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bbs i'm sorry don't respond to all your messages but know that i love all of them š and love reading them. I have been busy and felt separated from fandom and I realize that my not responding is contributing to disconnect for everyone else on here. starting tonight i will post the requests for everyone to enjoy with short replies. I wish i had time for a long fic for every one but i just don have it in me i'm sorry š let's have fun again on here bbs wif some short replies :)
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Your whole entire frank castle smut tag is *chefs kiss*
I want frank to pound me so hard that I go mute and he asks me if Iām okay and I just have to wave my hand as a yes so he continues. Same with head like please just do it for as long as you want PLEASE
im sorry im on a daddy!frank kick rn, adding a little bit of dumbification too?
you're lying barely squeaking out sounds from how good he's pounding into you. frank is smiling down at you, watching your titties bouncing and your eyes rolling back. "are you okay, baby?" you just nod, "what are you thinking about princess?" frank goes deeper when he places a pillow underneath your hips
"are you thinking about my dick? how good it feels inside you?" you just mewl, "do you even have thoughts inside that baby brain? are you cock drunk baby?"
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BNBG (brand new baby girl)
frankie morales x curvy OF/cam girl f!reader
summary: frankie has been needing distractions from a hurdle in his sobriety, so he ventures to his frequented subscription service platform to take his mind off things. he sees the title of your page, intrigued immediately, and dives deep into your content. catching your attention on a livestream with his confident commands, frankie becomes infatuated with you and an avid viewer before he decides to DM you one day...and then ends up with a brand new baby girl.
wc: 11k
rating: E (very)
warnings: daddy kink!! **cover does not depict anything about the reader, simply vibes of softness**, vague descriptions of reader's body (plush, thick, curves, soft, etc. no definite descriptors used otherwise. picture her as you want but she is mid to plus size in my head š«¶), no age specified (only that reader started out of college, no specifications of when she went to school), discussions of addiction & drug use, childless frankie au, sex work, sex livestream, consumption of porn, unestablished relationship, online relationship, pet names (conejita, baby, babygirl, pequeƱa, bunny, etc.), gratuitous descriptions of frankie's dick, SMUT, male masturbation, female masterbation, sex toys, both frankie & reader have thoughts about the other (unprotected piv, fingering, oral, etc.), major dirty talk, d/s dynamics, some fluff sprinkled in <3, this might be lowkey problematic that frankie uses porn to cope (esp reader's porn) buuuuut hopefully it's hot
a/n: cover design & dividers by me š this is an unhinged daydream of mine, hope y'all enjoy! huge thank you to my besties @kiwisbell and @northernbluess for beta-reading š
The time on Frankieās phone screen turns over to well past midnight. Bedroom pitched black save for the blue light illuminating his face as he scrolls on Instagram, unable to fall asleep from thoughts stirring. He wants to scratch the itch ā to pick at the scab thatās been growing in his brain for over a year. Temptation runs hot in his veins. A craving, deep in his gut. A strong inhale or the rub of his fingertip against his gums. It would be fast.Ā And it would only last less than half an hour ā he could manage it one more time, he was sober enough for that, wasnāt he? He indulges himself in other aspects now: drinking, food, lax with his once regimented workout routine.
Frankie can hear the voice of his sponsor, the one he listens to speak at his weekly meetings in the musty church hall. Sure, his sponsorās got valuable advice for him, having been sober for decades now, but he canāt relate to Frankie. Not really. He doesnāt know the level of temptation heās consistently faced with, doesnāt know the fucked up shit heās seen that got him into the substance in the first place.
His sponsor tells him to get into meditation. That it helps him turn his brain off when he has a craving, redirecting the energy into himself and crushing the aching want for it. Or some spiritual bullshit that Frankie doesnāt understand.
And besides, heās found his own means of meditation.
Exiting the social media app, he opens his browser and types in the website. The light of the phone illuminates his face enough for his saved login to work, bringing him into his plane of piety. Where he escapes at least three times a week, late nights like now and the occasional mid-afternoon or morning on his desperate days off. When the urge is too strong. When heās formulating a plan of how to get his hands on a tiny baggie, he loses himself ā distracts his brain here.
Scrolling through his usual subscriptions, nothing seems to be hitting the spot. One hand grips his phone, thumb gliding along the screen, while the other cups his hard-on through his boxers, palming himself as he searches for something to get off to.
Thatās when he sees it ā the perfect combination of words that draws him in by the title. Clicking the page, heās quick to pledge his monthly amount, eager to get access to all that lies beyond the paywall. And what heās greeted with, pulls a sigh from his lips in the quiet room, his large hand squeezing his cock through the thin fabric elasticated around his waist.Ā
āFuckā¦ā he mumbles to himself when he sees that thereās a live stream happening. A cosmic intervention for him, he thinks, a sign that heās meant to satiate his vices with this.
With you.
The screen changes to a vertical view of you in front of the camera, iPhone seemingly propped up against something while you sit on your mattress. Itās soā¦delicate and soft. Those are the words he can think of to describe the backdrop that he takes in quickly. Billowing white comforter on your bed, pillows surrounding you. The first thought he has is that it looks like a bed he could easily sleep in ā much more inviting than his. There are touches of blush pink, sky blue, and more. A complete rainbow of desaturated colors.
It all compliments you. Centered in the frame, the next sound you make drags his eyes back to your form as you move around. Another squeeze to his cock draws a longer sigh from his lips as he combs across the view of your body, scantily clad in a thong and a bra covered in cherries. The cups of the bra push up the weight of your breasts, spilling over the edge. His tongue runs across his lips to wet them, a new craving ravaging his mouth as he wonders what you would taste like with the skin of your tits dampened by his saliva.
The rest of your body is as softly lined and curving as your chest, waist swooping into your hips as you sit on your knees in front of the camera. Thick thighs spread with the press of your calves into the back of them, the inside of them meeting at the apex and providing cover for what he so badly wants to be shown. Thereās a line of your stomach above the waist of your panties, supple skin glistening. Delicious, is all he can think to himself. You look so fucking delicious that it floods his mouth with saliva, enough that he feels the overwhelming need to push his boxers down, freeing his hard cock to rest against his stomach until heās spitting into his palm and starting a slow, languid pace.
The grain of his palm drags against the length of his cock as he keeps a steady flick of his wrist. Not too fast, but not achingly slow. Enough to start stoking the burning coals in the pit of his stomach as he watches you on the small rectangular screen. Puffs of hot air leave his mouth, his jaw hanging open while he watches you shift to reach for something out of frame, the first look at your ass gifted to him. Rounded swell of curves with the fabric of your thong dipping between them. The slight jiggle of your cheeks makes Frankie moan quietly, taking the briefest moment to picture that same ripple in your skin from him fucking you from behind.
āShitā¦ā he grumbles under his breath, minorly increasing the pressure of his grip to squeeze his cock as his hand moves, desperate to mimic the feeling of someone ā apparently you, despite not knowing anything close to your name.
Skin on skin catches on the base of his dick and he exhales sharply with his teeth bared, opening his palm to spit once again. Itās not enough, but he continues the slide of his wrist as he sets his phone down on the mattress briefly, reaching over to his nightstand, pausing once again to dispense a pump of lotion into the palm of his right hand. Wrapping the moistened hand around his cock again, he starts a faster pace before slowing down to drag out his pleasure longer.
Returning into the frame fully, he sees your face for the first time and coughs as his open-mouthed inhale seizes in his throat. His fingers circle the base of his cock, squeezing hard as he takes in your face. Perfectly primped with a layer of makeup, but he can tell youāve got the kind of beauty that wouldnāt ever need changing or enhancing ā effortless. Velvety skin, as silky as the rest of your body but with an added glow. Bright eyes that are shining with mischief and want, and a smirk thatās as playful; he finds himself shutting his eyes again, for a few lazy strokes as he pictures that face, and your plush, pliable body, on your knees in front of him. Eagerly awaiting his cock to fill your mouth.
Fuck, youāre really doing a number on him tonight. He needed this. His desperation for a high of any kind coats his open mouth with each labored breath.
Focused back on his phone, you show off the treasure that you dug for off-camera. A lilac vibrator, one that fits the length of your hand, with a swell of size rounded off at the tip and tapered in at the end. Leaning closer to your camera, Frankie groans when your tits bounce, spilling out of your bra with a tiny nip slip that he catches immediately. And it only makes him want to see more.
āMm, cāmon, pretty girl, show me something here. Māfuckinā dyingā¦Necesito la distracciĆ³n (I need the distraction),ā Frankie speaks toward the screen, feeling pathetic as he barters with you in the one-way system.
As if you heard his pleas, you adjust your position, laying back on the mountain of pillows to prop yourself up and letting one leg fall open. Even in the lowered lighting of the room youāre in, presumably your bedroom, he can make out the wet patch covering your folds. He finds himself wondering if the act of getting off in front of a camera, in front of people watching live, is what gets you wet. Or if you have a fluffer like heās heard they do in porn.
Heād wanna be your fluffer.
Or maybe heād want to be the one to fuck you in the porno. At least both of youād get to finish then.
āThink I need someone who knows better than me to tell me what they wanna see.ā Your voice is saccharine, the slight fry in your voice jolts his hips into his hand, mumbles of curses slipping from his lips. āAnybody have any suggestions for me, chat?ā
A low hum starts when you press the button of the vibrator in your hand, spreading your knees further to open your core to the view of the camera completely. Your opposite hand to the toy hooks into the crotch of your thong, pulling the small bit of fabric, practically a string with the amount itās covering.
Frankieās mouth waters as the speed of his hand picks up, the grip of his fingers not nearly as satisfying as the clench of a pussy, but heāll make do. He has been for a year; you know what they say, no relationships for the first year sober. That, and he couldnāt find anyone that could take his mind off of coke long enough for him to get it up. So eventually he just let it be.
Now, though, heās painfully hard. The quick movements of his hand send a shock of pleasure up to his brain, veins contracting with the extra effort to keep the blood supply to his cock. Thumb brushes over his tip, mixing in his precum with the other lubrication, a hiss from behind his teeth shot out from the stimulation. His gaze is glued onto his rectangular screen, huffing out deep breaths while you press the vibrator against your clit. Thereās a quiver in your thighs that he notices, as if this is your first touch after teasing yourself, or someone else teasing you. Sensitive already.
Biting your lip, your eyes scan the screen as you read aloud, āFiveFingersAtFreddys said āTake your bra off please.ā Well, actually he said āTake your tits outā but Iāll give you the benefit of the doubt, dude, and say that you actually do have good manners.ā
He laughs, and itās a first for him. Laughing at someoneās jokes as he jerks off, alone.
You comply with the request, taking the vibrator away from your clit to reach around and unclasp your bra. Tossing the material aside, you lean back into the pillows again and the next sight nearly makes Frankie come right then and there until he takes his hand away completely. Laid out, legs open and fingers pulling your panties aside, vibrator pushing into your clit and driving a high-pitched moan from your lips. All while you're bare from the waist up, cushioned torso melting into your heavy tits, pert nipples bringing them to a point. The form of a Greek classics statue, one with fleshy outlines carved impeccably from marble.
āLa obra maestra (A masterpiece)ā¦ā Frankie whispers to himself, the squelch of his lotioned hand working his hard length bringing him back into his body, a moan slipping from his mouth.
āI think I need someone else to tell me how I should play with myself. Māso wet, jusā wanna touch myself but I donāt know where to start. All seems likeālike itās going to feel so good,ā you stutter out when your hips buck against the vibrator, a whimper echoing from your chest as you turn your attention to the chat again, awaiting intriguing instructions.
Maybe itās sexual frustration, maybe itās pathetic. Maybe itās the intense fucking craving to replace his need for coke high with a need for an orgasm, but for whatever reason chosen, Frankie finds himself clicking on the comment box with his thumb, typing wildly with one finger. He takes a second to read it for spelling errors before he presses send. Too lost in it all now to care.
