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rfsak2 · 1 year ago

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Spitfire

Everyone always thought Daryl was the rough one. DarylxOC

Warnings: canon typical gore and violence.

“I said stay there, jackass.”

“Now, sugartits…” the man grinned- leered- and sauntered forward. “Can I call you sugartits?”

She sighed and stood from her camp chair, pushing a mass of curly, red hair out of her face. “I said: stay there. This is your last warning.”

“What’re you gonna do… all by yourself?” He sucked on his lip.

“Kill you.” She nodded at the younger man behind him. “And pretty boy, if he has anything to say after.”

The older man laughed. “Baby, my brother and I are twice your size and there’s two of us-“

“Merle, stop.” It was the younger one, his crossbow aimed at her head, eyes on her face through the scope.

“Yeah, Merle… wouldn’t want to get in over your head.”

“Really?” He laughed. “The tough chick bullshit is probably what got ya this far, but you gonna need some help if you want to survive.”

“And I bet you’re just the man to render that help…” She smiled, keeping her posture loose and light.

“Yeah, baby, we can take care of you.” Merle rubbed his hands together, stalking closer. “Gotta be tit for tat, though… emphasis on the tit.”

“Merle.” Daryl hadn’t relaxed, still tense, hands on his crossbow.

“Shut up, Daryl.” Merle chucked. “You let me handle this.”

“You ain’t handling nothing, dickhead.” She batted her eyes at him. “I will kill you if you get any closer.”

“With what, darlin’?”

“With my hands.”

He barked out a laugh and stepped forward, within arms reach. “Well, in that case…” He reached out for her and she stepped back and popped him in the face with a quick right hook.

Merle pulled back in shock and gaped at her. Shaking his head as if to clear it, he reached for her again, saying, “That was real cute.”

She caught his arm and slapped him across the face with the back of her forearm.

Merle backed off, holding his hands up. “Alright… you tougher than you look.”

She pulled her knuckle-dusters from her pocket and slipped them on her hand in one fluid motion. She lunged forward and popped him in the cheekbone.

He fell back and she followed him down, landing two more heavy hammer fists before she felt the sharp point of an arrow against her temple.

She lifted her hands. “I warned him.”

“Only reason you don’t got a bolt in your head. Back off.”

She risked a peek at him and stood slowly, Merle spluttering underneath her.

The brother, Daryl, kept an eye on her as he hauled his brother up.

“You bitch!” He spat to the side and wiped at his face. He grinned. “Not gonna lie, that’s kinda sexy.”

Daryl shook his head, muttering something about “dumb assholes”.

“You like getting beaten up on by women?” She laughed in a sharp crack, tension suddenly drained out of space. “I used to know someone who could help you with that.”

“That what you used to do, baby?” Merle licked his split lip. “Turn trick?”

She shook her head, smiling. “I meant a therapist, you fuckin’ tool.”

“You were a therapist?”

She could feel them eyeing her tattooed arms. The implicit judgment irked her. She wasn’t the picture of mental health but that didn’t mean she was dirty or unworthy. “No, I went to a therapist.”

“Why?” It was the younger one this time.

“None of your damn business.” She arched an eyebrow. “Why are you still here anyways?”

“Why leave?” Merle shrugged and sat his ass on a stump near to her fire. He cast a look around at her camp, eyeing her tent and truck.

She chuckled and nabbed a shop rag from her tool kit, wiping his blood off the knuckle dusters and slipping them back in her pocket. “Because I ain’t giving you shit and we both know now that neither of you are gonna take it. So I don’t really know why you’re still here.”

“Could take it while you’re asleep.” Daryl this time, but even he didn’t seem convinced.

She shrugged, nodding vaguely. “You could try, I guess.” She sat in her chair. “Do what you gotta.”

They were collectively silent for a while, Merle sat on the stump wiping at his face with the bottom of his shirt, Daryl pacing, switching from watching her to taking in his surroundings.

He seemed to come to a decision and sat on the ground near his brother. He briefly checked on Merle and turned piercing, pretty blue eyes on her. “Where you from?”

“Johnson City, Texas.” She eyed him. “Why?”

He shrugged. “Just don’t sound like you from ‘round here, ‘sall.”

She made a face, nodding vaguely in agreement. “Fair. Where you two from?”

“Mountain City.”

“Georgia?”

Merle nodded.

She hummed and reached for a pack of cigarettes sitting on a little camp table. She lit a cigarette and, after a beat, tossed it and the lighter to Daryl and Merle.

“What’s your name, baby?”

“Mitzi.”

“Mitzi?”

She nodded.

“What the hell kinda name is that?”

She chuckled. “The one I got.”

“Officer Shane Walsh.” The burly man stuck his hand out and the pret- redheaded woman, who had reluctantly let them stay in her camp, looked unimpressed, arms littered with bold color crossed over her chest. Shane stared the much smaller woman down. She stared right back.

Daryl had to hand it to her, she was small by any standard. A near-foot shorter than the man in front of her and nowhere near as broad. She met Shane’s eyes unflinchingly, posture straight and take-no-shit. She was a tough one.

“Mitzi.” She didn’t take his hand.

Shane seemed to be waiting for something and kind of huffed, setting his hand on his hip. “Mitzi?”

She nodded and was silent for an unreasonably long time.

“You got a last name?”

“You got a warrant?” She huffed right back. Daryl buried a chuckle.

Shane gritted his teeth. “Do I need one?”

“Do you have authority to have one?” She made an exaggerated show of looking around. “Looky there, no judge in sight.”

“Look, I’m not trying to start a fight.” Shane held his hand up. “I’m just-“

“Pissing on territory that’s not yours. Conveniently, it’s not mine either. Set your sh-“ she eyed the kid standing behind him. “Your stuff wherever. I don’t care, but just know that the more of us that are here, the more danger we are in.”

The reminder of the state of things seemed to rattle the small family. The woman behind him took a shaky breath.

Mitzi sighed. “My name is Mitzi Donovan.”

“This is Carl and Lori.”

Daryl noticed that he didn’t include the kid or his mom’s last name. He noticed that she noticed too, one red eyebrow arched almost into her hairline.

“Who are they?” Shane nodded dismissively at them and Daryl sucked on his tongue.

She swiveled to look and caught his eye. She grinned and winked. He huffed and turned away.

“Those are the Dixon brothers.”

“They’re your family?”

“Nope. Feels like I’ve known them forever though.” She turned back to Shane.

“Baby, we can be family anytime you like.” Merle wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

She huffed out a laugh. “Shut up, Merle.”

“Feels like?”

She turned back to Shane. “Maybe it’s the trauma.”

“The trauma?”

“It’s the end of the end of the world.” She motioned vaguely at the sky. “You know? This.”

The lady, taller and leaner than Mitzi, leaned forward, whispering. “How long have you known them?”

“Longer than you.”

Shane huffed. “Can we get a straight answer?”

She frowned. “That is a straight answer. I may not have know them long but I know them better than I know you. I find the insinuation that you are somehow better than them-“

The woman stepped forward. “I didn’t say we were better… just, they seem dangerous.”

“I hate to tell ya this, but we are all dangerous now. Either now or later.” She turned and walked towards where Daryl was sitting. “Gotta be now to prevent being later.”

“What about you?” Shane shouted after her. “Are you dangerous?”

She grinned and looked back at him but Merle spoke over her. “She’s the most dangerous of us all, Officer Friendly.”

Daryl chuckled. “She’s gotta helluva right hook.”

“Shut th’hell up, little brother.”

“That legal?”

“Nope! Made it myself.” She grinned -rather sarcastically- back at Shane and pulled her hunting rifle and a homemade silencer from her gun locker. She screwed it on and passed it over the side wall of the bed of her truck to Daryl, noticing that Shane tried to grab at it.

Daryl whistled lowly. “Nice piece.”

She smiled and nodded. “I machined a lot of that gun. It’s a favorite of mine.”

“You machined it?” Daryl opened the bolt and it closed with a satisfying click.

“Yeah, one of my buddies had the full shebang in his workshop. Taught me how. It was fun.”

“Do you think you can do it again?” Shane nodded at the gun.

She winced. “I’m no expert and none of that machinery is going to be readily available or viable without power. I can definitely maintain any weaponry we have, but making a new gun is a bit out of my scope.”

“What’s that?”

She looked over at the kid, standing next to Shane at her tailgate. She hummed and he pointed at the frankly giant army green gun locker at her feet.

She sighed. “That’s a really big gun.” She wrinkled her nose. “Too big for this-“

“Woo-hee, Lil’ Bit. Where’d you get that?” Merle leaned his forearms against her truck. “That’s Army-issued.”

“Did you steal it?” Shane grunted, sending Carl away.

She tensed. “Get the fuck off my truck, Merle.”

“Did you steal it?”

“I heard you the first time, fuckwit.” She gritted out. “I didn’t steal it. It’s mine.”

“You were in the Army, dollface?” Merle licked his lips.

“I am in the Army. I was heading to Atlanta for a presentation. I’m technically on leave.” She turned away and locked down the gun case and hopped over the side.

Shane set his hands on his hips. “So you’re a deserter then?”

She sighed. “I don’t know, Officer Walsh, are you?”

“What?” He snarled, stalking toward her.

She met him head on, Daryl grabbing at her arm. She shook him off. “I said, ‘Officer Walsh, are you a deserter?’ You left your post, didn’t you? Got Lori and Carl out. Are you a deserter?”

He shrunk back, hands in the air and she felt Daryl’s chest against her arm.

She sighed. “One day, Shane, one day, you are going to meet the business end of my patience. You are going to judge wrongly and I am going to hand you your ass.”

“Is that a threat?”

She had turned away, hand on Daryl’s shoulder, pushing him gently back. She caught Shane’s eyes and held them. “It’s an eventuality, if you don’t watch your fuckin’ mouth and step down off of your high horse.”

“More people.”

She nodded.

“More noise.”

She sighed. “Can’t leave them out there though. They’d never survive, make more dead.”

Daryl nodded. “Still dangerous.”

She focused down at the hunting rifle she was cleaning. “Gonna need more food.”

Daryl made a noise in the back of his throat and she looked up, catching his eyes with her pretty green ones. “Hmm?”

“More food means more hunting.” He granted her a soft smile.

She smiled back. “Silver lining.”

“You two fuck yet?” Merle slurred from where he was slumped in her camp chair. “I’m here waiting my turn and ‘ll.”

“You don’t get a turn, Merle.” She disassembled her rifle, Daryl cussed under his breath. She caught his eyes and winked.

“So y’have fucked, then.”

“If it gets you off, you are welcome to imagine whatever you want.”

He leered. “I do, darlin’, trust and believe.”

Daryl tensed, his jaw tightening visibly. She knocked his elbow and made a face at Merle. “Kinda weird though…”

He didn’t open his eyes, head back on the chair. “Wha?”

“To imagine all that with your brother… just sayin’.”

Merle went red but shrugged, ignoring her. “Girls always liked Daryl more. Never did know why.”

“Maybe some introspection can help you figure it out.” She grinned at Daryl, who was still glaring at Merle. “Gotta be a reason.”

Merle peeked at her from under the hand he held over his eyes. “What reason’s that?”

“Don’t know.” She grinned. “That’s why I said to do some introspection.”

He grunted. “Introspection is for pussies.”

She laughed. “I think you just stumbled into one of probably many reasons why girls liked Daryl more.”

“Fuck you.” The statement lacked heat though, his head still dropped back against the chair.

She made a little moue and cooed. “You wish.”

“You’re Mitzi, right?”

She jumped and turned to the burly man approaching them, her shoulder brushing Daryl’s chest. “Yeah?”

“I was told to come get a gun from you.” The man crossed his arms, cocky and impatient. Mitzi bristled, hackles rising.

“Told by who?”

“The cop.”

She sucked on her teeth. “Then you go ask Shane for a gun. I ain’t putting a weapon in the hand of someone I don’t know.”

The man grunted and leaned into her space. “Go get me a gun.”

She shoved to her feet and pressed back into his space. The man backed up, almost as if he hadn’t been expecting her to meet him head-on. “I said ‘no’.”

“Shane said ‘yes.’”

“Shane ain’t my dad or my boss.” She made a dismissive motion. “Now git. Go ask Shane for a gun if you want one.”

He ignored her, turning to Merle. “This your bitch? You should fuckin’ muzzle her before I do.”

“Excuse me?” She stepped forward, stilling when Daryl grabbed for her arm.

“She ain’t mine and take it from someone with first-hand experience,” Merle whistled, “that is not the tree to climb. She is gonna hand you your entire ass.” He cackled. “Right after she rips you a new asshole.”

The man turned to Daryl, who was trying to shimmy Mitzi behind him. Daryl kept his hand on Mitzi’s hip and nodded at the man. “You need t’back off.”

“You’re protecting this mouthy bitch?” The man spat to the side. “She must have beer-flavored nipples.”

“Daryl, move.”

Daryl glanced down at her and the over at where Shane and a woman he had never seen before were booking it up the small incline towards what had been dubbed the Redneck Camp.

Daryl had significantly better hearing than they gave him credit for.

“No.”

“Daryl.”

“Shane’s on his way up here. You gonna start something loud.”

Her eyes snapped from staring down the man to his eyes. After a beat, she nodded and he felt her hand twisting in the fabric of his shirt in the small of his back.

“Finally someone with some balls.” The man smiled. “You oughta keep this bitch on a leash.”

Daryl chuckled. “You oughta know when to shut the hell up.” He stepped aside.

Mitzi shot from behind him like out of a gun. In the space of thirty seconds, she had popped him twice in the face and had him on the ground, her boot on his neck.

“Ed!”

“Donovan! Back off!”

“I’ll back off when I’m done with him.”

Daryl pushed Shane back. “Y’should stay back. He deserves this.”

Mitzi spat to the side. “I may be smaller than you, Ed. But make no mistake, you are boxing outside of your weight class. You ever speak to me, or about me, like that again, I will split your head open. Do you understand me?”

“F-Fuck-“

She put more pressure on his throat. “No more talking. Nod to show we’re clear.”

He nodded and she stepped off of him and turned on Shane. “Now you.”

Shame nodded aggressively. “Yeah? What you want?”

She made towards him but Daryl caught her around the waist and pulled her against his chest.

“I do not answer to you.” She stepped free of Daryl, who kept a hand on her shoulder. “Do not send people to me -especially people like this dogshit lump of humanity- like I’m some fuckin’ armory.”

“People need to be armed.” Shane tried to press forward but Lori grabbed his arm.

“I will not put a gun in the hand of someone I don’t know. That’s fuckin’ stupid. That’s how people die.” She spat out. “We don't need hall-cocked assholes getting drunk and popping off shots for fun. That’ll bring them.”

“He’s not drunk.”

“He was last night.” She laughed. “You miss that, Officer Walsh? You can smell it on him.” Shane colored. “And let’s not play games with each other. We both know that’s not what this is about.”

“What’s it about then?”

“You bein’ the boss. You callin’ the shots.” She huffed, gesticulating sarcastically. “You want that? Feel free to it. I ain’t no one’s boss, but you sure ain’t commanding me no ways. And as long as you remember that, it’ll be okay.”

Shane snarled, pushing closer, near nose-to-nose with her. “And if I don't?”

“You will.”

“Are you threatening me again?”

“Does it sound like I’m threatening you?”

Lori whisper-screamed his name and Daryl squeezed Mitzi’s shoulder. She looked at Daryl, ground her teeth and turned away, stalking toward her hunting rifle. She picked it up and reassembled it with quick, precise movements.

She paused and turned, Daryl could hear the collective intake of breath.

“Dixon! We goin’ huntin’ or nah?”

Daryl shook his head. “Yeah, Spitfire. We huntin’. Lemme grab my bow.”

“Hurry. I wanna shoot somethin’.” She flipped Shane the bird and stalked into the woods.

“She wasn’t gonna shoot ya.” Daryl nodded over at Shane, who was fuming. “You gotta learn not to fuck w’her, though. She ain’t playin’ w’you.”

“What’d y’do? Before all’a this.”

She shot him a look, lighting a cigarette, before passing the pack back. She blew out the first drag and waved it away. “You know what I did. I’m in the Army… or was, I guess.”

