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fake it

joel miller x f!reader

rating: explicit, 18+ mdni summary: does joel know you well enough to know when you're faking it? warnings/tags: [18+ MINORS DNI] smut, smut, smut, it's pretty much entirely smut, dirty talk, unprotected piv sex, cream pie, faked orgasm, panty sniffing, cunnilingus. word count: 5.7k masterlist a/n: i've had this idea worming around in my head for days and i just had to get it out so heRE WE GO

“We’ll stop here for the night.”

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of Joel’s voice, and the truck rolled to a stop as he parked it in the middle of a field, directly on the edge of a thick forest. The three of you had been on the road for hours since leaving Bill and Frank’s place, and you’d drifted in and out of a fitful sleep for the past few hours, painfully aware that it was your turn to take first watch once you stopped somewhere for the night.

“Fucking finally,” Ellie grumbled from the backseat, and Joel shot her an annoyed glance through the rear-view mirror.

It was already dark outside, and you shone a torch ahead into the inky black mass as the three of you spread your sleeping bags out on the ground. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, adrenaline spiking in the darkness. You’d always been afraid of it; the dark, and what lurked within it. And being in the middle of a field, late at night, unable to make a fire, was surely one of the worst case scenarios you could think of.

“You guys sure we’re safe out here?” Ellie asked warily. You noticed her eyes staring out across the forest, trying to spot anything through the thick mass of tall trees.

When Joel didn’t answer her immediately, his own eyes drifting outward to gaze into the darkness, your stomach dropped. After a second of too much silence you discreetly elbowed him in the side. His head snapped around to look at you, frowning as he rested a hand on his rib.

“We’re fine,” you assured Ellie quickly, raising your eyebrows at Joel, as if to say, right?

“Yeah,” he said, eyes sliding from you to her. “No one’s gonna find us out here. You should get some sleep, we’re movin’ early in the morning.”

She nodded, still looking somewhat unconvinced, before slipping into her sleeping bag and rolling over so that her back was to the pair of you. You stared at your partner for a moment, chest aching with anxiety, hating the way his tone of voice hadn’t calmed your nerves.

Too anxious to sit down and rest for a moment, you shouldered a hunting rifle instead, positioning yourself close to the truck, where you could see both of them clearly. Every few minutes you rotated your body, watching the trees from every angle, making sure you would notice if there was even the slightest sound or movement. You hands grew clammy where they held the gun, and you had to readjust your grip on it every once in a while.

“What’re you doin’?” Joel’s voice drifted over to you after a little while. You turned, huffing out a laugh when you saw him lazing on his sleeping bag, sipping from his flask of whiskey.

“What am I doing?” you chuckled. “What are you doing?”

“Getting’ drunk on the job,” he smirked, tipping his head back as he drank. You swallowed thickly, smile fading as you stared at his long, thick neck, and the way it was exposed when he tilted his chin up. It had been weeks since the two of you had done anything more than kiss, too preoccupied with Ellie, and getting to Wyoming.

It was as if Joel could sense where your thoughts had travelled, because his expression darkened, eyes squinting greedily at you from across the open space.

“Why don’t you come over here, darlin’,” he said, resting a hand on his thigh.

“Joel,” you warned quietly, but he just patted his thigh in encouragement, taking a long sip from his flask.

“Just c’mere.”

You spared a glance around you, will power hanging by a thread, but ultimately shook your head, refusing. Joel let out a huff and stood up. He moved slowly, eyes never straying from your face as he stalked towards you, like a predator hunting his prey. And you watched him, tongue darting out to wet your lips as he came to rest beside you, leaning against the truck. Doing your best not to look at him, you tightened your grip on the gun and allowed yourself to lean back against the vehicle as well.

Joel held out the flask to you. “What’s got you so worked up, sugar?”

Casting an irritated glance in his direction, you snatched the flask from his hand and took a long swig, welcoming the stinging distraction as the liquid burnt down your throat.

“You know I hate the dark,” is all you said.

He hummed from low in his throat, nodding once. He stretched out a hand and snagged one of your belt loops with his finger, tugging you quickly into his side. You stumbled into his chest with a sharp gasp of surprise.

“It’s not so bad,” his deep voice drawled, plush lips grazing your ear. You shivered, tucking the flask away before placing a hand on his chest, your fingertips digging into the soft muscle there. “Nothin’ scary about it.”

Joel let his nose trace along the shell of your ear, and then across your cheek, and then his fingers were gripping your chin, turning your face to his..

His lips claimed yours in a bruising kiss, sucking and biting, lathing his tongue along your bottom lip until you welcomed him into your mouth with a pitiful sigh. His tongue pressed against yours, stroking slowly, coaxing your jaw open. You were vaguely aware of his other hand gripping the zip on your jacket and tugging it down. Heat flared in your abdomen, and you gripped the collar of his jacket, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth and pulling back, enjoying the way he groaned as you stretched it out before releasing it with a wet pop.

You watched, glossy-eyed and already a little dazed, as Joel pried the gun out of your hands. He placed it gently onto the bed of the truck. His hand traced over your stomach, fisting the material intermittently, and then he was gripping your hips, spinning you so your chest was to the car, and he was pressed firmly against your back.

“Joel,” you muttered nervously, but he ignored you, sponging kisses behind your ear, suckling on the sensitive spot where your neck met your jaw. You could feel him, hot and hard against the curve of your ass. One of his hands drifted along the softness of your lower stomach, toying with the hemline of your shirt, and a stuttered gasp escaped your lips.

Sharp teeth grazed your neck, nipping at the skin and then he was lapping over it with his tongue, soothing the piercing ache he’d caused. You sighed at the feeling, rutting backward against him. You allowed your eyes to drift shut. And then they slammed back open again, as you realised neither of you would be keeping watch if you shut them. Joel’s face was hidden against your neck, there was no way he would see if anyone snuck up on the camp. Your heart thundered in your chest at the thought, and you kept your eyes open from then on.

“You smell so fuckin’ good,” he whispered against your skin, voice rough and wanton with need. “I’ve been missin’ you.”

“What abou-“

“She’s asleep,” he reassured, grip on your waist tightening. You could feel the way he was straining against his jeans, cock desperate and begging to be touched, as if he’d been thinking about this moment for hours, days, weeks. The ache between your thighs grew painful, and you rubbed against him harder.

“We have to be quiet,” you murmured quickly.

His only response was the distinct sound of his belt clinking, and then a shuffling noise as he dragged his pants low enough to free himself from the tight confines of his underwear. Not wasting a second, he gripped the waistband of your jeans and tugged them down as well, only satisfied when they rested around your knees, giving him full access to you.

One of his fingers glided messily between your folds and he sighed into your ear, marvelling at how wet you were for him already.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Wish I could put my mouth on you right now. Know you’d taste so good for me, baby, always do.”

You groaned. A soft, pathetic sound.

“It’s been so long,” he groused, and you murmured your agreement. It felt like you were suspended in the air, anticipation holding you firmly in its grasp as you waited for him to do something, anything. “Can’t stand it; s’all I could think about today.”

He tapped the rough pad of a finger against your clit and your entire body flinched forward against the car. As if he could sense the way your knees were buckling, his free arm wrapped around you, holding you up. You murmured his name desperately, hips pushing down against his hand.

“Should I fuck you with my fingers first?” he asked quietly, middle finger circling your entrance. “Or should I let my cock stretch you out?”

When you didn’t answer, mind too fuzzy to string a sentence together, he said, “Hmm?”

“Please,” you keened roughly, turning to glance at him over your shoulder. “Just want you, need you inside me.”

You saw the way the muscle in his jaw worked, lips pursed together as tension rolled through his shoulders. And then his cock was gliding through your folds, smearing your slick over his length, before the blunt tip of him nestled at your entrance. A harsh shout left your lips as he pushed himself, bottoming out in one thrust. Instantly, one of his hands slapped over your mouth, fingertips pressing into your cheek. Your eyes widened, darting around the clearing that surrounded you both on all angles.

“This ain’t gonna work if you do that,” Joel said gruffly, adjusting his hips so he pulled out halfway, before pressing himself back into you. The burn was delicious, and you fluttered around him, gripping him tightly after so much time missing him inside you. A garbled version of your name escaped him, and you whimpered in response, bucking your hips backwards, silently begging him to continue.

He set a gruelling pace, pressing into you relentlessly. One hand covered your mouth while the other gripped the front of your shirt tightly, holding your body still as he fucked into you. When your body jolted against the car from a particularly rough thrust, he muttered a gruff apology into your ear, but didn’t let up. Back arching, you contracted around him, revelling in the sound of the muted groans being let out against the back of your neck.

You bit down into his palm, a muffled cry escaping you. The thought of Ellie waking up and discovering the pair of you flitted through your mind and you cringed. But it disappeared from your mind just as quickly, Joel’s movements driving it away.

The air filled with sounds of heavy breaths and an odd squelching sound, as your slick squeezed around his cock and dripped out of you. Low curses spilled into the atmosphere, and Joel was saying something, speaking to you, but you couldn’t hear him over the roar of blood in your ears. Everything was heightening. The muscles in your abdomen tightened and twitched with every movement of him inside you, and your hips strained backwards, meeting him thrust for thrust. It was all so fast, so desperate, and your body was begging for release after being left untouched for weeks.

But right as you felt yourself reach a precipice, as Joel pushed himself to hit the deepest part of you, everything was ruined.

Because a violent image ripped through your mind of someone storming into the camp in that moment and dragging Ellie out of her sleeping bag. Of someone pointing a gun at you and Joel, while you were defenceless. The darkness of the night seemed to crush in around you, reminding you of its presence and suffocating you. Anybody, or anything, could be out there right now, watching and waiting for the right moment to strike.

Goosebumps rose across your skin. You gasped at the thought, icy dread spiralling through your veins, your orgasm drawing further and further from reach. Except Joel took your gasp as a good sign, and groaned in response, hand dropping your stomach to toy with your clit as his thrusts grew jerkier. You jerked against him, mewling into his hand. It felt good. It felt so fucking good, and yet you couldn’t focus, too distracted to lure back the orgasm that had been dancing in the edges of your periphery.

Your head was a violent jumble of pleasure and panic. A devastated moan tumbled from your lips, mouth hanging open as the head of Joel’s cock angled against your g-spot.

“There?” he asked breathlessly, and you nodded, reaching to grip the back of his neck. He moved faster, pushing and pulling and hitting that spot over and over. And you could feel the coil inside of you burn again, liquid heat spreading through your limbs as your body tried to reach that high again, but it just wasn’t fast enough. The car was cold against the front of your body, and your brain was on such high alert, that you knew you wouldn’t be able to get there.

“Come with me,” Joel encouraged gruffly, fingertips holding your jaw in a bruising grip. “Come on now, let me have it.”

He was so close. You could feel it in the way his rapid heartbeat crashed against your back; in the ragged breaths that were exhaled across your neck. His hips were stuttering against you, thighs tense. And you wanted him to feel good. Wanted him to let go after so long – god, he deserved it. So you did something you’d never done with Joel before.

You faked it.

Your chin tilted upward to the sky, and you let deep, elongated breaths rattle through your chest, singing his name into the palm of his hand. Joel made a deep guttural sound. His fingers rubbed messy circles against your clit, and you bucked against him, heart thrashing in your chest. He said you’resotight, and you said I’m comingohgodJoelohfuck, and through it all, you could feel it growing inside of you. Your lungs burned inside your chest. He was stretching you so perfectly, so deliciously, and you let out a genuine moan at the feeling of his rough thrusts. You could feel him in the bones of your skull, in the tips of your toes, and in every inch of your body in between, and yet you needed more.

Joel trembled, his entire body shaking against yours. You felt his cock jump inside you in quick, jerky movements and clenched around him, and then he exhaled a deep groan, and went still.

After a few moments, he pulled out, and you gasped at the cold sensation. Rapid breaths left his mouth, he peppered soft kisses down the side of your neck, removing his hand from your face only to wrap both arms around your torso and hold you against him. Your core ached, clenching around nothing as his spend seeped out of you, spilling onto your inner thighs.

Turning in his arms, you offered him a dazed look. Your body was hot, coiled like a string pulled taught, waiting to snap. He kissed you, with less rush this time, and you returned it lazily, reaching down to tug your pants up over your hips again. Your tried not to cringe as your underwear pressed against you. You were uncomfortably wet, and the cold material stuck to your tacky skin. Joel did the same.

Pulling back from the kiss, you rubbed the side of your jaw, flexing your mouth open in an attempt to soothe the ache that had settled there. Joel watched you all the while. His dark eyes flickered over your face, trying to see you through the darkness.

“You good?” he asked quietly, at the same time as you heard a twig snap somewhere in the trees, off to your left. Your head snapped to the side, eyes glaring out through the thick inky black, ears straining. “Baby?”

“Sorry,” you said, shaking your head slowly. “Thought I heard something.”

Strong fingers gripped your chin, turning you to face him once more. A frown had settled across his face, eyebrows drawn tight across his forehead. His lips were a thin line, and his chest still shook as he regulated his breathing, but you could see it there; the understanding. Your heart skipped a beat in your chest as nervousness zipped through your body. He knew. There was no way, you told yourself. No way he could have known. And yet the longer you stared at each other, the deeper his frown got.

Wordlessly, his hand dropped between your bodies, and he pressed his palm against your mound through your pants. A soft sound of surprise escaped your mouth as his fingers curled against you, pressing against where your clit ached. You whimpered softly, numb fingers gripping his hand and holding it against you. Recognition flashed in his eyes, and you stilled, hand going lax on top of his.

“Fuck,” Joel said gruffly. “Fuck.”

You opened your mouth to speak, to deny it, to tell him it was fine, to say anything, but a rustling sound caught both of your attention. It was coming from the same spot as before, only this time it seemed louder, more pronounced. Your breathing paused.

“Get in the truck,” he said.

“Joel,” you tried, panic laced through your voice.

“Get in the truck now,” he said, grabbing the hunting rifle from the truck bed. “I’ll get the kid.”

Blood rushed in your ears as you walked swiftly to the passenger side of the truck, swinging yourself up into the seat and shutting the door behind you as softly as possible. Anxious goosebumps rippled across your skin as you stared out the window into the darkness, trying to catch a glimpse of Ellie or Joel. Minutes passed, and then the doors opened, and Ellie slumped inside, rubbing sleep out of her eyes, as Joel slammed into the driver’s seat, starting the car and tearing out of the field.

“Did you see anything?” Ellie asked from the backseat.