Your eyes perk up, smirk growing on your face when you read the influx of chat replies. One must have caught your eye because the vibrator is being left to the side again. Fingers hook into the waist of your panties, slowly pulling them off as you read aloud the comment that caught your attention.
āThereās a new name I see hereā¦Maybe we should do what you want, Mr. FlyingFish. Consider it a welcome gift from me to you.ā His heart is pounding in his chest, hand gripping tighter and twisting around his dick as he fucks his fist, mumbles of curses spilling out as he listens to you repeat what he desperately typed not a minute prior. It sounds dirtier coming from you, despite his best efforts at politeness, āYou said āPlease show off how many of your little fingers fit into your pretty pussy. Think a pretty girl like you deserves to fuck her fingersā¦ā Alright, FlyingFish, youāve got me blushinā from that request and that is difficult to do, sir. Thank you for calling me a pretty girl. I promise Iām smart, too. Iāll be sure to count āem for you.ā
One finger slips into your dripping entrance easily, the other hand reaching for the vibrator and replacing it at your clit while your finger starts to fuck shallowly, āOne fingerā¦ā
Whines of frustration crack over his small speakers before a bigger moan falls from your lips, a second finger slid into you alongside the first, āOh, fuckā¦Thatās two. Mm, how am I doinā? FlyingFish, dāyou think I can get another?ā
Frankieās wrist flicks rapidly now, the direct address to him driving him mad as the sounds of his arm slapping against his stomach and thigh clap in his room and cut into the sounds your pussy is making as you get yourself off. He types as quickly as he can, strings of curses flowing from his mouth as the heat of his desire burns red hot inside of him. Heās so fucking close but he wants to watch you fall apart at the same time. Wants to be the reason you come.
āOh, shitāyouāve got a mouth, FlyingFish. āIād hope you can take another, otherwise, you couldnāt take my cock.ā Is that a promise, Fish? You saying you got a big dick for me to take?āĀ
You whimper and heās edging himself, squeezing hard to stay together when you inadvertently use his call sign. The closest thing you have to his name, and all he can think about is you screaming it while heās fucking you. He wants to tell you itās a promise only if you follow through, indulging in the fantasy of actually getting to touch you only for a moment. But instead, his attention is completely drawn to a third finger stretching your cunt in full view of the camera, your wanton moans popping in his speakers and driving his forearm to burn with the strain of muscle as he attempts to fist his cock even harder.
āFuckfuckfuckā¦Come for me, baby, please fucking come on those fingers,ā he begs no one but himself, a blinding white heat licking the entire inside of his body as he balances on the edge. Waiting for you to fall first.
āOh my god, fuckā¦ā The last word is drawn out, pitching up at the end as your fingers fuck faster, squelching sounds of your wetness flooding his mouth as his brain pleads for a taste of your cunt. āI donāt thinkāI donāt think I can get a fourth. Māgonna fucking comeāah! Oh, fuck me, Fishā¦ā
You barely whisper his name, or at least what is his name to you, but itās singlehandedly what punches out his guttural moan, ropes of warm, sticking spend coating his hand as he keeps moving and spilling onto his stomach. Itās prolonged, the tension in his calves relaxing after he spills the most come he has in a while.
Airy, light, a rush of blood back to his head has his whole body tingling with a high. Satiating his cravings from earlier, dissolving the want, the need, for anything of the sort. Instead, itās replaced with thoughts of you ā the image of you laying fucked out on his phone, adding his own touch of imagination when he closes his eyes to see you as you are but covered with his come the same way he is. Normally, this is when the smallest bit of shame crawls up his spine and sits at the nape of his neck, but instead, he melts into warmth. Faced with your smile as you sit up and lean over toward the camera again, laughing to yourself as you end the live.
āUm, if youāre still here, thanks for that FlyingFish. Felt fucking goodā¦And to everyone else, Iāll stream again on Monday night, same time as always. Night, everyone. Have a good weekend.ā All he hears before the sound cuts out is your excited giggles, the brightness of your post-orgasm joy stretching a smile across your face. Heās faced with a black screen, staring back at himself in the reflection with the shit-eating, smug grin he has on his face.
Now heās got plans for Monday night.
Frankie hasnāt been able to get you out of his head. Heās hooked. Images of your sloping curves flash behind his eyes on the days when youāre not available to watch, his hips fucking his fist in bed, the shower, even on his couch with the blinds all open because he was that needy. Thoughts of you replaced his thoughts of the white powder, chasing after the different high heās gifted by your voice, your body ā all through a screen.
Heās caught himself rasping affections as he pictures you, hissed compliments as he comes and imagining what heād say if you were in front of him. Letting him use your mouth or your cunt. Heās even gotten into a habit of imagining his head between your legs; the hardest he came is the one time he pictured you sitting on his face and all of the pretty sounds youād make for him. Fuck, cariƱo, thatās so good. Mm, bonita, youāre such a good girl. Love doinā what youāre told, donāt you, baby?
The fact that he doesnāt even know your name but is this infatuated isnāt lost on him. He knows he has an addictive personality, but this feels different. Like he was meant to find you for some reason. His sponsor would tell him itās a call from the universe that this is all part of his ājourney to sobrietyā, but really, he just thinks that youāre fucking hot. And the tiniest part of him thinks you might like him watching too, even though you have no idea who he is.
Each time he watches you live, his thumb taps across the keyboard, responding to your requests and even adding in some encouragement. Virtually having conversations with you, he quickly became a frequent flyer (your joke, not his). You listen to him. Like the sweet girl that you are. Taking his suggestions ā his demands when you beg ā and showing off for him, a whimpering mess when heās done with you.
At times, it feels like heās the only one watching, or at least the only one that matters to you. With the amount of times his username falls from your lips, itās easy to fall into a bubble of you and him. Youāve picked up the habit of referring to him as āFishā and itās driven him mad, the closest thing to his name that heāll hear you say. You give him material to think back about for days after. I love a man that knows what he wants, Fish. You can boss me around, Fishie. I always know what you tell me to do is gonna feel so fucking good.
All of this over the last few weeks has built up his courage, which is why he finds himself sitting on his couch with your profile open, the sun barely set outside. A random baseball game plays on his TV, but his focus is completely on his phone, writing and deleting a DM to you about ten times.
It has to be right. Friendly, but not stalker-ish. Flirty, but not creepy. Commanding enough to get your attention among what he imagines are countless messages in your inbox.
After another good ten minutes drafting a message, his thumb hovers over the āSendā button for a few seconds. Squeezing his eyes closed, he lowers his finger and hits the button, anxiety washing over him as he opens his eyes to stare at the blue bubble.
No going back now.
Standing at the stove, water boils over the side of the pot while you pour in the uncooked pasta noodles. A few drops hit your skin, mumbles of curses leaving your lips, āFucking shit!ā
You stir the pasta before reaching for the nearest kitchen towel to wipe the once-scalding water off of your hand. A deep sigh exhales, relaxing your shoulders as the ding of a notification draws your attention to your phone lying on the marble countertop next to you.
What you find on your lock screen sends a shock of excitement down your spine, the warmth of anticipation radiating around your body to tingle your fingers and toes.
[Direct Message:] FlyingFish
Quick to swipe up, the device unlocks with a scan of your face and opens a new notification when you click on it with your thumb. Subconsciously, your opposite thumb has ended up between your teeth, biting down on the skin as you hold back an eager grin while you wait for his message to load.
Youāve never had this reaction to a message before, actually, it was usually the opposite. Rolling your eyes, ignoring the men until the last moment. Only responding to keep them enticed and subscribed ā all of which keeps more money in your pocket. Thatās really why you started this whole thing anyway.
FlyingFish:
Hey
A puff of air exhales through your nose, a chuckle cutting the otherwise silent kitchen. Shaking your head to yourself, you canāt help but smile at your screen. Heartbeat fluttering, you internally kick yourself for having such a reaction to such a simple message. Not even knowing who this person is, you find yourself typing back a response.
Hey there Fish
Guess I never actually asked if I could call you that
You turn back to your task at hand, continuing to cook your dinner and attempting to put out of your mind all of your assumptions about this person messaging you. Youād guess itās a guy, an educated inference based on the demographics of your audience, but everything else is a complete mystery. The one time he insinuated he had a big dick stuck in your mind, and based on his behavior, youād like to assume he isnāt lying. An image of a man sticks out to you each time you whimper his nickname, on camera and that handful of times off camera and alone: tall, solid, and strong. Brunette, only because thatās your type. Rough hands and commanding touches. Someone to bend your stubborn will into submission. Heās confident, at least through the chat, and he seems to know what heās talking about. Each time you see his username pop up, you can feel yourself start to get wetter. Since you started this whole gig, there hasnāt been anyone quite like him. Itās always people asking for more for them ā Show us your tits. Say my name. Turn around so we can see your ass.
But with him, itās the opposite. He asks for more for you, which you guess is what he gets off to, not that you mind. Bet one more finger would feel even better for you, baby. Curl your fingers, cariƱo. You reaching that special spot? Gotta get deeper for me, baby. Rub slower, drag it out. Promise itāll be even sweeter at the end.Ā
Always polite but stern in his demands. Never too much, mostly not enough for your taste. Heās built up an appetite in you that you havenāt had before, a desire to please and to be good for him. All of it doesnāt feel like performing when heās telling you what to do, it feels like heās there, deep rasp in your ears as you picture thick fingers in place of yours and tight grips on your plush curves. Fingerprint-shaped bruises left behind and sore muscles in your thighs from holding yourself up as he asks you to come for him over and over and over.
A vibration against the hard surface of the countertop refocuses your gaze from a thousand yards away. Turning to grab your cell, you rub your thighs together in hopes of relenting the ache between them from your daydreams. Wet panties get caught in your folds, discomfort only momentary before you lean over the counter and open your legs, reading the mystery manās response.
You can call me anything you want bonita
But I will tell you that Fish is pretty close to my name
Fish is close to your name?
What is it? Bass? Salmon? Trout?
Funny
Fish is short for Catfish which was my call sign with my Special Ops team
Ahhh a military man. You know I like a man in uniform
Oh really? :)
Donāt wear it anymore but does it still count if I was once a man in uniform?
Hmm
:( please?
I wanna be liked by you
Showing your cards there Fishie
Not trying to play it cool?
Once you get to know me baby youāll come to find out that me and cool donāt really go together.
I doubt thatās true
So Catfish is your call sign? Who came up with that?
My buddies on my team
Said I couldnāt grow a beard for shit and that it looked like I had whiskers
So Catfish
Well I donāt wanna call you Fish if itās mean like that :(
Whatās your real name? If you wanna tell me
Are you gonna sell my identity and let someone tank my credit score?
Never
It wouldnāt benefit me much if your card gets declined every month
I appreciate the honesty baby haha
My nameās Frankie
I like your name Frankie :)
Itās nearly an hour of messaging back and forth, flirting intermingled with genuine curiosity about the otherās life, history and background. Frankie learns that you were struggling to find a job straight out of university and needed to make rent, so you figured it couldnāt hurt to try out selling content. You detailed briefly the time that you grew your following, telling him about your Instagram too, which he follows in that instant. The notification makes you laugh and you follow him back despite the profile being completely empty of any information besides his name. Not even a profile picture. He learns that you donāt speak much to your parents anymore, that your siblings live across the country so you donāt get to see them much.
He tells you about his family ā no siblings, parents that live in another part of the state and refuse to visit him in the city ā and his chosen family, the Special Ops guys. Laughter hiccups from your chest when he recalls a few of the better stories from them, telling you about each other them as if he was preparing you to actually meet them. He has that thought, briefly, about all of you out for drinks. How they would probably like you as much as he does; your charm and sincerity would hook them all just as it has for him. Frankie tells you all about his current hobby, fixing up an old, cherry red 1978 Jeep Cherokee. How the only other time he spends online is searching for car parts, watching Youtube as he works on the vehicle in his garage.
