#the punisher x gn!reader

[2-gay-possums-in-a-trench-coat]

All I will ever need in life is to hear frank whisper the words "I'm proud of you."

📝 with Frank Castle and the sentence "I'm really glad I didn't shoot you."

"swear to god i will shoot to kill, asshole! come in this room if you feel like dying." you say, holding a gun in your hands. you don't ever do this, not in the slightest. shooting people? that's frank's forte.

"just me, darlin', just your frankie." he says, walking in with his hands in the air. you let out a breath, putting the gun down on the table next to you and walking over to him.

"let me see your hands," he asks, and you hold them out for him, "look at that! not even shakin'. proud of you." he drops your hands and pulls you in for a hug.

"i'm really glad i didn't shoot you." you say, and he laughs, lips pressed against your forehead.

"i'm glad too baby, i am."

[6okuto]

i write so you know i love you

🧺 #27: "handwritten letters" with akaashi for @shobvrry :D

the first letter akaashi wrote for you was a short, anxious confession slid into your locker, folded neatly with a star sticker to keep it shut.

i just wanted to say i like you, and i’d like to take you on a date sometime if that’s okay with you. please don’t worry if you don’t feel the same way, but also please pretend you didn’t read this if so. thanks for being my friend. i’ll see you tomorrow :)

he didn’t expect to see you waiting for him after practice that day, the familiar paper in hand. with his ending request, among a dozen catastrophizing explanations stood one reasonable for your presence—

“i like you too, ’ji,” you said a little faster than practiced, heart stumbling at the sight of him.

it was sunset as you held the letter in one hand, and for the first time, keiji’s hand in the other on your way home—pink and orange ribbons of light finding a temporary home in interlocked fingers and brushing arms.

the confession is still carefully tucked away in a box of other gifts and letters you’ve received—the first in a section just from him. he could’ve easily texted at least a third of them, you pointed out once, a few days before your first anniversary, but he only shook his head. it was the romanticism of it all, and—

“what if you texted back right away? i wasn’t ready to handle that, i probably would’ve thrown up or ran away or something.”

his feelings after your first date, a request to see you after school a month after, then the letter celebrating your one month anniversary exactly 31 days later.

they built and built—words pulled from an endless well of love and poetic prose in hopes of capturing just how much you meant to him. you still like flipping through them all, on anniversaries or an otherwise insignificant thursday afternoon.

seeing the different decorations and envelopes and letter lengths throughout the years, only keiji’s handwriting remains the same throughout. it’s the same one that writes “i hope these aren’t sour,” “don’t forget your project by the printer,” “i hope you have a good day :),” and i love you, i love you, i love you.

so when your four year anniversary nears and he makes a remark about his gift, you ask “another letter for me?”

keiji stills, fingers slowing down as they flip the next page in his novel—dostoevsky, you think. his index and thumb start to pull the corner (not enough to fold, but reminiscent of what he does to the hem of his shirt when he’s nervous anyway.) “maybe?”

he fixes his posture, sitting up straighter on the couch. “is that…i know i write them a lot, huh? would you like—”

“no!” you shake your head. “no, i like the letters a lot, keiji, i promise. i just,”—you move next to him and frown—“i hope you don’t feel like you have to write them, you know? i don’t know how your hands don’t hurt a lot after. you could type them out and i’d be just as happy.”

but keiji shakes his head, and it feels a little similar to three years ago. “no, that’s not the same at all. i want to write them for you,”—he closes his book with his thumb as a bookmark, the other hand moving to hold yours—“that’s what makes them special.”

“plus formatting them digitally wouldn’t be any easier than my double-sided tape—do you want to take the joy of tape and stickers away from me?” he raises a brow and squeezes your hand in his.

you snort. “okay, you know what? fair enough.”

and keiji pours a lot of honesty, of himself, into his letters, but maybe one thing he’ll keep a secret is how often his hand cramps and red indents and cuts form on his fingers. because it’s inconsequential in the end, really nothing in comparison to the bright smile and hug you give him when he hands you the next letter a couple of weeks later, carefully folded in an envelope with a star sticker on the front.

[unhappy-last-resort]

Delusions (Yandere Simon x GN Reader)

Warnings: smut, worship of the readers body and reader in general, creampie, GN reader, short

A/N: Just a drabble because I was thinking of Simon as one does late night. I'm also waiting for server reset in PGR so I can decide if I wanna pull on the light trails banner or not.

Apologies for any grammar/spelling issues and what not, it's almost 2AM for me

Your soft pants filled his bedroom, your chest rising and falling with each breath, his arms holding your hips flush to his.

Nothing could compare to this moment. You were absolutely divine, a gift from the gods, a blessing to humanity bestowed by the stars, and you, despite being so far beyond him that he could only watch your star trail in awe, you chose him. You chose him over the numerous, beautiful and heroic constructs and humans who stood by your side.

It made him shudder, his eyes almost rolling at the thought. How could anyone not desire you? Who wouldn't lust after such an incredible hero? Just look at yourself. The way you move your body underneath him, the stretch marks along your thighs, your swollen lips parted in ecstasy, your glossy eyes, your mesmerizing voice as you moan so sweetly for him.

He couldn't help but kiss every inch of you he could, studying you like a piece of art. He kissed each scar he could see, admiring them. Perhaps others might find your scars to be blemishes that needed to be hidden, or fixed, but to him they were breathtaking. Not necessarily because he thought the scars were beautiful, but because they gave him insights into you and your story. You don't talk much about your past, not that there was reason to, but still, he longed to know you more intimately than you knew yourself. If only you'd open yourself to him, if only he could climb to your stardom and share the burden with you.

Perhaps if he lulled you to orgasm enough times you would be relaxed enough to let him know you more. He kissed your neck and whispered his admiration of you into your skin as he gently fucked you, holding you closely to him, becoming so engrossed your moans and cries that he nearly forgets his own pleasure.

He could stay like this forever, listening to you whisper his name as you grind against him. He holds your face gently, drinking in your expressions. Each cry you make resonating in his heart and rippling through his mind, overshadowing every other thought and sensation until only you existed.

He would never stop chasing after you, never stop longing for your attention and recognition, he would never stop desiring a level of intimacy that would only belong to you two. He needed your acknowledgement of his efforts and devotion, he needed to hear you say you loved him just as much as he loved you, maybe even more. He needed you to love him back, he needed your attention, he needed you to look at him as something more than a friend. His desires driving him to push in and out of you faster and faster until you writhed and trembled, until his hips stuttered and the tight cord drawn in his stomach snapped as he babbled your name like it was his salvation.

As his hips slow down, you wrap your arms around him and bestow him a kiss filled with so much love he feels himself melt into your body like it was made to hold him.

"Simon..." You whisper breathlessly and his breath is caught in his throat. Your hand cups his cheek and leans into it, kissing down along your wrist reverently.

You watch him lovingly, letting him worship you. Your eyes meet and his heart soars, you look so bewitching like this the sight burns itself into his brain. Slowly, your lips part and he desperately waits for what you're about to say, hoping that you'll tell him those three words he longs to hear. He watches every slight movement you make, enraptured as he watches you swallow, debating whether you should say what's on your mind or not and he gives your hand a slight squeeze of encouragement.

That seems to give you the push you need as you focus on him again and his heart pounds in his chest as he leans in closer to you, needing to hear every word you're about to say.

"Simon, I-"

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He wakes up, his hair sticking to his skin and the sheets unbearably hot. Simon stares at the ceiling, seeing nothing but blurry shapes as he contemplates what just happened. Humiliation crushes his chest as the stickiness in his hand makes him realize that it was just an intense fantasy and nothing more. He feels like a teenager helplessly pining after a crush and it almost makes him cry.

It was foolish for him to ever think that you could be his, that you'd ever spare him more than a cursory glance and a few words. You may have never said it out loud, but he knows he's beneath you. Someone your caliber would never look his way, but he can't help but keep chasing after that hope, after that dream that one day, one day you might look at him with something more than friendly comradery.

...He should stop entertaining such ridiculous and inappropriate thoughts about you and wash his hands, probably change his sheets too. If you saw him like this, you would be appalled. Shocked that a fellow soldier could be so...so unprofessional. He's already embarrassed himself a few times in front of you, he needs to be better. He needs to improve.

You'll never give him the attention he desires, so he must do what he can to earn it and treat what little you give him with the utmost care and respect.

He needs you, he needs your love and acknowledgement and he'll do whatever it takes to get it. Even if that means sacrificing everything he has.

