#and finding a place that will allow both out pets is gonna be a fucking hassle

[rafesangelita]

I just saw that ur asks were emptied, idk if u remember but I had requested like innocent Bambi reader with Pervy step bro rafe, getting caught or something like this haha, I don’t remember everything but I think this was it

warnings: pervy!stepbro!rafe, bambi!reader, stepcest, sneaking around, heavy petting, unprotected sex, wheezie being a detective

a/n: yes, i remember anon!! i hope you like how this came out <3 you could find bambi!reader introduction here

“wait, wait, everyone is still awake!” you whispered, giggling softly as rafe closed your bedroom door. “please, i can’t wait any longer, i’ll go crazy if i have to use your panties to fuck my hand again.” he grabbed your ass, harshly gripping the flesh before littering your neck with kisses. “what are you talking about?” you sighed, eyes fluttering shut. “it’s nothing, baby, forget that i mentioned it.” rafe backed you up until the back of your knees met the edge of your bed. “you want to help me out with something?” he looked down at you, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb.

you nodded, allowing him to place your hand over the tent in his jeans. “you feel this? it hurts so bad, i need you to make me feel better. can you do that?” you peered up at him through your eyelashes, taking his digit into your mouth. “yes..”. within the next five minutes, rafe had your thighs pinned on either side of your head as he pounded into you at an unforgiving speed. “shhh, please stay quiet baby.” he threaded his fingers with yours, admiring the way your tits bounced with each one of his thrusts. “m’trying!” you cried softly, struggling not to let out an occasional whimper.

rafe kissed you in hopes to muffle the pretty sounds falling from your lips. “you can be as loud as you want when it’s just us two, okay?” you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck as he rested his forehead on your shoulder. “you have no idea how bad i’ve wanted to have you under me like this. i’ve woken up hard as fuck all because i dreamt of you taking my cock the night before.” you moaned at his revelation, his hand coming up to tuck your hair behind your ear. “rub your clit for me.” you did as he said, the added stimulation making you clench around his length.

just as you were about to tell him you were close, a knock sounded from the other side of the door. both of you froze, eyes wide as wheezie’s voice cut through the air. “y/n? are you okay in there?” she asked, the door knob rattling as you and rafe scrambled to get your clothes back on. “look, tomorrow everyone is gonna be out for dinner, make something up and say that you’re sick so you don’t have to go.” rafe kissed you, cursing under his breath. “hello?! y/n open the door!” you mumbled a quick ‘okay!’ before ushering rafe out. “chill out, wheez.” wheezie looked up at rafe confusingly.

“what is he doing in here? and why was the door locked?” she looked at you suspiciously, making your heart beat wildly in your chest. “oh! i had just borrowed his laptop for something. i must’ve locked the door on accident.” you smiled nervously, feeling small under her gaze. “anyways! i was just gonna see if you wanted to help me bake some cookies for my school thing on friday?” desperate to change the subject, you nodded frantically, hoping she wouldn’t ask anymore questions. “yes, that sounds fun! what kind of cookies did you have in mind?” you leaned against the doorframe.

she glanced past you, her eyes narrowing. “umm.. why is your bed like that?”

[warmilikeit]

Yandere Batfam x Camp half-blood (Neglected reader)

DC x Pjo

Part 7

Again like- a lot of timeskips

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Present

"Yellow? You- you're giving me yellow?" Duke's brows furrowed at the color

Batman sighed "is something wrong with it?"

"no- just, everyone has dark colors, I don't wanna be a lightbulb"

"you will take what you'll get" Batman escorts Duke to the exit "Training starts tomorrow"

Bruce slumps in a chair, his hand crawling to a tv remote

"Okay- so- I'm bored right now, here is my cover of rolling in the deep------" A small nine year old kid holds a hairbrush as a mic

Countless videos of this child playing all by themselves, they found the iPad in the kid's room, while trying to search for a clue of what kind of person his child could be

-----"okay so, I'm on patrol right now, it's not allowed to record but loooook!" The camera pans to three small kittens in an alley

Bruce remembers, He made the kid throw the kittens back out on the street, Now he wonders how they felt when he let Damian's pets wander around the manor

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11 years old (Name)

"-You are no longer needed since Damian is here now"

The kid tightens their grip on their clothes "Is it that easy for you to replace me?" They asked, voice wavering, and their head lowering so Batman wouldn't see the tears that would fall

"(Name) I need a proper vigilante, not bait, so far you got attacked three times today alone" he pinched his nose

"And I managed to fight them all! If you're gonna turn Damian into a vigilante that's fine with me, but you're excluding me all together!?"

"this is not a discussion. If I ever find you in that suit again you won't be allowed to even get out of the Manor" he coldly said and turned away

(Name) has stayed away from the library since that day

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Aquaman stands before the council of governments and the justice league

"we are not responsible for the ocean's uprising! My empire has been doing everything to calm the ocean down, but it does not listen to my trident anymore!"

The sky and the seas have been raging lately, the shores have been rampaging, the justice league forced to evacuate sea dwellers

Wonderwoman spoke up "Aquaman is right, it is not his fault, it... It is the gods"

The crowd murmured in confusion

"Zeus and Poseidon have been having disputes, A powerful weapon was stolen and both sides are accusing each other, it is best to try and appease even a little of the gods anger, and pray they won't share their wrath with the humans" She finished

An uproar started

"You mean to tell us, lives were lost because of their arguing!?!"

"They're gods! Why can't they just talk amongst themselves?!"

"this is why I pray to Jesus... He is real right?" A reporter asked

"he is, but he's from a different Pantheon" Wonderwoman answered

"It's ALWAYS about fucking weapons, humans fight for nuclear weapons, and the gods fight about them too?"

"Do they need a spokesperson? I'll sort out their fight for them if they want"

A reporter raised his hand "Is there a place safe from their anger?"

"Well... Egypt is under the control of the Egyptian gods, but even, they are in conflict, Set is currently causing chaos, Boston and the land of the Vikings are protected by the Norse... Unfortunately- Loki has been freed from his prison and is also causing chaos" Wonderwoman sighed in stress

"But so far, no other Pantheons have been fighting, go to them, pray at them to protect you, just don't try to do anything that will anger the already angry gods as is, we might be the butt of their anger if we do"

With that the meeting ends, but not their fear though

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6 months later

"NNGGGHRRROOAAARRR" A roar from the Colchis bulls shakes the camp

Gerald Thanes (An ares kid) charged at the bull but was thrown at the table nearby

"What the fuck is that" you scream, A girl from your cabin grabs your hand and you run, "Can't we help!?"

"We can but we have to be careful, get a weapon or run to the armoury for protection first" with you guys being in a safe space now, she lets go and hugs you "I'll call on some dryads to help with the fire, stay safe okay?"

"you too" you say as you grab a spear on the floor, you throw it at the bulls feet, it nicks some gears off of it, but then It starts to charge at you

You ready to point your spear but then

?????

What?

It was running but it wasn't going anywhere, you walk to the side to see a cyclops holding it by the tail

He looks at you "Hi! :3 I'm Tyson"

You smile awkwardly "I'm (Name)"

Then two figures hug you to the ground

Percy laughs "I missed you so much!", Annabeth smiles at me "(Name)... let's finish this quickly, I want to tell you a lot of things"

Clarisse grunts as she gets thrown in our direction "can the three of you stop being sentimental! It's not the right time"

"Nice to see you too Clarisse" Percy says

______________________________

@delias-stuff @sadslasher13 @ellaprime7 @wpdarlingpan @mountvesuvu @chinxinsomnia @nathaly36 @vanessa-boo @bat1212 @ceramic-raven @sweetconnoisseurgardener @dhanyasri @bella-wolf100 @shortnsweetsposts @roseapov @d3sperate-enuf

[nohoney]

for my sweetie pie @dahliasrevenge 💕

You pull away roughly, coughing and trying to catch your breath. Drool drips down your chin, making your skin slick and it drops with a small plap to the hardwood floor. Tears prick at your eyes but you attempt to blink them away. A pathetic cry leaves your mouth, flinching a little when the tip of a heavy cock prods at your lips.

“Fucking swallow, understand? If you can’t hold my cum in your pussy, then you’re going to a better job of holding it in your mouth.” Bakugou growls above you, firmly slapping your cheek when he sees you pout, “No attitude from you baby. Not after the mess you made.”

“I-I’m sorry.” You hiccup, your eyes glancing briefly to the bed.

On the blue sheets of the king sized bed was a wet spot courtesy of you. It wasn’t your fault— Bakugou had cum so much in you that your poor little cunt couldn’t hold all of it. Just a mere ten minutes ago he was calling you his good girl for taking his dick so well, for being his cute little fucktoy that makes the sweetest noises, his voice husky in your ear as he gave you praises that had you swooning for him even more.

Now he was being mean—

“Can’t even be a proper cumdump if you’re wastin’ it instead of keeping it in.”

So so mean.

But you work to please him, gagging on his cock until saliva wets your tongue and drools out the side of your mouth again. Your pretty lips wrap around his dick, bobbing up and down and ignoring how your jaw is already tired. You reach one hand up to stroke his cock, to help alleviate you just a little of some of the work but he’s quick to yank you off his dick.

Bakugou’s hand is in a tight fist, clutching a fistful of your hair and pulling your head back. He leans in close, his other hand tenderly holding your jaw before he smacks your cheek again. “You gonna waste my cum again?”

“N-No…” you manage to find your voice, your pussy clenching around nothing as red eyes gaze down on you, “won’t waste it, I promise.”

Bakugou grunts, sneering almost at you as he brings you back down onto his cock. You let him fuck your mouth, trying not to whine despite your exhaustion. Both of his large hands hold your head in place as he jams his cock deep in your throat. You cough around him, the thickness of him is overwhelming and makes you shiver in pleasure. Your hands come up, one hand dragging down the hard abdominals and the other petting the sharp line at his hip. Peering up at him, you know that looking up at him like this is a weakness.

To see you teary eyed and pathetic with his fat cock in your mouth, it makes him fawn over you. Pretty girl, you’re so pretty he’d croon.

You want to pull off and tell him you love him, but even just moving slightly makes him keep a firm hold on you.

“Fucking stay, want you to fucking choke on me.”

Bakugou’s hips pull back once and he thrusts himself again into your mouth, making you cry a little. As mean as he can be sometimes, he shows you just as much mercy when he pulls out of your mouth. You cough again and more drool adds to the small puddle on the floor. He tuts at you, “First the bed and now the floor. Sloppy bitch.”

“Katsu… ki—“ you cough out, sniffling first before whining his name again, “Tsuki… be nice to me!”

“No.”

Again, he pushes his cock into your throat and he brutally fucks your mouth. All you can do is take him, it’s the only thing he’ll allow. He chose you out of everyone else to love and fuck and hold and be mean to. As debauched as the moment is, your heart swells with love and you go all doe eyed looking up at him.

Bakugou sees this and he can’t help but let out a laugh. “Look at you, you all cock drunk now? Should make you happy since you’re such a slut.”

He can speak meanly to you but he’s got just as much infatuation in his eyes. You’re adoringly sweet for him and he’s absolutely weak for you. So he fucks your mouth rougher, fucking that little throat of your and throwing his head back in rapt pleasure. Bakugou’s mouth drops open, a deep groan rumbles from him and his control starts to fray. The high is right there, right at his grasp—

You choke on him, eyes fluttering as his cum floods down your throat. Still Bakugou’s hands hold you firmly, loudly gasping he releases himself. He manages to string along some words together, not a complete sentence but you understand him well enough. “Fuck… baby’s… goddamn good!”

Bakugou’s hold loosens and you withdraw slowly after being sure that he’s completely spent. Like the good girlfriend you are, you help in cleaning up, licking your tongue along his still hard but sensitive cock. You go back and suck on him, reveling in how he hisses above you, smiling as his cock twitches in your mouth.

“Princess… don’t fuckin’ have any more for you right now.”

You hum in acknowledgment, bobbing your head up and down for a few more seconds before you pull off. You slowly drag your licks along his cock in one last, drawn out suck. Bakugou groans loudly, his eyes rolling back for a few seconds and gasping when your warm mouth leaves him. He peers down at you, still so sweet for him as you stick your tongue out.

Just as promised, you didn’t spill a drop.

[brighttears]

Pheromones

Joel Miller x f!reader

No physical description other than having hair and female sex organs, no use of y/n

Summary: while searching through a mall with Tess, Joel, Tommy, and the couple others in your small group, you and Tess find a makeup store and decide to have some fun. It drives Joel crazy and you find out that he has just as big of a crush on you as you do on him. You sort it out in a furniture store. (Takes place pre-Boston)

Word count: 6k

Warnings: smut (minors dni), unprotected PiV, rough sex, Joel has a big ol wiener, public sex, hair pulling, creampie, Joel calls you a slut (with permission), dirty talk, pet names (baby, babygirl, pretty girl, sweetheart)

A/n: here’s another one from the drafts and some nastiness for the folks at home before I disappear for like a week bein busy 

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“Ok, I’m warning you right now, Joel is going to fucking love this.” Tess tells you as she sweeps her finger over your eyelid with a very sparkly shadow called ‘lazy lapis’. You sit crossed legged in front of her next to a dirty floor length mirror, a collection of various makeup supplies spread between you.  

You giggle nervously, trying very hard to sound unbothered or confused or indifferent or something, “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about Joel,” she smiles, “you’re gonna drive him fuckin’ nuts with this.”

“Pff—what do you mean? Why?” You laugh too hard.

“Oh, you don’t have to lie to me. I can tell, and it’s the most entertaining shit I’ve seen in awhile so I’m encouraging you, actually.” She moves your head in her hands, pulling your other eyelid closed to brush on more sparkly blue.

You chuckle and nudge a question further, “Why is it gonna drive him crazy?”

“Because he’s a man, and he already thinks you’re hot, and I doubt he’s seen anyone done up like this in fuckin’ years. You really don’t have to do much at all to get him all hot and bothered. I’m surprised I haven’t caught him drooling already. Now, with the skirt and the shaved legs? Sister, he is done for.”

“Shut up.” You chuckle.  

“I’m right, and I can still tell you’re red under all that blush.”

“Fuck off!” You giggle, swatting her hands away, “Ok, that’s enough, your turn.”

“Fine, fine.” Tess smiles, handing you the palette, dropping her hands in her lap and closing her eyes for you with one more chuckle. 

You consider the sparkly palette and dip into ‘mossy mess’ to stroke gently over Tess’s lids. 

“So, you trying to make anyone ‘hot and bothered’?” You ask her.

“No one in particular. If the right one comes–a–knockin’, though…” You both laugh. “You’re lucky you’ve got one, though.”

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean, one locked and loaded. Not trying to sound flippant, I just mean—and you can deny it all you want, and I know you’re both still just kickin’ rocks, but he’s got you and you’ve got him. That’s a special thing. It’s not just fucking.”

You hold her chin, tilting to assure it’s mostly even. “We’re not fucking.”

“Not yet you’re not.” She smiles. 

You remain quiet as you even out the eyeshadow on either side, glad that her eyes are closed so she can’t see how red you are. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“No, no, no, you’re fine, Tess. Here, look,” you take your hands away from her face and turn her to the mirror. While she turns her head left and right, examining herself, you comment, “Green is totally your color.” and smile. She returns a light one, then goes back to staring at herself. Finally, you ask softly, “…You ok?” 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just, haven’t… seen myself in makeup in a long time.” She chuckles, but you can see melancholy behind it in her eyes. She flattens strips of hair over her shoulders and down her chest.

“You look really beautiful.”

“Thank you.” She replies softly, then blinks, clears her throat, and turns to you with a smile. “Alright, where’s the lipstick?” 

Allowing back some childish fun, you both giggle, debating shades, laughing at their names, and making fun of each other. You settle on a pink lipgloss for her and she talks you into a blood red matte. The finishing touch is struggling to pencil on eyeliner and applying mascara. 

When you’re both all done, Tess whistles and you’re stuck on your reflection. It is a bit startling, firstly because of the bright colors Tess has picked out for you, and because of how much it changes your look. She shifts behind you and lays her head on your shoulder so that your faces are side by side. For a moment you just gawk at each other, then laugh. 

It’s a bit of a shock for both of you. One aspect is the experience itself, being ‘girlfriends’, playing with makeup, talking about boys, and feeling pretty. Your mind isn’t sure what to do with it—savor it, try to isolate it, forget what waits outside, or grieve for what’s already inside with you, what you can’t escape, no matter how much you pretend. 

Tess decides for you, sighing, “You know, I really, really missed this.”

You hum. “I never saw myself ever doing this at all.” You add, “But I’m really glad I’m doing it with you.”

She smiles brightly at you in the mirror. “Me too, kid.”

“Kid?” You turn to her with a smirk.

“You know I’m never gonna stop calling you that.” Tess slaps your shoulder after she pushes herself up from it. “Come on, we gotta get back. They’ll be sending out a search party any second.”

—

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Tommy announces your presence as you and Tess show yourselves back in the food court, getting the attention of the other three scattered around. Joel stands frozen facing you until Clancy throws a spoon at him, which then pings on the floor followed by Clancy’s laugh. Joel turns his head to him with a completely blank expression, except for his slack jaw, which remains down when he looks back at you. Tess elbows you, you shove her back, glancing at him a couple times before sitting down with Tess at a table across from Tommy and setting your packs down, the other seat filled by Neveah with signature lightning speed. 

“Was wonderin’ what was takin’ you two so long.” Tommy remarks, smirking. 

“You didn’t come and get me?” Nevaeh pouts dramatically. 

“We brought some things for you!” You assure her, and Tess sets on the table the paper bag you loaded up for her, which Nevaeh squeals over as she unpacks.

“Could you not make that fucking sound?” Clancy scolds, making Nevaeh’s smile fade and she hunches over a little, sticking her tongue out and making a face at the table instead of him. 

“Hey, could you suck my fucking dick, maybe?” Tess calls at him, humor absent on her face. She’s pretty much the only person he’s afraid of, and therefore pretty much the only one he’ll take seriously when she takes that tone. 

Refering to your perfume, he calls back, “You fucking stink, by the way.” 

“Smell way fuckin’ better than you.” Tess returns. 

He gives her a face but shuts up, turning back to digging through the ruins of an Auntie Ann’s. Tommy snickers. 

“You find anything good?” Tess asks him.

“I did not, but Joel found a furniture store.” “What’d you find in there?”

“Haven’t checked it out yet, wanted to touch base with you two first.”

“Well I wanna sit down, how about you go sweep it with him?” Tess looks at you. You stare at her, she stares unrelentingly back, smiling, “Come on, he’s not that bad.” You stomp on her foot, she cackles, and when you look at Joel he’s staring right back at you, looking like a deer in the headlights. Refusing isn’t really an option, because for one, it’ll look weirder to everyone else than if you just go, and you don’t want to hurt Joel’s feelings either. You do work well together, plus you’re friends, you like spending time with him, and… well, yeah, you kind of hope Tess is right about this ‘driving him fucking nuts’. You offer him a small smile and get up. 

“Go on, Joel, don’t leave the little lady hangin’.” Tommy says to him, Joel shoots him a look, and he cackles just like Tess had to you.

“It’s a big place,” Joel says as he joins you, “it might take a minute. But if we’re not back in an hour, start worryin’.” He calls over his shoulder as he starts out of the food court. 

“Alright, just scream if you find anything weird.” Clancy jokes. 

“Will do.” You salute him, turning on your heel to follow Joel. 

—

It’s silent for a few minutes before you break it to ask, “Are we almost there?”

“Uh, yeah, just around this corner here.”

“Pretty far.”

“Yeah.”

There’s only your footsteps until you’re at the wide glass doors, shattered along with the rest of the panels fronting the shop. 

You take your gun and flashlight from your pockets, crossing them over each other as he does and follow him in. 

The store is quite big, but wider rather than deep, with a separate room connected by a large open doorway. It doesn't take long to clear the first half due to it being one big open room, so all you have to do is walk around the perimeter, easily able to see over mostly tables, chairs, and couches, assisted by clear lighting coming through the open front windows. Joel glances back at you as you step into the next room, which is darker, the front windows covered by hanging racks of colorful, patterned rugs. Your heart rate increases as you flip through the racks, but there’s nothing hiding between them. The rest of the room is also relatively easy to run through though, being mostly beds. Once all cleared, you both take a deep breath and sit down on one of the large beds in the back corner, down the hall from the open doorway. The give from the bed surprises you and you let yourself sink in. 

“Wow.” You chuckle, looking at Joel.

“This must be one of those orthopedic mattresses,” he comments, lips curled. 

“If I laid down on this I would be asleep in fucking minutes, I guarantee it.”

You both chuckle, and then feel yourselves realize at the same time that you are currently sitting on a bed together, alone. You look down at your bare knees, pressed together, but don’t move. 

“So you did your makeup.” He says.

“Yeah, with Tess.” You look up at him and smile, then decide to add, “Do you like it?”

Joel’s eyes linger for a few seconds and then fall to his feet. “Yeah, I do. Been a long time… since I’ve seen uh… a woman in makeup.”

“Been a long time since I’ve been in it.” You stand then, making him look back up at you, and hold your arms out, “Do you like my outfit, too?” Underneath your normal jacket is a new shirt, actually your size rather than scrounged from other people’s belongings, and below it is a short skirt. You took an actual pair of pants, too, but just for fun, you decided to try this out, even if just for a few hours; and, when you picked it out, you did have him on your mind, just a little bit.

Joel looks you over, throat bobbing as he swallows, “Yeah, yeah,” he swallows again and looks down, “I–I do.” His smirk is shy when he looks back up at you, “Makes me feel like a man.” 

“You are a man.” 

“Well I know, but it just… y’know, you look like… a woman. Not to say you don’t usually, I mean, well, you look… desirable—shit, that sounds bad. You always look desirable, I just mean, uhm,” Joel clears his throat, panic visible in his eyes, and you can’t hold back the smile growing on your lips. Tess was right. “I’m not tryna—I mean, I just, fuck, I’m tryna say you look really good. And you know, there’s not a lot of… mainstream, uh, girly stuff left, and it just looks really good on you.”

