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polaroidpascal · 1 year ago

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girls night out || frankie morales

AO3 || MASTERLIST

pairing : frankie morales x f!reader

summary : after spending a night out for your friend’s birthday, you try to sneak back into the house without disturbing frankie. you thought he was a heavy sleeper, but your mischievous boyfriend never fails to surprise you.

tags : M-18+, no use of y/n, frankie being positively down bad for you, bar outing, alcohol consumption, reader is aware of her decisions and everyone is consenting, mechanical bull shenanigans, p in v sex (practice safe!!), grinding, riding, frankie has a filthy mouth full of praises, lotsss of nicknames, sweet aftercare bc its frankie and he's a sweetheart ofc

WC : ~3k

a/n : happy frankie friday loves !! hope you enjoy 🤭

“What bar is it again?” Frankie calls from the living room.

“It’s called ‘Deo Drinks,” you reply. “Apparently it’s new in town. Anna said she wanted to see what all the fuss is about. Supposed to be pretty nice.”

Tonight is your friend Anna’s birthday, and she wanted to take all of her best friends on a night out to a new local bar that popped up recently. According to her, it’s a nicer venue (as far as bars go, at least), so she suggested that everyone get dressed up nice for the fun of it. You look down when your phone dings, a message from Anna saying:

make sure your outfit is still practical tho! there’s something at the bar i want everyone to try <3

So here you are on a Friday evening, standing in front of your bathroom mirror perfecting your eyeliner, adjusting your hair, waiting to be picked up by your friends. You hear hefty footsteps traversing the hallway, getting closer and closer to your ensuite. You look in the mirror over your shoulder as Frankie rounds the corner. “Hey, check out these pictures of the bar—”

He cuts himself off when he finally looks up to see you. You’re wearing a sheer sparkling black shirt with a simple black tank-top underneath all tucked into your skinny jeans, the whole outfit being tied together with beautifully shiny jewelry and a pair of black heeled ankle boots. In the mirror, you catch his gaze as his eyes size you up and down, unable to pry them from all of the sparkles. You turn around and his eyes finally meet yours.

“Well? What do you think?”

“Baby… you look beautiful,” he says walking toward you, his eyes leaving yours and continuing up and down your body again. “I mean, you always do, but…” His hands trail up to rest at your hips, holding you at a distance so he can look at you.

You stare at his expression until he’s looking at you again, studying your makeup as his pupils visibly grow. You never get tired of watching your effect on him. You finally ask, “So, those pictures?”

“O-oh, right,” he stammers and brings his phone up. “There’s not very many since it’s so new, but I figured you might want to see anyway. Looks pretty cute.” You can hear the small smile creeping on his lips as you watch him scroll through the pictures. You look up again and smile at him, leaning in for a long, sweet kiss. His hands drop down to your waist to bring you closer to his body, but before he can take it further, you both hear the unmistakable sound of a car horn outside.

“That’s them,” you say, breaking away.

He steals another kiss, humming in protest before freeing you from his grip and smiling down at you. “Go ahead, then. Go have fun.” You smile back, turning away. He playfully smacks your ass and you yelp from surprise.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

You look back and give him a wink.

Your friend Emily drives the group to the bar, opting to be the designated driver for the night. Pulling up to the bar, you see the sign and decorations on the building: the bright red neon sign illuminating your face, wooden planks lining the building, and old, fake wooden shutters on the windows. Of course, you think. “‘Deo” for rodeo. It’s a western bar.

Suddenly, your phone goes off again:

Have a good time princess. I’ll be awake to let you in the house later, so call me when you’re on your way. Love you, don’t get too fucked up :)

You chuckle and send back a quick “will do, love you too!” before you walk in with your friends.

The rest of the night is a blast. You learn a few line dances from the regulars in the bar, eat food that’s honestly better than you expected, and drink probably a few too many shots and mixed drinks with the group.

“Guys!” Anna yells, obviously feeling the alcohol at this point. “I can’t believe I almost forgot!” She huddles you all together and leans in so everyone can hear better. “There’s a mechanical bull towards the back. I want everyone to try!”

