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A love worth fighting for

Here’s the first chapter of my new story! I’d love to hear your thoughts—reblogs and comments are appreciated. 🌟

Frankie Morales x Fem!Spanish!reader

CHAPTER 1 - HOW IT STARTED

Exhaustion weighs heavily on you as you stare into the void. Your eyelids droop, but you fight to stay awake—and eventually, you win the battle.

It’s been a long day at the museum. Guiding visitors through the wonders of Ancient Egypt would be more enjoyable if you didn’t have to endure their blunt criticisms about history. “I’m a tour guide, not a professor,” you remind yourself for the hundredth time.

Two months into your job at the British Museum, you’ve already settled into your role. The work is steady, your colleagues are kind, and despite your Spanish roots, they treat you like one of their own.

Still, tonight, exhaustion clings to you like a heavy coat. You glance around your small London flat, hoping to find something—anything—that will help you shake off the day. Your gaze lands on your gym bag, with the familiar sight of your kickboxing gloves peeking out. An idea sparks: maybe a workout is what you need to release the tension.

Determined, you sit at your desk, open your laptop, and begin searching for kickboxing gyms nearby. After a long scroll through reviews and a few phone calls, you find one in central London that seems perfect.

You dial the number. On the other end, a friendly voice answers in that unmistakable British accent. After a short conversation, the owner convinces you to drop by on Wednesday afternoon.

“Perfect,” you think, a small smile creeping onto your face.

Moongate Gym is unusually quiet tonight. Tuesdays aren’t exactly the most popular day for training, and the last few members are wrapping up in the changing room. Laughter echoes faintly as four friends finish getting dressed.

Benny, already ready to leave, leans against the wall, scrolling through his phone while recounting the details of his latest Tinder date. Frankie listens, tying his shoes and shaking his head in amusement. Will, Benny’s older brother, zips up his jacket, muttering something sarcastic about Benny’s dating streak. Santi is the last to finish, rushing to lace up his trainers.

As they prepare to leave, their coach, Marcus, catches them at the door. His face looks a little more tired than usual, and there’s a note of desperation in his voice.

“Benny,” Marcus starts, “I need a favor. I’ll be late again tomorrow, so I need you to handle the kids’ class for me, mate.”

“Don’t worry, Sensei. I’ve got it,” Benny replies, flashing his usual easy-going grin.

Marcus breathes a quick sigh of relief but hesitates before adding, “There’s one more thing… I’ve got a new girl coming in tomorrow to try out. I need someone to show her the ropes. I’ll be busy training Charlie and Fred for the competition.” He scratches the back of his neck nervously.

The four friends exchange looks before Will speaks up. “Marcus, this is the fourth time you’ve asked us to do this.”

“I know, I know,” Marcus says, clearly frustrated. “But I’m stretched too thin right now. I can’t afford to hire another coach.”

Frankie, noticing the tension in Marcus’s tone, steps forward. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll train her tomorrow.”

Marcus’s shoulders relax, and he smiles. “Thanks, Frankie. You’re the best. I owe you one.”

As the group leaves the gym, Will mutters under his breath, “I’m tired of Marcus and his fucking favors. We’re doing all this for free.”

Benny shrugs. “He’s doing his best. Besides, maybe all these favors will pay off, and he’ll make us assistant coaches.”

The others stare at him in disbelief.

“Benny,” Santi says, shaking his head, “we’ve been covering for him for months. Don’t hold your breath.”

Turning to Frankie, Santi adds, “And you, pendejo. Why’d you volunteer? You’re just as overworked as the rest of us.”

Frankie smirks. “Because I’d rather do it than let Tony anywhere near her. You all remember what happened the last time Marcus let him train a new girl, right?”

The group groans in unison, cursing Tony’s name. The memory of his creepy behavior—stealing a girl’s bandages just to sniff them—still makes their skin crawl.

“Well said, Fish,” Santi replies, patting Frankie on the back. “See you tomorrow.”

The group splits up to head home, but just as Will reaches his car, his phone rings. He glances at the screen and shouts, “Benny! It’s Mum!”

“Shit—wait for me!” Benny calls, rushing over to answer the call with his brother.

Watching them go, Santi shakes his head with a chuckle. “Those two idiots. At least they still talk to their family.”

Frankie stays quiet, his thoughts drifting to his own family and the life he’s left behind.

Frankie leans against his car, letting the cold London air wash over him. His thoughts wander, as they often do at night.

Born in Santiago, Chile, he’d spent most of his childhood surrounded by family, music, and the vibrant culture of his homeland. But life had other plans. His family moved to Texas when he was just a boy, and English soon became his second language.

Years later, the military became his refuge—and his nightmare. It’s where he met his best friends: Santi and the Miller brothers. Together, they’ve seen the best and worst of each other. After leaving the armed forces, the four of them decided to start fresh in London.

Frankie would describe his life as stable: a mechanic by day, a kickboxer by night, and someone always searching for something—or someone.

As a kid, his mother used to tell him fairy tales about princes and princesses finding their happily ever after. Somewhere deep down, he still believes in that. Despite all the heartbreak, the betrayals, and the loneliness, Frankie hasn’t given up hope.

But tonight, his mind feels heavier than usual. He thinks about Gwen, the ex-fiancée who introduced him to cocaine and shattered his dreams of becoming a flight instructor. He shakes his head, trying to banish the memories.

His dreams keep him alive: the thought of someday flying again, of dancing in a kitchen with someone who makes him laugh until his stomach hurts, of finding the love that’s meant for him. But deep down, he wonders: does he even deserve it?

Sighing, Frankie gets into his car and drives home. Maybe tomorrow will bring something new—something worth hoping for.

What will happen when Frankie meets the new kickboxing recruit? Stay tuned for Chapter 2!

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Massaging your thighs to help you relax while eating you out and moaning on your clit.

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Yep 👍🏼

Aftercare? You mean like marrying her and giving her the world? Showing her that true love exists?

