#Agent Whiskey x f!reader x Frankie Morales

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OMG SO HAAAAARD not to pay attention on this “fuck” sync… 🫢

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For @movievillainess721

Dave York x f!reader Frankie Morales x f!reader Jack Daniels x f!reader

Warnings:All kinds of smut. Unprotected P in V sex.(This fiction wrap it in real life.) Rough sex. Degradation. Cream pie. M&F!receiving oral. Vaginal fingering. Rimming. I think that's it, but if you've made it this far, you're probably up for it all.

Summary: After a mission, you find yourself hold up with your three temporary teammates. How will you pass the time?

Interagency Cooperation

This takes interagency cooperation to a whole new level. The thought almost made you giggle around Dave's hard length. He moaned at the vibration keeping the laughter at bay brought to your throat. Jack felt the tension in your body where he was joined to it. As both men groaned, Frankie felt a little left out. Feeling the self conscious shift in his posture you pumped him a little harder.

Three weeks earlier….

"So I'm just stuck here?!"

"Who is denying extraction? Who gave that order?!"

"We're damn Statesman! We can fix bullet wounds in people's head but we can't get me the fuck out of here?!"

"Fuck, Santi. I'll fly myself out of here!"

The open plan villa echoed with the sound of disgruntled conversation with your handlers. The decision had been made that the four of you needed to go to ground for a while. Any type of extraction was too risky. 

The private villa was out of the way, one of the first few completed builds as part of gentrification of a poor coastal town. It was well stocked with food, and whiskey, thanks to Stateman. After the initial irritation wore off, you realised there were worse places to be stuck. As well as worse people to be stuck with. 

Jack was every inch the charming Southern gentleman, you could listen to that accent calling you Sugar for hours. Dave was reserved but had a dry wit that you found amusing. 

Frankie had been quiet, focus, diligent during the mission. The way he kept his cool was admirable. He also let a softer side of him slip now and then. Engaging you in light conversation now and then. When you'd joked with him the chuckle that left him was cute as anything. 

A week or two with them wouldn't be so bad.

Not bad at all. You thought on the second day when they had to change into the clothing left at the villa. They were supposed to be on vacation so the wardrobe consisted of shorts and t-shirts that were too small for their broad frames. 

The three of them had not so subtly eyed you, in your bikini, lounging by the pool. Dave was the first one to come and join you. Tossing his towel then his shirt on the lounger next to you, he dove into the water to swim a few lengths. When he emerged poolside, water ran down every dip of every muscle. His shorts stuck to the curve of his ass. You could imagine digging your nails into it as he pounded into you. Not that you would, with his wedding ring and all.

"The water is perfect. You're not going in?" He sat on the sunlounger opposite you. 

"Maybe later. It's not often I get to just do nothing." Your book was now on the table beside you. With your eyes closed, you wiggled down the sunlounger to enjoy the warmth of the sun blanketing you. With your eyes closed, you didn't see the way 

Dave's eyes raked up your body. You did open them in time to see them blatantly fixed on your chest. "So you're in no rush to get home? No one waiting?"

"Nope. You must be eager to get home to your family."

"My kids, yeah. Not my wife."

With the not so subtle formalities out of the way. The two of you made your way to the small guest house that you'd moved into to give the boys their own rooms. You were barely through the door before Dave was taking his frustrations out on you from behind. He kept you pinned to the small desk beneath you as your legs gave way. It was rough and fast but fuck, was it good. Afterwards, you both left with the same amount of nonchalance you had entered with. Dave went to take a shower. You returned to your book. 

The same book you were reading the next night when Jack came over with a bottle of whiskey in hand. It took less than half of it and a cheeky comment about saving a horse to have you riding him out in the open. That voice loudly praising you without a care in the world as to who was listening. "Fuck, that's it. Darlin'. Take what you need. So fucking pretty riding my dick."

The same sunlounger that Frankie found you stargazing on, when you couldn't sleep. He appeared, his curls tousled from a restless night. The curls that were soon between your fingers as his head was between your legs. His talented tongue making you cum twice before yours returned the favour. Sending him back to bed, ready to sleep.

This was the odd routine you found yourself in for the next two weeks. Random liaisons with each of them. Not a word spoken about it afterwards. It wasn't the first time you'd used casual sex to unwind after a mission. It was the first time you had three incredibly hot men making you cum multiple times a day. It was like the filthy 'romance' novel you'd been reading. You should be shocked at the turn of events but your whole life, you'd lived outside of what people would consider normal. Your childhood, your career choice. Being railed by three different guys was probably the least out there event in your life. And by far the most fun.

"So it's agreed? Terminator marathon?" You settled into the sofa, tucked under a blanket. Frankie on one side, Whiskey on the other. Dave sat on a plush armchair to the left. 

About half way through T2 Jack's hand found your knee under the blanket, his thumb tracing circles on it. Your breath hitched when he suddenly ran his fingers right up your thigh to your core. Frankie shot you a look before returning his attention to the movie. 

Jack's fingertips edged up the leg of your shorts and into your panties. You managed to keep your breathing steady as his fingers swirled across your clit. Your breathing did hitch again when Frankie's warm hand cupped your breast. This time he didn't even look at you. Like Jack he kept his attention on the screen as his fingers brought you pleasure, exciting your nipples. 

T2 suddenly turned into the longest movie in the world. Time was suspended, like you were by the pleasure shooting through your body between the two men's fingertips. Giving yourself over to them completely, you closed your eyes. 

Until Dave cleared his throat. "You were the one that suggested this movie but you're not even watching it. You need to keep your eyes open. Here, let me show you." He stood from his chair. "Come here."

Frankie and Jack's hands withdrew, allowing you to move. Then both looked on with approval. As soon as you stood before Dave he shoved you down to your knees. Taking a fistful of your hair, he held your head in place. Pulling his already hard cock out, he pumped it a few times before pressing it to your lips. "Eyes on me. Ah, that's it." He hissed as his length entered your mouth. His dark eyes fixed you in place. "You are going to get us all good and….uh…hard. Then w-we are going to take turns fuckin-g you."

Pulling out he jerked his head at Frankie and Jack. Jack graciously let Frankie go next. Cupping your cheek tenderly he asked "¿Estas bien cariño?"

In reply you took him as far into your mouth as you could. 

His head rolled back along with his eyes. "Oh, fuuuck."

By the time Jack made his way over, your jaw pleasantly ached. "It's okay, Sugar. You just keep those lips nice and tight and I'll do the rest. Oh, just like that." His hips moved slowly as he worked himself with your mouth.

Tucking himself away, he helped you to your feet. "Come on, Sugar." 

Guiding you to the sofa he situated you so your knees were on the seats and your forearms rested on the back. "We thought we'd let Frankie warm you up. We've heard how much you enjoy your time with him."

Frankie looked torn between being proud and embarrassed. Still, he didn't hesitate to rip your shorts down to eat you out from behind. In record time, he had you cumming on his tongue.

"Credit where it's due. You are really good at that." Jack slapped Frankie on the back as he wiped your slick from his moustache.

Dave stepped up behind you to take your shorts from around your ankles. "We're gonna have a little health competition. We gonna keep taking turns to fuck you. First one to cum gets one point, second two points, third three points. Every time you cum on one of our dicks we get a point. Since we know you are just as competitive as we are. If you outlast us all you win."

"What do I get if I win?"

"We'll do whatever you want." He whispered in your ear as he spread your legs wider. 

"Frankie can eat you out, like you're his last meal." Dave could see you getting wetter as he spoke. The sight of the three of them stripping down didn't hurt either.

"Jack can make you squirt 'til you soak through your sheets." Jack had been the only man to get you to soak him like that. He was so proud of himself. Clearly proud enough to brag to the others.

"And I…" A solid crack reverberated around the room as he hand connected with your ass. "...I will treat you like my dirty little whore. What do you say?"

Lining himself up the tip of his cock nudged at your entrance. "You wanna play?"

Showing him that you were all in you pushed back until he was all in. Gripping your waist and shoulder he drove into you at an angle that had you screaming. It was so overwhelming that you rushed to the edge of an orgasm only for him to pull out. 

"Fuck." He grunted moving aside to let Jack take his place. 

"I feel like I'm about to get my first point." He smirked at Dave, who had dropped breathlessly beside you.

"I handed it to you." He snapped back.

Jack was right, only a few minutes of him splitting you open had you bucking beneath him as he kissed the back of your neck. 

"Mmm, feels like I won already." His moustache tickled your skin as he spoke. He worked you through your orgasm before calling to Frankie. "You're up, Flyboy."

"Already? See how good you feel? Ah." He shuddered as he slipped inside of you. "So warm and wet. Feels like paradise." Frankie may be quiet on missions but he was a talker in the bedroom. Out of the three Frankie was the most gentle. Jack a close second, his movements were soft but with a knowing strength behind them. Dave was just rough all over. The only softness you got from him was his spent dick. Frankie gently rolled his hips, coaxing an orgasm out of you. 

The gentle build up coupled with his murmurings of how beautiful you were, how good you made him feel, had you fluttering around him in no time. "God, Frankie. I'm coming." Reaching back, your hand covered his at your waist. He held it gently as waves of pleasure ebbed through you.

"Fuck." Dave gritted his teeth next to you. The second Frankie moved away Dave was there, one hand pulling a fist full of your hair and the other grabbing the flesh of your tit, digging his blunt fingernails into your skin. "Your disrespectful little whore. You gonna cum on every other cock apart from mine? Are you keeping count? That's three bare cocks you've had in that greedy little cunt. You've creamed on two of them. This is what I mean when I called you a whore. Three dicks fucking you and you love it." 

Your legs gave way as the hand at you chest released you only to abruptly shove two fingers into your sopping channel. The same two finger were shoved in your face a second later. 

"See how wet?" Prising your mouth open with his other hand he shoved the glistening fingers against your tongue. "Suck them clean. See how good you taste? No wonder Morales is addicted."

Dave smirked with pride as you nearly choked on his fingers when he slammed into you again. Every inch of his impressive cock penetrating you in one go. 

"Such a good little slut. Taking such big cocks with not resistance. Given how tight this little hole is, you must really want them. Do you?"

While he'd been speaking he'd resumed his hard and fast pounding. You had no idea how he was evil villain monologuing while ramming his dick into you. You could barely breathe, let alone speak. All that came out of your mouth when you opened it was involuntary noises. 

A sharp sting bloomed on your ass. "I said 'Do you really want to be railed by three hard, long, fat cocks?' Hmmm?" 

Gripping the sofa to try and steady yourself, you summoned all your strength to get out a 'yes'. 

"Good girl. I know what you want even more though. Those three cocks to cum in that pussy. Imagine it all dripping out of you. You cum on my dick enough then I can fill you first. It'll even out the points."

Dave was now fucking you so hard and fast that you were bent over the back of the sofa. You silently thanked whoever decorated it for not skimping on the quality of the furniture. The well made heavy wooden frame was the only thing keeping you upright. Dave was now slamming so deep inside you, your brain couldn't function on any higher level. All it heard was 'man fill you with seed' and it was gone. 

"Oh, fuck, Dave. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." The world shifted on its head. Until strong hands pulled at you. They held your boneless form as your brain tried to restart. 

Not only had you cum hard, you'd squirted all over Dave, and the well made sofa. Your cunt and clamped down on Dave so hard that he pulled out to choke his cock in an effort not to cum. Without him gripping you, your lax body had nearly toppled over the back of the sofa until Jack had grabbed you. You were now in his lap. 

"Pass me that water." Jack ordered Frankie. "Here, Sugar. Sip this." A bottle met your lips. Drinking greedily you slowly came back into your body. "Easy, now. You need to tap out?"

Both Jack and Frankie looked at you with concern. 

"No. I'm good. Saddle up, Cowboy." Your eyes never left Dave's as you spoke. He might be competitive but you were even more so.

"Well then, let's at least get you into a safer position." With you in his arms, he stood. The high quality sofa was also built up. He set your ass on one of the arms before gently reclining you back to lay on it. Thankful, Frankie had wiped the seats down. At this angle he was able to spread your legs wide over his forearms before entering you. 

"Goddamn. You feel even…" he wasn't even able to finish his sentence as he filled you with his release. "Fuck." He panted as he kept his softening length inside you.

"That's only two points, Cowboy." Dave taunted. 

"Right now, I couldn't give a fuck." Jack replied. He groaned as thumbed your clit causing your still sensitive pussy to spasm around him.

"That's cheating." Dave reminded him.

"Hey, I already lost. Let a man bow out gracefully." Reluctantly he pulled out of you. "Besides, with just you two fellas playing, don't you wanna make things interesting?"

Dave knew that Jack was just trying to goad him. It was clear he'd rather Frankie win their game. Still, he was never one to back down from a challenge. "Fine. You can use your fingers on her. No eating her pussy." Dave thought back to watching Frankie eat you out on the edge of the hot tube. He didn't care that he was sitting on the balcony he shared with Jack, he immediately had to relieve his rock hard dick at the sound of your moans. From the sounds coming from Jack's room, he had too. He wasn't handing a win to Morales.  "You only get points for her coming on your dick."

"Fine." Frankie agreed as he stepped between your legs. His fingers glided over your slick flesh with ease. He'd barely given you the tip of his cock before a soft orgasm washed over you. Not wanting to give Dave an advantage he pulled out and made room for him. 

"I should have been more specific about the rules." He grunted as he bottomed out. 

Fuck, you felt good around him. He was so tempted to to just fuck his release into you but he didn't want the pilots to win. His thick fingers worked your sensitive bundle much like Frankie's had, he could feel the effect it was having on you. Your walls tightened around him with each thrust. He was getting closer to his own climax while yours seemed frozen.

"I can feel it. Just let go." Ragging your vest and bra up he swotted at your exposed breast. 

"I can't. I can't." You almost sobbed. Overstimulation had settled in. Dave thought he could force you over the edge. His fingers working as fast as he cock only brought him close to the edge, not you. "Damn it!" He withdrew, panting and willing his orgasm to subside before he spilled onto the beautiful tile floor. 

Frankie shot a smug look your way as he stepped between your legs before dropping to his knees. 

"Hey!" Dave barked.

"I heard you. Don't eat her pussy." Frankie's breath flowed over the soft skin of your ass before his fingers parted your cheeks. His tongue slipped into the tight ring of muscle bringing a whole new sensation. It fired up your nerves anew. As his tongue lapped at your back entrance his fingers gently teased your folds until you were ready to be touched again. Once you were begging for his touch again, he entered you sparking an orgasm from your g-spot then he rolled that energy into one from your clit. 

"He's good at that too." Jack commented as he lazily pumped his newly hard cock in his hand. 

Frankie had a death grip on his own cock. He'd come so close to losing himself in you. The thought of that smug bastard York winning staved off his climax. 

Dave wasn't looking so smug now. He was doing the math in his head. Even if Frankie came before he did, he would only have four points. Frankie would have six. He needed to get the three points from cumming in you last. Which took him to four points. Then another two orgasms out of you to draw and another one to win. That's three on top of the six they'd already gotten from you. And that was if The Pussy Eater didn't make you cum again. At least all this math was helping to kill the buzz in his balls. He needed a plan.

"Move." He ordered Jack who was sat next to your head. He looked down at you ruefully before moving to the armchair. 

"Come on, Baby." Dave moved you up the sofa before climbing being you. This was new. The way he gently spooned you. The way he softly kissed the bare skin of your shoulders. He entered you with such care, gently rocking the tip of his cock against the front of your walls. 

"That's it, Sweetheart. You need it right there? You take it. Come on, make my cock wet. Just a little more and I'll fill you nice and full." His deep voice took on a honeyed tone. His body was warm and soft cocooning you between him and the back of the sofa. It was like your own little private world. 

"I'll fill my girl with all of my cum. You know I always have so much for you. All for for…you." His last word was choked off as you came around him. "Good girl. That's my good girl."

Rolling onto his back he took you with him, still speared on his cock. Now you were spread open for his hands to explore. They played with your tits, rolled and pinched your nipples, stimulated your clit until you came again. Dave was so close to cumming but he was so close to winning. If he could just get one more then hope Frankie lost it then next time he entered your heat like Jack had. 

The way your name fell from his lips he didn't want to stop. It was as soft as a pray. He'd made you scream it, cry it, sob it, in all sorts of ways and tones. This was new and he loved it. Holding you close, he planted his feet to thrust up into you. His thrusts were strong and steady. That was usually Jack's M.O. Slow and steady, building your pleasure. Kissing your neck, he gave you more of his sweet words. "Feel so good around me. You're fucking spoiling us with this pussy. So giving. Pulling us in so deep. Such a perfect little cunt. A man could get lost in it. Oh, my…"

He threw his head back into the cushions as he let out a long moan. He began to fill you. The arching of his back meant that he slipped out halfway through, spraying the last drops over your mound with a satisfying heaviness. When he finally finished all he could do was lie there. 