“Why does that make you feel like a man?”

“Eh, uh, b–because… I guess what fits better is that you make me wanna be a man. More of a man.”

“What’s being more of a man?”

Joel is completely lost in how to respond. No way can he get away with being as crass as you’re kind of asking him to be. Nothing he thinks of trying to say sounds right, either patronizing you, accidentally insulting you, being mean, or lying. 

You take a huge risk, based on your trust in Tess, and he watches you with wide eyes as you walk over, bending his head up when you’re over him, and removing his hands from his lap when you sit down on it. You wrap an arm over his shoulders. Moving fluidly and automatically, one of Joel’s hands goes to your lower back, the other smoothing over the end of one of your legs, down your knee, resting at the top of your shin.

“You shave your legs?” He asks, soft but audibly astonished. Round brown eyes look up at you and you allow your free hand to rest over his chest. 

“Mh–hm.” You nod. 

His eyes flutter. 

“You wanna fuck me, Joel?”

He swallows. At this point, you’re sure you’re right, you just don’t know if you can actually ask him, like that, like this, now. He blinks. Out of embarrassment, your face heats and your heart begins to race. You nervously pull the fabric on his shoulder into a fists and then smooth it back out, looking for every clue you can in how his face moves. 

“Yes.” He finally admits, mostly plain, a little nervous. Then, he swallows again, and looks into your eyes while he moves his hand back up your leg, over your thigh, slowly into your skirt. Your lips part as his fingers graze over the very top of your thigh. He slows more as he lays his hand flat, then inches it down to inbetween your legs. You open them up, but he pulls them apart himself further to slide his hand down over your front, thumb resting on the top of one of your thighs while the rest of his digits pet over your pussy. A breathy moan escapes you and he breathes deeply out through his nose. His eyes flick to your lips and you lean down slowly to meet his. The softness of the kiss doesn’t last long, and while one of your hands grips his hair, moving your mouth into his, the other is tugging at the collar of his shirt. 

The heat is on, and Joel moves quick, pulling his arm around your back to maneuver you onto the bed, leaning over you to keep his tongue in your mouth, one hand on the bed and the other back down under your skirt. You grasp the front of his shirt in both fists as if to secure his position and eagerly link to his mouth, concern over the lipstick a ghost of a thought, that of the others out there not much more of one. Fuck all of that, you don’t even care if they hear you.

Joel removes his hand from you and you whimper, but they go to your hands on his shirt and you let him take them to instead intertwine with his and press into the bed. 

“Fuck,” he breathes outs, hot into your mouth, “baby,” you whine at the nickname, biting his lip to pull his mouth back in. He has to pull away to get a chance to speak, both breathing hard, your hands trapped against the bed. Joel’s eyes wander down to your chest as it rises and falls, then back up, pausing at your lips, then up to your eyes. “Goddamn, baby girl, look at’chou.” You whine and chuckle and his teeth flash. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yeah,”

“Shit,” he takes a long breath out and hums, looking over you again. He pauses over you, then leans down for a softer, sensual kiss. The end is drawn out, neither of you able to take your lips away, until he raises up again, freeing your hands, but then comes back down, using his arm on the bed once again to hover over you while his other hand slides over your face. His expression alone has you soaking wet, you’ve been dreaming of something like this for months, pretty much ever since you met him, and finally, here it is, literally on top of you. His mouth is smeared with red and you can’t help but chuckle. 

“What?” He asks, breathing a chuckle with his eyes stuck on your lips. 

“You look good in lipstick.”

“Shit, it’s all over me, isn’t it?” You nod and giggle. “Well I’ll deal with that later.” He leans down to your lips again, his hand smoothing up and down your leg. The heat between you is electrifying, snaking tongues and bodies rolling to meet each other. Inside your chest, rising high and dipping low, is its own event, hot, heart rapid, butterflies and all. It reaches down between your legs, too—quivering, throbbing, a needy sensation. Joel does something to your body that you don’t even consciously understand. All you know is he’s not touching enough of you, so you pull your legs in to draw him closer. He follows your lead and lets his groin press against yours, hand feeling over your inner thigh, so sensitive, his touch the only one you want there, you’d trust there. 

He pulls his face away then, looking over your face as he slides his hand up to your chest, kneading your breast, then comes up under your shirt, twisting your nipple in between his fingers. You let out a shaky breath, watching him watch you with his jaw slack. 

“Joel,” you whine quietly, unsure of what you’re begging for, just more.

“Mmm, you need me to fuck?” He growls into your mouth. 

“Fuck, yes,”

“I’ll give you what you need babygirl, don’t’chou worry.” Joel smirks, eyes fixed on yours as he takes the hand from your chest down to undo his belt in one swift motion. He quickly undoes his jeans and pushes them down enough to free his cock, as large as you expected, hard and colored by veins. Joel pumps it slowly, his hips rolling into his own hands. “Shit, you’ve got me fuckin’ going. Need you so bad, baby girl.”

You furrow your brow at him; you couldn't help this pleading expression if you tried. You’ve had sex, even good sex, during the apocalypse, but never has someone taken much actual time for foreplay. And, you’ve never had sex with someone you’re this attracted to, nope, not by far. 

“Joel, fuck me,” you whine quietly. 

With a growl, Joel stands on his calves, keeping one hand up your shirt and the other still on his manhood, then shifts his hand up to work at removing your jacket and shirt. While you take it off yourself, in the brief moments where it blocks your vision, you feel Joel pulling at your skirt and panties at the same time, and when you can see again as you toss your clothes off the side of the bed, it’s at the perfect moment—Joel is pulling his t-shirt up over his head, his arms stretched up showing off the muscles as they shift with his movements, the roundness of his belly, and his pants already down with his hard length almost touching his belly. He doesn’t bother moving his jeans down anymore, just grabbing your thighs to tug you closer to him, then hooks an arm under one of your legs to hold up. His free hand slithers over you, feeling your hips, belly, around your waist, over your breasts, up to your face. His thumb pulls at your lip, trailing red down your chin. 

“You wearin’ all this to get me goin’, huh? All that perfume. God damn been so long since I’ve seen a woman so prettied up like this. You’re gorgeous, you know that? Lookin’ like a fuckin’ pornstar.” Joel leans down, forcing your leg further up under his arm, and drags heavy lips over yours. When he pulls away your lipstick is streaked all over his mouth and you laugh breathily. 

Joel smirks, then drawls,“Pretty girl.” As he speaks, his hand slides back down your body to back between your legs, making you gasp.

“Sooooo fuckin’ wet for me. Can I call you a slut, sweetheart?” He quickly checks in, you laugh and nod. “Yeah, you know you are.” While his thumb circles your clit he eases a finger inside of you. Your head leans back and you moan out because Joel’s finger is inside of you. That’s his trigger finger, too. “Yeeeah, I know, baby. You need a big man to make you feel good, don’t’chou baby? Huh?” He curls his finger and you gasp deeply, rolling back until your back arches, eyes closed, overwhelmed with pleasure. He hasn’t even done much, but your want for him makes every move more sensitive. “God fuckin’ damn it, that’s right baby. That’s right.” Joel removes his finger and you lay back flat to watch him dramatically lick your juices off of it, briefly closing his eyes as he does. Then, he shifts his hips closer, “Imma give you what you want now, babygirl, what you need, my big fat cock inside you, my pretty little fuckin’ slut.” And he does, taking himself in his hand to slowly glide into you, all the way in, and as you whine a moan he sucks in a breath. Once inside, he starts to very slowly pull in and out, only by an inch at most first. His fingers dig into your thigh that he holds against his hip. His other arm, hooked under your leg, angles to raise it up straight, sliding his hand up so that he can kiss your ankle as he moves, pulling farther out for longer strokes in. Joel fills you completely, just on the verge of pain, but the foreplayed paid off, as does the level of attraction you feel for him, widening you up for him, ready, wanting, carnal. 

You’re noisy as he speeds up, hitting your head back on the bed repeatedly and grasping at the sheets. 

“Joel you’re so big,” 

“I know I am, and I know you love it. Yeah, you need a real man to show you how it’s done. You did yourself up just so I’d fuck you didn’t you? Huh?” He emphasizes his question with a jolt, hitting against your limit. 

Head back and arms spread, you answer, “Yes, yes, Joel, harder like that,” 

“Mmm. Yeah?” Brutally, he obliges, and slips directly into your A spot, his length able to easily hit that area near your cervix. You react loudly and throw an arm down, reaching generally towards him. “You were lookin’ for a big man to fuck you good, that’s what you need. You need this,” Joel bucks into your harder, firmly hitting that spot inside of you that twists a snake of pleasure up through your whole body, making your chest feel full and you relax your legs, letting them fall open farther for him, overwhelmed with need for him. The only thought in your head is—

“Joel, yes, more, god, please, fuck,”

“Tell me you’re my little slut, my pretty little slut.”

“I’m your pretty little slut, fuck, uh-huh,” you whine out a high “yeah,” 

As he lowers his grip to your hip, your leg falls back over his hooked arm, and he copies the position with his other. Your legs bump against his arms as he slaps against you, his hair bouncing with the force of it, and to the beat of skin against skin are your moans and his grunts, growls, moans, and voice, telling you things like “Pretty woman needs a real man to fuck her” “All prettied up just for me” “That feel good?” “I fill you up so good?” and you accompany with a chorus of “Fuck” “Oh my god” “Yes” “So good” “I need you so bad” “Fuck me fuck me”

“Oh, fuck,” Joel’s voice shakes and he removes one of his hands under you, “Can I pull your hair baby?”

“Yes,”

One hand still holding your hip for him, his other holding a bundle of hair down into the bed, you get a full show of his mouth, forming O’s, licking and biting his lips, his eyes intermittently squeezes shut, rolling up, his head leaning back then returning to you, to watch himself slam into you, watching your chest bounce, on your lips, back in your eyes. 

“My beautiful lady, all made up for me to fuck, baby can I cum in you?”

“Yeah,” you moan out.

“Yeah, you’re made for me to cum in. You made up just for me to cum in, ah, fuck,” Joel’s head flips back and when it returns he removes his arm from under your thigh, pressing deeper into you to make up for the grip, then held in place by his body on yours as he drops down. One arm falls to support his hovering, forearm on the bed, so that he can rub his other hand over your face. He drags his thumb out from your eyelid, pulling both the color and mascara, making your eyes water, “Pretty woman, waitin’ for your man,” his fingers drag down to your open mouth, then gently squeezes your cheeks and swipes his thumb over your bottom lip, “to fuck you good. Only a man can fuck a woman this good. Isn’t that right?”

“Uh–huh,”

Joel hums, then, more devouring your mouth rather than kissing you, nipping at your lips, swirling his tongue, dragging his wet mouth around yours. 

The bed is shaking wildly now as he bucks his hips against yours, deep, hard, and fast, in the most erotic fashion you’ve ever experienced—not the jackhammer, copying porn kind, but a genuinely lustful force, still directly in the spot that derives a satisfaction that pulls your legs around him, holding him in place as you draw closer to your climax.

This movement makes Joel almost chuckle, and he fucks even more impassioned. The forearm on the bed lifts for his hand to find yours, intertwining your fingers to hold down on the bed. He keeps his other hand on your face, cupping your cheek. “You need me, you need me, tell me you need me baby,” you can tell Joel is nearing the edge by the way his tone heightens. 

“I need you, I need you, I need you,” you obey truthfully. 

“My god, can’t believe I get to fuck you like this, I get to cum inside you, cause I’m your man, you’re my woman, and I make you feel good,” Joel punctuates perfectly with one hard, deep thrust that finally takes you out. Your free hand awkwardly grabs at his wrist near your face as you torso rolls off the bed, as high as it can with his body pressing you down. Your legs squeeze around him and then release to open as wide as they can, and all you can think about is how much you need him to keep fucking you, how much you want him to cum inside of you, and you remember how much he’ll want to hear it, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming you make me feel so good please cum inside me I want you to cum inside my pussy, ahh, mmm, show me I’m yours Joel, fuck me like I’m yours,”

“Oooohh, baby,” Joel drawls, your mouths lazily and helplessly dragging over each others as Joel bounces you up and down underneath him, “I’m gonna cum,”

You reach your free hand up to grip his hair and tell him, “Finish inside me Joel I need your cum in my pussy, my pussy just for you, I’m yours, fuck your cum into me, fuck me til you can’t anymore, I wanna take all of it, I wanna make you feel good, I wanna make my man feel good, let me make you feel good Joel,”

He goes silent for one moment and then his whole body rocks into you, face messily pressed on yours, both of you releasing open mouthed moans, which he grunts through with his last final bucks, stroking out his ropes of cum. He slows, but stays inside you, fully riding his orgasm out, basically slurping your lips. You lay nearly limp under him, still grasping his hand, then moving your other over his cheek, watching his expression as he finishes. 

After a few more moments, he finally slides out of you and then sits back up on his calves to hike his jeans back up. When he’s covered, both hands come back down to smooth back and forth your thighs, shamelessly staring at your still open pussy. 

“Guess it doesn’t matter if we make a mess on this bed.” You chuckle, and he smiles up at you, teeth parted with a tug on one side of his lips. He shifts back up to over you to kiss you again with a long, soft moan, then sits back up, pulling your panties and skirt back up with one hand to then gracefully lift you back up to straddle his lap. His arm wraps around your waist with one over your cheek, and your hands come to rest on his bare chest, bare belly’s on each others. 

He strokes his thumb over your cheek. “I fucked you’re makeup up, sorry.” He mumbles, smiling. 

“It’s alright, it was just for you, anyways.”

“Really?” Joel smirks shyly. 

“Kinda, yeah,” you smile back. 

“Lucky me.”

You chuckle, reaching your hand up to swipe your fingers over his lips. “We gotta remember to take yours off, too.”

Joel closes his eyes and chuckles, “Shit, yeah we do.”

You hum a chuckle back, watching your fingers. How long you’ve been wanting to be able to touch him like this, be this close to him. 

“This took too goddamn long.” He mumbles, and you blush at his thoughts matching yours. 

“Sure did.” Then, you swallow, smile fading. 

“What is it, baby?”

You look down but keep your hand on his face, savoring the touch. “I guess I should have said this before, but, I don’t want this to be… like… I don’t want to just be your fuck buddy.” 

“Oh, no, no,” Joel quickly answers, “I don’t want that either. I really like you.” 

You look back up at him and he swallows hard under your gaze. A relieved smile slowly spreads over your lips and you slide your hand to the back of his neck, looping a finger in his hair. “I really like you, too.” You chuckle then, “I feel like a teenager.”

Joel grows his own smile, “Me too.” 

You kiss him again then, gentle and slow. When you pull back, he hums with a slanted smile, eyes half lidded. 

“We should probably get back.” You whisper. 

“Yeah, you’re right.” Joel sighs, then lets you out his grasp. 

You slide down and get off the bed to stand, looking around you, “Shit, how am I gonna get this off?” You wipe your hands over your face, only really dragging the makeup around. 

Joel slips off the bed to stand, searching around with you before reaching around to grab the corner of the sheet. “Here,” he pulls it up to begin stroking it over your face. His brow is slightly pinched as he goes, methodically removing your makeup for you. Then he stands back some and sighs, “Good ‘nough.”

“Your turn,” you take the sheet from him and wipe at his mouth. The lipstick is more resistant, but the remaining saliva helps to get off as much as you can, though the act itself is a bit distracting. 

“Alright, that’s the best I can do.” You look back up to his eyes and stop in his dreamy gaze. 

“You’re blushing.” He whispers with a slight smirk. 

“You’re dreamy.” You admit freely. 

“Dreamy?” He smirks further. 

Sheepishly, you say, “Yeah,” but your shyness is relieved when his lips meet yours again. You drop the sheet to smooth your hands over his still unclothed shoulders and Joel rests his hands on your hips. 

He pulls away then, keeping hold of your body, “Alright, we really should get going.” You nod, sighing, then let go for him to grab his shirt and jacket to pull back on while you do the same. 

You watch each other as you adjust yourselves, and then Joel leans in, pulling your cheek for a quick kiss. He keeps his hand there when he whispers, “You’re so damn beautiful.” You feel your cheeks warm again. Then he steps back with a slanted smile, “Gotta admit, that's the best sex I’ve had in years.”

“God, me too.” You both chuckle, then he reaches over to take your hip and turn you back to walk down to the door next to him. 

“Alright, let’s go before they come lookin’.”

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“Hey! You wiped off all my hard work!” Tess calls out as you approach. She, Tommy, Nevaeh, and Clancy are now all gathered at a table, talking and laughing while Nevaeh sorts through her pile of makeup.

“Ah, it just got annoying.” You lie with a nervous smile and tug at the hem of your skirt, “I’m just not used to it. It feels, like, heavy, you know? So I just took it off.”

“Mmm.” she nods, completely unconvinced. 

“So, all clear?” Tommy shouts over to you. 

“All clear.” Joel replies.

As you sit, you see Tess turn her attention to Joel next to you with a smirk, tapping her finger at a spot just under her lip. Joel quickly takes the hint and attempts to stealthily wipe away what must be stray lipstick. Tess shakes her head, trying to hide her laughter, and you focus down on the table, amused but embarrassed and a bit nervous of who else may have noticed. Being the good friend that she is, Tess speaks up, loudly beginning an unrelated conversation. Soon, you feel safe enough to look back up and join the conversation. Under the table, Joel sneaks a quick squeeze of your knee and then you lean it into his. He turns to you, smirk visible in his eyes as he looks up and down your face, and then turns back to the conversation, pressing the side of his legs against yours. 

“You know, I like it in here.” Nevaeh comments, swiping colors over her wrist. 

“We could always stay here for a night or two, there's that furniture store, beds in there right?” Tommy turns to you to ask. 

You and Joel both freeze. You’re tempted to lie, but Joel clears his throat and speaks before you do. “Uh yeah, but they’re all pretty dirty.”

“Are they now?” Tess raises her eyebrows with a smirk and you try not to smile back, widening your eyes and shooting her a look.

“Yeah, I mean, they’re been sittin’ in there for fuckin’ years.” Joel recovers. 

“Fair enough,” Tess says, pointedly not looking at either of you, “Plus, who knows who's done what on those? Fucking golden opportunity for anyone who’s even thought about fucking whoever they’ve come in this place with.” 

“Gross!” Nevaeh screws her face up at her.

“She’s not wrong.” Clancy says, leaning back in his chair. You catch him glancing at her next to him and laugh. “What?” He demands defensively. 

You shake your head, still chuckling, “Nothing.”

“Well, there’s always couches, right?” Tommy asks, looking at Joel.

“Plenty a’ couches.” He assures him, nodding.

“There we are then. We’ll stay the night at least.” Tommy decides and you all nod in agreement.

When you turn to Joel he gives you a knowing look, eyes widened with a slight smirk, and squeezes your knee under the table. You slide your hand down over his and he slips in into his, intertwining your fingers. You remind yourself to thank Tess later.

[chrisbahng]

— [5:43]

AUTHORS NOTE ; this is a repost from my old blog ( chrisbahng-old ). this is the only place this has been reposted and any other reposts are not me nor are they allowed. I am hoping to have new content soon and appreciate all the support so far <3

warnings ; somnophilia, threesome, unprotected sex, anal, spitting, pet names

cuddling with chan in his bedroom, the lights are off and the led lights above his bed are on, shrouding the room in a deep purple hue. you’re laying on top of chan in a skirt that’s been riding up on you all night. every time you shift, it rises higher and higher, your white and pink striped panties on full display now. your head is buried in chan’s chest and you can feel yourself drifting off to sleep in your boyfriend’s arms.

you feel one of chan’s arms shift from holding your back and makes its way down your body, stopping on the swell of your ass. you felt chan knead and grope at the flesh, a small whimper escaping your lips at the feeling. “shh…it’s okay baby, i got you. just go to sleep, yeah?” chan cooed in your ear, his low voice lulling you almost all the way to sleep.

chan adjusted himself, waking you up slightly, feeling as he takes his hand from your back to pull down his sweats and boxers. you sit up sleepily and sit back on his thighs, allowing him to get comfortable before taking your place back on top of him. “gonna fuck my little pup, alright?” and all you can do is nod into his neck as he slides his cock across your slit before finding your hold and pushing in ever so slowly. you whine and bury your head deeper into his skin, if that’s even possible.

chan fucks into your cunt slowly as to not wake you even more. he knows you’ve been missing sleep because of finals week and that you needed this just as much as he does.

chan fucks up into you a few more times before the bedroom door opens and jisung saunters in, you look over at the noise and smile softly at the younger boy before laying your head back down and closing your eyes again.

jisung walks to the bed and the bed shifts under the new weight as jisung sits up on his knees and lifts your skirt up, exposing the skin of your ass to him, he sighs at the sight and takes his cock out from his pants, pumping himself to full hardness before taking his hand and placing it on your ass, lining his cock up with your hole. he spits on your hole before pushing his cock in with a grunt. you moan quietly as your holes fill full of your boyfriend’s cocks. you were used to this, them both using you at the same time, and you agreed that they could use you while you slept, or were on the verge of sleeping.

the two boys fucked deep and hard into you as you felt a knot growing in your stomach, growing tighter and tighter with each thrust. chan has mastered his thrusts into you, making sure to hit your spot every time, while jisung is still messy with his pace, he wants to make you feel good, but he’s new to the relationship and still needs to get used to your body.

the knot grew to the tightest it could, on the verge of snapping when you hear jisung sighing blissfully behind you and you feel his cum fill up your ass, and you know chan isn’t far behind.

chan groans and you feel his warm cum paint your walls. he slows his thrusts down before sliding his softening cock out of your now dripping cunt.

chan presses a kiss to your temple before petting your hair. “you did so good for me and Sung, pup. so good.”

the weight at the end of the bed lets off and you turn to see jisung stuffing his cock back into his boxers. he comes over to you and kisses your lips softly.