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the woman in my earbuds: Battery Low

me: so you're just going to leave me. just like everyone else

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“are u ok” i crave the touch of a fictional character whose hand I’ll never hold

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Pedro Boys & Sex Sounds

Clearly, I have thought about this waaaay too much. Thoughts. Thots? Head canons… I dunno what this is. Lack of an actual life? 🤔 Quite possibly.

But I hope you get a giggle out of it nonetheless. 🖤

☝🏻I'll mention that this is probably NSFW... it's kinda tame-ish, but just incase.

Joel Miller - Grunter.

Joel is a rabid grunter. Oh yeah. Grunts, snarls, snorts, you name it. But he's not infected. You're safe. Just sounds likes he is when they roll and rumble out of him. Right in your ear so he makes sure you can hear what you do to him, darlin'. Joel's also a bit of a goer. He can last pretty good. But due to his advancing years, he can soften quickly, but he stays harder for longer if you're on top grinding onto your big guy. Then he gets to look up at you and those grunts, man. They just snuffle endlessly out of his nose and into your face as you lean forward to kiss him. Overuses the word 'fuck' when he comes. Fuck yeah... Fuck baby... Fuck. Fuck... So fuckin' good... Fuck, you're killin' me, darlin'... Fuck! Fuck darlin'... FUCK! And so on. Absolutely no clicking involved. Unless it's from turning the vibrator on.

Frankie Morales - Stammerer. 

Frankie moans a lot. Makes all manner of ungodly noises when he sucks his fingers clean, licks his lips, nips on your neck… Hums in abject satisfaction at a job so well done. Grizzly, hungry moans roll up from the back of his throat. Frankie likes to be close up in your face watching as he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you. Frankie's a hella attentive lover (hail the pussy eating king 👑) that he wants to know what feels good for you. Wants to learn your body controls and dials, and all those things that make you propel for him as he makes you fly. That feel good, hermosa? You like that? Yeah, look at you taking my cock like that… Fuck, I can't get enough of this pussy. Frankie can be a bit of a talker during sex, but is nowhere near as annoying as Ezra. When Frankie comes, he stammers in both clumsy English and Spanish inflections as he forgets what dimension he's in for a second or two. May need to be flown out. Standby, pilot.

Ezra - Rambler.

Ezra won't shut the fuck up. Even when doing the nasty. We all know that Ezra likes to talk and he'd be as equally vocal in the sack. He wants to tell you what he's going to do to you in sordid detail. Then will tell what he's doing to you, as he's uh, doing it to you in sordid detail. You get a full blow by blow - if you'll forgive the pun - of your fuck session. With subtitles. He can be soft too, this man is multi-faceted like Aurelac gems. When he's gentle, he's like descriptive poetry; sweet and candescent and all about your pleasure. He's a connoisseur for filthy, dirty talk. Ezra says all the right, rancid, disgustingly perverted things in your ear between gritted teeth. He's also a growler. He'll grunt too. Lots of swears will flow out of him really fast like garbled gibberish as he comes. Fuckfuckfuckshit!OhKevvashitahfuckohshitohshotohshit! Almost like he can't believe it's happening, bless him. I mean, it's been a while, stranded on The Green...

Marcus Pike - Huffer.

Marcus fogs your eyes up with those breathy huffs like the Little Engine That Could. Marcus is a leg twitcher. A leg tenser. Either way, when he comes his leg tightens or stiffens. Or breaks. Easy there, bud. Marcus tenses right up and does a little shudder. If he's jerking off solo, then that leg rises up a little and bends at the knee. If it's a hard orgasm then his knee might even click with the strain. Those little breathy moans chug and puff from his nose regardless. And you can bet he'll get a cramp in his leg too if he's going at it for a while. Has to switch positions regularly because of it. Not caused by an injury; the guy just gets too fucking excited that parts of his body just lock up. This guy is the maestro of making love. He'll prefer to spend hours fawning over you rather than quick fuck sessions. Because he's so husband like that.

Oberyn Martell - Hummer. 

Exhibitionist Oberyn wants everyone to know that he's taking you to pleasure town. Groans. Whines. Grunts. Even hisses like a viper. Can be a little nasally as he breathes, and when he comes he almost gasps. Eyes roll into the back of his head with the pleasure of it all. Neck cords strain and he may even pull out a croon-like laugh of satisfaction as he watches you come undone as he spills that sumptuous, bastard seed inside you. Screw the Iron Throne, the only throne you need is this man's face. He'll give you that smarmy eyebrow arch as you come down because you both know he just utterly fucked your shit up. And so does everyone else in the brothel. Que the applause.

Javier Peña - Hisser.

We all know what Javier Peña looks like when he fucks (thank you very much Narcos 🥲). Javier bears his teeth when he fucks hard. Growls and grunts. Pants and moans. Small, pitched whines will flow out between his teeth and curled lips as he comes. He's a jolter too. Hips will jolt and twitch into you as he empties. Thighs will jerk. When he's making love and not fucking, and there is a difference, cariño, Javier's breaths are more laboured, controlled. More nasally sounding and deep. You'll hear them in your ear as he kisses and licks around them. He'll utter Spanish obscenities delicately to you in that soft, gravelly tone that haunts your blood. He could be telling you how to parallel park for all you care. Either way, it sounds utterly delicious. Oof.

Marcus Moreno - Panter. 

Marcus is in pretty good shape from fucking up supervillains on the daily, so when he gets his sexy on, he hardly breaks a sweat. 💪🏻But he does pant. Gentle, raspy pants that flutter into your mouth as you swallow them down like powerups. He'll moan around your lips because you feel so good squeezing him like that; he'll barely last much longer as he tightens on your hips to control your pace. The embarrassment of losing a life if he comes too soon isn't worth it. This gentle daddy knows how to rock your world and take you to new heights.

Dave York - Grunter.