“Yeah, but what’d you do?”

“Like as a job?” She quieted, sucking on her cigarette.

“You don’t gotta tell me.” He shrugged, frowning around his cigarette. “If’s too personal.”

She shook her head. “That’s not it at all. People always reacted a certain way when I told ‘em.”

“Think I’m gonna judge ya?”

She made a face. “Ya might…”

“Nah..,” He snickered. “You know what Merle and I did?” She shrugged. “Nothing. Not a damn thing. Just drifted.”

“That doesn’t sound half bad. Sounds like freedom.” She smiled at him. “I was…I am a sniper. Prior to three months ago, I was an active spec ops sniper. Army Ranger- Captain Mildred Donovan - Long Range Weaponry.”

He hummed. “Mildred?”

She shoved his shoulder. “My grandmother’s name. Now you know why I go by Mitzi.”

He nodded. “You said that you were coming down to Atlanta for a presentation.”

She nodded. “I transitioned out of the field, became an instructor. Before all this went down, the Army wanted to show off the ‘first female spec ops operator’ and ‘one of our best guns’. They had this big shindig planned, with a record-breaking shot… the whole nine.” She winced. “I came up early for a week of leave. Saw the bombs from where I was hiking.”

Daryl shifted down against the log behind them so their shoulders were tight to each other’s. “Why’d they pick you?”

She grinned. “Ouch.”

He rolled his eyes. “Y’know what I mean. Y’like a legacy or something?”

She frowned. “A legacy?”

“Daddy was a sniper, Granddaddy was a sniper.”

“Oh no.” She shook her head. “My dad was a mechanic, my grandfather, an asshole. I was scouted, I guess you can say.” She looked down at her rifle. “I won gold in all ISSF World Cup 300m events five years running. I was going to the Olympics when…” she winced comically. “I got in a fight.”

Daryl repressed a smile to the best of his ability. “��magine that.”

“I know.” She nodded sagely. “Very difficult to imagine.”

He rasped out a chuckle. “Damn near impossible.”

She shoved his arm. “Prick.”

“What happened with the fight?”

“I beat the shit out of my dad.” She huffed. “That’s… another story though. One I’d rather not get into.”

Daryl sucked on his cigarette. “Why did y’become an instructor? Why not stay in t’field?”

She sighed. “I tried to eat my gun. Uncle Sam thought I might have had enough. Couldn’t retire me completely, though, I’m one of the top-ranked snipers in the military and the first female in spec ops.. would’ve been bad optics, or so I was told. They covered it up and found a clever solution. Improvise, Adapt and Overcome...”

That hung heavy in the air.

“Glad you didn’t. Glad you were on leave.”

She smiled. “Me too. And thanks for not asking how many people I’ve killed.”

Daryl nodded and they finished their cigarettes in silence.

Part 2

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penwieldingdreamer · 2 years ago

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Forgive me, friend

I kept the reader as vague as possible. While writing I imagined a plus size! female! reader but you can think up whatever you want.

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Happy reading! Let me know what you think.

Daniel never thought he'd miss someone like he does Y/N, but with the help of his fellow driver George Russell he finally gets his ass into gear and talks to her.

previous part

Warnings: smut under the cut, minors DNI, 18+, proceed at your own caution, fluff, some angst if you squint

Words: 2153

"Shit, that's it." His deep moans seemed to vibrate in the room as he entered them slowly, the slick tunnel gripping his cock tightly. He felt them shudder underneath him, a pleasured cry leaving their lips as he sheeted himself to the hilt.

The breeze coming in through the window cooling their hot skin, goose flesh raising all over their bodies. He leaned forward, his lips leaving wet, open mouthed kisses along their spine and his stubble tiny scratches in their wake.

"Fuck, you were made for me, baby. Just right." His hands gripped their waist, fingers digging into the flesh as he pulled them back towards him, his dick dragging along the warm, wet walls of their pussy, earning another moan at the sensation, their skin slapping together at the rhythmic pounding. He tried to make out their face but it was too dark to see, not even a silhouette was giving away who they were.

"Oh, yes!" They cried, a hand reaching back to hold onto his ass as his thrusts sped up, chasing that high. One arm around their shoulders brought them up to lean their back against his chest, slick with sweat.

"I fuckin' love you, baby. Don't ever leave me, ya?"

The words had been only a whispered breath against his lover's neck, not sure they had understood what he said while their brain was trying to function with all the pleasure he was giving and pulling from them. His fingers reached down towards their breast, holding the fleshy globe in his hand, the other moving between their legs, playing with that bundle of pleasure. He had missed that feeling, the heaviness of the mound he came to love that one summer.

"Danny," they whined, the fingers gripping his ass leaving their own marks before they moved up to join his larger hand, holding onto it tightly with the edge coming nearer and nearer. "Please, Danny."

He was about to grant their wish, throwing them both off the cliff with one last, hard thrust but the beeping sound of his phone pulled him out of the fantasy.

Bleary eyed Daniel reached for the offending gadget, a groan leaving his lips as he sunk back into the pillows. Finally making out George's name on screen, the Aussie answered, his voice hoarse and out of breaths.

"Finally, did I interrupt something on your end?" The Williams driver inquiried and he could already hear the broad smile through the phone without seeing it.

"What you want, Russ? It's too early." Danny rubbed along his stubbled cheek, thinking back to that dream that was more realistic than he wanted to admit.

Sighing from the other end of the line pulled him out of his thoughts, feeling the semi-hard on press into his thigh from the dream he had about you. Definitely not a good sign when he should be focused on the next race. "Let's get breakfast Danny Ric, we got to talk."

"Oh, sounds like you're breaking up with me, George." Daniel chuckled, sitting up on his bed, knowing the Brit wasn't going to leave him alone until they had the talk.

"Shut up Ric and get ready."

"Right, I'll meet you downstairs." He was about to hang up when he heard a pounding on his hotel room door. "What the…were you outside all the time?"

The Williams driver hung up on his fellow F1 mate, giving the door one last pound. "Get into gear, Danny Ric, we gotta talk, mate."

Shaking his head, the Australian grabbed his sweats, pulling them over the black boxers he wore thanking whomever that he wouldn't have to explain even more to George than he already had to. He pulled on his merch sweater while pushing his feet into his Vans and trudged to the door. Upon opening it he was greeted by George with a knowing smirk.

"Everything good in there?" The younger driver asked, his voice slightly muffled by the mandatory mask they had to wear since the pandemic hit. "Sounded like you had company or just getting down and dirty with your lonesome."

Shaking his head, Daniel pushed his friend and fellow driver over. "Shut up, mate, I was alone. It's just"

"When are you going to talk to her? I forwarded the messages she sent when you had that crash in Austria."

"I know, I read them." You had been sorry for George that he wasn't able to finish the race but also worried about Danny after that crash, instantly shooting off one message after the other wanting to know if the Williams driver had heard anything. He was surprised that you had been this worried, but happy all the same that maybe there was some kind of chance Daniel would get with you again.

"When did the honey badger get scared? This is not like you, Dan."

They entered the breakfast room, most of the other drivers already enjoying their morning meal. The younger ones joking around, drivers like Kimmi Räikkönen, Sebastian Vettel and Fernando Alonso talking about their lives outside the F1 circus.

"I'm not scared." Daniel insisted, plopping down in his seat.

Raising his brow, George sat down across from his friend and fellow driver. "Then why the hell aren't you answering…and don't tell me you don't have the time, I saw Michael on the way to your room. He said you were mopey, are you having doubts? Is it because of Heidi, I heard a rumor about you?"

"No, it's not Heidi. I'm not even encouraging it, so no. We're non-sexual friends at best, I've known her since I started at Red Bull with her dad since he was a former CEO there." Scratching along his Ching, the Aussie looked around at his fellow race mates. Most of their partners were there with them, even family but besides Y/N back in Australia he didn't have a serious partnership, maybe even relationship since his last girlfriend. "I just…what if she's just asking because you're friends now. Maybe Y/N doesn't even want to know but it's a nice thing to do?"

"So, you fear rejection? That it?"

Sighing, Daniel shook his head No before he thought better and nodded Yes. "Honestly, the way we were back in Australia it was…magic." He chuckled, thinking about the time they had spent at the beach or at her rented apartment when he got more food education than he bargained for. "I want that again, but I might fuck it up again."

"You won't know until you try." George shrugged and left the table to grab some breakfast from the buffet while his friend contemplated the conversation they had just now.

The Renault driver later found himself back at his drivers room after FP1, his phone in hand and staring out of the window. Michael had already left him for the afternoon, so they'd could get a break before the next practice session.

Taking a deep breath he went to his messages, looking for Y/N's number. He started the call, listening to the annoying dial tone before her voice sounded on the other side.

"Hey, it's Y/N."

He was ready to respond when he realized it was only her mailbox greeting. Chuckling to himself, Daniel waited for the beep before he took a deep breath and started the long monologue he thought up for the last twenty minutes.

"Uh, hey Y/N, it's Danny, Danny Ric. I was…I guess, I was only calling to apologize for how it ended last year. Uhm, I hope you're doing good and I just, I guess that I miss you. Miss talking to you and the fun we had together. Remember that time at the beach? You protested like crazy when I told you we'd go swimming. In the end you were the one dunking me all the time when I said we needed to get out of the water, wanting to play some more. Never thought I'd say that, but I think back then I was slowly"

"Danny? Hey, Danny?" Her voice, breathless and desperate as she called out to him.

"Y/N?"

He could hear her breathe out a soft sigh. "Oh Danny, it's so good to hear your voice. I thought you hated me after the last time we met."

"I couldn't hate you even if I tried." Daniel could already picture her own smile, the same one she gave him as they were sitting at the beach in Perth, watching the sky for shooting stars.

"Can we, with that fucking pandemic, do you think it's possible to meet up? I want to talk and clear everything up that needs to be aired."

"How does Silverstone sound? We're already there but there's an anniversary race so maybe if you're able to come we could spend it together." He suggested that race not just because it was the next one but because he felt giddy inside, not wanting to wait anymore when he was able to talk to her now.

Daniel could hear some rustling on the other end, a few choice words before finally he was answered with a small whoop. "I'll be there. I don't care what's going on right now, I'll come to the race."

"I'm definitely looking forward to it."

"Same Danny, same."

Nearly a week later found him back at the track, this time his broad smile reached his eyes again. Even though he missed the podium by one place in the British Grand Prix last Sunday, Daniel was feeling giddy again, his body pumping with energy.

Y/N was already at the track, George had told him as much and he had seen her walking along the paddock with a female on the team's PR team, looking just as gorgeous as she had when he first saw her in Perth. She was again a guest of Williams, supporting his friend but also there to support him. The Aussie grabbed his phone, opening his messenger app.

A grin spread over his face as he saw the picture the Williams driver sent him. He knew they were only friends and Russell was happy with his Carmen, but Daniel couldn’t help himself imagining what Y/N would look like dressed in his merch or the team’s clothes.

What do you say about lunch with me? We could get something from the food trucks in the paddock.

Are you even allowed to eat greasy food on a race weekend? Her reply was just as snarky as usual. They had talked about the unfortunate ending of their summer the year earlier. Daniel had explained how he crashed his phone while riding his dirt bike with his friend Scotty and couldn’t fix it. Y/N apologized for how she acted when she saw him again and told him about her insecurities rearing its head when she didn’t hear from him.

Daniel changed into casual clothes, having a few more hours before the next free practice session when he heard the familiar Ping of his messenger app. She was waiting for him just at the end of the paddock, at the Italian food truck. He smiled, grabbing his cap, mask and wallet and left his trailer.

He made his way through the busy paddock, talking to fans, taking selfies and sometimes having to stop for an interview. But nothing was dampening his happy mood and everyone could see it. When Daniel finally reached the food truck, he saw her standing there, her mask over her mouth and nose but he could have made out her smile a mile away. Moving closer, Aussie laid his arm over her shoulder in a friendly gesture, his eyes shining with mirth.

“Fancy meeting you here Miss Y/N.”

Chuckling, she turned to him, lightly hitting his chest with the back of her hand. “The pleasure’s mine, Mister Hot Shot Driver.”

“Why thank you, Y/N, glad you’re stroking my ego. It took a bit of a hit.” The Renault driver smirked, smacking a wet kiss on her cheek. “I’m glad you’re here, though. And that you’ve forgiven me for being an idiot.”

Looking up at him, she put her arm around his waist. “We talked it out and George helped, too. He made me come here, so you should thank him, too.”

“Ha, he’ll never let me hear the end of it.” They laughed together, knowing that it was no joke. The Williams driver would definitely keep Daniel on his toes. And yet he thought back to the conversation they had the week before over breakfast, he didn’t even need to use his mating call - as George had called it - to get back in Y/N’s good graces. They had indeed talked it out and would be friends, seeing where it was going to end. Maybe one day soon he’d get a repeat of Australia the summer before, Daniel would definitely not say No to that.

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musette22 · 3 years ago

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For the mashup game: 48 and 56, Stucky?

Oh hello baby boo, fancy seeing you here 😘 Fake Dating & Awful First Meeting, huh? How about a little Shrunkyclunks for you? I know this wasn’t supposed to be a ficlet lmao but it grew dialogue, so have this meet ugly:

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Steve is on his way back from the Avengers tower to his Brooklyn apartment when he hears it. Even over the roaring of his motorcycle, his super hearing still picks up on the sound of crying, coming from somewhere inside one of the alleyways he passes.

Steve slams the brakes.

Hastily parking the bike on sidewalk, he rushes into the alley, which seems to be behind some night club he’s has vaguely heard of but (obviously) never been to.

There’s a kid, sitting on the ground. He's got his back against the brick wall and he's crying into his arms, resting on his drawn up knees.

"Hey, are you okay?" Steve asks, taking a tentative step closer.

The kid's head shoots up. He looks at Steve with big, tearful eyes, and oh- he's beautiful. And this is definitely not the time or place to be thinking that.

The kid's lower lip wobbles. "No,” he says, “I’m not. I was having a great night out before I ran into my goddamn ex and his new boyfriend, and I’m kinda drunk and I think someone prolly spiked my drink because now I’m hallucinating Captain America." He hiccups a sob. "And I think I'm gonna throw up." Promptly, he scrabbles to his feet and turns away from Steve to vomit against the side of a nearby dumpster.

Steve winces. Poor kid. Shrugging off his backpack, he rummages around inside for a bottle of water and a pack of tissues.

"Here," he says, slowly approaching the kid so as not to spook him, holding the bottle and a tissue out to him.

“This is a fucking weird thing to hallucinate,” the kid mumbles, wiping his mouth and then screwing the cap off the bottle to take a few big gulps of water.

Up close, Steve notices that the kid isn’t really a kid – he must be mid-twenties, at the very least; only a little younger than Steve's biological age.

“You’re not hallucinating,” Steve tells him apologetically, taking his Avengers badge out of his pocket and holding it up in front of him.

The guy steps closer, swaying on his feet a little as he peers at it. "Aw, fuck,” he says finally. “I swore in front of Captain America.” He cringes, slapping his forehead. “Oh crap, now I just did it again. Fuck.”

Steve laughs, more charmed than he probably should be. "Hey, who gives a shit," he says, winking at the guy. "You're having a hell of a night by the sound of it, I think you're allowed to swear a little."

When the guy continues to stare at him like he's grown another head, Steve holds out his hand. "I'm Steve," he says.

"Bucky," the guy mumbles, sounding a little dazed as he takes Steve's hand and shakes it. "Nice to meet ya." He huffs a laugh. “Gotta tell you, this is now how I imagined meeting you.”

“You imagined meeting me?” Steve asks, surprised, and then watches Bucky turn a fetching shade of crimson.

“…No,” Bucky mutters, not looking at Steve.

“Alright,” Steve chuckles. He coughs, touching the back of his neck. “So, how are you feeling? Any better?”

“A little,” Bucky nods. “The water helped.”

“Good, good. That’s good. Can I give you a lift anywhere? I’ve got my bike, but there’s a spare helmet in the back.”

Bucky sighs, hanging his head. “Thanks, but I gotta get back in there. If I don’t go back, Dave’s gonna think I’m crying about him in an alleyway or somethin’. Which I was, but he doesn’t need to know that. God, I’m pathetic.”

