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lovelybucky1 · 1 year ago

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Crane Motel

Kinktober Day 12- Somnophilia

warnings: DARK FIC, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT: AFAB!reader, Psycho AU, non-con, somnophilia, struggle fuck, groping, incel!jonathan, oral sex (f!receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, 18+ Minors DNI

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The sky is pitch black and the heavy rain makes it difficult to see even ten feet in front of your car. You can't continue driving in these conditions, so you take the nearest exit in hopes of finding a place to spend the night or at least a place to pull over.

You drove about five minutes into the town off the highway until you came across a building. Crane Motel the neon sign read. Vacancies. It doesn’t have to be nice, it just has to be dry.

You pull into the lot, gravel crunching under your tires. It’s hard to see the parking spots, but no one else is here and you doubt they’ll come at this hour. You collect your items and make a dash for the porch of the office, locking your car with the remote once you’re away from the rain.

You open the door to the office and you’re met with the warm light from a lamp and an empty desk.

“Hello?” you say. No answer. “Hello?” Still no answer. You notice a bell on the desk so you try your luck and hit the bell. The metallic ring fills the office and from the closed door behind the desk, you hear a thump.

The door swings open and a young man in a light blue button down shirt that hangs off him and khakis appears.

“Hi,” he smiles. “Welcome to the Crane Motel.”

“Hello,” you smile politely. “I’d like a room please.”

“Of course,” he says, taking out the guest book and opening it to today’s date. As he flips through the pages you take note that most of them are blank, and the ones that are written on only have one or two names. “We don’t get many visitors up here,” he says with a small chuckle.

“Well, I’m only here for the night. The weather’s too bad out there to keep driving.”

The man nods in understanding. “I’m Jonathan, by the way,” he says, extending his hand to you.

You shake his hand. “Nice to meet you, Jonathan.”

“Likewise. I run this motel. My mother owns it, but she’s too sick to take care of things around here so I’m in charge of it.”

You nod along as you sign your name in the guest book. “Is it just the two of you?”

“Has been all my life. My dad died before I was born so it’s just been her and I.”

You find it a bit odd that he’s sharing so much of his life with a stranger, but you figure he doesn’t have anyone to talk to up here.

“I’m sorry,” you say.

“Don’t be. Can’t lose what you’ve never had,” he says with a smile.

Jonathan tilts his head to look down at the guest book and reads off your name. “That’s pretty.”

“Thank you,” you smile.

“How are you gonna be paying?” he asks.

“Cash,” you say, taking out your wallet.

He furrows his brows. “Cash? You’re not on the run, are you?” You look up at him with a confused expression, but when his face splits into a smile you catch on that he’s joking. “I’m kidding. People usually use cash if they’re on the run or having an affair, but you’re here alone, right?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Alright, no reason to be suspicious of you then. That’ll be $30.”

“Only 30?”

“We’re not in demand enough to charge anymore that,” he chuckles. “Besides, you seem nice and you’re just looking for a place to stay.”

“Well, thank you, Jonathan.”

He takes your cash and counts it out, confirming you gave him the right amount. He then unlocks the cash drawer and puts the bills in their appropriate slots.

“Alright, I’m gonna put you in Cabin 1. It’s closest to the office in case you need anything tonight,” he says as he takes the key labeled 1 off of the hook screwed into the wall.

He hands you the key but before you could turn to leave, he catches your elbow.

“I was making dinner for my mother and I but I accidentally made too much. Would you like to join us?” he offers.

“Oh, thank you for the offer but I’m super exhausted from driving all this way. I’m just going to head to bed,” you say.

“Okay,” he says, letting you go of your arm. “You never said where you’re from.”

“Um, about a two hours south from here.”

Jonathan raises his eyebrows. “What are you doing all the way up here?”

You sigh quietly, growing tired of his questions. “I’m going on a trip with some friends.”

“Sounds fun,” he says.

You nod with a close lipped smile. “Well, have a good night.”

“You too,” he says.

You turn and exit the office, shutting the door behind you. You run to your car and grab your bags as quickly as you can to avoid getting soaked, then take cover again under the roof. You walk across the wooden porch to the door labeled 1 that is connected to the office. You unlock the door and walk into the room, taking in the surroundings.

The room is small but it has a bed and a bathroom, so it will suffice. You drop your bags at the end of the bed and open your suitcase, digging through it for pajamas and toiletries.

You change into your t-shirt and shorts, then disappear into the bathroom to wash up. Unbeknownst to you, the kind man you met at the desk is not what he seems.

He put you in the first cabin not so it would be easier to attend to your needs, but because behind a picture frame in the office is a hole that he can look through to see the bed.

Jonathan was infatuated with you the moment he laid eyes on you. He doesn't interact with many people other than his mother, especially not someone so beautiful and interesting as you. He knew he couldn't let this opportunity slip away. He had to have you before you left in the morning.

He waited for you to return from the bathroom and when he heard a thumb through the thin walls, he peered back through the hole. Seeing you undress was exhilarating. Your body is gorgeous, exactly what he likes. It's almost like the universe sent you to him for a reason.

As kind as you are, Jonathan knows you would never agree to a night with him if he were to ask. That's why he's going to wait until you're asleep to make a move.

Apparently you're less exhausted than you let on, because instead of going right to sleep like you said you would, you stay up for another hour watching TV.

Once you finally turned off the TV and lights, Jonathan waited fifteen minutes for you to fall asleep before sneaking into your room. He unlocks the door quietly and turns the handle before opening it so the knob doesn't click.

He's used to seeing in the dark, so he has no trouble making his way over to the bed. The faint light from the neon sign outside illuminates your face, making you look angelic.

Jonathan gently untucks the covers from your arm and pulls them down, revealing your body. He sighs in delight as he trails his fingertips gently down your arm, relishing in the feeling of your soft skin.

Luckily you're laying on your back so he has easy access to everything he wants to see. He pushes your shirt up over your breasts, revealing even more soft skin and peaked nipples that catch the light from the window. Jonathan brushes the pad of his thumb over them gently, curious as to what they feel like.

Getting braver, he palms your breasts and squeezes them. He's seen plenty of breasts before online, but he's never even been this close to a pair in real life. He is mesmerized by how the flesh jiggles.

He has been hard in his slacks sine you first came to the desk, but now that he is touching you, he is growing increasingly needy. He undoes the fly of his pants and lets his cock hang out from the zipper. Even having it out in your presence made him ache with pleasure.

Jonathan then turned his attention to your bottoms. He slips his fingers under the waist band and gently pushes them down as best he can. They get caught under your as, but he can pull them down enough to get a glimpse of your pussy.

His hands shake as he gently caresses your mound, surprised that you're even softer here. He lets his finger dip between your folds, feeling your wetness. Jonathan then pulls his hand back and holds it up to his face to take a deep breath of your scent. It's delicious, and he can't help but taste it off his finger.

He reaches under your shorts again, exploring your pussy and teasing your entrance while his other hand jerks his cock. He gets a bit too carried away, because his unpracticed hands must have poked you the wrong way and you stir.

Jonathan yanks his hand back and waits to see if you'll wake up. You remain asleep, but you roll onto your side, turning your back to him. He is a bit disappointed at first, but then he gets another idea. He pulls your shorts the rest of the way down and lets them bunch at your knees.

He gently spreads your ass cheeks to look at your holes. He has to stifle a groan when he sees the glistening of your pussy. Jonathan leans down to lick you from behind. At this angle, only the tip of his tongue makes contact with your folds, but it's enough to get a taste right from the source.

He moves his tongue back and forth as much as he can, imagining that he's doing this for your pleasure and not his own perverted desires. Between his legs, his cock his painfully hard and leaking onto the shitty carpet.

Feeling bold since he's done all of this to you and you haven't woken up yet, he decides to go a little further. He eases you onto your stomach and gently lifts your legs so he can slot himself between them. He slowly eases onto the mattress and spreads your folds so he can find your entrance.

He lines his cock up and begins to push in. It's a little difficult when the only experience he's ever had has been with his hand. He manages to get the tip in when he feels your body jolt. You make something of a whine and Jonathan's heart begins racing.

You try to adjust your position, still mostly asleep, but when you find yourself being restrained, you start to thrash. You kick your legs and claw at the sheets, all while yelling out.

"Get the fuck off me!" you cry, shaking your body like you're a mechanical bull trying to throw him off.

Jonathan doesn't want to stop. He's made it this far already. He presses down on your shoulder blades to keep you from squirming and your arms are pinned under your chest so you can't try to hit him.

You're still screaming, but now it's broken up by heavy sobs and pleas. You can scream as loud as you want but the only person around to hear you is the one making you scream.

Jonathan continues to push his cock into you, though he faces more resistance now that you're awake. You're so much tighter when you're scared, he notes.

"Don't hurt me, please. I-I have a family, please stop," you beg.

Jonathan frowns. "I'm not hurting you," he says.

How could he be hurting you? Sex feels good, and women love to have sex. That's what he's seen in all those videos. They love it so much they'll even beg for it.

Jonathan ruts into you and after a while, you lose the will to scream for help. All you can do is lay there and sob while he violates you. Jonathan, however, is enjoying himself very much. The tight, wet heat of your pussy around him is like nothing else he's ever experienced. It's addictive, and though he feels himself getting close, he doesn't want this to end.

Jonathan tries to stave off his orgasm but he's too worked up. He bucks his hips quickly, jackhammering you until he cums. He's fucking you like a fleshlight, using you as a place to stick his dick weather you're willing or not.

He buries himself deep inside you when he cums, emptying his overfilled balls into you. Jonathan is moaning and whimpering above you, completely overwhelmed by pleasure. He lays himself over your back and tucks his chin over your shoulder.

His face is far too close to yours and you scream again, hoping it will make him leave you alone. With a satisfied sigh, he pulls out and tucks himself back into his pants. He bends down to look at his cum leaking out of your pussy, just like he sees in all the videos he watches.

He grabs your covers and pulls them back up over you, tucking you in. You lay facing away from him, body shaking with silent sobs.

"I'll see you in the morning for breakfast," Jonathan says before exiting your room and heading back to the office.

Tonight he'll sleep on the sofa in the parlor in case you need anything. And he'll wake up extra early to watch you get dressed in the morning.

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munsonsprincess11111 · 7 months ago

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Hi! Can I request Eddie x reader and she's his passenger princess?

All of her friends tell her to learn how to drive and get a license but Eddie's okay with driving her and he always tells her it's not a problem.

One time at a party Eddie's super drunk and he obviously can't drive back home. He's extremely surprised because she drove them to his trailer.

It turned out she has a driving license but she's scared to drive and only agree when streets are empty.

Even though drunken Eddie ask her to forget that she can drive because he likes spending time with her.

Thank you for your time 💜

Passenger princess...

Eddie x reader

Summary: this is my first request and omg. That's the Summary I actually love this.

"Y/n you really need your own license you can't keep getting Eddie to come get you from everywhere what is he says no?" Robin says sat on a bench outside the mall with you. She's been trying to convince you for ages to get your license but you refuse.

"HE won't say no ok he may be a tad late but he loves me." You say fiddling with your bag.

"What if he's busy and can't come get you? Then what?"Robin retaliates.

Before you can answer Eddie pulls into the parking lot pulling up next to you.

"Hey sweetheart get in." HE says leaning across to open your door.

"Gotta go Rob see you later." You say getting in Eddie's van. Robin shakes her head and walked back into the mall to go back to work.

You buckle your seat belt and sit back in Eddie's passenger seat before he drives out if the mall parking lot. "How was the mall." HE askes sliding his cigarettes out of his pocket slipping one between his lips before lighting it.

"Was fun same old stuff really got a new dress for that party tonight though." You say putting your feet on his dash he looks at you out the corner of his eye smirking and rolling his eyes.

"Do we have to go to that." HE asks, blowing the smoke out the window.

"Yes you are dealing there remember?" You say taking the cigarette out of his mouth throwing it out of your window.

"OH yeah." Eddie says leaning back in his chair.

"Hey can I ask you something?" You ask playing with your hands. Eddie's lighting another cigarette.

"Course you can princess." HE answers sliding a hand onto your thigh. You take his hand and fiddle with his rings.

"DO you mind driving me places. Like does it bother you?" You say Finally looking at Eddie.

"Nope not all sweetheart. Ask me that question as many times as you'd like the answer will always be the same. Your my passenger princess. Wouldn't want it any other way." HE says being your hand to his and kissing it.

You smiles at his response and nod. "Love you." You mumble.

"Love you more." Eddie smiles back around his cigarette.

You and Eddie arrived at the party about 3 hours ago. He told you about an hour ago he was gonna go talk to Steve and Jonathan while you was talking to Nancy and Robin. "You should just get your license. I have mine, and Jonathan drives me places. it's just like an independence thing, you know?" Nancy says with Robin nodding next to her.

"Thanks girls but I'm OK. I'm gonna go find Eddie." You say crossing your arms over your chest walking into the kitchen where you last saw Eddie. To your luck that's exactly where he is. But just from one look at him you can tell he's sloshed.

"Hey hot stuff!" He yells wrapping an arm over your shoulders. "God Eddie your drunk." You say looking him in the eyes. He frowns ans shakes his curls.

"No babe I'm just a lil tipsy." HE says patting your head. You shake your head and grab his hand dragging him outside the house. "Give me your keys." You say putting a hand out. He looks at you eyebrows furrowed. "Keys." You say again. He reaches into his denim pocket and gives you the keys. You nod walking over to the van Eddie's hand in yours.

"Your telling me you could drive this whole time." HE says starring at you from the passenger seat of the van.

"Yes Eddie." You says concentrating on the road.

"Wha- why didn't you tell me?" HE askes still very confused.

You look over at your drunk boyfriend for a brief second before letting out a sigh. "Cause I hate driving. I don't like it cause the roads are busy and it just stresses me out. You drive me everywhere anyway and I didn't wanna tell you I could drive and then suddenly I have to drive I just hate it." You say turning into thr trailer park.

Eddie's looking at you curiously before he speaks. "Well can you just totally forget how to drive cause I looooooooove driving you around. And the fact you feel safe enough to let me drive you around is an honour baby." HE says. You pull up at his trailer and take the keys out of the ignition handing them back to him.

He kisses you sweetly. You help Eddie out of the van and into the trailer before he falls straight into bed and into dream land.

You wake up when you hear Eddie run out of his bedroom straight to the bathroom. You wonder in behind him to see him throwing up. As obvious as it was, it was gonna happen. You still felt bad for him. You held his hair as he threw up all the booze from last night.

He sat against the sink rubbing his eyebrows. "I meant what I said last night by the way." HE says finally looking at you. You look at him confused as you hand him a pill and water.

"I don't care if you can drive. I drive you everywhere." HE smiles before taking the pill and smiling at you goofily. You let out a giggle. "Trust me you can drive me everywhere I won't fight you on that. I love you." You say sitting next to him.

He drops his head onto your shoulder holding your hand. "I love you too."

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soldateins · 4 months ago

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As Sweet As Honey

Shane (Stardew Valley) x Reader Oneshot

Vibe/Warnings: Wholesome with a dash of spice because it's Shane and he's just a spicy guy imo. No warnings for this fic it's just cutesy.

