dadbf!frankcastle , use of word dad , not proofread blurb
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coming home after a long day of the worlds bullshit , having his ear talked off by someone he couldn't bother to remember the name of. but he didn't care. no no he dosent care about anything that isn't his little girl, all soft and pretty and pliant and always so good. so easy and pretty compared to the rest of the world that's it's really not his fault he gets off on something so taboo.
picking your outfits like your doll, your small stature making it easier then hell to move you around whenever and however the wanted really, coddling and cooing you whenever he got the chance. always mentioning how he's "older and wiser" how "his little girl" needs him. and even when you could do it yourself, you let him handle it, let him care for you in every aspect. doe eyes and short skirts, asking him to reach things on the high shelf's, that was nothing. that could have been anyone, but not anyone was his bunny huh?.
He couldn't fuck you any rougher, pounding into you at a rate that made your head spin, drool pool at the corners of your mouth as your face was pushed deeper into the bed, his large, very large frame keeping you still, right there. his angel, so small and pliant and frankly the sounds the wetness of your cunt we're making we're obscene. whines and moans and whimpers that where met with the soft cooing of him. deep rumble of voice pressed against your temple as each stroke drove deep enough to kill any brain cells still working. "atta girl, that's dads baby." too strung out on his cock to fully realize daddy had slipped into dad.
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good morning i just want everyone to know that pope cody is animalistically protective when he fucks you. like teeth gnashing, covering your body in his, grunting.
maybe it’s something he learned in prison; always having to defend his meals from people trying to steal it. but it translates to now, where andrew’s literally draped over you, belly to belly, holding your thighs and squeezing them and quickly surveying his bedroom. nothing-no one on earth could pull him outta you <3
mdni. mooties who've already seen this, feel free 2 ignore pope being a basement-dwelling nerd that smurf keeps under lock and key because he's a pervert pyromaniac. he's chubby, and he wears square glasses, and he's so, so, so horny. 'mom, why can't I ever go outside?' then when he does sneak out, he sees you at the beach in your itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny-yellow-polka-dot-bikini and sits in the sand twenty feet away, rubbing his achy cock through his pants, humming, rocking, and vibrating, so excited that he cums.
your friend tells you there's some guy staring, being creepy, but you think he looks nice, kinda cute, with his flushed face and gnarly little teeth, so you invite him to hangout. he follows you around the pier, and he's awkward, but he's funny, and sweet, and he buys you all snacks and drinks at the snack-bar, carries all your purses and shopping bags, all while smelling your hair when you're not looking and peeking through the changing curtain at the boutique for a glimpse at the wild bush suffocating in your bottoms.
you invite him back to your house for a pool party and you realize the depth of his shyness when he won't get in the water, won't take off his shirt. you sit in his lap and stroke his cheeks, tell him kind things he's never heard while you wiggle his top and jeans off, rub on his pudgy, freckled little belly. you see his thick imprint, now in his boxers, his monstrous thighs and it's the cherry on top, you know that you have to have him.
an hour later he's in your bedroom, glasses knocked half-way off while you push back into his big fat dick, and he's whining, scared, he can’t believe it’s happening, that you’re soo sloppy, your pussy is so creamy, it’s all over his thighs and his balls, and he’s cum three times already, and he can’t hold himself up. he puts all his weight on you, biting you, smelling you, savoring you, humping, humping, humping until he can’t anymore.
also him setting your car on fire when you try to kick him out afterwards, he wants to be your bf now, why can’t be have more pussy?
imagine being butcher’s younger gf and him making you call him daddy ( I need that man he’s so fine afjajjfkaks )
🪼anon
And you know he’d fucking love it.
There was no subtly when it came to his title, ever since he saw your cheeks and the tips of your ears turn bright red when he said “Daddy’s home” he was taking it in stride, to make you squirm and to boost his ego.
He’d come home, finding you lounging on the couch with a welcoming grin on your lips. No time wasted in leaning over you to pepper your face in kisses, feeling the delicious scratch of his beard.
“Mm… ain’t you a sight for sore eyes.” He’d mutter, moving his mouth to suck onto your neck- grinning against it as he hears your breath hitch.
“Missed you, Billy…”
“Nuh uh… not Billy sweetheart.” He’d tease, tilting your chin up to hold your gaze.
“What’s my name?”
You’d blush, your body tingling with excitement of what’s to come…
“…daddy.”