[murdockcastleslut]

"oh, my partner at home is waiting for me, i better get going :)" for frank please!!! <3

frank was ready to go home. he missed you after a 3 day stakeout with david and all he wanted was to hold you in his arms.

frank was packing his duffel down in the base when david came around the corner.

"we did good, the higher ups say we can make a move on those guys working for king pin on friday. do you wanna get a drink and celebrate?" david asks.

frank shakes his head. "nah, dude, i wanna get home. my partner is waiting for me, so should probably get goin, before they kick my ass for being late."

david laughs at his statement knowing that you're smaller than frank.

"sounds good dude. tell 'em i said hi."

frank nods and throws his duffle over his shoulder before heading home to see you.

[mordredisacoolname]

How the daredevil characters would top a gn reader? (Or at least the ones you think would top anyway)

Thank you for requesting! I really hope you enjoy

DAREDEVIL CHARACTERS (MEN) TOPING YOU

GN READER

Characters: Matt Foggy Frank Wesley Dex Ray

CW: N/SFW, smut

MATT- I think Matt will be a soft top. He likes sitting on a couch with you on top of him. Will touch every inch of your body, kissing and biting. Guiding you and talking you through it. Further into the relationship he'll be willing to be more dominant and aggressive, nothing too much as he doesn't want to hurt you, but not so soft either. I can also see him as a sub top, only if you want it, after long days. He just wants to lose control and be taken care of. Will probably cum before you as he's super sensitive but will not stop until you're satisfied.

FOGGY- very goofy, cracks jokes all the time. But is also very intense and intimate. Kisses you pationetely, holding your face in his arms and feeling you up. Starts with slow but hard thrusts and becomes quicker. Will not cum before you.

FRANK- honestly, he's a very romantic man. If you're in a relationship he'll be super careful with you and will spend at least half an hour before entering you, Kissing and feeling you all over. If you're just a one night stand or if you ask him and he's in the mood he'll be aggressive and fuck you till you can't walk. Will not do anything too risky tho, nothing that can harm you. Always cums after you, unless you're giving him a blowjob. Hard and deep thrusts, a lot of grunts and "fuck"s.

WESLEY- oh he's a sub top alright. Likes when you ride him, watching you bouns on him, making pleasant noises and faces. When he's close he'll flip you around and pound into you until you both cum. Likes dirty talk A LOT. Aggressive, likes when you RIDE him, making the bed squick.

DEX- he's either a very submissive top or a very dominant top. I can honestly see him as a bottom but when he's topping there's no in between. Really depends on his mood. If he's doming he'll have no mercy on you, you'll have to agree on a safe word so he known when to stop. Slaps, hair pulling, bites, choking. He's extreme. Honestly can see him being kinda selfish and if he's not in the mood he'll not continue after he finishes and will leave you unsatisfied. If he's being a sub he will want you to ride him senseless, grabbing his shoulders and making a lot of noises.

RAY- he's such a tease. Will literally edge you for hours and laugh about it. But will not cum until you do, he want to pleasure you and puts you before himself. Definition of heart eyes. He thinks you're so beautiful. Seeing you is such a vulnerable position, and so high on pleasure turns him on so much. Wants to look at your face while fucking you to see the good job he's doing. Kind of praise words, calling you good __ (whatever you prefer), telling you how good you're doing.

[anna-hawk]

Fallin' with me

Pairing: Frank Castle x GN!Reader Fandom: The Punisher Rating:E 🔞

Warnings: heavy dose of angst

For @lucy-sky 's ask. Thanks again, Lucy. I mixed a bit of smut and a lot of angst for you 🧡🧡🧡.

Send me a character or ship + a title

With one hand loosely curled under your jaw, while the other one was pushing one of your thighs up towards your chest, Frank drove into you over and over again. Moans and cries of pleasure escaped your lips with each of his thrusts, your walls fluttering around his cock and begging him back inside each time he pulled back. The sight of you and the sounds you made had pleasure shooting down Frank's spine just as much as the grip your body had on him. Your fingers ran up his arms and to his shoulders, the fingertips pushing into the skin, as your cries changed in intensity. You'd done this often enough by now that Frank knew all your body's tells. You were getting close, and Frank wanted to see every emotion running through your expressive eyes.

“Look at me, Sweetheart,” he half commanded, half begged, as he lowered his upper body over yours and pushed your chin up.

Your eyes opened, although only by half, as you fought the onslaught of intense pleasure that kept you from focusing on him immediately.

“Frank,” you breathed brokenly as soon as your gaze fixed on his, and started coming apart under him.

Frank grunted and gasped as you spasmed around his cock. It took his whole concentration to not let go of the hold he had on his release and instead, put it all on watching yours. Only after you started coming down did he allow himself to kiss you ravenously and come inside you with a loud groan, loving the feel of your hands as your fingers stole into his hair to kiss him back with just as much intensity.

He slumped on top of you, but still managed to keep most of his body weight off of you as the kiss went on, the exchange slowing until Frank kissed along your jaw and nuzzled under it. Fingers trailed absently over his back, one hand moving up to his head and playing with the hair, the act having him hum pleasantly. Your hands suddenly came to a halt, and Frank rose onto his elbows as you began squirming underneath him.

“You alright?” Frank asked with a frown and rolled off you since you kept moving around until he did so.

“Yeah, of course. I just have an early shift tomorrow,” you replied with a smile that Frank noticed didn't fully reach your eyes.

Frank only nodded as he watched you head into the small bathroom of his apartment to clean up. He sighed to himself when he heard the shower turn on. It looked like he hadn't been wrong in the end. Everything had been okay between you just a few weeks ago, but then you'd started pulling away from him. It hadn't been obvious from the start, since you weren't actually together. It had happened gradually, and Frank couldn't explain to himself why. He'd tried asking you several times if things were alright, at your job or otherwise, and you'd always replied in the affirmative. As much as he wanted to know what was going on, he also didn't want to push. You were… Frank didn't really know what the two of you were to each other. He'd met you through Matt Murdock, of all people, after they'd worked on a case together and Matt sought the help of a coroner. Which had been you.

Weeks later, you'd been the one to look for Frank. In your line of work, you knew, saw, the horrible things that could be done to a person. You'd come to him one night, full of rage and despair, on the behalf of yet another victim whose murderer would walk free. You hadn't stayed to listen to his answer; only given him a file with an address, and whispered just one word before leaving.

“Please.”

In the little time you'd stood before him, Frank had still been able to see how scared and ashamed you'd been of what you were asking of him. It had been this reaction more than anything that had him opening the file and doing his research before taking his shot.

The evening after he'd taken care of the target, you'd appeared on his doorstep again. He had barely had the time to fully open the door before you'd pressed into his body and sobbed uncontrollably. His arms had instantly wrapped around you and pulled you into the apartment, where he'd held you on the couch until you'd calmed down. With embarrassment all over your face, you'd pulled away from him with an apology and started to rise, only for Frank to hold you still by gently grabby your wrist. That night, you and Frank had come to an agreement to help each other out. You never talked about any of it, however. Being it you giving him a new name or him coming to you for information, you never talked about what would happen once either of you left.

Things had changed again after months of this going on. You'd slowly begun spending more time together before exchanging information, and Frank had even agreed a few times to stay over for dinner. The conversation had flown easily enough, but you'd taken extra care in avoiding the topic that had you sort of working together in the first place. No matter how many times you had sought his help or he yours, he'd been able to tell that it was far from easy on you. As he'd been leaving one evening after dinner, you'd surprised him by kissing him. You'd stared at him with wide eyes a second later, but Frank hadn't let you get out the apology you'd probably been about to say, and leaned in to kiss you into silence.

Rolling onto his back on the bed after putting on a pair of sweatpants, Frank stared at the ceiling with a huff and rubbed over his face. This was getting out of hand. You might not be in a relationship, and Frank had never intended this thing between you to become more than just something of a friend with benefits or even fuck body thing. Yet, Frank couldn't deny that the feelings he had for you weren't as simple as that. You might not talk about the things that Frank did when it came to your agreement, but you still knew things about him that only few people like Curtis, Matt, or Karen did. So having you pull away from him only had him realize how much his feelings for you had changed.

Frank's gaze returned to the bathroom as you came out of it, dressed again and pulling at the collar of your shirt. His jaw ticked as he saw you glance at him briefly before averting your eyes again and looking toward the bedroom door and then down.

“Uh… listen, Frank… I – I think we should – should stop. Stop this… I-” you stammered without looking at him.