You make a cheeky comment that he must be good with his hands before sending another message immediately:
Would you wanna actually talk? Like on Facetime maybe
Frankie stares at the message, blinking slowly as if it will disappear. Youāre asking to talk to him? Shouldnāt it be the other way around? I mean, if he knew that was an option he would have asked himselfā¦
He wouldnāt and he knows he wouldnāt based on the way his stomach has dropped to his feet, his hands have gone clammy and his throat tightened. Swallowing hard, he whispers a small pep talk to himself to work up the nerve to say yes. He wants to see you, he always wants to see more of you, but the fact that youād see him as wellā¦he canāt cope.
Heat trickles across the back of his neck and up his cheeks, thumbs hovering over the keyboard as his brain completely wipes any thought to respond. Dropping his phone into his lap, both of his hands reach up, one grabbing the brim of his cap and lifting it from his head while the other runs through his hair to push it back away from his face. In the corner of his eye, he catches his left knee bouncing. Lips press together in a thin line, rolling the flesh between his teeth before he picks up his phone again and sends a message back to you with just his phone number.
Not even a minute later, his screen lights up with a list of digits strung together in an unfamiliar order. As if it were possible, he felt his stomach drop lower than his feet, deep into the ground below and burrowing away along with his confidence.
Shit, this was a stupid idea. Heās going to make a fool of himself and youāll lose interest and heāll have to think about you every day for the rest of his life and wonder what youāre doing, how youāre doing, even what your name isā
Fuck, heās gonna miss the call.
Frankie decides that it is much more embarrassing to miss the call he just sent his phone number for than to potentially come off as uncool, so his finger swipes to the right to answer. Quickly, he turns off his camera before you notice, opting for the level of anonymity to remain.
āHi, Frankieā¦ā Your candied voice drips with sweetness around his name. Heās been imagining you saying it, trying to get it right in his mind over the past few weeks, but hearing it now he relishes in the fact that none of them were right. None of them sounded like spun sugar, like it did just now.
You fill the frame from your shoulders up, the same bright smile on your face that heās seen at the end of each live, after heās had his fun with you, but looking completely different out of that context. Itās a bit shy, demure in the way you're resting in your bed against your pillows, t-shirt on and fresh-faced. You look beautiful. And it makes him feel a bit silly that you canāt see his reaction.
āHey, bonita. Māsorry I donāt have my camera on, jusā nervous. Didnāt want you to hang up right away gettinā a look at this mug,ā he says with self-deprecating laughter at the end, watching as your brows knit together with a pout on your lips.
āYou donāt have to apologize, Frankie. Māhappy to do whatever youāre comfortable with. Besides, if your voice gives me any indication of your looks, youād probably be making me way more nervous.ā Teeth bite into your bottom lip as you hold in a grin, a hand coming into view to nudge at your nose. Heās seen you do it a few times on live, whenever youāre waiting in anticipation. For him, heād like to think.
āOh, yeah? Whyās that?ā he teases, the smirk playing at his face evident in his flirty tone.
āYou jusā soundā¦nice.ā
āNice? Thatās all? Why would that make you nervous, baby?ā
A sigh slips from your lips, rolling your head back as he hears the smallest whine from you. His cock jumps in his sweats, already half hard from the flirty back and forth in your messages.
āGod, youāre going to be a problem with all those pet names,ā you say exasperated. Frankie laughs at his screen, feeling like an idiot sitting here alone and smiling like a fool. Youāre cute when youāre mad.
āYou can tell me your name and I can use that instead?ā he propositions, licking his lips as he awaits the piece of information heās been chomping at the bit to have.
āNo! I mean, Iāll tell you my name, butā¦I like the nicknames. Keep them. Please.ā Your words scramble out and it makes him grin wider, witnessing you as nervous as heās feeling. When you give him your name, he repeats it a few times, rolling it around in his mouth, tasting the syllables on his tongue. Delicate, floral, sweet but a slight tang. Smooth as it rolls across his vocal cords, soothing the rising heat heās feeling with a refreshing chill. Like peaches and cream.
The two of you chat back and forth for a while, pride swelling in his chest when you laugh at his stupid jokes or give him a compliment, despite being none-the-wiser to his looks. Heās quick to make you blush with his comments, telling you how beautiful he thinks you are. And Frankieās thanking himself for keeping his camera off, because at times during the call, his eyes drift to your chest, blatantly staring at your perked up nipples through the thin fabric of your t-shirt. It grows his hard on, the softness of your breasts bouncing around as you restlessly squirm during the call enticing him to picture getting his mouth on them. Heād guess youād taste the same as your name.
The next time you move, he watches your chest again before a sight in the background catches his eye, drawing a chuckle from his mouth. A stuffed bunny lays next to you in your bed, messy with age and love. A soft pink color with a red ribbon tied around its neck, he finds the need to ask about it prodding in his mind.
āIs that who films everything for you?ā he jokes, watching your face twist with confusion before looking to your side and bursting out in a laugh. Returning your eyes to the camera, you shake your head timidly.
āNo, unfortunately heās pretty limited to cuddling.ā
āHe? Didnāt know you had a man in your life, baby. Feels like we shouldnāt be talking like this in front of him.ā The sound of your laughter quickens his pulse, the melody trilling in his ears with comfort.
āWell, I guess if you could offer me more than cuddling, he could be demoted.ā
āI think I can offer more, Conejita.ā Frankie watches as something akin to excitement, but burning brighter, flashes in your eyes. You sit up more, one eyebrow raising in challenge.
āWhat could you offer me, Frankie?ā Itās a loaded question. He could be polite, steer the conversation away from where he so desperately wants it to go, to be a gentleman. It would be easy to make a joke, to get you both to move on.
But he always wants to see where this could go. Youāre the one who wanted to talk on the phone in the first place. And he would never suggest anything to make you uncomfortable, and he thinks that you know that. Itās like what the two of you do in your lives ā a conversation, a back and forth that may end up benefitting both of you.
āDepends on what youāre lookinā for, Conejita. Iām a man of many talents.ā The words are slick on his tongue, silvery with enticement.
āHmā¦ā you ponder out loud, tapping your index finger against your bottom lip before turning back to the camera, āCan you cook?ā
āDecently. Canāt claim Iām a chef, but I feed myself. And māpretty good at a grill and makinā some of my mamĆ”ās recipes. Insisted on teaching them to me so they didnāt end with her.ā
Grinning warmly, he feels his heartbeat kick up against his chest, thumping hard at the sight of you giving him that look. āThatās so sweet that she taught you. You can teach me, then someone else in the world will know her recipes too.ā
Christ, youāre so fucking adorable. He doesnāt know what he wants more in the moment: to keep talking and simply listen to your voice, or to flirt his way into something more.
āShe might be a better teacher than me, baby. Would probably be over the moon if you asked to learn since she had to force me a bit,ā he laughs along with your quiet giggle, taking a deep breath when you bite down on your bottom lip.
āAre you a good teacher of other things?ā
āIād like to think so. Havenāt I taught you new things already, Conejita?ā
There goes his heartbeat when you look away from the camera, smirk lifting your cheekbones as your demeanor goes shy, shrugging your shoulders as you lay back again, shifting to get comfortable.
āYou haveā¦And now Iāve learned how sexy your voice is, too. Iāll be picturing everything you type now to be said in your voice.ā
Frankie breathes out a chuckle, a heat burning the nap of his neck, trickling down his back. He feels the effects of his blood rushing below his belt, ever-so-slightly lightheaded as he quietly palms his bulge in his sweatpants.
āMy voice is sexy?ā
āUm, duh. Are you kidding me? You sound allā¦rugged and raspy and deep. Like you could manhandle me easily,ā you admit your thoughts easily, and he sighs quietly at the thought of having you in front of him to throw around his bed and mold you into the positions he dreams of getting you into.
āNo tienes ni idea de lo que harĆa contigo (You've got no idea what I would do with you)...ā he mumbles under his breath, hearing a soft whimper from you. One of your arms is slung across your front, pressing your breast into the other and he can take a guess as to what your hand is up to. āYou want some help, baby? I bet youāre jusā feeling so needy, arenāt you? Listening to my voice got you that worked up?ā
āMhmmā¦I need it, Frankieā¦ā Your voice has the edge of a whine and he exhales slowly as he hears you beg for him. Not his call sign or a username. His name. Him. Thereās no one else whoās making you feel this way, no one else striving for attention.
He pushes his pants down, pulling his hard cock out to start slowly stroking. Youāve left him aching, dripping precum that his fingers smear around his length to lubricate as he moves up and down in a teasing pace.
āUse your manners, Conejita. What dāyou say?ā
āPlease. Please, Frankie. I wanna hear your voice, I want you to tell me what to do.ā He hisses from behind his teeth as he squeezes his cock at the base, leaning his head back against his headboard before his focus zeroes in on you on his screen, asking for his guidance, his control to get you off. No one else privy to the sights heās seeing.
āGood girl. Such a good girl for me, baby. Why donāt you take off your shirt for me? Let me see you, bonita.ā Wetting his lips with his tongue when you move to prop your phone up on your mattress, an expert at framing yourself perfectly. The thin, worn fabric of your sleep shirt slips over your head, leaving you on full display for him ā already pantyless. Whether you started the call with any on is a mystery to him, but now, he settles back to tell you exactly what he wants from youā¦what he knows will feel good for his conejita.
āOkay, bunny, lean back for meā¦Thatās it, get comfortable. Good girl.ā Looking into your camera to your side, a nervous smile plays at your lips, shyness overcoming you as you wait with bated breath for Frankie, whoās still a mystery to you, to instruct you. Itās driving him mad, how trusting you are of him without ever seeing his face. Such a sweet girl. His sweet girl.
āShow me how you like to play when no oneās watching.ā
When his phone dings one evening a few weeks later, Frankie pulls himself out from under the hood of his project car. A familiar fizz bubbles over his body, a Pavlovian response thatās been built over the last few weeks heās been talking to you. There have been text chains, full of flirty sincerity, and more phone calls, all with his camera off but not all ending like that first one. There have been times when the two of you have had long conversations, full of laughter and learning about the other. A few calls have ended with you falling asleep, stuffed bunny tucked under your chin and pillowy lips parted slightly with deep, even breaths.
Admittedly, heās grown attached. Maybe a bit much forā¦whatever this relationship or friendship is, but he canāt help the teenage giddiness heās felt with every text chime, ringtone, or dial that heās found you on the other end of.
Heās got a crush.
So immediately at the peal of his cell, heās reaching for the rag on his workbench, wiping his hands clean of grease before reading over your message.
Conejita:
Hiii š
Are you busy?ā
Grinning like a fool at the gray bubble, Frankie begins to type out a response before abandoning the message and clicking the phone button at the top of your name instead. Pressing the speaker to his ear, he runs a thumb across his bottom lip while he listens to the trill of the dial tone. Steps pace him across the garage, counting them in his head as he waits for an answer.
āHey, stranger.ā The line clicks on and your voice immediately draws a smile across Frankieās face, hearing one of yours in your upbeat tone.
āHey, Conejita. Whatās up with you?ā Even your presence over the phone calms his nerves, sparking kindling low in his gut that spreads down to his toes and up to the back of his neck. Frankie tucks his phone between his ear and shoulder as he wanders back over to the carhood, shutting it carefully. He retreats inside, washing his hands as he listens to you recount your day.
