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luvyeni · 7 months

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WHAT IS UP‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

okay instead of going straight to my request, I’ll ask you some simple talk questions. how was your day today? was it good or bad? why was it bad? what did you do today? did you eat good food today cause i know i did.

ANYWAYS MOVING ON

what about…ghostface!hyunjin from skz and he just stalks poor reader and basically tells her that he can SMELL her arousal through the phone since reader as a mask kink and she thinks having ghostface as her boyfriend is hot, and then he comes out of nowhere and starts teasing her and poor reader is just so shy now that he’s in front of her and he’s like “aw poor baby is shy now that im right here. what happened to all that big talk on the phone?” idk just add whatever you want!

if u don’t wanna do this plot that’s fine!! i just need ghostface jinnie. im really desperate

❛IT’S A SCREAM, BABY!❜ ( h. hyunjin )

💬nias notes: i guess this sorta part of freaktober since its hallowen themed

p. x fem!reader w. 1.7k+

warnings? unprotected sex, knife play, degradation kink, a little blood and fingering

— 𖦹 ( you can’t help but tease the man in the mask, that’s until he catches you ) !

“Did we even learn this?” You read through the notes on your laptop. “This is next week's problem, I can’t.” You closed the laptop, getting up, going downstairs to the kitchen for a snack.

“I need to but more” You took ice cream from the fridge, your phone ringing making you jump. You smiled, knowing it could only be one person calling you. You threw the wrapping away, running back upstairs to your phone.

You reached your room, quickly picking up the. “Hello,” You smiled, even though he couldn’t hear you. “Hello princess.” His voice was distorted, it made your panties soak immediately. “Did you miss me?” You laughed, “Of course I did.”

“Where are you?” He chuckled, “You know it’s not that easy.” He says, “Let’s play a game, you hide, and I try to find you, and you win I don’t slit your throat.” The man in the mask spoke through the phone. “What happens if you win?” You questioned. “Princess, you don’t want to know.”

“What if I don’t want to?” You teased, knowing you shouldn’t provoke him. “Princess, you know how this works.” His voice seemed to get deeper even with the voice modifier. “You don’t have a fucking choice.”

You got up, slipping on your slippers, leaving out the comforts of your own room to go and hide from the masked man. “I’ll give you to the count of 60 find a spot in the house.” You took off as he began to count down.

Finding a spot in a cabinet, you tucked yourself away. “Princess, you’re so predictable, it’s almost adorable how dumb you are.” You whined, he laughed. “Here I come princess.”

“You know it’s not really safe for a pretty girl like you to live in such a big house alone, too many bad men out there.” He spoke. “Like you?” He chuckled. “Yeah, baby like me, but you like me, don’t you?” You hummed. “I do.” You spoke.

“Yeah, I know you do, otherwise you would’ve called the cops by now.” He spoke. “Instead, here you are answering my calls for the 3rd time, you get a kick out of this, nasty girl I can almost smell how aroused you are.”

You felt your breathing pick up, you tried to hold your breath. “You scared princess?” He said. “No baby, I know you, you’re turned on right now.” You shuffled around, it wasn’t much space to move around so your leg was slapping against the cabinet. “No.”

He chuckled, you could hear him scraping his knife against the wall through the phone, turning you on even more — it was sick you knew that this shouldn’t be arousing you the way it is, your panties shouldn’t be sticking to your folds like they were. “Such a shit liar baby, I know what gets those little gears going.”

“I’m not scared.” You kept a brave face, “Because I know you’ll never find me.” You chuckled. “Really princess, you wanna take a chance like that?” You hummed, “Yes, I do.” You spoke. “Oh, princess you really are dumb.” Your thighs clenched together.

You heard a few steps outside of the room you were hiding in, your breath hitched. “Ah baby, I think I found you.” He said, just as you heard the click of the door. “You’re in here aren’t you?” You didn’t say anything. “Where are you princess, let’s make this easy.”

You stayed silent, even when you heard his voice right out of the door, His knife tapping against the door that was keeping your safe. “Hmm, I guess I was wrong baby, guess you really are good at this game.” You heard his feet retreating, then the door closing.

You let out a sigh, this room was no longer safe — you waited another few minutes before quietly climbing out the cabinet, making your way to the door, quietly opening it so you wouldn’t alert the masked man.

Before you walked about the door was slammed in front of you — you gasped at the thud. “Stupid Stupid baby.” You heard a slight glee in his voice. “Now you should’ve known better.” He flipped you around, pressing his cold blade to your neck, you whimpered at the sensation.

“Pl-please don’t hurt me.” He smiled, even though you couldn’t see it through the mask. “Awe poor baby is scared now? Hmm? No that’s not it.” He lightly dragged the knife across your throat, you bit your lip, trying to hide your face. “Awe that’s it, you’re shy.” He chuckled. “Awe poor baby is shy now that I’m right here. what happened to all that big talk on the phone?” He teased.

He dragged the knife to thin strap of your tank top, slicing right through it, repeating on the other side, the flimsy material falling down — your hands flew to cover your boobs. “Move.” He said. “Move your hands pretty, before I cut them.” You slowly moved your hands, letting your boobs freely bounce. “Nice princess, such pretty tits.”

He moved his knife across your boobs, grazing your nipples with the blade. You whimpered, biting your lip. “Keep hiding those pretty nosies baby, i’ll get you to scream for me one way or another.”

He dragged you back to your room, knife pressed against your neck — as well as his hardening cock pressed against your ass, throwing you on the bed, your boobs bouncing upon impact. “You look so scared princess; it’s turning me on.”

He climbed on to the bed, hovering above you — his knife dragged along your stomach until it reached your panties. “No pants, I knew you wanted this my slutty baby.” He chuckled. “Dumb baby likes to be fucked by slashers in masks like a whore.” He cut right through your panties. “You’re sick baby.”

“Pl-please.” You moaned out, he threw the cut panties somewhere — pressing the tip of the blade on your clit, you gasped. “look who wet you are, you shouldn’t be this excited about this, I could easily cut your pretty body.” That just cause slick to stream out on to the blade even more.

“You’re fucking dripping.” He removed the knife from your clit, replacing it with his glove clad finger, rubbing harsh circles. “Th-that feels good.” He pressed the knife against your hip bone. “D-do it.” You said.

He pressed down, you let out a loud moan as the blade pierced your delicate skin. “Fu-fuck.” He watched the blood from the small cut, your cunt clenched around his fingers. “You’re gonna cum?” He laughed. “Me cutting you made your little pussy clench, go ahead and cum.” He curled his fingers, making your eyes roll to back of your head, cumming.

“Nasty baby.” He pulled his fingers out of your cunt, your essence stuck to his finger, tapping on your lips. “Open slut.” He pushed his finger into your, ordering you to suck. “Good whore.” He pulled his fingers out, slapping your face.

He climbed of the bed, getting rid of all his clothes, except the mask. “Th-the mask.” You said, he cocked his head to the side. “Don’t be dumb baby.” He climbed back on the bed, grabbing a hold of your wrist, pinning them down with one hand. “You like this mask anyway, that’s why your dripping like a whore, trying to hump my thigh.” You moved your hips. “Be still.” He warned.

He pulled his under down enough to pull out his hard cock, his mushroom tip red and dripping with cum, veins adorning the sides. “Is this what you want?” He slapped his length against your folds. “Want my cock.” You nodded, whining. “Pl-please.” You begged, “W-wan’ it so bad.”

He slid right in, wasting no time. “Shit.” He cursed. “Tight fucking cunt.” He pulled out, slamming back in. “Fu-fuck!” He began to move, his cock dragging along your walls. “Feels so fucking good, your pussy is soaking my cock.” He grunted.

He began to pick up his pace, slamming into your hole over and over. “Fu-fuck t-too much.” You screamed, trying to wiggle away, but he held your hips, holding you in place. “Don’t run from my cock slut, this is what you wanted.” He pressed the knife against your throat. “You wanted this, too be fucked like a whore.” He growled. “So *thrust* fucking *thrust* take *thrust* it.”

You were a mess, moaning as he fucked you. “Look at you all fucked out, dumb baby.” He said, his cock hitting your cervix. “Soaking up the sheets over a mask, so sick baby.” You moaned. “I-i’m cumming!” You squealed out, the blade cold against your warm skin. “Hold it, i’m not there yet.”

He sped up his movements, fucking into at a almost inhumane pace. Panting as he chased his high. “C-can’t hold it.” You whined. “I said hold it, if you cum I cut your throat.” Shit, that didn’t help at all, in fact it only made you clench around his cock. “Fuck! You’re squeezing my cock.” He grunted. “Fuck i’m gonna cum, gonna let me breed your pretty pussy?” You nodded. “Pl-please.”

He thrusted into your cunt a few more times, spilling his cum into your cunt. “Fuck that’s it, take my cum.” He sighed, he pulled out just to his tip, covering your outside folds in his cum, pushing himself back in. “Keep it inside.”

“Yah, take the mask off now.” You said, reaching for it, he grabbed your wrist. “Please I want to see your face.” You pouted, he let your hands go, reaching for the mask, revealing the raven-haired man, his face was dripping with sweat.

“You okay, pretty girl?” You nodded, he smiled, throwing the mask somewhere, you gasped. “Hey, don’t break it, I paid a lot of money for it.” He scoffed. “Of course, you did, you’re sick baby.” He kissed your lips. “Only I could fall in love with a crazy girl who’s obsessed with ghostface.” He pulled out his now soft cock.

“It’s not like you weren’t turned on either.” You fought back. “You came 3 times as much as you normally do.” He nodded. “Touché baby, it was hot.” He said, “But I can’t promise i’ll use that knife again, don’t wanna hurt your pretty skin like that.”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to.” You said, he helped you get cleaned up, nursing your wound from the blade. “It should clear up in a few days, it wasn’t a deep cut.” He kissed your waist.

He joined you in bed, pulling the the covers over your naked bodies. “Did you like it baby?” You nodded, “You make a good ghostface.” You ran your fingers through his hair. “Only you would say that.” You laughed.

“You know you love me.”

©LUVYENI

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rubyreduji · 8 months

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🧸 first of all, HAPPY RUBYREDUJI DAY??!’ kkbbj?!?!!? secondly, i would like to request an nsfw drabble~ for dino or hoshi with a breeding kink (because im 100% sure these 2 have one) and them being really obsessive in a sense like “you’re mine” typa thing!! like having a quickie after a member’s birthday and you’re just fucking in the car with your formal wear riding dino’s cock, would love how you could write this 👁️ thank you jj if you do my request! 🥰 have a good day hehe

— join the sleepover!! 🧸️

summary: chan loves his friends, he does not love when his friends are all over his girlfriend

tags: smut (minors dni!) warnings: explicit unprotected sex, car sex, rough sex, dom!chan, possession/jealousy, breeding kink, choking wc: 2.1k an: not affiliated w/ misamo but still stream do not touch. i tried to make chan be possessive without being like overly toxic jdfskla i hope it worked

You look good tonight. Too good.

It’s been driving Chan crazy since you two left the house; your figure wrapped in your short, tight satin dress, the maroon color popping against your skin. If it was up to Chan he wouldn’t have even let you leave the bedroom.

Alas, you two had plans and you wouldn't allow Chan to skip his hyung’s birthday party, especially when the hyung is Seungcheol. So here you two are, in the middle of a rented out venue, celebrating Seungcheol’s birthday.

The issue with having you as girlfriend is that all of the boys adore you and Chan…well Chan is unfortunately a very jealous person.

His eye twitches as he watches you serve the cake to the boys, each of them shooting you big smiles, their hands lingering on yours a little too long as they take the plate from you. Twelve touchy men who are not Chan, having their hands all over someone who should be for Chan only…he’s not sure he’ll make it out of the night alive.

“Babe you want some?” Chan’s forced out of his fuming to see you staring at him, holding out a piece of cake. Chan smirks and stands, taking the plate and wrapping an arm around your waist before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Yeah sure, thanks babe,” Chan says. You send your boyfriend a confused look but ignore him, brushing him off to dish out the rest of the cake.

“You know,” Joshua says as he stands up as well, “you really don’t have to be doing that. Here let me.” Joshua’s hand clasps around your wrist, sliding down to your hand to take the knife from you. He rests a hand on your back, his body a little too much in your personal space.

“Oh no Josh, I’m fine!” You assure him but Joshua persists.

“C’mon, let me do the rest. You just sit down and keep looking pretty okay,” Joshua tells you with a wink.

You roll your eyes as you sit down, but Chan doesn’t miss the slight grin on your face and his eyes narrow at the man now serving the cake. Joshua either doesn’t notice, or pretends not to.

The rest of the night Chan can barely rest, too busy shooing his friends away from his girlfriend. Everytime Chan is able to turn one hyung away, a new one is all over you, and everytime Chan pushes them away, you give him a strange look.

By the time the night is winding down, Chan is all fired up. His final breaking point is seeing Seungcheol hug you goodbye, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he does so. Chan’s eyes burn into your back, glaring at where Seungcheol’s hands rest in the small of your back.

As soon as Chan bids the eldest man goodbye, he quickly ushers you to the car where you look at him with exasperation.

“What has been wrong with you this whole night?” You ask.

“You! No, I’m sorry, not you. Well yes you, because you look so good in that dress and it’s driving me crazy, but everyone else! That’s what’s been wrong with me.”

“You have an issue…with your friends?”

Chan groans. He doesn’t understand how you don’t get it. “I have an issue with their hands all over you. You’re mine, they can get their own girlfriends.”

Chan knows he sounds childish, but he can’t help it. Not when he can’t get the image of Vernon’s hand on your arm or Soonyoung’s thigh brushing up against yours out of his mind.

“Chan,” you start, but Chan cuts you off.

“Do you know how good you look? I’ve been dying to ravish you since the moment you stepped out of the bedroom. And everyone’s had their hands all over you. Everyone but me. Isn’t that unfair, baby?” Chan’s body leans in closer to you as he talks, his voice dropping to a whisper at the end.

