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llokii · 6 days

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I have Frank brain rot and it’s all Taylor Swifts fault:

(‼️ very brief and mild mentions of smut ‼️)

• Secretly living with Frank and being in soft domestic bliss (when he’s not out beating people up)

• Finally telling someone you’re his girl just for them to shake their head in disappointment.

• “I can’t believe you’re with someone like Frank” and “you’re too good for a criminal like him” are just a couple of the nicer things people have said about you and your love

• Staying confidently by his side despite the whispers and slander from ignorant bystanders sitting high on their barstools

• They could never understand. You can handle him. Yes, he’s dangerous. He could kill everybody in this bar if he wanted to but he wouldn’t put you in a situation like that.

• You know the power he holds and you love him for it. He’s your protector, your lover, your beautiful gorgeous man. All yours.

• The contrast between his large, calloused hands and your soft gentle ones being too much for others to comprehend

• How could you be so gentle with such a monster?

• More importantly, how could Frank Castle, The Punisher, the person who’s managed to strike fear into the souls of anyone who’s met him, become so soft for you?

• Everything about him is rough and rugged. Dirty and aggressive. And yet, there’s something about him when he’s with you. Is it a glimmer in his eyes? A shift in his tone of voice? The way he gently leads you to your seat with his hand on your lower back?

• He has a habit of calmly whispering tender secrets and the occasional snide joke about the rare passerby.

• Laughing and sharing drinks with you for hours on end. Surprising everyone around with how loose and alive he seems when he normally appears to be so emotionless and empty.

• You go home together and he gives you a look you’ve come to love. You’ll never get sick of this look. The one that means “I want you” and “you’re so gorgeous” and “I love you” and “please, please kiss me” all at once.

• When you’re alone together like this, between cotton sheets in the soft glow of a bedside lamp, he’s so beautiful and raw. So so unabashedly…. Frank.

• He is surprisingly submissive at times. Being so gentle with you and occasionally even begging “please touch me” or “oh god, please kiss me” and it’s impossible to deny these requests.

• You try not to think about how nobody approves of your love. In the end, their opinions don’t matter anyways. You know you love him and he lets you know time and time again that he loves you the same.

• But when you do think of these judgmental people, you’re often overcome with thoughts of lashing out. How dare they try to tell you who you can and can’t love?

• You would burn the whole world to the ground before giving in to their ignorance.

• You know this is the man you’ll marry some day. He’s ruined you for anybody else. There’s nobody else who could love you like he does, and there’s nobody else who could love Frank like you.

#Frank castle #Frank castle Drabble #frank castle fic #frank castle x reader #frank castle fluff #Frank castle smut #the punisher #Frankcastle #mcu #marvel #the defenders #defenders #llokii brainrot

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fangirlirl · 1 year

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Devil in Disguise

Chapter: 3/8

Word count: 1.5k

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Frank Castle

Rating: Mature (this one is smut guys)

“Stay” Matt requested, his knuckles brushed the back of the other’s palm, trying not to be too forward with his advances. Frank had helped him back to his apartment and they were standing outside the front door.

“Ok.” He had been staring through him for a few seconds now.

They stepped inside. Frank followed him, he knew it was Matt’s home but he felt compelled to look out for him, just a sense of care he couldn’t quite justify, he didn’t need to. He stepped closer to Matt, barricading him against the wall. Matt leaned back, his hands placed at the other’s sides. Frank stared down at him, creasing his jaw with his thumb. Watching the expressions flicker through, neither of them were sure how to proceed.

“What did you have in mind?” Frank placed his lips on his cheek. He didn’t move away, he let his fingers trace the outline of his face. Matt felt guilty for being able to listen to the pace of his heart, for taking advantage of it.

He placed a hand on Frank’s, he started leading him across the apartment. He worked on the buttons of his shirt but struggled as he walked backwards while pulling Frank along “I want you to take off your shirt.” Instead Frank started undoing Matt’s. They stepped into the bedroom, he pulled Frank along and pulled his shirt up removing it. Matt fell back on the bed and Frank stood infront of him, he placed one knee next to Matt’s leg on the bed. Matt reached out, his fingers hooked around Frank’s belt pulling him closer and causing him to end up on top of him.

“Hey.” Frank watched him, Matt placed a peck on the lips of the man. Frank started working off Matt’s pants in between kisses, gentle but enough to get his blood rushing. He paused, he didn’t want any regrets. He didn’t want Matt to regret this. “You sure about this?”