“Hey,” Steve frowns. “You’re not pathetic. It’s hard, seeing people you once cared about move on.”

“It is,” Bucky sniffles, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand before adding, suddenly fierce, “But not because I still care about him. Dave’s a dick.” He winces. “I mean- a penis.”

Steve stares at him, letting the awkward silence go on.

“That wasn’t better, was it?”

Slowly, Steve shakes his head. “Not really, no.”

“Sorry,” Bucky grimaces. “I’m a little drunk.”

“Yeah, you mentioned that.” Steve laughs silently. “It’s fine. I’m sorry your ex was a penis.”

Bucky barks out a startled laugh. “Yeah,” he sighs, “yeah, me too. Ugh, you know what he said to me just now? He said, ‘Oh hey, James, you here on your own tonight? That figures.’” Bucky groans. “Of course, I told him I wasn’t alone, and that my new boyfriend was in the bathroom waiting for me.”

“Ah. I’m guessing that wasn’t true?”

“No,” Bucky whines. “I don’t have a new boyfriend because I’m a fuckin’ loser.”

“Hey, now,” Steve says, putting on his most authoritative voice. “I’m going to need you to stop talking about yourself like that, or I will be very disappointed. And you don’t want to disappoint Captain America, now do you?”

At that, Bucky’s pretty blue eyes go wide. “No, sir,” he breathes. “Sorry, sir.”

“No, please,” Steve sputters. “None of that. Just call me Steve. Steve is fine.”

“He sure is,” Bucky agrees.

Not really knowing how to respond to that, Steve puts his hands on his hips and clears his throat. “So, how are we going to fix this?”

“We?”

“Well, yeah,” Steve shrugs. “I’m involved now. When I see a situation pointed south, I can’t ignore it.”

“Right,” Bucky says distractedly as his eyes drift south, lingering for a moment on Steve’s nether regions.

Steve shifts, trying not to blush. “I could, uh,” he starts. “I could come inside with you, if you like?”

Bucky blinks owlishly. “To… to beat up Dave?”

“Um,” Steve says. “I try not to beat up civilians, usually. I guess I meant something more like… I could pretend to be your new boyfriend? If you want?”

“What?”

“Or not,” Steve says quickly, feeling his cheeks heat up. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—but I just thought, maybe-”

“You’d do that?” Bucky interrupts.

“Sure. It’d be my pleasure, if that would help you out.”

“Are you kidding me?” Bucky asks gleefully. “That would be amazing. Imagine Dave’s face if I turn up on your arm? He’s gonna die.”

“Serves him right,” Steve nods firmly, crossing his arms over his chest.

Bucky stares at said arms for a long moment, before taking a deep breath. He rubs his face and runs a hand through his hair, messing it up in an artful way. “Alright,” he says, turning to Steve. “How do I look?”

“Very handsome,” Steve answers truthfully. “I’m honored to get to be your pretend boyfriend tonight.”

Bucky bites his lip. “Such a gentleman,” he smiles, blushing prettily. “Thanks for doing this, Steve.”

Steve waves a hand. “It’s no big deal.”

“Still,” Bucky insists, “I owe you one.”

“Maybe… maybe you could let me take you out to dinner sometime, and we can call it even?”

Slowly, Bucky’s smile grows. “Deal,” he replies, stepping forward and taking Steve’s arm. “You ready, boyfriend?”

Steve nods. “Let’s knock ‘im dead.” He makes a face. “Metaphorically speaking, I mean.”

When Bucky laughs, loudly and happily, Steve’s heart skips a beat.

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sillyrabbit81 · 3 years ago

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Mistletoe

Summary: Sy wants to start a new tradition

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 650

Warnings: mostly fluff, implied smut, Dad!Sy, Husband!Sy, implied breeding kink, reader is pregnant

Authors Note: This is for @winter2112rose 12 + 1 Days of Christmas Challenge. Thanks for letting me participate. 🙏

This series will be a set of short (approx. 500 word) drabbles. They will be mostly set in Australia and consist of vignettes of your and Sy’s Christmas’s together. The reader is Australian, but I am still aiming to be as inclusive of race, and size as possible.

Thanks to @amberangel112 @henryobsessed for beta reading and@littlefreya for encouraging my use of Aussie slang. Edited by me, there will be errors.

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Mistletoe

You climb the stairs carefully and waddle down the hallway, heading to your bedroom for a little nanna nap. Sy is watching the girls and at six months pregnant you’re really begin to feel like this one was probably going to be the last. This pregnancy feels so much harder than the last two, and you’re already starting to think of ways to suggest to Sy that he gets the snip.

“You boys are always trouble,” you say giving your belly a rub. Little Mitchell is asleep right now. Of course he is, the little bugger likes to sleep all day and stay up all night, keeping you awake until all hours.

At the doorway of your bedroom something catches your eye.

A strange bundle of branches with thin leaves and a few white berries hang above the door. For a moment you thought you were having a horror movie moment, like someone was planning on cursing your pregnancy and you giggle. You have to stop watching scary movies while pregnant, your brain is muddled enough.

Looking closer, you see that the bundle isn’t real, the twigs, leaves and berries are plastic and fake. That confuses you even more, why would he do that? You have no doubts Sy did it. The kids can’t reach that high for a start. You reach your arm up to try and take them down, but they’re out of reach.

“Noah!” You call.

“Yeah, Baby?” you hear his faint reply.

“Come here wouldja?”

You hear him climbing the stairs. “You alright, Sugar?”

“Yeah, what’s this?” you say pointing.

“Shit Baby, don’t move.”

You panic, whipping your head around to see Sy at the top of the stairs, his eyes wide. You don’t dare move a muscle, when Sy told you to do something in that voice, you best do it quickly. He rarely sounds scared, but he does right now.

Slowly he stalks over to you, his eyes moving from you to just above the door. There must be a spider you think, and your blood runs cold. You want to scream, to run, rip off every piece of clothing, grab the kids, light a match, and burn the fucking house down. You keep your eyes on Sy, he’s the only one who can save you now.

He comes closer and closer holding an arm out to you as if you’re a skittish pony about to bolt. His eyes stay on you now, and as he draws nearer, you see a glint of mischief in his eye.

“Sy,” you whimper, confused by his seemingly contradictory expression.

“Shh,” he says, pressing a finger to his lips. “I’ve gotcha, Baby. I’ve…” Then he pounces with a playful roar, gathering you in his arms and pressing you against the wall. His lips are on yours, moving teasingly, his tongue lapping at your lips until you let him in. You melt into his kiss, you can’t help it and a throbbing need works its way deep into your gut.

“Mistletoe,” he mutters into your mouth. “I know ya don’t do that here, but I kinda miss it.”

You slap at his shoulder, trying to be annoyed with him, but your lips pull into a smile. “Bloody cheeky cunt,” you laugh. “You didn’t have to scare me half to death while you’re at it. Do you want me to go into labour early?”

Sy chuckles and places a hand on your belly, kissing you softly. “No Baby, ya know I like ya all fat ‘n round ‘n waddling everywhere.” He pulls away. “I gotta get back to the girls, but we’ll finish this later.” His eyes drop to your belly, and he gives it a rub before kissing your neck. “So fuckin’ hot. You’re gettin’ the full treatment tonight.”

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its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons · 4 years ago

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virgin killer satan virgin killer satan VIRGIN KILLER SATAN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

i hear you loud and clear my love 😏

warnings: smut, virgin!reader, daddy kink, the pet names 'kitten' and 'kitty' used constantly, female!reader

"You're a virgin?"

The question is inevitable and it has been asked on more than one occasion, but you suppress a cringe and nod, looking away with flushed cheeks.

"I... I hope you're okay with that."

"It's not a problem at all kitten." He assured you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you on top of him so he was sandwiched between you and the sofa, "My only question is whether or not you'd like to lose it to me."

You bit your lip, hiding your rosy cheeks in his shoulder.

"No need to be shy kitty. Take all the time you need to decide."

You sit up, making sure your clothed heat was pressed snugly against the slight bulge in his slacks and grind down, meeting his emerald gaze as confidently as you could.

His hands snapped to your hips, controlling your pace against his hips, lashes fluttering as he stared up at you hungrily.

Before you could register what was going on, the Avatar of Wrath had flipped you so you were caged beneath him on the sofa, but the steady grind of your hips against his own continued.

Satan leaned down to kiss you like he had so many times before, but these kisses were more desperate, more famished, and so full of need he could see it nearly overflowing out of your sensitive little frame.

"Someone's rather needy, wouldn't you say?" He laughed softly, pulling away from you so he could grind against your ever-dampening cunt with a bit more precision, "So sensitive too... You're such a cute, innocent little kitty. I can't wait to ruin you."

You whimper as the blonde helps you out of your uniform, tossing the blazer, shirt, and pleated skirt to the side so he could visually devour your sweet curves and edges before they were defiled forever by him and him only.

"You're so pretty," He murmured between kisses, hands beginning to explore your body, squeezing and caressing you until one hand gripped your throat; angling your face up to meet his own and the other holding one of your wrists down and away from his clothed cock, now painfully hard and throbbing, impatiently straining against its confines and hoping to be freed.

"Yeah," You huffed, free hand tugging at his clothes, "You're pretty too so take your fucking clothes off to, ya prick."

Satan pressed his bulge harshly against the bit of fabric concealing your drenched slit and you whined, bucking your hips against him; clit aching with need.

"Don't speak to be like that kitty, or I promise you'll regret it." He warned, squeezing your throat a bit.

You giggled, sighing contentedly as Satan began to undress until he was nude except for the gray boxers concealing his length from your hungry gaze.

"Gotta prep you first," he smirked, tugging off the lacy panties you and Asmo had purchased a few weeks ago, "I want you to be as comfortable as possible, okay kitty?"

You nod, suddenly a bit shy as his nimble fingers traced down your heaving chest and tummy before sneaking between your thighs and rubbing at your sopping folds.

"So wet kitty, I wonder how this happened? Are... Are you excited? Aww, is my precious girl ready to be stuffed with her daddy's cock? Be honest, kitty."

You blushed fiercely as Satan leaned down, still smirking, but softer this time.

Two of his fingers slowly entered you and you had to suppress a gasp.

No doubt you had tried to finger yourself before, but your tiny hands were no match for the sheer depth and width of the ones gently pumping inside your cunt.

You gripped his arm, aroused whimpers pushing past your lips as he began to increase the pace; eyes concentrated on your face, gauging your reactions and doing his best to draw moans from your throat.

"Tell me sweet girl, have you even cum before? Can your little human hands make you feel good like mine do?"

You were panting now, eyebrows knit together as you felt something inside you, something you had never been able to do by yourself, and it was approaching rapidly.

"N-No! No no... Oh, d-daddy, f-feels good!"

You arch your back and try to buck your hips away from the hands working your sloppy cunt, but Satan's strength keeps you from wriggling away.

You stutter over your moans, gripping his arms and twitching as a wonderful feeling, like fireworks, came over you, so euphoric and warm, you began to cry.

Not a lot, but just enough of a sob and a sniffle for Satan to worry.

"Too much? Oh kitty, don't cry... Tell me what's wrong." He hummed, thumbing away the tears from your leaking eyes.

"That... That's felt really nice!" You giggle through your tears, "I d-don't know why I'm crying Satan, but I liked that."

Your pretty smile was contagious...

"I'm glad it felt good," He nuzzled his nose against your own, carding his hand through your hair, "Do you want me to do that again, or do you want to keep going? It's up to you."

You adjusted your trembling legs beneath him and pulled him down for a kiss, before saying, "I'd like to continue and I think you'd like to as well."

Satan smiled, "If you aren't 100% sure about this, we won't go any further. I don't care how hard I am kitty, I don't want to if you're not ready."

"I am ready. I trust you Satan and nothing would make me happier than being able to do this with you."

You pushed some of the straw-colored locks back from where they hung in his eyes and pulled him down for another kiss while Satan tugged his boxers off.

Something prodded your silky folds, causing a whimper to slip from your throat.

"This is okay? You're sure?"

You take a deep breath and consent with a "yes."

Satan intertwines his fingers with your own, simultaneously lining himself up with your entrance. He spat on the widest part of his cock, using a mixture of that and your slick to lubricate his length before pressing his hips forward as slowly and gently as possible.

You squeeze his hand and he pauses, eyes flitting to yours for a moment to check for any signs of regret or fear; he found fear, but no regret.

Satan wasn't small so you had a reason to be nervous.

He pressed a bit more and his head was fully enveloped in your tight hole. Exhaling, he continued to push; rolling your clit around with his thumb to take your mind off the intrusion and kissing you deeply to comfort you and swallow your whines.

As the widest part of his cock began to slip into your pussy, the pain you were already feeling worsened and you gripped his hand tightly, squeezing your eyes shut.

"You're such a good girl for me," Satan comforted, pulling out a bit to relieve you before pushing his hips in more, "You're halfway there kitty, I'm so proud."

"Half... only half?" You huff, "Feels s-so full Daddy, I don't think my pussy's big enough..."

"Oh, it'll fit. You just have to learn how to take a cock like mine. I believe in my kitty, you're so close."

Satan allowed you a few minutes to adjust, speaking to you with soft, encouraging words, thumbing your engorged clit, and kissing you until you were relaxed and smiling.

"Ready to keep going?"

"Uh-huh."

The last bit was easier, except for the fact that it was a tight fit.

The head of Satan's cock reached deeper than anything had before.

He lifted your legs to cross over his back, allowing your cunt to grip the base of his shaft.

He gave you a few minutes to adjust to his thickness but Satan was growing a bit desperate himself. Your tight cunt would squeeze him so deliciously and you smelled so fucking good he could barely stand it.

When some time has passed, he starts carefully rocking his hips against your own, kissing you deftly and swallowing your moans.

"So big-" You manage to huff between kisses, a high-pitched whine leaving your lips as he pulls almost all the way out before stuffing his length back into your clenching hole, "Hngg- fuck..."

"Good girl, such a good girl," Satan whispered through a soft moan of his own, "You wanna go a little faster kitten? You want daddy to fuck you nice and hard on his fat cock?"

You nodded furiously, mouth falling open as he began to pick up the pace with his thrusts marveling at the way your pretty pussy would just swallow him every time he pressed his hips into your own. Your cunt was absolutely drenched felt so good. He could feel the way the sticky substance dampened his own hips and dripped onto the couch with how hard he was pounding you.

You looked so beautiful beneath him too, lips parted with small, quick breaths and choppy moans, hickeys blooming along your collarbones and an absolutely perfect heat wrapped around his cock?

He was so lucky.

"You're beautiful, kitty. I want to keep you all to myself without any of my rotten brothers bothering us. This pussy is mine, understand? You are mine." He hissed, drowning your high pitched whines with his lips.

He would give anything to be in a relationship with you, make a life together, and end each and every day with you bouncing on his length in whatever position suited your fancy.

You arched your back when his fingers teased your throbbing clit, forcing an orgasm out from between your legs.

The demon slowed, but never stopped, hips still rocking against yours, fingers still rubbing away at your sensitive heat.

You gave a shuddering sigh and gripped his back, whimpering as he started fucking you harder.

"Daddy's gonna cum, baby." He huffs in your ear, "I know you're tired, but hold on just for me, okay?"

"Oooh! D-Daddy, I'm so sensitive, ah- aah! Sh-Shit I think I'm gonna cum again-"

"You better not, you naughty kitty, or daddy will punish you. You've been such a good girl for me so far, are you really gonna ruin that because your greedy cunny has to cum?" He watches you shake with effort, grasping at the wrist teasing your abused clit as you try and wait for him to cum.

The air is filled with the steady slapping of hips and the squelch of your drippy heat around a fat dick, serenaded by his sexy grunts and an endless moan of ah! ah! ah!'s and Satan knew he couldn't last much longer this round.

You needed a break as well, judging by how much you were trembling beneath him and doing your best to be good and hold back an orgasm until he was ready.

"Awww, are you crying, kitty? Does it feel that good?" You nod, hiccupping softly, hips moving tiredly to meet his heavy thrusts. "It does, doesn't it. You love daddy's cock."

