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multiversediaries · 1 day ago

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MORE THAN FRIENDS

⤷ FRANK CASTLE X READER

Summary: After overhearing a conversation between Matt and Karen, you find comfort in the arms of the big, bad Punisher.

Warnings: mentions of cheating, small angst, soft, and i mean, VERY soft frank

Part count: 1/?

A/N: i loved, loved, LOVED! writing this!!!!! i hope u guys like it as much as i do ^-^ apologies for any mistakes! english is not my first language!

“Why aren’t you listening to me?” You heard Matt’s voice from outside of their office. You had just came back into the office, after looking more into a few cases you were all working on. You were eager to share the information you acquired to both your boyfriend, Matt, and Foggy.

“You are in a relationship, Matthew. This is insane.” Karen soon spoke up. You raised your ears in curiosity. Were they talking about you? You leaned into the door, trying to listen into their conversation.

You have been in a loving relationship with Matt for about two years now. You met him while working at his law firm, and ultimately fell for him. Who wouldn’t? Matt is a dream come true. It didn’t make you uncomfortable to know that his ex girlfriend, Karen, also worked along side Matt, since you knew he loved you. He reminded you every single day of how much he loved and appreciated you. He never gave you a reason to doubt him.

“Y/N? God, Karen. Can’t you see? She means nothing— not next to you.” Matt said, your heart sinking at his words. No, this isn’t the Matt you knew. The Matt you knew and fell in love with would never speak of you like this. No.. he loved you. He told you every day.

He loved you… right?

“You don’t mean that, Matt.” Karen replied softly. You could sense pity in her voice for you.

“Y/N… she’s lovely. She really is— she’s so good to me, but she’s not you. She will never be you.”

You heard Karen reply, but you weren’t paying attention anymore. You bit your bottom lip, hiding your silent cries, and shuttering breaths. You started to walk away from the office, not daring to even look back. You were grateful it was usually noisy around the office during that time, so Matt wouldn’t have been able to hear you.

You stood in the middle of the sidewalk, finally allowing yourself to hurt. Tears streamed down your face, painful sobs leaving your throat. The stares of people didn’t matter to you. How could he? How could you have been so naive? It was all too good to be true, and you knew this. You knew it was, yet you brushed it off. Just thinking this was the universe finally letting you be happy, for once. How naive.

You walked around the streets of Hell’s Kitchen. not having a place to go. You shared the apartment with Matt. You couldn’t go to Karen, or Foggy. Gosh, where were you going to sleep for tonight? Those were the only people you truly trusted and knew. You didn’t have any family left in Hell’s Kitchen. No one.

As you walked around town, flashbacks kept replaying in your head. Walking past that italian restaurant Matt loved so much, the small bar Matt liked playing pool in, the park Matt loved taking walks with you at, everything reminded you of him. You closed your eyes in defeat, as you felt small rain drops fall on your skin.

Just what you needed.

But even then, it was comforting. You always liked how the city looked during rainy nights. It brought you peace and now, consolation. You walked around the streets you loved so much, an emotionless expression in your face. You felt empty. You felt so pathetic, and like you had wasted two years of your life. Two years of nothing but what you thought was happiness and love. But it was just a fantasy. A delusion. Fiction. It just wasn’t real, nothing was real. You weren’t Karen. You didn’t have as much history with Matt as Karen did. You just weren’t her.

While you continued to walk, your tears now hidden in the rain, giving you the freedom to let go, to cry as much as you pleased, you heard a name you hadn’t heard in a while.

The Punisher.

Frank Castle. The man who once saved your life. The man who seemed to care so deeply about you. A long lost friend. You lost communication with him a few months ago. It was nothing new, Frank traveled a lot, he never truly stayed at one place for too long. You didn’t know he was back, as he hadn’t told you. He’d always find a way to contact you, to let you know he was alive and well. Most of the times, he simply got you flowers. He knew how much you liked them. So he wanted to be associated with something you liked so much.

You soon found yourself at his front door. Terrified he wouldn’t be home. After composing yourself, or at least trying to, you knocked twice on his door. You bit your lip, looking down anxiously.

Please be home, Frank. Please.

