#bernthalbabes

Raising his brows, trying to decipher the look on your face- a deep frown set with a furrowed brow- he brings a hand up to softly graze against your arm to grab your attention, “You okay?”

“You’re bleeding out on our bathroom floor and you’re asking me if I’m okay?” You try to huff out a genuine laugh, but it comes out weak.

Bringing a hand up to your hair, he tucks a loose strand behind your ear, tilting your chin to look up at him. He observes your expression for another second, almost searching for something in particular and it seems as if he finds it- the frown lines left on your face no help with your case at all, “You look sad.”

Gah, he caught you. Looking down now, a little embarrassed and fidgeting with the utensils in hand, you just shrug and mumble, “I don’t like seeing you bruised anymore.” You finally confess, “I used to love it.”

He scoffs, jokingly offended, “Because I was in pain?” He smiles and you hum.

“Mm, that and it made you look extra sexy.”

“Extra sexy, hey?” He challenges, “So, I was already sexy?”

He tugs on your arm, bringing you impossibly closer even thought you’re quite literally already situated between his legs. You connect your lips to his, unable to properly kiss him however because of the smile that tugs at your lips.

Frank just made you all smiley and giggly, you couldn’t help it.

The kiss is very short lived as Frank grunts in your mouth, wincing and flinching underneath your touch where you’ve accidentally gotten a bit carried away and pushed on his bruised stomach.

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry, baby.” You quickly reach for the ice pack that was sitting by his thigh on the counter and press it to the large bruise. You pout up at him softly, feeling terribly guilty for causing him pain- no matter how little it was… Very ironic.

Bringing his hand up to your hair now, he just pulls your head closer to his and presses a kiss in your hair, making you smile softly. It was his way of forgiving you.

It’s silent for a second. Comfortably silent as Frank held you and you tended to his bruise.

“Wanna know a fun fact?” You ask.

You hear Frank snort a little, massaging his fingers through your hair before speaking, “Enlighten me.”

“When skin bruises, it’s because the blood vessels underneath the surface of the skin break due to the impact it receives. But since there’s no cut for the blood to come out of, it kinda just settles underneath the skin.” You tell him, mindlessly circling a few other, smaller bruises that litter his skin- ones that are much too small to hurt if you were to press down on them but you’re still cautious around them anyway.

“Smart girl.” He coos, and you can’t exactly tell if he’s mocking you or not, “Go on. Tell me more.” He nudges your hip and you blush a little. You liked feeling smart.

Thinking of more facts, you continue with a blushed smile, “And… it changes colour because the blood slowly loses oxygen. It starts off red, then purple, then blue, green and finally yellow- like a backwards rainbow kinda.”

When Frank doesn’t respond straight away, you look up at him- only to find that he’s just staring down at you with a shit eating grin on his face.

“What’s so funny?”

He shakes his head, sighing a little reminiscently, “Who would’ve thought you’d be fixing up my wounds and telling me facts about bruises?”

You roll your eyes seeing as that was what he found so funny. It was surprising- sure, but looking back, anyone could cut that sexual tension with a butter knife. Valid, though, sexual tension never really equated to fixing your wounds and telling fun facts about the human body.

“What can I say? I’m full of surprises.” You shrug, removing the now- only slightly cool ice pack from his stomach and chucking it into the sink, “Pancakes to make you feel better?” You ask, softly patting his thigh and watching him look at you the certain way you’ll never get tired of.

“God, I love you.”

Even though it was well into the night, you didn’t care. Pancakes were like cereal to you- you could eat it at anytime throughout the day, for whatever meal.

Frank was no help, only clinging to you from behind and snorting as you made silly, little pancake shapes- a love heart, a very bad star and finally mickey mouse.

Plating them up, you poured a shit ton of maple syrup on them with some whipped cream before sitting on the couch with Frank and feeding it into his mouth for him. Totally your idea, convincing him he was too injured to feed himself and that you would be honoured to do the job for him.

“Now look at me,” You hum, shovelling a small part of mickeys ear into Franks mouth, “Feeding you pancakes.”

“If someone told me that in a years time, you would be feeding mickey mouse shaped pancakes into my mouth, I probably would’ve killed them.” You roll your eyes, taking a small piece into your own mouth.

“I kinda miss when we used to hate each other.”

“Used to?” He jokes and you glare at him, despite knowing he was probably kidding, it caught you off guard and you liked to see how scared you could make him- because you did scare him when you gave him that look, “Kidding, babe.”

Sighing, you cut off another piece with the edge of the fork and bring it to Franks open mouth, “I miss the sex… the hate fucking.”

“You don’t like when I love on you?” He asks with a mouthful of food- which would have bothered you if it was anyone else- but you were too in love with him to care. That’s the same mouth that gives you orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, you should be grateful for it if anything.