"'Wan hold your hand daddy," You cried, eyes rolling back as he seemed to swell inside you.

He gripped your hand, "Of course, kitty. Daddy's right here."

You huffed with effort, your pussy grew more and more sensitive as the seconds passed. Your nails dug into your palm as Satan started slapping your clit and you knew you were done for.

"Daddydaddydaddy pleeease oooh fuck! Daddy I hafta cum, ohh, ohh! I'm cumming!"

"Go ahead, kitty, cum for your daddy-"

You convulsed against the couch cushions, forcing Satan's cock from your heat, only for him to force it in again and clip your abused g-spot, causing fluid to force his cock out of your spasming hole once again.

Satan held you by the throat now, pushing his length in and pulling it all the way out until he finished all over your labia, sticky white seed spurting out of his still semi-hard cock and lathering your trembling lips.

You tugged on his arm, desiring closeness after such an intense orgasm. Satan grabbed an old t-shirt off the floor and gently wiped you down before pulling you into a warm hug.

"How are you still hard?" You sniffle, wiping away old tears on your bare wrists.

Satan blushed, "Don't worry about it, kitty. You need to calm down before we get to that. D-Did you enjoy yourself though? I wasn't too harsh on you, right?"

You giggle and realize, your sweet Satan is still here, wrapped in your arms and kissing your hickey-strewn collarbones and throat.

"No Satan, I loved it. You're such a good dom, I hardly recognized you."

He smiled, stroking your hair.

"Good to hear. If you're up to it, we can do round two in the shower~"

July 5th

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drakenology · 4 years ago

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janitor’s closet - kirishima x reader

categories: cunnilingus, blow job, riding, exhibitionism, slight degradation, unprotected sex, cussing, cervix kissin’, nasty hook up in the janitor’s closet.

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Hanamura Corp; a place known for legitimate business. Every employee including yourself was very capable of their job and it was wonderful to be a part of. But God was it fucking boring. Everyone there just ignored each other, did their job and clocked out once their shift was done and over with. With the exception of a few women you’d talk to around break time, The entire building was often so quiet you forgot other people worked there.

One thing that made your job a little bit exciting was the escapades that took place every Wednesday in the janitor��s closet. The janitor who worked mostly Wednesdays was quite possibly the most gorgeous man to walk those halls.

Ejiro Kirishima; a sweetheart who worked as a janitor here at Hanamura Corp for a few years now. What he was doing working as a janitor and as not a male model was a mystery.

He was tall; 6′11 to be exact, with long red hair he often had tied back in a messy bun, strands of his hair cheekily escaping from the sides. Not to mention his body. Eijiro was an absolute beast of a man; his entire body was ripped. His arms were gigantic and covered in tattoos. The women of the facility often gossiped about the ginormous janitor who came by their cubicles with a warm smile and a tip of his cap.

“God, he’s so sexy. I’d like to just jump his fucking bones.”

“I wonder what he’s like in bed. Probably an insatiable beast.”

“I just know his dick is huge. Fuck, I can only imagine.”

She guessed right. His dick is huge. How do you know that? Because you’re the one fucking him in the Janitor’s closet every so often. Every Wednesday when he worked, he’d walk past your cubicle and tap you on the shoulder. You’d turn and practically drool at the sight of him, knowing that in a few hours you’d be getting railed until you can hardly walk back to your desk. How this became so routine? Hell, you’ve long since forgotten. But who gives a fuck about the details?

“See you at noon?” He’d whisper in your ear, chuckling when you nod meekly. 12 o’clock was the time everyone usually took their lunch break which had proven to be the perfect time to get fucked on the job.

Once the clock struck 12, you slide your panties off under your desk and tuck them in your briefcase, a rule set by Kirishima to ensure that your cunt is exposed and ready for his filling. You walk towards the janitor’s closet; the one next to the women’s room and stand there to wait, awkwardly waving at the women who came out of the restroom with a weird stare. Suddenly the door opens and someone pulls you inside.

Finally. He kissed you hard, his big stern hands grabbing and caressing your ass as if he owned you and everything attached to you. You moan into his mouth, wrapping your legs around his waist when he lifts you and pins you against the cold steel supply shelf. “Miss me, gorgeous?” Kirishima asks, his lips ghosting over yours as he hikes your skirt up over your ass, biting his lip when he feels you’re completely bare underneath.

“You’re such a little slut for me, taking your panties off to come and get fucked in the janitor’s closet.” He starts kissing your neck, nibbling slightly to mark you just a little; he can’t help himself.

You’re already getting so hot, your slick pooling at his fingertips as they run along your folds. He stands you on your feet and turns you around, getting down on his knees to worship your ass. His hands slap each cheek firmly, causing you to flinch and lean into the wall, ass sticking out for him.

Before you can speak, his hands spread your ass apart, spitting onto your pussy. His tongue starts lapping up your slick folds as his hands squeeze your ass, your nails digging into your palms as you groan into your sleeves. You’re mewling so much you could swear someone could hear you, Kirishima’s thick fingers now sliding inside you while he stands on his feet.

“Gotta get that tight cunt ready for me, baby. You like that?” He huffs into your hair, pumping his fingers inside you at a slow pace. You nod as you back your hips into his hand, Kirishima grabbing one hip to keep you still.

“So eager. Stay still would, ya?” Kirishima taunts, speeding up his fingers as he smacked you ass to scold you. You yelp, the sting from the hit fading into blinding pleasure as he fingered you, your cunt squelching and making obscene noises as you feel your legs turn to pudding.

“Kiri I c-can’t, you’re gonna make me c-cum!” You whine, chewing on your bottom lip.

“That’s the idea. Mm, cum all over my fucking fingers.” He urged, his fingers diving deeper into your greedy walls, your cunt sucking him inside as you cum with a hard clench. Kirishima smirked and pulled his fingers out of you, sticking them into his mouth with a moan at your flavor.

“Good fuckin’ girl. On your knees.” He demands, pointing towards the floor. You obliged, moaning when you see him take his cock out of his uniform pants. Good lord, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to seeing it in all its glory.

He was impossibly thick and long, prominent veins running along the shaft and a perfectly soft and spongey head; the one that kissed your cervix with every thrust. You open your mouth for him, tongue lolling out as he sticks his cock inside. Your lips wrap around him, moaning at the taste of his skin as you bob your head. Kirishima takes a fistful of your hair and fucks your throat, hissing when you gag and drool all over his cock. Your hands start grabbing at your breasts, unbuttoning your top to pull them outside of your bra.

“God, look at you..” Kirishima groans, you giggling when he pulls you off his cock with a lewd “pop” sound. “Such a dirty girl.” Kirishima takes his thick cock and slaps it against your wet lips, pressing between them to get your mouth open again. Sucking him off got you so wet; the sounds of slurping and gagging. All of his dirty words laced with pleasurable grunts stirred your insides as your cunt ached with need.

Every time his cock hit the back of your throat you moan, reaching your hand down to help relieve the ache in your core.

“Shit..” Eijiro moans at the state of you, a usually prim and proper business woman on her knees for him looking so fucking sloppy.

It was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, taking his hand to pinch and play with your nipples as you suckle on his dick head, taking it and slapping it against your tongue with a love struck look in your eye.

He burned that image of you in his mind, wanting to revisit this moment later when he was alone while bucking his hips to get you to wrap those soft lips around his cock again. Your fingers rub lazy circles on your swollen clit, moaning around his dick as he fucked your mouth.

“So fucking sexy, baby.” He hissed, pulling his cock from your lips and sitting on his haunches.

“C’mere.” He demands, slapping his thighs to get you to sit in his lap. You straddle his waist, his length resting on your slick cunt. He grinds your hips against his, the under side of his cock rubbing against your swollen clit with a groan. Kirishima lowers his hand and gives you the filling you’ve been craving all week, pressing his length against your weeping hole and pulling your hips down onto his length.

The dull stretch caused you to grab onto his shoulders and hold tight, bouncing on his cock slowly to adjust to his monster of a cock. It was all so delicious; Kiri running his thumb along your swollen bud with a satisfied grunt.

“Fuck, I’m cumming already, Eiji- shit!” You wail, breathy moans leaving your lips as he ruts his hips upwards, one of his big hands grabbing at your breast, the other rubbing your clit in soft circles.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby..” He groans, rolling your hips into his as his hands run along your soft ass, striking it harshly. You’re drooling into his shoulder, holding onto the shelf that contained cleaning supplies for good measure, trying to keep up with his movements. With all the shaking, all the cleaning products started toppling over, loud clangs of the metal shelf echoing through the small closet to mask your loud moans.

You both let out breathy half giggles, melting into each other’s bodies as Kirishima reached up to wrap your hair around his hand to yank it, attacking your now exposed neck with hot kisses and nibbles. He stands on his feet, fingers pressed into your ass to keep a tight grip on you as he lowered you onto his cock. You see stars as Eijiro picks you up and drops you onto his thick cock, scrambled sentences leaving your mouth as your mouth hangs open in bliss.

Kirishima kicks over a bucket, the stupid thing in his path as he pressed your bare back against the cold concrete wall. He rolls his hip into yours, lips wrapped around one of your nipples, nibbling lightly. Grunting and high pitched whines fill the closet, your bodies practically sticking together from the heat you both omitted. Tongues intertwined with each other, hands traveling along naked skin as he hit your g-spot over and over again in a blind rage.

“F-Fuck! I’m gonna cum for you, baby.” you squeal, toes curling so hard you feel a cramp coming on; Kirishima bucking into with more fervor as you both reach a climax.

“’M gonna cum inside you. Gonna make you my fuckin’ cum dump.” He huffed, your eyes rolling to the back of your head with every hit against your cervix.

You both grunt; Kirishima painting your insides white as he rests you both onto the floor, grinding his hips a few more times before pulling out his flaccid form. Your back laid flat on the cold floor, looking up at him with clouded eyes from all the tears you shed from your encounter. Sex with Kirishima made working at this stuffy place so much more worth it. As he looked down at you he helped fix your clothes, the timer on his watch beeping to signal it was time to get back to work.

“Ya know, we don’t have to wait to see each other once a week. I could fuck you like this every day, every night...” Eijiro said, wiping the sweat from your brow.

“Are you asking me out?” You tease, sitting up to button up your shirt.

“Depends.. are you saying yes?” He asks, raising his eyebrow as he adjusts his pants.

“Maybe.”

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triplexdoublex · 4 years ago

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Sex Drive part 2

Pairings: Colson x Reader, Colson x Reader x Rook Reader x Rook

Warnings/tags: smut, unexpected exhibitionism, threesome, double penetration, anal, choking, hair pulling, mild spitting, humiliation, jealousy, being walked in on

Authors note: Being wet DOES NOT = consent irl, just had to put that out there as it may seen I’m suggesting that in a certain scene, Kells is just saying sexy shit and reader is 100% consenting.

Part 1 here

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“I knew you wouldn’t be able to go without sex the whole month,” you tease with a giggle as Colson secures his black flag bandana around your eyes from behind you. “Can’t even make it two more weeks, huh?” You tease.

He roughly grips your jaw, turning your head to speak into your ear. “Funny, I don’t remember giving you permission to talk,” he grits through his teeth as he strips your body bare. “Now, walk!” he commands, pushing you forward.

“Oooh where are we going?” You question playfully.

“Don’t worry about it,” he quips, shoving you through the doorway of the adjoining hotel room, unbeknownst to you.

Once inside the room he quickly removes the bandana from your eyes and tosses you down on the bed before you have a chance to view your surroundings.

“Colson?” you push yourself up on your hands confused. “This isn’t our ro — Jesus Christ!” You shriek when you take notice of Rook sitting in an oversized chair in the corner of the room, his elbows resting on his knees with both hands wrapped around the neck of a beer bottle between his legs, his eyes scoping out your naked frame. “What the hell is going on?” You look quizzically between Colson and Rook while clutching a pillow over your exposed body.

Colson looks proud of himself, smirking as he watches your face morph through a series of reds, settling on the brightest. If there was one thing stronger than Colson’s jealousy it was his humiliation kink. He loved the way you blushed and got all shy and flustered whenever you got embarrassed, and he couldn’t think of anything more embarrassing for you than one of his best friends seeing your most intimate areas… and perhaps even touching them — with your permission of course.

“Is someone gonna answer me, what’s going on?” You repeat.

“Well I figured with all the times I’ve caught you checking out Rook I’d give you the opportunity to fuck him.” Colson answers nonchalantly.

“Colson I thought we established I was only checking him out to make you jealous so you’d be more rough with me,” you remind him. ‘Ok maybe the use of the word ‘only’ was stretching the truth a bit,’ you think to yourself. You know damn well that wasn’t the only reason. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find Rook attractive. “That’s why I’m punished, ‘no dick for a month’ remember?”

“That’s not what I said — I said you’re not getting MY dick for a month. You’re welcome to have Rooks….while I watch of course,” he smirks.

As if that was his cue, Rook stands and walks over towards you. He places his half drunken beer on the nightstand and takes a seat at the foot of the bed.

You swear your heart stops beating for a full ten seconds before you can form words. “Have you gone insane!? You want me to fuck Rook...while you watch?” You question in shock, certain he has lost his damn mind.

“Well, I mean, you’re free to say no… but let’s be honest, we both know that you won’t,” Colson sits on the bed next to you and snatches the pillow covering you from your grasp. “Just look at that pussy, glistening!” He prys your legs open to show Rook just how much the whole idea already has you absolutely dripping. “Now does this look like the pussy of a girl who’s about to say no?” he runs a finger through your slick folds gathering your arosal and turns to Rook who just bites his lip and shakes his head.

There’s no hiding the fact that you want this, you’re more shocked at how into it Colson seems, but he’s right, you certainly weren’t gonna say no.

“Don’t be shy, come have a taste Rookie,” Colson taunts holding out his glossed finger. Rook moves further up the bed, opposite colson, one boy now on each side of you. He leans in and extends his tongue curling it around the silken thread of your excitement stringing from Colson’s finger, and pulls it into his mouth.

“Whatcha think bro, how she taste?”

“Mmmm, fuck! Amazing actually!” Rook exclaims, smacking his tongue against his lips, savoring your essence. “No word of a lie bro, some of the best pussy I’ve ever tasted, ya lucky bastard.”

“Yeah?” Colson’s chuckles at his enthusiasm. “Well help me get her warmed up a little, then she’s all yours,” he says gently stroking your clit. “Although she clearly doesn’t need it,” he jokes, amused by how wet you are. “But something tells me she’ll enjoy both of us playing with her for a bit. Ain’t that right baby?” He smirks, looking at you.

“Please,” you squirm under Colson’s touch and the anticipation of Rooks.

Slowly Rook begins trailing the tips of his fingers up your inner thigh, inching closer to where to want it most before finally joining Colson’s. They join forces , sandwiching your clit between both of their fingertips as they work you methodically.

“Oh, fuck,” your voice shakes, a cocktail of nerves and pleasure coursing through you. As good as it feels and as much as you want it , you can’t help but be a little anxious, it’s been a long time since anyone but Colson has seen you naked never mind touching you like this. “You two are gonna be the death of me,” you moan breathily arching your back up off the bed.

“Relax slut, this just the beginning” Colson leans in, his warm breath ghosting over your nipples as he glides his fingers down to your entrance. He easily slips in two of them, the cool metal of his rings bumping against your warm heat with every curl of his fingers; Rook now having solo reign over your clit. Colson’s free hand grips your breast, his thumb and forefinger tugging at your nipple, before taking it into his mouth. Rook follows suit attaching his mouth to your opposite breast, making sure to leave soft violet markings in his wake, claiming you, if only for the night.

“Alright, I’ll let you take over from here,” Colson says to Rook, slipping his fingers out of you. “Be a good girl for Rook,” he grips your chin smearing your juices along your jawline before retreating to the oversized chair in the corner, where he begins palming himself through his jeans. And like a shark to blood, Rook is drawn to your scent, his mouth moving up your chest, and neck, devouring your slick remnants with open mouthed kisses, while he continues to massage the sweet spot between your thighs.