Frank blinked a few times before his jaw hardened. He knew that you weren't talking about your arrangement, but about the physical aspect of your relationship. He felt like he should have seen it coming, considering your behavior towards him. It still didn't make any sense to him. If you didn't want him like that anymore, he would accept it, but he couldn't help but feel like there was something off. You'd been upfront with everything from the start, meaning that your elusiveness was wholly unexpected. That's why he said the next word instead of simply agreeing.

“Why?”

Clearly, you had expected him to go with it like he would have any other time because your eyes widened briefly, and you suddenly stilled in your act of putting your shoes back on. You licked your lips and looked away from him before answering.

“I just think it's better that way,” you said softly and finished with your shoes.

Frank got off the bed and joined you, noticing the way your back went rigid at his approach. He frowned.

“Did I-”

“You didn't do anything wrong, Frank,” you talked over him, shooting him a small, but sincere smile before turning around and starting to leave.

A small, sincere and sad smile.

Something inside Frank loosened when he finally saw what was going on. He smiled and ducked his head with a small shake.

“Why?” he repeated, his voice low and soothing. He was relieved to see you stop in the doorway and walked up to you, coming to a halt a few inches away from your back. “Why?”

Your head fell forward, and Frank saw your body shaking with some unshed emotion.

“Frank,” you pleaded, your despair wrenching at his soul like that first night you'd come to him.

This time, however, you didn't leave before hearing his reply. Frank moved up behind you to wrap his arms around you and press his forehead to your shoulder. He was as scared as you about what was happening between you two.

“It's okay, Sweetheart… 'cause you're fallin' with me.”

His feelings for you were clear, but he couldn't say the actual words out loud yet. Just as much as he knew that you weren't ready to say them either. The feeling still too raw and new to be formed into words.

You heard him loud and clear, nonetheless, since you collapsed against him with a choked out sob. Turning you around to face him, Frank pulled you tight against him and closed his eyes as you hugged him fast.

It would be alright, as long as you were falling together.

[chickenwaffles-blog]

switch Gojo, with reader/lover, after they teased him in public? Switch Gojo punishing reader?

A taste of sweet revenge

C.W; Satoru! G/N reader, MDNI 🔞

After all the public humiliation you inflicted on Satoru with the vibrating cock ring, consistently increasing its intensity every few minutes to witness his intense twitches and trembles as he struggled to maintain his composure, you subjected him to a week of torment. In response, Satoru swore he would make you experience the same agony, swearing that he would turn the tables on you. The look in Satoru’s eyes had a look of loathe. You couldn't help but feel a bit unease at the change of Satoru’s demeanor as he approached you with cold eyes. "You think you can toy with me, huh~?" Satoru spoke, as his voice sent shivers down your spine. "Well, let's see how you like being toyed with.” With a swift move, Satoru pulled you into a secluded alleyway, away from the eyes of the public. The darkness filled with anticipation that consumed the alley. As you tried to protest, Satoru’s lips silenced you, the kiss felt far from passionate and more like demanding. As the kiss deepened, you to felt hands caress your body. Leaving nothing untouched as his hands slowly made their way to your chest only to rip your shirt open to expose your chest to the open cold breeze. Tears weld up in your eyes as you stared at Satoru with a look in your eyes filled with anguish. "How does it feel to be the one being controlled?, not fun at all right~?" Satoru whispered into your ear, your breathing heavy as your eyes weld with tears. "Go ahead and cry I dare you” Satoru said in an annoyed tone as his mouth engulfed your left nipple. After a few moments of foreplay, Satoru pulled your pants down. Upon removing his own, he revealed his 7.5-inch, 2-inch girth cock, its base pale and head a light pink shade, with veins popping out and precum oozing from the tip (milk white and slightly sweet). Grasping your hair, Satoru forced you to the ground, aligning his cock with your slit, and entered you in one swift thrust, as he began to pound you hard and fast, not allowing you to adjust to his size completely.

I’m not sure if this is how you wanted this to turn out but thank you whoever sent this request I loved it SM!!!! Also not proofread

[nihilistic-nik]

Scars

Masterlist

Frank Castle x GN!Reader

tw: talking about scars

You are sitting on Frank's lap, resting together on your shared bed.

There was a calm but also vulnerable atmosphere circling the both of you. It was like only you and Frank were there.

There was no stress and no missions, there was only the two of you bathing in each other's love and warmth.

Frank's head lay in the crook of your neck allowing him to relax his body and rest.

your fingers traced his broad shoulders, his chest and his upper back. His skin was smooth with the added feeling of scar tissue that rises above the rest of skin.

Scars of all shapes and sizes were scattered across his body showing painful journeys he made across his lifetime.

Your hand lingered on one particular scar that lay itself on his chest, it wasn't a visually rough or gruesome looking scar but it reminded you of a time where frank was laying on your couch covered in blood, his shirt somewhere in the room. You crouched over his body cleaning and stitching up his wound.

Frank lifted his head and brought his hand to your cheek gently pulling your gaze from his scar to his dark brown eyes, you leaned into his hand pressing a soft kiss to his palm. “You okay?'' Had he been quieter you don't think you would’ve heard him. You gave a simple nod and wrapped your arms around his neck “love you frank” you rested your head on his shoulder, you could feel his chest vibrating whilst he let out a soft chuckle “love you too”

[thebellearchives]

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇

~ Nicholas D. Wolfwood ; Trigun Stampede

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : When you and your friends arrive at a new town at night, everyone decides to go to bed, except for you and Wolfwood. Next thing you know, you get involved in a drinking competition with The Punisher.

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!reader (it is implied they use the women’s restroom), consumption of alcohol and smoking of tobacco, fluff

‧₊˚ a / n : honestly i just adore the way this turned out, it’s a little long though, i got carried away (‘:

You stared into your reflection in the bathroom. You weren’t dizzy, but you could feel the room slightly veer to the left… and then to the right? Squinting, you focused a bit more into the mirror, you really weren’t drunk enough for this. You couldn’t be drunk! Not when you had a stupid brunet to prove wrong back at the barstools. Specially when out of Vash, Meryl, Roberto and you, the only one who wanted to come down to the bar with him instead of going to bed had been the person staring back at you in the reflection.

“Fuck, I’m so stupid, how did I end up in this situation?”

A sudden knock at the door almost made you jump.

“You coming out yet?” an unknown female voice called out.

“Yeah, hold on!” quickly, you dried your hands on your clothes and headed outside. You opened the door, a petite blonde woman stared at you with a mixture of annoyance and concern “sorry!”

She just sighed and hurried into the bathroom, you gathered your courage and started walking back to where you had left Wolfwood. It didn’t take much time to reach the main room of the establishment again, the smell of cigarettes lingered in the air, and so did the lively music that a group of men were playing from the other end of the place.

“You’re finally back! For a moment there I thought you had either puked your insides or chickened out” Nicholas offered you a scornful smirk.

“You’re insane if you think you can beat me so easily” you rolled your eyes comically.

“So you’re perfectly fine” he teased with an incredulous frown and pout, nodding.

“I’m great, I’m sober, and I can take anything you throw at me”

Suddenly, the bartender placed a tray of yet another round of shots in front of you two. The undertaker smiled widely.

“I’m so glad to hear you say that!”

Oh shit.

-0-0-•-0-0-

You weren’t sure how much alcohol you had consumed by then, but if you had to lose your pride and admit defeat you were going to, because you could not handle another round. Holding back a sigh, you watched Wolfwood grab his last shot and arch his arm your way. With a laugh you grabbed your shot and hooked your arm with his. Alright, last one, come on you can do this.

“One, two, three!” you both downed your shots together.

You scrunched your face when the taste filled your senses, the cold liquid burning your throat all the way to your stomach.

“Ugh, god”

Nicholas laughed at you.

“Hey let’s head to the back, I need a cigarette”

“Sure”

Standing up from the bar stool, you almost lost your balance, so you gripped the table nervously and held your breath.

“You good?” your companion raised an eyebrow, but you waved off his concerns when your surroundings seemed to stabilize again.

“Yeah, I’m good” he didn’t seem convinced at all.

“… right, come on, let’s go”

Grabbing your wrist, he pulled you ahead of him and you stumbled, he placed his hand in your lower back to keep you stable and guide you outside. Your face flushed in embarrassment, but clearing your throat you decided to play it cool, focusing on walking as normal as you could and not stumble upon your own feet. The second the brunet opened the back door and you were outside the cool breeze relieved you. It was a clear night, the dunes of the desert were tinted in a somewhat purple shadow, and the deep dark blue of the sky was sprinkled with thousands of small bright stars. You took a deep breath and leaned on the wall next to the door, the undertaker walked just some steps ahead of you and you watched him as he lit up his cigarette. When a bright flame met the end of the cigarette he inhaled and turned off the lighter, sparks lingered in the edge of the paper cylinder until he lowered it and blew the smoke out of his mouth. You watched mesmerized, the wind blowing his dark hair and the lapels of his shirt, which had a few buttons undone. You swallowed on dry air, trying to steer your sight away from the tanned skin of his chest.

