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jon bernthal going "okay mama" in his latest insta reel GAGGHAHSGDGWGSDGEGGWGS im going insane.

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black/brown reader in mind, 18+

frank "take it, baby, i know you can." castle

frank "fuuuuck, that's it. ride me like that." castle

frank "don't cry, princess. i know it's big." castle

frank "don't you fucking dare stop looking at me." castle

frank "just one more, baby. c'mon, give me one more." castle

frank "look up, watch yourself get fucked." castle

frank "lay back, please? had a long night." castle

okay im done cuz i could do this all day

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PSA: MY BLOG IS FOR THE BLACK AND BROWN READERS ONLY!

DASSIT, BYE!

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i love seeing that little purple [mutuals] after a noti it brings me joy

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18+ content under the cut, minors and ageless blogs dni

huunni drops ↪frank castle 🙀 eating drabble because i can't sleep. that's really it. lowkey kinda shitty bc im still getting back into writing but expect more actor or character stuff in the future. tom hardy, jake gyllenhaal, hugh jackman, etc.

frank castle x brown!fem!reader

it was a joke. a stupid slip of the tongue that you didn't have a second thought about until now. frank and you were sitting in your apartment, on the couch, frank, letting you curl up in between his legs, occasionally sitting up to mess with him. then a sex scene came on in the show you two were watching. the average aggressive clattering left both of you silently rolling your eyes and holding back cringes as the female lead made an extremely un-sexy remark about sitting on her boyfriend's face. more specifically, on his nose.

"his nose is so small, i mean-- i would get it if his nose was big, like yours.. but it just doesn't make sense." frank stopped listening after you said 'yours', blood already rushing to his dick as he imagined how fucking hot it would be for you to sit on his nose, practically suffocating him while he sucked on your pretty clit. surely he couldn't leave that fantasy in the back of his head, right?

"mm-mmn. stop fuckin' running. you're not goin- shit, you're not goin' anywhere, baby. you asked for this." frank reprimands you from below, fixing you hips back down on his face. you tried to reason with him through broken up moans of his name and other incomprehensible noises. you could hurt him, you could be too heavy, he could die.

for all frank castle stood for, hand on his heart, dying right in this moment would make him the happiest man alive. smothered in between your beautiful brown thighs and sucking on your pussy while you moan with no conviction, no shame. you could cover your mouth or push yourself off him if you really tried, but you couldn't, because your mind was being turned into mush by the way frank moved his tongue on you.

you can feel that buzzing deep in your stomach starts to heat up, and your breath becomes short. all you can grasp onto is frank's bulging forearms, wrapped around your thighs, keeping them up by his ears. "ohhh shit, oh fuck, fuck me, fuuuuck me, frank, oh my god, fuck.."

atta girl, he wants to say. keep on cummin, all over my face. don't you worry, i've got you. say my name just like that. but instead, he hums into your clit, short mhm-mhm sounds that start to sound more like moans. they are moans. frank lays flat after a few moments, not daring to move you until you move yourself save for the fact that he literally cannot breathe. he doesn't care, he's a marine, after all. he's trained for this type of shit.

when you do move however, you come to the bizarre realization that frank just came, untouched, just from eating your pussy. you almost wanna tease, but he's already climbing on top of you, kissing up your neck and face. "now.. let's try that position you mentioned last week. the one up on the wall."

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to the three ppl who saw that accidental post i laid on my phone don't say a WORD

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happy pride you fucking queers!

I think all my moots should kiss (me) on the mouth!

long live black queerness! long live black lesbianism!

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This was burning a whole in my head for a bit because i genuinely type so slow when I'm high

I love being high its like phasing through stages of consciousness

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I love being high its like phasing through stages of consciousness

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As a hispanic girl im literally in LOVE with your work, seeing you describe the readers skin as “brown” is so refreshing💗 love LOVE LOVE

AAAAHHHH TYTYTYYY!!! im even planning on writing for jake soon so watch out fa that 😵‍💫🎀

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i apologize for the person I'm going to become when this drops

fic is nearly done, ive kept my layout the same for 3 months without changing, AND im freed from the shackles of writers block, we are so back

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breaking simon into calling you mommy.

no fucking way, princess. he laughs and shakes his head like you just told him the funniest joke on Earth. no chance, never.