After a few minutes of silence, that sense of hope inside of you started to die down. He wasn’t home. Of course he wasn’t home. You let out a breathy chuckle, shaking your head. Again, how fucking naive. You wiped your teary, swollen eyes, and turned around on your heels, starting to walk away from his door. You began thinking of where you could spend the night. If anything, you could wait under they all leave the office, and you could sleep there.

“Y/N?” You heard a deep, raspy voice call out behind you, interrupting your thoughts. You could have sworn your heart stopped. You turned around slowly, finding Frank.

“You’re home…” You managed to whisper, earning a cautious nod from Frank.

“Everything okay, doll? What’s goin’ on?” Frank asked, his eyes scanning you, looking for any injuries on you. His expression softening at the sight of a broken you.

You opened your mouth to speak, yet nothing came out. You faked a smile, wiping your eyes once again. Frank’s heart tightened. He slowly began making his way to you. Your smile soon turned into a frown, small sobs leaving your lips. You couldn’t stop yourself from breaking down in front of him. Loud, and sore wails filling the hall you both were standing on.

Frank didn’t say a word either, he only embraced you into a tight hug. His strong arms stroking your back lovingly, as he held you together, knowing that if he let go, you’d fall apart right in front of him. Once he noticed your cries had calmed down, he finally spoke up.

“Let’s change you out of these wet clothes.” He spoke lightly, guiding you into his apartment. He closed the door behind him, leading you into the bathroom. He brought some of his clothes for you, and a towel.

“Take a warm bath, and then we’ll talk if you want to, alright?” Frank said, before offering you a small, pitiful grin, and closing the door. You took off the damped clothes and jumped into the shower, instantly relaxing as soon as the hot water touched your cold skin.

Frank could hear your whimpers and cries from his living room, where he impatiently waited for you. He had never seen you like this. His heart felt heavy while looking into your blood red, swollen eyes, your quivering lips and broken expression. He sighed harshly, remembering how cold you felt when he held you into his arms, how much you were shaking. He quickly stood up, gathering warm blankets for you. He also prepared warm chocolate for you, your favorite kind, in hopes of lifting your spirits, even if it’s just a little.

He must have gotten too caught up in trying to make you feel comfortable, that he didn’t notice you. You stood by the counter of his kitchen, wearing one of his t-shirts and long pants, which were most definitely a little big on you. He smiled just a bit, once he locked eyes with you. You returned the kind smile, watching him as he poured the hot chocolate into a cup for you.

Soon, your eyes drifted to a flower arrangement, carefully sitting by the end of the counter you were leaning on. You sighed quietly, in relief.

“Those are yours, sweetheart. Was gonna have them delivered to you tomorrow, or somethin’.” Frank said, handing the cup to you. You smiled, genuinely this time. Of course he was going to. How dare you doubt him? He cares about you. Truthfully. You brought the cup to your lips, softly blowing it, before drinking from it.

“See, I just didn’t know where to send ‘em to.” Frank continued, looking at the flowers he got for you. Tulips. “Didn’t know you moved in with Matt.” He said. You sighed at the mention of his name, a frown appearing once again.

“Yeah, well. Definitely don’t send them there.” You replied, so soft it was almost a whisper. Frank nodded, not wanting to push you. He didn’t want to pressure you into telling him anything.

“Are you alright, doll? Talk to me.” Frank said, as softly and tenderly as possible. You sighed shakily, recalling what you heard. Frank bit the insides of his mouth. “Let’s go sit, okay?” He offered, a hand lightly on your waist, leading you to his living room. Frank sat across from you, giving you all the space you needed. You looked down at the cup in your hands, trying to find the right words.

“It’s Matt, he—”

“Did he hurt you?”

“No! Of course not— I mean, yeah? Kind of?” You replied, placing the cup down on the coffee table in front of you, before your hands ran to caress your temples in frustration.

“I’m sorry.” Frank said after taking a deep breath. “Didn’t meant to interrupt ya.” He finished, his eyes never leaving yours. Your heart almost melted. Frank has always been this kind, this attentive.

“It’s fine, Frank. It’s just—” You continued, running a hand through your damped hair, trying to find the best way to explain your situation. “I don’t even know how to explain it, he just— he just doesn’t love me.”

