#thank you for asking ♡

[mp3-butch]

13&20?

13- if you had to choose one POSITIVE word to describe yourself, what would it be?

Probably creative hehe

20- If you could revive one tv show that has been cancelled, what show would it be?

Off the top of my head, teenage bounty hunters or santa clarita diet. But super entertaining and funny but had open "endings" :/

[burntpink]

1. Song of the Year?

2. Album of the Year?

alright!

01: my song of the year was not released this year, but i feel like it was my greatest finding: Don't Be Afraid by Tycho Jones, it touches some deep strange feelings in me and i'm grateful for it

02: i'm trying really really hard not to say brat but... i've listened to it obsessively. so yeah. brat and it's completely different but also still brat was it for me and this year belonged to Charli xcx

[belzrgr]

What does the binary in your blog title mean? I tried to translate it via Google but couldn't get to a comprehensive word

Oh! If I remember correctly (it's been a while since I put it there) it stands for LIVE (as in living)

I had smth negative in binary there before but felt like changing it to smth positive so that's why it's there :D

The binary code used is very loose though, since they're usually longer, so it makes sense that you couldn't find anything coherent, haha oops

[circusangel]

Would you consider yourself a yandere? If so, what types/how do you express it?

Yes, I would. Uhm, I think I most fit the definition for lonliness induction/isolating type and probably bizarre seeking.

I tend to have an issue with bad-mouthing people in a darlings life and disliking them, even when given little to no reason. Or I take 1 reason and blow it out of proportion in my head to justify my hatred. I've gotten people to leave others because of this. There was a point at which I'd even bad mouth my darling around other people or agree with poor things said about them, because I knew that it meant they'd leave my darling alone and that's all I wanted most people to do at that point in my life. I threw tantrums, got very vocally or visibly upset when a darling stops paying attention to me in favor of other people and I used to act out either until I got my way or until they ended up leaving.

As for bizzare seeking...maybe even the self-harm...one? I like to keep trinkets of certain people. I'll sleep with their belongings. I'll take pieces of their clothes I don't think they'd miss, hair, ask for blood, I've kept things I'm probably better off throwing away simply because it belonged to someone I treasured. I also frequently bring up how I would love to murder someone as something extremely intimate rather than just an act of violence. I've lived with thoughts about murdering people I love pretty consistently, simply to make them my own forever as well and the idea of keeping their body/body parts/wearing a darlings ashes on my person has always just been something I could see myself doing. I've offered to cut with a darling before and they seemed extremely....creeped out. Which-! Wasn't my best move I'm sure but you learn whose okay with that kinda stuff and who is not.

[cerealsnail]

the emerald duo on top left is so cuteee. can we have a closer look of just them

um yes!!! ty for asking they are my little guys!!

[ghoulishhx]

im insane but i need facetime sex with frankie whilst hes away. he would be so shy and lowkey confused (old man doesnt get technology bless him) until you spread your legs for the camera and start drooling over the sight of his cock.

erm ANYWAYS

-💥

this 😵‍💫 oh my god. I've been thinking about this for days now, your requests make me fucking feral girl, I hope you enjoy this lil thing i whipped up!!

18+ MDNI below the cut :3

Frank Castle and FaceTime Sex - headcanon/drabble

he's such a fucking grandpa when it comes to technology. the first time you'd call him on facetime he'd pick up and put the phone to his ear

"no frank- move your phone in front of your face.. no frankie, i can see directly into your brain"

"I won't be able to hear ya if it's not up to m'ear doll.." he grumbles, completely oblivious to the situation.

"then turn your fuckin' volume up old man!!"

he finally catches on and he's met with your giggly face as he raises his eyebrows

"didn't know ya could do this, why didn't ya call me like this sooner babydoll?"

and from then on out he'd facetime you every night (if he could) from his shitty motel rooms, after you taught him it was a whole damn separate app on the phone. Frank loved being able to see you so candidly when he was away from home, often staying on the phone with you as you fell asleep, camera facing you as he stared lovingly at your unconscious form, hating how he wasn't there in person to hold you and kiss you as you dreamt soundly in his hold.

you were the one who initiated the inevitable facetime sex, it was only a matter of time until the light bulb went off in your head. instead of sending him sexy selfies for him to fuck his fist to, why not be his own personal cam girl?

you call him one night, earlier than usual because that day you had been needier than usual.