“No,” he said, not looking at either of you.

“Then why are w-“

“Go back to sleep,” Joel ordered her firmly, and you cringed at his tone, turning in your chair to offer her a sympathetic smile. She didn’t return it, laying down across the backseats and turning her back on the pair of you.

The car was entirely silent as Joel drove the three of you back onto a road, and continued heading towards Kansas City. And as much as your body yearned for sleep, you found yourself wide awake, eyes focused out the windscreen, watching the tarnished landscape pass you by, exposed up by the car’s headlights.

After an hour of driving, Joel finally spoke.

“Ellie?” he said, tone even.

No response came from the back seat. You watched him out of the corner of your eye. He repeated her name.

Satisfied when there was no response, he spared a glance in your direction, before turning back to look at the road.

As if against your own will, you whispered his name quietly, pleadingly.

“Don’t,” he practically growled.

“I’m s-“

“You thought I wouldn’t know?” his lip curled upward, a grimace painting his face. “Think that I don’t know you well enough to know when you’re faking it?”

Your entire body stilled. Heat prickled across your skin, and you prayed to a god you didn’t believe in that Ellie was truly asleep in the backseat. Your hands were clammy, and you wiped them fruitlessly against the material of your jeans, unsure of what to say. He waited for you to speak, and when you didn’t, a loose sigh rattled from his chest.

“You do this thing,” he said quietly. “When you come.”

“What?”

“This huge smile,” he frowned. “Like you can’t help yourself. Like it felt so good, that you can’t control your face, and you smile so big I can see every one of the fuckin’ teeth in your skull.”

“Joel—"

“Every time,” he interrupted firmly.

“I-“

“And I didn’t realise,” he whispered harshly. “How much I look for it – that I wait for it, I god damn expect it.”

“I’m sorry,” you murmured feebly, heat flashing through you. You gazed at the side of his tense face, stomach twisting at his words. You’d never known you did that. Never known he would notice if one day you didn’t.

“You’re sorry?” Joel scoffed. His hands gripped the wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white. “You should be angry.”

You watched him with bated breath.

“First time I touched you in weeks, and I didn’t even make sure…,” he trailed off, teeth gnawing on his bottom lip. “Like you’re some fuckin’ toy.”

“It was good, Joel,” you spoke in a hushed tone, glancing over your shoulder at Ellie’s back. “I swear, I was just distracted, and it was dark, an-“

“It’s not good with me,” he said curtly, and you stopped, wetting your lips anxiously.

Before you could say anything else, a soft murmuring came from the backseat, as Ellie started to wake up once more. You cringed, straightening in your seat and returning your gaze to the road ahead.

“This isn’t over,” Joel said, voice rough. And when he turned his head to look at you, just for a second, you nodded in acknowledgement. A dark glint of determination shone in his eyes, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

A long, tense day passed by before Joel could get you alone again. You felt the frustration rolling off of him in waves. Those dark eyes watched you, uncaring of whether you noticed or not, his hands twitching towards you whenever you were close, aching to touch you, to repent. Without a chance to shower, you spent the entire day with a sticky reminder of the night before. You were uncomfortably wet, your own slick mixed with Joel’s come making a mess of your underwear, streaking down your thighs inside your trousers.

It was late afternoon by the time he spotted a house in the distance, and when he pulled up outside of it, he ordered you and Ellie to stay in the car while he checked it out.

“I’m fucking exhausted,” she said from the backseat, as soon as Joel was out of earshot.

“Me too, kid,” you muttered, eyes on the front door until he reappeared, giving the all clear for you both to get out of the truck and go inside.

“There’s a few rooms,” he told you as you looked around the house, eyes drifting over the dusty furniture, bookshelves, dining table. “Two down here, one upstairs.”

“Shotgun upstairs,” Ellie said quickly, heading towards the staircase at the end of the hall.

“Are you hungry?” Joel called out to her back.

Ellie paused at the bottom of the stairs and gave him a look that said what do we even have to eat? But all she said was that she was gonna crash, and grumbled something about him never letting her get any sleep as she marched up the creaking steps.

“I think I’m gonna get some sleep as well,” you yawned, stretching your arm out against your chest. Joel’s eyes flashed to yours, and he huffed quietly.

“Is that right?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. You faltered, pulse quickening at the insinuation laced in his words.

“I—”

“First door on the right,” he motioned his head towards the hallway, and you followed him wordlessly towards the room.

It was small, cosy. Late afternoon light gleamed in through a north facing window, and the sun’s rays shone across a double bed in the middle of the room, and a bare side table. Silently, Joel stripped the sheets off the bed, leaving them in a pile on the floor before unzipping his sleeping bag and draping it across the mattress.

“You tired?”

You watched his hands as they spread the sleep bag out, flattening out any lumps in it. Thick, long fingers pressed against the material, and heat spread through your lower stomach.

“Yes,” you said honestly, and he nodded, tilting his head to look at you. You unzipped your jeans and discarded them on the floor before crawling onto the bed.

“How tired?” Joel queried, kicking his shoes off and joining you on the mattress. He rested back on his heels, hands splaying across your kneecaps as he gazed down at you.

You mmm’d from the back of your throat, wetting your lower lip. “Not too tired.”

The muscle in his jaw jumped as his eyes drifting across your body, down your bare thighs, to rest on the dark spot on the front of your panties. His fingers traced down your thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake, until he gripped the hem of your underwear.

He pulled them down your legs, tantalisingly slow, and you watched with wide eyes as he lifted the ruined material up to his face. Maintaining eye contact, he held them over his mouth and nose, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look away as he inhaled deeply. Heat soared across your cheeks, and you would have been ashamed, if it weren’t for the way you could see him beginning to bulge against the zipper of his jeans, hot and hard for you.

“I want you,” you whispered brokenly. Joel dropped your underwear onto the bed beside your body.

“I know,” he gritted his teeth, sliding his palms down your inner thighs and prying them apart so he could settle in between them.

One hand raised to cup your face and you smiled, nuzzling your cheek into his palm. His thumb grazed your bottom lip in a silent request, and you parted them for him instantly, welcoming the digit into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around it, wetting it, and watched intensely as he lowered his hand down your body, and pressed the finger between your folds.

“Christ,” he cursed, mouth falling ajar as he felt you. “You been like this all day?”

“Yes, yes,” you whimpered.

“Then I’m a fuckin’ monster,” he chuckled mirthlessly, staring between your legs with hooded eyes. “Left my best girl all worked up. God, darlin’, look at you; dripping wet for me, desperate for something to come on.”

“Please,” you exhaled sharply. “I need you, want your cock inside me so bad.”

He tutted quietly, shaking his head a little. “You think I deserve it?” his eyes flashed to yours, mouth downturned. “Think I deserve to be inside this pretty pussy, when I’ve been so mean to it?”

Your thighs tensed painfully as his finger started rubbing lightly against your bundle of nerves.

“Because I don’t,” he said ruefully. “Think I need to make it up to you first, what do you think, baby?”

“Okay,” you exhaled.

“And we aren’t finished unless you come,” he said darkly. “Do you understand?”

Your lips felt numb, tongue heavy in your mouth as you stared up at him through hooded eyes. Joel glared down at you, nostrils flared. “Say you understand.”

“I understand,” you finally mewled in frustration, twitching into the mattress as his thumb swiped over your pulsing clit. “F-fuck, Joel, please.”

His finger dragged between the swollen lips of your pussy, spreading you open so he could see your glistening core. He swore under his breath, the tip of his thumb gliding over your entrance where he could see remnants of his seed still easing out of you. His knees thudded against the old mattress as he dragged himself down the bed, and then his mouth was on you.

“Ohhh,” an exaggerated moan left your mouth, leaving your lips parted in an O shape as your head dropped back into the pillow. His tongue flattened to lick a stripe up your core, all the way from your entrance to above your clit and you shuddered into his mouth, crying out at the contact. His hands gripped your thighs and dragged them over his shoulders, pushing his face deeper into you.

Joel’s nose dragged across your clit as his tongue circled your entrance, and slurping noises filled the air as he cleaned the remnants of himself from your hole. You gasped, fire racing through your veins at the idea of him drinking down his own come, and your hips bucked off the bed. The tips of his fingers dug into your thighs in a silent warning to stay still. You clawed your nails into his scalp, raking through his messy hair, doing your best not to absolutely writhe against his face.

He groaned against you, pulling back momentarily to smirk up at you, your slick shining on his lips and beard. It was shameful, the way the noises he made went to your head. The deep, growling moans, the way his hums vibrated against you. You absorbed them and filed them away into your memory, somewhere only for you to ever see. Your hips framed his face, thighs bracketed over his shoulders as he gripped them, no doubt leaving bruises where his fingertips dug into your flesh.

Joel worked painstakingly slowly at first. His hot, long tongue glided along the entirety of you, and then he dipped it inside your weeping hole. Your eyes rolled back as he pumped his hot muscle in and out of you, until you were begging him to just please fuck me Joel please I’m sorry, but then he just sped up, moving upward to flick the tip of his tongue across your clit. You gasped, back arching off the bed as he swiped back and forth sharply, his lips suctioning around it as he abused your swollen clit.

And then one of his hands disappeared, and he eased a long, thick finger inside of you. He stroked along your walls, hooking his finger against your g-spot as you cried out his name, clenching around the digit. Encouraged by the response, he swiftly pushed a second finger inside, scissoring them and stretching you out as he sponged messy kisses against your clit.

Your mind was a blur. “Shit, Joel.”

Every single nerve, every point of feeling in your entire body, was directed to the apex of your thighs, and you trembled with the intensity of it. Every kiss, every lick, every suck was a reverent apology, a vow to never let it happen again. Joel was on his knees at the altar of his god, begging for forgiveness, and you were more than happy to grant it.

It felt like your chest was being ripped open as heavy breaths worked their way out of your burning lungs, heavy panting mixing in the air with the sounds of his tongue gliding through your wetness. Beads of sweat formed on your forehead, and you moaned roughly as he let his teeth skate ever so slightly over your clit.

His fingers pumped inside you, curling against the roof of your channel in a continuous motion as his tongue rolled against your nerves. It sent a familiar fire spreading through your abdomen, warming your entire chest, until you were gasping for air, jaw aching as it hung open, in awe of every point of contact he had with your body.

You clenched painfully tight, pussy squeezing around his fingers as his tongue swiped back and forth across your clit. Joel hummed in encouragement, mouth buzzing against you in a way that sent you careening towards the edge even faster. It seemed like every muscle in your body was tightening. Arms tensed awkwardly, one hand buried in his hair, the other twisted in the sheets beside you. Thighs pressed against the side of his head, stomach burning as he built you up and up and up and—

“Oh, oh my—fucking god,” you sobbed as your orgasm hit, and Joel braced you against the bed, working you through it. Pleasure rushed through you like an avalanche. Stars burst behind your eyelids, and you let go of everything that had ever existed in your world except for Joel. You lost yourself in him; in the glide of his tongue against your core, in the way your fingers twisted in his hair, in the rough scrape of his beard against your inner thighs. He was everywhere, everything.

In time, you were vaguely aware of him pulling back, of only the drag of his fingers inside you remaining, and you knew he must have been watching you, raking in the sight of you so exposed.

“There you go,” you could hear him saying, somewhere past the ringing in your ears. “Give it t’me. That’s it, look so pretty like this, all fucked out just for me.”

And when he dragged his fingers out of you, it was only to make room for his head to drop down once more to suck and lick at where your orgasm dripped out of you, moaning as he went, desperate not to miss a single drop.

Finally, after the final waves of your climax had settled, and your limbs dropped heavily against the bed, he kissed his way up your body, wet mouth leaving a shimmering trail along your skin until he reached your face and kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

He pulled back after a moment, and you breathed deeply, lost in the way the sunlight danced across the back of your eyelids. You weren’t aware of the corners of your mouth tilting upward, of your lips peeling back to reveal your teeth as you grinned brazenly, cool relief coursing through you.

“Look at that,” Joel’s voice brought you back down to earth, and you blinked heavily, trying to focus your bleary eyes on his face. His hair was messy, a dark rough halo around his head as the sunlight shone around him. One side of his mouth was pointed upward, a small smirk decorating his features. “There’s that smile.”

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chvoswxtch · 1 year

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look at me

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

summary: frank just wants to show you how pretty he thinks you are.

warnings: swearing, brief mentions of alcohol, angst if you squint, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

word count: 3k

a/n: y'all wanted a spicy sequel to pretty, and if there's one thing i'm gonna do, it's keep my frankie lovers fed. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

[part one]

The smile that tugged at the corners of Frank’s mouth was playful, flirtatious even, with a hint of mischief threatening to split open his lips to showcase his teeth. The look in his eyes however was anything but. Their usual warmth of chocolate had been completely eclipsed by almost pure obsidian, as if his pupils had blown completely wide open, leaving the faint rings of iris glowing with a ravenous hunger. A crisp tremor fell down your spine in conjunction with a blazing trail of heat that followed the path of his unwavering stare, and you couldn’t pinpoint what you were more tipsy on at this point; the tequila or him.

Frank hadn’t moved an inch since extending his invitation. As badly as you wanted to accept it, a tiny voice of insecurity echoed in the back of your head.

“Frank…don’t mess with me like this.”

“Do I look like I’m jokin’?”

There was a clear challenge laced in Frank’s words and in the arch of his brow, daring you to question the authenticity of his offer. He had never lied to you before, and he had no reason to start now. You also knew Frank would never be as cruel as to lead you on with false intentions.

“No.”

“Then quit bein’ stubborn, and do as you’re told.”

It took everything in you to hold back the moan that threatened to slip at those words. Your body seemed to be obedient to Frank’s commands instead of your own, because you were abruptly rising from your seat, closing the short distance on wobbly legs to stand in front of Frank. He didn’t give you another chance to hesitate, large hands grabbing at your hips to pull you fully onto his lap, causing you to reach out and grip onto his broad shoulders to steady yourself. The teasing smirk that occupied his lips split into a proud grin at your reaction.

“Attagirl.”

Your eyes fell shut at the gravel of his praise hitting your ears, instinctively digging your nails into the muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt as a heavy shudder left your lips.

“Look at me.”

As your eyes fluttered open, you noticed the intensity in Frank’s eyes had softened considerably. One of his large hands came up to seek out a home beneath your jaw, fingers curling around the back of your neck while his thumb traced your bottom lip carefully.

“This alright?”

“Yes, Frankie.”