“i love you,” chan and jisung say in unison.

[yourlilawyo]

Breakfast

König x fem!reader

a/n: a tear rolled down my leg with this one.

Warnings: 18+, smut. begging, teasing, calling off from work, jealousy, edging, degrading, pet names, calling him sir(HEHEHE screaming without the 's'), absolute filth

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You rub your eyes softly, sinking into the bedsheets even more, feeling the morning sun warm your face, the sound of your phone alarm ringing in your ears. You lift your head and grab your phone from your bedside table, unplugging the charger and pressing snooze, setting it back down on your pillow. Groaning your turn over and dig yourself back into the large arms of your boyfriend. You glide your hands up to his shoulders and cuddle him deeper.

Letting out a deep breath he gives you a soft squeeze, "Good morning, Liebling." He scoots down a little meeting your face and pressing his lips softly into yours.

You smile into the kiss, and pull away, "Morning, baby." Laying your head into his chest, you begin to slowly fall back asleep in his arms when suddenly your alarm rings through your ears again. Annoyed, you let out a groan turning over and pressing snooze once again.

"Stupid fucking alarm," you groan, backing your hips into König's, and laying back down to sleep. He groans, his arm leaving you cold as they slip from the dip of your waist, his hand now gripping your hip.

"Mmmm," he moans, trailing kisses on your neck. You smile turning over to meet his lips with yours. He softly bites your lip making you moan airily, allowing his tongue to collide with yours. You bring your arms up over his neck hugging him and he sneaks his arm under your hips lifting you slightly, moving his chest to rest on yours. Letting out an airy moan, you glide your hand slowly down to his chest, then to his stomach, but suddenly your alarm rings again causing you both to jump.

Throwing your head out in frustration, you let out a harsh groan, cussing under your breath. He chuckles, digging his head into your neck once away, biting softly. You grab your phone to check the time. Gasping you sit up, startling König.

"Fuck, I gotta get ready, I'm gonna be late to work." Pulling yourself up onto your bum you swing your legs over the side of the bed. König stops you with his arm hugging your waist, making your breath hitch slightly.

"Aww, come on baby. Don't leave." He lets out a heavy groan, pulling the back of your tank top over his head. He places slow and soft kisses into the arch of your back.

"I have to, or else I'm gonna be late." you sigh, smiling wide. You try to push his arm off your waist but he squeezes tighter, making you laugh. "König, come on..", you whine, giggling.

"They can wait." He moans from under your shirt, making you laugh harder. You attempt to pry his arms off of you again, failing miserably and making him laugh.

"Baby, I don't want to be late, I really like this job." You whine. Moaning softly he nips the side of your waist, knowing it's a turn-on for you. Your breath hitches, making him grin. He knows his plan is working, slowly but surely.

"They can wait," he repeats, digging his fingers deeper into your hip. You moan but try to scoot off the bed stubbornly, making him pull you back into him. "Come on, I know you want to. Just call in sick.", he moans, lifting his head from under your shirt and sitting up to hug you, swaying you both side to side. He buries his head in your neck, taking in your scent and letting out an exaggerated sigh, smiling.

You let out a laugh, shaking your head, "I can't," you say grinning wide.

He stopped swaying the both of you, turning your head with his fingers on your chin. "You can't, or you won't?" He teasingly asks, making you sigh.

"Fine,", you give in, making him throw his fist in the air to celebrate his victory. You grab your phone and scroll through your contacts to find your boss's name, tapping the call button. You put the cold surface to your ear, tapping your finger nervously on König's arm.

Hearing the phone pick up you greet your boss, speaking professionally. König smiles widely watching you do so and you roll your eyes at him. Listening to your boss you look over to see König eyeing you, you look him up and down suspiciously wondering what he's thinking, but return to talking with your boss.

"Yes sir, I can still come in tomor-," suddenly you feel König pull you down onto the bed, him getting on top of you grinning, making your breath hitch.

"Is everything alright?", you hear your boss ask. You signal at König to stop, looking at the ceiling to focus on your boss's words.

"Yes, everything alright, sorry, but as I was saying," you continue to talk to your boss feeling König shuffle around. You ignore it, listening to your boss but look down quickly as König lifts your legs over his shoulders, slowly pushing your shorts and panties to the side. Your eyes widened and you pull your ear away from the phone about to scold him but he brings his finger to his lips, signaling for you to be quiet.

You hear your boss call your name and avert your attention back to him, trying to be quiet feeling König kiss your thigh softly, nipping at it occasionally. He watches you trying to keep your cool and he grins taking it further. He brings his finger to your entrance circling it, making you gasp. You bring your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from moaning, trying your hardest to focus on what your boss is saying. König teasingly puts only the tip of his finger in you, watching as you try to push your hips into his finger, wanting more.

He's smiling like a madman as he slides his entire finger into your wet pussy curling it rapidly. You let out a gasp, your eyes glaring into his as his pace speeds up. König continues to finger you, now licking and sucking your clit, making you let out a moan.

Your boss asks you if you're ok, sounding concerned. You assure him everything was fine after he asks, he excuses it and continues to talk.

"Yes sir," you say sharply, not listening to a word he's saying. König looks at you furrowing his eyebrows after hearing you call your boss sir. You ignore it and try to focus on your boss’s words.

"Look y/n, you can take today off, just try and get some rest. You don't sound too good.", he says letting out an annoyed sigh, "Just make sure you come in tomorrow." Feeling König's tongue speed up, you pull his hair, arching your back, trying your best not to let out a sob.

You nod wanting him to shut up, " Ok, I will. Thank you so much." You let out a slight moan squeezing your eyes shut at the pleasure König gives you. "Bye," you squeak out, immediately hanging up the phone and throwing it somewhere on the bed. You let out a long, loud moan, making König chuckle as he eats you out. He stops his tongue and bites your thigh, adding another finger into you moving them faster.

"You never call me sir." He spits out jealously. You throw your head back moaning, as his fingers speed up inside you. You can feel yourself about to cum, when he stops, making you whine loud and desperately.

"König, please." You whimper, grinding your hips in the air. He shakes his head, blowing on your clit, still not touching you.

"How come you were being so friendly, huh?" He chuckles at your whimpers and slaps your pussy harshly making you jolt and moan. You bring your hand down to your clit and rub fastly, not wanting your orgasm to leave. He grabs your hand, stopping you from doing so, making a sob leave your lips.

"I was just talking so that he’d be fine with me to taking the day off," you moan.

"Hmm, is that right? How come you never mentioned your boss was a guy?", he says slapping your ass and biting your thigh harshly, leaving marks.

You moan, rolling your hips more, "It's not even like that, he's just my boss." you let out a sob. He glares at you through hooded eyes.

He mocks the way you said yes sir on the phone, slapping your ass again. He shoves his fingers back into you harshly and fingers you deeply. You moan loudly, pushing your body down into his hand by pressing your hand into the headboard.

"Call me sir." he spits harshly, and you look down confused, eyes teary. "If you want to cum call me sir." Without thinking twice you do, making his head go heavy, shivers racing up his back. He smiles, "Again baby."

You abid, arching your back feeling your orgasm rushing through you, "Fuck, it feels so good, sir." He groans into your thigh biting harder.

"Yeah, baby?" You nod eagerly whining, seconds away from cumming. "Good fucking girl,", he slaps your clit once again, sending you over the edge. "Cum for me, slut.", he moves back over your clit with his tongue, bringing tears to your eyes as your orgasm sends shocks through your body.

"Your fucking mine. You got that baby? Only fucking mine." He sucks your clit harshly, making your head reel.

"My fucking slut." he spits harshly. You scream his name, eyes rolling into the back of your head, nails raking his back.

"Mhmm, that's my girl, good fucking slut." He moans, leaving kisses on your lower stomach, pulling his fingers out. He pulls himself on top of your shaking body as you try to recover from your orgasm. He gently grabs your face, kissing you passionately. "Good job, Liebling." he moans, "Such a good fucking girl for me."

You hug him, kissing him back sloppily, breathing heavily. He pulls back and brings his fingers up to his mouth, licking your wetness off and sucking them dry, leaving you stunned.

He chuckles, giving you one last kiss before letting go of you, "So," he says standing up, " What do you want for breakfast?"

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a/n: RAHH, I'm going feral for this man.

[kittysarchive]

Girllll I was wondering if you can write the step dad chan into a story😭 That was so good !

For sure!!!

warnings- smut, step dad smut, oral (fem receive) use of daddy, kitten and baby, overstimulation

Hearing your mother's car drive away, Chan pounced on you before you could even think.

"I missed you so much" Kissing your lips, he also missed your body. Only able to do this in secret... and alone caused Chan to feel deprived of your. Returning the kiss, you allow Chan to lead you to the couch.

Laying you on your back, you don't break the kiss as Chan slides of your sweatpants. Being prepared, Chan is met with your bare pussy. Wasting no time, he breaks away from the kiss.

Feasting on your pussy, he inserts a finger into your cunt as he sucks your clit. Licking up all your juices, licking up your essence, Chan moans into your pussy. Feeling the vibrations of his moan cause you to buck your hips into his mouth.

"S-so good daddy" You cry out, throwing you head back onto the pillow behind you. Curling his finger in your heat, his tongue laps you folds. Sucking onto your pussy as a whole, he pulls his finger out.

"Need you so bad" You whine, pulling Chan back into a kiss. Tasting your own essence on his lips, you whine into kiss. Breaking the kiss, he pulls his pants down along with his boxers. Pulling out his already hardened cock, your pussy drips, waiting for him to fuck you.

"Gonna fuck you hard" He mumbles, eyes tarring at your tips as you remove your shirt and bra. Laying naked below him, Cha wastes not time entering you pussy. Feeling your tightness, Chan was amazed at how you were still so tight.

Feeling his whole length enter, your stomach swells, missing the feeling. Placing his rough hand on your stomach bulge, Chan retracts his hips before slamming forward. Hips finding a rhythm, pleasure fills both of you.

"So needy for daddy's cock" Chan laughs, seeing how you whined below. Speaking up, moving away from silence, you beg more.

"more" you cry out, voice unheard from Chan's grunting. Hearing a pipe of your voice, he brings his head down, trying to capture your words.

"Speak up kitten" Hearing the pet name, you clench hard around his cock.

"N-need more daddy" You speak up. Chan grips your tits, backing up and fucking you harder. Lifting leg over his shoulder, seat glistens his chest as the amount of energy he uses to fuck you deep and hard, to give pleasure to you.

Giving you a better angle, you cum over his cock. Far too soon and without his knowledge. Feeling the pleasure swirl around you, Chan continues to fuck you.

"Little more baby, Daddy has to cum" He brings his hand away from your tits, rubbing your head affectionally as he chases his end. Feeling the abuse on your tired pussy, you can't handle anymore. Tingling and pain replaces your pleasure.

Fucking his last thrusts in your aching pussy, Chan quickly pulls out. Cuming onto your stomach. In short bursts, your stomach is covered in his thick, warm seed.

"Do your friends know your such a whore for me?" Chan asks, as you lay beneath him. Chest heaving as his cum dribbled onto the couch beside you.

[gorefreaklintjrwi]

Ah, rats!

Lint and Troy find three rats that were dumped by an old owner. Troy insists that he doesn't want to keep them, but he cannot resist the love of the rats.

fuck it post 670 word lintroller fic at 3am. there is probably grammar/spelling mistakes but im too tired to care right now. will probably post this to ao3 some other time

“Lint, broski, we can’t keep those things. Those are freakin’ rats!”

“But they’ll freeze out there, it’s too cold! We can send ‘em back to a pet store later, man.”

Troy doesn’t have time to protest before Lint is already out the door and rushing to a pet store to get supplies. He takes a seat next to the small cardboard box, because what else is there to do? And suddenly a small gray head pops out of it, making him jump. Black, beady eyes staring back at him. It’s kind of freaking him out.

Lint mentioned there being multiple of them in there, so Troy takes a peek in the box to see what they all look like. And there sit three little rats. A  gray one with a white snout, which he’d already seen, an albino one, and a dark brown one with white feet. They’re all huddled together in a corner trying to keep warm, and the white one looks scared.

Troy blinks, and before he can even do anything, he feels the claws of a rat running up his arm and onto his shoulders. And it feels so cold. So cold. He feels bad for these small animals, they’ve been out there for who knows how long, just trying to keep warm. How could someone do this? They seem so sweet, why would someone want to give that up? He feels the rat sniffing his ear. He sees in the corner of his eye that it’s that little brown rat. Troy sees a bit of himself when he looks at that rat, when he felt it running up his arm so quickly, it’s like when he’s steamsledding. And hey, that gray one there sort of reminds him of a steamsled! And that tiny little albino rat, it’s white like a cloud. Like cloudspire. And Troy thinks those are great names. Troy Jr., Steamsled, and Cloudspire. They could just call him Cloud for short. But it’s not like they’re gonna keep these rats, anyway.

Some time later, Lint comes home with a small cage, it’ll be temporary, and some rat food. When they walk through the door, he’s shocked to see that Troy, who said that he couldn’t care less about these rats, was covered in them. The brown rat on his right shoulder, the gray one on his left, and the albino one hesitantly crawling onto his hand.

“I thought you hated rats, man!” Lint called out from the doorway.

“I do, broski, but Troy Jr. here climbed up on my shoulder super quickly and the other two followed him out! And I couldn’t just put ‘em back, man, they’re cold and I’m freaking, like, warmer than them, or something. So they wanted to keep warm!” Troy defended himself, although it’s very clear that at the very least, he doesn’t hate these rats.

Lint stifles a laugh. They don't think they’ll be getting rid of these three any time soon, considering Troy’s already named them.

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And he was right! A few days later they were returning the small cage to the pet store and replacing it with a larger one fit for three wonderful rats. They got more supplies, more toys for the rats, and soon they’d both forgotten about the fact that they were going to give these rats up. Every morning and night, Troy just watches the rats eat their food. He likes the sound they make. He likes to watch the way they act around each other. He likes seeing Troy Jr. lay on top of Steamsled, he likes watching those two fight while Cloud sneaks up and steals whatever they’re fighting over. Even if he hates most rats, these ones surely have a place in his heart.

It’s always just been Troy and Lint, but now it’s not just them. It’s Troy and Lint, and Troy Jr., Steamsled, and Cloud. Neither of them even know if rodents are allowed in the apartment, but neither of them care either. It’s all worth it.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"Not What I Planned." Rusty Nail X AFAB! Reader.

Well hello! It is the amazing and fantastic @eggsandbeer birthday so, so soon! But I am meeting Matt and Skeet tomorrow and my brain is gonna be all on Billy and Stu post that, so you get this now! This is my first time writing Rusty, I watched Joy Ride 2 six times while writing this. I love Riri, she is so fucking awesome and I adored doing this. She has a more personalized version but gave the go ahead to post a reader insert version for you all! So let's go!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 7.7K (I Know.) Rusty Nail X AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Customer Service Work. Asshole Customers. Murder Mentioned. Drinking. Making Out. Man Handling. Fingering. Masturbation. Blow Job. Cum Eating. Vaginal Sex. Riding. Taunting. Teasing. Dirty Talk. Praise. Pet Names.

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You hate your job, it is exhausting, mentally and physically, a total drain, but you do all you can to not let it get you down. You focus on the little things, good customer interactions, great coworkers and the times you are truly able to get away from your work. It isn’t like it’s what you wanted to do for the rest of your life anyway, far from it, in fact one of those vital lifelines that helps keep you sane is a local news internship, it gives you some good experience for what you hope to actually eventually do with your life along with giving you purpose. 

Today is not good, though, off to a less than ideal start. This is decidedly not the way you wanted to spend your birthday. Rolling into the grocery store to do a closing shift, apron in your grip and bag over your shoulder, half-hearted waves to co-workers as you strolled through towards the area you could safely stow away your stuff until you are allowed to clock out. You do just that, drop your stuff in the usual place, get your uniform situated and punch in, ready for another day of God knows what bullshit. 

Your mind was at least slightly occupied, where you work is en route to the Burning Man festival which meant that you were busy as fuck with people loading up on supplies before they arrive to their final destination, it kept you busy. As for what kept your brain whirring, your internship had tasked you with writing a piece on the crowd that is rolling through on their way, meaning you are watching and listening intently. It looks like you aren’t from the outside, hands stacking a fruit display, but ears open, all sorts of talk about events the Burners were amped up for, how much further they had to travel, what snacks were the best and would keep in the desert heat. 

You did some actual work naturally, finding yourself crouched and cleaning out a stubborn drain, the process thoroughly annoying and honestly degrading, and not in the fun way you usually liked. It was your fucking birthday, for Christ’s sake, you should be indulging in the fun kind of calve burning, not the bent over and unclogging kind. Still, you try to stay in higher spirits and certainly not show it outwardly, if someone squinted hard enough, they might be able to pick up on it. 

Later on, you had just finished making a new display, standing back and looking at the gorgeous display of apples you’d spent longer than you cared to mention on, hands on your hips. The first genuine smile that had graced your face since clocking in and wasn’t tinged with a single hint of perfectly practised customer service fakeness. This is one of those moments you felt genuine pride in your work, a glimmer of nicety in all the bullshit. 

It lasted for two whole seconds.

A customer’s cart hits you in the hip and wrist simultaneously because of how you were standing, the action both painful and shocking, completely unexpected. It makes you step to the side, grip your wrist with your other hand, the pain is throbbing and dull, it isn’t the worst thing you’ve ever experienced, but it still sucks and should have never happened in the first place. The customer doesn’t apologize. Worse still, they stride forward, pick a single apple from the middle of the display, causing half of it to tumble over. The customer scoffs with a roll of their eyes, they drop the apple into their cart to look around, seeming to notice you just now for the first time, only then acknowledging you. They give a pointed look from you to over their shoulder, a motion of their head as they criticized your work, “Not very sturdy.” 

Your mouth falls open, and they tut as they walk away, leaving you dumbfounded with fifteen some odd apples scattered on the ground that you had to clean up and a display you had to rebuild. 

Later still, you are sweeping, trying to get these damn onion skins up, but they aren’t moving. You are half focused, conversing with one of the Burners, they are asking for your opinion on what kombucha is best, and you are humouring them and getting a few questions answered along the way. 

Throughout all the regular work crap, you’d been having small conversations with people, writing brief notes for your project, and it was nice getting some serious stuff down about it, served as a half decent distraction too. 

His initial thought is that it was reminiscent of a zoo, upon greater thought while attempting to park the Peterbilt he decided swiftly that it was worse than that, a fucking circus. He manages to park and decides that getting in and out as fast as possible would be vital to maintaining his sanity. He was aware that Burning man was happening, naturally, but still the place was crowded as all Hell, more than he had been anticipating. Rusty didn’t like large crowds of people, but he needs some supplies, he needs to eat. 

It isn’t any better inside. 

He is making his way around, hat pulled low, basket in his grip, grabbing a few drinks, some favoured snacks that he knew kept well, he was passing by the produce, almost ready to get the fuck out. He goes into your department, he is grabbing bananas and thinking about getting some of those pre-cut carrot and celery sticks. Rusty is trying to be a tad more health minded, not like it would do much with how much he enjoys a good smoke but better to do something than nothing he supposed. 

His train of thought is broken when he hears a loud exclamation of, “I can’t believe how fucking stupid you are!”

Rusty’s head turns, he catches sight of you, standing there, trying to look apologetic as some older lady is verbally ripping into you, “I’m making lemon chicken LEEK stroganoff, right?”

She is looking at you expectantly, your eyes wide, and with that half customer service forced smile you nod and say through gritted teeth, “Right.” 

“So tell me, how. Am I. Supposed. To make. Lemon, chicken LEEK stroganoff without LEEKS?” The way she said it was infuriating, the halting, pausing way of it, so condensing, as if you were the cross between an idiot and a child all rolled into one. 

“I don’t know, ma’am. I guess you can’t. I’m very sorry.” You admit it reluctantly, knowing she won’t like your response, and she does not. She goes off on you, “Well I’ve had this menu planned for WEEKS, I have company coming tonight! You have to make this right!” 

Rusty was listening in, brow pinching, this woman was off her rocker, what a complete bitch. You were trying to calm her, smooth over the situation, and she was being worse and worse to you. No matter what you say, she wouldn’t stop freaking out. 

“I really am very sorry. I could call another store nearby and ask if they have any leeks?” You offer up, and she scoffed with a laugh, “So I can make ANOTHER stop? Do you not remember? I am hosting a dinner party tonight, I’m busy! I have other places to go, I can’t be here fighting with you over this all night!”

And yet she was still here, doing just that. 

He had turned, wasn’t watching quite as subtly as he was previous. You were doing your best and none of it was measuring up to this crazy, impossible standard that was being set out. He was looking at you, and he could see that you were taking it hard, your customer service face and voice were holding strong, but your eyes? They looked so sad. 

You reminded him of a kicked puppy, as the woman finally had enough of being a raging cunt and stormed off. Right after that, someone else in uniform walked by, a manager? And on their way, they said, “Happy birthday.”

You gave a small, “Thanks.” along with half a wave as they strode past. You were not only working on, but getting treated like that, on your birthday? 

It got to him, hit him square in the chest, shot to the heart. A sigh and he looks over, he makes a note of the asshole who mistreated you so, he has a little time before they check out before he can go dispose of them in the parking lot for being so unreasonable and rude to you. It might be too far for some people but not for him, people like that, there is no changing them, not at her age, some people don’t deserve to live. 

First things, first though, he saunters over to you, a small clearing of his throat before he asks, “Got a date tonight, there a drink you’d recommend?” 

You turn towards the low and smooth voice, you have to turn your head up to look at him properly, he was taller than you. The way he was standing, the angle, and how he wore his hat you couldn’t see his face, brim pulled too low, standing a few feet away.

