“No this was perfect, thank you so much Frank, I couldn't really ask for more.” He hands you a glass of water and you kinda do wish you could indulge yourself a little more and lie in his arms for longer, but you're aware that Billy's just outside and you both should probably get cleaned up anyway. As you carefully push yourself up you can't help notice Frank seems almost reluctant to break up your little post coital moment.

“Y'know, anytime you need a little somethin’, you just let me know, hm?” Frank offers, and you know you'll definitely be taking him up on that. You slip out of bed and he's right there making sure you don't fall over your own wobbly legs on the way to the ensuite to shower.

“You comin' with me, big guy?” you ask him with a raised brow and a soft smile, glad when he returns it and shadows you, turning on the hot spray of the shower and helping you wash.

When you emerge Frank heads into the kitchen to pour you all a drink and you go to find Billy. He's in his office with his headphones on and gives you a smirk when he sees your blissed out expression, taking the headset off and putting it on the desk.

“Looks like you might've had some fun. Frankie, did you treat her right?!” he shouts through to the kitchen, and you can't help the huge grin that splits your face.

“Yeah he most definitely did.” You reply, your fingers playing with a pen on the edge of his desk. “I was thinking that maybe, we could all have some fun together next time..?”

“Oh we're already planning a next time are we?” Billy teases, and you smack him on the arm, shushing him as Frank appears in the doorway to hand you both a glass of bourbon each.

“You can count me in.” Frank responds before taking a sip and Billy grins.

You couldn't wait.

[russolaw]

[p34ce0fm1nd]

same vibes

[buildmeafairytale]

Okay I'm driving myself crazy trying to find a fic please send help! It's Frank Castle x reader and has some dom/sub components. Basically reader is irritated with him and he's always putting his boots somewhere wrong and being messy and then she gets home and his boots aren't there because they're on his feet and he's waiting for her. And the part I was on before tumblr crashed was like "Frank?" And then Frank looks all confused and goes "who's Frank baby?" And that's when it went poof but I think it was going to be like her calling him sir now and something spicy was going to happen. Please help 😭💔

[daddytonysgirl17]

Sugar-Sweet Steven (67915 words) by Sam_Haine Chapters: 13/13 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Thor, Clint Barton/Steve Rogers, Frank Castle/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Stephen Strange, Steve Rogers/Brock Rumlow/Original Character(s), Steve Rogers/Brock Rumlow, Steve Rogers/Helmut Zemo Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, T'Challa (Marvel), Brock Rumlow, Frank Castle, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Helmut Zemo, Peter Parker Additional Tags: Daddy Kink, Dom/sub, Domestic Fluff, Subspace, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Bottom Steve Rogers, Top Bucky Barnes, Top Tony Stark, Dom Tony Stark, Sub Steve Rogers, Dom Bucky Barnes, Fluff and Smut, Frottage, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Choking, Spit Kink, Master/Slave, Feminization, Sloppy Seconds, Top Thor (Marvel), Top Clint Barton, Top Bruce Banner, Top T'Challa (Marvel), Autoerotic Asphyxiation, Rape/Non-con Elements, References to Drugs, Sexual Violence, Violence, Double Penetration, Stuffed Toys, Vaginal Fingering, Body Modification, Age Play, Non-Sexual Age Play, Anal Fisting, Consensual Somnophilia, Double Penetration in Two Holes, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Steve Rogers Has a Vagina, Anal Sex, Object Penetration, Mind Control, Graphic Description Summary:

Steve's a soft boy who needs his Daddies to take care of him.