simon can't even believe you would ask him such a thing. him call you mommy? have you gone mad? why in the world would he ever do that? simon had a hard enough time submitting to you as is. now you throw this into play? you must want him to tie you up and show you who runs shit around here. (it's you.)

c'mon, babyyy. you lament, leaning in and letting your dark brown nipples rub against his. up and down, still wet from simon sucking on them earlier. just one time, c'mon. say it.

simon was coming up on his third nut in the last thirty minutes, and he was starting to lose himself. your hips were moving the same pace they were when you started, maybe faster since your pussy was creaming like a faucet. no, no..im not gonna-- fuck me.. not gonna say it.

he's not. nothing can crack that wall down. he won't. his mind is made up. you clench around him in retaliation, but the tightness adds to his overstimulating pleasure and makes him drop his hands to the sheets, gripping them with a force that would have stopped you in your tracks, must be why he moved.

fuck, mm-mommy. it comes out completely unplanned, unrecognized and unintentionally. simon can't look you in the eye, just gripping your hips again and watching you grind back and forth just a bit.

what's that, si? he shakes his head, closing his eyes and throwing his his head against the headboard. simon bites his lip and whimpers, simon riley, the 6 foot 200 something pound tank of a man whimpers at the feeling of your pussy gripping him.

mommy. i said-- i called you mommy. he reiterates, moving you up and down on his cock and watching it like it would disappear if he looked away. fuck you. fucking hate you-- fuck! simon's cum started spurting up into you and he was seeing white. his balls felt like they were cramping, tightening and releasing too quickly, too harshly, he swears for a second he's gonna pass out.

before you can quip, his fingers are wrapped around your throat and squeezing. not a word. he damn near whines. he's trying to sound all manly and deep voiced, you can tell, but his voice nearly cracked at how tight you are around him, and how fucking sensitive he is. not a fucking word, i swear.

maybe not now, but this will definitely be brought back up (especially when he starts to get a thing for fucking you while you're knocked up.)

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i just want a big strong man to fuck me until im nonverbal </3 IS THAT TOO MUCH FOR ME TO ASKKKK UGHH

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SUN AND WATER; SO INTIMATE.

dad'sbestfriend! james mcavoy x brown!fem!reader

🍯 hunni pot — oh. my. god. for context i was speaking to a friend recently about split (2016) and she tried to convince me it wasn't real because she'd never heard of it and she's a movie junkie.. long story short we rewatched it and i don't remember james mcavoy being THAT hot?? like i remember him being hot but damn. anyways enjoy my rambling as i freak out over dilfs on the main. im back hoes. reader is like early 20s and james is his age and divorced

hot summer days were the best thing for you. the sun warming you and giving you dark tan lines that highlighted you stretch marks that little bit more. looking through your aptly packed suitcase, you huffed at the idea of not being able to buy a new bikini. granted, you were only here for two weeks of your summer break, and you did have four in total, but you could never have too many, right? you settled on your blue two-piece, throwing a tank top and a baby skirt over it just to prevent your ass from being completely out as you walked down to the waterfall/lake a little ways from the summer house.

you decided to tan before getting in the water, the peaceful current giving you the perfect opportunity to relax and lay around. laying on your towel under the beating sun, you slid you bottoms down over the dips in your hips, a little crack show for the birds and bees.

maybe ten minutes go by, and you turn over to face the sky. sitting here baking with a blunt would be amazing, and you make a mental note to roll one next time you come down here. slipping your top down a little, then a lot, then just taking it off and letting it all hang out was a wise decision, the sun shining on your bare dark nipples and a tickle moving it's way in between your thighs as you reel in the feeling. another ten-ish minutes and you're dozing, barely keeping your eyes open as you listen to the water flow just a few feet from you. you stop trying after a bit, rolling into the sensuality of sleeping half-naked with nature.

until you feel a shirt laying over your midriff.

and feel mr. james trying to shake you awake. fuuuuck.

his eyes are (reasonably) diverted from you. james couldn't help but feel like a perverted high schooler, awkwardly kneeling so his best friends daughter didn't have to see the far too obvious boner she was giving him right now. james had kids of his own, he'd seen nipples and pantylines before, so why did he feel so.. different?