“Mmmhum. I’m sure.” Matt smiled up at him, Frank wanted to savour that smile but Matt was already and working on removing Frank’s remaining clothes. He was pulled up towards the head of the bed. Frank pinned his wrists above his head and placed a few gentle pecks over his face, his temple, his cheek, his lips. Matt lean into the touch, rubbing his leg against Frank’s as he couldn’t move his arms. Frank stopped and leaned off him.

“You can tell me to stop, ok?” Matt nodded in response, tangling his fingered in Franks hair and kissing the closest part of him he could which ended up being his shoulder. Frank moved to the side, his fingers tracing Matt’s arm to his hand, interlocking their fingers and bringing them up against his lips.

Matt was on his back with Frank leaning up on his side next to him, their legs over each others out of pure neediness. He ran his fingers down Matt’s torso paying attention to every cut and every curve. There were fresh marks all over his body from when he wasn’t around. “You’ve been busy.” A pointless statement. “Did you at least land a hit this time?”

“Should’ve see the other guy.” Frank leaned down to kiss the fresh marks “Bottom draw” Matt gestured to the night stand. He knew Frank was staring at his face, he didn’t want to think about his emotions in that moment especially when he could feel how hot he was against his skin. Frank moved back and opened the drawer to find a bottle of clear liquid, it made him wonder why Matt had it there ready to use. He stopped himself from thinking too much about it and left the bottle on top of the stand. Matt sat up, leaning against the headboard. His hand finding Frank as soon as he was in front of him.

“Tell me what you like.” Frank sat in front of him, leaning close to his face, pressing gentle kisses onto his lips. Matt was mesmerised in that moment, a small sound mixing into it along with Frank’s tongue into his mouth. A hand tracing Matt’s face, his neck, soothing. Matt cupped his face, kept him close.

“Ok…” Matt held Frank’s hand by the palm, stepping out of the haze, leaving Frank’s fingers free. He traced the fingers over his face closing his eyes and paused at his lips. “Here.” Placing a peck at the fingertips. Moving them down to his neck, stretching it to fit Frank’s hand around it. “Here.” Franks watched him, fascinated. His hands now on Matt’s abdomen “Here.” Frank kissed him below his chest, his hands guided down Matt’s waist to his legs, the inner parts of his thighs. His voice merely a whisper this time, Frank was too close to miss it “And here.”

Frank kissed him further down his torso, leaving a trail of kisses. He paused and looked up. He gave a few pecks to his thigh, licking over the soft skin and finally leaning back. “What about here?” He blew out a soft breath at the evident erection.

Before Matt had the chance to respond, he let out a small gasp. Frank had placed his tongue against him, moving it up slowly while watching the other’s reaction. Matt had tightened his grip on the hand he was holding, his other hand curling into the sheets next to him clutching Frank’s face with his thighs. A shaky breath, he managed a small sound after Frank stopped. He placed his other hand on Frank’s nape, lifting his knees apart to give him space. He placed his lips on the man to sweeten the moment. Even though he couldn’t look at him, he smirked facing him while making the statement. “I really like that.”

Frank was taken aback, he kissed back but was unsure how to respond “Sit back.” He placed a hand on Matt’s chest and motioned him back against the bed. He leaned down and held both of his thighs just past the joints. Soothing him with a gentle movement, his lips were against Matt’s shaft. He used his tongue again, repeating the movement until he was satisfied with the pace of Matt’s breathing, stopping when he got to the tip.

Frank reached for the bottle next to him, pouring it on his palm and placed a hand around Matt’s erection, teasing him for a few seconds. He moved up towards his face, placed a few pecks on Matt’s face then lifted his knees up and pulling him down until he was on his back. Matt wrapped his arms around Frank’s neck, his fingers tangling up in his hair. “The manhandling is unnecessary.” He whispered through the kisses.

“Agree to disagree.” Frank’s hand worked on Matt’s shaft, the small gasps of breath and nearly audible moans edged him to keep going. He kissed his jaw and ear, pulling on the ear lobe with his teeth to force out more sounds. Matt was willing to give him exactly that.

Matt leaned his head back, lifting his hips up against Frank’s letting out a low moan. He brushed a finger down Frank’s spine, placing his hand on the side of his hips and guided his body down against his own, he moved his hips up against the other. He moved his hand to hold Frank’s erection, rubbing it against his own. Both of their hands working around them, Frank placed his head above Matt’s shoulder allowing him to hear the small gasps escaping him.

