#thanks for ask ♡

[ampleappleamble]

not 2 start this up again, but i've already started seeing posts about avowed (tho not on here yet surprisingly, on other sites) and thus far it's almost all been talking abt how fun and charming the companions are and that's great! v glad to hear that! i did not spring for the early access version so i can't play till tuesday but it's great that i've been seeing ripples of positive responses already

except. the 3 separate posts ive seen today alone all follow this up by lamenting that it's a crime that the companions can't be romanced. gnashing my teeth over it like man, c'mon. have we truly lost the sauce. when a character who can't be romanced -- whether in a game with no romances at all, or whether they just happen to be one who doesn't have a romance path while others do -- charms you, you're supposed to let that consume you and drive your creativity and make your own romantic content. fics, fanart, edits, whatever it may be.

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sigh. guys, you may think you can't romance kai or yatzli or whoever but the thing is you can. if you believe you can, you can. you can smooch the surly dwarf or the animancer lady too, as much as you want, in the infinite expanse of your Mind Palace. and they can be as good or as bad at giving head as you feel– no, as you know they ought to be. i believe in you.

[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!!

[maiiuelle]

what if rafe and reader are more than friends but they didn’t really put a label on it and even top and kelce noticed but rafe still has the occasional hookup and one night when reader was js thinking abt stuff and then she realizes that shes inlove with rafe but when she came over to tannyhill to confess and rafe answered with his hair all messed up and him shirtless and he basically smelled like sex and when rafe asks why shes there she randomly just runs away and cries in her car while driving home so basically just angst (does that make sense idk)

you feel like your going crazy, standing at tannyhill’s front stoop twiddling your thumbs.

your relationship with rafe cameron is complicated; you’d almost call it a situationship, but you couldn’t put a label on it. you’d been going to all of his parties to serve as arm candy, posed with him at the golf course, and hooked up with him more than once. it’s beyond casual, but he has yet to pop the girlfriend question. even with his little commitment, you’d been finding it hard to keep your mind off of him — or rather, what the two of you had done together. you have to mean more to him than he’s letting on.

so, you knock on tannyhill’s giant glass front door again, biting your lip nervously as you look over the texts you’d already sent him to let him know you were coming.

“hey! just thinking ab u.. are u free tn? <3” you asked right after work, hopping in the shower in hopes you could head straight to his place after.

“busy. work shit. u free on friday?”

“oh idk. sucks we cant do tn, i miss u.” you followed your message with a picture of you sitting on your pink bedsheets, posing in the mirror to show off your silky pajamas. you thought he just needed a little convincing, but he didn’t respond.

“can u call me before bed? sorry, i know u said ur busy.”

by then it had been an hour or two, still no response from rafe. you were pacing around your room. all you wanted was to spend time with him, even if that meant lounging around while he works. anything would do, you just couldn’t stay away.

you came to the conclusion had to show him how much you care somehow, and what better way than to go to tannyhill and confess your love for him — it would be like a romance movie, he’d probably be exhausted from work and happy to see you by then!

“i’m sorry if this is sudden, i just feel like i really need to see you. i’ll just drop by for a second xoxo see u soon”

suddenly, the front door swings open, revealing a very disheveled rafe cameron. his bangs are a mess, sweaty and strewn across his forehead. his whole face is red, his lips swollen, and all he’s wearing are blue flannel pajama pants. you’d seen him like this before, pussy drunk and stumbling around a dark room. your heart deflates as he pushes open the front door, familiar blue eyes squinting at you through the night. “the fuck are you doing? you’re gonna wake up my fuckin’ dad.”

“work shit, huh? really, rafe?” you snap, looking him over completely disgusted. “what’re you d—”

“nah, nah. i told you i was busy — did i not?” he cuts you off, holding a finger in your face and grabbing your upper arm with the other hand, making you jump. “could’a kept yourself from all this if you just listened to me, right? right?” he jostles you, like he could shake a response out of you, but you’re frozen. he lets you go at the sight of your face, squeezing the bridge of his nose. “fuckin’ figures.”

“are you.. high?” you pull your knit cardigan tighter around your shoulders, tears already beginning to brim your waterline at the utter betrayal.

rafe recoils, acting overly offended to take the heat off his obvious cheating. “you’re gonna talk to me like that at my own goddamn house? do me a favor — go home, and i’ll think about callin’ you.”

“don’t bother. asshole.” you cry, turning away. the last glimmer of hope you have is snuffed out when you hear the glass door slam behind him, leaving you alone once again.

defeated, you retreat back to your car, wiping your tear stained cheeks pitifully. you should have known, rafe cameron is a player.

➺ do you…

⟡ hear out rafe’s apology

OR

⟡ tell jj what rafe did

[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

[sunnydbeam]

I havent had a chance to read it yet but I really appreciate the effort you put in for us english speakers. Learning another language is never easy. Writing in it is even harder!

Its a free story. People need to chill. They dont deserve Biohazard >:I

Also if your blog is anything to go by, your English is really good?? I never knew you werent a native speaker until you said something!

