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anthrcpophagi · 9 months

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Maren's Kill Count (currently)

Penny Wilson, 20s, a babysitter that wanted kids and adored Maren. Was eaten entirely one night while her mom was out, leaving nothing behind but her eardrum. Edgartown, PA

Luke Vanderwall, 8, a boy Maren befriended at a summer camp. He invited her to see his tent in the woods and she ate him Catskills, NY

Jamie Gash, 10, the son of her mom's boss at the time. He befriended Maren at a party her mom dragged her along to and, after showing her his favorite telescope in his bedroom, he tried to kiss her and she ate him. Badgserstown, MD

Dmitri Levertov, 11, a foreign exchange student that had the bad luck of getting paired with Maren at school. They were assigned to do a project together and Maren ate him at the park. New-fontaine, SC

Joe Sharkey, 12, a fellow classmate and neighbor who took a liking to Maren. He invited her on a picnic and she ate him before dumping his belongings into the swamp. Buckley, FL

Kevin Wheeler, 13, tba, Fairweather, NJ

Noble Collins, 14, a misfit that Maren befriended after moving to Maine. After falling to his death from an old lighthouse, Maren was afraid she'd be blamed for his death and ate him to cover it up. Holland, ME

Marcus Hoff, 15, tba, Barron Falls, MA

C.J. Mitchell, 16, Clover Hills, NY

Andy, an employee at a Walmart that Maren visited on her way to find her father. He caught her stealing and offered to buy her food in exchange for her 'company'. But when he tried to kiss her in his car, she panics and eats him. Pittston, IA

Travis, 30s, an orderly at Bridewell State Hospital, who was assigned to care for Maren's father. He took a liking to Frank Yearly and when Maren finally came to visit, he offered to give her a place to stay. After admitting that his reason for helping her included his desire to die at the hands of an eater, Maren left, disgusted. She never ate him, but later found his car abandoned by a bridge and assumed to have committed suicide. She takes responsibility for his apparent death.

Sully, Maren's estranged grandfather and Frank Yearly's adopted father. After Frank was found abandoned at a busstop as a child, likely due to his eater-nature, Sully took him in when he smelled what he was. After trying to attack Maren, she knocks him out and eats him.

Kerri-Ann, college student at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, who took a liking to Lee while he was travelling with Maren. After being rude to Maren and trying to convince him to ditch her, Lee eats her. Maren uses Kerri-Ann's student credentials and ID to get around campus.

Lee, a fellow eater Maren befriended and fell in love with on her journey to find her dad. One night, when the two of them were drunk, they have sex and Maren blacks out. In the morning, she's covered in blood and Lee is no where to be found, only his clothes and hat are left on the floor.

Jason, college student at UWM and who had a crush on Maren. After seeing her working in the campus library, he kept visiting her in an attempt to ask her out. One day, she lures him into a supply closet by flirting with him and then eats him.

#reminder that maren is babie but also a murderer #the truth won’t set me free ( headcanons ).#baby shoes for sale; never worn ( penny ).#i want to be devoured; bones and all ( lee ).#family secrets written in blood ( sully ).#daddy’s little demon ( frank ).#mama’s little monster ( mama ).#he’s mine you can’t have him ( kerri ann ).#the start of a new era ( jason ).#caught between the jaws of fate ( joe ).#i saw galaxies in your eyes ( jamie ).#went to the woods and hoped for wolves ( travis ).#you could’ve been something someday ( luke ).#gore tw #death tw

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pnuk-r0ck · 1 year

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How is Frank able to pull every single man he’s had an encounter with

#Mank fight fuck???#Rank????#Grank????????#Sugar Baby Frank and his sugar daddy(I hate myself for saying that but it’s true) Jarrod #ANTHONY “YOU LOOK GOOD TODAY BABY BOY” GREEN #ALL THAT FREE STUFF FRANK GOT #HOW DOES HE DO IT #Frank Iero #Mcr #My Chem #Victor Speaks

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drdeathdefyissy · 2 years

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#harrison ford baby daddy #mcr #my chem #my chemical fucking romance #frank iero #frank tweets are elite

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sundead · 1 year

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Binged The Last of Us and wowie zowie am I unwell

