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flyinghighj · 1 year ago

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MORNING SPICE

francisco morales x f!reader

warnings: smut. morning smut. 18+. p in v. foreplay. little to no plot except sprinkles of fluff.

an: written on phone. not edited. pls just enjoy the brain rot + be kind

IMAGINE YOU AND FRANKIE WAKING UP ON A DAY WHEN YOU HAVE NOTHING TO DO. the curtains slightly cracked open, a stream of yellow-morning bleeding in through the breeze.

the light dancing over the crumbled bedsheets, the ones hanging low and loose on his hips.

you’ll deny it, but you started it.

lazy kisses to his neck and jaw, before meeting his lips.

then, he shifts a leg over yours, his hand sliding between your thighs—his mouth slanting over yours as your hands find a home around his neck. and then it’s all expert teasing, perfect touches and deep strokes, because gotta get you ready for me, baby as he licks a strip down your jaw and neck.

warmth fans over your spine, building in your stomach as you try to buck into his touch—even if you know he’ll give you what you need. he always does.

he’s good like that. all long and thick fingers, slow in the way they pump in and out of you as though he’s trying to welcome your whimpers to the early hour gently.

but you’re already aching—all desperate. practically writhing in the sheets under him as his mouth slides down the curve of your breast, his lips wrapping around your nipple, tongue swirling, just as his fingers curl inside you.

and fuck—

you grasp his waist, brushing the silver scar he got in a jungle somewhere. the story dripped to you over time. like so many others when you’ve kissed every inch of him.

now you lightly touch this one, the one he used to flinch from you when you brushed it. now, if anything, he pays no mind. let’s you feel the past as you strum your pads over the stories embedded into his skin.

because his focus is on you and you alone. his eyes reading your expressions as though you're a heli dash. you’re sure he could read you blindfolded. he knows your body; is able to get it to places you hadn’t known were possible.

like now. how it’s thrumming, all awake and lively—a surprising development before coffee and a check of your morning emails. not that you’re complaining; you’d rather this every day—not just on the ones where life aligns.

because this is a rarity, a treat. today the two of you have nowhere to be. no place you’re expected or person waiting. so you know he’ll take his time. even as you rake your nails in his hair, urging him on, willing him to get you there. your breaths turning into moans, his name slipping past your lips—

then the base of his palm brushes over your clit, sparking stars behind your lashes. his name cutting into the air, all whiny and desperate as your nose captures the scent that is just him—all, earthy and just unapologetically frankie—as heat licks its way up your back.

it’s blistering, toes curling. your mouth parted in a silent moan as your legs tremble. feeling his hard length against you, but you’re so close. it all building and building. the wave crest rising, all set to crash—

his mouth latches onto yours, swallowing your disgruntled groan as he retracts his hand. releasing your mouth with a pop as he licks his fingers, tasting your, making your throat go dry.

“francisco morales.”

it’s a warning, even if it leaves your tongue as a wail.

and the smirk he gives you makes you flutter around nothing, wet, soaked—slick. all because of him. his look of don’t worry not making you calm down until he’s sliding himself over your body. hand hooking your leg up and over his hip.

his mouth slants over yours, passionate, needy. feeling him line himself up, tongue licking against your lower lip, before he’s pushing into you.

then it’s just bliss.

your mind blanking sounds silencing—lights blinding—just focused on how good it feels as his length strokes your walls, burying himself to the hilt. your fingers snaking in the curls at the base of his neck, mouth latching to his neck as your lungs sting for breath.

you’re full. feeling him drag himself out before thrusting back in. and you cling to him, more than a leg and an arm, you curl into him. feeling his breath on your face, the way his soft stomach flexes as he rolls his hips.

then, he lowers himself further, elbows digging down either side of your face, trapping you.

as if you ever wish to be anywhere other than with him. under him. on him. bent over by him.

his hips slowly rolling—fucking into you so deeply that with each thrust, your mouth falls open, ghosting your lips over his skin: chin, cheek, neck. the leg which is thrown around him is shaking because you’re drowning in it, in him–in how deep he is.

sweat seals your back to the sheets, as other beads collect on your collarbone, the valley between your breasts. and he just whispers that you’re doing so well, fingers lightly brushing your cheek. lips occasionally capturing yours as he does a different twist and thrust that catches you off guard.

you whine.

and whine.

him angling himself, assuring you in soft whispers that he’s got you, he’s always got you. and you meet his eyes, see it all in them—the desire, the endearment and everything in between.

and then it hits, crashes, smothers. you forget to breathe until your throat burns—strained and strangled as you moan his name. him just whispering that you’re so good, so good for me. feeling his fingers on your cheeks, pushing and guiding you through it as your hips wriggle, over-sensitive, over-stimulated as he only slowly rocks into you.

“¿puedes darme uno más, cariño?”

your mouth falling open, staring into blown-brown eyes—shimmering with lust and need and adoration.

and you nod.

because he gives you what you want—he always does—and you can give him another.

it’s the least you can do.

your lips saying as much as they latch to his, teeth nipping at his bottom lip. tasting his moan, and how much he wants you.

an: if anyone saw my earlier post, frankie won. you’re welcome.

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flyinghighj · 1 year ago

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too divine (18+)

pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

summary: Riding Frankie after a long night out.

“You did just as you were told, chasing your high both for you and for your lover. That coil deep in your stomach was at its tightest, and all you could focus on was Francisco’s eyes, darkened with all his lust and love for you.”

wordcount: 1.3K

warnings: established relationship, PIV sex, spanking, the word ‘assault’ is used once but no actual assault, lots of dirty talk, praise, hair-pulling, teasing, eye-contact, slight dom/sub vibes but not rlly, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, mention of oral sex (m receiving), creampie kink, nipple play, squirting, the word ‘daddy’ is used once, they’re just in love hehe, no beta-all mistakes are my own

You were so beautiful like this, body strewn lazily over his chest, face tucked into the crook of his neck. All he could focus on in moments like these was the sound of you whimpering softly in his ear, as well as the gushing sound of your two bodies joining together. You were squeezing him so tight– strangling his cock with your pulsing heat.

With a hand grasped tightly on your hip and the other caressing the back of your head, he gently met your slow movements. Thrusting up, and up, and up, coaxing more of those pretty noises out of your throat. You had gone quiet on him a few moments ago, and god, he was already missing your voice.

A large, callused hand gripped your ass, squeezing before lifting and falling back down quicker than you could prepare for it. ‘Frankieeee…’ He continued his not-so-gentle assault on your right ass cheek, basking in the reactions he was pulling out of you. With each collision, your pussy clenched down on him and he couldn’t help but moan out in ecstasy. ‘Goddamn, baby, so… SLAP!...fuckin…SLAP!...tight…SLAP!’

You were a mess. A beautiful, cock-drunken, sopping wet mess, grinding on his cock like your life depended on it. He could tell you were getting closer as your movements became quicker and more erratic. Frankie used the hand that rested on the back of your head, lacing his fingers into the hair nearest your scalp to pull your head back, wanting–no, needing to see you.

There was nothing he loved more than watching you come undone all over him. The way it broke you each time–he could probably get off just seeing you come everyday if he had to, it was that good. Your eyes were so low from the pleasure but still focused on his face, teeth biting into your bottom lip so hard it would likely be swollen when the two of you were finished up. ‘You gettin’ close, baby?’

He already knew the answer, he just wanted to hear you say it.

You maintained eye contact as you nodded quickly, hips still grinding hard atop his own. Another slap to your ass. ‘Words, baby.’ You loved when he demanded you to speak, especially when he knew you would have extreme difficulty attempting to get any actual words to leave your mouth. You just shook your head, eyes snapping shut and head lolling forward as you felt that intense sensation building within your core.

His hand tightened around a good amount of your hair, gripping it enough to pull your head back up. ‘Tell me.’ The filthy desperation evident all over his face had you swooning, wanting to do anything that would please him. ‘I’m so close, baby, I’m so close, please please please I wanna cum…’ The huge grin that graced his face showed you how satisfied he finally was with your words.

Frankie’s hands left both your ass and your hair and came up to cup your cheeks, not allowing you to look away again. ‘Good girl…keep going, just like that.’ You did just as you were told, chasing your high both for you and for your lover. That coil deep in your stomach was at its tightest, and all you could focus on was Francisco’s eyes, darkened with all his lust and love for you.

Two more rolls of your hips had you shaking and crying out in utter bliss. ‘Frankieee–oh my god!’ Your eyes closed again this time, and he didn’t mind much because he had more up his sleeve. As soon as he felt your rhythmic pulsing on his cock, he saw that as an opportunity to increase your pleasure ten times over.

His hands came down to your hips, gripping tightly as he planted his feet down on the mattress underneath. Before you could even realize what was happening, you were leaning forward, bracing your hands on his chest, and Frankie was already pounding–so hard, and so deep–up into you. The tip of his cock kissed that button deep within you over and over again, never fully allowing your orgasm to fade. ‘Yeahhh, baby, you can take it, I’ve got you…’

His words echoed in your ears as you felt yourself getting higher on all the love he was giving you. Your head felt damn near empty in mere seconds, falling backwards while you remained mostly upright and bouncing on his cock.

The sight of your glistening body on top of him, entirely at his mercy–he wished the two of you would’ve filmed this. Instead, he has to just touch and observe every single little thing you do, committing it all to his memory, just in case he never gets to experience this sort of euphoria again in his life.

His cock was so hard, it had been that way since the two of you had gone out for dinner earlier in the evening. And it had stayed that way all throughout; by the time you made it back home, he was red, throbbing and nearly bursting out of his jeans. Once you saw how needy he was, you immediately got on your knees and sucked and licked Frankie like there was no tomorrow, like your last dying wish was just to simply please your man.

Now, he was ready to cum again. This time, however, he only wanted to release deep inside your perfect pussy, filling you up until there was absolutely nothing left.

One hand left your hip and came up to your breast, gently squeezing and caressing the soft mound. A high-pitched mewl left your mouth as he fondled with you, teasing you. Fingers gripped your nipple, pinching and sending more pleasure through your body. His hips continued their relentless pace for a few more moments.

Francisco felt himself teetering along the edge, getting closer and closer but somehow still wanting to last. And then, you said it.

‘Cum in me, daddy…’

All patience was lost then.

His hips stuttered, changing the angle just a tiny bit, hitting your spot better, faster, and harder than it had been before. A sob, louder than he’s heard before, escaped your lips as you clenched and quivered around him. His fingers were still latched and pinching onto your nipple, everything stimulating your brain oh-so-much. Suddenly, you both began to feel warm liquids, splashing between your bodies, making everything wetter and sloppier.

‘Jesus christ…Good girllll, good girl, squirting all over me like that–fuck yes..’

Sounds of your lovemaking filled the room; your loud, echoing cries, Frankie’s murmurs of praise to your body, and the pornographic sounds of him entering and leaving your soaked folds, over and over again.

Just a moment after you squirted on his cock, he was letting go. Your warmth had been squeezing so tightly, and then to add the extra warmth and wetness? There was no way he could continue to hold back. You felt it all, the throbbing of his cock in you, all his cum–so much cum–pumping deep inside you.

