#franklin saint fic

[frank1nsaint]

Franklin Part 3

Warnings: Use of curse words and N-word

“Why you been dodging me?” Franklin asks you as soon as you open the door to your house 

You step out “I have no idea what you’re talking about” 

“Oh so those pages and calls to your phone?” he points towards the inside of your house “They didn't happen?” 

You shrug “I don't know maybe you dialed the wrong number” you had no plan to explain to him why you hoped he would just take the hint and let you be, it had been 3 weeks since your first date

He throws his hands up “Come on Y/N what happened? We were just good not too long ago I was gonna take you on another date’n shit” 

“I don’t think we would be good for each other Franklin” 

“Why you say that? we just talked about you not sabotaging” he points between both of you “this” 

“Im not” 

He leans in “You are” he argues 

“Franklin we aren’t good for each other just accept that” you state matter of factly before you turn to go in

He grabs your arm gently “Nah you owe me an explanation” 

“I don’t!” you answer defiantly snatching your arm away

“Yes the fuck you do. I’m puttin’ my best foot forward and you fuckin’ it up on purpose cuz of what? you fucking scared of the shit I do? Aint nobody gon touch you Y/N they dont touch Wanda  and her dope head ass what make you think they gon fuck withchu?”

You sigh “Franklin” 

“Nah fuck that Y/N” 

“You really wanna know?”

He nods “Yes I do, enlighten me” 

You pause “I can’t trust you Franklin”  

His face holds a confused look “What are you even...?” 

“After our date, some of your henchmen came up to me. Guess what they said to me?”

Franklin held his breath he feels his heart beat start to increase. You start to mock the mannerisms and voice of the men “shit I heard you and my boy Saint had a date last night” He shrugs “So i told them we went on a date big deal”  praying that's where the story ends 

You continue “Men I lost my $200 and my boy came up on a smooth couple grand” you pause and look at him “ha-ha my man Saint he a G tho” you return to a normal voice “then he proceeds to tell me that there was a bet between you and your fucking crew, you got two grand if i actually went on a date with you?” you scoff “if you were that hard up for money Saint all you had to do was ask I could have given you that and we wouldn’t be having this conversation” 

“Y/N let me explain” this was not as it seemed 

“Not even 24 hours passed after our date and I’m hearing you went rounding up your niggas so they could pay you!" you paused "And OH! if I fucked you it would have been an additional $3000”  you say sarcastically

“Y/N” he calls

You start mocking another guy “My girl Y/N, my sunshiiinneee yo yo yo shit if i had known all i had to do was ask you all proper and shit you would be my girl now. May I take you to dinner Y/N, miss congeniality” you tilt your head “they said you looked pretty in that green dress last night wish it was me instead of that nigga!” 

“Who approached you?” he asked with a deep scowl on his face.  

“I’ll give you that Saint. You played me good. You played a good game” you begin to walk away 

“Hold up, hold up, hold up,  who came up to you?” He asked again You return his mug “I’m not telling you Franklin! It doesn’t matter anyway you up 1 grand right?” 

“Y/N listen I will explain later but who told you that? They are a liability to my shit!” 

You shrug “what that got to do with me?” 

“Tell me their fuckin’ names Y/N!” he demands

You sigh “you betted on me” 

“Y/N” 

In a soft tone you say “$2000 for the date, additional $3000 if we fucked, had people follow us, Big Saint, The Man, The Myth, The Legend show you lil niggas how its done” you pause “right?...... Saint?” 

He looks up and runs his hand down his face feeling like his heart was going to explode word for word you quote what he had that night (“show you lil niggas how its done”) “Y/N please just tell me who told you that and I will explain everything” he begs 

“If you wanted the money all you had to do was ask Franklin” 

“Y/N, I don’t care about the money” “But you still made sure to collect, right?” you pause “Then you got the nerve to get annoyed at the fact that I was sabotaging the date!”  you scoff in disbelief and begin to walk into your house 

Franklin grabs your arm “Y/N listen!”

“Don’t Franklin!”  you warn removing yourself from his grip 

He blocks the door with his body “Y/N This aint a fucking game who approached you?! I need to know!” 

You shook your head, you look him in the eye “I’m not gonna tell you Saint” 

He tilted his head and pauses with an offended tone he says “Don’t call me that, I'm not Saint to you it’s either Franklin or any other fucking thing else but I’m not Saint to you!” 

You go to say something else but decide not “Fucking Asshole!” you mutter looking down at your sweater pulling small knots that had formed

He released a deep sigh “Fine I’ll take that but you need to tell me who approached you.” he moves his head trying to get you to look up at him. You remain silent. “Tell me Y/N” 

You shake your head “I’m not gonna tell you Franklin”

“WHY?!” he pauses to gather himself “You know how serious this shit is?” “SO YOU CAN GO KILL THEM?!” “OH MY GOD AINT NOBODY THINKIN’ ABOUT KILLING THEM NIGGAS!” he looks around  and moves closer to you  “keep your fucking voice down!” he whispers harshly You scoff “It’s all good Saint” Almost immediately he sizes you up and with gritted teeth he says “What the fuck did I just say?”  

You feel shiver run down, it shocked you so much that you instinctively jump move away slightly, but you hold your ground still glaring at him before you step away and snicker and nod a few of times with tears in your eyes 

With instant regrets he breaks his stance and takes a step back to show that his anger isn't’ aimed at you. “Just tell me” he says in a significantly softer tone 

“I’m not gonna tell you Franklin, I don’t want their deaths on me because you decided to be an asshole all over $5000?” 

He steps towards “Y/N please”

You step away with your hand up “It’s all good Franklin, I hope you put that $1000 to good use” a tear drops from your eyes ���Y/N” “No hard feelings really Franklin, but you know this can’t work ever, doesn’t matter your explanation.” another tear from your right eye begins to roll down “wish you the best in your business stay safe out there” 

“Y/N! No no no no please please please!” he begs gently grabbing your hand trying to stop you but also making sure to not scare you away 

You pull your hand away “Goodnight Franklin” you speak before closing the door. 

He looks at the door for a moment before turning and walking away towards his car. He turns on the car and begins to drive away “FFFUUUCCCKKKK!” he screams feeling the rage course through him as he speeds on the freeway

Franklin walks in and slams the door causing Jerome to jump up from his seat gun drawn “MOTHAFUCKA I ALMOST SHOT YOU WHAT THE HELL WRONG WITCHU?!” 

They hear footsteps before Louie is stand ny the door “JEROME? WHO THE FUCK IS THAT? FRANKLIN!?” she comments frantically looking around for the threat “Not now” he grits out

“NIGGA WHO YOU THINK YOU TALKIN’ TO?!  WALKIN’ UP IN MY HOUSE SLAMMIN’ MY SHIT. I'll FUCK YOU UP!” Jerome bellows 

The phone rings and Franklin picks up “Hello?! meet me at Jerome house, now nigga, YES NOW! Bring Sean witchu!”

“WHAT THE HELL GOING ON FRANKLIN WHAT HAPPENED?” Louie asks “THEM LITTLE MOTHAFUCKAS DONE WENT AND TOLD Y/N ABOUT THE BET!” “WHAT? WHAT BET?” Louie asks

Jerome looks at Franklin like he has three heads “NIGGA WHAT??? YOU MAD OVER THAT STUPID ASS BET?” Franklin took major offence to Jeromes accusations, tilting his head to the side “You laughing but if I can't trust them to not tell a bitch about a stupid ass bet I can’t trust them in my shit!! They gone blow up our spot and fuck up our shit.” he points to his head  “You not thinking Unc” Jerome paused and realised the gravity of the situation 

“What is this bet? And what it got to do with that lil girl?” Louie asked as she looked between the two 

Jerome gently waved her away “I’ll explain it to you later baby just let us be” 

Louie scoffed “Shit mothafucka walkin’ in here slamming doors”

“Louie” Franklin commented 

“Nigga fuck you!”  

Franklin squared up Louie “AYE! AYE! AYE! WE DON'T NEED ALL THAT NOW!” 

Franklin huffed and turned to continue his pace 

In 10 minutes Leon and Sean arrived

“Nigga what happened” Leon asked gun already out 

“We got some rat ass mothafuckas in our crew look how they got Franklin!”  Jerome pokes fun at him “Nigga pacing around and shit over a bitch!” he jokes 

“UNC!”  Franklin warns

“What... happened?” Sean asked confused 

“Y/N told me that niggas from our crew approached her telling her about the bet”

“Soooo...” Leon looked at Franklin confused 

“So?” Franklin returned the expression “You niggas not thinking?” he paused “I GOTTA DO ALL THE THINKIN’ AROUND HERE??!!” 

“We don’t” Sean speaks trying to rationalise their confusion 

“If they running to tell her about a bet, a bet made between everyone in that room, what makes you think they not blowing up our spot?”

The men looked between each other the reality finally setting in for everyone that they could be completely exposed for anything at any moment. 

“Our competitors, our opps, our product,  our recipe, our schedule, our plug, our money, our peoples” Franklin states 

“We got it Nephew” Jerome comments wanting him to not continue hating the feeling of being vulnerable 

Franklin chuckled and looked around at them and in a whisper he sneers “and you niggas think I’m mad over a bitch when I got some snake ass mothafuckas in my crew??!! I GOT BIGGER PROBLEMS NIGGA!!” “My bad” Sean says throwing his hands up 

“FFFUUUCK! Round all them niggas up now” 

Leon puts his hand up “Now hold on its 2am we ain't bout to be meeting without cops spotting us”

“SHIT!”

“Look lets come up with a solution to figure out who them niggas are we start rounding people up they might start snitching even more” Leon strategizes 

Franklin nodded in agreeance “We gonna act like shit aint happen and take them niggas out one by one!” 

Jerome nods “Yea I like that plan!” 

Franklin sighs and sits down releasing the tension in his body

“We got a plan nephew unless you got something better?”

“No I don't.” 

Its silent for awhile with the 3 men (Jerome, Sean, Leon) talking to each other catching up on what they heard or whats going with their product

“Nigga what wrong withchu we have a solution” 

Franklin waves him off “Not now Unc,I’m trying to figure out how to fix this shit with Y/N” 

“Oh shit,” Leon comments forgetting that you were involved 

“Yea nigga, Y/N! they told Y/N!” 

“HA-HA you losing your mind over this girl boy! Now you know niggas talk worse than bitches sometimes. Gossipping mothafuckas”

“NOT NOW UNC” Leon shrugs “just go get another bitch, she aint the only fine girl that we know”

Franklin shot him an incredulous look “I don't want another bitch Leon I want that one!” 

“She not special her stuck up ass I bet if you called Tasha now she’ll literally hop the fuck out her bed and come fuck you” Leon wasn’t really a big fan of you, he thought that you acted too good

“I dont want Tasha, I want Y/N and that thing was a fucking mistake i told you that” “Hell no don’t call that crazy girl up here! Her bat shit ass bout got herself killed trying to sneak in my damn house talking about she just wanna see Frankie”  Louie comments 

Jerome chortles “BOY YOU HAD THAT GIRL GOING CRAZY BOUT LOST HER FUCKIN’ MIND. DICK HAD HER STUCK NEPHEW!!” he blares out a laugh 

Leon, Sean, and Louie join in on the laugh

Franklin ran his hands down his face “We gotta find them or this shit is not gonna last. If they can go run and tell Y/N what else are they doing? Product been going missing lets start there whoever them mothafuckas are they fuckin’ dead!” he grumbled. 

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[megamindsecretlair]

You Understand Me Now

Pairing: Franklin Saint x Black!Bratty!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Smut, PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (female receiving), size kink, some dirty talk, all consensual. Daddy kink. Toxic smut. Mention of jail, drug use, and drinking. Angst if you squint. Established relationship.

Summary: While Franklin feels mounting pressure from setting up new business, he has to track you down and set you right.

Word Count: 3,673k

A/N: Hello brainrot, my old friend. Who needs sleep when there's smut to be had? I had TOO much fun writing this. It was written in a daze so all mistakes are mine. I just need some act right from Franklin!!! Enjoy if you do too! Thank you for so much love on my Franklin fics! I love yall. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

Taglist: @planetblaque @notapradagurl7 @miyuhpapayuh @henneseyhoe @mybonafidefeelings @blackerthings

You were shaking your ass like there was no tomorrow. The music was thumping through the floors like a live beast. You felt it in your chest. Alcohol was coursing through your system. It gave everything a hazy, bright glow. It was too loud to think and yet all roads lead to Franklin Saint.

You had been cooped up in an empty house by yourself. What use was all the shit Franklin brought in if he wasn’t there to enjoy it with you? He would leave early in the morning and not return until long after you’d gone to sleep. Your initial reaction was that he was cheating, but you knew that wasn’t the case.

You’d see Franklin dead before he cheated on you. And he’d see hell freeze over before the thought crossed his mind. You knew he loved you. He wasn’t the greatest at showing it and dammit, it hurt. 

Did that mean that you had to suffer? No. No, it did not. You called up your girl and went to her place to get dressed. The hardest part about dating Franklin was all the secrets. All the lies. They sometimes got twisted in the careful web you weaved. Over time, it became easier to not leave the house at all. 

Franklin was turning you into a hermit and you wanted to hate him for it. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a cell in your body that could hate that man. So you took your anger out on him in other ways. It was an insidious need gnawing in the back of your mind.

Sometimes he’d walk in with that tired grin. Too tired to give you a proper hug and a kiss. Like you weren’t worth the effort it took to check in and ask about your day. You knew that he was in the middle of important business dealings. But lately, you were feeling neglected.

Not today.

At your girl’s house, she told you she missed you and your wild days at wild parties, living it up, gone off of the weed, and having real fun. She reminded you that you were still young and you were one of the lucky ones. You didn’t have a baby to look after. 

“You mu’fuckin’ right,” you said. You nodded your head, the idea taking shape the longer you sat with it. Thirty minutes later, you were both dressed like you didn’t have a man. You wore a very short skirt and off the shoulder top. Your coarse hair was pulled into a high ponytail. Your makeup was flawless.

It was practically gone now. Still you danced. Still you partied like there was no tomorrow. You left your pager at home. You didn’t care what Franklin had to say. So you shook and danced and waved off try-too-hard niggas with grabby hands. 

You clasped your friend’s hand and pulled her away from yet another man in your business. Damn, couldn’t you just go out and dance? Let loose?

“I see you havin’ real fun,” you heard above you.

You gasped and straightened out. You hadn’t seen him. Felt him. Or heard as he approached. One minute, your eyes were closed dancing to Flashlight. The next minute, Franklin was staring down at you with his nose slightly flared.

“How’d you find me?” You asked.

You looked around him and noticed Leon standing by the door looking sullen. “I can get to you any time I want,” he said. 

You folded your arms. The night’s festivities were catching up with you. Sweat pasted your shirt to your body. Little frizzes of hair escaped your ponytail. Your feet ached from spending hours on the makeshift dance floor. You were out of breath, staring at Franklin and wondering where his state of mind was at.

“I’m here trying to handle bidness and this is how you act?” 

You sucked your teeth and rolled your eyes. “The hell was I supposed to do?” You had to yell to be heard over the funk music. “Sit at home and wait for yo Black ass to come around?” 

Franklin rolled his neck. He was stressed out. You took a step forward. You longed to wrap your arms around him to hug and kiss him. To make it all better. But fuck that. Your anger was a familiar coat you threw on. 

“Let’s go,” he said. He dismissed your comments altogether. He turned and you faced the wide expanse of his broad back. His black polo shirt highlighted the slope of his shoulders, his sexy walk. The length of his legs were their own turn on. 

You didn’t follow him. He moved behind a dancing couple. He half turned and inclined his head. You turned around yourself. Two can play that game. You headed towards the back of the party. 

You were gaining attention. Those who weren’t smoking weed, were looking at you over the tops of cups. Others were smokin’ that stupid ass crack pipe. Franklin grabbed your hand and stopped you in your tracks. 

“Don’t fuckin’ embarass me. Let’s go,” he said, his whispered baritone fanning across your ear. You took a deep breath to steady yourself. Your body always reacted to him. Right now, your clit was throbbing thinking of what he was planning on doing to you. He hadn’t touched you in a week and it was driving you insane. 

“You can’t tell me what to do, Franklin,” you said.

Franklin stopped looking around and fixed you with a glare so severe, it’d hurt less if he slapped you. “The fuck you just say to me?” 

“You can’t tell me what to fuckin’ do, Franklin.” You emphasized his name, drawing out the syllables. 

“Man, get yo ass in the car,” he said. 

“Fuck you, nigga!” The rage that you cloaked yourself in was comforting in its heat. Spurned on by the alcohol, you poked at his chest. “Fuck you! Fuck you!” You slapped at his chest. 

“I’m only going to say this one more time, get in the fuckin’ car,” he said. He leaned in close to you, that calm demeanor slipping back behind his eyes. He kissed you on the cheek. A quick, dispassionate kiss that only served to piss you off even more. 

You opened your mouth to say something, but Franklin gripped your upper arm. He pushed you forward, around dancing people giving you the stink eye, past Leon with a little smirk on his face, and outside. The brutal LA night was cold and unforgiving against your damp skin. 

“Get off me, nigga!” You yanked your arm out of his grip. He talked about you embarrassing him. But he was the one who dragged you out of the party like some baby. 

Leon snickered. “Damn, you let her talk to you like that?” 

Franklin took a deep breath, looking towards the sky. “For one fuckin’ day, can any of ya’ll act right? I’m sick of this shit.” 

“I know you ain’t talkin’, Leon,” you said. Alcohol emboldened you. You felt invincible. Like you could hang onto a star and fly through the universe. You were ready with a scathing remark. 

Franklin stood in front of you, blocking your view of Leon who had squared up, ready to pop off. Franklin’s nose flared, his mouth stuck in a grimace. “Car, now,” he said.

Oh shit. Maybe you went a little too far. “Sure thing, Franklin,” you said with a sweet smile. 

You heard Franklin blow out a deep breath. “You got a way to get home?” You heard Franklin ask Leon as you walked away. You folded your arms and trudged the short distance to the curb. 

You reached the car, sliding in and putting your head against the headrest. You glared at Franklin as he said goodbye to Leon. Leon was smirking. You bet they were laughing it up at your expense. At your feelings. 

It paled in comparison to the lust you felt for Franklin. He walked towards the car. He was so different after he got out of jail. Tougher. Harder. There were moments where you would catch the Franklin you first fell in love with. The optimistic boy you would follow anywhere. 

Franklin was a man after jail. He picked up an edginess. A shorter temper. You couldn’t tell him what to do and that made him sexier to you. He was never a weak man. But now, he was strength personified. 

He climbed into the car in silence. He turned the car on and peeled out of the projects. “Not gon’ say shit?” You asked. 

Franklin didn’t look at you. He kept his eyes on the road, obeying all of the traffic lights. There was no reason to give LAPD an excuse to pull you over. Not that they always needed one. Driving while Black was practically an invitation to the cops to fuck with you. 

Franklin turned into his garage. You watched and listened as he closed the garage door behind you. He turned the car off and hopped out of the car. He came around to your side and opened the door. 

You hated the silent treatment. It was like he had ice water in his veins. You got out of the car and stood in the open door. Arms folded. Staring across a chasm at Franklin that you couldn’t cross. Couldn’t access. You weren’t welcome.

“Sick of this shit,” you muttered. 

“Get yo ass in the room and I’ll deal with you in a minute,” he said. 

“No, fuck you,” you said. 

That vindictive streak in you wanted to push him. To push him past the point of breaking him. 

“I don’t need this fuckin’ shit! I got enough shit to deal with than hearin’ my girl shakin’ her ass for anyone to see!” His voice rose from a deadly calm to outright yelling. 

“I was just dancin’,” you said with a shrug. 

“Yo ass don’t listen too good, huh?” Franklin grinned cruelly and laughed. He grabbed you by the arm and tugged you inside the house. The house was lit up like a Christmas tree, as if he’d searched every room for you.

You didn’t have a chance to appreciate the sentiment as he tugged you through the house, towards your room. He pushed you onto the bed and watched you flop. 

You pushed up onto your elbows but Franklin grabbed your hips and yanked your body down the bed to the edge. Your ass hung off of it. He used his leg to push yours further apart. 