"everythin' ok sweetheart? was gonna call you in a couple hours-"

he's cut off as you angle the phone down, showing him your body in his favourite black lacy underwear. you devilishly grin as you watch the muscles in his jaw tick, watching him try and suppress a groan at the sight of you.

"fuck mama, ya tryna kill me or somthin'? feelin' needy?" he softly speaks into the microphone, his voice rough, laced with his own desire.

"mhm frankie, need you so bad.. been wanting you all day.."

"shh doll 'm here now.. want ya to do everythin' i ask, okay sugar?" his own hand travels down to his bulge in his jeans, roughly palming himself through the fabric, cock impossibly hard just from seeing your perfect body through the tiny screen.

you whine in response to his question, moving your hands down to your core but he stops you.

"not yet babygirl, want ya to pull y'bra down.. slowly. no need to rush, we got all night.. lemme see those pretty fuckin' tits."

you comply with his requests, pulling your breasys out and slowly kneading the flesh in your palm, twisting your nipples slowly as your breathing deepens, soft moans and whines escape your plush lips as you rut your hips into the air, chasing non existent friction as you clench around nothing. he can't help but shed himself with his clothes instantly, pulling his boxers down and exposing himself in record time, his arousal destroying him.

"good fuckin' girl, my good girl. wanna see what ya do to me? bein' so perfect f'me?... shit how do I turn the camera round.."

you laugh as you instruct him, and your laughs stop as you see him, thick, hard and dripping all over himself as he fucks into his hand, groaning your name as well as a string of curse words and strangled moans. you practically drool at the sight, sucking on your fingers in the camera before reaching down to play with your pebbled nipple as he requested.

"thatsss it babygirl, push y'panties to the side, need to see her.." you comply, moving the phone to show him your spread legs, soaked panties and slick cunt. franks eyes roll to the back of his head as his cock twitches desperately, fucking his hand quicker as precum oozes from his red tip. "fuckin' soaked sweet girl, rub your clit f'me, slowly.. attagirl."

he talks you through pleasuring yourself, telling you to speed up, rub harder, stop altogether. he makes you take it agonisingly slow until you're begging him through the receiver to let you touch yourself more, your release imminent as he continues edging you with his dirty words.

"gonna fuckin' ruin ya when i come home Monday.. fuck baby, teasin' me like this.. shit. need to fill that pretty lil mouth.. need to stretch that pretty pussy with my cock, that what ya want doll?"

"frankie- please.. 'm so close.. pleasepleaseplease-"

"been so good f'me doll, that's it cum for me. pretend it's me instead of ya fingers." his orgasm is close too, however he waits until yours crashes through you first, hearing you whine his name as you both cum together, gushing over your own hands wishing it were the others instead.

let's just say when he finally does come home, you both don't leave your shared bedroom for the entire day, calling your work telling them you're too sick when in reality you're getting stuffed full of him repeatedly until your knees give out.

being taught what facetime was, is the best thing that ever happened to frank.

[snowluvvie]

hi snow!! i cant wait for your vday event hehehe♡

could i get a chocolate lava cake with c+j for rafe pls (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

₊˚⊹ ♡ . NSFW ALPHABET (C, J) w/ RAFE CAMERON

₊˚⊹ ♡ . MDNI 18+. warnings — fem!reader, unprotected p in v, cumming on face, light overstimulation, m. masturbation

C is for CUM — anything to do with cum, basically

Rafe is, to his core, gross. In this particular area, he's possessive and unashamed of the ways he shows that—no matter how messy they can be. Like pretty much every other guy you know, he'll take every opportunity to fill you up by cumming inside of you, overstimulating you to the point of whining and attempting to crawl away—unsuccessfully, of course—while he stares at the way your hole swallows him up and how his cum dribbles out of you as he tries to fuck it deeper inside of you.

