#guiltyasdave darling

[moonlight-prose]

hey hi hello <3 obviously i neeeed to ask about the next right where you left me chapter, i love that series so much! and maybeeee i could get some crumbs of the other worst!logan wip as well? 🥹

hello babes!! i just saw your reblog on chapter four and it's got me screaming. i am so so happy you liked it!!

chapter five is literally porn without any plot. it's the beach episode of this fic. they're fucking all over the apartment, they're getting cum in places it really shouldn't be.

logan is a horny 200 year old man and he's found the love of his life in a different universe. of course he's gonna blow her back out as often as possible.

fall on me like night is a thought bubble rn. for anyone who has been on this blog long enough they know my obsession with bartenders. so reader is that and logan is well stuck in his own world. where everyone hates the wolverine.

expect maybe the pretty thing behind the bar who finishes fights before he can stumble off the stool. and maybe he's a little smitten when he gets dragged to their house for something more.

wip game!

[lotusbxtch]

Kim!!!

Please please tell us about dude ranch dbf Joel!!

And I’m gonna be greedy and ask about stripper whiskey as well because girl whaaaaat i am here for that 😮‍💨

Hi darling! So dude ranch DBF!Joel x f!Reader is something I've had knocking around in my head for a few months now (I even made a Pinterest board for it!) but haven't gotten around to actually writing.

The premise is that Joel and Reader's dad were best friends growing up, but went to different high schools and thus took different paths in life. Reader's dad became something white collar and six-figure... an attorney, a marketing executive, etc. Joel stayed blue collar, and so the two of them drifted apart. (So Reader and Joel have never met before.) However, Reader's dad runs into Tommy somewhere and Tommy invites him to come visit the dude ranch that he and Joel run outside of Austin.

Reader's dad is a bit of a prick and only cares about Reader for her braggable qualities ("my daughter went to ____ college," "my daughter works at ______", etc.). He likes to keep up appearances and has run out of friends, so he wants to rekindle his friendship with Joel. He decides that Reader's whole family will be going to the dude ranch for a month-long summer trip.

Joel and Reader both fight their attraction to each other for different reasons, but as the summer goes on, it becomes harder and harder to deny it to themselves and to each other.

Also for anyone that doesn't know what a dude ranch is: what is a dude ranch? (I realize that it may be a very American thing, haha)

Tropes: forbidden romance, age gap romance, dad's best friend, cowboy romance, city girl/country boy. Perhaps others! Let me know if you'd like to be tagged when I write it.

If you want to see more of my WIP titles: click here

Cowboy Joel, anyone? @for-a-longlongtime @mountainsandmayhem @alltheirdamn @joelmillerisapunk @sin-djarin @itwasntimethatdidit40 @guiltyasdave @almostfoxglove @almostempty @chippedowlmug @reggiesfilthylittlesecret @arcanefox207 @legendary-pink-dot @penvisions @luxurychristmaspudding @swankyorange @mermaidgirl30 @perotovar

[the-mandawhor1an]

a sky full of stars and he was staring at her them

A/N: technically the prompt said 'her' but the fic ended up being gender neutral so I took the artistic liberty to change it a little. yay inclusion. My contribution for the writing through the seasons challenge hosted by the absolute cutest @guiltyasdave and @sizzlingcloudmentality

Pair: Din Djarin x gn!Reader

Words: 3k

Tags: allusions to smut but nothing explicit happening in the fic; fluff; established relationship;

as always, divider/banner made by @saradika-graphics

cyar'ika = darling, favourite

You’ve had your fair share of weird occurrences given the nature of your job. With Coruscant being the capital of the galaxy, all kinds of people wandered the streets. The good, the bad, and the intriguing. Given your profession as a bartender in one of the more popular bars down in the Uscru district, you’ve encountered the former only rarely, the latter on occasion. The job paid well, exceptionally well on some days. These were usually the more exciting days, too, when things were happening and time felt like it was flying by. Some patrons you remembered even years later, mostly when they had a story to share. 

Or when they turned up frequently, like one specific Mandalorian. At his first visit he had been a quiet guest, brooding in his armor, neither talking much nor ordering anything. All he had said was that he waited for someone; a quarry, he was a bounty hunter. Nevertheless, you talked to him, made little, witty remarks whenever you walked past him behind the counter, especially after you had felt his helmet rotate when you walked to the other side. 

You found a hefty tip where he had sat sometime later, thinking this would be the end of it. You hadn’t wasted a thought on this weird encounter at first. That was until your eyes crossed that same helmet once more, a few weeks later. Mando just lingered in a corner, didn’t approach you or the bar this time around. You figured he waited for another bounty, just less obvious this time around. 

When he was at the bar for the third time, he came shortly before your shift had ended. And this time around, his target wasn’t a bounty. It was you. Ever since then, he had been visiting whenever he had the opportunity to come by. What started off so innocently with a somewhat nice encounter with a patron turned into so much more. Him rocking your world for hours on end, bodies enveloped, intertwined in the safety of darkness and in each other’s comfort. Darkness was the only rule you had, not allowed to see his face to save his Creed from being broken. You knew his name, knew of his deepest desires, some of his fears. Din told you more and more about himself the more time you spent together, turning talkative when you were in private, after he could catch his breath after what felt like hours of pure bliss. 

You opened up to him too, talking about the mostly boring life as a bartender, and how you envied him for traveling around so much. That’s also when you let it slip that you had never seen the stars. Sure, you’d seen images and holos of it, but the light pollution was way too bad and the bar was too far down on the planet to see the night sky. Din was surprised to hear it, but it made sense, in a way. 

He was a traveler and it intrigued you. He had so many stories to tell, so many places he had seen. 