“You taste so good,” he smiles against your mouth before kissing you. His tongue prods at your lips , begging for entrance. You part your pout welcoming him inside; your tongues beginning a do-si-do. He feels so foreign in your mouth; taboo in the best way.

“Yeah?” You break the kiss. “Why don’t you taste it straight from the source,” you say seductively.

“Yes ma’am. Don’t gotta tell me twice,” Rook smirks before disappearing between your thighs.

“Now we’re getting somewhere!” Colson chides from the corner of the room, freeing himself from the confines of his bulging jeans. Slowly, he strokes himself in rhythm with Rooks tongue fucking in and out of you, watching as he gathers your sweetness on his tastebuds.

“Mmmmm, God—“ Rook huffs in unbelievable enjoyment against your core, before attaching his lips snugly around your clit, providing it with gentle pulsating suction. It’s different than you’re used to — Kells being more of the rapid tongue flicking type— but damn, if it doesn’t feel equally as good.

“Uhh, yes! Just like that, Rook. Don’t stop!” You exclaim in pleasure; one hand gripping the sheets, the other the back of Rooks neck.

Hearing you say Rook’s name like that has Colson squeezing his cock harder and faster, his jealousy unintentionally tightening his grip. He’s enjoying watching you be pleasured but can’t curb feeling possessive, in fear that perhaps you’re enjoying this a little TOO much.

“I still... Mmm...can’t… get over… how good you taste,” Rook speaks between open-mouth kisses to your tenderness. “I swear I could eat you as my last meal,”

“Dawg, keep talking to my fucking girl like that and it WILL be your last meal,” Colson half jokes, his jealousy peaking for sure — now beating his dick as if it were Rook. “How ‘bout you just shut up and fuck her now, before I change my mind.”

“Ready?” Rook questions with a smirk ,from between your thighs.

“Ready!” You squirm impatiently, already missing the contact of his tongue .

Quickly, Rook strips off his leather vest and other clothing until he’s completely naked. Just as he’s about to get settled between your legs Colson pipes up again from the corner.

“Baby I want you to ride him, lemme see those titties and ass bounce for me while you fuck yourself on his dick.”

“Mmmm hell yeah! I wanna see too,” Rook says excitedly, moving to lay on his back; arms behind his head.

“You’re pushing it Rook!” Colson warns.

“Baby, chill,” you giggle at how flustered Colson’s getting. “I know this pussy only belongs to you,” you turn facing him, spreading yourself open. Colson groans at the sight, his eyes momentarily slipping shut as he tries not to bust right there. “Besides—,” you smirk. “This was your idea.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah C’mon… less talking, more fucking,” Colson orders.

You climb over Rook who’s waiting with cock in hand pointed towards the heavens and squat over him, hovering just above the tip before sinking down to the hilt with a moan. You push back up, and come down fast, your skin echoing off Rooks with a slap.

“Ugh fuck!,” Rook sits halfway up to mouth at your breasts and neck as you continue to bounce in his lap.

You turn your head back slightly to watch Colson, his teeth sunken deep into his bottom lip, eyes so intensely glued to every roll of your hips, and his hips thrusting up to fuck into his own palm. You turn back to Rook and pick up the pace riding him harder and faster knowing Colson’s close to finishing. You don’t know what burns more the desire inside of you or your thighs, but you don’t stop, determined to make both men and yourself cum at any moment now.

“Oh, Rook!” You cry out with your head thrown back and hands planted firmly on his tattooed chest. You’re so so close.

“Ahww, shit, you gonna cum?” Rook questions out of breath. “Me too.”

Just then the hotel door clicks open “Hey, Rook have you seen Kel— WHAT THE FUCK!!” Exclaims Slim completely caught off guard by what he’s seeing, bringing you and Rook to a halt. “Girl, I know you think it’s cute to make Kells jealous and shit so he’ll choke or whatever crazy shit you’re into but you took it took it too far this time, cuz Kells about to choke both you to DEATH when he finds out.”

“Yo! Why the fuck does everyone keep talking when I’m tryna cum?” Colson yells annoyed and on the edge from the corner of the room.

“Kells???” Slim questions peering around the door. “Da fuck is going on in here? Ya know what, second thought, I don’t wanna know. I— I’m just… I’m just gonna go,” Slim states in utter shock and confusion as he backs out the door.

“Good idea, try fucking knocking next time maybe? Rook shouts after him.

“Fuck, my legs are killing me!” You huff as soon as you hear the door click shut, shifting your weight onto your knees. Immediately, Rook takes over, snapping his hips up and into you from below.

“Aye, I can’t take this shit no more my hands about to fucking fall off, lemme get in there,” Colson says getting up from the chair and kicking off his jeans and boxers. He tugs his shirt over his head and climbs behind you on the bed. He spits in his hand ,coating his cock with his saliva, then brings the tip to the only hole not currently occupied: your ass. You’re no stranger to anal; it is Colson’s favorite afterall. You welcome the penetrating stretch as he pushes in. It’s slightly awkward at first as the boys figure out and establish a rhythm that works for all three of you. Their cocks pound in and out of you in unison; one in each hole, providing you with the most pleasurable, satisfying fullness. “Unh, baby so fucking good for us. Taking it so well,” Colson praises you through gritted teeth . “You like being a little whore for us like this, huh? Rook fucking your pussy while I fuck this ass?” He asks crudely with a hardy slap to your backside.

“I fucking love it — YES! Treat me like a fucking whore!” You exclaim in wild passion, as you teeter on the edge of orgasm.

“Oh we’ll treat you like a whore alright!” Colson speaks through his groans, grabbing a fistful of your hair using it as leverage to pound into you harder.

With your head yanked back in Colson’s grasp, Rook takes advantage of the unoccupied column of flesh above him, wrapping his hand tightly around your throat. The way both boys have you feeling like a used plaything has you cumming in seconds, riding out wave after wave. The noise they make as you clench around them both is like heaven; Rook’s slightly louder and high pitched than Colson’s deep throaty rumble. They cum almost in perfect time with eachother; with Colson just a few seconds sooner, filling your ass with his warmth, as Rook pulls out, busting his load up onto your stomach. The three of you collapse into a sticky sweaty mess, both boys rolling to your sides; the air thick with heavy breathing and the smell of sex.

The way Rook looks completely spent and fucked out of his mind is hilariously adorable; still trying desperately to catch his breath, his leg visibly twitching and shaking and his hand running through his sweaty hair with a ‘did that really just happen?’ expression on his face .

“You ok there buddy?” Colson’s laughs, reaching over you to give Rook’s arm a tap with the back of his hand. Colson’s used to having crazy sex with you by now.

“Umm ...I think so.” He releases a long winded breath followed by a brief chuckle.

“You know what my favorite part about this was?” You turn to Colson. “I broke you!!” You tease.”Not only did I get Rook’s dick but I got yours too! Slim was right when he said you wouldn’t last through my punishment with your sex drive!”

“For the record, I said you weren’t gonna get my dick in your PUSSY, for a month. Now correct me if I’m wrong but wasn’t that your ass I just fucked? Nice try, you’re still punished.”

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qissu · 4 years ago

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HARDCORE BOKUTO X CHUBBY FM READER [ TEACH YOU A LESSON ] / SLIGHT BREEDING KINK, DEGARDING.

You look in the mirror. “If I just lose a smidge of weight this would look really good.”

You twirl as your skirt lifts up a little.

Bokuto peaks inside the dressing room, since it’s the last room nobody is barley around.

“Hey ho-” he looks over you.

“Wow...I like this skirt it gives me easier access to what’s in the back.” He walks toward you, putting out your hands you stop him.

“You don’t think it’s too small? Or maybe I’m too big?” He lifts your head up.

“It looks fine to me.”

“B-” he pressed a finger against your lips.

“No buts, this skirt was meant for you. Do you need me to break it in?” He smirks.

He guided you towards the bench inside the fitting room, you sit on his lap as you both face the mirror.

“What I see in the mirror is someone I wanna swallow whole so fucking bad, your already getting me hard, I think the skirt is fine.”

His hands move up and down your shirt before he grabs onto your boobs, rubbing his thumb against your nipple.

His lips rub against your next before sucking on it. “Do I have to teach you another lesson?”

Your about to get up but he pulls you down onto his bulge. “You just can’t leave me here with all this pent up stress.”

“Your going to stain this skirt.”

“We’ll wash it like the others.” He rips open your shirt. The buttons fly in different directions.

His hands go under your bra as he play with your breast. “Look in the mirror, let me show you all my favorite parts.”

He uses one hand to spread your legs open before he lifts up the skirt.

“Your gonna get me wet!”

“What else am I suppose to do? That’s my favorite thing.”

He rubs the front of your underwear with his thumb, grinning as he looks at you through the mirror.

He slides one finger inside, moving your underwear to the side. His fingers were completely drenched when he pulls them back out.

“Look how wet you got my fingers, oh this is going to be fun baby owl.” He sucks on his fingers before going back down.

He rips your underwear before leaning back slightly as he angles you.

“You know I love how your pussy feels against my fingers, the sound it makes always turn me on.”

“Oh no no no look at me through the mirror, because if your eyes ever leave it the rain outside isn’t the only thing we’ll have to worry about.”

“Yeah...just suck my fingers in like the pretty slut you are.”

He uses two fingers to pinch your clit hood, tugging it up and down.

“Your such a horny fucking slut, but your my slut baby owl, I own this fucking pussy.”

“Tell me what I wanna hear or I’ll stop right fucking now.”

“I- I’m your slut”

He grins before lightly biting on your ear. Your hips start to rise, the beating of your heart become irregular just from his touch.

He moves his fingers back inside as he starts to do stroking movement while they stay together.

The tip of his index and middle finger starts to tickle your sweet spot.

He keeps this up, watching as your hips gradually rise from the mirror point of view. Your body twitches as you squirt everywhere.

“Oh baby owl that was so fucking hot, I gotta see more.”

He continues as you squirt on his fingers only taking them out to suck on them before putting them back in.

You cry out as you try to gasp for air. “B- bokuto! I can’t continue! I’m going to be a mess!”

“That’s what the fuck I wanna see baby owl, We’re not stopping until I’m satisfied did you forget?”

“I wanna see you melt against my fingers and dick, so be fucking ready because the only way your leaving this room is if your a mess.”

He unzips his pants, looking in the mirror as he slaps his dick against your now stretched out underwear, rubbing back and forth until you get his dick wet.

“You feel so fucking good on my dick and all I’m doing is rubbing it. That’s good pussy for ya.” He chuckles as he slides it in.

“Oops did I put too much inside?” He whispers in your ear.

Your mouth hangs open as you keep your eyes on the mirror.

“Maybe I should fill that dirty mouth of yours, it’s begging for my cum.”

He slams inside while holding you in his lap, he looks into the mirror, watching his dick go in and out.

“I- ah fuck baby owl your pussy feels goods, I might go feral.” He starts to growl near your ear. “Ah shit, I came a little.” He chuckles but doesn’t stop.

“Your pussy is going to break apart on my dick.”

“Yeah take that dick...Ah fuck. Your turning me into a fucking animal baby owl.”

“I might have to cum a couple more rounds to get it out my system...how does 10 sound?” He starts to chuckle near your ear.

He watches your boobs bounce in the mirror while kissing on your neck as he continues to thrust inside you.

“You like it raw don’t you? The way my dick feels pressed up on your insides touching your sweet little walls.”

“If you keep sucking in my dick like that I’ll have to put a baby in you.”

He bends you down, your hands touch the floor as they keep you up.

He lifts up your legs as he slams inside you. He notice that your struggling in that position so he picks you up.

Turning you around as you face him. “Your breast need to be taught a lesson also.” He starts to suck on them.

You feel him cum inside you but that doesn’t stop him he continues to do slow thrust while sucking on your nipples.

Once your breast feel soft all over he stops. He puts his fingers in your mouth as he slams inside you, your head leans back as your breast bounce in front of his face.

“Your so beautiful, so fucking beautiful when your trapped on my dick.”

“F- fill me with more cum.” You cry out his name.

Once you orgasm your grip on his pants get tight as your body shakes. You gasp out.

He pulls your head towards his chest. “I’m nowhere near satisfied.”

“Get on top of my face.”

Your look away embarrassed. “Don’t go getting shy on me now, after everything we just did.”

He guides you towards his face, once your on top you feel his tongue twirl against your walls before going deeper. He plays with your ass while you grab his hair.

“Grind your pussy on that fucking tongue baby owl.”

He stuffs his face further shaking it back and forth. Your body starts to shake, you squirt in his mouth but he doesn’t stop.

“B- bokuto that’s enough!” He lifts you up a little.

“I’m not fucking done.” He goes back down as a mixture of your cum and his trickle down this chin.

When he gets you off a few more times he stops, your head rest on the wall as you look down at him, he looks at you grinning.

“When we get home I need another round.”

“Aren’t you tired!” He slides you down his chest before coming in for a kiss.

“Just until the morning, you know I won’t be seeing you for a few weeks. I gotta have the last drop baby owl.”

You lay your head on his chest as tears fall down your face.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m not crying it’s just that it felt so good.”

He smirks. Once you clean up he helps you walk out the dressing room.

“I think they know.” He leans toward your ear smiling.”

“At least they know how good the dick was.” He chuckles as he helps you into the car.

Once you get home he picks you up, unzipping his pants as he slams you down on his dick.

“B- bokuto...the door isn’t fully closed!” Your body feels like jelly all over as you whimper.

He wraps a hand around your neck, choking you as his hips thrust into you.

“Ah fuck I don’t care about the fucking door, I’m about to cum.”

His grips around your throat gets tighter as you both orgasm.

“I could really go until the morning but I don’t think you can.” He kisses your forehead.

As your chest rises up and down against him. “I’m not pulling out just yet, I love how your insides squeeze onto my dick.”

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 4 years ago

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Devil in disguise... Part 6/?

Lee Bodecker x reader series

<Part 5<

Warnings: swearing, violence, fat shaming, use of the word whore as an insult

Part 6

"Oh, before they get here, I wanna talk to ya'." Mary whispered as the two of you took your seats at the movie theater.

You gave her a questioning look. "Before who gets here?"

Mary waved her hand, ignoring your question before she placed it on your arm with a soft sigh. "I think ya' oughtn't be seen with him so much."

You frowned in confusion at her, "Who? My grandpa?"

"No, silly, who'd ya' think." She huffed. "That fat shit. Bobby-Ray told us he ruined your date." Mary sighed. "Who'd he think he is?" She huffed.

"A loser fat shit." Your other friend, Sally, snickered from beside Mary making her laugh.

A scowl crept into your face as you realised who the two of them were talking about. "... You mean, Sheriff Bodecker?" You asked.

"Yes." Mary huffed. "Boy, does he get on my nerves."

"He's as crocked as they come. Pa says he killed a man before." Sally muttered around a mouthful of popcorn.

You glared at her and let out a frustrated sigh. "The Sheriff didn't ruin the date, Mary. I ain't wanna go on the damn thing in the first place." You huffed.

"You were just nervous, sweetie. Bobby-Ray said so himself."

"Bobby-Ray is a liar." You hissed.

She rolled her eyes. "Don't be so stupid." She scoffed. "Look, because I'm such a good friend, I thought I'd do ya' a favour." She grinned, nodding over your shoulder as she clapped her hands together.

You felt your stomach drop with dread as you looked behind you. "Why is he here?" You hissed at Mary quickly looking away from Bobby-Ray. He wore an almost sadistic smirk as he walked towards you.

"Because that loser of a sheriff ruined your date. Look... Bobby-Ray is mad about you, sweetie." She grinned as she leaned in, "Rumour has it he's gonna pop the question."

"Stop!" You stood up abruptly. "Excuse me... I need to use the powder room." You faked a smile before you quickly moved passed her and Sally, avoiding Bobby-Ray successfully.

God damn, you hated the way people spoke about Lee. He had his faults, every man and woman did. And so what if he killed someone, some people deserve to die, especially in the shit hole place you lived.

Before you had even realised your feet had taken you to the payphone that sat in the lobby of the movie theater and you held the candy wrapper with Lee's home number on. It put a smile on your face, thinking about his sweet tooth.

"Yeah, Bodecker residence." His deep voice sent shivers down your spine and caused a needy little whine to leave your mouth. "Hello?"