Without waiting for an answer, Chan starts to press kisses to your neck, each one lingering a little longer than the last. If you were to push Chan away right now and tell him to stop, he would start the car and drive you two back to your place no problem, but from the shuddered breath you take, Chan doesn’t think that’ll be the case. All it takes is for you to tilt your neck slightly to give Chan more access and he’s pouncing on you.

Chan doesn’t waste a moment connecting your lips, kissing you deeply. His hand slides over your clavicle, restings against your bare skin as his thumb grazes against your neck. You kiss him fiercely, a desperation hidden under it.

“Chan-” you gasp out, pulling away from your boyfriend. “I need you now, I can’t wait.”

Chan groans slightly, his cock stirring in his dress pants. A small part of him feels victorious as he reaches over to push your car seat back, giving him space to crawl over to the passenger side and lean your seat back. He gets to have you like this, needy and impatient in the venue’s parking lot, while the rest of his friends have to go home, alone.

Chan places a knee on the seat to brace himself as he leans down to kiss you harder, a hand cupped around the back of your neck, his fingertips playing at the hair on your nape. Your own hands fumble at his neck, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt as well as you can with minimal focus. Your hips squirm in your seat until they connect with Chan’s knee, and you grind down, finally getting some relief to your aching core.

You start to whine as Chan trails his kisses down your throat and to your chest, his mouth on the top of the curve of your breast.

“Such a pretty girl,” Chan coos in between kisses. “In this sexy little dress, teasing me all night. Nobody could keep their hands off you, let alone their eyes.” Chan reaches up to push the thin straps of your dress down your arms, pushing the top of your dress down until your boobs are left bare.

Chan’s mouth is hot as he wraps his lips around your nipple, his tongue darting out to flick at the bud. Your body shivers, your back arching up slightly at the contact. Your hands fly up to grip at Chan’s strong shoulders, your fingers bunching up his dress shirt. Your hips grind down harder as you cry out.

“You’re so sensitive baby,” Chan mumbles against your skin. “Are you that worked up?”

“Yes,” you whine. “I need you so bad. Stop teasing me Channie.”

Chan chuckles, pressing a kiss to the bottom of your jaw, before reaching down to unzip his pants. He pulls his cock out of his boxers, not bothering to fully take his pants off. You’re clearly not in the mood to wait for him to do so, and Chan would be lying if he said he wasn’t also dying to get inside of you.

You stare up at your boyfriend with hooded eyes as Chan jerks his length to full mast. He then reaches down, pushing your legs further apart so he can brush his fingers up against your clit. Your breath shudders at the feather light touch and you push your hips forward in hopes to gain more friction.

“Look how desperate you are for my cock,” Chan smirks. “You’re soaked, baby.”

“Chan,” you whine.

Chan chuckles at you before pushing your panties to the side, not bothering to strip you either. He lines himself up, his tip sitting against your entrance.

“Chan just fuck me,” you beg.

“Not yet, baby. You gotta tell me what you know I wanna hear. Can’t you do that for me, doll?”

Chan is expecting some push back from you, but instead you quickly blurt out the words Chan’s been wanting to hear all night, “You’re the only one that matters. No one even exists when I have you. Don’t need anyone other than you and your cock, don’t want anyone other than you and your cock. I’m all yours.”

“Fuck, such a good girl,” Chan groans as he finally allows his hips to push forward, his cock sliding into your dripping pussy. You moan as you feel the stretch of your walls around his cock, your fingers once again gripping onto Chan.

Chan’s mind blanks out a moment, the pleasure of your warm, wet cunt squeezing him already too much for him to handle. With a deep breath Chan steadies himself and gets to work thrusting into you. Your legs clamp around his waist and he grips one of your thighs with a strong hand, holding you place as he slams into your cunt over and over again.

You reach up, tugging on Chan’s tie and pulling him down to connect your lips once more. Your lips pressed together drowns out your whimpers as Chan licks into your mouth, pushing his tongue into your mouth. The only sound filling up the car now being the wet squelch of Chan’s cock sliding in and out of your leaking cunt.

Chan pops his mouth off yours once more, moving his mouth to your neck where he starts to nip at your sensitive areas. “Fuck baby, your cunt is so tight. Squeezing the life out of me.”

“You feel,” you gasp in between your words, “so good Channie.”

Despite the dark night outside of the car, the street lights glowing through the fogged up windows gives Chan the perfect view of your fucked out face and the way your tits bounce with each thrust. You look fucking amazing, but Chan thinks you could look even better.

Without warning, Chan pulls out of you completely, and you let out a gasp that quickly turns into a whine. Chan pats your thigh, “Turn over.”

You quickly follow the command, turning over so your knees are braced on the seat and your face is pressed into the headrest, your hands clamped down on the shoulders of the seat. Chan hikes your dress up your back, revealing your pussy to him, and he lines himself up once more before slamming into you unceremoniously.

Your moans quickly resume as Chan plows into you, harder and faster this time. He grips your waist tightly, no doubt bruising you in the process. Chan’s tip hits against your g-spot, sending waves of pleasure through your body, and he can feel the way your walls clench down on him. Chan can’t have you cumming just yet, though.

Your boyfriend reaches forward, his hand sliding over your throat as he leans down so his mouth is right next to your ear. “Can’t cum yet, doll. Not when you were being a bad girl tonight.”

“P-please,” you beg. “Let me cum. I promise I’ll be good.”

“Then you gotta say it baby. Let me hear it.” Chan’s fingers press a bit harder against your neck.

“Fuck,” you whine. “I’m yours. All yours and only yours and nobody else’s. Nobody else can touch me when I have you.”

Chan grins and picks up the brutal pace of his hips. “That’s fucking right. You’re mine. They can all flirt with you and do whatever they want, but at the end of the day it’s my cock you’re being ruined on.”

“C-can I cum, please?”

“Are you gonna let me finish inside of you? Give you all my cum so I can knock you up and they can all see who you really belong to? Who this cunt belongs to?”

“Yes, yes!” You cry out. “Cum in me. Claim my pussy as yours.”

Chan groans, your words going straight to his cock. “Shit baby girl, cum all over my cock.”

At Chan’s words your cunt squeezes tightly around him, your walls pulsing against his cock as you reach your high. The feeling sends Chan over the edge as well, spilling his seed into you. His hand drops down from your neck as he rests his head on your shoulder, panting as his hips stutter inside you.

“Such a good girl,” Chan mutters. “Letting me breed her pretty pussy.”

When you two finally come down from your highs and Chan helps you clean up with some spare napkins in his glove box you two sit in the car, waiting for the windows to defog.

“I can’t believe we just fucked in this parking lot,” you mutter.

“You’re the one who begged me,” Chan says, not willing to take the blame for this one.

“Well it’s your fault for practically jumping me in a jealous fit of rage. You know the boys are only like that to rile you up,” you tell him.

“Yeah,” Chan admits, before smirking, “but are you really complaining about the outcome?” Chan’s eyes flick down to your lap, the knowledge that his cum is currently leaking out of your pussy into your panties present in both of your minds.

You blush and look away from him. “Just drive us home.”

Chan laughs, knowing that no, you’re not complaining at all.

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missn00tson · 6 months

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Yoo Wooin headcanons

Hi, the Wooin landscape is barren af, so Im here to offer my headcanons abt him.

Hope you enjoy!

Nb!Reader

Sfw:

He's Bi, or def fruity in some shape or form.

I once read abt him being in a poly relationship and it has been ingraved in my mind ever since.

Def the type of guy to do a lot of pda. He likes to slap your ass in public, a lot. He's not the type of guy to be gentlemanly and open the door for you, but when he does he will slap your ass as he enters after you.

How comfortable he is with you changes a lot about how he acts with you. When you've been a thing or sortof thing for a long time he will get less... annoying? Dont get me wrong, he's still a litle shit but shows more of a caring side of his. It also ups his aftercare, like, he doesn't leave u or kick u out right after sex.

True to the story he's a little shit always up to somthing, and up for anything. He'd prolly not think twice if you suggest to do smth strange or dangerous.

Would spoil u excessively w gifts. I cant promise u theyre pretty (you have seen his fashion style, its not for everyone) but they will be expensive for sure.

Buys you matching clothes and expects you to wear them so he can show you off.

Will ask you to draw anything and get it tattooed. No mater how good your drawing skills r, if u can hold a pen you're good.

He's pretty good at drawing himself, but just like the rest of him his drawing style is rather... unique. He had been interested in becoming a tattoo artist for a while, and would become one if he didnt get as much money from illegal activities as he does.

Would do drugs and other types of substances with you for fun. He especially loves doing it before and after you've fucked.

He has the most obnoxious alarm ever (if he even feels like getting anywhere on time) and takes too damn long to turn it off.

Types with the most incoherent text messages ever. His texts r abbreviations from hell and as short as they can be. The only emojys he uses r 😎 and 🖕🏻

If you use the middle finger emoji tho he'll tell u it means u have a small dick just to annoy you.

Leaves you on read when you dont ask for a specific answer. He wont answer with an "okay" or anything either.

Would randomly call u at 3am and ask u if he was with u last night when the cops ask him for an alibi. It doesnt matter if he did it or not, he'd lie.

Dont expect him to cook. If you're eating at home it's just simple cupnoodles, otherwise he goes to eat out for every meal.

The guy walks so. Tremendously. slow. Like, showing off walking all badassly but walking slow like a SNAIL

Has the most annoying morning alarm ever (if he even feels like getting somewhere on time) and takes an eternity to turn it off.

Doesn't include you in his job, but isnt super secretive or apologetic abt it at all either.

He's total shit at talking about his feeling other than "annoyed" and "horny", same goes for consoling you about yours.

When you're not close yet he will most likely leave you to yourself as he has no clue how to deal with it other than letting it pass. He might offer you to do something you like to put your mind off it.

If you're more of a serious (for how serious it can be) thing he will try to console u in his own way. He will stay by your side, most likely uncomfortably staring in the distance until u tell him what you want him to do.

Strangely so, these are the moments where he's uncharcyeristicallt distant. Usually he's a guy with 0 personal space but then he just lets you be until he gets told otherwise (sounds submissive to me ahEm-)

If your just a bit down (and he has outruled the possibility that you're mad at him, so you wont atack him outta nowhere) he will try to cheer u up with stupid dirty jokes.

Nsfw:

Would be into crossdressing. More so himself than his partner, but I can see him wearing a short skirt for shits nd giggles once and realizing things abt himself.

Looooves doggy style. Esp when he tops. He loves watching himself sliding in and out of you while you fuck, it just awakens something inside of him.

Would be the type to push u deeper while youre giving him head.

As an adrenaline junky he loves the idea of fucking and teasing in public. Even better if someone else watches.

Def some sort of sadist. He esp loves hour long edging followed by overstimulation. (I dont make the rules. I do but I dont :)

Loves the idea of phone sex, until he gets too horny and wants to do it himself.

But moments like those r the easiest moments to dom him. Yes, he's a switch, a brat for sure.

Even if he doesnt like to admit it, during spicy time is the only moment ur allowed to order him around and having a chance of him listening.

Dont overdo it tho, if he doesnt feel completely at ease w u yet he'll snap right out of it again (esp when he was planning on domming) and rail u even harder.

His rythm is slow and teasing at first, trying to tick you off, but as his own high nears he rams into you with short but quick thrusts.

Continues to fuck you even after you both came, enjoying the pain it gives him and the strangled moans and grunts tou let out.

Loves it when you beg. He loves feeling superior and being worshipped.

Though when hes subbing. Degradation kink. Im telling you. D e g r a d a t i o n

Hes not a gentle guy, he get turned on by seeing your tear stained face. He'd lick off the drops while he's pounding inside of you, wishing you'd cry more.

When he praises you he'll always degrade you at the same time, often using degrading nicknames. "Such a pretty slut for me" "This pathetic doll is taking me so well, aren't they?"

Loves when you bite and scratch him. It sends him straight over the edge when you scratch his back while he's fucking you.

Especially when he's bottoming he loves it when you leave bite marks allover him. On his neck, hut also his inner tighs make him weak in the knees.

You can bite down pretty deeply. If it draws blood, he'll slightly spread his legs further for you to lick it off.

Loves it when you moan around his cock.

Def a hair puller while recieving head, bobbing your head forcefully up and down making you gag.

He asks you to show your tongue after you've swallowed.

Loves calling you "my good slut"

Enjoys having his hands tied back while you ride him. He loves the way you body bounces while you move atop of him while he strains his hands in his cuffs.

He loves when you use him, ignoring his needs and pleasuring yourself.

The idea of his partners useing him while he's tied up and gagged, unable to stop them from edging and overstimulating him. One on top of him and the other eyeing them like a predator. Man that's maybe even better then drugs for him.

He loves hunting. Whether it's chasing you in a haunted house before taking you against the wall or you chasing him before making him crumble under your fingers.

Even though he's a shit, he knows the importance of knowing what your partner wants, and he'd make sure to get to know your prefrences beforehand. After all, what fun would it be if you're not up to do what he wants?

Aftercare after quickies is rare but when you have played a scene with him he will help you clean up and ask you about your opinion of the scene.

He knows no personal space. He cuddles with you until you both fall asleep, but leaves in the morning after showering and eating. (ofc depending on how close u are. If it's just a one night stand he leaves for sure, unless u put some magic on him. If youre more of a regular thing he'd make himself comfortable until u wake up and leave afterwards)

I have no clue how many words this is, but thank you for reading! :)

IHis lips also look so pink and juicy in the newest chapters, did he buy him some lipgloss or smthh?? I love itttt

#Yoo Wooin #Wooin #wooin windbreaker #Wooin headcanons #Woonin #windbreaker #windbreaker wooin #Windbreaker headcanons #nb!reader #Sfw

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runningfrom2am · 10 months

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hiii bestieee! I wasn't planning to send you a request this quick but I HAD to get this idea across!