It had been a while since you had last shared a bed. You had sworn to keep this private, for your safety, he had told you. It felt anything but casual when he was with you, whispering pet names in the intimacy of your bedroom, praising you whenever he had the chance to. But he only ever did it when you were alone. 

Barkeeping came with its very own danger, you thought, but it didn’t compare to his job in the slightest. If anyone happened to know about you, you’d be an easy target to get to him. Despite knowing of his feelings for you, the things he had told you, he had been gone for a while. 

It was raining when you returned to your condo, yet another boring shift behind you. At first you wanted to curse whichever politician had decided to make it rain today, when you remembered what day it was: The memorial day of Alderaan’s destruction. You sighed deeply, walking inside towards the elevator that would lead you to your level. 

Not sure how you knew before your door had even opened, but you somewhat expected the unnatural darkness that came from your apartment. Immediately you felt your heart beat quicken, not daring to switch the lights on. You saw the traitorous glare of a Beskar edge reflecting the light of the hallway when you closed the door behind you. “You could’ve waited for me by the bar instead of hacking my door, you know,” you stated into the abyss, only to hear the familiar voice reply “it’s safer if no one sees me stalk after you.” 

By the sound of his voice, velvety and unfiltered, you knew the helmet was off and therefore knew all light switches were off limits. You set your stuff down by the door, knowing he was probably leaning into the door frame of your bedroom. When you approached him, you heard the heavy fabric of his flight suit rustle, a big, gloved hand pulling you close by your waist. Soft lips greeted you with a kiss, which you returned with a sigh of contentment, your fingers tangled in his short curls. “I’ve missed you, cyar’ika,” he whispered against your lips, not daring to let go or to distance himself too much. “Missed you too,” you replied after a soft peck onto his lips. “Sorry I’ve been gone for so long. I wanted to come back sooner but things got in the way.” 

He leaned in once more for another kiss, only to whine a little when he felt your teeth nibble on his lower lip. With his hand splayed on your chest, he stopped you from teasing him further. “You’re free tomorrow, right?” he asked you. “You know my schedule. I am.” You were quite happy that he came to you now, it meant you had all the time you needed. “I want you to come with me.” To go where? You looked at him, his features hidden in the darkness before you. Did he see the confusion in your face? 

“Where do you want to go with me?” “I want it to be a surprise.” You had to trust him, you guessed. There was no doubt Din was trustworthy and also worth ‘wasting’ your day off for. “Alright, but this better be worth it, Djarin.” He chuckled so sweetly. “I promise it’ll be worth it.” He leaned over to place a kiss on your temple. “I’ll put the helmet back on. Pack some clothes.” “Where are we going, what kinds of clothes do I need?” He could be a little more specific. A coat? Something flowy for a warm climate? “Something comfortable, the weather will be mild. Not cold, not too warm either.” The light turned on and there he stood, the black visor facing you. 

“You’re such a tease,” you rolled your eyes and walked past him.

“One day, cyar’ika.” 

Was it a promise or a wish of his? If it was the latter, you shared that desire. Did it pain him too, that he had to keep his face from you? Something that should have been so natural given what you had shared already? With a change of clothes and a bag packed, you followed Din outside into the hallway. It was still raining, but you were equipped with an umbrella this time around, staying dry while you walked beside Din, who let the rain run down his armor. “So where are you taking me?” “It’s a secret,” he reminded you, a small frustrated sigh rustling underneath the helmet. Part of you disliked when he was so distant, but then again, you never questioned his judgement when it came to your safety. Better safe than sorry. 

You reached his ship some time later, a rusty, run down Razor Crest. One of the side ramps opened and at first you were a little confused, but you entered nonetheless. The ship was big and bulky, looked from the outside like it would be spacious, but you found the inside a little crammed, but not too chaotic. “Wait down here,” Din asked you, and you complied, looking around to see why he hadn’t opened the main hatch in the back of the ship. There was a mattress, a lot of pillows and a blanket on the floor, a makeshift bed for you and him? A low hum went through the ship when the engines started, a soft rumble going through the cargo hold when the Crest took off. “Din?” you called up the ladder, but Din called back to you “give me two minutes.” 

You didn’t want to ruin whatever plan he had, so you walked over to the bed and sat down, hoping he would keep the ship steady while you weren’t secured in any way. You pulled off the boots that would otherwise dirty the sheets and put them beside the mattress where no one would trip over them. While it was manageable, feeling the g-forces on your organs without seeing what was actually happening didn’t feel too nice. The sensations stopped soon thereafter and you heard heavy steps come towards, and subsequently down the ladder. That had to mean you were in space and the auto-pilot was doing all of the work. “So, you’ve abducted me,” you concluded drily, stopping Din in his approach towards you for a moment. “Looks like it. Easiest bounty I’ve ever had.” “What’s my crime?” 

His posture changed. From the man you had gotten to know, back to the ruthless bounty hunter. He was playing and so were you. “Theft” was all he told you. A smirk crept up to your lips as you leaned back casually, your hands sinking into the mattress behind you. “Let me guess, I stole your heart?” You shared a chuckle. Still you weren’t sure what felt more intimate with him. Sharing a bed or when you heard him chuckle or laugh. When you felt you had him beside you, not some curated persona he hid behind. “It’ll be some time until we reach our destination,” he explained. With one look over your shoulder and back, you shrugged. “I think we’ll find something to keep ourselves busy.” 

And you did. Din was taking his sweet time to thoroughly apologize for being gone for so long. And once again you were in almost complete darkness. While you couldn’t make out any part of his face, you could see his silhouette in certain angles, his presumably handsome features. That was, when he wasn’t hiding his face in the crook of your neck or nuzzled against your shoulder, his mouth pressed into your skin. 