You make your way towards the back and see that, surprisingly, there aren’t many people back here. You approach the bull and everyone lines up for a turn. One by one, you all get on and see how long you can last. When your turn comes, you get an idea. You hand your phone to Emily, the only sober one of the bunch, and ask, “Could you record my turn for me?” She kindly agrees, taking your phone as you kick off your boots and mount the bull.

Back home, Frankie lounges on the couch relaxing in his sweats and a t-shirt, watching some random movie he found. When his phone chimes, he sits up to grab it, sees it’s from you, and opens the message to a video. Before he can even press play, his eyes go wide.

No fucking way…

He sits up a little straighter and presses play, watching you with bewilderment as you straddle the mechanical bull, meeting every one of its jerks with an equal but opposite rebuttal. He stares at your hips swaying perfectly to keep your balance and your free hand in the air as you exclaim, your friends in the background cheering in excitement. Frankie gazes at your shocked expression. Of course, she’s a natural. He knows exactly why you’re so good at the game, even if you might not.

You ride it so well, but I’d expect nothing less from you ;)

As if he’s being broken from a trance, he notices his sweats feel unusually tight and sees a bulge slowly growing between his legs. He curses the universe that he’s not there with you right now. Though, he probably wouldn’t be able to contain himself anyway, so maybe it’s for the best. He decides that what he really needs is a shower to take care of his… issue.

But nothing will keep that video off his mind for the rest of the night.

By the end of the outing, the only one who can reliably hold her footing is Emily. Birthday girl Anna is by far the drunkest of the bunch, and while you are really not that far behind her, you might be holding your liquor the best of the group. Emily rallies everyone in the car for a ride filled with loud karaoke and copious slurred compliments to each other as she chauffeurs each girl back to their house. You are the second to last passenger to be dropped off, but Emily had planned on staying at Anna’s house anyway, so you were the last stop.

“Do you need me to walk you in?” she asks with a gentle smile through the open window.

“No, no, ‘s okay. Frankie said he left the door open… or something. I don’t remember.” His text from earlier completely slips your mind. “I think he’s sleeping anyway,” you continue with a giggle.

“Okay, I’ll stay here until I see the door close behind you just to make sure you make it in. Goodnight!” she replies.

“G’night!” you say, turning around and making your way to the door. You turn the doorknob as slow as you can and find that Frankie did in fact leave it open for you, but when you walk in, most of the lights are already turned off. You turn and wave to Emily as she pulls off, closing the front door as slowly and quietly as you can. You slip off your boots and leave them at the door, shuffling over to the kitchen to pour a glass of water.

You creep back to your bedroom in methodic yet messy steps, reaching your bathroom. You smear a makeup wipe across your face in a lazy, drunken attempt to clean it up a little and slip into some random comfy clothes that you aren’t sure are yours or Frankie’s, but you don’t really care. Gazing into your bed, you see Frankie’s silhouette, laying on his side under the covers, and you feel a warmth bloom in your chest, thinking about how lucky you feel being able to come home to him.

As you reach down to climb into bed, every intention to spoon Frankie until you fall asleep, you’re interrupted by a hand gently grabbing your forearm. You let out a tiny gasp of surprise. “Frankie?”

“Hey, sweetheart. You made it home alright,” he says sweetly, turning over and sitting up some.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“Did you really think I’d go to sleep before I made sure you got home safe?”

You look down a bit, suddenly remembering his text from earlier. “Hmm… no, I guess not. But I definitely forgot you told me you’d be up,” you reply bashfully.

“I heard you as soon as you walked through the door, anyway.” A grin breaks out across his mouth.

Your eyebrows raise, surprised. “Really?”

He lets out a chuckle. “I know you tried, but you weren’t really that good at keeping the noise down.”

You look down and giggle too. You really thought you were being quiet.

“Plus,” he continues, “I couldn’t sleep if I tried, thinking about that goddamn video you sent earlier.”