Words: 1,013

Notes: This is a super cute request from @drnoblesix! I hope you like it! It ended up a teeny little bit saucy dialogue-wise near the end because I just feel Shane is like that, but it's mostly super wholesome and I enjoyed writing this prompt! Reader is neutral just because that's how it turned out so anyone can enjoy!

Summary/Prompt: A wholesome little oneshot where Shane tries some food that the farmer (Reader) has made.

For the fourth day in a row, Shane was an hour late from work as he arrived at your farm. You had just shut the chickens into their coop when you spotted him trudging up the steps, “Goodnight, ladies,” You said as you flicked the lock of the coop door before making your way to the house.

Grabbing a crate of empty jars on the way up the steps, you held it up with your knee as you opened the front door to the cabin and pushed it open all the way. Entering your home, you were greeted by your project of the week. A multitude of jars of many sizes were scattered over the kitchen table and sides and piled in crates on the floor, many of them filled to the brim with different kinds of honies and donning specific colours of fabric lid covers that you had assigned them.

The faint thrumming of the pipes in the bathroom notified you of Shane’s whereabouts as you placed the crate of jars onto the kitchen table with a clunk before continuing to jar the honey. After a few minutes of content humming and honey-pouring, Shane entered the kitchen. His hair was damp from washing his face and his eyes that usually matched the stems of the young spring flowers this time of year appeared almost drained of colour. He opened the fridge and pulled out a can of soda.

“Hey, hey,” You stumbled over to him, hurriedly twisting open the purple-marked lid of a jar before Shane could open the can. He tilted his head, peering down at you with tired but curious eyes. “Try this, it’s really good, I promise.” You said eagerly, bringing the jar of honey up to his face for him to smell as you snatched a spoon from the side and dipped it into the gooey substance.

“Smells flowery.” Shane pursed his lips, watching you as you carefully twirled the golden honey around the spoon, making sure not to spill it anywhere as you brought it to his lips.

“Taste, c’mon, I’ve been working on this all week. I need my trusted taste-tester.”

After a brief pause and his eyes flickering from yours to the spoon, Shane took the small spoon into his mouth. His eyes wandered as he tasted the honey and then widened, finding their way to yours.

“Good?” You asked, raising your brows and letting go of the spoon.

“Mhm, mmm.” Shane nodded, grabbing the spoon and pulling it from his mouth. He swallowed and spoke, “That is amazing. What is it?”

“It’s honey!” You beamed, putting the jar onto the kitchen table and shutting it tight.

“Well, yeah. But what have you done to it?”

“It’s special flavoured honey. I’ve been experimenting with growing different flower species around my bee hives to flavour the honies; what you just ate was lavender honey!” Your heart fluttered at his enthusiasm and pride swelled within your chest. Shane placed his soda can on the kitchen side, shaking his head.

“You’re absolutely incredible.”

“So I’ve been told.” You leaned in towards him with a smile.

A beat passed and that familiar warmth of attraction surged up through your chest like a fountain as you scanned one another’s faces. That feeling you got when you first made him look at you with those sarcastic, defined features after saying something completely ridiculous. As though you could burst out laughing in his face and never stop.

Shane furrowed his brows as he looked at you, a small smirk twitching at the corners of his mouth.

“What?” You breathed.

“You’ve got honey on your face, honey,” He licked his thumb and rubbed it gently over your cheek, “And flowers in your hair.” He moved the same hand up into your hair, running it through a couple of times before softly resting it against the side of your head. His fingertips massaged your scalp and you exhaled slowly.

“I adore you, you know that?” His voice was gruff and sleepy.

“That I have been told, too.” You quipped and Shane rolled his eyes before pulling you close and pressing his lips to yours. The sweet, floral flavours of the honey still lingered on his lips and you sighed against his mouth. Shane’s stubble tickled your face as he slowly parted your lips with his tongue; you both hummed, pulling each other closer, your hands holding his collar and his arms cradling you warmly. You broke the kiss, looking up into his eyes,

“I adore you too. More than you could ever know.”

Your hand snaked around to the back of Shane’s head and began playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. His lips twitched and he inhaled deeply before his eyes started darting around, taking in the messy kitchen around you both.

“Where the hell are we supposed to cook?” He chuckled and you felt it vibrate through your body from deep within his chest. You pursed your lips and hummed,

“How about… dining out tonight? The Stardrop?” You suggested with a tilt of your head. Shane smiled and you felt the muscles of his back relax against your hands.

“As long as it’s with you, I don’t care.”

A teasing smile danced upon your lips, “Are you sure? Because tomorrow your day is going to be full of honey-tasting.”

“Oh, I am more than okay with that.” He lowered his head, his drying hair falling over his forehead in gently waved clumps as his gaze caught yours, “Especially if the tasting ends with you.” Shane breathed and barked out a laugh at your steadily reddening face. You swallowed before exhaling, “Uh- Well, we- we better get ready and leave before Gus runs out of pepper poppers!” You shuddered as Shane dragged his fingers down your spine.

“Yeah, I guess dessert’ll have to wait until we get home.” He pressed another quick but heavy kiss to your lips before letting go and heading off to pull on his boots, leaving you breathless and hungry for more than just pepper poppers.

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mediumgayitalian · 9 months ago

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“Okay,” Will says, when they’re comfortably on the road. This early in the morning, Highway 17 is practically empty; nothing but sunny skies and clear air rushing through the open roof. The emptiness may also be attributed to the fact that it is a random Tuesday. “Pick a number between one and nine.”

“Uh, five.”

“Good choice, good choice.”

He opens the centre console, digging around Nico’s – well, and his, at this point – collection of CDs to find the right one. He makes a little noise of triumph when he finds it, blowing on the back and wiping it on his shirt before sliding it into the port.

“One half-assed polish isn’t gonna fix those scratches, Solace,” he teases.

“If you weren’t such an emo fuck, Playlist Five wouldn’t be so scratched.”

Nico laughs, conceding this round. Will looks inordinately pleased, nose scrunching along with his tiny smile even as Linkin Park starts blasting through the speakers, which he hates.

“Three songs ‘til Britney,” he grouches as Nico starts hollering along to Points of Authority. Nico shakes his head, still grinning – as if he didn’t make these playlists. If he is truly so miserable, he wouldn’t have put the song on at all.

(Nico knows, in the very back of his mind, that Will actually and truly cannot stand Linkin Park. To him, it’s not music at all. He has never been able to get into it, as much as he truly likes music of every genre. If Linkin Park is on this playlist, and they’re on more than one of the playlists Will has made specifically for their shared car rides, it’s because he cares about Nico more than he hates the band. Nico shoves this knowledge deep into the dustiest corners of his mind, because that’s more than he can afford to think about.)

The next couple hours pass by comfortably. There isn’t much to remark on the side of the road except the odd fruit stand, or farm advertising eggs and honey, so onward Nico drives. He keeps an eye on the odometer, but mostly trusts Will’s calculations. If he says they won’t need gas ‘til Anthony, wherever the hell that is, Nico believes him.

“Highway changes to the 98 through here,” Will says, nodding to the tiny sign that boasts nothing except Ft. Meade CITY LIMITS, right next to the giant banner half the size of the church it's attached to that reads, REPENT OR BURN.

Ah, Florida. Please one day change.

“Do I need to exit?”

“Nope, the road just changes to a different number.”

He eases off the gas as they approach the tiny town, watching carefully for state troopers. And, like, children, probably. So far he’s passed twelve gun ranges and one school, but whatever. He can have priorities, even if this garbage state doesn’t.

“Hm. 98 is a better number.”

“Absolutely not,” Will tells him, aghast. “17 is a prime number!”

“Ninety-eight is more fun to say. Also, prime numbers suck.”

“You take that back –”

Nico slides up his sunglasses, shaking his head fondly. Nerdiest nerd to ever nerd. He would be embarrassed if he wasn’t so endeared.

He presses back on the accelerator as they exit the town, turning up the music as Will’s rant ends. He shucks off his shoes – Feet off my goddamn dash, Solace – and curls up into his seat, burying himself in a book. Nico glances away from the road to try and read the title, but quickly gives up since the font is bright fucking purple, for some reason, and in some horrible looping shape that he knows will give him a migraine. All graphic designers should be in prison.

“Hey, there’s apparently a gator reserve forty-five minutes ahead.” Nico squints again at the book. Barely, he can make out “roadside” and “weird”. “‘Weird American Roadside Attractions’,” Will reads aloud, noticing Nico looking. “Such as a very nice and highly rated gator reserve –”

“No.”

“Road trip, Nico. Adventure.”

“I’m super happy to adventure away from living fucking dinosaurs, Solace.”

“Aw, come on, they’re kinda cute –”

“Two thousand pounds per square inch of jaw strength! You are the one who told me that!”

“You don’t think you could take one in a fight?”

Nico stares at his best friend incredulously. He’s got a thoughtful little frown on his face, looking at the sky as he contemplates. Nico notices, vaguely, that the shade of his irises is the exact same colour.

“No, I do not. Obviously.” He pauses. “You think you could take a fuckin’ gator?”

“I think it’s possible.”

“See, that’s crazy, because fifteen seconds ago I genuinely believed you were an intelligent person.”

“Do not lie to me and tell me you don’t have a list of animals you know you could take in a fight,” Will says, instead of rising to the bait. He waits, meeting Nico’s glare, eyebrows raised.

“An ostrich,” Nico admits, begrudgingly. “I feel like – one good punch to the throat –”

Will smiles smugly at him. “That’s what I thought.” He turns back to his book, fiddling with the corner of a page. “Also, ostriches are more closely related to dinosaurs than alligators. So. Check and mate, motherfucker.”

They pull into Anthony at around eleven, at pretty much exactly a quarter tank – just like Will predicted. He looks inordinately pleased about it, so Nico shoots off a quick prayer to the karma gods.

He trips on his way out of the Jeep. Nico smirks.

“I’m gonna go stretch my legs,” he says, unaware of Nico’s hand in his humbling. Nico waves him off, attention turned to the gas pump.

Annoyingly, as he pulls out his card and handles the pump, he remembers Will’s scrunched nose and pursed lips as he’d explained, when they were 16, how gas station pumps were frequently more germy than their toilets, and cleaned approximately one hundred percent less. Suddenly, his hand begins to feel grimey.

Twelve bags of chips, a gas station slushie, and a pair of clean hands later, Will is still nowhere to be found. Nico frowns, craning his neck to look around the tiny parking lot as if he somehow missed Will’s neon orange shirt the first time he looked. Still not catching sight of him, he walks hesitantly back to the Jeep, tucking his snacks away and biting his lip, contemplating. Will is both very fast and very easily distracted, but he has enough sense not to go too far in a random town five hours from home. If he sticks by the car and waits, Will’ll be back soon.

But, on the other hand, waiting is torture.

Easy decision, really.

He locks the door, hopes that no one will show up with a pair of wire cutters and a flathead screw driver, and sets off. The first thing he notices, and he adds it to his mental list of things to loudly complain about when Will is locked in the car with him, is that it is fucking sweltering. In the hours approaching the afternoon, the day has gone to pleasantly warm to so hot the air is actually thick with it, and he doesn’t have wind ripping through the open windows to cool him down. Plus, he’s wearing jeans, and for the first, and hopefully only, time in his life, he envies his friend’s cargo shorts.

The second thing he notices is that Anthony, Florida, is empty as shit. All the love in his heart to the people who call it home, but also, move, maybe. He’s hesitant to stray too far from the gas station, in case Will comes back and finds him gone, but there are no hills or anything. He can see quite far down the road. The only thing he sees is a possum starting a fight with a poor random guy – which, actually, is kind of fun to watch.

Perhaps he has judged Anthony too harshly.

“Nico!” shouts a voice, startling him. He whips around and finds Will, standing in the goddamn centre of the road, the dumbass, waving like a lunatic.

“There is no possible way I was going to miss you,” Nico informs him when he’s close enough. “You are approximately the height of the Washington monument. I could not miss you if I tried.”

“I wasn’t waving to get your attention, I was waving to shoo away the eagles that mistook you for a mouse.”

Nico kicks him in the shin. Will, well used to his violence, dodges, grinning, except in the act of hopping away from Nico’s dangerously hardy boots, he somehow wraps his foot around his own ankle and goes sprawling.

Nico smirks. “Who’s the short one now.”

Faster than he can even follow, Will’s hand darts out, wrapping around his ankle, and tugs, yanking him yelping on the asphalt next to him.

“Foul!”

“All’s fair in love and war, Neeks.”

Shut the fuck up shut the fuck up shut the fuck up, Nico screams at the alarm bells blaring in his brain, he doesn’t mean it like that and you know it oh shit he’s looking this way quick look normal look normal –

“I can do war if that’s what you want, Solace,” he manages, honestly quite proud of himself for managing speech with approximately fourteen percent of his brain still functioning. Damn.

“Yeah, yeah. Anyway.” He crawls to his feet, offering Nico a hand. He takes it, dutifully fighting the urge to pull Will down again, just to be an asshole. He’s cool like that, and most definitely being normal about the scrape of Will’s callused fingers against the inside of his forearm. “I found maybe the funniest thing I’ve ever seen, and I need you to come look at it immediately.”

“Sick,” Nico says, immediately intrigued. He and Will have their differences, sure, but if there’s one thing they can agree on it’s their sense of humour.

He follows will down the road, passing the gas station again. (His car, thankfully, remains in one piece and beautifully not-robbed.) They dark across an empty intersection, walking across a yellowed lawn as they approach a run-down, patchy, one-storey bungalow with a rusted sign that reads: The Iron Works.

“Behold,” says Will gleefully, “the Abstract Iron Centaur.”

And behold, Nico does.

Gaping, he observes the structure standing proudly under the sign. Striding proudly, rather, its front legs bent to simulate movement, its human arms poised as if ready to strike. It wears a medieval knight’s helmet, and holds a rusted axe. The entire structure is a little taller than Will, and made of, presumably, iron, rusted into a light roan red.

“Abstract Iron Centaur,” Nico repeats, after several minutes of silence.

Will still looks delighted. “It was in my book. I had no idea what to expect and also I didn’t believe it was real. Isn’t it the greatest thing you’ve ever seen?”

“It’s…something.”

“We gotta take a picture, Neeks. I never want to forget this thing.”

Nico allows himself to be pulled, still somewhat bewildered. It’s not even the oddest thing he’s ever seen, it’s just – he has many questions, like, for example, why? How long has this creature existed? How long will it persist? Who created it? Why is it in Will’s dorky book? Does it house a soul?

“Okay, squish in, this camera is older than your elderly ass and doesn’t have a timer.”

The familiar jab breaks him out of his stupor. “Seven months older than you, fucker.”

“Geriatric.”

Without warning, Will crowds them under the Abstract Iron Centaur’s lifted arm, and then presses his widely grinning cheek right flush to Nico’s, raising his beat-up camera to the air.

Nico’s brain goes static.

“Say cheese!”

“Hnngh,” says Nico, as the camera blinds him.

Luckily for his continuously worsening blood pressure, Will pulls away the second he hears the click, shaking the ejected negative to help it develop, and Nico has a second to remind his lungs that they have a function, actually, get your shit together, I am not dying in fucking Anthony, Florida.