“Franklin?” You asked. Your voice wobbled but not with fear. You were so turned on, you didn’t trust your voice. 

A sharp slap rung throughout the room. You cried out and clutched at the bed spread. Heat blossomed on your nearly exposed ass. One sharp jerk later, and it was over your hips, pushed up.  

“This what you wanted right? Why yo ass was actin’ up?” He asked. 

He rubbed the area that he slapped and you hissed. You were at an awkward angle. Half hanging off of the bed like you were, your heels were the only thing sort of keeping you upright. You stood on your tiptoes to brace yourself. Franklin standing in between your legs threw your balance off slightly. 

Franklin ran his hands down the crack of your ass, down towards your pussy. He moved your skimpy panties aside and pressed his thumb into your entrance. You cooed and collapsed onto the bed. 

“This pussy right there? Mine,” he said. He slapped your ass with his free hand and you gasped. The dichotomy of him slipping his fingers inside of you and the heat of the slap was too much already. 

“Baby…”

“Naw, don’t baby me. It was Franklin earlier, wasn’t it?” He asked. He removed his thumb and quickly replaced it with his index finger. He grunted and pushed a second finger in. 

“Oh, baby,” you moaned. He widened his fingers, preparing you for him. 

“What happened to all that shit you was talkin’?” He asked. He leaned over over, driving his fingers in deeper. You moaned and clutched the bedspread past the point of your fingers cramping. 

“I’m sorry,” you said. You moved your ass in a circle, in tune with how Franklin pumped his fingers in and out of you. As long as he kept doing that, you’d give him any answer he was looking for. 

“I don’t believe you,” he whispered against your ear. He leaned back and added a third finger. 

“Oh, fuck!” You moaned. Your body jerked and twitched as if you ate a live wire. Your orgasm ripped through you. Each wave hit you harder and faster, dragging you under its sweet release. 

Franklin withdrew his fingers and you heard him licking each one. You huffed. This man was going to be the death of you. 

Franklin massaged your ass, bringing attention back to the lingering pain. “I just missed you, baby,” you said. 

“Mhmm,” he said. He took a few deep breaths. His hands grabbed a handful of your ass. He made quick work of his pants, shedding it in nearly one fell swoop. He rubbed his thick, hardening dick along your slick slit. 

You bit your lip and moaned. “Pleasepleaseplease,” you said and wiggled your ass against him. 

He grabbed your left wrist and pulled it behind your back. It wasn’t comfortable, but it wasn’t uncomfortable either. You twisted your wrist but Franklin didn’t give you much room. He learned forward, his polo shirt rustling against your shirt. 

He brought his lips down to your ear. He licked the shell of it. Placed kisses behind your ear, into that sensitive spot. You shivered. Your desperate pussy clenched around nothing. He wrapped your hair around his fingers and pulled your head to the side for better access. 

You ached. You were so empty, you could cry. Literally, tears gathered behind your closed eyelids. You needed to be filled up by him. Consumed by him. You wanted to end where he began and begin where he ended. 

“The next time you need some dick, you come fuckin’ find me,” he said. He pushed into you slowly, stopping every so often so that you could get acclimated to him. 

“Oh, yes, Daddy,” you whined as he fulfilled your silent request. “Pleaseplease,” you muttered over and over. 

“Do you know my heart stopped comin’ here, callin’ for you like a mu’fuckin’ idiot? I called your pager. Shit was beepin’ by our bed. Anythin’ could’ve happened to you!” 

He seemed to forget his plan because he started to increase his thrusts. Whatever he gave, you took. You bounced back on him, matching his rhythm. He fucked you into the bed, pushing down on your arm behind your back. 

You were shoved ever more onto your tiptoes. Your right hand searched for purchase on the bed. Anything to brace you against his savage thrusts. It felt like he was pouring all of his frustration out into you. You gripped the bed spread and chewed on a piece of it.

There was a low, delicious burn inching up your legs. You shook violently, crying out as he hit that spot that only he could reach. Only he could touch. Only him. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you choked out. He pushed the very air from your lungs. Each thrust knocked a little more loose. You panted against him. 

“Oh fuck, right there,” you whined. Your ass clapped against his hips and the wet slap surprised another orgasm out of you. You stuttered over his name as you came, your pussy contracting and flooding his dick. 

“Look at you, can’t even hold on to that fucked up attitude,” he said. He licked your neck and nibbled at a sensitive bit. You shuddered and tried to curl in on yourself. 

“Naw,” he breathed. 

He slipped out of you and you cried in earnest. Tears slid down your cheeks. You groaned. Words weren’t working right for you. 

Franklin manhandled you. He flipped you onto your back and pulled you by your arms. You sat up and flopped against his body. He gripped your chin and made you look at him. 

“Talk a big game, no follow through, huh?” He asked. Bastard. But you got what you wanted. 

“I’ll do better, Daddy,” you said. You gave him puppy dog eyes.

Franklin grinned and pecked your lips. “I know you will,” he whispered. 

He tugged your shirt off, revealing your bra. Franklin sucked your nipple through the lacy material and you bucked off of the bed. “Shit!” 

The sensation was both there and wasn’t there. You registered a barrier between his mouth and your nipple but you didn’t really feel it. 

Franklin thrusted into you, hard. You gasped, your mouth hanging open. He climbed onto the bed, getting into a better position. He tore off his polo shirt and tossed it onto the floor.

He laid over you, crushing your body to the bed. He used one hand to spread you completely open for him. The other hand, grabbed your right hand and held it above you. Your fingers intertwined with his. He ground his hips into you, his dick disappearing inside of you.

His strokes were deep, brutal, and punishing. He wasn’t done being pissed at you. The thought should scare you. It should drive you right out of his bed. But no one else fucked you so completely. Made you feel so wanted and adored and like he needed to fuck you like a person needed air. 

Every stroke hit that deep spot inside of you. Your knees closed around his hips. Your left hand scratched his back. 

“That attitude shit stops,” he said as he made out with your titties. He pulled your cups down until they were under your breasts, pushing them up and into his eager mouth.

“Yes, Daddy,” you moaned. 

You felt the muscles in his back working as he pushed in and out of you. His dick stretched you right to the edge of pain. That fine line was delicate and he walked it well. Your hand traveled the length of his back, feeling all of the additional muscles and the dip of his back. The top of his ass that you couldn’t reach. 

You closed your eyes as he rolled a nipple around his mouth. 

“The last thing I need to fuckin’ worry about is you,” he said.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry,” your breath was failing you. Hell, you didn’t even know what he was saying at this point. You’d agree to just about anything at the moment. As long as he kept his strokes nice and deep like that. 

You felt him in your chest. He pushed up and you couldn’t barely breathe. He was stuffing you full of him, feeding you his dick. 

“You think this shit is cute and it ain’t! How the fuck it look that I can’t control my girl?”

You contracted against him. Another orgasm was building. His voice was so deep and raspy. And when he yelled, it was like unlocking a switch inside of you. You began to twitch again. Tears streamed down your face.

“I’m sorry! I hate being here without you,” you managed to croak out.

Fuck, you were so damn close. “Please Daddy, I’m so sorry. I’ll do better,” you said. 

Franklin lifted his head from your titty. He stared into your eyes. 

“Don’t you fuckin’ know how much I love you? Why do I have to prove it to you?” He asked, softly. So at odds with his pounding dick. 

“You don’t!” You yelled. Your orgasm was just out of reach. So, so, sososososo close. 

“Then why you like makin’ me mad?” He asked, his voice raised. Your jaw went slack as the orgasm finally tore through you like a tidal wave. You flopped and twitched, unable to hear or see anything as stars danced behind your eyelids. 

Your convulsing pussy triggered Franklin’s orgasm. He pushed into you further, his cum splashing inside of you. You felt his dick twitch and pulse. 

“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned. “You feel what you do to me?” He asked. He placed his head into the crook of your neck and panted.

“Yes, oh fuck yes,” you murmured. 

“You do that to me,” he said. He kissed your jaw, your cheek. Your lips lazily found his and you kissed him with the last remaining breath in you. You felt light headed. You wanted to curl up like a cat at his feet. He rubbed your arms and kissed you as you floated back to your body. 

As he softened, he pulled out of you. His thick cum eased out of you. Franklin rolled over onto his back with a contented sigh. He placed one hand behind his head. You rolled and tucked your body into his. He rubbed your back. You spread your right arm across his chest. A possessiveness taking over you. 

He kissed your temple and looked at you. “Don’t you ever call me by my first name again,” he said. He turned to stare at the ceiling. His fingers never gave up their glide and and down your back. 

You giggled sleepily. “Keep fuckin’ me like that and I won’t have to,” you said. 

Franklin grabbed your right hand and brought it to his lips. “I gotta fuck you to keep you in line, is that it?” He asked.

“Somethin’ like that,” you said with a small giggle. 

You were dragged kicking and screaming to sleep. You wanted to stay up and talk to him. Anything to keep hearing that sexy voice. Anything to keep him here with you longer. You were beyond worried that the moment you opened your eyes, he’d be gone again. Like a puff of smoke you couldn’t hold on to. He’d just slip through your fingers. 

You were so blessedly fucked out, that your head emptied. You fell asleep to the thump of his heart. And you prayed. Prayed that he’d be there when you woke up.

Psst. There's more Franklin Fics! The Secret Franklin Saint Files

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Give Me Back My Key

Pairing: Franklin Saint x Black!Plus Size!Reader Summary: Franklin crosses the line and you blow up at him. Now you have to hear some hard truths and decide whether or not you still want to be with him. Warnings: 18+, drug dealing, n-word usage, PIV, daddy kink, dirty talk, fingering, AAVE, possessive Franklin, bratty reader, referring to female genatalia as 'she', mentions of canonically dead characters as alive so this is kind of an AU but just go with it Word Count: 3,387 Author’s Note: My first finished piece of writing in like 3 years. A bitch is rusty but I’m just so happy to have something completed. I hope yall can find some enjoyment in it. I’m a Snowfall girlie now so hopefully there will be more coming after this. As always, questions, comments, and concerns are welcomed. Happy reading lovelies! xo

You entered your home after a long day at work, ready to soak in a bubble bath for an hour. Your boss had upped your hours, but did that come with a raise? Of course not. You hoped he would actually consider you for the new job opening in management but you weren’t holding your breath.

On the other hand, the extra hours were actually a God send. You had less time to sit at home missing your ex. Franklin Saint tore through your life like a tornado and left the wreckage of your heart behind.

You had no idea who he was when you first met. Your younger brother had dragged you along with him to Jammin Jerome’s to see if he had enough to upgrade his speaker system. Your brother had been geeking over the selection but his dream speakers were a bit outside of his price range.

The heartbroken look on your brother’s face was too much for you to handle and like always you tried to swoop in and save the day. Your mother worked so much to keep a roof over your heads as you grew up and your job was to look after your brother. You were basically another mother to him.

“Do yall have a layaway program or anything?” You asked, calculating in your mind how much you’d need to take out of your next check.

“No there ain’t no layaway. This ain’t no fucking charity.”

You squinted your eyes at the afro’d man and dug deep into your professional bag as not to cuss him out. “I understand. Is there anyway you can just hold them until Friday?”

The shorter man went to reply but he was cut off by Mr. Tall, Dark, and Sexy. “Yeah I can do that for you, but there’s a catch.”

You gave him a skeptical look. “What?”

He placed his hands on the counter and leaned a little closer towards you. “You gotta be the one to come back for them and you gotta let me take you out after.” He proposed, a smirk on his face.

Usually that might have pissed you off but there was something so charming about him. He immediately got your defenses down.

“Deal.”

His slick nature should have been a red flag but you were naive then. You couldn’t see past what was in front of you. A successful young Black man who was intelligent, passionate, and caring. He had goals and he knew who he was. You fell fast and you fell hard. He treated you like the most important person in his life.

After washing off the day’s sweat from your body, you put on your soft robe and proceeded to lotion up your body. A little self pampering after a hard day always helped to ease your racing brain and start to wind you down.

Franklin would love to get his hands on you and rub in your favorite scented lotion. He’d start at your feet and work his way up, taking extra time around your knees and then your thighs. He’d rub your belly and place kisses on your stretch marks. He never failed to make you feel so loved.

Months of dating flew by and even your families got along great. Your little brother looked up to Franklin as a man he’d like to emulate. He didn’t really have that before. Anytime you brought Franklin around, your brother was trying to get as much of his attention as you were. Franklin indulged him too. As annoying as it was, it warmed your heart to see the little bond they had.

By extension, you’d also noticed your brother getting closer to Leon as well. Since that first meeting, Leon was not one of your favorite people. You respected him as your man’s best friend but you saw him often on the street and you didn’t want your brother becoming interested in that.

Driving down the street a couple weeks ago, your worst nightmare was reality.

You almost got into a car accident the way you swerved your car across lanes when you saw Ryan doing a hand exchange with Leon.

You were haphazardly parked and out the car before your mind could catch up to what your adrenaline already set in motion.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You yelled at Ryan, hands digging straight into his pockets and pulled out both money and rocks.

“Get off me, sis! What’s your problem?” He asked you, trying to grab his supplies back.

“What’s my problem?! You being fucking dumb is my problem. Get in the car!” You screamed, smacking him in the back of the head and pushing him towards the car.

“Consider him officially out.” You told Leon, tossing him the drugs and money.

You got in the car and drove straight to Franklin’s. Yeah you told Leon that Ryan is out, but you figured Franklin would talk to Leon for you so things actually stuck. They were best friends after all.

Ryan was clearly sulking as he followed you into the home. He stood against a wall with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

Franklin greeted you with a kiss on the lips. “Hey baby. What’s wrong with your bro?”

You hugged him, resting your head on his chest. He ran his hand up and down your back to soothe you. “I caught him slinging on a random corner. I gave Leon his shit back and told him that Ryan was out, but do you think you can talk to him for me? I want to make sure he doesn’t try to hire him again.”

You didn’t catch on to the awkward silence until your brother scoffed.

You lifted your head from Franklin’s chest to look at your sibling. “What?” You snapped.

“You called me dumb and yet you think Leon hired me.” He chuckled, shaking his head.

“This isn’t a joke! I will fuck you up, Ry.” You started to pull away from your man’s embrace to put hands on your brother but Franklin stopped you.

“Leon didn’t put him on the corner. I did.” Franklin declared, and your body froze. You could swear you went into shock.

You took a huge step back and out of his arms. “Excuse me?”

“I put him with Leon because I trust him and he’ll make sure he’s straight. You know how Leon is.”

Your head was spinning but you were quickly connecting the dots. You knew he had something going on in his past. Like maybe he used to sell weed, but you’d only seen his legitimate businesses. Now you felt naive as fuck. The pieces are coming together in your mind like a puzzle you finally figured out how to solve. The way his Uncle and Aunt always seemed to defer to him…the way he carried himself….he was the Boss.

“Why would you…” You couldn’t even get it out. You shook your head to try and clear the roaring in your ears.

“He’s smart, he’s quick, and he’s loyal. You don’t have to worry. Plus, he really wanted a job.” Franklin explained like he was simply going over your brother’s job application.

“Then you get him a job at Jerome’s! YOU DONT PUT MY BROTHER ON THE STREET. ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?” You exploded, hands clenching.

It was the first time he’d seen you blow up and you expected a greater acknowledgement of your angry. Ryan seemed to be the only one in the room who knew you were not playing.

Franklin merely stared at you with what you thought was cool indifference. “You need to calm down.”

You scoffed, in disbelief of his arrogant answer. If niggas have anything, it’s audacity. “You go behind my back and make my baby brother one of your street niggas and I need to calm down? Fuck you, Franklin.”

He stood up straight, using his height to tower over you and show how unamused he was. “Oh you've been doing a lot of that. And you didn’t see a damn thing wrong with it either.”

You nodded. “You’re right. This is on me. I brought you into his life but I’m gonna rectify that immediately. We’re done.”

You hadn’t seen Franklin in a week and you missed him so much. You missed his voice, the way he held you in his arms, and the uncanny ability he had to always just know what you needed.

You needed him.

But you can’t budge on this. This was your brother’s life and Franklin betrayed you by going behind your back. Speaking of Ryan, he’d also been suspiciously absent lately. He had been walking on eggshells since you blew up and you felt bad, but if your mother found out she’d actually kill him so better he deals with your anger than hers.

You entered the kitchen to grab some water and screamed when you noticed the figure sitting at your little kitchenette. “AHH!”

Sitting very comfortably in one of your chairs, legs spread and one arm resting on the table where a glass of your brandy sat was Franklin. There was also a large beautiful bouquet of roses on the table.

“Hey baby.” He casually greets you, taking a sip from the glass.

He looked good as hell but you still glared at him.

“How the hell did you get in here? Better yet, why are you here?”

“I missed you. I know you missed me too. Are you done being mad?”

You clicked your tongue. “Nigga you got some nerve. Yes, I’m still mad.”

He sucked his teeth at me. “I’m not gonna apologize for putting your brother on, but I’ll apologize for not giving you a heads up.”

“That’s not good enough. That shit is dangerous. I want him to get a degree and get out of here.”

“So you don’t believe in building back up the community? Keeping money and businesses in Black hands? You don’t want to raise a family where you grew up anymore?”

Yes, you still believed in all those things. You even understood that your people had to cut some corners to get a leg up because they’d already been held back from so long. But the road to get to the future was scary. You were scared but anger is a way easier emotion to hold on to.

“Give me my key.” You snapped, holding out your hand.

He took your hand in his, rubbing your wrist with his thumb before placing a kiss on your palm. “No.”

“Franklin!” You whined, stomping your foot before you could stop yourself. Yes, you were lowkey about to throw a fit but he was so damn annoying.

“If you want me gone, change the locks.” He challenged, placing a kiss on each of your fingers.

That action caused you to realize he still held your hand so you snatched it away. “Fine. I will. What do you want?”

“You. I want you back. The bed is cold without those warm thighs for me to lay between.”

“And who’s fault is that?”

He rolled his eyes and stood up. He walked you backwards until you hit the kitchen counter. You looked off to the side, unable to hold his gaze. You were weak for him. He placed his hands on your cheeks and gripped your face, turning it so you were nose to nose with him and eyes locked.

“I’m only gonna say this shit once. Ryan wanted in the game. He wanted to be a corner boy. He wants to hustle.” You tried turning away from him but you couldn’t pry his hands off your face so you ended up just holding his wrists. “If I said no, he would have gone somewhere else. Is that what you want? Him down in the bottoms with crazy ass Skully or becoming apart of Manboy’s crew?”

Your eyes fluttered close at his words and you released a loud sigh. He was right. God forbid your brother went to work for Manboy. You knew you couldn’t change Ryan’s mind about something as much as you couldn’t change your mother’s. They were alike in that way. You always played the middle trying to keep the peace.

Franklin placed a kiss on your forehead as you processed his words. He knew you needed time to sort out new information and check in with yourself. He loved that about you. You could blow up but you could also be reasoned with.

“I know how much you love your brother and because I love you he’s family to me too. I’m treating him just like family. The game is the game. You think I wouldn’t do everything I could to protect him? To protect your heart? You think that little of me?”

His words had your eyes snapping back open. “No. I know you’re a good man, Frankie.” You rubbed his wrists, your face still in his hands.

“Then you forgive me?” He asked, eyes pulling you in. You would willingly drown in those dark pools.

You nodded and he placed a soft kiss on your lips. God, you missed him. You pressed harder against him and deepened the kiss. It had been too long. He kissed you like you were his last source of air as he explored your mouth with his tongue. His hands left your face to trail down your back and grip your robe covered ass.

He sucked on your tongue before biting your lip. He gripped your thighs and hoisted you up, holding you against the countertop and grinding his hard dick against you. You yelped and wrapped your arms and legs around him.

“Oh my God! Put me down, Franklin.” You gasped as he placed open mouthed kisses on your neck. Your robe had fallen open and he was able to suck on your collarbone which made your head drop back.

He turned to place you on the table. Your ass bumped his glass and it, along with the bouquet, fell onto the floor. “Franklin!” You scolded, only to bite your lip when he lightly grabbed your neck.

“I let you get away with it before but that shits over now. What’s my name?” He asked, his thumb pressing right into the center of your neck.

Your pussy was dripping wet. “Baby, please.”