His pace slowed down shortly after and you leaned forward, tucking yourself back away into his neck. Your hips moved slowly up and down his length, draining him for all he had. ‘So good, baby, so fucking good–this pussy is heaven, oh my fucking God!’

The both of you came down, slowly and quietly—still trembling, you still moving only slightly just to hear his moans in your ear. He sounded so beautiful, so perfect when he came–and even more so when he was overstimulated. He only allowed you to continue for a few minutes before grasping onto your hips to keep you still.

You chuckled and obeyed, deciding to instead plant kisses on him; his neck, behind his ear, his chest and shoulders, and then back up to his jaw and face. Soft lips met your own and you sighed into his mouth, feeling at peace. You knew he’d want you to get up in a bit to clean up, so you decided to savor this moment. Tongues lazily wrestling the other, while your sweaty body still laid atop his, cock softening inside while both of your releases dripped down your thighs and onto the sheets.

‘I love you.’

‘I love you too.’

…

‘So you’re a squirter, huh?’

soooo... first fic posted! likes, comments, and reblogs are very appreciated if u enjoy this story!! i don't have a specific schedule right now, but i do have a few fics lined up for some other pedro characters and bucky barnes (mostly). feel free to leave any feedback or requests/suggestions, i don't mind!

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flyinghighj · 1 year ago

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go camping, they said

summary: wanting just a nice weekend away, frankie takes you on a camping trip. the whole thing doesn't quite turn out as expected.

pairing: frankie morales x f!reader word count: 2.9k warnings:18+ content; no use of y/n (but a lot of nicknames); unprotected p in v; fingering; established relationship

Go camping, they said.

It’s gonna be fun, they said.

Sure it was fun, having to carry heavy bags through the woods, swarmed by insects. Her skin itched and her muscles burned, trying to keep her annoyed groans at bay.

Tripping over the roots of trees, scratching her skin open on bushes and smaller branches.

She told Frankie as much. How much she fucking loved camping already.

“C’mon, baby, we ain’t even there yet and you wanna complain already?” Frankie responded, that bright, beautiful smile still on his face. As always, it was like nothing could ever really dampen his mood. “You’ll love it, cariño, trust me.”

She huffed, readjusting the backpack on her back before stepping over a large branch, almost tripping. His hands immediately shot out to her, ready to catch her should she fall.

Like always, so quick to react when something happened.

“It better, right now I really don’t like it.” She said, brushing some hair out of her face, then swatting away some more mosquitoes.

He laughed, smacking her ass as she walked ahead and past him, just grinning when she looked back to glare daggers at him.

Finally at the campsite, she was glad to let the heavy bags fall, even though it was nothing compared to what Frankie was carrying, his muscles flexing, biceps bulging as he threw his load down.

Still all smiles, looking through the bags.

While he had wanted to start on putting up the tent immediately, she took a moment to walk around, just checking out the view.

It was beautiful, if he put up the tent just how he planned to, they would have a perfect view on the lake that stretched out before her. A breathtaking sight, the sun reflecting off the blue surface, a few ducks disturbing the stillness of the water by drawing ripples into it.

He really had picked a wonderful place to camp, even if she wasn’t entirely sold on the idea of it yet.

But just being with him here was good enough for her right now.

“Oh fuck.” She heard behind her, spinning around to see Frankie rummage through the bag the tent was in, the dark green fabric already splayed out next to him. “Seriously?”

Walking back to him, she heard him sigh heavily, kneeled on the ground as he kept looking.

“What is it, baby?” She asked, a little concerned. Everything seemed fine to her as she looked at the splayed out equipment. Had they forgotten something important?

“Missing some fucking pegs.” He said, searching through another bag in the hopes of finding them. “Must’ve fallen out or something.”

Crouching down next to him, she took the ones he had gathered in her hand. “Won’t these be enough?”

She really had no idea about any of this, what they had looked just fine to her. But he was the expert.

Frankie gave up with a long sigh, moving to get started, picking up the tent.

“Might be.” A long groan left him, rubbing a hand over his face. “But looks like we’re missing a tent pole or two, too. So let’s hope the thing doesn’t collapse in the middle of the night.”

She went to help him, letting him instruct her what to do. Settling to put the tent poles in.

“I told you to check if we had everything, you know…” A small smirk was on her lips, which earned her a gentle squeeze of her ass.

“Yeah, yeah, just help me get this thing up, baby.”

She giggled.

“I can help you get another thing up.”

Looking up at him, he just shook his head with a wide grin, continuing to put everything together.

It took a little longer than either of them expected to set up the tent, but in the end they managed, even if it was a little wobbly.

She was sure it would do for the two nights they had planned to stay here. Even if Frankie wasn’t entirely convinced about that, he just hoped for the best.

While he moved on to get the air mattresses set up, she walked around to gather some smaller branches to make a fire.

Frankie had promised her a campfire and she was more than just excited to get one going.

It had been one of the main points to get her sold on this little weekend trip.

Honestly, she was most excited to cuddle with him, maybe make some toasted marshmallows.

It would be fun.

Wrapped up in some blankets, cozy and quiet while listening to the fire crack.

Maybe all the insects and scratches could be forgotten.

By the time they had managed to get a fire going, the sky had darkened. Not only just because of the sun setting, a soft orange glow shimmering on the water, but also because dark clouds had started to make their way over.

They ignored it for now, huddled on a camping chair together, a blanket around them and sharing a marshmallow.

“Maybe it’s gonna pass.” She said, cupping his jaw and kissing his cheek as he held another sweet treat into the fire. Thunder rumbled in the distance, letting her look up, feeling a little less optimistic. “It better pass.”

His hand smoothed over the curve of her ass, humming.

“Sure. It’ll just pass so I can make you more of these.” Frankie said, pulling the lightly toasted marshmallow out of the fire and presenting it to her.

She smiled, taking it off of the stick with her mouth before leaning closer to him, wiggling her brows.

Frankie understood, biting into it and chuckling at their little Lady and the Tramp moment, kiss and all.

Meeting in the middle, lips slotting against the others’.

She laughed too, swallowing the sweet, caramelly treat before kissing him again, deeper this time.

He tasted like caramel and beer, his beard tickling her.

Careful not to knock his cap off of him.

Putting away the stick, his other hand wandered over her thigh, up and down in a slow motion.

“See, camping ain’t that bad, baby.” He said with a wide grin. Almost cocky, knowing he was proving her wrong right now. It was all fine. “We should test those mattresses, see if they’re any g-”

His words were cut off by the sudden downpour of water on them, making her gasp in surprise and scramble to move off of him.

“Fuck!” She yelled, the cold rain drenching her almost immediately, thunder cracking above them, lightening the sky as she quickly ran over to their tent, Frankie following close behind.

Once inside, kneeling on the hard floor, she threw the sopping blanket off of her, looking over at him.

“Camping ain’t that bad?” She repeated his words, laughing in disbelief, seeing how drenched he was. “You wanna repeat that, Frankie?”

He just looked back at her, taking his button down off, leaving him in a dark t-shirt that now clung to his body.

There was a moment of silence between them, only the sound of the rain hitting their tent hard above them, before they both broke out in laughter.

Of course this happened to them. It just had to.

Missing tent pieces, some bruises and now soaked by the rain.

What else could go wrong.

“You look pretty when you’re wet.” He laughed, making her roll her eyes in response as she wrung out her hair.

“Funny.” She said, voice dripping with sarcasm. Taking off her cardigan, she threw it at him, spraying him with water when he caught it.

Suddenly, he was on her, pulling her into him as he kissed her, tongue slipping into her mouth when she gasped. His hands roamed over her body, settling on her ass.

“Still wanna test out those mattresses?” She asked, her fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “Or do we have to fear them exploding or something?”

He laughed, raising his arms so she could take his shirt off, her fingers on his chest immediately.

“They’re pretty sturdy.” He took off her tank top, cupping her breasts through her bra. The whimper that left her was music to his ears. “But let’s see if they can handle us.”

The thin material let her hard nipples poke through, making her moan as he brushed his thumbs over them.

“If they don’t, I’m never going camping with you again, Francisco.” She said, cupping his cheeks and pulling him against her, sounds muffled.

Frankie made quick work of her bra, leaving her shivering in the cold air, moving to lay her down on the bed.

They felt nice, different but not too bad.

“I like these.” She giggled, the air moving in the mattress when he hovered over her, making her wiggle around. “Good pick.”

His lips attached to her neck, hungry and passionate, leaving some bruises to bloom later, his hands cupping and groping at her breasts.

Like he had never touched them before, fingertips rough against her soft skin.

They both flinched when thunder cracked above them, taken out of the moment for a few seconds, wondering if this tent would hold up.

“Nothing more romantic than fucking during a thunderstorm.” He joked, drawing her back in with a soft laugh. “Just the right atmosphere.”

Her hands found the button of his pants, opening them.

“Can do that at home, too, Frankie.” She said, smirking. “Nothing special about that while camping.”

He smiled against her skin, dragging his nose all the way up which he had just kissed down, finding the corner of her mouth.

“It wouldn’t feel the same, cariño.”

Just before she could reach into his pants, he sat back on his haunches and opened her jeans.

“Oh sorry, forgot the mosquito bites and the scratches and the fact that I’m fucking soaked but it’s not your work at all. Adds just the right touch.”

He grinned, pulling off her pants, throwing the wet denim behind him somewhere.

Her panties swiftly followed, hands pressing her legs open by the inside of her knees.

“I’d say this is all my work.” Two of his fingers ran through her soaked folds, making her squirm and throw her head back. “Pretty, little pussy. Bet you can take me already, querida.”

He pressed them against her entrance, applying just a little bit of pressure.

“Frankie- Fuck, please, baby.”

When he pushed inside, she tensed up a little, her hand coming to grab his wrist. Not to stop him, just to make him slow down as he stretched her open.

“Knew you could take me, just breathe, baby.” He said quietly, barely audible over the rain still hammering onto the tent. “How’s that feel?”

It felt good, amazing. Legs opening wider, feeling him slowly drag his fingers in and out of her, humming lowly.

“Really good.” She said, biting her lip. “But I want your dick, Francisco.”

His fingers flexed inside of her and she would have laughed at the reaction he had to her saying his full name, if only he wasn’t hitting that sweet spot inside her that let her moan loudly.

“Was hopin’ I could get some late night snack first.”

That made her laugh, rolling her eyes.

He sped up just a little, feeling her clench around him.

“Can eat me out all you want later, but I want you to fuck me first, baby.” She almost whined when he curled his fingers again, back arching. “Let me see your cock, Frankie, wanna feel it.”

She sounded so desperate, voice so small with the thunder still raging on, that he couldn’t resist, pulling his fingers out of her.

His pants and underwear quickly joined the pile behind them, and soon enough he was nestled between her legs, pressing his hips forward slowly, making her gasp while he kissed down her neck.

“Shit, you’re so tight.” He moaned, hoisting one of her legs over his shoulder, the sound making goosebumps appear on her skin.

Or maybe it was the cold, only now feeling warmer with his chest close to hers.

If there was one thing she would never get used to, it’s how fucking big Frankie was, stretching her just right and always hurting just a little no matter how well he prepared her.

