#daddy frank got me acting up

[denim-devil]

“step-dad frank castle is so appealing to me, especially if he's taking advantage and slowly coruppting inexperienced!reader. really gets me going.

God. him standing behind me and slowly grinding his hips onto my back while I'm in the kitchen doing something or leaning behind the couch and him putting his hands on my hips for a second before apologising??? him 'playfully' twisting my nipples and saying it's a "joke" and now i just HAVE to play with them to get off... delicious”

One thing about Stepdad!Frank is that he loves the reactions, he loves how you get so lost in his touch, how each time he advances, from brushing his finger tips on your hips or rolling his body into your own whilst your doing the washing up, he loves it.

The first time it happened though, god he lost himself in you to. The bed rocked back and forth whilst he had you folded in two, his dick thick and heavy in your gut, slamming into you at such a fast pace you couldn’t help but hold onto the cotton sheets, scrunching them up tightly when his tip repeatedly probed at your sweet spot.

His balls, heavy, god he hasn’t had the time nor has he had it in so long…it’s wet and loud, sloppy and lewd yet he has no guilt, has no remorse, he fucking loves it, he’s so into it, it’s so animalistic, so rough and raw, his balls crashing into you with each thrust, slapping into your cheeks whilst he does the work, sweat covering his muscles, his tongue licking at his lips out of hunger because he can’t eat you whole at the same time.

When he crashes and burns, lets bliss take over, explodes deep in your boycunt, he’s limp against you, allowing each shot of his load paint your insides, allows it to flow past him and out, lets your hole practically drool, leak, makes you a mess, he only pulls out to nuzzle his face between your ass, laps up and also pushes two fingers into you, making sure that what he saved up for goes to use.

Whoever sent this ask- OOF

#male reader #x male reader #frank castle #frank castle x male reader #the punisher #daddy frank got me acting up #stepdad!frank

[agirlcandream84]

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.

#frank castle fanfiction #frank castle x reader #frank castle x you #frank castle fanfic #frank castle smut #frank castle x y/n #frank castle #frank castle fluff #frank castle comfort #frank castle fic

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Loretta Young (The Farmer’s Daughter, The Stranger, Love is News)— Her cheekbones!! Her lips!! Her big eyes and small nose and not quite classical features!! The planes of her face hypnotize me and her smile clears my mind of anything else. She’s an interesting beauty, not a standard one, almost in a Mads Mikkelsen type way (I repeat: cheekbones). Also I’m begging people to watch The Farmer’s Daughter, a charming rom com where my babygirl Joseph Cotten falls through the ice while skating because he got distracted by how pretty she was, and where Loretta puts on a 40s-bad Swedish accent and runs for Congress! Girlboss!

Marlene Dietrich (Shanghai Express, Witness for the Prosecution, Morocco)—its marlene dietrich!!!! queer legend, easily the hottest person to ever wear a tuxedo, that hot hot voice, those glamorous glamorous movies.... most famously she starred in a string of movies directed by josef von sternberg throughout the 1930s, beginning with the blue angel which catapulted her to stardom in the role of the cabaret singer lola lola. known for his exquisite eye for lighting, texture, imagery, von sternberg devoted himself over the course of their collaborations to acquiring exceptional skill at photographing dietrich herself in particular, a worthy direction in which to expend effort im sure we can all agree. she collaborated with many other great directors of the era as well, including rouben mamoulian (song of songs), frank borzage (desire), ernst lubitsch (angel), fritz lang (rancho notorious), and billy wilder (witness for the prosecution). the encyclopedia britannica entry im looking at while compiling this propaganda describes her as having an “aura of sophistication and languid sexuality” which✔️💯. born marie magdalene dietrich, she combined her first and middle names to coin the moniker “marlene”. she was a trendsetter in her incorporation of trousers, suits, and menswear into her wardrobe and her androgynous allure was often remarked upon. critic kenneth tynan wrote, “She has sex, but no particular gender. She has the bearing of a man; the characters she plays love power and wear trousers. Her masculinity appeals to women and her sexuality to men.” in the 1920s she enjoyed the vibrant queer nightlife of weimar berlin, visiting gay bars and drag balls, and in hollywood her love affairs with men and women were an open secret. she was an ardent opponent of nazi germany, refusing lucrative contacts offered her to make films there, raising money with billy wilder to help jews and dissidents escape, and undertaking extensive USO tours to entertain soldiers with an act that included her a playing musical saw and doing a mindreading routine she learned from orson welles. starting in the 50s and continuing into the mid-70s she worked largely as a cabaret artist touring the world to large audiences, employing burt bacharach as her musical arranger.

This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Loretta Young:

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

"ms dietrich....ms dietrich pls.....sit on my face"

"First of all, there are those publicity photos of her in a tux. Second of all, I have never been the same since knowing that she sent copies of those photos to her Berlin lovers signed "Daddy Marlene." Not only is she hot in all circumstances, but she can do everything from earthy to ice queen. Also, she kept getting sexy romantic lead parts in Hollywood after the age of 40, which would be rare even now. She hated Nazis, loved her friends, and had a sapphic social circle in Hollywood. She also had cheekbones that could cut glass and a voice that could melt you."

Bisexual icon, super hot when dressed both masculine and feminine, lived up her life in the queer Berlin scene of the 1920s, central to the 'sewing circle' of the secret sapphic actresses of Old Hollywood, refused lucrative offers by the Nazis and helped Jews and others under persecution to escape Nazi Germany, the love of my life

Her GENDER her looks her voice her everything

“In her films and record-breaking cabaret performances, Miss Dietrich artfully projected cool sophistication, self-mockery and infinite experience. Her sexuality was audacious, her wit was insolent and her manner was ageless. With a world-weary charm and a diaphanous gown showing off her celebrated legs, she was the quintessential cabaret entertainer of Weimar-era Germany.”

"The bar scene in Morocco awoke something in me and ultimately changed my gender"

"Her manner, the critic Kenneth Tynan wrote, was that of ‘a serpentine lasso whereby her voice casually winds itself around our most vulnerable fantasies.’ Her friend Maurice Chevalier said: ‘Dietrich is something that never existed before and may never exist again.’”

"Songstress, photographer, fashion icon, out bisexual phenom (notoriously stole Lupe Velez and Joan Crawford's men, and Errol Flynn's wife, had a torrid affair with Greta Garbo that ended in a 60-year feud, other notable conquests including Erich Maria Remarque -yes, the guy who wrote All Quiet on the Western Front- Douglas Fairbanks Junior, Claudette Colbert, Mercedes de Acosta, Edith Piaf), anti-Nazi activist. Marlene was a bitch - she had an open marriage for decades and one of her favorite things was making catty commentary about her current lover with her husband, and her relationship with her daughter was painful- but she was also immensely talented, a hard worker, an opponent of fascism and the hottest ice queen in Hollywood for a long time."

"She can sing! She can act! She told the Nazis to fuck off and became a US citizen out of spite! She worked with other German exiles to create a fund to help Jews and German dissidents escape (she donated an entire movie salary, about $450k, to the cause). She looks REALLY GOOD in a suit. If you're not convinced, please listen to her sing "Lili Marlene". Absolutely gorgeous woman with a gorgeous voice."

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"Bisexual icon and Nazi-hater. Looks absolutely stunning in the suits she liked to wear. 'I dress for the image. Not for myself, not for the public, not for fashion, not for men'."

"Did a bunch of humanitarian work during ww2, pretty sure a shot of her from Shanghai express was the inspiration for one of queens album covers and also her in the suit in Morocco (1930) CHANGED LIVES. I’m sure she’s already been submitted but I wanted an opportunity to submit one of my favourite pictures of her for the poll"

"would you not let her walk on you?"

#marlene dietrich #loretta young #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 2 #Youtube

[formulauno98]

Could you do Toto Wolff with wife reader? She always wrote those little notes on post-its and leaving them at his office whenever she was there, so that he will get a little endorphin boost when stress/working. I don't know if it make sense. Add something you'd like though. Thanks :))

Thank you for your message, I love this prompt, it got me inspired to write again! So without further ado, here is Post-Its, a short and fluffy fic, just for you.

Post-Its

Word Count: 800

Warnings: Pure, unadulterated fluff

Author’s Notes: Disclaimer, purely fiction.

“Remember not to throw your headphones today.”

Toto smiled at the looped handwriting on the pink Post-it note he’d found hidden between his iPad and the keyboard. His angry outbursts were at this point somewhat expected but after a particularly tough season, he’d struggled to keep a lid on it and had been smashing his headphones virtually every race weekend. After a frank conversation with the Mercedes-Benz board, he knew he had to reign it in.

That’s where you had come in, leaving Post-it notes to remind him throughout the race weekend not to make a complete fool of himself. In a nice way, of course. Your husband was a passionate man and you knew that he only acted this way from a place of caring too much. Not the biggest fault in the world.

As Toto settled down for the morning to reply to a few emails before quali got underway, he grinned, carefully putting the Post-it in his cardholder, trying to keep the sentiment in mind for later and tomorrow’s race. He’d barely started typing his first reply when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in.” His deep voice boomed, hoping that whoever it was was not going to take up too much of his time. Spare time was precious during race weekends and he was seldom left alone as Team Principal.

Luckily it was just his assistant coming in with coffee and a small box.

“Good morning boss,” she said, setting his coffee and the box down in front of him.

“Morning,” he said wearily, curious what was in the box, “Thank you but what is this?”

She smiled, “You’ve had a special delivery.”

Toto sat upright, he didn’t normally get deliveries to the motorhome, “From who?”

His assistant grinned more, “A special lady. I’ll leave you to open it but let me know if you need anything.”

As she made her way out of the room, Toto picked up the box in his large hands, wondering what it could be. You had already slipped a Post-it note into his iPad case, so knowing you it was probably a gag gift set of indestructible headphones.

Carefully undoing it, he was pleasantly surprised to instead find a small stack of Post-its, concertinaed together. Inspecting the first one, there was the familiar looped handwriting.

“Good luck and don’t fuck it up.”

He smiled, rifling through a few more motivational quotes, a lewd drawing (of course you couldn’t resist) and one final message, scrawled in classic toddler handwriting.

“I love you, Daddy.” 

Toto melted at the delivery and knew that whatever happened this weekend he had you and your young son to come home to. Carefully gathering the Post-its up, he added them to his cardholder alongside the one he’d found earlier.