The voice that left your lips didn’t even sound like it belonged to you. It was higher in pitch, nearly breathless, and overflowing with a need you’d never experienced before.

“The second it ain’t, you’ll tell me, yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Frank leaned in slightly, and you thought he was going to kiss you, but confusion quickly settled between your brows when he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead instead.

“What-”

All of a sudden Frank stood to his full height, and you immediately clung to him as he carried you down the hall towards his bedroom with both of his large hands securely placed on your ass.

“Wanna show you somethin’.”

A pout instantly formed on your lips when he put you back down onto your feet, shaking his head as he flipped the light switch on in his bedroom.

“Aw c’mon, don’t look at me like that. C’mere.”

“What are you doing?”

“Told you I wanna show you somethin’.”

Frank placed his hand on your lower back and guided you forward until you stood in front of his bed. You eyed him curiously as he looked down at you with a smirk, twisting your body around with his hands until you stood with your back to him. Your puzzlement only grew as you realized you and Frank were standing in front of his closet that had mirrors for doors. Catching his eye in your reflection, your breath hitched as Frank pulled you back firmly against his chest, and for the first time you were able to see just how much bigger than you he actually was. He had over a foot of height on you easily, and his frame was so broad compared to yours, the thought occurred to you that if Frank was standing in front of you, no one would be able to see you at all.

“Tell me what you see.”

“That you’re fucking huge, Frank.”

A cocky grin took over Frank’s mouth as he chuckled lowly, settling his hands on your waist and squeezing gently while shaking his head.

“You ain’t s’posed to be lookin’ at me, sweetheart.”

“How can I not?”

You weren’t sure where this boldness was coming from. Five minutes ago you thought you were gonna melt into a puddle in the middle of the kitchen when Frank called you pretty. Now, the way he was staring back at you in the reflection of the mirror had confidence igniting in your bloodstream.

“Eyes on you.”

“But-”

“Thought you were my good girl, hm?”

Letting out a soft whine of frustration, you watched as Frank brought his hand up to grasp your chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head so that your view was on yourself.

“You see her?”

Giving a slight nod of your head, you trapped your bottom lip between your teeth as you stared at your reflection in the mirror.

“Ain’t she beautiful?”

Heat flushed through your cheeks as you nodded slightly again, resisting the urge to take Frank’s thumb into your mouth when he gently pried your lip from your teeth.

“C’mon baby, let me hear you. Tell me.”

“Y-yes.”

“See them beautiful eyes? Get lost in ‘em every time you look at me, sweetheart. And these pretty, soft lips? Always wondered if they tasted as good as they looked.”

“Frank-”

A low chuckle sounded near your ear when you let out a desperate whimper, and Frank pressed his thumb against your parted lips gently.

“You’re an impatient little thing, you know that? Didn’t I say I was gonna show you how pretty I thought you were? You gonna behave and let me?”

Letting your head fall back against Frank’s chest with another frustrated whine, you nodded your head furiously. He lightly tapped his thumb against your lips, causing you to open your eyes, and you watched as his fingers slipped just barely beneath the hem of the shirt you wore.

“Can I take this off?”

“Please.”

“Arms up, baby.”

Quickly lifting your arms above your head, you felt goosebumps erupt all over you as Frank’s warm fingertips lightly traced over your skin when he lifted your shirt to pull it over your head. Letting it drop to the floor, his eyes remained fixated on you as he lightly tapped the button on your jeans with his index finger.

“These too?”

“Frank, please.”

You should be embarrassed at how needy you sounded. He hadn’t hardly touched you, hadn’t even kissed you yet, and you were already a pathetic mess. Frank’s fingers easily popped the button on your jeans and tugged the zipper down at a pace that had your chest nearly heaving with anticipation. You sent a silent thanks up to whoever was listening that you had worn a decent cute pair of panties that somewhat matched your bra. As your jeans got caught around your knees, you were prepared to kick them off yourself, but Frank gripped firmly onto your waist and caught your gaze in the mirror.

“Let me.”

Even as he sank to his knees behind you to push the denim down your calves, his body still swallowed yours. A quiet whine caught in your throat at the sight of him rising back up to tower above you once your jeans were completely out of the way. His eyes hadn’t left yours once in the mirror, permanently fixated on you as he teasingly trailed the light touch of his fingers back up the path from your ankles up to your hips.

“Where you s’posed to be lookin’?”

Quickly averting your gaze back to your own reflection, you felt heat spreading across your cheeks again, but it wasn’t due to desire this time. Frank kept one hand firmly on your hip as his other swiftly unhooked your bra behind your back, causing you to suck in a surprised gasp. He carefully pushed each strap down your shoulder until gravity took over, a low groan emitting in the back of his throat as your nipples instantly peaked from the change in temperature. Digging deep crescent moons into your palms, your hands twitched as you instinctively went to cover yourself, only halting when one of Frank’s large hands grasped both of your wrists to lock them in place.

“Don’t you dare.”

There was a warning in his voice that echoed in his eyes. You were almost completely exposed in front of Frank, and he wasn’t going to let you cower behind your hands. His lips parted slightly as he drank in your figure, eyes wandering over every single inch of your skin. He placed his palms on the outsides of your thighs, moving them upwards slowly to grab onto your full hips, brushing his scarred knuckles along the curves of your waist, and pressing the rough pads of his fingers into the softness of your stomach as his large hands nearly covered you completely. Frank lightly skimmed his thumbs over your nipples before cupping your breasts into his large hands and giving them a gentle squeeze. Your back arched as you pushed your chest further into his touch, letting out a slow moan of surprise as your ass pushed back against the hardness you felt straining against his jeans.

“You are so goddamn beautiful. Can’t you feel that?”

Frank trailed open mouthed kisses along your shoulder as he lazily teased your nipples with his fingers, attaching his lips to your neck to kiss and suck softly, occasionally sinking his teeth delicately into your skin. Your hips began to move of their own volition as you let your head fall back once more on his chest, grinding back against his erection as you gave him further access to your neck.

“That’s it, baby. Move that ass against me, just like that. Love this fuckin’ ass.”

Frank nearly growled in your ear as his right palm came down in a sudden smack, causing you to let out a needy whimper. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you backwards, pressing one final kiss to your neck as he sat down on the bed behind you. Blinking a few times, you stared at him in the mirror, the ache between your thighs becoming unbearable at the wildness in his eyes.

“I ain’t done lookin’ at you, yet.”

Frank looped his fingers beneath the edges of your panties, tugging them down your thighs until they pooled at your ankles. His hands were back on you in a flash, dragging you down onto his lap and spreading your thighs apart, pushing your legs over his massive thighs until your knees were on the outsides of his. A husky moan reverberated in his chest and it had you clenching around nothing. Looking at him in the mirror, your mouth nearly fell open at the reflection of him licking his lips while staring at your glistening pussy like a man yearning for his last meal.

“Fuck, look at you. You’re so fuckin’...I do that to you, baby?”

Frank lightly dug the pads of his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs as he grabbed them, moving them inwards to touch the wetness that slicked your inner thighs. The featherlight contact had your hips chasing his touch, mewling as you gripped onto his muscular thighs and pleaded pathetically.

“Please Frankie…please…just…touch me. I can’t…need it, please. Need-”

A shockwave jolted your body forward as his thumb applied the tiniest bit of pressure to your clit. He wrapped one of his arms around your waist to hold you tightly against his chest, pressing his cheek to yours as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Easy, baby. Gonna make you feel good, I promise. Want you to watch. Can you do that for me, sweetheart? C’mon, open those pretty eyes. Let me see ‘em.”

Opening your eyes slowly, you stared at Frank in the mirror with parted lips, face contorting into an expression of agony as his hand hovered over where you wanted it most. He kissed along your jawline softly, flashing you a quick toothy grin.

“There she is. There’s my pretty girl. Want you to watch, yeah?”

You nodded your head frantically, feeling the denim of Frank’s jeans getting caught beneath your nails from how hard you were gripping onto his thick thighs. He dipped two fingers into the source of your wetness, easily gliding them up to begin rubbing slow circles around your sensitive nub. You had been so worked up this entire time, you thought you were going to combust already.

“Frankie-”

“I know, baby. I know. S’alright. You can have whatever you want.”

You were absolutely fucking mesmerized as you watched him touch you in the mirror. Frank had you propped between his legs like a cello, one hand firmly gripped onto the curve of your waist, while his other moved back and forth, using two fingers to play you to a piece of his own creation, eliciting a melody of notes from your lips that only encouraged him to play with even more precision. The second he slipped one of his thick fingers inside you, your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head. If that was how only one of his fingers felt…

“Oh my god, Frank-”

“Look so fuckin’ beautiful like this, baby. Sound so goddamn pretty sayin’ my name like that.”

Frank slipped another finger inside you, coaxing a loud moan from the depth of your chest at the stretch. You chased his touch with your hips as he flattened his palm against your core, thumb still strumming at your clit while his fingers curled upwards in a beckoning manner over and over, inviting you to follow him to the edge of your release.

“Please please please…”

“Attagirl, keep movin’ those hips like that. Don’t gotta wait on me, baby. You let go when you’re ready.”

“Frankie…I….oh…”

“Could watch you all goddamn day like this. C’mon baby, let me see how pretty you look when you fall apart. Let me hear my name, sweetheart. You can have it, it’s yours. C’mon baby, take it.”

Frank disappeared completely from your view as your orgasm crashed over you like a merciless wave wiping out a sandcastle, sending the remnant pieces of your body back into the comforting tide of his strong chest. His name fell from your lips over and over and over like it was the only word you knew. Frank’s voice sounded distant as his honey sweet words dripped into your ear, his strong arms enveloping you like a warm blanket, rocking you delicately on his lap as you languidly drifted down from the cloud he’d catapulted you onto.

Something warm and plush settled against your lips, and it took your brain a moment to register that it was Frank’s mouth finally against yours. A soft noise of recognition sounded in your throat and Frank pulled back slightly with a grin, brushing his large nose against yours.

“You alright there, sweetheart?”

“You kissed me.”

“Did a lot more than that.”

A blush bloomed furiously on your cheeks, and Frank chuckled as you tried to hide your face into his bicep.

“Ah ah, no hidin’. Not from me.”

“Frankie, I’m…very naked.”

“Mhm, lucky me.”

Tilting your head slightly to get a better look at him, you gently caressed his jaw and pursed your lips into a full pout.

“And you’re very clothed. That’s not exactly fair.”

“Aw, hell. Quit lookin’ at me like that.”

Frank grumbled under his breath as he leaned in to quickly kiss your pout away, easily managing to flip your bodies over and trap you beneath his large form as he pinned you to the mattress beneath him. Despite the size difference between your bodies, Frank fit so perfectly against you that it almost made you want to cry. You weren’t sure if it was the leftover tequila in your blood, the haze of pure bliss starting to dissipate, or that tiny voice of insecurity shouting in your head again, but your emotions were swirling around hazardously like a tornado threatening to tear everything apart, and you needed an answer.

“Frankie?”

The vulnerability in your voice had him snapping his attention to your face, and whatever he saw had that flame that had been burning in his eyes extinguished with a sudden chill of something resembling fear.

“You…you mean this, right?”

“What?”

“This…it’s not…not just because we’ve been drinking, right?”

“Sweetheart-”

“You’re not doing this because you feel sorry for me, are you?”

“Sorry for you? What-hold on, where’s this comin’ from?”

“I don’t know, Frank. You tell me. Where is this coming from?”

Frank cocked his head to the side slightly as he gazed down at you, shaking his head slowly as a tiny smile took over the side of his mouth.

“Ya’know, if you spent half as much time payin’ attention as you did talkin’, you woulda had this answer a long time ago.”

A deep furrow settled between your brows at Frank’s response, and the crypticness of it had irritation flooding your system.

“What the hell does that-”

Frank chuckled against your mouth as he cut you off with a kiss, wrapping his fingers around one of your wrists to place your palm over his heart.

“Here, baby. It’s comin’ from here.”

“But I don’t-”

“Sweetheart, just stop talkin’ and let me take care of you, yeah? I ain’t done with you yet.”

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strawhbrrries · 7 months

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domestic frank seeing his girl after she’s just come back from a girls night out and she’s a little tipsy and giggly rambling about how much she loves him and how happy she is with him whilst he’s trying to help her get ready for bed :’)

screaming and crying and throwing up, im so glad someone else had these thoughts <3 lots of sweet frankie under the cut!!!!

You weren’t sure who called him or when he showed up, but god he smelled good. He big, strong arms supporting about ninety percent of your weight as he walked the two of you from the car and into the house.

“Frankie!! You smell so good.” Your words were soon followed by a hiccup and some other things neither of you could quite understand.

“C’mon baby, in the house.” Is all he responded, lifting you up the stairs of the porch and avoiding any falling that may have occurred if he let you climb them yourself.

He took your purse and any other accessory he could find and set it on the kitchen counter, grabbing a glass of water and a small snack to help counter, what he was sure was, an empty stomach.

“Missed you so much.” You slurred, clumsily taking off your shoes and smiling up at him proudly when you didn’t fall in the process.

“I missed you too, come drink this water for me, okay?” Frank motioned for you to come over, the space between you and the island counter wasn’t that far so he trusted you enough to make it over there.

“M’kay.”

He stood there and watched you drink the entire glass and eat the entire snack he set out, making sure you swallowed it all and didn’t choke, he felt like a father. He loved you too much to risk you choking on a fucking cracker because you forgot how to swallow, in your inebriated state.

When he had gotten the phone call from you about how much you loved him and how glad you were to have him, he knew it was time to pick you up. He knew how much you loved girls night but at some point, your old man, had enough and wanted you back.

“Let’s go get changed for bed, you need to take your meds too.” He grabbed your hand softly and led you to the bedroom, yet again supporting most of your weight but he didn’t mind.

“Can we have sex?” You blurted out, slapping your hand over your mouth and bursting into a fit of giggles. “That was supposed to stay in my head.”

He smiled softly at you and sat you down on the bed, placing a kiss on your forehead before changing you into your pajamas for the night. He disappears momentarily before coming back with a paper cup of water and your nightly meds, taking the cup away once you had taken the meds.

“C’mere funny girl, let’s rest.” He climbed into the bed and pulled you into his chest, rubbing your arm softly as a way to coax you into sleeping.