And with her leg over his shoulder he only felt bigger, making her whimper.

“And you’re fucking big.” She said, watching the slight blush on his cheeks.

He loved hearing it, but it always got him a little red in the face, chuckling quietly.

Her hands moved to his sides when he pulled almost all the way out of her before slamming back in, making her cry out and dig her nails into his skin.

“Francisco, fuck!”

He did it again, setting a slow, but rough pace, filling her completely and making her head spin when his lips found hers.

Still tasting of caramel and beer, which only made her hungry.

“You sound so sweet when I’m fucking you.” He said, groaning loudly when she squeezed him tight. “Love hearing you, querida, you’re so stunning.”

Rambling already, he was so easy to get drunk on pussy and she loved it, moaning and gasping his name as he pounded into her, his own impatience making him speed up.

Making that coil tighten inside of her.

No longer feeling cold. Quite the opposite, burning up from the inside.

When he sat up, pulling her other leg over his shoulder too, he watched how her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her back arching off the mattress.

Moving just a little differently to change the angle, he had her squirming underneath him, their sounds echoing in the small space.

“Baby, please-” She whimpered, groping her own breasts as he held her legs up, kissing the inside of her knees.

Not much left, just a tiny little more.

“I got you, querida, c’mon.” He rasped, feeling her spasm around him, not too far from the edge himself. “Want you to soak my dick, c’mon.”

When he bent over her again, the pain of the position delicious as she felt the stretch in her legs, he kissed her hard. The coil snapped, making her cry out and dig her nails into him so hard she thought she was breaking skin.

“Frankie, fuck- Fuck!” She trembled, bent in half beneath him, still pounding into her at a rough pace. “Francisco!”

That did him in, pushing his hips against hers and staying there, spilling himself inside of her and swallowing her moans, his own slipping into her mouth.

“Baby, fuck-”

When he stopped twitching inside her, he gently moved to let her legs down, kissing her deeply now that they were coming down from their highs.

The rain had finally stopped, the thunder more distant and only a few drops hitting their tent now, dripping off the trees.

It was peaceful.

Nice, even.

Just wrapped up in one another, limbs tangled.

Frankie kissed along her jaw, soft gentle kisses as she cupped his cheeks, keeping him close to her.

“See, camping really ain’t that bad.” He repeated himself from earlier, laughing.

That wonderful laugh she adored so much, the corner of his eyes crinkling a little.

She was just joining in, giggling loudly when suddenly their tent came down on them, making both of them yell out in surprise.

For a moment they each just cursed under their breath, with Frankie holding up the roof just high enough so he could see her.

When they locked eyes, they both began laughing, the whole thing so ridiculous they couldn’t not laugh.

“You need to stop saying that, baby.” She said, tears in her eyes and her stomach hurting, barely noticing that he was pulling out of her. “First the rain and now this.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” He responded, acting all innocent as he sat up, pulling her up as well. “Camping isn’t-”

She slapped a hand over his mouth, shushing him with a giggle.

“Stop! I don’t wanna hear a loud bang and find the truck has exploded when we get back!”

“The loud bang already happened…” He said, almost sheepishly now.

God, he was adorable like this.

“Wanna sleep outside? We got more blankets?” He suggested, still holding up the tent, his arm slowly growing tired.

She shrugged her shoulders.

“Why the fuck not.”

So they got up, laying down a blanket in the dirt before moving the mattress on top of it, the tent just a little pile now as they threw all the pillows and blankets out.

The air wasn’t too chilly, but nice and crisp after the storm, and the sky was visible over the lake as they quickly hopped into bed, still laughing at how stupid all of this was.

His head rested on her chest and she wrapped her arms around his broad frame, feeling heavy on her but finding it a welcome weight.

This was nice. Looking up at the stars, naked under the covers and his warm body on top of hers.

His hand caressing her side, mouth finding her neck again.

“I know you’re thinking it, Frankie. Don’t say it.” She giggled, her hand threading through his hair. “If we get another rainshower at night I’ll blame that on you.”

He just laughed, patting her hip.

“I’ve never said a damn thing.”

She hummed, burying her nose in his hair.

Go camping, they said.

It’s gonna be fun, they said.

Maybe they were right.

Camping could be kind of fun.

Especially with someone like Frankie.

#frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters

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flyinghighj · 2 years ago

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Possessive!Frankie

I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that no one is going to complain about a bit of possessive Frankie? No? Ok then.

Smut below the cut - excerpt from chapter 10 of The Pilot and his girl

“You like that, don’t you?” he mumbles, continuing to kiss up your neck and finding your lips again, his eyes are dark as he looks down on you, shifting his body again and you feel the rigid length of his hard cock against your thigh. “I like leaving little marks on you, like seeing them on you the next day, letting others see that you’re mine.” His voice is dark and low, a possessive tone he doesn’t often use. “I want you to feel the bruise tomorrow and know I made you feel so good, know how much I love making you feel this good.”

He climbs over you, pushing your thighs apart as he rolls his hips against your soaked panties, drawing a loud moan from you that makes him smile. He holds his weight on his arms, his hands on either side of your head, and his sheer size makes you feel tiny under him as he looks down at you, his dark eyes locked on yours as he rolls his hips again. Your body arches of its own volition as you whimper and your head falls back, exposing your neck to Frankie who drops down and lets his tongue drag across it, tasting the salt on your skin, before he finds that delicious spot just under your ear. He presses his soft lips to it, letting the tip of his tongue lap over it before he pulls away a little bit.

“Hermosa,” he mutters, “can I leave a mark here too? I want to show…I want hi-” he breaks off, kissing your skin again, “I want to leave a little mark here.”

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flyinghighj · 2 years ago

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chasing — part II (joel x afab!reader)

read part 1 here!

part 3 is out!!

synopsis: although some women threw themselves at joel and failed, one has certainly made her mark. joel briefly loses sights of you and him but fixes it.

warnings: angst angst ANGST but there’s a happy ending <3, established relationship, allusions to smut (minors beware), accusations of cheating, cursing, age gap (reader in late 20’s, joel in late 40’s), jealous!reader, insecure!reader, mean!joel, regretting saying things, fluff!

a/n: RAHHH yalls love and support have been so amazing! i didn’t think it’d get that much feedback, but y’all have inspired me to quickly publish the next part for y’all! please let me know what you think and enjoy!!

COME GET YALLS JUICE

based on chasing_demo by nf

Somewhere I can be loved

Where I don't have to run away from my flaws

And I don't have to be afraid of my thoughts

With this high, this high that I've been chasing

you had severely fucked up. yes, joel called you childish, but he hadn’t meant it the way you took it as. it was ironic how you’d reassure joel about y’all’s age gap but allowed it to control your behavior earlier.

your boot kicked into the dirt beneath it while a grunt of frustration came from your throat. “God dammit!” one hand rested on your hip while the other held your forehead. at the moment, you couldn’t understand the underlying cause of your intense feelings. all you knew was that something was off about jenny, even if no one else saw it. there was just this… feeling you got from her.

to spare yourself further embarrassment from those passing by or shamelessly watching, you turned and walked towards the stables. you still had patrol with him despite y’all’s argument, so you had no choice but to grab june from her stall. what you hadn’t expected was to see jenny brushing your horse’s coat.

“Oh—! Hey, (Y/N)! Joel told me to get a horse, so I was about to take this one. I saw Joel riding this one and how tame it was.” jenny spoke with a soft smile upon her face as she continued to groom june. “You can’t take this one.” you grabbed ahold on june’s lead and gently pulled her in your direction. “Is she hurt? I didn’t see her get any injuries during our patrol yesterday, so she should be fine to ride, right?” you stayed silent, which didn’t go unnoticed to jenny. she didn’t take too kindly to that and sighed before breaking the silence. “Look, Joel asked me to go on patrol with him today, so I really—” “He what?!” your head snapped towards the gorgeous woman as your brows furrowed.

“Jesus fucking Christ— first, you want my boyfriend, now you want my fucking horse? I said no. You cannot take my damn horse, now get your hands off of her.” you seethed with pure anger at the girl. You hadn’t realized how long the two of you had been there when you heard your name being roughly called behind you. joel must’ve came to see what was taking jenny so long with grabbing a horse that he had seen your outburst. “Jenny, I’ll bring you a horse and meet you at the gate.” joel’s eyes stayed glued to your face, his arms crossed over his chest. “Joel, honestly it’s fine—” joel cut jenny off before she could finish, “No, it’s not fine. Go.” jenny so slightly jolted at his tone before walking out while giving joel an apologetic look.

after a few long seconds passed and joel was sure she was out of earshot, his nostrils flared. “I don’t know what the fuck your problem is, but you will not treat her that way.” you weren’t sure why joel was so adamant on defending her, and your confusion showed in your demeanor. your body recoiled away from the tone he was speaking to you with. “Are you serious right now?” you scoffed and narrowed your eyes at the man in front of you.

“She just got here and you’re treating her like shit. As far as I know, that girl hasn’t done a thing to you for you to be acting like this.” he had a point. although she hadn’t directly done anything towards you, you still didn’t feel comfortable with how close she had gotten to him. “Why are you fighting so hard for her? God, if you defend her any harder, I’d think you fucking liked her.” joel wasn’t too fond of how jealous you were acting when in reality, it was fear.

“Are you hearing how you sound right now? I don’t know why you’re being so insecure, but it’s making you disgustingly possessive and it’s extremely unattractive.” your face contorted into something else, something softer. that familiar burn began to sting behind the bridge of your nose as you looked at joel. “You don’t mean that..” the last thing you wanted was to be clingy and possessive. sure, you knew you were territorial, but you didn’t expect it to get this out-of-hand.

“You know I’ve never given you shit about your age, but I didn’t expect you to be this immature about me having another female friend.” your bottom lip began to tighten and quiver from his verbal assault. he’s never spoken to you quite like this, especially ripping into one of your biggest insecurities in y’all’s relationship.

after a few minutes of silence, a few fat, hot tears trailed down your cheeks. “You know what?” you wiped your nose with your sleeve (actually joel’s, it was a flannel he gave you) and sniffled, “You’re absolutely right. I’m very sorry that I treated your friend like that.” you nodded with slight disbelief and disappointment before raising your brows and planting a fake smile upon your lips. “In fact, she can take my horse since it matters that much to you. What’s mine is hers, you’ve made that abundantly clear.” before joel could hurdle another hurtful comment your way, you roughly brushed past him and fled from the uncomfortable space.

when the outbreak happened, you were essentially alone from the start. as an eight year old girl, you were extremely scared to have been pushed onto a crowded bus with your parents. y’all were in a very unorganized community, but it was shelter none the less. when FEDRA raided it, you were fourteen. your father was quick to defend you and your mother from their harsh grips upon y’all’s skin. despite his effort, a FEDRA soldier wasted no time with putting a bullet in his head.

your mother died when you were nineteen. if you had to explain her cause of death, you’d say it was from a broken heart. maybe it was from the never-ending hopelessness that FEDRA constantly served their ‘citizens’, or maybe it was the exhaustion of having to keep going, to keep trying. all you knew was that you couldn’t stay at the shitty QZ anymore, you had to leave if you wanted to survive.

the night after your mother passed, you packed all of your essentials as well as weapons that you had traded for some rations and alcohol your mother had fermented (she would use whatever extra bread and fruit you guys had to make it). with your rifle slung over your back and a pistol shoved in an old leather holster upon your belt, you snuck out of the QZ and become a lone wolf.

after years of trial and error and dropping bodies, you finally came across joel at the ripe age of 24. you had your fair share of shitty groups that tried to backstab you (a few had succeeded), so you were not fond of the idea of him. with the barrel of your pistol pointed towards his figure, you saw his hands raise in the air in defense (knowing joel now, you know he wouldn’t have done that if he had been alone). behind him appeared a frightened girl that stood frozen with fear.

you remembered the first time he confessed any sort of affectionate feelings towards you. it was almost a year after initially meeting. you had been rushed by a clicker, and lo and behold, your pistol was jammed. joel was quick enough to lay a fat shotgun shell into its head before roughly yanking your body up. his arms had wrapped around your body as he reassured you with loving words.

that was three years ago. now, you were on the verge of losing the man that had grown to open up to you and become vulnerable with.