ā...So then I got pissed off and left ācause she was being so unreasonable. And then I wanted to talk to you ācause, I dunno.ā The intensity in your cadence slows down toward the tailend of your story of an argument with a friend of yours; Frankie chuckles, biting his tongue while you sigh deeply and he dries his hands off on a kitchen towel.
āYou donāt know why you wanted to talk to me? Donāt get all shy on me now, cariƱo,ā he teases you, receiving a frustrated huff on the other end. āWell, for what itās worth, I agree with you. She sounds like she has a stick up her ass. And māglad you wanted to call me, Conejita.ā
āDāyou wanna switch to Facetime?ā
āāCourse, I do. Always wanna see your face, jusā one secā¦ā Frankie climbs his stairs two at a time, reaching the landing as his screen lights up with the Facetime request from you. He answers it, camera off, while he changes out of dirty clothes and listens to you chatting about plans for the weekend. He mentions going out with the guys tomorrow night, and you make a jest that gets him laughing, both of you bantering back and forth before he settles back on his bed.
āYāknow, I am content to chat with you like this, Frankie. But I keep wondering what you look likeā¦ā In the small rectangle of his screen, you lean forward to fill more of it, cleavage exposed in your bralette. Heās been waiting for this to be brought up again, and feeling so much more comfortable with you, he canāt admit he hasnāt thought about it. But with that stronger connection comes the anxieties. What if he isnāt what you pictured? What if he isnāt your type? What if you donāt like him anymore?
Frankie thinks heās decent looking enough ā he hasnāt had much trouble pulling girls since he was a teenager, but not being the most commanding or charismatic in the room, he has had his bouts of struggle in the relationship department.
āPlease, Frankie. Sānot fair I get to hear your sexy voice and not know what you look like. Pretty please, Iāll give you something special if you do,ā you bargain with a pout on your face, bottom lip protruding and puffy. He wants to kiss it away, bite down on the glossy flesh, work away your frowning moue with his own mouth. Wonderings of what you taste like.
Coming back into himself, he wears a proud, intrigued smirk that youāre blind to except for the way his words curl around his slick, silvery tongue, āOh, is that right, bunny? What if I wanna know what the something special is to decide?ā
āNot how it works, silly. Either you want something special or you donāt.ā A stern shake of the head, sitting up straight as you raise an eyebrow at him.
He sits with it for a moment, thoughts warring on the inside. In the end, his realistic side barters that either way could end badly: he doesnāt turn the camera on and you get frustrated, ending it, or he does turn the camera on and you donļæ½ļæ½t like the look of him, ending it. A phantom whisper of your voice, bubbly and bright, reminds him that it could make everything even better, and that ultimately is what convinces him.
āAlright, alright. You make a convincing argument, Conejita.ā
A beaming smile stretches across your face as you draw a leg up to your chest, resting your head on your kneecap while you hold back your excitement and anticipation. Frankie takes in the sight of you, astir on tenterhooks.
āHere goes nothing,ā he mumbles to himself before his thumb is pressing the camera button, illuminating himself on your screen. He sees himself in the smaller rectangle in the corner, grimacing before he laughs softly and grins, awaiting your reaction with waves of solicitude raging inside.
You see him, your Frankie. Filling your phone screen. Finally.
A nearly inaudible gasp leaves your lips, blocked from the mic by your knee. Studying his face, you witness the lines next to his eyes deepening as he laughs, his shy smile growing on his face. Big brown eyes strike your chest, their sincere softness making you want to fall into their warmth and stay there forever. Like the comforting heat of a mug of coffee on a chilly morning. You note that your visualizations were correct, mostly. Brown hair, curling out from under the cap branded with Standard Oil that sits on his head. Wide set shoulders that extend out of frame, a build to him that screams he most definitely can manhandle you around in bed. His call sign makes a bit more sense to you, seeing patches in his short beard, admiring the one on his left cheek that is shaped like a heart. Simply endearing. The image of him in front of you sends a shock to your core, wet spot in your panties growing as you begin to imagine what the rest of him looks like.
Hot is all you can think. Frankie is fucking hot.
His voice cuts through your trails of admiration, joking around to break the silent tension, āSo are you gonna ask me to keep my camera off now?ā
As you swallow to recover some of your composure, shaking your head back and forth quickly before a genuinely eager smile paints your expression. Leaning closer to see more of his details, freckles across his neck and where his shirt exposes a sliver of his chest, the peak of his cupidās bow shaded by his mustache, long eyelashes that reach toward his eyebrows. You drop your knee from in front of you, leaning an elbow on the surface of your desk and resting your shin in your palm.
āFrankie, respectfully, what the fuck? Youāre so hot.ā
A boisterous laugh rolls from his chest, the same shy smile returning with a blush across his cheeks, āConejita, youāre the hot one between us.ā
āNo, no, Iām being serious. Youāre like ā Damn. Your smile. And you have pretty eyes, Frankie. And youāre just likeā¦really fucking hot. I canāt even think of another word. You should be the one doing what Iām doing.ā
āOh, cāmon, youāre only seeing my face, baby.ā
āYeah, and? Itās a pretty faceā¦Wanna sit on it.ā Your giggle cuts through his speakers, and Frankie groans at the comment. Saliva coats your mouth as you watch the muscles in his neck tense, licking your chops like a prowling lion. If only he was in front of you right nowā¦
āDiablitaā¦eres una problema. (Little devilā¦youāre a problem.) Do I get my special something now?ā
Another giggle and a mischievous smirk make Frankieās brows stitch together in frustration, your shoulders shrugging as you toy with the strap of your bra, hooked under your index finger, āActually, I think I wanna move the goalpost. Will you show me what Iām missinā, Frankie? I wanna see more.ā
Desire burns bright and wild inside of you, ache building between your legs as your arousal drips from your panties and onto your thighs. Youād been picturing him ā all of him ā for weeks. Ever since that first message. But now, seeing him on your phone screen, your imagination is running wild with newfound information and attempting to fill in the blanks. He has to be big, thickness would be just right. Heās the quiet type, unassuming in his own looks, which means he has to have a virtually perfect dick. It's the rules of the universe. Undecided if heās cut or not, but regardless, picturing your manicured fingers wrapped around it and tongue licking at his tip. Watching him come undone from you. Stomach tensing, those long fingers that you sneak a peek of when he adjusts his hat wrapped up in your hair. Rasping moans. What would he taste like?
Frankie shakes his head, a quick tsking drawing your attention back to the moment as he looks on with a teasing expression, āConejita, I donāt think it works like that.ā
āOkay, then no special something for you. Your choice, Francisco.ā
He watches as you move the strap back up your shoulder, the soft snap of the elastic against your skin. Huffing out a frustrated breath, he mumbles, āNo serĆas tan valiente si estuvieras aquĆ conmigo, mocosa. (You wouldnāt be so brave if you were here with me, brat.)ā
Uncaring in whatever annoyances he was airing with you, you watch him sit up further in the frame, knocking off his cap and reaching for the hem of his shirt. Despite his words, he lifts his shirt over his head, looking back at the camera, bare shoulders and chest on display, āThis is what you get for now, bunny.ā
Satisfaction glows from your smile, biting hard into your bottom lip while Frankie watches your eyes search everywhere on your screen besides his own. A stern clearing of his throat breaks your trance, a commanding expression on Frankieās face.
āYou promised me something, Conejita.ā
A deep pout replaces your grin, huffing in defiance as you slip your bra straps from your shoulders, āCanāt you please take the rest off? Show me what I wanna see, Frankie. Please.ā
āNah uh. Quit demanding, baby. Yāknow thatās my job. Now tell me, what are you gonna do for me to get what you want?ā His unwavering voice surprises you, despite hearing it for weeks. With the added heat factor of his looks, you crumble a bit quicker, clenching your thighs as you sigh and nod obediently.
āIāll do anything, Frankie. Jusā tell me what to do, I wanna make you happy.ā
He grins on the screen, sincere softness peeking out, āOh, baby, yāknow itās easy to make me happy. Jusā gotta be a good little bunny, yeah?ā He hums, licking his lips as he ponders what he wants from you tonight, a night he wants to fill with another milestone for the two of you. Heās only seen you use a small vibrator or your fingers on the phone with you, but he knows what else you have. Heās watched the video of you using it on your profile only about ten times.
āGet your pretty pink toy for me, Conejita. Yāknow the one. And then get on the floor and youāre going to show me exactly how you use it.ā
Thereās rustling as you follow his instructions, stripping bare and suctioning the toy to your hardwood floors, propping the phone up for him to see it all. The hot pink dildo bobbles from you moving around it, glistening with lube that you applied ā even though with one glance at your cunt, both you and Frankie know you wouldnāt need it. Straddling over the silicone, you slowly tease your entrance with it, whining before you make one more attempt to Frankie watching you with a smugness in his smirk.
āPlease, Frankie, canāt you please show me your cock? I wanna picture it while I fuck myself. Wanna know if itās how I imaginedā¦Dream about it a lot.ā He can read right through your tactics, but his dick canāt. It strains against his zippered jeans, throbbing under the fabric for some sort of relief. He squeezes his palm over it once, exhaling as he shakes his head, strong in his convictions.
āBe a good girl, and Iāll show you what you wanna see.ā No more room for negotiations.
āYesāsir.ā
Frankieās mouth hangs ajar while his focus trains on the apex of your thighs. Watching you slowly sink down, the bright pink rubbery toy disappears inside of you. Whimpers slip from your lips as you brace your hands on your thighs, fingers digging into the plush skin. Need burns brightly in his chest and below his belt, clenching his jaw while he imagines biting the meaty part of you, leaving teeth marks in his wake before settling his mouth at your entrance.
Your hips set a quick pace, desperate for the high youāve been dripping for since getting on the phone with Frankie. A low growl followed with a disapproving tut clicks over the speakers of your phone.
āSlow down, baby girl. Not a raceā¦ā Frankie corrects, and the only response you have is a frantic nod, turning your movements to a drag. The toy fills you up, stretches you the most that you have ever been. Pain heats your feelings of pleasure, intensifying it all in the lightness of your limbs and head. The ridges of the faux veins of the fake cock impress into your walls, the tip of it notching at the spot inside of you that Frankie taught you to reach. It only skates by it, whines accompanying your frustrations.
Frankie, on the other end, listens to the squelch of your pussy around the silicone. The sound drives him to fully cup his erection through his pants, palming himself with heady breaths as your own moans for him drive the iron hot brand of need deeper into his skin. He can see your need for a change, your need to be given permission to chase that feeling thatās within reach.
āLean back, little bunny. Sit back on your hands and use your hipsā¦Show me more of that pretty pussy,ā he instructs, cool and confident while his hips buck up into his hand. Being his perfect girl, you do as he says and change positions, gasping when you sink down onto the toy. Your cunt clenches around it, a satisfied smirk painting Frankieās face. He knows heās gotten you to hit that special spot. With the grip your entrance has around the base of the dildo, he wonders if youāll pop it off of the floor on your next thrust.
āOh, fuckā¦Frankie, wish you were here. Tell meātell me what youād do to me if you were here,ā you beg, your hips still dragging at the new angle.
A groan escapes Frankie at your request, biting down hard on his lip and taking his hand away from his lap to deny himself the temptation.
āYou love hearing me say all the dirty things to you, huh Conejita?ā Without waiting for an answer, he continues, āIf I were there with you, Iād would beāshitāIād be devouring you right now. Fucking you with my tongue and my fingers, making you squeeze me and getting your come all over my face. Gotta get you ready for me, bunny. After, Iād flip you over. Get your pretty ass up for me, and Iād fuck you senseless. Thatās what you want, isnāt it? Turn it all off up there and just let me take care of youā¦ā
Nodding, your hips start to move faster as Frankie speaks to you. He doesnāt have the heart to tease you anymore, letting you start to take what you want for a bit. Your moans pitch up, tits bouncing with your nipples pebbled and the rest of your soft curves twisting as you rock back and forth on the toy.