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nhlclover · 8 months

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fight club | rutger mcgroarty

summary: your boyfriend and his friends drunkenly create their own little fight club, in which he winds up getting hurt.

warnings: blood, mentions of fighting, mentions of drinking, slight angst, indications of nsfw content.

note: fun fact this is what my brother and his friends do for fun. they have their own walk up songs and everything.

word count: 0.9k

It was somewhere around midnight, or around when you finished page 4 of 8 of your paper, that you heard the crash and shouting from downstairs.

You needed somewhere to get your paper done, and with your roommate's boyfriend in town and the library closed at this hour, you turned to your boyfriend. He lended you his room while him and his roommates hung out downstairs.

They had been relatively quiet until a couple of minutes ago when the shouting started. You assumed they were playing video games, getting competitive as they normally do, however the crash was making you think something was wrong.

You set your laptop down, making your way out of Rutgers room and down to the living room where the boys were hanging out. As you turn the corner, you run smack into Ethan, coming out of the kitchen holding a wet rag.

“Oh, hey y/n!” He says, his voice louder and higher pitched than normal.

You are immediately suspicious, narrowing your eyes at the boy. “What’s going on? I heard a crash.” You ask.

“Nothing, just… spilled a drink is all.” Ethan says. You almost want to believe him but a sudden shout from the living room that sounds like your boyfriend makes you hesitate.

“Ow! Don’t touch it!” Rutger shouts.

You push past Ethan, going into the living room. On the coffee table are several bottles of beer, along with hockey helmets and boxing gloves. Sitting on the couch with a bright red gash on his left cheek, is your shirtless boyfriend, Dylan on one side and Frank on the other.

“What the hell is going on in here?” You ask. Ethan comes in after you, walking to Rutger to hand him the rag.

“Busted.” Mark says, standing beside the fireplace, sans shirt but wearing boxing gloves and a hockey helmet.

You look around noticing all of them shirtless, some wearing boxing gloves. “Okay what the fuck is going on?” You ask, now concerned more than anything.

“Hey babe.” Rutger smiles. He winces as his cheek muscles move. “How’s the paper coming?”

“Don’t change the subject.” You say.

“Okay, we had this really great idea that we would box but wear hockey helmets so our faces wouldn’t get fucked up.” Gavin explained. “But Roger here didn’t attach his helmet properly cause it slipped off, cutting his cheek when Mark gave him a sweet right hook.”

A look of horror appears on your face as you recognize the situation. “So you guys got drunk and decided to form your own fight club?” You ask.

There’s a beat of silence then all the boys nod, exhibiting a chorus of ‘yeah’s.

You shake your head in disbelief. “I am fully convinced none of you graduated kindergarten because what is wrong with you guys?”

They sense your disappointment, all of them hanging their heads slightly. You walk over to your boyfriend, taking the damp rag from his hand.

“C’mere.” You say, taking his hand and bringing him to the bathroom.

You re-wet the rag, dabbing it against the cut. He winces, pulling away. “Oh don’t be a baby, it's just water.” You say.

“Yeah…but it still hurts.” He mumbles.

He meets your eyes, reading the disappointed look on your face. “I’m sorry.” He says.

“Yeah, you should be!” You say, the fear that had manifested into anger spilling out. “Do you know how stupid this is?”

“It was just… a drunk idea.” Rutger shrugged.

“Exactly. What are you going to tell coach Naur when he asks where you got the cut on your cheek from? Are you gonna tell him that you got drunk and fought your teammates?” You ask.

“I didn’t plan to get my face all chopped up!” Rutger counters.

You step back, sighing. “I just… please be smarter?”

Your words seem harsh but Rutger understands what you’re saying. “I know. I'm sorry.” He says.

“I’m sorry too.” You say. “I was too snappy.”

“No it’s warranted. We were being idiots.” Rutger chuckles.

“You were being such an idiot.” You laugh, going back to cleaning his wound.

“I may be an idiot but at least I’m your idiot.”

You snort. “You really know how to talk your way out of trouble.”

“Hey, it works.” Rutger says, throwing his hands up in defense.

You clean away the rest of the blood, dabbing it dry. “You’ll need to go and get a proper bandage for it tomorrow.” You say.

“Or I don’t and I get a cool scar out of it.” Rutger says, checking out the cut in the mirror.

“No. No scar.” You shake your head.

“What? I thought scars were hot and mysterious?” Rutger asks.

You find yourself not being able to disagree with his statement, biting the inside of your cheek. You turn on the sink, cleaning the rag of your boyfriend’s blood.

“Oh I knew it.” Rutger smirks. He snakes his arms around your waist, making eye contact through the mirror.

He slowly places kisses up the nape of your neck, leaning around to place more on your jaw. You tilt your head, giving him better access.

His lips unlatch from your skin, you whimpering from the lack of contact. “How about a break from your essay?”

The pair of you exit from the bathroom, you sticking your head into the living room. “Sorry boys, the fight club is over. We’re heading to bed.” You tell them.

Rutger barely waits for you to finish your sentence before he hands your waist, yanking you back into the hall and towards the stairs. You let out a shriek as you’re pulled into his arms.

“Are you guys switching to wrestling now?” Mark shouts after you.

You guys ignore him and the rest of the boys jeering after you, stumbling your way up the stairs.

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jacenotjason · 7 months

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Eddie's Big Lift!

(Opposite AU edition!)

VV Script VV

JULIE: [Said with laughter in her words] Well it’s.. a hilarious idea, Frank, I’ll give you that. But I just don’t believe it’s possible!

FRANK: No, it’s true! I swear, I swear!

BARNABY: [whispering with concern as he walks outside, limping without his caine.] What on Earth is going on out here?

FRANK: Oh, hi, Barnaby! I thought today was reshelf-ing day!!

BARNABY: [softly] It's, reshelving, Frank.. and reshelving day needs a quiet atmosphere.. How could anyone reshelf with you guys bickering so loudly?

JULIE: [still laughing] Our most idiotic Frank here insists that the local mailman is enough of a unit to lift every! Single! Neighbor! In the neighborhood!

BARNABY: [With the tone of someone who’s heard this before, and is concerned] Oh, Frank, not this again..

FRANK: It’s true, it’s true! Barnaby You’ve seen it too!

BARNABY: Now.. Eddie is very capable what with carrying all his packages and such around, but--

FRANK: [Loudly Interrupting] So you agree!!

BARNABY: I did not say-- Frank, our neighborhood includes the likes of Me, Poppy and Home, no one could--

FRANK: [Triumphantly shouting] EDDIE! CAN! LIFT! A! HOOOUUUSSSEEE!!

BARNABY: [Whimper of fear that becomes muffled as he covers his face]

JULIE: Well, I can’t accept such a boast without proof.

FRANK: Oh, I can prove it! Look, here comes Eddie now! Watch this!

BARNABY: [sound of realization] No, wait, Frank-

EDDIE: [as monotone as always] Mail’s here. I’ve got- oh no.

FRANK: [Overlapping him, running off in his direction] EDDIE, EDDIE, EDDIE, CATCH ME! QUICK! CATCH ME!

[Sound of packages hitting the ground and Eddie grunting slightly as he catches Frank.]

FRANK: TA-DAA!! See? See??

JULIE: [Dismissively, with a scoff] Oh come on, that’s barely an accomplishment! I could lift you Frank! Sally could lift you.

BARNABY: [still worried] Yes, I could probably lift you if sufficiently motivated, Frank.

FRANK: [Hmph’s] And yet you two never play “throw-Frank-up-in-the-air-as-hard-as-you-can-and-see-where-he-lands” with me!

BARNABY: [voice cracking with worry] We’ve talked about this, Frank! I didn’t want you to get hurt-

JULIE: [cutting off Barnaby] Well, I’m not convinced. Eddie, [snapping of her fingers], here!

EDDIE: I ain’t a dog, Julie.

JULIE: I just- [quick gasp as shes lifted suddenly] Ah-!

EDDIE: [still monotone as he lifts Julie above his head] voila.

JULIE: A warning would've been nice you ass. [a small, monotone, "ow" from Eddie as she playfully kicks him.] But, I’m still not convinced.

Eddie: [incredibly sarcastic] Oh no. I'm devastated. [drops Julie] Julie: Wait- ['OOF' as shes dropped onto the path] you ass!

FRANK: [overlapping Julie's unceremonious fall and cursing] BARNABY NEXT! BARNABY NEXT!!

EDDIE: Alrighty.

BARNABY: No!

EDDIE: Why not?

FRANK: [said at the same time as Eddie, but much louder] WHY NOOOOT!!

BARNABY: I will not let you hurt yourself attempting to lift me into the air, Eddie! I’d feel terrible!

BARNABY: [gasp of delight] Oh- look! Wally and Poppy! Hello!

POPPY: What’s up? How did the ground taste, Julie?

WALLY: Hi, Barnaby. Hi, Julie. Hi, Frank. Hi, Eddie. What are you--

FRANK: [interrupting Wally mid-greetings; he keeps going underneath his dialogue] EDDIE! LIFT WALLY INSTEAD!

EDDIE: Alright, c’mere little guy- hup!

WALLY: Oh, I’m up here now.

JULIE: [Scoffs] Oh please! Wally weighs 3 apples soaking wet! Watch, put him down.

EDDIE: And down you go.

WALLY: I’m on the ground again.

JULIE: And hup!!

[Another “ta-da!!” to signify her lifting Wally.]

WALLY: Oh, and now I’m up again.

POPPY: Life’s sure got its ups and downs, huh? [chuckling at her own joke] Uhh, but seriously, Cloudie, what’s this new game of yours?

FRANK: [excitedly explaining the situation to Poppy] It’s not a game, Poppy! I’m proving to Julie that Eddie can lift everyone in the neighborhood!

POPPY: Ohhh, why didn’t you say so? Eddie, ya shoulda started with me. Seein’ as I’m such a tiny li’l birdy and all.

EDDIE: [long sigh] ..fuckin.. okay.

POPPY: I mean, it wouldn’t be much harder than liftin’ a couple envelopes, huh? Pickin’ up a li’l girl like me. It’s hardly even worth showin’ off at this point, when you’ve already managed guys so much bigger! But might as well just so you can say honestly you’ve managed the full collection, right?

EDDIE: [groaning, the sound of a flask being taken out of his jacket and quickly swigged from] Mng, okay, c’mere.. I figure I can... Yeah, yup, here we-- [grunt of effort] Hup-- all right-- little more– shit–

POPPY: [under Eddie’s struggle] watch the talons hun.

[Big, forceful, weightlifter-style exhale as he gets Poppy lifted; little “woah-ho-ho!” from Poppy.]

FRANK: [overlapping others] YEE-EES!!

JULIE: [overlapping others, little applause] Hell yeah!

BARNABY: [overlapping others, gasp of fear, his voice muffled behind his paw] oh Mary please..

WALLY: [overlapping others] Oh, now Poppy’s up there.

[One solid beat. Then, sound of Eddie collapsing and taking Poppy down with him, with a loud “OOF!” from both of them. A terrified yip from Barnaby]

POPPY: Ahah! Holy crap, I don’t even have a joke about that! That was awesome! You okay, Ed?

EDDIE: [Groan, sarcasm in his normal monotone as he speaks into the dirt] Oh yes, just fuckin peachy, augh..

JULIE: I still say it’s just passable. Ma, get over here! I bet I can lift you over my head and carry you to Sally’s window to show her!

POPPY: [snort-laugh] Yeah, all right.

BARNABY: [gasping in fear] NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. I’m ending this right now!

FRANK: Oooh, let’s go see if Eddie can lift Howdy next! We can save Home for the big finish!! Sally can watch from her window!

JULIE: Not if I can lift them first!! [her voice becomes distant as she continues to talk, fading until shes not heard anymore] I bet Howdy weighs less because his heart is so empty! Jackass won’t even see it coming. I bet I can carry Home all the way to…

POPPY: Well, I know what I’m doin’ with the rest of my day. C’mon, li’l buddy, let’s catch this party!

WALLY: Eddie’s going to lift up Home? That’s the most. We can go to Howdy’s together and Home can pick out his own hot dog.

EDDIE: Ain’t the first time I spent the day on the dirt path. [spoken in the dirt, his voice muffled]

[Long beat. Just Eddie and Barnaby are left.]

BARNABY: [soft, concerned voice of a father] Oh, Eddie..

EDDIE: What? [his voice louder as he lifted his head from the dirt]

BARNABY: [small chuckle of delight, then whispers] Thank you for entertaining Frank.

EDDIE: ..I don’t know what you’re talking about.

BARNABY: I just think its funny.. If anyone else had asked you to lift people up you wouldn’t have done it, hm? EDDIE: [laugh] Tch. [groan as he attempts to stand] Alright, yeah.. Figured Frank would get a good laugh out of that..

BARNABY: A good laugh? [the sound of struggle as he lifts Eddie to his feet] I think you made his day, Edward. You, quite literally, bent over backwards for him.

EDDIE: [an unusual sound of joy in his voice] Yeah.. well.. Frank makes mine. It’s the least I can do. [the sound of him brushing the dirt off his clothes]

BARNABY: I’m sure he’d be happy to hear that.

Eddie: [a sigh of defeat] mm..

BARNABY: Well, I’m going to go inside and get my caine so I can join everyone else without limping all day.. I’ll see you in a second.

EDDIE: seeya.. [silence as Barnaby walks away, a few sounds of dirt being kicked around by Eddie]

#welcome home #welcome home au #welcome home opposite au #howdy pillar #eddie dear #frank frankly #julie joyful #sally starlet #barnaby b beagle #poppy partridge #poppy ‘ma’ partridge #Wally darling #eddies big lift #welcome home arg #welcome home puppet show #script

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KINKTOBER DAY 10: Frank Castle x Thigh Riding

C’mere

Frank Castle x Fem!Reader

Tags: Thigh Riding, Praise

"C'mere." Frank, lowly, grumbled, callous skin clutching at your clothed hips, swiftly pulling you atop his jean-clad lap.

Suddenly crashing the soft, desperate touch of your lips to the hungry plush of his own, your cloaked crotch so briskly brushed with Frank's thigh. Both tongues soon seeped between such heated mouthes, intertwining amidst the ravenous collision.

Thick, splayed out hand trailing up the - rather chilled - back of your neck, he quite leniently swept his digits through your hair, only deepening the kiss.

Abruptly enough, the subtle, perfectly gentle bounces of Frank's thigh sparked just beneath your arousal. A light, airy whimper slid from your mouth to his - sudden, rocking contact conveying a so heavily yearned for stimulation.

The utter warmth of his lips practically melded with your own as the rough, dense fabric of his jeans - through your own materials - tormented your deprived clit.