If you won't let him finish inside, he throws a fit, but it's a short-lived fit before he's badgering you about where else he can cum. As long as it's degrading, he isn't a picky guy. Your face is a top choice whenever he can convince you, you'll never get the look on his face out of your head as you watched with your knees on the ground. His eyebrows scrunched up, mouth falling open as he stroked his angry red cock an inch away from your face. You closed your eyes to let him paint your lips and cheeks with white ropes of cum, but the picture was still crystal-clear in your mind.

J is for JACK OFF — masturbation headcanon

Porn is great and all, but Rafe has absolutely no shame pulling up a random girl's Instagram page and jerking off to that. Genuinely, he only has to meet you once to run straight to your social media when he's lying in bed that night, room dark except for the dim glow of your profile on his phone illuminating his face. He scrolls past any bikini or full-body pictures you have up—ignoring anything he deems to be "bait" for that sort of thing. It has to do with his ego, like if he thinks you posted something specifically to be sexy, he ignores it.

No, he goes to whatever cute pictures you have up. A pretty pic of just your face. Smiling, laughing, innocently sipping at your drink. He imagines that pretty face underneath him, how your eyebrows would furrow and your mouth would go slack as you fell apart while he was fucking you. He stares at pictures of you with happy, glimmering eyes, and imagines what they would look like rolling back into your head as he speared you on his cock. That's what's running through his mind as he's stroking his dick, his bedroom near-silent aside from his quiet groans and the slick sound of his hand moving up and down.

Rafe cums into his fist looking at your innocent, smiling face, and he doesn't feel bad about it in the slightest. He's the type to tell you, actually—tactlessly, the second time you're hanging out or some other time that's way too early. "Yeah, that pic you have up, from a couple weeks ago—the one where you're smilin' real cute. Blew my load to it, hard." Pig. You're shocked, halfway between offended and scandalized and maybe a tiny... tiny bit pleased about it.

[zu-is-here]

Can we have a drawing of adult Aim?

*sighs* still such a baby <3

[arttsuka]

Eating your art style, sorry

Anyways, imagine if Jed can read Chinese (learned from the railroad workers, both historically and movie canon! Well meaning they speak Chinese in the movie) And translates something into English for Larry while everyone just collectively goes "sorry, huh?"

Larry would be so done with that situation

Imagine your boyfriend knowing Chinese but not being able to learn Latin

Edit: there's, there's a fanfic of this now. Go read it.

[metalsandwires]

So, I come here to promise that I won't try to flee again when that Allen guy says "hi" to me but I also would like him to not say "hi" loudly out of nowhere. He scared me.

(jokes and references to one of the drawings aside, what you do is crazy good)

You promise you'll stay?

Don't worry! I won't be letting go :]

[puptrefied]

hiiii! been a lurker but love your writing lots. Saw you wanted some asks sooooo—

What do you think CaitVi would do with f!reader during aftercare? Like who preps the bath, cuddles, etc?

I know for a fact cait already has everything figured out. towels, water bottles, extra blankets in case the ones on the bed are wet, hell i feel like she'll even have candles with ur ( and vi's ) favorite scent on the nightstand. good thing her bathroom is big and the bathtub has space for three people! bubbles, oils, water perfectly warm and, if you are that tired, the lights dim.

this is just what my brain came up with ok but I personally think cait has a thing for pulling hair. I dunno, she just does. so yeah, she'll focus on taking care of that once y'all are done. who wants their pretty girls with messy, tangled hair? not caitlyn kiramman !

ugh just imagined her being all sweet and having her hair back in that stupid, messy ponytail and kissing your face all over and talking gently and bringing tea and and AND UGH I wanna die

vi definitely gets more physical. like, face buried into your neck while wrapping her arms around your waist like a koala type of physical. kisses, cuddles, hands everywhere at all once.

unlike cait, I don't think she'll talk much.

like, come on, this woman was in prison for years. she has no clue on what to say or do during aftercare besides running her hands up and down your sides and saying that she's too comfy to move. she will get up to clean up tho, she's not irresponsible, she just needs five minutes more in bed !

so what if it's sticky and you're sweaty? stay in bed pls :(

this is more focused on her but TELL ! HER ! SHE ! DID ! GOOD !

also, play with her hair and she's gone. has to remind herself the three of you are tired because otherwise she's dragging cait from the bathroom to the bed again even if it means hearing the bluenette complaining about the bathwater getting cold after she spent minutes trying to find the right temperature.