āYes, please. I want that,ā you mewl, heavy breaths erratic.
āThatās right. My baby deserves it all,ā he says with a sigh, his large palm squeezing his hard cock again, slowly unzipping his jeans and slipping his hand into his boxers to grip himself at the base. āIād fuck you until that pretty little brain of yours was filled up only with thoughts of how good I make you feel. How good you are for me, pretty girlā¦Look at you go, bouncing on that toy. Rub your clit, Conejita. Slow, at least for right now.ā
You follow his orders, supporting yourself on one arm. Slow circles against your clit have you shuddering with pleasure, a twitch of your tummy as you moan. Your eyes flutter shut, face twisting with overwhelming need. Frankie drinks in the sight, indulging himself in a few long strokes of his cock before he hears it.
āDaddyā¦ā you breathe, near a whisper, but itās audible to him. Lost in yourself, you donāt even notice youāve let it slip until it comes again, āOh my god, Daddy.ā
The surprise of it shocks your eyes open, stuttering your hips as you narrow in on your screen. Frankieās eyes grow dark, licking his lips as he holds in a loud moan. His fingers grip the base of his aching cock, holding off at the edge. So close to coming when he heard that word drip from your mouth like melted sugar.
He can tell youāre attempting to gauge his reaction, nervous settling in as you attempt to move on from it and continue fucking yourself closer to finishing. Frankieās eager to take it in stride, clearing his throat before he gives it right back to you, opening that door that he knows wonāt be shut any time soon. At least not by him.
āYeah, thatās right, baby. Let Daddy tell you what you need, yeah?ā He chuckles darkly, satisfaction thumping in his veins while you nod and whimper yes yes yes back to him, āYāknow, if you like that lilā toy, baby, Daddyās cock will feel even better. Sābigger than that fucking thing.ā
āOh, fuck, I need toāI need you, Daddy, please!ā
āI know, Conejita, I know. Poor little thing jusā needs Daddy to be filling her up, huh? You wanna know what my cock feels like inside of you, donāt you, pequeƱa?ā He hisses with a buck of his hips into his fist, squeezing his eyes shut for a brief second.
āYes, yes, please, Daddy! Please,ā you choke on a breath and Frankie can see you twitch at your inner thighs from the full-on view of your pussy, your tell-tale sign that youāre about to come.
āYāknow the rules, Conejita. Better ask before you come.ā
āPlease, please may I come?ā you moan, rubbing faster circles against your clit and grinding down on your toy.
āOh, bunny, you can ask nicer than that. May I comeā¦?ā he leads, smirking devilishly when you nearly squeal from the way heās holding you out on the edge. Teetering on the verge of that high that he knows well, he can see your legs faltering with a cramp.
āPlease may I come, Daddy?ā Your eyes open, heavy-lidded and lips parted with shallow breathing. Frankie gets lost in the sight, wrecked from his direction, his words, a sheen of sweat over your skin and the arousal coating your thighs. A fucking dream.
āMm, come for Daddy, baby girlāā heās interrupt as you erupt in a high-pitched moan, mouth wide open as you string together mumblings Oh fuck, Daddy, feels so good. Need you so badā¦
āGood girl.ā
Frankie hums contently, chuckling as a dopey grin finds your face, blinking through the orgasmic haze. Laying back, you slip the toy out of your pussy, leaving it to wobble in place and spreading your legs around it. One arm comes to rest against your forehead, breasts rising and falling with deep, recovering breaths. Heās blocked of the view that would make this moment even sweeter, licking his lips before he speaks up.
āLemme see that fucked cunt of yours, bunny. Let Daddy see what belongs to him.ā You sit up again, popping the toy off of the floor and laying it to the side to be cleaned later. Frankie hums as you part your legs more, the glittering of your come dripping on your thighs and across your swollen pussy. āEres un buen oyente, pequeƱa. (Youāre a good listener, little one.)ā
āWhatās that mean?ā you ask, a long exhale punctuating the question.
āYouāre a good listener, little one.ā Frankie grins when you grow shy, inching your legs together before he tsks again, one hand coming into frame to motion for your lower limbs to part again.
āYāknow, it would look even prettier with my come dripping out of ya, baby.ā
āPlease.ā
āWhat, Conejita?ā
āDonāt tease me anymoreā¦Canāt take it, Daddy.ā You lips push out in a pout, subtle but he can catch the change in expression.
āNah uh, no pouting, bunny. Who said that I was teasing? Iām going to make it happen.ā
Sweetness slips from your lips in a giggle, leaning over to pick up your phone and hold him closer to your face.
āSo, if I was a good girl, doesnāt that mean I get to see what I asked for before?ā Wiggling in eagerness, Frankie feigns ignorance, scratching at his beard as he shrugs, acting as if he didnāt nearly come in his pants multiple times in the last few minutes.
āI dunno, Conejita. What did you ask me for? Gonna have to remind me.ā
āYour cock. I wanna see it.ā Your pout sneaks back, biting your lip. āMay I please see your cock, Daddy?ā
āI think I could do that for you, baby. Asking so nicely. Such a good girl for Daddy, yeah?ā
āAlways.ā A giggle bubbles up from your tummy, biting down on your lip as Frankie takes you in, shaking his head in subtle disbelief. How the hell did clicking for one subscription get him here, having Facetime sex with you?
He obliges your original requests, moving to prop his phone up in front of him, stripping down his jeans first. The sight of his bulge waters your mouth, pupils widening in want at the outline of his cock. No tricks of the light, no chance of manipulation like some men in your DMs do. All natural.
And Frankie wasnāt lying. Heās big.
The reveal comes when he tugs his boxers down to his ankles, settling in front of the camera again. His heavy length rests against his lower stomach, precum dripping into his dark happy trail. Your eyes drag over the veins ribbing him, leading down to show off that heās tastefully groomed. Swallowing saliva, you lick your lips as his large hand wraps around, slow strokes that gently shift the foreskin away from his tip. The end of his cock glistens with pebbles of precum, red and aching. Frankie hisses at the contact, the veins in his neck straining against his skin while he starts to fuck his fist.
āYou look so pretty, Daddy,ā you compliment sweetly, grinning at him as he laughs quietly back at you.
āSuch a sweet little bunny. You think you can take me in your tight little cunt?ā A long exhales concaves his chest, quiet moans as his hand picks up pace.Ā
You return his regular favor of talking him through it, detailing how good of a girl youād be for him, telling him all that he would be allowed to do to you. The sounds Frankie makes has you dripping again, getting his permission to fuck your fingers, both of you driving each other to a peak, your second one taking the breath from your lungs as Frankie comes at the same time. Whimpers escape your mouth as you envy his hand and stomach being covered in his release, biting your tongue and crowding the screen as he shows off how much you made him come.
āWish I was there to clean you up, Daddy.ā
āRight back at you, Conejita.ā
A few days later, Frankie calls you after one of your livestreams, grinning like a schoolboy when you answer in only your underwear. You laugh as you set your phone down on the surface of your dressing, his childish smirk turning to a pout as he stares at your white painted ceiling. Calling out to him, you ask for one second while you tug a sweatshirt over your head, shuffling around before grabbing the device and relaxing back on your bed, bunny in your lap.
āHi, baby,ā Frankie coos, one side of his mouth lifting in a smile as he drinks in your cozy, drowsy demeanor. Cuddling with the toy against your chest, you grin back at him, curling up onto your side like a cat.
āHi, Frankie,ā you mumble back, exhaustion heavy in your eyes.
āYou sleepy, little bunny?ā A slow nod answers his question. āAlright, I wonāt keep you up for long then. Just had a question for you.ā
The vague proposition piques your interest, your eyes shooting open and the camera being brought closer to your face, āWhatās your question?ā
Frankie works his lips between his teeth, nerves crackling over his entire body. Realistically, he knows youāll say yes, but thereās still that chance for rejection in the moment. His left leg bounces against his couch, hand running over his face as he takes a deep breath in, āI was wondering if youād wanna come visit me here in Florida? If you donāt have timeāā
āI would love to come visit, Frankie,ā you agree immediately, a sincere smile growing on your face. Frankie mirrors your excitement with a goofy grin, the creases next to his eyes deepening and his dimple cratoring his cheek. āIāll even book my flight right now, thatās how eager I am.ā
Shaking his head furiously, he clicks his tongue in a tut, scolding you playfully, āHey, hey. No, none of that. Iām not letting my baby pay, Iām the one who asked you to come.ā
āButāā
āNope, no buts. Except yours getting onto a plane and coming to see me,ā Frankie laughs at his own joke, earning a playful eye roll as you hold back your own chuckle. āOh, cāmon, that was funny, Conejita. I can tell you want to laugh.ā
The two of you go back and forth while he books your flight on his laptop, showing off the confirmation number once itās all gone through. Both of you wear shit-eating grins on your faces, sitting in disbelief.
Frankie canāt help the rush of anxiety, unable to tell if itās solely from his excitement. All he can think about is having you in front of him, in the flesh, in person. No screens between the two of you, no broken signals or shitty wifi interruptions. Hearing your voice without the strain of speakers, getting to touch you, taste you, hear you, feel you all over him. Thereās the flash of a vision of you laid out underneath him, making your little sounds that drive him crazy and digging your nails into his backā¦
āGonna let Daddy spoil you while youāre down here, baby girl?ā Frankie smirks as you stretch sleepily, biting down on your lip.
āYouāre flying me out, isnāt that spoiling me enough? Shouldnāt it be my turn to spoil you then?ā
āThink you know the answer to that, baby. Having you in front of me is spoiling me enough, I jusā wanna take care of you.āĀ
The simple statement brings a smile to your face, shyly tucking your face into your pillow. The rest of the call relaxes you back to near sleep, listening as Frankie tells you all about what heāll take you to do. Your drowsiness catches up with you, drifting off on the phone. Frankie chuckles quietly to himself, sitting with you for a moment silently before he goes to hang up.
āNight, Conejita. Canāt wait to see you.ā
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Youāre Mine
pre apocalypse: joel miller x fem/ wife reader
Y/N adjusted her dress in the mirror one last time, smiling at her reflection. It was girlsā night out, and she couldnāt wait to unwind with her friends. She grabbed her purse and phone, calling out to her husband, Joel, before heading out the door.
āBe safe, darlinā,ā Joel said, giving her a quick kiss. āCall me if you need anything.ā
āI will, donāt worry,ā Y/N assured him with a grin. āSee you later!ā
The night started off wonderfully. Y/N and her friends laughed over cocktails, sharing stories and dancing to the beat of the music in the lively bar. Hours flew by in a haze of fun and laughter. The night was in full swing at the bar. The music pulsed through the air, a lively mix of pop and dance hits that had everyone on their feet. Y/N and her friends were at the center of it all, laughing and dancing without a care in the world. Y/N twirled and moved with the rhythm, her hair flying around her face as she lost herself in the music.
As the night wore on, Y/N noticed a man hovering nearby. At first, she didnāt pay him much attention, but he gradually inched closer, his gaze fixed on her. She exchanged a glance with her friends, rolling her eyes. It wasnāt the first time sheād dealt with unwanted attention, but it was certainly unwelcome.
Y/N felt a bit uncomfortable and decided it was time to head home.
She stepped outside into the cool night air and called Joel. āHey, babe. Can you come pick me up?ā
āOn my way,ā he replied without hesitation.
Stepping back inside the building and going to find her girls and to tell them goodbye. Y/N sees someone approaching out of the corner of her eye. āHey,ā the man said, stepping into her personal space. āYouāre a great dancer.ā
āThanks,ā Y/N replied, keeping her tone polite but distant. She turned back to her friends, hoping heād get the hint.