#like I am physically sick #going from ‘you’re cargo’ to ‘it’s okay baby girl’ to ‘It wasn’t time that did it’ just ended me #i think i need therapy #nothing has ever reaffirmed my daddy issues the way this has #the blood the carnage the way joel just fucking decimated that hospital and carried ellie out of there #joel miller #ellie tlou #pedro pascal #bella ramsey #edit: I’m adding more tags cause I have more thoughts #bill and frank’s story didn’t have the emotional impact I thought it would but honestly made me so happy #I know they die but it wasn’t sad. they’d lived full lives together and went on their terms and to get to see that was I don’t even know #it didn’t hurt it made me cry the ‘old means we’re still here’ is what got me #these two would’ve grown up through the 80’s and they survived 20 years into the apocalypse and then got to die in each others arms #I don’t know how else to describe it but like #I don’t know #it made me cry #but because they lived and loved for so long #and then Henry and Sam #I think their story gets to me the most #that one hurts A Lot #they got so close #to getting out to moving on to escaping and I just #all Henry wanted was to save Sam and to look after him and give him a life #and they got so close #and then Henry freezes and then he shoots Sam to save Ellie #and that’s the first person he’s ever killed #and don’t get me started on Kathleen #I cant add enough tags to say all the things I want to say but aaaaah #anyways I’m gonna go listen to the opening theme ‘til I fall asleep lest I succumb to my feelings and pull an all nighter thinking about it

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violetmuses · 2 years

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Holder, circa early 2000s. 🖤

J Krew: @nerdysuperchick @a-reader-and-a-writer @babblydrabbly @lacontroller1991 @shadowkittybucky @loverhymeswith @justin-hammers @weallhaveadestiny @xoxabs88xox @katjnordstrom96 @skvatnavle @mayhem24-7forever @lilisangel @peakyrogers @sociiallydiisoriiented @heresathreebee

#joel kinnaman #frank wagner #stephen holder #johan falk #headcanons #no thoughts only him #the killing #movies #series #that's my baby #my husband #daddy #poppa

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jamminvroomvroom · 1 month

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4k celebration

i want to see feral lando. dom lando. choking and degrading and rough lando. maybe a bad race, maybe flirting with another driver. weeknd vibes lando. rough rough rough lando.

heat.

ln x fem!reader - 4k celebration

in which lando fucks you until the sun comes up :)

i am. feral. there are no words to describe how unhinged i am over this, this is super self indulgent and i cannot thank you enough anon hehe - lemme know what y’all think ily! <3

songs to set the mood: earned it by the weeknd, novacane by frank ocean, heaven angel by the driver era

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, pwp with a bit of plot, choking, crying, swearing, overstimulation, neck? riding? (hehe), degradation, a slap or two, soft dom!lando, also not so soft dom!lando (he switches up a bit), just feral unhinged vibes

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foreglow:

the glow of light appearing in the sky preceding sunrise

the sunrise casts a tangerine foreglow over your bodies, the bed, everything the light can touch.

lando’s slumped against the headboard and you’re sprawled over his lap, legs hooked over his, with his hand working between your thighs.

it’s been hours. he’s had you spread out for him, countless positions and locations utilised. you were paying for your behaviour over the race weekend, but really, it was all his fault.

he’d been too cocky, looked too good, the australian air getting to his head. you’d been glowering at him since you’d arrived in the land down under, watching in erotically charged horror as he paraded around looking, to put it simply, slutty. tight shorts, arms out, neck on display for all to see. his fucking neck. god, it looked so thick, flexing every time he turned to smirk at you. the heat rendered you delirious, and so did he.

and you couldn’t even think about that fucking daddy bracelet he’d been sporting.

you decided you needed payback, in the form of some carefully constructed, harmless flirting with everyone from the mechanics to the guys on the pit wall old enough to be your father. but lo and behold, it worked, and that’s how you found yourself in this position.

the position in question?

being fucked every which way lando deemed fit until the sun came up.

“you learnt your lesson yet, baby?” lando grunts into your ear, pinching your clit between his fingers.

your thighs are soaked, shaking uncontrollably, and your head has lulled back against his shoulder. you’re breathing heavily, your back flush against his front and he’s restless. you’ve lost count of the number of orgasms you’ve been pushed to.

“lan.” you breathe, eyes fixated on the bracelet adorning his wrist. the kitschy trinket sends liquid fire down your spine and you spasm as he continues to swirl his calloused thumb over your clit.