“Frank… I-” he was moving in sync with him, desperate to breathe properly but it could wait. His fingers harshly griping Frank’s hair, edging towards a release. He started to move his hand faster, Frank followed. He started to grind his hips against Matt’s a little faster until only their gasps and moans filled the room.

“Fuck…” he felt the substance on his hand first then all over his torso, a few seconds later it was his own mixing into the mess. “Fuck.” It took another few seconds to regain his senses. He leaned up on his forearms to look at Matt. Seeing his expression of complete ecstasy, his mouth ajar desperately seeking to breathe. That’s when he felt the fingernails digging into his nape.

He rested his head below Matt’s chin, he let out a chuckle amused. kissed Matt, nuzzling against his neck.

Matt found the laugh to be contagious. Loosely wrapping his arms around Frank’s waist and leaning down for his lips. Frank leaned up on his forearms and held his face, rubbing his thumb over Matt’s lips. He wanted to pause that moment and keep staring at him.

“Who tore you a new one?” His finger tracing over Frank’s hip, indicating to the bullet hole on his ass.

“Is that the thankyou I get for making you dinner?” He knew there was no truth in that, he just found his situation to be amusing. Matt kissed him, unable to contain the laugh. Frank moved up and laid next to him, both facing each other. He placed his hand on Matt’s side, he pulled him closer and wrapped his leg around Matt’s, tracing little circles while staring at him.

Matt kissed him, humoured. “I can think of more ways to thank you.”

“Yeah? You sure you can right now?

Matt nudged the tip of his nose against Frank’s “Definitely”

“On your knees, soldier.”

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jamgoesart · 2 months

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Why I don't upload complete stories on Tumblr.

I usually only post the first two chapters here because you can copy stories here on Tumblr.

In the past, my stories have been copied or typed up and re-uploaded, then I've been told I'm copying and had to deal with being told I'm not.

It's annoying and takes the joy out of writing, so my FFs or original stories (not FF) are on Wattpad.

Sorry.

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keira-draws · 5 months

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"First time, as long as I can remember, I don't have a war to fight. And I guess, if I'm gonna be honest, I just...I'm scared."

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lumber · 1 year

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Added Mr. #FrankCastle, the #Punisher himself, to the #GunControl party! Page 5 #Progress in the new #SketchBook. #Fun. 🥳🎉 ••• #ArchieMeetsThePunisher #ThePunisherMeetsArchie #ArchieComics #MarvelComics #StanGoldberg #HenryScarpelli #JohnBuscema #TomPalmer #BeagleBoys #Disney #DuckTales #DennisTheMenace #HankKetcham #HunterSThompson #FearAndLoathingInLasVegas #ScottShaw #Tombow #Fudenosuke #Microns #SketchbookArt #JeauxJanovsky #JeauxJ #JeauxJanovskyArt #HandDrawn (at Culver City, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpeFDoZLd_U/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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mysticmeowz · 1 year

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“I’m starting to take this kinda personally.”

#benbarnes #billyrusso #punisher #gif #frankcastle #jonbernthal

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importantnightwerewolf · 4 months

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Rebel (Father Matt Murdock x Reader x Platonic Frank Castle) - Midnight (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/791424783-rebel-father-matt-murdock-x-reader-x-platonic?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Betobros200&wp_originator=GjKox8aWj1%2BoldtZHv%2B%2BDqKvV7PHOUH5V69BIVutkCAj3MFd17QQ8waZGil2qrDWBI%2BFV1IavkRFkDg67oolWIYvid0PmWEGFRJ9CNf3evu%2FIl3dO3Cqlnbz%2FttsZYyn (Y/N) Is a Matt Murdocks 14 year old daughter who is just entering high school and is really struggling. She doesn't have a regular life having a blind father. He can't help with homework, Can't give her a have a ride to school, He can't see how often her face falls when she lies to him. Of course she has her Uncle Foggy and Aunt Karen but (Y/N) feels like to much of a burden until the one and only Frank Castle comes into her life and seems to be more of a father figure then her own father. ( The cast of both DareDevil and The Punisher DO NOT belong to me.)

#angst #dadmatt #daredevil #fathermattmurdockxreader #foggynelson #frankcastle #karenpage #mattmurdock #platonicfrankcastle #readerinsert #thepunisher #fanfiction #books #wattpad #amreading

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drewcas68 · 11 months

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And, sliding in at the last minute I have a little something for day 3 of @frattweek - prompt is Save/Safe.