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flyinghighj · 2 years ago

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chasing part I (joel x afab!reader)

synopsis: although some women threw themselves at joel and failed, one has certainly made her mark. joel briefly loses sights of you and him but fixes it.

based on chasing_demo by nf

a/n: this is my first actual fic that i’ve published!! please give me feedback and lmk if it’s okay ;-; there WILL be a part 2 and maybe more after that >:3

And something's got a hold on me

They don't see the world I see

Heartbeat in my chest feels weak

It's really startin' to weigh on me, yeah

it wasn’t unusual to see heads turn at the presence of joel, especially women (although their reasons were different). this didn’t bother you much, though. joel made it very clear that he was yours from the way he often worshipped your body like a follower devoting themself to their deity. sometimes, you’d get a wild hair up your ass and get jealous, but joel would shut that thought down as soon as he noticed it.

things were fine. you, joel, and ellie had a place to call home in a quaint little house within jackson’s walls. y’all were able to eat 3 meals a day and roam the streets without fearfully watching your back for any raiders or infected. ellie was able to quickly make friends upon initially arriving to jackson, and joel reunited with his younger brother that he had been desperately searching for since the outbreak began. you and joel were able to be as normal as a couple could be these days.

things were fine.

that was until the addition of a new face to jackson. of course, due to your and joel’s weary nature, the two of you typically kept y’all’s guard up in regards to people y’all weren’t close to (like maria, tommy, and ellie). the three of y’all formally met the woman at the tipsy bison. initially, you had no idea it was a woman, but both maria and tommy thought you would benefit from gaining a new friend in jackson.

“Joel— hey! Over here!” tommy loudly called out to two of you, not addressing you due to knowing you guys were a package deal and essentially one being. joel glanced over at you before briefly tilting his head towards tommy’s direction. “C’mon, darlin’.” joel was always gruff, but the small upwards quirk of his lips told anyone outside of the conversation that he was content.

ellie ran off to a group of people her age, making sure to stay in y’all’s line of sight. tommy and maria sat in their usual spot that y’all frequented from time to time. the only thing that was unfamiliar was the new face. they must be new. “I have someone I want you guys to meet. Joel, Y/N, this is Jennifer. She’s new to Jackson, so make sure to make her feel at home.” tommy spoke, a hand set upon jennifer’s shoulder as he announced her presence. “You can just call me Jenny. It’s a pleasure to meet you two.” jenny spoke, a sweet smile taking place upon her lips.

she was beautiful. jenny had brown wavy hair that stopped right at her elbows, freckles that littered her tanned skin, and hazel eyes that looked like they held the earth itself.

you didn’t know why, but you began to feel an itch of jealousy. shoving down those feelings, the two of you politely shook her hand. there was a slight issue though: she was sat on your and joel’s usual side of the booth. it began to obviously hang in the air when you glanced back and forth from the space and joel. jenny followed your gaze before her eyebrows rose in embarrassment. “Oh goodness— I’m sorry! Let me get up—“ jenny exclaimed and began to get up. you felt at ease to see jenny’s acknowledgement of you and joel’s partnership before hearing joel’s voice cut through the awkward tension. “Don’t worry about it, I can stand or pull up a chair.” your brows slightly furrowed at his words. you knew he was being polite like a true gentleman, but it slightly struck something in you.

throughout the night, y’all found out that jenny had been from san antonio, not too far from joel’s place in austin. the topic of texas was familiar for joel and tommy, and they soon engaged in conversation with their experiences. you were from houston, so it was familiar to you as well.

they began to speak about san marcos and the rivers that ran through the terrain. you had been a few times, but you didn’t frequent it as much as the three of them had. “You know, Galveston is pretty nice. The water looked like shit, but the strand was super fun to walk along.” you joked with a small laugh, but it didn’t seem to stick for too long. “I haven’t been! I usually spent my summer floating down the river with an ice cold beer. I don’t think you can do that at the beach, sharks and what not.” jenny acknowledged what you said with a smile and a friendly shrug of her shoulders until joel and tommy continued on with talking about their activities. “No way! Joel and I loved floating the river! We’d get one nasty sun burn the next day, but it was totally worth it.” well, there went your attempt at inserting yourself in the conversation.

it started to get late, so y’all said your goodbyes. ellie had already headed back to the house, so it was just you and joel. as the two of you walked back to y’all’s house, he spoke up. “She seemed nice. I think you two would get along.” joel playfully bumped his shoulder into your own with a quirk of his lips. “Yeah, maybe.” you spoke and gave him a half-assed smile before averting your eyes towards the ground.

monday rolled around, which meant it was time for the apocalypse version of a nine to five. sometimes, you’d go on patrol with joel and check the perimeter. other days, you’d work on the garden and harvest some crops for the community. today, you were supposed to be partnered with joel. after you saddled and straddled your favorite horse, june, you approached the gates for your shift. tommy and joel had been stood in their usual spots, but this time, jenny had been accompanying them. “Mornin’, (Y/N)! Me and Joel were talking and thought that maybe he could take Jenny on a patrol today to show her the ropes.” Your brows furrowed in not only confusion but frustration. “I— I’m sorry? And you decided to tell me just now?” you hadn’t meant to sound so snarky, but there was a system of how things were done.

you hopped off of june and put a hand on your hip. joel furrowed his own brows at your impolite behavior, crossing his arms over his chest. “You know what, that’s fine. I’m sorry, I just don’t like sudden changes, y’know?” you lifted your hands apologetically before grabbing june’s lead. you were stopped by tommy’s voice stating that she would need a horse. oh hell no. “Joel, give her your horse. You can take June.” this was not something you were willing to negotiate. no one else but your circle would touch your horse, and that was a promise.

before you could get even more annoyed with the situation, you walked away towards the green house.

during your time in the greenhouse, sour thoughts of this morning flooded your conscious. you grumbled to yourself with annoyance as you roughly pulled out some ripe vegetables from the soil. you would have to exchange some words with joel later on about the situation. it’s not that you had a problem with someone else taking your shift, you just didn’t understand why they separated you and joel for another woman. you were very territorial, so it definitely struck a nerve.

you had lost track of time, only noticing how much had passed from the orange hues painting the sky. around this time, the two of you would be getting back from patrol. dusting yourself off with your hands, you stood to your feet and put your tools up before leaving the greenhouse.

because joel had to update tommy on the patrol, you decided to go back home and get started on dinner. ellie had been in her room reading a comic book you had found on patrol a while back and given to her. you took out vegetables from the fridge as well as rabbit meat from the freezer. tonight, y’all would have stew.

as you were finishing up, ellie had came downstairs a bit ago and was talking your ear off. as soon as joel walked in, you nodded your heads towards the staircase at ellie in a silent order to go to her room for a moment.

“How was patrol?” you bit the inside of your cheek after you spoke and continued to sir the spoon inside the pot. “It was good. I showed Jenny the ropes and taught her how to do a proper patrol.” setting down the spoon on the counter, you turned towards joel with your arms crossed over your chest. “Joel, I mean this as nice as possible, but don’t let that happen again please. I understand she needed to be taught, but Tommy or somebody else could’ve done that. You know we always patrol together when it’s my day to. I really didn’t appreciate the last minute change.” He rose his eyebrows in slight surprise before nodding. “You’re right. It wasn’t right to tell you last second, but I had only found out right before you did.” Joel took heavy steps towards you before pressing his lips upon your forehead. “I’m sorry, baby.” you couldn’t stay mad at him, especially when he showed affection towards you. “It’s alright. I love you.” You spoke and pecked his lips as he responded with ‘I love you too, darlin’’ against your own.

once the air wasn’t so tense, joel called ellie down for dinner. you fixed their portions before setting it down on the table in front of them. that night, y’all ate together like a family.

the rest of the week went smoothly. until it didn’t. you took a look at the new schedule for the next month only to see that jenny had patrols with joel. “What the fuck?” you seethed to yourself before slamming the clipboard back onto the desk and storming out. you weren’t sure what pissed you off more, the fact that she had patrols with him or that they were on days that you and joel didn’t have patrols together. sure, joel was scheduled with tommy as well, but she didn’t like that jenny was getting even a sliver of time alone with him.

before you could even think of what you were doing, you were in front of tommy and chewing his ass out. “Tell me you had an aneurysm or something because your brain must be scrambled to put her together with Joel. Especially on my days in the greenhouse? It’s like you guys just want to piss me off.” joel had been walking up and caught a glimpse of your angry demeanor. “Woah— what’s going on here?” joel questioned before you waved your hand towards tommy. “This jackass put you and Jenny together on patrols damn near every day I’m not.” tommy knew you weren’t degrading him, as you two often joked with each other. although this was out of pure frustration, he didn’t take offense. tommy looked over at joel with wide eyes and raised eyebrows, his mouth opening to speak until joel beat him to it.

“I told him to.” it was your turn to reflect tommy’s expression, your brows raised in confusion. “Excuse me? Why would you do that?” joel put his hands on his hips and popped his slutty lil knee out before speaking again. “Because she doesn’t really know anybody else. Besides, she needs to be trained more.” you were taken aback at the way he was essentially treating her like a clueless child. “Joel, she’s not a fucking kid. She could easily go with anyone else.” tommy awkwardly and slowly backed away from the two of you before turning around and leaving like a dog with his tail tucked between his legs. joel’s own eyebrows furrowed at your words because why were you acting like this? “(Y/N), you’re being extremely rude right now. That girl does not have any friends here, and with all due respect, those idiots couldn’t train her any better than me.” you scoffed at his words and rolled your eyes. “Okay, but on my days off of patrol? Like, why are you splitting your time between me and her?”

There it is. “That’s what’s got you actin’ like this? Because you’re jealous?” your cheeks began to heat up at his realization because after all, it was the dirty truth. you stayed silent and averted your eyes somewhere, anywhere but him. you finally spoke up, still not looking at him. “How would you feel if I went on patrol with another guy that wasn’t Tommy, huh?” joel scoffed and let out a dry laugh, “Jesus… you’re actin’ like a damn child right now.” your eyes shot to his face as you frowned, your face still contorted with anger. “Yeah? That’s funny for you to say considering you like ‘em young.” fuck, you shouldn’t have said that. your age gap was a bit lengthy, but him calling you a child caused a wave of insecurity to wash over you. his eyebrows briefly rose in response to your words before furrowing again. “Joel, I—“ “Stop talkin’.” he spoke through gritted teeth before turning around and walking away from you.