A drew fic based on 'lost in japan' by shawn mendes! (Yes, a song fic request 🤭)

PLOTLINE IDEA: so the reader is far away from drew, and one night, impulsively, drew gets on a flight and comes to the reader because he was missing the reader a little too much than usual

LYRICS TO INSPIRE YOU:

All i'd take is one flight, we'd be in the same time zone

Do you got plans tonight, I'm a couple hundred miles from Japan and I, I was thinking I could fly to your hotel tonight, cause I can't get you off my mind

Do I gotta convince you, that you shouldn't fall asleep, it will only been a couple hours, I'm about to leave

BECAUSE COME ON THIS IS SOMETHING DREW WOULD DEFINITELY DO

anyways please please take as much time as you need! I already know the fic will be SO GOOD!! love youuu <3

AHHH FINALLY HERE IT IS!! im so obsessed you have no idea, thank you SO much for requesting this one i love it!! i hope it’s everything you imagined!!

lost in japan (d.s)

you're getting ready for bed in your small apartment, which for you, meant going back and forth between cleaning, working on lesson plans, and watching TV for hours on a friday night since you didn't have to be up early the next morning. typically, you'd be up quite late after a long week of teaching english to japanese students every day.

you love your job, truly, teaching and travel were your passion, and this opportunity has been amazing- but that didn't necessarily mean you couldn't get a little burnt out. you're homesick, more than anything. you miss your family and friends back home in north carolina, not to mention the beaches, and the sort of small town vibe that was nowhere to be found in tokyo.

you're just finishing up doing some dishes when your phone rings, and you're quick to dry off your hands and pick it up, furrowing your brow in confusion at the contact that's popped up. drew was busy, he was always busy, but you had been missing him, too. "hey, drew." you answer with a smile, quickly turning down the volume on the tv.

"hey! y/n, how's it going?" he asks, unbeknownst to you, chewing on his nails as he sits in an airport in another country.

"i'm well..." you answer, tilting your head a little bit. you're happy to hear his voice, of course, but still surprised. "what about you? how's filming?"

"it's good! i've got a bit of a break for the next couple weeks." drew answers, bouncing his leg and looking around the crowded room.

"that's good! you deserve a break." you smile, sitting down on your bed now. "what did i do to warrant the pleasure of a call?"

you talk to drew often, of course, being good friends since you met in university. you both had overlapping english classes and instantly clicked, and were luckily able to maintain contact even after he "made it big". he insists he would never forget about you, despite you joking about it regularly.

"well i was thinking, since i've got this break, maybe i could come visit you for a week or so." drew answers nervously. "i did want to surprise you, but i realize i don't know where exactly you live and tokyo is a big city so you might be hard to find." he rambles on a bit, waiting anxiously on your response.

"oh! uhm.." you reply, completely caught off-guard by his suggestion. you'd love to have him, but as you look around your small studio apartment, you're not sure there's room for company. not to mention, it would be a little embarrassing. you try to stay on top of cleaning, but it's hard to organize with little space.

"it's okay if you don't want me to come! god, i- i'm sorry, y/n, i shouldn't have thrown this on you so suddenly-" drew quickly backtracks, shaking his head at his own stupidity. of course he should have given you a bigger heads up.

"no! of course i want you to come!" you're quick to ease his mind as you sit up in excitement. "my apartment is just a little... tight, that's all. i was just thinking of where you would sleep. but of course, you're always welcome. when were you thinking of coming? i just need to organize a bit."

"well..." drew chuckles a little nervously. "do you have any plans tonight? i'm kind of already at the airport. i just couldn't get you off my mind today, decided to just go for it and hope you're okay with a guest."

you freeze up a little, in a bit of shock as you blush. he was thinking about you? "oh! uh, yeah! i can meet you at the airport. what time do you leave? what time do you land?" you ask, standing up and looking towards your closet. you're getting ahead of yourself- it will obviously be a long flight, but now you're nervous. you've always had a bit of a crush on him, which was kind of an understatement.

"you don't have to do that." drew instantly protests. "i think i'll land around two-thirty tokyo time. i'll just take a cab, if you can send me your address and be up to let me in?"

"nonsense, drew, of course i'll come meet you." you giggle, already shuffling through your clothes as you look at your alarm clock. it's only eight, so you can try and get some sleep before you have to go. "i've got no classes until monday, i'll have a quick nap and meet you at the airport at two-thirty."

"sweet! that'd be awesome." drew replies, smiling to himself. he's so excited to see you, more and more recently he's been thinking about you. truly missing you, and he figured he'd take a leap of faith and come visit- especially since he knows you've been lonely. maybe, he thinks, he'll even be able to tell you how he feels. how he's always felt, and he'll be leaving japan finally able to call you his girlfriend. "so, uh, i guess i'll see you tonight, then?"

"see you tonight." you agree, absolutely giddy with excitement. "have a safe flight!" you quickly add in, almost forgetting your manners with the flood of adrenaline in your system.

"thanks, y/n/n. see you in a bit!" drew smiles, hanging up. perfect timing, too, they're about to start boarding.

you stand at the almost empty arrivals area of the tokyo international airport, anxiously watching the escalator and waiting to see drew after months apart. you had put on some of your nicest casual clothes, not wanting to look overdressed, but not like a mess either. after all, you had six hours to plan the outfit, considering you couldn't sleep for even a minute.

you look down at your phone again, checking the time for what must be the hundredth time since you left the apartment. two fifty-three. his flight landed on time, according to the screen on the wall, so he should be walking out any minute. you get a pit in your stomach, you're so nervous.

drew has the same feeling as he tries to blindly follow the other people who got off his flight, unable to read any of the signs directing passengers to arrivals and baggage claim. it's a long walk in a big airport, but it feels a million times longer since he's anxious to get to you. he comes to the escalator, seeing a few people waiting at the bottom, his eyes scanning for you, who he quickly finds. he feels his heart rate increase and he smiles, adjusting his bag in his grip, already feeling his hands getting sweaty. that's when you notice him too.

you smile wide, giving him an excited wave. you're practically shaking with excitement, or nerves, but you're just happy to not be so alone anymore. he gets to the bottom and gets off, quickly making his way over to you, you cringe a little when he drops his bags and opens his arms for a hug, you really wanted to hug him, of course, but culturally you know you'll get stares and disapproving looks. "hey!" you grin, immediately reaching out and blocking his arms. he furrows his brows in confusion, his eyes flashing with disappointment.

"sorry." you chuckle, awkwardly moving his arms back to his sides. "it's kind of rude to hug in public." you explain, looking around and hoping no one is offended. luckily only a couple people noticed, and they avert their eyes when they see you correcting him.

"oh, uh, i didn't know that. sorry.." drew blushes, avoiding your eyes for a moment.

"you're fine." you insist, trying to cheer him up. "i missed you, i'm glad you're here."

"i missed you too." drew replies, smile returning to his cheeks now. he doubts it will leave the whole time he's here.

"uh, do you have bags?" you ask him, gesturing toward the baggage carousel.

"nope, carry on only." he says proudly, lifting his bag off the ground and throwing his backpack over his shoulder.

"oh, perfect! then we get first dibs on a cab. follow me." you smile, turning and walking towards the exit. god, you hate making small talk, but the silence in the quiet airport is killing you.

"so, how's work?" drew asks, trying to hide the nervousness in his tone. he hasn't seen you in person in close to a year, and even then you were both so busy you had to squeeze in coffee on a lunch break when he happened to be filming close to home.

"it's good! i really love it." you nod, glancing back at him as you guys step outside. "the kids are all so sweet. it's a great opportunity."

"that's awesome. it sounds like fun." drew nods, looking around to try and get a bearing on his surroundings. it's humid out, but not hot.

"it is, yeah." you say. "one sec, i think this one is free-" he watches as you wrap your sweater tighter around yourself, walking up to a cab and waving to the driver as he unlocks the doors. you turn and wave for him to join you, and he walks up and opens the door for you, letting you in first.

you say something to the driver in japanese, drew assumes you're telling him your address, and quickly after that you guys are moving.

you don't talk much on the drive, again, it's polite to stay quiet, so when you do you only whisper. it's about a half hour drive to your apartment, and you get out, looking up at the familiar building quickly before thanking the driver and paying him.

"i can pay you back, how much was it?" drew says as you fumble with your keys.

"seven-thousand yen." you answer, giggling and looking up at him as you push the door open, knowing that means absolutely nothing to him.

"uh, in usd?" drew chuckles, following you in.

"don't worry about it." you giggle and lead him up the stairs to the third floor where your room is.

"it's really small-" you pause before you open the door. "and a bit of a mess so i'm sorry, we can find you a hotel tomorrow it was just a bit short notice."

"i don't care." drew shakes his head, smiling down at you. "we just get to spend more quality time together, hey? it's fine."

"okay bigshot, suit yourself." you chuckle, shaking your head as you open the door. you both shuffle in and you try to get out of his way so he can put his stuff down, and the second he drops it on the floor his arms are around you.

you freeze for a moment before hugging him back, leaning your head on his chest. "i've been thinking about this for months.." he mutters, taking in the scent of your hair, your skin, just you.

"me too." you whisper back, gently rubbing his back.

"no, like- you don't understand." he says, pulling away only a little to look down at you. "i- shit." he chuckles, shaking his head slightly in embarrassment. "i've really missed you. i think about you all the time, the best part of my week is when i get the chance to call you."

“me too.” you repeat yourself, blushing a little as you don’t know what else to say.

“well, come on, no, you’re living your dream out here.” drew laughs, gesturing around you only to return his hand to your back.

“so are you.” you raise your eyebrow at him and he shrugs.

“yeah, well, not really. my dream isn’t complete without you.” he bites the bullet, hoping you’ll understand what he’s saying. he chews a little on his bottom lip as he locks eyes with you, scanning them to get some kind of grasp on what you were thinking, or feeling.

your cheeks burn furiously as you briefly look down, unsure really what to say. “well… me too.” you giggle, laughing at having to say the same thing again.

a small smile flickers on drew’s lips and he reaches his hand up, hesitating to place it on your cheek and gently lifting your jaw to meet his eyes again. he hears his heart beating in his chest, and so do you, as he very slowly at first leans in. his lips meet yours so gently it’s like he’s scared he’ll break you, making you smile against his lips as you kiss him back. almost so much that it makes the task at hand impossible.

“i’ve been wanting you to do that for years.” you admit, staring into his blue eyes as you pull away only about an inch.

his forehead stays pressed against yours as he smiles, his breath tickling your lips as he speaks. “that sucks, because i’ve wanted to do that for years. you should’ve said something, y/n/n.”

it’s safe to assume now that you won’t be needing the bed you made for yourself on the floor.

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imaginethezeldaverse · 8 months

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Idk if you still do headcanon requests, but could you do bits of the SFW Alphabet for Ganondorf (mostly Im asking about this with TOTK Ganondorf in mind, but it can be any Ganondorf because they’re all great).

Letters I had in mind are A, C, D, G, H, I, J, K, S, and L if that’s ok. If it’s too many that’s also completely fine. (Unrelated but the nsfw Ganondorf headcanons you posted are part of the inspiration I got to make my own zonai oc and then ship her w the demon king)

Totally okay! Sorry this took so long! I was also thinking of TotK!Ganondorf for this so same brain!

And did you say your own Zonai oc?! You simply must show me, I'd love to see! SFW Template taken from this post here:

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He's a moderately affectionate person. But the catch is - only with you and in small ways. What I mean by that is he'll remember things like the kind of flower you like or your favorite color and show in different ways that he's committed to memory those pieces of information. While not against public bigger displays of affection, he reserves them more for when you're in private, not because he doesn't want to - but those kinds of gestures he feels are ones only you deserve to see and have. Smaller signs of affection may include kissing your knuckles or resting his hand on your back lightly when close to you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He's not opposed to it! Though he may not admit it outright, he enjoys embracing you more than he lets on lol. His preferred way of holding you is by spooning, with arm draped around your waist and his legs tangled up in yours. It keeps you safe and secure in his arms.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

At some point, yes, that is the goal Ganondorf wants to strive for: a spouse to rule alongside his status as king at the Gerudo throne. I will say though, he definitely gets his fair share in of laying with others before he gets to that point. Though it is treated more as learning experiences for him so as to be able to please his partner. Ganondorf is actually not a bad cook at all. He's not particular with what he eats exactly, but the man likes his food well-seasoned, and sometimes you just have to make the food yourself to the tastes that you'd prefer. He's personally cleanly, but I honestly don't think he cleans himself, no. He does take advantage of some of the perks of being chief, you know?

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

There's a yes and no to this answer. Looking at him you wouldn't think that he's capable of a more benign demeanor, but I assure you - his upbringing has given him space for being more than just a conqueror and a warrior. Physically there is always a time and a place for when weapon wielded hands are meant to provide comfort and reassurance. Emotionally is a little tougher, while he knows there are instances where he should be, can be kinder, being the only male sets a heavy expectation on him - to be strong, to be tough, to be a provider. He knows his heart should be more open for you in that sense - but an open heart lays the ground work for weakness, and as chief he feels he can't be weak when he has a whole society to protect.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He likes them - but they are few and far between. When Ganondorf hugs you though, it's more like a protective hold. Very safe, very secure. Still tender! But you get this feeling of security in his arms. He's largely muscular and huge in comparison to you, so when his arms come around you, they kind of literally engulf you. He can lift you into his arms during these hugs without issue too.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Haha...so my headcanon with Ganondorf is he won't say those words outright unless it's in passion or under distress. More often than not he'll either imply it by action or through a different way of saying it. Like for example, you tell him 'I love you' and he'll say something along the lines of life, 'You give meaning to my days, my love'. Something like that - substantial enough to imply your importance in his heart - but never quite 'I love you'.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Oooooooh I go 50/50 on this. He's not inherently a jealous person - who would be? He's a king, has the physique of a god and is an accomplished warrior - but should you laugh a little too hard with someone else or if someone else tries to pull your attentions away from Ganondorf more than is necessary, well let's just say Ganondorf is not necessarily fond of that. It honestly doesn't even take much to keep the person at a more appropriate distance from you either, the man need only give them a stern look - that often tends to be enough to shake most.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Depends on the type of kiss! The Gerudo chief is capable of light kisses, like on your hand or your shoulder. Or more passionate kisses like your lips. His favorite sfw place to kiss you is probably your shoulder blade. It's just intimate enough to be a show of affection but also not inappropriate to do out in public. On him however, Ganondorf, when not being kissed on the lips actually likes being kissed on his forehead. There's a lot of power in one's third eye, and he considers it a high form of endearment when you place loving kisses there. Almost feels like a blessing to him, you know?