"You lost." You shot at him with no real malice. 

Your words barely registered, he was too far out. He lay there as he watched Frankie carry you to the other chair. Jack still sat in the one opposite. His strokes of his cock were more purposeful now. Frankie sat down and eased you onto his length. The competition was really between you two now. You just had to take Frankie until he came. Dave knew you could, so he just lay and watched in his blissed out stupor. Frankie's face contorted in pleasure as you proved your will to win by bouncing up and down on him. Moans in English and Spanish flew from him. Dave's attention flickered to Jack for a moment as he shot his load impressively far over himself. He had a sneaking feeling the agent had bowed out early to enjoy the rest of the show. Frankie near whining and griping the arms of the chair drew him back to you. You were still slowly rolling your hips as Frankie filled you. Chants of 'oh god' leaving his lips.

The three men lay boneless in post orgasm haze as you stood, somewhat shakily but triumphant. "I win. I may need a few days before I can collect my prize." You added hobbling away for a much needed soak in the bath.

A couple of night's rest later you collected your prize. "I want all of you. At the same time."

"How do you propose we do that, Sugar?"

"I'm not touching the pilots."

"Whatever you want, Cariño."

"Boys. Boys. I'm sure we can figure it out, we just have to cooperate."

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[psychedelic-ink]

𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐧

series summary: Two years had passed since your break up with Jack, a fellow Statesmen agent. But everything re-ignites again when Champ asks you to go San Francisco to investigate the disappearance of multiple women across the country and, sadly enough, agent Malibu. While doing anything with Jack is chaos enough, you also run in to another ex, a man that actually showed you kindness and someone you thought you could spend the rest of your days with that is until he started asking too many questions about your job, Frankie Morales.

pairing(s): jack daniels x fem!reader, past frankie morales x fem!reader, eventual (+endgame pairing) jack daniels x fem!reader x frankie morales

chapter summary: The story of how you and Frankie met. In present day Jack brings his car to the garage Frankie works at.

word count: 7.1k

chapter warnings: use of weed, alcohol consumption, getting high with frankie morales, high sex, piv sex, reader talking about her break up with jack, self-destructive tendencies (reader), mild exhibitionism, dirty talking, creampie, mention of reader being on the pill, statesmen agent!reader, brief mention of frankie's cocain addiction, reader heavily relying on weed and alcohol for comfort frankie trying to help

a/n: and here we are once again! thank you to all those who were patient with me and supported this series despite it being months, I love you all and enjoy! xx

Masterlist  | Series Masterlist | Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

It was a hot day when he met you. 

After his license was taken away, and after the… unfortunate events Santi had dragged him into, Frankie had decided to dedicate himself to volunteer work—volunteer work that specifically included animals. He knew someone, someone way back, named Maria and Maria worked at the local animal shelter. Frankie gave her a call and the next day he was learning the ropes of what they did. 

Initially, Frankie thought he would be visiting once a week—but there was a lot that needed to be done and he wasn’t above getting his hands dirty for the sake of the poor animals who were abandoned. Every morning he had a habit of greeting all the dogs. It was a bittersweet experience. He loved seeing how excited they got, but he also became heartbroken when he saw the dogs that had lost all hope. They would just sit in their cages, head bowed down, only their eyes moving when Frankie came in to clean their living spaces. He felt a special bond between him and them. 

He fixed all the cages the first week, he asked for pillows, for new water bowls. Frankie became a loud protestor of mistreated animals. In the end it made him feel selfish. He wasn’t doing much, but even that little bit of effort made his heart feel lighter after all the shit he’d done. It made him feel good. 

Frankie practically begged Will and Benny to adopt a dog, a black old terrier that deserved a happy home. Frankie would be the first to admit that the small dog wasn’t really Will and Benny’s style, but he asked them anyway. Much to his gratitude, the brothers said yes. 

He thought of Pope, but he was still traveling way too frequently, meaning that he wasn’t the best person to adopt an animal. 

That’s how his days went. Most of his time was spent at the shelter, the rest of his time was dedicated to getting his license back. And of course, he had to work, which he did at the neighborhood car repair shop. The pay wasn’t much but it was decent. Enough for him to buy food. 

He was filling the water bowls when you came in. His shirt stuck to his skin, his back damp and dark in color with sweat. You looked around nervously. 

“Hello there, you looking to adopt?” 

You looked away, biting your bottom lip. Frankie noticed your swollen eyes, your running nose. Raising an eyebrow, he cocked his head to the side—you were crying. 

“Hi,” you chirped, albeit anxiously. “Sorry, I don’t really know what I’m doing here. My friend told me to get out and I didn’t really wanna see anyone so I ended up coming here.” 

“That’s okay,” he answered with a sudden sense to comfort you. His fingers twitched, the need to place a hand over your shoulder overwhelming. He pushed those thoughts aside. “We can look around. I have time, and the dogs always get excited to see new people,” 

“That makes me sad since I can’t take any of them home,” you mutter, finally lifting your gaze and looking at him for the first time. “Can I help with anything? You have volunteers right?” 

“We sure do,” he nodded, smiling. “And we never say no to some extra spare hands. I don’t really have anything specific in mind so let me show you around first. Does that sound good?” 

“Sure. Sounds great.” 

Frankie led the way, walking slowly to give you a chance to take in everything around you. You seemed to be trying your best to stay calm by wrapping your arms around your frame. Again, his need to offer comfort overwhelmed him. He’s not one to place his nose into things that didn’t concern him, but in a way, he could relate to your need to both go out and heal—but also wanting to stay away from people. He understood that. 

"Here are the dog kennels," Frankie said, pointing to a row of cages that housed dogs of all sizes and breeds. "We try to make them as comfortable as possible, but they're still waiting for their forever homes."

“Do people often adopt?” 

“It’s more common now, thankfully,” he grumbles, anger twisting in his stomach. “But  people still want “pure breeds” which is a load of shit if you ask me. There are also the people who adopt but can’t handle the responsibility and bring them back which is—” bitter laughter dropped from his lips. “I wouldn’t really describe myself as a temperamental person but some people I swear to god,” 

“Must be frustrating.” 

“It is.” 

His answer had come from a place of slight shock. Frankie was used to people being more…emphatic. He was used to the “awwws” and the sad “ohhhs” coming from the people who visited. But instead of that, or remarking on how cruel humanity was (which was another answer he frequently got), you just stated a fact. You just pointed out the obvious. Which was slightly unnerving since that obvious thing was what he was feeling. 

The dogs barked and jumped up at the sound of voices, wagging their tails. Frankie stopped to pat a few of them on the head, and he watched you smile as you got closer to the cages, patting a mix between a greyhound and a husky. 

“So loving,” you murmured, fascinated. “One of his eyes is blue.” 

“He’s a husky mix, his name is Thor—well, I call him Thor.” 

“Marvel fan?” 

“Nah, it just felt fitting.” 

Moving on, Frankie continued to talk about the shelter and its operations. He told you about how they rely on donations and volunteers to keep running, and how they work to rehabilitate animals who have been abused or neglected. He hoped to keep his voice gentle and soothing, and he was pleased that you slowly started to open up.

"Are you here full time?” you asked suddenly, taking him by surprise. 

“I wish but no.”

“Work?”

He nodded, “Work.” 

It was odd talking to you. It almost felt like you couldn’t speak in full sentences. It was clear to him that you were in some kind of emotional turmoil—something he noticed not because of his killer observation skills but due to the fact the whites of your eyes were red. He wondered what kind of person you were without whatever it was that was weighing you down. 

He wondered what your smile might look like. 

Frankie didn't ask what you did in your spare time, which would be a natural way to continue the conversation, instead, he showed you the rest of the shelter. He showed you the cats lounging in their cages, the birds chirping in their aviary, and even some rabbits hopping around in a pen. You lean forward, observing the tiny bodies of cuteness through the dirty glass. Frankie almost sees the twitch of your lip, but before it transforms into an expression you straighten up and roll your shoulders. 

“What can I help with?” 

Frankie asked you out on a date two weeks later. He liked to think it was due to the peer pressure coming from Pope and Benny rather than his undeniable infatuation with you. 

You were hardworking, emotional, and quick to point out stupidity. After learning more about the shelter and its issues, which was impressively quick, you started to constantly butt heads with Frankie. He knew your intentions were good, which is why he didn’t mind your passion coming out as impatience. You wanted to help. You wanted to see results. He understood quickly that according to you, the other volunteers were weak-handed, and didn’t want to get their hands dirty—but Frankie found that you were a little too eager to get your hands dirty. 

But he never said anything. He kept his observations to himself and asked you out for dinner at his place, he didn’t really have the budget to take you out, and his cooking was way better compared to Burger King or any other fast food chain. 

You showed up half an hour late with an apologetic smile and a bottle of red wine. 

“Sorry,” you said before hello. “Traffic was insane,” 

“Don’t worry about it,” he answers with a soft smile. “Come on in.” 

He took the bottle from you and waited until you’d completely passed the threshold, he noticed that you had a slight limp to your step. He closed the door and followed you inside. 

“Are you okay? You’re limping,” 

You were visibly surprised by the question, shoulders raising. Frankie understood then that you were attempting to hide it, and he flustered at the thought, he hadn’t meant to call you out or anything. 

“An asshole kid kicked me,” you sighed, clearly exasperated. “I was just waiting for the light to turn green and this little demon spawn kicked me while holding his mother’s hand. It hurt as hell, but surprise surprise mama satan said nothing!” 

Frankie placed the wine on the table and wiped his palms on his jeans, he was sweating. “Parents tend to be worse than the children they’re rising,” he cleared his throat. “Is it sprained? I can wrap it up for you if you want.” 

He held his breath when you walked up to him, placing a flat hand over his chest. 

“Eager to lick my wounds already,” you hummed, a faint glimmer in your eyes. “How chivalrous.” 

“Force of habit,” he grinned, which was followed up by a loud swallow. “I have a lot of friends that tend to get into trouble.” 

“Are these the soldier buddies I heard so much about?” you pull back your hand. 

He watched as you head for the couch, shrugging your jacket off before taking a seat. With practiced ease, he grabbed two crystal wine glasses and a sleek wine opener from the kitchen. He uncorked a bottle of red wine, letting the rich aroma fill the room, and poured it carefully into the glasses.

Frankie had made a somewhat decent charcuterie board. He raided his local grocery store the day before and picked up some basic items: a block of cheddar cheese, a package of sliced salami, a jar of olives, and a sleeve of crackers. He also added some grapes and cherry tomatoes for color.

He arranged everything on a wooden cutting board and placed it on the coffee table prior to your arrival. He was pleased to see that you’d already made yourself comfortable by crossing your legs, nibbling on a cracker topped with cheese and salami. 

“Thank you,” you said with a mouthful when Frankie placed the glass in front of you. Swallowing, you took the glass by the stem and brought it to your lips, swallowing the ruby liquid. “This is great. I really needed this,” 

“You do know that this isn’t the main course right?” he chuckled, throwing his arm over the back of the couch. “My budget isn’t that tight. We have pasta.” 

“Ohh pasta,” you sighed, licking your lips. Frankie’s eyes followed the bath of your tongue. “And that’s not what I meant. I’m just…I was trying to express gratitude I guess. It’s been a while since I felt good and I’m pretty sure it’s all thanks to you.” 

“Well, I’m sure that’s not true,” he couldn’t help but draw slow patterns across the back of your bare neck. He felt like a man possessed with the need to touch you, no matter how minimal. “You’re quite competent. I don’t think you need to give credit to me for your own healing.” 

“I can’t exactly discredit you either,” you smiled, shaking your head. “I’m sorry for being—” you swallowed, words seemingly failing you. “—for being not myself.” 

“Would it be okay if I ask what happened?” his, voice a beat above a whisper. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me, you don’t seem like the type to talk about your feelings a lot.” 

“You’re too observant for comfort,” the fact that you smiled when saying it relieved him. “But I don’t mind talking about it. I feel like you deserve some kind of explanation—” 

“You don’t owe me anything.” 

“Even so…I would…like to talk about it,” you took another sip of your wine before turning to him completely, fingers nervously moving up and down the glass stem. “This is going to be cliche.” 

“I have no issues with cliches,” he smiled, the pads of his fingers pressing firmer into your skin. “Cliches are cliche for a reason.” 

“That’s a nice thought.” 

A moment of silence. You took another sip, lips shimmering with the residue left from the wine. 

“I was somewhat recently broken up with. I want to say it was a nasty breakup but it actually wasn’t—which shouldn’t bother me but it does.” 

Frankie remained quiet, waiting for you to continue. He didn’t dare to move or even breathe, in the passing silent seconds. Your chest raised as you took a deep breath, remembering made you wince. 

“We’re coworkers so I see him quite often. He’s also not the easiest person to get along with—and that’s not just me saying that. He kept a lot of things to himself, and it made me think ‘why be in a relationship if we’re not going to comfort and be honest with each other’ he took it well, actually. A week later I heard him being with someone else. I—I took it pretty bad.” 

“That’s okay,” Frankie said without waiting a beat. “He sounds like an asshole. And no one should expect you to take it with a smile.” 

“I guess not.” you sighed and leaned over to place the glass on the table. “I’m not being a very good date am I?” 

It wasn’t difficult to see that you were deflecting. However, being a man of his word, Frankie didn’t press for more details. He would learn more about the man that broke your heart with time, and even if he didn’t, that was alright, as long as he was able to make you smile, it didn’t matter to him what happened in your past. 

Considering his own mistakes and misfortunes, he hoped that you would spare him the same consideration. 

“You’re being a lovely date,” he answered, leaning closer. He noticed the way your eyes dropped to his lips, a soft exhale escaping them.

“That’s an awfully generous statement.” 

It was the way your lashes fluttered when he fully cradled your nape, squeezing softly, he allowed his lips to brush yours. Your eyes closed in a sort of surrender. Maybe he should’ve thought about it more before allowing himself to be a distraction. That was he was; a distraction—a balm to soothe your heart. He didn’t mind being the cure. Maybe that was fucked up of him. 

In that moment he liked to think that some part of him was using you too, for his own comfort. You treated him like he was a pure man, excluded from all sin. It’s far from the truth but it was nice for someone to look at him with admiration instead of ‘you fucked up’. 

He kissed you. Wine stained lips molding together, tongues intertwining, leaving no room to breathe. He inhaled your scent, smoke, and something sweet he couldn’t quite place his finger on. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, teeth gently digging into the soft flesh. Your hands skimmed his waist, goosebumps pebbling under the fabric of his shirt as he felt your fingers moving up and down. 

Frankie was the one to part away, but again, he kept you close, his forehead against yours. Your eyes remained closed, lips looking tender and swollen under the dim lights. 

“Frankie, can I ask you something?” 

“Anything.” 

“I don't mean to be presumptuous or anything, but I didn't just bring wine with me. I actually brought some weed, if that's something you'd be interested in smoking," you opened your eyes, staring directly into Frankie’s. “I know it's not for everyone, but it might be a nice way to unwind a bit."

In hindsight, Frankie probably should say no. He didn’t have any issues with you smoking it, but he just wasn’t sure if he should. It had been a while. He remembered using it a lot when he wanted to forget, or before inhaling a shit ton of coke, which he hasn’t done—at least not to that amount—since his license got taken away. 

His cock twitched when you dragged your lips down the column of his neck, pressing a kiss into his shoulder. He exhaled slowly, something that could be easily confused with a sigh. Your grip on his waist tightened. He didn’t want you to feel like he didn’t understand, or that he was against it. He wasn’t. 

While you laid another kiss above his collarbone, he placed one on your temple. 

“Sounds great.” 

They were on the floor. Smoke lingered deep in their lungs, a cloud of cannabis entrailing and curling around them both. Frankie had no idea how they ended up there; backs pressed against the couch cushions, coffee table pushed ahead, empty charcuterie board on your side. Their limbs were tangled with each other, your legs propped over Frankie’s thighs. 

His fingers curled around the meat of your thigh, stroking and squeezing the muscle affectionately. 

“What does it mean to be a bad person?” you asked suddenly. 

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. He slid his hand forward, following the peak of your knee and moving to your calf, there he drummed his thumb against the bone. “What do you think it means?” 

“I don’t know that’s why I’m asking,” you chuckled, you shimmied closer until the curve of your bottom touched the outside of his thigh. “Everything is so gray. I want to be a good person, always have. But then why am I suffering? Why am I having these thoughts that convince me I’m a waste? I thought being good meant sacrificing parts of yourself, to do good no matter what—being good means not thinking about yourself, that is what I was told. And I think I do that. With my job—” 

Your sentence came to an abrupt halt, you shook your head and Frankie could feel the tremors of the movement mirroring in his lap. He dragged his nails up and down your leg, imagining that a shudder would settle over your spine from it. 

“If being good means making sacrifices for it, why is it that the people who don’t are happier than me?” 