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flyinghighj · 2 years ago

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A/N: Brought to you deliciously by @tightjeansjavi @loquaciousferret @peterhollandkait @chaotic-mystery

Summary: ever wonder how it feels for your favorite Pedro Pascal character to go down on you? Well, look no further because the girlies got you covered! Oh, and these men definitely know how to eat it good.

Warnings: this is literally just smut. If you are under 18 do not interact. This is content NOT intended to be consumed by minors. If you interact and I find for you to be underaged, I will be blocking you, no questions asked.

Din Djarin

↳ @loquaciousferret

Din doesn’t get the opportunity to eat you out as much as he would like, purely due to the logistics involved with ensuring it is perfectly dark and to have the time and space to apply a blindfold to you. You honestly don’t mind that it isn’t often, and it seems to frustrates him more than it does you. He is a selfless and generous person and wishes he could take this into the bedroom too.

All this considered, it does mean he really takes his time whenever he does get the opportunity. He will be patient and spend what seems like hours pulling multiple orgasms from you, never stopping until the point where you are the one begging for him to stop and just fuck you.

“Please- Din, please. I need you.”

“You have me, mesh’la. I’m right here.”

You whined, his facial hair tickled at your inner thighs as he spoke gently, his voice sending vibrations through your core.

When he did eventually fuck you after eating you out, the pleasure was intensified for you both. With you blindfolded, he could kiss and worship all of your body, and take in your subtle facial expressions without his visor obscuring his view.

“So beautiful, cyar’ika. I could stay here with you like this forever.” And he truly wishes he could.

Javier Peña

↳ @tightjeansjavi

Javi Peña eats your pussy wherever, and whenever he wants. You could be at the office, legs spread over his desk, his hands deliciously holding your thighs apart as he devours your sweet cunt. Thank god it’s only you two working late hours because your moans are free falling around the room, bouncing off the walls. You can hear him groaning in content at your sweet taste along his tongue. Even as his jaw goes slack, he continues to lap at you, wanting to get every last drop.

Or you’re in your apartment, blissfully whipping up some brownies or cookies to bring into the office, humming whatever tune is playing on the radio. You’re wearing one of Javi’s shirts, and a thin pair of panties. Your hips sway just enough for Javi to notice. You feel his presence looming behind you before he’s sinking down his knees. Your breath is caught in your throat when you feel his hands sneak up the apex of your thighs, prying them apart. “Javi, what are you—” you stumble over your words, gripping the counter tightly when he flattens his tongue against your clothed pussy, tasting you through the thin fabric. “Don’t mind me, cariño. Keep on whisking.”

You feel him hook his thumb along the side of your panties, revealing your slick cunt to him and then he’s completely devouring you, your knees nearly buckle as his nose bumps into your clit. His tongue is absolutely working you into ruin. “Javi, this really isn’t the time—fuck, baby.”

He’d let out a low chuckle against your core, sending warm vibrations up your spine. “There’s never a time more perfect to eat your sweet pussy cariño.” He tsks.

Pre!Outbreak Joel

↳ @chaotic-mystery

Pre!outbreak Joel would eat your pussy whenever and wherever he wanted your aching cunt in his mouth. It didn’t matter if you were in public, that’s why his truck has back seats. All he’d have to do is give you that look and you knew what was coming. Your minimal clothing choices in the Texas heat would make him start looking for secluded places to pull over. His hand would be at the very top of your thigh and he’d squeeze ever so gently causing your breath to hitch. It was the slight risk of getting caught by someone as he’s going to town on his girl, making her squirm and cry out.

He’d push your legs back so your thighs are slightly pinned against your stomach so he can see your dripping wet pussy in all its glory. As soon as your panties hit the floor of the truck, he’d give you a groan as he gets closer to you and admire how wet you already are for him. “Look at this beautiful fuckin’ pussy baby doll. Who got you like this, hm? Tell me sweet girl.” Just as you’re about to answer, he’d flatten his tongue against your clit and start devouring you. He liked seeing how much he can make you work for it while he’s rotting your brain, taking your breath away with his devilish mouth. “Cmon baby, tell me” he’d moan against you trying to aid a response between your moans.

Your fingers would comb through his hair and tug every time he sucked on your clit and shook his head from side to side, scoring a raspy whimper from you. His hand clutching your pillowy breasts and pinching your nipples, causing you to feel a fiery pit in your stomach.

“Joel please I’m gonna cum- don’t stop, just like that, just like that” your sentence growing to barely a whisper as you were right at the edge of releasing. Joel’s tongue would start flicking against your sensitive bud and that was all it took, your legs wrapped around his head as you rode his face, screaming his name. It didn’t stop there, of course. As you’d ride your high and buck your hips against his wet face, his mouth would still be attached to your clit. You’d start turning side to side, trying to back up but he’d wrap his arms around your thighs and pull you as close as he could, moaning into your juices that made your pussy glisten in the sun spilling through the window.

“Where are you goin, darlin'? I’m not full yet” he’d mutter and go right back to licking up your juices, running his tongue along the slick folds and around your clit. You’d push his head away and cry out, begging for a break but he’d grab your wrists, your legs tightening around his head even more. “One more baby cmon one more fuckin time just for me, pretty baby” your body shaking and breathes becoming faster until they sounded like gasps. The shriek of pleasure you let out as your eyes roll to the back of your head, a tear slipping from your eye as your body falls into complete euphoria. Your legs would fall from his shoulders, body still trembling slightly as he’d hover above you and admire his work that was written all over your face.

Post!Outbreak Joel

↳ @tightjeansjavi

Post!Outbreak Joel eats your pussy like it’s solely based around his own survival. How else is he supposed to feel alive, and human without his mouth devouring your cunt? There is no sweeter sound to his ears than mewls he elicits from your pretty little lips from his sinful mouth devouring you. You almost just got bit by a clicker? Cool, drop your pants girlie, because Joel is going to make you forget all about that near death experience in no time!

He prefers to have you on all fours, ass up with your back arched at almost an uncomfortable angle. Your bare pussy, glistening and pulsing through his heated, greedy gaze. You would only briefly feel his hot breath fanning your core. Joel doesn’t like wasting any time, but he loves to hear you beg him just a little. He’s a bit of a biter, and you’d feel his teeth graze the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, causing you to lurch forward on your knees. He’d growl under his breath, wrapping his arm around your stomach and pull you right back to his face. “You stay right where you are darlin’ you hear me?” His mouth would be on you before you’d even get a chance to respond. He loved knocking the air from your lungs. It would take him no time to have you chasing your impending orgasm. His lips would be harshly wrapped around your clit, sucking intensely on your bundle of nerves. His teeth would graze you, and you’d be seeing stars.

His coarse, wiry beard would be scratching deliciously at your sensitive skin. The only time he would pause his sinful actions would be to spit on your already soaked cunt, he’d drag his tongue through his own salvia mixed with your juices before he would be lapping at you again. As soon as you would start to feel that the sensation was too much, your thighs would be quivering as you’d beg him to show you some mercy. “Joel—please I-I—it’s too much. Baby, I can’t—please..” you whined.

“Yes you can, pretty girl. I ain’t fuckin’ done with you yet.” He harshly whispered against your cunt. His beard and chin would already be coated in your arousal but this was never enough for him.

He’d flip you over onto your back, without warning, and grab your ankles in his calloused palms. He’d yank you down so you were beneath him, before he’d be devouring you once more. Your fingers would be desperately fisting his hair, riding into his face, feeling him everywhere. You’d scream his name, loud enough for the entire QZ to hear just how good this man treated you, and your pussy. Even after you would be fully spent, he’d keep his head buried between your thighs, his tongue would slowly be lapping up your release, before he’d press a chaste kiss to your clit. “Always such a good girl for me darlin’ could eat you for every fuckin’ meal.”

Frankie Fransico Morales

↳ @peterhollandkait

Frankie “pussy eating king” Morales

• Frankie starts slow, teasing you with his mouth and fingers on other parts of your body.

• Everyone thinks Frankie is an ass man, but he really truly loves your tits, never getting enough of them.

• He leaves marks and bruises all over them, sucking on your nipples with any chance he can get.

• When he finally moves down to your core, still teasing you, he breathes against your cunt, pressing kisses to your inner thighs.

• He does this until you’re begging him, whining for his touch, which is when he finally gives in.

• Frankie eats you like a man starved, lapping up your juices fervently. He has an arm holding open your thighs, the other pressing two fingers into your entrance, pumping them in and out.

• Every once in a while, he pulls away to whisper words of encouragement against your skin.

• “You like that baby?”

• “You’re doing so good for me gorgeous, taking my mouth so well”

• When his mouth is back on your folds, you’re mewling for him.

• He doesn’t give you a break between your first and second orgasm, sucking on your clit, making the most obscene noises as your pleasure wracks through you again and again.

• When you’re coming down from your second climax, he lays his head on your inner thigh, giving you a pussy drunk smile.

• He’s obsessed with you, never even thinking to touch himself at any point.

• This is all for you, no matter how hard his cock might be

• He puts his mouth back on you, fucking your third orgasm out of you with his tongue.

• He makes you see stars, your head going blank and body feeling weightless. He knows exactly how to manipulate your body to coax the most powerful orgasms from you.

• He learns your cues easily, knowing that your thighs shake before you squirt all over his face, covering him in your juices

• The way you tug on his hair tightly and arch your back before you come, screaming his name

• The echo of your voice on the walls gives him purpose, not hesitating to dive further into you to get what he wants

• Afterwards he puts every effort into making sure you’re comfortable

• He cleans you up with a warm washcloth, tucking you carefully under the covers before he joins you on the other side.

• He doesn’t care about his own pleasure, his only thoughts are to care for you.

Dieter Bravo

↳ @tightjeansjavi

Dieter Fucking Bravo eats your pussy like he’s the president of the pussy eating fan club. He is always absolutely greedy, ravenous to have his face buried against your sweet cunt. He’d have you for breakfast, lunch, dinner, appetizer, and of course dessert. On the occasions that you’d be spending the weekend with him, (literally every weekend) Dieter’s one, and simple request, is that you’d wear no panties around him. So you’d find yourself in his penthouse, wearing one of his expensive tailored shirts, and no panties. You could be doing the most mundane tasks, such as; doing your laundry. You’d be leaned over the open dryer, glistening pussy on full display for him. Next thing you know, his hands are around your hips and hoisting you up onto the dryer, spreading your legs wide open. He’d have a few greedy licks, before he would turn the dryer on, sending sweet vibrations up your core before his mouth and tongue would be fully devouring you. He’d use his pointer and middle finger to spread your slick folds open so you were on full display. He’d fuck your pussy with his tongue dragging it in and out of you before he’d focus all of his attention on your clit. The obscene slurping sounds he would make would drive you wild, and turn your brain to mush. He’d moan into you, shaking his head back and forth as he laps at you. “Mhmmm. Sweetest fucking pussy baby. All mine. Can eat you for fucking days, my sweet sweet girl. Now I’m gonna need you to cum all over my face like the dirty little girl I know you are.” Between the vibrations of the dryer, and Dieter's tongue showing you no mercy, you do just as he says. Screaming out his name while your hips buck up into his face. Even after you're spent, he continues to lap at you before he’s coaxing as many orgasms out of you as you're willing to give him.