“What?” Frank asked, truly baffled at your words. Because how can anybody not adore you?

“I heard him speaking to Karen. And he told her I was nothing compared to her, and that he only wanted her.” You continued, your voice breaking. “He doesn’t love me, Frank. Simply because I’m not her.” You finished, your head dropped in embarrassment and hurt. You held back your wails, yet there was not point in stopping the tears that now ran down your face. You heard Frank sigh.

After a few minutes of nothing but your silent cries, Frank had now moved to sit next to you, an arm wrapped around you, as you cried into his chest. His fingers traced circles on your skin, attempting to comfort you as much as he possibly could. A few more minutes passed, yet Frank hadn’t said a word.

“Why haven’t you said anything?” You finally spoke up, your voice sore and tired from all the crying. Frank shrugged his shoulders, looking down at you.

“Just can’t understand how anyone would want anybody else but you.” Frank said, his eyebrows furrowed in utter confusion. He was dumbfounded. “You’re it for me, sweetheart.” Frank continued, his face showing utter bewilderment.

“Didn’t know Red could be so goddamn stupid.” Frank said, looking down to stare into your eyes. Your eyes glassy and overflowing with tears. He sighed, his rough fingers wiping away the small teardrops on your cheeks.

“I’m sorry I can’t comfort ‘ya any better, I’m just bamboozled.” Frank confessed, making a small giggle leave your mouth. He offered you a small grin.

“Don’t you dare doubt yourself ‘cause of him. You know your worth and how fucking amazing you are— he’s missing out on you, pretty girl.” Frank continued, his rough hand felt warm and even soft against your skin. You bit your lip, killer butterflies filling your stomach while you heard Frank speak so softly and lovingly to you.

“I just don’t understand— if it were me, I would’ve put a ring on your finger ages ago. Fuck, I would’ve made you a mom by now.” Frank rambled on, your eyes softly widening at his sudden confession. Frank seemed to realized what he said, since he quickly looked into your eyes in panic.

“I mean— I would’ve never exchanged you for anyone or anything. I’m telling ‘ya, you’re it for me.” Frank finished, his hand leaving your cheek. You frowned at the loss of his warmth.

“You should be exhausted, go to sleep, alright? We’ll talk more in the morning.” Frank said softly, before planting a tender kiss to your forehead. You nodded, mostly speechless by what just happened. You made your way to then vacant room Frank had offered you, looking back once in a while, locking eyes with Frank. You smiled timidly, before walking into the room, and closing the door behind you.

“‘I would’ve made you a mom.’ ‘The fuck were you thinking?” Frank cursed under his breath, cleaning up his living room. His eyes going going over to the room you were sleeping at, wondering if you needed anything, and most importantly, if you were okay.

Inside, a smile had formed in your lips, remembering the words Frank had said to you. You couldn’t help the obvious attraction and love you felt towards him, from the very first day you met him. Matt hated Frank, probably because of how fondly you spoke of him and how excited you used to get when a bucket of flowers would get delivered to you. You used to reassure Matt to not worry about Frank, that you two were just friends.

But were you?

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liliesdiary · 3 days ago

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omg I'm starving for a shane walsh fic💔💔. literally whatever goes on in your mind to write it will do just the job for me (btw i love your work smmmm)

── .✦ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲, 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐲.”

── .✦ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You were working at the busiest restaurant in King county, Georgia, and it was the Fourth of July when the Sheriff Deputy couldn't stop staring at you with those dangerous burning flames in his eyes and the Malt Liquor in his breath only burned you more.

── .✦ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Smut, Sex With No Protection, Age Gap, Power Play, Alcohol, Cigarettes, Dubcon, Manhandling, Car Sex, Boss Kink, Drunk Driving, Smoking & Driving, Shane is Kinda Arrogant & Cocky

── .✦ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: [2.8k]

── .✦ 𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: [Pre-apocalypse, King County, Georgia]

── .✦ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 : This fic was heavily inspired by Lana Del Rey's unreleased song, You Can Be The Boss Daddy. This request has been in my inbox for months so I apologize for the long wait angel, I changed the idea for this fic several times and chose this one. I hope you enjoy it angel! (also inspired by our conversation @tinysunshine <3)

It was the Fourth of July and you were working at the busiest restaurant in King county, Georgia, especially on a day like today.