“that’s not an answer.” he tuts, slipping his fingers through your slit until he’s circling your weeping entrance. you’re coated with slick, some of it his from where he’d fucked you up against the wall a good few hours ago. “have you,” he kisses your shoulder, trailing his fingers that were digging into your hip up your belly. “learnt your lesson?” his teeth sink into your flesh at the same time he pinches your nipple.

you gasp out a cry of his name, slurring incomprehensibly, “yes, yes, ‘m sorry, i’m so sorry.” you sob. his chest rumbles cruelly with laughter and you’re hurtling towards another release, the overstimulation making it easy for him to get you off.

“that’s all you needed to say, honey.” lando coos condescendingly.

as if he’s rewarding you for owning up, two of his fingers sink into your entrance, sliding deep. the sound of your wetness sends your eyes rolling back as he scissors his digits in and out of you, speeding them up into a delicious grind. you’re a mess in seconds, slumped into him as close as can be. kisses over your neck soothe you and you feel the wet rush of your release approaching quicker than you can comprehend it. you gush all over his fingers, dripping down his wrist, coating that annoying fucking bracelet.

“there you go, baby. so good for me.” he whispers, slowing his thrusts. “can you turn over for me? want you to look at me.”

you pant as you wriggle around in his arms until you’re straddling his lap. you can feel yourself dripping on him, his thick length sliding between your folds. the exhaustion renders you languid, ready to let him do just about whatever he wants to you next.

lando cups your breast, stroking gently over your nipple while he runs his tongue all over his long fingers. he loves to make you watch, torturing you until you’re needy for another release.

“you think you can do a few more for me?” lando smirks, bringing the fingers that he’d just licked clean to your other breast, fiddling with your other nipple. he has you rolling your hips against him, inadvertently chasing another high already. he loves it, revels in how he can reduce you to this, so desperate that you’re grinding down on his cock, a wet mess in his lap, all for him.

“yeah, lan.” you nod profusely, your tired eyes locked with his. the early morning sun hits them enticingly, making them sparkle green in the warm light. he looks disgustingly gorgeous like this, soft and yours, resting against the headboard, curls spilling over his forehead and into his eyes. if you didn’t know that he was mulling over a million twisted ideas in his brain that involved resorting you to tears of pleasure, you’d think he looked adorable.

“good.” he grins. “not even nearly done with you.” he looks evil; your thighs clench around his hips.

without moving you off of his lap, he uses his strength to slide down the bed until he lays flat. he beckons you to crawl up his body, and you find the strength to wriggle over him, thighs resting on either side of his neck when he stops you.

“you gonna slide your pretty little cunt over my neck?” lando asks, wrapping his huge hands around your thighs. you gulp, staring down at him dumbfounded. “don’t look at me like i’m crazy, baby. you think i don’t see you staring at it with that special little look in your eyes?” he teases. “get to fucking work, i’m not gonna ask again.”

hesitantly, you lower yourself against his his skin, flaming red with embarrassment and lust. you can’t lie and pretend that you aren’t utterly enticed by this, that you aren’t leaking down your thighs at the prospect of sliding your pussy along his tanned, flexed flesh. the adventurousness of the escapade makes your legs tremble, nerves eating you alive, but it’s all worth it when you feel that first glide.

you curse out, loud and breathy, the new sensation creating lewd sounds between you. he’s obsessed, staring up at you in mischievous awe as you rock your hips backwards and forwards. you tangle one hand in his hair, tugging hard in sheer desperation, while the other hand balances you against the headboard so you don’t crush him. he guides your hips like he wants to die like this, suffocated by you and everything you have to offer him.

“oh my fucking god.” you choke out a moan, jaw hanging agape as you continue to slide against him. every time you move forwards, you feel the delectable prickle of his trimmed facial hair scratching against your inner thighs and your eyes squeeze shut each time, pure pleasure bubbling in the pit of your belly.

“you have no idea how fucking good you look.” lando rasps, digging his fingertips into the meat of your thighs. you’re so tense, teetering on the very edge. the strength he possesses, his composure while you’re sitting on his fucking neck makes you throb.

you gaze down at him, feral, and it does something to him, because he’s yanking you up onto his parted lips, burying his face as far as it will go. you yelp, collapsing into the headboard as he holds you down on his tongue, lapping up your mess.

“can taste us.” he mumbles into the flesh of your cunt, barely audible, but you hear it and it makes you shiver. you black out as your orgasm hits, your ears ringing as bliss courses through your limp body like a delicious electric shock. your nerves are shot when he rolls you onto your back.