"Sheriff," You sniffled, quickly wiping your frustrated tears away. You hadn't even realised they were there.

"Sugar, that you?"

"Uh-huh," You whispered. "I need ya' to come save me, Lee."

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Lee's tone had shifted more towards a panicked one as he listened to you sniffle again.

"Bobby-Ray," You glanced over your shoulder making sure you weren't being watched, "He's here, and I'm scared. Mary set us up on a date."

"Okay, baby, on my way. Stay by the doors and stay in sight of people at all times, okay?" Lee ordered softly.

You hummed, "Yes, Sir."

You weren't sure how long you were waiting by the doors before you decided you'd be okay stepping outside. It was getting stuffy inside and you'd make sure to stay in sight. You instantly felt better being in the cool air, even though you knew Mary and Sally would be wondering where you'd gotten to. And most likely Bobby-Ray, who won't hesitate to come looking for you.

You tried to ignore what Mary had said, but you couldn't help thinking about it. Surely Bobby-Ray wasn't going to 'pop the question'? You couldn't stand him. And he most certainly wasn't the man you wanted to marry.

"Goin' somewhere, sweetness?" You jumped at the sound of Bobby-Ray's voice. He smirked at you even more as he began to move closer. "It ain't nice to ignore your date, Y/N."

You glared up at him. "Y'ain't my date."

"Sure I am. I had to do something after that fat fuck of a sheriff ruined our first one." He stood close to you, reaching up to touch your cheek.

"Don't fuckin' touch me!" You slapped his hand away from you.

He grabbed a hold of your hand in one hand and your jaw in the other, slamming you against the wall. "Watch your mouth, bitch." He spat. "Maybe I should force it shut, hmm."

"Screw you!" You raised your knee into his gut hard, trying to push him off you but it was no use, he was much bigger than you.

Bobby-Ray pushed you harder against the wall, pressing his face closer to your ear. "He only fucks whores, Y/N. Y'know that?" He snickered. "Must make you a whore too, hmm, like his sister."

"Don't fuckin' talk about Lee like that." You tried to push him away but he dropped his hand to your throat.

"So it's Lee now. You really are a whore, ain't ya'. That why ya' went to his office? You suck his cock for money? Hmm. So your grandpa don't borrow no more money from Ma. You a whore?" Bobby-Ray squeezed.

You gasped for air and your vision began to blur but Lee was behind Bobby-Ray ripping him off you before you knew it.

Lee's anger spilled out of him and he punched Bobby-Ray in the gut before landing one on the side of his jaw. "I warned ya'," Lee spat as he held Bobby-Ray by the collar.

He was about to open his mouth to say something else but stopped when he heard you crying behind him. He looked over his shoulder before pushing the younger man away from him.

"Sugar," Lee reached out for your hand, pulling you into his chest as you sobbed quietly. "Shh, I go'cha." Lee pressed a kiss to your forehead, his hard glare set on Bobby-Ray. "I warned ya', never to come near her again. Watch ya' back, Bobby-Ray, and tell your mother I'll be seein' her real soon. Ya' hear?"

The moment Lee was sat next to you in the cruiser he drove off not even bothering to put his seat belt on. "Lee, can-" You let out a shakey breath. "Can... I sit close to you?" You sniffled.

Lee's heart broke. He nodded, moving his arm to the back of the seat as he continued to drive. "Sure, Sugar, c'mere."

You quickly slipped over the seat and curled up into him, breathing in his scent with a soft smile. Lee placed his head on top of yours and continued to drive the two of you in silence.

Eventually he stopped on a dirt road that hardly ever got used but kept you where you were. He was enjoying having you pressed close to him and he wanted to be selfish for a little while.

You sat back from him and looked up at him. "Thank you, for coming for me."

Lee smiled a little at you. "Ya' really think I wouldn't?"

You blushed, shaking your head. "I wouldn't blame you if ya' didn't. Aren't you gettin' tired of me?"

"Oh, Sugar, sweetheart," Lee whispered as he reached out and lightly stroked your cheek with his thumb. "Ya' really got no idea do ya'?" He asked already knowing the answer as you looked at him with innocence swimming in your eyes.

"Of what?"

He smiled softly at you, using his thumb to wipe your tears from under your eyes. "Y'know you're the only person who ain't work at the station, who has my home number. Y'know why?" You shook your head. Lee smiled, "Cause ya' special to me, and I want ya' to be able to get hold of me, any time of the day. I'll always come get ya'."

You blushed and quickly looked down, trying to shy away. "Thank you..."

Lee hummed, tilting his head to the side as he noticed you frown, "What is it?"

"Bobby-Ray said... I was," You sat back from Lee taking a deep breath. "He said I was a-"

"I heard what he said." Lee huffed cutting you off, "He ain't know what he's talkin' 'bout, Sugar. You and I both know, y'ain't a whore." Lee placed his hand over your cheek. "Don't listen to a damn word he said."

You nodded with a soft smile as you placed your hand over his, pulling it into your lap. "He said something else... 'bout your sister,"

Lee frowned, "Sandy?" You nodded. "What he say?"

"The same thing about me..." You whispered. "He also said, that you, hmm... That I must be, a... A whore, because that's all, you-" Your face burned as you kept your eyes on your hand that still held Lee's.

Lee let out a long exhale through his nostrils, grinding his teeth in irritation. "What else he say?"

You shook your head, "Nothin', that's it." You lied. If you were being honest, you were a little scared to tell Lee what else was said.

"Don't lie to me, Sugar." Lee spoke in a commanding tone, moving to face you. "You can tell me." His voice softened as he lifted your hand in his as he pulled you closer to him.

You shook your head again, "Don't want ya' to be mad... Or upset." You whispered.

Lee sighed, "I won't be, promise." He gave you a soft smile.

You nodded taking a deep breath. "They said some things, that weren't nice... about you."

"They?"

"Bobby-Ray, and my friends, Mary and Sally... They called you a..." You trailed off, not wanting to say but Lee nodded for you to carry on. You let out a small sigh before continuing, "... They called you a fat shit... And, Sally said you were crocked... 'cause her father had said you'd killed a man." You frowned. "I don't care if you did, or didn't, but I can understand why you might... 'cause right now I wouldn't mind gettin' rid of 'em..." You huffed with a pout.

The corner of Lee's mouth twitched, threatening to break him as he thought about how cute you looked in that moment.

"Mary said, there's a rumor goin' round that, Bobby-Ray, is gonna pop the question to me. Why can't no one see, I ain't want nothin' to do with him..." You felt yourself tearing up again, "I try to tell 'em but they just don't listen."

"Shh, c'mere baby." Lee pulled you into his chest before you started crying and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I go'cha." He let out a heavy sigh. "I know, y'ain't want nothin' to do with him... Y'ain't got nothin' to worry 'bout no more, ya' hear?"

You pulled back just enough to look up at him. "Y'ain't gotta get in trouble for me, Sheriff."

Lee began smiling, reaching up to brush a piece of your hair from your forehead. "I can get into trouble on my own, Sugar." He dropped your gaze momentarily. "Ya' really don't care if I've killed someone?"

You shook your head, "No, 'cause some people just have to die... And, I feel the same way 'bout you, as I do 'bout my mamma. She killed my daddy 'cause he was a bad man, but I still love her." You whispered, toying with the cuff of his shirt. Did you just admit you love the Sheriff? "Ya' know... I ain't think... Those things, about you, right?"

Lee stared at you in bewilderment. You were something else. "I'm no good, sweetheart. Ya' should believe those things."

Your eyes widened as you looked at him in horror. "Now who's lying."

Lee scoffed, "I ain't. I'm a bad man, Sugar. I ain't... Sweet, like you." He shook his head and looked out the window.

"You're kind, even if it is only to me and my grandpa, but that's all I care about. The rest of that shit hole of a town can go... To hell." You smiled at him. "If ya' didn't care, would ya' be here?"

Lee shook his head as he looked back at you. "Wanna get something to eat?"

You nodded, "... Can we share a milkshake?"

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 3 years ago

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Fic: Pepsi Raspberry

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x Reader/you

Warnings: There's a fight and Reader's ex left her with some issues, but nothing super traumatic. Frankie is super cute (and a little needy). I just threw this together on a slow day at work, apologies in advance for errors.

Summary: You fight with Frankie. That's it that's the plot.

A/N: This was honestly supposed to be a piece about feminism and female independence in a relationship but I can't be trusted around Frankie, he totally bippity-boppity-booped me into forgivance. Dickhead. Also I struggled for two and a half hours with the title and that's why it's shit. I hate titles.

Words: 2,416

A loud noise wakes you up, your heart missing a beat. For a moment, you're completely still in bed, scared out of your mind. That was definitely the sound of the front door opening and closing, and someone crashing into a chair. You're as stiff as a board, your first thought being that this is it, this is how you'll die, by the hand of a home invader who's probably going to assault you first and then kill you, or maybe kidnap you and do god knows what to you…

You hear cursing and as you recognize the voice you also realize that if someone wanted to break in, they'd probably at least try to be stealthy about it.

"Frankie?" You mean for it to be a call but it's just a breathless whimper. You wet your lips, finding your mouth too dry.

Heavy, staggering footsteps bring the unknown visitor to the bedroom door and you reach out to turn on your bedside lamp. Blinking blearily towards the soft light is indeed Frankie, a sheepish smile on his face.

"The hell are you doing?" Your fright-induced stiffness leaving your body, you sit up in bed and glare at your boyfriend who was supposed to sleep at his own place tonight after his night out with the boys. His eyes are unfocused and his face shiny, and it's clearly been a good night. You glance at the nightstand, where the red light diodes of the clock tell you that the time is barely three am.

“Sorry, baby. Did I wake ya? There was… there was a chair in the entry. Did you move a chair? There never was a chair there before. Stubbed my toe.”

He limps over to the bed, trying to look as sober as possible while unbuttoning his shirt – “trying” being the operative word, as he’s clearly lost control of his fine motoric skills. He ends up pulling the flannel over his head, but it gets stuck, and he topples over his side of the bed. You draw back a little, wrinkling your nose. He smells of stale beer and cigarettes and moreover: he was supposed to go home. You had both agreed that you'd spend Saturday night apart for once, him catching up with his friends, you with yours, and he'd go home where he could spend Sunday nursing his hangover while you got some cleaning done in your apartment.

“What you are doing here?” you demand again, anger replacing fear. “Can I send you to the shower or will you drown?”

“I’m not a good swimmer,” Frankie acknowledges ruefully as he clumsily rolls over in bed and attempts the next step of getting undressed: undoing his fly and getting his tight jeans off. “Here, baby, gimme a hand, you’re so good at this…” “You deal with it yourself,” you say sternly, in no mood to help. The whole idea of spending one night apart was to get a good night’s sleep – something you rarely get in the same bed as Frankie as both of you are usually too voracious for each other to think about sleep – and for you not to have to worry about a hung-over boyfriend the following morning. On top of that, you’re furious with him for scaring the shit out of you by stumbling in at three in the morning. You almost regret giving him a key but then again: if he didn’t have one it could have been even worse, he could have gone full on Stanley Kowalski outside your window.

“Ah, baby, c’mon… Don’t be like that. Help an old man out.”

Frankie tilts his head up and looks at you with imploring eyes, upside down from you. Half of him is hanging outside the bed and the rest is slipping off, and he looks like he might fall asleep any second. You might as well help him before he goes limp and ends up on the floor.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter and crawl over to his side of the bed before climbing out. As you bend over to pick up his legs and lift them onto the mattress, Frankie manages to slap your ass.

“Baby. Hey, baby. Let’s have sex.”

“Not gonna happen.”

You unzip his jeans and yank them down carelessly, pulling Frankie down the bed in the process.

“Whoa, wild thing,” he murmurs thickly, his eyes falling shut. “Careful of the joystick, you don’ wanna damage that or you won’ be able to fly anymore…”

You don’t bother with an answer, he’s not going to remember it anyway. You help him off with the t-shirt as well and when you’re about to tuck him in, he grabs you by your wrist with a move much quicker than you had thought him capable of in his state. He pulls you down over him, the other hand squeezing your ass.

“Sex,” he mumbles. “Love you, baby, and I wanna be in you fo’eva.”

You try to avoid the smelly, wet kisses that he keeps pressing to your neck and shoulder. While you can appreciate him being horny for you in any situation, you’re still mad about him being here at all.

“You need sleep and I want it,” you tell him as you squirm out of his hold. Returning to your side of bed, you ignore the puppy eyes look he gives you as you turn off the lights.

“Not sleepy,” Frankie protests weakly before he’s out cold. He starts to snore loudly and you sigh in exasperation.

You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.

You barely sleep for the remainder of the night and when you finally give up and get out of bed, you're in a pissy mood. Not even two cups of coffee and the fancy bread rolls you bought at the bakery yesterday to treat yourself this Sunday morning make you feel better. You down a painkiller to combat the beginnings of the headache you feel creeping up on you before starting on your chore list. The clearing of the closets in the hall is the first task and you get to it, trying to find some satisfaction in the fact that you're getting your things in order.

As the hours pass by, you do your best to work around the tasks on your list that would generate noise, such as vacuuming. You may be pissed at Frankie but you're decent enough to let him sleep for a little while longer. However, you finally face the fact that if you're to get everything done in time for you to actually enjoy the rest of your day off and open that novel you've been dying to read, you're going to have to start the vacuum cleaer. If Frankie wanted to sleep until three pm he should have gone home.

When you turn off the vacuum cleaner, you hear Frankie groan in the bedroom.

“Babe?”

You're not really in the mood to talk to him but you go check on him, just in case he needs help to get to the bathroom. Nursing his hangover is the last thing you want to do today but you also don't want to clean up vomit.

He looks like a wreck with his hair standing out in every direction where it's not plastered to his skull, puffy eyes, and pale face.

“Morning.” Your tone is short but he doesn't seem to notice. He grunts and rubs his forehead with one hand, the other reaching out of bed towards you.

“C'mere. I wanna cuddle.”

“You smell,” you shake your head. “Get up already, I want to change the sheets.”

He groans again and retracts his arm, draping it over his forehead.

“One more minute. Or hour. It's so early and my head is killing me.”

“Not my problem, Frankie.”

Frowning, he looks at you, clearly bothered by the sunlight washing the room in light. You don't offer any explanations.

“Is there coffee?” he asks eventually.

“No.”

“Can you make some?”

“Make it yourself.”

He blinks at you, surprised.

“What's wrong, baby?”

You go to the other side of the bed, grab the pillow and start to take off the pillowcase.

“Just get out of bed. I have shit to do.”

Frankie sits up slowly, his head clearly bothering him when he moves from a horizontal recline to a vertical seat. He takes a moment, eyes closed and hand on his bare, soft stomach, before looking up at you.

“What's up with you?”

There's a hint of accusation in his voice and that does it for you. You slam down the pillow onto the bed and cross your arms in front of your chest as you glare at him.

“You scared the shit out of me last night, Frankie! I thought I was being burglared!”

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you,” he mumbles, his apology meaning nothing to you because you can clearly see that he doesn't understand the terror you felt last night.

“We agreed that we'd spend the night apart, what the hell did you come here for and ruin my sleep and my morning?” you demand, raising your voice a little despite yourself. Frankie hates yelling. “Did you think I'd take care of you, tip-toe around you all day, serve you coffee in bed and junk food on the couch while you get to feel sorry for drinking too much?”

“What, no, what are you – “ Frankie seems utterly confused, the state of him most likely partly to blame. “Can you please keep your voice down?”

You pull at the duvet, stuck partly underneath him. “Move.”

“Jesus...” he mutters as he slowly gets out of bed. He stands still for a moment as if to recalibrate as he adjusts his boxers, before sluggishly dragging himself to the bathroom. You strip the bed and as soon as Frankie's out of the bathroom and heading into the kitchen, you take the sheets to the washing-machine and start it. And just because you're feeling like a bitch, you throw Frankie's clothes out of the bedroom, letting them land on the floor, before vacuuming.

When you're stowing away the vacuum cleaner into the cleaning closet, Frankie confronts you. He's now dressed but that doesn't help his half-dead appearance.