“You don’t know if they’re happy or not.” 

“That might be true but I do know that they’re not struggling like I am. They’re not lonely. They’re not afraid of it. Me on the other hand, I cry myself to sleep almost every night,” you shook your head, legs slowly starting to recoil. “Sorry, I—I can’t think, that was such a childish thing to complain about. You’re right. I don’t know what people think, maybe they’re just as tortured as I am.” 

Frankie kept your legs over his lap, forcefully so. “I don’t think it’s childish,” he exhaled one breath and inhaled two. His fingers slid down to your ankle, and there he felt your beating pulse. Your breath hitched. “I just think you’re hurt. We’re all afraid of something. You’re not alone in that.” 

“What are you afraid of?” 

“Losing myself.” 

The air around them stilled. Frankie’s mind threatened to spiral, he took heavy breaths, trying to focus on something, anything. He felt his heart beating in his throat and he swallowed—again and again. Your veins throbbed under the pads of his fingers, he focused on that, he thought that he could hear the blood rushing in your veins. 

“I think you’re too stubborn to lose yourself,” you whispered, hooking a finger under his chin and lifting his gaze back to you. “But I’ll tell you something, if you do, I’ll pull you out of it.” 

He smiled, his heartbeat finally slowing, “And I’ll always be there for you. You won’t have to worry about being alone. No matter what, I’ll be there. Deal?” 

“Deal.” 

He blinked and when he opened his eyes again you were straddling his lap. Frankie’s hands moved on instinct, large palms securing you by resting on your back. His lips found yours, he licked himself into your mouth, teeth digging into your bottom lip maybe a bit too hard. You moaned into his mouth and he swallowed every noise, he sucked the air from your lungs, urging the sway of your hips. Before he knew it, your shirt was off, and so was his. Naked bodies came together, the softness of your breasts against his chest. You kissed him like it was your last day on earth—like you needed it to survive. 

He cradled your breasts with both hands, pushing them towards his mouth. He flattened his tongue over the pebbled nipples, sucking them between his lips as much as he could. His cock strained against the zipper of his jeans, painfully so. But he didn’t care about that. How could he when you were grinding down on him, head thrown back and mewling as his teeth nipped the sensitive flesh?

More, you kept on begging, more. 

Frankie was eager to give you what you wanted. A fog settled over his mind, his common sense heavily guided by his need to fuck. Within the haze, the ungrounded whispered promises, they both managed to strip themselves. He couldn’t help himself. He squeezed, pinched, and bit. You returned it in kind. Nails raked over his back, teeth marks formed dents in his skin. 

His cock ached to be buried in you. It dripped heavily, precum smeared the inside of your thighs and stomach. Your chest heaving, placing both hands on his shoulders you lifted yourself up. His head fell back, his hands kneading your ass indulgingly as you sank into him. 

Frankie’s eyes rolled back. You were so fucking wet—wet and incredibly warm. He cursed into your skin, buried his face between your breasts, and kissed wherever his lips touched. You shuddered around him, walls clenched tightly around his cock. A stuttered breath left you both, his nails bit into your skin, the skin above his stomach taut as your arm slowly coiled around his neck. 

“Need you to move, querida,” he groaned, teeth grazing the swell of your breast. 

You relied on him to be able to move, it felt more poetic than it actually was. His muscles strained as you moved, your planted feet doing little work to lift your weight. Instead, you used him like an overhead bar, trusting him enough that he wouldn’t let you fall. It was beautiful, in a way. You trusted him even when he didn’t trust himself. 

“You feel so good,” he whispered, nipping your chin. “This pretty pussy feels like it was made for me to fuck.” 

He felt you shudder through his cock, his balls tight when your movements began to falter, legs shaking. “It was,” you gasped, clamping around him. “Frankie—I’m close. P-Please just—” your words cut off with a moan, head falling over his. He heard you sniffling. 

Frankie’s hands drew soothing patters over your back, feeling every dip and curve of your body. 

“Do you want me to make you come?” he asked. 

“Please.” 

With his feet firmly planted on the floor, he pushed up into you, burying himself as deep as he could. Your arms curled around his head like spiderwebs, the scent of sex and cannabis clung to your skin, breasts heavy as they swayed with his thrusts. 

He couldn’t help himself. You felt tight, warm—just aching for him to fill up. His entire body clenched as he shoved you down, his cock fully engulfed by your heat. He spilled into you, it’s so overwhelming that it’s borderline painful. He could fuck you until the end of time. 

A sudden worry consumed him. Frankie was quick to smooth your back with open palms, looking up at you with soft and pleading eyes. 

“S-Shit, I’m sorry—” 

But on the contrary, you seemed glad. You seemed satisfied and happy. 

“Don’t worry,” you let out a shaky breath. “I’m on the pill.” 

He found you half unconscious sprawled upon the couch. It wasn’t the first time Frankie found you like this, like a picture of his past, showcasing his worst moments and forcing him to re-live them. You groaned as he lifted you up, pushing you into a sitting position. He parted your fingers and shoved a glass of cool water into your hand. You smileed in a daze. 

“Thanks,” you muttered, your voice scratchy and dry. “How was your day?” 

Frankie didn’t answer. He scoffed and continued to clean up, when that was done he guided you to the bathroom. He placed you into the warm water, scrubbing the sweat off your skin. You started crying then. Shaking and muttering apologies, that he didn’t deserve this. He didn’t really think that way. Was it sad to see you like this, yes, no doubt about it. But he didn’t blame you. He didn’t think you were being evil or malevolent. You needed help. 

He needed help once too. And you weren’t anything that he couldn’t handle. Just a shit ton of weed and alcohol. He just needed to be here and it would be okay. He wanted to keep his promise.

Frankie told you as such. Not that you believed him. But he said it anyway. Reminding you that he was here, that it was okay. He would talk about himself, what he’d gone through without going into much detail. He didn’t think you were ready to hear that part of him yet. 

He smoothly guided the loofa over your skin, suds moving up and down. He noticed the bruises on your arms, your ribs. 

“What are these?” he asked. 

You looked down, shaking your head. “From work,” you quickly said. “I fell. Nothing important.” 

Frankie nodded and didn’t press any further. 

But the bruises didn’t stop. 

Every night when you came back from work, you had bruises, cuts, it almost looked like you were fighting but with who he had no idea. It became a problem. Him asking. It agitated you, made you lash out. And you lashing out made him lash out. He never wanted to break up, the opposite, he wanted to be with you. 

The words just slipped. 

“You need to tell me what’s going on so I can help. Do you want me to leave, is that it?” 

“Maybe you should.” Frankie made a face and you sighed. “Maybe it’s better for the both of us if we spend some time apart. Honestly, it’s probably better for you. I’m not…I’m not well, Frankie. You deserve someone better.” 

“What does that even mean?” Should he be angry? Should he put weight on these words that you were saying? 

“It means that my…my feelings aren’t enough to make this work.” 

“I think they’re plenty.” 

“They’re not, Frankie. You know that. This isn’t fair to you. You deserve someone who’s whole, someone who isn’t broken.” 

“Stop calling yourself that,” he snapped. “you’re not broken. I never thought that you were.” 

You walked up to him, a single tear trickling down your cheek as you placed a hand to his rough, stubbled cheek. "Goodbye, Frankie. Thank you," you whispered, before leaning in and kissing him softly on the lips.

Frankie's eyes widened in surprise, his body tensing for a moment before he relaxed into the kiss. It was brief, but it spoke volumes - of regret, of love, of loss.

When he left Frankie heard the sound of glass shattering against a hard surface.

Frankie regretted everything. He regretted Benny talking him into flying to San Francisco and he regretted saying yes to coming to this shitshow of a club just because Benny went on and on about how it was the hottest new thing. 

And typical of Benny, he was nowhere to be found. 

The air around him was suffocating. It smelled of alcohol and sweet perfume that was strong enough that he felt his nose might fall off at any given moment. People around him danced and laughed. He never felt more out of place in his life. He lifted his ballcap and ran his fingers through his hair. He should definitely go back to his hotel room. He’s sure Benny would understand. Besides what was the alternative? Find a random person to fuck? He wasn’t really in the mood to make pleasantries and act like he was fine when in reality he wasn't. 

Needless to say, the breakup had affected him more than he cared to admit. 

A group of girls shoved him around and his eyes went over the many drunk people in the club. He was desperately hoping Benny would miraculously appear in the midst of the people. Wouldn’t that be amazing?

His eyes caught glimpse of a couple sitting in one of the booths. It was hard to see due to the red light but still, he could never truly forget what you looked like, no matter how dimly lit it was. The man you were sitting with somewhat resembled him, he was clean-shaven, his mustache trimmed and neat. His eyes traced the curve of his nose, the dip of his eyebrows, the flat line of his lips. Frankie found the cowboy hat to be comical but he couldn’t really judge anyone when he wore a baseball cap 24/7. 

The cowboy leaned into your ear and murmured something but you were heavily distracted, your gaze glued to Frankie. It truly must’ve been a shock seeing him here. Not wanting to be rude, Frankie smiled, it was forced, it was broad but it was the best he could do as he headed in your direction. It just happened. He hadn’t really thought about it. 

“Hey.” he said. 

You looked up, a forced smile slowly spreading across your face. Frankie was somewhat pleased he wasn’t the only one feeling awkward. But despite it all, it was good to see you. 

“Hey,” you answered, a slight tremble in your voice. “How are you, Frankie?” 

“I’m good, you?” 

“Doing better,” this time, he noticed, your smile was a sincere one. “What are you doing here? This place doesn’t exactly scream ‘this is a hangout place for Frankie Morales’.” 

He chuckled and scratched the back of his head. For a second, he’d forgotten there was someone else with you. His heart sank when he heard the deep voice cut through the greetings from the past. 

“Aren’t you going to introduce us, buttercup?” 

Both you and Frankie turned to Jack, Frankie’s eyes scanned the other man with a hint of curiosity. He followed the way the other’s arm was tightly wrapped around your waist. Jealousy rolled in his stomach, he was glad that you were happy, of course. Still, he couldn’t deny the loud blood rush in his ears. 

“Frankie this is Ja– Bruce. This is Bruce,” you said, Frankie raised an eyebrow at the mixup. He wasn’t stupid. “He’s my–” 

Bruce (Frankie didn’t believe that was the man’s name but he’d play along for now) cut in, his voice dripping with amusement. 

“Boyfriend,” he leaned forward with an extended hand. With a kind, yet emotionless smile, Frankie squeezed the aforementioned limb. “Nice to meet you, Frankie.” 

“Nice to meet you too.” 

It wasn’t. 

The air was thick with tension. You moved uncomfortably in your seat, as Frankie held “Bruce”’s gaze. He’s not sure what it was but the other man managed to rail him up by simply just sitting. It was an odd feeling, usually, Frankie was known to be level-headed in these kinds of situations. After everything he’s seen, he just assumed stuff like this wouldn’t bother him anymore. He pinched his brows together. It was uncomfortable to think that he was just faking not being bothered. Acting above it all.  

His jaw tensed, his skin incredibly warm. Suddenly the music and the loud chatter faded into the background, all he could focus on was the other man—even you had become a blurred image to a degree. The man smiled, his hand on your waist gradually sliding up your body while answering Frankie’s gaze. The latter swallowed. 

You gasped when the same hand cupped your breast and began to knead it. 

“What are you doing?” 

Frankie’s mouth went dry. 

“Don’t fret, I’m just giving our friend a little show,” 

Frankie vaguely noticed you staring at him, he was frozen still. His gaze was glued to the hand lazily squeezing your breast. Bruce nuzzled the dip of your jawline, lips gently grazing the line of your neck, and he breathed you in. Frankie licked his lips, his fingers twitching against the denim of his pants. Something primal stirred in him when your breath hitched. The red light gave the two of them a vibrant, erotic hue. The front of his jeans suddenly felt tight, uncomfortable. 

The cowboy’s other hand traveled down to the wetness that Frankie’s sure had grown substantially between your legs. He noted the way your eyes rolled back, his finger underneath your dress, he imagined the other tracing your clothed folds.

“Do you enjoy being watched, dear?” he purred into your skin, his voice low and mocking. Then he looked up to Frankie who was frozen still. “Look at you, staring at her like a deer in headlights. Don’t you wanna come over here and feel how wet she is?” 

Frankie had to stop himself from leaning forward, he was more than ready to take that extra step. His skin tingled. His eyes flit from the other man to you. He saw the way you stared at him, blinking heavily, a silent plea for him to come closer. He furrowed his brows, if you wanted to he’d happily take a seat next to you. He stepped closer, his heart skipped a beat. Bruce seemed to be delighted. 

“Are you sure?” Frankie asked you. 

You’re about to nod– No, not about to, you’re in the midst of nodding, but the movement was cut short when you saw something Frankie couldn’t. You were staring through him, your eyes went wide. 

“Shit.” 

Frankie watched dumbfounded as you grabbed Bruce by the arm and tugged him along as you scurried up from the booth. He took a step back, trying to make sense of what was happening. Bruce glared at you and yanked his arm away.

“What the hell–” 

“It’s him– Albert Dunn, the waitress tipped him off. Come on Jack we need to go,” 

Frankie raised an eyebrow. “Jack?” 

He fucking knew his name wasn’t Bruce. He didn’t look like a Bruce. 

Jack rushed to the door, leaving you alone. Frankie was worried, but he also felt anger simmering in his gut. So you went back to your ex, the ex that made you feel like shit and pushed you to seek comfort in other substances. Oh yeah, he was definitely angry. 

He took a hold of your wrist and pulled you close so his voice could reach you. 

“That was Jack? I thought–” he sighed and shook his head, it was hard to swallow his frustrations down but somehow he managed to do it. “You’re not in any kind of trouble, right? You’re safe?” 

You nodded as you attempted to peel yourself away from his grasp, but he didn’t let you. He squeezed your wrists hard enough to be understood as a warning.  

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” 

“I can’t, I’m sorry.”

He felt defeated at that moment, his stomach sinking and his pulse slowing. His grip around your wrists loosened, and despite the crowd, it felt like it was only the two of you present. The bass of the music made his heart thud accordingly, his gaze dropped to the floor. 

“I’ll call you,” you said suddenly. 

Before Frankie could answer, you ran and disappeared into the crowd. He just stood there, hands lifeless against his body. Some part of him wanted to chase after you, but another part knew that he shouldn’t. 

He didn’t know when but he jerked when a hand smacked his shoulder. Frankie turned only to see Benny, his smile faded as he saw Frankie’s expression. 

“Are you alright, Fish?” 

He wasn’t.

Frankie was working on a car for what felt like hours. 

Sweat drips down his forehead and neck, leaving streaks of dirt on his skin. He wipes his oily hands on the rag that hangs from his back pocket, his eyes squinting against the hot sun. The air around him is thick with the smell of gasoline and motor oil, but he barely notices it anymore.

He sighs as he stands up, his knees aching from being hunched over for so long. The car is almost done, but he needs a break. He reaches for his water bottle, taking a long drink before leaning against the hood of the car.

That's when he hears it - the roar of an engine. He turns his head to see a vintage Ford Bronco driving towards him. He raises an eyebrow, surprised. It's not every day that a classic car like that pulls into his garage.

As the car comes to a stop, he walks towards it, wiping his hands on his jeans. He squints into the driver's seat, but he can't make out the driver's face. He shrugs, assuming it's just another customer, and goes back to his work.

But as the driver gets out of the car, Frankie's heart skips a beat—which he doesn’t appreciate. It's Jack. He feels a rush of emotion that he can't quite place. The man hops out of the car and greets him by tipping his hat. Frankie doesn’t return Jack’s enthusiasm. He just stares at him, confused. 

“Need your car fixed?” he asks, hoping this is just a coincidence. 

“Not quite,” Jack drawls. “I actually wanted to apologize for my behavior a week back—in the bar.” he adds when Frankie gave him a quizzical look. “I would like to buy you a drink.” 

Frankie waves him off in dismissal, “No need. It’s nice for you to apologize but we don’t need to be friends. It’s weird.” 

“I suppose it is,” he grins. “Just one drink.” 

“Why?” 

“I just want to talk,” he answers, teeth poking above his lip. “I don’t bite, promise.” 

Frankie seems to have a lot of regrets nowadays. This is just one of many.

They walk into a dimly lit bar, the cool air conditioning a welcome relief from the hot day. Jack leads the way to a booth in the corner, and they both slide in, facing each other. Every muscle Frankie feels uncomfortably tight over his bones. 

He really shouldn’t be here.

Jack orders them both a whiskey on the rocks, and he unpromptedly clinks his glass against Frankie’s. The first sip burns down Frankie's throat, but he relishes the sensation. 

“So… you’re a mechanic?” Jack asks. 

“She didn’t tell you much about me did she?” Frankie smiles, the corners of his lips twitch. “No, I guess she wouldn’t. Why would she tell her boyfriend about her ex.” 

