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newest writing:

feel better; blow off steam! (daryl dixon, rick grimes)

the pitt drabbles (masterlist)

a firm hand (dbf!jack, sequel to mr. abbot)

overcompensating (alpha!jack abbot)

mr. abbot (dadbf!robby, brobf!frank, dbf!jack)

a bid for attention (jack abbot, michael robinavitch)

new limits (michael robinavitch, frank langdon, dennis whitaker)

masterlist

18+ mdni cw light cnc? UUUGGGHHH need. neeeeed. im such a sucker for cockwarming and head-in-lap blowjobs so this really does it for me

you've been crabby all day and running your mouth and earning low reprimands n threats n sharp little warning smacks on your ass....

once evening rolls around robby thinks he finally has you settled-- you're snuggled up beside him on the couch while he scrolls on his phone with your favorite show on the TV-- but there is a strong emphasis on thinks. he is quickly proven wrong when some random background character gets a speaking line and you say, "she's so pretty."

it's clear in the way you say it that it's not just an observation. you're not just speaking aloud, it's very much directed to robby. expecting a response. robby glances up from his phone and offers a simple "mhm," hoping to placate you, but you're quickly lifting your head from the crook of his shoulder and shooting him a look

"what does that mean?"

robby takes a breath through his nose and his eyes flit over to you. it's written plainly on his face that he doesn't like where this is going. "It means "sure, honey, whatever you say""

Despite his carefully crafted response you don't miss a beat-- "so you think she's pretty?"

"Not as pretty as you," he lilts, reaching out to pinch your cheek with an appeasing smile before it falls away and his voice flattens, "so drop it."

"But she is pretty--"

"Stop." He says, shaking his head. "Don't do--"

"I mean, you just agreed." You speak over his warning, face still stubbornly set in a scowl. "You just said she's pretty."

"Hon, you brought it up." He reminds you, his calm voice starting to strain with wavering patience. "And you talk plenty about how hot you think actors are."

"That's different," you snipe back. You know just as well as robby that you're being unreasonable, but you're itching to pick a fight. "You said you don't care when I say that, kind of stuff, but I care, and she doesn't look anything like me." Robby unzips his fly and pulls down his boxers as you go on your bratty tirade "So, what, do you wish I looked more like her--?"

"Shhh," Robby urges. His big hand finds the back of your head and guides you down towards where his other hand is stroking himself to hardness. "C'mere." He guides his tip towards your lips. "Don't--" he grits out when you stiffen your neck in resistance and stubbornly seal your lips tight. "Open, baby. C'mon."

Your eyes flit up to shoot him a mean glare. He raises a brow. You open your mouth to speak-- "You said sh--"

Robby seizes the opportunity to push his cock past your parted lips, shushing you again. He groans softly at the wet heat of your mouth, then nods when you seal your lips around his head, suckling gently. "Attagirl. That's right, you know what to do."

Robby pets your hair while what is, at this point, almost pure instinct kicks in. Your lashes flutter subtly, the familiar weight of his cock on your tongue making your heartrate slow and your irritation fade into the background. Your brain practically starts pooling out of your ears.

“You wanna cum, doll face?” He croons, low and condescending. He smirks when you nod. “Gonna have to beg, then. Go on.”

Your eyes harden and your lips form a straight line. “No.” 

“No?” His cock throbs inside you and his smirk only widens. His voice lightens as he patronizes “Come on, baby. It’s easy. Just gotta say “please, sir.” That’s all.” 

You stay silent, continuing to glare at him. He lets out a breathless chuckle. His hips slow from deep, steady thrusts to a shallow rocking motion. You whine at the loss, your own hips lifting to chase the feeling. Frank lets out another chuckle.

“Look at that. That’s cute.” His eyes flit from where your pelvis grinds against his back up to your face. “You can rock your hips all you want, baby, I know it’s not hitting the right spot.” 

“Fuck you,” you spit.

“Oooh,” he drawls, faux impressed. “So close, dolly. It’s ‘please, sir,’ remember? Think you can say that for me?”

Frank snaps his hips harder, once, a clear taunt, and your brows furrow at the jolt of pleasure. A soft whine escapes you— not quite a syllable— you just barely manage to swallow it down.