A small inhale and your smile turned more genuine before you reply, “Oh, our Pink Champagne is my favourite. I get that on special occasions.” 

Well, how fucking perfect a find were you? Kind, respectful, hardworking, and you have good taste. 

“Thank you.” He said it easily with a wave of his hand in acknowledgement and broke away. You watch him go and think to yourself that he is cute, in that particular way that strikes you when an older guy catches your eye just so. The interaction doesn’t stick with you however, you turned and saw more fucking onion skins that needed sweeping up.

Hours later, you finally get off of work, messed up apron in one hand and looking forward to getting the hell home. You had two days off ahead, you were intent on a bath and partaking in some drinks in your fridge with a good record on when you get home. You are walking through the dark and now very empty parking lot, your mind only focused on reaching your car, sliding behind the wheel and getting home as soon as possible, when you hear a voice calling out. Your car keys are in one hand, the keys between your fingers, sticking out and ready to punch a would be attacking if you need to. 

Hearing the voice makes you put your head on a swivel, initially scared, you look and then see it is that older gentlemen you helped out earlier. You pause, and he comes a little closer, again in the dark and with that hat you can’t make out much except for the orange glow of the end of his cigarette, partially illuminating the lower half of his face. He calls out your name, following it with a question of, "-right?” 

“Hi, yeah it is.” You were still sightly on edge until he is holding up the very same bottle you suggested earlier, “Wanted to say thank you for your recommendation, properly.” 

Your brows raise up, you saw him in the store hours ago, meaning he should in theory be long gone, and you ask, “I thought you had a date?” 

“I do. I was just waitin’ for her to get off work.” Even though you couldn’t see it fully, you could hear the smile in his tone, and it makes one spread to your own face. “Oh, my apologies, I didn’t realize that was you asking me out.” 

The tone you said it in was very light, and he seemed equally amused, “Sorry bout that, terrible manners on my part, truly.”

There is a beat of silence, and you say, “I think I can find it in my heart to forgive you.” 

“So you’d be willing to join me?” He asks, you nod, you felt endeared to him very quickly, the confidence he displayed, the boldness, you were charmed and figured why not? You had the time tonight, nothing wrong with enjoying a birthday drink bought by a courteous man. 

“Where are we going to go?” You ask, and he gestured over to the large shiny black Piterbilt towards the back of the lot. “Was thinking my truck, if that’s alright with you?”

When he asks in that delicious tone of voice, you think that yes, it is very alright with you. “Lead the way.” You prompt, and he does, you fall into step beside him, apron is thrown over your shoulder, and you asked, “So you’re a truck driver?”

“How’d you ever guess?” He asked on an exhalation of his cigarette with a glance over to you. Now you can catch the half smirk on his face, unable to make out his eyes completely, but it didn’t bother you, honestly you kind of dug the mysterious kind of thing, not even fully knowing what he looked like. If anything that communicated how into him, you were, hadn’t even seen his whole face but his voice and how he carried himself was more than enough to convince you to this odd kind of unexpected date. 

“I’m real intuitive. Call it a gift.” You mused, and he liked you, even in how you joked, there was no real meanness to it, could tell that it was all in fun and that inherent niceness shone through. “Giving me gifts when it’s your birthday? Isn’t that what M’ supposed to be doing?” 

That gives you some slight pause, how in the fuck did he know that it was your birthday? Before any serious question could be made, you were next to his truck on the passenger side. You look it over and say honestly, “Nice truck.”

“Thanks, do my best to take real good care of it, s’ seen some rough times.” You look a little closer, scrutinizing, if it had, you couldn’t tell, the thing looked clean and not a scratch on it. You turn and lean against it, you realize he had gotten some cups that were also sold at your work, he holds them out, “Mind holding these while I open this?”

You nod and take them out of his outstretched hand and watch as the last remainder of his cigarette was dropped and ground under the heel of his boot. He uncorks the bottle with ease, doesn’t spill any or cause it to overflow, which mildly impresses, you hold out the cups and he fills them. The bottle is set aside on the ground and after passing him his cup he asked “Any words to share?”

“Here’s to the weekend?” You offered up after a moment’s thought, and he said, “I’ll drink to that.” He knocks yours and his cups together, and you take a sip of the sweet and familiar fizzy alcoholic drink. 

“Seriously the shift I had today was rough, so this is really nice, thank you-” Then you realize you don’t know his name, he clearly picks up on this and says, “Name’s Rusty. Rusty Nail.” 

Immediately you figure it must be his CB handle, you wonder if Rusty is his real name, but also you don’t think it matters much, you don’t press, “Well thank you, Rusty, really.” 

“S’ my pleasure. Heard how that woman was going off on you earlier, some people can be so rude.” Is that what prompted this? The total bitch who was freaking over leeks? If so, you think that maybe her being such a raging cunt wasn’t such a bad thing if it led to this. 

Little did you know that Rusty had taken care of her, she was currently stuffed in the trunk of her own car, way, way on the other side of the lot, body long since gone cold. 

The conversation then turned to you both complaining about a shared distaste for rude and unreasonable people, he let you vent about your day and previous horrible customers at your job. As the conversation went on, you find yourself enjoying his company more and more. You also find yourself standing closer to him, half the bottle gone, he’s had another smoke, and you are leaning on him much more than the truck, he doesn’t mind, you sigh to him, “I cannot believe the crap you have to put up with, it’s so unfair!” 

“Some people have some really unsavoury and outdated views on people in my line of work.” He admits with a nod, and from what he’d shared it seemed like. There are people who say the meanest shit, make horrible assumptions, treat him like dirt or worse, a feeling you know all too well at your own job. You relate to Rusty. 

You’d been talking for an hour, and it was even later, darker, and a shiver unexpectedly ran up your spine, “You cold?”

You were a little, you were in a t-shirt and after standing in one spot for so long this late the chill had somehow set in. “Yeah, surprisingly I am a bit.” 

Then he made an interesting offer. “You want to get in my truck, warm up?” 

You think you really did want that. “Yeah, that’d be great, actually.” 

He moved back then and so did you, he opened the door for you, and you looked up, Christ it was big, how were you supposed to get in while in your slightly buzzed state without looking like a total clown? You feel him against your back, he asks, “Need some help?”

You nod, unsure of what he means or how he is going to help but trusting him all the same, it’s then that you feel his hands on you. He turns you, and then those same hands find your waist with ease and grip. He lifts you like you weigh nothing, and you realize to him, you probably do, as he helps hoist you into the passenger side of the truck. Rusty sits you on your ass in the seat and your face feels much hotter, he just scooped you up and set you down so fast, one simple and fluid motion as he stepped one foot up on the running board, and then there you were. You are side-saddle, legs dangling down and far off of the ground. His hands leave you quicker than you’d like, sliding off your waist and stepping back down. You are a bit dazed, his hand touches your ankle, and you jump, he laughs at your surprised, “What?”

“You wanna get your legs in, so I can close the door?” You nod and do so, swinging your legs in, and he shuts the door. Your hand, that had been clutching your bag and apron, dropped them on the floor by your feet. You look down into your cup, you hadn’t spilled any even when he picked you up, the cup is raised, you tip it back and swallow down the remainder. A sigh and you pull the cup back, hand still clutching it, comes to rest on your thigh as your thumb on your opposite hand swipes a stray drop from the corner of your mouth. He had come around to the other side, he has the door open and is sliding in beside you into the driver's seat, he’d picked up the bottle on the way, and you were contemplating asking for more.

As if reading your mind he gestures for your cup, you lean over, holding it out, and he pours you some more, you asked him, “So before, you were talking about all the bad stuff about truck driving, but what about the stuff you do like?”

The question seems to surprise him if his tone is any indication, “The stuff I do like?” 

He has pulled the bottle back, he isn’t pouring more for himself, you respond to his question with another of your own, “Yeah, what makes the job worth it? Other than the money.” 

Rusty considers the question for a moment before he says, “I like seein’ the country, like being by myself most of the time but most of all? Probably seems obvious, but the freedom of it.” 

You nodded, it made sense and asked, “Can go anywhere, do anything?” 

“S’actly.”  

The silence is as surprisingly comfortable as the passenger seat of this truck is. The thought hits, and you say it without thinking, “I dunno how you do it.” 

“What? Truck drivin’?” He asks, and you say with a turn to him, “Yeah! Like, the actual driving it.”

He laughs, and you press on, one hand holding your cup and the other making like you are gripping a steering wheel that was comically large, pretending to turn it, “Seriously! This thing is massive, it’s a beast! How can you control it?”

“Ain’t that hard really, just gotta be the right mix of careful and confident.” He assures, and you laugh, “You make it sound so easy, I’ve never driven anything this big, that-” You point out the window to your much less impressive ride, “-is my car over there.” 

“Yeah, don’t quite measure up, does it?” He teases and you grin, “Nope. But I don’t think I could drive anything like this.”

“I think you could.” A small pause before he asks the big question, “Wanna try?” 

You nearly choke on your sip and pull the cup back, wiping at your mouth, “What? Me? Drive the behemoth? You want to write it off that bad, Rusty?” 

“You cannot be that bad a driver.” He scoffs. 

“Rusty, you barely know me, I dunno-” He insists, “C’mon, I’ll help.”

“Help?”

You were curious enough to allow it to happen, you’d not counted on his idea of help being putting you in his lap. He’d moved the seat back enough and encouraged you to climb on, emboldened by both the drink and his encouragement, you slide on into the space he made. He moves the seat forward enough to do the pedals, and he places your hands on the wheel, his hands covering yours. “You sure this is a good idea?” 

Nerves were setting in, you’d been drinking, not a lot but also all the close contact with him was getting to you, his attractiveness was apparent during your brief meeting earlier but now that you'd’ been getting to know him? He was becoming even more appealing, being sat in his lap, your back to his chest, his hands on yours, you felt flustered. Sounded by him in both touch and scent, it could be enough to make your head swim if you let it. In your current position, his voice is over your shoulder, “Positive. You’ll be fine.” 

The tone of voice he says it in, the conviction, he makes you believe it. 

One of his hands leaves yours briefly to start her up, the truck rumbles to life, and it makes you jump slightly, Christ it was loud and is vibrating like all Hell. “We’ll just do a lil’ loop, alright? M’ doing the pedals, you just steer her real easy.” 

He had to speak louder to be heard over the hum of the truck, and you pitch your own volume up to be heard, “Yeah, real easy, can do.” 

His foot comes down slowly, and he eases it forward, you grip the wheel tightly and let him lead. He talks you through the process, and it helps, you focus your eyes forward and your ears on listening to his smooth voice praising you, “Uh-huh, around the pole, use it as a guide.” You swallowed and nodded, brows knit together as he keeps talking, “Oh good job, see? You’re doing it.” 

His hands squeeze yours reassuringly, your mouth feels dry, you nod and say quieter than you should, “Thanks.”

“No need to thank me, you’re doing most of the work.” You feel that isn’t truthful but again, he talks, you believe. 

“Almost all the way around, a little further-” Both his hands leave yours, sliding down your arms and choosing to come to rest on your waist again, letting you fully be in control. It makes you tense, rushing out, “Rusty, wait-”

Another flex of his hands, another show of comfort, he says easily, drawling out, “Calm down, you’re doing it all yourself.” 

You aren’t fully convinced until you’ve made the full loop, and he lets off the gas, he turns off the car and your shoulders slump, what he says next, makes you melt, “I told you. You’re perfect.” 

That does something, makes a particular part of you break, or is it wake up? Either way, a certain section of you, somewhere aside, comes alive, and instead of wanting to run from it, you chose to grab onto the live wire of sensation with both hands. The truck has stopped, but you keep moving, the urge overcomes, and you turn in your seat and in his lap, one hand comes up, meets his cheek, feeling the rough stubble. He’d already gotten you the champagne, but you think you want more still, and you ask, “Can I be selfish?”

“S’ your birthday, be as selfish as you want to.” You take that is more than enough of an invitation. You lean up and in, push the brim of his hat up enough to give yourself the appropriate access, and you kiss him. 

He had a feeling it was going this way, but thinking and experiencing are two different things. You choosing to take the lead was better than he could have been hoping for, though. Your mouth was so fucking soft, you felt warm, he tried to take it easy, but this is the kind of thing he can’t help getting swept up in. Chances like this don’t come around often, the urge to rush is present, he manages to ignore it, preferring to savour it, or rather, savour you. He lets himself relax further into the seat, returning your affection immediately. 

The scratch of his facial hair against your skin feels better than you’d hoped it would, you let out a soft exhale, a sound on the precipice of a moan while still falling just short. His hands are still on your waist, he nudges you closer, you lean in more, your head tilts, his lips part, and he tastes more like cigarettes than he does the champagne, but it’s there. Your tongue makes the first exploration and sticky sweet fruit is unearthed from below smoke and ash. 

One of his hands slides down, a brief pass over your thigh, and you wonder where it’s going, you realize in short order when the seat you are both on moves back, giving you more space, making it, so you aren’t quite as locked up against the steering wheel. Heat is sparking inside, your hand moves from his face, slipping to rest on his neck, your other hand comes up to his shoulder, fingers grip the jacket he has on and the want becomes too much. You grind down on him. 

The shifting and adjusting allows you to feel how hard he was growing, a harsher inhale, and you begin to scramble, you want more contact, you move to be fully straddling him, no more twisting partially around like you currently were. You are seated just right soon enough, ass firmly planted, and you think fleetingly God he had some solid thighs, strong, you felt very well-supported. 

The making out was only paused briefly while you changed position, you’d gotten right back into it, your mouth slotting back against his with a hum that sounded like his name. You grind again and this time he returns it, rutting up into you, and the friction makes you actually moan this time. The taste, the feeling, and two minutes more of making out is all it takes for you to break, pulling back once his touch had gotten bolder, one having slid up your body, palming one of your tits through your work shirt easily with how large his hands were. You arch into him, breaking the kiss you beg, “Fuck, Rusty, more.”

You are close enough now that you can see his smile as opposed to just hear it, his hand moves and starts to go under your shirt, rough fingers on bare skin and steadily moving up, brushing the edge of your bra. Not quite a laugh but more than an amused releasing of air, he asks, “More?” 

A frantic nod, another squirm of your hips and he asks, “How much more? C’mon, tell me.”

He wants you to say it and you want it desperately enough that it’s no issue, far from it, if anything him making you say it, makes you want it more, makes you feel hotter. “Fuck me?”

“I like your directness.” Thank God for that. “Just have a lil more patience with me, alright?” 

When he asks in that tone, you think you’d do just about anything. A small nod and he needs to get his fill of you just a hair more. Hands explore, groping, feeling, it teases both of you, trying to get a sense of your body before the clothes come off, mind running over just how you’ll feel with nothing in the way. You remain good, you let him feel, minimal squirming on your part, even when he starts kissing your neck as the hand that isn’t up your shirt kneads your ass. Only when you feel your underwear literally plastered to you and your cunt ache incessantly do you whine his name again. 

He mercifully acquiesces, “Okay, okay, I hear you.” 

He eases up, a gesture of his head for you to move to the passenger's seat, “Gonna need you out of those clothes for what you really want.” 

You rush to comply. Once in the passenger's seat, sitting sideways, still facing him, looking at him, your hands catch the bottom hem of your shirt and as if anticipating that you intended to frantically tear it off, he stops you. One hand out and that sweet but firm tone, commanding, "Do it slowly." 

Your face feels hot, and you do as instructed, slowing your movements right down, pulling the shirt up, exposing your stomach and then your bra. Higher and higher until you have taken it off, tossing it in the direction of your bag and apron. Next you have your thumbs hooked in the waist of your pants, arching your hips you start to slide them down, you watch him, try to gauge his reaction, but it’s hard in the low lighting. He gives a nod to show he’s pleased so far, encouraging you verbally too, “Go on.” 

Shoes removed, pants follow, soon you are in just your underwear, and he speaks, a small gesture of your body, up and down, “S’ a good start but keep going.” 

You reach behind yourself, start to unhook your bra, and he is still talking, “Dying to see the rest.” 

You swear you can feel his eyes raking over every exposed inch of your skin. A small thought strikes, you follow it, slipping your arms out of the straps but holding the cups to your chest, an indulgent smile, a rise of your eyebrows, and he clicks his tongue, you play dumb and ask, “What?”

“You’re being a tease.” He states, and you ask in a tone of mock innocence, “Am I?” 

He says more seriously. “Drop it.” 

Unsure if he means your bra or the act, you chose to abandon both. You let the padded fabric slip out of your hands, a spread of your legs, you wonder if he can tell how wet you are from here. He moves too now, you weren’t expecting it, he falls to his knees in the space between your seat and his. Hands come to your hips and the sudden contact makes you jerk with a sharp inhale. His mouth catches yours in another kiss, you return it and moan, his mouth doesn’t stay on yours for long, trails down, jaw and neck, one on your shoulder and lower.

He is confident, he’s taking what he wants and you more than let him, you enjoy every rough scrape of his well worked hands, pass of his lips and nip of his teeth. His warm breath fanning over your chest is welcome, one hand has moved again, over your hip and now on your inner thigh, his thumb is close enough, and he runs it up you, swipes up your clothed slit. You sigh, eyes falling closed, relishing the contact, you are sure now he can feel how wet you are. He runs it back down and then up again, a press just right, and you moan between the friction on your clit and his mouth now on your chest. 

He found it so easily and judging by the smile you can feel against the curve of your breast, he is just as pleased. Rusty abandons the current pleasant task, fingers hooking in your underwear, “I got a feelin’ it’d be a fight to get these off you too, an’ I just can’t wait.” 

You couldn’t either, not anymore. 

Assisting with a move of your ass up, he gets them off, and now you are naked in his semi-truck. You want to jump him, but he is holding you down by your thighs, taking in the view of you unobstructed, totally bare. “Fucking gorgeous.”

A hand reaches out, catches his jacket, and you tug as you tell him, “I feel really exposed right now, you wanna lose some of these?”

“S’ only fair.” He agrees, he removes his jacket and asks, “Wanna give me a little show while I fix myself?” 

It is a request, but you take it like it’s an order. Hand between your spread legs, fingers trace up, catching ample wetness and spreading it up, circling sensitive tissue, making your thighs tense and a small moan fall from your lips. “There you go.”

The praise helps, you increase the pressure, and he hums in approval. Shirt is gone, belt is opened more and more revealed until he is in a similar state of undress. The view of him stripping all for you is insanely helpful. Pleasure is filling you easily and once he is ready he asks, “You mind if I-?”

“However you want me, please.” It leaves you needy and breathless. He steps in, he moves your hands away from yourself, and starts to adjust you to his liking. You like it, you think he can be rougher honestly, you are put on your knees, facing the passenger window, a hand on your back, adjusting you more, hips tilted up, and you feel him against you. The bump of his shaft between your thighs and over your clit is already very good. “Ready, yeah?”

A shaky nod, “Please Rusty-”

The one word and his name is all you are able to get out before he is lining up just right, you hold your breath in anticipation, he spits into his own hand, strokes himself, the extra lube as courtesy is appreciated. He slides in, and you let out a gasp, he doesn’t do it easily, taking you in one firm stroke, hand on your hips as his come to rest against your ass. He revels in you, the tight, soaked heat of you, his head tips back slightly as he soaks it before he starts to move. Pulling out halfway before driving forward, your hands scrabble for the window’s edge, you hold onto it like a lifeline as you gear up for what is already promising to be the ride of a lifetime. 

His thrusting is firm, just like him, steady and sure, a good and even pace. It leaves breathless, not caring about being overheard, not like anyone could in the empty parking lot. A heavy breath from him, “Fucks sake, you’re soaked.” 

You were moaning, incoherent pleas, along with his name, you were more than warmed up, each drag of his thick shaft in and out increasing the feeling. Fingers dig into the meat of your hips, he pulls you back as he drives forward, and you move too, rocking backwards to meet him. “Tight as Hell, can barely fit myself in here.” 

“Keep talking, never, ever stop talking.” Is the one thought in your brain as you moan dumbly. You aren’t thinking much, unable, but you are feeling. Rusty was so kind to you, was totally turning your birthday around, making you feel incredible, spoiling you, and you want to do the same. His hands are roaming and that won’t do, you need to stop him before you are fucked into total submission and wrecked. Another minute, just another minute, you tell yourself, eyes are half open and brain hazy. The glass is so fogged up you can’t see out of it, could write your name but if he asked you doubted your hands would be steady enough. Could you even spell your name right now with what he was doing to you? 

Finally, you reach back, hands on his hips, “Ru-Rusty, please, stop-”

“Something the matter?” He asked, holding deep, all the way to the hilt inside you. His hands smooth up your sides, fingers trace the curves of your chest before coming back down again, and you shiver, clenching on his shaft. 

“Gotta, fuck, do something. Pull out?” He listens, he does so, “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”  

The pet names, fucking Christ the pet names, you are forcing yourself to move. It happens quickly. You turn, and then you push him, so his back is against the seat of the driver's side. He takes the hint, sits up on the seat sideways, and then you are the one on your knees. Between his spread thighs, you lean down, a hand locks around the base of his shaft and you lick. He lets out a surprised groan, soft and sounding too good. You start to blow him in earnest, careful of your gag reflex as you work. Your hand slips up and down his slick shaft as you suck on the head, his hand comes down to your head, fingers twist in your hair, “Like tasting yourself?” 

A nod as you moan against him, tongue swirls around the tip, and he watches enraptured, his hips buck slightly, and you gag almost immediately. He inhales through his teeth, “Sorry there.”

You brush him off, a gesture that it is fine, as you redouble your efforts. He seems to be enjoying it immensely, he is encouraging you further but soon asks, “Can you handle some more?”

For him, you want to try. You nod, and he guides you, does it slowly and easily, “Breathe through it-”

You do and the pace, his voice, it somehow works, and you’re able to take him deeper, “Pretty birthday girl. Takin’ it so well.” 

All you wanted to do was please him, you continue the work for only a minute more, however because then he tells you, “I want you back up here.”

