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His Gray Area (Frank Castle Smut!)

Summary: Life with Frank has a gray area where she fits into his life and in his bed.

(Established relationship, age-gap reader, daddy kink, use of kiddo, fingering, p in v (unprotected), cum eating, Frank being a pleasure Dom)

Frank comes home covered in blood and silently gives her two thumbs up when she asks how the punisher mission went before going to the bathroom to clean up. this is their new normal.

after washing the blood off of his hands and face, Frank walks out of the bathroom wearing a plain black t-shirt and sweatpants, his hair slightly damp. He sits on the couch and pats his lap, signaling for her to come sit with him. “Come here, kiddo.”

she straddles his lap and runs her hands over his bruises face, her lips in a slight frown.

Frank grabs her wrists gently but firmly, stopping her from touching his face. “Don't. You don't need to see this shit.” his voice is rough but gentle. “I'm fine. Just tired.” he tries to pull her hands away from his face. “Come here and kiss me instead.”

she kisses him gentle and sweet.

he kisses her back, his hands moving to her hips and pulling her closer. “I missed you today.” he murmurs against her lips. “Did you eat?” his eyes scan her face, checking if she's been taking care of herself.* “You look tired.”

“Missed you too Frankie”

his expression softens at the nickname only she uses. “Too tired for dinner? Want me to make you something?” his hands trace circles on her waist. “You're losing your appetite, kiddo. And don't give me that 'I'm not' bullshit.” he shifts slightly underneath her.

“I just not eating as much as I should I guess.”

his brow furrows. “I guess.” he pulls her closer, resting his forehead against hers. “You need to eat more. You're too small as it is.” he sighs he knows small is relative to Frank, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “And don't give me that look.”

she smiles softly, “I’ll take better care. M’sorry Frankie..”

He kisses her forehead softly. “Don't apologize, kiddo. Just promise me you'll eat more.” Frank gives her a stern yet loving look. “I don't want you passing out on me.” he pauses for a moment before asking, “What did you do today?”

she kisses him, “went for a walk.. went out to the thrift store.. real boring stuff compared to your day…”

he chuckles softly, one hand running through her hair. “Boring stuff my ass.” he kisses her neck, making her giggle. “Least your walk wasn't interrupted by explosions or bullets.” his hands squeeze her waist gently. “Found anything good at the thrift store?”

“Couple things” she says softly tracing patterns on his shoulder.

He raises an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips.* “Yeah? Like what?” he's genuinely interested, trying to keep the conversation light and normal despite the day he's had.

“Couple button down shirts for you.. couple dresses for me. Some tshirts.”

his eyes soften at the thoughtfulness. “Come here.” he pulls her closer, one hand ghosting down her back. “You shouldn't spend money on me, kiddo. I'm not a pretty boy who needs fancy shirts.” though he's flattered by her effort.

“I know.. but I just thought about how handsome you’d look in em… and I got all wet and embarrassed in the middle of the store.. I had to buy em.”

Frank bursts out laughing, his head thrown back.“Fuck, you're adorable.” he cups her face, wiping away imaginary tears from laughing. “So you bought me shirts because you got wet thinking about me in them?” his voice is filled with amusement. “Little perv.” he kisses her softly.

she giggles in the kiss.

he smiles against her lips before pulling back. “And the dresses? What color?” he's genuinely curious about the little things she does to make their shared space a home.

“There’s a pretty green one with a v neckline… and a little red lacy summer dress.”

his mind immediately goes to the mental image of her in the green dress, the v neckline revealing just enough of her cleavage to drive him crazy. And the red dress? Fuck, he can already imagine the way the lace would hug her curves. “Those sound perfect for you, kiddo.”

he stands up suddenly, lifting her into his arms bridal style. She lets out a surprised squeak. “What are you doing?” he starts walking towards the bedroom, his arms wrapped around her. “I wanna see these dresses on you. Right fucking now.”

she giggles, “they’re in the closet”

he kicks the bedroom door open and walks over to the closet, sitting down on the edge of the bed with her still in his arms. “Okay, so they're in there.” he sets her down on the floor and pats her butt. “Go on, show me the green one first.”

His breath catches in his throat as she emerges from the closet wearing the green dress. The v-neckline sits perfectly between her breasts, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. The fabric hugs her curves in all the right places. “Holy fuck... turn around slowly.”