Dave can be a talker when he's in the mood to play dirty and has the time. More often than not though it's a quickie in the shower before the girls are up, or late at night when he comes home after moonlighting as a murder daddy under your nose. He'll climb into bed next to you and he can't sleep. So he'll slip inside you and wake you up as he's grunting softly inside your ear and growling gently as you turn to kiss him whilst he plunders deeper. He presses his mouth hard against yours to quell your moans and whines so the girls don't wake up. When he comes, his jaw locks, he grinds on his teeth and growls out between them. His eyes close and he won't open them until he's fully empty. He often falls asleep almost immediately afterwards as he's satiated - and fucking exhausted from living a double life. 

Dieter Bravo - Wheezer.

Dieter likes to know it feels good for you, and also likes to tell you how good you feel around his cock. Most of the time he's high, so sex is a whole ethereal experience. Sometimes he's even present for it. Lots of oh wows and fuck yeahs mutter out of him. He's quite chill, his hips do most of the work but he can tire easily so likes you to take the reins and ride. Partying hard is catching up with Mr Bravo. But he lives for sex of the kinky variety. It's weird and he likes it. But when he comes, his back tenses and he fists the sheets or whatever he can squeeze at the time. Dieter wheezes like he's out of breath, particularly after a hard session. It's all the shit that he smokes on the regular. He'll also hack up a bit afterwards, coughing into the pillow as he tries to catch his breath. Be trained in CPR and adrenaline injections, just in case.

Agent Whiskey - Crooner. 

Another talker. That feel good, darlin'? Let me see you. Eyes on me, sweet thing. Christ, look at you. So fucking gorgeous, darlin'. That's it now, work it. Like that. Aw hell yeah, like that. Ride it, baby! Who can resist that smooth cowboy, huh? Whiskey will always be smirking around those wet, moustached lips as he watches you fall apart and coaxes you through it. He moans softly with lots of yeahs thrown into the mix. He's a true Southern gent; likes to make you feel good. Likes to know he's making you nut. He'll make mince meat outta your insides. Then when he comes, he likes to tell you, naturally. Oh, you got me shakin', baby. I'mma need to calm down for a sec. Fuckin' Christ. 

Din Djarin - Panter.

When Din has his helmet on, you hear his breath whooshing fiercely against the inside of it. The modulator will only increase the gravelness of his breathing and make it louder. Like holding a shell to your ear and you can hear the ocean? Yeah. He crashes over you like thunderous waves. On the rare occasion that Din removes his helmet, he bears his teeth, bites down on his lip (and yours too as he lets it go with a squelchy pop) as he comes hard and whines out in a squally, panting moan that fills the Razor Crest. Luckily, Luke is babysitting The Kid. Sex with Din is like surround sound. You hear every delicious noise he makes. This is the way, mesh'la. 

Pero Tovar - Grunter. 

Pero fucks likes he eats - like he never will again. Fast, clumsy and handsy. A little bit of the animalistic about him. He needs the release, but needs you to release first. His partner always comes first, despite his less-than-gentlemanly ways at times. Grunty, deep breaths bounce up from out of his ribs, almost like he's wheezing. When he comes he growls and mutters incoherently. Words literally fail him as his jaw goes slack and his body flops over onto yours as he pants into your face, and it takes him a moment to remember where he is and that his supper is still waiting for him. Pero is a man that always goes back for seconds. 

Maxwell Lord - Screamer.

Max takes the only position for the guy who is most likely to holler and actually scream louder than you do when he comes. Makes loud, high pitched cries and pants that sound faster and more garbled the closer he gets towards blowing his load. The excitement in him just comes out, he can't help it. He'll pant and clutch at his invisible pearls as though he can't believe the audacity of you riding hard on him. Mouth open, starry eyes and wails rising in tempo. This would-be supervillain has been well and truly subdued. He loves every second of it though. Especially when you lasso him up with rope. 

Comandante Veracruz - Murmurer.

Controlled breaths. Slick smirks. Deep pants. Veracruz is a man in charge that knows what the fuck he is doing to you as he drives deep and ploughs you into the sweaty mattress in his jungle hideout. Favourite position is probably the mating press or from behind. The man likes it deeeeP. He's a smarmy bastard even when he's fucking. Taunting. You want this cock, baby? You want more, hmm? When Veracruz comes he shudders; the veins in his arms and wrists tense. You bet those cords in his neck pop too, pow, pow! Growls, bears his teeth and presses his clammy forehead into yours as he empties. Then softly murmurs into your face that you're his and only his, menancingly. But you love it. It's called Stockholm Syndrome, sweetheart.

Silva - Silent. 

Silva doesn't need to make any noise at all. All that escapes is a small, ragged breath that catches in the back of his throat, that you barely hear, ebb out of him. Doesn't mean he's not enjoying it by not being vocal - this wild gun is absolutely loving it - but more so that he's completely lost in the awe of how good you're making him feel right in that moment. Stunned and drowning in euphoria. Lips part with a silent groan, just the barest husk escapes him as he edges closer to the drop. Then a small grunt as though he's clearing his dry throat, and a soft nasal whoosh is heard when he finally lets go and finds his way back to you. 

Javi G - Giggler. 

Javi G giggles when he comes. Don't try to tell me he doesn't. Sometimes he can't stop and you end up tittering with him. I mean, sex is supposed to be a little funny, right? Even when he jerks off alone, a little giggle slips from his lips; it just feels too fucking good not to smile and chuckle like he's five years old and just discovered his junk for the first time all over again. During the act, sweet Javi G is all up in your grill wanting to know how good it feels, hermosa. Searching into your eyes as he moves and shifts to get deeper inside you. Adjusts how he touches you. Watching for your reactions and giving you more of the things that make you appear like a cross-eyed mutt he wants to pet. Javi G is a feeder - he wants to feed you the utmost pleasure. And then giggle incessently like a little girl when he finishes inside you. 

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Francisco Morales's soft curls. Yes.