Hastily, you subjected the broad span of his shoulders to the forceful likes of your clamping grip, shattering the heated embrace as a mewl rolled over your tongue.

"Yeah? Y'like that?" His words could barely be classed as the previous, edging further towards a complete blur of low, gravelling grunts.

Frank picked up the in the blend of both speed and intention, fulfilling sensations thrilling your pooling cunt - clit pulsing beneath the combination of layers.

"Shit.." You wavered, a desperate croak harshly, mercilessly snapping your word apart.

With a righteous, lust-ridden intent, you initiated such rapid strokes of your clothed hips against his bouncing leg, hopelessly pumping your cunt against the steady, upward motions.

Unknowingly assisting the rather fierce throbbing of your clit, Frank planted sweet, gentle nibbles to your lobes, the sultriness of his open mouth soon pressed right to your bare neck.

Indomitably bewitched, the keen angles of your teeth suddenly punctured the tender surface of your lower lip, denting the flushed pillow. Your - previously gentle - fingertips dug into Frank’s thick, wide-set shoulders, rather clambering for support as a familiar slope built within your stomach.

Clearly anything but oblivious, Frank exhaled such heightened humidity over your jaw, “Y’gonna cum for me, baby?”

Uttering a brief, rather quiet plea, you could barely suffice the simplicity of an “Mhm.”, so helplessly rubbing your soaked, neglected cunt against the rigorous shakes of his thigh.

Lacking a mere moments notice in whatever form, your peaked arousal speedily unwound, mercilessly drenching your entirety with the most euphoric, craved release as you deeply buried your reddened face in the arch between Frank’s neck and shoulder.

Softly, he rested a free hand atop your scalp, effortlessly running his digits over your - now disorderly - hair, “Attagirl.”

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Rooms on Fire: Crystalline

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual

Series Masterlist: Main Masterlist : MainTaglist

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Summery: Madonna is blissfully unaware of the world around her.

Warnings and Content:

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.

WARNINGS HAVE BEEN UPDATED!!!

Extra warnings for chapter: Pregnancy, uuuhhhhhhhh mostly fluff and angst but not bad angst. kinda break up? pushing an shoving and shit. implied violence.

2.8k words

"Do you always trust your first initial feeling? Special knowledge holds true, bears believing I turned around and the water was closing all around like a glove Like the love that had finally, finally found me Then I knew in the crystalline knowledge of you"~Crystalline, Fleetwood Mac

“Ow.”

Frankie whimpers as Will tends to his wounds, shirtless in Will’s med room. William found him in here, trying to disinfect his arm from the bites.

“It’s alright, I’m almost done.” He wrapped Francisco up in gauze, gentle hands on the shaking man.

“Please don’t tell Ben…”

Will sighs, finishing up his job. “He doesn’t talk to me anyway. But Frank, listen.” He looked at Francisco earnestly. “Santi’s catching on. You’ve gotta be more careful.”

Francisco shook his head. “There’s no being careful. There’s no nothing. I’m not… we’re not…” He sighs. “I can’t keep doing this. It’s gonna get Ben killed.”

Although looking sympathetic, there was a soft smile on Will’s face. “That’s why I’ve always liked you, Frank. Someone’s gotta look out for him.”

“You still do, he just doesn’t know it.”

“C’mere.” Will beckoned, bringing Frankie close with his large hand entangling in his brown locks. Will hugged him, then pulled away just enough for a kiss. “You’re a good man, Francisco.”

He kissed back, but refused to compliment. “No… I’m not, I can’t stand up to Santi, I can’t have Ben the way I want I can’t protect Madonna-”

A deep kiss interrupted Frankie, Will’s broad, firm body pressing him up against the counter. “You’re protecting them both, you’re doing the right thing.” Will cupped Frankies face, towering over him. Francisco couldn’t help falling into him, submitting to his strength, his power, his dominance. Will brought his hand down, cupping Frankie’s length through his sweats and stroking him to full hardness. “You’re taking care of them, and I’m going to take care of you.”

Francisco whimpered, relaxing against the counter as he closed his eyes, sinking into Will’s presence.

“T-Thank you…”

“You’re improving a lot.” Santiago compliments you. He sat in his usual spot, watching you paint your latest project. You’d seen it a few nights ago, Francisco in a flower crown, smiling with his eyes closed with Pope behind him, kissing his neck. Pope was very pleased with this most recent project, coming to watch you every day. He must really be proud of you.

Sipping his wine, he smiled at you from over his glass. This was your special time together, and you always looked forward to it. You were starting to show just a little, and you frequently caught him staring at your stomach.

“Thank you, Pope.” You giggle, adding color to the flowers in Francisco’s hair. Blue, yellow, red, white.

Pope didn’t touch you sexually, he hadn’t since you learned you were pregnant. There was no need, he said, but he still kissed you, still held you, his hands caressing your stomach. You’d made him proud, and that’s what mattered. That’s all you’d wanted to do since you were a child.

“Are you going to talk to me?” Will asked his brother, but Ben didn’t turn around. He was doing target practice with his arrows. There was a limited amount of guns and Ben liked to know he could make long distance shots to protect the house if needed.

“Ben, come on. I thought we moved past this when I saved your fucking life.”

He turned around, lowering his bow. “You were protecting Madonna, not me.”

Will rolled his eyes. “She’s not here, we don’t gotta pretend.”

“I’m not? What are you talking about?”

Benny looked genuinely… confused. “You don’t remember what happened at the announcement?”

Ben scoffed, when back to shooting. “Of course I fucking do. See, this is the problem with you! You always doubt me!”

“Ben, someone tried to shoot you, one of your psycho little girlfriends because you can’t keep it in your pants even thought you’ve got 2 dicks and a pussy you’re fucking married too, but that’s not enough-”

Ben swung around again, this time pointing his arrow at Will. “Don’t fucking act like I’m stupid!”

Did Ben actually not know what happened? The lie was his idea… “Okay… okay I’m sorry.”

“Melody tried to kill Madonna because she was jealous! That’s it! Nothing else happened!”

“I didn’t say anything did…”

In a fit, Ben growled and for a moment Will wondered if he was about to get shot again, but instead Ben broke his bow and arrow over his knee. Screaming, he threw it on the ground and stomped until they were just sticks. Ben stormed off.

You lay on top of Francisco in your meadow, kissing on him gently, soft and sweet. His poor lip was healing finallly. Francisco stopped you when you go to unbutton his green shirt. You look down at him curiously.

“Oh, do you not want me? I guess I’m pregnant already, I can-” You move to get off him, embarrassed. Maybe he didn’t like your body as you gained weight? Maybe he just didn’t see a reason to fuck you. Maybe he didn’t like you again…

“Stay, please.” Francisco kissed you deeply, his cock twitching in his pants. “I just… I want my shirt on, please… ”

“Oh, of course…” You pat his tummy, wondering if maybe he shared some of your insecurities. He was certainly the fluffiest of the four, but you absolutely adored the way he looked, his body was perfect to you. “I think you’re… so, so handsome, you know that, right?” you weren’t good at flirting, even this made your face grow warm, but you wanted him to know how much you loved him.

Frankie blushes. “Thank you, but I’d rather keep the shirt on… if that’s okay…”

You kiss his sweet, pouty lower lip with a little peck, considerate of his bite. “Anything for you, my perfect husband.”

You made love in the meadow, trees and flowers and birds and bee’s, all of nature surrounding you, all of heaven and earth shining their approval.

Ben stumbled into Frankie’s room, loudly, making the older man just in his bed. He was asleep on his stomach, and the noise scared the absolute shit out of him

“Frankie!” He raised his hands, shouting.

“JESUS Benjamin, what the hell!” He gets out of bed, wide awake now. He was wearing a shirt, no buttons. “Are you-” Francisco turned on his light and cupped Ben’s face. “You’re drunk again? What the fuck Benjamin!”

Not in the mood for a lecture, Ben stumbled forward and gripped Francisco’s hair, yanking him forward into a bruising kiss. For a moment, Francisco melted into him. He didn’t care that his lip throbbed, or that his shoulder and arm still hurt to move. He didn’t care about what he was supposed to be doing. He just wanted Ben, his handsome, sweet, fun, goddamnhestall husband, Ben. He kissed him back.

But then he felt his cock, free of any constraint hardening, and he remembered. He’d not supposed to be fucking Ben like this anymore.

Frankie gently nudged him back, but Ben didn’t stop, moving to kiss his neck, holding him close.

“Benjamin, we can’t-”

“We can.” Ben sucked a hickey into his skin, spitting into his hand to stroke Francisco. “You and me, Frankie. We belong together.” Although slurring just a bit, Ben’s voice was deep, gravely with need, dark and hungry and oh-so spine tingling.

“But…” frankie protested between kisses, making no real attempted to move away as he licked into Ben’s mouth, tasting the whiskey on his tongue. “Santi… Madonna…”

Ben spat his words. “Fuck ‘em. They don’t matter, only you matte Frankie. Only you.”

He wanted to believe that, he did… he couldn’t. “Is that why you still fuck both of them?”

“I have to, you know that-” Ben sucked on his tongue, fighting the urge to nibble at his lip, make his own mark.

“Do you ‘have to’ fuck every woman in Delta?”

Ben shoved him so hard he stumbled back, it took a second for him to realize what happened.

Francisco blinked, then with a puff of his chest he shoved Ben back, making him fall into a side table. When Ben looked up, his blue eyes were large and wet. Frankie wanted to run to him, apologize, help him up… but he needed this to end. Ben wasn’t going to run away with him, and messing around with Benjamin, even if he was the one he wanted, was going to get Ben killed. Francisco couldn’t stand to let that happen.

“This needs to stop, Ben. I’m not doing this anymore.”

From on the floor, the 6’3 strongman man looked small, weak, vulnerable. Francisco’s heart shattered as he screamed. “GET OUT!” He took hold of his shirt in both fists and shoved him the rest of the way out the door.

Frankie locked out the other half of his heart.

You sigh constantly, sinking further into the water. Will just got done washing your hair, and now he was giving you a soothing milk bath, even putting flower petals in it. Knelt beside you, he had a super soft washcloth and was simply using it to run warm water over your body. He put lavender in the water, commenting that he thought had more left. Not wanting to lie you tell him the truth, that you and Rey found it you used it on Pope. You apologize for going through his things for spilling it. Will said it was totally okay.

The pregnancy had gone pretty smooth, so far no problems but you were having your usual sleep issues. You and Will developed a routine to help you sleep. Ever since he was shot, you’ve been sleeping in his bed. Now, he liked to give you a lavender bath before bedtime. He’d relax you, sometimes finger fuck you if you needed your mind cleared, then once you began nodding off he drained the water, patted you dry and then carried you to his room in a big towel. There, he dressed you in comfortable pj’s and tucked you in with him. It was nice, you felt safe, and best of all, no incubus.

“Such a pretty woman…” Will mutters, putting down the cloth to massage oils into your skin. It felt nice being pampered.

You giggle. “Thank you.”

“Everything going good with the others?” Will always checked in on you, which you appreciated. He helped you navigate things in the house and with Pope especially.

“Going great, thank you. Francisco seemed down there for a little but I think he’s cheered up.”

Will hummed in agreement. “I noticed that too, but you’re right, I think he’s happy now. Frankie had low moods sometimes, but he just needs a little patience and kindness when he does. And you give him that so well, thank you.” He kissed your forehead. “Such a good little wife.”

“And you’re such a good husband.” You tickle his arm, making him smile.

“Anything for my princess.”

Pope was gentle today.

Francisco was on his stomach, face pressed into the pillow trying to avoid tempting Pope with his mouth.

“So fucking pretty…” He slowly thrust inside him, softening cockcovering itself in cum. He looked how Frankie looked with his cum leaking out. “Beautiful…”

Santi laid down beside Francisco, and Frankie was ashamed to say he took comfort in the touch. He wanted to hate Santi, but he couldn’t… he couldn’t hate a man he’d known his whole life, who he’d shared that life with day in, day out. They were never apart.

“I’m so happy with you, Frank…” He kisses Frankie’s head, and Frankie can’t help but smile. He liked Santi’s kisses when he was being nice.

“I love you.”

It wasn’t a lie.

You squeal, dashing around the table to avoid Ben who chased after you with a cup of water in his hand. To be fair, you started the water fight, and now both of you were drenched in water, especially after he took out the kitchen spray in the sink and showered you. Ben laughed, giving chase but he slipped on a puddle, falling on his ass.

“Ben!” You gasp, laughing still as he disappears behind the table, and you run around to check on him. Big mistake.

“BOO!”

“AH!!”

Ben threw his cup of water at you, drenching you all over again. You dump your water on his head and then make a mad dash to get more. You weren’t above getting him while he’s down.

“Oh no you don’t!” Ben scrambles up, scooping you up as you scream and laugh, carrying you to the sink.

“BEEEEN!” You playfully smack at his chest, putting up a pretend fight. “What are you doing!!”

“Winning!” Benny placed you in the empty sink and turning on the faucet over your lap.

He doesn’t see it coming when you grab the sprayer.

Will heard the shouting from Frankie’s room. Jesus, they were not subtle. It wasn’t until he heard the crash he knew they weren’t fucking. Getting up to investigate, he was just in time to see Ben getting his ass thrown out of Frankie’s room. Standing in the hall, he watched Ben, clearly drunk, curl up in a ball on the floor and cry.

Ben didn’t want much to do with Will, not as a brother. Although they worked well together in matters revolving around their family, their community, their woman, Ben didn’t want the closeness and friendship they used to share. Will had hoped after he was shot, Ben would throw his jealousy aside, that he would see that Will loved him and for a moment, he did. When Will was shot, Ben stayed at his side, crying even though the shooter was still at large. He risked his life for him, even with Frankie screaming and pulling at him. Ben helped patch him up, not trusting Iris.

Now Ben was back to Ben, a sad, alcoholic slut.

Will knelt by his sobbing brother’s side, pulling him into his strong arms. Will loved Frankie, but right now Frankie wasn’t his husband. He was the man that broke his baby brother's heart.

“It’s gonna be okay, Benny. It’s gonna be okay.”

You sat on the counter, watching with joy as Reyansh poked at Iris, wrapping his arms around her and swaying. He’d been trying to cheer her up after she’d hovered over him and his black eye. Reyansh said it was standard sparring training for the guards and someone got a good shot in, and Jonah confirmed this, but Iris still fussed over him.

“C’mooooon, smile. Baby.”