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Stern, but sympathetic. Ganondorf can be hardass toward children that require some discipline (for their own good - like kids who are jumping off of several flights of stone steps, knowing they can hurt themselves but do it anyway for fun? Those kind of kiddos), but he is not without a heart. Children who require nurturing or guidance are not without a genuine father-figure should they find themselves in his care.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Should you prove yourself capable, whether it be a fighter, scholar, what have you - he's protective to only the extent that you'd need him. You have a weapon's master and sorcerer on your arm, there isn't a single thing he can't use to protect you, thankfully. As for protecting him, you'll find he most likely won't need it. Though should you try to protect him - deep down he'll find it admirable. Just don't get hurt or it'll turn into a lecture on your safety.

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mayhem-neverending · 4 months

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The Big Bad Wolf

Part XI

Word Count: 4,228

Warnings: Mentions of death

Note: Lights, Camera, Action! Don't mind the beginning, please and thanks. And Obito is in this part, don't worry.

Once again sitting across from him, Kakashi had the space to collect himself. He was internally reeling from your warmth and delicious smell, the ghost of your touch lingering in his hair. You appeared largely unaffected, but happy with the interaction.

A buzzing from his pocket stole his attention. He pulled it out and opened it, seeing a string of notifications. Two were from Genma, one was from Guy. He opened Guy’s first.

Rival!! I just heard you came to your paramour’s rescue!!! Is it true!!?? You are truly HEROIC!!

Kakashi opted to ignore that for the moment and opened Genma’s messages.

I thought you said you guys werent together

does that mean ur coming to my bday party too?

An irritated sigh exited his nose. His irritation clashed, however, with the excitement he felt from your conversation. He tucked his phone away without bothering to answer and only smiled at your questioning brow.

“How did Obito like meeting Hikaru?” He asked pleasantly.

“I think he was a little unsure at first, but he came around towards the end I think,”

“That sounds about right,”

“I really need you to get him a phone. I would hate for me or Hikaru to be sick and I don’t have any way to get a hold of him,”

“Makes sense. I’ll look into it tomorrow,”

“Thanks,”

You mirrored Kakashi as he sipped his sake. He looked around briefly before asking, “You don’t happen to have any of that food you were talking about earlier, do you?”

“No, I left it all with Obito. Are you hungry?”

“A little,”

“Well, I’m sure Obito’ll be happy to see you,” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Kicking me out?”

“Never. I just think it would be good for him to see you. He’s been doing a lot better, and I think he’d be proud to show you his progress,”

He thought for a moment. “Not tonight. I’ll make some time tomorrow though, okay?”

You grinned. “That’d be great, Kakashi.”

“And you’re welcome to my fridge, if you want. I don’t really have the energy to cook right now,”

“What do you have?”

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Go look,”

He kept his drink in his hand while he got up to look. You followed him, your own drink in one hand and phone in the other. You set them down and hoisted yourself onto the counter. You settled yourself and opened up your phone. You hadn't heard it go off but you figured you might as well check.

You were glad you did. There was a message from Hina, your cousin… And a missed call from Toma, but you weren’t going to give that one any of your energy.

hey no worries here im with my aunt. the one w dementia near the border. Ill lyk if anything happens but im sure itll all be okay

thanks for worrying abt me tho. r u coming when I give birth still? im due in like 2 weeks

“Fuck,”

Kakashi looked back at you from where he was bent over, placing a bake-able tupperware container in the oven. “Hm? What’s wrong,”

“A. I forgot I told Hina I would be there when she gave birth, and B. She didn’t take my warning seriously… The upside is that she isn’t near her husband’s compound, though. She’s on the western border, closest to us.”

“You should tell her to stay there. It’ll be easier to extract her in case of an emergency.”

You did just that, and told her you would try to find a sitter for Hikaru so you could be there for her. To her it was just a loving family member there to help her; for you it was an extra set of eyes and capable hands there to protect her. If the Zen’in Clan stirred up trouble, like they always did when things didn’t go in their favor, it would compromise the safety of her and her baby.

“Would I be able to take off for that?” You asked Kakashi, who was leaning against the counter opposite you, his feet crossed at the ankle in front of him.

“For her baby’s birth?”

“Yeah,”

He tilted his chin down and his thin brows furrowed. “I don’t know, Y/n. It would be incredibly dangerous for you to go into a country that is in such a politically tumultuous state right now,”

You grumbled, but didn’t push the subject further. You would have to play it by ear, anyway.

The next morning your son woke you extra early. He wasn't allowed to go to school until twenty-four hours after his fever had subsided, so you had convinced your grandma to take him for the day before you had gone to bed.

You got up slowly and went about your usual routine. The morning was incredibly bright from the sun reflecting off the surface of the white snow. Before you left, you tried to find a pair of sunglasses, but only found Hikaru’s half-bent ones. He didn’t care for your attempt at putting them in his toy bin and took them from you, smashing them on his face until they balanced enough for him to walk around with them.

Your grandma was closer to the forest than the daycare was, so you had taken a little extra time getting out the door. You styled your hair differently and chose a nicer set of warm clothes - a more fitted sweater and jeans. You wouldn’t admit it, but you knew deep down who you were trying to look nice for.

The walk took longer than you had anticipated since you had forgotten to factor in Hikaru’s desire to stomp around in the freshly fallen snow. You let him dig his toes in and drag his feet and shove his little hands in it in wonder; choosing to be patient and appreciate the sheer joy lighting up his chubby face.

Waiting in the front window, your grandmother watched as you two approached until you opened the front gate. She opened the door and called for Hikaru with a delighted smile.

“My boy! I haven’t seen you in what feels like 50 years!” She exclaimed dramatically.

He wasn’t giving her any attention, opting to plop straight down into the snow and giggle. You shook your head with a smile and hoisted him up, effectively covering yourself in the snow that came with him.

You handed him off to your grandma, told her you loved her and kissed Hikaru on both cheeks, repeating the same phrase to him. You waved goodbye and made a swift exit.

Obito was worried you might not make it But there he was, standing in his window, watching you take dramatically large steps as you trudged through the deep snow. The scene put a massive grin on his face. He courteously opened his front door for you when got close enough.

“Good morning,” you untied your boots on the front step, sliding your feet out and hopping into the cottage.

“Good morning!” He replied cheerily, shutting the door behind you.

“Somebody’s in a good mood,”

He thought you were being sarcastic, but you smiled up at him warmly, even if it didn’t quite reach your eyes. You smacked the snow off your boots and pulled them inside, letting him close the door behind you. Instead of your usual route to the kitchen, you veered off the path and tossed yourself on the couch.

“Walking in that snow really wore me out,”

He playfully rolled his eyes. “So, that means you get to slack off on the clock?”

“Of course,” you patted the seat next to you with a little smile. “Come slack off with me?”

He settled onto the cushion next to you, turning his body so that he was facing you. A comfortable silence surrounded the two of you for a few short minutes. He studied your profile while you stared at the fire, obviously lost in thought.

“I had an interesting evening after I left yesterday,”

“Oh?”

“My ex’s new girlfriend harassed me outside of the apothecary, then Kakashi shows up and tells me that Akujia has outlawed all forms of chakra control!”

“Shit, are you serious?” he leans back, his smile slipping.

“Dead,”

“That is not good,”

You nodded in agreement. “My cousin, Hina, still lives there, but when I told her she should consider moving here she just kinda blew me off. She doesn’t - I don’t know how to put this without seeming like an ass - but she… lac- has chosen.. not to.. hone.. her critical thinking skills. God I sound like a shitty person, but in short, I’m genuinely worried about her and her baby,”

“Is she a chakra-user?”

“No, but her baby is the heir of the Zen’in clan,”

His brows shot up and he made a face like he was impressed. “No shit? Good for her,”

His comment lightened the mood, and you threw him a playful smile. “I know, right? She’s really got it made. Her husband not only loves her, like, intensely, but he’s loaded, attractive, and with the servants, the girl never even has to lift a finger,”

“Hm, does sound pretty nice,” he rested the side of his head on the back of the couch. “Is that what you want?”

“Which part?”

You enjoyed your view of him. His black hair, which needed another trim, was still moussed up a bit from sleep, and the depth of his eyes was revealed in the stream of sunlight illuminating him. The warmth of the sun softened his sharp features, and he looked absolutely charming the way he was smiling at you. He licked his lips before he spoke, drawing your attention to them. Despite being slightly chapped, you thought they looked awfully silky. You briefly wondered what he would do if you reached out and touched them.

“Attractive, loaded, the servants - is that what you want in a man?”

The seriousness of his tone had you giggling. You shook your head ‘no’. “The love part is the most important to me. I don’t particularly want servants, but money is definitely a perk. I like feeling financially secure, for sure,”

“Attractiveness?”

You raised your brow. He was looking at you attentively, like this was a very important conversation. It made you feel a little weird, but you answered honestly, “In general, I find a lot of people attractive, but in an objective way. I rarely find people that I’m attracted to. And that’s what’s important to me. Someone could tell me they don’t think who I’m dating is all that good looking, but it doesn’t matter all that much to me, because I’m attracted to them as a whole person, y’know? Not just their looks,”

He nodded like you had just given him some profound insight. You, now curious because of his strange behavior, turned the question around on him. “What is important to you in a woman?”

You rested your cheek on your fist. He looked a bit scattered at having been asked the same thing. “Uh, well,”

He cleared his throat and looked away from you. In a flat tone, he muttered, “Dunno, haven’t really thought about it,”

A frown tugged at your lips and you looked at him in puzzlement. “In all your life, you haven’t really thought about it?”

With downcast eyes, he replied, “That’s a conversation for another day,”

You nodded, accepting his answer for the time being. You stood and stretched your arms over your head. “Well, it’s pretty late, how about brunch?”

“Whatever you want,” he replied with a shrug, easing back into his lighter tone.

“I love it when you say that,” you winked.

He followed you into the kitchen in his normal fashion, leaning against the counter-top and taking up your precious little prep space. It didn’t matter how many times you had to move him around the kitchen while you worked, he always stayed if he wasn’t preoccupied with anything else.

He made himself comfortable, folding his arms over his chest and leaning heavily into the counter. He looked intimidating like this sometimes; his mouth set in a firm line while he silently watched.

He wore a black t-shirt, rather than his usual long-sleeve, and you wondered once again about his arms being two completely different colors. What really caught your attention, though, was the muscle definition. You had a hard time tearing your gaze away from the well defined-lines; only narrowly avoiding him catching you by quickly reaching beside him to grab a cutting board.

“I’m thinking extra protein today. How about Eggs Benedict, but make it with chicken cause we don’t have ham?”

“Hm, as long as you fry the chicken like you did last time, I’m game,”

“Oh, that was a new recipe. You liked that?”

“Oh, yeah,” he replied mischievously. “I liked it, ‘like a lot’,”

“You little shit,” you said with a grin.

He laughed at your expense, but you enjoyed his teasing. He was absolutely wonderful to be around whenever he wore his goofy grin. For the first time, you blushed when he aimed it at you.

Feeling a little hot and a host of butterflies in your stomach, you looked away from him and busied yourself with starting brunch. He talked to you about a new quilting project he was sketching out while you pulled everything you needed out. He was animated, drawing the shapes in the air with his finger in an attempt to better convey his vision.

You told him to just get the paper he drew it on with a laugh, and he went off into the living room in search of it among the scraps. You shook your head to yourself, wondering how you could be so happy just listening about his excitement over his project.

You were beginning to remove the bones from the raw chicken when your phone started to ring loudly. Your bag was in the living room so you asked Obito to grab it really quickly for you. He trotted over with it and you asked him who it was.

“Uh, Hina. That’s your cousin, right?”

Anxiety flared in your chest, “Answer it, put it on speaker, please,”

He answered and clicked the speaker button, standing close to you and holding it near your face so you could speak clearly into it. You answered, “Hey,”

“Hi,” she answered in an unnaturally high, broken pitch and you immediately stopped what you were doing, your body stilling while your heart-rate increased.

“Hina?” You asked slowly.

“I-” she cut herself off with a sudden burst of loud, uncontrollable sobbing.

You dropped your knife and pushed Obito over with your hip to get access to the sink. You turned it on and called her name again, but it only caused her to let out a guttural sob that pierced straight through your chest. You hurriedly washed your hands and wiped them on your jeans, grabbing the phone from Obito.

“Hey, hey, Hina? What’s going on?”

You heard shaky breathing on the other end and assumed she was attempting to get enough control to speak, but only seconds later she let out another sharp cry. Your wide eyes met with Obito’s. Something bad happened, obviously, and your mind conjured up image after cruel image. Your hands began to shake almost imperceptibly as adrenaline coursed through you.

“Hina, sweetie. I’m right here. Please, can you tell me what’s going on?”

“I-”

“Take a deep breath with me?”

She made a noise and you started. “In… out…”

After a single breath, she screeched, “They killed him!”

Her uncontrollable sobs were let loose once again, cut up by sharp, ragged breaths. “The. Oh God..-”

On the other end you heard retching, and your hand unconsciously covered your mouth. Your heart dropped into your stomach and your shaking worsened. Your feet were glued to the floor, eyes unfocused on the cabinet in front of you. All of your senses dulled except your hearing, focusing so you could catch any words she tried to get out between heaves. Every noise she made was amplified and rang in your ears.

In between her heaving she breathlessly got out, “The clan… The meeting..”

You assumed she finished vomiting and you listened to her struggle to breathe in and out. “They massacred the clan! Javi’s dead!”

“Where are you?” you asked urgently.

“Still-still with my aunt,”

“Stay there, do you hear me?”

“But-”

“Stay. There. I will come get you,”

There was complete silence on the other end of the line. You waited with baited breath, staring into nothing.

You had never heard her sound smaller than when she asked, “How long?”