“Thaaats it, good girl…”
And then of course, when his cock was driving into you- he couldn’t hold back his filthy mouth.
“Daddy’s cock feels good don’t it, sweetheart? Cmon, tell me how fuckin’ good it is.”
And when you’d moan out incoherent words, all fucked dumb from his cock he’d just taunt you even more.
“Aw… can’t even speak.” He’d tut, tugging your hair. “Such a dirty little thing for daddy… fuck- I love this pretty pussy, my own little toy.”
i’m not sure if you’ve done this before, nd i don’t want to be a bother with all of your sammy content lately (which i luv!) but . . . maybe dbf!jack who’s spending time in the guest room for a few days. it’s late at night nd reader walks into his room scared because her father has been being really mean to her lately :(( jack has a soft spot for her. he brings her in his lap nd comforts her as her daddy. . you could add smut or just leave it there ! ! i love your work sm <3
anon please you could neeeever be a bother. it's sammy bryant summer but i know where home is <3 and that is a gorg idea!!! i made myself a little emotional writing this #daddyissues so no smut but have this cutie sweet daddy jack makin u feel better !!!
cw: dbf!jack, daddy issues?, hurt/comfort, no smut
your dad's best friend jack abbot is staying at your place— his water heater is broken and he needed somewhere to stay for a little while. your father, ever the gracious host, offered him the guest room at your house. you're happy to have jack around, he's never had kids and he treats you like one of his own.
but his visit's come at a weird time. your dad's been more critical of you than usual lately. nothing you do is ever right: every load of laundry's on the wrong cycle, your room is a pigsty, every outfit you wear is way too revealing. it all starts to hit you at once, and you find yourself sniffling in your bed, your heart weighing heavy in your chest.
meanwhile, jack's up late— old habits pulling him back to the battlefield. he's on his ipad, the screen glowing with trauma case write-ups, his readers perched low on his nose. it's his version of doomscrolling, he supposes. he looks up when he hears your little knocks on the door and his gravelly voice rumbles out to you from deep in his throat: "baby, what's goin' on? come in."
as the door slips open, those soft hazel eyes meet yours. "you need somethin'?" he asks, his brows wrinkling with concern.
you shake your head, your slippers squeaking softly on the floorboards as you manage an explanation out through the ache in your throat. "no, i just... don't know why i'm here, really. 's just... dad's bein' mean. feelin'... sad... a little lonely..."
jack coos, placing his ipad down on the nightstand. he turns on the bedside lamp which flushes the room a sweet amber. "... what did he say?"
and when you tell him about your father's sharp words, how his comments have worn you down, he tuts, slipping his readers off and shaking his head with a tired sigh. "that's not right. poor thing... a girl needs a dad who'll fill her up with good feelings, not bad ones."
you nod, your arms wrapping tight around yourself. "i don't think i have one of those," you mumble, dejected.
jack's heart breaks at the sight of his sweet girl in such desperate need of comfort. and yeah, maybe it's a little self-indulgent, soothing his own paternal instincts, but you just look so fragile...
"why don't you come sleep here, okay?" he says, patting the space next to him. "i'll be your daddy tonight."
you crawl into bed next to him, his warm body wrapping around you like a shield. jack exhales gently, his arms tightening around you as he feels you whimper, the soft noise vibrating against his neck.
the scent of his cologne, warm musk and citrus, crosses with something faintly antiseptic from the hospital. it all just smells like home to you as you nuzzle into his neck and breathe it in.
he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other rubs slow circles on your back. his heartbeat is steady under your ear, and every thump soothes the ache in your chest. "shhh, i've got you," he whispers into your hair, "daddy's got you. your daddy's right here."
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sex is a distraction from your true purpose in life which is to go to the aquarium and look at the fish and go "wooooooaaah.... fishies". cmon guys we all need to lock in.
they injected me with mental illness when i was a baby because they didn't like that i radiated moonlight and had stars inside my eyes. they were jealous of me.
mating press is heavy on my mind today like not even being able to squirm underneath him because he’s literally shoving you through the mattress with his entire weight. him not even thrusting but letting his heavy cock sit all the way deep inside you as he presses kisses all over your face and reassures you that it’s okay and that he’ll take it slow. and you tear up a little because it hurts just the tiniest bit in this position but then he’s whispering how good you are for him while caging you tight in his arms and
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manipulative pope cody + ‘just the tip?’ + breeding kink drabble :3
this is for my moots who inspired me to blurb! i luv you~ @valleyanimalz @dirtygir1 @bbuuunnyyy @groovyangelkisses
*nasty smut below the cut teehee* ! mdni !
