#FUCK🥵THIS MAN IS A SPECIMEN

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smut #19 w vince dunn maybee??!? pls

Prompt: “I’m weak for you.” 

Note: um hi…can someone please explain how I never knew this gorgeous specimen of a man aka Vince Dunn existed? Cause wow 🥵 might have watched like 20 tik tok edits of him before writing this and now I’m down bad…thank you anon 🫶🏼

Warning: sexual content

“Fuck!” 

Vince cursed as he ran his hands through his hair, groaning as he’d lost yet another game of whatever it was he and his teammates spent hours playing every night. You never paid much attention, only knowing they shot at each other and were trying to be the last person standing to win. 

You didn’t mind hanging out while he spent a few hours playing his video games. Just enjoying being in his presence. But you’d be lying if you didn’t get some enjoyment out of the moans and curses that would leave his lips from time to time. Whether he realized it or not, they were hot. Point blank period. 

Each time another moan escaped his lips you’d feel yourself getting more hot and bothered. Squeezing your legs together as you could feel yourself getting wet just by the sound of his voice. 

Normally if Vince were online where he could be seen, you never sat in the room with him. But, tonight not being one of those nights, you figured you’d try your luck at getting him to call it quits early. 

Walking over you wrapped your arms around his neck, a soft moan escaping your lips as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. The kisses trailing down to his neck as he moaned against your touch, subconsciously tilting his head to give you better access. 

“Fuck…”

He cursed as his breath hitched in his throat. Your hands having moved down his chest and grazing over his crotch. Nothing the growing bulge in his sweats. He head falling back as you palmed him over the fabric. 

“Guys I don’t know how much longer I can play. I’m getting fucked tonight.” 

Trying not to chuckle at his choice of words, you made your way in front of Vince. Sinking to your knees as he stared at you with lust filled eyes. The muffles of his teammates in his headset as they were surely trying to convince him to play another round. 

He lifted his hips as he saw your hands making their way to his waistband, giving you easy access at pulling them down along with his boxers. Freeing his cock and earning a slight groan from him at the feeling. 

Looking over your shoulder you’d noticed they started another game, but you were already having your fun, so why stop now? 

Bringing his cock to your mouth, you slowly began licking up the sides before taking him in your mouth. “Holy shit…yeah no no I just sniped someone. All good.” 

Vince doing his best to not get too distracted, but as you deepthroated him that was proving to be harder than he imagined. 

“Fuck! Okay that’s it-“

He tossed off his headset as he exited his game, pulling you from you knees and into his lap. His lips finding yours, hungry and full of need. 

“God, someone decided to be a little naughty tonight huh?” 

He slapped your ass, adding emphasis to his words as he bit his lip. Grinding yourself against his cock you elicited another moan from him, never getting tired of the sound. 

“And someone didn’t really seem to want to stop me from acting on my impulses, huh?” 

Mocking his words playfully you locked your fingers in his hair as his hands traced up your back before he lightly tugged on your hair. 

“Mmm, what can I say? I’m weak for you.” 

You were practically dripping at this point. The way his words were laced with so much want, while still being cocky enough to not sound needy. 

Vince’s lips now covering your neck in kisses, mixed with the occasion bite. He was loving being able to touch you and not have to watch his words or control his noises. 

“God damnit-“ 

Vince’s phone buzzing on the table as he pulled his lips from you. 

“Hello? Yeah, no dude I’m literally getting fucked tonight. A little urgent, sorry.” 

Tossing his phone back on the table his fingers playfully teased at the waistband of your shorts. 

“Now, get these off so you can ride me baby.” 

[maybege]

Paz with no. 56 please 😵‍💫🥵 you’re amazing!! Thank you!!

Guess who is back, babes! After starting 2023 off with the trip of my dreams, I am finally back home and so so so excited to post this smut prompt. Thank you so much for sending in a prompt! I know it has been taking me a long time but I am honestly s proud of this one, even if it kind of got out of hand but it was a lot of fun to write and I hope you enjoy reading it. As always, let me know what you thought in a comment or reblog!

Annual Chances

Summary: Paz chooses you at the yearly festivities.

Pairing: Paz Vizsla x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 5.3k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: explicit sexual content, consensual aphrodisiac, dom!Paz, sub!Reader, breeding  kink, a whole lot of size kink, verbal degradation, creampie(s), implied cockwarming

Prompts: #56 “I’d like to breed you.”

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“Get up, sleepyhead, the invitations are in!”

You sat up, startled from your sleep and still half away in your dreams. There, the sun was shining on your bare skin, warming you from the inside out as you watched Paz play with your children, their laughter echoing through your head even as you saw your friend. Even as the reality you wished for dissolved all around you.

“Chants, what the fuck?” you hissed, unhappy to be pulled from your dreams so early and so roughly.

But your friend did not care, he simply skipped through the doorway, settling down at your side as he thrust a piece of paper in your face. By the looks of him, he had probably been awake for hours already, his job in the healing wings demanding a rather flexible sleep and work schedule.

“The invitations are in!” he repeated, a wide smile on his face, “This is your chance to finally snag that warrior of yours.”

You sat up, trying to ignore how your heart sped up from the mere thought of him. “I won’t be snagging anyone,” you corrected groggily, fishing the piece of paper from his hand, “Besides who knows if I have time to attend ...”

“Oh no, we will not have that discussion at all,” Chants protested quickly, throwing himself you’re your mattress and just barely missing your shin, “You were moping for weeks when you missed your chance at last year’s feast and I am frankly too busy having fun to anticipate having to nurse you back to happiness.”

“I wasn’t moping,” you protested with a pout, “I was just … thinking.”

“About how much happier you would be if a certain warrior carried you off into the sunset, I know,” Chants replied easily and you chose not to discuss it anymore. Perhaps he was right … Who were you kidding, of course, he was right.

You had had a crush on Paz Vizsla from afar for a long time. As soon as your clans had joined together and he had arrived with the first warriors, you had had only eyes for him. And how could you not? He was a fine specimen of a man, tall, and broad, with a deep voice that send shivers down your spine and a laugh that made you wish for a future when you could see his face.

But, alas, your shyness and his high status in the covert did not work well together. You hardly got to see him alone, and sometimes, weeks passed when you didn’t cross paths no matter how much you wished for it. And even if you managed to see him, to be in the same room as him, you were too nervous to speak.

More than once, Chants had suggested that you use the annual matchmaking feast to shoot your shot. Every person of age was invited to the party and it was without a doubt the event of the year. After all, Mandalorians valued their foundlings above everything and any excuse to celebrate what was most likely going to be the date of conception for some future ones was welcome. Countless couples had found together at the feasts over the years and the thought that it could be the day when you and Paz joined was … intriguing, to say the least.

Only that you had been too shy to attend for a long time and when you had finally gathered the courage to go to the party last year, Paz Vizsla had not been there. At the time, you were convinced that he had already chosen someone as his mate and, much to Chants’ dismay, had vowed never to attend again.

But it seemed your friend would not take a no for an answer this year.

*

“I hate this,” you muttered under your breath, trying your best to ignore your racing heart. Was it possible to throw up from nervousness? Because you were sure you could feel your stomach doing somersaults in the confines of your body.

“No, you don’t,” Chants replied easily, taking a sip of his sparkling drink, “At least the food is great.”

“I could have great food at home.”

“Yeah but not with a view like that.”

Your eyes followed his and landed on a group of broad-shouldered warriors that talked with each other by the bar. Which was ironic considering they all had their helmets on.

That was why, as soon as you had entered the packed hall with Chants on your heels, you had fled to the buffet table. The chances were considerably low and it allowed you to at least try and calm the fuck down.

In the meantime, Chants was happy because your position by the buffet granted him the perfect view of what the covert had to offer.

You tugged at your dress, feeling constricted in the ridiculous gown your friend had talked you into.

“Don’t do this,” he said.

“Don’t do what?” you asked grumpily,

“Don’t self-sabotage,” he said calmly, “You are so scared of Vizsla rejecting you that you don’t even put yourself out there and –“

Your heart clenched, his pointed words finding their target. He knew you too well, or maybe just well enough because you had to admit he was right.

“And what?” you asked, shoulders slumping as you searched the buffet for something to catch your eyes.

“That’s Paz Vizsla coming our way,” Chants murmured, his elbow digging into your middle, “I think he’s coming to us.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you mumbled, fishing another appetizer from the buffet, “Paz Vizsla would never come to us. He’s way too –“

“Way too what?”

You froze, slowly turning around and looking at the warrior before you.

Paz Vizsla was a huge man, imposing and intimidating even when he tried not to be and with a reputation that followed him from the battlefield to every place he went. It was rumoured that he had never lost a fight before and now that you saw him up close, taking in the sheer size of him, you had no trouble believing it.

“Way too, uh, busy?” you grimaced at how weak your voice sounded.

“Of the two of us, I’d say you’re the busy one,” he replied with a tilt of his helmet, “this is the first year you’re attending the festivities.”

“That’s not true,” you frowned, “I attended last year as well.”

The man in front of you hummed, as if in thought, and you took the opportunity to just … look at him.

Your eyes slid over his broad shoulders to his thick arms and large hands and you found yourself wishing to know what it was like to feel them on your body. Or in your body. Preferably both.

“I’m afraid I was not there for long last year. That would explain it,” he finally said, still looking at you. You wondered if he noticed your stares because he straightened up a little, clenching his fists and relaxing them and the veins stood out. Stars, how could one man be so attractive?

“You know what, I think someone’s calling me,” Chants suddenly said and you were embarrassed to find that you had completely forgotten he was right next to you. What kind of crush was this?

“Of course,” Paz said and you both watched your friend leave in silence, immediately swallowed up by groups of people.

The realization that you were both alone now came suddenly and unexpectedly and you felt your heart skip one or two beats. Because what were you supposed to say now? Here was the man you had been pining after for so long, here was your chance to say something, to impress him, to make him fall in love with you.

“Hello,” you managed to bring out, hoping that your smile wasn’t as wavering as your courage.

He chuckled, low and rumbly and you swore you felt it in your chest. “Hello, little one,” he greeted you, grabbing a small berry in his large fingers. You watched him bring it up and under his helmet, and your imagination ran wild.

Stars, what might it be like to kiss him?

“I, uh, I thought you found someone last year already,” you continued nervously, fiddling with your hands in front of your middle, “Did – did you find someone?”

He shook his head, “It was more about whom I didn’t find.”

“That sounds like you have someone specific in mind.”

“I do.”

“Really?” you asked, surprised at how close he suddenly was. You imagined being able to hear his real voice behind the helmet, “Wh-Who?”

“There are a lot of flattering things I could say now,” he stated, his voice not wavering for a second, “But to make a long proposal very short: I’d like to breed you.“

You thought you were dreaming. You were convinced you were dreaming.

“Me?”

“Yes,” he stepped closer, his hand reaching yours and you were hyperaware of how gentle his rough fingertips were against your skin, “you.”

“And if you were amenable,” he continued quietly, his fingers brushing over your knuckles, “I’d be also interested in courting you.”

You felt faint.

“Courting … me?”

He stiffened, shifting away from you and you immediately yearned for the return of his touch. “Only with your consent, of course,” he spoke, “Please forgive me, if I spoke out of turn, I thought perhaps – I thought you –“

“No, don’t get me wrong I’m,” you hurried to say, “I’m – this means a lot – but, uh, did you take a look around? There are so many wonderful people that you could be interested in and I am just … me … Why me?”

Your hand landed on his and you both froze, looking at where you were touching him. His skin burned against yours and you could feel his racing pulse underneath your fingertips.

“Because I don’t think of any of them when I make myself come at night,” he revealed with a growl and you swore your pussy pulsed at his words, “and I don’t think of any of them when I think about whom I want to raise my children with. I want you, mesh’la, very much so. Do you want me too?”

You could hardly believe your ears. Somewhere deep inside you, doubt was still hammering at your chest in worry. What if you had somehow misunderstood him? What if he realized what a mistake he made when you thought yourself safe?

But just as the worries seemed to creep up on you yet again, you caught yourself, just in time. You deserved happiness. You deserved love. And you deserved these things with the man who stood in front of you, who had told you how he felt for you. Who wanted you as much as you wanted him.

“Stars yes,” you breathed.

“What’s that?” he asked, his voice deeper than before, “I couldn’t hear you, little one.”