You had to pause for a moment; your mind blanking as her voice gutted you. As quickly as you could, you did the math in your head, your heart aching for her. “Two days,”

She sniffled, and a tremor of fear rang through her voice as she asked, “You promise?”

“I promise,” you replied with sincerity.

After a beat, you calmly said, “I have to make a couple calls, okay?”

“I’m scared,” she cried.

“I’m so, so sorry, Hina. This should have never happened to you, and I know it’s hard, but you need to stay as calm as you can for your baby, okay?”

She cried softly on the other end. After a long pause she finally said, “Okay,”

“I’m hanging up now. I’ll be in contact with you later.” You hit the ‘end call’ button, almost missing from the shaking of your hands.

Immediately, you called Kakashi. You finally regained the ability to move, and paced up and down the room as the phone rang. It rang and rang.. and went to voicemail. You took the phone away from your ear and fervently hit the call button again. Your pace increased as it rang and you held the phone in an iron-grip.

He answered. “Hey, I can’t really-”

“They killed the Zen’in clan,” you blurted.

Before he had a chance to respond, you hurriedly gave him the short version of your previous call. There was muted talking in the background and a short, agonizing silence before he spoke to you again.

“Listen, I can’t just send you out on your own. This isn’t just a matter of family; the Zen’in are important people and your cousin is carrying the last living member as far as we’re aware. I have no doubt that someone will come after her to finish the job they started if they find out she’s still alive,”

“Obito can come with me,” you rushed out before your mind could even process.

“Y/n. I can’t. He’s on house arrest, the council-”

“They don’t have to know. Besides, he’s stronger than the rest of the jounin, and everyone’s busy. Please, Kakashi,” you reasoned.

You looked at Obito out of the corner of your eye, and slowly registered that his eyes were glossed over. He likely wasn’t hearing any of your conversation.

He let out a frustrated sigh. “Y/n,”

Hina’s broken sobs reverberated in your mind, and a sense of desperation rose from your chest into your throat.

Your voice broke as you begged, “Please,”

Silence, and then, “Go home, change into your uniform, and bring your gear. Pack a separate civilian outfit. Meet me back at Obito’s when you’re done. No more than two hours; this has to be done quickly,”

“Yes, sir. Thank you,”

You pulled your phone away to end the call when he asked, “What will you do with Hikaru?”

“Fuck!” You raked your fingers over your scalp.

“Just. Fucking Toma can take him,”

“Are you sure?”

You huffed in frustration. “He won’t listen to me if I try to talk to him, but no one else can keep him for four plus days. Can you- would you call him at work or something? Please, for me? He’d probably listen to you,”

“Okay, I’ll try,”

“Thank you.” You hung up the phone.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. When you opened them, Obito was standing in front of you. His face was deeply lined with worry. He hesitantly reached out in an attempt to comfort you, but stopped midway, unsure of himself. You breached the gap, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and burying your face into his chest.

“That was…” he trailed off.

He awkwardly tried to comfort you by patting your shoulder while his other arm circled around your back. The exchange was brief; you backed away and hastily made for your coat and boots by the front door. While shoving your feet in your boots, you vaguely heard him trailing after you.

“Less than two hours,” you said, now slinging on your coat.

“What?”

“I’ll be back here in less than two hours. Kakashi’s coming, so be ready to go,”

“Ready to go?”

You stopped unlatching the door and looked at him over your shoulder, becoming frustrated as you felt the clock ticking. “Yes, Obito. You’re coming with me. Have an outfit packed, I assume Kakashi will bring the rest of what you need,”

He stared at you with wide eyes and a dropped jaw, but you chose not to respond. Instead, you flung open the door and slammed it shut behind you. You sprinted through the snow covered path to your apartment, and, when you hit the village, you jumped between the rooftops despite the snow, hurrying as fast as you could.

In your apartment, you ripped your closet door open and pulled out a few storage bins that contained all of your shinobi equipment. It was one of the few things from your past you fought Toma tooth and nail to keep, and you could never have been more grateful to your past self for standing her ground.

You found your winter uniform at the bottom of the second bin. You pulled on a black, long-sleeve compression shirt. Over that you wore your kusari gusoku, or the protective chain-mail most ninja wore under their clothes. You pulled on the standard pants with leggings underneath for added warmth, and black boots. You added a thin, but incredibly warm, water resistant hooded jacket that clung to you comfortably.

Taking a seat on your bed, you added white tape to your leg. While rolling it on, you smacked your hand against something hard. You reached into one of your many pockets and to your surprise, found a hidden kunai mechanism; a spring-loaded wire that allows the user to extend and retract kunai from their sleeve instantly. You placed it back where you found it, just in case, and finished the wrappings.

Instead of the regular issued sandals, you pulled on the lesser used, but still military issued, black boots. They formed to your feet perfectly - they had always been your favorite pair of shoes, and the feeling brought in a wave of memories. You had to push them away while you continued, but the nostalgia lingered.

Tying the hitai-ate around your neck was the last piece of the puzzle. The weight of it felt right, a familiar heaviness that steadied your racing thoughts. You wanted to look in your full length mirror, but knowing you would distract yourself, you readied your weapons, tools, and pack first. They were all in one place, so it took only a few minutes to distribute what you needed to your pockets and the rest to your bag. Before you decided to call it good, you went into your bathroom and tossed in some of your first aid stuff, since your old kit hadn’t been touched in years.

Packing a couple outfits (an extra for Hina, just in case), shoes, and basic everyday necessities took up the rest of your time. The apartment looked like a tornado had run through it when you had finally closed the zipper, but you hardly glanced at it. You pulled your bag strap over your shoulder, and an overwhelming sense of anxiety slammed into your gut.

As if in a trance, you went back into your bedroom closet, and pulled out one of Hikaru’s baby blankets and an old swaddle. In the back of your mind you reprimanded yourself for using up space for something that would likely prove useless, but you couldn’t help yourself. Your anxiety had always led you to pack for ‘just in case’ scenarios, and you wouldn’t be changing this time.

Before you put it back on, you allowed yourself one glance in the mirror. The woman who stared back at you was a person you had never expected to see again. Tears welled in your eyes because for the first time in years, you fully recognized the person in the mirror. There was hardly any change, physically. You looked a little older, the dark circles under your eyes a little darker, your hands a little softer, maybe even a little wiser, but all in all, you looked like you, again. Or at least a version you had loved.

You covered your mouth as a quiet, relieved sob spilled out. You blamed your tears on your heightened emotions, and quickly wiped them away. You gave your reflection a watery smile, and waved at yourself like you were greeting an old friend. You tore yourself away before you could get lost in it and headed back to Obito’s.

Part XII

Tag List: @mostlyunsure, @humongousdreamlandbear, @ichaichahatake

#x reader #x y/n #au #naruto #obito x reader #obito uchiha x reader #obito uchiha #obito lives au

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laprimera · 6 months

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alrighty so after some reflection and getting some outside stuff prioritized Im done some blog housework so I can get comfortable here again.

im still gonna continue my hiatus until november cause the rest of October still has a lot of rl appointments and stuff going on. ill be nuking my ask and drafts to get into maximum turtle plot overdrive and just start things clean, but here's the skinny under cut:

. Ive went and cleaned up my followers list. mostly of inactive blogs, non-mutual or blogs that haven't reached out or interacted at all. I use to think I liked a busier dash but I think trying to keep up with it had been giving me anxiety even if my muses weren't involved in anything plot wise. FOMO has been really killing my vibe more then anything and I need to cut that habit out.

you're a-okay to refollow though! I'll do the same. none of this was done out of malice or a personal dislike, and I get being so busy w/ life and personal plots that you cant interact with everyone in a convenient moment. but if you see this as an opportunity to reach out then by all means! that and I might've accidentally unfollowed one or two of you cause side-blog deal, clumbsy thumbs, and uuh, dont mind me realizing that later down the line-my bad!

. unless carefully plotted otherwise, anything outside my own canons, affiliated blogs/mains or plots is no longer canon to my own. any interaction or thread initiated towards my muses will default fall into my lore/verse unless vice versa or its plotted and etc etc. It's no longer just hanging there in the void so to speak. I need to feel more in control of my own narrative I think and trying to puzzle a lot of contradicting outside plots, dash events, etc has been mentally taxing when rp shouldn't be occupying so much space or anxiety to begin with lol.

this isn't to say everything thats happening in the dash or w/ other characters isn't important ofc! and I still want to participate; it'll just fall under a crack/non-canon tag. if things end up lining up p' well with whats going on here then I might take it into canon. This is p' much what I've been doing to begin with, it's just more concrete now and Im being more careful of what Im willing to accept now. Im ofc open to discussing stuff! DMs and disco for those who have it are open always even if I take a moment to get to it!

. Im no longer answering anon asks that are personal in some way, ie, around subject matters that aren't general headcanons asks or 'hey how do you feel about-' sorta deal. I dont feel comfortable taking it to public and while I understand having the fear of being identified, it's not fair if I'm the only one bearing the subject so to speak. If you want to talk to me through DMs you can either tell me your UN (no burners either) so I can bypass permissions here to chat or you can reach me at @shiny-miltank where my IMs are not barred to mutuals only. I don't bite really! and my discord is not public. tbh Im still very anxious about being on disco to begin w/ cause social anxiety flare ups. idk tumblr dms always seemed easier to chat until I know you on a personal basis-its just worked that way.

. making it more strict that you dont? put my geeta in place of plots, events, etc that I havent participated or plotted with, nor can you make assumptions for them based on said events. as slapped on every piece on my about/rules/pinned/etc shes heavily canon-divergent to begin with so no one knows her intentions/actions (save for me ofc) and wont act in what presumed canon-geeta would do or your own version so to speak. easy enough to slap me an IM for "is it okay to-", plotting, or just make a nebulous npc stand-in.

. things that havent changed are the use of my lore and headcanons into your own! I love seeing it integrated or adapted into other lore and seeing just how much it inspires and changes over time!

this all seems rigid but really it's just reiterating whats already in my rules and no one here has been a huge offender at all :' ) this is more for me to follow and I cant thank everyone enough for their patience and creativity for as long as I've been here. Im loosey goosey and go with the flow 90 out of 100 times.

this goes for the rest of my muses, which Ill probably clean up when Im back-but yeah! miss ya'll! hope you've been doin' good! the terrapagos plot will continue then and Ill resume reaching out and leaving details! hopefully in time for dlc ; >

#ooc. ･ﾟ ✹#queue. ･ﾟ ✹#importante and stuff #sorry this is at 3 AM gdfgfd-this is like the only time Im awake ironically #but again ill be really back in november! see ya then!

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im really really stressed about how it will go,

i dont i just, support system wise i have almost nothing

these guys are kinda it and one person whos neutral

its just the aftermath, i dont know if everything will be okay and i get so stressed about it

my tummy issues been fucking me up man

anon :( i'll do my best to give u some general advice, but if u need anything please don't be afraid to dm me <3

the thing that really helps me through these type of situations is sitting with myself and thinking okay, what's the most likely thing that's going to happen, and how am i going to feel about that.

to start with what i think will be the outcome, the only things we know for certain that are going to happen are caiti's final statement/stream, and george's final statement.

based on what caiti has said, her final stream is going to be more general, and i assume she's going to discuss the problems with misogyny within the mcyt space, or something similar, along with the future of her content. i do not think she will say anything more directly about the situation, and if she does i don't think it will be new information, except to maybe clear up the story ghostie told

for george's statement, judging by what the rational sides of the internet are calling for and his most recent tweet, i think he is going to give a sincere apology, no matter what form that may come in, along with some sort of private, personal apology to caiti that we may never see. some people will accept what he has to say, and others will continue to call him terrible names that do not fit the situation at all. and from there, we move onward (press w :3)

i can't predict how you're going to react to these events happening, but if a look at myself, i know that i'll probably watch caiti's stream as a vod, so i can give myself time to pause and take breaks. i want to try to watch the stream before seeing others input, so i can form my own opinions without going in feeling overly negative/positive.

worse case scenario- she says something that completely puts me off the space as a whole. i don't know what that would be, maybe just some observations she's made as a female creator in the space that puts a bad taste in my mouth, and i no longer feel comfortable being here at all. in that case, i disengage completely, or let myself sit and think on it for a bit before coming to a final decision

best case scenario (realistically)- caiti does her stream, and she talks about many of the things we already know about as problems with the space, and we take that as closure from the whole thing, and send our love and support.

when george's response comes, rinse and repeat. take the time to read/watch through it without the influence of others, and come to you own conclusion before looking what anyone else has to say. do not look at twitter. if you feel that his response is satisfying to you- however that may be- than assess how active you wish to be in the community going forward, what you want to spend your time doing online. and then we heal together, as a community.

and eventually, things will get better. dream and george might take hiatuses, but i find it very, very unlikely they'll quit entirely. eventually, we'll get titan videos and the plethora of shorts and content that dream has planned, even if a wrench has been thrown into the plans

obviously, we can never predict unexpected elements, but i genuinely believe that if something big were going to drop, it would have already. don't let the behind the scenes bullshit get you down, because it always comes from ccs who either hold grudges or are trying to save their own skin/get views

hope this helps at least a little bit, but please, please reach out if you need anything. no matter the responses caiti and george give, i'll stick around to talk to u guys

#cq.asks #george situation #this was a whole lot of yap #hope it makes some sense

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« Better Than He Ever Could.

Pairings: Older! Leon Kennedy x F! Reader

Genre: Smut w plot || Word Count: 9.5K

Sypnosis: You break up with your now ex-boyfriend and get together with someone who is a couple years older than you and he treats you better than anyone ever could, like a princess. He works as a officer or a federal agent. He is desperate to let him make you his in order to plan for a honeymoon to get married! :)

It’s been months since you broke up with boyfriend and found someone new to replace him but every time you look at that manila folder full of papers, it brings back the memories. You were seeing someone who was a bit older than you, but what was his name again? Leon. Leon Kennedy, a officer probably a federal agent due to his looks. You weren’t entirely sure when this all started or where your relationship ended. It wasn’t like you had a problem with his job.