You jump at the chance. Same as before, you climb up him and straddle him, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see where this is going. “You didn’t have to do that.” He comments, and you have your hands on his biceps, currently sucking a hickey into his neck and teasing your dripping hole with the tip of his dick, “I know. I wanted to.”  

“Could tell you were into it. You always wanna taste yourself like that?” 

“Not always but it is-” You move your hips down, start to slide him inside with a moan, once he is buried inside of you again you finish the thought, “-a favourite.” 

“Dirty girl.” He coos it like a compliment, and it hits you just like one, too. You start to ride, his hands on you help along with upward rocks of his hips. You bite and suck along his throat in between broken moans, the salt of his skin is a tad too addicting, as is the stretch of him inside and the way he brushes all the right spots inside of you at this angle. 

Apparently it still isn’t good enough for him. 

He tugs you closer, presses you so that way your clit is getting friction and ground with every thrust and bounce, your moans increase in volume in pitch along with the sensation. You had no clue this is how your day would shake out, if you did, maybe your shift would have been more bearable. 

His hands are on your back, holding you close, fucking up into you as you are slamming down, and on a particularly good hit you are gasping. For two people fucking for the first time and relative strangers, you’d found a frighteningly good rhythm. Your body is moving on instinct, just chasing what feels good but still, thoughtlessly tinged with doing your best to please him, thankful for the moment that what seems to be getting him off is feeling incredible for you. It isn’t quite enough, though, and he seems to pick up on that. 

“Lean back.” His voice snaps you out of your pleasure induced stupor, and you nod, separating yourself from him, the one point of contact still remaining your ass on his thighs and him stuffed deep inside. He directs you further, his hands help, and you find yourself with one hand on his knee, the other braced on the roof of the truck, feet on the seat on either side of him and with a confident nod you start moving again. 

It’s good, you are able to hit spots inside yourself that are even deeper, using all your leg muscles as well as your hands it becomes more of a full body effort, minute adjustments can be made so too much strain is never on one part of your sweat slick frame. Soon as you are just right in the groove of it, he surprises you, why he wanted the change in position becomes all too clear. His hand is between your bodies and his thumb presses down, swirling over your clit, and it makes your pace falter, “Oh my fucking God-”

“Don’t stop now.” The way he says it makes a shiver run up your spine and again makes you clench down on him. He says it in the dominant tone of voice, but it’s light, that smug fucking half grin on his face, unable to tear his eyes away from your body. You shake your head, choking out, “Wo-won’t stop.” 

“No, course you won’t, you’re so good at listening.” The praise washes over you with another sharp jolt of ecstasy. His hand that wasn’t working your nerves into a frenzy was on your thigh, sliding up, gripping your hip, “This workin’ for you?”

Fuck, was it ever. You nod frantically, focusing on breathing and not stopping riding him, but in short order, your movements were getting increasingly sloppy. It was like he didn’t have to ask, didn’t rush it, just let you work it out and helped carry you along. You were getting dangerously close, the edge creeping up at a blinding pace, everything you’d experienced so far this night was piling up and threatening to make you break apart at the seams. There were no real words, just hurried breathing and pitched moans, head back, nails digging into the fabric of the truck cab’s roof, the sound of skin on skin and his encouragement. 

A soft call of your name, his hips moving up, grinding into you as his hand works and him asking in a mind meltingly hot tone, “I wanna see it, give it to me.”

And something about that, whether it is what he said or how he said it, causes the reaction inside to finally make it happen, like it clicks into place just right, and you go from a weak and barely audible strained whisper of, “I’m almost there!” To holy fucking shit, I’m, “-cumming!” 

Riding as much became not an option, legs almost giving out, but he takes over, grip on your hip is bruising, hip strength impressive, and he drives up into you over and over. Your hand isn’t able to stay on the roof, caught midair, body tense as your climax rockets through your body, you think your hand on his knee might be drawing blood with your nails, but you can’t stop it nor can you care. 

You jerk as it peaks, and he slips out, his fingers don’t stop until you are crying out and pushing him away, still trembling through the aftershocks. Your eyes were closed, you were panting and not even remotely down from his high when you feel the hot splatter on your tits and stomach with your name staining his tongue. Peaking back open, you see him, hand around himself, and he’d cum all over your torso. The pretty pearly white is sliding down, and his own breathing is very laboured. Your hand trails down, still shaky, skating through the mess he left, and then you're bringing those same fingers back up to taste him. 

Your body relaxes against him, you get into a more comfortable position, and after you stop shuddering so much you are telling him, “That was pretty fucking great.”

“Oh, are you all done?” He asked as he looks up at you, hands are resting lazily on your thighs, tracing patterns absentmindedly. “I mean I thought we were but are we not?”

“We don’t gotta be. I’m in no rush.” The thought of that is extremely pleasant. 

“Another drink till you’re ready to go again, old man?” You asked with a smile, and he laughs as he reaches over to where the bottle was left on the floor of his side of the truck. Thankfully it hadn’t been knocked over, “You get that one and only cuz you were so good.” 

“Only one old man joke or one joke overall? Because I was gonna make one hoping that you aren’t passingly along tetanus to me Rusty, but if you’re planning to be a buzzkill-” He shuts you up with a hand on the back of your neck and a kiss that you end up humming into. Yeah, you think this has been a pretty solid birthday. 

[stateofcharli]

one piece headcannons

this is gonna be smutty smutty smut so minor dni. mention of bdsm, food play, praise kink, teasing, orgasm denial, breeding kink ... based upon the live action as i havent as yet watched the anime

Monkey d luffy- 

A switch but leaning more towards a sub. He definitely whimpers and begs for you if you tease him eg “please my love just take me already” . pet names used excessively all the time such as baby, my love etc. since luffy adores food, it makes utter sense that hes into food play. Luffy would love to steal cream and a selection of fruits from the kitchen and plaster the cream all over your body and placing the fruit in certain places and then proceed to eat it off your body. Luffy would absolutely be a menace at eating you out making you cum multiple times alone by his tongue. Would 100% make you cum before him and then aftercare he would happily clean you up and clamber into bed with you and hug you until you fall asleep.

Vinsmoke sanji- 

 MY MAN FR!! Definitely a switch but when hes dom hes more of a soft dom. Totally keeps checking your ok throughout being the gentleman he is. Uses petnames particularly mon amour. Sanji, being the chef he is, would be a god at eating you out. If he sees you in s small skirt or dress he would totally go feral and within seconds wherever you guys were you would be fucking without a doubt.  Sanji would also hell bent be into food play turning yo into one of his exquisite desserts he makes except he knows your only his so its even more special. Would totally place loving kisses and he goes down upon you too and would absolutely speak to you in french (cos he knows full well that we find it hot ) woudnt be rough at all during sex, would be sweet love making (only rough if its a quickie when he sees you in short skirts). Also this man is extremely heavy upon praise both giving and receiving. Would say things such as “you doing so good for me mon amor” and “your such a good girl for me arent you?” . sanji needs to know hes doing a good job so would totally ask you to tell him and be vocal about it as well.

Roronoa zoro- 

Dom 100%. No questions. Hes totally a thighs and tits guy so if you were a push up bra around him, get ready to not be able to walk. Also he would totally be a masochist, loves you biting on his neck and would ask you to choke him throughout sex. Totally would go multiple rounds (hes a swordsman what do we all expect) . he would also degrade the hell out of you during sex saying stuff like “yeah you like this you little slut, your just a toy for me to fuck arent ya” aftercare you would see the side of zoro most people dont see.. He would totally be running you a bath and making you are completely ok since he was rough with you. Will snuggle with you afters whilst you fall asleep.

Buggy the clown-

Dom absolutely no question. Loves to be a tease during foreplay as well as he adores getting you flustered about him. He loves to be the one in control so orgasm denial is a huge thing. He loves to take you to the edge and then just deny you the thing you wanted. Will eventually let you cum after teasing you for a while as he cant resist your pleads and whines. Will constantly call you “baby your doing so good for me dont worry keep on being this good and ill let you cum”. Since oda did confirm everything can be removed from his body he would totally allow you to take his dick and use it as a dildo to fuck yourself in front of him. He gets to watch everything from a distance and gets to feel the pleasure too so its a huge win. Bdsm hes totally into, loves tying you up and handcuffing you to the bed. Would deffo talk you through your orgasm and help you calm down afterwards and clean you up. Buggy is a huge lover of receiving head, seeing you gag upon his dick is one of his favourite things to do too. (i need this clown in my life)

shanks - 

Oh this man has a daddy kink for sure, you calling him daddy in bed is everything to him. Deffo calls you mamas as well. Loves to shower you in praise throughout saying things such as “your doing so well mamas, you can go another round cant you?”. Although he loves to be called daddy hes leaning more upon a soft dom since you are his world, his rock, his everything. I like to think shanks would have a little breeding kink too, imagining you being the mother of his kids is a total turn on. Hes the sweetest soul after sex showering you in kisses praising you for doing so good for him too. 

[plan3tstarr]

Sex in the Hokage’s Office

A/N: I got bored and wanted to write something so I wrote a Kakashi smut for yall😋 Hope y’all enjoy! Pls leave recommendations for me to write next for yall. (I might participate in kinktober this year.. idk)

Warnings: Overstimulation, slight breeding, panty suffering, oral(both receiving), praising, pet names

Summary: Lord Sixth summons you for what you thought was a mission. Turns out it was something else.

Word Count: 1,215

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You didn't expect this. You were underneath the very own Hokage's office sucking your Hokage. You thought he wanted you to do another mission. It's been mission after mission with no break and you couldn't understand why. It seems like he just wanted to keep you occupied while he plans this perfect moment. This time when he summoned you, it felt different. When you first walked in the office the energy seemed different from when you would usually get assigned a mission. He seem nervous even. He called you over to his desk and had you sat on the end of it. It ended with you now under his desk sucking him off. He groaned as you went down on him.

"Fuck. You suck it so good princess." He said

You continued with what you was doing. You went up and down on his wet cock as it went deep inside your throat. He grabbed onto your hair pushing you down to sallow his whole cock. You gagged a little bit.

"Take it." He said.

You listened in response now sucking his whole cock full. You couldn't take it but you didn't want to stop. So you took it. You continue to suck his dick whole with no complaints. He was still holding on your hair, guided your mouth to the way he wanted to be sucked. He groaned with each suck. Your eyes starting to water. You let out a soft moan.

"I'm gonna cum." He said softly.

He pushed you up and down on him at a faster pace, making him moan a bit while he came inside your mouth.

"Sallow it you slut." He said, pushing you down, forcing you to take each and every little drop of cum that came from his cock. He let out a soft sigh. You rose up from under the desk.

"Sit on the desk sweetheart." He said softly with a grin on his face. The type of grin that lets you know you're in a good time. The kinda that gets you wet. You listened to him and sat down right on top of papers that he wouldn't get down for the day. He came closer to you and kissed you deeply. His tongue slipped into your mouth. You moaned softly as he kissed you ever so softly. The most passionate kiss you ever had. He went down to your neck and started sucking on it.

"Mmm, Kakas." You hummed.

He went lower and lower with each kiss, finding his destination. As he went from your neck to your chest, he laid you down on the desk as he went towards your stomach. You felt so loved and amazing. He went lower and lower towards your lower body. He sent the very top of your two lips and you flinched. You've always dream of this moment. You didn't know this would actually happen in real life. You always thought of this moment over and over again during the day or throughout the night. You always wanted Lord Sixth to fuck the shit outta you. You just didn't expect it to happen so suddenly. He got closer and closer towards your pussy. Each kiss felt like a light feather.

"I have to return the favor don't I, beautiful." He said in a seductive voice.

You looked down and shook your head in response. He removes your underwear and stuffed it in your mouth.

"Can't have you making too much noise and get us caught now."

You felt like you were on cloud 9. He really just called you beautiful. He spread your legs open and places his head in between. Placing his tongue on your sensitive little clit, he started swirling circles on you.

"Mmm."

He started playing it going from soft circling from sucking to going up and down. You grabbed onto his hair and pushed him front with nothing but your pussy in his face. He didn't fight either, he allowed everything that you wanted. He paused for a second, his warm breath on your clit. He went lower towards your actual pussy. He replaced his tongue with his finger and put his tongue inside your pussy. He started sucking and playing with your clit. You placed a leg on his left shoulder, pulling him closer towards. His tongue went deeper inside you. His tongue getting each and every angle of your velvet walls. You tried to moan but it was muffled, the only ones who could hear was you and Kakashi, but you didn't care. You still moan either way. Over and over again. A tempting orgasm was building up inside of you. Your breath getting heavier and heavier while he suck deeply inside of you, cleaning your walls while playing with your clit. You couldn't take it anymore, you just had to come.

"Kakas, I'm gonna cum." You said muffled and softly.

You didn't think he can hear you from your own panties being stuffed inside of your mouth. He removed his fingers from your clit and went deeper while adding his two fingers inside of you. You moaned as you were getting fingered while he ate you out. Your breath completely heavy, that same orgasm started to overcome. You added your other leg on his other shoulder and locked them around his neck as you came inside of his mouth. You removed your legs from his neck and shoulders and sat there in your own cum. He wiped the remaining cum off his mouth and licked his fingers.

"You taste so good sweetheart." He said with that same grin on his face.

He looked down at you. He looked lower towards your breasts and then back at you. He pushed your legs towards his penis which was a little hard again. He teased your little hole with his penis.

"I wonder how my cock feels inside of you sweetheart." He said.

He easily slips his cock inside of your hole. His cock filled your hole completely. You let out another muffled moan. He started to fuck you in a steady pace. He grabbed both of your breasts, massaging them while he fucks your little hole. He groaned.

"Fuck sweetheart, you're so tight." He said.

You wrapped your legs around his waist causing him to go deeper inside you. You moaned loudly but it was still muffled. He started to fuck you faster. He groaned as he squeezed your soft breasts. He went faster and faster as you tightened your grip on him. Your breath started to get heavy again. He groaned as he pumped in and out of your wet dripping pussy. Another orgasm was coming and you could feel it. He squeezed your breasts harder as his pace began to get sloppier and off key.

“Mmmm, fuuuck.” You moaned muffled.

”I’m gonna cum sweetheart.” He said, his breath getting heavy like yours.

You felt a load of hot warm cum fill your pussy while you came. Soon it was dripping out your pussy. You moaned softly. He let out a soft groan and sat back down in his chair. You rose up and ttied to fix yourself back up.

"You should come back again soon." He said.

You giggled in response.

"I'm serious, how about you come back later tonight."

[amyispxnk]

Hangin' with Dracula.

Finale of my Halloweeny drabbles with Joel!

31/10- trick or treating.

A/N: I love this trope with Joel where he falls in love with the babysitter so damn much. Also Sarah. Also Joel with slicked-back hair.

Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: 2046

Warnings: fluff, kissing, mentions of a divorce + adoption (Sarah's not adopted in this DW), pet names

DO NOT COPY THIS WORK IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

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You crouched down on the purple rug, picking up jewels from the pot beside you and carefully attaching them to the girl in front of you, adding the finishing touches to her witch costume.

"You've put like eighty of those things on my face, is it done yet?" She groaned, despite having asked for the fancy gems and designs from you.

"There are only 14 on there, stop complaining."

"Okay, okay, I just wanna go already!" Sarah exclaimed, foot tapping furiously beneath her as she sat on the edge of her bed.

"Calm down, just 2 more." You said as you reached for another gem.

"One.. two.. and done." You grinned, standing up and clasping your hands together as you admired your handiwork. Swirls of different sized and shaped purple gems adorned her face, with a little eyeshadow - that took a lot of convincing for her father to allow it - and her hair done as best you could. Hair was never really your strong suit.

You had spent at least an hour getting supplies and trying to make the costume look as good as possible for her though, enjoying the task and finding it a good opportunity to grow your relationship with the girl.

You had been Sarah's babysitter for almost 3 years now, and you both loved eachother, and although she wouldn't admit it she thought of you as the maternal figure in her life. You were so caring and patient with her, good to both her and her dad, and a sweet person in general.

And although you were supposed to be just her babysitter, you found yourself coming round to their place for things even when Joel was home like dinners and movie nights etcetera. He appreciated you a lot, and knowing Sarah liked you so much made him like you a lot too.

"Okay, don't touch your costume too much! I'll go get your dad then we'll go." You told her before walking out of the room and knocking on his down the hall.

"Joel? She's ready.." You called from behind the door. He adjusted the bowtie on his much too extravagant costume before opening the door, immediately hiding his face behind one hand when he saw the look on your face.

"Oh my god. You went all out didn't you?" You teased, moving his hand away from his face and starting to scrutinize the outfit.

"So it's a vampire.." you began, as he nodded. "I like the hair." You grinned. He had actually brushed his hair for once, slicking it back with some gel. "Yeah. Makes me look stupid though." He shrugged as the two of you walked into Sarah's room so he could see the costume.

"What d'ya think?" She asked him, doing a 'creepy pose' and wiggling her eyebrows.

"I think..." He started, walking over to her before picking her up and spinning her around, making her squeal and swat at him playfully. "It looks super cool." He said, tickling her sides slightly and making her erupt into fits of laughter.

"Dad! Dad, you're gonna- mess up the makeup! We spent so long on it!"

"Okay, okay. You look amazin', babygirl." He grinned, kissing her forehead before setting her down again. Your heart melted at the sight of them, they had such a good relationship despite how much Joel had to work and the other many difficulties they came across in life, ones you knew about very well. Finance, family.. more specifically her mother. Your jaw clenched at the thought of her.

When Joel told you what she did to him, to both of them, you wanted to find that woman and make her realise the impact she made on his life.

She basically had the kid then decided it was too much, wanting to put her up for fucking adoption, leading to a huge argument with Joel. He couldn't just give her up like that. It had only been a few months and he already loved that little girl more than life itself. He'd do anything for her.

So that's what he did. After his ex-wife moved out, he did everything for Sarah every single day. Woke her up, brushed her teeth, changed her clothes, fed her breakfast, changed her clothes again when she got said breakfast all over them, took her to the park, watched corny kids shows with her, read her stories before putting her to bed then working so late his eyes stung from being open too long. He did everything he could to be the best parent ever for her, feeling like it was his fault her mother left and needing to make up for it.

Then things got busy. The contracting company was not exactly smooth sailing but he needed money. For her. He didn't care about his own wellbeing anymore, he could starve for all he cared as long as she was okay.

That's when he hired you, just over 3 years ago. And you were a blessing in more ways than one. Not only were you amazing at your job, but Sarah genuinely really liked you, loved you, and the way she'd talk about you made him so happy, hearing about all the things you did with her and for her. He knew that subconsciously she probably thought of you like a mother, and you acted like you were one with her; he honestly couldn't have wished for anyone better to be that for Sarah, and it made him more than just like you. He reckons he really fell in love with you when he came home to both of you asleep, she was in her bed all nice and tucked in whilst you were kneeling on the hard floor beside it, storybook slipping out of your hand and it was evident you were staying awake just for her, making sure she was fast asleep even though you were evidently just as tired as her. You put her first before yourself like he always did, showing him how much you cared for her, and the sight might have brought tears to his eyes.

Not only were you amazing with Sarah, but you were also really good to Joel, it was like you took care of him sometimes too. You'd leave him food, ask him how he was, make sure he was drinking water and sleeping properly, even bought him new clothes after teasing him about wearing the same 3 shirts in rotation but then noticing that he only had that many.

You were pulled from your thoughts when you felt Sarah tugging on the flaps of your pirate costume which you threw together at the last second; she had practically begged you and Joel to wear costumes too, so you had gone and bought one for him the day prior then realised you only had your old one from years ago, which got stained so you didn't wear it again until now.

"Yeah honey?" You said quickly, trying to seem less out of it.

"Let's go!" She beamed up at you, shaking her candy bucket around. "This is far too empty for my liking."

You chuckled at her comment before taking her hand and walking to the front door with the two of them.

"Let's go, Dracula." You teased, making Joel roll his eyes as he unlocked the door.

The three of you spent the night going around the neighbourhood, trick or treating and even visiting a haunted house - which was put together so badly even Sarah found it more funny than scary.

She was drifting off just as it got to 10pm, Joel picking her up and resting her head on his shoulder as he walked over to you as you were caught in a conversation with a neighbour who's daughter you were friends with.

"I think it's best we head home now, unless you wanna do some more trick or treatin'?" He teased with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, no. Let's go. Bye Mrs. Jones!"

"See ya sweetheart! Make sure you come 'round soon, maybe at Christmas?"

"Sounds good." You smiled, immediately grimacing once you'd turned around and walked away.

"Used to be friends with her kid and- shit happened so we aren't anymore. Her mom still thinks we're thick as thieves though." You explained to Joel.

"Shit happened?" He repeated questioningly.

"Yeah.. we knew eachother in highschool and stuff happened with boys. Yknow how it is."

"Boys suck. I hate 'em." He commented, making you laugh.

You rounded the corner and came to his front porch. He walked up the steps and you stood awkwardly at the bottom of them, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you waited to say goodbye.

"What're ya standin' down there for?" He asked as he opened the door and walked in.

"I- I don't know actually." You mumbled, walking inside behind him and taking your shoes off as he walked upstairs to take Sarah to bed.

He came back downstairs as you took off the outer, more cumbersome layers of your costume.

"You gonna take your costume off or am I hanging with Dracula for the night?" You smirked as his hand came to the button of his cloak.

"Right, right." He got to work with taking off his costume, ridding himself of the cloak, fangs (yes, he actually wore plastic fangs for this), bowtie and waistcoat.

You walked up to him in a moment of bravery and started unbuttoning the outer shirt he wore, he had put an extra on since it was actually really cold this Halloween.

A comfortable silence filled the room as you finished with the shirt, moving to hand it to him before his hands gently came over yours.

"Are you okay?" He asked, having noticed when you kind of spaced out earlier thinking about the past few years with them. It made you wonder if there was anything more, ever would be, and you accidentally let your thoughts get a hold of you for too long.