Daredevil and the Punisher are on a mission to retrieve data for David Lieberman (Micro). We don't know what the data is for, we don't actually find out how they get it (spoiler alert: they do). It's just a McGuffin to get them into a tight spot.

"Honestly. Why did Frank let himself get talked into this? Following a blind man into a dead end? ... "

#frattweek6 #daredevil #punisher #fratt #mattmurdock #frankcastle

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trioxina245 · 1 year

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The Punisher, by Bruce Timm

#MarvelComics #ThePunisher #FrankCastle #ComicsArt #Artwork #BruceTimm

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michaelworthy25 · 1 year

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#lolcats #frankcastle #punisher

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wednesdaytoast · 1 year

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Jon Bernthal's Punisher will return in 'Daredevil: Born Again' 💀 (via @hollywoodreporter) #punisher #marvel #marvelcomics #thepunisher #frankcastle #daredevil #comics #spiderman #netflix #mcu #avengers #mattmurdock #jonbernthal #comicbooks #ironman #batman #marveluniverse #charliecox #marvelstudios #xmen #marvellegends #daredevilbornagain #elektra #bornagain #jessicajones (at Austin, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpf955FvfrK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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thirdeyecomics · 1 year

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One of the coolest new characters of the last few years: an alternate future where #frankcastle ends up not only the #spiritofvengeance but also is given the #powercosmic & made into a #heraldofgalactus — and now he’s back!!! Issue 1 of the new #cosmicghostrider is pure 🔥🔥🔥!!! Swing by & snag all these dope #variantcovers! #comics #comicbooks #comiccollector #comiccollectors #marvelcomics #buythirdeyeordie #annapolis (at Annapolis, Maryland) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpYym4OMR8M/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#frankcastle #spiritofvengeance #powercosmic #heraldofgalactus #cosmicghostrider #variantcovers #comics #comicbooks #comiccollector #comiccollectors #marvelcomics #buythirdeyeordie #annapolis

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frankenhookersmonster · 2 years

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ʟᴏᴠᴇʙᴜɢ - ᴛᴇɴ, "ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍꜱ"

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ - 18+ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ, ᴅʙꜰ!ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ x ᴀꜰᴀʙ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ (ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴛᴡᴏ, ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴛʏ ꜰɪᴠᴇ), ꜱᴍᴜᴛ (ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ), ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ (ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛᴘᴇᴀ, ʙᴀʙʏ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟꜱ ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ "ꜰʀᴀɴᴋɪᴇ"), ᴋɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ, ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 1.3ᴋ

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

a/n - sorry for disapearing buuuut a lot of things happened over the past couple weeks. i’m all done with school (until august lol), i saw phoebe bridgers which was fucking amazing cannot get over it, and i took a roadtrip to a state i’ve never been to, which was a lot of fun! i hadn’t really done a roadtrip that was over five hours before and we were in the car for like eighteen hours total :0 which sure was something. anywayssss, here’s an uneditted chapter for your reading pleasure

You were sitting in the car, debating your next point of action. It was raining, had been for two days now, and now you had to figure out how you were going to bring your groceries in the house. Your dad had to run into work and asked you to run some errands, which you begrudgingly obliged to. But now you were figuring out the least embarrassing way to sprint into the house with your bags. You couldn’t even use the garage, since it was still covered in the boxes of shit you brought down weeks ago and your dad’s miscellaneous work out equipment and power tools.

You exhaled, opening the car door and running to open the trunk. You gathered the bags, managing to slide all of them onto your arms and tediously shut the trunk after you. Massive raindrops drenched the top of your head, melting down your face.

You attempted to jog up to the front door, though the weight of the bags was slowing you down. Footsteps approached you from behind, sloshing on the wet pavement behind you.

“Need a hand?” Frank shouted over the rainfall. “I’m fine.” You lied, slowly making your way up the stairs. Frank followed you, and even through the sound of the raindrops hitting the ground you could hear him chuckle to himself.

You raised your keys to the lock on the door, struggling to fit it in the key hole. Suddenly, Frank took your hand in his and guided it to the lock, fiddling it until it opened. His palms were calloused, rough like sandpaper grinding over the smoothness of your own hands. His grasp on you was gentle, though. He held your hand strongly, at the same time careful not to hold you too tight.

You looked at him for the first time, a hood over his head, though his face was drenched in rainwater. His eyebrows were pressed together and his mouth was slightly agape, his eyes scanned your face for a moment before you both remembered how hard it was raining.