You think for a second and remember. Ohh, the bull. You grin back at him seeing his eyes grow dark merely remembering it. And now that you’re finally back in front of him, he’s ravenous. “Oh really?” you tease. “You liked it?”

“Liked it? Baby…” he says, reaching up to grab your sides and pull you closer into a gentle but hungry kiss. He pulls away, his lips mere centimeters from yours, and whispers, “You wanna show me how you did it?”

You see a glimmer of desperation in his eyes underneath his playful tone and nod. He kisses you again, a little sloppier this time as he guides you to straddle him. You lean down and melt into his lips, your tongues waltzing together. You can already feel the outline of his cock stiffening up in his pants and you subconsciously guide your hips up and down the growing bulge.

He growls into your mouth and you swallow the noise, suddenly aware of the warm wetness growing between your legs. You keep grinding, feeling him get harder and harder, moving your kisses across his cheek and down his jaw. He groans as you lick the muscle flexing on his neck when he tilts back to give you better access. You kiss back up to his ear, nipping at the lobe and whisper softly, “Touch me, Frankie…”

His hands wander down from your face to the bottom of your shirt and he pulls it off over your head freeing your tits to the colder air of the room. His lips immediately attach to you, licking and sucking at your nipple and drawing sweet moans from your lips. He hums back at you, the vibrations reverberating against your skin and moving down between your legs as another wave of wetness fills your panties.

“Frankie… need you inside…” you whine, his tongue furiously working against the hardening bud. “Please…”

“Mmm, always such a needy girl,” he says. “Be a little patient. I missed you.” He helps you out of your soaked underwear and sees just how wet you are. “Fuck princess, you really are needy…”

His hand resting on your hip glides over to your middle, his thumb ghosting over your clit as your hips buck forward chasing the new sensation. You whine as he slowly, agonizingly teases the sensitive bundle of nerves and stares at your face watching it contort with pleasure.

“Yes, Frankie… needy jus’ for you… all you…” you whimper breathlessly at his touch. He loves when you’re like this, losing yourself to the sensations he gives you, soaking him with your slick. He can feel your wetness soaking through his sweats as your naked core rubs against his fingers and clothed cock.

“Goddamn, gorgeous. Feels good, doesn’t it?” he teases, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, please…” you mewl. You keep grinding against him, the pressure in your lower belly building quicker and quicker. “Fill me up… please… wanna come on your cock…”

A guttural moan rumbles in his chest at that and he lifts you slightly to free his throbbing cock from his pants, precome already making the tip sparkle. He loses the pants completely and he guides you to lower down onto him. “Thaaat’s it baby… fuck, feel so good and warm,” he encourages, your walls welcoming him with every inch added inside. You gasp and moan at the stretch despite being so wet that you’re practically dripping for him. You quickly settle and feel positively stuffed. “Perfect fit. Pussy was made for me, princess.” He brings you down for a deep kiss before he says, “Now, show me how you rode that bull.”

You sit up and rest your hands on his chest for support as you slowly rock your hips forward and backward, gripping his shirt as you go. Sinful moans fill the room when you glide forward feeling the skin on his belly rub perfectly against your clit at the same time. “Fuck, Frankie…”

“Doing so good princess,” he praises, using his hands on your hips to help guide you back and forth, encouraging you to slowly pick up speed. “Yeah, ride me like you rode that bull, baby. Fuck… show me how good you are.” You sit up and pick up speed a bit at the praises he gives you, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. “Yes, beautiful. You’re so good. Gonna come on my cock baby?”

Your walls flutter around him and he groans at the feeling. “Mhm,” you reply in a high-pitched whine and a nod. You claw at his shirt wanting to feel his skin. “Want this off. Wanna feel you.”

Frankie lifts up a little, ripping the shirt off his body and tossing it off the bed. Your hands roam his chest, feeling him up and down. Your face contorts at the sudden tightness in your abdomen. “Gonna come for you… oh my god…”

“That’s it, keep going… come for me baby, let me feel you squeeze me.. so good…” Frankie drives his hips up just a little as you grind yourself to a shaking orgasm on top of him, crying out in pleasure and collapsing onto his chest. He wraps his arms around you and keeps fucking into you, letting you ride out your orgasm on top of him.