He didnāt. Instead, he persisted, trying to join their circle and edging closer to Y/N. āCome on, letās dance together.ā
āIām here with my friends,ā Y/N said firmly, stepping back.
āJust one dance,ā he insisted, his hand reaching out to touch her arm.
Y/N pulled away, feeling her patience wearing thin. āI said no.ā
Before the situation could escalate further, Y/Nās phone buzzed in her purse. She glanced at it and saw a message from Joel: āOutside. Be there in a sec.ā
Relief washed over her as she stepped away from the persistent man. āExcuse me, I need to go.ā
He grabbed her wrist, not hard but enough to make her uncomfortable. āDonāt be like that.ā
āLet go,ā Y/N said, her voice steady despite the unease she felt.
At that moment, Joel walked into the bar, scanning the crowd for his wife. His eyes narrowed as he saw the man gripping Y/Nās wrist. In an instant, he was by her side, placing himself between Y/N and the stranger.
āIs there a problem here?ā Joel asked, his voice calm but carrying an unmistakable edge.
The man sized up Joel, clearly considering his options. āWeāre just talking,ā he said, releasing Y/Nās wrist.
āDoesnāt look that way to me,ā Joel replied, stepping closer to the man. āShe said sheās not interested.ā
The man glanced at Joel, sizing him up, and decided to push his luck. āWho are you, her boyfriend?ā
Joel stepped closer, his expression darkening. āHusband.ā
The manās smirk faded as he took in Joelās intimidating stance. āWhatever, man. I was just talking to her.ā
āWell, now youāre done,ā Joel growled. āWalk away.ā
The manās bravado faltered under Joelās intense gaze. Muttering something under his breath, he backed off and melted into the crowd. Joel turned to Y/N, his expression softening with concern. Sensing the intensity in Joelās tone, the man finally backed off, muttering under his breath as he walked away. Joel turned to Y/N, his eyes softening with concern.
āYou okay?ā he asked, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
āYeah baby,ā she said, relief washing over her. āLetās go home.ā
They drove back in comfortable silence, Joelās hand resting protectively on her thigh.
As soon as they stepped into the house, the door barely clicked shut before Joelās lips were on Y/Nās. The kiss was demanding, a tangible declaration of his possessiveness.
āI hate seeing other guys all over you,ā Joel admitted, his voice husky with emotion. His hands roamed over her body, pulling her closer as if he needed to feel every inch of her against him.
āYouāre mine,ā Joel whispered against her lips, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down Y/Nās spine.
āYours,ā she breathed back, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
Joel lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to their bedroom. He set her down gently on the edge of the bed, his hands already working on the buttons of her dress. His touch was both tender and urgent, a mix of gentleness and need.
āI need to see all of you,ā Joel said, his voice husky with desire.
Y/Nās dress fell away, pooling on the floor as Joelās eyes raked over her exposed skin. He leaned in, his lips trailing fiery kisses along her collarbone, down to her breasts. His hands followed, kneading and caressing, each touch igniting a spark of pleasure.
āJoel,ā Y/N moaned, her head falling back as his mouth found her nipple, sucking and teasing until she was writhing beneath him.
He moved lower, his lips tracing a path down her stomach, his hands spreading her thighs wide. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. āYouāre mine, and Iām going to show you,ā he promised, his breath hot against her skin.
Y/Nās response was lost in a gasp as Joelās mouth found her most sensitive spot. His tongue teased and tasted, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her. He worked her with expert precision, knowing exactly how to bring her to the edge and then pull back, prolonging her pleasure until she was trembling with need.
āPlease, Joel,ā she begged, her voice breathless.
He relented, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to push her over the edge. Y/N cried out his name as her climax washed over her, her body arching off the bed as waves of ecstasy rolled through her.
Before she could fully come down from her high, Joel was on her again, his mouth capturing hers in a searing kiss. She tasted herself on his lips, the sensation sending another jolt of arousal through her.
Joel stood, quickly shedding his clothes before joining her on the bed. He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his erection pressing against her entrance. He paused, his eyes locking onto hers. āTell me who you belong to,ā he demanded, his voice rough with need.
āYou,ā Y/N answered, her voice trembling with anticipation.
With a deep groan, Joel pushed into her, filling her completely. They both gasped at the sensation, their bodies perfectly in sync. Joel set a slow, deliberate pace, each thrust deep and claiming. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he drove into her.
āYouāre mine,ā Joel repeated, his voice a growl as he increased his pace. āNo one elseās.ā
āYes,ā Y/N moaned, her nails digging into his back as she met his thrusts. āOnly yours.ā
Joelās movements became more urgent, his control slipping as he neared his own release. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, his body moving with a desperate need to claim her completely.
āCum with me, baby ā Joel urged, his voice a breathless command.
Y/N felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in her core. With a few more thrusts, she was tumbling over the edge again, her climax ripping through her as she cried out Joelās name. Joel followed moments later, he emptied himself inside her, marking her as his in the most primal way.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies tangled, Afterward, they lay together, a tangle of limbs and whispered promises. Joel held Y/N close, his lips brushing against her forehead.
āNever forget it,ā he murmured, his voice a soft vow. āYouāre everything to me.ā
āAnd youāre everything to me,ā Y/N replied, her heart swelling with love and contentment.
As they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each otherās arms, Y/N knew that no matter what happened, Joel would always be there to protect her and remind her of the deep, unbreakable bond they shared.
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I don't have a type
Also me:
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#galo thymos#itto arataki#jay chiang#kafka hibino#laios touden#senya#andy undead unluck#franky#yohan go#buff#daddies#promare#genshin impact#great pretender#kaiju no. 8#dungeon meshi#bucchigiri?!#undead unluck#one piece#sign#webtoon
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Thinking about how a double date between the two main couples of Spy x Family and Buddy Daddies would go. It would be interesting to see how the four interact.
You can tell I had a lout of fun with this
#spy x family#loid forger#yor forger#spy x family manga#spy x family fanart#thorn princess#twighlight#loidyor#buddy daddies#buddy daddies anime#kazuki kurusu#rei suwa#kazuki x rei#kazurei#lets completely ignore the fact that they live in different decades#they went to eat at a restaurant#i was gonna add that franky was babysitting anya and miri#might draw this later#kazuki being a ball of sunshine#but it was suspicious to loid šš#anya forger#miri unasaka#thanks for the ask!
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Hey guys Henry HOTline just appeared in my life now he's mine.. ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøš¤¤š¤¤š¤¤š
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Me will make art of him soon.. my bgg..
Why the fuck are object heads character so attractive, I need help. (And I need him of course!!ā¤ļø)
I hope he kills me (with his hips.)
#NOT diddys world today folks!!#Henry hotline#my#daddy#finding frankie#Henry#hotline#fuck yeah#hes so hot#i still love mr puzzles tho.
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Spy x family/Ace attorney/Buddy daddies crossover
Team D : the babysitters
#ace attorney#larry butz#spy x family#franky#buddy daddies#kyutaro kugi#two lame guys who are great at making stuff#and one deadly bartender#what a team
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My Joel Miller fics recs from 2023
Iāve planned to do this since before Christmas, but life caught me up, so that's why I'm here rushing to finishing this before the reveillon party. 2023 was a very tough year for me, in different ways, and this stories were my refuge and my balm during good times and bad times, so this was the way I found to honor all these incredible authors who made my life better this year.
To the authors: you guys are the most amazing and sweet people ever, I know that I'm not active as other readers and I don't reblog your works enough - and I'm sorry for that, I wish I could shower you with the praises you guys deserve.
Hope this will make up for all the comments and reblogs that I haven't give.
And to the readers who find this recs: most of these stories are series and most of them has age gap and are Joel Miller x fem/afab!reader. I won't put warnings from each fic because it would be a too long post, so click the link and read the author's warnings in each before you start to read - I'm afraid to get into fandoms because of people who give shit to authors, so please, don't be this kind of person.
Someday I'll make a part 2 of other stories that caught me up this year.
That all being said, thank you @morning-star-joy @hier--soir @frannyzooey @joelsgreys @fuckyeahdindjarin @the-ginger-hedge-witch @eupheme @bageldaddy @covetyou @theidiotwhowritesthings @atinylittlepain @imtryingmybeskar @ezrasbirdie
A stranger's heart without a home (complete)
Summary: A one night stand that later becomes a secret affair ā or masterpiece of literature ā all the poets and great writers ran so Doni could walk.
This is my favorite fic of all times, forever! I read and re-read it so much that I canāt even count how many times Iāve had read it, itās my 100% comfort fic. Enemies to lovers is my favorite trope, and the way @morning-star-joy developed here itās perfection in the most pure way.
Itās Joel on his Jackson era and itās a perfect character development from both sides, how to people who prefer to deal things on their own learn to rely on someone else.
I also highly recommend But you know the killer doesn't understand, which itās on-going Joel x fem! Reader also post-Outbreak in Jackson, but itās different and addicting as ASHWAH.
A Loverās Pinch (on-going)
Summary: a one night stand (do I have a pattern?) at the bar turns to be so much more when you discover that your fling itās your professor at university.
The professor x student trope might be clichƩ for some, and by the very brief summary that I wrote above may sound like Pretty Little Liars, but @hier--soir works with those elements and creates something beyond amazing, it is like contemplate a work of art at a museum, but much better.
Iām very much obsessed with this story, thatās why I reread it with more and more frequency.
Canāt even mention the references in this story ā itās truly enriching, it makes all better, truly.
Plus: the playlist itās amazing!!!!
Short Days, Long Nights (on-going)
Summary: Remnants of a band travelers, you and Joel find a cabin in the woods - what would be the problem with staying?
Iām crazy about this one, itās my true love and it had 3 or 4 chapters when I started and now weāre heading to chapter 17, blessed be @frannyzooey for sustaining us with this preciosity for so long.
I'm a sucker for when there's one character (Joel) reluctant for his feelings, and if the story was only about this, I would be perfectly glad too with, too. BUT Kelli it's a genius, an amazing writer, giving me all that I didn't even knew I wanted.
It's fluff, with smut from the highest quality - with some tense moments, wich turns everything more addicting.
A Safe Haven (on-going)
Summary: Joel's quickly drawn to the vet of Jackson - even knowing she's married. Will this affair thrive? Or there's more underneath of the vet's story? (Jesus Christ, Iām so sorry for this lame summary, but I refuse to copy from your masterlist and Iām also rushing to finishing this rec today).
I was bought on the infidelity trope and the drama that comes with it. It would still be a nice story, but @joelsgreys itās so much fucking talented that she wrote the most beautiful thing ever!
It has tooth roting fluff, drenching panties smut and heartstopping angst! All perfectly written and balanced.
I also love how Ellie it's also a crucial character for the couple's history and I really adore how she's attached to Peach.
Special mention to Fall Into Temptation and Strawberry, that lived rent free in my mind since I've read those.
Seams (on-going)
Summary: Joel pays visit to Jackson's seamstress after a trouble with his too-tight jeans ā and it's only heaven from that on, won't say more.
Now I call @fuckyeahdindjarin āØQueen of the Build UpāØ and that's because the way Cee builds up the sexual tension between characters it's undescribable.
Cee is such an excellent writer, not only in Seams but on other stories too she's gives a rich description of details that makes the reading flow better, it's like knowing you looking at gem stone.
Breakout (complete)
Summary: Boxer!Joel AU when he has to train a fuckboy who happens to date a sweet little thing.
Well I'm a fan from @the-ginger-hedge-witch for a while, she wrote one of the best Javier PeƱa fics ever (which turned into a book and that's fucking A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!!!) and other amazing stories, but this one got me hooked so bad.
Clearly I have a pattern because I LOVE when there is an obstacle for the characters to stay together, in this case, a relationship (I already spoiled that her boyfriend sucks, but I don't think it's spoils the story development) and Ren just atests she's a wonderful writer - now book writer, blessed be her šš»
And the idea of Joel using his fists it's already apealing, am I right?