“Why are you blushing?” your eyes snapped back to his deep dark eyes “are you drunk or do you see anything you like?”

You rolled your eyes at his playful smirk.

“You’re terrible at guessing games, both answers are wrong”

“Uh-huh, sure. I just watched you stumble all the way here” his chuckle was painfully teasing.

“If that’s the case then you’re drunk, because I absolutely did not”

“Alright, show me” he raised his brows and pointed towards you with his chin, confusing you.

“Show you what?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Show me you can walk in a straight line”

“Fine, i’ll prove you wrong” stubbornly, you walked up next to him and proceeded to walk over the sand as perfectly as you could, counting your steps. When you reached ten steps, you turned around and raised your eyebrows at him. His lips turned into a straight line, and a second later he started laughing.

“Hey! What are you laughing at?!”

“You should’ve seen the way you walked! It’s like you just learned how to do it!”

“Okay then you do it mister stone cold sober!”

He bit the tip of his tongue in derision before taking a drag of his cigarette.

“Watch and learn sweetheart” you pulled a face, mocking him.

Crossing your arms, you watched as he walked away and counted his steps. One, two, three, four, five, a stumble… You snorted, but he ignored it and kept going. He turned around and pretended like he had just done the most graceful catwalk on the planet.

“What the hell was that?!” this time it was your laugh that ringed out in the open.

“What you couldn’t do five seconds ago, clearly”

“You literally just stumbled”

He grimaced and shook his head.

“I absolutely did not” he repeated what you had said earlier, even imitating your tone.

“Wolfwood!”

“Ooh, you used my last name!” an annoying grin shone in his face.

“This is literally what you looked like”

Your eyes fixed on the trail his shoes had left in the sand, you walked over it and counted your steps again. This time, you pretended to stumble on number five. Except that at number five instead of pretending you actually did sprain your ankle.

“Woah!” Nicholas quickly caught you in his arms, your fingers grasping his shoulders. “Listen I may be a bit inebriated but I’m sure that’s not what I looked like.”

Your eyes looked up to meet with his, and when you did you found them just centimeters away from yours. It did not take long for your cheeks to catch a bright peach color and your heartbeat to pick up an accelerated pace, staring into his never ending black pupils that seemed to dilate for a second. He licked his lower lip before showing you that heart-stopping crooked smirk of his.

“I insist, if you do see anything you like you can just let me know”

You gulped.

“Nicholas D. Wolfwood, are you flirting with me?” you attempted to sound teasing, but your voice came out in a whisper.

“What if I was?” You inhaled sharply when you felt his his fingers gripping your waist a bit harder to keep you in place.

“I think I’d like that”

“Yeah?” his eyes flickered to your lips and back.

“Yeah”

Wolfwood didn’t need to hear anything else to close the gap between your mouths and place an intense kiss against your lips. You almost swore the sensation of his lips on yours ignited your chest like he had done with his cigarette just minutes ago, which had now been left forgotten in the sand. Forgotten like everything and everyone else around you. His arms brought you closer to him and your fingers traveled up to the back of his head, where you gripped his black hair passionately. You broke the kiss for a second to grab air, but he immediately took the chance to kiss you again. His tongue explored yours, he tasted like minted tobacco, and if it had been possible to get drunk off it instead of the alcohol that ran in your veins you would’ve gladly taken the chance. This time, he was the one that pulled away from your lips, allowing you to breathe again. The only thing that flashed through your head right then was a silent prayer to remember this kiss the next morning when you woke up.

[devils-dares]

i’m a sucker for sunshine reader and frank bye😫 i need more

this is not-so-secretly my favorite version of frank to write. here's some slice of life headcanons!

frank definitely gives you too much leeway with how everything goes. he comes home to a different apartment entirely as far as interior goes everytime he leaves.

you stay good on your promise to bedazzle one of his guns, he comes home to find a silver and black bedazzled gun with a smiley skull on the handle

he learns how to enjoy the simple things again. taking you to the park, to fairs and dates, he loves showing you off.

more on you, his photo album is filled with pictures of you in the brightest outfits and the biggest smiles. sometimes when he's away and life gets too tough, he comes back to those pictures and even calls you just to hear your voice.

he thinks you're the most magical thing ever. he swears to you that when you patch him up, he heals faster, but you tell him that he just likes it when your hands are on him. he laughs and nods, pulls you close and peppers your face with kisses.

you collect shot glasses from everywhere you go, so he's come home from trips with little glasses wrapped in protective layers. he came home in the middle of the night one time and handed you a shot glass that read 'welcome to paradise!' with palm trees on it before he passed out, slumped at your feet.

he'll never say, but he can't say no to you. no matter how ridiculous your request is, he'll let you do it. you wanted to learn how to wax your eyebrows to save money, so you asked to practice on him. the next time he visited curtis he was laughed at for about fifteen minutes, you'd taken off half his left eyebrow.

oftentimes, you ask him to help rearrange things when he's home or grab things from high places. you then make a stupid joke like "if only the punisher's enemies could see him now." he laughs and kisses you on the cheek.

[unhappy-last-resort]

Sneak Peaks & Snippets

Here are some snippets from a few drafts I have. All yandere, of course, and featuring Punishing: Gray Raven, Path To Nowhere, Love and Deepspace, and Genshin Impact.

Keep in mind all of these are wips and will change in the final result, I am also not certain when these will be finished. Regardless, I hope you enjoy these little sneak peaks!

Warnings: mentions of blood, yandere

Edit: I went back through and labeled each snippet along with the fandom it belongs to

You didn't expect Gray Raven to track you down after a mere two hours and demand an explanation out of you, only to then immediately join you and adamantly refuse any and all attempts to persuade, or force them to turn back.

Bad Decisions (Bianca, Punishing: Gray Raven)

It's been 30 hours since you all defected from Babylonia. You simply couldn't stand with Babylonia after they sent a small, yet sizeable amount of Purifying Force and Task Force members to conduct a search through one of the Forsaken's smaller camps. People were hurt, Constructs killed, Forsaken soldiers taken to Babylonia under arrest. Suffice to say, it was a mess and an unjustified one in your opinion. So you left.

"We're Gray Raven." Lucia told you resolutely, her twin tails billowing in the wind behind her, a fire alight in her red eyes that was reflected in the coolness of Lee's and the earnestness of Liv's. "Whatever we face, we face together. And we will face it with you, and only you."

Terror carried your legs through the fresh snow, occasionally slipping on wet leaves, or tripping over a root, but you didn't fall and as long as you didn't, you still had a chance to live.

Unnamed (Noan, Punishing: Gray Raven)

You pulled the trigger, a loud bang ringing endlessly in your ears without the added ear protection you usually wore and in an instant the shadow started moving towards you. As the shadow became more and more pronounced, to the point you could see two golden eyes fixated on you, you turned and ran.

The pines around you became blurs of brown, green, and white as you ran down a hill. You could still hear it behind you, twigs snapping loudly and leaves rustling as your pursuer ran after you. Your breath came in little puffs of white smoke as your throat felt dry from the frigid air. You had to keep running no matter what, but how long can you run for? Can you outrun a wolf?

Your foot catches and unlike the previous times, you can't catch yourself in time. You think you hear something behind you, a low, pleased rumble closing in. You tumble forward, your head hitting a rock buried beneath the snow as your body hits trees and debris at random until you finally fall into a soft patch of snow at the bottom of the hill.

Disoriented, you try to stand only to fall to your knees, the world leaving afterimages of it as you move your head, your brain still spinning from the fall, but amidst your haze, you see the wolf rapidly declining, seemingly faster than before. As you were about to lift your gun, the wolf comes closer and through blankets of snow, reveals a pale face with grey hair with two strands of white in the front, and golden eyes peering through a pair of old glasses on his nose.

You breath a sigh of relief and you're about to fling yourself forward into his arms and whisper how glad you are that he's safe into his ear when you notice the streaks of red and vital fluid splattered across his face and staining his clothes.

“I missed you.” She whispered so quietly as if it was a secret that should be kept only between the two of you. She pulled you tightly into an embrace, her arms nestling so firmly around your shoulders that you wouldn't be able to pull away. “You have no idea how much I've missed coming home to you.”