You fell asleep after the encounter, Din leaving you after cuddling for a while. You only really registered his departure when the warmth of his body left your little nest. A low-energy protest came from the mattress on the floor, but you were too drowsy to properly complain or order him back to bed. So you fell asleep again, awaking a few hours later. Your shift had been more exhausting than you had assumed. But then again – this would be your day off and you occasionally did some overtime when you knew you would get more rest afterwards. 

With some clothes back on your body, you walked over to the ladder in the semi-darkness of the cargo hold to make sure Din had not forgotten you. “What are you doing up there?” you asked him. “About to land the ship. Get dressed, we’re almost there. I’ll be down after landing.” 

Part of you was a little irritated with how secretive he was being, making sure you stayed down in the cargo bay. He didn’t want to spoil the surprise, it made sense, but some minor voice in the back of your mind tried to tell you it was something else. Or someone. You had known Din for long enough to know he was honest and would never betray you; perhaps something was up there with him you weren’t supposed to see yet. A relatively gentle landing later, Din joined you in the cargo hold once more. You were dressed again as he had asked you, and eagerly waiting for the surprise he had planned for you.   

“What is up there that you don’t want me to see?” you teased him, giving your thoughts a little air but not trying to insult him. “I don’t want you to see where we are, that’s it.” His helmet leaned so he could focus on you a little better, one glove on your arm to caress over your skin. “I’m sorry. It’s worth it, I promise.” There was no doubt it was, to be fair. Din had always kept his promise and you were curious. It seemed he had put a lot of effort into this surprise. “Does that mean we’re where you wanted to take me?” He nodded. “Almost. I need you to close your eyes for the rest of the way, though.” Your pout might have come off a little harshly, so you added. “You might have to blindfold me. Not sure I can keep them closed.” 

Suddenly all of this sounded like it was a lot bigger than you had anticipated. Din had taken you who knows where and he wanted to keep the surprise a secret right up until you were before it. It would ruin his efforts if you couldn’t resist now. Upon your request he blindfolded you, guiding you down the ramp with one hand holding one of yours, his other hand firmly on your waist to steady you. Your feet crunched on top of some sand, or maybe small gravel when you had made it off of the ship. “Where are we?” you asked, hoping this wouldn’t spoil anything. Din could’ve stayed silent, but he told you. “Tython.” You had heard of Tython, but why of all planets in this galaxy would he take you here? “Why did you bring me here?” “Take the blindfold off.” 

You pulled the fabric down, expecting sunlight to blind you, but you were greeted with the darkness and bluish tint of night. After a once-over of the area, you found yourself relatively out in the open with Din, the ship standing in the middle of nowhere. No city to be seen in the vicinity. It was hauntingly empty besides nature. And that’s when you looked up. A sea of stars hung above you like a sparkly draped fabric, hundreds if not thousands of small, twinkling spots. Clusters of stars, giving the illusion of a nebula. It was much more impressive than you had ever thought possible. Naturally you had seen pictures of the night sky, but no technology was capable of replicating such beauty and doing it justice. It was downright breathtaking and you didn’t realize you were just staring up into the sky, mouth agape and eyes watering in awe. 

“You told me you had never seen stars,” Din explained and you were still with your head in the clouds, so to speak – to your luck there were no actual clouds obstructing the view. “It’s … I’m speechless, I don’t know how I would even describe it. How can you not be amazed by this every time you see it?” “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I’ve seen more beautiful things than a few stars.” As if you could feel it on your skin, you turned towards him and found him looking at you dead on. He shrugged and continued, “I get to see the stars so often, I’m used to them. Seen sunrises and rainbows, but all of it pales in comparison to you, mesh’la.” 

He walked behind you, wrapping his arms around you, caging you in the warm and safe embrace of his armor, close to his chest. You leaned back against him, looking up into the sky again. You felt he had more to say, so you just stayed quiet, taking in the scenery and the closeness to Din. “It’s hard to stay away for long. When I’m not around you, it feels like life has lost its color.  As soon as I can be close to you, I feel whole. You know I love you.” “I do.” You smirk, turning your head to face the helmet, placing a soft kiss onto the visor. “I worry for your safety while I’m working a job,“ he confessed. “I am a barkeeper, I can handle a few criminals,” you wanted to remind him. “I know. I’ve thought about something, which is why I’ve taken you here.” “It’s beautiful here. Whatever you want, I’m all yours.” You gave the helmet another kiss, feeling him lean into the gesture despite not being able to actually feel it. 

“Does that mean you’ll marry me?” You turned around, looking into that black visor. Your first instinct was to ask if he meant it. But he wouldn’t joke about that.

“I mean it. As soon as I leave Coruscant, I miss all of you, I miss how you make me feel. Your touch. Your voice. The sweet noises you make when I show you just how much I’ve missed you. I want you to come with me. You don’t have to become a hunter but I want you as close as you can be. Please.” It felt genuine. Din had his heart on his tongue when it was just the two of you. You loved that about him. 

There was no need to think about this for too long. You loved him just as much as he loved you, and as much as you wanted to respect his wishes to remain somewhat secretive and casual about your relationship, being claimed by him was what your heart desired. His riduur. 

“Do I get to see your face if I say yes?” you flirted, hands on his helmet. He knew your flirty banter was mostly that. There were some boundaries you wouldn’t dare push, even if your heart yearned to finally see him the way he could see you. To your relief, Din chuckled. “You might.” Was he serious? Did it matter when you had fallen in love with him without ever seeing his face? “That’s enough for me.” You leaned in, placing one more kiss onto the visor until you leaned your forehead against the cold metal. “Let’s get married.”

[the-blind-assassin-12]

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Dream On, Aerosmith by @inept-the-magnificent (Frankie Morales x f!reader)

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PART TWO HERE.