“We aren’t actually—” Jack swallows. “We aren’t actually a couple. We ain’t even friends to be truthful, just acquaintances.” 

“From work?” Frankie asks despite knowing the answer, the other nods. 

Frankie takes another sip of his whiskey and studies Jack’s face. There’s something different about him now. Maybe it’s the way he carries himself or the set of his jaw, but Frankie can’t quite put his finger on it. Frankie leans back against the booth, his eyes fixed on Jack’s face. He can feel his body tensing up again, despite the coolness of the air conditioning. He takes another sip of his whiskey, hoping it will calm his nerves.

“Listen, Jack,” Frankie says, his voice low. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

“I don’t want anythin’,” Jack says, his eyes meeting Frankie’s. 

“Then why are we here?” 

“I was just curious about what kind of man you are,” he swipes over his bottom lip. “She might’ve not spoken about you much but when she did, she did speak highly of you.” 

Jack leans in closer, his arm brushing against Frankie's. 

“It seems like you’re a much better man than I could ever be.” 

“I wouldn’t really go that far. I don’t know you and I don’t know what she said but nothing is ever that simple.” 

Frankie observes as Jack’s eyebrows slowly raise, eyes only slightly wider. The other seems taken aback by the words and Frankie’s not really sure why. Maybe Jack still wasn’t aware that good and bad didn’t exist, that they were just terms. No one is really truly bad or truly good, you understand that after being at war, after shooting others that had families and loved one’s before they shot you. 

He shakes his head, trying to rid his thoughts of unpleasant memories. Those thoughts were only reserved for the late hours till morning—

Frankie feels the heat rising in his cheeks as Jack's hand brushes against his knee. He tries to ignore it, but he can't help but feel a stirring in his chest.

They start to get closer, their arms touching as they lean in to talk. Frankie can feel the heat of Jack's body next to his. Jack’s gaze lingers on him. He takes a sip of his drink, trying to steady his nerves. Frankie’s leg bobs up and down, he should leave. 

“I should go,” Frankie chokes out, he shifts in his seat, getting ready to get up.

“Stay.” 

Frankie can feel Jack’s breath on his cheek and his heart starts to race. It’s just a voice. Jack’s not even touching him, he not holding his wrists, doesn’t have a gun to his head but despite it, Frankie stills. 

“I appreciate the drink,” he says, trying to keep his voice steady. “But I’m fine.”

“Are you sure about that?” Jack asks.

“I’m sure,” he says, his eyes locked with Jack’s.

Jack leans in even closer, his lips just inches away from Frankie’s ear. “Alright then,” he whispers, his breath sending shivers down Frankie’s spine. “See you later, Francisco.” 

Frankie can’t throw himself out of the bar fast enough. 

The world around him spins, the cars louder, brighter the before. He heaves a breath. What the hell was that? He thinks over and over. The warmth of Jack’s breath still lingers and Frankie crosses the street, adamant about putting as much distance as he can. 

When he’s on the other side, his phone buzzes in his pocket. He doesn’t recognize the caller ID but takes any kind of distraction with open arms and answers. 

“Hello?” 

“Frankie it’s me,” you say and an odd sense of relief washes over him. “Can we meet up?” 

He stops, takes deep breaths of the city air. His throat is dry and he lifts his head to the sky. 

“Sure,” he answers. “How does tomorrow sound?” 

#frankie morales x you #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales #jack daniels x fem!reader #jack daniels x you #jack daniels x reader #agent whiskey x you #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x f!reader #frankie morales x you x jack daniels #frankie morales x reader x jack daniels #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

[lincolndjarin]

THIS MASTER LIST WILL NO LONGER BE UPDATED !!!

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NAVIGATION:

★ - series

✦ - story containing smut

𓅫 - dead dove do not eat

DIN DJARIN

★✦ Best Kept Secret : bodyguard!din djarin x princess!reader ^ completed

✦ Sweet Boy : din djarin x gn!reader

din asks you to buy something for him at the local markets.

✦ Bound in Beskar : din djarin x f!reader

A down on her luck traveler finds employment with a gruff Mandalorian. He's quiet and reserved, she's resourceful and quick witted, and things are heating up in the forge... one can only imagine what happens in this tale of lust and steel.

JOEL MILLER

★✦ Oh Honey : monster!joel miller x mortician!reader ongoing ^ chapter 5 coming soon

★✦ Every Now and Then : joel miller x f!reader ongoing ^ chapter 2 coming soon

✦ Pretty in Pink : joel miller x f!reader

you and joel have been trying for a baby for a while now, you're skeptical when you get advice from a friend but you're willing to try anything at this point.

✦ The Dragonfly & The Moon : joel miller x f!reader

you and joel decide to take the next step in your relationship.

My Sister Lives in the Attic : joel miller x f!reader

a short story about grief.

AGENT WHISKEY

✦ Ride Cowgirl! : jack daniels x f!reader

you like to make bets with your coworker for simple things, what happens when he decides he wants to raise the stakes?

𓅫✦ More & More & More : jack daniels x f!reader

jack likes to push things.

FRANCISCO MORALES

𓅫✦ A Little Mishap : frankie morales x f!reader

you and frankie return to base camp after an unsuccessful mission, each of you blaming the other for the outcome.

JAVIER PEÑA

✦ Constructive Criticisms : javier peña x f!reader

javier peña has been a thorn in your side for months, the last thing you need is for him to find out you write dirty fanfiction

EZRA

𓅫✦ The Thing That Gives : ezra x f!reader

tentacles, tentacles, and more tentacles.

EXTRAS :

drabbles: (under 1k words)

✦ sub!din x f!reader

✦ dieter bravo x f!reader

✦ comandante veracruz x f!reader

#lincolndjarin #masterlist

[javier-pena]

So ... I recently hit 10,000 followers, which is completely insane to me!! I wish I could thank each and everyone of you who has been here since the beginning or who followed two days ago personally, but that's just not possible. Instead, I'm doing a small request-based fic celebration 🤭

What is it about?

You can choose from a list of characters and a list of prompts (or send in your own) and I will write a (hopefully) short fic (1-3k words) based on your request. You can choose a stand-alone fic or request something that fits into one of my longer stories (Hubris, Triumvirate, In Plain Sight, the Javi G universe). Please send in your requests until April 27!

How to send in your requests?

Please send me an ask (anonymous or not) specifying the following:

Step 1: Do you want your fic to be reader insert?

Please specify the gender (if there is no specification, I will most likely write f!reader, but I might choose something else if I think it fits the prompt). You don't have to choose just one character, you can also choose more, e.g. Javi Gutierrez x f!reader x Dieter Bravo x Agent Whiskey. Your request doesn't have to be reader insert, you can also request a specific dynamic, e.g. Javier Peña x Joel Miller.

Step 2: Do you want your fic to be nsfw?

If you want your fic to be nsfw or if you don't want it to be nsfw please specify this in your request. If you don't, I will write whatever fits the prompt.

Step 3: Is there anything you want me to avoid?

If there are any triggers, themes, character traits etc. you don't want me to include, please tell me. The fics will come with warnings but I wouldn't want to write something you can't/don't want to read for whatever reason.

Step 4: Choose one or more character(s)!

I will write for the following characters. You can send in a different character too, but there is no guarantee I will write your request unless it's another character from the movie/show that's on the list (e.g. Tommy Miller).

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble)

Clint (Freaky Tales)

Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey (Kingsman: The Golden Circle)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Ezra (Prospect)

Lucien Flores (The Uninvited)

Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

Frankie Morales (Triple Frontier)

Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption 2)

Javier Peña (Narcos)

Tess Servopoulos (The Last of Us)

Silva (Strange Way of Life) - I will not write x f!reader for Silva

Dave York (The Equalizer 2)

Step 5: Choose a promt!

You can choose up to three of the following prompts or send in your own.

"Is it okay if I sleep here tonight?"

"And what are you going to do about that?"

"I would love to spoil you, can I do this for you?"

"I can't stop thinking about kissing you."

"I don't like you!" "Finally something we can agree on."

“My tongue still remembers the way you taste.”

“Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.”

"Can you just look at me? Please?"

"Don't play with me."

"It's not your choice."

"Please tell me I can touch you."

"Make me beg for it."

"Oh, you're hard to please."

"Let's ruin ourselves for anyone else."

"You're still holding back, just let go."

"I don't want you to say that you love me. Love will not fix anything. It just makes everything more complicated."

"Don't look at me like that." "How am I looking at you?"

"I cannot change my feelings for you, believe me, I fucking tried."

"You knew how I feel about you. You have to have known."

"Don't make me jealous."

"I'm going to be here when you wake up."

"I could make you beg for it." "I would love to see you try."

"I already have a boyfriend." "That's great. Invite him as well."

"It was just a kiss."

"I don't feel like we're close enough to have this type of conversation."

"Oh, jealousy looks good on you."

"Do you still have feelings for me?" "Well, do you still have feelings for me?" "I asked first."

"Three years was not enough to get over you."

"What if someone sees us?"

"You're not my dirty little secret. And I never want you to think that."

"No, I refuse to believe that you would do that to me."

"You're just saying that to be nice. No need to pity me." "What I feel for you is definitely not pity."

Step 6: Have fun!

And if you have any questions, please don't hesitate to message me!

#10k follower celebration #follower celebration #i've been so excited about this for months!!!!!!!!

[pascalpvnk]

december & january fic recs list

hello! welcome to the second installment of my end of the month(ish) fic recs posts :) listed in no particular order, just as each fic was read! [once again, if your fic has found a cozy home on my tbr blog, don't fret! i will work through each one slowly but surely xx (divider by @saradika-graphics)

important post regarding TLOU + Neil Druckmann’s Zionism!!

heed all warnings according to each fic. if there's something on here that isn't your cup of tea and you don't want to read it, then scroll past. thank you!

fic rec masterlist // main masterlist

a * denotes smut (18+ MDNI!!)

drabbles

untitled [joel cares for you when you're ill] - @undercoverpena (soft!joel miller x reader) snooze - @tightjeansjavi (joel miller x f!reader) untitled [first date arm appreciation] - @softlyspector (joel miller x f!reader)

oneshots

Joel Miller

sweet thing* - @honeyedmiller (jackson!joel x sunshine!f!reader) study days with joel* - @bearsbeetsbeskar (joel miller x f!reader) joel nye, the science guy* - @endlessthxxghts (joel miller x afab!reader) love shack - @pascalispretty (joel miller x gn!reader) do you like it here?* - @/endlessthxxghts (joel miller x afab!reader) a burning desire - @/honeyedmiller (firefighter!joel miller x f!reader) hiraeth* - @/honeyedmiller (dbf!joel miller x f!reader) ripe* - @hier--soir (preoutbreak!joel miller x f!reader) teacher's pet* - @javiscigarette (joel miller x virgin!f!reader) the way he was - @cavillscurls (joel miller x reader) a lesson in condom sense* - @joeloverture (dbf!joel miller x f!reader) softness - @joelsgreys (post outbreak!joel miller x f!reader) texas hold 'em* - @sweetercalypso (joel miller x f!reader) yellow bird* [from whiskey sour universe] - @kiwisbell (joel miller x f!reader) sick days with joel miller - @/bearsbeetsbeskar (joel miller x f!reader) caught the bug - @mrsmando (joel miller x f!reader) warm me up* - @/tightjeansjavi (game!joel miller x f!reader) your heart, a sonnet - @kedsandtubesocks (author!joel miller x f!reader) will you show me?* - @eupheme (no-outbreak!joel x f!reader, joel x reader x tess) untitled request [body insecurity comfort] - @forever-rogue (joel miller x f!reader) like nothing matters* - @sp00kymulderr (joel miller x afab!reader) yours and mine, mine and yours - @morallyinept (no-outbreak!joel miller x pregnant!afab!reader) untitled* [body worship] - @/softlyspector (joel miller x afab!reader)

Frankie Morales

sweet treat [part I // part II] - @/mrsmando (sweet!frankie morales x f!plus-size!reader) worship* - @/tightjeansjavi (frankie morales x f!reader) birthday girl* - @ilovepedro (frankie morales x plus-size!latina!f!reader) pickup truck* - @luxurychristmaspudding (frankie morales x f!reader) end up here* - @inthe-dark-tonight (frankie morales x f!reader) hungry* - @/endlessthxxghts (frankie morales x f!reader) stalemate* - @joelscurls (frankie morales x f!reader)

Javier Peña

use me* - @palioom (javier peña x f!reader) knead - @/tightjeansjavi (javier peña x f!reader) nights are so starry, blood moonlit* - @janaispunk (javier peña x f!reader)

Misc.

blue jean baby* - @fettuccin-e (agent whiskey x afab!fem!reader) peeta mellark: your loser boyfriend* - @zombatss (peeta mellark x afab!reader) more than friends* - @gracieheartspedro (best friend!ellie williams x f!reader) let me be needed* - @/luxurychristmaspudding (din djarin x f!sex worker!reader)

series

i know it when i see it* [part six*] - @bageldaddy (pornstar!joel miller x fem!reader) catfish* - @/tightjeansjavi (fisherman!frankie morales x bartender!reader) cherry thrill* [lights*] - @hellishjoel (tattoo artist!daddy dom!joel miller x virgin!sub!f!reader) the checklist* [hot & cold* // take my breath away* // what's in the bag*] - @thetriumphantpanda (joel miller x f!reader) your needs, my needs - @/gracieheartspedro (cowboy!joel miller x f!reader)

so sorry this is late :') i was having so many formatting issues lmao. thank you all for sharing your wonderful fics xx

#pascalpvnk fic recs #my talented moots <3 #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters

[loslentesdepedrito]

I'm Your Wife- Chapter One

Top right gif by: @uuuhshiny , bottom left gif by: @userdjarin

Pairing: Jack Daniels ‘Agent Whiskey’x Spanish-speaking f!reader and Javier Peña x Spanish-speaking f!reader (Spanish translations are provided.)

Word count: 4.7k+

Next Chapter: I'm Your Wife- Chapter Two

Chapter summary: You're filled with excitement as you share news with your husband, Jack. However, his reaction isn't what you were expecting. His hurtful and hateful words leave you reeling, causing you to reconsider your marriage. Luckily, friends and family are there to help you through.

Rating: 18+ no explicit content but I'd rather not have minors read these types of subjects. Warning contains spoilers, but please read if you'd like!!! They are below the cut.

Warnings: ANGST, topics of death and mourning, language used by the characters is harsh and contains strong emotions, pregnancy, divorce, toxic marriage. (I hope I didn’t forget anything, it’s been years since I wrote this.)

A/N: Yes, I'm aware that this piece bears similarities to my first work (Jack Daniels and Frankie Morales) that I shared here. However, I only realized this after creating the graphic at the top. Oops! If you've grown tired of the Whiskey storyline, I have another piece with Dave York available!

"Jack?" You call out, anticipation and happiness filling your voice. Jack brings his head up and looks at you, his eyes reflecting the joy that radiates from you.

"Yes, sugar?" he responds, mirroring your smile with his own.

You can't help but let your smile grow wider. "I'm pregnant!"

But the moment the words escape your lips, Jack's smile vanishes before your eyes. Confusion swirls within you, and you can't understand his reaction. "No, you ain’t," he denies firmly.

You refuse to let his denial dampen your excitement. With a quieter voice, you insist, "Yes, I am."

Again, he denies your claim. "No. You ain’t pregnant." His Southern drawl carries a mix of shock and denial.

He’s got to be in shock, right? you wonder silently, trying to make sense of his reaction. He must be, you reason, which is why you decide to make it more tangible for him.

"I am. Look!" You declare proudly, pulling out the glossy black and white sonogram from your pocket, and presenting it to him.

But to Jack, it all feels wrong. He glances at the sonogram, your name on the top left corner, and the blurry white image representing the tiny life growing inside you. Overwhelmed by a flood of emotions, Jack shuts his eyes tightly, wishing desperately that this is all just a nightmare. Meanwhile, you remain over the moon, your gaze fixated on the sonogram, admiring the newly forming person you already love the most. I already love you more than words can describe. You’ll be loved so much, I promise. 

In an instant, a sharp sting shoots through your right fingertips, eliciting a hiss of pain from your lips. Startled, you look down and see the crumpled sonogram on the floor. It becomes clear to you that Jack's intention was simply to drop the picture, but the force behind his action accidentally inflicted pain on your fingers. As you wince from the ache, Jack's realization dawns upon him, triggered by the audible hiss of pain that escaped you. However, the physical pain in your hand pales in comparison to the overwhelming confusion and hurt that now blossoms within you.

The sharp sting brings you back to reality, and you struggle to comprehend why you felt the need to step away from your own husband. Your heartbeat quickens, mirroring the pace of your racing thoughts, as you bend down to pick up the now-bent sonogram.