Frank swallows hard, adjusting himself discreetly as she spins around. “Jesus Christ...” he runs a hand through his hair, “That dress was made for you.” his eyes roam over her body hungrily. “Come here.”

“Ahh ahh. After I show you the second one.” She giggles and smiles at him before disappearing into the closet again.

chuckles darkly, trying not to pull her to him immediately, “Fucking tease. Fine, what's the second one like?” his voice is deeper now, affected by the sight of her in the green dress “Is it... as fucking sexy as this one?”

she slips on the red lace summer dress.

His eyes nearly bug out of his head as she slips into the red lace dress. The fabric is sheer enough to see the outline of her underwear through it, and the hemline hits mid-thigh, showing off her toned legs. He's hard instantly. “Turn around. Slowly. Like before.”

He groans as she turns around, the dress fluttering up slightly and showing off the bottom of her ass cheeks. He stands up abruptly, his self-control snapping. “Enough. Come here right fucking now.”

He kisses her back fiercely, his hands immediately going to the hem of the red lace dress. He lifts it up slowly, revealing her toned legs and the outline of her black lace thong underneath. He breaks the kiss to murmur against her lips, “Take this off for me. Now. Please?”

“The dress or the panties?” she asks softly.

He growls low in his throat, nipping at her bottom lip. “The dress. For now. I want you in just that tiny thong when I lay you down on that bed.” His fingers curl into the fabric of her dress, ready to tear it off if she doesn't comply quickly.

she slips the dress off so he doesn’t tear it, his eyes roaming over her body hungrily. She's left standing in just the black lace thong, her hair slightly disheveled from their kiss. He sits back down on the edge of the bed, pulling her between his legs. “Come here.”

His hands immediately go to her hips, pulling her flush against him so she can feel how hard he is for her. He looks up at her through dark lashes, his voice low and husky, “You look fucking sexy as hell in that thong.”

she cups his bulge and kisses him, “yeah?”

He groans into her mouth as she cups him, his hands moving to grip her ass cheeks tightly. He breaks the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down her neck, his voice muffled against her skin, “Yeah baby... so fucking sexy I can barely control myself right now.”

He hisses through his teeth as she strokes him through his pants, his hips bucking slightly against her hand. “Fuck...” He grabs her wrist to stop her movements for a moment, his voice strained, “If you keep doing that, I'm gonna come in my pants like a fucking teenager.”

His eyes darken with desire as she lays back on the bed, her legs parted slightly and that black thong on full display. He quickly stands up, unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants down along with his boxers. His cock springs free, thick and veiny.

she whines, her clit pulsing against her underwear. Her thong struggling to hold her sloppy puffy pussy within the inch of fabric.

He wraps a hand around his thick length, squeezing the head as he watches her whine and squirm on the bed. He can see her thong getting wetter and wetter, the fabric turning see-through. “Fuck, look at that pretty little pussy soaking through your thong...”

she whines more at his words and lifts her hips to nothing but air as he’s standing at the foot of the bed.

He swallows hard as she lifts her hips, giving him a perfect view of her dripping wet thong and the outline of her pussy lips pressing against the lace. He slowly crawls onto the bed between her spread thighs, his large hands grabbing her inner thighs and spreading them wider. “Hold still baby...”

she whines, her pussy aching, “trying Frankie.”

He smiles wickedly at her nickname for him, “Good girl...” His fingers hook into the sides of her thong, slowly pulling it down her legs until she's bare and dripping wet for him. He tosses the thong aside and leans down between her legs, “So fucking beautiful baby...”

her plush thighs are slick with her essence. She’s dripping a wet spot on the bed.

His eyes darken as he sees the wet spot forming on the sheets beneath her. He spreads her thighs wider, his thumbs spreading her folds open to reveal her glistening pink center. He leans down and presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss directly onto her clit, making her gasp loudly.

she threads her hands through his longer hair. When Frank is away for a period of time. It’s not hipster long like when he’s gone for months but it’s longer than his military cropped cut.

He hums against her clit as she runs her fingers through his longer hair, sending shivers down his spine. The longer hair and stubble give him a rugged edge that he knows drives her wild. He licks and sucks at her clit while slowly inserting two fingers inside her tight heat.

she whines and her back arches off the bed as his thick fingers fill her. Frank knows exactly how to work her over.