He keeps going, slower now as you come down from your high, holding you in place with those perfectly muscular arms. “My good little cowgirl, wish I could have been there to watch you earlier,” Frankie praises as he moves and you’re teetering on the edge of overstimulation. While you’re still a little dazed from the booze, your senses are heightened nonetheless, and he fills them all. His scent fills your nose as you bury it into the crook of his neck, you feel his burning touch wrapped around your body, and you hear the sweet sounds and praises he mutters into your ear.

“Frankie… ‘m gonna come again…” you manage to whimper out.

“Already princess? Feels that good, huh?” he teases, but he’s barely holding on himself. You can feel the unmistakable throbbing of his cock inside of you. “Go ahead, baby. Come on my cock… not gonna last too much longer either…”

The rolling waves of pleasure overtake you quicker than you thought they would. Without a chance to warn him, you convulse under his touch, soaking him in your pleasure and writhing on top of him. Your muffled cries fill the room and send Frankie into a frenzy, fucking into you with sloppy, hard thrusts.

“Fuck yes, baby… I’m so close… my little cowgirl, ride me so good… fuck!” he yells and quickly pulls out, dropping one hand from around your body to pump his length, spilling all over his stomach in between your bodies. His legs shake and so do yours, barely able to keep yourself hovered over him. You meet his grunting with your own whimpering as you both pant your way through the aftershocks of your orgasms.

You stay laying on his chest, still held there by Frankie’s other arm and panting into his neck. Your tired eyes stay closed and you just want to lay right here on top of him with his sticky mess between you both. And you do, for a while, Frankie unable to completely catch his breath from the ride you just gave him, until he finally chirps up, “I knew you’d be an expert, princess.”

You smile and giggle. You remember hoping earlier when you sent him that video that it would drive him crazy like this, and your plan worked. “Knew you’d wanna see it first hand,” you murmur through tiredness, lingering alcohol, and complete fucked-out bliss.

He gently flips you over and lays you in the bed, getting up to retrieve a towel and clean up his mess. He wipes his stomach walking back over to the bed and gently does the same to you, pressing a kiss right below your belly button. You hum quietly and he gives you another kiss on your forehead. When Frankie climbs back into bed, you tuck yourself into his arms getting swallowed in his embrace, both of you wiggling into a comfortable position before you sigh, satisfied in every way you possibly could be.

“Goodnight, cowgirl,” he whispers and kisses the top of your head. He can tell from the feeble attempt at a response that you’re nearly asleep, and he hugs you a little tighter before you both doze off together.

a/n : could possibly have a fluffy little sequel for this if anyone would ever maybe want that...

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gosmigenergy · 7 months ago

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KINKTOBER 2024 / Day One

HANDJOBS / TEMPERATURE PLAY / BREAST WORSHIP (@absurdthirst)

Starring: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader

Summary: When you decide to tag along with Francisco, his idea of a regular fishing trip changes when you take advantage of the quiet surroundings.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No use of Y/N, drinking/alcohol, swimming in open water, language, alludes to struggling to swim/drowning (reader just panics, it doesn’t occur), handjob.

Word Count: 2.7k

Author’s Notes: Hello, I’m back for another Kinktober! Just to let you know, these may be a little sporadic, I’ve struggled to get into the writing mood this year but I’ll deliver what I can. Also I couldn’t make my mind up on a list so I’ll be flicking between two prompt lists, anyway, enjoy 😘

Frankie always did these trips on his lonesome.

He’d rent a little cabin tucked away in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by vast lakes, and drive miles to get there. It was an escape from the hustle and bustle of trying to get by, allowed him peace of mind from all the shit that was going on and most importantly, it took him away from his vices.

He didn’t mind his own company but when you offered, he couldn’t say no.

“Are you sure? It might get a little boring.”

You saw the tips of his ears turn pink as he nervously played with the peak of his cap.