—

A few hours later, Toto was in the garage and things were not going well. The engineering team had gotten the set-up completely wrong and George was knocked out in Q1, Lewis barely scraping through into Q2. He tried to remember the positive messages from the morning and willed himself to keep his temper in check, his nostrils flaring dangerously as he looked around the garage.

Breathing deeply, he put his hand in the pocket of his Mercedes raincoat, knowing that he couldn’t throw anything from there. Strangely, he didn’t remember having anything in his pockets as he’d just had his uniform dry-cleaned so when he found a folded-up piece of paper, he pulled it out, curious.

It was of course another Post-it.

“Darth Toto returns duh duh duh. Don’t go to the dark side.”

He smiled, you were truly ridiculous, always calling him Darth Toto when he wore his long hooded raincoat. No one else ever dared to.

From his right shoulder came the curious voice of his reserve driver, Mick, “What’s that?” he asked, eyeing the Post-it curiously. 

“Oh, just a silly thing from my wife.” Toto said, still slightly grinning, “She writes me these messages on Post-it notes sometimes.”

Mick looked surprised but didn’t question further and Toto felt much better about the situation.

—

It was race day and Toto was in a horrible mood. He had woken up early to pack as he had to leave immediately after the race and was throwing his shoes into his suitcase angrily and haphazardly, knowing that it was virtually pointless as he’d need to repack in a few days anyway.

As he gathered up his toiletries, a small yellow square fell out of his leather toiletry bag, floating to the floor. Bending down to pick it up, he laughed, reading the message.

“Hey handsome, you look good today.”

Once again he shook his head in disbelief, you were unlike anyone he’d ever met. His bad mood evaporated and he carefully put the Post-it note in his cardholder with the others he had collected over the weekend, knowing that whatever happened today he would keep his temper in check, knowing he was going to see you later that evening when he returned home.

#toto wolff x reader #toto wolff x you #toto wolff fanfic

[bunmurdock]

spotted pigeons and telepathic dog walkers | matt murdock x oralfixation!reader

summary: combined three inbox requests! (1) “sucking matt’s fingers for comfort” + (2) “having a bad day; matt lets you curl up in his lap while he whispers sweet nothings” + (3) “matt x oral fixation!reader; he would love how needy/clingy she is and oblige her with his fingers.” tags: humor, fluff, daddy!matt, use of a pet name (“pup”) word count: 918

“shh, there you go, sweetheart,” matt whispers. 

you're curled up in his lap. his thumb nudges its way between your parted lips, a gesture so deeply rooted in your shared moments of comfort. his skin tastes of the day's work, a hint of soap and something uniquely matt, and it grounds you, pulls you back from the edge of your anxieties.

“someone was a little firecracker today, hm? got all worked up, and now look at you, quiet as a mouse.” you suckle on his finger, cheeks puffing adorably. 

he laughs softly. “ah, there's that pout. knew it wouldn't be long.”

matt shifts, caressing your cheek with his other fingers. “let's see if we can't find a better use for that pout, hm?” his free arm reaching over to the nearby bluetooth speaker. soft, instrumental music fills the room.

“music to soothe the savage beast,” he quips, the laughter around his eyes crinkling with something more tender. he rocks you gently, the movement subtle but comforting. “or in our case, to soothe the sweetest pup in the world.”

~

“you know, i was thinking. maybe we should go birdwatching like you suggested. you and me, out in the park at dawn, and you can tell me when you see the rare... spotted pink pigeon.”

the absurdity of the statement, delivered with such faux seriousness, is enough to draw a reluctant smile from you.

“spotted pink pigeon doesn't exist, pup, but if it did, i’m sure it'd be as unique and lovely as you.”

he leans back against the couch, taking you with him. the question he's been pondering dances at the tip of his tongue, a gentle inquiry meant to bridge the silence that has settled between you.

“which, speaking of, we’ve been debating at the office. how would you feel about a little office mascot? foggy and kar—”

before he can continue, he feels your body tense slightly, the shift so subtle only someone as attuned to you as matt could notice. the question hangs in the air, unfinished, as he tunes into your reaction. there's a stillness about you, a hesitation that speaks volumes to him.

“ah,” he whispers, a gentle kiss pressed to the top of your head. “not the time for decisions, huh? that's okay. let's get your mind off of things.”

he shifts slightly, making sure you're nestled comfortably against him. 

“so. you’re not going to believe this. today, foggy brought in this client—mr. boetticher. a guy who claims he's developed a 'revolutionary' method to walk dogs telepathically. says he can control up to ten dogs at a time with just his mind.”

“and karen decided we should test this guy's claim. so, there we were, in the middle of central park, with foggy holding onto five leashes, more scared than i've ever seen him, and this guy concentrating so hard i thought he might burst a blood vessel.”

“of course, nothing happened. well, nothing except for the dogs deciding it was the perfect time to chase after a squirrel, taking foggy on a little unexpected adventure.”

matt pauses, feeling the vibrations of your giggles against his chest. “and then later, there's frank castle,” he continues, the smile evident in his voice. “dropped by today. turns out he has a soft spot for old jazz records,” he smirks. “walked in on him and karen having an impromptu dance session in the middle of the office.” 

“really?” you murmur around his thumb, eyes wide.

“mhm. when i walked in, never seen someone jump up so fast. tried to act all tough, like he hadn’t just been serenading karen with louis armstrong's greatest hits.”

your giggle fills the room, warm and hearty, as he continues. “but the highlight of the day? the office itself. ever since we moved to the new place, it's been one adventure after another. and today was no exception.”

“we've been dealing with this... let's call it a 'haunted' coffee machine. turns out, foggy was convinced it had a mind of its own. would randomly start brewing in the middle of meetings.”

you let out a soft snort, the image of foggy arguing with a coffee machine too vivid in your imagination.

“so today, karen had enough. she declared war on the coffee machine. it was a scene to behold, pup. karen, armed with the user manual, foggy providing moral support from a safe distance, and me, well, enjoying the show.”

your laughter is muffled against his chest, the silly image of the trio taking on an inanimate object a welcome distraction. 

“guess what?” matt's voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper. “took them three days to figure out foggy had been accidentally hitting the delayed start button with his elbow every time he leaned on the counter.”

your laughter bubbles up again, filling the room with warmth, and a look of pure fondness crosses matt’s face, a look reserved only for you. 

“but you know, the best part of today?” he continues, “was coming back to you, knowing that no matter how crazy the day gets, i've got a crazier little pup waiting for me—”

you bite down on his finger.

“ouch! alright alright. ah—no teeth.”

~

“so, how about we plan a day out? just you and me,” he teases gently, tilting your chin up to meet his smile with one of your own—even if he can’t see it, he feels it. “think of it as our little adventure, away from the stress and chaos. what do you say, pup?”

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[colleendoran]

An answer

I'm not going to post the question because I don't want the person who asked it to get piled on.

The magical art fairy did not give me a great and grand education that my mommy and daddy paid for.

My parents were poor and at one point homeless. They lived in a pigeon coop. With pigeons.

I was not super popular in school. I was a nerd in the dark days before being a nerd was something people aspired to. I had braces, glasses, bad acne and was a bit chubby. When I no longer had any of these things (well, I still wear glasses, I prefer them to contacts,) people acted like I always looked that way and sailed the seas of success on a wave of appearance advantages.

My parents did not pay for my education. I went to regular school like everyone else. I had one year of college which I attended on academic scholarship, and I majored in business. I had an art class with a professor who almost never showed up. When the scholarship money ran out after one year, I left.

After I'd been a professional artist for more than twenty years, I took an online digital art class at one of those for profit art schools, which was quite a trick on dial up speed, I must say. Shortly after, I realized it was a scam, I contacted the administration to demand my money back. I got it. The school was eventually sued into oblivion and went out of business.

I did manual field labor as a kid, worked in a veterinarian hospital, parked cars, and ran a roller coaster. I picked up dog poop and did volunteer work at the U.S.O. and the AIDS Housing and Education Fund. I worked as a condo association attendant.

I don't know where people get the impression that I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. And it's not like I don't have some advantages. But money and status weren't among them.

Most of the people in comics from my generation come from poverty. Some didn't. But most did.

I am self taught and most of what I learned was from the Famous Artist Course books my mom got as a kid. I was very grateful that my dad invested in a set of encyclopedias for the family when we were still quite poor. I devoured them.

I started sending out portfolio work, story ideas, and resumes at age 12. My first rejection letter was from Random House. I got my first advertising gig when I was about 14-15. The woman who hired me was Linda Wesley Salake.

I met artist Frank Kelly Freas at a science fiction convention I found out about from an advertisement. He was very kind and mentored me. He didn't teach me much about art, but he did teach me a lot about the realities of the art centered life.

I cooked and cleaned house for him after his wife Polly died.

My average income for my first ten years as a professional artist was less than $10,000. And for part of that time, I was not living with my parents. So I supported myself on less than $10,000.

Eventually, I lasted long enough in the arts that I started making some money. Then things got worse. Then they got better. Then they got worse. Then they got better.

Advantages, contacts, ability - none of that is distributed equally. But if you can, make art because it is something that means something to you, and it gives you joy.

And we all deserve some joy.

If it was just about the money, I'd have ditched this bug bin long ago.

That's all.

#comics #art #art centered life

[georgiapeach30513]

Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 11

Summary:  Now presenting, Mr. And Mrs. Ransom Drysdale

Pairings:  Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit sexual content, explicit language, unprotected sex, creampie, Frank Adler, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  6.5K

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“Okay, and when is the bed coming in?” You turn around to Ransom holding onto the corgi puppy, giving her a little kiss to her snout.  “Ransom, did you hear anything I said, handsome?”

“I did.  The bed will be her in two days.  The wedding is in five days.  Grandpa’s stuff has been delivered, and we've got someone that is going to help put this room in order because I do not want you to be lifting anything.  Gucci is going to the trainers starting tomorrow, and Bucky promised that he would continue to take her to school while we are away.  Just me, my wife, and our little bean in your belly.  Buns, you have got everything in order.  Please, just breathe.  It is quite alright.  Your dress is at your parents.”