He squeezed a bit more before letting his hand slide down the opening in your robe. “Close but don’t worry sweetheart. I’ll remind you.” His free hand pulled on the sash and completely opened up your robe.

“Fuck, I missed you.” He groaned, eyes moving from your tits down your stomach to between your legs as you spread them further apart.

Your hands were exploring under his shirt, refamiliarizing yourself with the planes of his body. You slipped his shirt over his head and he bent his head to kiss your nipples.

“Mmm.” You moaned, head falling back as he took a nipple into his mouth. You could feel your pussy dripping wet. As he sucked on your titties, one of his hands reached between your legs and teased your folds. His fingers traced up and down your lips and your hips moved to press him harder against you.

“Look at how wet and eager you are. I know this pussy missed me. Didn’t she?” He asked, pulling away from your titties leaving them wet with his saliva.

“Yes, yes she missed you.” You gasped, desperate for more.

His middle finger slid up and down your slit before finally slipping into your pussy. You groaned at the feeling and he slipped another finger inside of you stroking your walls. His eyes remained on your face as he watched the love faces you made. He pressed his fingers deeper inside you and rubbed his palm against your swollen clit.

“Yes, yes, please….” You moaned, hands clutching the edge of the table. He was stroking you so good, but you needed more.

“Tell me what you need, pretty girl.”

“I need…ooh…I need your dick in this pussy.” You licked your lips as you reached out to unbutton his pants. You could see the print of his hard dick and you needed it in you now.

“After this tantrum of yours, beg for it.” He could feel your walls contracting around his fingers and knew you were about to cum. He wasn’t about to have that so he pulled his fingers out.

“Nooo…” You whined, scooting closer to the edge of the table to rub against him and get some more friction going. He held your legs open and leaned back just out of your reach.

“What did I say?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Please, Daddy. I’m sorry. Give me the dick. I need the dick.” You begged, voice just the right pitch of needy and desperate that he wanted to hear.

He pulled his hard, long, and thick dick out and stroked it as he stared at you. You bit your lip and gave him your most contrite look. He smiled at you and leaned in to kiss you softly on your lips.

You got so lost in his kiss. The way he moved from harsh to sweet was making your head spin. You just wanted anything and everything he was giving you. During the kiss, you gasped loudly into his mouth feeling his slide into your tight pussy.

“Shit..” He hissed, hips jacking forward to situate himself deep into your pussy. He was knocking up against your G spot and you were almost dizzy. After all that foreplay, you knew you wouldn’t last long. You were already squeezing his dick.

“I can feel that pussy finna cum. Let her rain on me, baby. I wanna feel it.” He told you, continuing to give you long deep strokes.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” You breathlessly moaned, head thrown back. “I’m bout to-” You don’t even finish your sentence as your orgasm eclipses your whole body.

“Just like that.” Franklin moaned, watching you as the pleasure blankets you. He loved watching you. You were so damn sexy. He never stopped stroking as your walls clamped down on him.

Your chest was heaving and you were feeling a bit tired. You felt Franklin speeding up his thrusts, his hips slamming against your ass. You were feeling a bit sensitive. “Ooh, wait Daddy…”

“Nah, ain’t no wait. This is part of your punishment. Let me look at that pussy.” He declared, bringing your legs up and smashing your knees into your chest. “Damn, look at her glistening for Daddy.”

“Mmnf!” You groaned, feeling the table shake under you at his hard thrusts. Your eyes closed as your body was completely worked over by him. He was fucking your soul.

You heard his moans and growls increasing frequency as his hips sped up. You could feel him everywhere. He was staking his claim on you. With a final deep thrust, you felt his cum release inside of you. You were on birth control but he was so damn far inside you felt like he was personally delivering his seeds to your ovaries. You’d have time to worry about that later.

He placed kisses along your thick legs as he slowly brought them back down to wrap around his waist. He’s still inside you and you haven’t moved at all. You couldn’t. You were wore the hell out.

You felt his eyes on you as he soothingly rubbed his hands up your thighs over your belly between your breasts and over your shoulders. He massaged you as he waited for you to regain yourself.

Your eyes opened and connected with his. You gave him your prettiest smile. “I love you.”

He smiled that rare grin of his. “I love you too.” He leaned in to kiss your lips and you closed your eyes leaning up to meet his lips only to be met with air.

Your eyes opened to see him staring down at you. “Don’t ever pull no shit like this again.” He sternly ordered.

You brought your hands up to rub his hair and cup the back of his head. “I won’t baby. I’m sorry.”

You were ready to accept Franklin for everything he is. He was your man and you were gonna stick beside him no matter what.

[wide-nose-and-wonderful]

Summary: Pleasure would take a back seat, that and personal desires. Maybe in another life he could chase them. But it wasn't another life. Survival now depended upon caution and precision. Taking three bullets to the body gives a lot of time for reflection. In the midst of his recovery, Franklin Saint thinks back on his actions, and what it would mean going forward in the new world he created. 

A/N: This story came about because one of my readers requested a part 3 from me. I'm always grateful for any reader interaction and the fact that she enjoyed the character dynamic so much is why this came about. So this one is for you my fellow Sanitette! Thanks for putting the idea in my head. -Wide Nose 💙

DROPPING 11/21/2024!

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Anime/TV shows I’ll be making fan fiction/oneshots about later on:

Naruto characters - (Naruto is the main anime I’ll be writing about)

Naruto U.

Sasuke U.

Sakura H.

Kakashi H.

Ino Y.

Choji A.

Asuma S.

Kurenai Y.

Itachi U.

Gaara

Obito U.

Orochimaru

Neji H.

Hinata H.

Rock Lee

Minato N.

Jiriya

Tsunade S.

Kisame H.

Deidera

JJK characters - This anime I’ve barely watched so only main characters will be written about until further notice

Yuji Itadori

Satoru Gojo

Megumi F.

Ryomen Sukuna

AOT characters -

Eren Y.

Mikasa A.

Armin A.

Erwin S.

Levi A.

Jean

Annie L.

Hange Z.

Reiner B.

Ymir

Historian R.

Connie S.

Euphoria characters -

Rue B.

Maddy P.

Fezco

Cassie H.

Nate J.

Kat H.

Lexi H.

Jules V.

TVD/TO characters -

Damon S.

Stefan S.

Elena G.

Jeremy G.

Bonnie B.

Caroline F.

Katherine P.

Elijah M.

Klaus M.

Rebekah M.

Freya M.

Finn M.

Kol M.

Kai P.

Hayley M.

Tyler L.

Nora H.

Mary L.

Marcel G.

Davina C.

Matt D.

OBX characters -

John B.

Sarah C.

Rafe C.

JJ

Kiara

Pope

Topper

Barry

TWD characters -

Rick G.

Daryl D.

Negan.

Maggie G.

Glenn R.

Shane W.

Snowfall Characters -

Franklin S.

Teddy M.

Leon S.

Avi D.

Gustavo Z.

If you have any requests don’t be afraid to ask!

[ourlovesdelusions]

the ultimate tayley fics masterlist

will be updating as more come out.

— long-form fics —

first thing to go

how i met your mother

this is me trying

the love you want by lunarfield

might've taken thirty years by @sparks9793

this is why i don't leave the house

los angeles by rosesiris2020

tour life

the meaning of flowers

sudden desire

painful reminder

in a rush

rewriting the future by thenewchicken

paper hearts by panic_switch

like any true love, it drives you crazy by @sillygoose375

patron saint by parameme

magnetic attraction by whycantitibereal

album of the year by tayloryorkyall

white ferrari

good grief by yelyahnicole

— one-shots, two-shots and compilations —

the one with the wedding by yours truly!

oh my love, i lied to you

'tis the damn season

taylor's version

the b-sides

love songs for taylor york by @sparks9793

lsfty: the subgramming

the bonus tracks

lsfty: the prompts

cause i've always wanted this

you can hear it in the silence by @sillygoose375

no use i just love you

what's all at once so crystal clear

oh, i'm falling in love

is it chill that you're in my head

i pretend you're mine all the damn time

i never needed to by @itstayloryorkyall

waking up in vegas

why we ever

running out of time

words

the grammys

prom

crystal clear

little trouble

off day by anonymous

of total devotion by lunarfield

decline to comment further by purelover

ping pong

i'm alright with a slowburn

i wanna make it crystal clear

big house

gasoline by laughterafter21

i'll take care of you by thenewchicken

the grammys

too far to go back now

winter movie day

soulmates

definitely not just a lover

play me something by carpoolkids

i won't let you fall away

revisiting the past by yelyahtaylor

smells like christmas

too good at fighting chemicals by gabreslas

petals for flowers by yelyahnicole

tayley drabbles by @yaylortorkyall

good grief by @dykelyah

her's

i'm sorry but are you single

what? by mariposa_13

hate mine, but love yours by @nvrcominghome

never felt this sensation

whatever happens, happens

hear me out

new beginnings by panic_switch

with open mouth by @ao3usermelancholyhues

reassemble it

threnody by tog

inevitability by camseydavis

birthdays by shan_shan_shaniali

in the middle of the night

jealous business

2 a.m. conversation with a bartender

watching listen to your heart

looks better on you by whoatemycupcakes

— some alternate universe fics —

baby tell yourself it ain't over yet by @sparks9793

inordinary

happy second chance or happy ending

franklin

she lives in a fairytale

[jazziejax]

They way I still see no Damson Idris/Franklin Saint fics ANYWHERE is insane. I’m surviving off nothing. I’m starving!!!!

[xoista]

𓂃 say it, do it, show it, prove it ˖ ݁ franklin saint ⊹ nsfw content.

after a tense argument with his mom about leon getting shot in their back yard, franklin needed something to ease his mind.

c. mdni. black reader in mind. swearing. season one! franklin cause i like ‘em soft. normal snowfall warnings: selling weed & coke, shootings.

k. the lack of fics for him shows the people have been slacking!

“you gon make me ask?” franklin’s mom, yelled, throwing a hand up in frustration at her son who stopped in his tracks at her voice. he lightly sighed under his breath as he turned around to look at her from the doorframe of the hallway.

the day had been long for the both of them, so he’d hoped she would lay off him a little but she hadn’t since he had walked through the front door that night. he couldn’t really blame her though. leon getting shot in the backyard of the house they both laid their heads was somewhat as stressful as lying to his momma, selling coke, hiding it from the cops and making good but dirty money— let’s just say their situations came with their differences.

the two of them looked at each other a second before franklin spoke up. “it’s leon… you know. always starting some shit. finally mouthed off to the wrong person. probably caught him comin’ by the house.”

“so you had nothing to do with it, right?” she replied making him cock his head to the side and squint his eyes in disbelief at his moms’ question.

“no. come on, momma. of course not,” he assured, walking around the kitchen table where he stands closer to her. she stays in her position: at the head of the table.

she shakes her head with a scoff. “you scare me, franklin...” her breathing become uneven making her take a slight deep breath in. “how easy it is for you to look at me in the eye and lie your ass off. you got your best friends blood on your clothes and you don’t miss a god damn beat.”

“you know, jerome was here.” she slowly made her way to side of the stable where franklin stood. “heard the news. decided to check in. guilt was all over his face. at least someone in his family has still got a fucking conscience,” she added, looking him in the eyes.

“what’d he say?” franklin quickly asks.

“he didn’t have to say shit… i wanna hear it from you.”

he directs his eyes elsewhere for a few before looking back over to her. “what you wanna hear?”

“start with how long you’ve been slinging the weed for him.”

it wasn’t weed he’d been slagging for nobody. he knew that but she didn’t. he didn’t wanna dig himself into a deeper hole so he lied like he’d been doing all these other months. “six months. give or take.”

“6 months you’ve been lying to my face,” she scoffs at him with a shake of her head before turning around. “playing me like a fucking fool—” she mumbles before sharply turning back to him, eyes filling with tears. “…and don’t let me get started about that girl you been sneaking in here!” she yells pointing at him with the cigarette in her hand. her legs drawing her closer to him once again.

“no, it was hard lying to you— a-and it’s not some girl ma.”

“yeah? who is it then franklin!?” she yells in his face making him look down in disappointment.

now looking back up at her, franklin went to speak again but there was pounding on the front door making him push his lips back together. they both direct their attention to the front door where mr. wright stands. cissy quickly wipes the tears from her face as he enters in his uniform. “i hope it’s not too late,” he starts as franklin gives his mom a final glance before walking to the back of the house, giving them room to talk. “…just wanted to check if you were alright.”

their voices fade as he descends further into the house and he makes it into his room, closing the door with a sigh. “hey,” the welcome was soft and expected because of your almost everyday occurring presence. at first you were leaning against his headboard but you moved off the bed and stood to see him. franklin doesn’t flinch at your presence, only giving a glance— without that, he practically ignores it as he sits on the end of the bed without a word. he stares off into space, not giving you another glance. you don’t take it to heart after hearing what had happened with leon then the argument with his mom.

you thought maybe he just wanted to be alone. “call me later— or whenever you get the chance, alright?” you turn to leave through the window without a reply knowing you wouldn’t get one but you were proven wrong when you hear his voice. “hey. c’mere,” he mumbled, making you turn to look his way. he was looking at you now, eyes dead set on you.

“you sure? it’s cool if wanna be alone. don’t want you fighting me or nun,” you grin playfully, knowing he wouldn’t even raise his voice at you. he shakes his head with a light smile, “might throw a couple punches if don’t c’mere.” you chuckle lightly as you walk over to him. he parts his legs for you to stand in between and wraps his arms around your torso. you take his face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs along his hairline as you appreciate his handsome face.

“heard what to said about me not being ‘some girl’,” you smile, eyes averting between his eyes and lips. “…want you to tell me what i am then.”

he scoffs in a disbelief at your teasing before smiling, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth lightly to stop himself from kissing you. “you should know.” his head slightly titled to his left to admire you.

“no, i know, but i want you to tell me,” you say, titling your head in the same direction as his, in a teasing manner.

he laughs an airy laugh and in that process picks his head up the right way (you doing the same), before replying. “my girl.”

“your girl?” you question and he’s quick to respond with a nod. you smile at the gesture before adding, “i like that.” you lean into him to kiss his lips, and he doesn’t miss a beat, kissing you back. arms wrapping around your waist tighter to pull you closer. it starts off slow, wet, your heads rotating every once and awhile to find the perfect spot for your lips to connect, but once you feel the tip of his tongue graze the inside of your mouth you open your mouth to him and allow both your tongues to meet.

you hummed out, enjoying the taste of him. your lips are wet with one others’ spit as he moves his hands down to the back of your knees. he pushes lightly on the back of them and pulls one of your legs over his then the other so your straddling his lap. his hands move from your waist to underneath your shirt. your deep kisses soon become pecks before you pull away from him.

“if she hears us she’s definitely not gonna like me,” you say with a light smile, hands resting on his shoulders. he chuckles at you, thumbs rubbing your sides underneath your shirt. “well, be quiet then,” he says with a grin. you playfully hit his chest before he’s pulling you back into a kiss.

the two of you wasted no time to get your clothes off, hands roaming each others’ bodies once your back close to one another. now, you’re on top of his in the middle of the bed, kissing him deeply as you grind yourself against him. his hands gripping a hand full of your ass as you do so, his hand kind of guiding the pace of your hips. you were surprised he was even letting you be on top, normally he’d flip it over and fuck you that way.

you push your hips up a bit, and move your hand down to wrap your dick. before you can even rub his tip along your wet folds and push it inside of you, without breaking the kiss, he flips the two of you over. you’d spoken too soon. you don’t comment on it, knowing if won’t change his on going habit and because soon after he slowly slides himself inside of you. his deliciously sized head sliding passed your folds first and filling your entrance up. you moan lightly against his lips.

then his full length slides inside, making the kiss come to a slight pause as your mouth is slightly open in awe. “franklin,” you moan, arms instantly wrapping around his back. he doesn’t hesitate to start moving his hips at a good pace. you try to stay as quiet as you could, muffling your moan with kisses. the dark room seemed to get stuffy as his hips smacked lightly against your thighs. his groans fell against deaf ears as he didn’t have to try as hard to hide them like you.

you coo’d for him, calling out for him to fuck you harder. he could feel the way your pussy clinched and sputtering around him. he did as asked, pushing his hips into your thighs, making sure to reach deep. the deeper he reached the more you moaned and smashed your lips into his to muffle them.

your pussy continued to clench and squeeze around him making it even harder for him to hold on. his pace doesn’t lessen even when his head is lost in the feeling of you. "g-gonna cum,” you moan against his lips. “fuck, me too,” he mumbled, feeling your pussy squeeze him tightly. you moan quietly as you cum, the feeling of you pulsating around him pulls his cum from him. his cum rushes through him and into you, filling you up.

franklin lazily kisses you as the two of you calm down. soon after, he sits himself up and slowly pulls out, careful not to hurt you before lays down next to you. you snuggle in close to his chest and he wraps his around you.

@wide-nose-and-wonderful the tag you asked for ⭐️.

[frank1nsaint]

Franklin Part 1.

You look around the crowd of people, slightly overwhelmed by the turn out at the fair today. It was a Saturday night after all anyone who wanted to enjoy an ounce of fun weekend before work/school on Monday was here. Unfortunately for you crowds weren’t your thing since a fight tended to break out and nowadays a gun would be pulled quickly. 

“Damn! he walks like his dick is heavy” you hear 

You start coughing choking on your cola

“What?!!” Wanda comments

“She must be talking about Franklin”  Lashay adds as you all now looked towards where she looked, Franklin’s crew walked towards them mostly because of Leon but still they made their way towards you 

There’s a light laughter between you girls “Girl you crazy!” your best friend who just happens to be your cousin Harmony adds to the discussion 

“Oh shit they coming this way yall straighten up!” Tasha snaps quickly adjusting herself clothes  

You groan internally you didn’t want to deal with Franklin and his men. You were around them from elementary to now, and right now mentioning Franklin and his men was like mentioning the grim reaper and his minions. After Kevin's death and Franklin’s release, it was like they were untouchable, and anyone who crossed them ended up dead. Franklin didn’t have that innocent aura about him anymore, you couldn’t describe it he was different confident

“Ladies!” Mike Mike greets bowing his head

“Hey y'all” Lashay greets

“What y'all doing here?” Leon asks

“We are at the state fair duh we are here to get some drinks food and have fun” Wanda responds

“The questioning is what are y'all doing here?” Harmony asks

“Shit y'all can’t be the only ones having fun!” Jerome comments

You hang back as the group merges and moves through the fair. You would integrate, often joining the discussion, but for the most part you kinda just chilled in the back and watched as the couples (Tasha/Franklin, Wanda/Leon, Harmony/Sean Louie/Jerome) cupcaked while the rest of you walked at a distance from them. 

“Girl Sean talking about making me his girl” Harmony comments as you two finally made it back to your rented out home 

“Oh nice!” you say removing your shoes

“You had fun tonight?” 

“Yea!” you smile 

“Good see it was fun” she says in a “i told you so” mocking tone 

“Yea yea whatever!” you wave her off before retreating to the kitchen. You two spend the night conversing before heading off to sleep. 

Life goes on and not much can be said about trying to survive and make it in a world that wouldn’t allow you to. 

“No,” you look at your cousin with a dead face

“WHYYY GIRL? COMME ONNNN” she begs

“Why do I” you point to your chest, “need to go? Tasha, Lashay, Bri, CiCi they are all going” 

“Because cousin, it's a christmas/new years party, damn you wanna be the only bitch in south central staying home on new years eve??”

“You know i don’t like crowds” you argue “and you know damn well that house is about to be packed” 

“When will you get to experience partying at a drug lords house again?” she counters 

“I would hope never Harmony”

She fake cries “come on girl pleaaassseee” she begs as she hugs you

“Harmony”

“Franklin said bring all your friends you know I cant show up without you” 

“Why not?” 

“Because you are part of the package” 

“Just go with the girls” should 

She turns you to face her “Y/N! why don’t you want to come?”

You sigh “i already told you!” 

She gives you a light push “Fine, be boring, have no social life, have no love life, just  survive, Work, school, home, bills thats it???” She throws her hands up when you give her a blanks stare in return 

You roll your eyes as she walks away. What she said got to you eventually, you didn’t want to only survive, you wanted to live just not around Saint and his men, it's like a body dropped every time he was around. 