[jennaispunk]

Like the Rain

Summary: Frankie has something to say....will you listen?

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Word count:2.9k

Rating: M

Warnings/Tags: fluff, spice (I won't call it smut. I will leave the smut to all you wonderful people who write it so much better than I ever could), oral (f receiving), unprotected PIV (wrap it up), unresolved feelings, idiots in love, maybe a hint of angst. This is slightly AU: Frankie has a baby but the lady is long gone. Reader has hair long enough to stick to her face and is shorter than Frankie but no other physical description is given. Yes, I gave my darling Francisco a middle name (sorry not sorry). If I forgot anything please let me know.

A/N: This fic was supposed to be for @guiltyasdave 1.5k follower celebration but life (among other things) got in the way and it took me forever to finish this (I'm so sorry Jana!). My prompt was Frankie and kisses in the rain. This fic put me through the ringer and I hope y'all enjoy it.

Thank you: @fallingforthearch for listening to me scream and cry about this fic. @sawymredfox for being my sounding board and calming my fears about certain parts of this fic ILY bestie!!!. @pascalispretty for looking over the final product for me.

dividers by @saradika-graphics

Frankie drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of his truck, beating out an uneven rhythm matching his impatience. He’d been parked outside your house for the last thirty minutes, waiting for you to get home from work. He knew he shouldn’t be here; you’d all but asked him for space, but he couldn’t do that. The last three days had been torture, not being able to talk to you or touch you. He should have just gone straight home after work, showered, and thought this through. His heart had won out over his mind in the end, and now he waited.

The radio weather report droned on in the background, warning of the thunderstorms entering the area. The dark grey clouds looming in the distance matched his mood. He’d been so stupid. He should have just been honest about how he felt, and this wouldn’t be happening right now. Instead, he’d let his fear of not being good enough for you win out over how much he loved you.  

Thunder rolled softly in the distance, almost like a deep laughter mocking him.  Would you even talk to him? Would you even let him tell you how incredibly sorry he was for hurting you? His stomach flipped as your car finally pulled into your driveway. He closed his eyes for a moment, gathering the courage to face you and speak his truth. 

Today had been a long day for you and you didn’t even notice Frankie’s truck parked in the road in front of your house. Your eyes flicked skyward as the shadow of the clouds crossed over you. It had been hot and dry for weeks, with barely a cloud to mar the brilliant blue of the Florida skies. The precipitation was long overdue. Even with your diligent watering, the lawn was taking on the hue of a sickly Victorian child, and the sparse vegetation lining the front of your little home was left looking a little pitiful. You took a deep breath, taking the sweet, pungent aroma into your lungs. All you wanted was to shower, curl up on the couch, and lose yourself in wine and a good book while the storms washed away your pain.

You hadn’t meant to confess your love like you did. It wasn’t supposed to be blurted out in the heat of the moment. You’d wanted to wait for the perfect time, for the moment when everything was just right. But your mouth got ahead of your brain, and before you knew it, the words ‘I love you’ slipped from your lips, and everything changed. 

You couldn’t forget the look on his face when you uttered those three little words. It was like the entire world had stopped spinning on its axis. You couldn’t stop thinking about the way he looked at you, dumbfounded, mouth slightly agape like you were speaking Wookie. Your heart sank like a stone to the bottom of a lake.  Tears pricked at your eyes like a thousand tiny needles, and you ran from his apartment before he could see them fall. 

You thought he felt the same way about you, but he didn't say it back. It hurt worse than anything you’d ever felt, and you couldn’t get away fast enough. You’d spend the last few days wondering what you’d done wrong, how you’d misread everything.

“Hey!” Frankie called out as he jogged up the path.

You stopped in your tracks at the sound of his voice. It was the last one you expected to hear. You take a deep breath before turning around to face him. 

“What are you doing here, Frankie?” You ask flatly but the break in your voice gives you away.

He swallowed hard, his brown puppy dog eyes staring back at you. His lips twitch in that familiar way; the way they always do when he was working up the nerve to say something or when he was really concentrating, and your heart fluttered in your chest.

“I….I was hoping we could talk…. about the other night.”

 You scoffed lightly. That’s all you’ve thought about since it happened. That scene replayed in your head on an endless loop like a song stuck on repeat.

Your teeth ground together; the muscles of your jaw strained with the effort. “I’m not sure what else there is to say about it…. I told you that I loved you, and you couldn’t say it back. I think that says it all.”

Tears start to sting at your eyes, and you quickly turned away. The last thing you need right now is for him to see you cry. 

“Junebug, please.” 

He felt like he’d been kicked in the gut. Watching you hide your tears from him broke his heart. He’d sworn he would never make you cry, and here he was doing it once again.

“Say what you need to say, Frankie.”

 You kept your back to him. You couldn’t bear to look at him. Your teeth clamp down on the inside of your cheek.

“Can you at least look at me?” He pleaded. He needed you to listen, to let him tell you why he did what he did.

That moment was permanently seared into his brain. He would never forget the way your face fell when he didn’t respond to you. He wanted to say it back. God, he wanted to say it more than anything. He even practiced how he would say those words to you at the perfect moment in his bathroom mirror.

 You were the best thing that ever happened to him. He was at his lowest when you met. You were like a ray of sunshine when all he saw were dark clouds. You’d made him feel good again, like he wasn’t a failure. But he couldn’t make himself say it. He was shocked into silence because he didn’t think that you were there yet, and your sudden confession had caught him off guard. All those fears of being a failure had stolen his voice and he watched you run out of his life. He’d been a mess ever since. 

You hugged yourself tightly and reluctantly turned around. Your eyes glanced up at the sky, watching the mass of grey clouds inching ever closer.

Frankie lifted his hat and dragged his hand through his hair. His chest rose and fell in an uneven pattern, and he licked his lips. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. He had to get the words out.