Jack has never laid a hand on you before, not even in the slightest way. You take a cautious step back, ensuring a safe distance between you. Your voice quivers with a mix of concern and hurt as you ask, "What's wrong with you?"

He shakes his head frantically, before he finally speaks, "This ain’t supposed to happen."

Confusion deepens within you, and you struggle to understand his meaning. "What... what do you mean, love?"

"This ain’t supposed to happen," Jack repeats, his voice filled with desperation.

You remain silent, your heart pounding in your chest, waiting for him to offer an explanation. But his next words cut through you like a knife. "You can't be pregnant... You just can't!"

You flinch back, wounded by his outburst. The pain in his words sears through, and tears well up in your eyes. "This ain’t supposed to happen with you," he continues, his voice filled with anguish. "I... I was supposed to have a family with my wife."

His reference to his first wife, tragically taken from him years before you entered his life, shatters your heart into a million pieces. The weight of his grief and loss settles heavily upon you, mingling with your own pain. You whisper, barely audible, "I'm your wife."

The words escape your lips, your voice barely registering as a hushed murmur. But Jack's confusion echoes in his question, "What?"

"I'M YOUR WIFE!" you shout, your voice filled with hurt and frustration. "It's me! You married me!"

"I held my tongue for so long, but I can't bear it any longer," you continue, your words pouring out in a torrent of pent-up emotions. "You make me feel like the other woman like you didn't even marry me."

"You always call her your wife when I'm right next to you. And no, this isn't being dramatic or exaggerating. Did you know you've always done it? Even my own family noticed and they keep having to pull me aside to tell me about it. It wasn't just a slip of the tongue, because you always do it. That's why no one in my family likes you!"

Tears stream down your face as you pour out your heart, laying bare the insecurities and pain that have haunted you for the entirety of your marriage. "I never told you because I didn't want to seem selfish or disrespectful, but you're the one who only thinks of himself and has no respect for me.”

“¡Dios mio!" You exclaim in exasperation. "I told myself I was going crazy for feeling this way. You said it when we were dating, then when we got engaged, and foolishly, I thought you would stop once we became husband and wife. But no."

"When we were dating and talked about our future, I made it clear that I wanted to get married and eventually have children. You knew this! If you didn't want the same things, we should have parted ways, but you said you wanted it too." You say, your voice choking with emotion.

Your voice cracks with frustration and heartache as you continue, "Well, I guess you needed a big wedding to consider me your wife, huh?” You let out a bitter chuckle, the sound carrying a tinge of despair. “You couldn't even give me the wedding of my dreams. I always wanted a celebration with all of my family, and you disregarded my wishes. Fuck, I should have seen this coming! You didn't want a big wedding to overshadow your perfect one, right?" Your words are filled with bitter resentment as you yell out your frustrations.

"YES!" Jack explodes, his own emotions coming to the surface. "I didn't want to replace her memory with you! My first weddin’ was perfect, and nothin’ could have beat it. So, why should I have tried to replicate it with you? I still love her and my boy so much... I tried with you, but it just ain't right! You need to get rid of it. Y'can't keep goin' through with it. She's the love of my life, and you..."

His words slice through your heart, leaving you in pieces. You collapse into sobs, your entire being overwhelmed by the weight of his contempt of you and the anguish of his lingering love for his late wife. "Your first wedding or your first wife?" You choke out through your tears. 

"Marrying you was the worst decision I ever made." Jack's words hit you like a punch to the gut, intensifying your heartbreak.

Why the hell did he marry me then? Echoes in your head, tormenting you with unanswered questions and self-doubt.

"Then why am I still in your life?" you manage to say, your voice barely audible as you struggle to understand why he hasn't let you go if you're such a disappointment to him.

"Because you're needy and fuckin’ clingy, and you won't let g-" Jack's words are abruptly cut off by your interruption.

"Don't," You interject. "You don't have to finish that sentence." You say through the knot in your throat. "I know where I'm not wanted. Don't worry, I won't force you to stay in this so-called marriage, and I will not force you to be my child's father.”

Your voice trembles with a mixture of sadness and determination, as you gather the strength to continue. "I can't keep being the only one fighting for this relationship. The only one who wants to be in this marriage. I won't even suggest therapy. Remember the last time I asked you to go? You wouldn't fucking talk to me and kept going to her grave and god knows where else! For two weeks! Do you have any idea how I felt? I can't keep doing this. I won't compete with a ghost. Not anymore. I'm done.” After those two weeks, I don’t know how I believe we could have worked through his grief. I just.. I didn’t know he didn’t love me...

The words hang in the air, heavy with finality. You take a deep breath, mustering the strength to continue. "I'll contact my lawyer and initiate the divorce proceedings. The papers should arrive soon. I won't ask you for any financial support for my child. So, just do one last thing for me — I mean, you've never really done anything for me — but sign the papers as soon as you receive them, so I can stop being the wife you despise. I'll stay somewhere else tonight, and people will come tomorrow morning to move all my personal belongings. Anything we purchased together will be sold, and the payment will be spl- You know what? I don't have time for this. My lawyer will clarify everything." The words leave your lips with a mix of sadness and determination, the image of a shattered dream painted across your mind.

Through tear-filled eyes, you gather your strength and make a decision. It's time to take control of your own happiness, to reclaim your sense of self-worth. With a trembling voice, you declare, "I won't let myself be treated like this anymore. I deserve to be with someone who loves and cherishes me. I won't settle for anything less."

You feel drained, your heart shattered, but you know you need to leave. You put the sonogram in your purse and turn to head out, but not before you deliver a final blow. "When someone asks about your wife is, you can say her name. You already do."

Jack stands frozen, his mind filled with regret and the realization of the irreparable damage he has caused. Part of him wants to chase after you, to beg you to stay, but he remains rooted to the spot, consumed by guilt and sorrow. The room feels empty and suffocating, the shattered dreams and broken promises hanging heavily in the air.

Jack's eyes snap open to a sudden commotion reverberating through the walls of his house. His Statesman training kicks in, and he springs out of bed with the speed of lightning. The adrenaline coursing through his veins fuels his urgency to investigate the source of the disturbance. Hastily, he descends the stairs, his mind racing, and his heart pounding in his chest.

As Jack reaches the ground floor, he is met with an unexpected sight. A decent group of movers, your family, and your friends filling the space. Instantly, his gaze falls upon your cousins, aunts, uncles, and fucking Javier Peña. Jack's blood boils with a deep-seated hatred for Javier.

Javier had been your best friend during your early childhood, but with a move across the country, you never saw him again. Until, five months ago, when everything changed. You and Jack were out grocery shopping when you reached for a package of chocolate abuelita. In that split second, a large hand enveloped yours, jolting your attention towards a deep voice that called out, "Cariño?" The whirlwind of emotions Jack experienced was suffocating. He watched, consumed by jealousy, as you recognized the man before you. Witnessing the radiant expression on your face, he saw you embrace Javier and ecstatically exclaim, "Javi!" The sight of your reddened cheeks when you released him, burned a searing image into Jack's memory. Despite Jack’s language barrier, he observed how animatedly you conversed with Javier. Although he couldn't understand most of the conversation, he caught the moment when Javier mentioned that he was only in town for one day and then swiftly requested to exchange contact information. Concealing himself around the corner, Jack surreptitiously observed the scene of you giving Javier one last hug, unable to tear his eyes away.

Right after you parted ways with Javier, you excitedly recounted the encounter to Jack, oblivious to the torment it caused him. You spoke about your long-lost friend Javier, sharing every detail, and Jack listened, pretending it was all fresh information. Before the day was over, you informed Jack that Javier had called to tell you he accepted a position at the local police department and asked you to meet him so you could catch up.

The memories flood back for Jack, his resentment towards Javier intensifying. He vividly remembers the christening of one of your second cousins, a significant event, and one where your family showered Javier with adoration. It was another moment that added fuel to Jack's growing disdain for him.

Now, here he stands, witnessing Javier Peña loitering around his home, overseeing the packing of your belongings into cardboard boxes. The sight ignites an inferno within Jack, further fueling his abhorrence for the man everyone loved.

In a flurry of activity, everyone rushes about, their movements brimming with urgency. Oblivious to Jack's presence, they fail to notice him standing at the bottom of the staircase. Suddenly, your friend, colleague, and lawyer, Raul, approaches Jack, breaking through the chaos. The weight of the forthcoming conversation settles heavily upon Jack as Raul addresses him, his tone grave, "Mr. Daniels, we have some matters to discuss."

Jack tenses, fully aware of the impending storm that awaits him. Every word uttered by Raul feels like a stab wound, each syllable a reminder of the impending divorce. The word echoes relentlessly in his mind, sending shockwaves through his entire being. Jack longs for a blink, a mere blink to make all of this vanish, to have you by his side once more. Deep down, though, he knows he cannot be the father your child deserves, and he fears you'll never take him back after the hurtful words he unleashed. Helplessly, he stands there, his emotions raging, as every piece of your shared life is stripped away. Clothes, jewelry, pictures, shoes, bags, kitchenware, even the goddamn fridge magnets—every item is callously placed into clear bags and then transferred into their respective brown cardboard boxes, their labels written in bold red letters.

The pain intensifies as your favorite cousin removes your wedding pictures from the wall, carelessly flipping them upside down before removing them from their expensive frame, and then unceremoniously tossing only the pictures into a box labeled 'QUE ARDA.' Jack wonders what you plan to do with those cherished memories. He makes a mental note to translate that phrase later, his mind cluttered with thoughts and emotions.

As the relentless dismantling of memories continues, Jack withdraws into the sanctuary of your shared bedroom, seeking solace amidst the chaos. The weight of despair presses upon him, urging him to preserve a fragment of what once was. With trembling hands and a heavy heart, he surreptitiously slides one cherished wedding photograph beneath the protective shelter of his underwear drawer. It rests there, hidden from prying eyes, a bittersweet reminder of a love that now hangs by a thread. The image captures the essence of your wedding day, a moment frozen in time where love and hope intertwined. It represents a fleeting glimpse of happiness that Jack yearns to hold onto, to cherish, even if only in the confines of his solitary existence. As his eyes settle upon the drawer, a surge of emotions courses through his veins, reminding him of the role he played in their unraveling.

In the depths of his soul, Jack confronts the painful truth that he bears responsibility for their crumbling relationship. Regret claws at his conscience, its grip unyielding. The yearning to hold onto the photograph, to clutch onto the semblance of what they once had, tugs at his heartstrings. It is a bittersweet reminder of the love they had, now tainted by his own shortcomings and mistakes. To Jack, the photograph is a painful reminder of what he has lost, a reminder that this photograph, like their love, now resides hidden away in the depths of darkness. I did love her, I still do… he finally admits to himself 

But even as he acknowledges his fault, the reality of their situation remains unchanged. The impending finality of divorce looms before him, a painful reminder that holding onto faded illusions will not resurrect her love. With a heavy sigh, Jack turns away, unable to escape the weight of his actions and the consequences that now unfold.

Stepping back, Jack's eyes lock onto the figure of Javier, approaching the room with purpose. Clutching a box labeled 'ROPA,' the weight of past joys and sorrows, Javier carries an unmistakable yellow envelope securely tucked beneath his arm. The sight sends a surge of conflicted emotions coursing through Jack's veins. There, within the confines of that envelope, lies the final decree that will sever the bonds his marriage once held.

Jack wrestles with conflicting desires. He longs to keep the photograph close, to savor the image that once symbolized their dreams and aspirations. Its presence would serve as a evidence of the love they once shared. Yet, the impending finality of divorce tugs at his conscience, reminding him of the futility of holding onto a fading illusion.

His moment of introspection is abruptly interrupted by Javier stepping into the room, "We just need this room, and then we're done," Javier's voice cuts through the heavy air, each word dripping with finality. He strides past Jack with deliberate intent, their shoulders colliding in a jarring collision. It’s a calculated move, a manifestation of tensions and unspoken grievances. The impact reverberates through Jack's being, jolting him with a surge of mixed emotions that threaten to overwhelm him.

Javier's voice pierces through the silence, demanding Jack's compliance. "Oh, and sign this," he commands, holding out the document that seals their separation. Jack's heart sinks further, aching with the weight of his mistakes and the harsh reality of his actions. He realizes that his choices and his inability to fight for their love have led them to this precipice of destruction.

A whirlwind of emotions swirls within Jack as he struggles to maintain composure. He longs to retort, confront Javier, to defend himself against the accusations that echo in his mind. But the fear of breaking down, of exposing his raw vulnerability to his nemesis, forces him to swallow his words and bury his pain beneath a façade of indifference.

Suppressing his emotions, Jack forces out a strained response. "I'll go get a pen," he mutters, his voice betraying the cracks in his armor. Of course, he notices a pen casually protruding from Javier's pocket, but doesn’t acknowledge it. Jack's intentions are twofold - to avoid indebtedness to Javier and to steal a fleeting moment of solitude, where he can gather his shattered pieces and shield his vulnerability from prying eyes.

"No need," Javier replies, retrieving a black fountain pen from his crimson shirt. "Here."

Jack accepts the pen wordlessly, turning away from Javier. A wave of emotions washes over him as he approaches the smooth surface of your cherished vanity. Its polished veneer reflects the dim light in the room, casting a soft glow that dances upon the surface like distant stars in the night sky.

As he places the envelope down, he can't help but notice how out of place it looks amidst the serenity of the vanity. The contrast between the cold, impersonal paper and the warmth of the polished wood is sharp. It's a physical manifestation of the turmoil raging within Jack's heart, a stark reminder of the shattered dreams and promises that now lie in ruins.

His attention is momentarily diverted, his ears pricking up at the sound of hangers clanging against each other in the closet. Javier's intrusion into this intimate space feels like an invasion, a violation of the sanctity that once existed between you and Jack. The echoes of the hangers serve as a painful reminder of how swiftly everything has unraveled, leaving him feeling helpless and adrift in a sea of emotions.

The entrance of more voices into the room disrupts Jack's already tumultuous thoughts, shattering the fragile stillness that once enveloped the space. Amidst the chaos, a distinct sound catches his attention—an unmistakable rustling of a bag. He turns, his gaze drawn to one of your uncles holding a storage bag. Its contents hold a precious piece of your shared history, the short, simple white dress you wore on your wedding day. The bag appears relatively small, but it carries an immense weight that lodges itself as a hard lump in Jack's throat.

A rush of memories floods his mind, triggered by your words uttered just the night before: "You couldn't even give me the wedding of my dreams." The sting of truth reverberates through his being, for he knows deep down that you were right. You had shared your dream for a celebration surrounded by all your loved ones, but he had selfishly protested. It was never a matter of financial constraints, as both of you were financially stable, but rather his fear of overshadowing the memory of his first marriage. The image of your tear-streaked face flashes before his eyes, when he said he “didn’t want to make a big deal about the wedding," a haunting reminder of the pain he inflicted upon you with his own demons.

His heart aches as he realizes that you had ultimately surrendered, selflessly agreeing to a courthouse wedding to avoid further conflict. There were no grand gestures, no best man to stand beside him, and only your parents as witnesses. The weight of his own choices and the consequences of his actions press heavily upon him, like a heavy stone lodged in his chest. Regret engulfs him, his remorse magnified by the sight of your dress being packed away, a symbol of the dreams he shattered and the happiness he denied you. 

Jack sees your uncle place the storage bag in the 'QUE ARDA' box he noticed earlier, and he knows he will never see that dress again. Unable to bear the weight of these memories any longer, Jack lowers his gaze, seeking solace in the downward cast of his eyes. The room buzzes with activity as more of your possessions are packed away, each item serving as a painful reminder of the life he once shared with you. The anguish wells up within him, threatening to consume his fragile composure. He longs to shield himself from the mounting pain, to retreat into a fortress of emotional detachment, even as his heart aches with the knowledge of the devastation he has caused.

Jack knows he must face the inevitable. He doesn’t want to, but he knows he doesn’t have another choice. He didn’t love you as he should have. He wasn’t a husband to you in the truest sense. Reluctantly, he opens the envelope, gingerly withdrawing the papers contained within. The bold letters of "Decree of No Fault Divorce" sting his eyes, and tears threaten to spill onto the pages. A part of him wants to let them flow freely onto the papers, to show you just how deeply this affects him too.

His gaze traces the contents of the documents, fixating on your initials, your signatures, and the relinquishment of parental rights. He shouldn't be so close to letting out a sob at the sight of everything laid out. The pain is overwhelming, almost suffocating. He had said that he didn't want to be a father to your child, screaming those hurtful words at you. This is what he wanted, isn't it?

Thoughts whirl in his mind as he contemplates sending the papers to a lawyer, as your lawyer had suggested. But he doesn't want to prolong your agony. He senses your urgency to sever ties with him. He doesn't want to contest the division of assets, knowing that what rightfully belongs to you should remain with you. He reads a statement noting that while you're not asking for child support, he understands if the court mandates it.