You ponder for a few days before approaching her, what could hurt a one time party never to be mentioned again at least you could counter if she ever asked you to leave again. 

“Whats the dress code?” you ask as you stand by the kitchen counter 

“What?” She asks as she mixes the rice on the stove

“For this party” you clarify 

She turns to you with a stunned face, mouth a jar wide grin quickly taking over, “you coming?!!!” she asks softly, when you nod she screams and throws her arms around you “OH MY GOD!!!! AHHHH! YES GIRLLLL YESSSS WHAT MADE YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND?”

“Okay calm down!”

“Sorry” she takes a deep breath “I’m just soo excited” 

“Yea yea whats the dress code i mean can i show up in jeans or?” 

“Jeans girl really?” you shrug “You can or you can get a nice pretty dress stand out, get your hair done, nails?”

“So dress up is the dress code?” 

She shrugged “he never said just you know dress nice”

“I can dress nice in jeans”

“In a dress!” she stresses

“Fine” you weren’t going to argue your way through this party 

“Ooh girl, I can't wait to go shopping, let me call the girls and then we can plan to go out together!” she comments before returning to the stove.  You groan already regretting agreeing to go to this party.

The night of the party approaches quickly and you feel your stomach doing flips, it was too late to tell Harmony you changed your mind, you two were looking for a parking spot in the neighborhood, it seemed like half of south central had already showed up to the party. 

You don’t even know how time flew by so quickly, one minute you're in the chair getting your hair done, next thing you're putting on your lipstick, perfume, shoes, now walking towards the door. Watching as people poured in and out of the party. 

The chilly LA evening weather was much appreciated as you were not trying to arrive at the house with a thin layer of sweat on your body. Not after you've primped and primed the entire day. 

“HEEEEYYYYY!”  Harmony greets as you two walk in 

“MY BABY IS HERE!” Sean yells on top of his lungs

You stand back as you watch them greet

“Y/N?” you hear your name 

You turn to face one of Franklin's men “I’ll take your coat”  

“Oh you shrug off your trench coat.”

“I missed you baby” you hear harmony whine in a baby voice you can’t help but laugh 

The house was sorta full, you could still see across the room and make faces you knew that wouldn't be the case in the next hour or so. You just know the party was bound to get shut down

You step further in securing the coat check in your clutch. 

“Hey”  you greet Franklin

“Glad you could make it Y/N” he greets giving you a half hug, you quickly inhale his cologne he smelled good you make a quick note to yourself 

“Thanks for the invite, we brought you this” you say handing him a gift bag

“Oh shit you didn’t have to” he smiles at you

You shrug “well my mama said never show up to a person's house empty handed you know” 

He nods “what yall get me?” He asks trying to move the tissue paper around 

“Oh uh really good wine” 

“Expensive wine”  Harmony adds

“And some Bourbon” 

“Expensive bourbon” 

“Okay Harmony!” you look at her incredulously causing Franklin to chuckle

She chuckles “I’m fucking with you girl but”  she turns to face Franklin, “my cousin went around turn looking for the best wine for you”

“Oh word?” he turns to face you a bright smile on his face 

You feel yourself getting flustered “No I just” you feel yourself blushing “It's a gift and I  like to give good gifts” you defend, you don’t even know why you were blushing 

“That's true you ever want a good gift you ask her she’ll find some good shit” 

You smile “I’m gonna say hi to the girls and boys”  you say walking away from them

“Awkward ass” Harmony comments causing Franklin and Sean to burst out laughing. You throw your middle finger at her and keep walking

It wasn’t that you were purposely trying to impress Franklin, it was just a gift. What would it look like showing up with cheap wine and liquor when you kept hearing about the thousands he was moving weekly.He would probably be offended, you heard about his temper. 

1 hour you say to yourself as you made your way around the room, thats it thats how long you were staying 1 hour. You eventually find a small group of girls to talk to, avoiding Harmony and the rest as they were either in the circle with Franklin or right near it, in the center of the house. When you turn to look at that area you catch a glimpse of Tasha on Franklin's lap, with a flash she gets up and other women take a seat on his lap, you shake your head internally before returning to the conversation. 

The next time you look down at your watch you realise 2 hours had passed. It was already past 11pm and you should have been home by now. 

You quickly chug the water you have been drinking, (you weren’t gonna take risks drinking and driving) you slowly push your way through the massive crowd avoiding anyone from that group spotting you. Unbeknownst to you Franklin had his eye on you the entire night. He watched as you stood in the corner and talked to the girls, then back to the kitchen, bathroom, he even saw you spill water on yourself, he smiled slightly before returning to his conversation, no matter where you were tonight he made sure his eyes were on you. 

At one point you two make eye contact but you smile and quickly look away. Plus the comment Harmony made awhile back about him looking at you a certain way had you nervous being around the man, you can’t explain it you just wanted to get out of South Central unscathed and gaining the attention of Franklin wasn’t a plan. 

“Yea I’m leaving,”  you chuckle nervously while handing them the coat check

“Damn before New Years? it's gonna happen in like 40 minutes” 

“I know but I kinda wanna start getting home before traffic you know” you explain 

You already knew Harmony was gonna be with Sean tonight at his place you begged her to go to his instead of ruining your night with their sexcapeds gladly for you she agreed

He nodded in response “Yea that makes sense, LA traffic can get crazy” 

“Yea it can” You open your clutch to pull your keys but find nothing, you frantically push things around to see nothing, your lip gloss, napkins, mints and your wallet

“Shit” you say to yourself as you think back to the night? Did you leave them in the car? Are they with Harmony? Did they drop and you didn’t hear them? Your mind races trying to trace back the night. 

“Here you go” he says handing you your coat 

“Thanks”  

“Leaving so soon?”  you hear close to your ear from behind you, 

You instinctively tilt your head away, “Huh?”  as you continue to check the pockets quickly turning around slowly

You release your breath as you feel the keys in your coat pocket, you look up and see Franklin looking down at you smiling

“FUCK!”  you curse internally  “Heyyy” you smile quickly turning to glance at where he was to see if anyone else noticed. It was so packed now you couldn’t see past the sea of bodies now

“Leaving so soon?” he asks again pulling his hands behind his back 

You giggle nervously “Oh yea I don’t wanna get stuck in LA traffic”

He tilts his head slightly confused “But you just got here” 

“No i got here 2 hours ago” 

“I didn’t even get the chance to talk to you tonight” You make a face, he chuckles in response “I’m saying i wanted to catch up with you” he shrugs “we ain't really talked since highschool” 

“Oh” you shrug “nothing much going on with me” 

He smirks “Nah you more interesting than that, I aint even get the chance to tell you look good tonight yet,” You look down at your semi formal sweetheart dress, you were actually glad you agreed to dress up as many women were and you didn't’ want to be the odd one out actually even Franklin was dressed up suit tie the whole shebang

“Oh” you smile “thank you Franklin, you look good too clean up nice” 

He removes the coat from your hands gently “how about you stay a little longer?” he bargains

You chuckle nervously this could not be happening “Noo” you reach for the jacket but he puts it behind his back. “Franklin!”  you scold 

He smiles looking at you “comeon girl you can’t leave right before new years!” he argues 

“I don’t like driving at night. You know how the cops are? And its new years too!?” You catch his eyes drifting lower to your cleavage before making their way up to yours. You use that to your advantage and reach around but he quickly moves the jacket the opposite way

“Franklin!” you look towards where he was seating in the center of the house and see a very ugly mug on Tasha’s face and the other women seemed to share the same sentiment glaring in your direction 

“Come on its" he looks down at his watch, "only 30 more minutes, that can’t hurt” 

“No! Plus looks like Tasha is gonna kill you” you comment

“Tasha?”  he looks at where you tilted your head

“Oh shit!” he laughs “I don’t care about Tee” 

You cross your arms on your chest “Aren't you two dating?” 

“No!” 

“Mmmm well you might not be but she believes you two are and I need my coat Franklin” you open your hand out for him to give it to you

“I’ll take you home” 

“No how are you gonna get back here plus it's your party don’t be ridiculous!” 

“RIdiculous?” He guffaws  “I'm not the one leaving a new years party 30 minutes before new years that's the point of the party!” 

You huff and look up at the ceiling. You need to find a solution. You would leave the coat but it has your keys! He moves closer smiling at how flustered you were getting (“I just wanna go home”) you think to yourself, this shouldn’t be happening he should be dating Tasha. Why isn’t he? Weren't they over each other at the fair and tonight? What was this some freakyshit they were into or what?

“What is it?” He asks softly bringing your attention back to him, that damn smile, those dimples, nope no Y/N you need to go home

“Franklin I would like to go home please” 

“Y/N I told you I’ll take you home” 

“What about Tee?”

“Tee can get a ride home, why you keep brining her up?”

“Franklin”

“I’ll take you home. I promise”

“When?” 

“Right after the celebration is over!” he smiles slyly 

You frown “No thats like at 6am!” 

He chuckles you caught on quick “No give me till 1am at least” 

You contemplate no way you were getting the coat back that was for sure

“Fine you promise?” 

“I promise ima get Dreads or Mikey to take you”  You scoff “what?”

You  reach around and snatch your coat shocking him in the process

“No you said you were gonna take me home so you needed to take me home not punt me off to your men” you complain as you throw on your coat quickly 

He smiles at your brattiness “okay okay i will” he reaches for you

You move away from him “Nope i’m going home goodnight Franklin!” 

He sighs, “can you at least let me know you made it home safe?” 

“Fine i’ll page Tee” 

He  groans and you chuckle, he bites his bottom lip as he watches you walk away defiantly 

[megamindsecretlair]

One day ill learn my lesson about reading fanfic at work, but today aint that day 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🤣

Chileee, this was so GD nastay 😩😩 college Franklin just hit different 😩😩

In Another World.

College Student!Franklin Saint x Black! Fem!Reader / Plus Size reader.

Taglist: @thecookiebratz @slippinninque @megamindsecretlair @wide-nose-and-wonderful @henneseyhoe @keyera-jackson @halfofmysoulsblog @kindofaintrovert @daprettycancer @playgurlxoxo @meech667

Word Count: 2,075k.

A/N: This little idea popped into my head when I watched the episode about College Franklin, I was intrigued by alternative universes and he's so cute.😫

A/N: don't forget to comment, reblog and like! To support your favorite writers!❤️

Warnings: established relationship, profanity, short fic, nasty smut, oral, (both fem & male receiving) sloppy kissing, cum swallowing, slight teasing, consensual for both parties, straight-up filth. 😭)

Summary: In the alternative universe where you and Franklin attended the same college instead of him being the feared drug kingpin and you as his partner in crime. Turns out, college wasn’t looking so good for him. You invited him in your dorm room for a talk and a little something more.

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You heard the professor talking his ear off about the Pythagorean theorem in your advanced geometry class, with your head shifting toward Franklin who had given you a warm smile. He sat next to you in the classes you had with him. You waved a kind gesture to him and turned your attention back to the professor, Mindlessly doodling flowers with a matching pen in the margin of your purple notebook.

On days like this, you wished it could've been different for you and Franklin, but heightening your education seemed like the only choice. As your mother would say to you and your siblings.

Finally, the bell rang and a swarm of students fled from the spacious classroom, inviting the silence in as you stood up from your desk, Franklin intertwined his long fingers with yours, a simple touch from him sent shivers down your spine.

Reaching the threshold of the door, maneuvering your way through the bustling crowd of students, Franklin kept you close to him like a protective shield from anyone.

Apparently by God’s grace which your mother or grandma would say at any moment, you had a scholarship to the same college where Franklin was going, at first you didn't want to attend a PWI college where there were only a few amount of black students including you and Franklin.

It was no other than Claremont McKenna.

But your mother wanted you to branch out, discover new possibilities, that there was more to life than just South Central Los Angeles, the poverty, violence, drugs.

Your mom didn't want that for you, she only wanted better for you. She saw how you were always around Franklin. It appears that you are intelligent, much like him. Your intelligence quotient is exceptionally high, and you inherited it from your mother and grandmother.

You had only a few friends, specifically Franklin, Crystal, Fatima, and Taylor from your art class, which was better than having no friends at all. You had to make the best out of the situation.

To others, especially the white people in that school would be rare have black people attend the same college. As if it was a new discovery when it only was simply small-minded people who didn't even understand or know you.

You were a creative writing major while Franklin majored in business, he was so smart when it came to numbers, hell, you thought he was smarter than anyone in college. Too smart for college.

“Are you free after class?" you asked, your thumb slid across his palm. smiling at him sweetly.

“Yes but I gotta get some shit out of my dorm and I'll be on my way over there okay baby?”

You smiled at him and nodded, “Okay Frankie..” you said softly, pecking his cheek and then his lips. The one thing you loved about him was his lips, they were soft and plump, and you could nibble on them all day.

Franklin walked back to his dorm before kissing you goodbye, you dispersed from your boyfriend and went back to your cozy dorm, ready to relax.

A gentle knock on the door of your dorm room damn near startled you as you finished putting in a tank top and shorts, you packed up your duffle bag before making sure you recalled everything before you went to your poetry club.

You opened the door and saw Franklin with his duffle bag, and backpack. Why was he all packed up?

“Franklin? What's wrong?” you asked softly, you stepped aside to let him in as you closed and locked the door behind him.

“I gotta tell you something baby girl..” he whispered, His voice was shaky. It meant something was wrong.

His heavy breathing filled the medium-sized dorm room, the walls were decorated with posters of your favorite artists, he noticed the few girly shit on the desk. He lightly chuckled at it, making him feel slightly better despite the weight on his shoulders.

You plopped on you bed with your back leaning against the big light green heart-shaped pillows, Franklin kicked off his shoes and crawled toward you, he wrapped his yet powerful around your body, resting his head against your warm neck. Littering kisses against your dark brown skin, ever so tenderly.

“Look at me Frankie..” you interuppted, you watched his head moved from your neck. His eyes met yours in a soft gaze, your hand rested on the nape of his neck.

You got a good look at his face, from his dark brown eyes, his nose and his plump lips. his deep dark brown skin, Your fingers tugged at his ears with your hands cupped his face, Earning a wide grin from your man.

"You're beautiful Frankie.." You whispered,

Franklin believed that only women could possess beauty, excluding men, completely disregarding its existence in men. However, amidst this conviction, did he prefer to be called ruggedly masculine?

Franklin was called handsome, cute, or even dashing, Up until now, the term "beautiful" had never been associated with him, except for the moment he was born when his mother lovingly uttered those words. But perhaps, from your perspective, that perception might change.

It was different, felt different too. It felt like a warm embrace, a validation of his worth beyond his intelligence or business acumen. Franklin's eyes softened, surprise and adoration shining through.

"You think so?" he asked, his voice soft yet slightly raspy.

You nodded, your thumb gently caressing his cheek. "Absolutely. Inside and out, you're the most beautiful person I know."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Franklin's lips, his heart swelling with affection. He leaned in and pressed his plump lips against yours. lips in a tender kiss. The warmth between your lips as your mouth slightly parted, his tongue interlocks with yours in lovingly embrace.

“You're beautiful too..” He said softly, pecking the back of your hand softly.

Breaking the kiss, Franklin rested his forehead against yours, his minty breath mingling with yours. "I love you," he murmured, his eyes locked with yours.

"I love you too, Franklin," you replied, your voice filled with equal devotion. "No matter what you have to tell me, we'll face it together."

Franklin took a deep breath, his grip on your thighs tightening slightly. "I didn't do so well on my exams," he confessed, his voice tinged with disappointment.

"I might not be able to keep my scholarship," he mentioned, his lips formed into a frown.

You listened attentively, your heart going out to him. "It's okay, Franklin. We'll figure it out."

If you choose to leave college with him, it seemed like a more favorable choice than remaining alone here, indicating that this was not something you needed. He held your thighs, skillfully tracing circles on your skin with his thumbs. Trying to calm himself down.

“I don't blame you for doing that, you owe all this money to this college and you leave…” you said softly, your subtle rasp creeping in. Trying to push away the sad thoughts.

Franklin adorned the subtle rasp in your voice, you didn't smoke or do anything else of the like, your voice was just like that. He loved hearing his name with that sexy rasp of yours.

“At this point, maybe this college shit wasn't for me.” he said, peppering kisses along your neck to relax.

“Hey, don't say that, you're smart, IQ is through the roof. College is shitty for me too, i’m gonna have to give money to this college too..” You said softly, sighing heavily.

“I want you to fuck me Frankie…” you whispered, your subtle raspy waltzing in his ears as you saw a wide grin etched on his beautiful face.

The both of you hadn't touched each other since your classes started for the second semester, it felt like an eternity and this felt right to do.

Your clothes were tossed across the floor with your eyes ablaze with lust, your tongue swiped across your lips once you saw his thick, long dick spring from his boxers.

“Aww, look at you. So big and hard for me..” you teased, pecking his tip earning a ‘fuck’ from your boyfriend.

Your tongue flicked on his glossy tip with your hand stroking him at a steady pace, you heard him groan and hiss in pleasure, your fingers rubbed between his balls in circles before you turned around with your plump ass was in front of his face.

Your heart thumped out of your chest once you took a long glance at his thick, long dick, “You're so big for me..” you whined softly, your fingers sliding between her wet folds, gradually pumping your fingers in and out. Watching his glossy precum and your spit trickled down his balls, making him shudder.

“I want to taste you..” he whispered, his fingers gripping the bedsheets from the erotic slurping sounds. “Do it..” you mumbled, swallowing his dick up.

“Fuck..Y/N.” Franklin groaned raspily, his eyes fixed on your glistening pussy with his hands gripping a portion of your asscheeks and bringing your pussy to his plump lips, his fingers parted your wet dark brown folds, slithering his tongue across them.

You moaned loudly as Franklin's tongue expertly explored your wetness, his lips latching onto your clit and sucking roughly. His fingers delved deep between your folds, curling and hitting all the right spots. “Oh yes! Deeper!” you cried out, The pleasure intensified with each stroke of his tongue and thrust of his fingers.

"Oh god, Frankie," you gasped, your hands gripping the sheets tightly. "Just like that, baby." you resumed sucking him off sloppily with you moaning around his dick, you tried to focus but he pinched your clit between his fingers, your wetness trickling down his plump lips, drinking up every drop of you.

He continued his assault on your pussy, his tongue flicking and swirling while his fingers pumped in and out of you. “I missed tastin’ you..” he moaned, The sensations were intense, and you could feel your orgasm building rapidly.

"Fuck, I'm close," you moaned, your hips grinding against his face. "Don't stop, please."

Franklin's grip on your ass tightened as he increased the speed of his fingers, “I won’t baby,” he moaned, his tongue working relentlessly on your clit. Your hand resumed to play with his balls and stroking his dick, spit and his thick wad of cum trickled down him, he lets out a moan. The pleasure surged through your body, and you could feel the coil in your stomach tightening.

Flicks of his tongue and a hard thrust of his fingers, you came undone. Your juices gushed on his plump lips with him quickly slurping up every drop, Waves of pleasure washed over you as you cried out his name, your body trembling his hands. He rubbed your smooth curves and kissed your asscheeks.

“Cum in my mouth Frankie..” you moaned, stroking his dick even faster, drawing out moans from him.

Franklin’s thick ropes of cum splattered onto your tastebuds and you swallowed every drop of him, he spanked your asscheeks and rubbed them together.

When you came down from your high, Franklin pulled away and kissed his way back up your body. You turned around and laid on your back, He hovered over you, his lips brushed against yours tenderly.

"You're amazing, baby girl," he whispered, his grin adorned his face.

You smiled up at him, your heart overflowing with love for this man. "I love you too, Frankie."

And with that, you pulled him down for a passionate kiss, your bodies pressed against each other in lingering heat and released passion. You missed his touch and words couldn't explain it at all.

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[megamindsecretlair]

Ok but imagine Franklin asking Uncle Jerome for sex advice because he's trying to impress this woman he's interested in. And Jerome tells him how to get her excited, how to touch her, how to make her cum, etc.

And later, Jerome can hear her moaning and the sound of the headboard hitting the wall and he's proud. 🤣

Got Me Daydreamin'

Pairing: Virgin!Franklin Saint x Virgin!Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Cursing, fluff, smut. PIV, oral (fem receiving), fingering (female receiving). College Franklin, established friendship. Drug use, alcohol use.