“You look like a dork!” Will says, delighted. “Look!”

Blinking at the photo shoved one sixteenth of an inch from his eyeballs, Nico indeed looks. The Abstract Iron Centaur looks more foreboding on camera, somehow, but Nico barely notices it – instead, he finds his gaze drawn to the beam so wide it forces Will’s eyes shut, and the dazed, dopey look on his own face; eyes wide, mouth dropped, slightly, and posture undeniably leaning into Will’s magnetism.

Humming to himself, Will slips his wallet out of (one of) the (many) pocket(s) of his shorts, tucking the photo inside it. Nico melts into a puddle of goo on the dead grass. His mortal soul escapes his body, descending rapidly. His atoms return to star dust. Et cetera.

“Oh, shit, we gotta go if we want to reach Georgia in good time.”

“Right,” says Nico, voice cracking. He clears his throat and tries again. “Let’s go.”

He absolutely does not haul ass to his car. He walks at a normal pace, for normal reasons, thoughts in a normal place.

“Back on the 75,” Will instructs as they peel out, sliding sunglasses on his nose. “We gotta scoot around town a bit to get to the entrance, but it won’t take long.”

“D’you know this place?” Nico asks, even though he doubts it. As far as he knows, Will was outside of Sarasota one time: in the move from Austin. He supposes his mother might have had a concert up here, or something, and unusually, let him tag along, but he doubts it.

“Nah, just memorised the map.”

Nico hides a smile. “Oh, of course.”

It’s all too easy to tease Will, but there was a reason he was valedictorian. There’s a reason for his many shining scholarship offers, his endless well of ridiculous facts pulled from nowhere. He is, genuinely, the smartest person Nico has ever met.

Even if he genuinely believes he can fight an alligator and win.

“Two hours ‘til we cross state lines,” Will says brightly, shouting slightly over the wind as they merge onto the highway. “And then on to infinity!”

“Onto infinity,” Nico agrees, matching his smile.

Already, he’s proved Nico wrong. They’re farther now than Will has been since he was seven, and there’s nothing in his expression that suggests he wants to slow down.

Privately, and quietly, Nico lets himself start to hope.

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arcadianmoonshadowjedi · 4 months ago

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Rayllum Month 2024: A Prince and His Princess

Super late I know 😭 I’ve been away these past couple of days and haven’t had the time focus entirely on writing so it took me longer than usual to be able to finish this fic. I hope you enjoy this and please excuse any typo you might find 😅 I plan on finishing the Magic Prompt next and hopefully post that before S6 comes out 🤞🏽

Callum watched the training session in the courtyard from the balcony after finishing the meeting with Ezran and the rulers accompanied by their advisors from the other kingdoms earlier than expected. He admiringly watched his wife leading the training session for the knights along with Soren and couldn’t help but grin.

“Ok, now,” Rayla started. “Today, I will demonstrate how to disable your opponent by sweeping their leg, and Soren will be leading this demonstration with me,” She threw a smirk towards the crown guard who scoffed back comically. Callum chuckled as he reminisced his training session with Soren, when he tried to use that move and got told it wasn’t a thing in sword fighting, only to see Rayla successfully use it not too long after.

Rayla and Soren finally faced each other, then began to parry. As They pranced back and force and their swords kept clashing, Rayla explained each and every step along the way. Then Rayla successfully kicked Soren’s sword out of his hands and quickly slid her own beneath his feet. In the next instant, Soren was lying on his back.

“Ugh, I still need to work on countering that,” he groaned as he sat up. Rayla stood over him grinning victoriously.

“Haha yeah!” Callum cheered on from a distance, still weirded out by seeing Soren be the one on the ground. Rayla looked up in his direction, smiled and blew him a kiss.

The guards all stared in awe as Rayla looked back and bowed down in their direction. “Alright now, each of you will partner up and take turns practicing. Soren will be watching over your training as I have other important matters to handle now,” She nodded to Soren and walked over towards the stairway as swords clashed behind her. When she finally reached the top, she hugged and kissed her eager husband.

“How was the royal affairs meeting?” She asked, her hands in his.

“Eh, stuffy as always,” he answered. “But hey, it ended sooner than expected so I was able to come watch a little bit of your training session and you outmatch Soren,” he chuckled. Rayla smiled and jokingly rolled her eyes.

“Hey tell you what,” Callum continued, gently grabbing Rayla’s waist. “Can you do me a favor and wait for me in our room? There’s something important I need to show you,”

“Ooh is it a surprise?” Rayla smiled as she asked cunningly, wrapping her arms around his neck. Callum looked at her nervously then scratched the back of his head.

“Ugh can’t talk now! I’ll see you later,” he finally dashed past her and she smiled at him softly.

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Rayla was more than excited to finally get to bond with her baby girl Amaris, constantly making goofy faces and planting kisses all over her tiny face.

“Who’s a wee cutie, hmm? Who’s a wee cutie?!” Rayla asked her baby playfully before blowing raspberries into her itty bitty belly. Little Amaris’s squeals and laughs grew louder with each second and her dazzling green eyes twinkled with excitement.

The door finally opened and Callum walked in, hiding something in one hand behind his back.

“Daddy’s here,” Rayla said softly as she walked over to him. With his empty hand, he reached towards Amaris’s face and squeezed her chubby cheek.

“Aww there’s my wuvley widdle princess!!” He exclaimed as he reached to kiss the squealing infant. He then looked up and smiled at Rayla, who was gently shaking Amaris. He finally revealed what was in his other hand and Rayla’s eyes widened in wonder.

“Is that..” Rayla gasped when she took a closer look. That familiar sweet and fruity aroma filled her nose.

“No! You did not!” She put her hand on her gaping mouth.

“Moonberry Surprise!” Callum finished for her joyfully. “Made by non other than Barius!”

Rayla couldn’t find any words to say. She only found herself leaning forward to kiss his cheek.

“Callum! You truly are the best husband anyone can ask for!”

They walked over to their bed and Rayla laid a cooing Amaris down. Rayla couldn’t stop gaping and drooling as Callum cut open the cake revealing the slowly trickling moonberry jelly filled with tiny fruit chunks. He brought with him two forks and plates for each of them to eat together in bed.

After Callum put a slice on each of their plates, he grabbed a fork and cut off a piece from Rayla’s plate, then reached for her mouth.

“How is it?” He asked. Rayla chewed and felt the vanilla frosting blending with the sweet and mildly sour moonberry flavor in her mouth.

“Callum this is the BEST moonberry surprise I’ve ever had in my life!”

Callum chuckled at her. “You’re kidding right? You’ve definitely had better ones in the Silvergrove,”

“Mmmm, nope! This one has Barius’s special touch and it was a gift from you. Nothing in all of Xadia could beat that,”

“Well I would do anything for my princess,”

Callum reached to gently grab her chin. Rayla let out a soft laugh but looked down awkwardly. She reached for her plate, slid her finger through the thick red jelly and stuck her finger in Amaris’s tiny mouth, with the baby grabbing her mother’s finger with all five of her fingers as she sucked the jelly. Callum looked at her curiously but he immediately understood. He reached for his daughter’s hair and softly rolled her tiny silver curls around his finger.

“You’re still not used to the title, aren’t you?” He asked calmly, eventually moving his finger to caress Amaris’s stubby little horn.

“I guess not, not really. It just sounds…too regal” Rayla answered him, feeding more jelly to her daughter. Callum then reached out and grabbed Rayla’s hand.

“Yeah I get it,” he started. “When my mom married my stepdad, I became a prince right away. But growing up, it never really stood with me. You know? Because I wasn’t born a prince and all that. Not to mention all the stuff I had to learn and do because it was expected of a prince. I felt like the title just…put me above other people and it just didn’t feel right, you know? Even being called the high mage still felt… weird. But I always reminded myself of my stepdad calling himself a servant of Katolis, that it is was his duty to serve every single person and creature in this kingdom and to make sure they had everything they needed. He reminded me that our titles in this castle don’t make us better than everyone else, but they’re reminders of our own responsibilities to everyone. What we do to help others. And Rayla?” He finally reached to hold her cheek, with Rayla lovingly putting her hand on top of his. “Knowing you and knowing how much you care for others and always want to help, I don’t think there’s anyone I know of that’s more qualified than you are,”

Rayla’s violet eyes widened and shined as she heard more his words. She felt herself leaning and melting more into his big warm hand on her face.

“Callum,” she started calmly. “Somehow, you just have a way to bring out the best in even the worst of things,” she sighed relaxingly. She then grabbed a fork, took a piece from Callum’s plate, then reached for his mouth. Callum bit off of it, but Rayla smirked then lifted the fork; taking Callum by surprise and getting jelly stained frosting smeared over his lips.

“Hey! You meant to do that!” Callum joked as Rayla laughed at his cute mischievous frown.

“Here I got it for you,” She chuckled, then leaned forward to place her lips on his, sucking off the smudged deliciousness. When she slightly backed away, Callum felt her giggle and smile against his lips. He chuckled back then leaned forward to kiss her now smudged lips. They wrapped their arms around each other and made out passionately as they also enjoyed the sweet flavor of each other’s lips.

When they finally pulled away, they leaned their foreheads against each other’s and stared into each other’s eyes tenderly. They then burst into laughter and laid back onto the bed. They looked towards their daughter and found her already fast asleep despite all the noise they were making. Callum carried the sleeping infant and went to place her in her crib, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. He then joined Rayla back in bed to cuddle and eventually doze off.

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jamneuromain · 16 days ago

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Fantasea Friday Week 4

(Is it Week 4 already?)

A/N: Brace yourselves y'all.

Warning: Uhh there's nothing subtle about this so here we go: PISS, Squirt kink. Perv!Ghost

Thinking about thin walls and a bathroom. You drank a venti cup of coffee or coke during the movie and now you were desperate to relieve your bladder as you practically jogged from the cinema to your flat.

You flung the bathroom door open only to find Ghost's back facing you, and a steady stream aiming at the toilet.

Your face instantly went up in flames as your eyes accidentally met his naked ass, his naked back, his naked... body!

"Oh my fucking God! I'm terribly sorry!" You cried out, slamming the door shut.

Ghost huffed out a few low chuckles, finishing up, which was actually, flushing and putting down the toilet seat, because his Mum didn't raise him to be a cunt - and emerging from the bathroom.

You tapped your foot on the ground nervously, eyes refusing to meet his and instead your vision - when he opened the door - was filled with the image of him adjusting his bathing towel that loosely surrounded his waist. And the bulge. That fucking-damn bulge.

"I'm really really sorry but I really have to use the bathroom-" You hastily apologized and dashed into the toilet.

Bladder, emptying. As you let out a shaky exhale.

The bathroom had traces of his previous shower. The runny drain. The awfully rich smell of his either 6 in 1 or 8 in 1 shower gel. The used-up aftershave bottle in the bin.

And the water vapor.

All humid and sticky and masculine.

It reminded you of the sight just now, where you thought you might have had a small peek over the thick -

Perhaps your brain was helpfully piecing the picture together, or altering it, you dared not think further.

Ghost, on the other hand, paused by the bathroom door. He didn't have super hearing but the thin walls didn't do much to block the sound from the inside. The sound of stream hitting the toilet bowl. Your exhale of relief. And the tearing of you snatching the toilet paper.

He vaguely remembered - no, he remembered that you were off to watch a chick flick with your friends. Some romantic movie about the story of a florist and a CEO or some ridiculous shit. Though the glimpse of you was short, he never failed to notice the little details on your face: reddened eyes, pale lips, smeared make-up on your cheek, all pointed to the fact that you cried.

And yet he couldn't help but link the scene from the sound, of you, in the bathroom, with puffy eyes.

Thinking about the way that you could make the same little noises on his tattooed arm, the way you would gush from his fingers, wetting the sheets...

"Simon?" You spoke up hesitantly, after hearing a cough from the otherside of the bathroom door.

Shoot. Busted. Simon - Ghost - Simon cleared his throat again, after choking on his own spit just now, trying his best not to sound like a eavesdropping perv from imagining the filthiest sex with his friend - you.

"Yeah, um, meaning to ask you, I'm heading out in five. Do you need anything else beside this grocery list on the fridge?"

Real smooth, Simon Riley, really smooth.

He cursed himself silently.

#jnmwrites #fantasea friday #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader

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oneweirdbookaddict · 1 year ago

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Whumptober day seven!

Wild needs help and Wind needs to find him.

536 words

No warnings, let me know if that should change!

“Wind.”

He jolts awake, squinting dazedly at the empty room.

“Wind?”

He frowns, looking over at his necklace, on the little table next to the bed he’s laying on. “Wild?”

“Wind! Wind- I need help- I need… help me.” Wild’s voice is pleading, distant, afraid.

Fear stabs into him, and he fumbles for the necklace, nearly dropping it.

“What happened? Where are you? It’s ok, I’ll find you, just…”

“Hello?” Wild says, voice shaking. “Can you hear me?”

“I can hear you, Wild, where are you?” He pleads, desperation spilling into his voice.

“ ‘m bleeding… ‘m bleeding-”

“Where are you?!” He pratically shouts, eyes pricking.

“ ‘m sorry… ‘m sorry-”

“Hey- hey, no one’s mad, I’m not upset, but you need to tell me where you are.”

“Cave- dark, rocks- fell. Woods… left… to cave…”

“Ok, ok… you found a cave? Are you still there?”

“Yeah. Rocks… fell.” Wild groans.

“Ok… ok, I’m goin to find you, Wild, it’s going to be alright, you’ll be ok.”

“Hurts… it hurts…”

“I’m on my way, Wild, just keep telling me about where you are. Where did you go? What was around the cave?”

“Couldn’t sleep… left town. Followed path… big cliff. Cave. Wind- Wind- help-”

“I’m coming for you, Wild, it’s alright, I’m going to find you. I’ve-”

“I think… ‘m gonna… pass out.” Wild says weakly, voice trembling.

“No! No, no, don’t do that, just keep talking, ok? Keep talking, you need to tell me about where you’re at. How far in the cave did you go? Wild?”

“Not… far. Lil’ bit.”

He’s cramming his boots onto his feet as he listens, standing and grabbing his bag before running out the door of the inn. Into the cool night, dashing through town, following the path Wild had mentioned using the moonlight.

“Wild. Keep talking, uh… How come you couldn’t sleep?”

“Full… moon.” Wild breathes. His voice is so weak. “ ‘m… r’lly tired now, though…”

“You have to stay awake, you need to be able to answer any questions I have. I’m sorry, Champ, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t super important.”

Silence.

“Wild?”

“Mm?”

A weak hum.

“Wild, talk to me. Tell me… tell me about full moons. Why don’t you like them?”

“Moon… red. In my… era. Brings- monsters. Bad.”

“The moon is red?”

“Mhm…”

“And it brings-” he falters as he sees a cliff, legs picking up pace as he frantically scans the area for a cave entrance.

“W’nd?”

“Yeah, Wild, I’ve almost-”

“Can’t… st’y… ‘wake.”

“Wild keep your eyes open.” He warns, but his voice shakes.