The fact was he did more for you than some other men ever would more than youd ex-boyfriend. But, there was definitely a age difference by couple years between the two of you. While your current relationship may have been good at times, you always felt a little bit out of place with Leon being an older man although it didn’t matter since he treated you well.

When you first met, he was one of those type of guys to spoil you and show you off, and even though he was an FBI agent, he never got too bossy. He knew you needed space and time away from work to think about how you feel about his life choices. He knew enough not to pressure you or pry into your thoughts too deeply so you could get things off your chest and process things.

The one thing that pissed you off all the time is the fact he calls you princess. He calls you “my darling” whenever you’re out in public with other people.

Why am I so uptight about this name?

Why is it that im easily wrapped around his finger?

Why do I want to be around a guy who will treat me better and give me the love I deserve?

And why does this stupid feeling keep popping up everytime i remember? It’s just a name. I can live without it. I’m over it anyways.

So why is my heart aching with so many emotions?

“Something bothering you, princess?” Leon said leaning against your door frame as you stared down the folder of paper in front of you, reading through every single one of them until you finally got sick of looking at it and threw the file on the floor behind you. Leon sighed and made his way over to where you sat. He leaned forward and rested his chin on your shoulder, “Take a break and don’t overwork yourself.” He murmured before planting a kiss on your cheek. His stubble tickled you as he moved back and rubbed your shoulders.

He was always trying to take care of you, always wanting to make sure you’re okay.

It was a little embarrassing honestly, you’ didn’t mind it though. In truth, you really liked it. “Just relax and let the paperwork sort itself out on its own.” he added.

“Yeah yeah.” You chuckled lightly. Leon smiled. He loved making you laugh and you loved seeing the happy smile appear on his face. It meant so much to see him happy. It always helped put a grin on your own face.

Leon walked over to your bedroom and came back after a minute with a bottle of water. He tossed it to you, “Here sweetheart, drink. It’ll help calm your nerves.”

“Thanks, babe.” You mumbled taking the bottle and drinking from the bottom before putting it aside. You turned towards him as you rested your head on his shoulder, “Did something happen today?” he asked softly running his fingers through your hair.

You shook your head, “Nothing big.” You shrugged and took another sip from your water bottle before laying your head back onto his shoulder. Your breath hovered over his collar bone as you looked up at him with your lips parted slightly.

Leon’s arms wrapped tightly around you and he pulled you closer to him. You sighed happily as your eyes closed, “Mmm..your arms are nice.” You said in a sleepy voice before letting your eyes fall shut.

Leon smirked, “My hands, they’re pretty cool too.” That earned you a giggle which sent a shiver down his spine. The sound of your laugh, it was music to his ears. “Hey…” Leon’s voice brought you out of your light doze, “What if we went on a vacation? Maybe somewhere warm?”

You looked at him with glistening eyes “Like a honeymoon…?” you whispered softly. Leon grinned and kissed the top of your head before resting it on your shoulder once more, “Yeah, like a honeymoon. We could get married on our next trip. What do you say?”

Your face lit up at the idea and Leon couldn’t help but chuckle at how adorable you acted. “Yes, please~” you whined playfully wrapping your arms around his waist. Leon chuckled again pulling you closer. “Now, now princess, no need for such dramatics. If you want to go on a honeymoon, we can start planning right now.” Leon said with finality, pressing his forehead to yours with his hand resting on the back of your neck.

“Let me take you…please let me make you mine.” He said desperately. You giggled lightly before nodding your head and kissing his cheek. “Of course.” You whispered before leaning up to steal a quick kiss. Leon grabbed your hand as soon as you pulled back.

Your fingers intertwined together and Leon lead you to the bed where he laid down so you straddled him. You rested your head on his shoulder and Leon gently stroked your hair. “This is my first time…” you murmured as the two of you began to undress each other. “Oh baby, I know. I’m gonna go slow okay, so we both can enjoy this experience?” Leon said reassuringly while rubbing circles into your hipbone as you removed your shirt and his.

He was holding you close to his bare chest, “I’ve wanted to have you since we first met. I want to savor this moment.” He whispered against your temple. “We won’t rush into anything, okay? Just...let us love each other. Let this last as long as possible.” You smiled lightly into his skin and nodded your head. ‘Yes, that sounds great…’ your mind echoed in reply.

Leon gently pushed himself up on his elbows and kissed your forehead tenderly before settling you in his lap.“Ready?” Leon questioned and you nodded your head smiling brightly at him. “Okay, hold tight then.” Leon said softly kissing your lips slowly. “I love you, Princess.” He said between kisses. “Always will.”

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He slowly lifted you down onto his cock and moaned as soon as your slick pussy touched his throbbing shaft. Your head fell onto his shoulder as you tried to suppress a moan. You were already dripping wet, your juices soaking into Leon’s cock as you gripped his sides firmly. “God— your so fucking tight…” Leon groaned as his big hands held your hips. “….is it good to move now?” He questioned breathlessly. You smiled at him before nodding your head in response. Leon thrust forward pace quickening, he was going to fuck you dumb on his cock. “Fuck….fucking hell— I’m gonna cum inside ya…” he moaned.

“Le— Leon ah—!” You moaned his name, while gripping his shoulders as your hands went to his back your nails leaving scratches. “Thats right, princess. Keep moaning my name like that…” Leon continued to fuck you roughly against his hard length. You bit down on his shoulder and started moving faster on his cock, “Fuckkk… I’m coming, baby…” As your legs started to shake aggressively, your back arched up as your muscles spasmed around Leon’s cock.

“Oh fuck…I’m close.” Leon groaned as the last of his climax hit him deep inside you. He buried his face in your neck and kissed it before releasing himself in you one final time. “Fuckkk--I love you so damn much.” He said panting heavily and holding you tight as he tried to catch his breath.

“And haaah— I love you too…” You mumbled softly closing your eyes and nuzzling your nose into his neck before sighing contentedly. Leon kissed the side of your head and ran his fingers through your hair. “Are you tired?” he asked quietly. You nodded your head and yawned, “A little.”

“Alright, well, I think it’s time for bed, princess.” Leon said lifting you up and carrying you to the bathroom getting you cleaned up, then taken back to the bedroom where you changed into some comfortable clothes.

Once you were done, you crawled back into the large bed with Leon. He pulled you close to him spooning you with his arm draped lazily across you. His breathing had calmed significantly, you could tell because you felt his chest rising and falling beneath yours, and his heartbeat was calming. “Goodnight, babe.” Leon muttered drowsily. You hummed an acknowledgment in response and snuggled further into his chest, “Love you.” You said sleepily. “I love you too, sweetheart.” Leon replied with a soft smile. He pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead, “Sweet dreams.” He whispered and you let out a small sigh as you settled deeper into him.

The next morning

“Honey? Are you awake?” Leon questioned, poking your side lightly. You groaned a little but remained silent otherwise. “Y/n?” he spoke a little louder still poking your side, “Baby. Wake up.” You rolled over in his embrace and opened your eyes slowly. “Hm…” you hummed looking at him with half lidded eyes. “Can’t seem to remember what day it is anymore huh?” Leon laughed as he brushed your hair out of your face, “It’s Monday.”

He chuckled when you made a face, “Don’t worry baby, I don’t mind staying home today.” He leaned down and kissed your forehead, “Go back to sleep, alright?” He asked placing a soft kiss on your lips. “Promise me you'll stay here with me?” You pouted up at him with puppy dog eyes and his heart melted, “Of course I will, princess. No matter what happens I'll always stay.” You smiled at him happily before curling yourself closer to him and falling asleep. Leon watched your figure disappear behind the curtains of the door. He smiled as he turned over and placed a gentle kiss on top of your head, “I promise, sweetheart.”

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salt, ice and fire | frank castle

chapter fifteen - domestic affairs

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word count: 7.9k

warnings: explicit content minors dni (mxf intercourse) swearing, mentions of death, torture, all the canon typical violence bc how else do i explain it. shit is fucked

a/n: i had a mind blank writing the smut which is surprising considering im a whore??? like you would think i know that. that’s why this took so long. but wow guys pls forgive me for how long this one is, i make it better bc i didn’t want to blue ball u any longer. or myself. or reader. or frank tbh. i really enjoyed writing this chapter tho!! there’s so many lil tie ins with reader and franks thoughts and i just brrrrr.

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“I thought I’d heard her name before.” You stare up at the building, giant blue letters screaming ‘New York Bulletin’ above the entrance. “She was the one who wrote that article I read. About the Punisher.”

You remember reading that article, and how it made you feel sick and guilty and all the things you never knew you could feel about Frank Castle. It was also convincing as hell, which is exactly what you were going to need if you were going to successfully pin the murder of the Colonel on the Gnucci’s.

“Like I said, its a long story. Just - let me do the talking, okay?” You roll your eyes and put your sunglasses back on, trying to hide the black eye forming on your face from two nights ago. Waking up in the back of the car, Frank’s arms hugging you tight to him, you were silently hoping to get the chance to pay him back for your last night at the garage.

It was tiny and impractical, the back seat already squished, but you would make it work for a chance to taste him like he did to you. By the time you had completely come to your senses, though, he was already driving, leaving you in the backseat with a kiss on the forehead. And now you were here, attempting to control yourself as you walked into the building of his not ex-girlfriend.

You could hardly think of anything else since then. The way he held you down, hands touching parts of you that shouldn’t have felt so good but just did because it was him. The memory of the sounds he made, buried between your thighs, how he told you how good you were, how long he would spend doing just that…

The ding of the elevator broke your thoughts, and Frank’s arm brushed against you as you both stepped inside. He had his hood pulled over his head, knowing he would be recognised here if anyone looked at him for more then three seconds.

Alone in the lift, you stepped closer to him instinctively, and his arm wrapped around your back. The touch awakens you, reminds you of the power he has in those hands, and how he used that to make you feel more alive than you ever had before. He must feel you stiffen up, or jolt or something, because he uses his other hand to make you look up at him, head tilting when his finger hooks under your chin.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit.” You roll your eyes. “You don’t have to come up. If that’s what your worried about.”

“I want to come.” The whirring sound of the elevator echoes around you, and Frank drops his arms away as two people enter the small space. Backing him into the corner, you turn around, using your body to cover him as much as possible. If there’s one thing you knew, it was how to hide your face. “Do you not want me to come?”

“When did I say that?” His eyes go over your shoulder, looking at the two people now cramping you both together.

“Why do you answer every one of my questions with a question? It’s annoying.”

“So do you.” The door opens, and Franks voice stays that low, gravelly tone that has your mind drifting to places it really shouldn’t be right now. The people behind you leave, and you don’t step back even though you know you have room. You see his hand move in your peripheral vision, and then feel it on your waist, pulling you closer.

“If you want to do this on your own, work out your shit with her, I get it.” The last thing you want is to shove yourself somewhere you aren’t wanted. “Promise I won’t go all Hannibal Lecter on you.”

“I don’t wanna do anything without you.” Every time Frank says something like that, something soft and sweet, he looks down, or hides his face so he can’t see your reaction. Almost like he’s scared of watching the confession hit and crumble off you, like he’s shot an arrow in the wrong direction and he’s just waiting for it to miss its mark.

It never does.

The ding of the elevator arriving at the floor makes Frank release you, and he brings his hands to your shoulders and spins you around, directing you out the door to the right before you can say anything else.

“Keep me covered. Her office is around the corner.” He talks like nothings happened, and all the people rushing around slowly makes your brain swim back to normal thoughts. Right. Karen Page. The not-ex. The body you just left in the woods. Normal thoughts.

He tugs you over again, keeping you to the side, and a man delivering mail smiles kindly at you before squeezing past with his bag. The gesture would of made you stop if Frank wasn’t driving your body behind you.

“Up here. Lock the door behind you. Let me talk first.” You nod slightly and stop in front of a door, the name on it right in front of your eye level. Quickly, you open the door and shove Frank in first, then slip in behind and lock it.

The woman is on the phone, and Frank says nothing as he stands in the middle of the room, pulling his hood down. If she heard you enter, she hadn’t said anything, still talking into the phone like no one was listening.

“No, I don’t want to wait for him to get released! The media will be all over it by then, and I need his statement to be unbi- Jesus Christ!” She drops the phone when she turns around, hand reaching for her bag. Frank starts to raise his hands, you still standing at the door, but before she recognises him she’s already aiming the small gun at his head, eyes wide with confusion.

“Hey! Hey. It’s just me.” You were wrong. She does recognise him before she draws the gun, but holds it there anyways. He still has his hands raised, and you resist the urge to step in between him and the woman, who you can now get a good look at.

She was gorgeous, that’s the first thing you notice. That easy kind of pretty, blonde hair going well past her shoulders, clothes clean and fitted, blue eyes hard and trained on the man in front of her. Her finger isn’t on the trigger, but she holds it there anyways.

“What the hell are you doing!?” She yells, keeping her spot behind the desk. Keeping distance between her and you. Smart, too, then, although you already knew that from reading the article.

“I - we need your help. I would of called but…”

“You didn’t think I would answer .” She finishes, and he nods.

“Yeah.” She starts to drop the gun, and then her eyes flick to you, and she just moves the aim. “She’s with me.”

Frank steps between you and Karen.

“What do- You scared the shit out of me, Frank. Where have you been?” At his words, and seeing the look on his face, she drops the gun with a sigh.

“It’s a long story. It’s why we’re here.” Frank steps back to the side, and it feels like your feet are cemented to the floor.

“We?” Karen says, looking at you.

“Yeah.” At first you think she might be analysing you, but then you remember who she is, and what she does, and her face softens when she sees your arms.

“Well, at least your making friends.” She sighs again and runs her hands through her hair, clearly frustrated. A trait shared among Franks few friends. “You said you were done with this. Where have you been, Frank?”

“All over. I had business out of town.” Her jaw tightens at the mention of it, and you make a mental note not to push the whole Punisher article with her. Not right now, at least, although you did have a lot of questions, ones that you didn’t think you could look Frank in the eyes and ask. “I’d been tracking the Gnucci’s-“

“The crime family?” She sinks into her chair, shaking her head as he nods.