Every year your restaurant is always the busiest around the Fourth of July, as the rich ate and bought drinks while they celebrated and watched the perfect view of the annual firework display.

The sound of your white heels echoed on the floor as you attended to your customers. You were adorably dressed for the Fourth of July, sporting a red, white, and blue uniform in honor of the celebration. Your braided hair was decorated with red, white, and blue ribbons while your legs were adorned with stockings, and your skirt was decorated with cute red bows, completing the festive look.

Your face wore a fake sweet smile as you rushed to attend to the busy customers, “Yes, I'll be right there, ma’am.” You say sweetly to one customer, “Your food is nearly ready, sir.” You say to another customer, who was noticeably ruder than the last. The noise filled restaurant made you feel anxious and almost sick, you hated the Fourth of July.

You felt yourself smiling too hard as you tried to hide your distress, yet that one man was always watching you. The Sheriff Deputy. A smirk played on his lips as he savored the final sip of his malt liquor, his gaze unwavering on your short red skirt.

You try to ignore his dangerous eyes as you attended to the other customers. The way he was staring at you, fuck it made your heart race as the loud fireworks erupting in the view, the claps and gasps of the rich customers filling the busy restaurant.

He was dressed nicely in his deputy uniform, his tight uniform hugging his chest, he knew what he was doing by wearing a uniform a size smaller. You kept trying to ignore his dark presence but it was almost haunting you, as if his eyes were undressing you in front of everyone.

He took a long drag of his cigarette and called you over, his dark voice making your heart race as you head your way over there. You wore a sweet smile on your face, “Is there anything I can help you with, Deputy?”

He chuckled, “When do you get off work darling? It's the Fourth of July, you should be out there celebrating.”

“Why do you wanna know, you wanna take me out, Deputy?”, You say playfully, “I thought you were supposed to be monitoring the streets for the show.”

He took another long drag of his burning cigarette, God the smell was intoxicating. “Don’t you worry about that darling, I thought we could go for a ride before the show is over.” he remarked, gazing at you with those piercing eyes, eyes that seemed to hunger for something more.

“Drinking before driving, Deputy?” You said with a playfully shocked tone, “How could you, especially on a day like today, Deputy.”

He smirks at your playful words, “What are you going to, hm darling?” He said with a daring gaze that made your playful smile fade. “You going to call the cops on me?”

You stuttered at his daring words and shook your head, “No but I really should, Deputy.” You spoke softly, your tone almost submissive towards his haunting eyes that dominated you.

“Yeah, you really should.” He said as he scanned your body like a predator, his hungry stare eating you whole.

“Do they make you wear that every year?” He spoke with a dangerous accent that made you blush. “You look like Miss America.” He said as he stared at those red, white, and blue ribbons in your hair that made him dangerously hungry for you.

You couldn't believe how flirty he was, especially a Deputy as handsome as him. The fire in his eyes grew more hungry for you, the flames dancing like the fireworks erupting behind him. You could almost feel his dangerous flames burning you. You tried to be strong but you lost it.

His flirtatious comment made your silly heart skip a beat as the red and blue fireworks erupted so loudly behind you two. “I'll let you take a ride with Miss America if you let me finish my shift.” You replied with a sultry tone that made him smirk.

“Well serve me my usual and I'll be waiting outside darling.” He spoke with those dark eyes, he stared at your braided hair with ribbons once again as if he was thinking about pulling them. You responded with a flustered nod and left to get his usual, a glass of Malt Liquor.

The sound of your heels echoed against the floor as you turned, drawing his gaze to the sight of your plump ass in that dangerously short skirt.

You felt his stare upon your skirt and felt like you were playing it dangerous with the deputy. Your heart raced as you poured him a glass of the dark alcohol, the thought of being alone with him in his deputy car made your face red.

You knew it was dangerous, the loud bangs of the red fireworks erupting only making your head race with more dangerous thoughts about the older man.

It'll just be a ride. You thought to yourself.

An innocent ride with the drunk deputy who has a reputation of a whore isn't bad, right?