pope cody hates that you make him wear a condom, that you have been making him wrap it up for the entire two month relationship. he feels it’s an unnecessary barrier keeping him from feeling all of you and filling you up properly. but, he agreed the first time because he was so desperate to be inside you. always has been. always will be.
now, even after you’ve fucked more times than he can count while protected. he’s fed up. he knows that you’ll like it bare. that you’ll need it. that you’ll never make him wear a stupid condom again when you learn how good it feels when he sinks into you raw. you just need his help. need your strong, heroic boyfriend to take that step that you cant take yourself. god, he’s so good to you. that’s what he tells himself when he formulates his plan.
he made sure you came on his face at least three times. until your legs were jelly, brain mush, voice hoarse from begging him to stop. ‘i-i can’t’ you had whined, ‘ ‘s too much andy!’. he did it to get you into that floaty head space where you’re babbling mindlessly and lax for him.
and you’re exactly that as pope crawls up your body and settles where he belongs, above you and inbetween your legs. still, you breathlessly slur the question that he despises. “condom?”
he feigns frustration even though this is exactly what he planned. “shit— i left my wallet in craig’s car… i don’t have one.”
your response is a needy whine that morphs into a gasp when he rests his cock against your drenched folds and slowly slides back and forth. “can i just have you like this sweetheart?” pope rubs his thick length upwards, angry pink tip catching your clit with every pressing glide. you whimper through your desperate nods, nails clawing at his shoulders, fusing your knees to his ribs to stay spread for him. such a good girl, he thinks to himself.
he keeps his ruttings short. almost playfully light in order to not get you anywhere besides out of your mind from teasing. just how he wants it. when you start to wriggle beneath him, whimpering a few mindless “please please please”s, he looks down at your aching pussy to see her clench around nothing. poor baby, she needs me so bad, he tells himself.
his dick is so coated in your slick releases that pope ‘accidentally’ notches at your opening. staying in motion, he pushes in ever so slightly. your eyes shoot open in surprise “ohh- andy!” you squeal. frustration bubbles in his chest, but he doesn’t give up. because your panic simmers to pleasure and your mouth forms an ‘o’ as you moan at just his bare tip breaching your wet heat.
he buries his face into your neck to hide his satisfied grin, licking and suckling the skin how he knows you like. “jus the tip sweetheart? please?” he emphasizes his wimpy whines with an inching forward of his hips. your nails tear at the flesh on his back as you shudder. “p-promise?” you croak out in hazy compliance. his reply is strained. “ ‘course honey.”
popes promise — to him at least— goes up in flames when he slips a tiny bit further inside and is met with warm, silky tightness. fuckkk. he groans, muscles tensing and you cry out, eyes rolling back. his thrusts are shallow and unsatisfactory. after a only a few, he’s twitching in need, pathetically trying to inch deeper.
you notice, starting to whine and pant. “you c-cant andy! i’m not on the pill!” the words almost make pope start to piston in and out of you. the thought of coming in you until you’re swollen with his baby infiltrating his mind. that you’ll be tied to him forever and— oh yeah. that’s happening, he decides.
pope leans down to kiss you languidly. trying to tongue fuck you into submission. your pussy is rapidly fluttering around the first inch of his cock, telling him that you want this just as bad as he does. he uses his words. “you just feel so good sweetheart. need you so bad. need all of you.” a breathy moan slips from you at his praise as you return his kiss greedily.
you pull back and blink up at him with your glossy eyes and kiss bitten lips. when your legs start to wrap around him, crossing tightly at his back, he knows he’s almost home free. “okay... i- i need you too andy.”
you barely get the words out before he hastily pushes all the way inside of you. guttural noises of pleasure are ripped from you both as you clench around him so prettily and he stretches you out so perfectly. it’s searing, intimate and raw. so fucking raw.
as pope starts to thrust in and out of you eagerly, obscene slapping sounds echo throughout the room. he whimpers loudly at the warm, wet feeling of you and the noises your body makes for him.
when you shakily tell him between moans “you h-have to pull out.. okay?”
it takes all of his dwindling restraint to not laugh in your face.