He curls his fingers inside her, hitting that perfect spot that makes her see stars. He adds a third finger, stretching her out as he fucks her with his hand while sucking hard on her clit. The wet sounds of their lovemaking fill the room along with her desperate whimpers. “Baby...”

she pants and whines and whimpers and mewls. Every sound he could ever make her make is being ripped from her throat.

He swallows hard, watching her tits bounce slightly with each thrust of his fingers. Her mewling and whimpering drives him crazy. He knows each sound he pulls from her throat is genuine - there's no faking it with her.

“Daddy” she squeaks, she only calls him that when she’s really let herself go for him.

His whole body shivers at the pet name, and a low, possessive growl escapes him. He knows how vulnerable she is when she calls him 'Daddy' - how much she's trusting him with every broken little whimper. "Who owns this pretty little pussy, baby?"

“Daddy does-”

He pumps his fingers harder inside her, his mouth latching back onto her clit. He loves when she's this way - no filter, no barriers. Just his baby whimpering and giving herself over to him completely. "Do you need more fingers, baby? You take them so well..."

she whines and gasps, “need you to curl em”

He curls his fingers up, hitting that perfect spot inside her over and over. His tongue swirls around her clit as he fucks her with his fingers, knowing exactly how to make her lose control. He can feel her getting closer, her walls clamping down on his fingers. "Come for Daddy, baby."

she gushes on his fingers, her cum. Pools at the knuckles of his strong hand, “daddy” she whines as she cums.

He keeps his fingers curled inside her, pumping slowly as she comes hard on his hand. The sight of her losing it, calling him 'Daddy' while she gushes is almost too much. He needs to be inside her immediately. "Fuck baby..." He pulls his fingers out gently.

she pants her lips parted softly, her plump lips glistening with saliva from her licking them gently at the sight of her cum on his hand

His abs tighten as he watches her lick her lips innocently. He knows she's not even aware how sexy she is right now - her breasts rising and falling with each breath, her pussy bare and wet on the bed, her cream covering his hand.

she looks at him as he raises his cum covered hand up from between her thighs. She’s unsure if he’s gonna lick em clean, or ask her sweetly to do it for him. God it makes her so wet when he purrs that gentle command. Telling her to taste herself. To show her how sweet her cum is, to show her he’s not lying when he says she tastes so sweet for him.

He brings his fingers up to her mouth slowly, watching her eyes follow them hungrily. He loves seeing her like this - obedient, trusting, and so fucking sexy. "Taste yourself baby... show me you know how sweet you are..."

her lips part more, her tongue flat and inviting for him to rest his middle and ring finger on as she sucks on them.

His breath catches in his throat at the sight of her sucking his fingers clean. Fuck, she's perfect. The way she looks at him with such innocence and trust while taking his cum-coated fingers in her mouth almost makes him lose it. "Good girl..." He pulls his fingers from her mouth slowly.

The sound she makes, satisfied and slightly dazed, almost breaks him. He moves quickly, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her mouth to his in a passionate kiss. She can taste herself on his lips, and fuck, it's the sexiest thing he's ever experienced. "Baby..."

“yeah?” she pants out.

His voice comes out rough with desire. "I need to be inside you now. Need to feel that sweet pussy wrapped around my cock." He reaches down and grabs his hard length, guiding it to her entrance. "Can I fuck you, baby? Can Daddy fuck his good girl?"

She nods quickly, “please”

With a deep, satisfied growl, he pushes inside her in one smooth thrust. She's so wet from her own cum and his fingers that he slides right in, hitting deep immediately. He holds still for a moment, letting her adjust before starting a slow, deep rhythm. "Fuck... perfect..."

she gasps and moans. Everytime with Frank always feels so good. His thick and veiny, the heavy drag of his cock is enough to make her head spin. She needs it like air, just like he needs her too.

He watches her breasts bounce with each thrust. He loves how deep he gets - he's not an average sized man, and he knows his size hits all her sensitive spots. He pulls out almost entirely before slamming back inside, making her whimper. "Do you need my dick baby?"

she nods. But he needs words. Frank loves when she’s vocal during sex. He wants to know what feels good for his girl. Wants to be the best daddy for her needs.