You nodded quickly, “I – I’ve wanted you for so long, Paz, I didn’t – I never, I never thought you’d think the same.”

“Well then,” he said, his helmet so close you could feel the cold of the beskar radiating onto your skin, “What would you say we go and make this semi-official, mesh’la?”

You grinned. This was a dream come true. Who would have thought that of all people Paz Vizsla, the one you had a crush on would return your feelings? His hand wrapped around your, completely enveloping your wrist and fingers as he tugged you through the crowd. You had always admired how people seemed to just make way for him wherever he went with an unconscious admiration and respect that he had earned. Now, following him as they parted for the both of you was thrilling.

The armourer sat at the end of the room, shadowed by her council as they oversaw the festivities.

“You want to leave us already?” she asked, tilting her golden helmet in acknowledgement.

You felt heady, clutching Paz’s hand like a lifeline. It was all so real now.

“I hope you will excuse us,” Paz said, “we found each other and I don’t want to waste any more time.”

“Stars know you wasted enough time pining after her,” Djarin commented from his place on the dais and that caught your attention.

Paz? Pining? After you??

The big man shifted next to you, seeming a little shy and you smiled. This was definitely something you would ask him about.

The armourer inclined her head and, from someplace you did not see, a goblet was brought to you. You knew the look of them well, the drink in it was given to every couple that found each other at the festivities. It was some sort of concoction that was rumoured to be especially potent for … you felt heat rise in your cheeks.

Paz lifted his helmet, just enough to take a sip and it felt forbidden to see the sliver of skin, to see how his hand dwarfed the precious metal. Soon, you would feel those hands on you, soon you could feel his skin against yours.

You were so enraptured by the sight of him, it took you a few moments to realize that he was holding out the goblet to you. “Would you like a drink, my love?” he asked you, his voice low and rumbly.

You nodded wordlessly, taking it from him. It tasted sweeter than you imagined, the liquid like honey on your tongue and causing a comfortable warmth in your belly. Almost immediately, Paz’s hand found yours and he dragged you away.

Everything was a blur. You did not see the people you passed, you did not take in the hallways you walked through. Paz was in a hurry and your laughter turned silent when you felt your need for him burn your veins. Was this the effect of the drink?

The hallways were completely abandoned and as Paz passed through the residential quarters, you found yourself curious about where exactly he was leading you.

You got your answer not a minute later.

“These are my rooms,” he announced as he punched the code into the keypad. The door swished open, revealing quarters that looked much warmer than you had expected. There was a giant bed with lots of blankets and pillows and the floor was covered in soft rugs. You could see his workstation completely overladen with files and plans and smiled when you spotted the invitation to the festivities at the very top of the pile.

Feeling his hands on your hips, you turned around with a smile, letting his hands slowly wander over you. His metal forehand touched yours and you took a deep breath in, relishing in the way your entire body seemed to warm at his touch.

“You have no idea how long I waited for this moment,” he whispered, his fingers slipping under the hem of your dress and slowly lifting it up. The feeling of his rough fingertips on the soft skin of your thighs chased goosebumps all over your body and you could feel a pang in your core.

“I never dared to dream,” he said, “that you could want me the way I want you.”

“I want you, Paz,” you whispered, your hands shaking with anticipation as you tugged on his shoulder pauldrons, “I always wanted you. Ever since I first saw you I knew it … if it would be anyone it would be you.”

“Good. Because for me it has always been you,” he hummed, sounding happier than you had ever heard him. He took a step forward and you gasped when you could feel his entire body press against yours, “Will you let me show you just how much I want you?”

You nodded, unable to find the words between sheer excitement and the needy pulsing between your legs.

In one quick movement, Paz had freed you of your dress and you hurried to step out of your underwear as Paz’s hands worked on the various buckles and clips on his armour. It was a flurry of movements, quickened by your desire for each other and suddenly you were both standing there, completely naked save for Paz’s helmet. But that was not what you were focussing on now.

“You’re – you’re really big,” you mumbled, taking in his girth. Stars you knew he was a big man but how was that supposed to fit inside you?

Paz chuckled, holding out his hand for yours and you followed his movements. You were both quiet as he guided your hand to his hard cock. “Your hand can hardly fit around me,” he marvelled, his breath hitching as his hand closed above yours. He started to move your palm with his and you watched enraptured as a few drops of precome started to bead at the tip.

Your walls fluttered around nothing at the thought of feeling him inside you and you shifted, swallowing nervously. Your chest brushed against his, your nipples hardening and out of reflex more than anything else did you tilt your head up towards him.

“I cannot show my face,” he said, clearly displeased with the rules, “Not now. Not yet.”

“But I’d like to kiss you,” you pouted, as you continued to stroke him, “I’d like to feel you.”

He hummed, taking a reluctant step back and you wanted to follow him before you saw where his hand went. Before you could say anything, the room fell into complete darkness and you stilled, trying to calm your heartbeat so you could hear what he was doing.

The sound of his intake of breath was unmistakable and you heard a thud, metal on wood, when you realized that he had taken off his helmet. You smiled. Of course. If you could not see him, he could take off his helmet and you could kiss him.

In complete and utter darkness, you reached out your hand only to find the warm skin of his chest. You smiled when his hand came up to hold you against him and moments later his entire body pressed against yours again. You could feel his reaction against your belly and his breath on your face and it was a miracle your brain hadn’t short-circuited yet.

Your noses brushed against each other and you smiled just before you could feel his lips against yours. Paz’s lips were dry and a little chapped but you swore you had never felt anything as heavenly. The kiss started out soft and careful as you got used to each other. But having him so close, the effects of the drink making you all dizzy, you couldn’t keep yourself from wanting to explore him.

You sighed against him and Paz used that to move against you, his tongue bushing over your bottom lip as his hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you closer. He tasted sweet, just like the drink, and when his teeth closed on your bottom lip, you swore you were this close to coming just from having him close.

Lips moving against each other’s, you let him push you towards his bed, the mattress hitting the back of your knees. You squeaked, falling into the softness and scooted back until you could feel the pillows. Paz followed you, his body heat never leaving yours and when you arched your back, your chest accidentally brushing against his stubbled chin, he closed his lips around your nipple.

All breath escaped you as pleasure burnt through your veins. You just wanted him to touch you, to –

“Ready?” Paz asked you, kissing the spot between your tits. His hands slid up to the inside of your thighs and you were sure you had never been as wet as this moment. You nodded before you you remembered he couldn’t see you.

“Yes,” you whispered, hands finding his shoulders and you held onto him, “I’m ready.”

Paz made a noise at the back of his throat and you could feel him shuffling closer, his fingers rubbing over your folds and you gasped when they circled your clit. You were sure the mattress was already drenched with your juices and you inhaled sharply when you felt the head of his cock carefully part your folds.

He pushed inside you slowly and you gasped. “Stars,” you murmured, resisting the initial desire of your body to move away from him as your hands tightened on his shoulders. His head was not even completely inside you and your walls already felt like they were stretching too far. “You’re huge!”

“Not too huge, I hope?” he chuckled, pulling out carefully and leaving you feeling ridiculously empty. You could feel him pulsing against your folds, drops of precome mixing with your wetness.

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his neck as you tried to find words. “I – Paz, what if you don’t fit?”

“Afraid your pussy is too small for my cock, mesh’la?” he teased you and you felt heat fill your cheeks at his words, the desire thrumming through you again.

At your lack of an answer, you felt him relax, his legs spreading beneath yours as his thumbs brushed over your sides. “Don’t worry,” he murmured, sweetly kissing your cheek, “I will make it fit.”

He pushed your legs up, his hands large on the soft flesh of your thighs as he pressed them to your chest. “Is that comfortable?”

His hips pushed forward a little and his shaft slid over your wetness. Something snapped in you.  “Stars, just fuck me already,” you panted, trying to lift your hips closer to him which resulted in your claves landing on his shoulders for leverage.

He laughed then, a deep belly laugh, that made your cheeks hot and your pussy clench. “Paz ...!”

“I am sorry, sweetheart,” he chuckled, his lips brushing over your calf and you felt him shift between your legs, “I will make amends.”

And amends he made when his shaft parted your walls again, slowly but surely, pushing the breath out of your lungs. You were prepared now, for the inevitable feeling of being split apart and you took a deep breath, your blood singing with relief at having him inside you.

Paz groaned above you, his hips starting to build up a fast rhythm that had your hands bunching the sheets. You had never felt so full.

“Can’t wait to see your tits bounce,” he groaned, “to see your belly all round with my child.”

You moaned at the image, walls clamping around him. Nothing sounded better than having him

“I'm gonna fill you up,” he announced between groans, his bed shaking with how deep and strong his strokes had become, “I’m going to put a baby in you and if it doesn’t take today then it will take tomorrow or the day after or the day after …”

Lying helplessly underneath him, you couldn’t do anything but take it. Take his cock, take his words, take the kisses he gently pressed on your jaw and neck.

 “Stars, you’re tight,” he cursed, leaning forward and pressing your legs further against you. Your muscles protested and you felt the knot in your core tighten.

“’s too much,” you panted, “please – I – I am so close I –“

“Come for me,” he encouraged you, his voice raw in your ear, “Come for me and I will fill you with my come like you deserve.”

You felt hot and cold at the same time and with Paz’s cock hitting a spot inside you that made you see stars, it was the closest you would ever come to an out-of-body experience, you were sure. You cursed under your breath, any thoughts leaving your head when all you felt was incredible.

You felt incredible.

“Good girl,” Paz’s voice got you out of your mindless state and you suddenly became aware that he was still very much moving inside you, shaft rubbing along your clenching walls as he seemed to get quicker and quicker until he buried himself so deeply inside you it almost hurt. The feeling of his come filling you was like an aphrodisiac all on its own.

“Oh fuck,” you murmured, your legs still shaking on his shoulders as he slowly pulled out, “That was –“

“Was?” Paz chuckled darkly as he rolled next to you, “I haven’t even started yet, sweetheart.”

You gaped at him, even if he couldn’t see it, “What?”

“What do you think they give us this drink for?” he asked, clearly amused.

“I – I don’t know,” you stuttered, your heart slowly reaching its normal rhythm again, “Heightened fertility?”

Paz hummed, his warm hand finding yours and squeezing, “That, too. But also for better … endurance.”

“Oh stars,” you groaned, “What have I gotten myself into?”

Both of you laughed at that and the happiness you felt threatened to burst out of your chest. The bed moved with Paz as he sat up, you could feel his arm brush against your shoulder and soon, his hand tugged on yours.

You followed his wordless instructions, trying your best to sit up. But his tugging did not cease until you understood what he meant. You raised your leg, attempting to straddle him and it was his other hand that gently held to your knee, guiding it over his lap.

It was impressive how in the darkness, Paz could still find your lips, pulling you in for a kiss. You could feel his heart beat in his chest and you were sure he could feel yours too. You wiggled your hips, causing him to groan against you. Your hands found the back of his neck, your fingertips playing with the soft hairs at the nape of his neck.

“I could get used to this,” you mused, quickly kissing the corner of his mouth and giggling when his hands cupped your tits, his thumbs swiping over your nipples.

“Me too,” he smiled against you, running the tip of his nose over your jaw. You wiggled again, feeling his cock harden between you and even with the mess of your combined juices spilling down your thighs, you felt ready to go again.

“C’mon, ride my cock,” he instructed, the teasing lilt to his voice betraying the grin that was undoubtedly on his face. You could feel his hands between you as he held his cock in position and you tried your best to raise yourself up high enough to sink down on him. But your body seemed to have different plans and the newly required effort to move reminded you just how much that first orgasm had taken you out.

His come served as lube as you sank down on him, your legs too weak to hold up any pretence of control as his cock speared you again. You whimpered, barely holding yourself up on his shoulders. Paz made a soothing sound, his lips on your temple as you tried to catch your breath.

“Go on,” he whispered, his fingers gently pinching your nipples and you mewled when he pulled on them ever so slightly, the pain giving your pleasure a new edge, “Work your pussy on my cock.”

“I can’t,” you admitted feebly, rocking against him. Your legs were trembling so much still and all you could focus on was how good he felt inside you, how stuffed you were, how deep he was.

“Paz, please –“

He did not do anything at first but you could feel his knees go up behind you and suddenly he was holding you by the hips. “It’s okay,” he soothed you, his fingers brushing over your skin, “I got you.”