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Pedro boys and morning segs

Basically just smut (mdni mum If you see this no you don’t 🤐) (mentions of Somnophilia,with consent,oral (fem receiving) piv,creampie,morning fluffiness:))

Javier Peña

In the rare occasions Javi is actually in bed with you in the morning still he loves nothing more than slowly waking you up with his hands all over your body,on your breasts,down your sides,on your ass,your pussy (with consent) once he has woken you up he will mumble “good morning Querida” before kissing you sloppily and roaming his hands down your thighs while kissing and biting your neck,”I need my morning nutrition” he mumbles and places his head between your thighs,kissing and sucking them until he gets to your heat and placing kitten licks to your clit,it’s not long before he starts licking long strips of your pussy taking it all into his mouth,moaning with how good you taste. After he makes you cum he is back up from your thighs and kissing you aggressively making sure you taste yourself on his tongue,before slowly sliding into you,once he bottoms out he will let out a loud groan,”take me so fucking good cariño,fucking made to take my dick” he thrusts into you carefully making sure not to go to rough this time of morning (however,when he gets home that night prepared to be fucked into the mattress)

He cums inside you with a large growl,”imma feel you up baby,make you grow with my child” he knows you can’t have children together,Columbia being way to dangerous to raise a child in but roleplay doesn’t do anyone harm right?

Frankie morales

On the mornings that you and Frankie are not woken up by your toddler jumping up and down on the bed at 6am because “it’s time to get up” (she insists it’s time to get up because it’s light outside) you make the most of it,Frankie starts by honestly just admiring you,thinking how the fuck he got so lucky to marry someone so beautiful,he runs his fingers up and down your curves and the places he knows you are most insecure about before waking you with sweet kisses.

“Good morning cariño” the sun shines on his golden skin and he couldn’t look more beautiful if he tried “mmm good morning handsome” you sleepily say while caressing his shoulderblades “little monkey is at her abuelas today,how about we make the most of it huh?” Frankie smirks and starts kissing you all over,”that tickles francisco” you playfully squat his ass,Frankie is often  actually playful in bed,and you love it,it shows he trusts you. Your laughs turn into moans as he starts sucking gently on your tits swirling around each Nipple with his skilful tongue before moving down to your waist and thighs and winking at you,he immediately dives in to your pussy,devouring you and grinding his hips into the mattress below,Frankie often cums just from eating you out,he says it’s better than sex,feeling and tasting your juices then making you come under his tongue and fingers. He keeps a steady pace,and places one hand on your boobs to play with your nipples knowing that sends you over the edge “cum for me baby,please I need to taste your cum” Frankie says into your pussy,the vibrations of his gruff voice sending you over the edge. You cum all over his face,and he comes back up with a smirk..the wet patch in his boxers confirming your suspicions that he already came. “Tasted that good huh?” You whisper to him,”always do baby girl,god you make me cum just by looking at me with those eyes” Frankie chuckles and goes to get a warm wash cloth for you both,he insists to clean you up even though he knows you are capable to doing it yourself. “There all done” he whispers and lies down next to you snuggling into your chest (well boobs) “you are so beautiful” he mumbles,”you’re just pussy drunk francisco” you chuckle and play with his hair,you both end up falling asleep again not planning to get out of bed for the whole weekend.

Joel miller (pre outbreak)

Joel is already up and taking Sarah to school and letting you sleep in for a bit,he doesn’t have work today so he stops off at Starbucks and gets you your favourite breakfast sandwich and iced coffee,he comes back home to find you still sleeping so he wakes you up with a kiss to the forehead “hey sleepyhead” he chuckles,”hey! It’s not that late!” You chuckle “Suppose I’ll have to keep these all to myself then” he shows you the breakfast sandwich and coffee” “mmm Joel you know exactly how to spoil me” you half moan half laugh. He laughs and joins you in bed “one condition sugar” he says in that Texas drawl you can resist,”I get to have my breakfast too” you know exactly what he means by that and you smirk “ok old man only because you are so sexy like this” you ruffle his unruly hair kiss him passionately. He tastes like coffee and mint gum and you can’t help but crave for more “who’s the needy one now huh?” Joel teases,”I’d say it’s equal” Joel rolls on top of you running his callused fingers down your body “let’s get this thing out of the way” he pulls down your sleep shirt and takes his shirt off “mmm so sexy like this” he chuckles “all for you Joel”you say breathlessly. “ good girl” Joel takes one of your nipples in his mouth and sucks it until you are squirming under his touch. “Joel,need more” you stutter.

“Tell me what you need hunny” he rests his head on your chest.

“Need you inside baby,please.”

“Absfuckinglutly” Joel tosses his jeans off and kisses you slowly “you ready baby?”

“Yes” you moan softly

Joel pushes himself in slowly while capturing you in a passionate kiss the stretch is absolutely amazing. “Feel so good Joel” you moan. Joel only grunts in response. “Fuck yes,pussy takes me so good baby girl,fuck you were made for me” Joel whispers into your ear.

“Oh Joel…I’m going to cum baby”

“Come for me sweetheart,cum all over my cock”

You come with a shout and joel cums in sync with you with a loud “fuck”

“I love you” you say into his hair as you come down from your highs.

“Love you too sweetie,also you forgot about your breakfast” he laughs. “You taste better anyway.” You chuckle and kiss him softly. You and Joel spend the day in bed together cuddling and…other activities.