[khaliarart]

Favourite paper sketches of Aka? :3c

I don‘t draw on paper a lot, that‘s almost every one of them!

[stiltonbasket]

Calamitous beauty wwx! Do jc and yzh feel betrayed when the lan-er-gongzi they asked for help to protect wwx ends up being the one taking him away from lotus pier

Ps: it's my first ask although I've been a silent follower for almost 2 years now. I really love your writing. They are like warm sunshine on a cold winter morning and just warm up my heart

Mostly, they're relieved that Wei Wuxian now has a defender who manages to be more intimidating than the two of them and Jiang Fengmian put together!

[inkbybambi]

Hi! Can please get #56 with ghoap x reader for Spotify 100 blurb? I am curious to see what happens... >_<

hi darling! yes absolutely, thank you for the prompt!

it's all about confidence baby / she's making me nervous, she's making me nervous

a smirk paints simon's lips as he leisurely sips his whiskey. two fingers, love — he had asked when you offered him a drink.

you gave him three with a glittering smile and a wink.

johnny is a right mess, nervously fiddling with his glass that’s still untouched, salted rim of his top-shelf tequila enticing, but not enough to actually take it.

you pout when you walk by, ready to refill him, your own glass hidden under the table to take one with him, but it’s still as neat as when you first placed it in front of him.

you open your mouth to say something, but a call from the other end of the bar catches your attention. another quick look to johnny shows he’s no closer to taking his drink. you slink away, your own glass untouched.

the bar is decorated with flashes of silver and gold, glitter dusting the countertops to ring in the new year. but you were the most gorgeous creature there and soap can’t look away.

“it’s been an hour, mate,” gaz slurs as he comes to the bar, his third glass of the night already empty. “just ask ‘er out.”

simon snorts into his glass, far too amused for soap’s liking.

gaz tips his glass in your direction, and you visibly brighten. they are your favorite regulars, after all.

“another one already, pretty boy?” your voice floats over the music, teasing, paired with a lethal grin that makes soap weak in the knees. soap knows the pet name isn’t directed at him, but his face heats and he ducks his head. you wouldn’t be able to tell in the low light of the bar anyway, but he doesn’t want to risk it.

“johnny,” you whine, and he can’t ignore you when you sound so sad. he looks up, the pout on your face even worse as you eye his glass. “do you not like it? it’s your favorite.”

gaz has a fresh drink in hand but is pointedly not leaving. he knocks soap’s shoulder — wasn’t even trying to be subtle about it — so now everyone’s attention was on him. your eyes are extra sparkly under the lights, and soap decides it’s now or never.

“can ah take ye on a date?” he blurts out, blush hot on his cheeks, heart doubling over itself.

your answering smile is blinding, perching up on your toes enough to lean over the counter. your fingers are soft on his cheeks, if not a bit sticky from the drinks you’ve been pouring all night, but he doesn’t care when your lips press against his.

the kiss isn’t perfect, both of you too caught up in smiling to kiss proper, but you give him a cheeky bite to his bottom lip before pulling away, a promise for more later.

price comes to gather his boys, motioning to a billiards table that just opened up for them. he gives you a nod in acknowledgment, and you make sure they’re all topped up on their drinks before they amble away. soap finally gives in to do a shot with you, and price mutters christ under his breath when you pass soap the lime from between your teeth.

“we’ll see you at home, doll,” simon calls as soap drags him away, saying that he’ll beat gaz and price this time, for sure.