Unable to say anything, you just let yourself rest against his chest, putting your head on his shoulder. He smelled of the woods and engine fuel and the pure warmth of him made your chest flutter. He got you.

You whimpered, hiding your face in his neck as he started to thrust up into you, bouncing you on him as if you weighed nothing.

“You take my cock so well,” he praised you, “What a pretty little breeding toy you are for me, sweetheart, how pretty you sound with my cock stuffed in that tight pussy.”

He had you bounce so strongly, the sound of skin slapping against skin couldn’t be overheard, and yet all you could hear was his panting breath in your ear, the quiet groans, the little praises. They made you clench even tighter around him and you tightened your hold on him.

Needing him more and more, you attempted to move your hips against his, trying to get your own rhythm going to get hom to move deeper. Stars, you needed him deeper.

“Oh, you’re much too weak for that, my love,” Paz teased you, his fingers tightened on the soft flesh of your ass before one hand came down in a slap, “Let me fuck you like you need, you can be as cockdumb as you want.”

You smiled, letting him take control again, and kissed the little spot behind his ear. There was a strange sense of happiness you hadn’t anticipated, in knowing that Paz really would take care of you. He would fuck you like you needed, fill you up like you wanted, and you didn’t need to do anything.

You just needed to enjoy it.

“Are you enjoying my cock?” he asked you breathlessly, “Does it feel good to be stuffed like you need?”

“Y-yes,” you brought out, embarrassed by how thin your voice sounded, “F-feels so good, Paz.”

“Tell me you want me to breed you,” he growled, his hips surging up in a particularly hard thrust, “Tell me you want my baby.”

You whimpered, the words stuck in your throat when you felt another wave threatening to send you over the edge. It was all you could do to hold onto him.

“Tell me or I won’t let you come,” he threatened, “Don’t you want to come, sweetheart? Don’t you want to be bred?”

His words made you want to sit up but Paz’s hold was as strong as ever.

“Pl-Please come inside me,” you burst out, not caring how your voice stumbled over itself, your despair to come too big to ignore, “Please, Paz, I want your baby, I – please come inside me.”

“I am going to breed you every single day if that is what it takes,” he growled, “Every free moment I have I am going to spend like this,” his finger rubbed over your clit, making you gasp, “Stuffing that pretty cunt with my come.”

Your gasp got swallowed by his kiss as his fingers worked their magic on your clit. “Come for me again, my love, let me breed you.”

And, as if all it would take were his words, you did. You clenched around him, biting your knuckles to keep quiet as you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to ride the waves of pleasure that washed over you.

“Good girl,” Paz groaned his hips stuttering, “My good fucking girl.”

The praise made you preen. His hands held you down on him and you could feel him filling you again, the sheer amounts of come trickling around where you were joined, squelching sounds mixing with your loud breaths.

“It feels so good,” you breathed once you felt like you could think straight again, “You feel so good.”

Paz hummed, his chest heaving against yours and despite the aftershocks of your second orgasm of the night still feeling prominent, you decided that this was your favourite moment. Here, resting against him, skin to skin, heart to heart, it felt like your world was finally complete.

“I think the drink is wearing off,” you murmured finally, “At least for me.”

“For me too,” Paz confirmed, his large hand settling on your lower back, holding you to him, “Though I am not quite ready to let go.”

“Me neither,” you sighed against him, closing your eyes to listen to his heartbeat.

“Don’t worry, though,” he said, kissing your temple, “We have time.”

[nanaosaki3940]

Now that I think about it, I have always been a fan of Japanese manga and stuff as long as I could remember, but ever since I started reading Korean manhwa, I just can't help but fall for these male lead characters ����

Like sir, who told you to be so beautiful and hot all at the same time?!?! 😳 This should be illegal!!! 😭

I love my man who's beautiful, cute, hot, and sexy... A TRUE RIZZLER!!! 😍🥰😘

He thinks he's a cool hotshot, having this bad boy aesthetic going on... but in actuality, he's just a simple shy boy, blushing all the time😋😘🥰

He's the master of pouty face!!! 😄😆

His drunken state... so fucking cute!!! 😭💖💘

All his side profiles... 🤤🤤🤤

The Duality: Soft face vs. Angry face 😊😠

Him in long hair 😵😵😵

Him looking gorgeous in every single frame 🥵🥵🥵

In the end... I want him!!! And I want to marry him dammit!!! 😭💘

Seo Doya from "The Devil's Wish" (악마의 소원)

Follow this manhwa's author on Twitter - 뮨기 (@mune_ki_)

(Also, I fucking hate the female lead. Like bitch, this fine-ass specimen is right in front of you, yet you're going on dates and hooking up with that blondie bastard. Then again, you go and kiss the male lead twice, like what?!?! Make a decision already, dammit, and don't play with his feelings!!)

Another smutty manhwa man - Itae Gwon from "Kitsch Wedding"

[navybrat817]

Hi Navy!

I know you and I have had an exchange or two about the fine specimen that is Charlie Hunnam. 😍 I actually got to meet him a few weeks ago at ComicCon and just wanted to share my photo with you!

This was right after he attended the Met, so after our photo op, I complimented his look and the diamonds on his neck, and he told me a whole ass story! Dropped f-bombs like we were old friends while he spoke to me, but basically said that protesters showed up and caused some chaos and he couldn’t get to his car! He said he was walking the streets with 1/2 a million worth of diamonds around his neck and said “if something happens to me, I’m so fucked!” GAH. At some point I even fist-bumped him (??? why would I do that?) He was incredible, very warm and kind, smelled and looked SO GOOD, too! 🥵 I honestly don’t even know how I spoke words to him 🥴🫠

Anyways, thank you for reading my Charlie talk and I hope you have an amazing day!! 😘

Ahh! My lovely, this is amazing. First, thank you for sharing this photo and story (and giving me permission to post this on my blog). Second, I love that he told you this story complete with f-bombs like you two were old friends (the Met Gala look was 🥵 and I'm glad everything was okay). Third, you fist bumped him and I think that makes you even cooler in my eyes. I love it. Fourth, I love that he was warm and kind, but...

HE SMELLED GOOD.

Yes, I meant to type that in all caps. Something about a man wearing cologne and you being that close to him. Ahh!

Fifth and last thing, can we talk about that beautiful photo? Look at you two! 😍

Love and thanks for sharing! This made my day and I hope you have a good one. ❤️

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

okay okay okay i wanted to send you something to celebrate your milestone!!! congratulations cee!!

so, i was eyeing the prompts and the first one i saw was "allergies" 😂 here in my city we haven't seen rain in a 100 days (i'm not kidding) and there's a lot of pollen and dust in the air and all the poor allergic people are having a rough time right now.

that leads me to my question/request/object of discussion: do you think jack/frankie/dieter are allergic to something? is it a really bad allergies or a bearable one? now i need to know 😂

Marta my love! It's so funny that you sent me this and then I went to your city and basically died of allergies 😂 Sorry this took a while, it was really fun imagining how adorable these boys would be sneezing their little noses off 🥹 Thank you for sending this in darling 🥰

Jack: As briefly mentioned in Dapple Grey, he has never had a cat, and I headcanon it's because he's allergic to them. He likes the barn cats at the Statesman though, and sometimes he braves giving them a pet or two, but then he starts sneezing and it's time to call it a day.

Dieter: This guy definitely has hay fever because he's a city boy who's never been around much vegetation in his life. Whenever Sweetheart attempts to take him on a hike, she makes sure to check the pollen count, packs the antihistamine and plenty of fluids. Despite his allergies, Dieter does warm up to the great outdoors 🥰

Frankie: I'm convinced this specimen of a man is allergic to nothing 🥵 BUT if he did have one, I think it would be a shellfish allergy. I don't know why, but Frankie just doesn't come off as an adventurous eater to me - he'd stick to his red meats and carbs, thank you! 😉

Fuck Yeah 2222 Sleepover

[chifeng-zuns]

#might just say fuck it and become a xz fan blog

join me!!

UGGGHHHH FOR REAL THOUGH!!!!!!

jackie i know i literally don't have to explain this to YOU of all people but.... this man🚶‍♂️.... this (deep exhale) specimen 💅 ..... have you ever seen someone anything so beautiful 👌❤️‍🔥 i *sobs* it genuinely makes me emotional 🥹 it gives me chest pains ❤️‍🩹💢 i mean just look 👀🔎

.... look at this fucking flawless piece of shit like (head in hands) are yOU ACTUALLY KIDDING ME???? 💯🥵💦🔥📢 WHO ALLOWED THIS?!!?! 📢📢 WHO UNLEASHED SUCH PERFECTION INTO THE WORLD?!!?>!?@?! 📢🔥📢🔥📢 HE IS GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME ISTG 💀💀💀

[sweeterthanthis]

Prompt: “You like it, don’t you? Getting fucked in front of him?”

Requested by: @thefallenbibliophilequote and Nonnie ✨ Hold onto your panties! ✨

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Domme!Female Reader x Sub!Steve Rogers

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, cuckolding, hints of a D/S relationship, vaginal sex, masturbation, light humiliation, talk of anal play, dirty talk, cum eating (kinda), suggestions of future Stucky. Basically, Bucky rails the shit out of you while Steve watches, and I— 🥵 18+.

The lines of your relationship with Steve had always been blurred, his submissive nature shining through from the night of your very first date.

It only grew more obvious as time went on, the way he’d beg you to let him eat your pussy, the soft whimpers that dripped from his lips when you told him how proud you were of him for being such a good boy.

He was a sub, through and through.

So when he’d shyly suggested bringing a friend home, you were less than surprised.

What you didn’t expect was for that friend to be built like a Greek God, with a cock like a fucking stallion.

You didn’t think it was possible to find a man even remotely in the same league as Steve, fully aware that for all his sweetness and desire to be topped by you, he could destroy your body if he really wanted to. He was an impressive specimen, a perfectly carved man with a delicious dick.

But the man splitting your cunt open right now? The one slapping the rough palm of his hand against your ass while he fucked into you with wild abandon? He was something else entirely.

Your eyes met with Steve’s across the room, his hand lightly stroking his rock-hard length as he watched you.

“You like it don’t you?” Bucky purred, leaning down to nip at the nape of your neck. “Getting fucked in front of him?”

You whined in agreement, pushing yourself back onto him, and meeting his brutal thrusts. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your head up and angling it in Steve’s direction. The sounds that rung from your throat were nothing short of obscene, mouth hanging open helplessly while he wrecked your pussy, his cock slick with the evidence of your arousal.

“Fuck, Steve. You didn’t tell me she felt this good.” He panted, reaching around, and pinching at your nipples. “Might have to make this a regular thing. Would be a damn shame not to. What do you think, Punk?”

Transfixed at the sight of Steve, his cheeks flushed, and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, you reached between your legs; fingers finding your overworked clit and rubbing gently.

You choked on a sob when he withdrew from your throbbing core, hand curling around the back of your neck and pulling you to your feet. His cock bobbed against the curve of your ass as he walked you slowly towards your Boyfriend, your legs nestling between his; eyes meeting his approving, cobalt gaze.

Bucky’s lips ghosted the shell of your ear, a smirk forming when he reached between your legs and cupped your sopping cunt in the palm of his hand. Your hips immediately grinding down, seeking that sweet pressure, your knees almost buckled.

“Tell him, Doll. Tell him how good I’m fucking this tight body.” He forced you closer, hand on the back of your head pushing your down to Steve’s level, Bucky’s digits filling your needy pussy.

Your lips inches from Steve’s, eyes rolling back in your head at the pressure between your legs, you moaned.

“H-he’s fucking me so good, Honey. Opening me up so – shit – so much.”

Steve’s breath hitched at your words, gripping his cock harder in his hand and running his thumb over the tip.

You’d never seen him so enraptured, practically speechless when Bucky pushed you to your knees, fingers slipping from you with a squelch that made you cringe.

You were drenched.

“Put your hands on his knees, Doll. Gonna fuck you right here, at his feet, make him watch while you come all over my dick.”

You scrambled to comply, sticking your ass out and arching your back, fingernails digging into Steve’s legs as you braced yourself for Bucky’s blissful assault.

“For someone who likes to take control, you’re real fuckin’ good at doin’ as your told.” He slammed back into you then, pulling a scream from your lips. “Fuck, she sings so pretty Steve. Does she make these noises for you?”