“And our home…Ran, this is our home.  And this is our first baby, and we’ve got one in here,” grabbing at his hand you place it on your belly, thinking about how far the two of you had come.  You could never imagine this Ransom that was in front of you.  Primed and ready to become a home owner, father, and dog father of course.

The first moment you met him wasn’t the most spectacular of meetings.  He was pompous and arrogant.  But you learned quickly that Ransom was needing the same thing you were; to love and be loved.  He had far surpassed your expectations for him or even your thoughts on a future husband.  He was the most patient man you had ever met (with you).  But the most important thing was he wanted to share a life with you.

Ransom was willing to make these huge changes in his life for you.  And shockingly he was adjusting to this life easily.  And Ransom now had a friend in Bucky.  Had schemed this whole house and proposal with Bucky.  And your old rodeo friend was letting Ransom help pick out the livestock.  Even if he did laugh at your Gucci girl, despite you telling him she was a herding dog.  

“Ran,” you smile at the most handsome and amazing man you have ever met in your life.  “You did this.  Thank you.”

“No, no.  We did this.  I’ve never wanted a home of my own.  Yes, I had my place, but it was a house.  This is our home.  Our little Gucci girl is going to chase this little nugget around, and…”

“Ransom.”

“Hmm?”

“I want to name him or her after you.  I love your name and how it’s a homage to Harlan.  I want our nugget, be she or he, to be named after Ransom Drysdale.”

“Well, for the nugget’s sake, I hope that it’s a boy.  Could you imagine a girl with that as her middle name?” Starting to giggle you nod your head.  Smiling so big as you look at him.  “You would prefer a girl, and her middle name be Ransom, huh?”

“Yes!  It’s the cutest little thing.  I just imagine this little angel baby with her herd of corgis following her around.  She thinks that it’s her job to keep up with them, when in fact they’re making sure that she stays safe.  And she’s got the prettiest dainty first name, but her middle name is so strong like her daddy’s.  And she will be our baby Ransom.”

“It is kinda cute to think of this sweet baby girl that hopefully looks and acts like you with the name Ransom.  C’mere,” his free hand pulls you into him and Gucci, and she gives her sweet little barks that weren’t so sweet in the mornings.  “Now that you’ve convinced me, if we have a boy, his middle name can’t be Ransom.”

“Are you two always hugged up against each other?” Looking behind you, Bucky leans up against the doorframe, whistling as he sees the master suite.  “I don’t know if this room is big enough.  So the cattle will be here a few weeks after you guys get back, so there’s not much more to do for me, but to look after the baked potato.  Ran, you don’t have to carry that thing around everywhere.  Put her down.  Gucci, you think you’re going to be able to handle watching after a Drysdale?”

She barks her tiny bark, waddling over to Bucky who squats down with her, noting how she really was a cute dog.  Petting on her fluffy fur.  “Steve said to tell you thanks for the invite.”

“I’ve never hated Steve.  Never even hated Frank,” Bucky gives you a grimace, but it was true.  There were times you were so angry at Frank, none more angrier than the other day when you confronted him about trying to break you and Ransom up.  Frank was your first love.  And it taught you everything you didn’t want, but more importantly, to trust your instinct.  

You knew you had waited for far too long to leave Frank.  Had made up way too many excuses for him.  You were miserable.  You allowed yourself to settle, and become a person you couldn’t even recognize anymore.  But getting away, living alone, learning who you were, and time helped you find a better you.  And somewhere in the midst of it all you found your best friend.

A painfully slow relationship, until things progressed.  Nights where you would stay up and talk until you fell asleep to those first sweet kisses.  Kisses that lingered on the lips a bit more.  Kisses that had him pulling you into his lap, straddling him, while his hands held you so softly.  Too timid to touch you more.

That is until you were the one pulling off your shirt.  Bringing yourself closer to him.  Hands running over the skin on his neck.  You both were touch starved, and overwhelmed by the feeling.  But still needing to make the sweet parts of the relationship last.  You didn’t want to rush into the sex.  It’s what you always had done, and nothing ever lasted.  

Until Ransom.  Until your future husband, and father of at least one child.  “Bucky, what do you think we’re having?”

“Oh, no, I don’t do that.  My mom can do the old wives’ tale things with you, but I don’t get into that.  A healthy baby.  That’s what I want.  I’ll need help on the farm.  Don’t think daddy-o here is going to be much help.  So looks like I’ve got to train Gucci and RJ up right.”

“RJ?” Ransom’s eyebrow cocks up as he stares Bucky up and down.

“Oh, come on.  Bunny will get her way, and she’s going to have her Ransom Junior.  RJ.  And like I said, I’m going to have to train them, and the fur ball up.”

“Fur balls.  There will be more corgis.  I want at least three, preferably four.  Miss Gucci is just going to be the ringleader.  We also got to get Chanel, Dior, and Dolce,” Bucky sighs, turning to leave the two of you.  “You don’t have to wear a suit, Buck!”

“I want to!  I haven’t got to wear one in a long time.”

“I helped him pick one out,” Ransom whispers, and you giggle imagining the two of them combing through suits to find the perfect one for you.  They were the sweetest things.  You hope that he could maybe eventually be cordial with Frank.  Maybe.  Hopefully.

“Baby, just breathe,” your mom says calmly behind you.  Clasping your grandmother’s necklace around your neck.  Your eyes flutter close as you touch on your something borrowed, somehow the vintage necklace matching perfectly with your engagement ring.  “Are you getting cold feet?”

“Never,” the tears already start to well up in your eyes.  Taking a deep inhale, you slowly let out your breath.  Your hands move to your stomach, already feeling the nugget’s first flutters.  Ransom was always touching your stomach, hoping to find his own little piece of their movements.  

“I’m just ready to be Mrs. Drysdale,” you finally open your eyes looking at your mom’s reflection.  “You always told me to find someone who was crazy.  Crazy in love with me.  I found him.  Well, we found each other.  And we’ve got us this little…baby.”

“Just tell us what you’re having!” Noelle, the oldest sister screams playfully.  Slapping at her leg, it was killing her the most.  “I gotta get a jump on buying things for the nuggie.  I already know that between Ransom, Harlan, Bucky, and daddy I won’t get to.”

“You’ll get to.  I promise.  They’ve all been put on a budget.”

“He or she will be the first on both sides, and you’ve got a bigger closet than I have a bedroom for that baby, and you think that you’re putting a budget on anyone?  How’s the in-laws doing?  The snippy one that always has a cigarette was telling Bucky what to do,” you turn to look at Jacey, the baby, mortified.  “Ransom told Bucky the only one he had to listen to was you, him, and Gucci.  Your husband took care of it.”

“Does Ransom happen to have a brother?” You shake your head no to Claire.  There was only one Ransom.  It’s all the world could handle.  And he was made perfectly for you.  “Dammit.  Does he have any cute cousins or anything?  What about Bucky?”

“No!” Claire holds up her hands in surrender, laughing, and starting to question your feelings towards Bucky.  “Bucky is a precious angel.  You can only talk to him if you’re completely serious, and you’re not.  If you want a fun time, Steve will be a blast.  Bucky is off limits.  He is a serial monogamous, and he doesn’t do one night stands.  Do not put him in the position to feel uncomfortable at my wedding, okay?”

“Wow.  Call me out in front of mom why don’t you,” Claire rolls her eyes.  Crossing her arms, she leans back on the couch.  Her fingers lightly tap on her arms while she glares at you.

“Yeah, well, she didn’t tell me anything I didn’t know.  Besides, Steve is quite adorable if you ask me,” Claire’s mouth falls open as your mom shrugs.  “Honey, it’s a small town.  People talk.  It’s okay.  I’m not judging you for your lack of wanting to settle down.  Sow those oats.”

“Not all of us can marry a rich man.”

“Not all of us marry for money either.  His money and looks are an added bonus,” biting at your lip, you take another look in the mirror at yourself.  You didn’t even recognize the woman that was staring at you.  Turning to the side, you look at your stomach, kinda sad you weren’t really showing yet.  “I want h…ahh, I about said what we were having.  I want this baby to pop out.  I want Ransom to feel the kicks.”

“And I for one am glad that you haven’t.  No one had time to alter this dress or your after the wedding dress.  As pretty as your wedding dress is, why would you want to take it off?”

You and your sisters all look at each other with the biggest smiles, giggling before answering, “It’s a party!”

“Would you calm down?” Bucky dusts Ransom’s shoulders off, laughing as his new found friend was bouncing around again.  Taking a quick sip from his highball glass.  “She’s still here, and agreed to marry you for some reason.”

“The reason is he stays, and doesn’t run off to ride bulls.  Instead he stays behind and rides her,” Bucky turns to look at Steve with his mouth hanging open, and Steve shrugs his shoulders.  “Oh, come on.  Those two are perfect for each other.  His lack of running away and being able to deal with his shit helps.”

“We don’t…we don’t have shit.  The biggest obstacles are my family, and we moved far…far far away from them,” Ransom exhales sharply as he runs his hands through his hair again.  “Why are you here now?”

“Uhh…you see, I have this friend.  Um, we’re going to call him Stank.  And Stank, he has this thing where he likes to go to a bar on a Saturday, and Stank may drink his loneliness away.  And on this particular Saturday, because we know that the paper had this huge picture of this man in front of us and his bride to be, Stank started calling me early.  Stank was wanting to do something, and Steve didn’t answer.”

Bucky and Ransom stare at Steve without blinking.  More because of the information he divulged, but Steve has never been the man that could read people well.  “In my story Stank is in fact Frank.”

“Yeah, I got that.  I’m not going to feel guilty for marrying Stank’s ex.  I want to thank him.  He led her straight to me, and to our future, and made her guarded.  Her inability to have something with me quickly helped us.  We learned from each other.  Took our time, and now we’re ending it with this grand gesture of our love.  Our little…well…uh…they’re going to be the most spoiled little — thing ever.  And I appreciate the offer to help Bucky on the ranch.  By all means, finish out your season.  And even if you want to go and rodeo, that's fine.  However, if we’re going to continue to be whatever this is, you don’t have to talk in code about Frank.  I’m sure the man has good qualities, or Bunny wouldn’t have stayed with him.  They had something real.  And then they drifted apart, and that is life.  But I’m growing with her, and we’re growing our family.  Let’s refer to him as Frank from now on.”

“Why won’t you tell us what’s in her belly?”

