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amhrosina · 9 months

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Be My Baby

Summary: Frank takes you on a weekend trip to his cabin after you have a rough week at work. Your first stop? The enormous bathtub with enough room for soooo many activities.

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!Reader Word Count: 2.8k

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a/n: hello! i'm back! my personal life is still a wreck but i missed writing for frank. this is probably the most self indulgent fic i've ever written lol it is quite literally the most ooey-gooey romantic plot before the softest smut imaginable. what can i say? i'm a hoe for soft frank. enjoy & thank you to the nonnie that requested something similar to this!

warnings: softest smut imaginable, fluff to the max, 'i'm an asshole to everyone except you' trope, a teensy little bit of crybaby reader if you squint, frank would burn the world for reader, reader is sOoOoO in love with frank (who isn't??), they're both a little wrapped up in each other's world and don't give a shit about what's happening outside of them type of vibes, pet names, etc.

From what you had seen, Frank’s cabin was cozy and warm, but since your arrival half an hour ago, you’d only had the luxury of soaking in the tub while Frank took care of unloading the car. He’d insisted on doing it alone, claiming his girl shouldn’t have to lift a finger for anything, and honestly after the week you’d had, you were temporarily glad he was as stubborn as a mule. You were sure that sentiment would fade the next time you were feeling bratty, but for now, you tried your best to relax and forget what an awful week it had been at work.

The heat of the bath water sent a wave of goosebumps down your spine, enticing a low groan from your lips. Sinking further into the water, you realized just how big the tub was. It stretched at least six feet across and was almost deep enough to stand, clearly a custom made feature of the cabin. You supposed Frank probably needs the room, being as large a man as he is. Still, it felt like you were in a luxurious hot tub, rather than a regular bathtub.

“There’s a button to turn on the jets if you want ‘em.”

Frank’s gentle voice carried across the bathroom, startling you from your relaxed state. You hadn’t even heard him come in. You turned, eyeing his powerful figure as he made his way toward you and sat on the edge of the tub. It was easy to get lost in the way he moved, and you tried your best to not stare at the muscles straining against the black longsleeve he was wearing.

“You okay?” He asked, reaching out to softly run his knuckles along the curve of your damp cheek. He was always gentle with you, but the desire to take care of you was even more present in his eyes than usual. It really had been a shitty week.

“This place is amazing.” You said in awe, turning your face away to hide your grin. His hand, already knowing what you were trying to do, softly gripped your jaw and turned it back to face him.

“You barely saw the place.” He chuckled.

“Whose fault is that?” You raised an eyebrow at him and sat up, fully exposing your bare chest to him. His eyes briefly flicked down to your nipples, hardening as the cool air touched them, before returning his gaze upwards. “Get in. There’s plenty of room for both of us.”

He nodded and stood, but began walking in the opposite direction of the bath. You furrowed your brow, watching him tug his shirt off and throw it on the counter. When he saw your expression, he grinned.

“Hang on. I brought something for you.”

“What do you mean?” You called after him, but he was already moving again.

He disappeared through the doorway, generating even more confusion, before returning with an assembly of things tucked under his arms. You watched as he worked his way around the room, placing various objects here and there until finally he flicked off the lights and turned to face you again.

The room was now aglow with flickering candle light, coating Frank’s looming figure in a warm haze. He’d gone for mostly unscented, knowing how strong smells could give you headaches, but had left in a few lavender candles because he knew how much it relaxed you. He also managed to sneak an entire bottle of champagne into the car without you noticing, of which he was pouring into two flutes. You blinked back tears as he handed you your glass, unable to express how warm your chest felt at the effort he was putting in to make you feel better.

“Frank.” You murmured, smiling bashfully, “This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

“‘s what you deserve.” He shrugged, stepping out of the rest of his clothes.

He sank into the tub next to you, tugging your body against his in a swift motion. He sat with his back against the edge, allowing you to easily settle your knees on either side of his thighs, facing him in the dim room. You sat just a little taller than him at this angle - chest pressed against his warm skin, arms resting on his broad shoulders - and God, he looked divine. The drive had taken a few hours, just long enough for the stubble to return to his cheeks after this morning’s shave, giving him a rugged look that you thought was just so handsome. You were unable to resist the temptation of running your nails over it in a soft scratch, eliciting a groan from deep in Frank’s chest. The rumble reverberated through your chest as you pressed yourself fully against him, seeking more of his affection. He tugged your head down onto his shoulder and began running his fingers along the base of your neck in a soothing pattern.