“I’m sorry about what happened.” He told you. “I never meant to hurt you; I swear. That’s the last thing I ever wanted to do.”

“Well, you did!”

The tears you were trying so hard to hold inside were threatening to fall and you swallowed hard, clamping your eyes closed.

Frankie’s hand jutted out to grab yours, but he stopped just short of touching you. Maybe now wasn’t the best time. He sighed heavily and pushed his cap up, smoothing his hair before replacing it. The pained look in his eyes said it all. He knew he was an idiot. He just couldn’t say what you needed to hear.

“Babe…. I’m sorry I couldn’t say the words. I was scared.”

Your eyes snapped open. The crease between your brows deepening.

“Scared….” You asked softly. “Scared of what?”

The toe of his work boot scuffed the cement sidewalk as the thunder rumbled in the distance. His eyes darkened as his past mistakes ran through his mind….. South America….the drugs…Marisa and his little girl. He’d messed up so many things in his life.

“I’m not good enough for you.” He murmured. “You deserve so much better than me.”

Your eyes went wide. That’s what this was all about? You knew about his past but hadn’t realized how deeply it affected him.  Now you could see how much he’d kept it inside.

“Francisco José Morales! How can you even to think that?”

Your lips pressed into a thin line as you studied him.

“You are the best man I know. You’re sweet and kind. You treat me like a princess. How could I possibly do better than that?”

A crooked grin broke out on his face. Why was it that you always knew what to say? You always had a knack for bringing him out of his darkness.

Rain drops began falling, peppering the cement with little dark splotches. Goosebumps prickled your skin as the cool drops ran down your face.

“I love you….so damn much. I don’t want to fuck this up.”

 The ache in voice was palpable as the rain picked up steam, cold and wet as it soaked you both.

Without thinking, you closed the distance between you. Your body pressed against him, and you crushed your lips to his. You kissed him hard, with all the love you had. You needed him to understand that he was all you ever wanted…you couldn’t live your life without him.

He stood frozen for a moment.  That was the last thing he expected you to do. His shock was quickly forgotten as his body responded, and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even closer and kissing you back with equal intensity.

Your mouths mashed together, teeth clacking, both desperately trying to devour each other. His fingers tangled in your soaked hair, gripping it tightly and keeping your mouth pressed against his. 

You moaned into his mouth as his other hand grabbed a handful of your ass, pulling you tightly against the growing bulge in his khakis.

You were both oblivious to the rain pouring down on you, desperately groping and kissing each other like two horny teenagers in plain view of your neighbors.

The deafening crack of thunder combined with the bright flash of lightning was the only thing strong enough to separate you.

You both stared at each other, panting, the rain dripping off your lashes and the bill of Frankie’s ever present Standard Oil trucker hat.

“We…should go inside…” you murmured.

Frankie was on you once again when the door closed behind you. His soft tongue slid between your lips; his large hands worked at the buttons of your soaked blouse.

You grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him toward your bedroom. Your limbs tangled as you both fight to get the other’s wet clothing off, bumping into walls and bumping heads. 

Frankie tripped as he struggled to get his pants off. You giggled as he hopped on one leg and his shoulder banged into the hallway wall with a loud thud.

“You think that’s funny, Junebug? Just wait 'til I get you on that bed.”

You both fell into bed together, your wet hair soaking your sheets. Frankie descended on you, the weight of him pressing you firmly into the mattress.

He just stared down at you for a moment like he was trying to memorize your features. He smoothed the damp hair that had been stuck to your face as he lowered his face to yours, taking your lips in a slow, passionate kiss.

His mouth worked against yours slowly, his tongue parting your lips to let him in. His tongue filled your mouth with slow, languid thrusts.

His hands snaked down your naked body toward your panties and his mouth followed, leaving open mouthed kisses on your chin, down your neck and over the slope of your breasts. He stopped for a moment, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking and rolling his tongue around the sensitive nub until it became a stiffened peak. You arched your back into him as he lavished the same attention to your other nipple. The ache between your legs grew stronger and you felt the desire pooling there, soaking your panties.

A low chuckle escaped Frankie’s lips as his mouth continued to move lower, hooking his fingers into your panties and tugging them down to bare you to him completely.

“Hermosa.” His voice was hushed, floating to your ears like the sweetest song.

God, you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. To him, there wasn’t a more perfect creature in this world. His heart hammered in his chest as he wondered what he ever did to deserve you. You’d been by his side through everything. You’d seen him at his best and at his worst.

 His eyes trailed down the curve of your breasts, down to the apex of your thighs, to the treasure that awaited him there that was reserved for only him. He dipped his head between your thighs, and he ate you like a man savoring his last meal. There was no time for teasing today, he had to show you just how much he loved you.

A breathy moan escaped your mouth. His lips and tongue moved in tandem, a rhythm he’d perfected that would always drive you insane. Your fingers tangled in his damp, brown curls as Frankie’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs. A hungry growl from his lips made you buck your hips into him. His tongue swirled around your sensitive bundle of nerves until you cried out his name like a prayer and came on his tongue.

Those gorgeous mocha eyes peered up at you, a satisfied smirk on his lush lips covered in your slick. A trail of sloppy kisses led him back to your mouth, his arm hooking your leg over his elbow; damn near pressing your knee to your chest. You could taste yourself on his tongue and you moaned softly into his mouth, hooking your other leg around his waist.

You would never get tired of hearing the way he groaned softly as he slid his cock inside you. Your walls stretched for him, enveloping him with your warmth. No one could split you open like him.

Frankie pressed his forehead against yours as he found his rhythm. He could live here, inside you. It felt like your body was made just for him, like a key finding its lock.