“I love when you love on me.” You assure him, “The mean sex was just fun.”

Experiencing Franks more… sensual side was a day you would never forget. It was such a stark contrast to what you had initially been so used to- which was of course nothing but pure, raw, filthy hate fucking. Rather than manhandle you into the right positions, Frank moulded you to accomodate the position and his body. He went slow, but picked up the pace at all the right times and places. His words, though still dirty, were filled with much more praise.

And as much as you loved it. As much as you loved nothing more than to come home and cuddle in bed until he made the first move to begin the soft and sensual sex- you really, really missed the hate fucking.

Taking the plate of pancakes from your hand, unexpectedly, he places it onto the small coffee table in front of the couch and you look at him curiously as he then takes the fork from your hand as well. He chucks it onto the plate and before you can even scold him for being so rough with the fine china, he pulls on your arm to bring you closer, slipping a hand around your waist to flip your positions so that you’re laying beneath him on the couch.

“All you had to do was ask.” Is all he simply says before attacking your lips in a rough kiss.

You reciprocated of course, returning the kiss with your hands flying up to his hair to tug on the short strands. He groans in your mouth and you have to contain the smile that tries to etch its way into your lips. You loved how you could just control him like the rat in Ratatouillie.

Deciding that the kiss had gone on too long and too soft for your liking, you pull back a little and bring his bottom lip with you, biting it harshly.

“Ow!” He whines, pinching your side but all that does is tickle you.

“Stop going so easy on me.” You snort, fisting his shirt to demonstrate the aggression you so desperately crave.

Sighing, he dips his head to your neck and places soft kisses and small bites there, “I don’t wanna hurt you anymore.” He mumbles, almost inaudible if it weren’t for the fact that you’d basically mastered comprehending Franks mumbled language every morning.

Sweet, though it was, you wanted him to hurt you. And you knew he had it in him, so you weren’t stopping until he did, “‘Course you wouldn’t, pussy.”

His ears prick up at the sound of the insult and he pulls his head out of your neck. You just give him a raised brow and sly smile as you watch in satisfaction.

Giving you the reaction you wanted, he stands from the couch, bringing your body with him and over his shoulder as he- you can only assume- walks you to the bedroom.

As you squeal, he harshly slaps your ass and you bite your lip to contain the moan that would only get you in more trouble.

Throwing you on the bed, he claws at your booty shorts before ripping them in two. With the thong you have on, he’s given easy access to your pussy and you keen in excitement at how hungrily he looks down at you.

“You wanna get fucked nice and hard, is that what you want?” He asks, unbuckling his belt slowly, knowing how much you loved it.

The moonlight and the streetlights from below his apartment coming in through the windows at just the right angle to highlight the incredibly sexy veins that protrude out of his hand.

You squirm underneath his gaze and shrug- putting up your own act now, “Don’t count on you to give me the satisfaction.”

Pulling his belt out it’s loops in one swift motion, you almost drool as he wraps it around his hand- leaving a loop at the end.

“No?” He asks, a raised brow as he tightens off the belt around his hand. Your heart rate instantly picks up and you really have to try your hardest not to break.

“But it’s okay,” You shrug again after shaking your head, “I’ve got a couple of back up plans that I have a lot more faith in… They put a lot in me too.” Though you’ve kinda cheated and used your current relationship as a means to rile him up- you don’t care. You’re just glad it does the job.

His eyes darken at the mere thought of another man even breathing the same air as you, but you put that thought into his head.

You barely realise that you’re being flipped over because it happened so fast, your chest being shoved into the mattress and your ass being pulled up as Frank settles behind you- destroying what’s left of your shorts to give him full access to your ass.

Without warning, the leather comes down hard against your ass and you jolt under his hold and fist the sheets. Resting on the side of your head, you furrow your brows and slack your jaw as he relentlessly continues.

“I’m the only fucking one that gets to fuck you.” You manage to hear over the loud slaps of skin that seemingly occur every few seconds, “Fuckin’ slut. You think anyone else knows how?”

“I know a lot of people.” You huff- despite your ass that’s now almost ruby red… you love it.

With his free hand, he grabs a fistful of your hair from behind, pulling you up a little as he hovers over you, “You’re a fucking whore, you know that?” He curses into your ear- and you don’t even wanna know how drenched you are down there, “But you’re my whore.” Trailing the belt down your tits, you feel your nipples harden, “I’m the only one that can make you go all dumb with my dick.” You whine a little- unable to contain it any longer as he continues to glide the belt over your barely clothed cunt, “And I own this fucking pussy.”