After everything he’d been through, getting busted, losing his pilot license and that trip with the boys he won’t say anything about, you thought he could use the company. You were sure he was using the term boring to deter you from going.

It was the fourth day and, unbeknown to him, you were indeed getting a little bored.

When you first met Frankie, you though his nickname had come from the fact that, occasionally, he’d look at you with his big brown eyes and his plump lips parted, decorated with patchy whiskers. Part of that was true, it also turns out, the man loves to fish.

He did pretty well on the first couple of days, cooking his catches for breakfast, lunch and dinner but today, he wasn’t having so much luck.

You had taken the trip as an opportunity to switch off as much as you could, the lack of signal in every location a godsend. You hadn’t checked your emails since the moment you got to the cabin, hadn’t looked at the screen to see your notifications and even though you’d taken photographs, you hadn’t posted them online.

When you got ready in the morning, you dressed in the loosest pieces you had, did the shortest skin care routine possible and left with no makeup. You mostly read on the blanket and cushions next to Frankie’s fold away stool, every now and again going for a walk in the wilderness, inhaling the fresh air deeply.

He sighed exasperated and your ears caught the whir of the fishing line.

“Nothing biting?”

He grunted.

Peeking up from the pages of your book, you could see the curls flicking from underneath his battered old cap, his wide shoulders hunched. He looked so broad on that tiny stool he perched on, his legs spread out for him to be comfortable.

You blink as you come back to where you are.

“Why don’t you take a break?”

The stones on the bank crunched under his hiking boots as he stood up, heading to the one cooler to pull out a beer. He instinctively grabs two and joins you on the blanket, pulling the tabs of the can before holding one out to you.

“Thanks,” you say as you push yourself off your front.

Once you sit with your ass firmly to a cushion, you take it from him, your fingers brushing his. You feel the heat come to your cheeks so you turn your head back to the lake as you take a sip.

“What you reading?”

He lifts his chin to your discarded book.

“Just a romance novel.”

His brows furrow, “It’s not one of those smutty ones, is it?”

You were on fire.

“Maybe,” the word squeaks.

“Can’t be better than the real thing though, can it?”

“I dunno,” you look at him as he leans back and admires the view. “Sometimes.”

He chuckles, “You’re sleeping with the wrong people, hermano.”

It was in your best interest to change the subject before you said anything stupid.

You didn’t know whether Frankie felt the same about you as you did him. When you met, you were immediately drawn to his big brown eyes and his laugh could bounce off the walls. His shyness melted away the more he got to know you, he was witty, unreserved. Sure, there were moments where the quietness returned, moments like this but it was comfortable.

“D’you think I could go for a swim?”

He shrugged, “Probably.”

As he drove the truck in, he didn’t see any signs to say you couldn’t, the pair of you hadn’t seen another human being in hours.

Hauling yourself up, you pull the tie of your drawstring trousers, kicking off your shoes.

“You bring a swimsuit?”

“Nope.”

You shrugged off your cardigan and let it fall to a puddle at your feet. Hooking your thumbs under the waistline of your trousers, you shove the fabric past your hips and abandon them with the rest of your clothes.

Frankie couldn’t help sneaking a look.

The knickers you wore were simple but the elastic followed the curve of your ass perfectly, the high cut elevating the length of your legs. He swallowed, cursing himself, he shouldn’t have looked.

You don’t even notice but he repositions himself in case you do.

Keeping on your baby tee, you tread carefully towards the water’s edge.

“It’s gonna be cold,” he calls.

You already gathered that as the chill hit your toes and sent a shiver all the way through your body. Taking a breath, you took another step and then another before you squealed as you went deeper into the water.

He laughed as he does, chest shaking as his smile broadens to show his teeth.

“How is it?”

Once the initial cold had sunk into your skin, it was quite refreshing. The water was crisp and clear, as you waded through the lake floor darkened into a deep turquoise.

“You should join me.”

“No thanks,” he drinks his beer. “Don’t go too far.”

“I won’t.”

You paddled around for a while longer, coming close to the edge before you flip onto your back and float aimlessly.