[evil-swan-witch]

Hp next gen friendgroups

(got this idea from @ace-aussie-asshole)

victoire and teddy ( this was the friendgroup i cared abt least so i didnt bother to create ocs for it)

molly weasley, dom weasley, frank longbottom, and iris zabini

james potter, fred weasley, roxanne weasley, sal yoo, medusa lestrange - the group

albus potter, rose granger-weasley, scorpius malfoy, alice longbottom, daisy zabini - the crew

lily potter, hugo granger-weasley, lucy weasley, louis weasley, lysander scamander, lorcan scamander, ellie totika - the squad

ellie totika, alessia jones, sally benett, annie blynn - ellies smaller group of friends

(often those two groups will hang out in a big group together with alessia twin sibling leo, and ashlynn brown)

lorcan scamander, ashlynn brown, uma krill, (jack brown (in parentheses because no one in the friend group likes him or wants him there))

[buckyhoney]

me when all i want to do after a stressful day is suck on franks fingers until my eyes go glassy and my head goes empty i just wanna be his silly little girl with no thoughts in my brain :’)

okay but like riding him while sucking on his fingers?

pleaassee, because softdom!frank is loving every minute of it. you are so eager to release stress, you’re sloppy with your movements. frank lets you use him any way you want, but sees your whole body is still really tense.

“hey, baby, slow down-” you’re whimpering as you try to straddle him, “relax, take it slow- you’re so worked up i’m not gonna fit,” he coos, you whine- reaching for his hand. frank chuckles, watching as you begin to suck on his two fingers. frank inhales sharply as he feels your arousal leak on his lower abdomen. as you begin to lose yourself in his fingers, your body relaxes and your pussy aches for more. franks just watches in awe at your body move.

“that’s it,” he moans at your pussy bucking against nothing, your mind numbs and your eyes are fluttering from the pleasure. “you want my dick or you wanna cum just like this?” you perk up at the mention of his cock. not breaking away from his fingers, frank sits up, adjusting your body. you sit up as frank positions himself at your entrance. the feeling of his dick filling you completely, made you moan around his fingers. “look how perfect you are, sucking on my fingers and bouncing on my dick”

im such a whore for this man its not even funny anymore

[itwasthereaminuteago]

Stef, my dear. I come to you bearing thots ❤️

I saw this: "keep talking shit and i'll show you the other things i can do with that mouth of yours."

And thought: Who'd I wanna talk to me like that? Frank, that's who 🫠🔥

Sorry this took so long but I finally have something!

|| If Found... ||

Frank Castle x female reader

Tags/warnings: soft Dom Frank with Sub puppy reader, wearing a collar, pet names, use of 'daddy', fingering, little bit of humiliation, oral sex (both male and female receiving), vaginal sex, aftercare.

A/n: arf arf woof bark bark. If I've tagged you and it's not your thing please ignore 😉

Since Frank had been helping Billy get Anvil up and running, all his time had been taken up with it. And all your time with him too for that matter. He was late home more often than not and although he kept promising to make it up to you, you were getting pissed off at being neglected. He was doing it for the benefit of both of you and you knew and appreciated that, but it didn't stop you from feeling jealous that his precious time wasn't being spent with you and only you. So when he arrives home so late again, you take it out on him.

"Hey honey, sorry m'late. You had a good day?"

"Like you actually give a shit." You grumble, turning and pulling away from him as he goes to give you a kiss.

"Huh, it's like that is it? You pissed at me for something?"

"Oh, you think?"

"Hey, c'mon baby, talk to me, tell me what's going on." He tries again, he never wants to be the reason that you're upset.

"Fuck off. You know exactly what it is." You snap back at him. You're far too annoyed to make an effort to articulate your feelings in a civil, adult way. It's a situation that could easily be resolved but there's a part of you that doesn't want that, you need to rage at him.

"Asshole." You hiss, pushing past him as he reaches for you.

He quickly loses patience. "Keep talking shit and I'll show you the other things I can do with that mouth of yours."

"Whatever. Dinner's in the dog."

Frank scoffs. "Oh yeah? Funny, cos I don't remember havin' one."

You huff, folding your arms. "Might as well be me, seeing as you treat me like one, expecting me to be happy with scraps."

"Alright." Frank thinks for a second, then he scrubs his hand over his face and shakes his head. "Get your collar." He says quietly.

You can't move, those three words flip a primal switch hidden deep within your brain.