Flipping you over one last time, again- with no warning- he brings the belt down against your cunt and you moan out loud at the contact. It didn’t hurt as much because of the small piece of fabric that still covered it- but it still stung as he ripped your top in two and shed it from you completely.

While he forcefully pulls your legs over his hips, he brings the belt against each of your tits- making them impossibly more sensitive.

You whine as his clothed dick nudges up against your heat, clenching around nothing at even the slightest contact it’s almost embarrassing. Even more so that Frank noticed.

“Awe, see?” He coos mockingly, “You desperate for my dick? Hmm?” Discarding the belt somewhere on the bed, he brings his hand down to softly play with your covered clit. You moan loudly at the friction, indeed desperate, “Little fuckin’ slut needs attention that bad?” Your toes curl as he moves your thong to the side and slides his fingers through your folds, marvelling at how soaked his finger becomes, “So fucking wet, whore.”

Unexpectedly, his hand lays a harsh smack against your clit, cussing your back to arch, “Fuck you,” You curse, gasping as he goes back to rubbing it. You can’t take anymore. Your throbbing clit evident of such.

“Fuck me?” He mocks again, slapping your cunt once more before finally going to the button and fly of his pants. As he pulls his hard, red and angry cock out of the confines of his pants, you find yourself a little scared. There’s no way it’s this easy. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

Harshly spreading your thighs apart, he runs the head of his cock through your folds- lathering it in a thick coat of your juices.

You both get lost as you stare down at where his cock is almost covered in white cream from where it’s leaking out of you. He pushes the head a little deeper inside you momentarily- and he tricks you by taking it out again. You grunt as he continues to do so, only fucking you with the head of his cock, “Hurry the fuck up, Frank.”

Averting his gaze down at you, he huffs, cock in hand as he stills his movements completely, “Someone’s desperate for my cock.”

You cut your eyes at him before correcting, “Unsatisfied.” You do well to hide your true emotion, smiling on the inside knowing just how well you could get him exactly where you wanted. Sure, he knew your body- but you knew him. You knew exactly how to rile him up and what it would get you in return.

You challenged him and he’s going to prove himself.

Shoving his cock fully inside you, you have to contain the gasp that lodges into your throat. Throwing your head back against the pillows, you breathe heavily as he slowly pulls out. You know how this goes- and God help you because you don’t think there will ever be a time that you get used to it.

He pushes back in almost instantly- setting a rough and hard pace- mercilessly fucking into your swollen pussy.

Grabbing his bicep, you dig your nails into the skin and smile internally at the small wince that leaves his mouth. The same arm that you grip onto comes around your neck, his large hand encasing your neck entirely- simultaneously continuing to fuck you.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, pussy clenching at the way he so effortlessly could just kill you right now if he wanted to. That was probably the best part about the hate fucking.

“So- fucking tight.” Frank whispered, manoeuvring his hand to cup your jaw as he brought his upper half down to kiss at your neck again. He had to distract himself.

He wanted so badly to tell you he loved you, but he just knew it would ruin the moment. You don’t tell someone you love them when you’re hate fucking them.

Your hand comes to his neck, nails digging hard enough to draw blood but neither of you care.

As you grind your hips in time with his thrusts, Frank reaches for the small of your back and flips you both over so that you now straddle his hips.

Looking down at him confused, you wait for him to take charge- fucking his hips up into you like you knew he loved. But he doesn’t.

You just sit for a moment with his cock still inside you as he grasps your hand, guiding it towards his neck and once you get the hint, you wrap your hand the best you can around his neck.

He gives a curt nod which prompts you to finish what he’d started. Rolling your hips first, you sink yourself the rest of the way down- watching in delight as he so easily submits underneath you.

Both of his hands come to your ass, guiding the stroke of your hips as you familiarise yourself with control. As you set a pace, his hands become more loose, only spreading your cheeks apart to allow himself to sheathe himself any further- if that were at all possible.

Though you’re in control- you can’t help but moan more than he, your clit rubbing against his pubic bone doing wonders for your fast-approaching orgasm.

As your tits bounce in his face, he can’t help but grab a hold of one and shove it into his mouth, flicking the small bud and feeling you clench around him even tighter.

His own abdomen tightens as you slowly begin to start gushing around him as a result of the build of your release. The thrust become sloppy and the lubrication makes him dick twitch inside you.

“C’mon, pretty.” He encourages, noticing the way your hips stuttered a little and slow down in their pace as your thighs burned from the workout, “Cum on my cock.”

Frank no longer cared about the hate fucking. And neither did you in all honesty.

You just whined in response, dropping your head to connect your lips with Frank- seemingly an energy boost as you regain the pace of your hips just a little bit more as you cum around him.

He holds you up as your orgasm takes over your body, continuing to guide your hips and prolong the sensation- making you almost limp in his hold.