Unnamed (Angell, Path To Nowhere)

Her breath smelled like the cup noodle chicken she had stored in her safe house when you there. It made your heart flutter softly at the familiarity of it.

Despite the circumstances of your first meeting, it had blossomed into something greater, into something you looked back on with a sense of fondness, although you'd still prefer to never be in such circumstances again- even if it was with her. You returned her hug, relishing in the feeling of being able to touch her after months and months of dreaming about it. “I missed you too.”

She pulls away, just enough so she can tilt your face up at her, her eyes scanning yours with an uncanny eagerness swirling behind her eyes, in contrast to her usual sluggish nature. “You have?”

“Of course I have, Angell!” You barely stifle a giggle. “You just went and disappeared for so long I thought you-”

Something cold and hard latches around your wrists, squeezing around the bones painfully. You look down to find your wrists bound in the red handcuffs that were hanging of her belt loop, you slowly raised your eyes to meet hers, a small, fond smile was the only difference in her expression as she traces the outline of your jaw with her gloved hand.

“Angell? What's this for?” You shuddered as memories and feelings started coming back to you, the ones you had forgotten or overlooked in your blind desire for nostalgia. The dread, the confusion, the smell of iron that would waft through the door with her like in announcement of her presence and would cling to her clothes as if it had been baked into the very material itself.

“Shhhh...” You could feel the cool leather of her gloves on your hands, her thumb rubbing circles into the back of your hand. “It's alright, I'm taking you home now.”

At once, the warmth you had felt in her presence turned cold, the golden hues of her eyes that you had found comfort in had become something sinister and possessive, your bedroom suddenly feeling far too small to escape from the danger now inside it. Perhaps this had always been the case, perhaps she was always this frightening and you had simply ignored it in favor of something softer and kinder.

“I assume this seat is free?” He asks as he lowers himself onto the bar stool. Not like I would stop him even if my friends were here.

Unnamed (Sylus, Love and Deepspace)

“Hey.” A deep voice sounds in my ear and echoes through my bones, giving me a heart attack. I jerk away from the voice and make sure to give the stranger a what-the-fuck-is-wrong-with-you face. He's tall, got white hair, I'm almost certain it's pure white, and his coat tossed over his shoulder and a red button-up on with some pattern on it I can't fully make out. His collar and a couple buttons below it are unbuttoned though, can't say I blame him. Even I had to take off my cardigan after a few minutes of being in here. He's muscular, probably the type that likes to lift weights for fun- Oh, he's leaning towards me again. The fuck does he want?

“Yeah.” I turn my attention back to the rows of glasses and alcohol behind the bar. I'm tempted to drink something heavy, very tempted, but I have to look out for myself here. I check my phone, 12:00 A.M., the next bus is at 12:30 and the last bus is at 2:30 and it stops right outside the bar. Just a little bit more and then I'll be able to go home, put on my PJ's and rewatch my favorite show for the hundredth time...maybe I'll order some pizza to go with it.

“Waiting on friends?” The stranger asks sounding half curious and half bored, mostly bored.

I laugh with a grimace. “Yeah.” It's not technically a lie, and besides, I was taught to never divulge details to a stranger, especially in these parts of the city.

There's a moment of silence from the stranger and I breath a sigh of relief that he's not pressing on it.

“Did you come for the band?” He rests his arms on the bar and looks at me, though he doesn't look like he cares if I answer or not.

“Yeah, my friends have been following this band for a while.” I click my tongue and take a sip of my water. “They were real excited about it.”

He raises a brow and cocks his head to the side, not unlike a cat finding something interesting. “Were?”

Oops.

“Yeah, uh- they are! I just misspoke earlier.” I laugh it off with a smile. Hopefully that's enough to cover for my screw up. Damn it, I just wanna go home.

He nods and looks away for a moment, and I assume the conversation is done until he looks at me again and leans towards me. “My name's Sylus.” He reaches out a hand, again though, he doesn't look like he's expecting much of anything.

Inwardly, he hesitated. The uncertainty he had felt- had always felt- about this plan of his had come center stage and was impossible to deny. Was it right to cage a dove that had already been caged before? Was it right to keep a dove hidden in the confines of a household after it had already escaped another? Was it right to stab them where someone else had stabbed before?

Unnamed (Lyney, Genshin Impact)

Your sweet face, usually adorned in cautious smiles and thinly veiled curiosity, was contorted into a silent scream of agony. Your eyes brimmed with tears, your lips were shut tight but trembling, your eyebrows furrowed into something between anger and sadness.

Outwardly, though, he was already by your side, whispering practiced words of comfort that sounded genuine to anyone else, but he knew that you knew how hollow they actually were, but he pretended you didn't. If he set this dove free, who's to say someone else won't come find them? Trap them against their will and break their wings to splinters? At least if he has to break them- if you push him to break them, he'll be gentle with it, and isn't that better than someone else? Than the unknown?

He thought so, at least he hoped it was so.

“Yes, and you're required to have a commandant.” He pauses as he finishes typing something on his terminal. “You're allowed to request who.” At that, Chrome finally looks up at him, his eyes as blue as the ocean which only hints at how deep it goes, yet never revealing what lies inside. It was as though he already knew what his answer was going to be.

Unnamed (Camu, Punishing: Gray Raven)

Camu sniffs and rolls his shoulders, his artificial muscles straining against his harness as if he could smell the battle from Babylonia. “A new mission, huh.”

Camu nods, not bothering to hide his glee as a smile creeping onto his face. He'll finally get to see you again, and not just passing each other in hallways, or briefly catching site of each other while waiting for your respective transport ships this time, he'll be able to talk to you again, to hear your voice, watch all your expressions and mannerisms. Hell, he might even be able to touch you again, he still occasionally feels the ghostly sensation of warmth on his hand even after all this time, the warmth your mitochondria orchestrates as your blood busily works to keep you alive, it's your warmth. It made him almost giddy to finally be able to make good on that promise of yours and touch more of you, perhaps even be able to taste you if he got lucky.

Chrome hesitates briefly, and for a split second, a ripple is seen in the usually ever calm ocean, but before Camu has the chance to linger on it, he curtly nods instead. “Good luck on your mission.” It's as affirmative and steadfast as it always is when Chrome bids him good luck.

“Thanks.” He nods before heading towards the disinfectant zone. The cautious side of him thinks that he should be wary, but the rest of him is undecided.

He looked like he had stepped out of a book with his creamy white tailcoat, jabot collar, and golden accents throughout his outfit. It made you feel a little plain in yours by comparison.

Ocean's Longing (Chrome, Punishing: Gray Raven)

"Commandant." His voice was low and crystalline, it made the air around you shudder like the tap of a knife rang through a line of crystal glasses. His voice wasn't loud enough for any other party goer to notice, but you heard him as clearly as if it was just the two of you here. A pocket dimension where only you two existed. "You hadn't told me you'd come."

"I didn't think you'd be here." You respond quietly, staring at the marble floor. You wondered if it was real or not. "...This didn't seem like your type of thing."

"You're not wrong." He took a step forward, his navy blue shoes coming into your vision. "I'm not very fond of this environment."

A warm breath fans against your ear, sending goosebumps over your skin with each whispered syllable. "I happen to have a place of retreat, if you'd like."

You wonder what people would think if they saw the son of one of the most powerful individuals in Babylonia whispering in the ear of some commandant. Something scandalous, no doubt.

"Won't people notice your absence?" You glance at a nearby group of officers, all smiles as they're engrossed in conversation with one another.

Chrome's lack of response prompts you to look at him again. He has an unreadable expression on his face again, a look you've gradually become more familiar with recently.

He shakes his head, but offers no explanation, instead he offers you his hand. You take it.

[s1m0nth3swag]

I just finished a whole ass oneshot (follow me on Ko-Fi for updates :p) and Tumblr decided to fuck me over by not letting me post it

I forgot that they apparently don't allow me to import 2.8k words

Sigh

[lady-phasma]

Requests open for Daemon Targaryen, Feyd-Rautha, and IWTV. Asks open for all listed and Doctor Who.

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[mordredisacoolname]

DAREDEVIL CHARACTERS AMD WHERE THEY LIKE TO KISS YOU

MALE/GN READER

characters: Matt Foggy Karen Frank Elektra Claire Wesley Dex Rahul

CW: slight suggestive content

MATT- neck. He likes feeling your pulse and warmth on his lips.

FOGGY- cheek and arm, he likes saying he's a gentleman.