“fucking heaven.” lando groans, crawling over you as he licks his lips.

he’s invigorated by the taste of you, how spent you are, and how it’s all his fault. you can’t string a sentence together, but you’re grabbing at his toned body like you’re begging silently for more, anything. he needs to drive into you, fill up up, make you remember that your little games will always lead back to this, the reminder that you’re his.

“you sensitive, honey?” he growls, hand sliding between your legs while his necklace rests in the valley between your breasts. you whimper at the sensation, overloaded, nodding. you both know you need more; he needs more. “tough.”

lando practically folds you in half when he fucks into you, giving you no solace in adjusting to him. he ruts into you hard, fast, unrelenting as he sinks deeper and deeper with every thrust.

“you’re gonna behave from now on. you don’t need to make me jealous for me to fuck you.” he grunts. his slaps your hip, the harsh snap leaving a sting that has you convulsing. “this is what you deserve isn’t it? whoring yourself out because you were a wet mess for me all weekend.”

you whine his name, sobs wracking your body. he feels utterly divine hammering into you like life itself depends on it. you’ve lost track of where he stops and you begin, stars behind your eyes that turn into butterflies festering in your belly. you’re so full, flushed beneath him, gushing every time he opens his dirty fucking mouth.

“crying for me, love?” he mocks, lowering himself to get even closer to you, his tongue finding your tears tracks and licking the salty residue away until you’re shuddering.

“please, lando, please, told you i’m sorry.” you plead, begging for something undisclosed, but it’s okay, because he knows exactly what to do with you.

“be fucking quiet.” lando coos once more, sickeningly unsympathetic.

but you can’t help it, whimpering out his name, begging for some form of relief, or mercy, or for him to just fuck you impossibly harder. how can you be quiet when he’s tearing you so perfectly apart?

lando doesn’t like being disobeyed, so when you continue to sob, loud and lewdly, his hand finds it’s way to the base of your throat. your jaw goes slack, wheezing at the intense rush you get when he squeezes slowly, and you can’t help but let go.

“fucking- lando!” you writhe.

“i know, baby, i know.” he shushes you, hooking your leg even higher so that he can bury himself as deep as possible.

you spasm hard, impossibly tight around him and he stutters, collapsing you both hard into the mattress. you hold him so, so tight as he cums, shooting into you. you can feel him leaking out of you already, white hot, and laying there in a heap of sweat and adoration. he breathes a laugh, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“are you okay, honey?” he whispers, kissing your collarbone.

“just peachy. a bit knackered.” you giggle, tangling your fingers into his damp curls.

“so, you liked the bracelet then?” he teases, nose bumping against your cheek as he raises his wrist to your eye line.

“i think it needs a clean.” you wrinkle your nose, thinking about what the beads had been exposed to over the last few hours.

“let’s shower, hm? then we can watch the sunrise.” lando suggests, sitting you up slowly.

“you’re gonna need to carry me.” your legs are still quivering.

“anything for you.” he says, hand over his heart.

45 minutes later, the sun is sitting pretty, high in the sky.

7:26am, the clock reads. the melbourne skyline glimmers hot with the rise of a new day.

you’re snuggled into his side, wet hair cooling the heat of damp skin. your eyes flutter, barely fighting the urgent need to sleep.

“you have no idea how much i love you.” lando caresses your stringy locks, pushing the hair from your eyes.

your bare bodies mould together, basking in the orange of the dawn.

“love you.” you mutter, brushing your lips against his chest in an open mouthed kiss. “promise i’ll start behaving.” you snicker.

“but baby, you know i love it when you’re bad.”

“okay, i’ll remember that… daddy.” you retort, a teasing lilt to your tone.

he ignores the way his blood rushes south, too conscious of your exhausted body - and his own - to climb on top of you and fuck you until the sun sets once more.

“get some sleep.” he whispers through gritted teeth.

you sink into sleep while he watches over you. the view from the hotel room is gorgeous, breathtaking, but why would he give it even a millisecond of his attention when he has you?

head? empty.