“You never answered my question earlier.” He murmured, resting his jaw against your head. “You okay, sweet girl?”

You sighed, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment as you mulled over your feelings. You were a sensitive soul to begin with, and your boss had been on edge all morning when he finally snapped at you for something you had no control over, which ultimately had you tearing up for the rest of the day. When you’d walked through the door crying, Frank’s eyes flashed violently between anger at your boss and sympathy for you. The sympathy had won, and now you were in a beautiful cabin in upstate New York, wrapped in his strong arms. Still, you weren’t sure how you were going to deal with your boss’ temper when you returned to work on Monday.

“I don’t know,” you finally replied, shrugging, “Can you ask me again later?”

You felt his cheeks widen into a small grin. He nodded, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Don’t think I won’t.” He teased, calling you on your avoidant tendencies before you could even notice them yourself.

“How long have you had this place?” You wondered, nuzzling into his heated skin.

“I bought it a few months after Maria and the kids.” He said softly, almost whispering when he had to relay his wife’s name aloud. “Thought maybe I was done with the city. Change can be good, ya’ know?”

“But you came back.” You lifted your head from his shoulder so you could look him in the eyes.

“But I came back.” He parroted, nodding. “And then I met you.”

“And you stayed.” You finished for him.

“Of course I stayed. Couldn’t leave you behind, sweet girl. ‘ve been sweet on you since the day I met you.”

This was true. From the moment you’d met, he’d been nothing but gentle and kind toward you. You had no idea, of course, that this type of behavior was incredibly far away from Frank Castle’s usual attitude until you’d met Matt Murdock, who was so shocked at Frank’s subdued personality and general softness around you that Frank had to physically close Matt’s gaping jaw for him.

“But you never sold the place?” You questioned.

“I figured we might need somewhere to run away to every once in a while. Are you mad that I didn’t tell you about it before today? I wanted it to be a surprise.”

For a moment, he looked genuinely worried that he might’ve upset you.

“How could I be mad when I’m sitting in this enormous tub, surrounded by candles and champagne, pressed up against the man of my dreams?”

He smiled then, and you could tell it was a genuine smile because of the way his cheeks dimpled at the corner of his laugh lines. It was an award winning smile, you thought. You gently set the empty champagne glasses on the edge of the tub before cupping his cheeks in your hands.

“My Frankie,” you mumbled, running your thumbs across his cheekbones, “What would I do without you?”

You really hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but every time you looked at him, you felt yourself being pulled closer and closer to him. His compassion and kindness toward you, even after everything he’d been through, was something you couldn’t avoid leaning into. All your life you’d been taking care of others, and finally, here was someone begging to take care of you.

“You don’t have to worry about that, okay? ’m here to stay.” He mumbled, bringing the pads of your fingertips to his lips for individual, soft kisses. “I love you, and ‘m gonna take care of you forever.”

Tears welled in your eyes as an overwhelming rush of emotion passed over you. In your arms was a man that should’ve been bitter and angry at the world around him. He had earned the right to become spiteful and hardened, and no one could fault him for that. And yet - and yet - in your arms was a man that loved you with his entire being. Who understood you at your core, saw the dark parts of you, and loved those parts even more. Who was soft for no one but you. Who you loved, too.

A tear slid down your cheek as you kissed him, long and slow and sensual because you wanted nothing more than to wrap yourself around him and never let go. He smiled into the kiss, cradling your head with his beautiful, calloused hands. It wasn’t enough. You needed his gentle touch everywhere. Pressing yourself against him, you felt yourself sliding along his achingly hard cock, raising the already warm temperature in the room to searing. Heat pulsed between your legs, begging to be touched.

“My pretty girl,” he mumbled against your lips, kissing the corner of your mouth before following the curve of your jawline to your neck, “My pretty, sensitive girl.”

The praise made your head swim. You rocked your hips again, sliding along his length until you were hovering directly over him, waiting for the go ahead to sink down. He grunted, pressing open mouthed kisses up your throat before coaxing your hips lower and lower. You gasped when he finally pushed into you, and Frank took the opportunity to lick the inside of your gaping mouth as he did so. You shuttered against him, wanting everything he had to offer and more.