“No, I’m grumpy.” But a smile was slipping.

Jonah appears in the doorway, leaning against the frame. “Sing to her, that’s a guarantee.”

“Oooohohoho no you don’t!” Iris poked at his chest. “That’s cheating!” Iris was a sucker for Rey’s singing.

It was too late. “Love’n you, is it the riiiigh thing to dooooo”

“Reeeeeey”

He turned her around to face him, and she was already smiling. “How can I, ever change things that I feeeeeeeel!”

She giggled as Rey spun her around. “You know this is my favorite! It’s not fair.”

“If I could, baby I’d give you my world!”

Jonah approached you. Things had still been awkward, but the way Jonah protected you at the shooting made you know for sure that he still cared about you. He held out a hand.

Rey took Iris’s hands, doing the twist with her. You liked how Iris’s curls moved around. She was always pretty, but god, when she smiled. You saw why Rey loved her.

“HOW CAN I WHEN YOU WON”T TAKE IT FROM MEEEE!”

You take Jonah’s hand and as soon as you hop down, he swings you around, paying attention to making sure you didn’t hit anything.

Jonah and Rey both sing, very loudly. “YOU CAN GO YOUR OWN WAAAAYYYYYY!”

Iris echo’d them “GO YOUR OWN WAAAAaaaaaayyy”

Jonah picked you up and spun you around, rey twirled Iris. “YOU CAN CALL IT ANOOOOOOTHER LONELY DAAYAYAYAYY”

“ANOTHER LONELY DAYYAYAYAYAY”

Reyansh took your hand, linking your arms and Jonah scooped up Iris and spun her.

“YOU CAN GO YOUR OWN WAYYYY”

You sang with Iris “GO YOUR OWN WAAYYY”

Rey sang the rest of the song, you all took turns dancing. You didn’t dare try to dance with Iris, but to your surprise, she took you in her arms, pulling you close and dancing with you too. She smelled like wildflowers.

Earlier that day…

Rey was whistling down the hall as usual. Today was a good day. It was bright and sunny out, and Iris had a surprisingly low work load. She even agreed to spend the night in his room, which, outside of the potential benefits, meant he got to hold her all night. What more could he ask for in life?

Oh! And he saw Frankie outside gardening, and maybe they shared a blunt. What about it! Yeah, he was in a great mood.

“Saha? A word?” Will’s voice called behind him. Rey rolled his eyes before turning around. Great, this guy.

Rey out on a fake smile and turned around. “What can I do for you.”

Will was standing with his hands tucked into his pockets, a small smile on his face, but it wasn’t comforting, not like Jonah’s smile.

“Was talking to The Madonna last night, she said you helped her break into my room to get my oils?”

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One for my baby…

- saturday nights with Captain John Price

It was like any random Saturday evening, the pot on the stove bubbling with water and the rhythmic chop chops on the wooden cutting board. I weaved with practice through the tiny kitchen in my apartment, putting together my weekend special: meatball spaghetti.

John was in the living room, setting up the projector he’d bought last week for our movie tonight. His mutters, groans and sighs while figuring out the instructions made me giggle as I drained the pasta.

“John?” I called.

There was a pause, before “yes honey?”

“Could you get me a handtowel please?”

With an mhm I heard John heading into the bedroom.

Then, after a few minutes you heard a familiar jazzy melody—my favourite song. I let out a soft gasp turning my head to look, and there at the door to the kitchen stood none other than Price himself, in all his glory, a hand-towel held out for me as he smirked.

I chuckled, taking a hold before pulling him along with the towel closer to me. “Well well..”

“Well well, indeed.” His grin widened, a hand coming to hold onto my waist. “Shall we?”

“Wait-” i laughed quickly turning around and washing my sticky hands. I then ran back to him standing in the middle of the narrow kitchen before putting my hands on his chest. “Ok ready!”

He couldnt help the laugh that reverberated through him, with his head shaking as he pulled my hand snugly around his neck. John began swaying to the beat of the song, one large hand placed at the small of my back while the other held onto my hand.

I smiled up at him, my gaze softening at his loving stare. “John…dont look at me like that.”

“Like what?” He tilted his head.

“Like that.” I plafully nudged my hip to his.

He smiled and nudged back, but right before i pulled back causing him to falter in his step. I laughed looking at him huffing.

“C’mere u-” he dragged me to him by my hips, and i let out a small gasp.

We continued to sway to the song, humming to the tune of the song.

“Make it one for my baby,” John sang bringing a hand to caress my cheek.

“…and one more, for the road.” I sang back, slightly leaning on my tippie toes to peck his lips.

It was like any random Saturday evening, the pot on the stove bubbling with water and the rhytmic chop chops on the wooden cutting board. And the familiar sight of me and john enjoying each other’s company.

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

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Warnings [18+]: fem!reader, thigh grinding, fingering, threesome kinda, husband!Billy and wife!reader

A/N: just a little idea I had, not extensively proofread, for this little drabble I was picturing bodyguard!Frank and his boss CEO!Billy

Blinking tiredly, you wander down the corridor in search of your husband, pulling the soft fabric of your bathrobe tighter around your body.

“Billy? You coming to bed yet?”

His suit jacket has been abandoned somewhere, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to reveal his forearms as he rests them on his knees, leaning forward to examine the papers strewn over the coffee table in front of him.

He shakes his head.

“Not yet, honey. Still gotta finish a few things off still.”

With a frustrated sigh, he threads a hand through his dark locks, ruffling the usually picture perfect style.

“Can I stay with you?” you ask.

He doesn’t respond verbally. He simply nods and scoops up a pile of papers to clear the spot beside him on the couch. Instantly you move over to him, straddling his thigh instead of occupying the spot by his side.

“Hi Frank,” you mumble against your husband’s shoulder.

The bodyguard gives you a slow nod of acknowledgment from where he’s standing at the side of the room.

“Mrs Russo, ma’am.”

The bathrobe you’re wearing protects most of your modesty, as the hem of your silk camisole slides up your thighs. Going without panties means there’s a wonderful prickle of friction as you drag yourself over your husband’s thigh.

When he hears you sigh, Billy places his hand on the small of your back, his warm palm providing a gentle pressure to encourage you.

He presses a kiss to your neck and you shiver.

“Sorry for keeping you up, baby.”

“It’s okay. I know what I signed up for, and I’m proud of you.”

The feeling of Billy smiling against your neck sends a thrum of warmth into your chest. He presses a more lingering kiss to your pulse point. His lips work softly whilst the scrape of his facial hair has you inhaling sharply.

He grins as your breathing becomes heavy and you realise you’ve been grinding yourself down over his thigh, a heady buzz of pleasure overtaking your body with each roll of your hips.

There’s a small ding from Billy’s laptop and his grin fades as he reads over the words. Absentmindedly, his hand trails over your breast, squeezing lightly as he continues to read.

Tilting your head aside, you watch your husband as his dark eyes scour over the screen, a muscle in his jaw flexing. His expression darkens as he slips his hand between your thighs.

When he slides a finger into your wet pussy, you gasp and the corner of his mouth lifts as he circles his thumb casually over your clit. A small moan catches in your throat as he curls his finger inside you.

Occasionally, when he becomes too absorbed by whatever he’s reading, his motions slow to a maddening pace. With your fingers grasping at the thick fabric of his expensive shirt, practically drooling over the fabric as you lean heavily against him, you know Billy is aware of the state you’re in.

Rocking your hips forward, you attempt to get his finger deeper inside you, to nudge against the spot that has you clenching tightly around his digit. Panting frantically against his ear, you become more and more desperate with each passing moment.

Whimpering, your body is clawing at every scrap of pleasure that tingles over your clit and thrums up your spine. A hazy cloud of need fogs over your mind as you chase your pleasure.

Then Billy pulls his finger out and a near sob heaves at your shoulders as you cling to him.

“Frankie. C’mere,” he says.

His hands settle on your waist, giving your hips a squeeze before he trails his hands over your bare thighs. He nods to the space beside you on the couch and you feel the furniture shift as Frank sits down.

“Take care of my wife, would you? I gotta close this deal.”

Billy presses a kiss to your cheek before you’re being passed over to Frank, settling yourself down onto one of his firm thighs. His hands are wider than Billy’s, his fingers thicker as he reaches for your clit.

As soon as he circles the pad of his finger over your sensitive bud, you buck your hips forward with a force that surprises you.

Frank smiles down at you.

“There we go, atta girl. He got you close, didn’t he?”

Nodding mindlessly, you accept Frank’s firm touches as your husband stands with his phone to his ear. Billy threads a hand through your hair as the dial tone rings, then he pulls your head back, tilting your face up for him to kiss you hungrily.

When he pulls away you’re breathless, toes curling with pleasure as Frank mouths over your bare neck. Glancing up at Billy drives the remaining air from your lungs.

His cheeks are flushed prettily and his lips are cherry red as he uses the finger that had been inside you to wipe away the gloss of your saliva from his lower lip.

He keeps his eyes fixed on yours as Frank lowers the straps of your camisole and begins to suck on your nipples. Whoever he’s calling appears to answer at this moment, as he says into the phone,

“Billy Russo.”

Eyes fluttering closed, you breathe out a soft moan, freezing when a finger is pressed against your lips. As you open your mouth, Billy slides his finger over your tongue and you begin to suck on the digit with a satisfied hum.

Billy grins wickedly down at you as he continues his conversation over the phone. His tone is firm and you clench hard around Frank’s finger whenever your husband’s frustration leaks into his voice.

Frank’s teeth scrape over your sensitive nipples and you writhe at the onslaught of sensation. Being filled from both ends has you dripping over Frank’s thigh, making a mess of his trousers. The slick sound of your arousal against his finger has a burning blush flooding over your skin.

Billy watches you with darkened eyes as you trace your tongue down the length of his finger. When you close your eyes to avoid his gaze, he removes his finger and grasps tightly onto your face, squeezing your cheeks together to force you to hold his gaze.

All the while, Billy talks sternly to whoever is on the other side of his call. Every time his tone shifts into something curt and commanding you clench around Frank’s thick finger and whimper at the rush of pleasure it gives you.

Tears prickle in your eyes as heavy gasps heave at your chest. Frank presses down harder on your clit and a moan catches in your throat. Billy tightens his hold on your face and a burning rush of humiliation warms your cheeks as he raises a brow in warning.

Eyes fluttering closed, you clench tightly around Frank’s finger, griping fiercely onto the front of his shirt as you near your climax.

“Billy,” you whisper in a near broken plea for permission, curling one of your hands around his wrist for support.

He nods and you fall apart.

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frnkiebby · 10 days

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he’s too fucking cute~🎃

#frank c’mere lemme give you a piggy back ride and kiss you on the cheek #fucking adorable i can’t #i just love him sm #pls #i need assistance #frnkiebby #rosethrorn #frank iero #mcr #frnkiero #mcrmy #mcr5 #frnkie #my chemical romance #my chem #ilhsm

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randomfandomswriting · 1 year

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Hands: a Frank Iero x Reader one shot

hello everyone!! I hope you enjoy this quick little one shot inspired by Frank’s hands (i love them and can watch him play for HOURS) anyway, this is just plotless smut so 18+ only! feel free to send requests to inspire me for more little one shots (smut/fluff/angst) they may take a while or maybe not happen but i promise i will TRY MY HARDEST!!! without further ado

If there was one thing about Frank you loved, it was his hands. You loved every tattooed inch of him, but his hands especially. You could watch him play his guitar for hours, watching his fingers move skillfully down the neck of his guitar. These were the hands that would hold your head still as he planted kisses all over your face. The same hands that would hold yours in time of anxiety or slap your ass gently while he moved by you in the kitchen.

“I love your hands.” You hum, he’s sitting beside you, arm wrapped around your chest. His hand resting on your sternum, his thumb was mindlessly running over your skin. He’s watching football… “soccer” his attention is set there. He chuckles lightly, his eyes not moving from the screen as he gently runs his fingers up to your chin. His hands were unusually soft for a guitar player, though calloused in some spots his hands were always soft and warm.

Your eyes flutter shut as he tilts your chin toward him. His lips move to yours, kissing you softly for a few moments before turning his attention back to the screen. A lazy smile of his lips as he focuses on the players, the ball.

One kiss and your head was spinning, and you craved more of him. Your hand wrapped around his, bringing his fingers up to your mouth. Your lips wrap around his thumb, and you use your teeth to gently take over his finger before sucking around him, and humming.

He lets out a hitched breath, and chuckles, “Needy.” You giggle because you know you are, and he nods for you. “C’mere.” he murmurs, pulling you into his lap, your back resting against his warm chest. His lips your temple and neck.

Your head nestles between his head and shoulder, as you melt into him, one hand pulling your knees open, the other gently running up your chest, his fingertips grazing your neck as they find your lips. You whimper because you’re impatient, and your lips fall open as he gently runs his fingers over your bottom lip, almost mindlessly. Another low chuckle from his lips as he rubs his forefinger and middle finger over your soft lips.

“Open,” he instructs, his breath on your ear sends shivers down your spine and you don’t know if he means your legs or your mouth so you do both and he giggled, “Good.” His middle and forefinger slip into your mouth running over your tongue and slipping back out too quickly for your liking, some of your spit coating his fingers as you whine. He lets out a quick laugh in the form of a breath and slides the same fingers back into your mouth and this time you wrap your lips around them, sucking on them with a moan vibrating your throat.

He slips his fingers back out and you gasp, as he moves his hand down to the waistband of the pants you had on. He slips his hand under and you bite on your lips as his slick fingers slide down your center, already wet with your arousal. His other hand reaches across your stomach and up to your chest rising and falling as your head falls back onto his shoulder, your chin tilting up.

“You like my hands?” He muses his lips tracing your earlobe. Your mouth falls open as he slides two fingers into you with ease, a harsh breath flying from your mouth as he curls them inside of you. “I’ll take that as a yes?” He teases, slowly pumping them in and out of you.

“Fuck yes.” You moan. He slides them out, and you gasp at the emptiness you feel. Your eyes follow his hands as he brings his fingers up to his own mouth and sucks them, the sight makes you throb as he moans.

“I love how you taste.” He says, before his lips press into yours, hard. You can taste yourself as his tongue dips into your mouth and you feel his hand slipping back into your pants. Your thighs open wider for his fingers to sink back into you, making your jaw drop against his mouth. You shudder a moan as he begins slowly pumping his middle and forefingers in and out of you.

“Frank…” You moan, and he chuckles as he continues to fuck you with his fingers.