I also recommend Friendly Fire, that I love just for knowing that in this, Ren envisioned an Aries character for reader - but also the premise of the story is great, too.
In The Woods Somewhere (complete)
Summary: living alone in a cabin at the apocalypse gets less dull when a teenager appears with a handsome injured man.
I've read this since a while, but it marked me. @eupheme created such tenderness between the characters - they know he and Ellie can't stay, which makes the affair even more apealling.
Iāll know It when I see it (on-going)
Summary: Joel as a porn star in its golden era who meets Lucky, a rising star in porn - chemestry goes beyond the cameras.
@bageldaddy deserves all the shout out forever because this here it's golden. They're both are porn stars and I could be hot just for this, but of course there's feelings involved - and the way they struggle to fight against these it's what makes this story even more perfect. Shout out to the one shot Sundown, as well, itās completely wonderful.
Something wretched about this (complete)
Summary: Joel Miller it's a self appointed pharmacist in the QZ, and fucks you when you don't have how to pay for your father's medicine
Whoring yourself for meds sounds bad? In this story it's hot af! It's filthy, each chapter explores different sexual practices and it's THE. BEST. THING. IN. THE. WORLD!!!
@covetyou it's the most blessed being for writing a perfection like this, seriously. I loved every single chapter of this, loved Joel being an asshole and a slut. I can't tell enough how much joy this story has brought me. And lo it's better than Santa, because she provides christmas gifts for the nice and naughty, with Freeze-thaw (smut with fluff) and BaublesĀ (smut with FILTH) - I can't die before I try the balldo, I didn't even knew this, didn't think that this could be possible - but happily it is, and this one shot it's perfect in every aspect.
Take Care of You (on-going)
Summary: Joel it's a sugar daddy in this AU and appears in your life to make all better š He doesn't charges for the sexual part of the arrangement, but he's irresistible - so what will you do?
The ideia of a sugar daddy it's extremely appealing to me because that's all I wanted, you know? Some rich hot guy telling me I don't need to work and paying everything to me - that's living! Okay jk, but I started reading this when things caught up badly at work, so it was a sweet refuge.
@theidiotwhowritesthings it's the perfect writer! It's the perfect slow burn that makes you thirst for more and more!
Apothecary (complete)
Summary: Summary: Joel falls in love with the "witch" from Jackson and it has its perks and struggles.
I LOVE Practical Magic, it's one of my favorites witch movies so to read something inspired on that it's great -but @atinylittlepain it's such a wonderful, talented, amazing writer - so we were all blessed with this masterpiece.
It has fluff, angst, smut - stupid people being scared about what they don't understand and etc. It's very sweet, Joel also doesn't understands about her, but can't help being drawn. And Ellie it's a natural, their relationship here, how they grow to be a family ... it's utterly sweet. Special mention to Only Lovers Left Alive (another movie that I LOVE),Ā The Heyloft and the masterpiece Down to The Ankles (it's perfection and it's inspired in Bones and All, other film that I truly love).
Come home (on-going)
Summary: when you've lost everything and everyone, you reach to Jackson - and meets a ruggedly handsome who you can't help being drawn to.
I've read this for a while, as well, but I still think about this story often. It's a slow burn - which I love (in case you haven't noticed from the stories listed above) - and it's so sweet, the blossom of a friendship that turns to more, their relationship with Ellie ... It's been a while since it was uptaded and I hope @imtryingmybeskar it's okay, because this story it's lovely and I really wish to see and ending for them.
Catalyst
I'm gonna just summarize that it's a threesome with Joel and Frankie Morales from Triple Frontier, that's it - if that ain't reason enough for you to read, idk man.
I didn't even knew that I wanted it, that I needed it - until I read it. I find threesomes hot af, but I don't tend to enjoy when it's with characters that I love too deeply - don't ask me why - but in THIS ONE, GOD FUCKING DAAAAAMN!
It has filth, of course, but there's also fluff - which I find inevitable when it's about Frankie. In the chapter Here, especially, @ezrasbirdie builds perfectly of the struggles that I imagine for a threeway relationship, reading it was sad, hot and lovely.
Hope all the links work, 'cause I don't have time to check now š
Sorry if my comments felt weird, if I forgot to mention something, as I've said above, I intend to make a part 2 of recs someday soon (hopefully).
I wish everyone a happy new year šš„š
#joel miller x reader#joel miller smut#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller#breakout#joel miller x fem!reader#joel miller x afab!reader#joel miller x fem!reader x frankie morales#sugar daddy!joel miller#professor!joel miller#pedro pascal joel miller#the last of us tv show fanfiction#the last of us fanfiction#joel miller the last of us#tess servopoulos x fem!reader x joel miller#threes0me#Catalyst#Come home#Apothecary#Take Care of You#Something wretched about this#Iāll know It when I see it#In The Woods Somewhere#Seams#ā¢#A Safe Haven#Short Days#Long Nights#A Loverās Pinch#A stranger's heart without a home
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Aww Iām so glad it resonated with you bb šššš thank u for reading!! š¤
I just got glasses for the first time and I am strugglingš Can I get Daddy Frankie or Daddy Javi to make me feel better š„ŗ pleaseāŗļø
aw i'm sorry it's been rough nonnie *huggie*. I hated when I first had to get glasses bc i thought it would make me ugly š¤. Now I wear contacts! I wanted to write for daddy frankie but any daddy would support you. You already know Jack and Javi wear thick old man glasses without shame hehe.
Warnings: DDLG, insecurity
Frankie noticed you were squinting more to see things far away. You brushed it off when he brought it up and he knew you felt embarrassed to admit it. He didn't want to just make you an appointment and force you to go. He would never do that. He had to get more creative.
He had decent vision which was a miracle given his age and years of eye strain. He was working in front of a computer more though so he went ahead and bought some blue light glasses. He started wearing them more to normalize it.
"Daddy what are you wearing?" You asked him with wide eyes when you came down for breakfast and saw him.
"Oh these?" He fiddled with them. "These are my glasses."
"But you don't need gwasses daddy." You glower.
"I do sometimes. Like when I look at a screen for a long time. It's important that I'm able to see." He pulled out your seat for you. Your brows were pulled together in thought. "What is it, little pea?"
"I need to tell you something." You already feel hot tears gathering in your eyes.
"What? What is it?" Frankie bent down to eye level, already anticipating what you were going to say.
"I-I fink I need gwasses too." You blubber hugging yourself.
Frankie's smile softened. "It's going to be okay." He went to calm you but you took a step back from him. His smile dropped in hurt.
"But I don't want dem." You bawled.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of." Frankie finally got a sense of what you needed to hear. He stopped walking towards you and just stood still. "I will always love you no matter what. You're not any less perfect or any less lovable because you need glasses."
You whimpered at his words before running into his arms. That's what you needed to hear. You thought you were broken or imperfect because of your vision. You thought Frankie wouldn't want you. Frankie found himself smiling despite your sniffles because you finally opened up to him.
"I love you, sweet pea. No matter what."
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At the eye doctor office Frankie was extremely supportive helping you pick out the perfect glasses. He didn't care if it took hours, he wanted you to get the right one for you. He praised every one.
"How about these?" You turned with a tortoise shell frame on.
"You look beautiful, sweet pea."
"That's what you said last time!" You huffed.
"But it's true. You look beautiful in all of them. Which one feel the best to you?"
You made sure to test which ones would allow you to kiss Frankie without pressing into your face. That was a top priority.
The eye exam was a little scary and you still shed some tears into Frankie's shoulder when the doctor said that you did, in fact, need glasses. There was still a part of you that wished it not to be true.
Overtime you grew more comfortable with wearing glasses and enjoying how you looked in them. Frankie liked to come up and tug on the the stem making the glasses bounce on your face.
"Boop boop!"
"Daddy!" You would giggle.
"I can't help it when you look so cute concentrating, little pea."
And he liked to blow hot air on them making them fog up just to mess with you. See! Now you have even more ways to play!
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My masterlist
@lafresamilk @dobbyjen @mamacitapascal @prettypedros, @marstheplanet @takochansugoi @oceanablue @iwishtobeastorm @dincrypt, @bac-1, @spacenerdpascal, @cranberrypills @punkerthanpascal @breezythesimp @djarinsimp @mylittlesenaar @bbybunbun @phnyx @xwalltoast @dreadwolfxoxo @xwalltoast @mswarriorbabe80 @bearcina @lokigirlszendaya @pedroslilbitch @dreadwolfxoxo @star-wars-fan-2005
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I want to live!
Hereās a really messy painting I made of Robin thatās been living in my procreate gallery for a while now and Iāll probably never do anything more with it so I slapped a gradient map on it and called it a day.
#nico robin#robin one piece#one piece fanart#one piece#op fanart#digital painting#ennies lobby#ennies lobby spoilers#I donāt draw a lot of robin franky or brook compared to the other strawhats#but itās 100% because I donāt want to spoiled water 7 ennies lobby or thriller bark for my mom#I think theyād be her favorites and I didnāt know anything going into them and it was awesome#Robin very much could be my favorite OP character if I didnāt have the daddy problems that made me a Sanji kinnie or whatever#every character comes second to Luffy tho#heās my ride or die#Iāll do robin justice in a future art piece for sure
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Sorry this is later than promised, I couldn't upload at the moment. EAT UP THO! HENRY HOTLINE COMING RIGHT UP!
Me calling :)
This made me sad
BOX HIM
Angy
Saw this in the wiki and had to redraw his beach day outfit... ALSO FRANKIE HERE NOT CLICKBAIT!!!!!1!1!!
I wanna help him with the pain eeeeeeeegh
LONG NECK MAN GRRRRRR. Wanted to do funny angles with his fantastic length of neck.
Can't forget to draw long tongue <3
#art#fanart#digital art#henry hotline#he's stuck in my head#daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry.#Can't wait for plush#eeeeeeeee#finding frankie
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šš šš šš š šĀ šš„³
Me: 12/15/2002 at 3 a.m.