“P-please, Frankie.” You murmured, arching your back as he bucked his hips upwards.

“Please what, sweetheart?” He breathed, wrapping one of his enormous hands around the back of your head, forcing you to look down at him as you rode him. His other arm was wrapped around your torso, tugging your hips forward and back to stimulate your clit against the base of his cock. It was such an erotic way to be held that you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks. He leaned his head against your forehead and kissed the tears that made their way down your flushed skin. “Tell me, sweet girl.”

“I l-love you.” You purred, stuttering as he made his way down your body, kissing everywhere he could reach. When he got to your pebbled nipples, you sucked in a sharp breath. He knew exactly how to get you off, and he was staring right at them.

“I love you too, pretty girl.” He grinned and pressed a chaste kiss to each of your nipples, eliciting a pornographic moan from deep in your chest.

He continued to push and pull your hips in a steady rhythm, grinding your clit against his pelvis as you bounced up and down his length. Slowly, in a teasing manner that had a new wave of fresh, needy tears streaming down your cheeks, he leaned forward and circled his tongue around the sensitive nub. You whined with impatience as he pulled away, only to offer the same kitten lick to your other breast. You knew he would take care of you like he always did, but his teasing was making your entire body tremble with anticipation.

“I know, I know,” he cooed, kissing the valley between your breasts, “‘t’s okay, baby. Be patient. I’ll take care of you.”

You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut as you let out a mewl. You felt the hand Frank had been using to hold your head steady loosen its grip, and suddenly, he was softly wiping the tears away from under your eyes with his thumbs.

“You’re doing so good for me, bunny.” He murmured, and you very nearly came at the pet name he loved to praise you with. “‘m gonna make you feel real good, okay?”

“Please,” you begged, digging your fingers into his shoulders, “Need you.”

That was all it took for Frank to finally snap. In one swift motion, he wrapped his lips around your breast and began to run his tongue across your sensitive nipple. His hand traveled from cradling your cheek to rubbing small, sloppy circles around your pulsing clit. You keened, overcome with so much pleasure that you felt your entire body trembling against Frank’s.

The bathroom was big enough for your soft moans to echo, and other than the sloshing of the bath water, that was the sound Frank heard as you came apart on top of him. Your head was spinning as the heat in your gut finally found its release, uncoiling in waves of overwhelming pleasure that sent you reeling.

“That’s it,” he breathed, “Just like that, pretty girl. You’re so good for me, baby.”

His fingers hadn’t stopped circling your clit. You were quickly growing overstimulated and conflicted, wanting nothing more than to keep riding him while also needing to get away from his dexterous and sinful fingers. He watched you for a moment, in awe - the way your lips parted every time a moan slipped out of your mouth, the heaving of your chest as your heart rate tried and failed to return to normal, the intense trembling of your limbs every time he circled your clit. He wasn’t worthy. He knew that. He didn’t care. He’d take care of you for as long as you’d let him, and he’d enjoy every second of it.

“F-Frankie,” you stuttered in between heaving breaths, “I can’t- I’m- It’s sensitive.”

“Shh, sh, sh, sh, I know, baby. I know,” he cooed, pressing soft kisses to your collarbone and up your neck, “Can you give me one more, bunny? Be good and give me one more.”

You shuttered against him, resting your forehead against his and breathing out a sultry whine. He continued his onslaught of kisses along your jawline, following the upward curve of your chin until his lips were on yours again. His agile tongue swept into your mouth mid-moan, sending heat into your already molten core.

“Wanna feel you come around me again, baby.” He groaned and tightened his hold around your torso, sweeping his tongue along your bottom lip before capturing your mouth in his again.

He had brought you to the brink again already. You squeezed around him, earning a rare groan from Frank. The usually stoic and quiet man let out another sinful moan when you arched your back and squeezed again. He was as close as you were to the edge, and God, the tension was palpable.

Finally, in a moment of pure bliss, he nipped at your bottom lip and let out a soft, barely there whimper, which sent you careening off the edge and into oblivion. You could feel yourself clenching around him as you came, but your head had been sent straight to a euphoric haze. Your heart thundered in your chest as Frank wrapped his arms around your torso and held you tight against his chest, coming inside your sensitive, throbbing pussy.