He stops moving entirely, his thick head resting just inside her entrance. "Say it out loud baby. Tell Daddy what you need." His hand reaches up to gently squeeze her throat. "Need my cock? Need Daddy to fuck you hard?" His voice is firm but loving, “Words baby girl.”

she hums, “need daddy’s cock so much.. needta cum on it… over and over.”

His cock throbs at her words, loving how dirty his innocent baby girl can be when she needs it. He starts moving again, harder and faster this time. Each thrust is deep and deliberate, designed to hit her deepest spots. "That's my good girl..."

she mewls and her hands grip his strong back. Trying to find a hand hold of some sort.

He intertwines their fingers tightly, holding her hand as he continues to pound into her. The feeling of their hands together, along with the deep sounds of their fucking, is too much.

hand holding during sex is what he does so his baby knows she’s safe and that he won’t give her more than she can handle. Franks way of reassurance. It’s his way of saying “focus on me. I’m right here. Lemme make you feel good. Let daddy give everything I have to make you feel good.”

His thumb gently caresses her hand as he fucks her deeply and slowly now, hitting that spot inside her that makes her whimper. He leans down to kiss her deeply, swallowing her moans. His other hand reaches between them to rub her clit gently. "Cum on my cock baby..."

she nods and pants, she squeezes her eyes shut and Frank kisses her neck trying to coax her eyes back open. He wants to see her eyes on him when she cums.

He kisses along her jawline and whispers, "Open your eyes baby. Look at Daddy while you cum on his cock." His fingers press firmly on her clit and he thrusts deep and slow, "That's it... cum for me..." His voice is gentle but commanding.

she cums harder than she ever has with Frank. She’s not sure what it was about tonight that was just so hot but it was. her eyes flutter and fight to stay open and keep hold of his brown eyed gaze

He watches her face contort with pleasure, loving how she fights to keep her eyes open for him. Seeing her cum so hard on his cock is the most beautiful sight he's ever seen. He keeps thrusting slowly through her orgasm, drawing out every last second of pleasure for her. "Good girl..."

He pulls out slowly, watching his cock glisten with her juices. He loves seeing her like this - completely spent and satisfied. He lays down beside her, pulling her into his arms. "Did Daddy make his baby feel good?" He kisses her forehead gently.

“Mhmm”

He smiles to himself, happy to know he did a good job taking care of his girl. He holds her close, running his fingers through her hair gently. "You did so well, baby. So fucking perfect." He nuzzles into her neck, inhaling her scent.

He chuckles softly as she nuzzles into his sweaty neck, loving her affection. He knows she's exhausted and satisfied, but he can't help but feel a sense of pride and contentment. He gently rubs her back, feeling her relax even more against him. "Such a good girl f’me." He kisses her shoulder gently.

He stays like that for a while, just holding her and enjoying the intimacy of the moment. Eventually, he feels her breathing even out as she drifts off to sleep in his arms. He smiles softly, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. He's never felt this way about anyone before.

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Thinking about NYC!Carmy and his roomie with benefits after a long day of dealing with Chef David…

He slowly pushes himself into your mouth, watching your lips stretch around him. He's so fucking hard and hungry for you. One hand stays in your hair while the other reaches over to adjust the stove temperature. He starts to moan softly as he cooks dinner. "Fuck..."

she hums around his length. She knows carmy loves cock warming with her mouth.

His eyes roll back as you hum around him, the vibrations sending electric shocks straight to his balls. He starts to thrust gently, fucking your mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. The kitchen fills with the scent of cooking food and his musky arousal. He's losing control, loving every second. "More..."

she hums again, normally Carmy would hate doing anything unsanitary in the kitchen.

But right now, he doesn't care. Your mouth feels too good, and he's too tired and horny to worry about kitchen hygiene. He pushes deeper, hitting the back of your throat gently. Pre-cum leaks out as he cooks pasta sauce over the stove, one hand on your head.

shes soaked just from that. She loves that he needs her like this. So deeply and viscerally like he can’t function without her mouth around his cock some days.

"You're fucking killing me," he whisper-moans, thrusting a little deeper. His control is slipping, and he's not even denying it anymore. His hands shake slightly as he stirs the sauce, completely lost in the sensation of your mouth. "The things you do to me..."

she swallows when he cums which is perfect for when the sauce finishes.