You didn’t. And you watched, tummy fluttering, as his cheeks reddened, and he shook his head lightly from side to side.

“No? That’s a damn shame, man.” Bucky reached around, swiping his fingers back and forth across your slippery clit and gathering your slick. “You want a taste, Pal? What d’ya think, Doll? Shall we give Stevie here a reward for being a good boy?

Your eyes bulged, and your pussy clenched harder than you ever thought possible. The soft whine that left Steve’s throat and the way his plush lips parted in anticipation; it was downright indecent.

Hearing Bucky call him a good boy had your head spinning, the way he smirked against your cheek, pulling his hand from between your legs and dangling it inches from Steve’s face. He was taunting him, making him chase it, one hand wrapped around your throat, forcing you to watch.

Steve froze, and for a split-second you wondered if Bucky had pushed it too far.

“Think he’s waitin’ for permission, Doll.” His cock stilled inside you; hips pressed tightly against your ass. “Go on, tell him what to do.”

You licked at your lips, raking your fingernails against Steve’s thighs and pushing back against Bucky’s beautifully thick cock.

“Go ahead, Honey. Suck on those fingers for me.”

The pressure that formed in your gut when he leant forward, mouth wrapped around the tips of Bucky’s digits, suckling hungrily, and groaning at the taste of you; it was fucking debauched.

It was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen.

A chuckle vibrated against your cheek as Steve gagged, Bucky’s fingers pressing further into his mouth and stroking down on his tongue.

“Well look at that, he really is a good boy huh?” Bucky pulled his hand free, the pathetic whine that followed causing him to huff a laugh as he sat back on his haunches – gripping your waist and picking up his brutal pace once again. His thumb circled your asshole, your tight ring of muscle clenching at the suggested invasion. “Maybe next time I’ll fuck this little ass. How ‘bout that? Stretch it wide open, fill it up with my come, maybe make him clean it up after? Yeah, he’s nasty. He’d fuckin’ love it.”

“Oh God, oh fuck, Bucky.” You cried, that all familiar wave threatening to crash into you at any moment. Your elbows on Steve’s knees, head resting against his thigh, you felt the full force of Bucky’s thrusts.

“Shit, Steve. She’s about to fuckin’ explode. Yeah, here she goes. She’s right— there.” He taunted, forcing you over the edge, ecstasy erupting in your chest and causing every muscle in your body to quake. “Fuck, Doll. That’s it. Milk my cock with that tight cunt. Good fuckin’ girl.”

He gripped your ass to the point of pain, fingernails biting aggressively into your flesh as he shot his hot spend inside of you, coating your quivering walls and riding out his climax with staggered jabs of his hips.

You felt Steve’s warm palm against your cheek, a smile pulling at your lips at the sensation of his knuckles dragging softly against your dewy skin.

It wasn’t until later that night, your body boneless and exhausted beneath the soft covers of your bedspread, that Steve pulled you tight against him – your head heavy against his solid chest.

You could practically hear the cogs turning in his brain.

“What are you thinking about, Honey?” You asked, stifling a yawn, and nuzzling into his warmth.

“I-I think I’d like to do that again. With Bucky, I mean.” He stuttered, and you squeezed his hand in yours reassuringly. “If-if that’s okay with you.”

“It’s way more than okay, trust me. I was so proud of you tonight.” You smiled, pressing the softest of kisses to his nipple. “I think we need to have a little talk about what it is that you really wanna do with Bucky, but that man fucked me raw. I’m exhausted.”

Steve’s laughed then, pulling you in tighter and planting a kiss on the top of your head.

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess we do. Goodnight, Sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, Steve.”

[subtle-edge-of-rot]

Honestly I picture Michael as Lucifer from that one renaissance painting bc it’s literally so 🥵🥵 the hair, the angry look in his eyes, the MUSCLES!! It’s literally everything.

-🐙

I didn’t go into too much detail on my last post—while I took elements of different Michael’s, it went into his physique, not so much his face other than the scar, Tony Moran’s traits (especially his little button nose and general coloring of eyes and hair). As for the rest of him, he has Tyler Mane’s height and build, and Nick Castle’s movements. He has all the scars from the first movie. And a lot of body hair I’m feral—

I picture his face as being a blend of the Lucifer painting, a little of Tony Moran, darker hair, and full lips. He’s fucking stunning. Literal dream man material. Such a beautiful specimen. Dangerous and brooding and just…perfect. I wish I could draw because I can see him so vividly in my mind’s eye.

He has resting bitch face though, and it’s pretty severe. He doesn’t really smile or emote a lot, but when he does, it’s the best thing to ever happen to you.

[local-pokesimp]

Ur really howling for Steven huh? “Local-Pokesimp stares intently, drinking up the delectable sight of the stunning male specimen they were lucky enough to encounter out in the wild. Trying not to drool, they camouflage themselves as the ground, so that when the silver-haired dreamboat excitedly ran past at the sight of a shiny new stone, the pleasurable weight of his shoes would be felt upon their back.” 👁👁🥵🥰 I’m so sorry lmao, next episode on the adventures of Pokesimp uhh +

GODDAMN– squealing kicking my legs giggling like a fucking idiot I am so horrendously down bad for this man I'm so sorry also got a spare 20 minutes before class so yeaaaahhhh

Also how'd you know that petting is one of my weak points damn, anon you a Psychic type or something? Fksdjksndisjdisja the things I'd do for this man I swear

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

The way that I intensely obsess over this man’s movement in this part of the “Sour” music video, as if I’m studying for the SATs or examining a lab specimen, IS DOWN-RIGHT UNHEALTHY OKAY.

I want to have this gif burned into my brain for the rest of my life.

I WANT TO BE ABLE TO CLOSE MY EYES AND HAVE THIS GIF PLAY ON LOOP BEHIND MY DAMN EYELIDS.

I WANT TO HANG THIS GIF OVER A FIREPLACE AND WATCH IT COME TO LIFE ON MY WALL ON SOME REAL HOGWARTS SHIT.

In conclusion, I believe the source of my fascination with Wes in this part of the music video stems from the fact that I think it looks like he’s c*mming while playing the guitar and it’s so 🥵FUCKING🥵 hot!!!!!!

Thank you for coming to my WES TALK✌🏻

[wikiangela]

oh my god I forgot what day it is and that new she-hulk episode is out 😂😂

episode 8 spoilers! (it's kinda long sns haha)

oh shit they showed the "specimen" guy in the previously on 😳 oh no is he involved too? 😂

btw why isn't there an option to skip recap in she-hulk? 😂

who the fuck is leapfrog lmao

as soon as I read the description (I caught a glimpse, I can't help it lol) I just knew it was Luke

I don't particularly like Luke tbh 😂 it's a lowkey very cliché character, and he's kinda doing too much to be funny? idk 😂 he's not a bad character, just far from fave haha

wait, is Matt gonna represent Luke????? is that how they're gonna meet???

OH MY GOD IT'S HIM

MATTHEW!!! HOW I MISSED YOU 😍

did I hear that right? no more Sokovia Accords?? oh hell yeah, that's what's up 💪💪💪

I'm just so excited to see Matt again, I'm loving it so much (also, when do we get to see him as daredevil because I'm sure we saw that in the trailer lol)

also, why is Luke making his suits now? I loved Melvin, don't tell me he's not in this universe 😢😂

"a hunch" lmao

"secret double life of Matt Murdock" oh if you only knew 😂😂 it's hilarious actually 😂😂

I just love him so much, I can't get over finally seeing him in the mcu (for more than one short scene in nwh which was my highlight of the movie right after Andrew lol)

aww Jen's into Matt?? I mean, can we blame her? everyone's into Matt 😍😂😂

they have a nice chemistry tbh, I could see it 😂😂

Oof, pls take Todd off my screen 😂 god that guy's cringe (the "Wakanda forever"... yeah that made me uncomfortable too, Jen)

he did not say "but whatever" 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️ oh my god I'm getting pissed off now 😂 why is he here? this better pay off lol

she's gonna wear the suit??? oh my this is an exciting episode 😂

IT'S THE DEVIL OF HELL'S KITCHEN BABY!!!

I'm loving the fight and the banter, it's so good

God it was easy for her to find out who he is 😂😂 tbf she is a hulk 😂

oh, Leapfrog kidnapped Luke? now it makes sense 😂 because Matt wouldn't go after him if he didn't do crime haha I honestly didn't think the frog guy could be any danger because he's just a dumb rich guy but oh well 😂😂

the fact that Jen doesn't know who daredevil is 😂😂 he really is a local NYC (or even just Hell's Kitchen) hero, huh - or rather a vigilante haha

does Leapfrog have any powers or just a supersuit with cool functions? 😂 if no powers, why frogs, man? 😂😂

I don't remember ever seeing Matt laugh in his daredevil suit, at least not like this 😂 god, they have good chemistry 😂 tho Charlie Cox can have good chemistry with anyone tbh (except one person but that's on her not him and that's not a rant for this show lol iykyk 😂)

I love their banter so much, can I get a show of just them two teaming up pls?? 😂 😂 they're so funny and again, the chemistry is there and it's so good

Matt taking down the goons - so daredevil, missed it so much

and she-hulk smash!!! YAAAS QUEEN

"big fan of legal dramas" Matt's hilarious as always 😂😂

"this guy's really kinda doing it for me" yuh, we know, he's doing it for all of us, Jen 😂😂 (seriously, if they didn't live on opposite sides of the country I really could see it 👀)

oh yes, I knew it, they gonna fuuuuck! yas, get it Jen!!! (I'm sorry, I'm loving this so much, they'd be such a good match, seriously 😂😂)

the cut to Matt just walking in his dd suit, shoes in hand, was so fucking funny 😂😂

that's what I'm saying, so much happened, it really does feel like this is where the episode would end, and there's still a few minutes left, what more is gonna happen??

I love the fourth-wall breaks because Jen's voicing all my thoughts 😂😂 I'm so confused 🤣🤣

Both Jen and Nikkk look amazing 😍🥵

what's up with Todd's involvement in this episode? 😂 why put so much focus on that?

the fact that it has to be FEMALE lawyer of the year is just pissing me off but I'm aware that's how the world works unfortunately - obviously she wouldn't win a "lawyer of the year" because she's a woman so it has to be female 🙄🙄

oh shit Intelligencia?! oh my god fucking Josh 😡😡

shit she's angry

aaand that was their plan wasn't it....

is she out of control? omg she lost control didn't she...

oh my god I can't wait for the finale

this was hands down my fave episode

MATT WAS HERE!! I just loved seeing him again, he was so cool and he felt like himself, and he fit in so well with the show (I was worried how they were gonna portray him in the mcu but so far I like it - it might have felt a bit different because I haven't seen dd in a whe and also because it's a comedy so it has a different feel)

I mentioned it like 5 times but Matt and Jen had such good chemistry and banter, I loved all their conversations, and again, I can see it 👀👀 like, I ship it tbh haha

I don't think I mentioned that I loved Jen's suit, it looks so cool, loved it

I'm still confused as to why Todd and Wakandan spear were in here, what was that little plot about? I hope it pays off somehow lol

and I loved the fourth-wall break at the end when Jen was equally confused as me as to why the episode wasn't ending hahaha

now I know they purposely made her mad and now I'm worried and I'm just so excited for the finale 😍😍 can't wait!!!

[javierpinme]

*screams*

CLAIRE.

This is 9,100 words of me wishing I was Lucky LOL. For real though, I fucking LOVED THIS. As soon as I saw the warnings I smiled like an idiot which you already know since I told you. “Frankie praising you” 👀 My praise kink was raging at that one. I had soooo many favorite moments in this.

Yeah so I’m gonna have to add a cut because this got a tad long—

Here’s a few (who am I kidding several) that I loved:

I love her sister Cecilia!!! The fact that she kept pushing her to go to different stores, made her get a wax, get her makeup professionally done, and buy perfume is so relatable!! She also reminds me of my sister which is funny. 😝 I love when sisters support each other!!

“You can escape back there and I’ll spare you the torture of wedding talk with my future in-laws.” I really love how you created your Santi in this! He is extremely likeable (not on Frankie level obviously but still likeable) I love how laid back he is and just knows that everyone else needs a hideout spot from the party. I mean if there was a place with endless rooms I probably would hide out in the library too honestly.