Ransom shrugs, straightening up his tie.  “Buns didn’t want what we were having to overshadow the wedding.  The baby will be the first on both sides of our family, and we’re excited.  So far Nuggie is healthy, and their middle name is going to be Ransom, so…I want to throw up.”

Steve looks between Ransom and Bucky with a smirk.  Ransom was getting everything that Bucky had ever wanted.  A family of his own.  The ranch part he was basically getting.  Land upon land.  Ransom and Bunny even had it in Bucky’s contract that after five years the house and a few acres were his.  Now he needed a woman.  Steve could already see Bucky devoting all his time to you and Ransom.  Holed out in the middle of nowhere.  And forgetting to live his life.

“You getting cold feet there, pal?”

Ransom shakes his head as he turns toward Steve, “Never.  I’m just ready for us to be married.”

Your dad turns to look at you, but you can’t look away from Ransom.  He was beaming at the front of the aisle.  You had locked eyes with your future husband, and couldn’t look away, “Daddy, he looks so handsome.  Move your feet, I’ve waited long enough.”

“No,” you tear your eyes away from Ransom to look at your dad who was tearing up.  His hand pulsing on your arm.  Eyes rimmed in red, and he aggressively wipes away his tears.  

“Daddy.”

“Don’t you daddy me.  You’re the second daughter I’ve given away, and this isn’t any easier.  But honey, he’s the one,” it isn’t that you didn’t know that.  You are fully aware that the man you were waiting to walk to was every bit of your dream.  “He’s so good to you, to your sisters, to your mom, and me, and even Bucky.  He’s going to be the best daddy to your little boy that you’re going to name Ronnie Ransom Drysdale.  Just promise me something.  Two things actually.”

“What is it?  And I didn’t confirm or deny if we’re having a boy.”

“No, just…maybe baby number two you could name Sinclair?  Or a middle name.  I’ve got nothing but girls, and your sister just wants one kid, and she’s got their names picked out like a crazy person.  Your other sisters aren’t old enough or in stable relationships, and…”

“Daddy, I promise, if we have a little girl, we’ll put Sinclair as her middle name.”

“Did you just confirm you’re having a boy?” You shake your head no.  You would not be discussing what baby Drysdale was today and especially not while Ransom was waiting on you.  “I just want to know if I need to buy my grandson his first saddle or my granddaughter her first saddle.  I need to know.”

“And I need to marry that man up there.  When we get back I promise we’ll tell you what your grand baby is, but if I don’t marry that man right now,” his feet are already propelling the two of you forward and you’re back to looking at Ransom.  “Daddy, I can’t see.”

“It’s your tears.  You’ll be fine.  You’re going to have to start relying on Ransom for this silly little stuff now.  Just don’t forget about your old man.  You haven’t needed me in such a long time.  And with that man, you won’t anymore.”

“I’ll always need you.  He doesn’t know how to change a flat tire.”

“But you do.  This is as it should be.  That man is going to love you, take care of you and your baby, and his grandfather, and I’m just going to be your father.”

“The father I want at our house when we have our little nuggie.  They’ll need you daddy.  Ransom will, too.  He’s never had a father.  He had a grandfather.  But he’ll need you,” he stops you right in front of Ransom, and the sound that releases from your mouth is pure joy.  “But I need him.”

“Yeah, yeah.  Here’s my daughter.  Take her away, but thank you for not taking her too far.  And for making her dreams…all her dreams come true,” with a lingering kiss to your cheek, he steps back to sit with your mom, and you just want to hold Ransom.  He hated this.  Hated being up in front of his family making him vulnerable.  If you could wrap a shield around the two of you, it’s exactly what you would do.

“Our vows are just for us, Ran.  I’ll hear them later, babe,” giving him a wink, you reach towards his hand, holding it so tightly in yours while the officiant goes through the most simple and sweet ceremony.  Anything to keep him comfortable.  This was the compromise.  Vows that only you and Ransom would hear.

If Ransom isn’t the biggest softie, squeezing your hand gently, while pulling you closer to him.  “Is it time?” He whispers with every pause, ready to just kiss you and move on to the party.  Repeating his lines, and sliding the ring over your finger.

“Son?” Ransom looks towards the officiant with the biggest smile, “It’s time.  You may now kiss your bride.  Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. And Mrs. Ransom Drysdale!”

Ransom’s hand wraps around your waist, pulling you tightly up against his hard chest, while you cup his cheek.  Kissing him so tenderly, and reveling in the minty taste of his mouth.  It was official.  He was your husband.  The hand on your waist slides over in front, rubbing over your nugget’s tiny little home, and he is unbelieving that this life was his.  That he and you were on your way to becoming parents.

“Oh my god, stop kissing,” your dad grunts.  You are never going to quit kissing him.  Everyday of your life you want to kiss him.  Want to love him.  Whistles and cheers from everyone else erupts through the guests, but you pull apart smiling up at your best friend.  

“I love you, Mr. Drysdale.”

“And I love you Mrs. Drysdale.”

“You know there’s an open bar in the barn,” Harlan looks up at the man who had been lingering outside of the barn the entire time.  Never going in.  Never saying anything.  Just standing there.  His eyes transfixed only on you.  An expression that was both relieved, and yet sad.  “I take it, you know her?”

He nods his head, watching as you peacefully smile up at Ransom, and Ransom’s hand is never far from your belly.  Randomly would change the location to rub a thumb over your ring before leaning down to kiss you.  “I’m going to have a seat.  Care to join?  I don’t bite.  Normally I conduct these conversations over a round of Go.  It is frustratingly packed up in a box, and I can’t get to it.  I’m sure you would think it rather odd to have a huge Go board outside of a wedding though.”

“You don’t even know me,” he says, his eyes leaving your beautiful face to look at Harlan as he sits down slowly.  Reaching over to pat the bench that Harlan had insisted be put out here for when he needed an extra moment to breathe.  

“Do I not?  You're fondly staring at either my grandson or his wife.  Seeing how Ransom is new in town, it doesn’t take a genius to know that you’re Bunny’s cowboy,” Frank glares over at Harlan, who taps the bench again.  “Come on.”

“You should hate me.”

“Why?  Tonight is a night of love.  I know you see her.  Have you happened to look at my grandson?  Or are you too busy watching her?  Look at how he can’t remove his eyes off her.  Sweet love.”

“She looks so beautiful.”

“People often do when they’re in love.  There’s a glow to their cheeks.  A twinkle in their eyes.  And the best part is they can’t stop smiling.  A smile that spreads over their entire face.  A smile you can see is in their blood.  They’re so light and airy.  Two people that can’t quit touching each other, smiling at one another, and just being them.  She’ll soon bring a baby into our lives, and it’s just as it should be.”

You look over to the exit, worrying about Harlan when you spot Frank.  Giving him a strained wave, and you pull Ransom more into you.  You didn’t hate him.  You hated what he tried to do.  Hated that he thought your happiness was worth the risk when he made baseless claims about you and him hooking up.  

Frank gives you a nod before turning to sit on the bench with Harlan.  His hands running up and down his thighs, “I love her.”

“Loved.  It’s past tense.”

“No, I was going to marry her.”

“Did she ever smile at you like that?” Lifting his head up, he looks over to the ridiculously large house of yours and Ransom’s, beyond annoyed that you were living this fantasy life that he could have never provided for you.  “If you love her, you’ll let her go.  And that’s advice for you.  She’s happy, Franklin.  She’s married, and carrying my great grandchild in her belly.”

“She always wanted to be a mom.  I just thought I was going to be the one that gave that to her,” Frank sighs, turning to look back towards the opening of the barn.  Laughter and music spills out, and he looks towards yours and Ransom’s house high up on the mountain.  The moon casts the most beautiful silver glow on the home.  Reflecting everything into the pool.  “I couldn’t have ever given her this though.”

“Did she ever ask you to?” Frank cuts his eyes over to Harlan who pulls out butterscotch hard candies, handing one to Frank.  “She didn’t ask Ransom for that.  He talked to her sisters.  Used her Pinterest.  Listened to her stories.  That mountain was her dream.  Frank, if you ever loved her, you will let her go.  Those two deserve each other, and they’re beyond happy.  Look at them.  You have all night.  I’ve seen you lurking.  Let her go.  Neither one hates you.  But don’t come in between my grandson and Bunny again.  They need each other.  Have a nice night.”

Standing up, Harlan walks back into the barn, bowing his head to you on the way in.  You look up at Ransom with a bit of a pained smile.  Rubbing your hand up and down his arm as you look at him.  “Go talk to him.  Tell him to come in and get some food and cake.”

“Ran, you know it’s you I love.”

“I also know there’s unfinished business.  You took my last name, and this,” pressing his hand over your stomach, his fingers splay out, and he pulses them on your belly, “This little angel nugget is mine.  Ours.  Buns, babe, you need this, too,” he leans down, giving you the softest and sweetest kiss on your cheek before acknowledging Frank at the edge of the barn.

Some days you didn’t know if you deserved Ransom or his kindness.  Didn’t know how he grew up to be the most kind and trusting people.  To you.  Love was the only word you could think of to describe it.  He loved you enough to trust you with Frank.  Even if neither of you fully trusted him.

“You look good, kid,” Frank croaks out when you hold your hands out for a hug.  “Care to share a dance with me?” You allow him to lead you onto the dance floor, grabbing his hands to get into position as you sway around.  “There’s really a baby in there?”

“Yeah, little nugget.  Ransom and I have been planning the nursery.  I’m going to paint a mural.  Bucky keeps calling the baby a chicken butt.  Not to me, but to Ransom.”

“I’m sorry.  You were right.  You gave me every sign of how unhappy you were.  And I…you’re where you belong.  I just can’t help but think that I lost everything that I ever wanted today.  He gets it all; the house, the baby, and the wedding.  Do you ever regret our relationship?” Shaking your head no, you take a peek over towards your handsome husband who was talking to your sisters.  Using big hands, and grand facial expressions.

“Why not?”

“I believe everything happens for a reason.  I learned what I didn’t want.  But more importantly,  it gave me the push that I needed to get out of here.  Took my ass to Boston, and came back with my best friend.  I should thank you.  You were the first hurdle to reach Ransom.”

“So, it’s all my fault that you met that pretty boy?  Ugh, I guess that means you should tell me thank you.  Without me, you wouldn’t have this life.  You know, my life isn’t terrible either.  Got my National championship belt again.”