Summary: See Ask. Sharing the same math class, you and Franklin were constantly getting into trouble for laughing and talking so much. You developed a system, passing notes through your notebook. One day, you ask Franklin for a favor and he is only too happy to oblige.

Word Count: 5,831k

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A/N: WHEW. Been sitting on that one for a while trying to figure out where I wanted to go with it. This ended up being so damn sweet. I remember getting a bunch of asks for Franklin in like...one night, lmfaoooo. Might be from the same person, who knows. I love you for it. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, reblog, or unhinged ask.

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“Do I need to separate you two?” Mrs. Thorne asked. 

Franklin looked up from talking to you and smiled sweetly at the old crone. “No, ma’am,” he said. 

You smiled next to him, he could feel it from where he sat. Like rays from the sun warming up the whole classroom. It was a wonder that no one else could feel it. Sense it. You tend to make everything seem brighter, more colorful, or overall just better in general. 

Franklin was crushing bad. Which still caught his breath sometimes when he thought of it. At first, you were just another girl in his math class. Beautiful. But clearly way out of his league. 

The more you sat beside him, smelling like buttery cake, the more you warmed up and started talking to him. Laughing with him. Hell, you were so damn funny and quick. Your smile was fast, genuine, and you were smart as hell. But his favorite feature on you after your smile had to be your ass. 

And you didn’t make it any better wearing those shorts of yours. The shorts stopped mid thigh, but it drove him insane. Waking his dick up every time you entered the room. There were times when he was as hard as a brick and had to stall, looking for an excuse to remain sitting while everyone else got up.

“There’s plenty of time outside of class to talk. In my classroom, you pay attention. Understood?” Mrs. Thorne asked. She peered over her cat-style glasses, lips pursed in irritation.

“Won’t happen again, Mrs. Thorne,” you said, just as sweetly.

Mrs. Thorne hummed and turned back to the chalkboard, wielding it like a weapon as she stabbed at the board, writing out an equation. 

Franklin looked over to you and you had a mischievous grin on your face. You reached into your backpack, pulled out a clean notebook, and started writing in it. Franklin was too busy watching you, wondering what you were up to, to notice whatever the hell Mrs. Thorne was on about today.

After another minute, you slid the notebook over to him. He read your pretty handwriting, momentarily distracted by the slope of your letters. He reread the message and tried not to grin. 

You: This way is much better. Birdy won’t suspect a thing.

Franklin wrote out his own message back, sliding it to you when finished. 

Franklin: You are a genius.

And so it began. You and Franklin tossed this notebook back and forth in class for weeks. Telling jokes, talking about everything under the sun. Franklin looked forward to math class. Dreamt of it. Even while awake. He couldn’t get you out of his mind, uplifting his spirits and made doing his homework actually pleasant. Because he knew that your smart ass would look over it with that adorable smile on your face. The way your nose pinched when you found a well placed error.

He liked when you chided him, sucking your teeth, and telling him that you knew he could do better. For now, you hadn’t caught on that he just liked you explaining things to him. At this point, you were his favorite show, book, and place to be all rolled into one. 

During the next class, you sat beside him with a weird look on your face. You were biting your lip and refused to look at him. 

“What’s wrong?” Franklin asked, settling into his seat as well and pulling out his math textbook. Students filed into the room as well, talking about their weekend plans and exchanging pager numbers. 

You looked around at everyone and shook your head. “What are your plans for the weekend?” You asked and smiled.

He knew you had something on your mind and wished that he could sit and truly talk to you. He wasn’t sure if you’d accept an invite from him to go grab coffee or speak for longer than five minutes before class and a few minutes after. 

Franklin shrugged his shoulders. “Probably hang with Leon or Kevin, see what they up to,” Franklin said.

You nodded and smiled. Franklin waited for you to say what you really wanted to say. His heart rate increased, imagining what it could be. Were you going to ask him something important? Like meeting up outside of class? Were you going to suggest studying together? Did you catch him finally, onto his game of intentionally giving the wrong answer? Not knowing was killing him and he wanted to ask.

He also didn’t want to come off as too intense. He had a tendency to take everything seriously, like a dog with a bone that wouldn’t quit. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin this friendship that sprung up between the two of you. 

Class started, Franklin’s mind drifted as he paid attention to everything you did. The tap of your blue pen against your paper. The way you bit your nail. Fiddled with your gold hoop earrings. 

Midway through class, you slid the notebook you shared over to Franklin. You kept your eyes faced forward, odd for you. Franklin grabbed the notebook, opening it when the old bird turned to the chalkboard, chalk dust on the back of her sweater.

His eyes glazed over as he read your message but he did his best to keep his features calm. He rubbed the tips of his fingers however, leg itching to bounce. He needed an outward release, something to release the pent up anxiety in his veins. 

You: Have you ever had sex?

Shit. The hell was he supposed to say? Franklin was a virgin but men didn’t fess up to things like that. He told Kevin and Leon that he lost it back in high school, some random girl he met at the mall. They bought it, pumping his head up, and fessed up to their own hook ups. For sure, they all knew they were full of shit, but what else were they to do? 

Franklin swallowed around the huge lump in his throat. The pulsing beat of his heart in his neck as he wrote back to you.

Franklin: Of course, why?

He slid the notebook to you. You looked at his message for a second before you began writing. When done, Franklin took the notebook. 

You: I haven’t. Wanna hang Saturday and fix that? 

Franklin’s dick twitched. This couldn’t be real. Thank god he was sitting down, because that twitch was turning into a full blown erection, causing his jeans to stretch tight. He licked his lips, trying to think of anything boring. Nothing worked.

With that one sentence, you brought to the surface every filthy, nasty, disgusting thing he’d thought about doing to you. He’s had vivid fantasies of you bouncing on his dick, riding him, arching your back, and the way you’d look when he’d slide in. He’s thought about how you would sound, screaming his name. He’s fucked his hand often enough, picturing it sliding into you. He’s wanted your nails on his back, your toes curling because of him. 

Franklin: Can’t wait to show you a good time.

When you received the notebook and read his message, you sighed, finally turning those honeyed brown eyes towards him. You smiled wide, doing a little dance in your seat. Franklin tore off a piece of paper and wrote down Uncle Jerome’s house. No way was he bringing you to his mom’s house. The last thing he needed was his mom coming in, causing a ruckus, or making you feel uncomfortable.

There were too many emotions running through him. He was elated and scared and confused and excited. He needed to figure out what to do. He’d never done this before. He wanted your first time to be special and wonderful. Would you know if he was terrible?

Now, questions multiplied through his mind. Was his dick big enough? Would you like the way he stroked? How would he be able to tell if you came or not? Fuck. He was unsure, panicking, while you went on in the notebook, being extra adorable as you admitted you were nervous but confessed to liking him for some time. 

He was distracted, still not over the thought of getting to see you naked. Getting to see you beneath him. He wrote back that he liked you too, liked how smart and sweet you were. He’d never get over the way you smiled at him now. Letting your feelings play out all over your pretty face.

After class, his dick calmed down to not be an issue when he stood up. You patted his hand and smiled at him, promising that you couldn’t wait until Saturday came around. Shit, him neither.

For the next few days, Franklin did all the research he could. He had a few porn mags but what did that really tell him about fucking? He went to the porn store, looking for videos to research. He watched with the volume turned low in his dorm, watching what to do.

He bought a pack of condoms, practicing putting it on so that he wouldn’t seem like a loser in front of you. He’d never survive if you laughed at him for something like that. The thought of it sent him into a fit of hyperventilating. He needed more help. He needed an expert. 

Friday night rolled around and Franklin arrived at his uncle’s house. He walked up a few steps, the area quiet for once. There was still the background hood noises, cars passing, faint music, helicopters circling. But it was a still night. Franklin knocked on the screen door. 

There was the sound of heavy footsteps and then Jerome’s face came into view. “Nephew!” He exclaimed, a cloud of weed smoke erupting through the screen door. Franklin waved it and smiled.

“Hey, Unc,” he said.

Jerome opened the door wearing a white tank top and black sweatpants. His jheri curl was well intact, shaking with movement as Jerome opened the door. Franklin walked past, inside, where music played and there was an ashtray in the living room. The TV was on to something Franklin couldn’t see.

“Where’s Louie?” Franklin asked, turning around. 

Jerome waved his hand. “She down visiting her sister. Said she was getting tired of seeing my face,” Jerome laughed, like he was remembering a private joke. 

“Good. I got a favor to ask,” Franklin said. 

Jerome laughed, leaning over the couch to get rid of his ashes. “Sounds serious, nephew,” he said. He grabbed the ashtray and his beer from the table and waved Franklin into the dining room. The wood table was large, covered in scattered papers, mail, or random water bottles.

Jerome had the side wooden door open, letting in a subtle breeze through the screen door. Jerome sat down with his ashtray and beer, still chuckling.

“Sort of,” Franklin said. He rubbed his hands on his khaki colored jeans, palms slick with sweat. This was so damn embarrassing. However, he didn’t have any other choice. Who knew where his father was? And if he was around, he wouldn’t ask that mu’fucker a damn thing. 

Franklin sat down and blew air out of his mouth, looking down at the table like it held all of the answers. “I need your help, there’s this girl…”

Jerome laughed and smacked the table. “I know that’s right, nephew,” he said and chuckled, taking a deep hit from the joint. He blew out the smoke and the room grew cloudy. 

Franklin told his uncle all about you. How you two started talking, how you’ve bonded the past few weeks. How much he thought about you and wanted to make you his. Jerome’s grin grew wider the more Franklin spoke, his eyes getting big from all of the pride pouring out. 

When Franklin finished, he rubbed his head. “I done did everything I can think of. But what if it’s not enough?” Franklin asked. Before, he hadn’t thought it would be this serious for him. When he found a girl that he wanted to have sex with, he thought he’d warm up to the idea. That he’d have a girlfriend and went on a few dates first. That he’d get to make out, touching and feeling first before diving in. 

“If this her first time, you ain’t gotta worry about all that. She ain’t got shit to compare it to,” Jerome said and chuckled. 

“Unc,” Franklin started. 

Jerome smiled. “Alright. How much do you like this girl? Like…you want to keep her or this a one-time thing?” Jerome asked.

“What you mean?” Franklin asked.

“There’s a lot of ways to have sex, nephew. It all depends on what you wanna do with this girl. If you just lookin’ to get your dick wet, best not to blow her mind too much. You don’t want her blowing up your pager or callin’ yo momma house looking for you.” 

“That can happen?” Franklin asked. He didn’t think there was nuance to sex. He’s had sex education. At the end of the day, wasn’t it just dick in vagina until both sides climaxed? What else was there? 

Jerome nodded, taking another pull of his joint and following it up with a swig of beer. “I once had this girl addicted to my dick. Had her ass screaming outside my momma’s house, threatening to throw herself into traffic unless I came outside,” he said. He howled with laughter, staring off to the side as he presumably re-lived that memory. 

“What happened?” Franklin asked. He couldn’t imagine you doing something like that, no matter what he did during sex. Did sex really change people like that? 

“Cissy told her to do it,” Jerome said and laughed. At Franklin’s expression, Jerome continued laughing and began choking. He coughed and hacked, putting the joint into the ashtray. “The girl was never going to do it. She was just dramatic. Point is, you can have this girl calling you daddy while you tear it up, or you can show her a good time and let her know that you’re the best she’ll probably ever have.” 

There wasn’t even a question. “I want her to be mine,” he said. His voice never sounded more sure, more arrogant even. If this went well, he hoped that you’d want to continue doing it. To continue talking to him outside of class. To spend months, years with him. To call you by his last name. He wanted that more than he wanted anything else. 

Jerome nodded, picking up his joint. “Are you sure? ‘Cause once you have an attack plan, you can’t be mad at the results,” Jerome said.

Franklin nodded and folded his hands on the table. He looked Jerome in the eye. “Tell me,” he said. 

“Alright, now there’s this thing they have called the clit…” Jerome began. He broke it down. Telling Franklin exactly what he needed to do to have you believing that he was an expert. A professional. The type of loving that was going to make you look at him differently. 

Franklin craved that. Needed that. He took in Jerome’s wealth of knowledge like a sponge, treating it like the most important class he’d ever take. Jerome reiterated things he’d seen in porn, but he went more in depth about it. Telling Franklin why certain things were done and what effect they’d have on you. Franklin couldn’t believe his ears. It couldn’t be that simple, could it?

Afterward, Franklin thanked Jerome. “And about using your house…?” Franklin asked.

“I’ll get lost tomorrow, nephew. I got you. Clean the sheets when you done. I don’t need Louie thinkin’ it was me,” he said. 

“Thanks, Unc.” 

Franklin went back to his dorm with thoughts of you on his mind. He was tempted to relieve himself of the ache in his groin as he went to sleep. But he wanted to perform well for you. So he left himself alone and hoped he didn’t cream his pants at his latest wet dream.

Saturday rolled around and Franklin arrived at Jerome’s house too early. He made sure the place was clean and smelled nice, made sure the spare room was free of clothes and trash. He took a shower when he was done, and made sure his teeth were brushed. He couldn’t relax the whole day, checking and rechecking that everything was perfect for you.

Sharply at six, you knocked on the door. Franklin got the record playing working, sweet crooning filling the living room. He went to the door and opened it. 

He grinned at your sunshine yellow dress, ties at your shoulders in neat little bows. You smiled shyly at him, coming further inside. He closed and locked the door behind you. “You look beautiful,” he said.

You smiled and grabbed the hem, pulling it away from your thick thighs. “Is it weird I obsessed over what to wear?” You asked. 

“Only if it was weird for me too,” he said. 

You giggled and shook your head. “I don’t want you think I’m fast or anything,” you said.

Franklin shook his head, gesturing for you to take  seat. “I’ll never think that. If you don’t want to anymore, you don’t have to. We can watch TV or go grab some food,” he said.

“No! I want to! I…can’t think of anything else,” you said and smiled. You sat down on the couch and Franklin sat next to you, giving you a healthy amount of space in case you needed it. 

“Good,” Franklin said and smiled. He scooted closer and took your hand. “Tell me about your day.”

You laughed. “You don’t want to…?” You asked.

“Let’s get comfortable first,” he said. He stroked the back of your hand with his thumb. He heard the tiny gasp you made, which came back out in a cute sigh. Your shoulders dropped from your ears as you relaxed and began telling him about your day.

How you woke up too early, too sick to eat something. He loved how open you were about what you wanted. That you weren’t ashamed to share these things with him. He knew you were a blunt person, saying what you mean and meaning what you say. Still, it was so rare that people did so that his mind wandered, just enjoying the cadence of your voice. 

When you were finished, you were much more relaxed, talking and laughing with him. He moved from stroking your hand to stroking your exposed shoulder. The both of you sat further back on the couch, scooting closer the more you talked. 

Franklin’s face got closer to you, leaning in as you continued talking. Your eyes darted from his mouth to his eyes and he felt his heart lurch. It was working. He kinda liked seducing you. It allowed him to catalog every inch of you. Your reactions. He was able to tell that you were interested without even saying a word. 

He reached up with his hand, cupping your jaw and bringing your face closer to his. His dick throbbed in his jeans and nothing even happened yet. “I’m going to kiss you,” he said.

You gasped and then grinned, biting your lip. “Okay,” you giggled.

Franklin smiled but took his time, looking into your eyes for as long as he could before he closed them at the last second. He brushed his lips softly against yours, not fully kissing you yet. He waited for a beat, waited for that tiny inhale, before he pressed his lips more firmly. He kissed slowly at first, building up speed as you got into it. 

His breaths mingled with yours, your breath fanning across his face, and you gripped onto his shirt, pulling him closer. He went willingly, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. He held you in place and focused only on kissing you. Making out with you. You still smelled like buttery cake fresh out of the oven. He was obsessed. 

He pulled back to give you some air. You gasped, chest falling up and down. Franklin kissed your cheek, jaw, and neck, getting closer to the source of the smell. Was it perfume or lotion? Or body wash? Whatever it was, he wanted to buy you a crate of it. He never wanted to smell anything else on you.

He licked over your vein and you gasped, fist tightening against his shirt. He brought his hands down, grabbing and squeezing your thighs. You moaned, sweet music to his ears, and he squeezed some more. 

“Want to go lay down?” He asked.

You nodded, staring into his eyes. Jerome was right, you would look at him differently. He wondered if you’d look at him in a new way once he got going, once the clothes came off. He stood up, holding out his hand to you. You smiled, took his hand, and let him pull you up.

He walked around the couch, heading into the small hallway and then into the spare bedroom. He kept it open a crack so that you could hear the music still chiming from the living room. 

You sat down on his bed and he sat beside you, returning to kissing you. He placed his hand to your throat, turning your head to the side so that he could go back to smelling your scent and licking your neck. He knew better than to leave a hickey, but fuck, he wanted to. He wanted to mark you. He wanted you to be his already.

“Take off this dress for me,” he whispered against your neck. 

You sighed, reaching behind you to grab the zipper. He watched as you did so, impressed with how easily you did so in this position. You stood up and let the dress fall from your shoulders. You didn’t wear a bra underneath, but you did have on cute yellow panties to match your dress. 

Franklin hummed in satisfaction and grinned at you. “So fuckin’ beautiful,” he remarked.

You rolled your eyes and bit your lip. “Really?” You asked.

Franklin grabbed both of your hands and pulled you to stand between his legs. “I swear. You’re gorgeous,” he said.

He stood up and turned you around so that your back legs hit the bed and he faced forward. He took a condom out of his pocket, tossing it onto the bed. He removed his shirt and his jeans, smirking at you and your reaction as you stared down his body. He stepped out of his jeans, leaving his boxers on and then stepped forward.

“Lay down on your back.” You blinked at him once and then grinned, climbing onto the bed. Watching your ass shake and jiggle as you faced away from him was too much. Too tempting. His dick throbbed painfully, a tent forming in his boxers. He sang something mundane in his mind, anything to stave off the need to cant his hips, humping the air. 

You flipped over onto your back, settling down and looking at him. He grinned and knelt on the bed, pushing and adjusting you until he had you where he wanted. He grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and placed it under your head. He grabbed the second pillow and placed it under your hips. You sighed as the pressure was taken off of your back. 

He grabbed your panties, pulling them off of your hips. He cooed as he got a little look at your pussy. You had hair and he could see it glisten in the low lighting. He licked his lips. Fuck, you smelled even better down here. A scent wholly unique to you. 

“Open them legs up,” he said.

You stared at him questioningly as you followed his command. “What are you…?” You asked.

Franklin grinned as he leaned forward onto his elbows. He watched the emotions play out on your face, the adorable pout in your lips, as you stared at him in confusion. He leaned between your legs and softly blew air across your exposed pussy.

You sighed, moving your hips. Franklin grinned. He teased your slit with his nose, trying to commit all of this to memory. If this was to be his last time between your legs, he wanted the memory to sustain him for years. 

He grabbed your thighs and held them open, as he rolled his tongue out and licked up your slit. “Oh shit!” You yelled. 

He chuckled, not expecting you to have a filthy mouth. He only found it more wonderful that he got to experience new things with you. Find new things you did every single day. He knew he sounded like a love-sick fool, but you were already so important to him. 

Franklin did the same thing to your pussy that he did while making out. He started slowly at first, trying to locate your clit like he truly was an expert. When you twitched and cursed, that’s when he knew he found the right spot. He swirled his tongue in circles, sucking on your clit and eliciting so many sounds from you. 

You clutched onto his head, pulling him closer while also trying to push him away. He was relentless, not giving you any slack to escape. He kept your thighs trapped, no matter how hard you pushed to trap his head between your thighs.

You grew wetter, juices spilling down his chin. He lapped all of it up. He couldn’t get enough of the way you tasted. He licked and licked, suckled, and slurped up your juices. Your moans were turning choppy. 

The tone of your moans changed, went into a panic mode. “Wait, I don’t think–what is–oh fuck, right there, right there. Don’t stop,” you screamed before you tensed up, thighs pushing against his hands.

You screamed loud, hips bucking, as you came on his tongue. He was wrong. This. This was his favorite. Tasting you as you came. Feeling your clit throb against his tongue. He’d happily drown between your legs. If he could eat you out every day he would. He would pay for the privilege to sit between your thighs and bring you pleasure over and over again. 