"What do you mean?" You replied, acting like you didn't know exactly what he was talking about.

"Well earlier you sorta.. y'were starin' into space." He explained, taking the shirt from you and putting it on the arm of the couch.

"Well, I uh- was just thinking." You murmured. You thought it would be kind of weird to tell him you'd been thinking about his ex-wife and how much better you could've been for him, for both of them.

"Thinkin' 'bout what'?" He pressed, stepping a little closer to you.

"Just about us." You said in an even smaller voice. "The past few years have been really nice and.. I just-" you groaned, cutting yourself off and looking away as you realised how awkward you probably just made things.

He took a deep breath before speaking, trying to calm his nerves and telling himself this was a good idea.

"I really like you, darlin'. Love you, I guess I should say." He confessed, making your head almost snap from how quickly you looked back towards him, eyes widening.

"You do?"

"Yeah." He exhaled, one of his hands coming to cup your cheek as he didn't see any signs of discomfort coming from you.

You leaned into his touch slightly.

"I really like you too." You said as your hands rested on his chest, feeling his heartbeat erratically thumping inside.

He closed the distance between the two of you with a cautious, slow kiss against your lips as your hands slid up and moved to his hair, pulling him closer as you deepened the kiss.

When you broke apart, you panted heavily as you looked into his eyes.

"You taste like chocolate." You murmured, making him let out a low chuckle.

"Had to take some from the bucket. Dad tax." He reasoned, making you nod in agreement.

You kissed him again, savouring the taste of chocolate and him.

"Tastes good."

"So do you." He smirked, hand still resting on the side of your face.

"Y'wanna stay over tonight?" He asked as his thumb rubbed circles on your cheekbone.

"Yeah." You breathed, unable to stop a grin from stretching across your face before you leaned in and kissed him one more time.

"Happy Halloween." He murmured.

"Happy Halloween, Joel."

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Love, Napoleon!: Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Don’t Talk, Just Hold Me Closer

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Black!OFC

Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Word Count: 1.5K

Series Summary: Love letters can only do so much, sometimes you need a grand romantic gesture. This is the love story of Napoleon “Leon” Solo and Roberta “Bobbie” Collins.

Chapter Summary: Bobbie allows Leon in, and Leon tests the waters with a little experiment.

Warnings: smut, Daddy kink - not DDlg(I think), pet names (Daddy, little one, angel), male!Dom/female!sub, dacryphilia, slight dumbification, humiliation/degradation (slut is used lovingly), spit kink, non-barrier contraception, unprotected p-in-v sex, fluffy pillow talk

A/N: I'm a bit nervous to post this chapter, but this was my plan all along...to get kinky. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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The kiss he missed so deeply was back in his clutches. The taste of her was like ambrosia, food of the gods. He could and planned to get lost in this kiss over and over. He takes a moment to lean back, licking his lips and cradling her face in his hand. “Shall we move this elsewhere?”

“Bedroom, Leon.” Bobbie pleads, tightening her legs around him before leaning back in to kiss him.

Devouring her moans, he moved slowly through the apartment in the direction of her bedroom. Finding the door open, he enters and closes the door behind them.

Leon spins and holds Bobbie up against her bedroom door. Her fingers are tangled in his now messy curls and his hands are exploring underneath her skirt. Their kissing is a mix of lips, tongues, and teeth. Leon swallows her little moans, pressing himself into her embrace. He just doesn’t feel close enough. He wants to be inside her so badly.

He pulls back to rest his forehead against hers, and the whine she lets out is too precious. He chuckles lowly and places a kiss on the tip of her nose.

“Easy there, Sweetness. I’m not going anywhere. I’m just thinking,” He starts to grind his stiffening erection into her clothed core, “Thinking whether I wanna try something with you.”

“I wanna try it.” Her impulsivity got the better of her.

“How about some roleplay? You’re gonna be my little one,” He caresses her cheek, “And I’ll be Daddy. Is that okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She says, biting her lip and focusing her pleading eyes on him.

Using one arm to hold Bobbie, Leon uses the other to unbutton his pants and slowly and carefully pull the zipper down. She reaches down to stroke his uncut length, marveling at how warm and thick his dick is. For a moment, she wonders if she will be able to accommodate his girth. 

That thought quickly is out of her mind as she feels him working his hand inside her panties. One finger and then two are sliding into her tight heat. They both continue to play with each other until their breathing picks up. 

Leon turns them around and deposits Bobbie onto the bed, climbing in after her. “As much as I would love to fuck into you while standing, I need to make sure I don’t pass out from the pleasure of sliding into your pretty pussy for the first time, little one.” 

Pulling off her panties, he slides between her legs and lets his cock lay heavy on her mound. Leaning forward on one arm at the side of her head, he grips the base of his cock and teases the head through her folds. 

“Do we need protection? I would love to feel you, skin on skin.”

“I’m on the pill. I wanna feel you too, Daddy.”

At her mewling, he slides in slow and true. He sits inside her for a moment allowing her to get used to the stretch and himself to calm his heightened state of arousal.

He maintains eye contact with her and she whines, moving her hips to try and get friction. He has a smirk on his face as he watches her fuck herself shallowly on his dick.

“Put your ankles on my shoulders, little one.”

The answering whimper sent shivers down his spine. He then helped her fold in half, holding her there, their hips flush against one another.

Still, he only would grind his pelvis into her, not moving in and out yet. That evil smirk on his face as he stares her down, obviously waiting for something. Raising his eyebrows, his face turns into one of expectation.

“Um…please?” Her hands clutch at his biceps as he looks down at her.

“Please…,” Leon adjusted his hips to pull out slightly then freezes, “What’s my name, little one?”

“Daddy! Please fuck me, Daddy!” The whimpers soon turn to sobs as tears fall down her face with the shock of his first thrust.

“Mmmm, that’s my good girl, taking Daddy’s cock so well,” He begins an even pace, leaning down to kiss away her tears and praise her, “Fuck. So fucking tight and hot around me.” 

Changing his angle slightly, he began massaging her inner bundle of nerves. Noticing how her sobs were getting louder and her breathing was becoming erratic, he doubled down on his assault on her pussy.

“I want you to play with your clit, little one. Come on Daddy’s cock. Stop fighting it, stop thinking. Daddy will do all the thinking for you. Don’t worry that empty little head.” 

Bobbie’s hand sped up on her clit and soon enough, her walls were fluttering around Leon’s length. Her sugary sweet moans were music to his ears as he fucked her through her orgasm.

“Such a good girl for me. Doing just what you’re told. Perfect little angel,” Moving to sit on his heels, he let his hands roam over her body. Rubbing her belly, pinching and teasing her nipples, his hand continued to rise up her body, “May Daddy wrap his hand around your throat?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She’s nodding and reaching for his hand to put it on her neck.

“Look who’s eager to be Daddy’s little slut. Is there anything you won’t do for Daddy?”

“Anything for Daddy,” Her dreamy voice left her mouth as he tightened his hand.

“That’s right, my little slut. You’ll take anything that Daddy gives you right?” He releases his grip and she breathes in deeply.

“Yes, Daddy,” Catching her breath, she looks up at him with soft umber eyes.

“Open your mouth, little one.” He gathers the saliva in his mouth and spits it into her awaiting mouth, “That’s my good girl, swallowing it down. Daddy is so close, little one. Where do you want my cum?”

“Inside me, Daddy. Please fill me up?” She made sure to poke out her bottom lip in a pout that went straight to his dick.

“Oh, little one, I would love to fill you up with my cum. Are you ready for me?”

All she can do is nod as he fucks into her. She feels him continually burying himself inside her so deeply. His pulsing cock empties inside her while he latches onto her mouth in a feverish kiss. His warm, heavy load shot into waiting walls.

She swallows the grunts and groans he unleashes. She moves her ankles off his shoulders and wraps them around his waist. Pushing back some wet curls from his forehead, she broke the kiss to catch her breath. She tightened her thighs against his waist when she felt him trying to pull out.

“Sweetness,” His voice drawls a bit, and his eyes are fluttering open, “As much as I love being inside you, I am so sensitive right now. Let me pull out and I’ll fuck you again later.”

She unhooks her legs from around him, letting him escape her clutches. As his semi-hard cock slips free, he watches as his spend leaks from her swollen cunt. Stuffing himself back into his slacks, he lays down next to her and pulls her close.

“So, that was interesting. I like to roleplay, it would seem.” She lays an arm around his middle, giving him a good squeeze.

“You take orders very well. Like a natural submissive,” The arm around her cuddles back in return, “Have you ever experimented with submission?”

“Never. But I’m interested in it. Is it just during sex or is it all of the time?” The curiosity in her voice excited him.

“Well, that depends. We could do it just during sex, we could expand it to 24/7 Dominant and submissive roles, or we could just do it a couple of times a week. Whatever works for us,” He lays a kiss on the top of her head, “But I did really enjoy hearing you call me Daddy.”

“I liked it when you called me little one, Daddy.”

“That’s my sweet little one,” He tips her head up to kiss her forehead, “We can talk about it after a nap. I think we both deserve a little reset, what do you think?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m tired. Can we still cuddle?” 

“Of course, we can cuddle, little one. Come and get comfy with Daddy.”

She pulls the comforter over them and wraps herself around him. “Kisses?”

“Always, sweet one.” He licks at her lips as she leans in, licking into her mouth as she opens up for him. He is truly addicted to her kiss. 

And now, he was ready to be addicted to a few other parts of her. From her curiosity to her natural submission, Leon was smitten with Bobbie. He’s only known her for a handful of days and he was already starting to think about taking her on as a sub. Instead of worrying about the future, he just decides to take a nap with a pretty girl.

Chapter 4

A/N: The title of this chapter is taken from Take Care of Business by Nina Simone. I love Nina and this is the second time she’s inspired some Napoleon fiction.

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WORLD CLASS SINNER - FRANK CASTLE

nine - bad omens

tags: n/a // eight // ten // masterlist

Pairing: Billy x Reader , Frank x Reader

Word Count: 9,660

Summary: Lingering omens finally register and truths are revealed through blood, bullets, and betrayals.

You were getting dressed when you heard the knocks at your door. You went over and peaked out the peephole, seeing Billy standing outside your door. You sighed slightly and opened it, turning your back and walking away almost immediately. You focused your attention on tucking in your shirt instead.

You figured something closer to combat ready would be better so you were wearing a fitted dark colored long sleeve, thumbs looped through the holes at the end of the sleeve. It would allow a snug fit of your FBI branded bulletproof and it was a familiar enough fit to the suit you usually wore for your “freelance” work.

“You got plans?” Billy asked as he followed you into your apartment.

“Yeah.” You said simply before glancing over your shoulder. You noticed he was in a dark outfit himself. “So do you, clearly.”

“I could really use your help on this, Gorgeous.” He tried and you shook your head with a small scoff before you headed into your bedroom.

“So long as you're with Rawlins and against Frank, you’re against me too.” You said firmly as you searched for a belt.

“That’s not fair, Y/N.” He argued and came into your room. You two met eyes in a heated glare while you fastened the leather into place.

“No, what’s not fair is coming here and expecting me to be on your side.” You said, heat climbing up your spine. “I don’t owe you anything. I don’t have to help you and I sure as hell don’t have to answer to the same man you do. Coming in here and throwing around a cheap pet name isn’t gonna get you anything.”

“Jeez.” He laughed slightly. “This isn’t about Rawlins, y’know.”

You hummed a sarcastic response. “So who’s paying out 500k a piece to a group that opened fire on civilians? Who’s asking a blacked out search and destroy?”

“Listen, there’s a lot of moving pieces right now.”

“Yeah, well, if you want to answer a man who sees you as a piece of meat, be my fucking guest. But you have no right to bring that to my doorstep.”

“A piece of meat, huh?” He scoffed. “You got no idea what you���re talking about.”

“If you only knew.” You said to yourself. “I guess it doesn’t matter anyway. I’m not going against Frank in any sense.”

“Jesus Christ.” He muttered. “Why are you so loyal to him?” He asked loudly.

“Why aren’t you?” You nearly yelled back, that anger burning your throat as the words left. “Frank sees you as family, Billy. You’re his brother! Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

“What do you care?” He yelled back.

“Because someone has to!” You snapped, feet carrying you across the room before you could think otherwise. “Can you seriously look at me and tell me you don’t care what happens to Frank?”

“I tried to help him.” He said, calmer than before but still with underlying tension. “He blew me off.”

“When?”

He shrugged.

“And if he gets to Rawlins, who are you gonna pick?”

He shrugged again.

“Goddammit, Billy.” You shoved him by his chest and you watched his expression shift. “That shouldn’t be a question! That’s the problem!”

You moved to shove him again but he caught your wrists. He yanked you to him and turned you quickly before backing you against the nearest wall. He pinned your hands near your head and you simply glared up at him. He took half a step away so he could lean down and be eye level with you.

“All that fire…” He said lowly, eyes darting between yours which you knew were reflecting the anger rising beneath your skin. The deep echoing explosions in your chest. “That loyalty…”

“Billy..” You said firmly, shifting to find more space but failing.

He leaned in close, breath mingling with yours. Any other day you would’ve tilted your head to meet his lips, make you both late for your ops. But the thought made a bile rise in your throat instead.

“You care about me like that?”

You said nothing.

“Is it insensitive if I told to get your shit together so I can love you?” He asked before a half smile that quickly faded. “I mean, is it really your grief that keeps you from giving me everything or do you just not want to?”

“Are you really gonna talk about that at a time like this?” You nodded towards your pinned hands.

He made a small noise of agreement before he hesitated at releasing your hands. He let go of one and guided the other to rest against his chest. He pinned it there with his own hand and used the other to carefully grab your chin to look at him. He squeezed your face slightly, not enough to hurt but enough to ensure you wouldn’t be able to pull away.

“I don’t wanna fight you on this.” He said with a mock sentiment that stung your skin wherever it met his. “But I can’t have you getting in the way either.”

“So go then.” You spat, a muffled sound from the way your squished cheeks limited your mouth. “No one’s making you stay.”

He said nothing as you reached up to push his hand off your face. You pushed past him and returned to your prior task of dressing for your assignment. It wasn’t until he spoke again did you acknowledge his presence.

“So that’s it, huh?” He asked but that time the disappointment was real. “Should’ve seen it coming.”

“We’ll go around again and then jump back in bed with each other.” You shrugged. “You’re gonna act like there hasn’t been repeated omens that we’ve both been ignoring?”

“Isn’t that what you do when you love somebody?”

“Somebody else.” You said firmly, eyes catching on that familiar strip of photos from the mall photo booth in college. “I love somebody else.”

He left without a word and you let out a heavy sigh.

it wasn’t over between you and Billy. Not as long as your mission with Frank was live. Once that was finished and Rawlins was in the ground would you truly be able to separate from Billy. Until then, awkward interactions were likely to occur between you two.

So be it.

You met with Dinah right when you were supposed to. She handed you a rifle and rehashed the plan with you and the man you learned to be her partner, Sam Stein. She didn’t introduce you to the rest of her team and you were glad for it.

You body was still frazzled from your conversation with Billy and the explosions seemed to be louder ever since. Your hands felt slick, covered in blood despite the fact that you washed them before you left the apartment. The hole was echoing with every footstep, every sound ricocheting off the deep walls and leaving your bones rattling.

You got quietly into position, taking the closest spot to the entry. You watched as the group passed you, sweeping the area in front of them.

“Eyes on target.” You said quietly into your earpiece, a voice hardly above a whisper. “Five hostile inbound, heavily armed. Proceed with caution.”

You followed from a safe distance, ensuring yourself coverage if needed. You were practically herding them into Dinah’s trap without them even knowing.

A fire fight ensued soon after. Even from your close position, you couldn’t get a clean shot without risking your own safety. Usually you wouldn’t care, but you weren’t gonna let yourself get killed in front of Dinah Madani.

How embarrassing.

“Drop your weapons!” You called out, not revealing yourself. “FBI and Homeland have the building surrounded!”

“Drop your weapons and get down on the ground!” Dinah called out, though no man moved.

The combination of your voice and Dinah’s sent one of the men into a panic. The sudden feeling made you poke your head out and examine the ground. The men all wore ski masks so you couldn’t make out who was who. You stared harder, hoping for something familiar, but you saw nothing. You cursed quietly but then you heard the voice, covered by the gunshots but you heard it.

“Take ‘em down.” Billy instructed.

“Понял, Красавчик.” You said to yourself, habitually reaching for your mask. Your fingertip hit skin instead and you remembered you weren’t there as Exodus. You were there as FBI. (Gotcha, Pretty Boy.)

Dinah called for the team to move so you went in closer. You singled out the closest man and moved in for a kill.

You hurried behind him and slammed your foot into the back of his knee. He buckled almost instantly and he flailed his arms, pulling the rifle’s trigger at the same time. You kicked the gun’s barrel towards the ground before stomping a foot against the man’s wrist. He cried out and you had to duck the incoming shots. You vaguely heard Sam scolding that you were on their side while you were reaching for the man’s pistol.

He jerked his elbow back and it hit your jaw, causing you to wobble enough for him to shove you off and drop the handgun. He scrambled to gather his rifle and you sat flat, kicking out at the center of his chest. He slammed into the pillar behind him with a sick crack that had to be his head, given the blood stain left behind. You shifted quickly and grabbed the front of his vest and turned to slam him against the ground. With a knee on his chest, you reached for the handgun. You aimed, looked up in time to catch Billy’s eyes - those were easy enough to recognize as he stared at you - and pulled the trigger.

Dinah and Sam were moving closer, the three of you alternating in an unspoken rhythm to provide the others with cover while your positions changed. Another went down and then another, leaving only two men standing in opposition. Two men who took off.

You didn’t hesitate to run after them. A shot from behind you took down the man closest to your trio and he fell to the floor. He called out for his partner to come back to help him, but assuming he was yelling for Billy, he was on his own.

The shots sounding from the stairwell answered it for you before you saw it. Dinah hesitated at the entrance and radioed for Sam but you refused to wait. You two went off in different directions judging by the fading sounds of her footsteps.

Billy leading a team against you and Dinah crossed the final line. Granted, it was unbeknownst to Billy when he got his team together and even invited you, but he heard your voices and actively decided to attack you. He chose his side, solidifying his allegiance to Rawlins. Meaning he was choosing to stand against you, to stand in your way.

You wouldn’t let any sort of feelings keep you from finishing your job. Not this time.

The sound of the gunshots only drew you closer. You even ditched the rifle because it was irritating you. Instead, you gripped your borrowed handgun and urged your feet to move faster.

The burn of your legs and lungs was a refreshing sensation compared to the burn of anger you were so used to feeling. Only your legs didn’t move fast enough. Once you were close enough, you saw the glint of the blade at his wrist.

“Don’t!” You shouted but Billy didn’t listen.

One, two, three, four sick squelches as he stabbed Sam.

You fired a warning shot that whizzed right by Billy’s shoulder before he threw Sam’s body to the side. You rushed to the fallen agent and tossed the gun aside, using both hands to put pressure on the gushing wound.

“C’mon, Sam.” You said to him, though the panic in his eyes was clear. “We’ll figure this out, okay?”

You looked up and saw Billy was gone.

“Dinah!” You shouted as the blood started pooling over your fingers. “Dinah!!”

You heard her land on the rooftop and when you looked up, she stood frozen.

“Dammit, Dinah!” You yelled and she snapped from her daze momentarily to register what you were going

to say. “Get EMS!”

Looking back down at Sam, you suddenly weren’t on that rooftop anymore. It wasn’t Sam you were tying to keep from bleeding out. It wasn’t his blood staining your hands, staining the knees of your pants as the puddle grew. It wasn’t his gurgled voice and it wasn’t Dinah getting closer.

It was Elektra. Her blood. Her voice. It was Matt coming closer. His hands reaching for her wounds. Suddenly, your hands were shaking. Your eyes were watering. Your bottom lip quivered as the hopeless feeling began to create a hefty lump in your throat. The metallic smell of blood that never bothered you before was suddenly burning your lungs. The day turned to night. The bulletproof on your torso felt like Exodus’ suit.

You didn’t know how long you were there, kneeling in a stranger’s blood, when EMS finally arrived. Not only EMS, but someone knew to call Dex. He was the one to pull you off Sam and try to ask you what happened. Only

you didn’t have words, just a mumbled repetition of the same starting syllables that ultimately became a jumbled mess.

I’ll get him, Sam. I promise.

Your mind kept going to the night Elektra died. Not at Midland. That wasn’t Elektra. Elektra died at your feet on a rooftop. And you had just lived that moment all over again. Everytime you saw Sam’s blood on your hands, yo lived it again. Dex helped you get Dinah to her apartment, promising to wait for you to get her settled so he could do the same for you.

You kept running your hands against your pants despite both being equally stained. The hot, slick feeling just wouldn’t go. The red just wouldn’t come off.

Почему бы этой чертовой крови не оторваться? (Why wouldn’t the damn blood come off?)

Dinah’s mom helped you get her into the tub before she went off to call someone else to help. You sat on the floor beside her, your back to her but a hand over your shoulder holding hers. You thought of saying something to comfort her but was there to say?

If you told her you knew who killed Sam, she’d ask why you didn’t stop him. If you told her you were sorry, she’d say it wouldn’t change anything. If you told her you’d get whoever did it, she’d wish it was one of you instead. There was no consolation for that, for watching someone you fought beside die at your feet.

A light knock at the bathroom door snapped your thoughts and you saw Billy poke his head in. Your entire body tensed but you bit your tongue, if only for the sake of the catatonic woman in the water behind you. You stood and brushed past him without saying anything. Not until you were outside the bathroom at least.

“How’s she doing?” He asked quietly.

“Catatonic.” You answered, rubbing your hands on your shirt. “She’s alive at least, but completely unresponsive.”

