HEY BITCHES😘

Y-Yes daddy lincoln~

Alright so in school we are learning how John Wilkes Booth killed Abraham Lincoln so I got the inspo from that. Booth wants some of that lincussy😜😜 the setting is in ford's theater (which is where Lincoln was murdered) also fanart is by my friend from school who doesnt have wattpad anyways LETS GO
Tw ig: murder

ANGST AND SMUT
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Booth's POV
I was going to kill him. Ever since the Union won the Civil War I've wanted Lincoln dead. I had already gotten my pistol ready and brought a pocket knife just in case.

I slowly walked from under the stage to the door on the right, which is where I could go up the stairs to the presidents box and finally that asshole will be dead.

I reach the presidents box and head distant laughter from the crowd. It's almost time. I tip toe to the door and slightly open it, revealing Lincoln, him wife, Rathbone, and His wife Clara.

I pull out the pistol from my pocket.

I point the tip of it towards his head.

And right before I hear the famous line, Lincoln turns around and stares at me.

Why was he actually attractive?

I slowly put the pistol down and place it back into my pocket. Lincoln then whispers something to his wife and then stands up from his chair. The president walked over to me with a smirk.

What the hell?

He grabbed my arm and before I knew it we were in the men's restroom. What was he planning?

"Why hello Booth, nice to see you pointing a pistol at my head right? I think you need a punishment." He said in a seductive tone.

I suddenly realized what he meant and felt my pants get tight. I wanted him so badly at the moment.

(WHAT THE FUCK AM I WRITTING IM SO SORRY)

I looked into his eyes and they were filled with lust. We both knew that we wanted eachother.

The taller man stomped towards me and grabbed my face, connecting our lips aggressively. His tongue explored my mouth. I loved every moment of it.

Lincoln's POV

He tasted like a mix of cigarettes and peppermint. It was an amazing taste, and the way he moved his lips with mine just made me melt.

After a bit, Booth disconnected our lips for some air. As he did this I started to un button my shirt, revealing my

muscular abs.

I saw that Booth was staring at me

"Like what you see?" I said in a seductive tone.

The Smaller man blushed at the comment and nodded.

"I need words Booth." I demanded, grabbing his collared shirt.

"Y-yes daddy Lincoln~" He moaned out.

I smirked at his little performance and started to strip off my pants, and he did the same.

I looked at his lanky body, it wasnt bad though it was hot. I walked over to him and grabbed his waist and picked him up. I sat him on the sink countertop and started sucking on his neck, trying to find his sensitive spot.

I heard a moan when I went over a particular spot.

Found it.

I kept sucking oj his neak, hearing soft moans coming out of Booth's mouth.

As I'm about to pull down his pants I ask, "are you sure that you are okay with this Booth? We don't have to if you aren't comfortable-"

"Lincoln just fuck me I can't wait anymore!~" Booth spit out, obviously needy.

So with that, I started to take off My boxers when all of a sudden Booth took out a gun.

Booths POV

As Lincoln was taking off his boxers, I pulled the gun from my coat pocket.

Did this man really think that I woukd fuck him? I came here to kill him. He believed every single second of it. I really am a good actor.

I then pulled the Trigger. And shot him in the head. The tall man fell over on the floor, gasping, trying to stay Alive.

Pathetic.

After a bit he stopped breathing. Lincoln was dead.

"FREEDOM FOR THE SOUTH!!!" I shouted in victory.

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So did you like my angst smut
Anyways leave suggestions for one shots you want me to write bc I will gladly do so