That moment with Miss Sofia, Lucky, and Frankie had me giggling at the sweet awkwardness. These two lovely idiots don’t each know how much they want each other. It just made me laugh that Lucky thought Santi spilled on her crush to Miss Sofia and Frankie thought it was about him saying he wanted to ask her out. LOL. Lovely idiots. I stand by that assessment.

“I mean, we didn’t know that she would- we thought she would marry you. But I guess she didn’t want to. Not that you aren’t husband material. We weren’t taking bets, or anything, but I wouldn’t have bet against you.” OMG, flustered Lucky is so fucking cute!! I visualized this entire interaction and I can just see her stuttering through her sentence without even taking a breath. Poor thing. I kind of had a little second hand embarrassment for her, but at least we got what we wanted from that awkward spilling of her words. Still giggled at her though LOL. I’m only human! Then when they decided to make a bet on whether Santi was going to be the first to get married, I just knew.

Okay, I really really loved Benny. 🤣 He would call it bareback. I don’t know why I cackled at that one. I had two opposite reactions to him in a short span of time. When he told her she looked like a million bucks I was like “Awww” but then when he said to lock down the bride’s brother before he sees her in fatigues I wanted to slap him (lovingly I promise). Little shit.

Oh, but that moment between the two of them when they both apologize for two separate things and essentially spill their feelings towards each other had me smiling so fucking wide. I’ll say it again. Lovely idiots. 😍 It’s too cute that he was waiting to ask her out. DEAD. It made me sad that they both assumed they weren’t good enough for the other. How can they think they don’t have anything to offer?

Damn. This man wanted her to call him by his real name and then got harder because of it? I would have wished I said that earlier too. 🥵 I love the little strip tease she did. She did do all that work after all. She deserves that moment!!

Um, the smut. Claire. A+++++. We all know Frankie is the oral king. It is known. When he said that her tits were beautiful because the rest of her was I just about passed away. I want my own version of this Frankie, please and thank you. This man fucks. I love him so much. Again, this fine specimen is extremely appealing to my praise kink. It’s breaking the surface!!!

THAT ENDING. THEY GOT MARRIED FIRST. Okay, NOW I’m smiling like a fucking idiot. I love how they’re still bickering about who won the bet. 🥰

Claire, this was too fucking sweet to read. It was soft filth and thank you for feeding us with your content.

You suck at golf.

Also @wildemaven I love your mood board!!!!! 🤩

Lucky In Love

Based on this Ask from my lovely @wildemaven and on this Ask from my new mutual @prettylilhalforc - here's a Frankie Morales giant 9k-word super-fic for you guys!!

Word count: 9100+

Rating: explicit/mature, 18+ only

Outline: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x “Lucky”, a 30-something combat medic (cis/het female reader; “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: curse words and vulgar language; mentions of masturbating; Frankie praising you; oral sex/F receiving; protected P/V sex; hickeys/M receiving; slight hair pulling/M receiving; primal Frankie if you squint real hard; Frankie is a little insecure about himself but we make him feel good

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You weren’t sure what was worse, the thong riding up your crack or the skirt you were constantly tugging down. The dress was too unlike you. Too tight on the top and too short on the bottom, the color too bold. The whole thing was too much. And you trusted your baby sister Cici, you really did, but this was too… “her” to be comfortable.

You cursed yourself for all of the tiny missteps along the way, all the little ‘alternate universe’ decisions where you could have stopped this fiasco by insisting on a different dress, or insisting that your mom come with you to the mall to act as a buffer against Cecilia’s gentle bullying, or insisting that you could just wear what was in your closet to Santi’s engagement party. But, oh no... “Sissy” had to have her way, always.

You loved your baby sister, and you mostly trusted her to help you with this stuff on occasion. Cecilia was never a mess, and she always smelled good and looked polished, and she had a constant stream of girlfriends lined up for dates… you just didn’t trust her to “get” you. She didn’t trust tomboy, blood-and-dirt since birth “Lucky” to dress up nice or be society-page material, any more than you trusted Little Miss “Ewww no blood or gross stuff ever!” to bandage a kitchen knife injury or a bullet wound.

So you let Cici drag you to the mall, after she insisted that your “all-purpose” black dress (which had gotten you through ten years worth of funerals, job interviews and holiday parties just fine) was all wrong for Santi’s engagement party. She had insisted that you would not find anything suitable at the standard department stores where your mom and aunties had shopped for decades. She had insisted that you try on armloads of ridiculous outfits at her favorite store. She had insisted that the sapphire blue color looked fantastic on every skin tone on Earth. She had insisted that the asymmetrical one-sleeved monstrosity looked ‘chic’ and not bizarre. She had insisted that you purchase a black lace thong and a matching strapless bra to wear under it because your usual “girl boxers” and sports bra would not do. She had insisted that you buy little black strappy shoes to go with it, and a tiny little non-functional purse that was only big enough to hold a credit card and a lipstick. She had insisted that you sit at the makeup counter and let a woman with really bold eyebrows decorate your face. She had insisted on dragging you to a mani-pedi appointment, on waxing your legs, on this and that, over and over during the entire 5-hour ordeal. She had even talked you into buying a new perfume, although you did win the argument over purchasing just a tiny rollerball and not an entire large bottle, because what if you hated it and it went to waste? And you liked spending time with Cici, because that was rare these days, but the whole thing just felt too extravagant, too alien, too weird.

So here you were, 7:30 p.m. sharp, ringing the doorbell at Santi’s fiancée’s parents house (no, mansion actually) out in the fucking hills, looking weird and smelling weird and feeling weird. But it was too late now. Might as well just get this over with, and maybe after the party you could change into the sweats and sneakers you always kept in your car for emergencies. Maybe Frankie or Will or Benny (or all three) would want to sneak out of the party early and go grab a beer.

The giant door flew open and a woman who you guessed was Santi’s future mother-in-law greeted you with a beaming smile.

“You must be Lucky!” She wrapped you in a big hug, and you angled your face awkwardly, worried about accidentally smearing your lipstick on her spotless champagne-colored cardigan. “I’m Linda. It’s so nice to meet you! Please come in and meet everyone.”

You let her usher you into the party, introducing you to ten or twelve relatives who you knew you would never see again after the wedding, and you would probably forget them before the end of the party because you were terrible with names anyway. You let Linda press a cold drink into your hand while you awkwardly tried to shake hands and juggle the drink and your little stupid purse at the same time. How the fuck does Cici manage this shit? You grinned at everyone while inwardly groaning and casting your gaze about for a familiar face. And then, thank the stars above, there was Santi, pulling you into a bear hug and giving you a big kiss on the cheek.

“Lucky! You look amazing. Let me guess, Cici fixed you up?”

“You know it.” You gave him a wry smile.

“Well, Fish is in the kitchen if you want to go say hi, and the Millers are in the library.” Then Santi lowered his voice to murmur in your ear. “You can escape back there and I’ll spare you the torture of wedding talk with my future in-laws.”

You sighed with relief as Pope released you, and you gave him a parting wink, said hello to a few more people, and made your way toward the kitchen. Fish was standing at a butcher block island that was bigger than your bathtub, helping himself to little finger sandwiches and chatting with a short, heavyset woman you instantly recognized as Santi’s grandmother.

“Miss Sofia!” You crossed the kitchen and set your drink and purse on the counter, then gave her a big hug and let her kiss you on both cheeks. You released her and turned to Fish, seeing a look of absolute shock on his face. You were in no mood for any bullshit comments or teasing, so you let Frankie wrap you in a warm hug and put your mouth to his ear, threatening him in a low growl.

"Fish, I swear on all that is holy, if you say a word about this damn dress..." You scowled at him as you pulled away, and then turned back to Santi’s abuela with a warm smile, propping your hip against the countertop next to Frankie.

“Miss Sofia, it’s so good to see you again. Are you excited about the wedding?”

“Sí, it’s going to be beautiful. Santiago’s girlfriend has everything planned out perfectly. I think she has her big wedding binder in the dining room if you want to go look. She has lots of pictures of the flowers she wants and the venue they picked out.”

“No, I’m sure that’s okay. I’ll see it when we go to the wedding.”

“Well, you look wonderful, sweetheart.” Mrs. Garcia narrowed her eyes at you mischievously. “So tell me, mija, when are you and this one getting married?” She winked at you and you heard Frankie choke on his drink.

Frankie turned around and scrambled for a napkin from the pile on the island. You felt your eyes widen and your face heat up. You hoped she didn’t think… no, there was no way. She wouldn’t know about your crush on Frankie, the little butterflies you had only ever mentioned to one person? You suddenly regretted telling Pope about your crush over a year ago. Santi wouldn’t have betrayed your confidence like that, would he? To his abuelita?

You shook your head nervously. “No, Miss Sofia, we’re not, uh…”

You weren’t sure how to continue. Frankie was single, but he hadn’t had a relationship since his long-term girlfriend left him after Colombia. He had put everything aside for his daughter and worked his ass off to care for her and co-parent and share custody, no matter how cruel his ex decided to be on any given day. You knew it had been almost two years since she left and more than a year since Fish had last gone out for anything even resembling a date.

You were single for the past two months after a string of monogamous disasters, but you knew Frankie wasn’t interested in you. Not after all of the gory details you had shared with the guys over the years about your failure to maintain a relationship for longer than six months, ever. There’s no way a man like Fish would welcome your chaos into his own life, not when he needed stability for himself and his kid.

Frankie recovered and gulped out, “We’re not dating. Just friends.”

Mrs. Garcia shook her head and clucked, “Oh, that’s too bad. I thought Santi said-”

“Said what?” Your voice sounded panicked. You shook your head and tried again, calmer. “Sorry, Santi said what?”

Your mind was racing. He wouldn’t have… but then again, Pope was a bigger gossip than your 15-year-old cousin. He was probably the last person you should have trusted with your personal feelings.

“Actually, you know what?” Miss Sofia patted your cheek tenderly, “I must be thinking of someone else. I’m getting all of you young ones mixed up in my old age. I’m going to go find Linda and ask her about the plans for the wedding cake.”

She left. You turned to Frankie, blowing air out of puffed cheeks. You reached for your drink. “Well that was weird.”

Fish looked stricken and nodded. “Yeah… weird.”

He took another gulp of his drink and you got your first good look at him. He looked grown up, less boyish than he usually did under his ever-present Standard Oil baseball cap and faded T-shirts. He was wearing an all-black ensemble: slacks, blazer, and a button-down shirt with the top three buttons undone. The black set off his dark eyes and hair, and he had even combed his unruly mop of curls into something resembling a style. He looked handsome, and you suddenly realized that you had been staring for about five seconds longer than was appropriate. You cleared your throat and tried to make conversation.

“So, Santi’s down for the count, huh? I always thought Will would get married first.”

Frankie looked away from you, a distant look in his eyes. “Yeah…”

You suddenly felt embarrassed. Maybe you had offended him? “I mean, not that you, you know- We thought you would get married, too- with the baby on the way, and all.”

Frankie looked at you with a pained expression. Leave it to me to bring up his ex, you thought. You scrambled to undo your faux pas.

“I mean, we didn’t know that she would- we thought she would marry you. But I guess she didn’t want to. Not that you aren’t husband material. We weren’t taking bets, or anything, but I wouldn’t have bet against you.” Sweet Jesus, how am I making this worse? Stop talking, dummy.

Frankie smiled conspiratorially, and the charming little crinkles around his eyes appeared, along with the dimple that made your knees weak, showing through his stubble. “We should take bets. Twenty bucks says Santiago isn’t the first to get hitched.”

You barked out a surprised laugh. “He’s got a date set, Fish! They’re getting married in 8 months. Who the hell is going to plan and execute a wedding fast enough to beat that? I just got dumped, again, and Will is single right now. And Benny? You really think he’s going to marry that college girl he just started seeing two weeks ago? Come on…”

Frankie rubbed his chin and narrowed his eyes at you. “I don’t know who it’ll be, but I’m willing to bet it won’t be Santi. You wanna make it interesting? How about fifty dollars.”

You threw your head back and laughed. “You’re on, Morales. My fifty bucks says not one of us beats Santiago down the aisle.”

You shook hands with Frankie and then picked up your drink and your purse. “Now, I want to see this library and go torture the Miller brothers for a few hours. Whatever happens tonight, please do not let me get dragged into the dining room with the other women to look at the ‘wedding binder,’ whatever that is.”