Frankie kept his eye on you, watched as your body drifted back and forth, the smile constant on his lips. Your book pages danced in front of him as a light breeze whistled over the lake, the leaves on the trees rustling softly.

It called to him.

Picking it up, he looked at the cover first. Pictured was a woman dressed in white with notable pointed ears and a fangs, behind was a wolf against a night sky. The opening line of the blurb suggested a ‘dangerous alliance’ and a ‘new paranormal romance’ and in all honesty, he didn’t expect it from you. He put down his beer, choosing to read the first few lines to see all the fuss was about.

He guessed you were enjoying yourself and you were.

You had started to swim again, having drifted further out than you expected, hoping you could get back to the bank without Frankie realising. He had his head in your book anyway. The water rippled gently as you kept your limbs under the surface, head held high. You continued to ignore the odd tickle, believing you were just going through some weeds. It wasn’t until something definitely brushed your shin and you caught the silhouette as it swam away.

Your scream made him jump.

“You alright?”

He glances over the book, you’re a little far out than he’d like.

“Something touched my leg,” you cry.

You position yourself upright, swirling your arms to keep steady as you breathe, attempting to calm your pounding heart. After a few moments, you carry on swimming however the fear had entered your system.

The instant another unknown thing touch your skin, you panicked.

“Frankie… Frankie, help me!”

“Shit.”

He was up on his feet with the first call of his name, hearing the urgency in your tone. Throwing the book down, he hurries to the bank and scrambles to get his shoes off.

You’re floundering, your mind not processing what it needed to remain afloat. The lake bed was a fraction too deep for you to plant your feet and have your head above the surface and all you could think about was the mysterious creature taking you under like how the sirens did the sailors.

“Querida, kick your feet.”

You whimper as you follow his instruction, his voice alarmingly cool. His hands come to your wrists to stop you from thrashing, the gentle squeeze causing your eyes to open.

“Just breathe, I got you.”

He breathes with you, drawing your frame closer to his. Your hands reach for his shoulders and he allows you to place your palms on his bare skin. He delivers the faintest of nods as he lets go, spreading his arms out so he can keep the both of you floating.

You press your body to his, wrapping your arms around his neck.

When your feet finally find the floor, you still hug yourself to his side and he only lets go of you to grab the blanket. You pick one of the discarded cushions and sit down as he throws it over your shoulders, wandering back to pick up his clothes and boots.

No longer distracted by your impending danger, you realise Frankie had stripped down to his briefs. The sodden fabric clung to every muscle, outlining the curve of his butt cheeks and you couldn’t take your eyes off him, fully aware that he was turning around.

And even he couldn’t hide that cock.

You swallowed thickly as the saliva built in your mouth, your desire present between your legs as he approached you. Shrugging the blanket off your shoulder, you offer him a space next to you, you wouldn’t allow him to freeze on account of your stupidity.

He plucked his cap from the ground before huddling near, your thighs touching only turning you on more.

Neither of you spoke.

The goosebumps arrived all over your skin, your nipples visibly pert under your wet tee and you were trying to decipher whether it was the cold or something else. His arm slips behind your back, a hand coming to your waist as he pulls you close and tightens the blanket around your forms.

He starts to rub his hand up and down to build the warmth between you. Your head drops to his shoulder and you close your eyes, focusing on the smallest details. His callous fingertips as the follow your outline, his heartbeat slowing to it’s normal pace, his breath dancing over your hair.

Then you do something stupider.

Frankie froze when your hand landed softly on his inner thigh.

His breath hitched as you stroked your thumb until his initial surprise faded, he sighed.

You carried on up his leg, your pinkie finger grazing the edge of his brief that clung to his muscle.

Part of him knew he should stop you, that maybe this was just adrenaline coursing through your veins but he’d wanted this for so long. He could never find the to speak his truth, the two of you got on like a house on fire and he was worried that if he admitted it, the walls would come crumbling down.

Instead, he found his free hand enveloping yours.

“Frankie,” you whisper, pausing as you think of your words carefully. “Can I —“

“Please,” he says breathily.