#happy birthday to me#jake gyllenhaal#dean winchester#jensen ackles#chris evans#pedro pascal#christian kane#chris hemsworth#sebastian stan#jared padalecki#misha collins#castiel#sam and dean#sam winchester#prince dastan#thor#elliot spencer#frankie morales#bucky barnes#steve rogers#hot daddy#colter stevens#andy barber#lloyd hansen#marcus moreno#marcus pike#tom hanniger#tyler rake#Karl urban#bones mccoy
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Protective beloved
Franky: āHurt this lady and you will pay for it.ā š”š¤
Robin: āMake cry this babygirl and you will die with sufferingā ššæ
#franky#cyborg franky#nico robin#devil child nico robin#franky x robin#frobin#frobin one piece#my daddies#mis niƱos#one piece
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Couldn't Help It
summary: getting sick was not part of the plan and letting your boyfriend frankie take care of you while youāre sick was definitely not in that plan either.Ā
word count: 2.4KĀ
series or one-shotĀ
warnings: no warnings for this one. just some sweet olā fluff for you all today. some mild swearing i guess, frankie morales x f!reader
A/N: this is my first frankie fic so please be nice lol. not that yāall wouldnāt be. this is just a very short fic to start off with, i promise iāll write some smut for him next time. enjoy and donāt hesitate to comment, reblog, and leave a like.
tags: @hellishjoel @ilovepedro
Youād felt it the night before, the burning and the scratchiness in the back of your throat. You tried to ignore it, tried to will the start of your illness away. You had popped every godforsaken pill out there and took enough sleeping medicine to knock out a small elephant, determined to head it off at the pass.Ā
Nothing seemed to help you and now you were confined to your bed, fighting against a pounding headache and racking up a killer fever. You could have probably pushed through the ailments, continued on like nothing was wrong and completed your thesis as normal.Ā
But pushing yourself to your limit time and time again, staying up until the early hours and only nabbing a couple of hours of sleep was surely the main reason why you were sick now. It was your body's way of telling you to slow down.Ā
For months, you had been running on fumes, trying to get to the end of the tunnel after so many years of rigorous schooling. Youād never needed a break, or never wanted to stop and take one, and now you were being forced to.Ā
Although now, school seemed like a distant thought, actually, every thought seemed distant, like they were just on the outskirts of your mind, clouded in a sickness-induced fog that you couldnāt seem to wade through, no matter how hard you tried.Ā
Every limb felt heavy as you attempted to maneuver around your apartment, you felt weak and tired and on some level, even vulnerable. You couldnāt function normally, you couldnāt even do something as normal as drink water. This definitely wasnāt your run-of-the-mill common cold, youād thought. This had to be the thing that wiped out the dinosaurs.Ā
You tossed and turned in your bed, trying to get comfortable, your body aching and your ears ringing. You had to periodically swallow, on account of the build-up of pressure in your ears, which was proving to be annoying.Ā
Sweat clung to every surface, feeling unbearable as you become either too hot or too cold, casting your blanket off of yourself and then pulling it back over you a minute later, your body succumbing to a full body chill.Ā
Your lids dropped closed, the call of sleep loud enough now that you couldnāt ignore it. Sleep seemed like a good idea, a great idea even, and you let yourself slip under with little resistance.Ā
You didnāt know how long you had been asleep for, it could have been minutes, it could have been days, but all you knew was that you were feeling somewhat better. You were still a far cry from being a hundred percent, but it was something.Ā
It was still difficult to swallow, and your throat was still scratchy and dry, but now, your head wasnāt pounding and your body temperature was starting to regulate itself. You were coasting along with your high fever, a daze settling over you as you stripped off your layers, trying to cool down.Ā
Still feeling groggy from sleep, you hadnāt heard the door at first, but your ears perked up when it got louder, your body jolting up in bed at the incessant pounding coming from your front door. You groaned, wondering who it could be.Ā
You certainly werenāt expecting anyone and you sure as hell were going to be pissed if it was your creepy neighbour again, wanting to ask you out for the millionth time. Sliding out from the warmth of your covers, you really, really didnāt want to see anyone right now, not when you probably looked like something that crawled out of a sewer.Ā
Hoisting yourself up from the bed on wobbly legs, you padded out of your bedroom, crossed the apartment, and pulled open your door. Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head, surprised to see who had been on the other side of your door. It was Frankie, your boyfriend.Ā
Frankie had been to your apartment before, but only briefly and you had thought that he had forgotten your address entirely. It wasnāt as if he was an unwelcome sight, quite the opposite actually. He stood straight, tall, and he towered over you. His unkempt curls peeked out from underneath his signature baseball cap and a weak smirk was present on his face.Ā
His arms were crossed but his aura was anything but unpleasant. His light green button-up was stretched tight across his chest and bulging arm muscles, pulling the material so snuggly that you thought it would rip and if you were feeling better, you would have liked to see that happen. You still wanted to, if you were honest with yourself.Ā
Frankieās coffee-brown eyes were blown, a tick of worry flooding them as he looked at youā only you. Your heart hammered in your throat, an air of restlessness settling over you at the realization that Frankie was worried about you, for some reason.Ā
You hadnāt been dating each other long, it had only been about four months, but the way that Frankie always seemed to look at you, with adoration and a soft protectiveness, similar to how he was looking at you now, made your stomach erupt with an incomparable amount of flutters.Ā
You leaned your head against the frame of the door, eying Frankie as he analyzed you, and studied you like you were his favourite book. It should have unnerved you, the intensity of it, but the idea of him being so concerned with your well-being calmed you.Ā
āHiā, you said, your voice coming out raspier than you were expecting.Ā
Frankie inched forward subtly, his hand mindlessly drifting to your hip, āHeyā, he paused. His eyes flicked down the length of you, those bushy brows creasing, āAre you okay?ā.Ā
Your lips tipped up at the sides, pulling into a light smile. All you could do was hum your reply, suddenly overcome with tiredness again.Ā
āI was worried ābout you. Havenāt heard from you in two daysā, Frankie muttered, trying to hide how worried he actually was about you. But at this point, even if your current state, you could pick up on his different cadences.Ā
Your eyebrows knitted together, āHas it really been two days?ā.Ā
Time almost seemed to stand still when you were sick, the concept foreign to you when you couldnāt even think straight.Ā
He nods, his pupils blown and fixated on you. āWhatās going on?ā.Ā
You chewed on your lower lip, tugging at the sensitive skin harshly as you debated your next words. It was a simple enough question and it deserved a clear, simple answer. But for some reason, when you opened your mouth to speak, nothing came out.Ā
This was the first time that Frankie had seen you like thisā had seen you as this frail and feeble version of yourself, and you didnāt like it. Because this wasnāt who you were and it wasnāt who you wanted to be thought of as. Someone who needed to be helped and someone who always needed saving, and you definitely didnāt want Frankie to see you that way.Ā
So instead of giving him the direct answer, you opted for, ļæ½ļæ½ļæ½Nothing, ām fineā.Ā
Frankie scanned your face, his face twitching imperceptibly, like he didnāt believe you at all.Ā
āYouāre notā, he tightened his grip on your hip, āYou donāt look fineā.Ā Ā
You forced a chuckle from your throat, thinking that the garbled noise was close enough to pass as a laugh, āThanks...ā.Ā
He sighed, shuffling his cap on his head nervously, āThatās not what I meant... I just meant, you donāt look like yourselfā.Ā
His other hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb running across your cheekbone softly, lovingly. Your eyes flitted closed at his touch, soaking in the feeling and almost moaning from how good it felt. But you held yourself back.Ā
It was becoming increasingly difficult to continue holding yourself up, your weakened strength waning the longer you stood. You needed to sit down, or rather lie down, but with Frankie there, you couldnāt exactly escape to your bed without admitting to him that something was wrong with you.Ā
Pushing yourself off of the door, you shuffled to the living room, plopping down on the couch with a small groan. Frankie wordlessly closed your door, following you deeper into your apartment. He stood above you, pulling his cap off and running a hand through his already tussled curls.Ā
The action was more mesmerizing than you wanted to admit, and you found yourself licking your dry lips.Ā
Frankie smiled down at you, his eyes gleaming in the low light of the lamp that was next to you. His deft fingers raised to your chin, tipping your head up so that your eyes met his, āYouāre not feeling well, hm?ā.Ā
You shook your head, still adamant about remaining strong, āTold you, Iām fineā.Ā
Frankieās face fell, those gleaming eyes losing their shine, āDonāt lie to me. I thought we didnāt do that with each otherā.Ā
Your gut soured at the thought. It was true, you never wanted to lie to Frankie and still keeping him at armās length was killing you. But it wasnāt like you did it on purpose, not consciously anyway. A string of shitty ex-boyfriends who had left their mark on you made you weary of trusting anyone you were seeing.Ā
But Frankie wasnāt like any of them, he wasnāt like anyone youād ever met actually. He was kind and he was the best man youād ever known. He didnāt force you into situations that made you uncomfortable, or manipulate you emotionally just because he could.Ā
And he didnāt deserve to be shut out. You rolled your shoulders back, taking a stabilizing breath. āThis is humiliatingā, you mumbled.Ā
Frankieās lips twitched, his fingers still holding onto your chin, āWhy?ā.Ā
āBecause...ā, you sighed, avoiding his eyes, āI just... Iām not used to needing anyoneā, you paused, trying to get out what you were thinking without stumbling over your words, āItās just been me for a long time, and Iāve always been able to take care of myselfā.Ā
Your eyes flitted back to Frankieās, your face heating with embarrassment at your confession. You thought youād see anger or hurt in his eyes, but he was still smiling down on you, only faint amusement on his face.Ā
āWell, get used to it because youāre not alone anymore. So, let me take care of you. Because I want toā.Ā
Your breath came out shaky, only now realizing that those were the exact words that you needed to hear. Emotion bubbled in your chest, constricting your throat and rendering you speechless.Ā
You simply nodded, while Frankieās fingers slipped from your chin and he grabbed your hand instead, helping you to your feet and leading you back to your bedroom. Even though you had only been awake for a short while, your mind and body were already exhausted, and by the look on Frankieās face, he knew it.Ā
He lifted the covers over your body, leaning over and kissing your temple, humming sweetly as he pulled back. He turned, heading out of your bedroom, when you took hold of his hand, stopping him.Ā
āWill you stay?ā, you asked, meely. The feeling of needing someone so much scared you, but the look of pure giddiness on Frankieās face overtook that unsure weight on your chest and replaced it with something infinitely lighter.Ā
He nodded, āāCourse, just wanted to get a wet cloth, might help bring down your feverā.Ā
Frankieās hand drifted to your forehead, the back of it laying flatly against your skin, cooling it down significantly already. You let your eyes drift closed, nodding absentmindedly as Frankieās hand stayed where it was for a little longer.Ā
āBe right backā, he whispered, leaving your side temporarily.Ā
Youād fallen back asleep sometime after he left, dazed sleep taking over you. Your eyes only cracked open slightly when you felt your mattress dip and a cold sensation on your forehead. You tried to mumble something, but it came out jumbled.Ā
Frankie smoothed back your hair, stroking your head rhythmically as he spoke, āShhh, just rest. Iāll be right here when you wake upā.Ā
His presence and the feeling of his subtle touch against your clammy skin were enough to lull you back to sleep. There was something inside of you that had always yearned for this, for the closeness outside of sex. The intimacy of a relationship. Frankie wanted to be here, he wanted to take care of you, and he cared for you in a way that your past boyfriends hadnāt, that much was clear.Ā
Your heart clenched in its cavity when you felt Frankie lower himself onto the bed, behind you, and scooted closer so that his front was flush with your back. His arms wrapped around you, his face nestled into the crook between your neck and shoulder.Ā
He peppered scratchy kisses along your exposed skin, his trimmed facial hair tickling your exposed skin.Ā
āYou didnāt have to stayā, you mumbled. Only now recognizing that you had been asleep for the whole night, the sunlight cascading in and bathing the whole room with light.Ā
āCouldnāt help it, I needed to make sure that you were okayā.Ā
You turned your body around in Frankieās grip, letting your head fall against his shoulder, your eyes meeting his inky irises. The light bounced on one side of his face, lightening up his features and highlighting the most memorable parts of him.Ā
Like his slightly crooked nose that you loved to dot with kisses, his smile lines that you couldnāt help but trace with your index finger. Or his loose brown curls that you loved to run your hand through and tug on roughly when he kissed you.Ā
Your hand met his cheek, stroking it gently. You leaned in, planting a small kiss onto his lips. He smiled against you, deepening it and slowly devouring you.Ā
You pulled back, āThank youā.Ā
Frankie dragged you closer to him by your waist, pulling you into his atmosphere. You felt safe and comfortable lying in his arms, embracing the quiet moment between you two. Maybe it was comfort you were feeling but maybe it was something deeper, something you had been afraid to admit until now.Ā
You were falling in love with Frankie Morales, you were sure of that now. And you didnāt think youād be able to stop it, not that you really wanted to. But that was a confession for another time, right now you were falling asleep in his strong hold, content and intent to keep yourself close to him for as long as heād let you.
#pedro pascal#frankie morales fanfiction#frankie 'catfish' morales#frankie morales smut#frankie catfish morales#frankie morales x reader#frankie morales#francisco morales x reader#francisco catfish morales#francisco morales#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro is daddy#pedro characters#fanfiction writer#writeblr#my fic#pedrohub#triple frontier fanfic#triple frontier fanfiction#triple frontier
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