“Thank you.  Thank you for our happy times, but thank you for leading me to my future.  Frank, I want you to have everything you could ever dream of.  You.  Your dreams.  Our dreams didn’t align together.  We were just meant to be for that amount of time.  But I know, you’re going to find someone, and your lives will fit perfectly together.  You deserve that.  Thank you.”

“Thank you, Bunny.  Now, go on.  Start your life with Mr. Perfect over there.  Enjoy having him in your life, and the baby’s.  Thanks for stealing my best friends.  You better watch Steve.  He looks like he’s talking Claire up.  You know how he is.”

“I know.  Claire’s a big girl.  I’ll see you around, Frank.  Take care of yourself.  I won’t be there to mend you back up,” Frank takes a deep breath, before leaning in to kiss you on the cheek.  Giving a quick tap to your belly before walking out into the night.  Leaving you to watch him, wishing you knew everything that Frank was thinking.  He was loved.  And you hoped that one day he would find love.  But until then, you just wanted Ransom.

The man of your dreams.  All you had ever wanted, and then some.  Turning back to see him completely stop the conversation with your sisters when he sees you alone.  A bright smile on his face when steps away from them.  A direct walk right over to you looking every bit the dream you had always dreamed.  The man you had wished for so many times, just up on that mountain.  His cheeks are brighter than you had ever seen them.  

“Mrs. Drysdale, are you ready to spend our first night at home?”

“Yes, Mr. Drysdale.  Wait, who has Gucci tonight?”

“Your parents.  Harlan is staying with them along with most of your sisters.  I think.  Claire may be going home with Steve.  And I really don’t care about any of them.  Our sweet girl is taken care of, and now I’d like to take care of my wife.”

“Okay, Ransom.  Let’s drive the Beemer up to our home.  Make love until the sun comes up,” There was no need for an official departure Noelle and her husband notice you and Ransom walking hand in hand as you head up to your home.  You can’t even stop looking at him.  Your long journey was worth all the wait.

Opening up your door, Ransom helps you get in.  The party dress is much more manageable than your wedding dress.  Jumping into the car, his fingers weave into yours, and he pulls your hand up to his mouth as he kisses along your knuckles.  Holding your hand to his mouth the entire time you drive up to the house, giving you the sweetest kisses over your knuckles.  Running over to your side as he helps you out.  

Your home.  It was finished.  And you and Ransom wanted the first time having sex as husband and wife to be in your home.  Leading you into the house, he turns around, and starts softly kissing along the column of your neck.  Walking backwards as he pulls you to the master suite.  

“Ran,” you breathlessly say as he pulls you further into the home.  “Ran, baby,” his hands slide around your waist as he drags you into the bedroom.  Drifting up to the top, connecting to your zipper, “Ransom Drysdale.  We have got to say our vows.  I promised they would only be for you.  But.”

He whispers out your name.  Licking his lips as if the sound of your name was the most decadent dessert he had ever tasted, “Bunny, I love you,” he pants out, kissing on your lips again.  “I love you in a way that I have never loved before.  I love our life.  And our life that we made.  I never saw myself as a father, even though I wanted kids.  The thought of spending my life with someone I couldn’t stand was always in the back of  my mind.  And now we’re here, and she’s there, and we’re doing this.  And Bunny, it’s all because of you.  You made me believe in myself, and in us.  And now…look at us.”

His hand finds his resting place on your stomach, and that bottom lip juts out a bit, “This is ours, and we made this happen in pure love.  You’ll never know how much that this means to me, because you didn’t have to do this for us.  I love you.”

“Ran, you’re making me cry, and I just can’t see properly,” raising up on your tiptoes you give him a chaste kiss.  Lowering yourself slowly, you give him the most beaming smile.  Holding both your hands as you lick the saline off your lips.  

“I’m so proud of you, and of us, and of this life we’re making.  On our terms because this is what we want.  Not because we feel obligated.  We created this path and journey, and I can never tell you how proud I am enough.  I can never tell you just how much I love you.  You never believe me, but I will make sure that my life’s journey is proving to you how worthy you are of love.  Of my love, and just how much I want you every day.  You were worth every heartache that I had to have to get to this.  You are worth every frog that I ever kissed.  And you are worth every wish that I ever made in this exact spot.  I swear you made them build our bedroom over the place that me and my sisters would lay at.”

“In all those wishes I wanted a man like you.  Loyal, kind, smart, protective, loving, creative, handsome, tall, blue eyes, good teeth, loves my family, a good father, my best friend, smelled good, and so much more.  It’s like you were handpicked and made just for me.  Here’s to the start of forever.”

The thought of not touching him skin on skin is too unbearable, and you run your hand up his chest, around his neck, and pull him down for a lingering and desperate kiss.  Cupping his cheeks as he slowly starts undoing the zipper of your dress.  His hand drifts down your spine, making you feel all tingly as slick pools at your core.  

Your hands go to his shoulders as you push off his jacket.  Your trembling fingers move to his buttons as he dips his hand under your dress to grip at your ass cheeks.  Getting his buttons done completely before the two of you are left to remove the undone articles of clothing.  Stepping out of the dress, you press your body up against his.  Heated and aching for each other.  

Clamoring at his belt and pants, and when the heavy material drops down, he removes your bra, and wraps his arm around your body, taking the two of you down to the bed.  Hovering over you while a hand drifts under the elastic of your barely there panties, “The best part about your pregnancy is you're always horny and wet,” he moans, pumping two fingers into your quivering cunt.

“Shh,” you pant out pulling him back down for a bruising kiss.  Biting at his lip gently as he pushes off the back of his shoes with his feet.  Pulling down his boxer briefs, and moaning into his mouth when his cock springs free.  Thick and heavy, leaking precum on your thigh.

He gives your panties a little tug before he’s lifting off you completely and goes down to his knees.  “I want you and I naked all night long.  These shoes included,” lithe fingers move over your sticky skin as he pulls off your shoes, taking a moment to remove his own socks.  A trail of sweet kisses paint up your legs before yanking apart your thighs.  

Sighing when he sees your glistening honey leak from your panties, and coat your thighs.  “Don’t rip them,” you choke out, and Ransom changes his motions to drift them off your body.  Standing up straight, and you look up at your husband.  Statuesque.  Your eyes looking all down his front.  Tracing an outline of every hill and body that creates his hard torso.  Right down to his quaking cock.  In need of something warm and tight.

His fist goes around his cock, giving the member a few pumps as your own hand plays with your clit.  “Ransom Drysdale you better get over me in this bed, and fuck your wife.”

“I was being sweet and looking at that little pooch of your belly,” stopping your motions you spread your velvety lips apart, letting him see just how wet you are.  Letting him see your fingers dip into your tight channel.  He needs to hear how wet you are.  “That’ll do it,” he mumbles, placing a knee on the bed and it sinks down with his weight.

You keep your legs spread wide to accommodate his thick frame, but his teasing continues.  He runs his tip up and down through your slick.  Coating his bulbous mushroom with your juices, leaving you whimpering out his name like an innocent girl having sex for the first time.  

Staring only into his eyes when he slowly starts to push through your walls.  Gaping you open as he slowly slides into your warmth.  Becoming one like you have done so many times before, but this feels brand new.  His body sinks lower the deeper he goes.  Not stopping until he is balls deep, and he settles his weight on his forearms.

“I’m not hurting you?”

“No, Ran.  Or the baby.  Just…oh my god,” you sigh as his hips rare back, and he fucks back into you hard.  “Yeah, I like when you have me pinned down like this.”

“We better enjoy it while we can.”

“Stop talking about the baby as you fuck me.  Not this time.  Just…yes.  Yeah, Ran just like that,” he lets his hips rail into you as he kisses up your neck.  Giving your jaw nips as he makes his way to your mouth.  Kissing over your kiss swollen lips and swallowing every sweet sound you make as he ruts into you.

Wrapping your legs around him, you pull him completely into you.  You want to feel his entire weight on you.  Every part of him is yours, and you own every inch of him.  Sobbing into his mouth as the pleasure rushes towards your nether regions.  He felt so fucking good.  Pushing into you with this fervent need.  You had the rest of your lives.  Right now is complete desperation.  

A buildup of being away from each other the night before and that morning.  So in love and close enough to touch.  Looking like a fairytale dream, but now you could touch him the way you had been craving.  Could have him closer to you than any man has ever been in your life, because you let him fully into your heart.  Completely into your soul.  And he listened to every word.  Protected you with every breath that he took, every beat of his heart.  He is your everything, and he made sure to tell you daily that you were his.

Ransom snakes his hands down to yours, lacing his fingers with yours before he slams them above your head.  Leaving you breathless as the only man you had ever truly loved takes control of your body.  Grunting into your mouth with each thrust.  The rumble from his chest going straight to your stretched out core.  

A puddle in every sense of the word.  You, yourself, were a puddle for Hugh Ransom Drysdale, and judging by the echoing squelching sounds in the room, your juices had created a puddle underneath you.  A pure love with the most filthy outcome.  

“Ran!” You moan into his mouth.  Your fingers dig into his as your walls flutter around him.  Gulping when your whole body lights on fire.  “Ransom!”

“I know,” his voice nearly growls, but he doesn’t change his pace.  Doesn’t stop even though his balls tighten up.  Saying your name like a prayer when he grabs your hand tighter.  

“Ransom, baby…oh god!  I’m coming!  I’m coming!”

Screeching out in your release when your walls clench down around him.  Holding him tightly.  Milking him until his warm seed plants deep inside of you, and the both of you moan into the other.  He drops your hands, and rolls the two of you over.  Pulling you on top of him, but never leaving your warmth.  Your fingers explore each other’s skin like the most delicate scientist.  Holding him like the precious human that he was.  

“Buns…”

“I know, Ran.  This is our every day.  Every day in this house.  Every day with you.”

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[anonymouslymadebydesign]

I have a request please!

Could you write about Eddie dear and Frank frankly taking care of a regressed reader?

(Headcannon or fanfic I don’t mind!)

Sorry I didn’t notice I got an ask !! Im still getting used to Tumblrs interface, especially since it’s so different on my phone than my laptop (╯‿╰,)

Absolutely ! I’ll do headcanons since everything is so new, but I hope you enjoy it anon ! Hope you don’t mind that I like writing reader as a fellow puppet of the Neighborhood.