“Why are you being like this?” He's still struggling to understand you. It's typical Frankie: he always tries to talk about things, bring clarity into every issue.

“Like what? What am I like?"” You're being a brat, you know, but you have no desire to be an adult right now. Frankie really doesn't seem to understand: the frown seems permanently etched into his face and he looks so different from his usual soft, easy-going self.

“Mean. You're being mean!” The last word comes out harshly and you can tell Frankie's losing his customary cool.

“So when I have plans to spend a day apart from you and be my own person, I'm being mean?” you spit. He looks at you like you're suddenly speaking in a foreign language.

“What are you even talking about?” The exasperation is plain to see, and it somehow makes you even angrier.

“This isn't your mama's bed and breakfast that you can just check into whenever you feel like it, Frankie!”

“Fuck,” he mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I can't deal with this right now.” He pulls out his phone. “I'm getting an Uber.”

“Good!” you quip. “Fuck off home, like you should've done at three in the fucking morning!”

Without waiting for a reply, you stomp into the bedroom and slam the door. A few seconds later, you hear the front door slam as well.

[+++]

Sorry I showed up unannounced in the middle of the night. I just missed you. Didn’t want to go home and sleep without you. Call me, okay? I Love you.

You stare at the text message and feel bad, no, not bad: really fucking awful. It took you a few hours to calm down; hours that you spent playing angry music while finishing your list of chores. Afterwards, you didn’t feel that satisfying sense of accomplishment you usually experience after a good cleaning. Your head still hurt, so you went to your newly made bed which smelled fresh and nice even with the spread on top. You slept until late afternoon and woke up by the beep signaling the text.

You’re conflicted. The fact that he missed you is so sweet but there’s something about the statement that annoys you. He’s a grown-ass man, for chrissakes, and he should be able to be without his girlfriend for one single fucking night. And then guilting you into calling him with I-love-you’s and his fragile feelings? Fuck that noise.

And still. You know what Frankie’s like: physical, devoted, kind. He’s not like anyone you’ve ever been with. Not like your last boyfriend, who would pull shit like this all the time: show up at your place at all hours of the day (or night) whenever he wanted something from you. Sex. Comfort. Sympathy. Who would text and call you all the time when you were out with friends because he couldn’t find his way to the fridge without your help.

Reluctantly, you hit the speed dial button to Frankie, and he picks up almost immediately, saying your name with barely contained urgency.

“Hi,” you say quietly.

“Hi. You okay?” Such a Frankie thing to do, make sure you’re okay after a fight where, technically, he’s the injured party.

“Not really. You?”

“I’ve had worse.”

“You mean the hangover or this morning?”

You hear the smile in his voice. “Both, but I meant the hangover.”

You exhale in an amused little sniff.

“I’m sorry, Frankie. Do you… wanna come over?”

“I’d love to. Have you eaten?”

“No.”

“Neither have I. I’ll pick something up. Burgers from that place you like?”

Your stomach rumbles at the mention of burgers but you’re more concerned with the sudden tears that rise in your eyes. Oh, Frankie.

“That would be great,” you manage, wiping at your eyes. Get a fucking grip!

“Parmesan fries?” he queries, but all he gets from you is a sob. “Baby?”

“I love you,” you sniffle. “You’re the best.”

“Aww, babe. I love you, too.”

You draw a deep breath to calm down, a little embarrassed at your emotional outburst. It’s not like you, but it’s been a weird day.

“You still there?” he asks.

“Sure.”

“Pepsi Raspberry for you?”

You start crying.

#my fic #francisco catfish morales #francisco frankie morales #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader

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skylarmoon71 · 4 years ago

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Raphael x Parker Reader- Extra (TMNT 2014/2016)

The insistent ringing of your phone makes you groan. Rolling over in your bed, you grumble, picking it up.

"(Y/N) come quick!! Something weird happened!!"

Mikey sounds scared but also excited.

You scramble out of your bed to get clothes.

"I-I'll be right there!!"

What was waiting for you at the lair?

~~~~~

"How..."

"We have no idea how it happened." Standing before you are four very human teenage boys. Donnie you can only assume is the lean tall male with a pair of spectacles on.

No shell, no scales. Mikey is shorter with dark hair. Leo you conclude is the male with the blond hair and green eyes. He's holding his swords in his hand and looking at his back in annoyance. Raph...you were drooling over Raph. The human form was a fair depiction of what you thought of him. Strong jaw, muscled stature and those intense smoldering eyes. You need a minute to gather yourself. This is all too much too fast.

"(Y/N)?"

You jump, because in your staring, you barely saw Raph move. Of course human Raph is certainly attractive but...you never realized how much you appreciated their differences before now. His gait and demeanor hasn't changed, but everything else has.

"D-Does Donnie know how to change you guys back?" you divert your gaze.

"I have no clue. These readings make no sense. The change was spontaneous, unplanned. Our DNA has literally warped itself, no trigger. "

He continues on a rant meanwhile Mikey is unbuckling his pants. He looked down in slight disappointment.

"Wow, it got smaller." you blush.

"MIKEY!!" Leo and Raph yell at him.

"What? I was just checking." He zipped up, and you kept your eyes on the wall.

"I vote we got out!"

"Absolutely not, we have no idea how this happened and when it'll wear off." Leo objected.

"Exactly, that's why we gotta use it while we can. Come on, you can't tell me you're not curious. This is the first chance we have to go out there without worrying about being mutants. " You understand Mikey's yearning.

"Please Leo." Mikey is pleading, and you feel for him.

"Leonardo." Splinter walks over, placing a hand on Leo's shoulder. He doesn't say anything, just looks at him. Leo releases a deep sigh.

"Fine, but we're still together. No running off. If you feel anything weird you tell me and we leave immediately. "

"YESS!!!"

Mikey is overjoyed, and it makes you smile.

Since the beginning, Raph hasn't taken his eyes off you. He looks down at his hands, then over to yours.

"Out in the open..together.."

Maybe this really was a blessing in disguise. Leo is searching for a strap for his blades.

You laugh.

"Leo, maybe it's better if you leave that stuff here. People aren't gonna react very well to you walking around the city with two katanas. " His shoulders slump in an adorable way.

"But my blades.."

He's actually pouting. It's so cute. Raph slaps his shoulder. "Quit being a baby, ain't like we gonna chase around criminals. " He's right, it's the first time they'll be outside just to enjoy all that New York has to offer. You're kind of excited to see how the day will turn out.

"Onward!"

Mikey cheers. Donnie is packing some of his equipment in his bag. "I'll see if I can work on this while we're at it." He states. You follow, trailing behind a little. Raph comes to your side, taking your hand and you look over. Your fingers interlock, and you grow silent. It's so weird to be holding his hand like this, but not unwanted. He doesn't look at you, just continues forward and you grin, leaning into his side.

You place a quick peck on his cheeks, and they burn red immediately. Your eyes light up. "Raph are you blushing!" He's trying to glare, but with the flush in his cheeks, it just makes him look so cute.

"I ain't." He denies. You giggle. "You so were."

He picks you up unexpectedly and you squeak. Those green eyes hold you captive. He leans in, and you close your eyes, but he stops a hairline away.

"Now who's blushing."

"No fair!" you protest.

"Could you guys stop flirting for one minute." Leo says boredly. You bury your face into Raph's chest, blushing.

"Shut up." you grumble. Leo just smiles.

~~~~~'

Mikey was literally staring in awe at every store. It was hard to keep up with him. Of course they told April about the change, she was more than happy to join. So the plan was to head to her apartment after Mikey was done gawking at every little thing. Leo and Donnie were somewhat the same.

"We've never really seen that much of the city from down here." Donnie states in awe. A girl stops in front of Donnie.

"Hi, I was just a little lost and hoping you could give me some directions." She batted her eyes a couple times and you were struggling to hold in your laugh. Donnie didn't look bothered in the least. You sort of figured he didn't realize that girl who was obviously flirting with him. So he gave clean directions, and she smiled. "Thanks handsome." She gave a quick kiss on his cheek running off. Donnie stood there in shock.

"Donnie you player!!" Mikey said, slapping his arm. Donnie cleared his throat.

Leo was smiling. "Something tells me she didn't really need directions."

You joined in their laughter, turning you fully expect Raph to be acting just as excited as his brothers, but his eyes were watching you.

"Ra-" He leans down and kisses you, and it's so sudden that you squeal. Leo and Mikey groan. "We're heading to April, you guys can kiss all you want on your own. " Raph barely acknowledges their words, and you moan when he deepens the kiss. You force yourself to pull back because you're in public and as you look over you can see a few people staring. "Raph.." you whine.