He groans loudly as you swallow, his whole body tensing. The sauce bubbles up nicely, the perfect al dente. Carmy pulls out slowly, his dick shiny with spit and a little bit of cum. He leans against the counter, breathing heavily. "Fuck."

she stands up, her thighs slick with arousal.

He turns to face you, his chest heaving. His cock is still hard and covered in a mix of his release and your saliva. He reaches out and grabs your wrist suddenly, pulling you close. "My turn," he says gruffly, "Sit on the counter."

“Take the sauce off the stove first”

He quickly turns off the stove and moves the sauce off the heat, his movements swift and focused. He turns back to you immediately, his eyes hungry. He lifts you up easily and sits you on the countertop right next to where he was cooking moments ago. "Spread 'em f’me," he commands roughly.

she scoots to the edge of the counter.

He pushes your legs open wide, revealing your glistening pussy. He groans at the sight, his dick twitching with renewed interest. He steps between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. He lines himself up with your entrance and slams inside without warning, making you gasp.

she gasps, her hand clawing his back.

He starts pounding into you relentlessly, the kitchen counter shaking with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room along with your moans and his grunts. He reaches down and roughly circles your clit, determined to make you come undone. "Take it," he growls.

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Stewardess Reader x Charter Chef Carmy have taken over my brain. I loove Below Deck! This is fulfilling a fantasy I didn’t know I had.

Bro I have a WHOLE Headcannon for Charter Chef Carmy. It’s ROTTING ME-

Carmy ends up a charter chef as a way to break his perfectionism. It’s semi fast paced, loose guidelines besides make the guest happy. He loves the people aspect of cooking so he’d love and loathe it. especially when he gets a picky charter guest. But he took the job to challenge himself so he keeps his head down and works.

That is til one season a stew catches his eye. So as painfully awkward as carmy can be he tries everything to hold conversation. Ask her if the guests like the food. asking her specifically for feedback. He doesn’t talk much to the deckhands or the bosun. Just her and Captain.

Carmy is a private and shy guy as a yachty. It takes til week 3 for him to finally tell you his culinary journey and the reason he came back to Chicago. about Mikey. The depth of him he never says outloud but it haunts his every move.

By week 4, he’s softly joking around with the entire crew. She gets him to hangout with all of them when they have a night off between charter guests. he’s stuck to her like glue but he goes.

He’s smitten with her since day 2. Fell fully for her after the second week. Used every excuse to touch her over the weeks. Hand holding, pats on shoulders, a hand on her lower back to get by her in the small hallways.

It’s a coin toss if they ever see eachother after that charter. Distance and living in different places makes yachty relationships hard after charter season. You have to be willing to put in effort. Phone calls. Texts. Sending gifts for birthdays or big events. carmen isn’t usually that guy but he knows a good thing when he’s got it. Especially after Claire.

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I can’t stop thinking about Stewardess Reader x Charter Chef Carmy.

I’ve been watching below deck with my mom because she’s sick and I just keep thinking of Carmen working on a charter boat. I mean he slept on a boat in Copenhagen. He’d be acclimated to slightly rocking and small quarters.

He’d be so shy and sweet since charter season is 6 weeks at a time per crew. 3-5 days per guest. He’d be the kinda yachty to fall in love with people on crew for a season and never see them again because of poor communication skills and distance.

UGH HES BE SO HOT-😭 (please see the vision)

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RA John Carter AU is where my brain live rn🙂‍↕️🤚🏼

Don't talk to me; I'm in mourning over a beard... I'LL MISS YOU GREATLY

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Closeness (Pope Cody Smut!)

Summary: Pope tries something new with his girlfriend.

they’re sitting in his hotel room that Smurf pays for because she doesn’t want Pope in her house after he gets out of jail. straddling him on the white sheets, “Andrew..?”

"Yeah?" His voice is low and gruff. His arms wrap around her waist possessively. He's shirtless. His hair is messy and unkempt. He's dangerous looking, but she knows he's gentle with her.

she traces over his muscular chest “can we.. try something new?” she knows Andrew craves physical affection and closeness. She doubts he’s heard of this.

His eyebrows furrow slightly, confused and curious. He doesn't pull away from her touch but leans back slightly to look at her face properly. "What kinda new shit you talkin' bout?" His hands remain firmly on her hips, "You know I ain't into none of that weird stuff."