“Shit.” He sighed and you wanted to put a knife in him the same way he did to Sam. Four times, strategic placement so he’d bleed out in minutes. “Are you okay?”

“Huh?”

“You’ve wiped off your hands four times since I got here.”

Four times, four stab wounds.

“No I haven’t.” You lied poorly.

“When you got up was one.” He explained. “When you came out was two. When you answered me was three and just then was four. There’s nothing on your hands, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I know.” You nodded and looked down at your blood stained hands and picked at the dried blood around your nails. “Just feels like it.”

Billy reached for your hands and you took a step back.

“Dex is waiting downstairs so I better go.” You reasoned, wiping off your hands again. “Take care of her.”

“Yeah, I will… And hey, about this morning.” He tried as you were reaching for the doorknob. “I didn’t mean to scare you or anything. You know I’d never hurt you, right?”

“It’s like I said, bad omens. Maybe we shouldn’t ignore them anymore.”

“Wait, so that’s it?”

“I don’t wanna do this here, Billy. Can we talk about this later? Dinah needs someone.”

“Yeah, okay.” He nodded.

You couldn’t tell if he knew you recognized him or if he even cared. Either way, you had to get out of there. Dinah’s mother offered you her bathroom to clean up in or a cup of tea, something to eat, but you politely refused her offer. You ensured you were okay, rubbing a hand on your chest to try and get the blood off.

Sam’s blood.

Elektra’s blood.

Left you to wonder whose blood was next.

Dex was waiting outside the car for you and opened the passenger door when you got close enough. You smiled in thanks and he nodded quietly. It was like he knew you had no words left in you. The silence of the ride to your apartment was filled with the background noise of the radio, muffled noise from the busy streets outside. You were both glad and disappointed that Dex didn’t ask if you were okay. Just a silent presence, reminding you that you weren’t alone.

Only alone in your lingering grief. Alone in the blood puddle.

It was days before you’d hear from anyone again. You didn’t go see Frank and Lieberman, or Sarah and her kids. Karen didn’t call or come by. Dex stopped in on his lunch breaks and after shift, making sure you ate and slept enough. Some nights you got him to stay, to serve the purpose Billy usually did when your emotions thumped uncomfortably in your chest.

Billy hadn’t even called.

You figured he was too busy cuddling up with Dinah, making nice with the woman who’s partner he killed.

You dragged yourself to the church that morning, sat on the same worn bench you always did and folded your legs to get your feet on the edge of the bench. You sighed and wrapped your arms around your knees, chin resting on them.

“It’s been a while.” Sister Maggie said after a few minutes of your quiet loitering. “Was starting to think you flew the coop.”

“Sometimes I wish I did.” You confessed. “Maybe then people would stop dying.”

She sighed in pity before she sat beside you. You could feel her expectant stare.

“I have this feeling that I'm not myself anymore.” You began, refusing to look at the older woman. You had a feeling in your gut that if you did and you saw her kind eyes, you’d break down into a crying fit that may never end. “Like I was on autopilot, and then Matthew came and I came to my senses. Found a family and morality, then karma came along and disassembled me. Next thing I knew, life hurriedly put me back together again and I don’t know who’s left.”

“I can’t give you an answer to that, dear.” She said honestly, a comforting hand landing on the back of your shoulder. You wanted to shrug it away, to make sure she didn’t become stained with the blood you were covered in, but the sincerity in her touch made it hard. Maybe she won’t have minded anyway. “Matthew wouldn’t be able to either.”

“Yeah, I know that.” You nodded and honestly, you did. Matt didn’t hold the answers to who you were. “He just made it easier to figure out, I guess. Y’know, everytime I come here, I feel like he’s here with me… It’s probably crazy.”

“This place was pivotal to who he became.” She agreed. “It was probably his most dearest place, other than by your side.” She nudged you slightly and you broke a small smile.

Before you could voice a response, the ground shook beneath the bench. You stood quickly and glanced around, seeing panicked faces all around you. You took a few steps in the direction you assumed the feeling came from when another heavy explosion rocked the ground. At first you thought it was just in your chest but you saw the smoke clouds rising.

Three clouds.

One in a direction you could’ve sworn was one of the NYPD precincts, another towards one of the courthouses.

“What the hell?” You spoke to yourself, instantly shoving your sadness and uncertainty down the familiar chasm in your chest. You turned back to Maggie and she nodded in silent understanding before she rushed back into the church.

You tapped your scar and shifted the channels up and down, hoping to catch any sort of chatter. At the same time, you pulled your phone and called Dex. Apparently, your SAC was dispatching teams across the city to find anything they could. You, however, were not yet assigned.

After a few hours, you got a call from Karen.

“How soon can you get to the Bulletin?” She asked in a hurried panic.

“What happened?” You said quickly. “Did someone hurt you?”

“No. No, um, not yet at least. The bombings.”

“What?”

“He sent a letter. Ellison went to call the FBI but I figured calling you is the same thing, right?”

“Shit.” You sighed. “Yeah, I’ll just need to get a team. You gotta call him too.”

“Him? Who’s him?”

“Him!” You insisted. “Put the goddamn flowers in the window if you have to.”

You practically ran to your apartment and gathered your FBI gear. Badge at your hip, gun under your arm, FBI branded jacket on your back. You called your SAC on the at to the Bulletin, informing her of your tip. She assured you she got the same call from Ellison and she was sending a team. You argued that you needed to be part of that team and she attempted to refuse. But your powers leaked into your voice and through the phone, forcing her to bend to your will. She said that you couldn’t do the initial evidence collection but you could get in on it right after.

The next day, you put the flowers in the window yourself. You practically ran into the compound and found Frank reading Karen’s response to the bomber. You read it over his shoulder and ignored the way he looked at you in question. You thought about why and realized you were wiping your hands off again.

You stuck around through Karen’s radio interview and heard the voice of the bomber. It was familiar, but the janky quality of Lieberman’s radio made it hard to place.

“I know him…” You said quietly while your brain was trying to match the voice to a face.

“What? How?” Lieberman turned to you, the screwdriver falling from his mouth.

“I don’t know, your radio is shit.” You commented with a sarcastic expression. “Wait. What did he say?”

“Why?” Frank asked as he recognized the tone of your voice. You deadpanned him and he sighed. “Sic semper tyrannis.”

“Sic semper tyrannis.” You repeated. “That’s a military thing, right? What branch?”

“I don’t think it’s specific.” Lieberman shrugged. “Started from a Navy attack sub, USS Virginia…”

“Wait a second, I’ve heard that before too.” Frank agreed

“Yeah, in history class.” Lieberman said with a little more intent, almost insisting you two were looking into a dead end.

“No, it’s…” You shook your head, replaying the phrase. “Shit! From group.” You turned to Frank. “Curtis’ group.”

“The kid.” Frank confirmed. “He said that. Curtis said that kid’s always blaming other people for his problems. He drives a cab and his name-“

“Lewis.” You finished. “He went for a job at Anvil not too long ago. Curtis and I convinced Billy not to take him. He was living in a foxhole in his front yard, almost shot his dad’s head off too.”

“Lewis and he drives a cab. Can you find him on there?” Frank said loudly and pointing at Lieberman’s set up.

“That’s not a lot to go on.” The man answered.

“Lewis, he’s around twenty five. Army vet. Drives a cab at night.” You added, hands rubbing against the sides of your pants. “Wilson, his last name is Wilson.”

“That narrows it down but are you two sure this is the same guy?”

“Yes!” You said loudly. “Goddammit, Lieberman!”

“Alright.” He conceded and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you.” You said honestly. “I have to bring it to my team, too. We’ll work it from our end and see who catches him first.”

“But what happens if I find him?”

“The hell you think is gonna happen?” Frank said flatly. “This piece of shit’s going after Karen.”

“What's the deal with those two?” Lieberman asked you in a hushed, gossipy voice.

“The deal is no one goes after her. Not on his watch or mine. There’s not many people that have that kind of protection.” You shrugged. “Imagine if that was Sarah.”

“Sarah’s my wife. She’s my family.”

You rolled your eyes and closed the distance without much thought. You grabbed the front of Lieberman’s shirt and hauled him to his feet before forcing him back against the desk. You gripped the fabric tighter as if it would slip out your blood soaked hands.

“Listen to me.” You said firmly. “Karen is my family. If something happens to her and I don’t try to stop it, it’d be the same as Red and I’m not doing that again.”

His hands went up in surrender so you let him go. You took a couple steps back and Frank grabbed one of your arms to pull you to him. You landed against his chest and his arms wrapped around you and you leaned into the embrace. Your hands were shaking as you put your arms around him, balling up your fists in his shirt.

You were near tears and Frank knew, just by the way you were holding on to him, like you would break as soon as you let go. Maybe he felt the same way.

You stayed in the embrace for only a few seconds until your hands didn’t feel slick with invisible blood. You let go first and wiped your sleeve against your eyes before you left without another word. You had to get to the office and relay the information you had. Once you got to your car, you got a couple texts from Curtis.

He heard the radio and tried Lewis’ house but he wasn’t there. His next thought was O’Connor’s place and he sent you that address. You would add it to the file your team was compiling. And lucky for you, the team was always at the Bulletin.

“And nothing about this was familiar, right? He’s never reached out before?” You asked, a copy of the letter in your hands. You were stalling in telling her the truth, or anyone from your team really, until you knew Frank had something.

“We get a lot of angry letters.” She shrugged and you cracked a small smile. “There might be some in the archives.”

“Yeah, your pieces tend to piss people off.” You joked and motioned for the other agent to go look into it.

As they left, Karen’s phone rang. She took the call in the corner and you read over the letter again. It was almost baffling how someone could fall apart so quickly, but maybe you were just preoccupied to recognize it. At the same time, however, Lewis was not your responsibility.

After about a minute, Karen went and shut her office door. Your brows went up and she put the call on speaker.

“You’re lucky it’s Y/N.” She said and your question remained. “Why am I hearing from you now? What do you know about this?”

“Frank?” You mouthed and she nodded.

“I know you need to stay put until this gets dealt with.” Frank answered. “What do you got on your end, Princess?”

“I haven’t said anything yet.” You said honestly. “Team’s looking to see if he’s written before. Where are you?”

“His house.”

“He might not be there. Curtis gave me an address of one of the guys he idolized, so we should check there too.”

“You know who he is?” Karen spoke up, almost too loud. You clamped a hand over her mouth and offered a stern look. After a second, you carefully removed your hand. “We should deal with this through the FBI. Through your team, Y/N.”

“It’s faster my way.” Frank said casually and you agreed. If you didn’t have to show face, you would’ve been right there with him.

“We should do this the right way. Y/N, c’mon, if you know you should be leading your team there right now.”

“The right way is one he doesn’t walk away from.” You said flatly. “He killed innocent people and he’ll come for you too.”

“Then you’re both no different than him.”

“We are plenty different, Karen, and you know it.” Frank countered. 

“Really?” She scoffed. “You don’t like the way the world works so you just do whatever you like. Do not do this and say that it’s for me.”

“Okay.” You shrugged. “It’s not for you.”

“Just stay put.” Frank said firmly before the line ended.

“You can’t seriously be on board with this.” She scolded you.

“If it keeps you safe, sure.” You shrugged. “I lost Matt already. Not gonna lose you too if I can help it.”

“But killing him? I thought this whole FBI thing was a chance for you to go straight.”

“I gotta get my feet under me. Growing pains.”

“Don’t bullshit me.”

“Fine. I’m choosing to go after this guy, yeah. I’m choosing this because if I can’t take down Bi- If I can’t finish this, then I can’t expect to finish helping Frank and Micro.”

You got a text then. From an unsaved number.

83541 Van Buren

O’Connor’s address.

You practically ran out of the room after that. You hurried to find Dex and told him where you were going. He asked you to wait but you refused, insisting he gather the best from the team since you didn’t know them enough and to meet you there. When you got to your car, you fought out of your jacket and grabbed your bureau-issued bulletproof out of the backseat.

You wiggled it into place as you drove, pulling up right behind Frank. You parked a few houses back and caught up with him on foot.

“We don’t have a lot of time till my team gets here, which means you need to be clear of here by then. Got it?” You said quickly, drawing your gun as you walked.

Frank ignored you.

“Dammit, Frank.” You grabbed his arm so he had to stop.

“I get it, Princess, alright?” He rolled his eyes.

You and Frank went in, finding Curtis tied to a chair and a bomb to his chest. Your heart fell to your feet for a split second before you both went to act. The thick smell from the dead body in the next room was enough to pull you back to focus. Frank ensured Curtis was alive while you holstered your gun. You flicked out the knife at your wrist and carefully cut the gag away. Frank raised a brow at your concealed blade but said nothing. He busied himself at the sink to try and clean up Curtis while you examined the bomb.

“Frank.” You waved for his attention. “Claymore.”

Almost immediately after, Curtis’ phone rang. Frank moved to answer it and he put it on speaker.

“You’re supposed to be dead.” Lewis said, a clear waver in his voice.

Fear.

Your head snapped up and found the yellow terror trail leading across the street. You snapped for Frank to look and when he did, you gestured him away from the window and slid the blade away.

“What the hell, Lewis?” You sighed, shaking your head while looking back at the bomb.

You had no idea how to disarm it.

“They said that you were killed.” Lewis continued and out of pure spite, you gradually began raising his fear. Fear of Frank Castle.

“They say a lot of things, kid.” Frank answered calmly. 

“Too many people were on your side, people like me. People who know that we have to… to take matters into our own hands.”

“That’s what you think he stands for?” You questioned loudly, moving away from Curtis for the moment and closer to the phone. “You think you two are the same?”

New plan to try. Keep him talking till your team showed and they could disarm it.

“Y/N?”

A new wave of fear. Good.

“What does this have to do with Curtis?” You challenged. “Anvil wasn’t his fault, Lewis. It was mine. You wanna blow someone up, should be me.”

“You’ll get yours.” He warned and your brows went up in amusement. “Curtis chose the wrong side.”

“I promise you, Curtis has never been on the wrong side of anything in his life.” Frank countered.

“How did this end, Lewis?” You continued, looking for enough of a crack in his defense that you could weasel in and break it down. “Wait for the cops or the feds and blow them all to hell? Take on the establishment? Spoiler alert, they will find you and kill you before you make a dent.”

“I already made a dent.”

“By killing janitors?” You almost laughed. “C’mon, man. Let us get Curtis out of here. We get him out and you..”

“You turn yourself in, all right? Just do it.” Frank finished, though it wasn’t where your train of thought was going. You were going to say that he could put you in Curtis’ place and then when he got close enough to try it, you put your blade in his neck. One, two, three, four times. “Nobody else needs to get hurt.”

“You fought your war, Frank, and I’m fighting mine.” Lewis reasoned.

“You are nothing like me. The men I put down, I stood in front of them. I looked them in the eye. You’re a goddamn coward, hiding behind these bombs.” Frank insisted and you felt Lewis’ resolve wavering.

You focused in on it and helped to break it, taking an imaginary sledgehammer to his already fragile ideology while Frank kept talking. Every word was another blow to his conviction and it was working until Lewis ended the call.

You knelt in front of the bomb again and wondered how long it would take until Dex got the team there. You gingerly traced wires, carefully replacing them in their positions before you stood and followed them to various planted sources.

“I can’t tell if it’s on an open or closed circuit.” You admitted and Frank came over to look.

“You can tell the difference?” Curtis asked weakly.

“Closed circuit all link to each other, meaning any wire could set it off.” You explained, returning to the wires at the battery. “An open circuit has a trigger wire, meaning you can snip it and cut off the explosive from the detonator. Problem is I can’t tell with this one.”

You continued your investigation of the wires while Frank and Curtis had a conversation. Curtis was giving deathbed confessions, about the darker thoughts he had and death he wished for. Frank tried to console him but that despair, that sinking helplessness, began to soak into you as well. You shuddered after pushing the feeling away from you both and the phone rang again.

“I called the cops.” Lewis said quickly, hoping to scare you and Frank away.

“No need.” You answered, still examining the connections. “FBI team’s a few minutes out. They’ll get here first.”

Frank then went on to convince Lewis to tell him about the right wires. He told the story of Curtis losing his leg and how he froze. Then Lewis called Frank to the window and you reached for his arm to stop him. He turned to you for a second and you shook your head. He took his arm out of your grip and his hand went to the side of your head. He nodded slightly before going and you stood dumbfounded for a second.

You half expected a bullet to come flying through and you wondered if Frank expected the same. You heard Dex’s voice in your ear, telling you they were two minutes out. Lewis made a comment about Karen and you had to force yourself to stay put.

“Frank!” You called and flicked the blade out again before you knelt in front of Curtis. “ETA less than two minutes. I need a wire.”

“Try the white wire.” Lewis said before the call ended again.

You positioned your blade against the wire and Curtis’ fear spiked. You looked up at him and nodded, swallowing hard. You didn’t trust Lewis but what other choice did you have? You felt a hand on your shoulder and looked to see Frank standing beside you. He nodded to you and you looked back at the wire. You closed your eyes tightly, bracing for the explosion to finally leave your chest, and yanked your knife through the wire.

You let out a relieved laugh when nothing happened. At that point you stood and shoved Frank towards the back door. Dex and two other agents burst through the front just as you were hiding your blade again. You pointed to Curtis for the other two and grabbed Dex’s arm, while the others were yelling about whether or not Castle was there.

“Dex is with me!” You shouted. “You two on that bomb! And get forensics for that body!”

You two took off down the same alleys Frank ran. You both shouted for him to stop, that you were FBI and for everyone else to get out of the way. You were blatantly sandbagging while Dex was actively trying to catch up to him. Frank turned and cut across streets, hopping into backyards and over fences until he eventually got enough space to confront a couple of officers. As you and Dex caught up again, he was taking off in a stolen police cruiser.

Dex cursed in frustration while you smirked. Together, you rejoined your team and Curtis was quick to pull you into a thankful embrace. Debrief wouldn’t be easy as you’d have to explain why you let Frank Castle and Lewis get away, but it was part of your mission.

One more box to check.

That much closer to the end.

A few days later, everything went to shit faster than you could stop it.

It was just before 9:30A.M. when you arrived at the hotel, Frank parking the van a block away. You two split about half a block later. He was headed towards the maintenance entrance while you went to the front. Dex had a couple guys waiting for your arrival and while you knew the team was necessary to maintain your job, they were in your way. You told them to blend in and keep comms open while you would take post at Karen’s side.

You met with Karen near the elevator after talking your way around one of Billy’s men. You flashed your badge when he tried to confiscate your gun and he was quick to pull his hand away. Karen handed hers over though and while you felt she was uncomfortable with it, she trusted you to look after her.

The ride up was quick and quiet. There were questions hanging in the air but she didn’t dare to voice them. Maybe she knew better.  Maybe she just couldn’t bring herself to. Either way, it made it that much easier for you.

“Guess it’s time you two had a proper introduction, huh?” You gestured to the man coming down the hall before wiping your hands on the back of your shirt.

One, two, three, four times.

“Billy Russo, Anvil.” He smiled and shook her hand. “Right this way.”

You stayed at Karen’s side rather than Billy’s and the small gesture was something he seemed to notice. He turned his head and when you weren’t there, his steps nearly faltered.

“Little ironic, isn’t it?” Billy tried. “Anti-gun senator being interviewed by a journalist with a concealed carry permit.”

“And she’s seen you without pants yet you’re barely introducing yourself.” You quipped back with an eye roll that got you a small nudge from Karen. “But also the anti-gun senator choosing a military contractor for personal security.”

“Can’t wait to hear what he has to say about that.” Karen agreed, stepping in to take over the conversation she could tell you weren’t interested in.

“Hopefully he’ll say that if you want the best, Anvil is the only choice.” Billy offered you a smile as you all approached the room. “And if he doesn’t, you can quote me on that. Y/N can attest to it, too.”

“Where’d you get your sales smarts from? Wharton?” Karen tried when she noticed you had no intention of saying anything.

“Afghanistan.” He answered, though his eyes lingered on you for a second longer. “Wharton was my safety school.”

“Очаровательно, как всегда.” You said under your breath. “Are you ready, Ms. Page?” (Charming as ever.)

“Yes, thank you, Agent Y/L/N.” She nodded and you gestured to the room.

Before you could follow her in, Billy reached for your arm.

“What’s with the cold shoulder, Gorgeous?” He asked quietly, though you glared up at him.

You wanted to throw what he did to Sam at him but it wasn’t the time.

“I’m working.” You said flatly. “So are you.”

“Yeah, but that’s never stopped you before.”

“When I worked with you, maybe. This is serious. I don’t have time to flirt because if I mess up, my friend could die. You may not care about your friends but I do.”

“Hey.” He tried but you pulled your arm away.

“Also.” You gave a small, insincere chuckle. “If you ever put your hands on me like you did this morning, you’re gonna lose use in at least one of them.”

“Hey.”

“You really think Frankie is a terrorist or is it all just for your ‘image’?” You challenged through gritted teeth. “You gonna kill him to protect your senator?”

“You beat a dog long enough, it goes crazy.” He reasoned.

“What about me, Bill?”

“What about you?” He chuckled slightly in disbelief.

“What happens when there’s two beaten dogs around?” You said lowly, enough venom in your voice to kill. “Держись подальше от меня.” (Stay the hell out of my way.)

“Y/N..” He tried but you ignored him.

The interview was of little interest to you so you were simply a fly on the wall. Two men from Anvil stood near the door and you stayed at the wall behind Karen. The way she went toe to toe with the senator, challenging his assumptions and statements, it was almost enough to remind you of Matt in a courtroom.

The sudden explosion sent you into the end table, your head hitting the edge of the ornate frame of the hanging art on the way. The thick warm liquid leaked quickly from a new split in your eyebrow but you wiped it away with the back of your hand. You coughed roughly as the smoke began to fill the room as you heard the clatter of a canister. You climbed to your feet and hurried to Karen’s side.