“I’ve been on ‘em for months. Madani called once we crossed over, and I’ve been cutting them down ever since. This is…” He turns to you and says your name, and finally your legs work because your walking over to stand next to him, eyes trained on the floor. “She’s… tied up in all of this. The Gnuccis, New America. All of it is connected.”

“What about the murders?” Ever the reporter, she nearly squints as she runs her eyes over the two of you, who probably look like a mess. “You have anything to do with that? Dozens of mob guys and low life’s dropping dead in the past three months? I had to put my job on the line for them not to print an article titled ‘The Return of The Punisher.’ Those people lost their heads, Frank. What were you think-“

“It wasn’t him.” You look up, catching the slightly guilty look on Franks face at Karen’s accusations. “It was me.”

Her grip tightens on the hilt of the gun still in her hand.

“You’re the assassin? The one who’s been ripping peoples heads off all over New York?”

“One and only.” If she was scared, to her credit she didn’t show it a lot, just in the slight shake of her hand with how hard she was holding the gun. “It’s complicated. The Gnucci family targeted my fathers research, needed it to built human weapons. They killed him for it, and used it on me.”

The air leaves your lungs when you say it, but you know it was needed. She looks at the two of you then, two broken people who have a little too much in common to be falling together on accident. Two people, created by those in power, used only for another’s agenda, who had finally had enough and broke free. Two people who had lost everything, and somehow found each other.

“They used me. Since I was fourteen, after they perfected my fathers work, I’ve been killing for them. Three years ago they locked me in a cell underground and let me rot. Three months ago, The Colonel broke me out.”

“The leader of New America. Why would he risk his life to get you out?”

“He didn’t risk anything. They are working together. It was part of some elaborate plot to get me to trust Bobby again. He’s planning some take over now his father is dead, and he needs me on his side. He has my brother.” You feel selfish. So, so selfish because you don’t think you have thought of your brother in the last day. It used to be all you obsessed over. Now, your brain was jammed with other things, even if you tried to keep them out. Frank spoke next.

“They are coming after her. And me. The Gnuccis are a force of their own, but New America is travelling on thin ice.” He steps forward, satisfied she isn’t going to shoot him now. “We need your help.”

Her eyes were still on you, clearly processing all the information you’d thrown at her. She doesn’t look rattled, really, just annoyed, or maybe disappointed. She looks at Frank again, and your sure you were right. She’s disappointed.

“I thought that was it for you, Frank.” She sighed, putting the gun back in her bag. “After Billy - I can’t believe Dinah called you back in.”

“She didn’t call me back in. I was already there. These guys are using kids, Karen. She was fourteen, and look what they did to her. What they’re doing to her brother. You think I can just let that shit go?” You look down, unsure of where you fit into this conversation now you’ve been used as an argument.

“You haven’t changed a bit, have you?” She stands from the chair, and looks to you before moving around the table.

“Is that a yes?” He starts to relax a little, taking a step back so he’s right next to you instead of in front.

“You know me. Soft spot for on the run, wanted criminals. What is it you need, exactly?” She looks at you now, and it takes you a moment before you realise she’s actually talking to you.

“Well, we…um— when we found out where New America where hiding out, we broke into their hold. They were keeping people down there-“

“Your brother?” She asks softly, and there’s a look in her eye that makes you feel like she knows how you’re feeling.

“I thought, maybe. But he wasn’t there. Still, there was people we needed to get out, and we found the Colonel.” She nods, looking to Frank as he takes over.

“We should of killed him there.” The comment was unnecessary, and it makes Karen grip the table a little tighter. Not afraid, more pissed off.

“But we didn’t. We took him with us, because I thought he might have more information. We knew he was working with the Gnuccis, and I didn’t really have any other ideas, so we…” As much as you want to trust this woman, you’ve already admitted to being the infamous assassin, so maybe telling her you tortured and executed a man less than twenty four hours ago and left his body in the woods wasn’t the best place to start. “We got what we could, but all he could tell us was his men are just as angry at the Gnuccis as we are.”

“After we killed him—“

“Hold on. The Colonel is dead?” Her eyes go wide and she starts writing something on the notepad on her desk. “Jesus. Okay, what else.”

“After we killed him, we realised that we could kill two birds with one stone. New America will come after us if they find out we killed their leader, but if they think Bobby executed him for losing her—“ He looks over to you and you nod. “Then they’ll go straight to the source. We figure two rival gangs going at each other’s throats will give us enough of a distraction to get her brother out, and they’ll kill each other in the process.”

“How does the FBI play into all this?” Clicking her pen, she keeps writing.

“Well, the agent Frank called - Dinah Madani - she told me she’d keep my brother safe, keep him from falling back into the wrong hands. She’s also not having me shot and killed on the spot, so I guess I owe her for that.”

“The FBI has a hit out on you?”

“I’ve killed hundreds of people all over the country. I want my brother safe, and I need to be alive to do that.” She nods, and you notice she doesn’t write that part down. Out of solidarity for you or for the agent risking her career, you don’t know. “We take down Bobby and get my brother out, she sends us any information she finds, takes the credit and makes it offical. My brother gets a life and home that he deserves when this is all over.”

Frank was staring right through you, body angled towards you. It was the same way he looked at you after your first conversation with Madani, when he yelled at you for exchanging your freedom for your brothers safety. You would sell a lot more to garuntee it, you just hoped he’d forgive you for it.

“Where does The Bulletin come in?” Karen asks, now looking between you and Frank as you have a weird silent showdown.

“We need to make the New America boys believe Bobby killed the Colonel. We figure you write and article, get the word out. Your paper gets first grab at his death, and we get half an army off our backs.” Frank manages to tear his eyes away at some point during the conversation, now looking at Karen’s notebook. “I know I owe you bout a million favours, but I-“

“I’ll help you. Of course I will.” Her eyes were still going between you and Frank as she slips behind the desk, sitting back down and scribbling a few notes. “I’m gonna need something, though. An angle I can pitch, a photo, anything I can form a story off.”

“We have a photo of the body.” Frank slides the phone over, and Karen’s face screws up a bit. Not so much as to hint she hasn’t seen anything like it before, though.

“That’ll do.” She starts writing something else, and then pulls open her laptop. “Would it be a bad time to ask how you’re doing?” Frank breathes out a light laugh, the way his shoulder brushes your arm as he does lighting a little fire under you.

“I’m doing good. Better.” He drops his head, looking at the floor. “You still seein’ that lawyer? Murdock or something?”

“I see him. Whether I’m seeing him or not… that’s a really good question. One I don’t have the answer to.” You try to hold back a laugh. Damn, could you relate. Franks head snaps up to look at you, and he squints, analysing your move. “Okay, I can work with this. I’ll run the story as soon as I’ve put it together.”

“How long does it take?”

“I can get it out for tomorrows front page. This whole gang war has been headlines for the past few weeks. Thanks to you, I guess.” Swallowing, you look out the window of her office, anything to not see that emotion of empathy across her face. It’s not one you deserve. “You sticking around this time?”

“If this all goes how I need it to.” Frank says. You had only spoken once about what happens after this is all over, but the conversation with Karen reminds you that there might not be much of a choice for you now. Madani might not kill you, but she wouldn’t let you walk free.

“If you need a place to crash…” She goes into a drawer and pulls out an old looking key. “It’s an apartment downtown. I rented it, but I’m staying at Matts place house-sitting until he’s back in town. There’s food, hot water, clothes you can wear.” The last part she aims at you, smiling almost sadly.

“We can’t stay.” Frank strains.

“I know, but no one’s using it. Just for the night, even, to clean yourselves up. You look like shit.” Both of you laugh, knowing it’s true. You feel like shit, too. “Take the key. You can stay there tonight, and when the article goes up you can decide what you want to do.”

“Karen-“

“Just take it.” She shoves her hand at him, and he obeys, taking the key from her open hand. You search for a spark in the room, a longing between them that you’re getting in between. Frank had an entire life before you. Sometimes it feels like he lived two before you ever walked through his door.

“Thank you.” You say, and she smiles at you a little, nodding.

“The story will be on the front page tomorrow. You know the office number. Call and ask for me, I’ll answer - if you need anything while your here.” Frank shakes his head.

“You’re still all heart, huh?” Frank steps back, sliding the key into his pocket.

“New York hasn’t frozen me out yet.” You follow suit, walking towards the door. “Wait.”

“Yeah?” Frank says, and you can feel his hand ghosting the small of your back. Whatever Karen was going to say doesn’t come out, and instead just looks at the two of you. How Frank angles himself between you and everyone in a room, no matter how much he trusts them. How you, someone who’s supposed to be a lethal killing machine, have to look at the floor when Frank smiles at you because you beam back too much and want to hide it. It’s like she’s looking right through you.

“Nothing. Just stay safe, okay?” He nods. “It’s good to see you. And meet you.” The last part she aims at you, smiling a little. “Let me know when this is all over. That your both safe.”

“You stay safe too, Karen. It’s gonna be hell out there real soon.” Frank says. With that, you flick the lock on the door and block Franks silhouette, heading towards the elevator.

Frank doesn’t say anything this time when you get in, just the sound of the elevator slowly taking you down the bottom of the building. No one gets in on any of the floors, and you really wish they would because at least it would break up the silence.

Karen was nice. Really nice. That wasn’t the problem. It was now, how he was acting all weird and frozen up after seeing her that had you second guessing yourself. He puts his hand on you back and nudges you out the doors as soon as they open, heading straight to the drivers side door of the car.

You didn’t know how long you had slept, but it was clearly most of the working day because a lot of people were leaving the building with you, making it easier to hide. The sun was setting a bright orange colour across the city, and you made sure to admire it for a second before getting in.

He pulls off the curb, and you don’t question why he already knows where her place is. Actually, you do, but not out loud. The last thing you want it to come off jealous, like you did the first time. Instead, you just let him drive, and lean forward to flick through the radio stations.

‘She’s Always a Woman’ by Billy Joel drifts through the cars old speakers, and you turn it up a little to drown out Franks glaring silence. His knuckles where nearly going white on the steering wheel. You tried to rack your brain for any other thing he could be thinking about other than the encounter you just had with Karen. Was it because she mentioned wanting to see Frank after all this? And you. She wanted to make sure you were safe.

The word didn’t mean a whole lot to you before, but something you’ve never felt with anyone was safe. Until Frank. The thought drifted into your mind, how you would keep that safety if Madani came true to her word and couldn’t perform a miracle to keep you out of prison. Or worse. How would you hold onto that safety, that person, when that was the future you had signed up for? Either way, if this was all you would get, you wouldn’t waste another second of it, no matter how much insecurity was scratching at your throat.

You cross your legs and stare out the window, hoping once you get to the apartment Frank will either tell you he’s having some mid life crisis or rip your clothes off and fuck you. Either way, at least you would know what he’s thinking.

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Frank grips the steering wheel so hard the old scars on his knuckles threaten to re-open. He turns the familiar route, one he drove consistently the past few years, and knows he’s only got about five more minutes before you reach the doorstep.

Seeing Karen stirred up a whole lot. It had been months, since he’d done shit like this, and seeing her disappointment, hearing the things she said about him, about you... he wondered what the hell you were still doing with him.

Frank knew you weren’t planning to stick around after, but he couldn’t help where his brain went when he pictured what happens next. You said you wanted peace- for your brother, for yourself. You never asked to be in any of this. Frank had put himself here, but you never had a choice. When Karen had said she thought he would be done with all this... it hit him a little harder than he thought, because he knew he never would be.

Was that something you could live with? The whole Madani situation he would get a cap on, he was already figuring some shit out for you, but if you were given the choice, one of the only ones you’d ever had, would you choose a life like this? A life with someone like him? would you choose him? Nothing about this would be peaceful, he doesn’t know if a day would ever come that he would just be able to forget about all the horrible shit happening on his front doorstep, in his backyard, and not do anything about it. It wasn’t the way he was built and it was the reason that people like Karen were always disappointed.

He never saw that look in you, though.

What he did see, was the way you looked through him. Like you saw all his fucked up shit, all his faults and still got in the car with him. You had seen the worst of him first, and it wasn’t enough to scare you off. He wasn’t sure anything would be now, and he didn’t know whether to kiss you for it or tell you how stupid it is.

Either way, nothing that happened in that room managed to dull the way he’d been feeling about you since this morning. Waking up next to you felt normal. Right. Having you that close, even in the cramped space of the back seat, wrapped under his arm with your head on his chest - there wasn’t a feeling he could name for it.

Turning another corner, he pulls up on the street next to Karens old apartment building. He’s been inside before, but never really stayed longer than a few minutes, so he’s not sure what to expect, but it could be a complete shit hole and he’d be grateful for a real bed. To sleep, sure, cause his back was killing him from last night in the car, but having you here, alone, with a whole night ahead of him… The ignition flicked off, but he was still gripping the steering wheel tight.

It was these kinds of thoughts that were why he’s kept his mouth shut the entire drive over here. All the things Karen spoke about, the way her eyes went between you two, obviously picking up on whatever the hell you two had going on, it was all a blaring reminder of how bad he wanted to take that something further. How he wanted to get back to twenty four hours ago when he had you moaning his name like it was the only word you knew.

“Frank?” Your voice cuts the silence, and Frank sucks in a sharp breath, his brain foggy with memories. “You good?”

“Yeah. Apartments up there.” He gets out of the car, going into the back to grab the couple of bags of clothes and weapons the two of you had together. At first all your stuff was in one and his in the other, the third exclusively for weapons, and while that one remained the same, he can’t count the amount of shirts he’s pulled out of his bag that belonged to you, or how many times he’s seen you wake up in one of his. Not that he was complaining - he’s even slipped one or two in what used to be your bag on purpose, just to see you in his shit.

You trailed behind him, and while his mind was filled of everything he wanted to do to you once you were finally alone, you were quiet and keeping your distance. He got up the few flights of stairs hearing you coming behind him, further away than he’d like. You might have put some distance between Bobby’s men for now, but New America still based in New York, and as far as they knew, were still working for Bobby. He slides the key into the door, and holds it open until your inside. He locks it behind you, and drops the bags to put a chair in front of the door for good measure.