You snapped out of your racing thoughts as you were interrupted with another loud firework only to realize you overfilled his drink. You cursed under your breath and tried to clear your head, cleaning the spilled mess and turning back to the man that was making a mess of you without even trying.

You walk back to him, your white heels clicking against the floor loudly with each step. “Here's your drink, sir.” You spoke softly as you served him, his dark eyes checking out your arch as you bent over.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”, he said as he stood up from his chair, using your waist to get up, “I'll be waiting for you outside.” he whispered with a dark tone that made your heart stop. His calloused fingers slightly gripped your waist as he grabbed his drink from behind you, his bulge pressing against your back.

“Don't make me wait too long.” He said with a commanding tone, his fingers slightly touching your back as he slipped the tip in your pocket. His Malt Liquor breath made you feel so fucking intoxicated as his hands glazed your ass.

Fuck, he was so hot. He knew what he was doing to you with that dark voice of his.

He took a sip of his alcohol and smirked at your flustered face, “And leave the ribbons in your hair, I like ‘em.” He said with a dangerous smirk.

Half an hour had passed, and your shift was complete. You hurriedly removed your uniform, feeling a wave of relief wash over your legs as you peeled off the tight stockings and heels. Yet, you left the ribbons in your hair, just as the older man had instructed.

You could feel your cunt dripping with arousal as you fixed your ribbons, knowing that the deputy liked them made you flustered.

You put on your regular clothes, a white top with the American flag on it that hugged your curves and jean shorts with red and blue gems along the hem. You rush to put on your shoes, the sound of fireworks echoing in the distance as the show continues, nearly causing you to stumble.

As you clocked out of your shift and made your way toward the door, darkness began to envelop the surroundings. The vibrant fireworks burst into the night sky, illuminating it with an array of colors; it was fucking beautiful. The red and blue lights danced in your star-struck eyes, holding your gaze captive as you remained amazed by the festive fireworks.

Then your star-struck gaze was interrupted by a honk, “Get in, darling, we're missing the show.” The deputy said as he shined the bright car lights on you.

You hurried towards the car as the lights shined too bright on you, blushing as you got in the passenger seat of the deputy's car.

The car reeked of cigarettes and malt liquor, just as you expected. He looked at the ribbons that remained in your hair and smirked, he loved that you listened to him. He took another long drag from his cigarette, then, with his one veiny hand resting on the steering wheel, he passed it to you.

“You smoke, Darling?” He asked as exhaled the smoke from his mouth. You nod your head gently as you take a hit of his cigarette, the taste of his lips still lingered on it, “I have to, it's the only way I can get through the day sometimes.

“Ah, I feel you.” He responded with a light hearted tone as he drove out of the busy parking lot, the cars filled up the streets as people watched the fireworks. He cursed under his breath as he tried to exit, turning on his police sirens to move people out of the way.

You felt like a passenger princess as he activated the sirens, the bustling crowd parting to make way for the deputy and you. God, This fourth of July is starting to feel like a movie.

You took another hit of the cigarette as you looked up at the beautiful fireworks, the vibrant lights shining everywhere in the night sky. “I got a perfect spot for us, Darling.”, he said as he put his calloused hand on your exposed thigh, “It'll make you remember this night.”

He gently squeezed your thigh, almost possessively. Your heart fluttered as his fingers caressed you, the fireworks bursting in the background, making everything feel so dreamy. You close your eyes and you could still see the vibrant colors flashing. The sounds of the sirens and the loud fireworks filled your heart with adrenaline.

Then suddenly, you feel his calloused hand move closer to your clothed cunt. You could feel your heart racing and your breathing pace faster as his fingers moved closer to the hem of your shorts.

You let out a soft gasp that could barely be heard as he gently cupped your clothed part, his fingering feeling your drenched panties through your shorts.

You try to move his hand away but he stops you, “It's okay, Darling. Just enjoy yourself, you don't want to say no to a deputy, do you, hun?” He threatened darkly, using his power to get what he wanted.

You slightly trembled as you could feel his fingers taking off your shorts. You close your eyes and submissively part your legs for him, desperately wanting to feel his dangerous touch despite knowing better. You knew it was wrong but you couldn't help it.