“I want to make a mess of you,” he growls, “right here in that pretty little underwear you’re wearing.” You whimper at his words as his arm tightens around you and his pace starts to pick up. Your hips move against his fingers and he moans as you grind against him. “Easy.” he chuckles.

As he pumps his fingers in and out of you, your eyes clenched shut and you shivered. His other hand came up and his fingers played with your bottom lip as you moaned loudly. His fingers entered your mouth again and you moaned as you sucked on them.

“That’s it…” He encourages, curling his fingers inside of you. You let out a muffled moan as he uses his thumb to roll over your clit. Your body shook at the new sensation and your eyes rolled back.

His fingers pull from your mouth, wet with your saliva you feel them dig into your skin on your chest as he pumps his fingers harder. his own breathing hitching in your ear as you press into him further. His teeth nip at your neck and your earlobe and you want to say his name but you cry out with a mess of jumbled letters and your voice shaking.

Frank chuckles, “You sure told me.” You want to swat at him for teasing you, but he’s holding you so tightly around him you can’t move much more than the involuntary trembling of your legs and grasping at his arms. Your nails digging into his soft skin, making him try harder to make you cum.

He knows you're close, he can feel your body shaking as your knees involuntarily close toward each other. He chuckles at that too, his hand on your chest reaching down to pull your thighs from closing around his wrist

“Keep ‘em open.” He growls in your ear and your only response is a whimper as your eyes squeeze shut. Your stomach starts to flip as your hips start to move toward his hand, rolling as you become more and more needy, your orgasm starting to build up faster with each passing second.

His free hand reached down, to take care of your clit as he continued to finger fuck you, your brows knitting together as your body grew hot. Your entire body trembling and shuddering against Frank as he worked harder to get you there.

“That’s right…” He murmured, “Let go.” His words were like a warm hug and you cried in response your mouth falling open and tears burning your eyes as you felt your orgasm start to peak, you couldn’t form any words if you wanted too, and the only words coming to mind were “fuck” and “Frank”.

The rest of the world went blurry and black as you let everything go. He gently slipped his fingers from you with ease as you gasped at the feeling. Still sensitive and soaking, he ran his fingers through your arousal and over your clit making you shake, and push at his hand and cause him to giggle.

“Fuck.” You sigh, trying to catch your breath feeling frank’s hands move up your waist you turn to face him, your lips pressing into his with force. He hummed as you kissed him deeply, your tongue dipping into his mouth as he tightened his arms around you. “I’ll let you watch your game now.” You chuckle, pulling away from him, and wriggling from his grip.

“Oh now I can watch the game.” He muses, as you stand up, wobbling on weak knees.

“Mhm.” You nod, “I need a shower and to change… thanks to you.”

He scoffs, “Thanks to me!?”

You giggle nodding and making your way toward the bathroom.

“I think I’ll pass on the game, a shower sounds good to me…” He quickly stands up to follow you.

#frank iero x reader smut #frank iero x reader #frank iero smut #frank iero fanfic #frank iero one shot #frank iero au

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k-marzolf · 1 year

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bunny.

[mafia!Billy, fem!reader, fluff]

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

&&&

It takes Billy two hours to find you, hunkered down under his clothes, hiding from all of his men, in his walk-in closet. “What’re you doing in here, Bunny?” He asks.

“I don't like your men. They scare me.” You explain, crawling further in when you hear their laughter.

He blinks, “Do men in general scare you?” He asks, crouching down, peeking at you under his clothes.

You nod, shaking like a leaf.

“Oh, Bunny. What am I going to do with you?” He asks, walking in further, turning on the light, and sliding down to sit next to you. “C’mere.” He hums, holding his arm out to you.

You tuck yourself into his side, Billy being the only man you trust fully, your shaking subsiding in the wake of his comfort.

He lips brush the crown of your head, and you sigh, snuggling closer.

Five minutes pass, before you both hear, “Bill?”

Frank Castle.

“In here,” calls Billy.

Frank opens the closet door, “What’re you two doing?” He asks, gruffly.

Billy smirks, “Hiding.”

You giggle slightly at Frank’s scoff.

Billy smiles.

Your laughter eases the loneliness in his heart.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader

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strawhbrrries · 11 months

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frank castle + finding you pretty shells

Your favorite part of the beach was all the pretty shells there were to find, new ones being washed up with the tide every second. Frank had spent the whole ten hour drive listening to your rambles about how excited you were to collect shells, where you were going to place them in your home, and who you were going to give some to.

The very first thing you wanted to do after dropping everything off at the hotel and getting situated was to go down to the beach, understandably so. You dug through the bag to put on your swimsuit, all while he was laying down on the bed and groaning like an eighty year old man who needed a cane.

“Frankie, c’mon!!” You pulled at his arm, trying to get him to stand up so you could go find the pretty shells. This was your karma for dating an older man.

“Baby I need five minutes, we just drove ten hours.” He grumbled, rubbing his forehead with the hand you weren’t pulling at. “C’mere, lay with me.”

You obliged and laid next him, complaining that all the best shells were being taken already. He listened to your complaints and tried to reason with you, mostly so he could lay in the bed a little longer and not have to deal with gravity on his bones. After much convincing he finally changed into his swim shorts, rubbed some sunscreen into your face, and walked down to the beach with you.

The tide had made shell pockets in the sand, it felt like gravel under your feet and was the perfect spot to search for shells. You set up the chairs and other stuff a bit away from the shell pocket but still close enough for Frank to keep an eye on, he was convinced someone was going to steal your stuff. You were convinced he spent most of the time at the beach glaring at anyone who breathed near your belongings.

“Look what I found baby.” He handed you a pretty swirly shell, fully intact and not home to a hermit crab or a snail. The proud smile displayed on his face made the find all that much better.

“Frankie!!!” You squealed, taking the shell carefully and flashing him a smile. You placed the shell carefully in your mesh shell bag that Frank had previously bought just in case.

The two of you spent the next few hours in the sand, searching for the prettiest shells to wash up. Handing them to each other with proud smiles before placing them in the bag.

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YOUR WOUND BUT MY SUTURES ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: Frank has a long night ahead of him… and his best friend really wants to meet you. Cue stakeout!

Warnings: She/her pronouns used, Hurt/comfort, Reader compares herself to Maria

Word count: 2.8k

Curtis had been incessant. Nonstop bombarding Frank with questions of when he’d finally get to meet you — the amazing woman who had stolen The Punisher’s heart and tamed his nightmares, only for Frank to grumble something vague in response. He didn’t blame Curt; you were a gem and one that he planned on cherishing for the rest of his days, but he also preferred keeping you safe and at an arm’s length from his nightly activities. As much as he appreciated Curtis, there was no denying that he was deeply involved with The Punisher side of him, and with you… he just wanted to be Frank.

You had crossed paths with Curtis once — that was what he always pointed out, too, only to receive a lecture about how it doesn’t count if you’re bleeding out on the table, Frank. At the end of the day, it was just about meeting the person who was making his best friend so happy, even if he was completely inadequate at showing it apart from a few crooked smiles and less bitchiness.

Tonight was one of those nights when the two men were planning on sitting in Curtis’ dingy car, staking out the outside of an apartment building where Frank’s latest target was known to hang around. That meant, he was booting up while you got cozy on the couch with a bag of Doritos and the remote in your hand.

”Be safe”, you wished him well when he stomped over to you to give you a slow kiss as farewell, his finger lifting your chin up for him to press his lips onto yours. It was supposed to be short and sweet, but with residual tension still hanging in the air from your earlier fun in the bedroom, he couldn’t resist leaning into you a bit deeper and knocking the air out of your lungs. You were left with a blissful smile when he pulled away, and with a soft look in his eyes, he brushed his thumb across your cheek and then withdrew towards the front door.

”Don’t worry, sweetheart. Should be just sittin’ around tonight”, he reminded, and you rolled your eyes — you had carefully asked him about the plan while in his arms in the bed earlier, only to be shocked that he wasn’t even planning on making himself a sandwich or something. The man was undeniably good with his patience, fully prepared to wait out the night with just coffee in his backpack.

However, as his own words rung in his head, he wondered if there was something else he needed to bring. ”Ya know, uh, Curtis ain’t so happy I haven’t brought you over yet. Sure you’re good with your shows, baby?” he spoke up, his hand falling from the door to turn back to you, and with a Dorito hanging off your lip, you stared at him in quiet wonder.

”You want me to come along?” you asked, your voice so soft with surprise that Frank’s heart swelled at the sound of it. The best he could offer in response was a haphazard shrug, almost like he was nervous you’d say no. And maybe he kind of was. After all, this was a big step for him — opening the door to his other life, willingly inviting you to take his hand and take a glance at the other side.

”It won’t be dangerous?” you added, even though you already knew the answer. He would never place you in harm’s way, he had made that clear on several occasions, and him asking now could only mean it truly was going to be an uneventful night.

”Nah, no excitement. Just two ugly mugs talkin’ shit”, he snorted while zipping up his jacket, concealing the notorious skull. You gave him a disapproving look at the not-so-fond nicknames for him and Curtis, but eventually your expression melted into a grin.

”Should I get changed?” you wondered, half to yourself, but Frank was quick to protest.

”Y’look perfect, sweetheart. C’mere”, he nodded at the front door, something proud fluttering his heart when you shifted the sleeves of his sweater, the worn out fabric from his broad chest loose over your curves. You looked fucking adorable and if you weren’t due to meet Curtis, he just might have shown you just how much he appreciated the look right there on the couch.

You pulled on your shoes and that was it — Frank had the keys and anything else would just get in the way, you decided. With that, he opened the door and held his arm above your shorter frame to let you get out first, his protective figure looming over you as you strode down the hallway of your apartment building.

Curtis was already waiting outside, seated behind the wheel but when he noticed you coming alongside Frank, your hands enjoined, his eyes widened and he climbed out of the car. A wide grin took over his face and he opened his arms, greeting you with joy.

”Hey you!” he laughed, and with a flattered smile that someone would be so happy to see plain old you, you let go of Frank and accepted Curtis’ hug. ”So glad you’re finally joining us! Gets boring with this guy”, he nodded towards Frank who suppressed a smile and adjusted his backpack over his shoulder.

”Yeah, well, it ain’t exactly movie night. Nothin’ happens to her, aight?” he spoke sternly, and with a chuckle, Curtis gestured over to the car where the three of you piled in.

”You make it sound like we’re still disarming bombs, man. It’s just a stakeout”, the man reminded, and with a snort, Frank gave him a look but said nothing more — until he turned to you, glancing over the seat to make sure you were all buckled in in the back.

”Good?” he confirmed, and when you gave him an excited nod, he repeated the gesture and smiled. ”Attagirl.”

Curtis started the car and Frank rested his arm on the window, silence falling in the vehicle for exactly the time it took to make it off of the curb. ”I gotta tell you, I’ve been bugging this guy nonstop to let me meet you. I’ve never heard him speak as much as when you come up. You make him happy, you know”, Curt began explaining, and with an agreeing nod, Frank chimed in.

”Goddamn right.”

Smiling from the backseat, you eyed the two. ”He makes me really happy too”, you emphasized, not missing the way Curtis shot Frank a look, followed by a grin — your best guess was the man was looking more flustered than Curt had seen him in a long time.

As the drive ensued with Frank and Curtis discussing the actual plan of the night, you couldn’t help but wonder how involved he had been in Frank and Maria’s life. He was a good guy, you didn’t doubt that, but a part of you begun to question if maybe he wanted to vet you; make sure you were worthy of his best friend. You wouldn’t blame him, Frank was one of a kind and deserved everything good in the world, and you were fully dedicated to giving him as much as you could. But you also knew you could never be what he had once had, you couldn’t be her.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when the car halted with a whine, officially parked across the street from an apartment building in much worse condition than yours, with dogs barking and distinct yelling in the distance. Frank assessed the situation from where he was sitting, scanning the surroundings and making sure no one was watching them watching.

”If I had known you were coming, I woulda brought snacks. This can get kinda long”, Curtis piped up, twisting in his seat to face you.

Chuckling, you dismissed his worries with a wave of your hand. ”It’s okay. I’m happy to be here”, you reassured before tilting your head at him. ”I hear you have a girlfriend too, now”, you mentioned, and with a low laugh, Frank turned from the window to the two of you.

”Yeah, Curt. Think we oughta do a double-date, huh?” he teased.

”You joke, but I’m serious!” you intervened with a laugh, fondly swatting at Frank’s shoulder from your seat. ”I hope it’s going good with you two, though.”

Curtis smiled at you, nodding to confirm that it had been going well. ”It’s been good. Thanks for saying that”, he replied before turning back in his seat and directing his eyes out of the windshield, both him and Frank keeping their attention on the front entrance of the building. They weren’t stupid, though — there was an alley leading into the back entrance, just in case.

”So, y’all thinking about taking the next step?” Curtis then asked, inviting a heavy silence in the car as Frank turned to him with a glare and you… you just didn’t know what the fuck to say.

It would have been a lie to say you hadn’t thought about it, but you weren’t stupid. You knew marriage with The Punisher wasn’t on the table, and you were perfectly fine with that. Things were perfect as they were, and as awkward as it was to have Curtis bring it up, you didn’t need anything more than what you had right now.

Maybe you could have said that. Instead, you froze completely.

”Think those snacks sound good right now”, Frank was the first one to speak, and you felt defeat heavy on your shoulders, the embarrassment of not saying anything and the slight disappointment of Frank changing the subject. ”Come on, sweetheart. There’s a shop ’round the corner”, he continued, and unsure what else to do, you nodded and exited the car.

You were used to comfortable silences with Frank, but this one was far from it. You felt uneasy, though vaguely comforted when his hand reached for yours instinctively and held on tight. You followed him without a word, silently praising whatever superior power had planted the convenience store quite literally around the corner, allowing you to distract yourself with the food inside.

Before you could make it past the automatic doors, though, Frank was tugging on your hand gently to pull you back. ”Hey—”, he began, but you cut him off, an apologetic smile on your face when you faced him.

”I’m sorry I didn’t say anything. I know it’s an uncomfortable topic and he—you know, he really shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that”, you huffed, slouching your tense shoulders when you got the words off your chest. Frank looked at you quietly, narrowing his eyes while inspecting you with that stare that you could never quite decipher, but when he broke into a weak chuckle, you supposed it was a good look.