Fish bumped your hip playfully with his own like he had done a hundred times before, but this time you almost fell sideways. “Watch it! Cici made me buy these goddamn high heels. I swear to crap I’ll stab you with one if you make me fall and break my ankle.”

“Yeah, but you have your med kit in your car, so you can do your own first aid.” Frankie laughed. “You want me to go grab your sneakers?”

You giggled around a mouthful of ice and then spit it back into the cup. “Can you imagine Linda’s face if I come out to the party wearing my fucking sneakers with this dress? She’d probably throw me out of her mansion.”

Fish wrapped his arm around your shoulders and walked you down the hallway. You tried to ignore how warm his hand was over your sleeveless shoulder, how big and safe he felt. Bodily contact with Frankie was always welcome, it had just gotten more and more exciting each time over the past few years. Where before he was a friend who gave you painful high fives or playful punches, now your nerves fluttered and your ‘lady bits’ throbbed each time he touched you. You weren’t sure what to do, if anything. Probably best to let things lie for now. You didn’t want to spill your feelings and scare him off. At least with friendship you could still be around him.

Frankie led you to the back of the house’s ground floor, and opened one side of a set of double doors. He stepped inside and you shuffled in behind him, unsure of how to navigate the deep carpet in your heels.

"Hot damn Morales, is that Lucky?!" Benny’s voice was loud, about two drinks into the night if you were going to bet on it.

“Fuck you, Benny,” You pointed a menacing finger at him. “And if you say one goddamn word about how I look like a fancy prostitute, I’ll deck you.”

Will threw his head back and chortled. He and Benny were lounging on sofas across from each other in an honest-to-goodness library right in someone’s house. The room was huge, lined with floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with hundreds of books and lit with glass-shaded lamps that cast a warm glow on the cognac-colored leather sofas and a dark wood coffee table. A brick fireplace took up one wall, framed by two large windows that out over the back lawn where the trees twinkled with strings of party lights. It was gorgeous, and probably the only part of the house you were jealous of. You liked books and comfortable places to read. You wouldn’t want to clean the entire square footage of however many bedrooms and bathrooms this place had, but a library like this? You would take it in a heartbeat.

Fish took your hand and led you over to one of the sofas, where you flopped down with a sigh. You leaned down and undid the buckles of your heels and slipped your feet out, then you crossed your legs as best you could without flashing the guys. “Fuck this dress. I wish Cici had just let me wear my other dress.”

“Your funeral dress?” Will looked at you and raised his eyebrows. “Come on, Lucky. This is a happy occasion. And besides, you look nice.”

You nodded your head at Will. “Thank you for saying so. I just wish Pope was marrying someone less rich. We could be having his engagement party at a bar and I would have jeans on.” You sighed and looked at the Millers. “What’s new with you guys?”

You sipped your drink and let Benny chatter about his fight schedule and his new girlfriend, while you and Will traded verbal jabs and Frankie sat quietly on the sofa opposite you. Occasionally you caught Fish looking at you with that weird faraway expression in his eyes. You frowned at him once and he quickly darted his eyes to look away. Maybe his feelings were still hurt from when you said he wouldn’t get married? You could apologize again later.

Benny stood up and pulled a strip of six or seven condoms out of his pocket, offering them to Will. “Hey, bro, you want one? I saw that little bridesmaid looking at you earlier. And I don’t need them.”

Will frowned at his brother. “Why don’t you need them?”

Benny grinned. “My lady’s and my tests both came back clean today. She’s got an IUD and she’s gonna start letting me go bareback this weekend.”

The three of you groaned at Benny, flooding him with calls of “TMI!” and “Don’t be gross, Ben.”

Will reached out and tore two off the strip. Benny turned and threw the rest to Frankie.

“Fish, share these with Lucky.”

Frankie looked panicked. “With Lucky?”

Benny pointed at him. “Yeah, there are six other bridesmaids out there. I’m sure at least one of them wants to get with an ugly old man like you. And, hey, Lucky,” Benny leaned down and kissed you on the cheek. “You don’t look like a prostitute, you look like a million bucks. I think the bride’s brother is in law school or something. You should go lock that down before he sees you in fatigues.”

You reached up and patted Benny’s cheek. “Thank you, Ben. I love you.”

Will opened the door and turned back. “We’re gonna go check out the pool table in the games room. You guys wanna come?”

You groaned. “Ugh, there’s a games room? How big is this place? It’s like a freaking game of Clue in here.”

“You coming or not?”

You turned to raise your eyebrows at Fish. He scrunched his nose and gave you a non-committal shake of his head as he tossed the strip of condoms on the table. You looked back to Will with a lazy wave.

“Nah, I’m not strapping my heels back on unless it’s for a fire alarm. You guys have fun.”

The Miller brothers left and you turned back to Frankie. You drained your drink and looked for a coaster before you realized there were none. You were hesitant to put your glass down on the glossy wood table, but there was no place else to put it. Fuck it. You plunked it down on the table. You opened your mouth to apologize but Frankie started talking first.

“Hey, listen, I’m sorry about earlier.” Fish was rubbing his thumb across his lower lip, and your brain blanked out for a half-second.

“Sorry? What are you sorry for? I’m the one who brought up your ex and basically said I didn’t think you were marriage material.” You smiled and spread your hands wide in a sheepish gesture. “I was the rude one.”

“No, I meant Mrs. Garcia. She- I mean…” Frankie looked pained again. “I think she might have gotten the wrong idea about us. About you and me. I’m sorry I gave her the wrong idea.” Fish suddenly took interest in his drink and swirled the ice around.

You frowned. “How did you give her the wrong idea?”

“Well, I mean, she asked me why I wasn’t seeing anyone, and you know how she is. She pinched my cheek and I was suddenly 15 again. I couldn’t just lie and say it’s because of my ex and me sharing custody. I’m not seeing anyone because-” Frankie cleared his throat and turned pink. “Well, Santi said...”

You felt your frown deepen to a scowl. “Oh shit.” You started to scrub a hand across your eyes, until you remembered your makeup. Fuck. You sighed.

“Look, it’s nothing, I shouldn’t have said anything to Pope. Just forget whatever Miss Sofia told you. It’s really nothing.”

Frankie knitted his brows at you. “What did you tell Pope?”

You rolled your eyes toward the ceiling and held them there. Maybe if you didn’t look at Frankie it would be less painful.

You rushed the words out. “I told Pope over a year ago that I had a crush on you, and he told his grandma because he’s a huge fucking gossip, and then she repeated it back to you and made you uncomfortable just now.”

You blinked and sighed and looked back at Frankie, meeting his deep brown eyes with your own. “I shouldn’t have said anything to Pope, and he definitely shouldn’t have tattled to his abuelita about it. It’s really nothing, Fish. I just realized a while ago I had a crush on you, and I wasn’t going to say anything because I don’t want to scare you off from being my friend. Can you please just forget whatever Miss Sofia told you?”

Frankie had that odd faraway expression again, and you were starting to wonder if he had a concussion.

“She didn’t say anything about that.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Wait, so then why are you apologizing? What are you talking about?”

“She asked me why I wasn’t seeing anyone and I said I was waiting to ask you out.”

You felt your mouth drop open, then you shook your head and tried to process what Frankie was saying.

“Wait, what?”

Frankie put his drink down on the table. “I- well, I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while, and Santi said that I should ask you out. But I didn’t think you would want to date me.”

“What? When? When did you want to ask me out?”

“A long time ago, but then you started dating that bartender, and you guys had a messy breakup and a few weeks later you started dating the personal trainer guy. Just the timing was never right.”

You looked at him and your voice went soft. “I’m single now, Fish. Why did you think I wouldn’t want to date you?”

He met your eyes and his tone was tight, his eyes full of self-doubt. “Well, I fucking work 50 hours a week trying to pay child support, I have to bend over backwards every time my ex wants to update the custody schedule. I don’t have any kind of a life to offer you. And I- I don’t- I’m definitely not as in shape as the last guy you dated.” Frankie turned the corners of his mouth down and shrugged. “I’m a mess.”

“What the fuck, Fish? You thought I wouldn’t want you?” You leaned forward and put your elbows on your knees.

“I’m the fucking mess, Fish. I’m the one who can’t keep a houseplant alive, or pay bills on time, or keep a man interested in me for longer than a football season.”

“Yeah, but you’re smart and you’re funny and you’re…” Frankie waved one of his big hands toward you. “You’re fucking gorgeous. I know you said not to say anything about the dress, but come on, Lucky. Give a guy a break. How can I not when you show up looking like that?”

You stared at Frankie and felt your face split into a wide grin. The realization of everything was washing over you in waves, each piece of new information settling into your brain and starting to make a weird kind of sense. Frankie wanted you. You wanted him. You were both single at the same time and you wanted each other. You were friends and you both wanted to make it more.

You felt suddenly shy with Frankie’s intense gaze on you, with the knowledge that he wanted you. You clenched your thighs at the sharp ache between your legs, and you bit your lip and widened your eyes at Frankie as he stood up and moved toward you.

You whispered up at him, “Do you want to…?”

Suddenly the door burst open and Benny and Will came back in, laughing like hyenas. You shot up off the couch and grabbed your heels, shoving your purse under one armpit.

“Drink refill?” You raised your eyebrows at Frankie and hoped he would get the message, and that the Millers wouldn’t want to join you.

Frankie bent over and grabbed both glasses off the table, swiping the condoms and tucking them into his pants pocket. “Yeah, I’ll come with you.”

Will and Benny flopped back down into their previous spots on the sofas.

“You guys should go check out the games room,” said Will. “There’s a pool table, but some other people were already playing. However I did kick Benny’s ass on the pinball machine.”

“Did not,” pouted Benny.

“Yeah, we’ll do that,” Frankie’s tone was flat, and if he was feeling anything like you were, the crowded games room was the last place he would want to go. You were hoping there was an empty bedroom upstairs. Hell, even a bathroom would be fine with you. There had to be at least five in this place.

You stepped outside and watched Fish close the library door. You looked up and down the hallway, but had zero guesses as to what each door might lead to. Frankie put both glasses down on a console table against the wall and took your heels from you, slinging the straps over two big fingers. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it as he leaned closer, towering over you.

“You wanna get out of here?”

You did, but for some reason your breath and all ability to speak had fled as you looked into his big brown eyes. You gulped and nodded. Frankie took your hand and walked you down the back hall, away from the kitchen and the party at the front of the house.

“Where are we going?”

“Up the back stairs.”

“There are back stairs, too? What the fuck?” You had seen a massive staircase in the front entryway of the house when you came in. Apparently a house this big needed back stairs as well?

“Yeah, Santi gave us the tour when we showed up early.” Frankie took you to the end of the hall and pulled you around a corner and up a set of narrow, carpeted stairs. “There’s a guest bedroom up here somewhere…” He turned at the top of the stairs and walked you down the hall to one of the doors. He poked his head inside to check, and then he pulled you into the darkened room with him.

You stared at the guest room in the dim light spilling in from the backyard string lights. There was a massive king size bed, an enormous chest of drawers, two armchairs, a walk-in closet, and a bathroom. The entire thing was bigger than your living room and bedroom combined.

“This is a fucking guest bedroom? What the fuck, Fish? How much money does this family have?”

Frankie locked the door and came up behind you, turning you to face him. “Don’t know, don’t care.” And then he put his big hands on either side of your face and pulled you in for a kiss.

You felt breathless and your head swam. You wondered momentarily if you should stop and wipe your lipstick off with a tissue or something, but that thought was washed away by Frankie’s mouth on yours, insistent and eager and hungry. You let your purse drop to the floor and wrapped your arms around his neck. He moved his hands down to circle your waist and pressed his tongue against your lips, and you opened to let him explore you.

You realized that Frankie was a great kisser, not too much pressure or too much tongue. He licked into your eager mouth with little exploratory touches, running the tip of his tongue up behind your front teeth and then darting back out to bite off a kiss with his lips before he came back for more. You explored the sandpaper-soft top of his tongue, and then the smooth underside, feeling shivers pool in your pelvis as your brain finally caught up.

Frankie. Kissing. You were finally kissing Frankie, and it was everything you hoped it would be. He was handsome and smelled amazing and he was your friend, your buddy. The guy who refused to treat you more delicately in the field just because you were a woman. The guy who grabbed your hips and shit-talked during pickup basketball games. The guy consistently showed up for his friends no matter what. And now…? He was yours. Your Frankie.