His voice rises. "Don't make me ask again.

You hurry to the bedroom and retrieve the dainty black leather collar from your underwear drawer, clutching it in your hands as you re-enter the living room. He's sitting down on the couch now, legs spread wide.

"You know what to do."

You hold the collar between your teeth and sink down to your knees. Frank beckons you to him with a crooked finger. "Come on puppy, c'mere."

You slowly crawl on all fours to him, sitting in the space between his boots looking down at the floor. You can feel his eyes on you as you wait. He takes the collar from you and you can't help making a desperate noise as he sweeps your hair out of the way to fasten it snugly around your neck, giving it a short tug.

"Whiny little puppy just needs some attention, is that it, sweetheart?

Your eyes are wide and wet as he takes hold of your chin making you look up at him. "Hm, yeah. A little less of the attitude and I'll give you what you want, huh?"

You nod slowly, you want him to scratch that submissive itch you've been craving for so badly for weeks.

"Stand up, let's take this off." He tugs at the edge of your top and you obey, lifting your arms allowing him to peel it off. He unhooks your bra, skimming his hands around your ribs to cup your breasts and you lean into his touch but he doesn't linger, trailing his fingers down to the top of your jeans unbuttoning them and yanking them down helping you lift your legs out of them.

He tugs at the waistband of your panties. "If I take these off, are you gonna promise not to make a mess?"

You whimper and nod, but you don't care, you just want him to touch you now.

He pulls them down your legs slowly, his eyes flicking up to meet yours when he notices how the crotch sticks to your cunt with how damp they are.

"Alright, get in your spot, c'mon." He commands, helping you up onto his lap. You're completely naked with your back laying on his clothed chest and your legs hooked over either side of his. Exposed.

You're so sensitive you can't keep from wriggling against him, arching as soon as he trails his fingers along the soft skin of your inner thigh to touch you, trying to clamp your thighs together around his hand but he stops you, forcing your legs apart again, and bringing wetness up from your core to draw light little circles with his fingertips around your clit.

"There you go. That's what you need ain't it?"

You're entirely at his mercy, his other arm wrapped firm around under your chest with his teasing fingers tugging at your nipples. His warm lips drag up the side of your neck and over your collar and you moan.

"Aw, you gonna yap for me, little puppy? Huh?" He increases the speed of his fingers and you feel the pressure inside you building fast, you're so embarrassingly close, just a little more and you'll-

"Ohh, oh Frankie I'm gonna-"

He stops.

"No, no please!" You choke and cry as he takes his hand away leaving your orgasm just out of reach.

"That's it, c'mon and beg for me baby, you know how I love when you do. Now what d'ya say?"

He holds you firmly as you buck against him, the fact that you can feel him hard under your ass just makes it even more frustrating.

"Please, please daddy… I'll be so good!" You whine, and he chuckles warmly into your skin bringing his fingers back where you so desperately need them.

"Yeah, can't deny my fuckin' sweet girl." He whispers low, right next to your ear and you shudder and gasp as you feel the tendrils of pleasure wrapping around the base of your spine as he touches you.

"Aw, you gonna come baby, all for me?"

He chuckles and mocks your pathetic little moans and noises, it's humiliating and you hate that it turns you on even more. Your promise to him rings through your head as it hits you but it's too late. You can't do anything to stop the floodgates from bursting open as he takes you right over the precipice, soaking his lap right through his jeans to his boxers as you come so hard, writhing and whimpering in his grasp.

Frank scoots you to the side as he looks down at the damp patch. "Oh my baby girl... can't even follow a simple order." He tuts and your face flushes with embarrassed heat as you breathe heavily through the aftershocks, twitching.

"M'sorry." Your voice comes out small and shaky.

He pulls off his shirt and then the heavy clink of his belt buckle being undone suddenly relieves you of any sense. All you want is to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue and his come down your throat.