Franklin came up for air long enough to see your dazed face as you looked up to the ceiling. He chuckled as he returned to your pussy. You groaned and pushed at his head, but he continued. He moved his hand from your thigh to your pussy, getting his fingers instantly soaked in your essence. 

He pushed one finger inside and you bucked against him. “Oh, baby, gentle? Please. I know, I know you’re a pro but please,” you moaned. 

Franklin smiled, flicking his tongue against your clit. He moved his whole head, moaning into your pussy. His dick was about to explode in his shorts, he ground into the bed. He needed friction in the worst way. But he was determined to hold out. Determined for you to cum at least one more time. 

“I got you, baby,” he moaned. 

He pushed his finger in and out, mimicking fucking you. Your inner walls began to relax, allowing his finger to keep pumping. He eased a second finger in. You groaned, low and deep, as your hands fisted the blue sheets beneath you. 

He could study your reactions for the rest of his life and never get enough. You were so expressive. So pliant beneath his fingers. Shit, if sex was like this, he understood his Uncle’s stories now. He understood now why he and Louie sometimes looked at each other like they wanted to go at it right there, regardless of who was around. 

“Oh shit, oh shit. This–ah, so, s’good,” you cried out. Franklin smiled, pleased with himself. Though if you didn’t cum soon, he was worried that he might. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you. 

Franklin tried to remember all of the tricks Jerome told him about. Tried to remember that there was something else he could do besides suck on your clit. What was it? 

Your pussy clenched around his fingers and then it came to him. He flipped his wrist, curling his fingers in a come hither motion. You exploded once more on his tongue, juices spilling out of you and coated his chin. He moaned, lost in the taste of you. The way your thigh shook against his head. He ground into the bed again, moaning into your pussy.

When you came down, Franklin pulled away from you. There was a long spit chain connecting you two. You had trouble looking at him. But fuck. You were so beautiful like this. Heaving heavy sighs and moans, twitching every so often like you were cooked. He wished he had a polaroid camera so he could capture you like this. 

Franklin kissed up your body, taking time to lick on your nipples. You squirmed under him, tiny moans escaping your lips. He looked up to see the tortured bliss on your face. Your lips parted, moaning getting a little louder. 

Franklin licked up your essence that transferred from his chin to your nipple. “Still with me?” He asked.

Two tiny dips of your chin. “Oh god, that was…” 

Franklin chuckled. He climbed up your body, lining himself up between your legs. You groaned when he spread your legs wider. Groaned again when he pushed his knees up, so that your legs hung on the outside of his thighs. 

“I ain’t done with you yet,” he growled in your ear.

“Shit,” you moaned. You chuckled, panting for breath, and then looked back at him. “Damn.”

Franklin smiled, leaning down to kiss you. He couldn’t resist how cute you were. He leaned up on his knees, hunted through the sheets to locate the condom he tossed. He opened the package, pushed down his boxers, and rolled it on exactly as he saw in the videos he watched. 

He looked at you, at how wide you looked at his dick. He smiled. “I’ll fit, don’t worry,” he said.

“You can’t read my mind!” You said and giggled. He chuckled, settling back between your thighs. 

“We’ll go slow, okay?” He asked.

You nodded, bringing your hands to rub at his shoulders. He leaned on his hands, bringing one to his dick so that he could push into you.

He closed his eyes and breathed through his nose. Fuck. Just the tip and he wanted to slam home. He would never do anything to hurt you though, so he took his time. You squeezed his arm, nails digging in, as he slid in inch by solid inch. 

He watched your face. Your mouth tightened in pain, but your eyes were staring up at the ceiling. You had an adorable crease in your forehead as you concentrated. Once he couldn’t move anymore, he stopped so that you could adjust to his size. You squeezed his dick periodically, melting against the feeling of him being inside.

“Okay?” He asked.

You nodded and licked your lips. “I’m okay. Kinda hurts but you can keep going,” you said.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

You nodded. “I’m sure.” You smiled at him and brought your lips to his, giving him a smacking kiss. He smiled and continued to kiss you, pulling out and then slowly sliding back in. He repeated this as many times as you needed, before you were crying for him to go faster.

He pushed his hips faster, pushing in and out of you and listening to your cries. Your moans. He paid attention to when you dug your nails in and when you let go. When you dug your nails in, he kept hitting that same spot.

Your eyes flew open, staring at him like he stole something from you. You rocked with the force of his hips.

“Franklin! Franklin!” You moaned.

Shit. Could he make you cum once more before he shot his load? He wanted to cum so badly. His balls were heavy and slapped against your entrance. The wet smack of your pussy was driving him insane. His dick throbbed as you squeezed around him, teeth chattering from all the moaning you were doing. 

“Don’t stop Ohhh, baby, don’t stop!” You yelled out.

Little did either of you know, Jerome had to swoop by the house for something. He wasn’t sure if you or Franklin were done or not, but hell, it was his goddamn house. He crept inside though, feeling like an asshole for sneaking around his own spot.

Once inside, he figured there was no use for sneaking. Between his nasty record playing, the headboard banging, and your moaning, Franklin was a good student. Jerome retrieved his extra stash of cash in his room, listening to the way you were moaning out Franklin’s name.

Pride made Jerome puff his chest out, shaking with silent laughter. “Get it nephew,” he chuckled as he left the house and hopped back in the car.

You and Franklin were none the wiser as you yelled in Franklin’s face, eyes wide, and body twitching beneath him. No longer able to play it cool, Franklin came with a vengeance. Sweet relief hit him as he came, as his cum shot out of him and into the condom. 

He moaned, collapsing against your neck. That buttery cake smell teased his nostrils and he breathed it in deeply. Your skin was damp with sweat and still, he kissed your neck before sliding out of you.

He was sensitive from cumming, back bowing as he slid all the way out. He squeezed the condom as he took it off, a neat drop of cum inside. He tied it off, throwing it into the nearest trash can. 

He snuggled back onto the bed with you, kissing your arm and then your cheek. You yawned and turned to him. “Fuck! Franklin! Damn!” You said comically, making him snort with laughter. 

“Was it okay for you?” He asked. He still needed that little bit of validation. He needed to hear you say that you enjoyed it, that he interpreted all of your signs correctly. 

“Okay? Franklin, that was intense and weird and fuck, I feel amazing! I,” you said and then bit your lip. You got to your elbows and looked quickly at him. “I want to do it again.”

Franklin chuckled. “I do too. But gon’ need a minute,” he said while he caught his breath. Maybe he needed thirty minutes. He was spent and didn’t know how he was going to recover so soon. To give you more. But damn if he didn’t want to try.

He pulled you closer to him, aligning your head into the crook of his arm. “You know I got you girl,” he said and smiled at the ceiling. He’d try to give you anything you asked for. Whether it be another orgasm, food, the moon, or a pencil. He’d give you anything in the world so long as he got to call you his. 

Always more Franklin to love! The Secret Franklin Saint Files

[hihellogoodbyebruh]

WIP THURSDAY

Hi hi! I've never done one of these before, but I'm trying to be back in my writer bag so I wanted to just let everyone know what I have in the queue. Full disclosure, I did have a death in the family last week so I haven't written at all lately, BUT I do have a couple almost finished fics that I wanted to let ya'll know to be on the lookout for and I can know what you're most excited for.

Plus, I owe y'all a sneak peek too right? :)

Untitled - Tony Stark x Past Black!OC (Melanie Houghton), Tony x Black!Daughter (Nia)

Tony's daughter gets in trouble at school. Fluff piece mostly. warnings: microagressions/racism in school

Seduce - Angel Reyes x Black!Reader

Just a smutty drabble based on the Russ song of the same name. warnings: choking kink

Fall Slowly - Kane Hamilton x Black!Reader

Kane and Reader in a toxic ass relationship. Drabble based on the Joyner Lucas song of the same name. warnings: domestic violence

What's it Gonna Be? - Franklin Saint x Black!Plus Size Reader (nicknamed 'Cookie')

AU-Season 3, A tale as old as time. Girl likes boy. Other girl also likes boy. Boy likes one girl more than the other. Which girl is which? warnings: fatphobia, childhood bullying, canon violence (none of these are featured in the sneak peek)

Below the break is the aforementioned sneak peek. Thanks as always for the support. xo

Franklin just watched as you tried blowing the piece of hair out of your eyesight. He traced your forehead, down your nose, your juicy lips, and chin with his eyes. He could stare at you all day.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

You squinted at him, trying to gauge where he was coming from. “Don’t play with me, Frankie.”

“I’m not playing. You do know that, right?”

His eyes stayed on you and you tried maintaining eye contact as well but you soon felt overwhelmed so you looked away at the people skating.

Franklin wouldn’t let you hide so he gripped your chin to bring your attention back to him. “Right?”

You bit your lip before replying, “Of course I know that. Why are you saying it?”

“Cause I don’t think I’ve ever told you, and it needed to be said.” He answered, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

To him, it was.

Once again, he left you speechless. Your head tilted to the side as you studied him suspiciously “Well thanks, I think.”

“You think?” His eyebrow rose. Now he was the one confused by what you said.

You pursed your lips for a second before broaching the subject. “How’s Mel?”

“She’s aight I guess.” He shrugged, breaking eye contact with you and looking off to the side. His body language completely changed. “She’s leaving soon.”

“Hm. Pity.” You deadpanned, smacking his hand down so he wasn’t touching your face anymore.

“Cookie-” Franklin began but you cut him off.

“Save it.” You stood up to walk away when you were stopped by a warm hand on your stomach.

“Wait a second…” Franklin insisted, standing up the same moment you did. His fingers flexed on your stomach to keep you in place.

You both stood there quietly for a moment before your eyes went from his hand to his face. Your heads were close together with an inch of space between them. You wanted to kiss him. Declare your love for him. But all you could do was stare.

“Franklin?” A voice called out and you looked over his shoulder to see Mel standing there with skates in her hands. “I’m on my break.”

You smirked at Franklin and nodded your head towards Mel. “There go yo lil friend.” You raised an eyebrow at him challengingly.

[wide-nose-and-wonderful]

SNOWFALL SEASON 4 Franklin.

Pairing: Franklin Saint x Black Fem OC!

Warnings/Type: Established Relationship. Reader Request follow up to Brother Ain't Havin' It. ONE SHOT!

Summary: Pleasure would take a back seat, that and personal desires. Maybe in another life he could chase them. But it wasn't another life. Survival now depended upon caution and precision. Taking three bullets to the body gives a lot of time for reflection. In the midst of his recovery, Franklin Saint thinks back on his actions, and what it would mean going forward in the new world he created. 

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Claudia had been on his radar ever since Louie’s omissions of their past. For the most part she’d presented herself as a respectable business woman, aside from the few times she made those subtle advances. That hadn’t been the first time older women had taken an interest in him. Still, there was so much he did not know about the woman, and maybe things that Louie wasn’t ready to reveal could have aided him. Nonetheless, Clauida was all he could think about as the next kick to his side damn near took his breath away. 

Had it all been a set up orchestrated by her? Some way or other to take control and gain the upper hand? To what end though? She already had the dope. 

Pain. The epitome of clinging to life. Or, that’s how Franklin Saint chose to categorize it. At least in the moment under the dim lamp overhead that illuminated his orchestrated beating, he felt that way. Maybe the truth was a different matter entirely, but Franklin had his fair share of pains the past few months, both mentally and physically, which presented itself in different choices and decisions he’d found himself making. Some external, but most in the private caverns of his own brain. He was being tested for better or worse. Funny how the mind could run rampant with scenarios and destinations. He knew that this certain path would be his only chance at a different kind of life. Otherwise, he’d be working at Cho’s corner store forever, under someone else, taking orders. It didn’t matter how comfortable he’d gotten, or how good he may have had it there doing basically whatever he wanted as long as the work got done, that sort of life wasn’t too far from a slave’s. Or how Leon once put it, a house nigga. 

Franklin imagined such a life as the most grusome type of torture fathomable, with no possible means of escape. Chains you couldn’t see. 

Franklin wanted more for himself. He thought about his mother Cissy, how every day must have felt for her to keep going. Still, he should have seen this coming. He’d gotten too comfortable, picking up the key of cocaine the way he had. Like he’d held some type of protection. Those eyes were on him. The one guy, a little taller than the other one that was with him, hadn't even tried to pretend to stare in a nonchalant way. Bold. Since he’d been the same guy to place the gun, finger on the trigger so intimately that one wrong move could mean the end of things. Or, Franklin sighed, at least for his eye. He may very well survive it.  

But, there was a moment looking down that barrel Franklin reconsidered if all this was really what he wanted wholeheartedly and sincerely. Deep down he held a strong feeling that guns getting pointed at him would become a recurring thing. Call it luck, Avi hadn’t shot him the day he told him to put on the vest to prove himself to the game. He had heart and gut to grit through it although he was scared shitless. But that time was different from now. After all, this had been the first time he’d actually looked death in the face, close up. Definitely way too close for comfort. He’d learned early on that the drug game wasn’t kind to naivety, and soon discovered with the first punch delivered as he fell from his bike and hit the ground, he had a lot of catching up to do. After this little encounter, no one could be above suspicion in Franklin's mind.  

That had been his weakness. Not looking over his shoulder at all times. 

He should have known that something was coming. He’d failed to pay attention to the little details. The looks and glances. The fact that he’d come alone. Claudia Crane's unwillingness to speak freely without code and contention spoke volumes on her knowledge of the do’s and don’ts, but he did not heed the example. Due to the cunning nature Franklin had detected in her, the banter that took place kept the femme interested. That was what he needed, her interest. Her interest in him was what kept him around. Her entertaining the idea of doing business meant he had time to grow his own with strategy. He hadn’t even known that he was making a name for himself, so early. 

When Franklin made the decision to choose the path presented before him with the promise of freedom and financial security, he never expected the shift to turn his life completely upside down as quickly as it had. Enemies had grown substantially, and his outer nerd-like facade no longer made him inconspicuous to suspicion. That tall lanky kid with the backpack. It was like the role flipped. Now he stood out like a sore thumb. Someone no one really paid attention to had become a curious affair. Really, what would he be doing in a club talking to someone with Claudia’s reputation. He should have expected more eyes than those belonging to the taller and shorter males that had robbed him. 

Sometimes late at night when he could be alone with his own secret thoughts, he would contemplate on a different path. One less violent. He figured doubting was natural in the growing process. The things he’d done plagued his conscience like an aching wound. But then, he would think of Cissy, always. 

His mother looked so beat down by the everyday pressures of life that he felt it his duty to repay her for all the hard work it took to raise him. Cissy couldn’t take all the credit. Jerome had every bit of influence where Alton’s absence was heavily felt. But still. Although Franklin hardly ever agreed one hundred percent on how Jerome chose to live, he never outright judged any decisions made by him or Louie. His preferences alone kept it all from rubbing off on him personally. That was their life. He undoubtedly had his own to worry about. The only time their two lifestyles intersected was when Franklin had begun selling weed for some extra cash. But selling weed and cocaine were two very different things. 

What was next for the prep school bound kid from South Central? 

The question came up several times after the blowout at Claremont Mckenna. A brief intermission did not mean that no return was ever possible, at least according to Cissy. Franklin had concluded otherwise. She wasn’t there for the experience. Didn’t know how it felt to be undermined and made to feel like nothing under the guise of white folk who couldn’t give a damn anyway. Or, maybe she did. Her boss was an outright piece of shit. In the end, Franklin made up his mind that he would never step foot on the campus again, but he regarded her sentiment as something that all mothers carried when it came to their children. She only wanted the best for him, something more than she had. So, this had to work. 

Franklin marveled at how he could lay on the cold bum piss infested ground in the alley thinking about everything as he held his stomach that might fold with the shortest push for breath. They could have killed him, and that thought was paralyzing. Why hadn’t they? Perhaps his outer appearance had given the impression that he wasn’t as threatening as the typical drug dealer. Maybe they thought killing him was too much trouble? Or, it could be that someone was looking out for him up there in the sky somewhere. A much simpler resolution. According to the other guy, he wasn’t worth the bullet. He knew deep down the two men were Lenny and Ray Ray. Two names that would cause him more strife then he needed later on, but this time he couldn't make out faces to go with each. All that remained of them both were black holes. Empty. Franklin wouldn’t argue that much. Pretty soon, they'd left him cradling his sides and bent in the fetal position. So be it. The last thing he wanted was for his mama to get that call that would take her from an already troubled sleep. He would realize much later, that wouldn't be something he could avoid. Only, it wasn't her waking up in the middle of the night, but running to their next door neighbors house to find him in a pool of his own blood, although he still couldn't get the look she held when he'd been picked up by police and thrown in the back of one of those hellish cars with the red winding lights after he shot Kevin. 

Getting beat within an inch of one’s life wasn’t exactly merciful, but he survived it. Or maybe it hadn't been that literal, just that it felt like he was dying, if that was what death felt like in some capacity. But he knew to his better judgment that he was walking back in his memories in a dream. None of which was pleasant, but at the same time not in the present either. 

All these things had already happened. 

The thought alone made him pick himself up with all the strength he could muster. Maybe, he thought, if he could continue, he could wake up. 

A stumble to the feet brought on a wave of nausea that rushed over him with a sudden urgency. He neared stairs in a wobble and with a stroke of breath he’d leaned over to discard blood, garnered up saliva that had gotten stuck in his throat, and something he’d eaten earlier. Once he became empty, he outstretched a hand to latch onto the mental railing of the stairs that would lead him back into a door, the same way he’d remembered walking out. The first time he’d had every intention of being discreet when leaving, but they’d calculated his moves. 

The ascent became complicated after the fourth step and he had to stop a couple times before he managed himself to make it to that particular door that he pulled open and maneuvered himself through. 

His vision spined and leveled up and down in and out as the lights presented a difficulty in locating Claudia, until he noticed her mingling with a few patriots. This was odd too, because Claudia had since long been dead. That was Louie's story to tell. Either way, she'd gotten what she was after. Claudia's club. 

“Yo’ young blood. They fuck up yo shit already?” 

He grinned. He remembered her saying that. 

“Saw you talkin' to um.” He answered back to play along. 

“You be real careful bout’ what you say.” 

“Be real easy settin’ me up.” 

She hadn't, and he knew that now. 

“You a smooth talker, but you don't know shit about business. You porch customers you gonna get blow back. I imagine your connect aint gon be to happy but uh, question is what you willing to do about it?” 

“Who are they?”

“And why the fuck would I tell you that?” 

Anger rose up in his belly. That same anger he had when he bought Cissy the house only for her to deny it, or the time Leon, Kevin and Jerome thought it was a good idea to wage a war with the Mexicans, even the same anger when Melody told him to stop, that he and his family were provoking the police, right after Jerome's heinous beating and his return from the hospital. Every time he saw Alton stumbling down the streets in a drunken stupor. 

The anger rested, but even in a dream he managed to keep it from reaching his features, although his eyes pleaded for answers, the same way they had back then. 

“Cause I'm askin’ you. Nicely.”

Claudia's expression eased, either from pity or the fact that he was young. He still didn't care for the reason. 

“I tell you who they are. Next time I'm buying from you, you be real nice to me you feel me.”

“Uh huh.”

“Melody and Wanda. Ask around. You'll find them. Happy hunting baby.” 

Something changed. Those were of course the wrong names. The dream shifted. Franklin no longer found himself in Claudia's club, but the skate rink he used to frequent. With all that had happened, he couldn't recall the last time he'd been there to enjoy himself. 

The rink had always been a beautiful mess of color, with disco balls twinkling overhead and the smooth rhythm of roller skates gliding over the wooden floor with that familiar thick scent of popcorn locked onto laughter that echoed against the walls. It seemed all the black youth in South Central were on wheels every Friday night to display moves that were a mixture of practiced choreography and spontaneous improvisation. That had been the way it always was, but that was not the view he currently held. 

The glassy surface of the rink, surrounded by crumbling brick walls adorned with wild vines, glistened like a diamond among ruins now mostly shattered. Beneath the cracked roof, reflections danced under flickering lights. The outer parts of the rink were dark. Franklin thought about the blacked out faces of Lenny and RayRay. How similar that same bleakness appeared. A memory but not a memory. Almost like a future thing. The silence had to be the worst of it. No longer did the music bump against the walls as a tantalizing enchantress. In fact, what he heard now was Leon's voice in a terrifying repetition. 