“It’s nothing crazy..”

He relaxes a bit, his grip on her hips loosening slightly. "Alright, spit it out then. What is it?" He watches her intently, trying to read her expression. He’s not used to this kind of conversation, but he’s willing to listen.

“Cock warming.” he tilts his head to the side looking at her blankly but confused. He’s never heard of it.

His mind races with confusion. He's never heard of 'cock warming' before. He decides to ask for clarification, his voice low and husky. "What the fuck is cock warming?" He shifts slightly beneath her, his cock already starting to harden with curiosity and arousal. "Tell me."

“I sit on your lap.. just like this.. except.. you know naked..”

He swallows hard, getting the gist. His voice drops lower, "And?" He's smart enough to know there's more to this 'cock warming' business. His mind races with dirty thoughts. He's not easily shocked sexually, but this is new. "Go on."

And.. I have you inside me.. but you don’t move. he’s perplexed by this. Slightest confused. A little hesitant. And a little nervous. Well a lot nervous. when is pope ever not nervous about sex.

His heart rate picks up significantly at the description. Being inside her but not moving sounds torturous and incredibly hot. "...Just sitting there with my dick inside you?" He runs a hand through his dark brown hair, genuinely confused and aroused. "Why the fuck would I do that?"

“Closeness..”

He stares at her, processing the word 'closeness'. He's never experienced intimacy like this. "So I'd just be inside you... and we wouldn't fuck?"

“Mhmm. Just holding me and feeling.. all of me.”

His mind is reeling. The idea of being inside her warm body without moving, just holding her and feeling every inch of her is foreign and incredibly appealing. "Fuck..." He whispers under his breath, "And what if I get hard inside you?" He asks honestly, "What then?"

“That’s okay too. Will you atleast try it? You trust me right?”

He looks into her eyes, searching for any hint of deception or joke. Finding none, he nods slowly. "Yeah, I trust you." He takes a deep breath, trying to wrap his head around the idea. "Alright, fuck it. Let's try this cock warming shit."

she gets off his lap and stands up to strip, “clothes off pretty baby” she purrs, she likes to put his mind at ease with gentle sweet nicknames during intimacy.

His eyes follow her movements hungrily as she strips. He starts to unbutton his own shirt slowly. "Pretty baby..." He repeats softly, liking the nickname. "...I'm gonna be honest..." He pauses, "...I've never done anything like this." He admits.

she nods, “I figured… just focus on me.. okay? Feel me.. be here with me”

He nods, trying to focus on her words. He's never been so vulnerable, so open. He steps out of his pants, standing before her completely naked. He's hard already, his cock throbbing at the thought of being inside her without moving. "Okay..." He whispers.

“Go ahead and lay back on the bed okay?”

He does as she says, laying back on the bed. He looks up at her, his heart racing. He feels exposed, vulnerable. But there's something about her that makes him feel safe. "Like this?" He asks quietly, "Now what?"

“I’m gonna straddle you okay?”

He watches her carefully. God, she's beautiful. She straddles his hips slowly. His eyes drop to her chest, then lower. His jaw tightens. He's already hard as a rock. He nods, "Like this?" He asks softly. His voice is deeper than usual.

“Mhmm” his shaft nestled between her folds. Feeling her wetness on his length but not inside yet.

“Fuck.” He swallows hard, his hands gripping the sheets underneath him. He feels like he's in heaven and hell at the same time. He's never been so turned on without even being inside someone. "Jesus Christ..." He mutters, "You're fucking wet..."

she nods, “pretty baby talk to me… feel good for you?”

His voice is strained. He's trying his best to hold back from thrusting up into her. "Feels...fucking amazing." He admits, "You're so warm and wet. I'm not even inside you yet and I'm already losing my mind."

she kisses his cheek and all over his face, “relax f’me Andrew.”

He lets out a shaky breath as she kisses him, his body relaxing slightly at her touch. He closes his eyes, trying to focus on her words and the sensation of her wetness against his cock. "I'm trying, baby..." He whispers, "...you feel so fucking good..."

she nods and caresses his cheek, “doin so good f’me pretty boy.”