You giggle excitably as you climb over and come to your knees between his legs. Slipping a hand into his briefs, you cup his heavy balls before kneading them gently.

He releases an audible exhale, adjusting the blanket so it came over your shoulders and hid his dignity. His eyes flitted around your surroundings, military instincts scoping out the area because it would be his luck for someone to interrupt this.

The coast is clear and he relaxes, leaning back on his hands.

You roll his balls a few more times before extending your index finger, teasing the base of his cock. It twitched, stiffening further at the pleasure of finally receiving someone else touch. You let go, both hands wrapping around the waist and tug them to unleash his length.

The tips of his ear begin to burn and he drops his head to hide his blushing cheeks, his cap covering his face, the Standard Oil logo flashing at you.

You don’t mind, continuing to explore what was in front of you.

You draw a single finger up his shaft, feeling every groove, every vein until you reached the tip. There was already a bead of precum weeping, you scoop it with your thumb and spread the hot liquid over the head.

He juddered.

“Is this ok?”

Your thumb still circles his flushing tip.

“Uh-huh.”

You smile to yourself, hearing the roughness in his tone. Leaning forward, you push a string of spit from your mouth and let it dribble over his cock, a gratifying hum rumbling up from his chest.

Wrapping your hand around his girth, you slowly start to pump your hand.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans.

He meets your eyes as his head comes up for air. After seeing the blown irises, you see his gaze drop from your face to your breasts and though they’re covered, he can see the faintest jiggle as your movements quicken.

Transfixed, he doesn’t see your hand twist, your delicate fingers tightening around him.

The sound he makes is something mixed with laughter and annoyance. He could easily cum in your hand right now yet he’d waited so fucking long, he was going to edge no matter what trick you pulled. Even it that was the fingertips of your free hand tickling at his balls before your palm grabbed him roughly.

You had no idea what he just said as he slurred a profanity in his second language.

He couldn’t stay mad at you, not when you batted your eyelashes and smiled innocently. The contortion on his face loosened yet the knot in his brows remained.

His muscles grew tense as you worked him, his volume only increasing.

Releasing his balls, you placed your hand underneath the other, halting your movements with one firm squeeze. He whined, his hips trying to pry his cock from your hands, he didn’t want this to end but the knot was straining in his stomach.

You gave a few leisurely strokes before pumping him hard.

His chin fell to his chest as he panted, his stomach caving inward before he came with an extended groan. His hot seed spread over your hands as you worked him more and more to gain every drop, droplets spreading into his pubes and across his navel.

He didn’t have the strength to lift his head.

You looked at your hands, the cum coating the skin, your fingers sticking together. Your tongue flicks over your lips as you fail to resist trying a taste. Sticking an entire index finger in your mouth, you roll your tongue and his sharp flavour soaks into your tastebuds.

Eyes are on you.

You meet his bashful expression, blinking at him as you release your finger with a pop.

“You gonna finish that?”

You giggle, “I don’t think I’ll be able to eat it all by myself.”

He gives a hearty laugh before he shows signs of concern.

“We should get you back before you catch a cold.”

“I’ll clean myself up.”

You rise and let the blanket fall onto his lap.

Frankie hated to see his cum get washed away but that called for better, warmer circumstances. He watched as you squatted at the water’s edge and swilled your hands, shivering as you stood back up.

“Come and change your shirt.”

You race over and tuck your frame under the blanket. Bracing yourself, you peel of the damp fabric and toss it to the side. The goosebumps spread over your bare body quickly, your nipples getting harder but he’s already guiding your head into his own t-shirt. He helps you get your arms through the holes before leaning back to admire you.

“It suits you,” he smiles, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Thanks.”

He lifted his legs and fought to get his briefs off, reaching for his cargo pants. Worming his way into them, he jumped up to button them up, hiding any evidence of what just occurred. He offered a hand to you.

And you knew when you took it, this whole trip was going to get even more interesting.