Marcus pike

Oh sweet baby Marcus,he loves lazy mornings with you and he actually feels guilty that he always wakes up with a hard-on every morning you are next to him. He will quietly get out of bed to bring you breakfast (pancakes obviously) and gently call your name to wake you up “good morning sweetheart” he says when you finally awake.you look around to see he has brung you both breakfast in bed “Marcus darling you didn’t have to do this” you say while taking the breakfast from the bedside table “but I wanted to,you’ve been working your butt off lately and you deserve it” he kisses you softly before tucking into his pancakes. You and Marcus eat your breakfast in a comfortable silence,you both too tired to function yet “you’ve got some syrup on your cheek” he chuckles,”come here let me” Marcus wipes the syrup of your face…kinda wishing he just licked it off. “You could of just licked it off ya know” you laugh “i wanted too” Marcus whispers and feeds you some more pancakes…making sure he got syrup on your cheeks…this time licking it off sensually… “there” he teases “come here handsome” you motion for him to lie down next to you,he almost immediately wraps you captures you in a passionate kiss “wanted you all fucking morning sweetheart” “oh yeah is that why you made me food…you certainly know the way to my heart mr pike” Marcus chuckles,”maybe that’s half the reason why,I just want to see my beautiful wife happy” he fumbles on top of you and starts kissing your neck and boobs gently sucking on them. “You ok?” He gently says. “More than ok babe,this is heaven.” You run your fingers through his hair,”mmm feels good” he mumbles. “Gotta make you feel good too,he reaches down to your sleep shorts and…rips them off “sorry” he laughs. Your laughs turn into moans as he laps your pussy over and over,”MARCUS” you moan,he is always so good at eating you out,so slow and sensual but he knows every single part of your body like the back of his hand,knows every single sweet spot,knows how to make you cum in mere minutes. “Fuck baby can feel you clenching my fingers,you close” he whispers,”so close baby so close” Marcus fingers you while sucking on your sensitive clit sending you over the edge. “That’s it baby” he coos “I love you so much.” He comes back up to join you in a passionate kiss,”need your cock Marcus” you whisper. “Already?” He teases,”don’t tease me” you chuckle. “Well I’m not gonna say no” he laughs then slowly pushes himself into you,earning a glorious moan from the both of you. Sex is always about intimacy with Marcus,it doesn’t matter what position you are in,Marcus always makes it his number one priority to make you feel on top of the world. His thrusts as slow or as fast as you want. “Need you slow today baby” you say softly “of course darling,tell me if it’s to much ok?” Marcus thrusts in and out of you in slow passionate strokes,taking his time to make love to your body. He kisses every inch of you he can kiss while he mAkes love to you,always has. “Sex is about the women imo” Marcus said the first time you slept together. And he stays true to his words. You always come first. “Shit I’m not gonna last long baby” Marcus moans “it’s ok babe,come for me baby need to feel you fill me up” Marcus also has a Massive praise kink,and likes to be praised. “Fuck fuck fuck” Marcus shoots his load in your pussy,making you cum in the process. “Shit I love you” Marcus collapses onto you,”I love you too marc so much” Marcus prides himself in aftercare,he goes to get a warm cloth for you and even gives you a massage if you asked (although it will probably lead to more sex) you and Marcus end up cuddling up in bed all day watching old movies…although you did return the favour by making him cum with your mouth.

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I love thiiisss omg. I want us too, Frankie 🥹🥹🥹

Third Time’s A Charm (Part 7).

Character(s): Frankie “Catfish” Morales and Reader (female, second person POV)  Summary: Frankie tells you what happened in Colombia and things slowly begin to shift between the both of you. Word Count: 2,747 Author’s Note: Thank you guys for sticking around. I know this update is a little late (especially since I’ve been updating daily for the first 5-6 chapters), but I appreciate you all for being patient with me. Anyways, enjoy! We’re getting to the good parts🥹🫶 Warning: Mentions of killing, violence, death.

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Familiarity Breeds Contempt

Chapter Ten of the Through the Scope series | Chapter Eleven

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4.1K

Chapter Overview: Rochelle and Frankie's relationship finally reaches a boiling point

TW: toxic relationship, mentions of cocaine, depictions of domestic assault/violence

Notes: hey everyone !! this is a heavier chapter,, so it didn't feel right to include a lot of the things i originally intended too. not to worry though because that's what next week is for hehe ((: thank u to @missbabyjay for being a blessing and giving me some inspo for the fight scene !! i updated the tag list so please let me know if i missed you/ you want to be added ! as usual ... my asks are always open and happy reading <3

*no use of y/n & female presenting reader*

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“What’s going on?” Benny looks puzzled as Will holds your scared body with extreme care. He peers past his brother to find only Pope following closely behind. “Where’s Fish?”

“Dealin’ with his past.” Will sighs as he sets you down. 

You quietly wrap your arms around your body and turn to look back at the front door of the gym.

“His past? Could you be any more vague?” He brushes past his brother for you. Benny crouches down and cups your face in his hands while cautiously inspecting you. “What happened out there?”

“I don’t know. I really don't know. One minute everything is fine and then the next minute a car comes barreling towards all four of us and I’m being rushed inside.” 

He looks for his friends for more answers as he rubs your shoulder. When Will stays silent, Pope speaks up. 

“Crazy bitch decided it would be a good idea to show up here.” He offers.

“Rochelle?” Benny stands to his full height. “Rochelle is outside my fuckin’ gym? No way in hell.” He starts heading for the exit with murder in his eyes, but Will plants a steady hand on his chest. 

“Fish is takin’ care of it. Leave it be.”

“Leave it be?! How can you say that after everything she has done to him?” Benny spits.

“For the love of God will someone tell me what’s going on?!” You finally crack.

All three of them look at you with pained expressions. 

“As much as we want to tell you-” Pope starts.

“And we really want to tell you.” Benny quickly adds.

“This is something Catfish has to tell you himself. You deserve to hear it directly from him and not a third party, hermosa.” 

“But-” You begin.

“He will tell you, hon.” Will wraps his arms around you and you allow yourself to accept the comfort you so desperately need amidst the chaos. “You just need to be patient with him. His past, just like the rest of ours, is hard to talk about. I know it’s easier said than done, but trust us.”

You slowly move your own limbs around his torso and take a deep breath of his woodsy cologne. Of course he wears a scent that is reminiscent of trees. They are one in the same if you think about it. Both of them are tall, strong, able to stand firm in any weather, and always constant. Will is your oak tree and you cling on to him until the raging winds start to die down. Unfortunately, just as trees are predictable, the winds never are. Muffled yelling begins to seep through the door accompanied by pounding fists on glass.

***

“Francisco fucking Morales!” She screeches. “We need to talk!”