His hips began to move faster, his thrusts more urgent as you both panted against each others' mouths. He would never get enough of you. The way you felt was like heaven to him, a heaven he didn’t feel like he deserved but he would never let you go again.

No one could ever make you feel as good as Frankie. He knew your body almost better than you did. The tension began to build in your stomach and your legs began to tremble. Frankie’s large hands gripped your shoulders, pulling you down onto him even further, making you mewl loudly and arch your back into him.

He knew exactly what this meant. You were close, and he was going to get you there. His thrusts became sloppier, but I less powerful, still hitting the spot that only he could reach.

“Come on, querida.” He pants, almost desperately. The bed creaked as he pounded into you.

  “Dámelo….dámelo…..please…one more…I want to watch you come.” His eyes are fixed on you, his pupils blown, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Whatever invisible force holding you together suddenly vanished, and you saw white. Your mind is only filled with one thing…him.  You clung to him as your walls fluttered around him, whimpering his name.  He followed you a few thrusts later and spilled into you with a strangled grunt.

Your eyes finally regained focus as you both came down from your high. He looked just as wrecked as you felt…his brown curls were a mess, and his lips parted as he panted.

He pulled you close as he rolled onto his back, resting your head on his chest.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

His voice was rough and breathless. A satisfied hum left your lips as his fingers gently caressed your arm. You knew you would be a little sore in the morning, but it was worth it to have him in your bed again.

“Yeah. I’m okay, baby.”

A comfortable silence filled the room as you listened to the sounds of your breathing mixed with the patter of rain against your bedroom window. Your eyes closed as the gentle thrum of Frankie’s heart pulsed against your cheek. This is what you always wanted. This is where you were meant to be. You were content to lay here forever…until you saw his soaked khakis in a heap in your bedroom doorway.

“I’ll be right back.” You disentangled yourself from his arms, but his hand flew out to stop you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” his brow arched, and a hint of a smirk tugged at his lips.

Your head swiveled around to look at him with a crooked grin.

“Our clothes are soaked. I was going to throw them in the dryer.”

His eyes went wide. He couldn’t believe you were worried about the clothes. You weren’t going to need them any time soon, not if he could help it.

“Don’t worry about the clothes, Junebug. They can wait.”

Of course, the clothes could wait. They weren’t important, but it wasn’t in your nature to not worry about the little things.

His chest tightened as you crawled back into his arms. The feeling of completeness washed over him like the rain pouring outside.

Maybe it was an omen that it finally started to rain after all these weeks of drought. Maybe the rain was the universe’s way of washing away the hurt and past mistakes, making way for growth and a new beginning for you both. This was a chance to begin again, and he was going to spend every day making sure he didn’t blow it. He was going to give you the life you deserved.

[beardedjoel]

🎀 wip wednesday! 🎀

thank you for the tags darlings @evolnoomym @kedsandtubesocks

debated what to share this week, i don't have too much new, but i am slowly poking around in a new series when i have the inspo. it was hard to find a passage to share with y'all to not give too too much away but hehe. i love them very much already.

“No need to be. Jus’ a chance for us to get to know each other. A meal, some nice chatter, and we’ll have y’home by ten. Jus’ in time to go back out and do whatever it is you like to do.”  You laugh, the smile reaching your eyes as you feel your face warming up, starting to remember why you’d been excited to come here tonight in the first place. Joel has been sweet and funny, someone you really wouldn’t have minded getting to know outside of all the complications it posed. “I’m afraid I’m usually one of the world’s most boring twenty one year olds. That’ll probably be bed time for me, actually.” “Well you have that in common w’ a damn fifty four year old, so how’s that feel?” “Shitty,” you deadpan, and Joel cracks up, throwing his head back a little. 

no pressure tags / sry if you already did this! @strang3lov3 @guiltyasdave @burntheedges @mountainsandmayhem @hauntedhowlett @ovaryacted

[kedsandtubesocks]

WIP Wednesday

thank you so much to my darling lovely @jolapeno for the tag I can’t wait to read your Frankie piece!!

Okay… so I want to be honest - I’m at a point where I haven’t written anything new cause my mind keeps jumping between new wips since I don’t know what to focus on (sorry if that doesn’t make sense 😭)

So I’m hoping y’all can maybe help give me direction & some guidance? 🥺💗✨

no pressure tags: @perotovar @pedgito @hauntedhowlett @saradika @lowlights

@quinnnfabrgay-writes @burntheedges @morallyinept @guiltyasdave @almostfoxglove @gasolinerainbowpuddles @amanitacowboy @wannab-urs @schnarfer

I’m so sorry if there’s anyone I missed but pls join in - I wanna know all about your WIPs!!

[mushgloomz]

WIP Wednesday 🤠

thank u to the ever so lovely @guiltyasdave for the tag!! <3

treating you guys to some snippets from the fics I’ve been adding to this week - i posted Say ‘Ahh’ this week too (it’s lurking on my blog somewhere?? idk how to link things still LOOL)

Electric Ladyland - Javi Gutierrez x Reader

Scriptures - Joel Miller x Reader (pls someone tell me they get the fleabag reference)

Anticipation - Dieter Bravo x Reader

Darling, Dearest, Mine - Harry Castillo x Reader (part of my PPCU Smut Challenge)

anyway hope y’all enjoy!! npt for some of my favs: @ohhoneypascal @itwasntimethatdidit40 @evolnoomym @baronessvonglitter @daryltwdixon @letsgobarbs @missyorkswhore @sp00kymulderr @strang3lov3 @stellamarielu @tateypots @yorksgirl

[luxurychristmaspudding]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

goooooooood evening my lovelies.

you’ve caught me on a not-very-hot-girl string of days - sweaty and tired, trying to sort my classroom before the school year starts, and i have a tummy ache.