You’d both worked yourselves into a haze, high off each other’s touch. The comedown was gentle and warm - soft caresses of each other’s skin, chaste kisses pressed to collarbones and fingertips, thundering heartbeats slowing in unison. The bath water was surprisingly still warm, and you couldn’t help but nuzzle into Frank’s chest with languorous, droopy eyes.

“You okay?” He asked, running his fingers up the length of your spine.

You nodded into his chest, sighing. “I’m perfect.”

“‘m glad.” He responded, kissing your forehead lightly. “‘m sorry you had such a rough week.”

“I’m not.” You giggled, glancing around at the luxurious bathtub you were in. “This place is like a dream.”

He held you tighter against him, resting his chin on your head before responding.

“You don’t know the half of it, pretty girl.”

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soleilcastle · 15 days

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YAAAAAAYYY

KASTLE IS ALIVEEEEE!

THEY'RE FUCKING BACK 🆘

#jon bernthal #frank castle #jonny bernthal #the punisher #frank castle fluff #jonbernthaledit #frank castle gif #frankcastleedit #kastle #karen page x frank castle #matt murdock #daredevil born again #daredevil #karen page #deborah ann woll

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xxxbbeee · 10 months

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Jon is training for 💀

#jon bernthal #jonny bernthal #the punisher

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odinsonsnightmare · 1 year

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he looks so incredibly handsome and soft 😩🤍

#jon bernthal #jonny bernthal #jonthan edward bernthal #jonbernthaledit #i love you #handsome #hes so handsome I may die #how

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oliviajdjarin · 8 months

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Endings and Beginnings

Pairing: frank castle x fem!reader (she/her; afab)

Summary: After years of carnage, Frank finally comes home.

Warnings: heavy blood descriptions, Frank is an ass, kissing, reader has blue eyes, sexual implications, swearing, off canon, but a HEA.

A/N: Happy birthday @leahkenobi.

Word Count: 1.3k Type: blurb

You used to adore the rain.

How the wind it brought with it filled your home with a slight chill, causing you to cozy up in a blanket, no matter the season. How its ambiance always put your mind at ease, spelling out the plans for the rest of the day with its pitter patter pitter patter on the windowsills. How, despite the stickiness it brought, it always made a warm summer day just a little bit warmer. These nuances had always calmed you, squeezed every anxious thought from your brain like ringing out a cloth. It was warm, homey, weakening.

Now, all it does is make you pray.

Pray that the man you love is warm. Is safe. Is sheltered. Is not alone.

No matter how much you prayed, however, the pitter patter of the rain always seemed to illustrate visions of the soft pitter patter of his blood dribbling onto Hell's Kitchen's dirty streets. All alone.

All alone.

You shook your head, taking another sip of your coffee. Thinking like that caged you in a fit of endless anxiety, dragging you down a rabbit hole of fear and doubt and rage. You couldn't live like that anymore. You didn't deserve to live like that anymore.

They were the last words he had said to you that January night he had left you, and goddamn was he right.

You inhaled the sweetness of the caramel swirl sitting at the top of your beverage, allowing it to replace the feeling of him on your body. You had never managed to get it out of your head. No matter how hard you tried.

You finished off your drink and wiped your mouth, standing up to place it into the sink and actually begin getting ready for the day, when a dark shape appeared in your peripheral vision. It blocked out the delicate grey light seeping in your front door windows, and after staring at it for a few moments, you realized it would not move any time soon. You rolled your eyes and headed towards your door, ready to give the teenage boys constantly ding-dong-ditching you a piece of your fucking mind.

When you opened the door, however, the stature was that of the man you had been thinking of only seconds before.

So familiar it was skin deep, yet it chilled you down to your bones.

Wide - wide - shoulders, layered with a thin black hoodie. Standard height, a bulky torso, accompanied with equally bulky legs encased in baggy jeans. Feet always shoulder-width apart, decorated with decaying high-top sneakers that were once a tasteful grey, but were now a tree bark brown. His head turned down just enough for the majority of his face to be blocked by the rim of his black hat, but not enough to disguise his chiseled jawline.