“C’nt… ‘m sorry…”

“I’m going to find you. I’m in the cave, Wild. I’m right here, I’ll be with you in a few minutes. Just stay awake a little longer, please. It’s gonna be ok, once I find you you can rest all you want, for a week if you want, just stay awake for now. Please. Ok?”

Nothing.

“Wild?”

Radio silence.

He takes a steadying breath, ignoring the trembling all over his body.

“Wild. Answer me.”

There’s nothing. No response, no sounds, no nothing.

“Shit. Shit. Shit, Wild, I’m coming for you, please be ok.” He whispers, walking as quickly as he’s safely able to down the cave.

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#whumptober2023 #no. 7 #radio silence #can you hear me #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu wild #Wild Lu #linked universe wild #Wild linked universe #wind lu #lu wind #wind linked universe #linked universe wind #my writing

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punkette1026 · 1 year ago

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Mariquita

Summary:

After a long day at work, you come home to find your boyfriend in a comprising situation. Your best friend Frankie shows you how to love again.

Rating: 18+ smut smut smut

Hello everyone, rewrites for Maintainence of Love are going great. Wrote this in the meantime as Frankie has been on my mind. I hope you like it.

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

Sleep, that’s all you could think about right now. You had stayed up all night studying for a test that ended up getting cancelled at the last minute and instead of going home to sleep, your boss had called you short-handed and you ended up working a double which turned into a shit show. You ended up dropping several plates, took dishes to the wrong table, and a group of teenagers decided to dine and dash and that meant you had to pay for their meals with your tip money for the night.

You were completely fed up and all you wanted to do was cuddle up on the couch with your boyfriend of two years, Matt, and watch a movie. You just hoped that your best friend and Matt’s roommate Frankie wasn’t home. It wasn’t like you had anything against Frankie. You both were super close and always hung out whether it was having lunch at school, doing homework or just needed someone to talk to when you were both feeling down. Tonight though, you just wanted to spend time with Matt. Both of your schedules had been extremely busy the last month and you rarely saw each it seemed.

Tiredly taking the keys out of your purse to Matt’s apartment, you were expecting to get a warm welcome, but instead you were greeted by darkness with the only source of light coming from beneath Matt’s bedroom door. It didn’t even look like Frankie was home either as his door was closed and his door was shut.

“Matt, honey,” you called out to him as you set your stuff down on the counter. Walking over to Matt’s door, you gave it a little knock and called out to him again, “Matt it’s me. I’m coming in.”

Just like the rest of the apartment, it was completely empty. Where the hell was, he?

You were about to turn around and leave, but a noise coming from the bathroom caught your attention, “Matt, you there?”

“H-hey babe you’re early,” you heard Matt shout from the bathroom. “I’ll be right out. Why don’t you go make us something to eat while I finish up in here.”

You couldn’t help but notice the nervous tone in his voice. “Matt, I’m super tired. Can we just order something and watch a movie. I’ve had a really bad day.”

“Umm…yeah, we can do that. Why don’t you go take care of that and I’ll be out in a minute. Order whatever you want, my treat.”

You still had an unsure feeling in the pit of your stomach, but as you turned to leave, the sound of an object falling and the sound of some sort of whispering, stopped you in your tracks, “What are you doing in there? Can you just come out here and talk to me? It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before.” You moved closer to the door and could hear feet shuffling on the tiled floor, “Matt, what is going on?”

“I…I…I just got out of the shower okay. I don’t want to let the warm air out. You know how Frankie likes to keep the air on. Just go put that movie on and I’ll be right there.”

Again, something didn’t seem right to you. Matt was being real shady. Not caring if he was going to be mad at you, you went back over to the door and lucky or unlucky for you, the door was unlocked and when you flung it open, what you saw made your jaw drop and made your stomach sick. Standing in nothing but a towel was Matt and behind him was some blond trying unsuccessfully to climb out the bathroom window.

“Baby, I can explain, it’s not what it looks like,” Matt tried to argue, but it was too late. With tears in your eyes, you turned around to leave. However he was right behind you leaving his lady friend in bathroom, “Baby will you just stop and listen! She means nothing to me, I swear. It was just a spur of the moment thing. Will you just stop!”

He reached out and grabbed you by the arm. “Let go of me!” you shouted as you tried your best to pull away. “I don’t need to hear anything from you Matt. You are a cheating asshole. Now let me go!”

“But baby I…”

“Hey!” came a loud deep voice from the other end of the hall. You turned and saw Frankie standing there shirtless with his curly hair sticking up. It was clear that he had been in his bedroom the entire time asleep. “I believe she said to let her go Matt, so let her go now!”

Matt quickly did as he was told and took a step back holding his hands up in defense, “Okay, okay I let go. Now can we just talk about this please!”

“There is nothing to talk about Matt!” you shouted at him again not caring who heard you. “You are nothing more than a lying, dirty, nasty cheater!”

“Wait what?” Frankie asked really confused on what he walked into. “You two have been going at it for the past two hours now and now suddenly, he’s cheating? Can someone explain to me what is going on?” With all the noise he heard coming from Matt’s bedroom, it was odd to hear you fighting.

“Two hours? Two hours? You bastard! How could you?!” Your hurt turned into anger as you slapped Matt across the face.

Thankfully for him, before you could hit him again, Frankie came up from behind you, pulling you into his bare chest. “Calm down mariquita,” he whispered his nickname for you into your ear. “You need to tell me what is going on.”

“That wasn’t me, Frankie,” you told him turning around in his arms, your tears streaming down your face. “I’ve been at work all day. This dumbass told me to come over after work and now when I’m totally drained, I find him sneaking his tramp out the bathroom window.”

“Hey who are you calling a tramp?” Matt’s mistress finally spoke up as she poked her head out from his room. Guess her window escape didn’t work after all.

“You fucking slut, you don’t get to talk!” Your eyes grew red with rage as you rushed the homewrecker. You got close enough to almost snatch her hair before Frankie grabbed you again, “You’re lucky Frankie is here otherwise I would rip that fake ass wig off your head!”

The blond flinched and quickly ran to hide behind Matt which angered you further. But before you could attack again, Frankie spoke up being the voice of wisdom, “Look if you value your life, I would get the hell out of here. I don’t think I can keep holding her back for much longer and when I do let go, I’m not liable for what she may do to you.” With fear in her eyes, the blond seemed to get the point, because she ran out of the apartment in the blink of an eye.

Once she was gone, Matt tried to smooth things over, “Look baby I…”

“Such your damn mouth,” Frankie snapped at him as he let you go. He then slowly stalked Matt, cornering him up against the wall, towering over him with his massive frame.

The image stirred something deep inside of you. Seeing Frankie in his protective mode with his muscles tensing up was enough to make your mouth water. You couldn’t help but feel those feelings that you stored away start to creep up.

“You lost the right to call her baby when you decided to stick that pathetic excuse that you call a dick into another woman. You’re lucky I don’t beat the living fuck out of you right now,” Frankie hissed at him.

Beads of sweat began to run down Matt’s face as he tried to think of a way out the situation, he found himself in. “Okay, look, I made a mistake, I’ll admit that. I’m not going to deny it anymore, but I promise you that this was the one and only time that I cheated. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If you give me another chance, I promise you that this will never happen again.”

You walked up to him and laughed, “You honestly think I would still want to be with you Matt. You broke my heart. Was I not good enough for you? Did I not satisfy you enough that you had to go find it in someone else? I fucking gave you everything Matt and all you did was rip my heart out. I…I never want to see again, and I hope you rot in hell.” Not being able to hold your tears back anymore, you turned and ran into Frankie’s room to get away. You didn’t want him to you shed anymore tears on him.

So consumed in your feelings and trying to process everything that just happened, you didn’t hear the thump of heavy footsteps coming into the bedroom or the bed sink as Franke sat down next to your shaking body. “Shit mariquita, c’mere,” he sighed sympathetically as he pulled your limp body into his arms. “Just let it out mariquita, just let it out. I got you.”

“I loved him, Frankie. I loved him.”

“I know you did. I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.”

“Am...am I an idiot? Am I unlovable? Why does everyone I love hurt me and leave!”

Sitting you up a little bit more, Frankie took your chin into his hand and lifted your head. “Look at me mariquita, look at me. Never say that about yourself ever again. You are not an idiot, and you are worthy of love. Never sell yourself short like that again. Do you understand me? I’m still here and I am not going anywhere.”

You looked up into those big brown puppy dog eyes that you loved so much and saw that dimple that drove you crazy peeking out. The first time you saw it, you went in the knees. Raising your hand to cup his cheek, you couldn’t help but notice his facial hair had started to grow in except for a patch that was shaped like a heart. You don’t know why you didn’t notice that before, but now it was forever sealed in your memory. “Frankie?

“Yeah?”

“Promise me…promise me that you won’t ever leave me.”

“I just said…”

“No, I mean promise me that you won’t. It’s one thing to say that, but it’s another to promise me that you’ll always be there no matter what.” If Frankie were to leave, you might as well be non-existent.

Taking your hand into his, Frankie brought it up to his bare chest and placed it over his heart, “Mariquita, I, Francisco Morales, promise you that I will never ever leave you or do anything to hurt you. I will always be there no matter what. You are my best friend in the entire world, and you forever changed my life when you chased me around bio lab with a tub full of ladybugs.” That’s where your nickname Mariquita came from. He let it slip that he was afraid of bugs, and you were quick to exploit his fear in a funny joking way.

He then leaned down and rested his forehead on yours and looked deeply into your eyes. You could see his mind running a thousand miles a minute. His words were so beautiful, and you knew he meant every word he said. He would never lie to you, and he would never hurt you. Frankie Morales was a very good man.

“Thank you, Frankie. I really needed to hear that.”

“Anytime Mariquita and for the record, you will find someone out there that deserves you. Someone that will treat you with respect, someone that will marry you, and give you the family that you have always wanted. He is out there. Sometimes you just gotta look right in...”

Unfortunately, he was cut off by the sound of the front door opening and closing. “Was that...was that Matt?”

“It better be. I told that jackass that he had five minutes to get dressed, pack a bag, and get out,” Frankie huffed. “He is lucky that I didn’t kiss his goddamn ass.”

“As much as I would like to see that, he’s your roommate Frankie. You said it yourself; you can’t afford the rent on this place by yourself.” You didn’t want to see Frankie struggle just because Matt was an idiot.

Frankie just started to laugh as a naughty grin appeared on his face, “Well it’s a good thing I’m moving then. Already talked to the landlord and paid what I owed for the rest of this month. Come the first of the month, Matt is going to have a few more problems. I was going to let him know in the morning, but now, I guess he is going to have to find out the hard way.”

Leave it Frankie to always blow your mind. “What do you mean you’re moving? To where and why?”

“I’m not going that far. A friend of mine told me about an apartment that was available. It is way cheaper and closer to you actually.”

“Closer? How close?”

That damn dimple appeared again as Frankie bit his lower lip, “Say maybe two floors below you.”

Your eyes grew wide and without thinking you threw your arms around his neck, “Oh my gosh, are you serious? You’re really moving into my building?”

“Yep, already signed a lease and everything. All I have to do is pack and I’m out of here.”

“I’m so happy for you Frankie! Now we’ll be able to see more of each other. I bet you can’t wait to have your own bachelor pad. All the girls are going to want to come over,” You didn’t know why you said the last part and you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous at the thought of seeing Frankie with another girl.

Frankie shook his head and nervously ran his hand through his hair, “Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to happen. I’m just to busy with work these days and besides, there is a particular girl that I’m interested in.”

��Umm...excuse me,” you said in disbelief. Frankie usually told you everything, but this, this was new. “What girl, do I know her?”

“I mean you might. We do have a few classes together. I...I really have feelings for her that I didn’t know existed. She is the definition of perfect. She is smart, funny, beautiful, all of it. She knows what she wants in life and isn’t afraid of taking chances and doing what she loves. When we talk, I feel like she fully understands me and actually listens to what I have to say. There is just one problem.”

“A problem? How can there be a problem? It sounds like you’re really in love there Morales,” you tried your best to keep your jealousy and hurt at bay. It was obvious he was in love. You could see it on his face when he was talking about this mystery girl.

“The problem is that she just broke up with her long-time boyfriend. I don’t want to tell her how I feel and push her into anything before she heals from her breakup. Not to mention, she doesn’t even know that I have feelings for her,” Frankie sighed.

You reached out and took his hand into yours, “Damn Frankie, yeah that’s a tough one. You’re right in not wanting to push her into anything, but you can’t deny your feelings either. You need to tell her how you feel. Maybe let her know that even if she doesn’t reciprocate the same feelings, you will be there to support her through her breakup as a really good friend. Because let’s face it Frankie, you are one of the greatest friends in the world. You are always so supportive.”

“Do...do you think that will work? It won’t scare her away?”

“I mean it may startle her at first, but I’m sure if she is how, you describe her, she will understand. If someone came up to me right now and told me there was another person out there that wanted me besides Matt, that was willing to be there for me and show me how to love again, I would certainly want to know. It would make me feel less like a loser right now. It would give me hope,” you smiled sadly.

Once again Frankie tilted your head up to look like him, “Hey don’t say that, Mariquita. You have no reason to feel that way remember. Matt is the one that messed up not you. You are so strong mariquita and you deserve nothing but happiness and...and...”

“And what?”

“Love mariquita, you deserve nothing but love,” he then got down on his knees in front of you.

“Frankie, what are you doing?”

“Listening to your advice,” Frankie whispered to you. “Mariquita, I have a confession to make. I love you. I always have and I always will. I loved you from the very first time that I laid my eyes on you. You are so kind to everyone you meet; your laugh brightens up the room, and you know how to make people feel special in the world. Matt fucked up and fucked up bad. He let go the greatest opportunity of a lifetime. He lost the opportunity of spending the rest of his life with you. He lost the chance to marry you and make your wildest dreams come true. I can do that for you, mariquita and more. All you have to do is give me a chance. And I know you may not feel the same way as me but...”

You cut him off, your lips smashed against his, causing both of you to fall to the floor. At first Frankie was completely shocked, but as you kept kissing him, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him a little more, making you grind on him. “Fuck Frankie,” you gasped breaking the kiss.

“I..shit, I’m sorry,” he began to apologize and tried to wiggle out from beneath you. You could see panic start to kick in.

“Hey, hey it’s okay,” you tried to calm him. “I was the one that kissed you remember. You have nothing to be sorry for Frankie. But...but is what you said true. Do you really love me?”

Frankie with his arms still wrapped around you, sat up trying carefully to not knock you off his lap, “Yes mariquita, I meant it all. My biggest regret in life was introducing you to Matt. When he told me that you two were dating, I was devastated. I knew that it should have been me and not him.”

“Why didn’t you say anything Frankie? I was only interested in Matt because I thought you didn’t want me,” you sighed.

“Are...are you serious?” Frankie cocked his eyebrow in the way that drove you crazy.

“Yes, Frankie, you are every woman’s dream. You listen to everything I have to say, and you remember every detail. You know exactly what to do when I’m feeling down. You watch sappy rom coms with me, and you even know what snacks to bring me when I’m on my period for crying out loud. You got it all Frankie and not to mention, you are really freaking hot.”

A blush came upon Frankie’s cheeks, “You...you think I’m hot?”