the horrors persist, but so do we, friends.

thank you ever so much for my tags, darlings @for-a-longlongtime @penvisions @whocaresstillthelouvre @ace-turned-confused @magpiepills

@thelightsandtheroses @thetriumphantpanda @sawymredfox @evolnoomym @guiltyasdave

i have not one, but two half-way (probs less) there things to show you like gemstones in a gift shop (@toomanytookas this time I promise not to put them in my mouth 👀)

‘God - motherfuckin’ - shit.’ Joel snorts at you. ‘You kiss your mother with that mouth?’ You flip him off as you slam the door closed. ‘Yeah. Suck your dick with it, too.’ His lips quirk, watching as you stand with your hip against the front of the car; a box in one hand, the other shielding your eyes from the sun. You watch his smirk grow, feeling the trickle of sweat down your spine. ‘There a reason why you’re here?’ You roll your eyes, like it should be obvious. ‘Freezer’s fucked,’ you huff, holding the brightly coloured cardboard up for him to see. ‘Can I put them in yours?’ ‘Popsicles?’ Joel frowns. You pout, and he can feel his already weak resolve dissolving. ‘Please, Joel. They’re literally the only thing keeping me sane.’

(proceeds to get railed)

and completely unrelated:

np tags to these lovely peeps: @pascalssbabyy @covetyou @schnarfer @jolapeno @goodwithcheese

@yopossum @yxtkiwiyxt @dancingtotuyo @sixhours @joelsgreys

[moonlight-prose]

lilac, fern & french rose <3

and if we kissed to break the tension i think we'd fall in love babes.😘🖤

[lotusbxtch]

WIP Wednesday Saturday lol

Thanks @mountainsandmayhem @itwasntimethatdidit40 @mermaidgirl30 and whoever else I missed for the tags!

This week has been busy for me so I'm just now getting to share, but for your patience, I bring you both the moodboard AND an excerpt from SCNC ch 3! Thank you to my darling @for-a-longlongtime for workshopping the moodboard and to @mountainsandmayhem for workshopping the consent dialogue! (smut under the cut, 18+ only, MDNI!)

He grabs you gently by the throat again. “Listen very carefully if you want to come tonight.” You nod, your body flaring with desire at Joel’s dominance. “I’m going to sit against this headboard, and you are going to sit right between my legs, with your back to me. I’m going to spread your pretty thighs for Frankie and he’s going to eat you out until you come for us. Understood?” You nod rapidly. “Words, sweetness,” Joel reminds you. “Yes, Joel,” you barely manage to squeak out. Joel murmurs approvingly, and slides himself behind you as he said he would. Bracketed on either side by his strong thighs, you’ve never felt more safe. Once the both of you are settled in position, Joel leans towards you again. “What’s our safeword?” “Persimmon,” you and Frankie say simultaneously.  Joel looks up at Frankie, slightly surprised, a devious smile curling his lips. “Such a good girl, explaining our rules to Frankie,” he purrs into your ear, and you preen at the praise.

ETA: tagging y'all from the SCNC tag list, sorry I forgot!

@sin-djarin @nerdieforpedro @almostfoxglove @mermaidgirl30

@perotovar @penvisions @guiltyasdave @legendary-pink-dot

@arcanefox207 @qveerthe0ry @reggiesfilthylittlesecret @jessthebaker @toshatoshalopez 

@almostempty @cuppajoel @pastawench @regalwhovianbrowncoat774 @kungfucapslock

@flyingthroughheaven @theoraekenslover @indiegirlunited @pedrospurplerain

@campingwiththecharmings @magneticecstasy @ozarkthedog @tonysopranosrobe 

@whocaresstillthelouvre @aurorawritestoescape @joelstummy @pedropeach @oliveksmoked

[ovaryacted]

WIP GAME!

Rules: make a post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have wips - people send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

Thank you for the tag darling @missredherring 🫶 I'm not gonna lie, I've been in a funk (thx depression & existential dread) and actively trying to get myself out of it bit by bit. Also my docs are a mess, and I'm a tad bit paranoid to even share anything about my writing on here. But this is my page and I run it like the marines so might as well post my silly WIPs anyway. Here's some things I'm working on in no particular order, and before anyone asks, yes there's a lot of Joel in here. I want to fuck him. Let me live please.

Guilty As Sin - Ch. 2 (Marcus Acacius x reader)

fucking modern! Joel Miller after some drinks

Daddy Dom! Jackson Joel Miller

Real Eater Type Shit (Joel Miller x reader)

Raider! Joel Miller

NP TAGS: @joelsdagger @joeloverture @strang3lov3 @gothcsz @ozarkthedog @pedgito @pedroscurls @almostfoxglove @guiltyasdave @gutsby @mrsmando @moonlight-prose (I don't remember who else to tag lmaoo but feel free to join anyway. Sorry if you've already been tagged! <3)

[almostfoxglove]

for the WIP folder, I fear so many have asked excellent ones (stupid time zones) and I wondered if there’s anything you’d love to share about anything on the list! or any pretties or anything else.