He likes eating your pussy when it’s the most inconvenient possible time ever. Usually when you’re on your laptop, typing away. You’re on a writer's block for the next chapter of your 200k smut fic about Poe Dameron. He’s about to go down on the reader, but you’re lacking inspiration. Just as you're clicking the next key, you feel Dieter’s lips pressing to your ankle, he’s on his stomach and you peek over the top of your screen to see his smug face looking up at you. “How’s that chapter coming along baby?” He speaks against your skin, kissing his way up your calf and thigh. “I’m at writer's block. I can’t fucking find the inspiration for this scene. He’s supposed to go down on the reader and—” you give him a warning look as he inches his face closer to your pussy. He shuts the screen to your laptop and places it on the coffee table. You roll your eyes as he’s already hiking your hip up with your foot firmly planted against the side of the couch. “Mmm. This is that trigger happy X-Wing Pilot, right?” You can feel his hot breath fanning your core as he licks his lips. “Yeah, and I really don’t need you—” your mouth falls open when he attaches his lips to your clit, sucking harshly. “Mmm well I can be your inspiration baby. You just pretend I’m that Poe Dameron fellow.” He hums against you, and you can feel his stupid smirk against your pussy. His tongue is lapping you up, swirling and sucking on your clit like you’re his last meal. He switches from fast licks, to slow filthy ones that have you yanking his hair and demanding more. This smug bastard is spelling his fucking name against your soaked pussy because he is absolutely marking what is his. Dieter Bravo is a whore for eating your pussy, and he isn’t ashamed to admit it.

Jack Whiskey Daniels

↳ @loquaciousferret

Agent Whiskey doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth. He prefers something heavy, smokey, fiery. But when it comes to you… Well, that’s different see, because you are the sweet thing he needs a taste of at the end of every long, hard day.

He’ll return home from work, (having been doing god knows what all day), and he’ll find you perched somewhere in the house, sometimes the sofa, sometimes the bed, sometimes on a barstool at the kitchen island. He would seek you out like a missile locked on a target.

He would kiss you first, licking your strawberry lip balm from your lips. When he made his way down, slowly, sucking gently at your neck, he tasted coconut. When he sank to his knees before you, and nestled his head between your thighs, the taste was still sweet as could be, something indescribable and incomparable, something uniquely you. You giggled as he dived in, trying to indulge further, but the wide brim of his hat obstructed his access to you.

He smirked, quickly removing it and reaching up to place it on your head.

“You take care of that, sugar, and let me take care of you.”

He would eat your pussy until you were having to push him away, legs shaking, overstimulated from having come apart on his tongue numerous times. He would barely give you a reprieve until he wanted to start again, pleading with you softly, “Come on sweet girl, I know you got one more for me.”

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Hello Beautiful 😍

If you are still doing those lovely prompts I was hoping I could make a request for Frankie for the following:

6. “You look so good beneath me.”

11. “Louder. Let me hear you.”

30. “I will never get enough of you.”

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Lost In Love

pairing: frankie morales x f!reader

rating: E (18+ ONLY, piv, frankie talks, multiple o’s, romantic shit)

wc: <500

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You look so good beneath me.

Frankie had your body spread out on the fresh sheets covering your shared bed, the bed you bought together, the bed he built with his skillful hands—those same hands gripping the back of your thighs as he pressed them towards the mattress.

He’d been lost in you for hours, taking his time in building up to this moment, practically making you beg for it.

What had started as a date night in—a movie both of you had been wanting to see since it was released in theaters now long forgotten in the background—turned into one of the most erotic and intimate nights of lovemaking the two of you had ever experienced. You weren’t sure who initiated things first or how it got so fucking desperate, but here beneath the weight of his firm but deliberately slow thrusts, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

He’d already unraveled you three times—once with his fingers, once with his mouth, and once with your vibrator, forcing you to let him give, give, give until you were begging him to take.

“I can never get enough of you,” he rasped into your ear, soft and low, his hips carving his name into yours with every slow thrust in and every pull out.

“Frankie,” you whined, your head rolling against the pillow as you clawed at his back, doing some claiming of your own as he lit you up in flames of pleasure with every press of his cock against your spot.

“Louder,” he demanded, squeezing his hands to clutch your thighs even harder. “Let me hear you. I want to hear how fucking good I make you feel, baby. Only me, huh? I’m the only one that—fuck—that makes you feel this way? You’re the only fucking one that makes me feel this way.”

“Frankie!” you cried, that tingling sweet burn in your belly trickling up your spine and down into your fingertips, forcing you to claw into his back again. He groaned against your temple as he placed a kiss there, his hips stuttering into you.

“Cum.” The command was simple, your body overworked and tired from reaching the cliffs of euphoria three times tonight but complying nonetheless.

Your nails raked down the golden skin of his back as you came, leaving red streaks over the freckles that covered the expanse of his broadness.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, long and drawn out, his cock punching into you three more times before he stilled. You held him tight as he shuddered against you, his face buried in the safe warmth of your neck, his voice an incoherent mumble as he praised you like you were his god.

“I love you,” you whispered against the shell of his ear, kissing it to seal the promise of your affection. Frankie lifted his head to look down at you, a lazy, sated smile taking the place of the focused frown he was wearing just moments ago.

“I love you,” he whispered back. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

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August: Chapter Eight

pairing: frankie morales x ofc (Becca)

chapter rating: E (18+ only, age gap, unprotected piv, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), marijuana consumption, arguments, talks of past substance abuse issues/bad exes, not proofread so i own all my mistakes proudly lmao)

word count: 4.1k

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Sunlight peering in from the sheer curtains of Frankie’s bedroom illuminated Becca’s skin as Frankie laid wide awake beside her in the early morning, silently worshipping her sleeping form as his bedsheet hung low over the small of her back. He resisted the urge to run his fingertips up and down her spine, not wanting to wake her before she’d gotten the rest she deserved.

Smiling to himself, he relished in the realization that this morning marked the first time she’d wake in his bed without fear of being caught or interrupted, the two of them finally at peace after hiding away in secret all week long.

Had it really only been a week of knowing her? It felt so much longer to him—to his heart. The way he felt about her made him almost certain that their souls had to have known each other before in a previous life—it would explain the lingering of those three forbidden words on the tip of his tongue every she looked him in the eye.

Carefully slipping out of bed, Frankie tiptoed his way into the bathroom to relieve himself and brush his teeth before heading to the kitchen to whip up some breakfast, his stomach growling.

As he sipped his coffee and tended to the eggs he was scrambling, he heard the sound of Becca’s feet padding across his kitchen floor, his head turning in time to feel her arms wrap around his waist, her cheek resting against his back.

“You get up so early,” she mumbled, still groggy from sleep.

“I know,” he lamented with a smile, shutting off the heat to the eggs before turning around in her arms to hug her close. “Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“It’s okay, my stomach was growling the minute I smelled your cooking,” she smirked as she looked up at him, his lips still swollen from kissing her all night long.

As though he could read her mind, he held her chin between his index finger and thumb and leaned down to press a chaste but deep kiss onto her lips, relishing in the hum of contentment he pulled from her. Unable to control himself, he walked her backwards until she hit the kitchen island, his hands quickly hoisting her up onto the counter without breaking the kiss. Becca pulled away to gasp, overwhelmed by her need for him. She dipped her thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and shucked them down enough to free his cock, her fist wrapping around and stroking him until he was fully erect, Frankie’s soft moans causing her bare pussy to weep against the countertop.

“Need you,” she begged in a breathy purr, scooting closer to the edge of the counter and spreading her thighs wide to give him space to enter her. Frankie watched with a heavy chest and lust filled eyes as she lined his cock up at her entrance, her eyes locking with his in a silent demand for him to press himself deep into her pussy. Frankie wasted no time, thrusting deep until his cock was fully seated inside of her, the couple gasping simultaneously at the feeling of being connected.

“Fuck,” he swore, his hand gripping her hips as she laid back against the island. His cock twitched as he ran his hands up her bare torso until he was cupping her breasts, unable to stop himself from leaning over and sucking both of her nipples into his mouth. “You’re so fucking sexy like this, baby.”

“Fuck me, Frankie baby,” she encouraged desperately, crossing her ankles behind his back. Frankie whimpered at the command and rested his scratchy cheek against her sternum as he slid his cock almost all the way out before pistoning back inside, setting a slow but brutal pace that had her gripping at the countertop. “Fuck!” she whined, her eyes squeezing shut as the tip of his cock hit something devastating inside of her with each thrust. “You have no idea how good this feels.”

“I think I do,” he grinned against her, placing a kiss to her stomach before standing upright again, his hands gripping her waist hard enough to leave marks as he quickened the pace of his thrusts. His eyes lowered from her face to where they were connected, a groan filling the room as he watched how she coated his cock with her arousal. “Fuck, you’re soaking me bebita.”

“Frankie, I’m so fucking close, please don’t stop!” Frankie licked his thumb and lowered it to her clit, stroking circles over the swollen bud and grinning at the response he pulled from her, her walls squeezing around his cock and her back arching off the counter.

“Cum for me, baby,” he begged, dangerously close to his own peak. “Cum for me and I’ll fill you up.”

“Baby!” she mewled as she came, her entire body tensing as she relished in the almost forbidden euphoria coursing through her every nerve before she relaxed, her eyes opening to watch Frankie reach the same high.

Frankie’s cheeks were flushed, his face covered in sweat as he thrusted deep inside of her three more times before he was spilling into her pussy, his chest heaving and lips singing her praise as his cock twitched until it finished giving her all he had to offer.

When he opened his eyes, he was met with her grin, an exhausted chuckle leaving his lips at the sight of her fucked to contentment.

“What a way to start the morning,” he joked as he slowly pulled himself from her, watching as his cum spilled from her swollen pussy and onto the tile. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Oops,” she looked embarrassed, but he was quick to show her just how much he liked the mess. Lowering a bit, he latched his mouth with her pussy, licking and sucking her clean, her moans only spurring him on. “Okay, okay…too sensitive for another one.”

Frankie pulled away with a proud grin, kissing the inside of her thigh before stepping back and helping her off the counter. Becca stood on shaking thighs, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a filthy tongue kiss.

“Gotta reheat our breakfast. You distracted me,” Frankie spoke against her lips, earning a laugh.

“You seemed to like it well enough.”

“That I did, baby.” He pecked her cheek.

“Gonna go put some clothes on,” she informed as she left him to tend to the now cold eggs.

Breakfast was eaten on the couch, both of them now high off a few bong hits and watching Planet Earth.

“Fucking insane,” Frankie commented as the narrator began introducing a few deep-sea creatures that looked like something straight out a nightmare.