Synopsis : Frank and Eddie take care of you during dinner time and tuck you in for bed

✿ ⌂ ✿ ⌂ ✿ ⌂

✿ Just like Julie, you would consider yourself pretty good friends with Frank. You trusted him more than anyone else in the Neighborhood. So when he finally made it official with Eddie, you were over the moon for him! Now you had two besties to hang out with

✿ Most everyone knew you age regressed occasionally, heck, some of your fellow neighbors did as well ! Sally, for example, regressed like you do and made for wonderful playdates

✿ When Frank had suggested that both him and Eddie act as your caregivers, you hesitated. On one hand, it would be awesome having not one but TWO caregivers. On the other hand, you felt rather shy opening up to Eddie in such a vulnerable state.

✿ In the end though, you agreed. Frank had said that he spoke with Eddie before approaching you about it, and that the mailman was more than excited to partake. “I think it would be fun!” He had said

✿ Franks home is a nice little two bedroom house with a little office he kept for all his insect stuff. Especially his display of butterfly shadow boxes. The spare bedroom was originally a guest bedroom but doubled as the space where you and Frank would hang when regressed

✿ As the afternoon turned into evening and Eddie’s shift ended, little you and Frank waited patiently (albeit excitedly) for the mailman to come home. Dinner was around the corner and Frank had already set the table, your own colorful plastic plate and cutlery set out as well.

✿ “I’m home!” Eddie announced loudly as he entered the house. He set his satchel and hat off to the side. “Sorry if I’m a little late, I got lost delivering some of the last packages.”

✿ “Welcome Home.” Frank greeted him as well and went to give his hello kisses. You giggled at their interaction from your place at the table. “Dinners ready whenever you are.”

✿ You couldn’t help the giggles that seemed to spill out of you as you watch the two dot over eachother. It was enough to catch Eddie’s attention. “Now what this over here? Looks like someone has a case of the giggles.”

✿ “Papa gave Daddy kisses.” You said gleefully behind your hands. Eddie left Frank’s side to come over to you as he enveloped you in a hug.

✿ “And Papa gives kisses to littles too!” He said giving you quick smooches to both your cheeks. His hands found their way to your sides and before you could register what he was doing, he began to tickle you. This sent you into a raging fit of laughter, absolutely shrieking before Eddie took mercy and took his place at the table.

✿ Dinner went by normally. Frank put your food on your plastic plate, with dividers, and poured your favorite juice in a sippy cup. Eddie talked about his day and how it went and in turn ask you and Frank how yours was.

✿ “We played with Sally at her house and for lunch we had sandwiches that Miss Poppy made. It was really yummy. Then we had nap time and daddy read me the hungry caterpillar, it’s my favorite bug book.” You rambled off when it your turn to talk about your day. It was like that as everyone finished their food as Frank and Eddie started taking plates and washing them.

✿ Frank had been to worried in the past that you might accidentally cut yourself with something sharp while helping with the dishes, so he asked instead if you didn’t mind getting into your pajamas for the night. “I’m sure papa would love to see your new jammies we got from Howdys.”

✿ The idea of being able to show off your new pjs was more than enough motivation to leave to two in the kitchen as they cleaned. When you came back, they were finished and had put most of everything away.

✿ “Papa!” You had practically shouted as you came into the living room. “Look at my pjs! The stars glow in the dark!” They were indeed cute pajamas. They had a solid blue background with white stars scattered about in various sizes.

✿ “Come here,” Eddie patted the space between him and Frank on the couch. You gladly wiggled in between them to cuddle. “Why, these look spectacular! You’ll have to show me them glowing when it’s bedtime.”

✿ As you snuggled between your caretakers you felt sleep slowly but surely creep its way up as you began to yawn. Surely closing your eyes just to rest them won’t make you go to sleep. Besides, papa is telling a real interesting story (that you aren’t following) to daddy so of course you’ll stay awake.

✿ In all honesty, you only lasted for roughly half an hour, and that’s being generous. The sun had set long ago and the hour was late. “Oh dear,” Eddie said, suddenly dropping his voice to a whisper. “I believe they’ve fallen asleep.”

✿ “So they have.” Frank whispered. “Here, why don’t we take ‘em to bed.” He gently pried himself away from you, moving ever so slowly in order not to wake you. Eddie scooped you up in his strong arms, trying his best not to stir you, and carried you to the guest room.

✿ While Eddie tucked you into bed, Frank grabbed one of your stuffed animals and expertly slid it between your arms. You moved a little but it was to grasp the toy and hold it dearly. Frank plugged in a nightlight on the opposite side of the room before tiptoeing out, Eddie leaving right behind.

✿ Even though Frank had left you a nightlight, he flipped the hallway light on and left the door open a creek. He knew that you hated wondering around in the dark in case you needed something in the middle of the night.

✿ “Goodnight sleepy bug.” Eddie whispered to your sleeping form before finally taking his leave and following Frank upstairs and to their bedroom.

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[moonxmagix]

Sit. Stay. Beg.

Pairing: Frank Iero x Fem Reader 

CW: pet play, sex slave, use of daddy & master, smut duh, 18+, cage, choking, restraints, orgasm denial, too many orgasm, slight degradation, wholesome ending

Summary: You are Frank's sex slave but also partner. A restless night of sleep turns into playtime.

I tossed and turned in my cage made for big dogs, which technically I was one. Or atleast acted like one. I opened my restless eyes and looked at the clock on the nightstand that read 2am. All I had on was one  of Frank's t-shirts that I always stole from him and underwear that Frank picked out for me everyday. 

I was craving his touch and needed to be in bed with him. I wanted him to tell me what a good girl I was and praise me for being a good dog. 

On days we’d “Play” as he’d call it, I was put in my cage that was across the room from the bed. It was a spacious cage so I had ample room for my arms and legs. It was decorated nicely with soft pillows and blankets of my choosing. He never wanted it to be a cage that was used as punishment but more of a safe place, somewhere to have fun. 

I looked to see him asleep, arm hanging off the bed. I whined to get his attention and pulled at the cage door. He stirred in his sleep and awoke to see what the commotion was, “What is  it, puppy?” he said in his sleepy voice. He leaned down in front of the cage and opened it to let me out. 

He put his hand under my chin and rubbed, I whined even more. “Use your words, baby,” he said mumbling. “I can’t sleep,” I said softly. “Come to bed with daddy,”  he said, taking my hand in his. We got in bed together and he embraced me tightly, “Why can’t you sleep?” he asked. “I wanted you,” I said, rubbing my head on his chest. 

I never asked for what I wanted directly so he had to pry it out of  me. “Tell me exactly or you’re getting spanked,” he chuckled, he was definitely a little serious with that one. “Play time,” I mumbled embarrassed. “Aww, someone’s needy,” he teased, which made my legs squirm with anticipation. He smirked, moving his arm under the sheets, placing his strong fingers on the outside of my panties, teasing my pussy. 

His fingers rubbed as I bucked my hips trying to apply more pressure. He slapped the inside of my thigh, “Desperate fucking whore,” he whispered in my ear. Frank had a smirk on his face that made my heart skip a few beats. 

I reached my hand to Frank's shorts to rub his bulge but he slapped my hand away. “No touching, bag girl,” he said and I whined, pouting. He ripped my panties off in a flash, throwing them to the ground, his finger trailing up and down my thighs. Goosebumps are rising all over my body. 

He gently ran two fingers up and down my soaking slit, “Please..” I said quietly. “What is it, puppy? You want more?” he said, applying more pressure this time. I nodded profusely, unable to form words, “Words,” he said more demandingly. “Fingers, more, please,” I said begging. “Please what?” He put his hand around my throat, his grip warm. 

“Please Master,” I said, staring into his eyes. “Good fucking dog,” he said sliding both fingers into my cunt. I threw my head back in pleasure as his fingers hooked, hitting my G-spot just right. I grabbed his arm, gripping tightly as my walls tigented around his fingers. “You gonna cum baby?” he said moving his fingers faster, I nodded words barely exiting my mouth. 

“I..I’m gonna..cum,” I said, rolling my eyes back. He took his fingers out and slapped my cunt, sending a sharp sting through my body. “Daddy please,” I beg him. “Not yet baby, not until I say,” he smirked, getting up and grabbing restraints from a bin under the bed. 

He spread my legs apart and tied them to the bed posts. Then my hands were handcuffed above my head and the chain was tied to the bed. I tried moving around, unable to, “You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you,” he whispered in my ear. 

He grabbed a vibrator and I knew what was about to happen, he turned it on and held it to my pussy. I writhed my body against the vibrator, “Cum for daddy baby,” a couple seconds later I came. The intensity came over my body. 

“Such a good puppy. Cum more for daddy,” he said, inserting a finger inside me. The orgasms kept coming and coming, my body becoming numb, my mind becoming blank, my ears ringing, my mouth dry. Frank pulled the vibrator away from my pussy, turning it off. 

He untied me from the bed and told me, “Get on the floor you dirty fucking dog.” I got on my knees on the floor, looking up at Frank. He rubbed his hand under my chin and pulled his erect cock out of his pants. He pulled my hair, shoving my face onto his cock. His precum rubbed against my lips. 

My mouth wrapped around his cock as it entered deeper into my mouth. I gagged and drooled as he fucked my face. “You better swallow all of daddys cum you dirty mutt,” he said, gripping my hair harder. His cock was shoved all the way down my throat, releasing himself as he groaned in pleasure. 

“You did so good, princess,” his words barely penetrated my brain as I was braindead from all the orgasms. “Let's get you all cleaned up, yeah?” He picked me up bridal style and turned on the shower for me. 

I finished showering and got dressed in his clothes once again, once I got back in our room he had already changed the soaked sheets to clean ones. He had placed ice cold water on the nightstand for me, I got in bed with him and of course I ended up being little spoon. 

He kissed my head as he gently rubbed my back with his fingers. He hummed in my ear as I slowly drifted into sleep. 

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Purify

Pairing: Frank Castle x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 1022 words

Outline: Frank is the kind of man to simply refuse to leave you alone for a second.

Warnings: swearing, pet names, a tiny bit of existential angst.