He starts walking towards her. “Yes, Rochelle. We do.”

“Oh!” She gasps dramatically. “So now you want to talk?! That’s funny because you have been avoiding my calls and texts for the past week! I haven’t heard from you since Saturday night! It wouldn’t have anything to do with that fucking receptionsit, would it?”

He knew this would happen. He knew that she would immediately bring you up.

“Do you know how many times you would disappear on me while we were dating, Rochelle?” He asks calmly. “But now that we aren’t dating and I’m the one not responding, it’s an issue for you?”

He can see it in her eyes that she's taken aback. In every argument that they have ever had in the history of their relationship, Frankie had always rolled over and bared his stomach to her. He never tried to fight back in order to preserve the peace. Clearly she thought that this time would be the same.

“Why haven’t you answered my question?! Does that receptionist have anything to do with you ignoring me?!”

“This is between me and you. Leave her out of this.” He wants to keep you as far away from her hooked claws as he can. He might not have been able to escape them, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let her drag you down.

“So, that’s a yes!” She throws her hands up in the air as if she is celebrating a victory. “I’m also going to correctly assume that she’s the reason why you haven’t given me an answer about getting back together!”

You were the reason. You were without a doubt the reason. In the short time that he has known you and the even shorter time that he has been with you, you have given him things he didn’t think he was worthy of. You gave back all the kindness and care he gifted you tenfold. You listened when he talked, communicated with him about the little things, and above all, even if you didn’t know it yet, were patient with him. He knew he was a broken and shattered piece of glass, but you were like the sea. Your gentle waves came up and kissed his rough edges until they were soft and round. You were nothing like the relentless, careening waters that he knew Rochelle to be. That he thought all relationships to be. You never made him feel like he was in a perpetual state of purgatory waiting to be granted access to the Heaven that was your affection. You gave it to him so willingly and without hesitation.

“No, I’m the reason why you haven’t been given an answer about if we are getting back together. I don’t want to do this anymore,” He motions his hands in between the two of them. “I want something healthy.”

He watches her eyes grow wide at his words. The sheer weight of them slams down on her so hard that he swears he almost sees her knees buckle.

“You ‘want something healthy’?!” She mocks. “I pulled you out of the gutter when I met you!”

“Oh my fucking God.” He whispers. It’s like he’s looking in a mirror eight months ago. “You’re high, aren’t you? You could have killed all of us and yourself driving like that!” Anger starts to bubble below his cool demeanor.

“Don’t change the subject!” She bellows.

“You want to talk about pulling me out of the gutter? Fine! You pulling me out of the gutter caused me to lose my fucking pilots license! The best part was,” He can’t help but laugh dryly. “You didn’t even care! That didn’t even snap you back to reality! You never came to visit me in rehab either!” He takes a deep breath to get centered as he can feel himself getting sucked in. “I’m just as complicit in the drug use as you were. You may have shown it to me, but I continued to buy it. I know this. But, when I needed your support you bailed on me.”

“I gave you a distraction from all of those goddamn nightmares!” She hollers. “If you were too busy being high on coke then you wouldn’t have them!”

“You’re fucking deranged if you think that’s what help is supposed to be!”

“At least when you were with me, you knew I wouldn’t judge you for it!” She quips. “What has she said about your little ‘habit’, Frankie? Did she gasp? Did she move away when you tried to touch her? Did she tell you she needed time to be by herself to think everything over?” 

He stays quiet as he clenches his fists by his side. His nails are biting into the flesh of his palm, but he doesn’t care. Her words vibrate violently around in his head. He hadn’t told you about the coke, not yet at least. It wasn’t something he was comfortable coming right out and saying on a first date. The fear that it would make you look at him differently or even want to leave all together haunted him at night. Keeping it from you was wrong if he wanted to be in a relationship; however, he selfishly wanted to keep the image you had of him inside your head intact and uncorrupted. 

“Well look at that!” She giggles maniacally. “She doesn’t know. You haven’t fessed up, have you?”

“What she and I talk about doesn’t concern you, Rochelle. As a matter-of-fact, nothing I say or do should concern you from here on out.” He conjures images of you and uses them to keep him steady and put the final nail in the coffin. “Since you clearly didn’t understand what my silence meant this past week, I’ll waste my breath on you one last time. I don’t want to be in a relationship with you. I don’t want to associate with you. I don’t want to know you anymore.”

“Frankie, baby. Please-” Rochelle begs. She can feel him slipping out from where she verbally pinned him. The struggle for control was tipping in Frankie’s favor and she didn’t know what to do.

“Don’t pretend like you care now to make up for the fact that you never did the entire time. It’s over for good. I should have ended it officially long ago. I guess in a fucked up way you did help me when we did coke. Whenever I was high I could actually convince myself that I loved you.”

Frankie watches as the woman’s eyes across from him darken. Her lips contort into a sinister smile and she tilts her head to one side. It made his blood run cold at how quickly she could switch emotions.

“She’ll leave you, you know?” Her voice is thick with false sweetness. “If she doesn’t leave you when she finds out about the drugs, she will leave when she learns about the little ‘vacation’ you took.” 

He feels like he just got the air knocked out of him.

“Once she finds out that it’s all an illusion, you and all your friends, she’ll run for the hills. At the end of the day, you’re still the man who shot first.” 

There it is. There is her winning blow. There is that conniving woman he always knew she could be. She had a gift for knowing exactly what to say to destroy a person from the inside out. Every time she did it, that signature smile was always present. It seemed to grow wider each time she twisted her verbal blade into his stomach. Up until this point, Frankie had managed to remain relatively controlled. He knew she was sick, but he never dreamed she would bring up what happened in South America. He told her, in confidence, a little about what happened because he desperately needed to. He went to places he never imagined due to the guilt he felt about Tom’s death. Figuring that talking about it would lessen the pain, he opened up to her. Unfortunately, that only worked when the person he was talking to was actually listening. 

“Leave, Rochelle.” His voice waning under the strain of his plethora of emotions. “We’re done here.”