“What kind of animal do you think you’d be?” Becca asked lazily, her head resting on his lap and while she curled up with his comforter tugged to her chin.

“A bird, probably,” he replied, his eyes leaving the screen to look down at her, his fingers combing her hair out of her face before he began scratching at her scalp. “Maybe a crow or some shit.”

“A crow?” she giggled, turning her head a bit so that she could look at him. “Not an eagle or a hawk or something, I don’t know, cool?”

“I’m not that cool,” he shrugged.

“I disagree.” She reached up and scratched at his chin, Frankie leaning into her touch. “I think I’d be a sloth.”

“A sloth?” he repeated with a chuckle.

“Yeah,” she giggled and nodded. “I’m very sloth-y.”

“Right now you are,” he agreed with an adoring smile. “And very cute.”

“I’m really glad to be here with you right now,” she confessed, interrupting the moment with shocking sincerity. Frankie almost found himself tearing up at her words, but managed to keep his emotions at bay.

“I’m really glad you’re here with me,” he croaked. “Feels…natural.”

“Yeah, it does,” she agreed, giving him one last smile before turning back to the screen.

For the entirety of the next hour, Frankie couldn’t bring himself to look at anything besides the woman resting her head on his lap. He watched as she smiled at the TV, watched as she frowned at the tragic cruelty of nature, watched as her eyelids began to grow heavy until she drifted off to sleep. He was content here—that emptiness that had been lingering inside of him for the last few years slowly began to fill the longer she gifted him her presence.

Stroking his finger over her cheek, he pulled her from her slumber just enough to earn a hum of awareness.

“Let’s get you into bed, baby,” he husked, helping her sit up a bit. Becca yawned and tugged his comforter tighter around her shoulders as he walked with her to his bedroom, his arm slung over her shoulder.

“You gonna nap with me?” she asked with a lazy grin as she got cozy. Frankie chuckled and leaned forward, pressing his lips to her cheek.

“Gonna go get some groceries,” he informed, earning a sound of protest.

“I’ll come help,” she offered, though her eyes remained closed. Frankie’s smitten grin only grew wider at the sight of her cuddled up against his pillow like she belonged here. He reckoned she did.

“S’okay, Santi’s picking me up,” he kept his voice soft so that he didn’t disturb her any more than he had to. “You want anything special?”

“Mm-mm,” she shook her head.

“Okay, pretty girl,” he patted her hip and walked over to his closet, quietly grabbing a pair of jeans and a light grey top that was fraying a bit at the hem. As he changed, he continued to marvel at her, wondering what in the world she saw in him that made him worth all of this fuss.

Not knowing how or when, Frankie was determined to give her what she deserved—everything she deserved. Love, safety, comfort…her parents.

Even if he had to spend the rest of his life proving himself to her mother and father, he was going to remedy the crevasse his presence caused between the Herrera family.

“Frankito!” Santi called out as he let himself into Frankie’s place, Frankie laying fully dressed in bed, unwilling to leave her until he absolutely had to. “Jesus! Smells like a dispensary in here.”

At the sound of his friend’s obnoxiously loud voice, he jumped up, quietly hurrying out of the bedroom to shush him with a finger held up to his lips.

“Bex is sleeping,” Frankie informed in a whisper, earning a chuckle in response.

“She already exhausted?” Santi teased with a grin. Frankie rolled his eyes and grabbed his keys and wallet from the coffee table, stuffing them in his pocket before guiding his friend out of the house by the shoulder. “Can’t believe you let her talk you into smoking pot at your age. You trying to lose your license again?”

“My company doesn’t test for weed,” Frankie enlightened as they walked down the pathway to Santi’s car parked by the curb. “And she didn’t talk me into anything. I wanted to.”

“Right,” Santi gave him a disbelieving look as he climbed into the driver’s seat, Frankie already buckled in in the passenger. “Oh, Benny wanted me to remind you about his fight on Friday. You’re still coming, right?”

“Shit,” he ran his hands over his face, completely forgetting about his friend’s boxing match. “No, I picked up a flight to New York. Bex is coming along, we’re making a weekend out of it.”

Santi only chuckled and shook his head in response.

“What?” Frankie snapped, already feeling guilty about missing the match without Santiago’s trademark disappointment.

“You do this, man,” he chided, still shaking his head. Frankie gestured for him to elaborate, unsure of what he was letting on to. “You meet a girl and you dice head fucking first into it. It’s been, what? A week? Now you’re missing shit—“

“I have a flight on Friday. I would miss it regardless of whether or not I took Becca, I don’t get what the issue is.”

“The issue is that this is your fucking M.O.,” Santi replied, turning to glance at Frankie who’s brows were laced together with offense. “I just don’t want history to keep repeating itself. You jump into these things and forget about us, shit goes south, and then we’re left to save you from the fucking dark pit you put yourself into.”

“Turn around,” Frankie demanded, his jaw ticking as he turned to look out of the window. “Take me home.”

“C’mon, man,” Santi sighed but obeyed the command. “I’m just being real with you. Sometimes you need to hear the truth—“

“Fuck you, Pope,” Frankie spat, turning back to him. “You don’t know shit about Becca.”

“And you do?” he chuckled. “In the one week that you’ve known her you’ve managed to learn everything about her?”

“I know more than you,” he retorted as Santi pulled up in front of Frankie’s house.

“Looking forward to hearing from you next week when this all goes to shit!” Santi called out as Frankie swung the car door open and stomped his way back into the house.

Unable to cool himself down enough in time to remember to be quiet, Frankie slammed the front door shut, wincing at the sound of it.

“Frankie?” Becca called from the bedroom, her groggy voice pulling a sigh of relief from his chest. It felt almost fantastical how easily she brought him back to earth with just a call of his name.

He stepped down the hall and into his bedroom, finding her sitting up in bed, rubbing her eyes. Without speaking, he crawled onto the mattress and gently tackled her back down, his body resting on top of hers over the blanket. She chuckled and slid his hat off, combing her fingers through his hair as he rested his cheek against her chest.

“Everything okay?” she asked as soft as a feather. Frankie shook his head and squeezed her tighter. “What happened?”

“Pope…he said some shit,” he mumbled against her. “Don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Okay,” she nodded and trailed her fingers down to his shoulders and back, lightly scratching up and down his muscles over the thin cotton of his t-shirt.

“Didn’t get any groceries,” he husked, sounding like he was nearly in a trance from her touch. “You wanna come with me?”

“Yeah,” she smiled at the thought of running errands with him, perfectly content to spend the rest of her life just like she spent it today. “Let me get pretty first.”

“You’re already pretty,” he lifted his chin and rested it on her sternum, pleased by the grin he was met with. “So beautiful.”

“Then I’ll go just like this,” she resigned with a smitten look. Frankie nodded in approval and crawled up the few more inches need to plant a kiss on her lips, her hand resting on his jaw to scratch at his beard.

“Mm,” he hummed, pulling back enough to look her in her eyes. “Gotta stop kissing you otherwise we’ll never make it out of the house.”

“Don’t give me any ideas,” she purred, earning a chuckle and a shake of his head, Frankie mustering the strength to climb off of the bed. He held his hand out for her to take and watched as she stood up, still in just a tiny white tank top and a pair of cotton white briefs. He was sure that his eyes had never been blessed with such a pretty sight, none of his past loves coming close to Becca. As she tugged on some sweatpants and stole a hoodie from his closet, Frankie felt something stir in his bones again—love. “What are you looking at me like that for? Is my hair a mess?”

Frankie shook his head and walked to her, sliding his hands over her hips until he was hugging her close to his frame.

“Just can’t believe you’re real,” he confessed, earning an eye roll and pat to his chest. “We really gotta work on your ability to believe my compliments.”

“Just not used to being complimented,” she assured, reaching up to hold his face. “For what it’s worth, I can’t believe you’re real, either.”

“Maybe we’re both hallucinating,” he suggested.

“I hope it never ends, then.”

“I think this is the most produce I’ve ever had in a shopping cart in my life,” Frankie commented as he and Becca strolled through the aisles of a Stater Bros, their pace lazy, as though they had all the time in the world.

“We’ll balance it out with snacks, I promise.” She hooked her arm with his as they wandered into the candy aisle, the feeling of her head resting on his shoulder filling his stomach with butterflies he thought had died long ago.

“What’s your go to—“ Frankie was cut off by the sight of his ex turning her shopping cart into the other end of the aisle, their eyes locking. “Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” Becca asked, letting go of his arm to turn to him, her brows laced in concern.

“Frankie,” a bright voice greeted, earning Becca’s attention. “Long time no see.”

“Lupita,” he acknowledged her with less enthusiasm.

“And who do we have here?” Lupita nudged her chin towards Becca, though her eyes remained locked on Frankie’s. Becca held in her scoff, unsure as to why the woman couldn’t have asked just her instead.

“This is Becca,” Frankie looked to his side and gave Becca apologetic eyes. “Bex, this is Lupita, my ex-girlfriend.”

“Ex-fiancé,” she corrected smugly, her eyes finally leaving Frankie’s to give Becca the most patronizing look she’d ever received. “You must be the new girlfriend. You’re awfully young.”

Becca didn’t say anything, not wanting to feed into this strange competition she was trying to start over Frankie—after all, judging by the disdain in Frankie’s eyes, Lupita didn’t seem to have a chance.

“Well, it was nice seeing you,” Frankie started past his ex, Becca following closely behind.

“Good luck with him,” Lupita chided as Becca walked past. “God knows you’ll need it.”

As they made their way into a new aisle, one that neither of them needed anything from, Frankie let out a sigh and stopped the cart, turning to watch as Becca mindlessly perused the shelf of beans in front of her rather than saying anything.

“Hey,” he called her attention and she finally graced him with a blank stare, hiding away all emotion. “I’m sorry about that. She’s…a cunt.”

“It’s whatever,” Becca shrugged, no malice in her tone but Frankie couldn’t help but suspect something had gotten to her.

“Bex,” he tilted his head and gave her a half frown. “Talk to me, remember.”

“It’s fine,” she assured, this time a bit more shortly than before. “Just didn’t know you were engaged.”

“I wasn’t trying to hide it away,” he defended.

“Yeah, like I said, it’s fine. We’ve all got shit we hide away.” Frankie furrowed his brows at her as she continued down the aisle, her arms crossed over her chest. With a sigh, he followed her, fighting the urge to tell her to stop walking so that they could finish talking, not wanting to cause a scene in the middle of a grocery store.

After splitting the transaction—Becca’s insistence prevailing over Frankie’s chivalry—the couple silently made their way back to Frankie’s car, loading the groceries into the trunk before climbing into the front together.

“Do you want to know what happened?” Frankie finally spoke as he pulled out of the parking spot.

“If you want to tell me,” she replied, turning her head to watch him as he drove. She hated that she always went inside whenever she got upset or anxious—it wasn’t fair or healthy for either of them—and though it didn’t seem like much, her responding at all was a major step forward in fixing the issue. Frankie soft, almost unnoticeable curl of his lips told her he noticed an appreciated the gesture.

“We broke up a few years ago,” he started, reaching one hand over the console between them to rest on her thigh. “Only dated for a year, but I used to be…different. I was a completely different person with her—with all my exes.”