He broke the kiss and moved his mouth down to your neck, nuzzling you under one ear, sending chills over your skin and causing your nipples to harden. He pressed his lips to your skin and you heard him inhale deeply through his nose.

“You smell amazing. You always smell good but I love whatever that perfume is.”

You smiled into the dark. “Thank you, F- Fish. It’s some- something Cici talked me into.” You could barely get the words out, your brain ricocheting with the sensation of him murmuring into your neck, the feeling of his hands on your waist, the way he pulled you into his broad frame.

He pulled back and you could see that little frown between his brows again. “Can you please not call me Fish while we’re making out? That’s all you ever call me.”

You laughed and tried to pull him back toward you for another kiss. “Okay, come here, Morales.”

His eyes looked sad, and he didn’t come any closer. “Please call me Frankie. I wanna hear you say it. I don’t think you’ve ever called me by my name the whole time we’ve known each other.”

You felt a little twinge in your chest, at the possibility that your joking just now had hurt him. Sometimes Frankie could be so sweet and so vulnerable, and you realized how momentous this was, how tenderly you needed to treat this version of himself that he had laid bare for you. You unwrapped your arms from his neck and moved your hands to lay flat against his chest on either side of his open collar.

You looked up at him in the near-dark and whispered, “Please, Frankie. I want you.”

That flipped a switch, and suddenly Frankie’s mouth was on yours again with a fury, his hands moving to grip you even tighter, one cupping the back of your head while the other moved down to your ass to press you tighter against him.

You could feel his erection start to grow as he kissed you. Fuck. If you had known that just saying his name would turn him on for you like this, you would have done it ages ago. You giggled at the thought and Frankie eased up a bit on his tender assault of your senses.

“I want you so much, baby.” His voice was low, almost a growl against your mouth. “I’ve wanted you for years. Please tell me this is real.”

You wrapped one hand around the back of his neck and pulled his head down to you, whispering against his ear. “Frankie, this is real. I love you and I want you and I don’t want to be with anyone else. Please, please take me to bed.” You licked your tongue out to capture his earlobe and pull it into your mouth, sucking and biting it gently between your front teeth.

Frankie moaned and flexed his knees, reaching down to wrap his big hands under your butt. He picked you up just a few inches off the floor and walked to the bed, tossing you on it. The sudden drop made you whoop, a little “Ooop!” and a laugh coming out much louder than you intended.

“You gotta be quiet, baby, or they’ll hear you downstairs,” Frankie whispered as he took off his jacket and flung it over an armchair. He kicked off his shoes and threatened, “You don’t want to have to stop now, do you?”

“No Frankie.” You lay back on the bed and watched Frankie as he kneeled on the bed and then crawled up to where you lay, his dark eyes hungry as he came closer. Your stomach flipped over at the sight of this gorgeous man coming for you. You felt like you were on a roller coaster, ready for the little build, the steady climb before the exhilarating drop. You wanted every moment of whatever Frankie had to offer you.

He lay on his side next to you, his head propped up on one big hand. You sat up.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?”

“Nothing, just wanted you to unzip my dress.” You turned your back to him and felt him fumble for the hidden zipper in the dark. He finally found it and pulled the zipper down all the way. You stood up and faced the bed. You wanted to see Frankie’s face when you undressed. He had seen pieces of your bare skin before, doing drills in a sports bra and shorts, or in a swimsuit at pool parties, but this was different. This was special.

You felt powerful and sexy and womanly as you met his eyes and started to peel the dress off of your shoulders. Maybe there was something to this shit after all, the matching bra and undies, the pretty dresses and the perfume. You doubted that undressing to reveal your usual cotton boyshorts and tattered sports bra would have had the same effect. You heard Frankie’s breath hitch as the dress dropped to reveal your black lace bra. You saw his fingers fisting into the bedspread when it fell further to show your underwear. And you heard him groan low in his chest when you stepped out of the dress pooled at your feet and did a little spin, turning to show him your thong.

You could have jumped in the air with how giddy you were, but instead you just grinned and crawled back up onto the bed to kneel over Frankie and kiss him. You felt his big hand come up to your ass and caress you, the other coming to the back of your neck to pull you down on top of him. You felt your panties get hot and damp, and you wanted to stop and savor every moment that was being shared between you. The words kept bouncing around in your head and you still couldn’t believe it. My Frankie. Mine.

He wrapped both arms around your waist and rolled you gently onto your back as he continued to kiss you deeply. His big hands were everywhere, caressing your breasts before trailing down to squeeze your hips, then traveling to your waist and then coming back up to cup your chin as he kissed you. His broad fingers trailed goosebumps everywhere they landed, the warmth of his gun-callused fingers so familiar and yet entirely new in this context. You wanted him everywhere all at once, in you and on you and under you. You almost couldn’t breathe for wanting him so much.

You put your hands on his chest and he pulled away, mistaking it for a request to stop.

“What’s the matter?”

“I just want to see you, Frankie. Can I open your shirt?”

He rolled away from you and you reached one hand up at the same time that he did, both of you working to open the buttons. Frankie reached down and pulled his shirt out from where it was tucked into his pants, then he pulled the whole thing off, revealing a tight black sleeveless undershirt. You gasped at the sight of his skin, pale in the low light, broad shoulders offset by the black fabric.

You reached down to grab the hem of his undershirt. “Off.” Your tone was soft, murmured in a low voice, but the command was unmistakable.

Frankie shifted to maneuver the undershirt off, and then there he was, all broad shoulders and soft belly and golden skin. He looked delicious. You trailed your hand up his bicep and across his shoulder, grazing his skin with your fingertips as you moved down his sternum to his tummy. He sucked in the tiniest hitch of breath as your fingers hit him there, and he wrapped his thick fingers around your wrist. “Babe…”

You looked at him with a frown, “No, I like it.”

He looked at you like you were crazy, but he took his hand away and let you continue. You flattened your hand and stroked him down the center of his abdomen, from his ribs to the waistband of his pants, reveling in the feel of his warmth and his fuzz and his sheer solid bulk. You whispered to him as you reversed course and stroked back up to his chest.

“You might think you’re not in as good a shape as other guys, but I love you, Francisco Morales. Don’t you dare change a thing.” You drifted your fingers up, swerving around his nipple and pectoral until you reached his neck. You cupped his jaw and pulled him down for a kiss. “I mean it. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He kissed you deeply and then buried his face in your neck, whispering your name, your real name, over and over again like a prayer. You had heard him say it exactly once the day you met, and then like everyone else in your life you insisted that he call you “Lucky” after that. And that had been how many years ago? Ten? 12?

You loved hearing Frankie shout your nickname in a military-loud voice during drills or a crisis, or laugh it out breathlessly as you joked over card games. You had always, always hated your given name. But now? Now the syllables of your name sounded magical, soft but heated as they were murmured against your skin by your lover.

Frankie moved his face down to nuzzle his prominent nose into your sternum, inhaling deeply again at the scent of the perfume you had applied there.

Under Cici’s strict and specific orders, you had dotted the rollerball of the new scent between your breasts, behind each earlobe, and on the inner aspect of each wrist. Apparently it was working. Frankie was moaning like a starving man presented with a massive dessert, and you could feel his erection somehow getting even harder where he lay pressed against your thigh.

“Fuck, baby. You smell fucking amazing. I can’t get enough of you.”

You felt your pussy clench at that, and you moaned, your mouth falling open as you tugged at his hair.

“Frankie, please…”

He slithered down another few inches and kissed your navel, working his lips down to your pubic mound. He pressed a kiss to the black lace of your panties and then opened his mouth wide, encompassing as much of your pussy as he could. You felt Frankie exhale a slow, hot breath of air against you. The sensation rippled through every nerve at once, and you grasped his hair even harder in your fists and almost shouted, “Oh fuck!”

“Shhh! Baby doll, you gotta be quiet.” Frankie placed a soft kiss to the top of your thigh, and then buried his nose into the V of your legs. You heard him inhale just as deeply as he had at your new perfume, and something about that act was so primal and so depraved that it made a new rush of slick soak your panties.

You moaned again, “Frankie, please, please…”

“Please what, baby? You want me to eat you out?”

“Yes, Frankie.” Your voice was high and breathy. “Please fucking eat me out right now, baby. Right now.”

Frankie reached for the waistband of your panties and pulled them down and off. You opened your legs wide for him and caught a flash of him grinning up at you as he settled his broad shoulders between your thighs.

He dove in eagerly. Frankie’s mouth was heavenly, hot and wet and nearly frantic as he kissed you there. He used his lips and tongue on your aching cunt just as tenderly and firmly as he had on your mouth. The novelty of it struck you at once and you felt a little self-conscious, suddenly wondering if you should have gotten some kind of lady waxing done there, too. Frankie, between my legs? Eating me out?

You didn’t have time to consider that for too long, as Frankie slipped two of his thick fingers inside of you, pulling another moan and a near-shout from your lungs. He paused to hiss again, “Shhh!” before he delved back in with a fury.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pushing and pulling and pushing again. He was as steady in his attentions as he was behind the stick in the cockpit. He didn’t waver from his mission or let your tugging on his hair interfere. He just kept at it, licking you and suckling your clit into his mouth as he pistoned his fingers slowly in and out. It was divine, and he kept making little hums of satisfaction that let you know he was clearly enjoying himself. He worked his fingers into you and then added a third as he used his thumb and pinky finger to hold your labia open the way you had seen him do with paperback books. You felt the tickle building, all of your pleasure converging into one bundle of nerves that branched out from your clit.

Frankie crooked his middle finger up firmly against your g-spot, the spongy part of you that you could never reach yourself, no matter how you flexed your fingers. He flicked his tongue side to side across your clit, curled his fingers again and boom - you exploded into fireworks and heaving breaths, your thighs quivering while you squeezed them closed around his head and curled up into yourself. Your shoulders lifted up off the bed and your whole body spasmed three or four times as you felt your vagina clench hard around Frankie’s broad fingers. He used his free hand to tap your thigh and you lay back and tried to remember how to breathe.

Frankie licked you clean, lapping your cunt with long swipes of his flat tongue to ensure that your slick and his saliva didn’t drip onto the bedspread below you. You felt the last few clenches of your climax ebb away, and Frankie pulled his fingers out of you so quickly that it almost hurt. You ached at the sudden emptiness as he sat up and stuck his fingers into his mouth. You felt another vacant, aching throb in your core as you watched him close his eyes and lick you from his broad digits like he was savoring drips of melted ice cream. You wanted him entirely, yearned for him even though he was right there and he wasn’t going anywhere.

The man was talented, and you cursed yourself for not pursuing him sooner. Who knew that Frankie of all people would turn out to be the best oral you’d ever had? What other secrets was he hiding? You suddenly flashed back to a day in the field, the injury to Frankie’s thigh that required you to cut his pants leg all the way up, peeling them to the side and revealing a bulge of a package through his boxers. You had taken no notice of it back then, in the middle of the adrenaline-fueled need to stop the bleeding and get him to safety, but now… now the memory of it was like an old puzzle piece that you had been carrying around, looking for a spot to place it. Now you were about to find out, see it for yourself and you couldn’t wait.

You sat up and kneeled to press your chest against his, kissing him and running your fingers through his hair again, tugging and scratching at the longer strands at the back of his head. He wrapped his broad hands around your waist and moaned. He tasted like the both of you, the deep notes of himself and the ones of your own salty musk, standing out new against the background of Frankie. The mix was like home and vacation at the same time, familiar and novel, dizzying and welcoming and exciting all at once. You moaned and a few tears slipped out of your eyes at how badly you ached to feel him inside of you.

You reached down and curled your fingers around the thick of him, straining against his suit pants.

“Frankie, I want… I want you inside of me. Please.” You gripped him harder and his voice cracked on a groan like a teenage boy. He suddenly gripped you in a bear hug and wrestled you down onto the bed underneath him, devouring you with open-mouthed kisses, all teeth and tongue and furious licking. He moved again to lick and suck at your throat, and his erection pressed hard against your bare cunt. You groaned at the delicious pressure of it.

“Frankie… pants… off… please.”

He moaned a little sound of annoyance at having to pull away. He kneeled and pulled the strip of condoms out of his pants pocket, and then wrestled himself free of his belt and zipper, pushing his pants and underwear down and off in record time. His cock sprung free and it was as big and impressive as you had hoped. He looked glorious. You reached out to grab it in your fist. You gave it a few tentative pumps and then looked up into his beautiful face to see what kind of effect you were having on him.