#kinktober 2024 #kinktober #triple frontier #triple frontier x reader #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x f!reader #fanfic #im gonna post this and log off just like last year

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duunee · 20 days ago

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Mirror mirror on the wall whos the microwav-iest of them all

MICROWAVE!! ! HUZZAH! Updated their ref sheet!! And design a little :3. One of the many ref sheets I need to do before the Rain World discord "art fight"!! Who else is excited I'm so excited

#“why are my posts not getting much attention!!” *posts at 2am*#sorry gang #IM SO PROUD OF THEIR REDESIGN THOUGH!! I feel like i did a good job :"D #rain world #rainworld #rain world oc #art #artwork #digital art #slugcat #slugcat oc #slug cat #oc #procreate #catfish #red tailed catfish #fish

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milfromanroy · 1 year ago

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THEYRE SO FUCKING FUNNY IM CRYING 😭

#no IM a vampire... thats a fucking... catfish with teeth 😟#IM CRYINGGG #iwtv #interview with the vampire #amc iwtv #louis de pointe du lac #amc interview with the vampire #iwtv amc #amc's interview with the vampire #claudia de pointe du lac #the vampire claudia #claudia iwtv #iwtv claudia #iwtv louis #louis iwtv

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jackalopc · 3 months ago

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maybe i'll be a better man (by the time you come to your senses) a triple frontier fanfic series

a tom "redfly" davis-focused & rediron fanfic series, by @jackalopc. featuring the primary slowburn-ish? (it's complicated) ship of tom "redfly" davis/william "ironhead" miller.

series summary:

Tom "Redfly" Davis' life was slowly starting to unravel, though you'd never know from the outside. The future of his life was uncertain: did he choose a marriage (that's been failing for longer than he cared to admit), or his career (the closest thing he views to a "higher calling" for himself)? All while years of denial, neglect, and a lot of untreated childhood trauma was finally taking its toll. His subordinate, teammate, and best friend Will Miller calls him out on his bullshit, as he always does (because really, he's kind of always been the only one who could get away with it). He starts making him face the harsh truths he'd been trying so desperately to shove down into a dark, little pit inside of himself. Then, the last crack that finally breaks the dam comes: Will is shot. After that, nothing stays the same. If he thought everything was a mess before, he didn't know the meaning of the word. Yet despite the turbulence, maybe it's also the chance to find the right path forward.

Redfly was courageous, he thought, but really only when he was on a mission (if he was being honest with himself). Will though? It seemed like Will was everything he wasn't: Confident and secure in himself, the only reason anything is hidden from public view is because of regulations. He wished he could be like him. He wished he could have him.

other features you'll see in the series under the cut

(wait why do you need other features?? because apparently just saying it's about redfly and rediron isn't enough??? oh huh okay, weird... well, onwards with some other stuff about it ig)

primarily written from redfly's pov, save for occasional glimpses into other's in small interludes and such between main-story fics.

it's going to be a series of main-story fic's that range in size, depth, and even how much time takes place. ranging from one shots to multi-fic. also multi-rating, each fic has it's own rating. but there are going to be E rated works in there, as a heads up. these will probably be for sexual-content but i can't promise yet it's elusively for that

bonus background poly between the other four outside of tom (no will/ben however, dw)! with eventual background fishben solidified.

basically my "hey what if all that cannon like, didn't happen though?" series... you heard that right this is my fix it timeline and yeah, i'm doing it by making my favorite tragic blorbo a deeply, deeply repressed bisexual man. it's just what i do. the movie didn't give me backstories, and i'm making it y'all's problem.

will miller struggling with a new found disability and grappling with what that means for himself and also especially how the others (and ofc especially redfly) navigate the change too.

exploring shit that comes with having your life ripped away via shit like divorce, transitioning out of the military and not handling it well, having literal parts of your identity fall apart, disabilities, etc.

smut :)

my daily growing obsession with redfly & this pairing in general

I JUST WAN'T Y'ALL TO LOVE HIM LIKE I LOVE HIM

um... yeah... look man this is legit just. gonna be an entire series about two not-quite-yet middle aged men just, having their lives ripped apart and finding comfort in one another

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