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

Hello may 31th anon! Look at that, another year behind us and a new one to come. Have a nice day! ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡

[ghoulishhx]

PLEASEEEE #5 from the smut list PLEASE im begging. i'm going thru a lot of intense therapy that makes me delve into a lot of my childhood sexual trauma and i have taken up the habit of having compassion for myself (because that's the hardest part) through Frank as silly as that is.

I feel like he's already so attentive and worshipful but like...with a reader who has such a complex relationship with her body that goes past insecurity...idk but i know you'd write it well

5.) body worship

hi my love!! i wanna apologise for this taking me so damn LONG. i started it in my drafts, and i didn't look at my drafts for a couple weeks and here we are. i hope you enjoy this!! i hope you were ok with me making reader plus!size, this request went hand in hand with another one from my wife @carbonfiction so i thought i may as well combine the two! ok ily enjoy!!

MDNI 18+

My Masterlist!

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Pairing: Frank Castle x PlusSize!Reader

Contents: SMUTTT!!! very fluffy too, mirror sex, frank talks you through touching yourself, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up irl please ty), squirting, praise, talking you through it, reader isn't comfortable in her own body, brief oral (F recieving)

Wordcount: 2.2k

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✦ pretty girl

“Babygirl, where are ya?” you hardly hear the lock to your shared apartment being turned, the sound of Frank’s heavy combat boots against the hardwood floor as he approaches your bedroom distant. “There ya are- well fuck me, doll.. ‘S that new?”

Your boyfriend's jaw drops to the floor in a comical fashion at the sight of you. He instantly thought the worst when you didn’t respond to him calling for you as he came home, now he can see how wrong he was. His eyes practically bulge out of his skull as his gaze drags along your barely clothed body, trying on a new set of lingerie. The swell of your large breasts poking over the (slightly too small) thin lace brassiere, a dainty bow resting above the underwire between your tits, paired with a high waisted pair of panties. The view of you from the side instantly rushes blood to his cock, making him impossibly hard from what he’s seeing. The panties accentuate the plush skin of your hips and ass, your love-handles poking out alluringly from the bottom as the fabric clings onto your backside, deliciously enunciating the curves and leaving not much to the imagination. The icing on the cake, above your underwear sits a garter belt, hoisting sheer mesh stockings that sit perfectly around the plush of your thighs. Frank’s surprised he hasn’t come in his jeans already just from the sight.

“Oh hi Frankie, I didn’t hear you come in.” you softly speak, turning to him, blushing at the way he’s looking at you. “Do you like it? I got it today, but I’m not sure..”

“Like it? Shit baby you look fuckin’ gorgeous..” he can’t help but reach out and touch you, shuddering at the feel of the soft fabric against his calloused fingers, gripping slightly at your skin as he traces his hands all over you, toying with the material, stopping at the dips in your hips. “What is there to be not sure about, doll?” 

“Hmm I don’t know, don’t ya think it makes me look.. I dunno.. Big..?” your face flushes as you timidly squeak out your query, feeling so bare and vulnerable in front of Frank. He’s seen every inch of you naked many times by now, but this feels like a whole other territory. 

“Sweetheart..” he begins as he slips himself behind you, hugging tightly around your stomach as you both face the large mirror in front of your bed, you can’t help but gasp at the feeling of his arousal poking into your back. “Too big? You're kiddin’ me right baby? You're just damn right. Damn beautiful..” 

“Frankie..”

“Shh baby.. You look so fuckin’ pretty. Tell me, tell me ‘I’m pretty’ sweet girl.” he whispers into your ear as he begins kissing behind it, trailing down your neck eliciting small moans from you as he tastes and sucks marks into the sensitive skin.

“Frank.. I-I can’t..” you whine, bucking your hips into his crotch, your desperation apparent. He halts the assault on your neck as he grabs your wrist, pulling your arm behind your back and placing your soft hand on his bulge. Fuck was he hard, he felt so hard in your palm you were sure it probably hurt.