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wifeofasith · 3 months

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Pretty and cock-drunk ༘♡ *.｡˖𓂃 ִֶָ

ׁ ֶָ֢ ⏤͟͟͞͞☕️ ׁ ࣭ warnings ! ۪ ׁ ⊹ || Dom!Anakin × Sub!Fem!Reader, dumbification, humiliation, inferiority, blowjob, size difference, power imbalance, dacryphilia, PiV mentioned, ownership, ddlg themes, begging, cum, pet names. MDNI

Anakin loves making you feel inferior when it comes to your sexual environment. He dislikes missing out on getting you on your knees and bullying your throat with his massive cock till you are deemed to be looking humiliated enough. It’s all a little game to him; will he cum enough to cover both your face and the inside of your mouth? Will you cry? You definitely will if you are wearing mascara. He just adores having streaks of paint running down your face, which you definitely won’t be cleaning too soon after he’s done. “Look at this fucked-out face, what a pretty girl.” He’d drag you to the mirror just to praise the ruined make-up. He genuinely found it beautiful too; the more ownership marks on you, the prettier you were in his eyes. And you were very owned inside and out. While for you it wasn’t a necessity, Anakin, to be frank, didn’t consider it a proper fuck if your cervix didn’t end up bruised. Luckily, it was quite difficult to avoid when he was well-gifted in his physical assets. “Look at it baby, all’s going in your pretty little pussy.” He’d rub it in your face by having his fully hard cock resting on top of your tummy, leaking precum all over you like a little sex doll. “Yeah? Think you can take daddy, pretty face? All the way in your guts, baby. Gonna stretch you good.” Anakin’s words were usually a perfect tool to make you drool and writhe under him as you pathetically begged for him to do all the things he’s promised you. He never told you, but it always takes a lot of self control to watch you plead for dick until your brain goes dumb and empty. He’d love to just ravage you as is, but he knows he’s a better tormentor when you’re a babbling excuse of a person who only thinks with her cunt. “There we go, dumb enough to use.”

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anthrcpophagi · 9 months

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tag dump

#tag dump #( visage ).#( inspiration ).#( aesthetics ).#the truth won’t set me free ( headcanons ).#i want to be devoured; bones and all ( lee ).#family secrets written in blood ( sully ).#mama’s little monster ( mama ).#daddy’s little demon ( frank ).#i never deserved your kindess ( mrs. harmon ).#i saw galaxies in your eyes ( jamie ).#went to the woods and hoped for wolves ( travis ).#he’s mine you can’t have him ( kerri-ann ).#you could’ve been something someday ( luke ).#baby shoes for sale; never worn ( penny ).#the start of a new era ( jason ).#a new meaning for skeletons in the closet ( cj ).#caught between the jaws of fate ( joe ).#the world’s in ruins; you’re still a monster ( apocalypse verse ).#they called me a monster so i became one ( scream verse ).#( wanted plots ).#( wanted opposites ).#( ask memes ).#( open ).#( ooc ).

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agirlcandream84 · 2 months

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How Boyfriend!Frank Would React to Your Car Breaking Down

Lord, I need therapy. This goes so hard in daddy territory that it's quite damning evidence of my psyche. I hope it is beloved by all.

Frank Castle x Reader

Word Count: 1,236 (~5 min read)

Warnings: 18+ only. Smut, Choking, P in V, a non-zero chance of daddy Frank

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"Ya know, I don't really like the fucking attitude right now," he grumbles, eyes still plastered to the road.

"Frank, quit it with the speech. I don't wanna hear it," you reply, your foot bouncing in agitation. Frank loved being a disciplinarian, his time in the Marines left a lasting impression.

"Oh you don't wanna hear it? Well you not hearin' it is the reason your car broke down and left you stranded. I told you to tell me if the engine light ever came on," he rants, exasperated at you getting yourself into a dangerous situation.

"I said I was sorry, just fucking drop it Frank," you reply, fast and clipped.

"I don't think you have apologized sweetheart," he correctly notes, "so at least spare me the damn attitude about being worried about my girl being stranded with a broke down car in the middle of fucking nowhere."

You hadn't meant to ignore the light. It was only on for a week and you had been so busy at work that it kept slipping your mind to let Frank know. When the damn thing finally puttered out along the forest preserve road, at night no less, you had contemplated not telling Frank at all but he would have really been livid if he found out. Begrudgingly, you called him from the side of the road and the man acted as if you were bound, gagged and left for dead amongst the forest. That agitated hand sweeping down his face the minute he exited his car, barking at you to "get in the goddamn car sweetheart" and even buckling your damn seatbelt (the gall of this man), as he inspected the car and arranged for a tow.

By the time you arrived home, half of Frank's dialogue was just under-breath-mumblings to himself, "in a fucking dress no less, freezing your ass off on the side of the road," and "the fucking car is practically on E, I swear to god you got a death wish or somethin'" as he shrugged off his coat and you stormed to the bedroom and slammed the door.