Becca couldn’t help but feel like this conversation was tied to Frankie’s argument with Santi, the insecurity in his beautifully brown eyes a new and heartbreaking sight. She hoped he knew he didn’t have to defend himself to her. She already had a pretty good idea of who he was in his core—gentle, generous, observant, compassionate…lovable beyond belief—and it wasn’t something he ever needed to be ashamed of.

“I…used to struggle with…addiction,” he spoke as if he were stepping on thin ice with each word, as though if he took one unplanned step he’d never recover. Becca hoped her hand intertwining with his would shoo a bit of that concern away. “She was bad for it—bad for me, really. Met her at one of Benny’s parties, doing a line in the bathroom. She always had her shit under control. She could do coke everyday and never let it consume her, but me? That shit…it’s still an everyday thing for me just to stay clean.”

“Baby,” she cooed, letting go of his hands to scratch gentle at the baby hairs on the back of his neck. “If I would’ve known, I wouldn’t have brought my weed—“

“No, no,” he assured, plucking her hand from his neck to kiss the back of it. “It’s just coke.”

“Either way, I don’t want to even risk possibly leading you down a path that might make you relapse.” Frankie smiled a bit at her thoughtfulness. “Tell me more about it, if you’re comfortable.”

“I’ve struggled with it the last five years of my life. It started with my ex-ex-ex-girlfriend, Chelsea,” their hands remained clasped on the console as he turned into the parking lot of a Starbucks, Frankie quickly putting the car in park before shifting a bit in his seat to look at her head-on. “She was a huge party girl, and the first ‘pretty’ girl that had ever been into me before, so I was down to do whatever she me to—one of those things was coke. And before that, I’d only ever really gone through my stoner phase in college, but at this point I was like mid-thirties, just focused on my career and shit after getting out of Special Ops. I just had no fucking idea what that shit was going to do to me, and by the time I realized it, it was way too late.”

“Your fight with Santi earlier,” she started, Frankie nodding in acknowledgement. “I’m assuming he implied that I’m another one of these girls? Out to ruin your life.”

“He just…yeah, I guess,” Frankie sighed, noticing the hurt on Becca’s face at the thought of his best friend thinking ill of her. “I don’t think it’s anything personal, bebita, he just…he’s been the one that’s had to save me every single time shit goes sour for the last twenty years. He just doesn’t want me to get back to that dark place again, but he doesn’t realize that you…you’re not like them. You don’t push me into shit, you don’t walk all over me, you don’t—“ Frankie smiled and reached over to pinch her chin. “You’re the first woman to treat me like…a fucking person. All my exes took from me, but you…you give.”

“I don’t feel like I do, I just feel like I’m taking,” she confessed, frowning a bit. Frankie shook his head and splayed his hand out as he rested it gently on her face, keeping her eyes on him. “You’ve got your life together, you know? And I’m lost. Aside from you…I have no idea what I want out of life. What on earth could I possibly be giving you?”

“No, Bex,” he shook his head and leaned over the console to kiss her deep enough to shoo her insecurities away. “You don’t have any fucking clue just how much you being here right beside me gives me. You give me safety, comfort…you give me sympathy, you give me trust, you give me these sickly fucking butterflies,” they chuckled together. “You give me you, and that’s all I could ever ask for.”

“You’re a dream,” she chuckled and pinched his chin. “Just promise me if I start over stay my welcome, you’ll tell me. I don’t want—“

“Becca, I promise I’ll tell you if I ever need space, but,” he laughed and sat back in his seat. “I can’t see myself wanting you to go away.”

“I don’t see myself wanting you to go away, either,” she smiled, content and resolved. “Okay, come on, time for caffeine.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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flyinghighj · 2 years ago

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As Long As I Want

so yeah i may have not posted a fic in two months and WHATABOUTIT no i'm kidding i'm really sorry for the little hiatus!! my pedro pascal obsession circa 2021 has relapsed and i'm terribly sorry lol so yeah pls enjoy this short little fic that is only about sucking frankie's dick

Tags: Frankie "Catfish" Morales x Reader, fem!reader, oral (m!recieving), size kink, deep throating, this is so nasty lol (w/c: 1.5K)

Francisco Morales is a pretty unassuming man. He’s tall and lumbering, but his patchy beard and ever-present baseball cap allow him to sink into the background of most things, which is exactly where he likes to be. He isn’t a standout, he knows that, and he’s plenty content with it. As long as you love him, he’s just fine.

And you do, god, you love him. You try to tell him constantly, try to express how fucking hot you find him, even if he shrugs you off with a shy chuckle and a blush on his scruffy cheeks. With his pretty dark eyes and soft hair, how he towers over you and how his broad chest presses against your back when he hugs you from behind, and when he fucks you from behind. Frankie is, by far, the sexiest man you’ve ever seen, and somehow, he’s yours.

And, as unassuming as he is, Frankie also has the fattest, biggest cock you’ve ever seen.

He hides it behind baggy jeans and boxers, but you pride yourself on being very, very familiar with it. It took the first six months of your relationship to take it all the way into your cunt, the thickness of it stretching you till you thought you were bound to break, the length of it bullying so deep you thought you would feel it in your fucking throat. Even now, four years later, you still need to be prepared thoroughly before taking Frankie, a process that he takes great joy in.

Frankie will spend hours between your thighs, sucking at your clit and fucking you open on his calloused fingers until you’re sobbing and shaking. He loves to pull your thighs apart when you try to close them, keeping you wide open and dripping for him. You beg for him to fuck you, that you’re ready, but Frankie also loves to ignore you, content to keep lapping at your twitching cunt, murmuring a, “quiet, princesa, I’m working.” You want to strangle him.

You also love him so much that it hurts sometimes.

He’s perfect, everything is perfect, except for the fact that, although he’ll spend an entire night eating your pussy like a man starved, he won’t let you return the favor. You can count the amount of times in four years that Francisco Morales has let you suck his cock on one hand, and you wouldn’t even use all of your fingers. Whenever you’re between his legs, working him between your lips, inch by thick inch, he always wrenches you off him with a grip in your hair, before he bends you over and fucks you until your pussy is gaping and your brain is mush.

But you know you’ve got him this time. His hands are bound with a silky scarf around the head board, the pinkness of his blush spreading down to his chest as he watches you with heavy eyes.

“Princesa, please, just- you can sit on my face, yeah? And do what you want to me, but baby, I just gotta...I gotta make you feel good, please?” he grunts with that deep voice of his, raspy and needy.

You kiss him softly as a reply, brushing a hand through his soft curls. “Frankie,” you whisper. “I want to suck your cock today. I told you that, baby, didn’t I?” Frankie nods tentatively. You grin at the way his lips part, big eyes watching you like you’ve hung the moon and stars, just for him. “Then you’re going to shut up and let me suck you as long as I want, you got that?”

Frankie nods again, and nearly whines when you pull away from his face, brushing your lips down, down. You lick over the softness of his stomach, around where his cock, throbbing and red and dripping, lays against it. You avoid sucking the sticky tip into your mouth right away, instead moving lower to bite at his quivering thighs. You can hear Frankie’s breaths growing louder, desperate for your touch.

“Please, mi vida,” he whimpers, hips bucking up ever so slightly. His cheeks burn at the sound of his own desperation, but when you smile at him, almost shyly, at his words, it almost becomes worth it.

“Okay, Frankie,” you whisper, and he gasps when you move back up his body, ever so slightly, to lick hungrily over the length of his cock, moaning at the taste.

He groans deep in his throat at the feeling of your hot tongue trailing over the veins and crevices of him, memorizing every thick, throbbing inch. You make your way up until you reach the tip, and, with one final glance at Frankie, his pupils blown wide as he meets your gaze, you close your plush lips around the tip.

Frankie’s back arches, just a bit, off the bed when you suck hard on the tip of his cock, tongue dipping into the slit as you swallow everything he has to give. “Ah- oh God, oh God, por favor, baby,” he whines, not even knowing what he’s begging for from you.

But you know, you always know.

You can’t exactly smile around Frankie’s cock, not with your mouth stretched as wide as it is around the girth of him, but it’s a near thing. You slide down the length of him, tongue running along every new inch you let into your pretty mouth, watching as Frankie’s eyes roll into the back of his head, soft stomach heaving with every labored breath.

You brace yourself with your nails digging into his thighs as you push down even further, the tip of him finally budging into the back of your throat, and though you try to swallow around it, you can’t help but gag a little.

Frankie’s eyes snap open at the feeling and sound, his body going suddenly still. “Baby, do you need to stop? Fuck, you can stop if it’s too much, we can just-” You shake your head gently, not daring to slide him out of your mouth just yet. “Okay, okay, mi vida,” he breathes. “Just, please, I don’t want to hurt you.”

You could never, you want to say, but your mouth is far too preoccupied. Instead, you push just a little further, shoving him just another inch into your drooling mouth.

Frankie never lets you do this, never lets you have your fill, and you’re drunk off the taste of him, eyes rolling into the back of your head at the tip lodges in the back of your throat. And even as it does, even as his fat cockhead makes you choke, you keep sinking down.

He slides deep into the length of your throat, forcing you to breathe through your nose. Your eyes are watering at the stretch of him, your nails digging little indents into his hairy thighs. You fucking love it.

Frankie loves it too, evidently. With every inch, he whines, crying your name in stuttered gasps. You just keep moving, bobbing your head up and down just slightly to get more and more of him in, until you finally, finally, reach the thick base of his cock, the wiry hairs tickling your nose.

“Oh God, fuck princesa, you’re so perfect. Shit, your mouth is so good, you- you’re so good to me, baby, oh fuck, no one’s ever gotten this far, I-I-” he gasps, head thrown back and eyes clenched shut.

Oh. Your head feels like it’s underwater, delirious with the fact that you’re the only one to ever do this for Frankie. The only one that can do this for him.

You gaze up at him, entranced by his sweat-slicked, heaving body, pretty and needy. He blinks his eyes open, looking down at you when you stop moving, utterly still with his cock buried deep inside your throat. You, all pretty with your cheeks flushed and eyes watery, lips stretched wide and sticky and utterly obscene. You gaze back, your stare unrelenting, and suddenly swallow hard around the entire length of him.

Frankie nearly screams at the feeling, completely unreal and new. “Ah- ah!”

And you just keep doing it, bobbing slightly while you milk him with your hot, wet throat. Overwhelmed tears are leaking down Frankie’s face, his hips hitching up just barely to meet the minute movements of your head.

“I- Princesa, I’m gonna- I can’t hold it, ‘m sorry, can’t- it’s so good, too good mi vida, I-”

Frankie tries to pull his hips back, but you hold yourself onto him, keeping him buried within you as he spills hot, sticky cum down your throat.

You keep sucking him, milking him as the last dregs of his orgasm die away, before finally pulling yourself off him.

“Good?” you whisper, you voice sounding raspy and fucking used.

Frankie’s eyes widen in shock. “Good? Holy fucking shit, baby,” he mutters, head thrown back to look up at the ceiling, as if to ask God is she being fucking serious right now?

“You untie me, right fucking now, princesa. I’ll show you how ‘good’ that was. Until you pass the fuck out.”

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