So much heat rushed through your veins, as well as leather, black coffee, and iron in your nose.

So much iron.

You had just started to forget when he smelled like.

He continued staring down at his feet, his hands placed behind his back. He was positioned as a soldier would be as a medal was placed around his neck. Or a criminal turning himself in.

You smiled slightly, realizing he was a little bit of both.

Finally, he rose his head to meet your gaze, eyes squinting as they ran all over your face and neck. Some rain has soaked through his cap, sending streaks of water down his purple eyes. Your eyes softened at the severity of his bruises, as well as the small trail of stitches down his left cheek.

Despite it all, he smiled at you.

"I forgot how blue your eyes get when you look at me," he said with a slight chuckle. Hearing his voice again, deep and groveled from what had to have been a concoction of lack of sleep, cold from the rain, and his attempt to mask the pain. "Still makes me smile."

You just kept staring at him. Rattled and riddled with the inconceivable vision of him on your fucking doorstep.

He cleared his throat and looked down again, rocking himself back and forth on his heels slightly, his hands still behind his back. Until, his left one was suddenly in front of you, holding a bouquet of sunflowers, white roses, and lilacs.

How he had managed to keep the arrangement dry from the rain, you had no idea.

"Happy Birthday," he whispered roughly, and looked at you with more softness than you had ever seen in your life.

You took the bouquet from him with shaking fingers, setting it down lightly on the ground behind you, before turning back to him. You wondered if the water dripping down his face was not purely for the rain.

You couldn't hold yourself back any longer. You reached forward, grasping the collar of his hoodie, and tugged him forward. He stumbled slightly, always impressed at your strength, before chuckling again.

That chuckle quickly died as you unzipped the front, revealing his skull-covered vest coated in oxidized blood.

You closed your eyes, taking a slow, deep breath, before opening them again. You ran your fingers down the skull gently, starting from his collarbone all the way down to his belly button, and your eyes became blurry with tears as you did it.

You looked back up at him, sniffling lightly when you were met with his silken gaze again, and asked quietly, "Is it done?"

He shuddered slightly, knowing exactly what you meant. His eyes never drifted from yours as he replied, "Yes."

It was your turn to shudder. He brought his hands forward and placed them on your own, bringing them to his mouth. Kissing every knuckle. Eyes still locked to yours.

Through your tears, you asked, "Are you done, Frank?"

His eyes darkened at the sound of his name from your lips, and a chill ran down your back. His name had been an endless echo in your brain for months, and yet, you hadn't said it.

He managed to nod. "Yes."

And with that, he leaned forward, the rim of his hat brushing your forehead slightly as he kissed your forehead, your temple, your nose, your cheek, and then finally, your lips.

It was the gentlest he had ever kissed you, essentially lips against lips, as well as his scruff rubbing against you slightly. You nearly whined at the feeling, knees weakening at the thought that he was here, and he was finally yours.

"All yours, baby," he whispered against your mouth.

He had always been able to read your mind, and it was that domestic reminder that compelled you to pull him into your mouth completely, and walk him inside.

He met your vigor with his own, reaching one hand behind him to close the door and lock it, and the other to reach into your hair, tipping your head back to give him access to every inch of your mouth. He practically growled at the feeling, pressing his chest into you completely, and moving his hands down to squeeze your thighs before reaching around to the back pockets of your jeans. He stuck his hands in them gently, and both of you smiled.

You leaned in to kiss him again, but he removed one hand from your pocket to take your chin in his fingers. His eyes locked firmly on yours.

"I'm never," he mumbled, caressing your chin as he spoke, "ever leaving you again."

Not an atom inside you doubted him. You shook your head, and with a smile wide enough to meet his eyes, he leaned in to peck your lips.

"Pretty girl."

Frank Castle kept his word.