With a heavy heart and trembling hand, Jack signs his name on the designated line next to your signature. By the time he surrenders his parental rights and agrees to everything else, his hands have gone numb.

Lost in his thoughts and emotions, Jack is unaware of the activity in the room until he notices your lawyer approaching him. Raul's presence jolts him back to reality.

"Very well. I will expedite these papers," Raul states, extending his hand to collect the envelope.

Jack hesitates, his grip tightening on the document, reluctant to surrender it. In fact, a surge of defiance pulses through him, urging him to tear it into countless pieces, to feed it to the pigs, and restore all your belongings to their rightful places within the sanctuary of your home. But he knows he must suppress these rebellious impulses. Reluctantly, his fingers loosen, and he extends the envelope, a mixture of sorrow and resentment coursing through his veins. The burden of the decision he made hangs heavy upon him, a haunting reminder of the choices that have led to this painful moment.

Unexpectedly, Raul reaches into the depths of his dark gray suit pocket, retrieving a small black box. Jack's heart clenches in recognition, knowing all too well the contents that lie within. 

"Here is my client's wedding band and diamond ring. She wanted to return them to you." Raul informs him.

The box becomes a symbol of shattered dreams and promises, a vessel holding the remnants of the love that once bound them together. It serves as a perfect reminder of the life they had envisioned, now irrevocably altered.

The gravity of the situation bears down upon Jack's weary shoulders as he gazes at the box, his mind flooded with a whirlwind of emotions. It is a bitter pill to swallow, suddenly acknowledging the pain he has caused and the irreversible damage inflicted upon the once-vibrant tapestry of their relationship. Regret seeps into every pore, intertwining with the threads of sorrow that bind him, leaving an indelible mark upon his soul.

Jack's fingertips tingle with a mix of trepidation and resignation, for in surrendering the envelope, he recognizes the finality of their life together.

With a heavy sigh, Jack reluctantly releases his grip on the envelope, its transfer an act of surrender and acceptance. The bittersweet taste of resignation lingers on his tongue, a poignant reminder of the love that once burned brightly but now smolders in the ashes of what could have been. The echoes of his unspoken regrets reverberate through his being as the envelope changes hands, sealing their fate.

Javier's voice pierces the silence, "Ya está todo" ("It's all done"). Without a single word directed at Jack, everyone exits the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Your family and the movers pick up the boxes and load them into a truck that will carry them away, transporting them to a place where you can begin anew, free from him.

The sound of the door closing echoes through the nearly empty room, and Jack retrieves his phone, launching the translation app. He enters the phrase "QUE ARDA," and his stomach churns as he reads the translation of what you intend to do with your wedding items and the pictures you once cherished: "LET IT BURN"

Overwhelmed by emotions, Jack collapses onto the bed in the nearly bare room, tears streaming down his face. The weight of his actions and the consequences of his words crash down upon him, suffocating him in remorse and regret. He yearns for a way to turn back time, to rectify the pain he inflicted upon you throughout the years. How did she keep up with everything I put her through? He asks himself.  But he knows it's too late. All he can do now is bear the burden of his mistakes and hope that someday, somehow, you can find it in your heart to forgive him.

In the depths of his being, Jack understands that the time for desperate gestures and sentimental hopes has passed. It is a painful admission, an acceptance that their love has slipped through his fingers like grains of sand. And as he looks at his underwear drawer, the image etched into his memory, he carries the burden of his own fault, knowing that he didn't want his wounds to fully heal, which, in turn, caused your own wounds.

Extended note: (Repeating from my previous Dave post from yesterday, because I believe there isn't much overlap between Jack and Dave fans. So I'm sharing this here as well.) As I mentioned in my initial post, I have been writing fanfiction for a long time. However, I recently decided to start sharing some of my work. English is my third language, and while I have experience writing and publishing grants, research papers, proposals, and so on, it’s nothing compared to fanfiction and erotica. Also, I have always had a team to revise my work, so this is definitely outside of my comfort zone. With this being said, I apologize for any and all mistakes because if I read this over, I’ll overthink and not post.

I don't know when the next part will be up because I like to create dividers and the image displayed at the top of the post. I'm not quite sure what to call it—Collage-like manner gifs? Banner? Oh, and I'm horrible at graphic design, so it took me an embarrassing amount of time to create the ones included here.

If you've read this far, thank you, and have a great day 🤎

Please feel free to comment and reblog! (If you would like to, of course :)

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[cherry-holmes]

My favorite works from another authors

Link to the Mastelist of my own work

Pedro Pascal & Co.

❤️ @creedslove

Heartless (Jack Daniels aka Agent Whiskey x f!reader)

Betrayed (Pedro Pascal x f!reader)

Deserve It (Javier Peña x f!reader)

❤️ @darkroastjoel

A Save Heaven (Joel Miller x f!reader)

To Do the Right Thing (Joel Miller x f!reader)

To Hell and Back (Joel Miller x f!reader)

❤️ @from-the-clouds

Texas Sun (Joel Miller x f!reader)

❤️ @albertasunrise

Oops Baby! (Frankie Morales x f!reader)

❤️ @groguspicklejar

Beloved (Din Djarin x f!reader)

❤️ @no-droids

Rough Day ( Din Djarin x f!reader)

❤️ @musings-of-a-rose

Jump Then Fall (Javier Peña x f!reader)

❤️ @jedifarmerr

Javi's Having a Baby (Javier Peña x f!reader)

❤️ @mypoisonedvine

Tricks of the Trade (Joel Miller x f!reader) HEAVY SMUT mom don’t look

❤️ @thepascalofus

Supply Run (Din Djarin x afab!reader)

Benedict Bridgerton

🩵 @pinkandblueblurbs

Wedding Night

More to add coming soon🫶🏻

#pedro pascal #fanfic #din djarin #the mandalorian #joel miller #the last of us #narcos #grogu #pedropascalfanfic #pedro x reader #javier peña x reader #pedro pascal x reader #din djarin x female reader #joel miller x reader #frankie morales x reader #pedro pascal smut #javier peña smut #agent pena smut #pedro pascal fluff

[morallyinept]

12 days of XXX-MAS themed stories, containing both smut & fluff, featuring a mix of the Pedro Boys.

Running from 14th Dec - 25th Dec!

Pedro Boys featured: Frankie Morales, Marcus Pike, Pre-Outbreak & Post-Outbreak Joel Miller, Jack Daniels (Agent Whiskey), Javier Peña, Dieter Bravo, Max Phillips, Dave York & Marcus Moreno.

Pairings: Paired with F!Reader, GN!Reader, Mature!GN!Reader & Wife!Reader. (No name or physical description of Reader. It's you, bub.)

Scoville Smut Rating: 🌶🌶🌶 "You tell me I'm doing well, and then, you try to kill me."

Check out my Scoville Smut Ratings here.

Explicit - Please see each story individually for specific smut warnings/triggers etc...

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18's ONLY. YOU ARE SOLEY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ. ☝🏻Don't come at me; you've been plenty warned.

MAIN MASTERLIST

Author Notes: I hope you enjoy reading these festively fluffy & seasonally smutty Christmas stories in the run up to Christmas Day.

Happy Holidays, lovelies! 🖤🎄

🌶 - Contains smut 🖤 - Dark themes ☁️ - Fluff 🌈 - GN!Reader

🎄 Dec 14th - Unwrap Me 🌶 Frankie Morales x F!Reader

You gift yourself to Frankie as his early Christmas present, and he can't wait to unwrap you.

❄️ Dec 15th - Cowboy Christmas 🌶 Husband!Jack Daniels x Wife!Reader

Your husband Jack takes you out on a snowy Christmas Eve horse ride around the ranch, then helps you thaw out after.

🎄 Dec 16th - The Gift 🌶 Husband!Marcus Pike x Wife!Reader

Marcus buys you a naughty Christmas gift that you wear to his parents' Christmas lunch, and you both find it hard to stay composed at the dinner table.

❄️ Dec 17th - Christmas Cookies 🌶 Marcus Moreno x F!Reader

You and Marcus get creative with some left over icing, after he spends the morning baking Christmas cookies with Missy.

🎄 Dec 18th - O' Christmas Tree ☁️🌈 Post-Outbreak Joel Miller x Mature!GN!Reader

Joel chops down a fir tree and brings it home for you as a surprise.

❄️ Dec 19th - Blood & Tinsel 🌶🖤 Max Phillips x F!Reader

Your boss Max is your office Secret Santa, and gifts you with a rather interesting gift, that you feel incredibly compelled to thank him for.

🎄 Dec 20th - Strung Up 🌶 Husband!Dave York - Wife!Reader

You and your husband Dave are decorating the tree for a surprise in the morning for your girls. However, you get testy with him, and Dave finds an inventive way to keep you in check.

❄️ Dec 21st - Jet Set Christmas 🌶 Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Dieter is flying away for a tropical filming schedule over Christmas, and you find a way to give him some First Class Service on his flight.

🎄 Dec 22nd - Yippee Ki-Yay! 🌶🌈 Pre-Outbreak Joel Miller x GN!Reader

You, Sarah and Joel settle in to watch a Christmas film together, bickering gently over if Die Hard is classed as a Christmas movie or not. When Sarah goes to bed, you try and sway Joel to your opinion.

❄️ Dec 23rd - Nobody Wants To Be Alone On Christmas 🌶 Javier Peña x F!Reader

You discover your boss Javi will be spending the night alone, working on the cartel case on Christmas Eve, so you extend a kind offer for him to join you for some Christmas dinner.

🎄 Dec 24th - All I Want For Christmas ☁️ Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Frankie is facing the prospect of a lonely Christmas, and this time of year is particularly difficult for him with maintaining his sobriety. He and the Miller brothers go to a bar on Christmas Eve for festive drinks, and perhaps a chance encounter with you might make Frankie believe again in the magic of Christmas.

❄️ Dec 25th - Mistletoe Kiss ☁️🌈 Post-Outbreak Joel Miller x GN!Reader

At the Tipsy Bison Christmas party in Jackson, you and Joel share your first kiss together under some mistletoe.

MAIN MASTERLIST

🖤🎄

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal characters #joel miller #dieter bravo #frankie morales #marcus pike #marcus moreno #javier peña #javier pena #javi peña #javi pena #agent jack daniels #agent whiskey #dave york the equalizer 2 #max phillips bloodsucking bastards #christmas fics #christmas stories #PPCU #jett's writing

[pedropascalsx]

3000 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION POST!

- The fanfiction edition.

Hi friends! I don’t know how it happened but I hit 3000 followers recently and I feel unbelievably lucky! I joined this site just over a year ago and I have met many wonderful people and gained multiple friendships from doing so.

And I wanted to celebrate YOU guys and show some appreciation for the fanfics that have taken up space in my heart.

I will be posting a few different celebration posts, one for fanfics, one for people I follow and one more for the GIFs and fics that i’ve created and that i’m proud of.

The list is below in no particular order! They just happen to be posted in a way that my brain let me remember them. I limited the list to ONE fic per writer as I wanted to showcase as many people as I could; so please check out their entire master lists!

1. Weeknights by @frannyzooey - Frankie Morales x F! Reader.

2. Notes on Tutoring by @honestly-shite - Dave York x F! Reader.

3. Lay It On Me by @lavendertales - Javier Peña x F! DEA Reader.

4. The Crush by @the-ginger-hedge-witch Javier Peña x OFC Isabel!

5. Consent by @fuckyeahdindjarin - Dieter Bravo x F! Reader.

6. Celestial Navigation by @write-and-buried - Dieter Bravo x F! Reader.

7. Run to You by @foli-vora - Marcus Pike x F! Reader.

8. Silent Affection by @kteague - Frankie Morales x F! Reader.

9. Psychomanteum by @whatsnewalycat - Dieter Bravo x OFC Louella!

10. Another Way by @theewokingdead - Din Djarin x F! Reader.

11. Stitches by @djarinsbeskar - Din Djarin x F! Reader.

12. Stranger At My Gate by @leslie-lyman - Pero Tovar x Modern! OFC.

13. Sunshine on a Cloudy Day by @pedrito-friskito - Frankie Morales x F! Reader.

14. Intimidation Tactics by @whataperfectwasteoftime - Marcus Pike x Dave York x F! Reader.

15. Peñas Anatomy by @guess-my-next-obsession - Javier Peña x OFC/Reader Lucky.

16. Cognitive Dissonance by @prolix-yuy - Agent Whiskey x F! Reader Sugar.

17. Fix You by @astoryisaloveaffair - Frankie Morales x F! Nanny Reader.

18. My Best Friends Dad by @whiskeynwriting - Dave York x F! Reader.

19. Sinners by @brandyllyn - Pero Tovar x F! Reader.

20. Façade by @furious-rogue-stuff - Dave York x F! Reader.

21. Lie to Me by @iamskyereads - Javier Peña x F! Reader.

22. Ego & Black Powder by @psychedelic-ink - Pero Tovar x F!Prison Guard.

23. Saturdays with Javier by @wildemaven - Javier Peña x F! Reader.

24. Black Sheeps by @charnelhouse - Dave York x F! Reader.

25. Like a River by @radiowallet - Macus Moreno x F! Reader x Frankie Morales.

I also wanted to share TEN of my all time favourite stories by @absurdthirst because it’s literally impossible to pick just one.

1. Stormy Secrets - Dave York x F! Reader.

2. Starvation - Ezra x F! Reader.

3. Xingjião - Pero Tovar x F! Reader.

4. Married to the Mafia - Dave York x F! Reader.

5. Under His Skin - Dave York x F! Reader.

6. Late for Valentines - Dave York x F! Reader.

7. The Donor - Marcus Pike x F! Reader x Dave York.

8. Protective Big Brother - Frankie Morales x F!Davis Reader.

9. Murphy's Sister - Javier Peña x F!Murphy Reader.

10. Daddy Dieter - Dieter Bravo x F! Reader.

PLEASE NOTE - I AM DOING A FOLLOW RECS LIST NEXT!

If I follow you and you didn't make it onto this list - you will be on the next one! Also I will be doing a mini post for published and soon to be published books!

I'm sorry if anyone is missing, it's always a pain trying to remember everyone but this is a list of the fics that mean a lot to me and that i love so so so much!

#3k celebration posting #3k recommendations #favourite fics list #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal characters #dave york #din djarin #dieter bravo #javier peña #frankie morales #marcus pike #marcus moreno #ezra prospect #pero tovar #agent whiskey #cristina 3k celebration tag

[psychedelic-ink]

kinktober '22 ║ XV

pairing: jack daniels x f!reader

genre: smut, minors dni

word count: 1.2k

summary: It's late when you leave the office, you feel a pair of familiar eyes watching you.

warnings: consensual noncon, possesive!jack, alleyway s.ex, bondage, creampie, mentions of aftercare

a/n: I would like to point out again that everything in this is CONSENSUAL and even tho this is made aware in the fic, some parts of the dialogue can be triggering considering the nature of the kink so please read accordingly. This is a scene playing out between two consenting adults

MLISTS .  LIBRARY. TAGLIST . KINKTOBER '22

He watches you. 

You feel him as you head home, the concrete wet and the air cold. The streets are empty, the clock nearing 2 AM. Nothing good ever happens after 2 AM, you think as you’re reminded of one of your favorite sitcoms. You flinch each time you take a step, hating the way it echoes within the alleyways. The only semblance of security you have is thanks to the man watching you through the shadows. He likes it. And you like being the target of his undivided attention, enjoy feeling the fear of never knowing when he’ll show himself. He also hates it when you get off of work late, and hates that other’s get to spend more time with you. 

You hear him when you turn into another alleyway, this one especially dark. Your heart is beating fast now, the small hairs on your nape standing up with unease. Squeezing your fist, you feel the keys poking out from between your fingers. What if he wasn’t watching you? What if it was someone else? 

He allows you to hear him, allows you to hear his steps. When you feel the warmth of his breath tickling your neck, you turn, hand striking forward in order to hit whoever is lurking behind you. The grip around your wrist is strong, he bends it and your mouth opens to scream, but before you can let out as much a peep his large hand covers your lips. You don’t see his face as he pushes you up the wall, you can only feel the familiarity of his lips, of the whiskers that tickle the back of your neck. 

“Such a pretty thing,” he rasps, his voice hoarse but still carrying that melodic tone. “Now, what on earth are you doing out alone?” 

“Trying to get home,” you whisper, closing your eyes. “Let me go, please,” 

“And why should I do that? I caught you didn’t I?” 

He pins your wrists against the small of your back, your keys falling down with a clatter. You struggle against him briefly, amused, he grunts, and before you know it you feel him tying you up with something made of leather. You manage to hit him with your shoulder when he slides his hand down to cup your asscheeks, arousal gathers between your legs and you feel your face growing hot. 

“How was your day, buttercup?” 