"That's alright cos you're gonna clean up your mess ain't ya?" It's not a question. He shucks his jeans and boxers down just far enough for his thick cock to spring up, smacking against his abs. You slide onto the floor between his legs, dumb with desire, taking hold of the base as you eagerly slide your lips around him.

"Yeah, there you go sweetheart, attagirl." He watches you take him in, circling your fingers around what you can't fit. You're drooling down his cock as you suck and lick like a good pup, and Frank's making the most gorgeous sounds of encouragement for you. When he grunts and twitches against your tongue as you swirl it around the underside of his head, you know he's close. His fingers run over your shoulders and pull up your neck, hooking under the collar and pushing you down on him just enough that you start to gag a little, but no more.

"Fuck! Mmm fuck yeah… just keep doin' that princess, just keep doin' it like that…"

You put yourself to task, arousal dripping down the insides of your thighs again as Frank's hips lift up, fucking himself into your throat. All you want is to make him happy now he's here, you want to take back everything you said and the way you were acting like a brat because you know that Frank will always take care of you exactly the way you need him to. He understands and you love him for it.

He grunts low again, moaning as your fingers caress his balls. His thick fingers weave through and tighten their grip in your hair, the air leaving his lungs in short sharp bursts as his hips jerk and he spills down your throat. You swallow greedily, milking his cock with your fist until you've lapped up every drop he can give you.

"I love you." He's grinning and laughing, his head falling slack to rest on the back of the couch. "Such a fucking good girl. God damn I fucking love you baby, you know that?"

You wipe the spit off your mouth with the back of your hand and smile up at him from your sore knees. "Thank you daddy, love you too."

Frank sheds his pants and helps you up, scooping his hands under your ass and lifting you up. You curl your arms around his neck and wrap your legs around his waist and he kisses you deeply tasting himself on your tongue as he carries you into your bedroom and throws you down on the bed.

"M'not finished with you yet." He says, and you mewl as he positions you on all fours, nudging your legs apart with his knee, settling down behind you and letting his gaze roam over your bare, wet pussy. He gently slides a finger between your folds, watching how you squirm and shy away, you've got some nerve he'll give you that.

"Shh, stay still for me, let me take care of you." You yelp as he buries his face between your legs and you pitch forward into the pillows, your moans muffled into them as he licks you right up the middle. Frank takes eating you out very seriously. He's on you until you're wailing, his nose prodding at your entrance as he tongues your clit until he's hard again, and then he teases you with the tip of his dick until you're begging again, sobbing for him to fuck you.

"Okay, okay…"

You sigh happily when he slides a finger inside you. "Christ, you're still so tight sweetheart, gonna take it slow."

He covers you, drapes himself over your body like a claim, featherlight kisses on your shoulder reminding you that he's yours too. And then you feel the immaculate burn when he grips onto your hips, lining up and slowly sheathing himself inside your needy cunt. His big, strong hands massage over your lower back trying to relax you as he pushes in the rest of the way. It's so much. He's stretching you open but making sure you're comfortable as you can be before he starts to move, and when he does your vision nearly whites out.

He fucks you like this, with your head down and your ass up in the air until you're clawing at the sheets around you and then he yanks you up by your collar, wrapping his arms around your middle, sliding his hand between your legs and zeroing in on your swollen bud of nerves.

"D-daddy- ah, uh!!"

"C'mon baby, you wanna come on my cock don't ya?"

You whine at the intensity of stimulation you're receiving, it's almost so much that you're numb. It's all you can do to dumbly nod your head, whimpers spilling from your bitten lips. On every thrust he punches so deep inside you, his skin smacking against your ass. He talks to you the whole time, playing with your clit. He doesn't mind that you're struggling to answer back, you're only able to whine as you can feel another orgasm sparking up within you fast.

"I know you want your little pussy filled, but you ain't gotta worry darlin', gonna make you feel so damn good…"

His other hand wanders up to the base of your throat, and the rough tips of his fingers stroke the edge of the collar as he applies just a touch of pressure around your neck. It's all it takes for you to start pulsing around his thrusting cock and you moan as you come together. Frank shudders behind you, holding on to you tightly, praising you constantly and reminding you that you're his good girl as he fills you with his spend.