Seated on the edge of the bed, the weight of the day on you, you allowed yourself a brief pity party which turned into a healthy cry and eventually a hiccuped sob. It only took a moment to hear the soft tap on the door, Frank imploring you to open up.

"Fuck honey, don't cry," his voice, the kindness back in it, traveling through the door. "Come on baby, open up, hate hearin' you cry," he pleads.

You shuffle over to the door and burst into renewed sobs upon seeing Frank's face, all the softness back in it. Stuffing your face into Frank's chest, your mumble a muffled apology as he rubs big circles on your back, saying "That's my girl, let it out honey. S'alright," adding, "You know I worry about you babydoll, can't go scaring me like that." You nod and promise not to ignore the light again.

After a life-affirming shower, a good meal and copious snuggles on the couch, it's not long before you find yourself back in the bedroom being stretched by Frank's monstrous cock, him cooing how well you're taking it. What a good girl you are. His promises to make you feel good. He had you so close, the angle and slow guide of his cock drraaggiinnng against your swollen clit, the build leaving you breathless and whimpering.

His broad hand leaves your hip and lands gently on your throat, usually a precursor to sliding a thick finger into your mouth to suck on. You grip his wrist with both hands, his thick arm dwarfing yours in size easily as you feel the subtle tension in his arm, his hand gripping the column of your neck and squeezing slightly. A breathy "eh" forced from your throat as the sensation seems to heighten everything.

"Yeah, you like that sweetheart," Frank grunts, more slow drags that punch the tip of his cock into your cervix. You grip his forearm tight and squeeze your eyes shut, chasing the release swirling around the edges. Frank squeezes again, this time a little harder, and slows his pace to long, deep measured thrusts. You whine, your climax so close. Needing more of him, to be fuller.

"Want me to make you feel good, yeah sweetheart?" he asks, his tone almost pitying. You nod, whining again

"Gonna be a good girl for me then?" he asks, his cock nearly pulled out, just the tip teasing your hole now. He tightens his grip on your neck just a hair, enough to make a squirm. You nod in response to his question.

"Gonna do what I say when I say so?" he asks, inching his cock in further as his grip on your neck tightens again. Your chest is heaving, your airways compressed slightly, making every sensation floaty and dreamy. You whimper and clench your walls, nodding again.

"Gonna give me attitude when I'm takin' care of you?" he asks, sliding in deeper and gripping tighter. The action nearly floods your desperate pussy and makes your periphery vision start to blur. You couldn't feel the bed at your back or the hair tickling your neck or your earrings dangling from your ears. You only feel the sensation of Frank, claiming dominion over your body and pinning you in place, his cock in your walls and his hand on your throat. You barely manage to shake your head no at Frank's question, hugging his forearm to your chest.

"Who's in charge sweetheart?" he huffs, working to contain his own release, sinking so deeply you feel the punch of him again. His grip on your neck doesn't waver but his thumb swipes back and forth on your neck, he's practically cooing and shushes your whimpers. Your clit is swollen and achey, the smallest pressure and you'd tumble over the edge. You manage to murmur out "You Frankie" and he replies "Say it once more for me doll. Who's in charge?"

"You Daddy," you whimper and your response ignites him. He huffs out a "fuck" as he releases your neck and returns to a punishing pace all at once. The flood of stimulation returns to you in a tidal wave and it's only a moment until you're pulsing on his cock so tightly as you cum that he needs to slow his pace to acommodate.

He coos "fuck baby, you're alright. Sssh sshh, I got you," as you convulse on his cock, whimpers tumbling from your lips and your legs quaking with aftershocks. His brows furrow in concentration as he pumps you five more times, finally releasing his sticky seed in you. He pauses for a moment, panting, his hand landing softly on your mound above where his cock is tucked in you and his thumb gently massages your folds. You mewl and mumble "frankie" and reach for him before he bends to weave his arms behind your back and pull you up to him.

His cock still buried in you, he positions himself to lean on the headboard with you in his lap and you're still panting to catch your breath and draping heavy arms around his shoulders. He pulls you to his chest and lets his fingers graze on your back, planting kisses on your forehead while he tells you what a good job you did.

"You were such a good girl for me sweetheart," he says, adding "always gonna keep my girl taken care of," and that's the last thing you hear before drifting to sleep in his arms with his cock still buried in you.

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