as you woke up and hoped to God Almighty that that the Earth would just swallow you while right there, mr. james gave you that we don't have to talk about it look that he'd given you many times. you just nodded as he turned away, flicking his belt and removing his shorts to reveal his trunks. it could've been your hazy brain. it could've been the angle since you were still tying your top. it could've been the lighting of the Sun, for God's sake, but you swear that mr. james' trunks were outlining his cock, the fabric tightening around his thighs. but you didn't have time to see it because he quickly plunged into the water, using his big arms to move himself under the waterfall, cascading down his hair and chest. (im a dirty pervert. omg that gif is going to the wank bank)

you sat on a smooth rock, right in the middle of the lazy lake. it was low, allowing the water to kiss your feet and the Sun to rub your back. watching as mr. james blatantly circled you, like an animal. he came to a stop in front of you, just watching you before speaking. "it's a cute top, y'know. dunno why you'd wanna ditch it." he shrugs, laughing as your attempt at splashing him ended with you nearly falling off the rock and him being no more wet than he already was.

you two got out after a bit, talking about life and how school was going and whatever could come to mind. mr. james's eyes never left you once, meanwhile you were avoiding his eyes like the plague. too busy watching his chiseled stomach flex every time he laughs, or shifts, or just fucking sits there.

"m'eyes are up here, lassie. what's with the pervin'?" he asks, lifting your chin with two fingers. you open your mouth, but words are failing you and by God you can't speak your mind. what would he think of you?

"i wanna fuck you."

oh.

"oh?" shit. what the fuck is wrong with you?

the answer to that question would have to wait for another time, because mr. james wasted no time scooting closer to you on the towel, lifting you up over his lap and lettin you sink down on his swim trunks, the cold fabric making you roll your hips. james could only grunt, resting his hand on your ass to push you a bit more forward, his hard-on twitching right against your clit.

"who've thought you as such a fuggin minx.." he groans, his lips connecting with yours twice, then a third time before you could feel his fingers slipping past your bottoms, groaning into your mouth as he feels your pussy for the first time. no matter how many times he'd dreamed about this, rubbed his cock to the idea of pleasuring you, he couldn't have dreamed this up in a hundred fucking years. but God, was he loving it.

slipping his cock out from his shorts, he watched as you let your manicured hand slip around him. james couldn't believe his fucking eyes, if he hadn't waited so long for this, he'd have cum just by the look in your eyes. sinking down, you rest your hands on his chest, feeling his trembling breath. you don't even have to tell him how much you love it, your pussy does all the work for you. the wet noises that start to come out of you spare no expense at letting james know what a good job he's doing at fucking you from below.

mr. james, ohhhfuuck.. you could barely contain yourself, he was fucking you with something to prove. the plap! plap! noise against the water falling in the background was heaven.

"drop that mr., darling. you know we aren't being very-- ugh, fuck me.. formal right now." he chuckles, continuing to fuck up into you while adding his fingers in the mix, rubbing your clit in deliberate, wet circles. cumming, oh fuck..!

and cumming you were. the Sun was beaming on your face, you were being fucked like a whore in the most intimate setting in all the Earth, and you were cumming, hard. james pants as he fucks you through your orgasm, letting you go limp on his shoulder. "wet as the water you are, darling." he chuckles, reeling in the way you clench around his cock completely involuntarily. a beat goes by as he rests his hands on your waist.

"you've ever been skinny dipping?" it was going to be a looooong night.

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started a draft and they already have it under review UUUUYGGGHHH

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unfortunately i am a dope fiend and i will smoke to get to the function

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simon eating you out while you blow smoke in his face.

smut. ⤵

whether you've had the worst or best day ever, simon is ready with a fat roll with ur name on it. perfer pens/carts? great, he just got u a new pink one that'll take you to the moon and back. more of a bong girl, he's gotchu. bowl neatly packed with no crumbs fallin out when u spark up.

while yall are passing back and forth, the weed does what it does.. fucks you up. not even ten minutes later, you're guiding simon's hand down to feel your pussy and she is..gushing. simon can't believe it either, asks you if you pissed yourself. fuck you, nigga..eat my pussy.

and of course, simon, like the good boy he is, does what he's told. lazily sucking on ur clit like its a pacifier with those fucking eyes looking up over the pudge of your stomach, a little red and reeeaaall low. he rubs his cock to the bed, groaning into you as he goes completely non-verbal. no dirty talk, no cussing, just simon eatin' your pussy like hes trying to take your soul. which he probably is, by the way.

nuttin' on simon's mouth feels ten times better when you're higher than heaven, ur weed discarded as you grip your sheets, throwing your head back witch a choked moan stuck in your throat as your entire body throbs.