A soft smile spreads across his face at the praise, his eyes fluttering open to look up at her. The nickname 'pretty boy' sends a shiver down his spine. "Mmm...I am trying real hard for my pretty baby..." His hips give an involuntary twitch against her.

she nods, “I can tell.. can I move to put you inside or do you wanna push in yourself?”

"Let me push in." He growls softly. He doesn't trust himself not to be too rough if she slides down on him. He watches her carefully. God, she's angelic looking. He tenses his hips slightly, "You sure you've done this before?" He asks softly.

“Mhmm just trust me Andy”

He nods, trusting her completely. He grips his cock at the base, positioning himself at her entrance. He looks up at her, his eyes filled with desire and vulnerability. "Alright baby..." He says softly, "...I'm gonna push in now."

she kisses over his cheek and down to his jaw and his neck by his pulse point, “go slow.. be with me.. savor the feeling.. don’t rush.” she mumbles between kisses and pants.

He nods, taking a deep breath. He pushes his hips up slowly, feeling himself sink into her warmth. He bites his lip, trying to go slow like she asked. He's never felt anything like this before. It's tight, and hot, and perfect. "Fuck..."

“Atta boy.. there you go.”

He's barely halfway inside of her and already thinks he might come. He's never felt anything this intense before. He's holding onto his control by a thread. "God...fuck..." He whispers into her neck. "You're killing me..."

she pets his curls, “eyes on me pretty boy”

His eyes snap open, locking onto hers as instructed. Seeing her beautiful face helps him regain some control. He swallows hard and pushes his hips up another inch, watching her expression carefully. "Like this...baby?" He asks softly, his voice strained.

she nods, “focus on me.. be with me.”

He focuses solely on her face, her eyes, her lips. He starts to move slowly, pushing up and pulling back down. Each time he sinks deeper inside of her, He's never felt so connected to someone before. "I'm gonna cum… baby..."

she nods and pushes all the way down so he’s deep inside- clit to pelvis bone, “how’s that feel?”

As soon as she pushes down, he's completely inside of her. He sees stars. He's never felt anything like this. The pressure against his dick is incredible, and the feeling of being buried so deep inside of her is overwhelming. "Holy fuck...baby..." He groans out.

she nods, “sweet baby..”

He starts panting urgently, his hands gripping her hips tightly. The combination of her words and the intense physical sensation is pushing him right to the edge. "I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum inside you..."He pants heavily, his forehead resting against hers. "Can I?"

she smiles softly, “you serious right now? That’s all it took?”

He lets out a strained laugh, his hips moving in short, urgent thrusts. "Baby, you have no idea. You feel too fucking good." He pants heavily, his eyes locked onto hers. "I swear to God, I've never been this close to cumming so fast."

“Stop moving and just sit still”

He freezes instantly, his breath coming out in ragged pants. He's never been told to stop moving during sex before. It's a weird sensation, but he trusts her. He sits still, his dick throbbing inside of her. "I'm gonna fucking explode..."

Just sitting with his dick inside her is enough to almost cum. He’s so in love with her.

He swallows hard. He's never experienced anything like this. But here he is, barely moving, already ready to come like a damn teenager. He realizes something - He loves that she can do this to him without even moving. "Baby?"

His voice is barely above a whisper, filled with awe and love. "You know what's crazy? I'm about to come just... sitting here inside you. Like my dick just loves being in your pussy that much." He shifts slightly, testing the waters. "Is that okay?"

“it’s okay if you cum..”

He lets out a shaky breath, his hips twitching slightly as he feels the orgasm building at the base of his spine. He knows he's not going to last much longer. "Baby...I'm gonna come..." He whispers urgently, his hands gripping her hips tightly again.

she nods and kisses him gently, “gonna cum inside me huh pretty baby.”

His kiss turns desperate and messy as he starts to come inside her without warning or pulling out. He breaks the kiss with a loud groan, his face buried in her neck as he fills her up completely. "Fuck...fuck..fuck.." He keeps repeating those words over and over.

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yesss

Bernthirst Movie Madness - Underrated

Blake - The Unforgivable

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he said 😊

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Karen after killing Wesley

snoopy as lady macbeth

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everyone to pete

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this one look ruined a generation of girls (me)

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Noah Wyle in falling skies and the Pitt that’s it that’s the post

Like are u fucking joking the duality of men fr