"We're going to your house. "It doesn't sound like a request. He just pulls you along, and you follow mesmerized.

~~~~

The second you step in the door you expect to see Aunt May, you're confused on why she isn't there.

"Right." She was still helping the principal.

You turn to Raph, a bit nervous.

"A-Aunt May isn't gonna be back for a while." You mumble. Raph just kisses you again. You're a bit surprised. Raph isn't usually this needy. He's a lot more attentive. You barely have a chance to gather yourself. He backs you up and you knock into the table. He pauses for a second, panting softly.

"Take me to your room." he'd been teasing about blushing earlier, but you were probably as red as a cherry right now. Taking his hand, you nod, guiding him up the stairs. He followed silently. The second you got inside you were pushed up against the wall. Not that you were really complaining. But this whole thing felt so sudden.

It's only a second before he takes you into his arms. You aren't that shocked. No matter what form he took, apparently his strength stayed the same. He lowers you onto the bed slowly, still leaving kisses along your neck. The moment you touch the mattress, it becomes real. This is Raph and you're about to... you brush your hands along his hand.

"That's right."

You lean away, and Raph stops. "What's wrong?" You slide out from under his body, inching backwards.

"I-I can't Raph."

It's clear that he never saw this happening. Raph looks down with a bitter chuckle.

"Guess no matter what I'll forever be a freak huh. Thought for sure you'd want to since I was human. " Your eyes grow wide.

"I-Is that why you were being so..forward?"

He shifts, sitting at the edge as he looks at the ground.

"It ain't your fault if you don't want to. I should have asked first. "

He really was that scared of you rejecting him as himself.

"Raph.." You feel horrible. And here you thought he was just really horny. You feel like an idiot.

"Raph it's not because of who you are that I don't want to do this. "

His head raises, and you move closer, taking his hand.

"I..I've never, you know, done this before. I-I didn't want my first time to be with this version of you. I want...the real you.."

"Wait, you're saying you want to do turtle me?"

"W-Well when you say it like that it sounds so dirty!"

For a moment he thinks he dreamed the words you just said. But the pretty flush of your cheeks and the way you're playing with your fingers to distract yourself, he can't help but feel so lucky. How did he manage to snag someone like this. He isn't quite sure.

"You really are something else."

He drops back unto the bed pulling you with him. You giggle when he hugs you, kissing every part of your face.

"Ya kinky little shit." you blush, smacking his arm.

"You're lucky I love you Raphael!"

"Don't I know it."

#raphael #leonardo #TMNT love #cute #fluff #tmnt fluff #donatello #brothers #parkerreader #spiderverse #love #raphxreader #teenage mutant ninja turtles #acceptance #new york #crimefighting #new relationship #feelings

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sp00ky-arts · 4 years ago

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You Take My Breath Away

I can’t believe I’m doing this *hides face* Okay so I wrote this some time ago but never got to posting it because I thought it was trash (though I draw mostly anyway.) I was having Bo feels and needed to let them out so I wrote this for the heck of it. So enjoy this crappy smut story.

Synopsis: Basically you patch up Bo after a victim gets difficult and things get heated

(Sorry if Bo is a little out of character I changed him a bit)

You were making your way up to the gas station to see what Bo was up to. You tended to stay away from their work, as they didn’t want you getting mixed up in the mess, but it was okay because you preferred it that way. A few months back you were actually a victim yourself. However, miraculously things changed and were spared, you became part of this little family. They very rarely used you as a distraction like I said before but sometimes it came in handy having a girl around. The guys seemed to warm up to you pretty quickly. Lester warmed up to you instantly when he first spoke to you the first time, Vincent took a liking to you as well, him being a brother figure to you. Bo was a little bit harder at first but eventually he came around, sharing a bond quickly. But truth be told, you had a bit of a crush on the bastard mechanic man. It was insane to have a crush on someone who was about to literally kill you, yet you couldn’t stop thinking about the blue eyed man. So you simply buried those feeling and moved on.

Upon arriving at the gas station you here clattering noises and you froze. ‘Was he dealing with a victim?’ You though to yourself. Maybe you should come back later. But hearing Bo yelp out, your curiosity peeked further. Walking slowly down the basement were the noises became louder. Your heart beating at the possibilities that could be going on right now. Reaching the bottom of the stair your eyes widened at what you saw. Bo was indeed dealing with a victim that got loose. His nose seemed to be bleeding, and judging from the bruises that were forming he’s taken a few blows as well. Part of you should you feel relief that he was getting a taste of his own medicine, but another part you wanted to jump into his defence. After all, you had no one to go home to really. Home life was a struggle to begin with, and on top of that you found out your boyfriend had been cheating on you with your now ex-best friend so there was that. Really nothing to go back to. Here, you oddly felt at home, relaxed and at peace. Back home it was just pure and utter chaos. Seeing a lone crow bar strewn on the floor among all the ruckus, you pick it up, a firm grip as you tiptoed behind the man who was currently taunting Bo with a knife. His eyes flicked to you quickly before looking back at the man and feigning a look of defeat.

“Well, l-looks like…. you got me fair n’ s-square, man. You win.” He said in between breaths to make it seem more believable.

“That’s right, motherfucker, you’re gonna rot in hell when I-” You struck the man at the back of his head cutting him off. The sickening crack could be heard before he slumped to the floor knocked out.

“Fuckin’ prick. Help me get him upstairs, Vincent’s on his way.” He stood up, a groan of pain escaped his lips as he stood up from his crouched position. You did as told, dropping the crow bar and grabbing the other side of the man that was still unconscious. You made it upstairs and sure enough Vincent was already there waiting. He tossed him in the back of the truck and with a wave he drove the man back to the house to finish with him. You look back at Bo as you heard him making groaning sounds again.

“You okay?” You ask, frown on your face.

“Yeah, it’s just, the fuckin’ dick can really pack a punch. Shit…” He hisses in pain.

“Let me get the first aid kit.” You say and walk back into the gas station with Bo in tow.

“Where is the first aid kid?” You asked as you couldn’t seem to find it on the upper level.

“Downstairs.” He pointed back downstairs. You drag him by the hand and brought him back downstairs before telling him to sit in the chair.

“it’s okay, darlin, you don’t have to.” Bo spoke up. The nickname made you heat up. You’ve heard it so many times and yet it still caused butterflies to rise in your stomach.

“I know, but I just want to help, besides some of those could get infected.” You gestures to some of the cuts on his face. He chuckled and let you do your thing.

“Always keen on helpin’ out, don’t ya, sweetheart.” He muttered mostly to himself. You bring over the first aid kit and trying to get to his height as best you can. Trying not to cringe at the bruise that was blooming on his cheek as well as cuts.

“Now, you gotta ice the bruises because those look nasty, but I can put a little Polysporin on the cuts.” (I googled it, you can put polysporin on cuts, scrapes, and burns.) You took a bit of the cream on your finger and gently dabbed it on his open cuts. Bo was so focused on you as you tended to his wounds, your face burning as he was watching your every move. You tried ignoring it and focused on your task at hand but it was getting difficult, you could feel his minty breath on you, lips practically beckoning you for a kiss. You should stop before you start creating scenarios in your head.

“Okay and done. It’s not the best but it’s what I can do for now, hopefully it helps, just gotta ice those bruises…actually I think we-” You started to say but Bo pulled you back into him. You were practically on top of him, you were sure if you moved at the right angle your lips would touch. Your gaze locked at his lips before looking up at his eyes.

“Bo?” You ask, quirking your brow up at him. He stares at your lips and bites his before he meets your eyes. He starts leaning in and your heart starts thumping in your chest. ‘Holy shit, is this about to happen right now?’ you think to yourself. He was so close that if you nudged forward in the slightest you’d be kissing.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” He muttered lowly. Before you had time to comprehend what he said, he quickly shut his eyes and placed his lips atop yours. You were practically stone in your position as Bo proceeded to kiss you. Crap, it was happening. Your eyes slowly closed and gently kissed back, the taste of copper stimulated your senses. Hands placed on his shoulders gently, as you didn’t really know where else to put them, kissing him with a lot more passion and vigor. He licked your bottom lip asking for entrance. Your eyes widened at and pulled away, gasping for breath.

“What happened?” Bo asked, searching your face.

“D-Do you think, we’re moving too fast?” You asking biting your lip.

“You wanna stop?” He asked back. He got you there. It honestly felt good but you weren’t sure if this was moving too quickly, still you shook your head no. He smirked at that.

“Then where were we?”

“I think we were here.” You reply with a smirk of your own. Crawling up until you straddled his lap and re-connecting your mouths once again. It soon became a dance of tongues and hands exploring as you melted into each other. Before you knew you were both stripped out of your clothes aside from your bra and panties and his boxer briefs.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Bo mumbled against your neck, pepper soft kisses on the supple skin. You leaned back to give him more access.

“Nnghhh..B-Bo…” You moan out. His hands traveled down your back, stopping at the clasp to your bra where he quickly undid it with no problem. He tossed the material across the room and looked at your now revealing chest. He trailed down to where he was facing your chest, sucking a taut nipple into his mouth. He lashed his tongue over the nub as you gripped onto his hair.

“Jesus, Bo, s-slow down…” You moan. You didn’t expect that this would happen, but man was this better than your imagination.

“Sorry, Doll, just can’t control myself.” He says switching to the other. As much as you like this foreplay that was going on, you just wanted him inside of you already.

“B-Bo, can you..ahhhh,, c-can you please put it in.” You bite your lip.

“Can’t wait can you? That’s alright neither can I, wanted to tear into you for quite some time now, babygirl.” Bo rasps. He takes off his undergarments along with your, leaving you both completely naked.

“I wanna ride you.” You say, cheeks heated.

“Go ahead, Darlin’, it’s all yours.” You bite your lip as you align yourself with his member.

“Can’t wait to tear into this cunt.” He utters to himself. You sink onto him as he held himself for you. You both groan at the feeling, you for feeling full, and him because the tightness and warmth your cunt is doing to him.

“Holy shit, Bo…” You toss your head back as you begin slow movements, up and down slowly. However, this just wouldn’t do, you needed more. You speed up your movements and set a good pace.

“Shit…now ya sure you’ve never done this, Darlin’? He asked. You slap his chest and playfully roll your eyes at his comment.

“Hey, I’m kidding, I’m kidding..fuck.”

“Ohh sorry, did I hurt you?” You say in worry.

“Nah, I’m fine.” You continue your ministrations. You couldn’t believe you were already feeling like you were gonna finish.

“B-Bo, I-I think I’m gonna….” You moan out. Bo’s hand darts to your clit and starts rubbing quick circles on it as as he fucks in to you harder, you felt your walls start to flutter

“That’s it, do it.” He instructs. You came with a moan and a shout of his name and that was enough to send Bo over the edge to his release.

“Shit, baby…” He groans and clenches his eyes shut. You slump against him out of breath as he holds your still shaking body against his.

“Bo?” You look up at him, eyes searching into his blue hues.

“Mmm?” He hums while stroking your hair and staring back at you.

“You know I care about you.” You say.

“I know ya do, darlin’ He replies tucking hair behind your ear and kissing you softly.

If for some reason you want to see more let me know.

#slasher x reader #slashers #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax #slasher #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair smut

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yespleasetommyshelby · 4 years ago

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Should've just asked - Oscar "spooky" Diaz Imagine

Requested? Yes - @too-oldtobeafangirl

"Hey mamas, got any plans today?" Spooky asked as his eyes landed on his girlfriend of six months y/n, sitting on the couch with her phone in her hand ignoring whatever show she had put on just minutes ago.

"Uh yeah, I think I do, why? What's up?" She asked, eyes flicking up to him briefly before the ping of her phone drew her back in.

"I was thinking we could Uh, I dunno, go get some food or something later?" He spoke unsurely, frowning as she continued to type as though she'd never heard him.

"Well," she muttered locking her phone and placing it down on the arm of the sofa face down, a detail which failed to escape Oscar's notice. "I've got plans up until 3 then I'm all yours." She winked up at him before yet again her phone became more important.

"Okay, I was think we could-" He had started to say before y/n jumping up from the sofa, phone in hand and smile on her face stopped his words from coming out.

"I gotta go meet Lindsey, but I'll text you later baby." She smiled picking up her bag from the side of the door, swinging it on her shoulder and placing a small kiss on his cheek before opening the front door. "Love you!" She called.

"I love you.." he started before the door slammed shut, preventing her from hearing his words. "Too." He sighed.

Shaking his head he decided to roll a joint and grab a beer, y/n's actions from this morning running through his mind, he's seen all the tricks done before, the secret messages, hushed phone calls, leaving the phone face down so nobody could see what message comes through, or rather who's message. The only thing different is that it's normally Spooky who's hiding something, in previous relationships of course, the thought of someone who isn't y/n doing nothing but churning his stomach, she was the only one who stuck around and dealt with his Santos business without kicking up a fuss.

But now, now he was worried. He knew that she loved him, well, she told him everyday, but how she was acting recently had his mind running a million miles per hour, thinking about her with someone else made him feel sick, physically and mentally sick. Sighing to himself he threw his joint into the ashtray and made his way to his car, if she thinks she can go around with whatever man she wants then she clearly didn't know Oscar as well as she thought she did.

Meanwhile at the mall y/n and Sad eyes were having a great time, both unaware of the storm that was currently brewing in Oscar, well, he was far closer to being Spooky than Oscar at this moment in time. The two friends were laughing with arms full of bags as they made their way towards the food court, lost in a world of their own they never heard y/n's phone ringing.

Oscar stood round the corner from the food court, watching as sad eyes and his girl walked towards the taco stand with smiles on their faces, her cheeks glowing red slightly as she laughed at something sad eyes had said. Even now when the worst thoughts were going through his head he couldn't deny how beautiful she looked, her hair shining in the artificial lights and her smile brighter than a million stars. Pulling out his phone he watched as neither one of them made an effort to check their phones, both too caught up in their own world to even notice the brooding gang leader in the corner.

"So, you think Oscars gunna like it?" Y/n asked as they sat down at a table, dropping the bags at the side of their chairs before flopping down.

"The guys crazy about you, pretty sure you could just throw him a card and he'll be talking about it for days." Sad eyes chuckled as he thought about his love struck best friend.

"What can I say? He's a real sweetie pie when you guys aren't around." I laughed picking up my drink and squealing when a drop of coffee slipped down the top of my shirt. "Oh wow, that's hot." I muttered pulling my top out slightly to stop it from running in the coffee.

"Thank you." She muttered as Sad eyes handed her a napkin and she began to dab the top of her chest, careful to make sure that nobody got an eyeful while she did so.

"So this is where you've been sneaking off to huh, with Lindsey." A gruff voice from behind them made the two jump, looking round to see Oscar stood there with his usual smirk set in a hard line, his eyes narrowed at the two of them as they sat there like two deers in headlights.

"Oscar? What are you doing here?" Y/n asked standing up to face him with confusion on her face.

"What? Didn't want me to find out aye mami?" Oscar growled, his attention focused on the girl in front of him, frowning and looking up at him with sparkling eyes.

"Well no, not really, kind of beats the whole idea." Sad eyes chuckled as he stood up and turned to face his life long friend.

"I'm gunna beat your ass into the fucking ground." Oscar growled before stepping forward and landing a punch straight to sad eyes' jaw.

"What the hell Oscar?!" Y/n yelled as she bent down to help Sad eyes up from the floor, his hand on his jaw and a trickle of blood falling from his lip.

"What? You think I'm gunna let you walk around acting all cosy with this putá while I sit at home waiting for you? You think I'm some kind a bitch aye?!" He yelled looking down at the two with disgust, his fists clenched to his sides. He could see the rest of the mall were watching them, but he didn't care, he knew they wouldn't try and stop him or get him escorted out, he was Spooky Diaz, he ran the streets and there was nobody that could tell him different.

"What the hell are you going on about?" Y/n asked as she stood in front of him, looking up at him in nothing but confusion.

"Don't play dumb hyna, I know about you and him, did you really think I was stupid?" He seethed, knowing that calling her a 'hyna' was one way to really piss her off, and it seemed to work as in the next second his cheek was stinging like crazy, the echoed sound of a slap confirming what he already knew, she had slapped him.

"Yeah, I do think you're dumb, I think you're the most stupid person I have ever met if you really think that lowly of me." Y/n started, her voice low as she stared daggers into Oscars eyes, ignoring the stinging in her palm from the force of the slap. "I don't give a shit who you are, big bad Spooky Diaz thinking that everyone's afraid of him because he's got a shitty tattoo on his face, Spooky Diaz who runs the streets with his big bad gang, well guess what, you're no more than little Oscar Diaz, too far up his own ass to see when someone is trying to do something nice for you, Ya know, like your girlfriend and best friend who was doing nothing more than planning your birthday, you moron!" She finished with a yell, watching as the anger in his eyes suddenly faded and turned to guilt, his eyes flicking over to Sad eyes who did nothing but shrug, he should've know lying to Spooky was gunna end up this way.

"Y/n I-"

"Y/n I - Nothing Oscar! If you thought that something was wrong why not ask me? It could've been a simple question but instead you decide to go start shit in the middle of the mall, punching Sad eyes and for what? To make yourself look like a fool." She muttered, tears building up as she shook her head and turned to Sad Eyes. "Let's go." She muttered sadly, holding on to his arm and leading him away from Oscar, their food and bags forgotten about as they left the Santos leader standing in his own bubble of guilt and stupidity.

He should've just asked...

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It's kinda short and I left it at a terrible place but this has been in my ask for ages now and I just wanted to get it out, if anyone wants it I've been thinking up a part 2 🥰

#Oscar diaz imagine #oscar diaz imagines #spooky diaz imagine #spooky diaz imagines #on my block imagines #on my block #on my block imagine

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ushiwakaout · 4 years ago

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The series of the things the haikyuu boys will say is so good i love it! Do you write for Kita??if yes may i request what would he say?kita is baby he need more love <3

Thank you it means a lot 😭

I love kita 🥺 underrated for fuxking sure

i’m really behind on the haikyuu anime but i’ve read the manga so i hope i can depict Kita well. This will be timeskip kita btw so he’s a rice farmer. ⚠️WARNINGS: TIMESKIP HAIKYUU ⚠️

i will legit write for all haikyuu characters, you can request more: here

let’s just say you work at Origiri Miya w Osamu, good? good.

“Hey, sugar... I gotta go to work.” (4:30 am)

“I left you some brekfast that you can reheat, go back to sleep okay?”

*will push the hair out of your eyes to kiss your forehead*

“Don’t forget to wake up.”

“I’ll call you, you’re gonna forget.”

“Nope, i’m calling you.”

“Goodmorning lazy.” (7:00 am)

“You up yet? Yeah i didn’t think so.”

“I called a little earlier because i forgot my lunch back and i need you to bring it to me.”

“Don’t worry i let Osamu know that you’ll be late.”

“Because if i didn’t do it, you wouldn’t have and then Osamu would have scolded you for being late and lazy.”

“You know i’m always blunt, i gotta go now but being me my lunch at 10 will ya?”

“Yeah, love you too, i’m hanging up now.”

“Ooo you’re here.” (10:00 am)

“Good i was getting hungry.”

“Sit with me, i told Osamu you’d be there at 12 instead of 11.”

“It’s not my fault you put you’re uniform on beforehand.”

“Shut up you look fine.”

*talks with mouth full*

“Are you sore from yesterday?”

“Hey, don’t hit me! I’m asking because i’m concerned.”

“Don’t look at me like that you know i don’t care if other people hear us... They work for me anyways.”

“I’ll see you later today because i gotta deliver orders.”

“Come on give me a kiss and then you can go to work.”

*will slap your ass in front of all his colleagues bc he really doesn’t give a shit bc he’s literally the boss*

*will make Osamu Miya his last stop bc he wants dinner and has time to sit down and watch you serve*

you: “The usual?” (3:00 pm)

kita: “That... and a pice of you of course.”

osamu: *shivers in disgust bc he can’t say anything rude to his senpai*

“Yes of corse the usual.”

*you can face away from him and since he’s always in the corner by the kitchen he will pinch your ass while you’re taking orders*

you: “excuse me one second *turns around to look at Kita just eating*

kita: “what? don’t blame me, it’s your fault. Keep working sugar.”

*hes such a smug asshole*

osamu: “stop pinching y/n, she keeps stuttering”

kita: “i can do what i like with my s/o, and if that’s pinching hed ass, then i’ll pinch her ass”

*goes to the back against osamus rules and kisses you goodbye*

*osamu has 100% heard y’all fucking in the storage where he keeps the cleaning supplies, never mentions it and has barely started looking you in the eyes again*

“I’ll pick you when you’re shift is over.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m on the way.”

“Make me some onigiri to go.”

“Well tell Osamu that his elder says so.”

“Give osamu the phone.”

“What do you mean you have to stay clean up?” (6:00 pm)

“I’ll be here then, pour me a drink, will ya?”

*will start getting handsy on the 3rd drink*

*it starts getting slow so you just stand by him waiting for people to show up, his hand hooks around your thigh and his hand is just squished between your warm thighs*

“How’d you get so lucky with you?”

“I wanna tell you something- i think i grandmother is waiting for to propose and i just might.”

“Why are you blushing? There’s no point in blushing, i know i wanna spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Don’t cry~ You’re still working, come on, get to it.”

*you’re sitting a table and someone starts getting handsy*

osamu: “don’t i got it.”

kita: “fuck you, that’s my s/o.”

osamu: “their my best friend!”

kita: “Hey asshat, get you’re hand off my s/o!”

osamu: “If you’re not gonna respect my worker. pay and get the fuck out.”

you: “hey, hey, hey- calm down. i got this.”

*you take their food and set it down at an empty table. picking up your checkbook and slapping the person who sexually harassed you*

you: “if you don’t get up from my table,

“I’ll be taking them now.” (11:00 pm)

“You okay? I know you got thick skin but that wasn’t okay either.”

“Come here give me a kiss.”

*reaches hand out for the onigiri bag*

“Onigiri?”

you: “you only love me bc i give you food.”

“That’s somewhat true *snaps bag out of your hand* Thanks sugar, now hold my hand.”

*he’s a little drunk so you’re stumbling with him while y’all walk home bc it’s 10 mins away from your work*

“Help me in the bath.” (11:20 pm)

“Come in the bath with me.”

“You need to relax, come here.”

*will start sucking on your neck, hand going down your tummy and just goes to town*

*will make you cum on his hands while he’s holding and kissing you, he’s such a giving person that he swears that he doesn’t need help but the second your out of the bath you go on your knees and milk his cock because he’s such a good boyfriend*

*will also fuck you so good because you deserved it for working so hard*

“You looked really sexy when you slapped that person tonight.”

*starting kissing your face over and over again and squeezes you into his chest*

“I love you so much.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“I’ve never felt so worthy to have someone, but you make me feel so loved.”

*will kiss your nose and your eyelids*

“I’m gonna take a day of tomorrow, and i’ll take you out on a date, I miss being with you.”

“Goodnight sugar, sleep well” (1:10 am)

extras:

“no i don’t like your coworker, he’s an asshole.”

“why should i care about what they say about me? i only care about you.”

“my grandmother wants grandkids so.... when are we gonna do that.”

“gran sent you this... how should i know what it is?”

“Come sit on my lap sugar.”

“Hey, what’s with your mood? You’re cranky.”

“Shh, i’m watching Atsumu play.”

“You’re jeans look good today.”

*slaps you ass*

“Come here.”

*will lay his head on your hips and caress your ass as you stand in front of him*

*if you have tittys, he will 100% go behind you while you’re cooking and reach to caress your tits under your shirt*

*Kita is a titty man, you can’t tell me otherwise. he loves you leave love bites on your chest*

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