The question takes you by surprise, you blink before responding. 

“Good,” 

“Good.”  

You should be used to it by now, but the random questions he asks every time at the beginning still manages to surprise you. You know why he does it. Once you told him that you didn’t like him constantly asking if you’re okay, and he wasn’t comfortable in going on without checking in, then he came up with this, a random question to pull you back into reality for a brief moment. To let you know that he was there for you, no matter what you needed. If you answer negatively he stops, simple as that. 

His hand slides between your thighs and cups your heat, he growls at how wet you are, his breathing heavy in your ear. You attempt to struggle again, he clicks his tongue with disapproval, pressing you further into the rough surface of the wall. You hiss at the way it scratches your skin.

“Behave,” he groans, hips rutting into yours.

He unbuttons your jeans and tugs them down, hands finding refuge in the heat of your dripping cunt. His teeth sink into your neck, fingers moving along your folds and stopping at your clit, only to draw rough circles around the bundle of nerves. You gasp, his name falling from your lips. Your wrists strain against the binds, he laps at the salt of your skin. 

“Look at you, so wet already,” 

You tremble at the way his voice dips, his fingers make you clench, your thighs pressing together while he continues to grind his cock into the curve of your ass. Without a second thought you roll your hips down to his fingers, the wet sounds make your stomach roll. He chuckles, his warmth breath fanning your skin, and brings his hand to your lips. 

“Suck, taste how good I’m making you feel babygirl,” 

You press your lips into a thin line, moving away. Jack swiftly grabs your chin and forces your lips apart, shoving his fingers inside and pressing them into your tongue. Your legs shake at the taste, a moan rippling in your throat as you swirl your tongue around them. 

“That’s it, you’re takin’ my finger so well darlin’, so fucking well– Can’t wait to feel you squeeze my cock sweet thing,” 

When he’s inside you, it hurts. His cock stretches you in a way that no other man has ever done, the pain burns your insides and mixes with the pleasure. Your eyes roll back, moans slipping from your lips as your aching pussy wets his cock. Soon the pain is nothing but a pleasant pressure, the alleyway echoes with the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin. Your legs tremble, noticing this Jack wraps an arm around your waist, his lips pressed against your ear as he sings utter filth. 

“You’re so tight– You’re so beautiful like this, stuffed full of my cock for anyone walking by to see. You like it when I claim you darlin’, does it excite you?” 

Your chest wants to cave in. The way he slams his hips is mind numbing, knocking the air out of you with every thrust. You’re spinning, the wind blows cold against your sweaty skin and you finally let your head fall back, surrendering yourself to him. You feel his lips on your skin. His one hand sneaks under your shirt, squeezing your breast while the other toys with your clit. The weight of his cock feels heavy inside you, sliding in and out with ease as you come undone around him. 

“That’s it, show me who you belong to– So goddamn pretty,” 

You’re trembling, body feeling shattered as he continues to rock his hips even deeper into you. Slick drips down his length, a white circle staining the base of his cock. 

“Take it all,” he rasps, both hands on your ass as he drills into you. “Fucking take it–” 

Your jaw drops, a loud moan escaping you, with urgency he covers your mouth, drowning the noise. His hips stutter, burying himself into you again and again as he fills you with his seed. It feels amazing, so amazing that you close your eyes, another orgasm tingling deep within you. You know you don’t have time for another one, you are out in the open after all, but the thought alone makes you flutter around him. 

“Fuck,” he breathes out, voice shaky. “You good sugar?” 

“Y-Yeah,” 

Cum trickles down your thighs when he pulls out, your body shivers at the feeling. Jack watches only a moment before untying you and pulling up your pants. He holds your waist, your one arm around his broad shoulder as the two of you make your way out of the alleyway. 

“The car is parked nearby,” he says, his voice soft. “We’ll head home, I got you your favorite bath bomb,” 

“I hope you’re going to join me cowboy,” 

“Only if you want me to,” 

You giggle at the uncertainty in his voice, it makes your heart swell. 

“Well if you don’t join me who’s going to wash my back,” 

When you see him finally smile in earnest, yours becomes wider. 

“I guess you’re right darlin’.” 

kinktober tags: @tusk89 , @amneris21 , @witchisenpai , @pedrito-friskito , @tom-whore-dleston , @lola766 , @batdarkladyvampir , @dindjarinswhore , @dnxgma , @eyelessfaces , @queenofthefaceless , @softtdaisy , @saintlike78 , @timpletance , @xdaddysprincessxx , @stardust-galaxies , @spacecowboyhotch, @queenofthecloudss , @prettyouttherethoughts , @reaperofmen , @partr1dge , @bbyanarchist , @alwaysdjarin , @thevoiceinyourheadx , @absurdthirst , @levi-llama , @damnyoupedro , @stardust-galaxies , @all-the-way-down-here , @welcometostayingawake, @bullet-prooflove

#jack daniels x you #jack daniels x reader x frankie morales #jack daniels x reader #jack daniels #agent whiskey x f!reader #agent whiskey x fem!reader #agent whiskey x you #agent whiskey x reader #kingsman golden circle #kingsman fanfiction #kinktober '22 #kinktober 2022 #smutober

[whiskeynwriting]

Pride and Envy

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Frankie Morales x Female Reader

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Word Count: 14k (did this get away from me? Hell yes. Do I regret it? Hell no.) 

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) Jesus, there’s a lot in here

Alcohol consumption, flirting, praise kink, daddy kink, size kink, anal kink, spanking, spitting, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, oral (m and f receiving), male masturbation, unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of anal sex and anal play, multiple orgasms, cum play, established relationship, established friendship.

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A/N: Well happy Sintober to me…

Thank you to my amazing beta-readers @phnyx and @fishingforpike 🥹♥️

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“You sure you wanna wear that tonight, babydoll?”

He’s staring at you from behind, watching you dress into your costume. And while you can see his reflection in your floor-length mirror, you turn around to get a better look at him after hearing his words.

“What do you mean?” you ask him, frowning slightly. You then look down, hands smoothing over the delicate fabric. “You don’t like it?”

“Honey,” he drawls, and when you look up, he’s grinning.

Jack walks toward you, holding his arms out and wrapping you in them when he’s close enough. His smile doesn’t fade, purring happily when he hears your giddy giggle, placing a kiss on your cheek before nibbling on your jaw.

“I don’t think I’m gonna be able to keep my hands off ‘a you while you’re wearin’ that.”

“You can’t keep your hands off me when I’m wearing anything.” laughing, you roll your eyes while he continues to hold you. 

Jack was extra excited about tonight, he couldn't wait to see you in this thing. Once the two of you decided on hosting this year’s party, you immediately got to planning your outfits. Once you chose a matching costume set, you presented it to him. And Jack was over the moon with your decision. He always did call you his angel. 

To say the least, it was the most revealing costume you’d ever worn for Halloween. You decided on a small, silk nightgown, the smooth fabric a dreamy shade of white. Held up by two thin straps with the neckline diving low, the hem ending a few mere inches past your hips, the outfit showed off far more than what was normal for you. But tonight is different - you just feel so sexy in this. You feel so small and dainty, pretty, perfect, everything Jack always makes you feel. And besides, it’s not like you’re hosting a family gathering. You have every right to look as flirty as you’d like. 

Adding to your look is a pair of fluffy white angel wings that, once slid over your arms, sit snugly against your back. And finally, a halo, one attached to a headband that rests comfortably on the top of your head. Simple, but elegant, and oh so pretty. 

“You happy with my costume, honey? Is it everything you wanted it to be?” he asks genuinely, taking a step back. You are the one that planned it, after all.

He’s wearing a suit, one he tailored to fit him, of course. If Jack was hosting, he was dressing to impress. And boy did he do that and more. Maroon colors the rich velvet of his outer coat with a black dress shirt underneath. Slacks matching the color of his dress shirt cover his legs, a dark red devil’s tail hanging on the back hook of his belt. He’s also wearing a headband, a black one with red horns on the top. Underneath his headband, his hair is done up quite well, slicked to the side with some hair gel. Jack’s jawline is clean up, cologne dusting his chest and neck making him smell overwhelmingly alluring. And lastly, he’s wearing his shiny, black dress shoes, surprisingly not his cowboy boots. It makes you chuckle; you almost don’t recognize him without them. But altogether, you’re satisfied, more than satisfied with the way he looks. 

After looking over his finely-dressed figure, your eyes meet his once again. And this time, you're smirking too.

“You look amazing, baby.” palms on his chest, you lean up for a kiss, once he happily accepts. “I love how our costumes turned out.” 

Jack smiles against your lips, reaching around to grip your backside in hand, his fingers slipping beneath the hem. 

“You’re tellin’ me.”

Decorations were hung throughout your apartment the night before, neither of you wanting to worry about doing so on the day of. Today, the two of you focused on your costumes, choosing music, and setting out the food. Typical of Jack, he’d ordered a catering business for the spooky get-together. Even though the party wasn’t a huge event, he wanted his guests to be pleased. Besides, there were still quite a few people coming. For Jack, his excitement honestly can’t be contained; he’s been preparing for this day for two weeks. You really married quite the extrovert. 

But not everyone was so excited to attend your party. 

He thought it was stupid to be so nervous - he was at your wedding for Christ’s sake. And he loves you guys. He’s known Jack for years, decades even, and he’s known you for a while now, too. So, why should he be nervous to see you? You. 

Frankie only made the decision last night to come, doing it so last minute that the only thing he had to wear as a costume was his old army uniform. He’s surprised it still fits. Granted, it’s a little tight, but it fits. 

“Everything will be fine.” he whispers to himself, taking a breath. For a little crush, this thing has really taken hold of him. 

Once the elevator reaches your penthouse, something that makes Frankie roll his eyes whenever he even thinks about the word, he rings the doorbell beside the entryway. Jack did well for himself, anyone who knew him was aware of that. But he showed off his wealth far more than Frankie would if he were in his situation. He sees the vacations Jack takes you on, the clothes he buys you and the restaurants he takes you to. It makes Frankie burn inside; he wishes he could do that for you. 

“Frankie! Hi!” your greeting is enthusiastic and wholehearted; you haven’t seen Frankie in months.

“Hey,” Frankie grins, accepting your hug. Though on the inside, his body is on fire with nerves.

He only got a quick peak at your costume but Jesus fuck, you’re an angel? You’re a fucking angel? You look so beautiful like this, so small and fragile. This fits you perfectly; the dress is so smooth, too, he can’t help but run his hands gently along your back. 

But before he’s even able to truly enjoy your embrace, Jack appears behind you, a smug smirk on his face. 

“Hey Jack,” Frankie nods, breaking your hug. 

“Frankie,” he responds, reaching out with his dominant hand. “How you doin’?”

“Good, good.” 

While the boys say hi, your eyes roam Frankie’s figure. You’ve never seen him in his army uniform before; you’ve seen Jack in his, but never Frankie. But why would you ever see him in it? It’s not like you had a reason to. Either way, he looks good. 

“Come in,” comes your cheerful invitation, stepping aside. “Make yourself comfortable.” 

Frankie notices that there are already many people here, some he knows and some he doesn’t. But it’s not hard for him to blend in, he is determined to take his mind off of you. 

Everyone here is either a friend of yours or Jack's, all of which both of you know. And to your surprise, your home is more crowded than you expected. But you’re not complaining, and neither is he. In the right setting, you can be just as extroverted as Jack, mingling with every guest you’ve invited and making most of them drinks. 

It makes you happy, seeing all of your friends, and each of them in a different costume, too. To your surprise, there isn’t a single duplicate here. Kelsey came as the Scarlet Witch, T and Jess are matching each other as Fred and Daphne from Scooby Doo, Jack’s childhood friend Anthony coming as a cowboy; how typical, you think. But funny, nonetheless. 

“Hey Frankie,” you smile, walking over to him. “Can I get you anything to drink?”

There’s music playing and some mood lighting decorating the ceiling of the room, creating a wonderfully comfortable atmosphere. You’re smiling so sweetly, shifting your weight as you tilt your hips, fingers playing with each other in an almost timid fashion. And you’re looking up at him, the kindest expression on your face. 

Before Frankie answers, he takes a breath, the smile on his face occurring naturally. He’d already had a few drinks, having been at your party for about two hours now. But since you’re the one asking… 

“Um, sure. Yeah.” he nods, shoving his hands into his pockets out of nervous habit. 

“Okay, is beer good? We have Coors -”

“Coors is fine,” he answers quickly, wanting to appease you. 

You raise an eyebrow at his anxious reaction, releasing a small giggle. 

“Okay jumpy. You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Frankie exhales a breath, nodding. “You look nice tonight.”

“Awe, thanks.” you grin, leaning side to side. “I’ll be back.” 

“Okay.” Frankie says, releasing a tight breath when you walk away.

He watches you walk all the way across the room, your hips swaying with each step, the muscles in your legs flexing, your small arms moving slightly along your sides. You’re so graceful, he just loves the way you’re built. He’s thought about you before, honestly, so many times. It felt so good to think about you while gripping himself in hand, his other curling into the sheets while he imagined how you’d feel. You’d be soft, wet and warm. The sounds you made in Frankie’s head made him blush, your hair down, your body moving in rhythm with his. The thought of your naked body alone made him nibble on the corner of his lower lip, sighing out a frustrated breath. 

He wonders what life would be like if Jack wasn’t in the picture. 

“She looks good tonight, doesn’t she?”

Jack’s sudden presence makes Frankie jump, an annoyed breath huffing out of his lungs. 

“I… what?”

Drink in hand, Jack points your way, uttering your name before repeating his question, only a little differently this time. “Doesn’t my baby look good in that little dress?” 

You may not notice when Frankie stares, but Jack does. He notices every time people stare at you, because it happens often. There were times you’d asked him when out in public if you looked strange or had something on your face, noticing how many people were looking at you. Jack reassured you, chuckling as he’d say, “You’re beautiful, sugar. And I’m not the only one who knows it”. Truly, you stood out, you turned every head in the room. It was strange to you, but to Jack, it was normal. He knew he was lucky to have you. 

“She… looks nice.” Frankie decides on, knowing Jack wouldn’t be happy until he got an answer. 

Jack lifts his drink to his lips, a wide smirk splayed across them. Both of them watch as you turn, Frankie’s beer now in your hand. You stop to speak to someone, though, and your abrupt halt makes your breasts sway. And ever so slightly, the two men are able to see a hint of your sideboob. 

Frankie accidentally releases a sigh, licking his lower lip. And Jack hums quietly, lips still maintaining that shit eating grin.

“They’re soft, ya know.” he tells his friend, taking another sip of his drink.

Frankie turns, eyebrows furrowed. Surely he isn’t talking about your… no. There’s no way your husband would be bragging about how soft your fucking tits are… right? 

“What?”

“You see that?” Jack asks, slinking an arm around Frankie’s shoulders as he turns him back in your direction. “That little bit of skin peaking out on the side of her dress?”

“Yeah…” Frankie replies quietly, helplessly. He gulps. What is Jack up to?

“They’re soft,” he drawls, releasing a quick breath. “And so nice to suck on. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve licked them.”

“What are you doing?” Frankie asks, turning to face his friend once again. His quick movement causes Jack to drop his arm from Frankie’s shoulders, but it doesn’t knock the smugness from his face.

“I’m givin’ you a gift.” Jack expresses, raising his brows. “I see how you look at her; don’t you wanna know what she feels like?” 

“I…”

“What she looks like under there? Because I’m tellin’ you Frank…” Jack sighs, eyes looking further behind him. “You’ll find heaven under that dress.” 

“Jack, that’s your wife. I’d never -”

“What? Eye-fuck her like I’m not standin’ in the same room?” Jack interrupts, one brow raised in question. 

This shuts Frankie right up. Immediately, his cheeks burn bright red, and he can no longer hide his embarrassment. Was he really being that obvious? 

“It’s clear to me that just because she’s my wife, that doesn’t stop you from lookin’ at her differently.”

“Jack, I didn’t mean to, I didn’t want you to…” 

This time, Jack waits for a response. He doesn’t interrupt with some cocky or brazen remark, he just waits. And the longer he waits, the brighter Frankie’s face becomes. 

Your husband saw every single one of Frankie’s glances tonight. Call it dumb luck, but he just so happened to be near him almost every time. He saw Frankie watching you talk to others, making your friends drinks and dancing here and there around the room. He’d smile when you smiled, he’d laugh quietly when you laughed, he mirrored you. He mirrored your every move. And if Jack’s job taught him anything, it was how to read people like an open book.

“Tell me this,” Jack says in the absence of Frankie’s response. “You find my wife attractive?” 

Frankie swallows. But Jack just shrugs.

“Be honest with me.”

And then he sighs, looking down, then over to you, and back to your husband. “Yeah,” he eventually responds with a hesitant nod. 

“And how could you not?” there it is, that returning grin. “She’s an angel from above, ain’t she?”