‘Keep Wanda out the cook house.’

The phrase could become its own shadow. Pretty soon it took shape and the Wanda that was flesh and blood skated past him with wild hair and big eyes, a small clear pipe edged between her two large and cracked lips that bled some. The hairs on the back of his neck stood. If he’d seen Wanda, then he was sure he would see…

“Killed my daddy.” 

It was Melody’s voice that came out next. He searched for her through the darkness, and no sooner did she walk from it, the same wild hair as Wanda right along with the big eyes, and dry cracking lips greeted him. 

Only on Melody, were the eyes angry. 

“How you feel now Franklin. I killed you.”

“No you didn’t. I'm not dead Mel.” 

A smirk emerged to expose her yellow teeth. “You sure about that. I shot you three good times just to make sure.” 

Someone else came from the darkness. Dried blood caked at the side of the man's face, one eye rolled back but the other neared toward franklin. The man walked to stand beside Melody. 

“Aundre,” Franklin breathed out.

“Here sweetheart. Let me show you how it's done.” 

Aundre, or the one dead, raised his hand. A pistol in it. One that Franklin couldn’t figure out how and where it had gotten into the former officer’s possession, but nonetheless aimed in his direction. His nostrils flared. 

“Stop acting like this shit is my fault. I gave you an out. You should have taken it!” He yelled this, his voice strong, filled with defiance. The words hung, heavy with their meaning. 

“How ya’ feeling, Saint?” 

Yet another voice called behind. Startled, Franklin turned to find a familiar face rushing to catch up to the present. A frantic reminder of the urgency of the moment.

“Kev,” he replied, heart racing. He suddenly felt the weight of his decisions standing in the form of his dead friend. 

“Miss you man. Seems like it's been a long time since we last talked,” Kevin said, his expression both serious and empathetic. “I thought you were gonna join me? What happened? You get cold feet or something? Lotta company over on this side.” 

Franklin swallowed hard. “Nah man. I don't. I didn't wanna die.” 

Kevin sighed. “Yeah. I get that Saint. I do. Because Neither did I.” 

Anguish surged through him. “So what. You gonna haunt my dreams forever now? Don't put all this on me. You were gonna get us all killed Kev. You wanted to start a whole war, and for what, ego, pride and all that shit. Nah, I couldn't let that happen!” He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks, the anger pouring out of his mouth, a culmination of all the confusion and guilt feeling inside. Franklin stepped away, retreating deeper into the darkness. 

“Okay Saint. What you say we call a truce. You come with us. Make things even,” Kevin countered gently.

Those words washed over. For a moment, silence enveloped. The world moved forward as he stood frozen, faced with the harsh reality of his future. Time slowed as Franklin considered his choices, the weight of his past pressing firmly upon him. He had a chance to rebuild his life, but it felt like stepping into the abyss. With every moment he spent in limbo, he was losing himself even more. 

“I didn’t want to die,” he whispered, the realization dawning on him. “Not then, not now. Besides, I can't leave it the way it is. I need to wake up. Go back. Make shit right.” 

With a deep, fortifying breath, Franklin squared his shoulders. For the first time, it felt less like a surrender and more like a declaration. He turned from the three of them and began to run, his feet pounding against hard iron. Cold seeped through the thin blue shirt he now wore brought on by another shift in the dream, but the chill was nothing compared to the terror coursing through him. The scene had changed once again. This time it was the rusted bars of a prison cell that closed in on him. Shadows flickered at the periphery of his vision, teasing his mind, hitting at things best left unseen. Each glance over his shoulder felt like an invitation for the darkness to catch him. The bars prevented him from going left or right. The only way was forward. The path twisted and turned, wrapped by nightmares that clawed at his sanity. Memories flashed before him. Faces and voices of the people he loved, distorted and twisted. His mother’s laughter became a screech, his uncle's smile morphed into a haunting grin. They urged him to come closer, but Franklin knew better than to succumb to their lure. Instead he pushed on, driven by a primal instinct to escape whatever lurked behind him. Melody and Andre? Kevin? Or something worse. 

His breath grew ragged, the pounding of his heart echoing in his ears. Was it just his imagination? A trick of the mind? Or something really following him? He could hear it now, a low growl, steadily gaining ground. Panic bubbled to the surface, his brain racing with the thoughts of what might be chasing him. With newfound determination, he surged, pushing himself harder than he ever thought possible. The growl transformed into a guttural roar, echoing through the air. The siren call of light faded into muffled screams, blending with the cacophony that began to assault his ears. The nightmare spun out of control. His hands were clammy, perspiration dripped from his brow, and all he could hear was that monstrous sound drawing out everything else. 

At the edge of his vision, the light shifted, revealing a figure wrapped in shadows. It hunched low, its shared teeth glinting as it turned its gaze toward him. At that moment Franklin realized that what had been chasing him was none other than himself. He wanted to scream, but the sound lodged in his throat. In that instant, time slowed. The world around him melted away, and all that mattered was the desperate need to escape. Franklin summoned every ounce of strength he had left and bolted, driven by the primal urge to survive.

With each step, the floor creaked ominous beneath his feet. Or Franklin thought they had been his feet. His breath hitched when he peered downward. Limbs twisted, joints swollen and out of alignment. The grotesque sight reminded him of old horror movies, when bodies defined the laws of nature and horror lurked in every corner. He’d often enjoyed horror films. Just not his own. With newfound adrenaline, he fought against the pain, urging his body to move. But as he pushed himself down the hallway, his legs crumbled beneath his weight, snapping like brittle twigs. Each step resulted in another fracture. Panic clawed its way up his chest as he desperately crawled, dragging his broken limbs behind him. Just as he reached the next door, his resolve faltered as the sounds of gunfire filled in behind. The scene changed again and the image of a graveyard filled his view. Melody, Kevin and Aundre remained but they were not alone. There came a gathering of people, almost zombie like, matching both Wanda and Melody in appearance. Mouths hung, and arms outstretched, hungry begging to be satisfied and fed. Wanda came around again and laughed, “Give us some of that good ol roc Franklin,” she said. Suddenly, the ground beneath his feet gave way, and he found himself tumbling. The walls of earth and stone rushing past. The world above became a small dot of light until it disappeared completely.

Franklin jolted awake, heart pounding. A frantic rapid beat that wouldn’t slow. The remnants of his nightmare clung as shadows, vivid and relentless. He sat up gasping for breath. The familiar surroundings of his room blurred for a moment, suffocating. 

The quiet hung like an oppressive weight and an overwhelming sense of dread crept into his bones. Could this be the plane of reality? Or just another spiral into a different part of his nightmare? 

Hot. He felt very hot, although the window near his bed sat open and he lay shirtless. He reached down to touch his legs to make sure they were still both attached to his torso. They were. He breathed out, relieved. 

Franklin wiped the perspiration from his forehead. A futile action, since it showed up all over. A faint indent where he’d positioned himself lingered beneath with his sweat woven into the fabric of the sheets. The hallway outside his door shadowed. The scent of antiseptic stayed heavy. He hated the smell, but the wounds needed constant cleaning to heal. Once his entire body plunged in a serving agony of soreness brought on by the three new holes in the different areas of his aching flesh once he moved, he decided to lay deadly still.

He’d been lucky. Every bullet was extracted, and none had broken. Pain, again, his saving grace while remaining his greatest of torments. He sprang free from the horrible hallucination he’d been locked into like the fingers of a clock frozen in place that catapulted forward into remission. A prison that his mind condemned him to. 

The ringing in his ears subsided little by little, only to be replaced by a knocking coming from the living room. 

Someone at the door. 

He waited, and it continued. Cissy had left. He remembered her saying something about going out. Oh yeah, to a movie with Alton, he told himself. She’d been hesitant at first, scared to leave him, but he’d assured her of only sleep. Now, he became afraid to close his eyes. 

He regarded the dresser closest to the bed. The orange-colored bottle that sat just at its edge, with the label that held his full name across it. Way past the hours of instruction, he noticed the clock. The knocks from the living room battled for his attention.

A short wave of dizziness clung when he got up. He fought through it, passed the bottle, and the cane Alton purchased for him. The object reminded him of a serpent ready to bite.

He held on to anything, leaning weight on walls long and wide. One foot at a time, he planned to put an end to the knocking. 

He made it, annoyed, damn near in tears, and sweating more than in the nightmare, and pulled the door open just enough to peer out with its familiar squeak echoing in the stillness. 

“Beanz…” 

He hadn’t seen her since the day of Audre’s funeral. The Day Melody shot him and left him for dead. Cissy’s doing, no doubt. He remembered after waking up, for a long time, only she sat beside the hospital bed. No Jerome, Louie or Leon to visit. 

The drifting in and out of consequences in her arms while she screamed, waiting for medics with the possible complications of an induced coma, had terrified her. Keeping everyone else away. Irrational behavior maybe, but he could have died that day, and death was never an easy thing to stare in the face. No nightmare would compare to the horror of the real thing. 

What last thoughts did Aundre Wright have? Did he regret not taking Melody and starting a brand new life somewhere else? 

Franklin damn sure remembered his last thoughts when the final bullet shot through his back. 

Please. Not yet. I’m not ready. I need more time. 

Eyes stayed locked until uneasiness made it uncomfortable that one of them had to say something. 

“My mama wanted me to bring this. For Alton and Cissy. They home?” 

Tone’s matched. Shock mingled with hesitancy and excretion. One that soothed against mental turmoil. He lowered his gaze to her grip on the red pot, nodded, and with a clench of the jaw, bit back anguish. 

“Went to a movie or sumthin’. You can leave it for her. She’ll get it later.” 

When she made her way inside, her passion twist sung. She wore an off the shoulder sweater paired with high-waisted acid-wash denim jeans. High tops in a bold pattern that complimented her sweater because of the speckles of teal throughout. Dramatic eyeliner, and two chunky gold bracelets on her left wrist. She smelled amazing. The perfume from the amusement park. 

As he wandered to the counter, he watched Beanz. Bright yellow paint adorned the walls, a sunny kind of hue. A mismatched collection of magnets clung to the refrigerator. Franklin stepped onto the cool tile floor, a sensation grounding him in a swirl of memories. She pulled a small white envelope and laid it against the side of the pot in full view for Cissy and Alton to find upon their return, avoiding his eyes while her fingers brushed against the smooth surface of the kitchen table. A wide, round piece that had accommodated countless meals. 

Part of him wanted to feel reassured. For her to stay, talk a while, catch him up. Other parts longed for freedom. For the ability to breathe without the weight of their unresolved issues pressing down. 

“Thanks for letting me in.”

She finished swiftly, back in the living room, eagerly moving toward the door. 

“Man. Beanz, Damnit hold up! Can we just-” 

A lightning of shock rocked down his back and legs. The sudden surge made him cry out, eyes pressed tightly together as he placed a hand on the wall to steady himself. 

“Oh, my God. You’re bleeding!”   

The nightmares hadn’t been kind to his bandages. All the thrashing and fighting he’d been doing disturbed his injuries. Now on his knees hunched over rocking back and forth in an effort to calm the whaling that encompassed his body, he found praying might bring an end to the pain. 

“You should have a crutch or a cane to walk with Franklin.”

“I do have a cane,” he gritted out. “Alton bought it for me. Don’t need it. I can walk fine.” 

“Right. Tell me where and I’ll go get it.”

“Just help me back to my room B. I’ll be fine once I sit down.” 

Briefly, she reminded him of his mother, Cissy. 

Through Hell or High Water, they made it. 

 She’d noticed the cane and the prescription.

“I see this isn’t the only thing you’re not following orders about.” 

She picked up the bottle, appearing to read the back instructions before a small smack of the teeth made him cautious of her disappointment. 

“You need to take some of these?” 

He only touched alcohol once. Weed had never been his thing. A time or two, Kevin and Leon gave him shit for it. Once they found out that his resolve would not waver, they left it alone. Pills were like those things. 

“Naw.” He protested. “Don’t want um. They mess with my mind. Fuck with my dreams.” 

 Obviously, she disagreed. Uncomfortable with her expression, he breathed out, already exhausted by what she might say.

“Has nothing to do with your dreams. Sounds more like your conscience is accusing you, Frank.” 

He narrowed his eyes. Whether a dismissal or an accusation, he remembered the time he rode with Andre. How do you sleep at night? Knowing all the things he’d done, a small chuckle left him. A little joke between himself and that conscience that she mentioned. Whether she caught on or not, he didn’t know. At the moment, it wasn’t the most important aspect of her statement. Perhaps in a small taste of revenge, Aundre called his bluff, despite the snarky rebuttal to the question that he gave so callously, Like a baby. The truth was, he had hardly had a restless sleep since.

When She held out her hand with the two green pills sitting nicely on her palm, he regarded her eyes.  

“Hm.” 

A slight shake of the head, he shifted his position on the bed. “No thank you,” he shot back. 

She only moved her hand closer. “It’s not a request, Franklin Saint. So here. Take them.” 

He sat still, this time silent, curtly before he leaned forward with a grunt, grabbed the two pills, and tossed them in his mouth. The horrible feeling of swallowing them down without water only lasted a second before they were gone. 

“Now. Where’s the stuff so I can get you cleaned up?”

He made a head gesture toward the hallway. 

“Bathroom.” 

A well-used tote bag slung over her shoulder upon return to his room. It’s contents, crinkling with the promise of relief, but also despair. Franklin had encountered many dualities of late. He looked at the plastic, then at her. 

For the most part, he closed his eyes, taking on the sensations of the cold and dry things that touched his skin. She inquired, tugged at the ends of his shirt and he helped her get it off, hating the entire process as it worsened the levels to a staggering degree. With the removal of the previous coverings, her facial expression changed. 

“Franklin,” she murmured. “What kind of dreams?” 

He sighed heavily as the coolness of the cleaning product ran over a raw area of the wound. “You mean the nightmares? I’ve had a lot. None ever really the same. Except the fire.” 

“Fire?”  

“Yeah. I’d be running down the street. My block. Flames chase me. Igniting trees. When I wake up, I’m always hot. I’m running in my own personal hell.” 

He noticed she had stopped working.

“Sit up a bit,” she instructed gently, helping to adjust against the pillows.

He held back the grimace through a toothy grin. When the grin left, he replaced it with a hum. Still pissed off, he thought. Maybe not outright, but the passive aggressiveness was evident. He couldn’t really blame her for keeping an emotional distance. His near death experience hadn’t rendered his memories useless. Unfortunately for her, up close, he read a person pretty well. She was desperate to ignore the tremors beneath her facade of strength. The Beanz that cleaned his wounds was not the Beanz he knew. 

“Why Franklin?”

The question came unexpectedly. 

“Why what?” He replied, weariness evident in his tone. 

“Why did you say those things? Is that how you really feel? Nothing at all…” 

“You want the truth?” 

“I do. I deserve it.” 

He nodded, keeping her in his view. “Then the truth is this. I was selfish.” 

A pause came after, but nothing followed. It really was that simple. He couldn’t explain it away or dress it up. 

“Okay. That’s fair.”

She didn’t sound satisfied with the answer, but she didn’t press him to give her any more than what he provided by the time she’d finished up and began to gather all the solid cotton. 

“It was real. I did feel something Beanz. And it scared me.” 

He looked in her direction. 

Her pressing questions at the repass had made him angry. Almost as angry as the conversation with Reed had those couple of days after he’d shot Aundre. Neither Beanz nor the white man who’d become his cocaine supplier much by force than an exchange of respectable businessmen, spoke with a pestering temper. The conversations mirrored one another, each pulling for answers from him. The result, unfortunately, had been his detached coldness. She got all the pent up poignancy he’d been bottling up. 

“You really hurt me, Franklin.”

The weight of guilt settled on his shoulders. The statement haunted him as he memorized the expression on her face. “That’s why I’m asking for your forgiveness.” He leaned closer, voice barely above a whisper, reaching out as if drawn by an invisible thread of reason. His fingers brushed against hers. “Forgive me.” 

He’d lost his composure at the amusement park. That, he admitted to himself. The boundaries between the older brother’s best friend and potential lover blurred with a single kiss. It wasn’t that he hadn’t meant to kiss her with her favorite song playing. He had. It came at the perfect opportunity to express feelings he’d been battling with.

The making of a moment she described when speaking about Darnell, the dance, and the dress. 

The kiss in front of the Ferris wheel, their moment. 

Later that night, he’d made a quick trip up to Darnell’s after picking up Peaches. Although it hadn’t been his own fist to caution any more involvement with her, Franklin was certain that Darnell had got the message loud and clear. No action on Leon’s part needed. The prior Vietnam war vet’s hand was so bruised the next day he’d wrapped up his wailing knuckles by the time the afternoon came around. Franklin guessed Darnell’s face would take at least a month to heal. But that was the point. What he loved, he protected. 

“I thought you died.” 

Franklin hadn’t expected her to say that, nor had he expected arms to circle around his neck to offer any warmth. It hurt briefly, the initial contact, but there was nothing that would make him break the hug she provided him. 

Seconds past, his own arms wrapped over the lower part of her back. The way she hugged him might have exposed true desires all along. She’d disciplined herself while cleaning his wounds, but Franklin knew the resolve would wane, eventually. Her body trembled against his chest momentarily, and he realized she had started to cry. 

The Beanz he’d been with on the Ferris wheel. The one vulnerable and open resurfaced. 

“There was so much blood on the floor. On you,” she said. A note of trepidation in her voice. “I was mad. Mad at you for how you treated me. I’d made up my mind that I wouldn't talk to you. It was different when it all became the real thing. That you could, actually die on Aundre Wright’s living room floor. That I’d never get the chance to tell you I didn’t mean it. That I was sorry. That my anger got the best of me.” 

He frowned, the memories flooding back in vivid detail. The gun, Mel and utter darkness. 

“I didn’t know what to do. If I did enough, if I made it worse…”

He removed her arms, so they faced one another. Her eyeliner still presented well despite the circumstances. Franklin stared into brown eyes, mixed with empathy and resolve. They were at war. The real reason he pushed her away. Casualties happened in war all the time. He would never be able to live with himself, knowing he had something to do with his best friend’s little sister getting hurt, or worse. Leon wouldn’t forgive him. As long as he himself obtained such war scars, he’d never feel sorry. It all boiled down to choices. He’d  chosen to shoot Kevin, and he chose to shoot Andre. He wouldn’t walk away unharmed. Just his turn, that was all. 

He moved, intention clear as he leaned closer. 

“You saved my life, Beanz. That was more than enough.” He told her, voice steady. “I probably would have bled out, completely alone. But because of you, I didn’t. I’m alive. And I’m thankful.”

He felt himself drawn in, and it happened with a nervous exhale from her, as he closed the distance, tension before their lips met softly, tentative and unsure, then deepening as heads moved. Was it the sting of tragedy pulling toward this need? He deliberated. Or was he hoping to provide her assurance? 

They separated, but never very far, foreheads pressed against the other. Oddly, perhaps scared or cautious like children trying not to get caught doing something they shouldn’t, they both waited. 

Franklin remembered how the first kiss tasted: a mixture of ice cream and funnel cake. All the makings of the night they shared together, laced with heavy conversation and comfort. The kiss this time was nothing but her, raw and unfiltered. He found that he liked this one the best. 

Damn, why did temptation offer all the sweet nothings? A hesitant kiss blooming into something deeper and more passionate. He thought long and hard about it all the days of his recovery. 

What if South Central hadn’t been burning from the inside? 

What if Leon gave his blessing? 

What if everyone walked away happy? 

What if he could really have the life he wanted? 

What if…

The pills started to take effect. Maybe he still wavered on the low plains of a dream. His own imagination, slipping into another sweet moment of comfort. He couldn’t make the distinction. Either way, she’d brought him back, standing as she prepared herself to leave him. 

“I should probably go. Girls’ night at Tiara’s. I’m already late.”  

He reached out to grab onto her wrist, firmly but not unkind. The pain flared anew with such a daring action since the medication had not dulled the aching completely, but he ignored its rage. 

“Leshanda…”

He watched her stop abruptly in place and stare at him. He never used her name. Hadn’t in years. 

“Do you? Do you forgive me?” 

“Yes.” Her expression shifted, with some form of condolence to it. “I do. Anything you’ve done, you’ve paid for it and then some.” 