“God yes Frankie! Those damn eyes of yours get me in trouble every time I look at you. However, the thing that drives me crazy the most, is how big you are.” Frankie raised his eyebrow again and you knew exactly what he was thinking. “Not like that weirdo. I mean like how big you are body wise. I love how you tower over me and make me feel small yet make me feel so protected all at once. I love how you wrap your arms around me and keep me warm. Not even Matt could do that, Frankie. Deep down I’ve always knew you were the one for me.”

You could feel Frankie’s heart beating out of his chest as you ran your hands up his torso and wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your forehead on his. “Can...can I kiss you again?” he asked softly. You slowly nodded as your voice suddenly got lost. You could see his brown eyes start to darken.

Pulling your head down to him, Frankie firmly placed another kiss on your lips. Fireworks began to go off in your mind. It was like everything stopped and you were the only ones that existed on the planet. Parting your lips slightly, you allowed his very eager tongue entrance and just like the first kiss, Frankie pulled you closer to him causing you to grind on his growing length. Just from the feeling of it against the hem of your jeans, you could tell that he was certainly gifted. The thought alone was enough to make your panties wet.

“F...Frankie,” you moaned into his mouth.

“Yes mariquita?”

“I...I...I need you.”

Hearing that caused Frankie to pull away to make sure he heard you correctly, “Wh...what? Are you sure? We don’t need to do this now. I can wait.”

Fuck, his care, and concern for you was such a turn on. Reaching down to the hem of your shirt, you pulled the material off over your head, revealing your bra covered breasts underneath. You knew your words would be enough to convince him, but you wanted to show him how much you needed him. “I’ve never been more sure in my life Frankie, please.”

Without any hesitation, Frankie smashed his lips against yours once again before kissing him way up your jaw to your ear, “You are so fucking beautiful Mariquita. I promise I’m going to make you feel good.”

He then pushed your bra strap down as he bit and sucked on the base of your neck doing his best to mark you as his and you didn’t mind one bit. Wanting to feel more of his mouth on you, you reached behind you and unclasped your bra letting your bare breasts fall free.

“Jesus Christ,” Frankie moaned once he saw what you had done. “They’re so fucking gorgeous. So perfect and all for me,” he then leaned down and one breast into his mouth while he circled the hardening nipple of the other. You loved the way he held them in his massive hands.

“Shit Frankie” you cried out at the sensation. If his mouth felt this great on your tits, you couldn’t wait to see what else he could do.

As he pulled away, you couldn’t help but let out a whimper at the loss of the feeling. “Don’t worry mariquita, I’ll make you feel good again. Finish getting undressed and get on the bed.”

You felt a rush if wetness hit your panties. His dominant tone came out of nowhere and you absolutely loved it. Standing on shaky legs, you did want you were told and began to take off your jeans. You fumbled with the button at first but once you popped it open and pulled down the zipper, you turned around slowly pulled them down your ass, giving Frankie a show of the red laced thong underneath.

You didn’t even hear him come up from behind as a sharp slap on your ass cheek cause you to gasp and jump back into him. “Mmm...do you know what you are doing to me,” he groaned into your ear as he grinded against your ass.

“Like what you see Papi,” you giggled pushing back against him.

“Fuck yeah, I do. You’re so fucking beautiful. Like a goddess,” he replied running his hand down your torso till he reached your covered sex. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time. I’ve had dreams of this and had to wake up and fuck my hand because of you. Fucking Temptress.”

He then dipped his hand inside feeling the soft skin of your pussy against his hand. You thanked the stars that you had shaved that morning. “Relax mariquita, let me feel how wet you get for me,” he coached you as he spread your lips and ran his finger against your leaking entrance. You felt him slip his middle finger inside of you, causing you to moan out in pleasure and throw your head back onto his shoulder. “That’s it, open up for me.”

“F...fuck Frankie!”

“It’s okay Mariquita, I got you. It’s okay to let go for me. I wanna hear you come for me. Just let go,” he then pushed his palm down roughly against for clit. The added pressure caused that warm tingling sensation began to rise in the pit of your stomach. You began to thrust your hips into his hand as he added another finger and increased his pace.

“F...Frankie, I’m...I’m gonna come...”

“Good girl, that’s right. Let me feel you squeeze my fingers.”

Hearing Frankie’s words of encouragement was enough to push you ever the edge. You came hard, screaming his name in pleasure. You pussy gripping his fingers tight, “Frankie!”

He didn’t stop until you were completely spent. His arm had come around you and held you upright, so you didn’t fall to the floor. “That was amazing mariquita. You did so good, and you taste amazing,” through your semi closed eyes, you watched as he sucked your release off his fingers, not wasting one bit. “Now get those panties off and get into bed. We aren’t finished yet.”

Doing what you were told, you dropped the remainder of your clothing and got into his bed spread out as you impatiently waited for him. Frankie walked over to the side of the bed slowly like a lion stalking his prey as he rubbed himself through his shorts. You could see the head of him peaking out and smearing pre cum all over the hairs of his happy trail. He gave himself one more good stroke before he stopped and pushed his shorts down to the floor.

“Jesus, Frankie,” you gasped as you saw him for the first time, and it certainly didn’t disappoint. He was long, thick, and so engorged that you could see the veins bulging out. You wanted nothing more than to take him down your throat just to see if you could do it. Frankie Morales was definitely the biggest that you had.

“Like what you see?” he asked as he climbed up on the bed and sat on his knees in front of you. You didn’t trust your voice, so you nodded in response. Frankie scooted close to you and parted your legs to take a real good look at your pussy. He let out a deep groan as it was glistening in the light with a rosy, pink hue to it. Your lips were plump, and he could see your clit crying out for his attention. “Last chance mariquita, are you sure you want this? I need to hear you say it.”

“Y-yes Frankie please. I want, no need, you to fuck me please!”

“Good girl, just let me know if it gets too much for you,” he parted your legs further so he can climb in between them with his massive frame. Taking second with his head between your legs, he bent down and gave your pussy a good lick, lapping up some of your juices. “Damn,” he groaned loving the way it tasted. “I want to eat you till you scream, but I don’t think I can last much longer. Want you so bad, mariquita.”

“Then have me,” you replied as you pulled him up to you.

“We’ll go slow okay. It will feel good, I promise,” he leaned down and gave you one last kiss before he reached down in between you and placed himself at your entrance. As he slowly pushed himself inside, you couldn’t help but wince at his size stretching you open. “Breathe, mariquita, breathe, almost there,” he whispered kissing below your ear.

You took a deep breath and tried your hardest to relax as you felt yourself becoming more and more full. Soon the stretching and the stinging began to fade, and your body responded by thrusting up against him as Frankie buried himself fully inside.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes Frankie, but please move. I need you to move!”

Frankie chuckled nipping at your chin and did what he was told. He pulled himself out halfway before snapping his hips forward, burying himself again. This was the pace and the rhythm that he kept for a while, leaving squirming underneath.

“Please”

“Please what? Tell me what you need?”

“Need…need you to move faster please.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

You frustratedly took his face into his and looked deep into his eyes, “For the thousandth time Frankie, yes, I am sure. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life. Now will you please fuck me. Make me yours.”

That seemed to light a fire under him because without warning, he took your hands into his raised them over your head before he started thrusting into you at a brutal pace. “Is this what you want? You want me to fuck you like this?”

“God yes Frankie! Just like that, just like that!”

“You’re so fucking tight mariquita. Gripping me so tight. Wanna feel you cum all around me. Can you that for me?��

You knew you were almost there, but needed a little more help reaching that limit, “Need you to touch me, Frankie. Please touch my clit.”

“Show me how mariquita. Show me how to touch you.”

You took his hand and brought it down to your throbbing clit showing how you liked to be touch. The added pressure from both of your hands was enough to send you over the top. “I’m…I’m going to cum Frankie. Don’t stop!”

“Never, mariquita. Now cum for me.”

That was all you needed as your eyes rolled in the back of your head and your toes curled. “Oh, shit Frankie!”

“Fuck yeah, I feel you. Gripping me so good mariquita,” Frankie groaned into your shoulder. He knew that he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. “I’m gonna cum soon. Where do I…”

“In me,” You cut him off. “Want it inside. I’m on the pill Frankie I swear. Feel me up please!”

That set him off and after a few sloppy thrusts, he slammed into you one last time before he came filling you to the brim, “Shit mariquita.”

You laid there in pure orgasmic bliss. Frankie’s added cum to your already full pussy was pure heaven. Everything at that moment felt right. Just you and him.

“You…you, okay?” he checked in as he tried lifted his tired head up to look at you.

“I’m fine baby. That…that was incredible. As much as love feeling you on me, it’s getting kind of hard to breath,” you chuckled.

“Oh, shit sorry.”

Both of you hissed as his cock and both your combined spent spilled out of you. Frankie sat there for a second feeling proud at the sight. He didn’t even care you were spilling onto his sheets. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

Your face grew red as you tried to hide your face in his pillow, “You’re just saying that cause I’m naked in your bed.”

“That might play a role in it yes, but I really do mean it mariquita. You’re just so damn gorgeous,” he smiled with that damn dimple again. “Are you sure it was okay for me to…you know? I can go run to the pharmacy and get something.”

You sat up and placed your fingers on his lips, “There is no need, Frankie. I swear to you that I’m on the pill. I trust you and to be perfectly honest, that was the first time for me.”

“You mean Matt…”

“Never,” you cut him off again. “I always made him use a condom. You were my first.”

That filling of pride filled Frankie again and you swore you saw his chest puff out a little. “I love you mariquita. You mean the world to me.” “I love you to Frankie and thank you, thank you for always being there for me and for showing me how real love is supposed to feel like.”

#pedro pascal #pedro x reader #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales #francisco morales #frankie morales smut

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 2 years ago

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Child!reader tugging RoR characters, asking to be pick up and telling them their hungry? My nephew does this all the time and I can't resist feeding him his favorite food

What a cute concept~

-Brunnhilde patted your head gently after giving you a juice box, smiling as your eyes lit up before you grinned up at her, “Snack?” she chuckled, ruffling your hair, making you squeal, “Not right now Y/N. Dinner will be soon so you can’t have any snacks until after dinner.” You nodded and sat down, enjoying your juice as she headed out to meet with some others to go over some paperwork. The door on the opposite side of the room opened, revealing one of your favorite people in the whole world!

-Odin- You immediately stand, leaving your empty juice box behind, “Papa Odin!” a rare smile appears on his face as you toddle over, immediately holding your arms up, “Up! Up!” he instantly had you in his arms, letting you hug him as far as your little arms would go before he looked around, finding you alone in the room before his attention was brought back to you, “Papa Odin, snack?” he chuckled warmly, knowing Brunnhilde had told you no, but seeing your pleading eyes, he couldn’t resist as he took you out of the room and to the kitchen, “Just one. Don’t want Brunnhilde to get mad at me.” you thanked him, tearing into your favorite snack while he smiled down at you with a fondness in his eyes.

-Buddha- His eyes go bright and smiles as he sees you as you quickly run over to him, hugging his legs, “Buddy!” he laughed warmly, picking you up, tossing you into the air once, your delighted squeals filling the air before he grinned, almost mischievously, “Wanna get some snacks?” the stars in your eyes were near blinding as he holds you close, tip toeing out of the room to avoid Brunnhilde catching the two of you and once out of the room, he made a mad dash, listening to your delighted squeals. Brunnhilde found the two of you in the kitchen a half hour later, snack wrappers surrounding the both of you as she folded her arms, a disapproving glare aimed at Buddha as she knows that he is an enabler when it comes to snacks. He just gave a weak grin, trying to act cute while you looked up at her, chocolate all around your mouth, looking like a chipmunk with your cheeks stuffed full.

-Thrud- Your tiny arms instantly were wrapped as far as they would go around Thrud’s calf, “Sissy!!” she smiled, kneeling and pulling you into her arms, “Hello there, Y/N! What are you up to?” you beamed brightly, “Hugs and snacks!” she couldn’t help but smile, giving you the hugs you wanted, before her smile weakened, knowing dinner was soon, “You know Brunnhilde doesn’t want you ruining your appetite for dinner. What if we have a fancy snack after dinner?” your eyes were sparkling as if they were made of diamonds, “Fancy snack?” she nodded, holding you up as she walked out of the room, heading to the dining room for dinner, “Yeah, we can make something super fancy for you! With extra whipped cream!” your hands reach for the sky as you cheer for whipped cream, making her laugh.

-Zeus- Your eyes sparkly, “Grampy Zeus!” he beams brightly as you run for each other, “Y/N!” his hands easily meet your waist and pulls you up into a hug, spinning around which makes you squeal with delight as your arms go around his neck. Zeus looked around, frowning as he saw no snacks, “Did Brunnhilde not give you any snacks?” you shook your head, “Sissy said no snacks until after dinner.” He frowned, putting his hands on his hip before he spoke, “Well that just won’t do! I’ll give you some snacks! Brunnhilde can’t tell me what to do!” a shadow loomed from behind him as Brunnhilde spoke, her hands on her hips, “You sure about that?” Zeus screamed, tossing you into the air in fear but you squealed in delight, finding it fun before Brunnhilde caught you, holding you on her hip, “She needs to have a proper meal before any more snacks!” Zeus pouted, folded his arms across his chest, “You’re no fun!” she glared at him and he squeaked in fear, afraid of her glare before the three of you headed down to the dining room together.

-Ares- He melts, seeing you running over to him, a smile on your face as he instantly sweeps you up, twirling you around as you giggle, “Ares-Ares, want snacks?” he melted again, cooing gently, “Snacks? Of course, if you want snacks, you’ll get snacks!” you cheer and he takes you to the kitchen and showers you with snacks, smiling brightly at your smiling face. A hand on his shoulder pulled him from his bliss and he turned, instantly freezing, seeing a very angry Brunnhilde there, “What do you think you’re doing, giving her that many snacks! She’s not going to eat her dinner now!” he found himself on his knees, getting scolded while you continued to eat snacks, as your appetite was ruined now, there was no point in stopping you now, but Ares was saddled with babysitting you once the sugar rush hit you and he had to chase you around the Norse pantheon for what felt like hours until you finally crashed.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror odin #ror buddha #ror thrud #ror zeus #ror ares

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clairedaring · 4 months ago

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tag game ✨

huge thank you to the lovely zey @thasorns for thinking of me. i love you too (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

1. why did you choose your url?

no one remembers her but claire dearing from jurassic world will always hold a special place in my heart.

2. any sideblogs? if you have them name them and why you have them.

poomphuripan - the bl sideblog that i started just because my main got deactivated for a bit but i guess for now, it's mostly uppoom and msi-focused. in december, it'll probably be torjj and spare me your mercy-focused. i think i'll probably just be using these for the ql series i have a crazy hyperfixation about.

huiyanan - a pentagon yanan/hui focus sideblog

coryjeacoma - my musical theatre sideblog for random audio bootlegs and sometimes musical gifs

ryuvachirawich - my unused (mostly lakorn) gifs blog for extra gifs i make but that doesn't make it into any main or sideblogs. at first i was trying to keep this sideblog lowkey but then i needed to tag the gifs w my gif tag anyway so i could search for them so disclosing is fine 🤣

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

2014... what do you mean it's been a decade since i started using tumblr.... time isn't real

4. do you have a queue tag?

i tried but i've given up on queue-ing in general so i don't. my tumblr is constantly in two modes: super active or going months without a single post lmaoooo.