“That's it, just let yourself feel good.” He said as he touched your damp panties, his experienced fingers already finding your clit and gently caressing it.

Fuck, he was so experienced. You couldn't hold back your soft moans as he rubbed your clit so gently, and with so much experience. You kept your eyes closed as he touched you, exhaling smoke from the burning cigarette as you moaned.

You then feel him stop, you almost whined as he took his fingers away and parked the car. You opened your eyes and saw that stupid drunk smirk that made you feel weak.

“Did it feel that good, sweetheart?” He asked with that drunk smirk that made you roll your eyes, “We're here already.”

The view was breathtaking; the red, white, and blue fireworks illuminated the night sky as you sat parked in a secluded field. The brilliant stars twinkled against the dark canvas above, harmonizing with the vibrant bursts of color, creating a scene that felt truly dreamlike.

“It looks like a dream.” you whisper softly, your eyes sparkling with wonder as the vibrant colors of the fireworks dance in their depths.

His eyes stared at your wonder-like gaze, his breathing getting heavier as he kept staring at you, almost as if he was lost in the depths of your wonder.

You then feel his hand on your chin, gently moving your gaze towards him, “Your eyes are so beautiful, darling” He spoke gently, his deep soft voice making your gaze lower to his drunk lips. You wanted to kiss him so badly.

He took the cigarette away and moved closer, his drunk lips crashing onto yours messily as he overpowered you. The fire in his eyes engulfed you as the liquor on his lips swallowed you. The taste of the burning cigarette lingered on both of your tongues lingered with the taste of the fourth of July.

“You taste so good.” He groaned as he hungrily kissed you, holding your head as he starved for more. Your heart fluttered dangerously as you couldn't resist. Please don't let this stop.

You feel yourself yearning for him, craving more of his drunk touches as you bucked your hips towards him. He pulled your damp panties off, throwing them to the floor. He unbuckled your seatbelt and roughly pulled you over to his seat, almost manhandling you as he overpowered you.

His rough hands felt so good along your soft skin as he gripped your waist. He forced you down on his jean covered bulge, your wet cunt throbbing against his crotch.

“Fuck darling, you're so wet for me. I could feel your cunt throbbing like a bitch in heat.” He said with a cocky tone that made your legs weak. He then unbuckled his jeans and pulled his large member out, his cock was so thick and veiny, it made your cunt drip with arousal.

“Ride me.” He commanded darkly as he took a hit of his burning cigarette.

“With no protection?” You asked as you were flustered, almost stuttering.

“You heard me darling.” He said, a wicked smirk playing on his lips, causing your heart to race with a mix of excitement and danger. “I want to feel your wet cunt without anything in the way. Now are you going to shut up and ride me?”

His rough tone made you flustered and shamefully, even more wet. “Yes sir.” You say almost too submissively. His eyes grew more with hunger as he heard your submissive yes.

You position yourself on his big cock, trying to take it in your drenched cunt so obediently. You bit your soft lip as his big cock stretched your hole, it felt so fucking huge, more than you could ever imagine.

“Good girl, listening to your deputy.” He praised you as he grabbed your waist roughly and shoved his cock deeper into your cunt, making you whimper.

The booming fireworks in the background startled you as you clung to him, his big cock causing you to feel so full. He took another hit of his cigarette as he watched you ride him. He groaned as you bounced on his cock, he could feel the tip of his member hitting your cervix.

You moaned in his ear as you held onto the deputy, his cock filling you up so well. It was bigger than anything you've had. You could feel yourself shaking as you struggled to take his cock.

“Aw, are you struggling to take my cock, sweetheart?” He mockingly asked, “Let me help you.” He said as he gripped your hips and thrusted his cock into you with a drunken fervor. His rhythm was frantic and unrefined, yet it felt so fucking amazing.

He pressed his drunk lips against yours, his malt liquor breath intoxicating you once more as he shoved his tongue down your throat. He pulled your braided hair, roughly tugging the ribbons in your hair as well, “Call me your boss, baby.”

You choked on your moans as you tried to respond, the taste of the fourth of July entered your mouth once more.

“Fuck, you can be the boss, daddy.”