 With the bite of tears on the rise, those words made his gaze divert. He didn’t deserve forgiveness, but was glad at least to have hers. A grin came and went. He nodded and he let her go. 

“So, uh where y’all going? Skating or sumthin?” 

She shook her head and lowered it. “No uh. Just to Tiara’s. Me, Charisma, Moe Moe, and Jaz. In Fact I really should call them. Let them know I’m on my way.” 

One of his eyebrows rose in earnest. “Staying in. On a Friday night?” 

“Uh, huh. That’s bout’ the only place my mama let me go these days. It’s gotten real bad with the gangs and all that. Lotta shootings lately. Everybody’s on edge. With good reason I guess.” 

He sighed and settled back on the cushions of his pillows inviting a quieting of their voices before she spoke.  

“Franklin. I gotta ask something of you.” 

He focused on her. 

“Maybe that’s the most logical decision. Walking away. After what you been through. But Lee needs you.” 

His gaze moved, traveling the places in his room that held the most light. A desperation swung on her words. One he didn’t like. 

“I’m scared for him,” she continued. “He can be hotheaded. You know him. He’s not gonna back down. You need each other. So please, try your best to fix this. For all our sake.” 

His eyes came back on hers, a flicker of resistance crossing his face right before he lifted his chin and a grin met his lips while he nodded. 

“I will.”

She nodded. The place between them stretched far and before tears could hit her pretty brown eyes, he heard the urgency fill her voice. 

“Kay. Yeah, phone call right, let me.” She stopped, not finishing her sentence, as something in the far corner of the bed seemed to catch her attention. “Wait, is that…” 

He threw a glance over his shoulder, taking in the pink and purple fur that held a distinct shine. 

“That’s my bear.” She confirmed. “The one from the…” 

“Yep.”

“Ha, I kinda thought I wouldn’t see it again. You kept it?”

That film of tears surfaced in her eyes for the second time. 

“Course.” A soft chuckle escaped. “Took me like three tries. No way I was leaving it behind.” 

She blinked a few times and the tears never fell. “Three. Right. More like ten and some change.” 

His smile grew. “You gonna do me like that?” 

They both laughed and when the laughter settled, so did some of the pain.  

“This got me through the healing process. I had something to hold on to.” He gave the stuffed animal a squeeze before he lifted the teddy bear in her direction. “But, it doesn't belong to me. Won this for you.” 

She stretched out her hand, only to pull back slowly and rest it at her side. 

“No. You keep it Franklin.” 

He lowered the teddy bear back in its place on the edge of the bed. 

She took a shaky breath. “Well, what are you gonna do?”

“Let these pills kick in. Probably post up in the living room. Watch cartoons. Them ol’ funny ones from the 1940s.”

“1940’s, huh?”

“Yeah. A marathon with no commercials.”

“Well. Sounds like a good night. You and some cartoons. Mind if I use the phone?” 

“Course. You know where it is.” 

“Thanks.”

His heart sat heavy as she turned the corner down the hall. He’d watched her the same way the day of Andre’s funeral. Pretty soon he heard her voice, faintly. He offered the empty room a bittersweet smile, preparing his mind for the walk to the living room and old cartoon marathon. From the window the stars outside blinked awake, scattered jewels across the canvas of dark sky. Beauty amidst his ache. 

When she reemerged at the door frame, he sat up.

“Hope you don’t mind. But. Change of plans.” She laid her jacket over the top of the chair at his desk. “Thought you could use some company.” A little smirk grew on her. “Just so happens. I like old cartoons.” She drew up one of her fingers eagerly with a sense of playful glee. “Annnd, that stew my mama made sounds so good right now. Thought we might eat us a bowl.”

He sat still, looking and quiet, the bite rose up again and he lifted his chin. The smile that came this time filled him with gratefulness. She wasn't leaving. 

“Thanks Beanz. For sticking around.” 

“Don't mention it.” She smacked her hands down on her legs and made her way over to him. “Whelp. Let's get this show on the road then.”

“Alright.” He reached over to his drawer and took out one of his clean t-shirts and put it on. “Help me up so I can lean on that wall right there.” 

With a roll of the eyes, she shook her head at the request. “Nun uh,” she countered, taking a step back to grab the cane. Just like the pills, she offered it. “You use this thing.” 

“Man B come on. Just help me,” he ventured, eyes searching as he pushed it away. 

“No. I’m serious. So here, come on.” She offered a second time. 

He took a deep breath and lowered his head. “I don't wanna depend on that thing for the rest of my life. Shouldn't get used to it.” 

“Look. Don’t you remember? Lee walked with a cane for a lil’ bit after he got shot. And he doesn’t walk with it now. Does he?” 

He let a few seconds pass before he answered. “He doesn't.”

“Well then. Pretty soon you won’t either. It's only for a lil bit Frank. Come on. Please…”

He sighed, reached out, and took the cane. As he positioned his weight, she encouraged the process, standing close enough that he could lean in if he lost balance. He took it slowly, step by step, awkward and unsteady. A hint of a grin played on the corner of his lips as her words filled in his ears. 

“You got this, easy, that’s good, one after the other, keep taking those steps forward.” 

He drew in a deep breath and continued to lift the cane ahead of him. You got one job in this life Saint, he surmised. So do it, with all you have. 

A/N: To my wonderful reader @vile-harlot who requested this part three of the Franklin Saint and Beanz Simmons saga! I actually really got into this one. All in all, I hope you enjoyed the read! Thanks for all the support. 

PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR CLAIM ANY OF MY WRITING. -Wide Nose And Wonderful.

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Sunrise, Sunset

switching it up with a franklin and lamar centered fic (not exactly as a ship buuut more or less some one sided feelings?) jus a silly little idea i had that was originally gonna be a one shot sorta thing or whatever,, changed my mind tho n i’m jus gonna split it up, this is part one !!

i feel like lamar would be very oblivious about his feelings towards frank tbh LMFAOOO

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Lamar and Franklin sometimes drove out to the highest point in Los Santos to watch the sunrise. Well, more Lamar than Franklin, seeing as Franklin preferred to sleep in. He often dragged him out of bed to go take Chop out and see the sun peak up from the horizon, lighting the city up with natural reds and yellows.

“C’mon you lazy fuck, we gon’ miss it!”

“Lamar, the sun rises every fuckin’ day! Trust me, it’ll be there tomorrow.”

“You jus’ a lazy bum who don’t wanna get his lazy bum ass outta bed. Man get up already!”

Chop barked, and Lamar nodded to him.

“Yeah, you right Chop. This muhfucker don’t wanna budge, huh? Don’t even wanna take his precious dog for a walk. You oughta be ashamed of yoself Frank.”

“Chop wasn’t even my dog to begin with!”

“Man fuck you, you became co-parent of him when you had to take him in!”

Franklin could only groan into his pillow, missing the blissful sleep he had been shaken awake from.

“Just go away Lamar! Damn!”

He felt the taller man looming over him, grabbing his shoulders to shake him further awake.

“We’re running outta time, fool. C’mon, I’ll let you ride shotgun this time.”

Chop barked in protest.

“Chop, it’s the only way we might get him out the house.”

Accepting that arguing would get him nowhere, Franklin sat up right, glaring at Lamar.

“For fucks sake man, fine. I’ll go. Jus’ lemme throw on some clothes that ain’t the shit I wore to bed.”

Lamar grinned widely at him.

“Fuck yeah! Chop, let’s go wait in the car.”

The small dog trotted not too far behind Lamar’s long legs. Franklin wondered what force he disturbed that landed him in this position. He sighed, knowing that he wasn’t exactly a saint, so there wasn’t much to wonder at all. If this was his punishment then so be it. The car ride wasn’t too long, especially not after Franklin moving out of Strawberry to Vinewood Hills, making it easier for them to get there. Minimal traffic because of how early it was helped too. Lamar never dropped his grin, just happy to do his favorite thing with his favorite person. Who wouldn’t love watching the sunrise with their best friend? Especially seeing the way the sun lit his face up, a delicate smile on his face seeing an excellent sunrise and- Woah. Where’d that come from? Lamar figured it was just his excitement to see a particularly gorgeous sunrise, using that as an excuse for the feeling that sat in his gut. As soon as they pulled up to the spot, he bounced out of his seat, keeping the door open for Chop.

“We here homie!”

“Mhm.. so where the fuck’s the sunrise?”

“Patience Frank, patience.”

“But you jus’ fuckin’ bitched at me for the last half hour about how we was gon’ miss it! Fuck you mean patience?!”

“It’s coming! Don’t ruin a moment that’s gon’ be special, F.”

He grunted in Lamar’s direction, turning around to go play with Chop for the time being. The sunrise crept up, a ray of sunlight hitting Lamar in the eye. He blocked the light with his hand, hitting Franklin with his free one.

“Ay Frank, look!”

The sunrise that crawled up from the depths of the horizon shone in glimmers of gold and pretty shades of orange. Lamar smiled again.

“Man.. look at that. It’s beautiful ain’t it-“ He turned to face Franklin, who was caught in a trance. The sun hit his face just right, and he looked incredible. Like some sort of focused statue or whatever. It was alright to admire your homies like that, right? Nothin’ wrong with admiring a dude. Franklin turned back to answer him.

“Yeah, it sure is.. you good man?”

Lamar coughed slightly, shifting his weight onto one of his feet.

“Uh.. yeah man, just thought I saw a bug crawling on yo face or sum’. But damn, I’m glad we caught this.”

“Me too. But I’m still pissed you dragged me outta bed so fuckin’ early.”

“Man what’d I say? Don’t bitch while we havin’ a moment!”

Franklin only laughed and Lamar felt something in him stir. It was good to hear him laugh.

“So now what?”

“Well, if we leave now by the time we get back into the city some of them diners should be open for breakfast.”

“This early in the day?”

“Believe it or not Frank but the rest of society does their shit earlier than you. So ya, people eat this early.”

They went back to the car, with Chop riding shotgun this time. Franklin wanted to rest his eyes until they got to whatever food place Lamar was taking them to, earning a snarky comment from him. Lamar wanted to pick a decent place to eat and eventually settled on an old diner they went to as kids. He poked Franklin, reanimating him back to life.

“Look where we at dog.”

“Ohh shit, this that diner we used to go to after school everyday! It’s still in business?”

“Guess so man. Let’s go!”

“Wait! What about Chop?”

Shit. Right. Chop looked at the two men, tilting his head sadly.

“You wanna jus’ bring the food back to yo crib?”

“Eh fuck it. Why not.”

They decided on some basic breakfast food and brought it back to Franklin’s place. The big windows in his kitchen would illuminate the room well enough, and Lamar could value the view from there.

“So tell me Lamar, why’s it you only wanna go see the sunrise? You never mention watchin’ the sunset dog.”

“Ion really know myself homie. One day I just started gettin’ up early wit’ Chop to go walkin’ n shit.”

“Can we watch the sunset sometime then? I am tired of gettin’ up at the asscrack of dawn.”

“That’s cuz you ain’t get yo 9 hours dog.”

“Man, shut the fuck up. Who the hell gets 9 hours at our age? Bozo.”

“I’m just sayin’ maybe if you got some normal sleep for fuckin’ once you wouldn’t be such a GD grouch.”

“Whatever you say bro.”

The two finished their food in comfortable silence, with Franklin scolding Lamar at least once or twice for feeding Chop table scraps.

“So whatchu wanna do now?”

“We could always go catch a movie or sum’, maybe go see that Meltdown movie ya boy Mike was talkin’ ‘bout.”

“Yeah, I never did get the chance to go see it, with all the chaotic bullshit goin’ on.”

They left Chop at home after a long goodbye from Lamar, telling him that as soon as they got back that he would get all the treats in the world and all that other mushy shit. Franklin mocked the high-pitched voice he used to speak to Chop, earning a smack in the arm from Lamar.

They arrived for a matinee showing at the the theater closest to Franklin’s house, getting a bunch of complimentary snacks and some drinks. The movie was awful, but in a way that it was enjoyable to watch. A movie so bad it was good. Franklin kept leaning in to whisper to Lamar how corny the whole thing was, saying that it was definitely right up Michael’s alley. He ignored the closeness between him and his friend as best as he could, but he still shuffled in his seat awkwardly.

“Hey uh, Frank. I’mma go to the bathroom real quick, stretch my legs n shit.”

“Aight, see you in a minute homie.”

His walk to the bathroom felt stagnant, and when he got there all he could do was look at himself in the mirror. What the fuck was his problem right now?

“Get it the fuck together LD. It’s just Frank, it’s nothing weird. Chill out.” He spoke aloud to himself.

He splashed water in his face and walked back to the room showing Meltdown. The movie was almost over and Franklin didn’t make anymore comments. Lamar sighed inwardly, just wanting to get out of there already, despite the whole going-to-see-a-movie thing being his idea to begin with. He didn’t know why he was feeling the way he did right now, and he didn’t know how to make it go away. Franklin leaned over to whisper in his ear once more, sending a chill down Lamar’s spine.

“Dog, this movie sucks and it’s almost over anyway, you wanna just get out of here?”

“Uh.. yeah, yeah. Chop’s prolly missin’ us right now anyway.”

Lamar drove them back this time, driving a lot faster than he should’ve been.

“Woah, homie slow down! What’s the fuckin’ rush for?!”

“I jus’.. Ion know I’m not feelin’ too hot right now and I really jus’ wanna get back to yo place. Maybe lie down or sum’..”

“That ain’t gon’ happen if we get in a fuckin’ car wreck though!”

He slowed it down a bit hearing Franklin’s concerned tone, frustrated by that feeling again. It was like an itch he couldn’t scratch. They pulled up into Frank’s driveway, Lamar nearly knocking over his recycling can, earning another disgruntled comment from Franklin.

“You been actin’ so weird bro, what’s goin’ on?”

“I honestly don’t know. Maybe the food we had jus’ not sittin’ right wit’ me.”

“Well, like you said go lie down or sum’. You wanna sleep in my bed for now? I’ll go take care of Chop or-“

“Uh sure, aight. I’mma go.. do that.”

Franklin looked at him like he had two heads, lifting a brow up in suspicion.

“Aight then, holla at me when you feel somewhat better.”

Lamar basically ran down the stairs to Franklin’s room, closing the door tight behind him. He slid down the door, looking straight ahead. Why did he feel so- so weird right now? He had a pleasant day overall with his best friend, what could possibly be bothering him?? He tossed his head back, making a small thud sound against the door. Groaning out loud, he did a walkthrough of today. He drove to Franklin’s, wanting to see the sunrise. Nothing unusual, this was a common thing they did. The sunrise was pretty, and lit everything up wonderfully. Again, nothing out of the ordinary. Franklin wasn’t entirely a buzzkill when they made it there, if anything he looked tranquil, the sun making his brown eyes glow. Then what? They got food, which tasted just like how he remembered from when Frank and him were just teens. Went to a movie which they basically talked the whole way through, Franklin continuously whispering in his ear. His voice so low and close made him feel hot all over, but it was just because whispering was like that no matter who was doing it. So what the hell was his problem right now? He must not have noticed how long he was in there, because he heard a light tap at the door.

“Lamar? You good homie?”

He rushed to stand up, pretending like he just woke from a short nap.

“Uh, yeah dog, doin’ just fine. Think layin’ down helped.”

“Good. You want me to take you home or do you wanna stay here?”

Part of Lamar wanted to stay just to be around Franklin a little while longer. The other part of him wanted to run right out the door. He thought it over, and figured he might need time to himself. He didn’t think he had it in him to be around Franklin after such a strange day. At least, a strange day for him. Franklin was thankful for the fact they had one normal day to hangout without shenanigans on Lamar’s part… besides the way he had been acting up to now.

“I think I’mma jus’ head back.”

“Aight then.”

The car ride back was silent. Lamar felt like the air was suffocating him, like any minute he’d pass out. He shifted in his seat to look out the window, familiar streets coming up. He didn’t want to look at Franklin for some reason, turning away from him.

“Hey, we here.”

He sat up, getting ready to get out of the car, until Franklin grabbed his wrist. Lamar felt like he was burning him with the contact.

“Ay man, what the fuck’s your problem today?”

“I already told you, it was the food or sum’, chill out dog.”

He loosened his grip, looking unsatisfied with his answer.

“Man fine, but if you hidin’ somethin’ from me I wanna fuckin’ know.”

“I’m not, I promise you.”

“You better not be, you mysterious bitch. Remember, you dragged me out of bed to hangout today.”

He winced, feeling guilty somehow.

“Yeah F, I know.”

Lamar looked back at his house, not wanting to get caught in Franklin’s death stare.

“I’ll see ya later or sum’ Frank.”

“See ya homie.”

He turned back, watching Franklin drive away. Torn between a relieved mood, and a pang of loneliness. As he walked inside his house, he slammed the door in frustration. Franklin and him were on the same page- he didn’t know why he was acting the way he was. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he went to a last resort to get an idea of something. That stupid psychic shoutout website that was growing in popularity. At least it was free.

Hello. What brings you to Miss Marcy’s site?

fuck you think, lady. help me out here

What with?

some fuckin explanation for why i feel weird rn

Were you just with a friend?

uh yeah

kinda why i’m here to begin with

I see. How close are you to said friend?

well, he like a brother to me ig? idk

never thought 2 deeply abt it.

A family friend? Hmm… I’m seeing the letter F, or T.

damn, you kinda good. it’s f

Wait a minute, I’m getting another letter. L!

yeah! my name starts with l!

You wouldn’t happen to be… I see it now… Lamar?

woah, you really fuckin good lady.

Well, I know I’m a psychic, but I have a feeling I spoke to your friend already.

you did?

Since when did Franklin visit stupid sites like this? He felt a blush creeping onto his face, wondering if Franklin might’ve been in the same boat as him at some point.

Yes. I think I have the answer to your problem, Lamar

please.

anything’ll help

Are you absolutely sure you want to hear it?

When I spoke to your friend, he didn’t seem too pleased with what I had to say.

c’mon lady don’t be a cocktease rn i need help

Well… okay.

You love him.

uh duh

he’s my best friend

why wouldn’t i?

No, I mean

You’re… *in* love with him.

His jaw went slack. He stared blankly at the screen. What?

the fuck?

uh no

ain’t no way.

I’m seeing a long time friendship. Lots of pining.

you ain’t seeing shit lady

u got it wrong

I knew you would say this - you can be mad at me all you want, but think it over

seriously, just think it over.

SERVICE UNAVAILABLE. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER.

“Fuck.” He whispered to himself.

“Fuck!”

He tossed his phone across the room onto his worn down couch. That didn’t solve his problem. If anything, it just made it worse. Love? Franklin? Him? What the fuck was that bitch smoking? He threw his palms over his face, groaning. He didn’t wanna think about what the fuck she meant. Because there was no way in hell he was in love with Frank. He couldn’t be. That was his day one. His best friend. That would be wrong, right? He paced around his living room, mind racing too quick for his liking. That couldn’t be the explanation for today. No way. That’s just ridiculous. There’s no way… no way he-

Then he thought about it. Like, really thought about it. The gears in his head were running at full speed now.

“Oh shit.”

//end of pt 1!!!!! this is already long as is, and i think i’m gonna finish it in another part or so. apologies for any grammatical errors ofc 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

[s11e17]

image descriptions: image 1 is an elevated road in utah, overlooking reddish mountains. the text “sinnerman” is overlaid in black text. image 2 is a track list, as described below. end image description.

sinnerman : cool women singing things

yes, this is a playlist for my own fic i’m very embarrassing

tracklist:

sinnerman - nina simone

i’d rather go blind - koko taylor

you’re supposed to be feeling good - emmylou harris

mahlalela - letta mbulu & hugh masakela

woman’s work - tracy chapman

fancy - reba mcentire

universal soldier - buffy sainte-marie

lo carbonier - laüsa

as heaven is wide - garbage

gold dust woman - fleetwood mac

money blues - joanna connor

easy from now on - emmylou harris

julie - rhiannon giddens

willow weep for me - billie holiday

four women - nina simone

águas de março - elis regina & antônio carlos jobim

a change is gonna come - aretha franklin

pearls - sade

fracking - tanya tagaq

[thefantasyride]

It’s official. We need some Damson Idris/Franklin Saint fics in the tags! ☝🏾

He’s one of my new loves. 🥰