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

i wanted to be where all the gifmakers are but i have too much interests so this shall remains a multi-fandom blog or more like a "whatever media claire is consuming atm" blog

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

dirk gently is the single most perfect holistic detective in existence. sometimes i'm too attached to my url and my icon, i don't think i can ever change them. headers i can but i haven't changed my url/icon for 3-4 years i think.

7. why did you choose your header?

i feel you linger in the air is THAT series for me. dethroned almost every other thai series on my all time fave list (i say almost because bad genius series is still holding its crown well)

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

i just checked and apparently it's my first and only merlin gifset 😅

9. how many mutuals do you have?

i have no idea but i love all my mutuals （づ￣3￣）づ╭❤️～

10. how many followers do you have?

i hit 1k recently. crazy to me because i've left this tumblr empty for months before starting being active again last october???

11. how many people do you follow?

4000+ but that's only because i'm too lazy to unfollow people. so yea i rarely see things on my dash. i just end up scrolling through my fave gifmakers tags to find things they make.

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

i don't think so????? i mean the closest is probably me saying super random things on this tag.

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

it used to be once a week... but these days it's really a daily routine lmao. although i'm pretty sure i'll leave my tumblr dusting once my stand-in ends... who knows... we'll see...

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

how can i? i'm so non-confrontational, i reblog things in private to argue with op 😭 lmao (arguments that op will never see lmao, i'm saving them and me both the trouble really). just enfp things.

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts

huh why do i never get them on my dash (⊙x⊙;)

16. do you like tag games?

sometimes i forget but i love being tagged in them because i get to know about all the great mutuals i have on here, especially music tags because i always get incredible new music recommendations

17. do you like ask games?

apparently i had my asks closed without knowing for quite some time so i haven't received asks for so long. maybe one day i'll do them but i have bad records of answering asks so ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

i'm not sure if being THE certified way apologist/way gifmaker qualifies her as tumblr famous but maybe sasa @zhouxiangs is the most famous mutual i have

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

let's call this mutuals whose editing skills i wanna steal (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

lana @sherrymagic whenever you see me reblogging lana's joe sets every week, you'll see me gushing about the consistency in her coloring and that's because that's something i'm obsessed with, especially considering my stand-in's grim/dark cinematographic coloring. also i don't know how lana chooses the perfect lines from each eps to do her recap sets because most of the times i can't even choose between which scenes to gif.

eva @alienwlw eva makes the most beautiful lyrics set and is willing to do my most niche requests and i'm always looking forward to seeing her gifs because it's always so warm and grainy and crisp and i'm just like wahhhh *heart eyes emoji* every time

20. tags?

no pressure tagging anyone today ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪

#you've got tagged

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bellofthemeadow · 1 year ago

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The Road Ahead - ch 3 | Frankie Morales x females reader

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For most of your married life, you dedicated yourself to waiting for Frankie. After each deployment, you patiently awaited his return, longing for the moment when he would be by your side again. During those nights when nightmares consumed his thoughts, you yearned for him to open up to you, hoping that he would find solace in sharing his pain. And as his addiction spiraled out of control, you held onto the hope that he would recognize his problem and seek help. However, despite your countless protests and pleas, you now find yourself waiting for him once more as he ventures off to Colombia, engaged in God knows what.

But this time is different. Determined, you make a solemn promise to yourself: You will never wait for Frankie again.

Rating: M for Mature (18 + no minors allowed)

Word Count: 7K

Warning: Applicable for the entire fic / PTSD, drug use and addiction, postpartum depression, abusive familial relationships, self-hatred, unhealthy coping mechanism, explicit sexual content, violence, mentions of suicidal thoughts, super angsty

Chapter Summary: Everything comes to a head during Tom's memorial.

Notes: Hello yet again everyone! As I previously mentioned on the two previous chapters of this fic, is a repost from my former blog "mywordhaven" . After this chapter, it will all be new content that have not yet graced the chaotic world of Tumbler. I will then be continuing this fic, as well as all of my future work, on this blog! In this chapter, shit starts to hit the fan for our birdies, and it'll get worst before it gets better #SorryNotSorry

(Also there is smut in this chapter so if thats not your vibe, you can skipped the passage between the asterisks .)

Thank you eveyrone and I will see you all in the next one <3

Tangled Truths

The early morning sunlight pierces through the window, its bright rays assaulting your eyes and causing you to furrow your brow. You raise your arm to shield your eyes from the direct light. As your gaze slowly adjusts, you sit up and rest against the headboard. Automatically, you turn to the nearby clock which displays 8:30 am. Christ, you haven’t slept this late in forever!

A surge of adrenaline courses through you as the realization hits you like a bolt of lightning. 8:30 am!?! You spring from the cozy confines of your bed, your feet carrying you quickly toward the bassinet where Ella sleeps. Yet, as you reach the crib, your heart sinks. The crib is empty. Panic seizes you, causing your hands to start trembling.

Frantically, you cast your gaze around the room and seize the robe laying on the back of the rocking chair. You hastily drape it over your shoulders and make a dash towards the door. Your sprint comes to an abrupt halt as you catch a glimpse of movement emanating from the kitchen. You cautiously approach the corridor, peering into the open space kitchen. And there, right before your eyes is Frankie effortlessly holding Ella in one arm while expertly flipping pancakes with his free hand.

You release a breath, the weight of recent events hanging heavy in the air. That’s right, Frankie had returned just three days ago you think to yourself, hardly believing it still. It still feels surreal to see him moving about the house as if nothing had happened. Whatever transpired during his absence, Frankie kept it tightly locked away within himself. And while you knew about Tom's death, as that would have been rather hard to hide, the rest of the story remained veiled in mystery.

Frankie's usual tendency for secrecy seemed amplified this time around, even compared to his previous tour. When he had first stepped foot in the door three days ago, you had resisted the urge to overwhelm him with questions, knowing he needed space to process and readjust. The sheer happiness and relief that flooded your heart at his homecoming had been so overwhelming that all you wanted was to hold him close and never let go. And, truth be told, that's precisely what you both did.

Seated together on the couch, abandoned Chinese takeout containers scattered on the table, you cradled Ella in your arms while Frankie enveloped both of you in his embrace. It was a moment frozen in time, his arm securely holding you close to his chest, creating a cocoon of love and comfort. The minutes and hours blurred together, fading into insignificance as you basked in the warmth and contentment of being together again.

The following day, however, had been fair game. Determined to unravel what happened during Frankie's time in Peru (Columbia?), you persisted with your questioning, probing deeper and repeating inquiries throughout the day. Yet, Frankie remained resolute, his responses akin to a redacted document, the black sharpie obscuring sentences and leaving only vague fragments of meaning visible. Anger coursed through your veins, an emotion that still lingered within you, but a single glance into Frankie's sorrowful puppy eyes caused you to falter. In the end, you relented.

However, there was one matter you refused to back down on. You had made it abundantly clear that Frankie must resume therapy as soon as an appointment would be available. This demand was non-negotiable. If Frankie was unwilling to seek professional help, then he could pack his belongings and go camping on Benny's couch. The ultimatum silenced Frankie and he reluctantly agreed to schedule a therapy session for the following week. And while you hoped this waiting period would encourage him to open up, deep down, you knew not to hold your breath.

Frankie seemed to think that money would cure all of the fresh wounds that had been inflicted and a deposit of $17,000 had been made into your shared account. But, this sum failed to justify the pain Frankie’s absence had wreaked in your marriage. Yes, you were now $17,000 richer financially, but your heart, once overflowing with love, now felt impoverished.

You cautiously step out from the corridor, crossing the threshold and entering the doorway. Almost immediately, Frankie whirls around, his sudden movement accompanied by a disconcertingly vacant expression in his eyes. It's a look that sends a shiver down your spine, a flicker of something unsettling that vanishes almost as quickly as it appears. Frankie’s face transforms in an instant, the familiar contours rearranging into his usual kind and gentle smile.

As you observe him, a realization hits you. Despite Frankie's cheerful smile, something feels off – his eyes don't reflect the same brightness as usual. It's as if there's a mask, concealing a multitude of emotions he's keeping hidden. The air between you grows heavy with unspoken words as your eyes meet, creating an undeniable tension. “I think your pancake is burning,” you say after a beat.

“Mierda!” Frankie flips back towards the stove and moves the smoking pan from the stove. The sudden commotion startles little Ella, who responds with a piercing cry, her distress echoing through the kitchen. Reacting swiftly, Frankie brings his second hand to encircle his baby girl, attempting to soothe her with soft words, "Shhh muñequita, you're alright. Papa didn't mean to startle you. Shhh, you're all good, my little princesa." Despite his best efforts, Ella seems to be in one of her moods this morning, and she remains unrelenting in her growing cries. Panic creeps into Frankie's eyes, his plump bottom lip nervously caught between his teeth, as he watches his attempts at calming her go in vain.

“Give her here, you know she gets extra cranky when she is hungry. Just like someone I know.” It’s a feeble attempt at teasing, but it manages to pluck a small laugh from Frankie.

“I guess having a bottomless stomach is hereditary” Frankie quips as he starts cooing at the fussy baby. His smile slightly dips as his eyes lock back with yours, "I wanted you to sleep in and recover a bit, after all the time I’ve been gone and all the trouble I cause. I'm sorry you have to deal with such a sorry excuse for a husband" Frankie says hoarsely.

You extend your arms towards Ella, gently reaching out to comfort her. "Don't say things like that, Frankie. You know I’ve never thought of you in that way" you retort. You focus your eyes back on Ella, "We have a brand-new baby, and it's natural for babies to cry when things don't go exactly as they want. It's nothing personal; she does the same to me."

With care, you cradle Ella in your arms, your fluffy robe cascading open as you adjust your cami top. Slowly, you expose your breast and guide Ella towards your right nipple. After a few attempts, Ella finally latches on, her tiny mouth finding solace in your embrace. "Someone's a hungry little peanut," you whisper affectionately, observing her now peaceful expression as she feeds. "Good job, my love. You're doing so well," you softly coo.

As Frankie clears his throat, your gaze lifts, meeting his intense gaze directed towards you and Ella at your breast. In his eyes, a flicker of desire ignites, and something deep within you twists, causing your thighs to involuntarily clench. The realization of the tension between you two fills the air, and you can't ignore the fact that it has been a long time since you were last intimate. Between the demands of the birth and Frankie's absence, you had either been unable or unwilling to revisit that more carnal aspect of your relationship.

Yet amidst the difficulties of your current situation, there is an undeniable longing within you for Frankie. More than anything you yearn for him, you yearn for his words to ease the doubts and insecurities of motherhood, you yearn for his touch to bring you back to life. You yearn for the fire that would consume you whenever your lips met. When you kissed, it was a display of fireworks, an unstoppable blaze that burned bright.

As you reflect on everything that you miss, a warm sensation stirs within you, causing your tongue to instinctively glide over your lips. Memories flood your mind, vividly recalling the countless moments when Frankie would skillfully guide you to the height of pleasure, one that you had never been able to reach with anyone else. Frankie was always centred on you, deriving his own pleasure from your own. He was a man who revelled in pleasing you, never content until he knew you were fully fulfilled.

"Mi cielo..." Frankie's voice escapes as a raspy breath, sending a shiver down your spine. Your own breath becomes trapped within your lungs, and a small whimper escapes your lips. In an instant, Frankie crosses the distance, closing the gap between you. With utmost tenderness, he cradles your cheeks in his large, warm hand, his touch cautious and gentle, mindful of Estrella who continues to nurse at your breast, blissfully unaware of the charged atmosphere that envelops her parents.

"Dios mío, eres tan hermosa," Frankie whispers softly, his words filled with adoration. Carefully, he leans down and gently presses his lips against yours. In that moment, a burst of fireworks explodes within, engulfing you both in a passionate embrace. You melt into his touch, longing to run your fingers through his soft curls and deepen the kiss, but the presence of little Estrella reminds you to be cautious. As you part your lips to guide him further, Ella interrupts with a frustrated cry, likely displeased at no longer being the center of attention.

Frankie and you share a chuckle at Ella's adorable outrage. His smile lingers on your lips as he suggests, "After our little princess Estrelita has had her fill, maybe we should put her down for a nap. What do you say, mi cielo?"

"It's not even 9 am, Frankie," you giggle, playfully nudging his nose with yours.

With a longing gaze, Frankie whispers, "There is nothing I desire more right now than to hold you in my arms, in our bed. I've missed you so much, mi cielo, and I don’t think I’ll be able to contain myself any longer.” As he speaks, each word is punctuated by a tender kiss to your lips. "You have no idea how incredibly" kiss. "irresistible" kiss. "And utterly perfect" kiss. “You truly are.” Frankie starts peppering your throat with more affectionate kisses, you playfully guide him backward, gently interrupting “Let me put her to bed, my love, and then I'll let you show me just how much you've missed me."

As you enter the tiny nursery, you observe Ella, her eyes drooping and a serene expression adorning her face. It seems, for once, your little peanut's sleeping pattern is aligning with your needs. Carefully, you place her in the large bassinet, a gift from your mother who, upon hearing the news of your and Frankie's pregnancy, had sent it as your baby shower gift. That day, she had bragged how she knew what would be best for her first granddaughter. She had even gone further and declared how unsure she was that an ex-military man and a librarian could afford anything for a newborn like she could. Little did she know that you seldom use the overpriced cradle, opting instead to keep Ella close to you. During Frankie's absence, it was more convenient to have her in your room, and Frankie's mother had gifted you a cherished family heirloom—a cradle crafted by Frankie's grandfather. And since this gift held no ulterior motives, except for love, it had felt right for little Ella. So, your mother’s cradle remained for the most part, untouched in a nursery that also remained mostly untouched. However, today you were willing to make an exception.

As you gently lay Estrella down, you whisper, "Now, my love, be good for mama and papa." Planting a kiss on her tiny nose, you quietly retreat from the room, mindful not to disturb her. As the door softly shuts behind you, a hand suddenly grabs you from behind, gently pushing you against the opposite wall. Frankie's mouth hungrily seeks yours, and you feel yourself being enveloped in his embrace. His towering presence dwarfs your smaller frame, and you melt against him, surrendering to his large comforting presence.

***“Mie cielo, amor de mi vida” Frankie pants against your lips, his hands caressing up and down your sides before he eagerly grasps a handful of your breast. You instinctively hiss as your breasts remain tender from nursing.

Concern fills Frankie's eyes as he stops, asking, "Am I hurting you?" Shaking your head, you reassure him, "They're just a bit tender, that's all." A lazy smile spreads across Frankie's face as he murmurs, "I'll never tire of them." He bends his head toward your open cleavage, lavishing hungry, open-mouthed kisses upon them. "They were amazing before, but now they're simply breathtaking. I could spend a lifetime between them, and it would be a life well-lived."

A smile graces your lips as your head gently meets the wall behind you. Frankie's words wrap around you like a warm embrace. "You are a charmer, Mr. Morales," you remark with a hint of playfulness. In response, Frankie loudly releases your nipple with a loud pop and whispers against your now wet breast, "Only for you, Mrs. Morales.”