Ily ily ily

SWEET DARLING JO!! how about two little somethings, just because I love you so much??

here's another peek at some dieter ANGST for @guiltyasdave & @sizzlingcloudmentality's writing through the seasons challenge (you can see the first peek / more info here) cause the angst is really speaking to me. dieter has a vast capacity for wallowing which tbh, I'm really jamming with. poor man :,)

aaand why not some maxwell lord pre-amble to smut that is technically part of @baronessvonglitter's fucktober challenge (ADRIANA IT'S SO LATE I AM SO SORRY I SWEAR I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ABOUT IT MY BRAIN IS JUST DUMB). smut is always finicky for me, I usually have to be in just the right mood, but I think this might be fun once I get in the groove!! it's definitely going to be a little filthy. aH

📝 wip folder game

[evolnoomym]

Thank youuuu for the tag sweethearts @slimybeth69 @ace-turned-confused @joelmillerisapunk 🫶🏻🩵

Round 1:

Smash: Javi G -> He’s cute so it would be a nice time with him. He would treat me sooooooo well and make sure I feel comfortable (consent king) which I appreciate. Maybe he would even let me Dom him a lil bit 😏

Marry: Dave York -> yeahhhhhhhhh I want to be Murder Daddy’s Wife. He probably stalked me loooooooooooong before I noticed him. Wormed his way in my life and obviously wanted to lock that pussy down for good. (He’s possessive). He likes it rough (so do I) and perhaps I’ll convince him to do some Hunter & Prey sex play. 🤤

Terminate: Pero Tovar -> literally don’t know anything about him and I’m not super attracted to him either sooooooo bye bye Pero.

Round 2:

Smash: Oberyn Martell -> that dude fucks soooooo much that just know he would rock my world. Hell maybe he invites me to a sensual orgy with all his other lovers. I’ll walk -no scratch that I won’t be able to walk afterwards- I will drag myself out of there 100000000% satisfied.

Marry: Marcus Moreno -> I will marry that hot & sweet suburban dad for sure, I knooooooow he’s a darling but I’m convinced I could tickle his inner whore out of him 😉

Terminate: Ezra -> I’m sorry for this decision but out of all of them one had to go (I’ll make it up to him somehow)

Round 3:

Smash: Din Djarin -> All I gotta say to this decision is, that I have a hugeeeeee Mask kink and literally would be so down to fuck this tin man into oblivion 🤭🤭

Marry: Jack “Whiskey” Daniel’s -> Come onnnnnnn y’all, of course I want to ride the cowboy for the rest of his life 😉

Terminate: Tim Rockford -> I don’t really know him and there’s no connection soooooo bye bye Tim (he’s hot don’t get me wrong, just compared to the other 2 guys he loses)

Round 4:

Smash: Lucien -> if I just wanna get laid, he seems like a good choice 👍🏻

Marry: Javier Peña -> besides getting railed by a “pornstar” literally all the time, he would protect me and be an Angel once he can let down his guard.

Terminate: Dieter Bravo -> here it’s the same as before, compared to the previous 2 Dieter is the least interesting (no offense)

Round 5:

Smash: Frankie Morales -> You know what I’ll choose him as my fuck buddy, he’s cute with some issues and I also I could dom him a lil bit. Perfect in my opinion. (Frankie baby I will write for you soon 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻)

Marry: Joel Miller -> I feel like that choice needs zero explanation, look at my Masterlist, he will be forever my number 1 so of course I marry him. 😇

Terminate: General Acacius -> Although I don’t despise the General (he can claim this pussy anytime) one had to go and again in comparison to the previous 2, he lost.

Npt: @aurorawritestoescape @milla-frenchy @thundermartini @beardedjoel @encasedinobsidian @magpiepills @strang3lov3 @beefrobeefcal @noxturnalnymph @sawymredfox @ovaryacted @pedgito @amanitacowboy @yorksgirl @almostfoxglove @almostempty @arcanefox207 @joeloverture @intheorangebedroom @punkshort @sunshineispunk @the-mandawhor1an @penvisions @itsokbbygrl @burntheedges @tightjeansjavi @macfrog @chronically-ghosted @604to647 @syd-djarin @mountainsandmayhem @mrsmando @pedrospatch @morallyinept @iamasaddie @moonlitbirdie @pedropeach @joelstummy @joelsdagger @sizzlingcloudmentality @guiltyasdave @pedrospookie 🩵

Comment who you’d choose from each round 👀🥵

[moonlight-prose]

fic authors self rec! when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. (if you feel like it, no pressure.) spread the self-love ❤️

hello babes! okay so i was gonna dig and procure like fics from so many years ago, but i think i have settled on what i really really love that i have created so here we go:

right where you left me - logan howlett

hurt - joel miller

blood along the moon - bruce wayne

it always belonged to you - poe dameron

black velvet - biker/bartender!din djarin

i could add quite a few more cause i've written a lot, but these are ones i personally re-read.

[moonlight-prose]

right where you left me? <3

my darling! i already answered about this but i will drop a small snippet of the next chapter + some bonus info that won't make it in the series.

right where you left me

a big part of this series that i would have loved to touch on more is the small moments shared between logan and honey that didn't get added into the mix. how they didn't just all of a sudden fall in love but it was slow. well slow enough for a superhero who is 200 years old.

the title (while dedicated to fortuna for a massive part) still sticks in the chapter we're heading into. logan leaving forces honey to mirror their variant mutant self in this way. they're the ones now saying "i'm right here don't forget to come back because i'm right where you left me behind."

some of the chapter will be below the cut

You don't sleep anymore.

This wasn't due to a lack of exhaustion - you were always tired - you simply couldn't bear to withstand the dreams longer than necessary. They filled your head with their brutality. Ripped apart your psyche in such a short time frame, only to leave you split open and bleeding for the buzzards and vultures to pick at. You were surprised Wade never commented on how you resembled a walking corpse day after day.

Walking amongst the living as your soul was claimed by the dead.

Nightmares quickly became your waking reality. A piece of what Logan left behind had burrowed in your chest, settling deeper than you could ever reach. But that remained the horrid truth. You didn't want to get rid of it - you couldn't fathom the thought for longer than a few seconds. The remedies given by Wade, Laura, Ness, were all flimsy bandaids that you stripped off when they weren't looking - hoping that the darkness within would eventually consume you whole.

What existed in your mind - in the very depths of your heart - were all you had left of the man who disappeared without a trace.