”Yeah, shit, he shouldn’t have said it. But it’s not…”, he inhaled, pinching his nose before gesturing in the air. ”Look, I, uh, I said somethin’ to him and now… Fuck. Yeah. I guess that’s why he’s been insistin’ on meetin’ you”, he laughed to himself, shaking his head as if to beat himself up. For what, you couldn’t quite tell.

”Baby, I’m not following”, you frowned, and with a nod, Frank swallowed.

”Yeah. Y’know I’m kinda outta my depth here, doin’ this whole datin’ thing again. But it feels right with you, yeah? I wanna be with you. I can’t imagine shit without you anymore”, he explained, his hands slowly encompassing yours as he licked his lips. ”It ain’t somethin’ I’m ready for yet, but I told Curt… I told him that if I ever were to marry someone again, it’d be you. You know? There ain’t no one else for me. No one I’d rather have”, Frank continued, and with every word, you became less and less convinced that you hadn’t just passed out at home and were enveloped in an intense dream.

But the squeeze of his hands on yours, the shy look swimming in the darkness of his eyes, the nervous tick of his jaw… It was all too real and you couldn’t stop your lips from twitching into a sheepish smile.

”No one?” you blurted out, and with a snort, Frank glanced at his feet.

”Yeah, I know it ain’t easy bein’ with me all the time. All that baggage… Shit, I dunno how you deal with me, sweetheart. But yeah, no one. She, uh… she was the love of my life. But I ain’t that guy anymore. Whoever I am now, is so fuckin’ in love with you. I’ve got a new life, and you’re the love of that one”, he rambled, his voice obviously nervous but entirely sincere as he confessed his love to you under the stars and the neon sign of the convenience store. It wasn’t the first time you’d heard him say I love you, but like this? Never.

”I’m in love with you”, you repeated, dropping his hands only so you could wrap your arms around his neck and pull his taller body into yours. ”And you don’t have to be ready. I’m perfectly fine the way we are. We’ll take that step together whenever we want to”, you promised, murmuring into his shoulder, and with a soft nod, he agreed. He held you against his chest, precious like you were going to vanish at any second, and closed his eyes while breathing you in.

”Okay”, you chuckled, wiping your eyes when you pulled away from him, ”let’s go get some snacks.”

Equipped with some chips and chocolate, as well as Twizzlers for Curtis, you and Frank made it back to the car hand in hand. As soon as you had climbed back into the backseat, you dug Curt’s candy from the little plastic bag and waved it in his face, grinning up at him.

”You’re a blessing”, he sighed at you, taking the licorice with gratitude.

”Don’t know how you eat those shits. It’s like fuckin’ rubber or somethin’”, Frank grumbled, just as he reached for the thermos in his backpack and made Curtis laugh.

”Says the black coffee drinker”, he pointed out while unwrapping his Twizzlers. You giggled in the back, digging through the bag for your favorite chocolate bar to snack on.

Frank had just poured himself a cup, when he noticed the man of the hour sneaking into the apartment building. ”Fuck, you gotta be kiddin’ me”, he huffed, placing his cup on the dashboard before unholstering his gun and turning quickly towards you to press a kiss on your forehead. ”Anythin’ happens, you follow Curtis”, he instructed before turning to the man himself and giving him a look, ”got that?”

Nodding, Curtis promised to look after you. ”I got it. Go, man, we’ll be fine”, he assured, and with that, Frank fled the car and you watched him jog across the street.

As he entered the right building, Curt turned back to you and noticed how nervous your bites had become. ”Hey, he’s just being dramatic. He knows what he’s doing, nothing to worry about”, he tried to console you, and with a wry chuckle, you finished your chocolate.

”You know I’ve patched him up enough times to know that’s not always true”, you noted before giving him a smile, ”but thank you.”

He shrugged before turning back to look at the building, keeping a close eye just in case. ”Hope I didn’t put you guys in too awkward of a place earlier”, he spoke then, and with a quiet laugh, you shook your head.

”It’s fine. Kinda ruined the surprise, though”, you hummed, and with wide eyes, he looked over to you.

”Shit, he didn’t bring it up with you?”

You laughed. ”Nope, but I guess it had to come out one way or another. He was really sweet, anyway. It’s okay”, you reassured before tugging on your sleeves and bringing your hands to rest on your cheeks so the warmth of the sweater and the stuck scent from Frank could comfort you.

”For what it’s worth, I think you’re great. You know, he thinks he’s the luckiest guy in the world. And I know you feel just as lucky and that’s all I need to know”, Curtis announced, relieving any tension left in your jaw and any worries on your heart when it came to making a good first impression. Of course, he wasn’t comparing you to Maria — you were the only one doing that.

You could get used to this, though. You didn’t need to be Maria, you just needed to be you, willing to spend ungodly hours outside with your vigilante lover kicking ass while you snacked with his best friend.

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first time - part two

pairing: tony dinozzo x reader

summary: being tony’s first serious girlfriend, he was really nervous to have sex. you misinterpret the signals and think he’s no longer attracted to you. eventually, you bring these fears up to him.

/ part one /

word count: 2.1k

warnings: unprotected sex, first time sex, dirty talk, swearing, bit of a praise kink, minors DNI

You completed all the finishing touches in your apartment. You had cleaned up, lit the candles, and dimmed the lights, and now, you were waiting for Tony to show up. After calming down Tony’s nerves, you both had planned a date night for tonight. You were planning to have sex for the first time.

You knew how nervous Tony was for tonight, so you wanted to set everything up all nice for him.

You had finished setting up the apartment, so you were now killing time until Tony got there. You flipped through your records, and found your favorite Frank Sinatra album on vinyl.

On your first date, you and Tony slow danced in your living room while listening to it. Listening to it always made you think about Tony and how much love you had for him.

The soft jazz started playing through the speakers, and then you heard a knock at the door.

You quickly walked over to the door and looked through the peephole of your apartment. You saw Tony looking nervous and wiping his sweaty palms on his pants.

You unlocked the door and slowly opened the door. A smile instantly appeared on Tony’s face when he saw you. “You look stunning.” He said, as his eyes drifted down your frame. You chose a simple long black dress that was comfy enough for dinner at home. Tony was in his signature suit.

“Only the best for my gorgeous boyfriend.” You said, leaning in and kissing his cheek.

Tony pulled out the flowers from behind his back. You noticed he was holding three different bouquets. “You didn’t have to get me three different bouquets. That’s really sweet, thank you.” You said, smiling to yourself. Tony was the most endearing person you’d ever met.

“I couldn’t decide which one to get. They were all so beautiful, and I only wanted you to have the best.” He told you, sweetly.

“I love you.” You said, smiling as you accepted the flowers. Tony looked ecstatic that you liked the flowers. He was nervous about everything going perfectly tonight.

You invited Tony in and headed towards the kitchen. You started to prep the flowers to put them in a vase.

Tony recognized the music that was filling the apartment. “Is this Sinatra?” He asked, grabbing your hands and pulling you towards him. He let his hand rest on your hip while his other hand met yours.

He started to sway with you to the music. He danced around the kitchen with such ease. You leaned your head against his, nuzzling your nose into his neck. “I love this song. It reminds me of dancing with you on our first date. I was so nervous then. All I wanted to do was impress you, and I knew how special this was.” He confessed, honestly.

“I love you so much.” You whispered, letting your hand caress his shoulder. He pressed a soft kiss against your temple. “I love you too.” He said, not ever having to think about it for a second.

He gripped your hand and spun you around, and then he dipped you carefully. You both cheesily smiled at each other. He leaned down and softly kissed you.

“I’ll finish the flowers.” He told you, taking over arranging the flowers in the vase. You grabbed two wine glasses out of the cabinet. You slowly poured wine in both the glasses.

“Maybe, this will help calm your nerves.” You said, handing the glass over to him. He smiled and accepted the glass. “You want to make a toast, beautiful?” He asked you.

“Here’s to us taking our relationship to the next level and being closer because of it.” You said, clinking your glass with his. He went to take a sip from his glass and you quickly added, “and to finally sleeping with my hot boyfriend,” causing Tony to almost spit out his wine.

“C’mere,” he said, still chuckling. He cupped your face with one of his hands and gave you a slow kiss. He loved how good you were at taking him out of his head and making him laugh.

He set his glass down on the counter, and he also grabbed yours from your hand and set it down.

Tony’s hands found their way to your waist, while your arms wrapped around his neck. He pushed you up against the fridge. “We still have to make dinner.” You said, giggling as you tried to pull out of the kiss.

“Later,” Tony mumbled, holding your body against the fridge. You let yourself get wrapped up in the kiss again. You wanted tonight to feel natural, so you weren’t going to force a schedule.

You ran your fingers through Tony’s hair, twirling the hair around. “Jump, baby,” he mumbled against your lips. You shifted your weight onto his shoulders and jumped up. He grabbed the back of your thighs and held you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist.

“I love this dress,” he mentioned, letting his hands run over the curve of your ass. “I figured you would” you told him, smirking against his lips.

He pulled you away from the fridge and started to walk towards your bedroom. He knew the path like the back of his hand. Once he made it to your bedroom, he noticed that you had scattered rose petals across your bed and the floor. You also put up some fairy lights and hung up some pictures of the two of you.

Tony set you down on the ground and admired the decorations. “You made it look so beautiful.” He said, smiling down at you. “I wanted everything to make you feel calm, so you’d know there’s nothing to worry about.” You told him, honestly.

He caressed your cheek, moving the hair out of your face. “You’re the thing that makes me feel calm.” He told you, sweetly. You felt your stomach do a flip at his sweet sentiment.

You grabbed his tie and pulled him towards you until your lips connected. “That was so hot, gorgeous.” He mumbled against your lips. Tony loved it when you would pull his tie to get him to kiss you.

You both fiddled with his tie, trying to quickly untie it as your lips restlessly moved against each other. Tony finally got it to unravel, and you tugged it off his neck.

Tony shrugged off his jacket and let it land on the floor. You noticed how disheveled Tony looked with his hair and shirt all messy. It was a good look on him. “You like what you see?” He teased you, noticing how your eyes were lingering on him.

“You know I do,” you said, going on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his jaw. You heard a sigh exit his lips as you continued to press kisses along his jawline. You quickly undid his belt as you continued to press kisses onto his skin.

Tony let his pants fall down to his ankles and kicked them off. Tony stopped you from his kissing his jawline and met your lips with his. You smirked against the kiss while Tony started unbuttoning his shirt. He let you pull the shirt off his arms and toss it carelessly.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach multiply as he looked at you with that look. The look he gave you when he was admiring every inch of your body. “As much as I love this dress, I think it has to go.” He said, kissing you. As you were distracted by the kiss, he unzipped your dress behind your back.

“Go ahead, take it off of me,” you encouraged him. He knelt down in front of you, making your stomach do flips. He grabbed the bottom hem of your dress and began pulling it up over your head.

He tugged the fabric over your head, and tossed it to the side. He stood still for a minute, letting his eyes roll down your body.

You wore your new lingerie set for Tony, and it was clear from his reaction that he was impressed.

“Oh my god,” he whispered, reaching out to grab your hips.

“You ready, Tony?” you asked him. His eyes darted up to meet yours. He didn’t say a word, but picked you up in his arms and carried you onto the bed.

He laid sloppy wet kisses on your collarbone. You groaned softly, pushing your hips against his. “I love you,” he whispered, before quickly discarding your bra and panties. He did the same with his boxers.

“You okay?” You asked him, noticing his hesitation. He nodded his head, but still seemed nervous. “It’s just us, baby. It’ll be fine, I promise. It’s just you and me.” You told him, trying to calm him down.

“I love you, gorgeous.” He said, before grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head.

He slowly lined himself up and waited for you to nod and tell him you were ready. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and slowly pushed himself into you.

Your mouth hung open and your eyes fluttered closed. “Oh, Tony, please move,” you whined. He ran his thumb over the back of your hand before starting to thrust into you.

“You feel so perfect.” He mumbled against your lips. You had waited for this moment for weeks, which only made you enjoy it more. The feeling of Tony’s body pressed up against yours was enough to make your shiver. Maybe it was because you’d never loved somebody like you loved Tony, or been loved the way Tony loved you, but it felt right.

You both were surprised when a breathy moan escaped your lips. You could feel your cheeks heat up. “This feel good, honey?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

You bit down on your bottom lip and just nodded your head. “Let me hear them? They sound so pretty.” He said, encouraging you. Then, he hit your g-spot, causing a high-pitched squeal to come out of you. He groaned and jutted his hips against yours when he felt how you squeezed down onto him.

Your knuckles turned white as you squeezed his hands tighter and tighter. His skin was burning hot against yours. He reached up to cup your face as he kissed you.

You felt a cold sting against your skin. It was Tony’s silver bracelet that he got from his dad. It was freezing in comparison to your hot skin.

“I’m not gonna last long.” He mumbled into your ear. You nodded, agreeing with the sentiment. He moved his hand away from your face, and then you felt his thumb on your clit.

You gasped against the kiss. “Oh, Tony,” you moaned, grasping at the bed sheets. Tony grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist as he continued thrusting into you. Your body was shaking beneath his and your eyes continued to flutter shut.

He sped up the circles he was drawing on your clit, making your hips buck up against his. “Keep going, T—Tony,” you gasped. He cradled your body with his free hand, keeping you as close to him as possible. “I promise, I won’t stop.” He vowed.

You noticed that his thrusts were starting to falter. “You close too?” You asked him, weaving your fingers into his hair.

“Yes,” his voice came out breathy. His free hand found yours and interlaced with yours against the soft bed sheets. You bucked your hips up to meet his halfway.

Quick breathy moans kept falling from both of your mouths. “Oh, fuck, baby,” Tony groaned as you both came together. Your back arched against the bed, pushing you closer against Tony’s chest.

He collapsed against your chest, pressing soft kisses to your bare shoulder. “I love you so much,” he whispered against your skin. You cupped the back of his head, “I love you too.”

Tony rolled off of you and laid breathless next to you. He reached over grabbing your wrist and pulling it towards him. You were too exhausted to question what he was doing.

You heard a clicking sound and watched as he took off his bracelet: a simple silver chain gifted to him by his dad. Before you knew it, he had wrapped the bracelet around your wrist and clasped it.

“Tony—” you tried to protest, knowing how much that bracelet meant to him. He shook his head. “You are my everything. I want you to wear it for me.” He promised you.

You cupped his face and gave him a soft kiss. “I love you so much. You are my favorite human being on this planet.” You said, smiling over at him.

“I feel the same way about you.” He said, smiling.

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