Your small whines and moans are music to his ears- he barely cares that he didn’t cum. But you surprise him when you keep going, clenching even harder and resting your palms against his chest.

“Are you close?” You ask, wincing a little at the overstimulation you’re forcing yourself through.

Frank hums, though his mind had been elsewhere in the past few minutes and he wasn’t as focused and close as he should be, he knew it wouldn’t be long. You had that effect on him.

“Keep going, baby, almost.” He forces himself in the right mindset now, watching his shiny, cum-coated dick disappear inside your soaking cunt, “Fuck, good girl. C’mon.” He mumbles, knowing how much those words affected you.

You clench around him and only prove his point. Feeling his balls tighten, his cock twitches twice and he knows he almost there. A lone tear slips from your eye as the overstimulation becomes to much for you so Frank slightly takes over, moving your hips with his hands at the pace he knows will get him to cum.

Your head falls in relief, Frank kissing the tear away as he moves his hips in time with yours, “Cum inside me.” You beg, “Want to feel you.. forever,” You whimper, trying your hardest to get him through as his thrusts become sloppy.

He groans a little when his dick throbs and lets out a small grunt as he spills his white, hot seed inside you. You smile softly at the warm feeling- and at the lack of overstimulation tickling your body.

Resting your head against his, you slowly lower the rest of your body as he wraps his arms around you and holds you close. Kissing his lips, you hum as you still taste the maple syrup on his tongue from the pancakes- which have probably gone cold by now.

Feeling your eyelids go heavy all of a sudden, you bring your head down to rest on his heaving chest, hearing his quick heart rate as your ear is in direct line with his big, fat heart.

As you catch your breath too, you aimlessly trace the scars that are embedded into his hard chest, frowning slightly, knowing every single one of them had caused Frank pain.

“I’m sorry.”

“What for?” You finger comes to a stop as your head shoots up, worriedly looking up at Frank and observing the guilt that’s suddenly embedded into his face.

Oh God, did you do something wrong?

“For hurting you.” He frowns and you furrow your brows and shake your head.

“Wh- Frank, you didn’t hurt me. I liked it-“ You cup his cheek, but he shakes his head.

“No, like, before. When you were still trying to kill Arnim.” He says and you scoff softly.

“You probably knocked some sense into me.” You assure him, but it does little to convince him so you drop the whole smart ass act, “It’s okay.” You peck his lip softly, “I liked it then too.”Okay- not entirely dropping the smart ass act.

He smiles momentarily before staring down at your chest, in particular the letters that still scarred your skin. It was what had caused the shift in his demeanour just before. First when he’d said he ‘owned your pussy’, then again when he had your tit in his mouth and saw the letters.

Then that led Frank to remember every other thing he did to you that he thought went too far.

You follow his line of sight to the letters on your skin and frown softly. You don’t know what had gotten into Frank, but he was overthinking it. You don’t care that he hurt you… you were used to it- and you did like it.

“I don’t like that I hurt you.” He mutters, avoiding your gaze out of pure shame- also out of respect, he didn’t deserve to even look at you after all he’d done to you- more so, said to you, “Especially that one night.”

You knew what night he was talking about. The night underneath your apartment in the empty ballet studio. You didn’t want to tell Frank that that night, he’d hurt you more with his words than any other form of harm.

Not even when he stabbed you, not even when he’d beat you bloody, not even when he carved his initials into your skin.

He didn’t need to know that. Maybe one day, but not today. You loved him now and that was all that mattered.

“I’m sorry.” He repeats and you panic when you see the glossiness of his eyes. You’ve never seen Frank cry before.

“Frank, it’s okay.” You tell him, rubbing his cheek with your thumb, “I hurt you just as much as you hurt me-“ He shakes his head in protest but you continue, “Frank, there’s no one else on this earth who I want to be with.” Your confession makes him look up at you incredulously, and you just smile, a little nervous now, “I fucking hate you… But I love you.”

He just stays looking at you for a moment- not saying a word, barely even blinking.

Until finally, “I love you.”

Letting a tear, that you didn’t even realise had gathered, fall, you immediately bring your lips to his. You feel a tear of his own fall against your thumb and even though your eyes are closed, you wipe blindly at his cheek to wipe away the tear.

It’s in that very moment that you realise, you’re going to spend the rest of your life with Frank. Where that’ll take you, whether that’ll give you a dog… a family… a house in a nice neighbourhood with nosy neighbours and a nice garden. You don’t know. But you don’t care either. For as long as Franks with you, you’re happy.

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SCREAMING CRYING I DONT WANT THIS TO END.

but i guess it’s not over because i still have like drabbles and hc’s to whip up. SEND REQUESTS.