“P—“ he mocks in the same pitch as your pathetic sound, mirroring your expression, urging you to speak with another snap of his hips, “Please—“

“Please, sir!” You finally gasp out. Frank’s grin turns deadly. 

not rude at all bby thank you for asking kindly!! i'll try to, honestly i kinda didnt bc a lot of the time the line between d/s smut and true dadbf! stuff gets kinda blurry (like sometimes the dynamic i write isnt all that different from typical d/s even if someone SAYS dadbf! whoever, or sometimes what i write is kinda that dynamic even tho it isnt explicitly asked for/stated, y'know?)

but i can definitely try to use my best judgement to help filter out some of the more egregious stuff :3

but i do love both franks!! and you and sof write both guys so well <33

not rlly a spoiler but mention of a scene in the movie!!

The scene with Peter on his car.... yeah... Had to PEEL myself from that seat...

18+ mdni “quit your whimpering” BRRRRRRR I WAS LITERALLY BITING MY LIP!!! when i was talking about how hot frank was after the movie i did the like knuckle bite thing and my friend said “i literally looked over at a few points and you were doing that as you watched” like i was DIALED IN

also the scene where he’s telling peter he’ll protect mj… “she’ll be okay. i’ll see to it.” UUGGGHHHH him being so gruff n protective gets me.

speaking of protective frank… thinking about brat!reader trying to convince him to take you along w him, not to actually fight anyone but maybe to like… buy some weapons? like when you ask where he’s going he responds “got an errand to run.” n when you ask to come with he laughs and shakes his head. “I’m not goin’ to the grocery store, doll.” n he glances at you when you just cross your arms and raise your brows expectantly. “No,” he spells out, “you cannot come.”

You start whining “But you’re never around lately, I never get to see you, you’re so busy—“

N the whole time he’s talking right over you, shaking his head as he stuffs shit in his bag, “Alright—don’t start with this shit— that’s enough— quiet.”

Your jaw clamps shut at his raised voice but you keep your angry glare on him. He grips your face and patronizes. “You’re staying here. This is how I keep you safe.”

and you both know you’re being ridiculous so when you smack his hand away and give him a little shove he just scoffs “Yeaaah, I know. You can be mad at me all you want, little miss.” n he goes right back to packing his bag. “You wanna make me the bad guy? Go right ahead.”

“You’re an asshole.” you gripe, smacking his arm again.

for example; "easy, kid, breathe" when he's fucking you so good you start holding your breath without realizing :((

18+ mdni cw: hyperventilating/breath play SOF I SWEAR YOU READ MY MIND. i swear. like actually kinda scarily so. i was JUST thinking about holding your breath/hyperventilating w frank last night— i think loosely inspired by smth i read on ao3 ages ago??? but omg its so good.

frank fucking you so hard and deep that you end up taking short, shallow breaths. your senses are overwhelmed n your body’s overcompensating for a lack of oxygen and trying desperately to suck in air…

he sees the rapid rise and fall of your chest, your wide eyes, and he pats your cheek softly and urges “easy, kid. breathe.”

“I am—“ you gasp out “trying— I can’t—“

n then his big hand is covering your mouth tight and gripping your nose. your eyes widen further, instinctively panicking despite your trust in the man, and you start squirming

“Stop, stop fuckin’ fighting me,” he grits out, low but calm as he ignores the way your pussy spasms around his cock. “I’m not gonna hurt you. You need to slow down.”

when you relax beneath him he releases your nostrils. “Breathe in, baby.” you start to suck in sharply, and he pinches again. “Slow.” he reminds. he gives you another try, and you slowly inhale through your nose. “Attagirl.” he plugs your nose again, and you start to squirm right away, brain still in overdrive— i need to breathe out, now, so i can get more in— but frank shakes his head. “Hold it. You’re okay.” he moves his palm away from your mouth, just enough to let air pass through. “Breathe out, now. Niiice and slow— there you go.” he nods along as you shakily let out air

“hey, pete, what’s goin’ on?”

“have you heard anything about—“ peter pauses when he hears a muffled whimper over the line “what was that?”

“don’t worry about it.” frank gruffs, fingers hitting the back of your throat as he fixes you with a warning look, though the corners of his mouth threaten to twitch up in a smirk. “have i heard anything about what?”

he listens as peter talks n you still your hips in an attempt to stay quiet but frank covers the speaker and growls “i didn’t tell you to stop.”

once he finally hangs up (“I never heard’a that, kid. Better ask your other superhero buddies.”) he grips your chin, fingers hooked on your lower teeth, and bobbles your head. “Can’t stay quiet for one minute, can you?”

“N-no, sir,” you garble around his fingers, “not when—“

“Not when what?” He rasps, voice lilting higher to mock your whiny tone. “Not when my fat dick’s stuffed in your pussy? Huh?” He bounces his legs, making his cock jostle inside you and cute little grunts escape your throat. “Not when you’re riding me like a bat outta hell?”

“B-both” you stutter out