"You’re lyin’ to y'self sweetheart. Prettiest fuckin' thing I’ve ever seen.. See what ya do to me? Huh? Feel that?" he starts rubbing your hand up and down his clothed length. His breathing deepens, growling into your ear from the touch of your hand. “All from lookin’ at ya pretty girl, ya drive me insane.”

He spins you around to face him as he captures you in a bruising kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth as you swirl your own against his. Your free hand grasps the side of his face, pulling him closer into the kiss as you touch him through the rough denim with your other hand. Frank’s hands rest on your lower back, moving them downwards to your ass as he deepens the kiss, grabbing at the plush skin, kneading the fleshy dough. You can’t help but moan into his mouth as you rub his cock, needing more of him. He picks up on your neediness, spinning you back around to face the mirror.

“F-Frankie? What are yo-”

“Want ya to show me somethin’, okay? Want ya to show me how pretty you are when ya touch yourself f’me.” His tone is unwavering as he lowers you both to the ground, sitting you in between his large thighs as he rubs his hands up and down your own. “That okay with you, pretty girl?” You desperately nod, your need consuming you.

“Attagirl doll, make y’self feel as good as you look.” He hums appreciatively as you pull your drenched panties to the side, slipping a finger over your slick core, accumulating your wetness as you begin delicately toying with your clit. The view of yourself spread out in front of you makes you bite your lip, looking away as your skin flushes, feeling embarrassed to be witnessing yourself so lewdly.

“No way sweetheart, eyes forward okay?” he firmly grips your jaw, forcing you back face to face with your reflection, catching his own lust blown eyes in the process. “Want ya to see how pretty you look. No shyin’ away.” he tilts your head as he peppers kisses along your jawline. You mewl from the pleasure, eyes on your dripping centre, your flushed chest as your breasts heave with each breath, Frank’s light touches all over your body as he grips at your chest, squeezing and tugging at your pebbled nipples.

“That’s my girl, shit you look so good. Ya feelin’ good doll?” he groans as he runs his hands down your body, stopping at your soft stomach, rubbing comforting circles into the skin.

“Mhm Frankie.. S-so good.. Need you though, please..” you whine as you push your back against his firm chest, reaching behind you to grab at his hair as you meet his eyeline, needing him more than you ever have before.

“You’ll have me soon enough sweet girl, wanna watch ya fall apart f’me first, okay? You’re close, I know you are.” his lips return to your neck, licking stripes along the skin under your ear, causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin.

Your pace quickens as you flick at your throbbing clit, thighs trembling from the pleasure as your arousal drips down from your hole to the wooden floor beneath you. His hands move down to your legs, holding them firmly, stabilising you as ecstasy begins to take over you. He can’t help but move his fingers towards your entrance subconsciously, needing to feel you come undone around his digits. You welcome his fingers and sigh at the relief as your gummy walls clench around him.

“Fuck Frank.. I-I’m coming.. Shit” you whimper as your orgasm consumes you. Your hips jerk violently from the sensation, your moans of his name and curse words interrupted by broken sobs as you gush around yours and Frank’s fingers, arousal coating the mirror before you.

“Good fuckin’ girl baby, makin’ such a mess just from watchin’ y’self. That’s it doll, so proud of ya.” he continues fucking you with his hand, selfishly obsessed with the way you writhe from overstimulation. You’re completely sexdrunk, a babbling mess as you whine from his touch. He reluctantly pulls his drenched fingers from your hole as he places them into your mouth. You greedily suck them dry, swirling your tongue as you lap up your juices. You can feel his cock twitch on your back from the action, the hardness even more apparent. 

“I need you Frank.. Please..” you turn around to him as you straddle his legs, pawing at his chest as you grind your soaked hips onto his lap, drowning his jeans.

“Tell me that you think you're pretty, baby, ‘n I’ll give ya what ya want.” he whispers, reaching to your face and brushing the stray hairs behind your ear.

“W-what? Why do I have to-”

“Two simple words, doll, that’s it. Then you can have me.” his eyes bare into you as you flush even more under his gaze. He notices your hesitation, your refusal to say those words. 