Frankie's lips caress your sensitive nipple with a gentle puff of air, eliciting a shiver of pleasure that courses through your body. His lips continue their tantalizing journey, gradually trailing down your front as he peppers your skin with tender kisses. Each touch ignites a fire within you.

You let yourself surrender to the intoxicating sensations of Frankie's lips. Every nerve ending awakens under his touch, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. His kisses create a symphony of desire, each one building upon the last until you're consumed by aching longing.

"Please, Frankie," you plead breathlessly, the urgency in your voice echoing your desire. Frankie pauses his ministrations, his face level with the apex of your thigh, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of longing and adoration. Despite the satin fabric of your pyjama shorts separating you, you know he can smell how wet you are right now.

“What is it mi cielo? Is this too much for you? Do you want me to stop?” Frankie teases as he grasps the waistband of your shorts with his teeth. Your breath hitches, caught between a gasp and a moan, as Frankie slowly lowers the fabric, revealing the mound of your sex. The cool air kisses your exposed skin, while his nose softly nuzzles against your soft flesh, his warm breath cascading over you.

"Don't you dare, Francisco," you shakily breathe out. The only response is Frankie's chuckle which resonates in the air. His eyes, filled with desire, never leave your face as he slowly drags your shorts down your trembling legs, exposing your most intimate self to his hungry gaze. Frankie’s steady hand moves toward your dripping sex, his fingers brushing against your slick folds, collecting the evidence of your arousal. Frankie brings his glistening fingers to his mouth, his eyes locked with yours, amplifying the raw intimacy of the moment. His lips part, and his tongue swirls around his own digits, sucking them in with an obscene sound that sends shivers of anticipation coursing through your entire being.

“You taste so good mi cielo. Even after all these years, there is nothing sweeter than you. Fuck you drive me crazy. I can’t escape you, you’re in my thoughts all the time; you haunt every corner of my mind. You consume me entirely, body and soul. I am nothing without you, and I don’t want to think about the kind of man I would be without you. I promise mi Cielo that It’ll never happen again. This is it, you, Ella and me. Tell me you believe me, mi cielo. Please, tell me you believe me, I need to hear you say it.”

Your mind struggles to function properly as his lips explore every inch of your body, except the one place that aches with desire. The maddening anticipation builds as he teases you.

"Frankie, please," you whimper, your hands tangling in his soft curls, desperately trying to guide him to your dripping core. But Frankie remains steadfast. Instead, he positions himself at the junction of your thigh and gently implores once more, "Tell me you believe me, mi cielo. Please, tell me you believe there is nothing I need more than to be with you until the end of time."

"IbelieveyouIbelieveyou. Ohhhhhhhh I believe you Frankie I swear!" you chant, and as soon as the words escape your lips, you sense Frankie's smile against your fevered skin. "I love you, mi vida" he whispers softly before finally burying his head between your thighs.

Frankie eagerly laps at your core like a man starved. With previous lovers, you had never encountered one who genuinely enjoyed giving oral, treating it as a burdensome chore. But Frankie was different. Expertly, he locates your engorged clit, playfully teasing it with a few licks, while slipping his index finger inside you. Your walls tighten around his finger, and you release a quivering breath of pleasure.

"That's it, buena chica," Frankie whispers. "You know I'll give you exactly what you want. You need to take it slow and steady. We can't rush this. Be a good girl and take it the way I give it to you. I want to savour every moment of this perfection." Frankie always enjoyed guiding you through sex. In another life, dirty talk would have felt embarrassing, but with Frankie, his words only intensified your craving for him.

Frankie steps back from your core, his face wet with your pleasure. A whine of discontent escapes your lips, but he quickly grabs your buttocks, lifting you slightly and positioning your legs over his shoulders. As he lifts you up, you feel the air being knocked out of your lungs, and Frankie resumes his work like a man on a mission. Using the wall for support, you feel weightless on Frankie's strong shoulder.

The most obscene sounds escape Frankie as he swirls his tongue around your clit.

"Frankie, I'm so close! Oh my God, Frankie!" you whine, still trying to stay quiet with the baby asleep literally next door.

"Buena, mi cielo! Come on, mi vida, you know what you need! You know what I need!" Frankie pants against your core. As he watches you helplessly thrash over him, the coil deep within you tightens. Frankie sneaks one of his hands up to your belly and presses hard, intensifying the coil even more.

"Oh my God! I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Your orgasm nearly knocks you out, and you feel yourself slump forward. But Frankie is there to catch you. He embraces you warmly, his patchy beard still wet from all the attention, and he whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

"Te amo, mi cielo. I've made so many mistakes in my life. I've wronged you and Ella. I wasn't there when I should have been, and I made choices that I'm not proud of. But now, I'll be here. I'll be a better man for you and Ella, and I'll do everything in my power to keep you both safe." He speaks these words into your ear, and you feel his warm tears landing on your shoulder.

You reach out and grab him by the neck. "I love you, Frankie, and nothing will ever change that." You softly pet his beard “Take me to bed my love.”

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3 weeks later

Black was never your colour, or so you once confided in Frankie. Every time you wore it, you felt like an old Matron from those black-and-white Italian movies you both love. Frankie had playfully quipped while nipping at your ear "If I start misbehaving are you going to punish me with a wooden spoon? Slap me right on the ass with it? That’s a scenario we could explore" You had been overheated the entire day after that.

But today was a different matter altogether. Laughter was absent from the scene. Frankie stood at the front of the room, wearing his most formal suit, sporting a distraught expression mirrored by the others in attendance. On either side of him stood the Miller brothers, Will with his arm resting on his shoulder and Benny standing solemnly to his left.

The sight of the typically strong and capable trio so devastated struck you deep in your gut. Particularly Benny, who had always been like an overexcited puppy—confident, golden and a touch cocky. You remember how Benny had been the one who approached you all those years ago at the bar while you were celebrating the final submission of your master's thesis with a friend. That night, Benny had confidently strutted over to your table and struck up a conversation. Although you could see that your friend had been drawn to him, Benny had gone all out to convince you to dance with him.

And even though he was one of the most handsome guys you had seen in a long while, Benny wasn’t really your type. You didn't feel that spark with him—the one they all speak of in movies or in magazines. So, you did the sensible thing and tried to gently let him down by using the classic excuse of not wanting to leave your friend alone. But Benny had been undeterred. He turned around and excitedly shouted, "Fish, get your ass over here!" Your eyes followed Benny's call, and your throat went dry. Frankie ambled over to your table with a shy smile on his face. Sporting his signature cap and a faded gray Henley shirt accentuating his broad shoulders. Frankie immediately captivated you. And as Benny grabbed Frankie by the neck and introduced him as his brother from another mother, you hadn’t been able to tear your eyes away from him.

Your gaze met Frankie's. Everything around you faded, and an electric volt charged the air. For the first time in your life, you decided to take control, disregarding anyone else. Turning to your friend, you suggested, "You love '80s pop. Why don't you go with Benny and take a turn on the dance floor? I'm still recovering from today’s excitement, so I think I'll sit back and grab another drink." Your friend needed no further encouragement and swiftly took Benny's arm, rushing to the dance floor before anyone could intervene.

Frankie looked at you, appearing somewhat dazed. "I think Benny wanted to dance with you. I'm usually the one on call when he needs someone to look after the friend of whomever he's interested in," he remarked. You smiled and replied, "Maybe, but Benny isn't the one I'm interested in.” You playfully played with the obnoxious parasol on the rim of your glass “I think Benny shouldn't use his handsome friend as his wingman. It kind of defeats the purpose of getting the girl, don’t you think?" Frankie bashfully smiled at your words, raised his glass, and clinked it with yours, his confident smile shining through. "To drinking with the most beautiful girl here." And from that moment, you became Frankie's, and he became yours.

Shaking yourself out of your reverie, you turn to Molly, who is tearfully expressing gratitude to the guests for attending the memorial. People offer their condolences and share kind words about Tom. Some of them you recognize from Frankie's time in the army, having crossed paths at various functions. Others are unfamiliar faces. Sensing that Molly was growing overwhelmed, you start rubbing comforting circles on her back.

When the latest person pays her their respects and leaves for Tom’s casket, you whisper in Molly's ear, asking if she needs a moment. She shakes her head, her voice filled subdued but resigned.

"I just want all of this to end. The girls need to start healing, and I know this is the first step. But it’s so hard and it won't get easier. It feels like the pain won’t ever end. I know I have to be strong for the girls, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold it together.” She quiets a moment “At least we got to say goodbye."

You offer a sad smile. "It’s ok to be sad Molly. No one expects you or the girls to bounce back after that. You need time to heal and if you ever need anything, you know I'm here, right? We are all here for you, don’t think for a minute that any of us will let you go through all of it, alone. If you need Frankie and me to take care of the girls for a little while, we'd be more than happy to."

Molly tearfully looks back at you, her voice filled with grief. "Thank you. I appreciate it. Honestly, you've cooked us enough food to sustain the three of us through a nuclear winter. You've done so much already."

"Don’t even think about that Molly. Right now, you and the girls are most important, and I am right here for whatever is to come. I am not going anywhere, I promise.”

"Thank you. I don't know what I would've done without you, Frankie, Will, or Benny. You've all been so helpful. Are the boys still planning to go to Robinson’s Sport after the service?" She asks.

You let out a quiet snort. "Yeah, Frankie said it used to be their favourite spot to get drunk when they were back on leave. They thought it would be fitting to say their own goodbye to Tom in their own way. You're welcome to come if you want, you know. I'll be the DD, and I know they'd all be thrilled if you joined."

Molly shakes her head. "Tell them thank you, but after the day we've had, the girls and I will fall asleep the moment we get home."

You nod in understanding, but your conversation is interrupted by a distant relative offering their condolences to Molly. Your eyes search the sea of black until they find Frankie in a corner, fidgeting with his tie. When your eyes meet, he offers a sad smile that you return.

You really hope that tonight will bring some peace to him.

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You rub your temple tiredly, attempting to focus on the story Benny is telling at the table. The bar is unusually loud for a Wednesday evening, and after the day you've had, it's becoming increasingly challenging to concentrate.

Seated at the table are the five of you—the original trio, along with yourself and Will's new girlfriend, who has proven to be a delightful addition to your little group. Emmy had entered the picture barely 2 months before Will had left to do God knows what in Colombia. It hasn’t seemed to faze her as now, she sits quietly, attentively listening to Benny's tales from back in their army days while holding Will’s hand and sending loving looks his way.

"What can I say? The chicken literally caught me with my dick out. Couldn't even take a piss in peace." Everyone starts laughing at the story, even Frankie, who had been quiet for most of the night, managed a smile.

"Tch, I'm pretty sure you were doing something else behind that barn." Benny accompanied his words with a crude hand gesture, eliciting audible groans from everyone at the table and a giggle from Will’s girlfriend. "Fuck, Redfly was pissed that day. Dumbass over here gave away our position and we had to hike through the fucking jungle for 10 days. No coms, no food, no prep time, N.A.D.A. Just because Will Miller wanted to rub one out."

Benny's words bring silence to the table. Frankie suddenly down his beer and speaks up. "I'm gonna get another one. This round is on me. Anyone want a refill?" Everyone at the table nodded in agreement, even Benny, who looked subdued after receiving a scathing look from Will. Frankie turned to you and asked, "Want anything, mi cielo?" You tap your empty glass with your finger and smile softly at him. "Another Shirley Temple, please, mi love." Frankie nodded and planted a kiss on your forehead before making his way toward the busy bar.

Silence stretched over the table as you absentmindedly fiddled with your paper straw. Will cleared his throat before offering you a smile. "Thank you again for being the DD tonight. We all really appreciate it."

"It's my pleasure, Will. Today was tough for all of you, and you need to bid farewell to Tom properly. And there is no better way to say goodbye than by getting drunk out of your mind, then I am more than happy to provide my driving services.” You smile teasingly “I'm sure he would have loved tonight." While you hadn't been particularly close to Tom, you knew the man had at least loved two things: football and beer. And you think that yes, he would have definitely enjoyed getting drunk with his brothers (minus one) with ESP reruns in the background.

Benny flashed you a smile, his eyes gleaming playfully. He then proceeded to toss one of the tiny napkin balls he had been crafting all night. With a quick reflex, you ducked to the side, evading the incoming projectile. You burst out laughing at Benny’s childlike antics.

As you regained your composure, you playfully pointed a finger at Benny. "Nice try, but you'll have to do better than that!"

Benny let out a chuckle, raising an eyebrow mischievously. "Oh, so you think you're quick, huh? Well, let's see if you can dodge this!" With a swift motion, he crumpled yet another napkin into a ball and playfully launched it in your direction. The napkin ball landed squarely on your face, triggering laughter from everyone at the table. Playfully shaking your head at Benny, you declared, "Alright, you got me this time, but watch out, my revenge is coming!"

Benny grinned, proudly flexing his arms. "You can't beat this, baby! I'm the strongest and fastest one here!" Will interjected with a fond tone, "Sure you are, bro, sure you are."

A momentary lull descended upon the table as each person searched for something to say. Suddenly, Benny's expression turned serious. "I wanted to thank you too." Uncertain of his intent, you replied, "No worries, Benny. You know I never mind being the designated driver..."

"Not that," Benny interrupted, "I meant with Fish." Perplexed, you wondered where he was going with this. Benny continued, "Yeah. It was real hard for Fish, what happened to Tom and all that shit that went down in Colombia. He took it the hardest out of all of us. So, it was good to know that he has a woman like you to look after him."

Chewing on your lips, you say. "I love Frankie, Benny. I'll never stop loving him, and I'll always do my best to care for him when I can. You don't have to worry." Benny smiled back; his relief evident. "Yeah, I know you are. Fuck, we were real scared that you were gonna bounce on Fish after this one. But I'm so glad you didn't."

"Even if I wasn't 100% on board with him going with you guys, I respected his decision to go. It wouldn't have been fair to him or Ella to just leave. And anyway, I know you guys are a package deal. Wherever one of you goes, you all go," you replied, trying to sound confident.

"Yeah, but still, with the coke thing, I was sure that was going to be it, you know," Benny admitted, a tinge of guilt in his voice.

"Benny..." Will interjected, his tone urging caution.

You observed the silent conversation between the two brothers, sensing there was more to the story. "What are you talking about? You don't have to look so worried, Will. I know about the coke. You know I was the one who found him after his license got revoked." Discomfort settled in the air, and your gaze shifted to Will's girlfriend, who seemed determined to occupy herself with her now watered-down vodka soda.

"Yeah, that's what Benny meant. Don't pay attention to him," Will interjected, attempting to diffuse the tension that hung in the air as Benny looked guilt-stricken.

"Are you two lying to me?" you asked after a brief pause. "Is there something you guys are not telling me?"

"Look..." Benny started, but Will cut him off abruptly. "Shut up, Benny. It's not your place to involve yourself where you don't belong," Will said with displeasure.

"Bullshit! Fish told us he was going to tell her! How could I have known he wouldn't tell her? This ain't my fucking fault! She has a right to know!" Benny's frustration spilled out; his words laced with anger.