You pulled yourself inside, not bothering to see if Frank was following because you knew he would. You were right, you could hear him shutting the door tightly behind you and dragging his boots on the rug and untying them. The bags in your arms crashed on the counter and you let out a breath, placing your hands on your hips and turning to see Frank stride over to you.

Without second thought you began to unpack your groceries, placing the cold items in the fridge. Silently, Frank followed you, unpacking a bag of condiments and finding spots for them in a cabinet.

“Thanks.” You mumbled, head in the refrigerator as you filled a drawer with a pack of bacon. “No problem.” He responded, he too completely focused on where he was going to put the jar of peanut butter in his hand.

You were grabbing the eggs out of a bag when Frank brushed behind you, his hand resting on your waist for a moment as he reached up and opened a cabinet above you. “S’cuse me, sweetheart.” He didn’t look at you, but you know he could feel you staring up at him as he carefully placed the peanut butter on the shelf. He rubbed his lips together, moving past you again. His hand lingered on your hip, waiting to remove it until the last possible second before going back to unpacking a bag.

You scoffed, walking back to the fridge to put the eggs in. “You’re not slick, Castle.” Frank furrowed his brow again, coming up to your side to place some lettuce in the refrigerator. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The two of you went about putting away the groceries in silence, occasionally indulging in a long glance or hands ghosting over each other. You began folding up the reusable bags and placing them on the end of the counter when Frank’s arms snaked around your waist. He hummed, dropping his head on your shoulder, swaying you two back and forth slightly.

“When’s your dad coming home?” He asked softly, leaving a kiss on the side of your neck. You felt like jello in his grasp. “Like five thirty, maybe.” He spun you around, still holding you in his grasp. He pushed some hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your jaw. “I’ll be quick.”

Frank lifted you onto the counter, attaching his lips to yours. You pressed yourself as close as you could to him, trying to grind yourself against his body. He smiled under your lips, sliding your damp shirt off of your body. You grabbed at his hoodie, breaking your kiss again to pull it and his wife beater underneath off.

One of his hands moved to your breast, a thumb rubbing over your nipple as he deepened your kiss. “Shit.” You muttered as he started to unclasp your bra, dragging it off of your arms and bringing his hand back to hold your boob.

“Please, Frank, I need you.” You stumbled your way through the sentence, slightly out of breath. “What do you need, baby?” He taunted, knowing very well what you meant. You rolled your eyes, rolling your hips on the counter. “I need you inside of me, Frank, I need you to fuck me.” With that Frank yanked your sweatpants down, struggling with your panties until you held onto his shoulders and lifted yourself off the counter.

Your bare pussy hit the cool tiles, a shiver climbed up your body and made you whimper as you watched Frank rid himself of his jeans and boxers. He grabbed his hoodie off of the floor and pulled a condom out of the pocket, making you tilt your head back and laugh. Of course this fucker had alterior motives. He carefully rolled the condom down his length, pumping it a few times before making his way back to you.

His fingers danced through your fold, the wetness of your arousal had spread down your thighs and atop the counter. “This worked up for me?” He looked at you, his eyes darker than normal. You nodded, and with that he wasted no time pushing the tip of his cock inside of you. You gasped, he had caught you almost completely off guard. “You okay? It feel alright?” His voice was calm, his hands had moved to hold your waist in one and cup your ass in the other. “Yeah, fuck, feels so good, Frank.” He took your words in and began to push himself further into you, your head had leaned back as he started to fuck you.

Your moans filled the kitchen, they were far louder than the ones on the beach now that the idea of being in public was gone. “Such a tight pussy, feels like heaven, sweetpea.” He stretched you out, your hole burning slightly as he fucked you faster and faster.

His hand that sat near your ass moved to touch your clit, circling it gently. Your moans got louder, which you didn’t even think was possible, they ripped through the silence of your empty house and even drowned out the rain that still came down outside. You were starting to reach your climax, your hips bucking into Frank’s thrusts. Your walls clenched around Frank, earning a few groans out of him.

“Frankie, I’m gonna cum, holy shit.” Before Frank could even respond you came onto his cock, your toes curling and your body convulsing on top of him. Despite your orgasm, Frank continued to fuck you, taking both of his hands and holding your ass, forcing your body onto his dick as he chased his orgasm. He came into the condom while you began to even your breathing, his head resting against yours while he tried to compose himself.

“Frankie?” He questioned, still out of breath and laughing to himself. Your cheeks started to heat up and you began to stutter out an apology. “I-I’m sorry I don’t know where that came from.” He kissed your cheek, pulling you out of your own thoughts. “I don’t mind it. It’s cute.”

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