Author’s Note: This is my entry for @that-sarcastic-writer 's writing challenge! Congratulations baby for this milestone, wishing nothing but happiness in your path, mwah! My prompts were sfw, "am I showering alone? - Absolutely not." with Frankie boy. This was so cute to write and I added some extra feelings just for that extra sparkle :)

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“Frank!” 

You shout followed by a giggle trying to escape his tickle attack. It has only been ten minutes since you devoured the lovely breakfast he had made you and now all you wanted to do was to take a shower. You had plans to go meet your friends in the city for a cup of coffee and is not like Frank hadn’t had already a taste of you but there he was clingy and lovely as always. 

“I need to start getting ready.” You breathe out, desperation evident in your voice, placing a kitchen chair between the two of you. 

“I am not getting in your way. You are the one rearranging pieces of furniture. “ Oh, he wants to act all smart now. Frank shrugs his shoulders trying to look innocent. 

“Cut the crap.” You warn him and turn on your heel, only for him to grab you over your arm and turn you around. He pins you against the bathroom door, your wrists above your head looking at you with a cocky smile. 

“That’s an awful mouth you got there, baby.” He shakes his head mockingly. “I don’t like my baby to use bad words.” You manage to hide very well The shiver you feel up your spine. His possessive nature always riled you on but you knew how to keep yourself in check. Otherwise, you’d always be just a toy for him to play with. You roll your eyes so slowly, knowing exactly the kind of game he is playing. 

Two can play that game. 

“Daddy will let me go and let me have a shower because he loves me and wants me to see my friends and he doesn’t fucking care whether I fucking swear or not.” You bat your eyelashes at him and you watch him as he slowly licks his lips at you, loving your dominant side. Oh, the things he could do to you!

“Alright.” He lets go of your hands but doesn’t move his body away from yours. “But only if Daddy gets to watch.” That wasn’t too bad of a plan actually. But what if he…?

“No.” You roll your eyes again and wiggle your body under him and open the door. Quickly you get inside and close the door behind you. Momentarily you think that he let you go way too easily. You sit by the door trying to decipher what he is doing until you see the door handle moving. 

“I got a question for you, dove.”

“Will I want to hear it?”

“‘Course. Is a smart question.”

“Ah-huh. What is it?”

“Can I watch?”

“Frank!”

“Is a good question!”

“Is a question that has already been answered.”

“Doesn’t hurt to ask a second time. Pretty baby might have changed their mind.”

“Can I ask a question?”

“Sure, baby. Shoot.”

“Can I shower alone?”

He pushes the door more open sticking his head there.

“Absolutely not.”

You roll your eyes and cross your arms together looking at him.

“That is not fair. ” You turn around in protest. 

“You rejected mine…” He whispers, making a puppy face. “I think that was very cruel of you. I am willing to abide by any rules…”

“Abide?”

“Yeah.”

“By any rules?”

“Yeah, baby, anything for you.”

“No touching.” You warn him turning around to give him a stern look while moving the shower curtain away. He is nodding his head in response walking inside the small room. 

“No touching yourself either.” You continue and look at him sternly pointing your dexter at him. 

“I promise, doll.” He grins at you and leans on the bathroom door. “Daddy knows to behave.” Oh, he uses daddy now. Great. 

“He better.” You look at him while turning on the faucet, letting the water run, and then you proceed to take off the shirt (which of course is one of his since is so big and cozy) revealing yourself naked to him. 

“Behave.” You warn him again and get inside the shower watching him slowly stroke his beard. 

He is observing you when you begin to throw warm water on yourself throwing your head back trying to relax. 

“You look beautiful, like a nymph from an old tale washing in a river.” 

You chuckle at that and before you know it big strong hands are on your back massaging you. 

“And like a dutiful knight dedicated to this beauty, I must pay my respects.” You can’t help but laugh softly. His touch is pure magic working on your tendons and muscles so masterfully. He takes the shower head from your hands and put it on its handle, turning you around to look at him. 

“No adult activities.” You shake your head and he obliges opting for the loofah. He uses some product from your favorite shower gel and begins to lather you up. His hands were delicate and intimate, never touching directly any of your erotic zones. He is precise and the look in his eyes is so full of love and devotion to you. 

Truth is Frank’s a pure sweetheart, he could make you melt with just one of his warm smiles. He makes you happy, he makes you feel whole, and right here in this tiny shower, you feel complete. You feel loved and cared for. A small tear leaves the corner of your eyes and he catches it, kissing it away. This was a man who came by, pulled you right out of the darkness, and washed all of your insecurities and past resentments of love away. He held you late at night and worshipped you early in the morning. Held your hand in every street and brought you flowers every morning. 

“I don’t want you to be late.“ He whispers kissing the top of your head and you shallow a lump and look up at him.

“Thank you for loving me.”

“There’s no need to thank me. I love you.”

You press your body on his and hug him tightly allowing the water to fall on both of your naked bodies for a little while. You didn’t mind being a little late.

No, not today. 

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[denim-devil]

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[awsugar]

Honestly at this point I genuinely believe that Anthony has an enormous crush on Frank. I think Frank also likes him but not necessarily as much as Anthony likes him.

But like. I can't really blame Anthony, if I spent that much time with Frank irl I would also go insane.

I think that either Frank doesn't know that Anthony is actually into him, or he doesn't really mind. He voluntarily joined a live stream with Anthony yesterday without even being invited, he just saw that Anthony was live and decided to join him.

If Frank was uncomfortable with Anthony reposting the fan art, or with any of the times Anthony has called him handsome or baby boy or daddy, then he's a full grown man who would've confronted Anthony about it himself. But he literally joined a live stream with Anthony because he wanted to, showing that they're clearly on good terms.

oh yea i mean i believe they are on good terms and i would not be surprised if anthony is actually into him, considering the fact that anthony is like publically bi...i think....i know i read an interview where he said something to that effect. but i dont think i know anthony well enough to say if that behavior is him being like. just who he is with his besties or like actually evidence of being truly into frank but either way what i know of frank is that if he had seen it i think he would dislike it and specifically what i said in the post was not like how he would feel towards anthony about it but how he would feel towards fans drawing that kind of art/shipping them publicly where he or the other subjects of it could come across it and it was just something that struck me as like oh this is going to drive frank even further away from us which is like. you know frank used to be so very accessible both online and in person after his shows, and then post mcr tour i believe the reason he stopped interacting is because there were so many more active fans showing up and waiting for him after mcr fans and the more people there are the more of them will act like freaks both online and in person and like yea. i mean i saw it first hand, waited after some dunes shows to see if we could talk to him and he always got completely swarmed. so personally i am already sad about that!!! i yea i feel like every time he is personally confronted with ship art/stuff like that it drives him even further away from interacting like he used to. so that was what upset me about it. but yea i mean im sure theyre on fine terms. but i dont have to like it when anthony calls him daddy!!!!!

#anonymous #asks

[sadroundface]

happy valentine's day--red red red jamie did a bad bad thing!

“C-can I tell you what happened, Franko?”

Frank’s pretty tongue darts over his lips.  He’s always done that, since he was a kid, so old-seeming but so strong and brave.  His dad does it too.  He sighs and closes his eyes.  “Guess so.  So I can rem—try to—”

“Okay.  You want another drink first?” Jamie runs his finger over Frank’s parted lips.  Why is Franko letting him?  They’re wet from his tongue.  

“Y-yeah.  But a beer.  Please.  These are getting too strong.”  His smile is too thin and his face is too pale.  It would look better if he wasn’t smiling.

“What, it’s not like you have work to go to tomorrow or…I’m sorry, Franko, that was fucked up of me to say.”

“Mmmhmm, yeah, it was.  Get fucked, Jamie.”

“I’ll get you a beer instead.”  Jamie darts into the kitchen and pops open a cold beer for his cousin.  He’s only gone a minute, but when he gets back to Franko, there are tears on his chubby cheeks.  Oh God. 

“Hey, Franko.  Hey.”  Jamie takes one of Frank’s strong, graceful hands and uncurls the fingers.  He curls them again around the neck of the bottle.  “I don’t want you to cry, okay?  I’m going to tell you the—the full story, okay?  The real story of what I did.”  Easy, Jamie.  “I mean.  Of what we did.  Together, we did it together.  Is that okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Good,” Jamie says, and Frank’s blue eyes for once aren’t dead and sad because they’re sparkling, full of tears.  Well, Jamie thinks.  He’s not just the daddy’s boy, the pretty face and the brainless melt the whole country thinks he is.  It’s a powerful person, right, who can make a person cry but then cheer them right back up.

He rests against Frank on the sofa, their thighs pressing together, and wraps his arm around Frank’s back.  He’s never been a good storyteller.  When he tried telling stories to the boys when they were young, they’d just ask for Louise.  His were the same over and over again.   Frank and Dad were the storytellers, really—Frank with all the books he loved, Dad always listening to people and ready to make them feel good.  But now he’ll have to try.  He’ll have to make up the best story ever.

He’s ready.

He can start with the truth.

“So, that night.  I took you back to your room because—You remember this part.  People were staring at you.  Men, you know?  Grown men, they were saying things…”

“I remember them, yeah,” Frank says.  “That’s who I thought…And I remember at one point I started feeling like shit.  Like the world—“ He gulps from the bottle.  “When you spill water on something you’ve just written, and all the ink blends together.  Everything looked like that.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.  I felt like someone had put something in your drink, the way you were acting.  So I took you back, so you were safe.”

“Got it.”

Jamie takes a deep breath.  It’s time—time to be smooth like Dad, creative like Frank himself.  Come on, Jamie.  If you do this right… 

“And we were there, in your room.  Your face was so close to mine. You were so sweaty and pink, and.  You told me you loved me.”

“I did?”

“Yeah.”  And Jamie twists it.  He wonders if what he’s doing right now is more fucked-up than what he did then.  But fuck it.  “Were you telling the truth then?  Did you love me?  Do you love me?”

“Jamie, you know I do,” Frank says simply, like there’s nothing to it.  “I—I’ve always loved you, really.”

But what kind of love?  We’ll get to that.  “So you were telling me the truth.”

“If I said I loved you..then yeah, I was.”  Another gulp from the bottle.  