"Goddamn, you're amazing. You okay?"

You nod, your tired body sagging back against him. He stays inside you for a little while, just holding you and kissing the side of your neck and face as he waits for you to calm down. He's so gentle with you when he pulls out, and he goes to get a washcloth to clean you up.

When that's all done you curl up with him, head resting on his chest with his hand stroking up and down your arm soothingly.

"I'm sorry I've been away from you so much, I shoulda realised sooner and there ain't any excuse. But you don't need'ta play games with me, if you need somethin' you just ask, just let me know okay?"

"I know. I'm sorry too… thank you Frankie, you always know what to do." You respond, and he kisses your forehead.

"I'll do anythin' for you sweet girl. You want me to take your collar off?"

You hum, your eyelids feel so heavy and you let them close. "Can you leave it on, please?"

Frank smiles, his fingers stroking your hair as he's kissing you softly. "You want to sleep in it, pup?"

You yawn and stretch, snuggling up to Frank's warmth. "Mmhm."

"Alright baby girl, sweet dreams."

Tags: @divinearchangel @saintmurd0ck @castlesnchurches @mindidjarin @hellskitchenswhore @pedrito-friskito @sweetieswiftie @shedaresthedevil @freshabogados @father4giveme @stress--relief @e-dubbc11 @whistle1whistle @tea-and-wine @emiemiemiii @imherefordeanandbones @officialjanetsnakehole @munsonownsmyass @marvelswh0re

[mugbearerscorner]

I was yesterday years old when I learned that Mel Brooks adapted one of my favorite Soviet satirical books, Twelve Chairs by Ilf and Petrov. I found it, downloaded it, watched it, and it's very on par with Russian adaptations I've seen!

A 1 hr 40 mins movie of course cannot contain the entirety of the book's story, so Brooks had to carefully choose which parts of Ostap Bender's adventures made it to the screen, and I think he did his best and came out on the top.

The acting is superb, and Frank Langella feels like a fresh take on Ostap's whole image (the Soviet Ostap had a bunch of costume staples that migrated from one director to the next like peaked cap, striped jacket and a white scarf).

Ron Moody's Vorobyaninov seems to be about the same in both acting and costume, though his behavior grows more manic the further down the list of chairs they go.

Also, loved the alternative ending. Details under the cut.

Both endings see Vorobyaninov losing last grains of his dignity as he lashes out at Ostap, but originally he does so with a knife. Bender's fate is left intentionally dubious, especially given that he appears in the sequel novel called The Little Golden Calf.

In Brooks's version, Vorobyaninov also loses all his dignity but instead of attacking Ostap with a weapon, he resorts to the epileptic seizure trick Bender taught him in Yalta, which in turn draws Bender back in, reinvigorating their partnership.

I wish there was a second movie based on the sequel book, but Brooks never produced it and, since Vorobyaninov is nowhere to be seen in the original, it wouldn't mesh with the movie's ending.

[creationfromnothingness]

Frank E Hollywood: Dreaming Of Dom, 2022

[s6sense]

He's awesome, handsome, generous.... and a good looking man.... and 🔥 as hell

I watched "Tales of the City", "Looking" and "The white lotus"... he's great.... #murraybartlett

And he won an Emmy.

Congratulations 👏👏👏

[buckyhoney]

Frank saying Move an inch and you won’t be coming tonight😩

you're just sitting with his cock deep inside you while he sits at the table looking over different files. frank had enough of your bratty, impatient behavior and knew the only way to correct it was for you to sit on his cock while he worked.

"daddy-" you whine as you sink into him. "enough." he was quick to silence your protest. you weren't even facing him to try and distract him, you were watching his laptop screen. it was getting boring quickly and did the only thing you knew that could get him to give you attention. you began to 'adjust' yourself, moving just enough for you to feel a bit of friction. "move an inch and you won't be coming tonight."