“I’m not done! I have something to tell that lovely woman hiding inside the gym!” She makes a mad dash to the gym entrance. When she frantically pulls on the handle and finds it locked, she resorts to yelling and slamming her hands against the glass. “Come out! Come out!” 

Frankie has caught up to her by this time and is trying to move her away. As angry as he was, he would never resort to being physical with her. 

“Rochelle, for the love of God get the fuck away! This isn’t going to fix anything!”

“Does it look like I care?!” She screams, turning her body to face him. “I don’t get dumped! That’s not how this works! I’m in control!” 

She starts to bring her fists down on Frankie now. He blocks her blows with his forearms and prays that the guys have kept you far enough away to where none of this madness reaches your ears. 

Loud sirens slice through Rochelle’s incomprehensible rambling. He looks past her flailing body and sees red and blue lights begin to paint the buildings on the street. As they get closer, its noise registers in her ears too. 

“You called the cops?! You called the fucking cops on me?!” She brings her balled up hands down harder and faster on Frankie’s makeshift shield. “Asshole! Asshole! You’re such an asshole!”

A police cruiser pulls into the parking lot and comes to a quick stop in front of the gym. Two officers immediately jump out of the car and rush over. Within minutes they have Rochelle pinned up against the wall of the gym and are attaching handcuffs to her writhing wrists. She keeps yelling things like ‘this is a misunderstanding’ and ‘we were just having a passionate argument’. Frankie watches as the cops have to force her into the back seat because she keeps trying to climb out. She looks like a rabid animal being caged.

“Goodbye, Rochelle.” He doesn’t know if this is the last time he will see her, but for now he knows he can sleep without having to keep one eye open.

Once they finally have her secured, one officer climbs into the passenger seat and the one makes his way over to Frankie. 

“Evenin’, sir. What can you tell me about the young lady?”

He has no idea how the cops arrived and no energy to speak with them. Frankie just wants the comfort of you.

“Uhh her name is Rochelle and I’m pretty sure she’s high right now. I really don’t have any other relevant information to give you. She just showed up here out of the blue.”

“Well, we were already goin’ to charge her with assault when we arrived on the scene, but I’ll have her drug tested when we get back to the station.” The man looks into the gym. “They know anythin’ about it?” 

Frankie turns and sees Benny leading Will, Pope, and you to the front. Benny unlocks the front door and you slip under his arm and scurry to Frankie’s side. He swaddles you in his arms as he buries his head in the curve of your neck. He doesn’t know which one of y’all is shaking harder at this point. 

“I’m Benjamin Miller, the owner of this gym. Maybe I could help answer some questions? My friends here were also outside when she sped through the parking lot earlier.”

Frankie looks up at his friend and nods in his direction. An unspoken ‘thank you’ for getting the attention off of him.

“Let’s get away from all this craziness, estrella. Walk with me.”

You feel him pull away from you, but reach down to take your hand. He holds it tightly as he guides you away from all the commotion. You follow him as he walks around the back side of Brass Knuckles until the sights and sounds of the evening fade away. Then it's only him and you leaning against the brick wall. There are so many questions buzzing around inside you, but no words come. You observe him take a small pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket. He thumbs one out and places it delicately between his lips. Then he looks over at you with tired eyes and offers you the pack. You shimmy one out for yourself, an act of solidarity, and wait as he gets the lighter. He lights yours first and then he takes care of himself. Only after he takes a long drag does he speak. 

“I’m sorry that you had to be a part of that.” He sounds distant when he speaks. You don’t think that he’s doing it on purpose. This must be a defense mechanism.

“Do you want to talk about it? I know it's still really raw, but I’ll listen if you want me too.” 

The sun had long set, but the faint glow from the end of his cigarette allows you to see a small smile pull at his lips.

“Would you settle for the sparknotes version right now? I promise I’ll give you the details tonight.” 

“Whatever you’re comfortable with.” You offer quietly.

“Did you-did you hear anything that she said?” 

“I heard her yell your name before Will and Pope got me completely inside. Then we all heard yelling, more her than you, and finally her banging on the door.” 

“To make a long story short, Rochelle showed up angry because I have been ignoring her since Saturday. Over a month ago, the day Benny hired you actually, she texted me saying she wanted to get back together. It wasn’t a healthy relationship, but it was the longest one I had been in so I was confused. It sounds silly.”

“No it doesn’t.” You reassure him. “Keep going.”

“Well, I knew I didn’t want to be in that relationship anymore and I just didn’t know what to tell her. Ignoring her was childish, I know, but it seemed like the best possible option at the time. I didn’t want to get into a big argument. I guess that blew up in my face, huh?” 

“You did what you thought would be best, Frankie. Unfortunately, things just go south sometimes.” 

“Hmm.” He nods at your statement. “Basically she was just angry that I didn’t want her in my life anymore. She’s not really used to being told ‘no’. You really didn’t hear anything specific though?”

“No.” You take a pull from your own cigarette. “The guys never let me leave the heavy bag area in the back.” 

“Good.” He breathes out. He sounds like he is coming back to you.

“But…” You turn your head up to face him. “They really should have kept a closer eye on me if they didn’t want me involved.”

“It was you!” He says, whipping his head to look at you.

“In their defense, they were all discussing what they should do about her showing up. Will wanted to let you figure it out yourself, Benny wanted to punch her out I'm pretty sure, and Pope was somewhere in the middle. I got tired of sitting there and listening to them bicker so I took my own course of action.”

“You amaze me, you know that?”

“What do you mean?” You feel your cheeks heat up.

“I just-I just can’t believe you did that. There were four people telling you to stay out of it and yet you still found a way to help me. I’ve never had someone like that in my life.”

“Your friends would drop everything for you!” 

“I know that.” He laughs lightly. “I mean I’ve never had a woman I’m … dating do that for me.”

“Oh, so we’re dating?” You tease.

“Yes? No? Talking? Courting, maybe?” 

“Courting?” You cough. You were in the middle of inhaling and that caught you off guard.