Frankie looked down at you and swiped a broad hand down over his eyes and face, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Jesus, baby girl. You’re so perfect.” He wrapped his big hand around yours and pumped himself harder as his eyes fluttered closed. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. I’ve dreamed about you. Fucking gorgeous baby doll…”

“Frankie, I love you. I’ve dreamed about you, too. I touched myself and thought about you.”

He opened his eyes and wrapped his hand tighter around yours, cupping your face with his free hand. “Is that so, baby? You think about me and touch your pretty cunt? I think about you all the time while I’m fucking jerking off. You’re too fucking gorgeous baby. I love you so much.”

He let go and pulled your hand off of him, and then he opened a condom and rolled it on. He wrapped his fingers around your wrists and pulled them above your head as he shifted down over you to get into position.

“Is this okay?” He huffed the words at you as looked at you for approval.

You blinked and nodded. “Yes, yes, Frankie. Yes.”

He wrapped both of your wrists in one big hand and dove back down to kiss you fervently. He reached down with his free hand to guide his thick cock between your legs. You opened wide for him, waiting for the thick of him to enter you, to stretch you open.

Frankie broke the kiss to look deep into your eyes as he slotted the curve of his head against your entrance. You moaned and took a deep breath and then he breached you, thrusting into you with a rush and filling you up in one go. You keened out a cry, throwing your head back and flexing your fingers where they lay pressed under his strong grip.

“Shhh, baby doll.” Frankie nipped at your neck and nuzzled your earlobes while his free hand pinched and rolled your hard nipples between his fingers. “I thought I told you to stay quiet.”

You clenched around him at the order, something about soft Frankie flipping over into giving you commands was making you throb, making you ache for more.

“I can’t,” you whined out. “I can’t stay quiet, Frankie. Not with you inside me.” You hitched your legs up beside his hips and rocked your pelvis up and down, feeling him slide in and out of you.

“I just wanna bounce up and down on your thick cock all day and let you make me scream, baby boy.”

Frankie moaned and leaned down to lick and bite your mouth. You continued to rock your hips until he let go of your wrists and gripped your pelvis with both of his hands. He pressed you down into the mattress and started fucking you hard. Then he moved his hands to either side of your head and braced himself above you on both arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist and made him talk to you.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about, Frankie. Tell me how much you love me.” You turned your head to the side to lick and suck at the soft skin on the inner part of his forearm, up near his elbow.

Frankie gritted his words out between thrusts, biting them off and making the soft praises sound almost angry and hard.

“Fucking- goddamn- gorgeous- girl.” He clenched his jaw and huffed in a few ragged breaths. You sucked at his skin harder, lathering your tongue in between love bites. You were going to leave a mark, something he could look at for the next few days while he thought about this moment.

“Fucking- think about you- all goddamn day. Wanted to- fuck you- for ages. You’re fucking- fuck! Fucking so goddamn beautiful. Love you so much.”

You reached up and started petting his face, cooing soft words into him.

“Frankie, baby, I love you. That’s it, right there. Oh! I love you so much, baby. Come for me, Frankie.”

“Oh fuck. I’m coming- coming for you.” Frankie bit off a moan and then thrust deep into you as his hips shuddered. He fell onto you and you felt him thrust twice more before he stilled.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and ran your fingers through his hair. “Sweet boy. I love you so much. That was perfect. I love you, Frankie.”

He turned his face to you and kissed you deeply, murmuring quietly into your mouth.

“You’re fucking perfect, baby girl. Fucking perfect. God, I love you.”

Frankie grabbed the base of the condom and rolled off of you, then he went to the bathroom and turned the light on. The brightness of it startled you.

You wandered in behind him and peed while he tied off the condom and wrapped it up in some toilet paper. He tossed it in the wastebasket and then washed his hands. You stood at the sink and washed up while he wrapped his arms around you from behind and pressed himself against you.

“Oh shit, we forgot to take off your bra.” Frankie reached up and cupped one breast through the lace. “I never got to see your beautiful tits.” He met your eyes in the mirror and you both laughed.

You dried your hands and then wrapped your arms over his as he circled them around your waist again. “If you didn’t see them, how do you know they’re beautiful?”

He kept his gaze on yours in the mirror and pressed a slow, hot kiss to the top of your shoulder. Then he turned his head to brush his lips against your ear.

He whispered, “Because the rest of you is fucking gorgeous. Educated guess.”

You shivered at the goosebumps that ran from your neck to your toes. He met your eyes in the mirror again and you beamed, practically sparkling at him.

A thud-thud-thud at the bedroom door jolted you both out of your haze.

Will’s deep voice came through muffled as Frankie killed the bathroom light and you both scrambled for your clothes.

“Fish! Lucky! You guys in there?”

You made big eyes and shook your head frantically at Frankie as you whipped your dress up over your head. He made a “just wait’ motion to you, then he bent over and started pulling his pants on.

You heard Will try the doorknob and then knock again before he gave up and walked away.

A hysterical giggle burst out from your lips as you watched Frankie crouch and scramble to find his shoes. You turned your back to him, “Zip?”

He stood and zipped you up, and you kneeled on the floor and looked for your thong, tossing Frankie one of his shoes from under the bed.

“Where are my undies?”

“Got ‘em.” Frankie stood up and held up your thong. They dangled from one broad thumb. “They’re kinda wet though. You probably don’t want them back.”

You crossed the room to him, and he held them up above your head, just out of your reach. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.

“You keep them, then. Naughty boy.”

Frankie grinned at you and tucked your panties into the front pocket of his shirt. “You’re never getting these back, baby.”

You laughed and sat on the bed to put your heels on. “As long as I get you back, that’s all I ask.”

Frankie beamed at you, and his smile practically lit the room.

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Eight weeks later you and Frankie were lying on the beach under an umbrella, arguing for the millionth time over who owed who fifty dollars.

Frankie lay face up on his towel, while you sprawled face down next to him, propped up on your elbows with a fat paperback book held open with your right hand. His left hand gripped yours, fingers intertwined as you rubbed your thumb over and over the shiny new wedding band that gleamed against his golden tanned skin.

“Baby doll,” Frankie sounded really annoyed now. “I bet you that it wasn’t gonna be Santi walking down the aisle first. I won.”

You didn’t take your eyes off your book. “No, baby. I said- and I remember my exact words- that ‘not one’ of us would beat him getting married. And not one of us did. Two of us did. So technically I didn’t lose.”

“Jesus, baby, this again? You’re not going to win on semantics.” Frankie rolled onto his stomach and slung his arm over your lower back. He pulled you into a kiss. “You owe your husband fifty bucks.”

You kissed him deep, letting your tongue soothe him until he moaned softly into your mouth.

“I owe you no money, Mr. Morales.”

Frankie nuzzled your ear with his strong nose until you giggled. He growled low into your ear, “Lucky Morales, you are trouble. I never should have made that bet with you.”

“I think you made that bet because you wanted to marry me.”

“Okay that part might be true.” Frankie rolled over and lay back down on his towel.

He cocked his head at you and grinned. “You wanna bet we can get pregnant first?”

You tossed your book away with a, “Yes!” and then rolled over on top of him, kneeling to straddle him while you giggled.

You let your husband kiss you and kiss you while you listened to the waves roll in.

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[pomegranatearildreams]

I love the title 😝!!! So punny and saucy 😜!!

I’m drooling at the first section where you described Ray as the exquisite, fine man that he is 💘

Raymond Smith is a predator. He’s not afraid to play dirty when it comes to running and gunning the mean streets of London and not a damn soul does it better.

Takes such pleasure in mastery of his domain. Everything in its place. Ray himself is the best-maintained piece that inhabits this space. He is beauty and grace.

He’s a gentleman. It’s simply part of his nature as such an impeccable specimen.

I’ve definitely fallen even more for Mr Smith after reading this fic 💓, all thanks to how your amazing words described him ✨

I am burning up from the thick sexual TENSION between Ray and reader 🥵!!! The gifs 🔥,the lustful glances at each other 😏, and the provocative get-up and positions that little miss slutty maid reader puts herself in to tease him 😈 …. ooooohhh it’s getting hot and heated between them 🔥 and I feel that heat too 🥵 and they haven’t even touched yet!!! You did such an amazing job building up the atmosphere between them 😍!

With all of the self-restraint that you can muster, you struggle not to stare too hard at this gloriously gorgeous bastard while you absentmindedly sweep across his well-stacked bookshelves with your feather duster. Silently hoping that your little black dress and thigh-high sheer stockings and fuck-me-now heels will provide a distraction.

Get on all fours down on his rug with your ass facing where he’s sitting so that he can see your garters and the bare skin of your thighs and glimpse the black lace of your panties in between. Dip the sponge in the soapy water in your bucket. Scrub the floorboards as you wiggle your backside hoping he’ll get the hint that you want him to fuck it.

Yet as the day goes on from time to time he comes out of his office and you make a point of flaunting your untidy ribbon every time he passes. In so doing you’re of course swaying your hips suggestively... provoking him to stare up your dress as you sashay up the stairs because deep down you’re sure he’s filthy... caught him more than a few times stealing glances at your cleavage while you bent down low while cleaning to give him a better view of your titties... no doubt he likes you showing off your assets.

You immediately gasp as if in shock—grab a washcloth and dab all over him while fighting off the urge to grope the luscious denim-clad bulge of his cock—and start apologizing like a bumbling idiot.

OMG plot twist, he has videos of her too 😮!!! I’m loving how the backdrop of them working for the heads of rival groups adds to their push and pull dynamic, and I can’t wait for when these enemies turn to lovaaaas 😋🔥!

Clean and Tiddy

A/N: Here’s a fic based on the below request for reader being a bratty, naughty little housemaid for Raymond! She pushes his buttons because she is desperate for smutty punishment. This is also written for @band–psycho’s 2k Writing Challenge for which I was given the 1-word prompt ‘ribbons’ 🎀

Pairing: Raymond Smith x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, rough sex, punishment, undercover enemies to lovers(?) Request: This request from @rayslittlekitten Prompt: 1-word prompt = ‘ribbons’

Word Count: ~2.6k

Raymond Smith is a predator. He’s not afraid to play dirty when it comes to running and gunning the mean streets of London and not a damn soul does it better. His morals are mired in grime, and the filth of his lifetime of crime—he’s a killing machine—it’s obscene.

But when Raymond comes home he is fucking pristine.

He is nothing if not squeaky clean.

It’s as if he can run from the scum of the day and erase the deep stain, with the level of order he seeks to maintain. Takes such pleasure in mastery of his domain. Everything in its place. Ray himself is the best-maintained piece that inhabits this space. He is beauty and grace. He is measured from the tailored fit of his jeans, to the trimmed length of every blonde bristle adorning his face. Every inch in between. So of course in his house he requires perfection in every dimension so that he can fit in the scene.

He’s a gentleman. It’s simply part of his nature as such an impeccable specimen. Here at home he’s in his element: steady and smooth and serene, calm and cool—until anyone breaks a house rule. Then he isn’t afraid to get mean.

How do you know all this? From one look at his bearded bespectacled face you could probably have guessed given his OCD is so painfully obvious. But your sorry ass has been spying on his, to be honest. You work for a rivaling gang that once managed to plant a spy cam in Ray’s kitchen and one in his bedroom because the big man at the head of the ranks in your gang doesn’t give a shit what lines he crosses. That’s the despicable species of asshole your boss is.

You for one have refused to watch those tapes. It’s tempting since Ray is a bona fide babe. But you just watch the footage from his kitchen he keeps so spotless, because you are decent for fuck’s sake, and for a long time, you’ve been dying to get out of this life of crime. To escape. A clean break. No matter what it takes. No matter what the cost is. Though your boss has his hooks in you, this shit just cannot continue. Your dignity has suffered too many losses.

In his house Raymond Smith keeps some valuable secrets. The scumbag who owns you has this bright idea now that you’re his gold ticket. If you play your role well as Mr. Smith’s housemaid this weekend and manage to locate the item of interest when you sneak in his home to seek it… then you’ll win your freedom.

What you don’t know yet is that Raymond can read you as well as you read him. 

That’s why you’re both fucked from the moment you meet him.

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