She reached blindly and grabbed hold of your sleeve, coughing hard as she laid on her side but you kept her head down as you peered over the arm of the couch. You shifted your position to put your body in front of her while she regained her bearings.

“I need coverage on the stairwells.” You said for your comms line. “Gonna try and lead him down. All eyes up.”

The silencer made you snap your head up. You turned on your knee and put your back to Karen while you quietly rested your hand on your gun. Two of Billy’s men went down and the shooter was quick to come around and find the Senator. At that point, you knew you had to move.

Senator Ori was pleading for his life. He crawled in a panic around to the other side, still screaming for mercy. You grabbed Karen and tried to yank her out of the shooter’s sight but she fought free and put herself in front of Ori.

At that point, you had to get involved. You ran at him quickly and threw your shoulder into him. When he faced you again, you grabbed his gun and twisted his wrist away. You jammed the opposite elbow into his jaw once, twice, three times. You two met eyes for a second and you recognized the face behind the gas mask.

Lewis.

You kicked the inside of Lewis' knee hard, almost hard enough to snap the tendon. He groaned and buckled slightly, enough for you to gain leverage. You released his wrist and put both hands behind his head and slammed your knee upwards to knock him into the wall.

Your first thought was to push him out the window, but the hotel glass wouldn’t break easily. By the time that thought had processed, Lewis was ready to fight back.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and slammed your head into the wall. The impact added more length to the existing gash and you felt the metal of his silencer at the back of your neck. You planted both hands on the wall and pushed off, slamming your head back at the same time. Your head hit the plastic shield hard and you heard a slight crack, which you weren’t completely sure if it was your skull or the mask.

You saw Frank coming over Lewis’ shoulder so you simply smiled, a small laugh leaving you before you stepped out of the way. Frank made hard contact with Lewis just as you moved, but the impact made Lewis’ trigger finger go off. The bullet hit your stomach in the center of your bulletproof. It didn’t pierce your body, but it knocked the air out of you.

You coughed roughly while Frank distracted Lewis and you had to push Karen and Ori to leave the room. Karen hesitated at your side, a panicked hand on your shoulder. You looked up and nodded, giving her one more push, and you saw her pick up one of the discarded handguns on the way. Except she didn’t make it.

Lewis had given himself enough room to get away from Frank, only to grab Karen as a shield. Instinctively you grabbed your gun and lined a shot for his head. He fired back but his gun was empty.

“Отпусти ее, или я покрашу стену твоим мозгом!” You yelled as Frank got to your side, his gun raised alongside yours. (Let her go or I paint the wall with your brains!)

You hesitated when Lewis unzipped his jacket and you saw the bomb strapped to his torso.

“Goddammit.” You muttered and a cold fear ran through your bones. You swallowed it down, forced it to fill the chasm and muffle the explosions in your chest instead. To soak up the blood on your hands.

By then, you had to shut off your comms. Too much chatter in your ear, too many voices in your head.

“It’s a dead man’s switch!” Lewis announced and your determination to kill him was dampened.

Killing him now killed all of you. You, fine. You were even okay with Billy.

But not Frank.

Not Karen.

“Drop it!” Lewis yelled, bringing you back to the present moment.

Karen’s fear was stronger than yours, maybe the only thing keeping you on task. If she wasn’t caught in the crossfire, you’d have killed him by now. But that bitterness settled on your tongue and threatened to choke you. Under the fear, however, was trust. Trust in you and Frank.

You lowered the angle of your gun but refused to drop it. You even moved your finger off the trigger. Following Frank’s lead, you crept forward as Lewis backed out of the room. He dragged Karen with him and you wanted nothing more than to cut his hand off and let him bleed out.

Instead, you kept your head and tucked your gun into your holster. You put your hands up as you entered the hall and Lewis waved the detonator at you both.

“You want her dead?” He challenged and your steps faltered.

Three more Anvil members came from the other end and you took a few quick steps forward, hands still in the air.

“Stand down!” You yelled, hoping they didn’t recognize the desperation in your words. “He’s wired! Hold your fire!”

They hesitated until they saw the switch in Lewis’ hand.

Frank was by your side then and you reached out for his shoulder. You felt his hand tap your leg and you knew he was feeling the same thing you were.

“You’re gonna regret this.” You said sharply as the elevator doors closed, Lewis safely inside with Laren as his hostage.

Almost instantly the Anvil team tried to shoot at you two. You dropped to your knees while Frank took off in the other direction. You pulled your gun and fired at the first one’s knee to drop him. You swiped your leg as the second one got to your position and you slammed the butt of your gun to their temple. Grabbing one of the Anvil member’s knives, you threw it at the back of the last one’s leg to drop them.

You pushed to your feet and ran down the same hall Frank went down, kicking out at the last Anvil’s head to slam him against the wall and knock him out.

You caught up with Frank in one of the stairwells, having to jump a few railings to actually get to his side. You had no idea what floor you two had to stop on. All you could do was run. Jump a few steps to catch up, breathe. Repeat. You two didn’t stop until Dinah’s voice echoed in the stairwell, causing Frank to freeze and you to run into his back.

“Castle, drop the weapon.” She demanded and you groaned.

You turned and went back up a few steps to be closer to her.

“Dinah, please.” You said quickly.

“What the hell are you doing, Y/L/N?” She urged, looking quickly between you and Frank.

“Lewis has our friend and a dead man’s switch. We need to catch up to him.”

“What are you-“

“I will explain everything later. But you have to let this go…”

“No.” Dinah said firmly. “He’s gonna stand up in court and tell the world about Cerberus, Rawlins, everything. We want the same people, Frank.”

“We gotta go, Princess.” Frank urged and took a few steps, though Dinah stopped him with a shot to the railing.

“I know who killed Stein.” You said quickly, her eyes snapping to yours and at the edge of tears. “I’m guessing Homeland has ID’d the other bodies by now. Any patterns?”

“Yeah, one.” She said carefully.

“And who else do we know that fits the pattern?”

She swallowed hard and you were suddenly pushed aside. Frank stood in front of you now and put his forehead against Dinah’s gun in challenge. You watched quietly while her hands shook.

You shook your head slightly and changed her mind for her. She needed Frank alive so you played on that, pulling that need to the forefront of her mind. That was the only way, you told her. As Frank was backing away, a shot came from the stairs above.

You acted quickly and stepped up, firing at the person without seeing them. You wanted to know who it was first so it wasn’t a kill shot. The bullet hit the right side of their chest, should’ve punctured a lung at least. But when you looked and saw Billy looking down at you, unfazed as he likely had a bulletproof to absorb the impact, any sort of feelings for him disappeared immediately.

“Предатель!” You shouted, changing the aim of your gun to his head. (Traitor!)

Dinah stepped in front of you and you hopped down the stairs to get to Frank’s side. You shoved your gun away and used your sleeve to clear some of the blood. Luckily it was a graze, relatively deep but best case scenario with all things considered. Your anger was burning hot through your body and you had to wipe your hands on your pants.

Sam’s blood. Elektra’s blood. Now Frank’s blood.

“Bill?” Frank muttered to himself, looking at you in question.

“Still with me?” You asked quietly. “We gotta…”

“Y/L/N.” Dinah said firmly and you looked at her, seeing she was already looking at you. “Little help?”

You groaned slightly and went up a few steps, pulling your gun again and aiming at Billy.

“FBI.” You called out. “Drop your weapon, now.”

Billy turned his gun on you.

“You shoot at me, and I have every right to kill you.” You warned, though a smirk found its way to your face.

“No need for you to get hurt either, Y/N… Walk away.” Billy said flatly. 

“So you can shoot me when I turn my back?” You laughed. “Or would you rather use your knife? Four times.”

“You killed Stein.” Dinah realized quietly, her grief and anger coming in new waves.

Before anything else could be said, NYPD burst into the stairwell. You ricocheted a shot off the bannister to hit the pipe behind Billy. The bullet caused the pressure to escape as a thick smoke and you grabbed Frank by the wrist and dragged him with you down the stairs.

The betrayal lingered heavily in the air. Frank never thought Billy would turn on him and you didn’t blame him. You hadn’t expected Natasha to turn on you way back when. But the difference was that you saw Billy’s betrayal coming. You wanted to warn Frank but you knew you needed proof. You were biding time until an opportunity to expose him, but you waited too long. But for the time being, you had to put it on Frank’s back burner.

Stopping Lewis had to be the priority.

Karen’s panic was the only thing that was guiding you. That and the idea of running from Billy’s betrayal.

You and Frank made you way into the kitchen, Frank unarmed and you having emptied your clip into the remaining Anvil team members in your way. You ditched the empty gun and held your hands up at your shoulders to prove you had nothing.

“Maybe you and me, we are the same.” Frank tried and your head snapped towards him. “Maybe this is the way it’s supposed to end, right? You, me, a bomb.”

“Frank, what the hell?” You asked quietly and he simply gestured for you to wait.

“When we were with Curtis, you told me to pull the white wire.” Frank continued, a desperation growing in his chest. “You did the right thing, kid. You could do it again.”

Frank kept talking, keeping Lewis’ attention on him. You watched the scene carefully, noticing Karen’s fingers searching the wires. You quickly understood she was trying to find the white one. You gave small jerks for your head to try and direct her hands and she eventually had a firm hold of the white one, just as Frank was talking about women and their bags.

“I bet Ms. Page can tell us exactly what’s in her bag.” You added when you remembered seeing her shove the handgun in there before everything went to hell. “Can’t you?”

“Yup.” She said firmly, understanding exactly what you both were getting at. Her hand slipped into her bag and your muscles tensed, ready to move.

“Do it!” You yelled as you ran forward, moving to Lewis.

He threw Karen into you and you immediately stopped. Her arms came around you in relief while Frank chased Lewis into the walk-in freezer. Your body relaxed for a second before you let her go and went over to Frank’s side.

You watched for a second as Lewis was replacing the pulled wire into the detonator.

“We should go.” You grabbed Frank’s sleeve, unable to look away from Lewis. “C’mon, Frank. Please..”

“Get outta here, Y/N/N. Take Karen with you.” He said firmly.

“Hell no.” You said with the same tone. “I’m not losing you, too.”

“Y/N!”

“No!”

Just before Lewis let go of the switch, Frank pulled you away from the door. You grabbed Karen on the way and made sure your body was in front of hers when the explosion hit. It echoed through your chest as you hit the ground, seemingly bouncing off the linoleum.

You rubbed the spot where your head hit the floor as you rolled to get your hands and knees beneath you. The air was knocked from your lungs and the smell of burnt flesh and smoke filled the room now. Your right eyes was stinging from the blood leaking into it and everything was spinning around you. Bits of shrapnel were scattered through your arm and leg and you could taste blood from where you bit your cheek.

At least everyone was alive.

You and Frank separated after that. You promised you’d meet him at the compound after debrief and he took off with Karen.

You went out a bit after they did, a hand to your bleeding head and swaying on your feet.

[indigostreaking]

could you possibly do a head cannon of the guys getting upset with you jokingly flirting with the others? ;)

Yes absolutely! Thanks for the request, nonnie ☺️

Warnings: language, allusions to sex, and degradation/praise.

Josh:

He watched you from across the room, where he was ‘networking’ flawlessly. Jake returned to your side with a drink in each hand. “Here you are, love,” he said as he passed you a glass. The pet name was innocent, usually, but you decided to take advantage of it this time, in hopes that you could convince Josh to take you home. You reached over and touched Jake’s shoulder, squeezing gently as you smiled.

“I’m gonna pretend to flirt with you, mostly because I’m bored, but also because your other half is watching me like a hawk and—” you began, but Jake finished the thought for you.

“And you know if we rile him up, he won’t be able to get you home fast enough,” he giggled as he spoke, but he stepped closer, already joining in on your fun. You knew it didn’t matter what the two of you said since your boyfriend couldn’t hear you, but Jake was always game to play along, and for that you’d always be grateful. “Watch this,” he added with a smirk, stepping closer, letting your hips touch as he rested his hand on your lower back. He kept his eyes on you, trailing them down the plunging neckline of your dress before tossing back the rest of his drink. Within seconds, Josh had swooped in, separating you from his twin and dragging you towards the door. He pinned you against the wall, kissing your neck as he used his body to hold you in place.

“I know exactly what you’re doing, but you’re mine, aren’t you, baby?” His voice had dropped an octave, and the way his breath warmed your skin when he whispered against your ear had you trembling. You nodded wordlessly, chasing his lips with your own, trying to capture a kiss. He caught your chin with one hand and continued, “My pretty baby…I think I’ll take you right here. Would you like that?” You nodded again and he raised an eyebrow. “Is that why you’ve been misbehaving? You wanted me to fuck you like a slut here at the party didn’t you?” You didn’t even need to respond this time. He smiled wickedly as he opened the door beside you, finding an empty broom closet. Your breath hitched as you both stepped inside and the lock clicked behind you.

Jake:

One night, the guys came over to hang out, and despite all the fun, it felt never ending. Jake, Josh and Danny were all focused on each other and a sudden inspiration to write, and try as you might, you couldn’t peel Jake away. You spied Sam in the kitchen mixing drinks, and a devious plan clouded your mind. “Hey, Sammyyyyy,” you smiled as you leaned your elbows against the island counter across from him.

“Hey there, pretty,” he smiled back. “Do a shot with me,” he held up a freshly poured shot of tequila. You smirked and grabbed the salt, sprinkling some in the dip of your collarbone. Sam’s eyes went wide, but he licked his lips as he stepped forward. You held your hair to the side and craned your neck, allowing him easier access to lick the salt from your skin. He tossed back his shot and chased it with a lime slice. “Your turn,” he grinned, but you could see the pink in his cheeks. You glanced over to Jake, but he didn’t appear to be watching. Time to kick it up a notch maybe? You reached out and took Sam’s left hand, carefully pouring a bit of salt across the length of his index finger. His mouth fell open when you took his finger in your mouth, swirling your tongue to gather all the salt before releasing it and downing your own shot of tequila. You tried not to make a face as you sucked the lime chaser. “Fuck,” he muttered in amazement. You saw him quickly look over to Jake in almost panic, only for a wave of relief to wash over him when he didn’t see him looking. You tried pretending to loudly laugh at Sam’s joke, which keyed him in to your plan. “Oh fuck off, y/n! Just go talk to him..” he grumbled before turning and walking away. Whoops.

You took a deep breath and followed Sam’s suggestion, finally fed up with the game and determined to go get the attention you were craving so desperately. You sauntered over to where Jake sat on the couch, and perched yourself on the armrest beside him. “You done playing your little game, yet? I think you hurt Sammy boy’s feelings,” Jake said smugly as he sat his guitar down and pulled you into his lap instead. You pouted, not wanting to admit he was right. He wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling you flush against his chest. “Oh, kitten, you should know by now that won’t work,” he still sounded condescending, but he had lowered his voice to a whisper, just for you. “If you want daddy’s attention, all you have to do is ask..” he purred against the shell of your ear and you could feel his length hardening beneath you. “Meet me in our bedroom,” he commanded softly as he ghosted his fingers up your thigh. “I’ll fuck you like I’m jealous if that’s what you need, love,” he pushed you to your feet with a smile on his face, and quickly covered his hard on with his guitar. You narrowed your eyes at him and he wiggled his brows in response, cocking his head to the side and wordlessly sending you to your room.

Danny:

You didn’t get jealous often, but seeing all these beautiful girls giggling and hugging him was bothering you more than you’d expected. “You good, mama?” Josh asked, after his turn was over. You scoffed a laugh and shrugged. You overheard Danny complimenting one of the girls over their low cut shirt, and you lost it. The competitive and spiteful side of you took over, and you took this opportunity to scoot closer to Josh, batting your eyelashes at him as you smiled.

“I’m better now,” you purred, and Josh looked puzzled. “Will you walk with me to get drinks? I won’t be able to carry them all,” you asked gingerly, playing into Josh’s love of helping people. He smiled and agreed, walking beside you towards the concession stand. You playfully bumped into his side, causing him to laugh as his hands caught your waist. You turned to see Danny eyeing you both across the expanse of the bowling alley.

When you and Josh returned with a couple of buckets of imported beer and a pitcher of whatever was on draft, you saw that it was your turn. You picked up your ball from the rack, and took a deep breath when you felt a presence behind you. “Y/n,” he placed a hand on either hip as he stepped closer behind you. “Was someone jealous?” You could hear the smile in his voice and you groaned, trying to twist around to see his face. He held firm, draping himself over your shoulders now as he peppered kisses down your jaw and neck. “I saw you flirting with, Josh,” he admitted between kisses, “and I did get jealous for a moment…until I realized what I’d done.” You leaned into his chest, breathing in the scent of him as his curls tickled the back of your neck. “You’re the only girl for me, y/n, and I’ll prove it when we get back home,” you turned to see him smirking down at you, lighting a fire within you. “I mean, after I whoop your ass at bowling,” his smile widened as he backed away, slapping your ass before he jumped back out of your reach.

Sammy:

After shows, Sam typically gravitated to you, and you loved how clingy he got. You were lounging on the couch in the green room waiting on him to shower, but he was taking longer than normal. Danny came back first and plopped down beside you. “Hey, y/n,” he grinned as he leaned forward, combing through his wet curls.

“Let me braid your hair please,” you whined, causing him to laugh. He obliged, turning to face away from you and scooting back to be closer to you. You placed a hand on either of his shoulders, squeezing lightly. “Daniel Wagner, have you been working out?” You feigned surprise as you leaned forward to see his face light up. He giggled and touched your hand resting on his shoulder.

“Only while I’m playing drums,” he shook his head before you started to french braid his damp hair. You heard the door click, and saw Sam walk in out of the corner of your eyes. He sat down in the chair beside you and pulled out his phone. “I can’t tell if these new muscles help or hurt my golf game, though,” he snorted, throwing his head back laughing.

“Oh, I’m sure these help,” you trailed a hand down to his bicep, squeezing gently as you beamed at him. You half expected Sam to chime in or to get annoyed, but you got no reaction. You finished the braid and placed your hand in the middle of Danny’s back to push him out of your lap. “Your turn, Sammy?” You asked expectantly. He wordlessly moved seats and kept scrolling his phone as you began braiding his wet hair.

“I’m gonna go check on the twins, yell if you need anything,” Danny announced before disappearing out the door.

“Did you not see me flirting with Danny?” You asked in a moment of annoyance. He put his phone down and twisted to face you.

“Is that what that was?” His smile widened and he placed a hand on your thigh. You narrowed your eyes at him. “I was just waiting on you to invite him back to our room,” he shrugged and you couldn’t quite tell if he was kidding or not.

“Are you serious or…” you trailed off in confusion, and you were brought back to reality with a soft kiss.

“Anything for you, babe,” he booped your nose and smiled before turning away to let you finish the braid, still confused.

[lost-inthedream]

Donghun from A to Z

Just one more of those nsfw alphabets

Pairing: Lee Donghun x Female reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Once you all are done, you become his sweet baby. He does anything for you, even those you don't know you need. Boy absolutely always reminds you to pee. After he makes sure you are comfortable, he places you on top of him and sweet-talks you until he falls asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On him, it's his hands. His fingers are slender, the back of his hands are veiny... Any person will find them hot!

On you, it's your lips. Sometimes he gets distracted when you are speaking and you can spot it on his face, the way he looks dumb lol. Boy is a sucker for you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Donghun usually comes inside of you, he just can't think of anything sexier. That's why he does everything to get you orgasming before him, so he can cum while you clench around him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You all have lost count of how many times he has fingered you in public, usually under restaurant tables or in movie theaters.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has a lot. Really. And he lets you know it, not in a cocky way. If he is your boyfriend you have the right to know it. Cute

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Classical and flawless missionary. He likes to kiss your mouth and face whenever he feels like it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is pretty serious because lust has him this way. He may chuckle if something goes wrong though.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps it almost bare down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is not overly romantic during the do. Sex feels too urgent to him to be romantic. He wants both of you to feel good and to come, he wants to have you and wants to be yours, which sounds romantic, to be honest. In spite of that, he's not the type to say "I love you" in the middle of sex. You can always ask him to make love though, he will be romantic in this case <3 - even though it sounds cheesy.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Not very often. He prefers having sex. But when he does, it is quite rushed.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Top three:

Taming kink Pet play (he's the owner) Cockwarming (when he wants to make love)

Bonus: Power play (you have to fight to pull his sub side. Read the W entry for more)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Well, Donghun doesn't take the fingering under the table thing further. So I won't say he fucks in public toilets. He prefers going for it comfortably at home: couch or bed.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Especially when his girl is perfectly dolled up but playfully rejects his kisses.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He is possessive so never ever make him jealous on purpose.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Not gonna lie, he prefers receiving. It's the only way he allows himself to become a pillow prince.

anyways he gives pretty good oral. He holds you in place and doesn't stop until you get your relief. Always kisses you after.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual in the beginning, quite fast and rough when he is about to come, he maintains slow and short moves after his climax but is still too needy to pull out.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are welcomed at times when both of you are in the mood. If he wants it but senses that you don't, he prefers to wait for another moment.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is okay with taking risks on being caught but only if you all can lie about the thing you were doing. He will lie forever about having two fingers inside you right in your friend's party. "She moaned because of cramps"

Yet I wouldn't say he is very experimental.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Two rounds are his maximum because he is intense.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't own any. those kitten ears and collar he bought you don't count, right?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases quite a lot so your orgasms hit hard. The thing is: you all gotta build some good tension.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

His moans are low but constant and so sexy, especially the close-mouthed grunts (the way they vibrate in his throat). He looks glorious.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Donghun is not that hard to tame despite supposedly being a brat tamer by nature. You can whisper a scolding in his ear when he tries to slip his hand into your pants in public or you can nonchalantly pull on his hair. You'll get him moaning at your mercy. "What can I do to touch you?"

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He got a beautiful cock, let me tell you. It's straight, veiny, with average length and thickness. Fits well into your mouth and pussy.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

2-3 times a week is fair for him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't take much to doze off but needs to be close to you.

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