Sending you all the love and support 💕☢️💕☢️💕

Awaw thanks so much, how sweet<3 I'm not sure why some people get like this over a simple character or story... Anons are wild-

Omg do you think my english is THAT good? I had my doubts hahahasdfhsj thanks sm! Have a lil Haz

[ghuleh-draws]

would you feel comfortable sketching Copia and Secondo drinking juice boxes together? :3 <3 if so, please and thank you xx

Secondo realizes Copia might be on to something with the juice box thing 🤔

[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.

[ampleappleamble]

Simply take your blorbos to the Luminous Scrubhouse in Nekataka

okay

DID THEY REALLY THINK A SCRUB DADDY COULD STAND AGAINST THE DAWN haha see what i did there

ahhh that was fun. thanks for the suggestion :)

[miracle-negative]

♡ @idontknowanymoreidk @killer-blowmybrain @quizisinurhouse @rryurei @xcrossverse @ribboncrimson ♡

+ @moi-duckie

[maiiuelle]

omg imagine having a cute little girl's night with bf!rafe (he was forced into it) and putting a face mask on him, doing skincare with him and getting him to paint your nails... he ends up enjoying it much more than he thought he would, despite his grumpy attitude in the beginning

He tries to braid your hair as the both of you are sitting on your bed, your legs crossed as you close your eyes and just take in the feeling of his calloused hands on your hair trying to be as gentle as possible with you, the song 'Oh to be in love' by Kate Bush faintly playing from your bluetooth speaker. He's murmuring sweet little things into your ear while he's doing it too, and when he's done he devours your face with kisses on your nose, temples, chin, lips, neck..

(sorry this was supposed to be a request but I got a bit carried away.. I'M FEELING ROMANTIC, OKAY? TwT)

OMG OMG OMG this is so cute i love it!! 🥺

rafe was grumpy to begin with, having dealt with a very long week full of meetings. your solution to his stress is to have a spa day! it always works for you, and you know if he just gives it a shot, he’ll feel so much better. rafe being rafe thinks the idea is stupid at first, complaining on the way to sephora. “see, i don’t think i’m really understanding here, baby — how’s a goddamn face mask gonna fix my deal that just went under? huh?”

“rafe! would you just give it a try? just trust me, okay?” you bat your lashes at him, a sweet smile dawning your cheeks. you swipe his card to buy all sorts of new sheet masks, moisturizers, sprays and lotions. you were going to make sure tonight was perfect!

he doesn’t admit it at first, but having you sat on his lap smoothing a calming lavender sheet mask over his face is pretty relaxing. you even brought out your jade roller to massage it in, humming softly to yourself as he leans his head back and closes his eyes. you smile now that he’s not looking, biting your lower lip in silent victory. “mm, it is pretty nice, hm?”

“shutup — n’keep going.”

rafe would definitely want to do something to return the favor later that night, insisting he can stay a little later and help you fall asleep. you’re sitting in between his legs under the sheets, back to his chest so he can braid your hair while kate bush plays in the background. for once, he’s really gentle, using his thick fingers to comb through your hair and carefully untangle any knots. “so pretty baby, n’so sweet. what’d i do to deserve a girl like you, huh?” he puts the finished braid over your shoulder, letting his hand linger there to pull you flush against his chest. you just smile up at him, his eyes stuck on your soft lips as he comes down for a kiss. but he doesn’t stop there, heating up the kiss and trailing down your neck and shoulders, then coming back to litter them all over your face.

[snowluvvie]

hiii may i pls req a strawberry shortcake with clark kent?

p.s. love ur blog<3

— with love from @preyingfaes / @fae-of-prey (sorry my main is shadow banned so i can only send messages on anon)

₊˚⊹ ♡ . Clark invented being gentlemanly and all-American, Valentine’s Day is a time for him to shine that's second to only your anniversary and Fourth of July ( shirtless at the grill, you get it. ) the two of you are so gross on Valentine’s Day. he's bringing you breakfast in bed and you're eating all giddy-like, stopping to kiss in between bites and he's holding your legs between his while you eat, like he can't stand to stop touching you, even for a moment. while you're out on your date during the day, you run into one of Smallville's other couples, and the girl is shooting a sidelong look at her boyfriend when she sees the way Clark treats you. sure, it's normal for him to do everything for you—every door opened, jar opened, heavy object carried—it's days like this that just emphasize it and make you stare at him in wide-eyed wonder, trying to figure out how he ended up this way. ( lots of boys are raised on farms, and they're not all Clark Kents. ) when he's fucking you on the barn couch that night, and you're digging your fingernails into his shoulders like he's gonna run away, he's babbling away in your ear, waxing poetic between moans and whimpers about how much he loves you. even when you're falling asleep that night—you're more than tuckered out after that—he's keeping himself awake mumbling to you about "all the rest of our Valentine's Days." next year, and the year after, and the year you get married, and when you have your own house, and when you have kids. what can he say? he's a forward thinking guy—you're perfectly happy to just live in this day, though

[zu-is-here]

I wanna see more of Aim being a dad!!

And that's how you become a dad :D

Crazy Lace by clownyclowns

[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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