“You’re tellin’ me ya still don’t think you’re pretty after watchin’ what I just saw, huh? Shit doll I think we gotta get those eyes tested.” he moves from beneath you, as if to stand up. You grasp at his clothes, holding him in place.

“I’m pretty, Frank. I’m really.. fucking pretty.” you whisper so softly between gritted teeth, the words almost silent as you close your eyes tight. The room falls quiet for a few moments as you peek at him through your eyelids. His face is covered by his iconic, cocky shit-eating grin. You open your eyes fully and smile back as he pulls you into a tight embrace.

“Damn fuckin’ right, my pretty girl.” he raises you both to your feet as he reaches below your ass, picking you up, instinctively you wrap your legs around his waist as he consumes you with another intense kiss. He places you down on the bed behind you both on your back, as he begins stripping his clothes (fucking finally, you thought.) You spread your legs in front of you, smiling up at him as he begins slowly pumping his cock above you, eyes locked onto your body. Typically you’d shy away from such an action, but tonight you truly felt as beautiful as he told you you were. 

Frank dips his head down to your chest, placing kisses across your breasts, licking stripes along every bit of skin shown to him as he kneels down face to face with your core. 

“Lookin’ like a fuckin’ dream baby, gotta taste ya real quick, alright?” you gasp as he begins devouring you, gripping your thighs with his hands as he pulls them into the side of his head, taking your spent clit between his lips as he suckles on the bundle of nerves. He moves his tongue lower to your entrance, fucking you with his muscle. “Taste like a fuckin’ dream too.. Shit..”

You wrap your fingers in his hair, tangling the strands as you grind your hips into his face.

“Needy fuckin’ girl, ain’t ya?” he coos, the vibrations making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “I can’t wait anymore to feel ya.” he pulls his face from your cunt and slams his lips onto yours. The heady taste of him and your arousal makes your head spin as you clench around nothing, aching for him inside of you.

He doesn’t waste anymore time as he rubs the head of his cock along your folds, accumulating your slick as lubricant as he pushes himself inside of you. His thickness always shocks you as he splits you in half with his length. You whine as he sheathes himself fully inside of you, filling you to the brim with his sex. His head instantly touches your cervix, so deep inside of you. He looks to you for any signs of discomfort, and you offer him a desperate nod to start moving. He picks up on your pleas and begins thrusting into you. His pace is both passionate and rough, primal desire taking over him.

“Feel so fuckin’ good sweetheart, so tight f’me, so pretty.” He moans above you as he slams his hips into yours, hands resting on your stomach as he ruins you. “This pussy was fuckin’ made f’me.”

“Mhm Frankie.. Oh god you’re filling me up so good, feels so good” the noises leaving your body are sinfully so beautiful to listen to. Frank’s addicted to you, the way you look, feel, sound. He groans at his view, you arching your back off of the bed as you grasp at the bedsheets white-knuckled. He knows he won’t be able to last much longer, you looking as good as you do, feeling as good as you do clenching around his cock. He knows you are also close, the way your body twitches beneath him shows that much.

“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Let me have it.” He slams harder into you, moving his thumb down to toy with your clit, revelling in the way your moans have pitched up. It’s not long before you’re milking him dry, silent moans leave your agape jaw as coaxes out your squirt. Your orgasm coats him, soaking the bed sheets beneath you as he growls at the pulse of your cunt. 

His thrusts begin to falter as his own release approaches, One.. Two.. Three more thrusts and he's spilling his hot, sticky seed inside of you, painting your walls white as he drains himself into you. He groans with each pulse of his cock, gripping at your waist, thighs, hip dips to ground himself. He collapses on you with a deep breath, fully spent and pussydrunk. He plants kisses all along your face and chest, pulling you close to him. 

“My gorgeous girl, look so damn perfect, did so good f’me.” Frank whispers as he wraps his hand around the side of your head, pulling you back to look at him. “My pretty girl.”

“Your pretty girl, Frankie. All yours.”

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a/n: this was veryy self indulgent so i hope thats ok!!

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