“Don’t laugh!” He says, shoving you in the shoulder. “I’ll be honest, I have no idea what we are. I just know I like whatever it is.”

“I like it too, Frankie. Labels can come later.” You take the hand he had resting by his side and interlace your fingers. “So…you smoke?”

“It’s not an everyday thing!” He rushes. “It just helps curb the anxiety in a stressful situation.”

“I get it.” You say honestly. 

“I haven’t had to use them in a little over a month.” His hand squeezes yours. “That’s about when you came into my life.” 

“I’m your new vice, huh?” 

“You have no idea, estrella.”

The two of you stand, hands together, letting the smoke from your cigarettes dance around in the air. The quiet that has encompassed y’all is welcome. You don’t hear the blaring sounds of the siren nor the damped dialogue between the police and your friends. It’s safe to say that the coast is clear and safe, but something keeps you here. Something keeps you both here. You can feel it in the way Frankie is breathing, the way that his thumb is rubbing over your skin, that he has more to tell you. He says your name barely above a whisper.

“Yes?”

“I know I said I would only give you a quick summary, but you deserve more than that. You deserve better than that.”

“Frankie, it can wait if you want it to.”

“This is something I need to tell you. I’ve been trying to figure out a way to explain it, but it’s just so hard.” You clutch his hand to let him know you’re listening. “It has to do with my Tuesday work meetings.” 

“Alright?” You aren’t really sure what that has to do with the current situation.

“I don’t really go- they aren’t work meetings. They’re meetings, but they focus on something other than my job. I uhh fuck.” He has to take a breath. “It’s a support group.” 

“For dealing with what you saw on missions?”

“For the things I did to erase what I saw on missions actually. I go to an NA meeting every Tuesday. I met Rochelle when I got back from a particularly bad one. We both kinda clung to each other although, in hindsight, we were both sinking ships. We would go out drinking all the time and when that stopped helping I started using cocaine. It just snowballed from there into something I couldn’t control. I ended up losing my pilot's license because my habit got so bad.”

“God, Frankie. I’m so sorry.” 

“The guys helped me get into a temporary rehab and then find a new job. I’ve been clean for eight months now.” 

“That’s amazing!” You're looking directly into those deep brown eyes. “I’m so proud of you!” 

“You’re what?” The pure shock on his face makes you want to sob.

“Frankie, I’m proud of you. Pulling yourself up after dealing with something like that isn’t easy in the slightest, but you did it. You found your footing and have been walking on your own for eight long months. Going to those weekly NA meetings proves that you are serious about recovery. You should be proud of yourself.”

“You don’t want to leave?” 

“Leave? Why would I want to leave?”

“I’m an addict.” He speaks softly.

“A recovering addict.” You say taking his face in your hand after discarding your cig. “You’re recovering. Please don’t discount all of your hard work. I’m so humbled that you wanted to tell me about this. It would be hard to support you if I left, now wouldn’t it?” 

He surges forward and swallows you in a kiss. His tongue tastes of sweet tobacco as it parts your lips. Your hands find his hair and knock away his cap so you can run your fingers through it. His moans fill your ears as you bite down on his bottom lip. He moves so he’s positioned in front of you. You feel the coarse brick nip at your exposed skin as he pushes your body against it. His hand comes down to roughly palm you through your shirt. You whine in approval as your back arches in a subconscious response to his actions. 

“It’s Pope! I’m coming back there! Y’all better not be doing anything I would be doing!” 

The two of you scramble to separate before you get caught like a couple of horny teenagers. Frankie is in the process of snatching his cap off the ground when Pope rounds the corner of the building. 

“Hi!” You say, breathing abnormally.

“Hello to you.” Pope says with a knowing grin. “Fish.” He nods

The man next to you returns the same greeting.

“Not to kill the vibe of whatever is going on here, but Benny is bitching up a storm.”

“Oh, God. What now?” You question.

“He can’t find his ring girl for this evening.” He smiles.

“It’s barely even 9 o’clock.” Frankie finally chimes in.

“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger.” Pope holds his hands up. “I was just told to come tell you to get your ass inside. You know how the Millers are about punctuality.” 

“Yeah, alright.” You concede. “Tell him I’m coming.” 

Pope throws each of you a devious wink before leaving. You throw your head back and sigh loudly when it's just you and Frankie again. 

“Want to accompany me into the lion's den?” You hold out your hand to him.

“Yes, but can I ask you something first?” 

“What’s up?” 

“Would you maybe, Christ I feel like a child, want to be my girlfriend? I know you said that labels could come later, but I don’t want to wait until later.”

Your smile could light up the entire alley. You throw your hands around his neck and kiss him. He learned from your last interaction and placed one hand on his cap and circled your lower back with the other. You can feel him smiling against you as you pepper his lips, his jaw, and any skin that you can reach with kisses. 

“Is that a ‘yes’?” He laughs when you finally release him. 

“Of course it’s a fucking yes! Francisco Morales, I would love to be your girlfriend!”

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[mynameisbangkok]

Joel Miller it is!

[mynameisbangkok]

Yes, absolutely

Frankie Morales is the kinda guy to twist you up like a pretzel and stuff you full of 9 inches until you’re sobbing then an hour later be like

“Why do you even like me 🥺”

[mynameisbangkok]

Triple Frontier.

Pedro Pascal as Frankie “Catfish” Morales (7 GIFs)

[mynameisbangkok]

His puppy eyes I can't 😭😭😭

I will see in a few minutes strange way of life and i'm super excited 📈📈📈📈📈

[mynameisbangkok]

I will see in a few minutes strange way of life and i'm super excited 📈📈📈📈📈

[mynameisbangkok]

Oh my god I love the idea

my favorite thing to think is Frankie being a mechanic. That after he retired he opened, alongside Will, a mechanic workshop and it help his PTSD fixing stuff and keeping his head busy.

And i like to imagine Frankie with his coveralls working on his workshop. so i made a quick sketch jsjs