KAREN- she likes kissing your nose. It's a cute gesture she prefers.

FRANK- neck. He likes leaving a lot of kisses and marks.

ELEKTRA- your lower stomach and chest. It's very intimate and a lot of space to kiss. She also likes teasing you.

CLAIRE- upper back and spine. She likes surprising you from behind and wrapping her hands around your torso.

WESLEY- lips. He likes holding your face/neck and gently buy deeply kiss you.

DEX- lower back. Kisses you while you lay on your stomach and goes up to your jaw.

RAHUL- lives for forehead kisses. Never fails to do so before work. It's sweet and affectionate.

[anna-hawk]

Pairing: Frank Castle x GN!Reader Fandom: The Punisher Rating: E 🔞 Word Count: 3637

Summary: You shouldn't have tried Frank's patience.

Warning/Tags: Dom!Frank – Sub!Reader – Established relationship – Brat taming – sex toys – thigh riding – Safe Sane and Consensual – Punishment – Suit kink

A/N: All I'm going to say is that I blame thank @slavic-empress for this. She sent me a very specific picture and my brain broke 😝 Header by @darlingshane, who always knows what I want with just the smallest details 🧡

Read it on AO3

“Okay, we’re here. Now what do you gotta say for yourself?” 

Frank briskly walks into the apartment and sits down on the couch. He lifts a foot to the pillow and observes you intently as you come to stand before him.

You cross your arms under your chest and lift a mocking brow at him. 

“Whatever do you mean?”

“What I mean? Maybe you actin’ like a fuckin’ brat all night ‘n testin’ my patience? Ring a bell?” He growls, tone unimpressed as his dark eyes run over your body. 

You raise your chin defiantly and smirk. 

“What else was I supposed to do when you barely paid any attention to me? I had to entertain myself, right?”

“Oh yeah? So flirting with those men was entertainin’, huh?”

“Well… what really was, was watching you try to keep control while I did it.” 

Frank’s jaw works while his nostrils flare as he tries to fight his irritation. 

“You do remember that we were there for a reason and that I had to make nice with some people.” 

“Oh sure,” you mutter with a displeased twist to your mouth. “For Karen. You’d do anything for Karen, after all.”

Frank sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Please don’t tell me you’re jealous. You know there’s nothin’ between us.”

“I know that. Doesn’t change the fact that you always do whatever she asks, but when I ask something,” you let your voice drop off meaningfully and shrug. 

Frank rolls his eyes at your tone, but chuckles. 

“I see… Tryna get back at me for not fuckin’ you in the restroom like you wanted to?” Frank gets up from the couch and puts his hands in his pants’ pockets as he comes to stand before you. 

You huff as heat runs down your spine and between your legs at the reminder of how much you’d wanted him earlier. Now. You let your eyes trail over him, like you’d done all evening. Karen had invited you and Frank to a charity gala tonight, and you'd both dressed up to the nines for the occasion. And Frank looked – looks – simply incredible. He’s wearing a dark blue pinstripe suit, the thin lines red, and a black and white striped shirt with a dark gray tie. The hair on top of his head is artfully tousled, while his face shows the slightest bit of scruff. You’re used to Frank dressing casually; denims, a Henley, and plaid shirts being his go-to clothes. You love them on him, there’s no denying that. Seeing him wearing this kind of more formal attire, however, the eternal – as sexy as they are on him – combat boots gone to be replaced by a pair of shiny loafers is taking your brain – and other parts – to a different level. How could you resist him? Or resist the temptation to have him ravish you looking like this? You’d sidled up to him after an hour of mingling, whispering into his ear that you wanted to go to your knees and suck him off right there. Frank, who’d been having an animated conversation – argument – with Matt Murdock, had gritted his teeth and gently tried to tell you that now wasn’t the time. You’d rolled your eyes and only absently noticed Matt’s reddening face before you’d found a mutual friend of yours and Karen and talked to her. You’d tried your luck a little later and even gotten Frank to follow you to the restrooms as you’d pretended to want to freshen up a little. Frank hadn’t played into it, only kissing you lingeringly before returning to the main room. That’s when you’d started wildly flirting with every good-looking man present. 

“And you thought you’d be gettin’ away with it? No consequences at all?” 

You shiver at the veiled threat. Desire sparking in your center. One of his hands moves up to cup your chin, tilting it in such a way that you have no choice but to meet his gaze. 

“Think I asked you a question, Sweetheart.” Frank's voice is deceptively calm.

You swallow, your next breath catching in your throat. 

“No, Sir.”

“So you knew that you'd be punished and still acted like that?” He pauses briefly as he leans in until you're practically nose to nose. “Or were you hoping for it?”

“Maybe?” You hedge, as you bite your lower lip, realizing that you have absolutely no idea what Frank's intentions might be. It's turning you on, but you also know that he's going to make sure that you’ve learned your lesson. 

“Maybe,” he repeats without inflection to his tone. He takes a few steps away from you and observes you calmly, his cool gaze assessing. “Strip and wait by the couch.”

You watch Frank exit the living room and consider, for the briefest of moments, to not do as asked… commanded. Your fingers move to your clothes a second later, though, as you try to figure out what Frank’s going to do to you. Once you’re naked, you put your hands behind your back and link the fingers of one hand around the other wrist to stop yourself from fidgeting. Your back straightens when Frank walks into the room again, a bottle of lube in one hand and in the other-

“No,” you gasp, your eyes riveted to the item in Frank’s other hand. “No, Frank, please. Not that.” 

Frank ignores you and places the lube next to him as he sits down on the couch again. 

“Frank,” you repeat, your voice going higher.

He continues to ignore you as he busies himself with the other object, fixing it around his thick thigh. It looks obscene against his impeccable suit. Frank hasn’t even removed his jacket, the buttons still closed, as if he could stand and walk out the door any second. Once he’s done, he leans back against the couch, legs spread and posture utterly relaxed. You worry your lower lip with your teeth as you’re unable to take your eyes away from Frank’s thigh. 

“Fra-”

“Isn’t that what you wanted? To fuck me in that suit?” 

You lick your dry lips and nod before shaking your head with a whimper. 

“I want you. Not… That,” you can’t stop the sulky way the last part comes out. 

“Oh, baby, then maybe you should’ve thought things through before messin’ with me, hm? Brats don’t get to have the real thing.” Frank’s head slightly moves from side to side as he smirks and runs the tip of his tongue over his front teeth. 

“I’m sorry, okay? I – please? You’re so big and hot and that thing isn’t. I wanna feel you so bad,” you plead, taking a step between his legs to kneel in front of him. 

“I know you do. That’s why you’re not gettin’ it. But hey, look, I’m not that mean, I brought the warming lube you love so much.” His smug smirk widens in satisfaction as he watches you realize that he’s found the perfect way to punish you. 

Frank opens the bottle and pours a nice amount onto the thick, black dildo that’s attached to his thigh by a large strap. Fuck, as much as you’ve enjoyed that toy before, you hate it right now. You crave to have Frank inside you, feel him stretch you, and you know that, warm lube or not, the toy won’t feel anything like him. 

“Saddle up, Sweetheart.” 

With one last attempt to sway Frank, you let your hands slide up his thighs, making sure to bypass the toy as you do so, and reach for his crotch. Frank shuts his fingers around your wrists in an unrelenting grip, the pressure tight around your skin. You gasp loudly and snap your eyes to his, shivering at the warning in them. Swallowing hard, you finally rise to your feet and gingerly straddle the thigh with the toy on it. 

“There we go, baby, there we go,” Frank rumbles in satisfaction as he watches you get into position. “Now, show me how you get yourself nice n' ready for me.” He holds out the bottle and lifts an expectant eyebrow at you.

You obediently stick out a hand for him to drizzle some of the lube over your palm. It has a warm fragrance to it. Frank's remark about you loving it had been accurate. You much prefer it when you're using it while you're riding him, though. With a sigh, you spread the thick liquid over your fingers, determined to try to lure Frank into giving in to you by putting on the best show possible for him. 

You sensually slide your hand down your body, leaving a faint trail of warmth at the touch of the lube on your skin, then dip between your legs, your eyes never leaving Frank's as you do so. One of Frank's arms is spread over the back of the couch, while the other one is bent to allow his fingers to rest against his lips as he observes you, expression unreadable to your great frustration. No matter, you rub two fingers against yourself, a sigh of pleasure escaping you. 

“Imagine, this could be you,” you moan as you slip a finger inside you, followed by a second one soon after. “You'd fill me so good, make me scream… Isn't that what you love most, Frank? Make me scream. Fuck me so hard and good that my throat is sore when you're done with me.”