"This is none of your business, Catfish will talk when he is ready," Will interjected once again, his teeth clenched in frustration.

"SHE would really like to know what the fuck is going on!" Tears welled up in your eyes as you pleaded, "Benny... Will... You have to tell me what's going on. Is Frankie okay? What should he have told me that he hasn't?"

Will shook his head, but Benny appeared undeterred. "Fuck you, Will! You don't get to tell me what I can or can't tell her. She's my friend too, you know!" Benny's voice trembled with a mix of anger and concern. He took a deep breath, his expression softening, "After the mission was over, the day we were flying out, we found Frankie in his room. He was half passed out on coke. He completely lost the plot for a bit you know. We were real worried, but after we got him down his high he promised us he would tell you, that you would figure it all out together. He felt bad about it all, kept crying about you and Ella and shit. I know he didn't mean to take it, it's just... with Tom's death, he blames himself for what happened, and I guess it just got too hard for him, you know?

The world comes to a screeching halt. Your head spins incessantly, threatening to make you sick or collapse right there on the floor. Then, a comforting hand lands on your upper back, and Will's soothing voice cuts through the chaos, finding its way to your ears.

"I know Fish was planning to tell you. I apologize for Benny putting his nose where it doesn’t belong.” His words are accompanied by a glare in Benny’s direction who flinches “You know how difficult things can be for people like us, especially with everything that happened with Redfly’s death... It was just too much. But you know Frankie loves you more than anything in this world. He never intended to hurt you or Ella. It’s just sometimes, our inner demons overpower us and we are helpless against them."

Frankie promised.

"If he truly loved me, he wouldn't have done that," you manage to whisper. Breathing becomes a challenge—either too fast or barely happening at all. You refuse to have a nervous breakdown in the middle of a bar on a Wednesday night! Hastily reaching into your purse, you snatch your keys and turn to face Will. "I have to leave. You guys can take an Uber, and I'll cover the cost. I'm really sorry, but I just can't stay."

Will gazes at you with a tinge of sadness. "It's all right. We'll be okay. I just think you should wait for Fish. I don't think you should drive in your current state."

Frankie lied.

"I'll be fine. I can't stay, Will. I can't," you repeat before abruptly rising from your seat. You offer a fleeting wave to the table before sprinting toward the exit, tears streaming down your face.

Frankie promised. Frankie lied.

"Nice going, Benny!"

"Shut up, Will! How was I supposed to know?!"

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Frankie impatiently taps his fingers against the countertop, frustration building as he watches the bartender cozy up to one of the girls at the bar, completely ignoring him for the past 15 minutes.

"Excuse me, how much longer is it going to take?" Frankie asks, trying to conceal his annoyance.

"Busy night, buddy. It'll take however long it takes. If you don't like it, find somewhere else to go," the bartender retorts, not tearing his eyes away from the seductive blonde perched on the barstool.

Frankie lets out a sigh, his fingers fidgeting restlessly. He starts to reach into his pocket but stops himself halfway through. He knows nothing good would come from that. "But no one would find out, just a quick one in the bathroom. Not enough to get fucked, but enough to survive today," Frankie's mind tempts him. Damn, today had been tough. Seeing Molly and the girls, seeing you trying to console them, knowing it was all his fault. Like always, his mind starts going down that bleak rabbit, telling him how he should have stood firm with Tom, how he knew that damn plane wouldn't make it. But he had been weak, spineless. Greed had clouded his judgment—the allure of money too strong to resist. Frankie takes a deep breath, counting backward from ten to calm himself.

Finally, the bartender sets the glasses down in front of Frankie, then turns back to the blonde, who appears to have unbuttoned even more of her shirt, if that's even possible.

Frankie makes his way back slowly, careful not to spill anything, maneuvering through the crowded sea of bodies until he reaches the table where everyone is seated—everyone except you. Probably in the bathroom, he thinks. Frankie places the drinks on the table, tension rising in his body as he gazes at his brothers. Will buries his face in his hands, his girlfriend rubbing his lower back, while Benny stares straight ahead, anger etched on his face.

"What the hell is wrong with you two?" Frankie asks, pushing Will's drink toward him.

"Ask Benny," Will replies curtly. Benny's scowl deepens, and Frankie raises an eyebrow.

"What's going on, man? Is everything alright?"

"You're such a fucking idiot, Fish!" Benny explodes.

"What the fuck is your problem, pendejo?"

"My problem is that among all of us, you are the one who has it all: a loving wife, an adoring little girl who sees you as her hero, and a beautiful home. Yet, despite having everything, you constantly find ways to fuck it up!" Frankie's face pales, drained of colour, as he absorbs Benny's words.

"Where is she, Benny?"

"How was I supposed to know you kept her in the dark? You're constantly preaching about your openness with her, boasting about therapy sessions and support group meetings. Were those just lies, Fish? Have you been a two-faced bastard not only to your wife but also to your own brothers? What is it? You've been lying to everyone around, haven’t you? Well newsflash asshole, you don’t get to lie to everyone and then expect no repercussions!!!"

"That's enough, Benny," Will interjects, attempting to diffuse the situation. "You've said enough."

"WHERE IS SHE!" Frankie's voice booms as his hands slam loudly on the table, causing drinks to topple and spill everywhere. The bar falls silent after Frankie's outburst.

"Go back to your drinks, there is nothing to see.” Comes Will’s voice filled with the authority of a man who spent years in active service. “She went home, Fish. I told her to wait for you, but she wouldn't listen. I'm sorry," Will tries to reach out, but Frankie shrugs him off.

"You always wanted her, didn't you, Benny? And now you thought that because we were going through a rough patch, you could just swoop in?! I have a child with her, you fucking bastard! I love her!"

"You TOLD us you were going to tell her! How was I supposed to know you were a lying asshole on top of a goddam deadbeat?"

Frankie springs out of his seat, grabbing Benny by the collar of his dress shirt. "Go fuck yourself, Benny." Frankie storms out of the bar and opens his phone. He finds your contact and hovers over your picture, where you're smiling widely, holding Ella in your arms, looking directly at the camera—directly at him. Frankie presses the call button, but it goes straight to voicemail.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." As Frankie orders an Uber, he can only hope that you'll give him another chance, even though he knows he's far from deserving it. Far from deserving you.

After a 35-minute ride, Frankie arrives home, 15 minutes longer than he would have liked. He leaps out of the car and forcefully opens the door.

"Mi cielo?! Mi cielo?!" Frankie shouts frantically, searching around desperately. He doesn't have to look far though. You're sitting at the kitchen table, three small bags filled with white powder in front of you. Frankie's face drains of colour.

"I want you to explain whatever the hell this is, Frankie. And no lies this time."

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The Road Ahead - ch 3 | Frankie Morales x female reader

Previous Chapter

Throughout most of your married life, you've dedicated yourself to waiting for Frankie. After each deployment, you patiently anticipated his return home, longing for the moment when he would be by your side once again. You yearned for him to open up to you during those nights when nightmares consumed his thoughts, hoping that he would find solace in sharing his pain with you. And as his addiction spiralled out of control, you hoped that he would recognize his problem and seek help. Yet, despite your countless protests and pleas, you now find yourself waiting for him once more as he ventures off to Columbia doing God knows what.

But this time is the last. Resolved, you make a solemn promise to yourself: You will never wait for Frankie again.

Rating: M for Mature (18 + / no minors allowed)

Word Count: 6.9K (wut)

Warnings: Applicable to the entire fic / PTSD, drug use and addiction, postpartum depression, abusive familial relationships, self-hatred, hard relationship to food, unhealthy coping mechanism, explicit sexual content, violence, mentions of suicidal thoughts, super angsty guys (more warnings will be added if necessary).

Summary: Everything comes to a head after Tom's memorial.

Notes: Hey everyone, thank you so much for the comments, likes and reblogs! I am really happy that this little story I had in the back of my mind is resonating with people! Also, sorry for the delay for this chapter, I got busy with dealines at work and essays to write for my summer semester at Uni. Hope you all love this one, these is some smut in this chapter but I've marked it down with asterixis so if it's not your vibe, feel free to skip it! Hope you all enjoy!!!!!

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The early morning sunlight pierces through the window, its bright rays assaulting your eyes and causing you to instinctively furrow your brow. You raise your arm to shield your eyes from the direct light. As your gaze slowly adjusts, you sit up and rest against the headboard. Automatically, you turn to the nearby clock which displays 8:30 am. Christ, you haven’t slept this late in forever!

A surge of adrenaline courses through you as the realization hits you like a bolt of lightning. 8:30 am!?! With no time to spare, you spring from the cozy confines of your bed, your feet carrying you quickly toward the bassinet where Ella sleeps. Yet, as you reach the crib, your heart sinks. The crib is empty. Panic seizes you, causing your hands to start trembling.

“Give her here, you know she gets extra cranky when she is hungry. Just like someone I know.” It’s a feeble attempt at teasing, but it manages to pluck a small laugh from Frankie.

You extend your arms towards Ella, gently reaching out to comfort her. "Don't say things like that, Frankie. You know I’ve never thought of you like that and if I am going to be honest, I am afraid that Benny got you beat in that department" you jokingly retort. You focus your eyes back on Ella, "We have a brand-new baby, and it's natural for babies to cry when things don't go exactly as they want. It's nothing personal; she does the same to me."

"It's not even 9 am, Frankie," you giggle, playfully nudging his nose with yours.

With a longing gaze, Frankie whispers, "There is nothing I desire more right now than to hold you in my arms, in our bed. I've missed you so much, mi cielo, and I don’t think I’ll be able to contain myself any longer.” As he speaks, each word is punctuated by a tender kiss to your lips. "You have no idea how incredibly" kiss. "irresistible" kiss. "And utterly perfect" kiss. “You truly are.” Frankie starts peppering your throat with affectionate kisses, you playfully guide him backward, gently interrupting “Let me put her to bed, my love, and then I'll let you show me just how much you've missed me."

Your mind struggles to function properly as his lips explore every inch of your body, except the one place that aches with desire. The maddening anticipation builds as he teases you.

The most obscene sounds escape Frankie as he swirls his tongue around your clit.

"Frankie, I'm so close! Oh my God, Frankie!" you whine, still trying to stay quiet with the baby asleep literally next door.

You reach out and grab him by the neck. "I love you, Frankie, and nothing will ever change that." You softly pet his beard “Take me to bed my love.”

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3 weeks later

When the latest person pays her their respects and leaves for Tom’s casket, you whisper in Molly's ear, asking if she needs a moment. She shakes her head, her voice filled subdued but resigned.

"Don’t even think about that Molly. Right now, you and the girls are most important, and I am right here for whatever is to come. I am not going anywhere, I promise.”

"Thank you. I don't know what I would've done without you, Frankie, Will, or Benny. You've all been so helpful. Are the boys still planning to go to Robinson’s Sport after the service?" She asks.

Molly shakes her head. "Tell them thank you, but after the day we've had, the girls and I will fall asleep the moment we get home."

You really hope that tonight will bring some peace to him.

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"And then guess who the fuck came out of the barn with his pants around his ankle, getting chased down by a fucking chicken!" Benny paused for dramatic effect. "Fucking Will 'Ironhead' Miller! More like Leadhead, am I right?" Will could only shake his head affectionately. "What can I say? The chicken literally caught me with my dick out. Couldn't even take a piss in peace." Everyone starts laughing at the story, even Frankie, who had been quiet for most of the night, managed a smile.

As you regained your composure, you playfully pointed a finger at Benny. "Nice try, but you'll have to do better than that!"

Benny chuckled as he raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you think you're quick, huh? Well, let's see if you can dodge this!" Swiftly, he crumpled another napkin into a ball, before launching it in your direction. The napkin ball connected with your face, eliciting laughter from everyone at the table. Playfully nodding your head at Benny, you vowed, "You might have gotten me this time, but I'll get you later!"

Benny grinned, proudly flexing his arms. "You can't beat this, baby! I'm the strongest and fastest one here!" Will interjected with a fond tone, "Sure you are, bro, sure you are."

"Yeah, but still, with the coke thing, I was sure that was going to be it, you know," Benny admitted, a tinge of guilt in his voice.

"Benny..." Will interjected, his tone urging caution.

"Yeah, that's what Benny meant. Don't pay attention to him," Will interjected, attempting to diffuse the tension that hung in the air as Benny looked guilt-stricken.

"Are you two lying to me?" you asked after a brief pause. "Is there something you guys are not telling me?"

"Look..." Benny started, but Will cut him off abruptly. "Shut up, Benny. It's not your place to involve yourself where you don't belong," Will said with displeasure.

"This is none of your business, Catfish will talk when he is ready," Will interjected once again, his teeth clenched in frustration.

Frankie promised.

Will gazes at you with a tinge of sadness. "It's all right. We'll be okay. I just think you should wait for Fish. I don't think you should drive in your current state."

Frankie lied.

"I'll be fine. I can't stay, Will. I can't," you repeat before abruptly rising from your seat. You offer a fleeting wave to the table before sprinting toward the exit, tears streaming down your face.

Frankie promised. Frankie lied.

"Nice going, Benny!"

"Shut up, Will! How was I supposed to know?!"

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Frankie impatiently taps his fingers against the countertop, frustration building as he watches the bartender cozy up to one of the girls at the bar, completely ignoring him for the past 15 minutes.

"Excuse me, how much longer is it going to take?" Frankie asks, trying to conceal his annoyance.

Finally, the bartender sets the glasses down in front of Frankie, then turns back to the blonde, who appears to have unbuttoned even more of her shirt, if that's even possible.

"What the hell is wrong with you two?" Frankie asks, pushing Will's drink toward him.

"Ask Benny," Will replies curtly. Benny's scowl deepens, and Frankie raises an eyebrow.

"What's going on, man? Is everything alright?"

"You're such a fucking idiot, Fish!" Benny explodes.

"What the fuck is your problem, pendejo?"

"My problem is that out of all of us you have it all: a wife who loves you, a little girl who looks at you like you hung the fucking moon, a nice place but you can't help to do everything to fuck it up!" Benny rages. Frankie feels himself grow pale.

"Where is she, Benny?"

"How was I supposed to know you didn't tell her anything?! You're always preaching about how open you are with her! About seeing a shrink and going to your meetings and all that bullshit! Were those all lies, Fish? Have you been lying to your own brothers like you’ve been lying to your wife?

"That's enough, Benny," Will interjects, attempting to diffuse the situation. "You've said enough."

"WHERE IS SHE!" Frankie's voice booms as his hands slam loudly on the table, causing drinks to topple and spill everywhere. The bar falls silent after Frankie's outburst.

"You always wanted her, didn't you, Benny? And now you thought that because we were going through a rough patch, you could just swoop in?! I have a child with her, you fucking bastard! I love her!"

"You TOLD us you were going to tell her! How was I supposed to know you were a lying asshole on top of a goddam deadbeat?"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." As Frankie orders an Uber, he can only hope that you'll give him another chance, even though he knows he's far from deserving it. Far from deserving you.

After a 35-minute ride, Frankie arrives home, 15 minutes longer than he would have liked. He leaps out of the car and forcefully opens the door.

"I want you to explain whatever the hell this is, Frankie. And no lies this time."

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