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youwillfindilluminating · 4 months

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happy hanukkah to these beauties right here 👀

#brett goldstein #roy kent #jon bernthal #jonny bernthal #frank castle #I was thinking about them and their gorgeous hair at work and couldn't resist #bring frank castle and karen back to me please I miss them #happy hanukkah

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alinabernthal · 1 year

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Omg??????? 🥵

#jon bernthal #jonny bernthal

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mrsswaino · 2 years

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i’m in love .

sam rossi x f!reader .

warnings : 18+. smut, drug use, cunnilingus, established relationship/married.

okay - here's the soft high sam rossi smut in honor of 4/20. sorry it’s not as long as i wanted but work with me here, i've had a lot of med switches recently so i've been all over the place recently, but it’s one of my favorite holidays - so i can't not get this out today when i already promised it forever ago. on that note, i still don't know how i feel abt this but i hope you like.

there was just something so calming about it all. the soft music filling in the gaps of silence. the lingering touches. the little fits of giggles, and an exchange of light slaps on arms. the pretty lips exhaling puffs of smoke. the wrinkles under eyes, because your smiles can't help but reach them.

you can't help but find yourselves utterly content. soon enough you're all wrapped up in each other's arms giggling while lighting the pipe for each other.

“i love ya’, y’know that?” sam’s mumbling, after burning his thumb lighting the pipe for you.

“mm, i’d sure hope so” you answer back, showcasing the ring on your left hand with a giggle.

the instinct that had grown over these years takes over, and soon his lips are meeting yours ever so gently. you find yourself bringing your hand up to cradle his jaw, and smiling fondly into the kiss. and though the gentle kiss is nice, you can't resist the temptation to nip at his bottom lip. and before you know it,

“ya’ don't wanna do that, sweetheart” is being muttered against your lips.

all you can think to do is hum into the kiss, because what does he know? what if it is what you want to do. and really, what's the worst that can happen? so, you bite his lip. really it's his fault if you think about it, there's a possibility you wouldn't have if he never made a comment. it just sounded so - so daring.

and it was. and he intended for you to do it again, he does know you best after all. but what he didn't quite anticipate is the harsh tug on his roots that followed. which really just gave him an excuse to do exactly what he wanted to do.

you knew he was gonna counter, you'd be a fool not to. you were honestly looking forward to it, and as expected you're being flipped onto your back.

“what'd i say about bitin’, darlin’?”

“what? ya gonna bite me back?” and almost as soon as it comes out of your mouth, you're feeling a bite on your chest.

you're letting a little fond giggle out, because did he really just bite your tit?

“that's funny to you?” sams questioning, but doesn't bother to give you a chance to respond before his lips are on yours again.

compared to earlier though, it's just a little less sweet and gentle, and a lot more needy. soon enough though, you're recognizing the slight dampness of your panties. just in sams shirt, and your underwear you find yourself thinking. and before you really process the thought, you're taking sams hand in yours and placing it right on top of the damp spot of your panties.

“fuck - darlin’’ sam responds, with his beard tickling the skin of your neck.

his self control was already hanging on by a thread, and you just snapped it. as soon as his hand is making contact with your panties, they’re being thrown across the room. he opts to leave the shirt, instead just pulling it up to leave a trail of needy kisses down your torso.

pulling your thighs onto his shoulders, he looks up at you so adoringly before laying a gentle kiss to one. to be quite frank, he's got the munchies. he also can't think of anything he’d rather do in this moment then see you falling apart on his tongue. with one last glance up at you, his tongues dipping into your folds. once he’s tasting you on his tongue, he’s letting a groan at the taste and you can't help but let a small whimper out at the feeling.

the patterns he’s making with his tongue almost immediately have your thighs wrapping around his head, you're not surprised since he’s dedicated years to finding out everything he could do to please you. when his lips wrap around your clit though, you can't help trying to squeeze your thighs together even harder, but he doesn't budge, in fact all it seems to do is motivate him. to distracted with the way he’s sucking your clit, you let out a gasp of the feeling of two fingers entering you. with a curl of sams fingers, your heels are digging into his back. you’re already starting to feel that knot form in your stomach, and you're sure he knows with the way he’s looking up at you. but if he doesn't, hopefully he gets it from the broken speech falling from your lips.

“give it to me, princess - c’mon.” he practically demands from between your thighs.

seconds after the muffled words leave his mouth, you’re cumming. he doesn’t stop for a few moments, helping you ride it out. once he’s finally leaving the space between your thighs he’s bringing his fingers to his mouth.once they part though, his lips are meeting yours.

“you got a few more in ya’ right, darlin'?”

#jon bernthal smut #jon bernthal #jon bernthal x reader #sam rossi #sam rossi x reader #sam rossi smut #jonny bernthal

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