Frank's hard now, that much is clear from how his dick is pushing against the tight material of his dress pants. You also know that Frank can hold out forever, meaning that as long as he hasn't acted, nothing's won for you. 

Frank chuckles, a deep and amused laugh. He shakes his head and smirks. 

“I dunno if I should let you continue to try to get me to fuck you, or if I should tell you to save it, cause it's not gonna happen.”

You groan, in despair this time, and rub over your flesh, right where you need it the most, to compensate for the lack of his touch. 

“None of that.” Frank swats away your wandering hand. “Only said to get yourself ready, nothin’ else.” 

“Fuck you,” you bite out before you’re able to catch yourself, and stare at Frank with wide eyes once the words have left your mouth. 

His eyes darken and his jaw clenches. 

“Don’t try me again, Sweetheart. Think you did enough for tonight.”

You nod quickly, and Frank relaxes again. 

“Now, show me how good you can ride my thigh.” 

Moving over the toy, you slowly sink onto it, biting your lower lip as you whimper when it breaches you. 

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s it,” Frank croons as he watches you like a hawk. 

Once you’re fully seated, you slowly circle your hips to get used to the toy and gasp at the warm feeling procured by the lube and how the dildo rubs inside you. You’d have hoped to at least have Frank’s hands on you once the toy's inside you, but he strategically keeps them on the back of the couch, nothing but his legs touching you. You begin moving up and down, sighing at the drag of the toy against your walls. It's not Frank's cock, but it still feels good to be filled. Frank hums contentedly as you push up and down, your ass bouncing against his covered thigh, while the lube makes a squelching sound each time you lower yourself completely. 

Your hands remain on your thighs as you work yourself on the toy, your fingers twitching as you moan. You want more, though. You need to feel Frank under your hands and reach out for his shoulders. Frank won't let you, however. He catches your wrists and holds them together in front of you in one of his large palms when you try to touch him. Understanding his refusal, you try to pull your hands back, but Frank doesn't let you do that either. He cocks his head at you with a tiny smirk, his other arm still on the couch. You resume your movements, your balance slightly off now that Frank's holding your hands out before you, forcing your thighs to work harder. Panting in effort, you stare at Frank with glassy eyes, setting out to give him what he wants; what you need. His other hand finally leaves the couch and comes to rest on your hip, gripping your skin there. You shiver at his burning touch and cry out sharply when you raise your hips, only for him to suddenly use his grip on you to make you slam down on the dildo. He guides you wordlessly, eyes burning into yours and traveling over your body with unbridled lust. Ecstatic to finally see more than a halfway neutral expression, you let Frank do as he pleases. It isn't a hardship anyway, having his hands on you is firing up your senses. 

“Keep going,” Frank growls before he lets go of your hip to lift that hand and use it to tweak one of your nipples. The pleasurable pain shoots through you like a lightning bolt, making you cry out at the same time your back bows inwards. 

To your surprise, Frank doesn't leave the sweet torture at that and leans in to capture your other nipple with his mouth. The sharpness of his teeth makes itself known as he tugs on your nipple with them, before he harshly sucks on the abused flesh. He only does that for a short amount of time since he still has a hold on your wrists, and his closeness stops you from really moving your hips. Instead, he leans back again and watches you intently. A moment later, he brings two fingers down on a nipple. Hard. You jerk and scream at the sharp sting, your hips falling off their rhythm. 

“Please touch me, Frank. I can't come like this,” you cry, the attack in your skin and senses driving you wild but leaving you unable to come anyway. 

“Then you better work harder, baby, cause I ain't helpin' ya.”

You wail in despair and frustration, hanging your head as you work your legs faster, grind down harder. You lean forward to get the toy to rub where you need it most, but shit, it's just not enough. 

“Please, Frank. I need you… something, just-”

“Know you can do it, Sweetheart. Work that gorgeous body like when you're riding my dick. Always takin' me down to the hilt, like you're fuckin' made for me.”

“Cause I am. I'm yours. Only yours, Frank,” you babble as you bounce faster on top of him.

“Tha's right. Fuckin' mine. Mine to watch and see you gettin' off on my thigh. No one else gets to see you like that.” Frank highlights those words with a resounding smack to your ass, the sound sharp compared to your delirious moans, the gesture making the toy jiggle inside you.

“Oh fuck, yes!” Your legs begin to shake with the effort to keep going, but it's finally here, the tingling sensation of your orgasm.

“Look at me,” Frank orders, making you realize that you had closed your eyes at some point, and open them again. “You're comin' for me, don't you forget that. Your pleasure's mine and I wanna see all of it.”

You can only nod, wide-eyed, as you barrel over the edge at his words. You're his. Only his. Like he is yours. A keen of utter bliss leaves your mouth as you convulse on top of him, your burning legs giving out at last, and making you fully sink onto the toy while your hips keep spasming. Only Frank's hand on your wrists keeps you from falling into him. You gasp and pant, noticing that your release and the lube are drenching his clothes as you look down. Embarrassment and satisfaction mingle at the sight.

“You did good, Sweetheart, so good.” Frank stares at you with hunger. 

Your face forms a small, proud smile. Frank lets go of your hands, and you feel him unbuckling the strap of the dildo. You gingerly lift your hips and slip off his thigh to end on your knees before Frank. From this close, you can see the stains on Frank's clothes even better. Still in a haze, you watch Frank fully take off the dildo from his thigh and look at it before his eyes fall on you again. 

“Open up,” he tells you, his voice raspy but steady. 

You eye the toy, shiny from a mix of lube and yourself, and do as told, your mouth opening wide. Frank hums in satisfaction and pushes the toy between your lips. You groan at the taste and fight to close your eyes, intent to catch each of Frank’s expressions. A new wave of excitement runs through you as you see him finally opening his pants and taking himself out. He slowly strokes his cock and smirks when you whimper with need. He takes the toy out of your mouth and tosses it to the side carelessly. You lick your lips in anticipation as Frank stands, already shuffling on your knees to get in the best position. Frank huffs out a small laugh. 

“You really think you gonna get to have my dick tonight?”

Your gaze quickly goes to his as understanding hits you. 

“But… I did good, you said.”

“And you did, Sweetheart. Real good. But what kinda punishment would it be if I gave you what you want? You can count yourself lucky that I allowed you to come, don’t you think?” 

You suck in your lower lip as you listen, and nod. 

“Thank you, Sir,” you whisper. 

Frank hums, pleased, and strokes a thumb over your lips. 

“So good for me now, Baby.” 

He pushes your lip down, and you automatically open your mouth enough for Frank to slip his thumb inside and press onto your tongue. You groan and suck on the digit, your eyes going to what his other hand is doing; reaching down on the couch for the lube. He uncaps the bottle and pours a large dollop onto the length of his cock. He snaps it shut and chucks the bottle back to the couch. Since he’s standing right before you, his cock is just there in front of you. Frank groans as he coats his full length with the gel, seemingly enjoying the warmth of it like you had. 

“Hands on your thighs,” Frank rumbles, his nostrils flaring with lust.

Doing as told, you feel his thumb vanish from your mouth, only to be replaced by his index and middle finger, both of them slipping over your tongue. You moan as you understand what he wants and begin sucking enthusiastically. Frank grunts and fists himself harder while he finger-fucks your mouth with quick movements. You can’t get enough of watching him like that, standing still fully dressed in that neat suit, and wildly stroking his gorgeous, rock-hard cock. You don’t hesitate to accommodate the third finger that Frank pushes against your lips, opening your mouth wider and feeling your drool running over the sides of your chin. Frank curses loudly as he makes you choke after he's gone for the back of your throat. You keep going, sucking and moaning wantonly around his fingers, wanting to see him come so badly. It doesn’t take him long after that, and you sigh and whimper in satisfaction as he comes in thick spurts all over your chest. 

He pants loudly as he watches you through heavily lidded eyes and gently pulls out his fingers. Your jaw is slightly sore since his fingers are on the thicker side, but you welcome the burn gladly, pleased that you helped get him off despite not touching him at all. Frank cups your chin and wipes at the trails of spit on it with a small grin. After he's put himself back into his pants and closed them, Frank bends down while simultaneously tilting your head up with two fingers under your chin. He kisses you slowly, almost chastely, before he straightens. 

“Come on, Sweetheart. Let's get you cleaned up.” Frank takes you by an elbow and helps you stand. Which you are glad for, as you realize just how wobbly your legs still are. 