Jamie Jamie.  Slurred words, can words be blurry like your eyes when they’re full of water—Franko’s are.  Jamie props him against the wall, fumbles for the hallway light.  Franko’s head falls forward onto his shoulder and the thick dark hair smells like sweat and sunscreen.  His Franko’s hair.  He puts his arms around his cousin and finally tells him.  I love you Franko I want you so bad you’ve been driving me crazy the way you look the way you are

Jamie…

Pushing Franko back against the wall with his own hips, so fucking hard even though he’s so wasted.  Franko do you feel this do you want this?   You’re gonna get this soon it’s gonna be inside you Franko

Jamie…Jamie?  Jamie…But Franko is pushing back against him even though he sounds confused…

"And I told you I loved you too, Franko, and you hugged me right there.  We were so close.  It was hard to breathe, I couldn’t believe it…We were just a little closer than were are now…”

#too drunk to consent | gaslighting #it will take me so long to finish this trash beast of a fic and for what! #(oh--this is post everton sacking btw)

[kayhi808]

More Than Our Scars - Part 17

You and Billy were able to stay away for 3 days in Beacon. As much as you were grateful to get Billy away from Kingpin, you knew it wasn't permanent. Billy was itching to get back to work. He did all this to make you feel better. It was for your benefit, which you appreciated. You were able to get outside and walk around like a normal human being. Bill took you to the museum. You finally got your date night. Shopping around for xmas presents for people in the office. You notice that though he may not have his actual memories back, you think his personality is emerging. Or maybe he's just healing & getting better. When you first met him, he was very cagey & rough around the edges. Now, he's more charming, his posture is different, he seems to be more comfortable in his own skin, scars & all. There's also a side of Billy you only had glimpses of; which you've dubbed, Murder Boyfriend. You're still trying to come to grips with that guy.

Frank is over at the Loft catching Bill up on work while he was gone. You and Frank haven't said anything to each other. If he wants to act dumb, whatever. You're not going to bend over backwards to garner his friendship if he doesn't want it. You were going to go to the bedroom, but Bill pulled you down next to him on the couch.

"What did you come up with on Dumont?"

Frank tosses a file on the coffee table & takes a seat across from you both. "She's a piece of work. She specializes in working with Veterans & PTSD trauma. But get this, at the age of 8, her dad who was a PTSD veteran threw himself AND Dumont out of a fucking window. He died, and she was injured, but survived. I don't know how she got her license. She's had run-ins with psyche wards growing up for multiple suicide attempts and I'm sure a shit load of Daddy issues. But I guess that's how she developed her draw to Veterans & PTSD. She's had a lot of success in her career, which is why I think your case got assigned to her. I don't think she specifically went after your case, but I'm still looking into that."

"Shit."

"I haven't been able to get Madani to return my calls. There were multiple meetings between Wesley & Wolf going back 2 months prior to the raid. Wolf has a nice little setup at home. Trust-fund wife, 2 kids...Special Agent to DHS gets paid well but nothing compared to what the little lady brings to the marriage." Frank nods at you, "I'll bet anything you were used to blackmail Wolf. Doesn't want the missus to know about his infidelities, video...photos..."

"Oh, God." You start to feel light-headed and nauseous. You have trouble catching your breath.

Billy grabs your hand but you shake him off & get up to leave. You barely make it to the bathroom before you throw up. "Babe,..."

"Leave me alone." Billy tries to rub your back & you swing out at him. "Don't fucking touch me!!"

"Y/N."

"Please, Bill." You start to cry & dry heave; your belly is already empty. "Go away. PLEASE."

"How can you expect me to leave you like this?" Crouched down next to you.

"Go finish your meeting with Frank." You kick out with your foot at him & end up plopping down on your butt. You cry harder begging him to go away.

Bill leaves because his presence is only upsetting you more. Frank is still in the living room when he returns. "She ok?" Bill shakes his head and Frank nods and continues. "So, we can assume blackmail was the leverage used to turn Wolf into an asset for Kingpin. He knows about the raid going down and can't stop it without exposing himself, so he leaks the info to Wesley."

"And Dumont?"

"I haven't found out Dumont's position in all this. Maybe Wolf has other agents under treatment. Maybe he's seeking treatment himself. I dunno, but I'm working on it."

"Thanks, keep me posted." Bill sees Frank out and goes to look for you.

You aren't in the bedroom or bath. He goes back to your old bedroom and finds you in bed there. He slides in behind you and wraps himself around you. You cry and he lets you. It goes on for a while. "Sweetheart, you need to stop. You're going to make yourself ill." You turn so you can bury yourself against his chest. He tucks your head under his chin like he always does, a hand fisted in your hair & the other rubbing your back. Your body is tensed up against his.

"I'm so very sorry."

"What are you sorry about, hmm?" You're quiet for a long time and Billy patiently waits you out.

"For the part I p..played in you getting hurt." You start to sob.

"What?? Y/N, stop. What are you talking about?" Bill pulls away from you and sits up.

You sit up & choke out an explanation between sobs. "What Frank said makes sense. Wolf wouldn't have told Wesley anything if he wasn't being blackmailed. They had evidence of m..me and him. And you almost died."

"And you think it's your fucking fault?!" You hide your face in you hands and cry. "Jesus fucking Christ!" He drags you into his lap and just rocks you. You don't know how long Billy's been sitting there just swaying with you. It could be minutes it could be an hour. Your tears stop and you're left with hiccups.

Billy kisses your forehead. "You did what you had to do to survive. Isnt that what you told me? If Fisk didn't send you, it would have been another woman. The outcome would have been the same."

Billy leaves to the bathroom and comes back with a hot washcloth and starts to wipe your face but you take it from him and do it yourself. He pulls you down to lay next to him. "This isn't your fault. The one to blame is Wilson Fisk. That's who I blame. Not you, my brave girl." Billy holds you until you fall asleep.

@idaofinfinity @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @e-dubbc11

**Thank you, Robin, for coming up with Murder Boyfriend.**

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[potterhead2207]

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[storiesofsvu]

Well… that was… *something*

Law & order premier event thoughts…

Okay, here we go!

(Fuck i just realized i never did a “what i hope/wish to see this season! I’ll do it after)

oh. Okay. We’re diving *right* into things with Ukraine? 😳 jfc

Cosgrove(?)’s daughter & all this talk about gunshots is terribly foreboding

SNIPED BY DADDY BENSON JEEESUS

I just do not like Cosgrove….

Oh GOD & NOW he’s fighting with Stabler?! We couldnt have gotten through this ep without a “whos dick is bigger” contest, could we? 🙄🙄 like i was *just* gonna say how frank’s acting like stabler & then stabler shows up… ugh. Bring daddy benson back pls

Ayannaaaaaaa lookin like a SNACK as per usual!😍

This “crossover” really is more like a 3hr movie. First 30mins moved pretty slow like the OG l&o vibes… now we’re into the OC feels. Where are my svu babies? Bring them in pls.

I cant decide whether this CI is a complete idiot or a genius.

Why are we being forced to deal with so many low neck, chest exposed outfits for stabler 🥴

Oh so we’re putting Amanda in oversized blazers this year?

Watching them do raids on l&o after watching so much Chicago pd is just pathetic. Like, they’d lose so many cops with how bad it is.

I’m sorry. But if i was going to raid a house of a very dangerous criminal… i’d put my hair up to make sure i could SEE what i was doing…

Loving this style update for Jet😍

Did ANYONE think the CI was gonna make it through the ep?? Like cmon that was obvious

There was 3:44min left on the timer & that was WAY less than that….

Are velasco & fin just like, kickin it back at the precinct watching tv or something rn?!

Yessssssss Sam is here now! 😍😍

But also hate the other ada

Wait… this perp (in pt3) has DEFINITELY been on svu before… he sold liv & elliot a baby… right?!

Sir… you are sitting like a lesbian…

WOW we just jumped two months!!

Where TF is carisi??

AMANDA ROLLINS IS ANTI TAYLOR SWIFT??!! I *NEVER* WOULD HAVE THOUGHT! Like she would be the number 1 swiftie…

FUCK.

Okay like i KNEW something like this was probable because dw wanted her killed off BUT COULD WE GET THROUGH A SEASON OPENER WITH**OUT** SOMEONE IMPORTANT GETTING SHOT??!!

Carisi’s gonna show up now, right??

UGGGHH PEEEETTEERR YOUR ACTING!!??? GOOD GOD. JUST SO SCARED & worried & 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭

Wtf is this jacket olivia has on? I cant tell whether its leather or denim or leather posing as denim??!

Liv did what was right. Putting nicole out of harms way was way better than making her testify when she’s already almost been killed multiple times.

Oh fuck you mccoy

How is NO ONE from the da’s office even TALKING about/worried about rollins?!

THANK YOU SAM!!! I KNEW I LIKED YOU BETTER THAN ANYONE ON THIS DAMN SHOW (also she’s looked *bomb* in every outfit so far..)

I feel like we might be starting to learn more about Sam’s history/childhood thanks to this ep? Or like, this might be hinting at some future character arc?

UCK. I literally just said “at least elliot’s gone” and WOW he feels the need to come back…

There are TEN mins left & we still havent gotten an update on amanda??!! Come ON

Yo, dick wolf, tell me you hate amanda rollins without telling me you hate amanda rollins 😒😒😒

ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?! The crap scenes we GOT instead of:

a panicked emotional carisi at the hospital, a sympathetic & just as worried liv who’s trying to hide it to be the bigger supporter, a worried fin who’s watched her take a bullet already!! The REUNION & relief when they’re told she’s out of surgery & going to be totally fine. The CONVERSATION between amanda & sonny, the heartfelt confessions of how scared they were to lose each other, how carisi was internally freaking out about the girls and legally who would take care of them if amanda died, and how it should be him over anyone from her family. How the only thing aside from the girls amanda could think of was that she wished she had told sonny she wanted to be with him forever, be the dad to her girls, how life is short & they’d wasted enough time already. Followed by an untraditional proposal, one that neither of them expected & sonny doesnt even have the ring, but they agree to marriage anyways. FOLLOWED by liv, fin, velasco, jessie & billie coming into the room in a big happy found family wrap up…

Brb… just wrote a one shot that was better than the wrap of this damn episode.

Ugh 🙄🙄🙄

@bookpillows here ya go

#law and order #law and order svu #law and order organized crime #law and order spoilers #spoilers #svu #law and order special victims unit #law and order svu spoilers #amanda rollins