“Paranoid?” Your voice comes from behind him, sarcastic tone clearly not knocked out of you by his silence.

“You aren’t?” He says, jamming the back of the door between the handle. He sees you roll your eyes as you wander around the house. It’s different to the way you looked around his safe house. This is more calculated, like how you analysed Micros garage, and he hates that he can’t take you somewhere you feel safe.

“Where’s the bedroom?” You ask half heartedly, running your hands over the stacks of books on the shelf. Frank shrugs and turns back to the door, trying to figure out another way to jam the lock shut. When he turns, though, he hears you scoff. Keeping his eyes on the task, he takes the bait. “What?”

“You don’t know?” He realises the game your playing, but honestly he wants to see how you are gonna ask him what you really want to ask.

“No.” He hears you scoff again, and open a door before closing it quickly, and opening another one.

“You really aren’t going to just tell me?”

“Why would I know?”

“See? You do it all the time.”

“Do what?” He finally locks the chair into place and shakes it a couple times, making sure its secure.

“Answer me with a question. It’s fine. I’ll find it.” He stands up, and turns to face you. He can see your holding something back, and he’s positive he knows what it is.

“I’ve been gone for a year, you know that?” Taking a step forward, he dips his head slightly to catch your eye line. “Just cause I know the way here-”

“You don’t have to tell me, okay? I don’t really want to know.” You run a hand through your hair, and Frank takes another step, closing the distance between you. He looks down at you, hands gently wrapping around your waist. He breathes in deeply, the first time he feels like he can since he let go of you this morning.

“Look at me.” He says into the top of your hair. When your eyes look up, he can see a thousand thoughts whirling behind them, and he wants to take every single one of them away so you are only thinking of him, because all he can think about is you. He leans down and kisses you lightly— leaning forward so his head touches yours.

“I’m not jealous.” You say, face as neutral as possible, but when he smiles and breathes out a laugh, you lose your composure and smile with him. With you this close, he can feel how warm you are under his jumper, and he pulls you closer, pressing you harder against him. You smile a bit wider, and he would of dropped to his knees right then and there if you hadn’t started talking. “I’m still getting used to you being this nice to me, you know.”

“I was always nice.”

“Sure.” Your arms wrap around his neck, and he relaxes a little, knowing you aren’t going to shove him off. He would be as patient as you needed him to be, wait for the rest of his life as long as you kept him around. “You okay after today?”

“’Course I am. Why?”

“You said it’d been two years. It’s a lot. Seeing someone after that long, especially someone you were with-”

“How many times are you going to bring this up?” He says softly and leans down, kissing you a little deeper this time, pulling everything but him out from under you.

“I just-”

“I don’t want to talk about anyone else.” Frank kept his voice lower, softer, and the change made you pull him tighter, and this time you kissed him.

It’s like you took the wind out of him, everything spiralling, nearly losing his footing when you kissed him. He felt you lean into him and that was enough, both of his arms dropping down under your thighs and picking you up. Your legs wrapped around his torso, and the feeling of being surrounded by you had Frank kissing you harder, deeper.

He took one step to balance himself and ended up with you against the wall, but the surface behind you pushed you closer together, and all he could hear was more, more, more-

“Frank.” You sighed his name into his mouth, and the last of his self restraint melted when your hand brushed into his hair, tugging a little when he nipped at your bottom lip.

“Missed this, sweetheart.” He feels your body shiver with the name, and he remembers how much you liked it the last time. Everything kicks into gear now, and his mouth is moving down your neck trying to taste as much of you as he can.

The hand not tugging on his hair comes to the side of his face, guiding him back to your mouth. His eyes open just for a second, and he sees a glimpse of the look on your face. A small smile and hazy eyes— he doesn’t think he’s seen a prettier sight. Seeing you smile sent something electric straight into his chest. Pushing off the wall, he doesn’t take his mouth off you as he walks to the nearest door. Opening it, you pull back. Frank has no clue what door he’s opened, he’s just hoping it has a flat surface big enough for both of you.

“Are you seriously taking me into another bathroom?” The echo of your voice in the room makes him open his eyes, seeing tiles and a glimpse of the shower.

“I said I didn’t know where it was.” Your head turns and he draws your attention back to him, kissing under your jaw and letting his teeth drag lightly along your skin. “You want to stop?”

“No, I just don’t really want to be on a bed or any other surface where you and someone else...” There was only a few things that could of dragged him away from your skin at that moment, and that was one of them.

“We didn’t.”

“You didn’t here, or...”

“We didn’t. It wasn’t like that.” He makes sure to lean back so he can look you in the eye. In truth, the last thing he wants to be doing right now is thinking of anyone but you, but if he needed to draw you a god damn diagram, he would. “I told you that.”

“I didn’t mean to-”

“Stop talking, baby.” He kisses you again and theres no hesitation, no more questions as your mouth opens and you fit him perfectly. He walks with you still in his arms, hands fitting over your ass now that he has the fucking chance to.

He wouldn’t admit how many times he’s though about touching you. Not just since that night in the garage either. Walking through this apartment trying to find the bedroom, he realises it’s probably been a lot longer than he’d let himself believe, and when he finally finds the room, mattress completely bare, he decides he can’t wait any longer.

He lays you down, not letting go of you and coming down on top, and his hands trail up your sides. He takes your shirt up with the move, needing to feel every inch of soft skin he feels like he’s been craving for a lifetime. He leans down, his tongue gliding lightly above your belly button. He feels you gasp, and the sound is music to his fucking ears.

You throw your shirt over your head and begin to tug on his, the neckline bunched in your hands, but he doesn’t have the patience to take his mouth off you right now. Instead, he goes slow, mapping your skin and working his way up to what might be one of his favourite parts of your body. You are biting your bottom lip so hard he thinks you might draw blood, and he kisses you, replacing your lips with his own. Right now, he wants you to feel nothing but him and how good he’s about to make you feel.

One of his hands holds your waist as he slides himself in between your open legs, and the way you roll your hips as soon as he’s close enough has him almost seeing stars. He swallows every little moan and gasp you make when he pushes himself against you, both of you still wearing jeans, and he wonders if he’s got enough pull to tear through denim just to speed up the fucking process.

“Not c—” You cut yourself off when you gasp, a sweet high pitch sound when Frank practically grinds against you. “Not close enough.”

“You want me to do somethin’ about that, sweetheart?” Your arms cross over behind his neck and pull him closer, and he has to push back against the mattress to keep from slamming his face into yours. Sometimes he forgets how strong you are, and clearly, so do you.

“Don’t be a tease.” You whine and Frank buries his face into your neck, knowing you can feel his smile. The last thing he was going to do was make you work for it. There would be plenty of time for that— but right now he was already working at the button on your jeans.

Yanking the tight fabric down your legs, there wasn’t an inch of you he wanted unmarked by him. He remembers the first night, where he had you pinned underneath him, and how loud you were moaning as he left marks along your neck so everyone would know he was there. He started at your thighs, working his way up to your hips, the same ones his hands were wrapped around holding you still.

The image of his hands on your skin, his thumbs hooked under the thin fabric of your underwear, a slight purple colour already coming through where he’d laid the most attention was one he knew he was going to see every-time he closed his eyes. He didn’t spend nearly as long taking off his pants, shoving them off the bed and crawling back up to your mouth.

“S’ pretty.” When you arch your back this time, he takes the chance to slide an arm underneath, hauling you up closer to him. Your arms just hold him tighter, letting him move you where he wants. His other hand slips under the seam of your underwear, and hearing the sigh of relief that comes out of your mouth is enough to have him almost painfully hard.

“Oh— god.” He knows exactly what you want, how you need him. His thumb finds that sweet spot on your clit, dragging slow circles while his middle finger easily slides into you matching his rhythm.

“Feels good, baby?” The way your hands were fisted in his hair and lightly scratching on his back told him his answer, but he loved to hear you try and form a response, a few pitiful whimpers and moans making him go faster, draw more out of you.

He kept you there for a while, watching all that anger and sarcasm melt away just for him- speechless, because of him. He sped up just to watch your eyes flutter open when you said his name, and then slowed down and felt your nails dig harder into his bare shoulders as some kind of silent protest, one your mouth wasn’t able to form the words for.

It was stirring something in him he didn’t know he had, he didn’t even know if he had a name for it. Seeing you soft and pliant under him was something so unlike you that it had his cock straining in his boxers, but the way you were saying his name had his heart beating a mile a minute.

“Fuck— yes. Please go faster.” You moan, and he hums against your skin, feeling how tight every part of you was getting. He knew you were close. He wouldn’t deny you a god damn thing right now, and he went faster at your command, watching as your eyes nearly rolled back into your head.

“That’s it. Atta girl.” You choke out his name when you reach your peak, and Frank can’t keep himself quiet, groaning at how tight you get when you cum. Everything about is warm and soft and so fucking wet— he doesn’t stop, doesn’t think he can just yet, just needs to feel you a little longer.

Your nails dig harder into his back, yank on his hair, and your whimpers get more persistent no matter how hard he’s kissing you.

“Fr—ank.” You hiccup and he pulls his hand away, kissing your forehead, knowing it’s getting just this side of too much. He was so fucking selfish with you, practically addicted to your sound, your taste. “Fuck.”

“Sorry, baby.” He feels your smile before he sees it, and your arms drop from around his neck, fingers still shaking as you pull at the band of his boxers in an attempt to pull them down. “It’s okay-“

“Stop being such a fucking gentleman.” He swears he nearly growls out some kind of response, seeing just a hint of your normal fight sink back into your lust filled eyes.

The sight has him kicking off his boxers and ripping your underpants away, losing them both somewhere in the room. Franks hand wraps gently around your face, cupping your jaw forcing you to look at him. With a little pressure your mouth drops open slightly, and he kisses you sweetly. The look on his face must change, because your eyes get a little wide looking up at him before you add

“Please.”

“Such good manners.” He teases and you squint at him. You get that look that you usually do before you roll your eyes at him, he knows because it’s one of his favourites. You don’t get the chance, though, because it’s replaced by his new favourite, the face you make when he slides his cock inside of you.

He was holding himself together, using everything he had to control himself, but feeling you around him— so tight and warm and fucking soft—

“Ohh— fuck.” He groaned as he slide back out, almost leaving you but not quite, and then driving back. He pauses, seeing how you shake a little underneath him, and he kisses you again and again, pulling you back to him. “Sweetheart. You okay?”

“Feels so fucking good, Frank.” Christ— the way you say his fucking name. Nothing will feel as good as you do, sound as good as that. He pulls out again and watches as you go all soft on him again, the arm under your back pulling you closer.

You roll your hips in time with him, both of you working in perfect sync. You were almost whining, a constant string of pretty sounds mixing with his low moans he was trying to keep quiet. His hand dropped from your face to hold your hip, his own picking up speed just a little. He was going to draw this out, but what he lacked in speed he made up for in pure fucking power, hearing you gasp every time he managed to brush against the right spot, chasing it every thrust.

“Frank— oh my god.” You turn your head, giving Frank a glimpse of the marks he’d left just moments before, and his tongue drags along the sensitive skin.

“So beautiful, baby. So good to me.” You turn back, biting his bottom lip softly.

“Frank I want-“

“What? Tell me. It’s yours.”

“I wanna— god. I wanna stay.” Your eyes squeeze shut and you kiss him hard. He nearly fucking cums hearing you say that, and you do, your second orgasm making you shiver as he holds you tight. He speeds up, hips slamming into you; determined.

“Yeah?” He gives you a moment to nod, watching as you never fully come down and he keeps you on that edge; forces you to stay with him. He can feel that sweet burn building in his chest, and he wants to take you with him. “You can fuckin’ stay baby. Keep you with me, yeah?”

“Mhmm. Wanna—“

“Whatever you want. Just stay with me.” He didn’t realise how much he wanted— no, needed you to say that until now.

“Okay. Okay.”

“Doin’ so fuckin’ good, baby. God—“ He was going to lose his mind if he waited one more second, but then he feels it. Feels you, and his vision nearly goes white.

“Fuck Fra—nk.” You choke on your words and he feels you tighten around him, the wet sounds spurring him to his own release. When you whimper his name— a sound so pathetic and sweet he knows he’s gone, and pulls out before spilling all over your stomach and chest, arm still angling you towards him.

He loses himself for a minute, drifting off into somewhere where it’s just you and him and none of this shit matters. Somewhere in his mind where he can keep himself buried inside of you all day, every day, hear the way you say ‘Frank’ like it’s something to be thankful for, like it’s a blessing your giving him, a gift.

Neither of you say anything, Frank just leans down, forehead pressed to yours, heaving a few deep breaths when his mouth isn’t on you. He can’t get enough of the taste, tongue licking into your mouth lazily as his free hand runs soothing lines up and down your side.

At some point he leans down and picks up your shirt, using it to gently clean you up. You swat at his hands when he runs it over your inner thighs, both of you laughing slightly as he leans down to kiss you better. Throwing your shirt away, he takes his own and slides it over your head, covering you up as best he can before finally letting his arms give out, wrapping you in his arms.

“Cold.” You say after a second, cause as much as he has you curled into him your legs are bare and there’s no fucking blankets on this bed. Reluctantly he pulls himself away from you, yanking open a couple of drawers until he finds a giant blanket. He throws it over before sliding in next to you.

It’s this feeling he feels most relaxed— something like peaceful. Your breathing gets slower and your face buries into his chest, legs tangling together not caring how close either of you get now. His hand holds the back of your head, kissing your nose, and your eyes open.

“Hi.” You whisper, moving impossibly closer.

“Warm now?” You nod. He can tell your tired, so he ticks you back into his chest. You sigh, and he thinks that might be it. He wouldn’t hold you to anything you said— but there was no doubt in his mind that hearing you say you wanted to stay with him made every other plan for after seem dark and plain sad.

I want to stay, you said.

You didn’t say how long, or if you meant in New York, or even just in the fucking USA, but he meant what he said. He wants you to stay with him after this. After all this, he wants to be near you, with you, whatever that means. His arm tightens around you at the thought, and just before he hears you fall asleep, you whisper four words that nearly make Frank Castle cry.

“I want to stay.”

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