You don't miss the smug smile on Frank's face, but only roll your eyes good-naturedly. You can tell that the scene is over, since Frank only chuckles at your reaction and kisses your temple as he pulls you against his side. 

He leads you to the bathroom and turns on the shower before turning towards you again. You watch him silently as he finally takes off the suit, mindful of putting each article of clothing back on their respective hangers. 

“I don't know if I'm happy or disappointed to see it gone,” you muse, once Frank's fully naked before you and you let your eyes trail over him. 

Frank laughs but doesn't comment, choosing to tug you into the shower with him. You sigh happily as he washes your hair and body, and embraces you while kissing you slowly. 

“Make sure to tell Karen that we'll be there for any other of those galas or whatnot things,” you intone as you're lying in bed with your head on Frank's chest some thirty minutes later. 

“Are you tellin' me that you didn't learn your lesson tonight?” Frank questions after a beat of silence, voice carefully neutral again. 

You smile to yourself.

“What can I say? Sometimes I need a little reminder for things to sink in completely.”

“Fuckin’ brat,” Frank growls before he wrestles you to your back and kisses away your laugh, his lips pulled up as well. 

[kitasuno]

to be loved is to be known | suna rintarou x reader

you're in love with suna. you think suna's in love with someone else. he's not.

slight angst, happy endings, and miscommunications atsumu is sexy reader is gn wc: 1481

It is dusk and warm and just barely humid when you realize you don’t know Suna Rintarou at all. 

You know that Suna likes chuupets and volleyball and his dingy digital camera with the cracked screen. His left eye twitches slightly when he lies, he always ties his right shoe before his left, and he keeps forgetting to buy pencil lead despite preferring mechanical pencils over traditional. He likes the rain. Can’t bite into ice cream. Wool scarves over fleece, seven followers on his private Twitter, and is always late because he likes feeding the stray cats in the alley next to the Family Mart with the good sausages. 

What you didn’t know is that Suna Rintarou is in love. You find out from Kita Shinsuke, who tells Aran after practice, a conversation not meant for your ears but gracing them nonetheless as you stand before the entrance to the gymnasium. You feel a dryness in your throat and a sting in your eyes as Kita shares that Suna is not only in love but had confessed to someone. Maybe it’s your divine punishment for eavesdropping. Maybe it’s rotten luck. Because, coincidentally, and horribly so, you’ve been in love with Suna Rintarou ever since you met him. 

So when Suna walks up from behind you, back from the vending machine, and asks you why you’re lingering outside and staring at Kita with that look on your face, you lie. 

“I have a crush on Shinsuke.” You blurt out. 

He blinks. Once. Twice. And stares. 

The longer Suna stares at you under the grey, purplish-pinkish sky with his hands shoved into his pockets and his left eye twitching, you realize you don’t know him at all. Because Suna, in all his indifference and nonchalance, looks hurt. You see something flit beneath his eyes, but you’ve never been good at reading people. So you settle on the idea that it’s something less than betrayal but more than indifference, and you don’t know why your heart’s beating so fast and sinking, pitter pattering and twisting in your stomach. 

You feel sick. 

“You like Kita-san,” He says, and it comes out as a statement, not a question. He blinks a third time, and as the look in his eyes disappears as quickly as it came, you decide you much prefer the hurt or the discomfort or the something over the blank apathy that he’s looking you over with now. “You have a crush on Kita… Shinsuke.” He finishes, and you can’t hear the bitterness in his voice over the shrill of your heart. 

You’ve always liked Suna’s eyes but tonight you like the pavement more, and as you stare a hole into the concrete beneath you, you ignore how your feet are fidgeting and your palms are sweaty and how Rintarou is hovering over you. 

“Mhm,” You squeak, tearing your eyes from the asphalt with the cracks and an ugly pill-bug on the ground. As you look up to grey eyes and dark hair, you wish that loving Suna Rintarou was harder. 

“I’m, uh, I’m going to tell Shinsuke tomorrow.” You say, Shinsuke’s name foreign on your tongue compared to the warmth and honey that Rintarou’s tastes like. I’m in love with you and this is a bad idea, you think. I like you, not Kita, is what you don’t say. Instead, and arguably worse, is the mention of Miya Atsumu’s name. “Atsumu gave me the confidence to confess!” 

Suna pauses. 

“Atsumu told you to?” He asks, and it’s the most bewildered you’ve heard him in a while.

A glance at his phone. Hands that emerge from his pockets. If you weren’t so preoccupied with the concrete you would have seen the twitch of his fingers and the tightening of his jaw as he opens Line. You nod dimly. 

“Okay,” is what he says, and you feel your heart in your stomach again. You look up. “Okay.” He repeats again. 

And maybe it’s the hurt that stings in your chest from Rintarou being so okay with you (hypothetically) being in love with Kita Shinsuke that pushes your eyes to water and your mouth to open. 

“Is that it?” You ask. 

A beat of silence. And then, a scoff. 

“Yeah. Congratulations,” Suna says. “Good luck.” 

As dusk turns to nightfall and what was a barely-humid night in July is now overwhelmingly warm and sickly and hot, Rintarou’s gaze is overbearing. And when your eyes start to swim and Suna’s gaze turns to confusion and then realization, you do the only thing you know how to do. You bolt. 

An incessant string of dings. Your lip wobbles under your teeth as you pull out your phone from under your covers. 

from: miya osamu (21:03)  where the fuck did ya go  and whys suna blwoin up my phone

from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:03)  WHYYSS SUNARIN BLOWING UOA PP MY PHONE ??!?@@>>!?>??!??! WHYS HE SAYIN U LIKE KITA-SAN

from: you (21:05) its so over i ran home

from: you (21:05)  i told him i like shinsuke and that i am confessing to kita  tomorrow

amazing perfect miya atsexy and miya osamu are typing…

from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:06)  WHAT

from: miya osamu (21:06) r u fuckin stupid why would ya do that

from: you (21:07) i heard shinsuke tell aran that suna confessed to someone today and then rin came back so i told him i like kita bcuz i panicked and also he cant know i like him right as he’s ginna get BAGGED wait but idk if he got rejected or not WHO AM I KIDDING suna would NOT get rejected LOLOL but anyways i think he knows i like him bcuz i started cryig and then he had this look on his face like he knew i was bullshittin him now venmo me money before i kil msyelf 

from: miya osamu (21:12) yeah he was gonna confess to YOU today

from: you (21:12) ?

from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:12) HOLY MISCOMMUNICATION

from: you (21:18) Wht??

from: miya osamu (21:19) suna was supposed to confess to u today 

from: you (21:21) but shinsuke said rin already confessed

from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:22) why wiud u ever think about takin gossip from KITA SHINSUKE AN WHYD YA BRING ME UP IM GNNA BE STONED AT DAWN

from: miya osamu (21:22) HOORAY !

from: amazing perfect miya atsexy (21:22) SHUDDUP  

You bolt, again, but this time it’s out of your bed, down a flight of stairs, and through your front door. You’re halfway down the street near the Family Mart with the Good Sausages™ when you barrell into someone who smells faintly of blackberries and Suna’s laundry detergent. 

“Excuse me,” You blurt, scrambling away, until you feel a grip on your waist and a familiar shape behind you with a familiar smell and a familiar voice, and Ohmygod, you’re out of breath and close to frantic but Suna Rintarou is holding you steady by your waist, warm and tall and here. 

“Rintar-”

“I like you.”

You feel it more than you hear it- Suna is muffled and quiet as he mumbles into the back of your shoulder, tall frame folded into you. 

“Idiot.” He adds, and you don’t have to turn to know the tips of his ears are pink and his eyebrows are furrowed. “You’re an idiot.” 

It’s twilight, and just-barely humid when you realize that Suna Rintarou knows you. 

Suna knows that you ramble when you’re nervous. He knows that you like the rain and you don’t like humidity. You carry extra lead in your pencil pouch and you like volleyball and stray cats. You can bite into your ice cream. You color coordinate your bookshelves. You don’t have a crush on Kita Shinsuke. 

You don’t know that Suna keeps his digital camera with the shitty cracks because you bought it for him from a shop in Akihabara. You don’t know that Suna leaves his packs of pencil lead at home because leaning over your desk in class and seeing that smile on your face is far more fun. You don’t know that he writes with extra pressure on his worksheets to crack his lead and ask for more. 

You didn’t know that Suna Rintarou is in love with you. 

So he grins into your shoulder and tells you.  

amazing perfect miya atsexy (22:14) 1 Attachment GROSS!!!!!! do NOT start making out at practice or i will RESIGN !!!

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