“Yeah, and you sure are the fucking devil.” It's a joke, but Frankie’s jealousy shows through. It only makes Jack laugh. 

“Hey baby,” you smile, walking over to them.

“Hey sugar,” Jack returns brightly, wrapping an arm around your lower back when you’re close enough to him. 

“Here you go, Frankie.” you offer him the drink, which Frankie immediately takes. 

Jesus, Jack thinks, rolling his eyes at Frankie’s eager compliance. Guess he really does have it bad for my girl. 

“How’re you doing, babe?” you then ask, turning your head to look up at Jack. 

And he smiles, the hand holding his drink rising to your face. With his pointer finger placed beneath your chin, he answers with, “I’m doin’ just fine, baby.” 

You don’t notice it, not at first, anyway, but Jack’s eyes quickly dart over to Frankie before saying, “Gimme a kiss, sugar.” 

As if you’d ever say no, you rise to your tippy-toes, kissing your husband’s beautifully full lips. Little do you know Jack’s heart isn’t the only one beating out of its chest. 

“You okay, Frankie?” it’s a genuine question, a small frown on your face as you analyze his uneasy expression. 

“Yeah, he’s alright.” Jack waves a hand at him before he can answer, a half-smirk on his face. “We were just talkin’ about you, is all.”

“Oh yeah?” you reply, clearly amused. “What were you saying?” 

Frankie’s eyes narrow as Jack opens his mouth to speak. What the hell is this asshole about to say?

“Just about how pretty you look tonight.” 

Frankie breathes out a sigh of relief. 

“Frankie thinks you look pretty, too.” he says it like it’s his dirty little secret, and honestly, it is. He’s never, ever talked about this with anyone, let alone the two of you. 

“Awe, thanks.” you smirk, looking over at your friend. “That’s sweet of you Frankie.” 

And he thinks he’s in the clear until your husband starts talking again. 

“Not just tonight though, darlin’. He thinks you look pretty every night.” 

Your eyes go from Frankie to Jack, and then back to Frank. 

“Oh…” 

“And I bet you, Frankie thinks he can treat you better than I do.” 

“Jack, shut up.” he finally pipes up, Frankie’s lips holding a tight, straight line. 

But he only smirks. “You wanna see how I treat her, Frank? See if you could keep up?” 

You’re in complete shock; Jack never talked to anyone this way. What the hell happened between the two of them before you came back? 

At this point, Frankie’s angry, but he doesn’t want you to see it. And he doesn’t want to give Jack the satisfaction of knowing he got the better of him. But he can’t help it. He’s staring daggers at your husband, and Jack is withholding Frankie’s anger quite gracefully. He’s unphased by it, truly. 

“Okay,” you only speak after a few moments of silence have gone by. “What is happening?” 

“Frankie likes you, sweetheart. Thinks you’re somethin’ special. He’s been watching you walk around in your little angel costume all night.” 

Now you’re blushing, too. 

“How would you feel about letting Frankie see more of you, sweet pea?”

Your head whips to the side, staring up at Jack in disbelief. 

“Baby, are you drunk?” you laugh anxiously, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“Not at all honey, maybe a little buzzed, but that’s all.”

“Then why are you saying all of this?” you ask, not necessarily offended, but incredibly curious. 

Jack shrugs, pulling you even closer to him. “You know I like to show you off.” And then, he looks over at Frankie, who’s still as tight-lipped as ever. “Especially when I see another man eyein’ you.”

Bashfully, you glance over at Jack’s old military companion. 

“C’mon sugar, you’re just so pretty…” he leans in, whispering to you, “Let daddy show you off to Frankie, hm? Show him what a beautiful thing I’ve got beside me…”

Slowly, the arm Jack had around your back retracts, his hand lowering to your ass. He cups one cheek gently, and it makes the place between your legs stir. When he leans back a bit, he kisses your cheek, still smirking fully. And then you look up at him, a soft grin pushing up on your cheeks. 

You’re unsure of this, incredibly so, but Jack’s praise always made you feel like you were high, like you were under some kind of magical spell. He made you feel so beautiful, so perfect, no matter where you were or what you did. Before him, you had confidence, sure, but that didn’t even touch the ego you have now. And that’s all because of him. And above all, you trust him. 

But in Frankie’s mind, he’s having a hard time understanding what the fuck is going on. Is this actually fucking happening?

Jack releases a contented sigh, gazing into your eyes with wholehearted adoration and love. 

“But I won’t let him touch you.” he coos, his pointer finger caressing the space beneath your chin. “Nobody touches you but me.”

You release a breath of amazement, of absolute awe. You’re captivated by him. And Jack smiles at this, his deep eyes scanning your heavenly face before turning to Frankie once again. 

“What do you say, Frank? You wanna see how I handle her?”

Oh Jesus fuck, it takes everything in you not to moan at those words. Jack could be so fucking dominant and possessive when it came to you, and you fawned over it every single time. And when Frankie releases a quick and heavy breath, you look over at him. And it’s clear that Jack’s riled him up. 

Is this a test? Frankie thinks to himself, is this going to ruin our friendship? Is Jack mad?

“Tell you what,” Jack intervenes once again. “You let us know by the end of the night if you’re interested in seein’ how my little girl reacts to me. If not, no worries. You’ll be the only one missin’ out.” Jack winks at his friend, taking another swig from his glass. 

“C’mon, babycakes.” he then says, giving your backside two pats. “Let’s go get another drink.” 

Frankie was left there with his mouth open like a fish, willing himself to say something, anything - to just make a goddamn move. But before he knows it, your conversation has ended, and the two of you are walking away from him. 

The hours pass agonizingly slow, at least for him. You and Jack couldn’t be having more fun with your guests. Every now and then shots are passed around, small crowds gathering in the living room to play cards while others eat and listen to music. There’s also a space in the corner of your large living room where your guests can take pictures in their costumes. There’s a black backdrop on the wall decorated in fake spider webs that cover orange and purple string lights. In front of the set up is a timed camera, which everyone is more than welcome to use to take as many pictures as they’d like. You and your friends take more than what you’d expect, the lot of you moving into multiple poses while you laugh. Honestly, it feels like you’re in college all over again. You’ll have to host the party next year, too, this has been too fun not to. 

While you’re busy dancing, and Jack’s busy socializing, Frankie’s still stuck in his head. He’s been invited to… what, exactly? Watch the two of you… be intimate together? While he… watches? Is that really the opportunity he’s been given? He doesn’t care about seeing Jack naked, he has many times before during their days in the military. Granted, they were both in better shape back then. Something Frankie would never admit to was that he was envious of Jack for more than one reason. Not only did he have you, but he seemed to keep himself in shape, too; better shape than Frankie had over the years. He chalks it up to their different lifestyles, which is true, but still, Frankie couldn’t help the feelings brewing inside of him. 

And then something pops into his head, this would be his chance to see you, all of you. He’d get to see you naked for the first time, and possibly the only time. Maybe he should take this chance. 

“You think you’d like that, honey?” Jack asks, briefly pulling you aside.

You smirk bashfully. “Maybe…”

“Yeah? You like the sound of daddy showin’ you off?”

Glancing down before looking back up, you nod. 

“You make me feel safe, baby.” 

“That’s my job, sweetheart.” he smiles, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger. But then his expression grows a little stern, a little dark. “And I won’t let him touch you; I won’t let anyone touch you.” 

“Okay, daddy.” you nod in response. It’s so easy for him to bring out the submissiveness within you. 

Across the room, Frankie can see the two of you talking. It’s not hard for him to realize what you’re talking about. With a deep breath, his eyes roaming your slightly covered figure, he finally makes his decision. It’s around eleven at night when he allows the weight of Jack’s offer to be lifted from his shoulders. He’s still nervous about it, but he’s confident with his choice. 

The more guests that leave, the more anxious you get. You’re both intrigued and timid; you trust Jack, and you trust Frankie. It’s just… you’ve never done anything like this before, and you never imagined you’d do something like this in your marriage. But it’s not exactly a threesome, you know Jack won’t let Frankie touch you. And while you are attracted to Frankie, you’re thankful Jack will protect you, make you feel comfortable and safe; he’ll make sure you have fun. 

While pondering the possibility of Jack’s offer, you can’t help but consider your husband’s cockiness. He takes such pride in your relationship, in you, he just can’t help himself sometimes. And tonight was one of those times. It made you chuckle, thinking back to his words. Now that you know how Frankie feels about you, it’s clear Jack did all of that to rile him up. You love Jack more than life itself, but there’s no denying that he could be quite the cocky bastard. 

“You ready to turn in, babycakes?” Jack asks with a grin, quickly giving your backside a grab. 

By now, it’s past midnight, and most of your guests are leaving. Whether or not Frankie chooses to watch, tonight was going to be a fun night for sure. The excitement certainly didn’t end when the party did. 

“Yeah,” you nod, your hips and lower belly already tingling with arousal. 

“You look so goddamn cute in this,” Jack mumbles to you, leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek. “My little angel.” 

You huff out a small laugh, playfully rolling your eyes even though his words make your cheeks warm. And since Frankie hasn’t come up to either of you, Jack moves his hand to your lower back, now guiding you down the hall to your bedroom door. He wanted to have you wait for him on your shared bed, ready for him to come and undress you. Something about that was so exciting; it really displayed his dominance. 

“I’ll be back, baby. Just gonna see everyone out.” he tells you, cupping your cheek to give you a kiss. And you moan into it, more than ready for this portion of your night to begin. 

“Okay, baby.” 

With your sweet goodbye and your mirroring grins, he shuts the door, turning to walk back into the open space of your kitchen and living room. And to his surprise, Frankie is the only guest left. Stopping at the end of the hall, crossing his arms smugly while leaning against the wall, he stares at his longtime friend. And if Frankie wasn’t already nervous, he sure as hell is now under your husband’s gaze. Timidly, Frankie stuffs his hands into his pockets, briefly glancing down at the floor as he approaches the party’s host. 

“I thought about your offer.” he says, clearing his throat as he looks up to address his friend. “She… she’s comfortable with it, too?” 

“Yeah Frank, ‘course she is. I wouldn’t ever have her do something that made her uncomfortable.” Jack shrugs, reassuring him. “That’s my girl.” 

Even in your absence, Jack’s love for you never ceases to shine through. You’re the most important thing in his life, the best thing in his life. And to top it all off, you’re his, promised to him forever. 

“Okay,” he nods, his voice still quiet, shy. “Then… yeah. I’ll do it.” 

“Yeah?” Jack responds, an eyebrow raised and his grin grows even wider on his face. He knew Frankie was crazy about you. 

“Yeah.” Frankie replies, more confidently this time. “Where uh… where is she?”

Jack jerks his head to the side, the look on his face cockier than ever. “In our bedroom, waitin’ for me.” 

For some reason, the image of you waiting patiently for Jack while laid out on your bed makes him hot. And he’s about to see that first hand. 

Following Jack down the hall, he stops at the very end, hand reaching out to grab the doorknob of the room to his right. Opening it slowly, Frankie is met with the perfectly clean and organized sight of your bedroom. It’s a dark and modern style, your bed centered against the right wall toward the back of the room. And when both men walk inside, you sit up on your bed. You’d been laying back on your pillows, playing with the sentimental gift Jack placed on your finger. 

“Frankie…”

“We got a visitor, honey.” Jack says lowly, turning to shut the bedroom door. 

You gulp, smiling bashfully. Immediately, your cheeks burn with anxious anticipation. Leaning back on your palms, you cross your legs, tilting your head to the side flirtatiously as Jack approaches you. He leans down, his presence easing you onto your back as he places his own palms on either side of you atop the bed. 

“You still okay with this, darlin’?” he asks you quietly, nudging his nose lightly with yours. 

Reaching up, you cup his cheek, gently stroking his barely-there stubble. You look into those deep, dark eyes, full of love and desire, and you nod. “Yes, daddy.” But it’s so quiet, Frankie doesn’t hear it. Not yet. 

“Hm…” it’s more of a growl than a groan, Jack’s smile unwavering on his lips. 

Looking over his shoulder, he nods toward his friend. “Make yourself comfortable, Frank. We’ll do the same.”

He ends his sentence with a quick wink, immediately returning his attention to you. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and you’re already breathless beneath him. And it doesn’t help when he starts to kiss you. 

On the other side of the room, Frankie’s fists open and close, his palms a little sweaty as he starts to turn into a nervous wreck. He can do this, though, he wants to do this. He’s just… he’s never done anything close to this, not in his entire life. 

When Jack moves down to your neck, your fingers carding through his beautiful, mocha-toned hair, you look over at Frankie, noticing that he’s still standing near the door to your room.

“Frankie,” you say softly, letting out a small gasp when Jack’s hips start rolling into you. “It’s okay. We trust you.” 

Your words are genuine and so is your reassuring nod, your kind smile and entire demeanor helping him to relax. Looking up, he sees a couple of chairs in the corner of your room with a coffee table between them. He takes a breath, clears his throat quietly, and walks over to them. And once you see Frankie relax a bit, you return your attention to Jack. 

“Baby,” Jack moans, completely enthralled by you. His hands reach down, shoving themselves between the bed and your body to grab your ass. “You looked so pretty tonight.” 

“Yeah, baby? You liked seeing me all dressed up as an angel?” you coo to him, feeling his teeth drag across your skin. 

“Fuck yeah I did,” he growls against you, licking the marks he’s currently making. “Your little body wrapped up in this dress… take it off for me, baby. Wanna see what’s underneath.”

And Frankie does, too. When he hears Jack say this, he sits up a little higher, obviously interested in what you’re about to do. He watches you sit up, Jack leaning back a bit as he slides your angel wings off of your body. Placing them beside you, he then removes your headband, giving you sweet kisses all over your face that make you giggle. Your love is genuine, sweet. 

Jack’s hands then fall to the end of your pearlescent gown, watching as you wiggle your hips up a bit so he can lift it off. And once it’s gone, all you’re left in is your white thong. You chose not to wear a bra tonight, and both men are thankful for that. It’s the reason they got to eye the side of your tits throughout the night. 

“Fuck me…” Jack groans, hands rising to paw at your chest. 

He pushes them together, Frankie’s jaw dropping when he watches Jack’s thumbs rub over your nipples. 

“Mm…” he moans almost silently from the corner of your room. 

Leaning in, Jack brushes his lips over your hardened peaks, smiling before taking one in his mouth. Your beautiful body arches up into his touch, the fingers that were once petting at his hair now tightening their grip. And Jack gropes you fervently, moaning while he sucks on your nipple before switching to the other. He laps at them, makes them wet and shiny before breathing out a heavy sigh. 

“Jesus sweetheart, look at you… look at your scrumptious little body.” he squeezes you so hard it makes you whine, and when you do, he loosens his hold. 

And Frankie sighs. Jack was right, they do look soft. Fuck, he wishes he could touch them, grab them and lick them like Jack does. He’d make it so good for you, swirl his tongue around your nipples, nibble on your sensitive flesh…

Rising to your face, Jack’s expression grows a little stern, focused. And under his breath, he says, “Baby… daddy wants to eat your pussy.”

“Mm,” you whimper, hands sliding down to hold his handsome face. And Frankie’s so focused on you that he barely hears Jack utter that special word. 

“Will you let me do that, baby?” he asks so sweetly, his voice low yet soft. His eyes dip down to your mouth, your lips parted ever so slightly. And lowering himself just by an inch, he opens his own mouth, his tongue running softly across your lower lip.

By now, you’ve completely forgotten that Frankie is even in the room, and you’re almost entirely naked in front of him. And in his chair, he has what he considers to be the perfect view. He can see some of your face, your bare tits, can hear your sweet moans and witness every movement of your mesmerizing body. He’s already hard and throbbing, his erection fully rising when he saw your naked chest. 

“Yes, daddy.”

Did she just… no. She must’ve said something else. 

Jack grins, thumb pulling lightly on your bottom lip before he begins kissing his way down to your sex. His wonderfully full lips trail down your body, licking the valley of your cleavage, kissing your stomach and ribs, nibbling on the skin of your hips. When he’s low enough, he steps back off the bed, his hands and mouth not once leaving your skin. His hands then find your ankles, gripping them tight as he pulls you to the end of the bed. 

“Oh!” comes your startled yelp, a lungful of air inhaled shortly after.

Your surprised vocalization makes your lover grin, kissing your inner thighs as you spread your legs for him. Jack’s eyes are closed while he worships you, and Frankie leans forward when he sees him start to pull your panties down. Resting back on your forearms, you can see everything he’s doing, his thick fingers dragging away the last garment that dared to hide your body from him. 

“Jesus…” he murmurs, dropping your panties on the ground beside him. He then leans in, warm palms sliding up your thighs as you situate yourself on the edge of the bed for him. “Baby, your pussy looks so cute when it’s all smooth and shaven…” 

This makes Frankie bite down into his lower lip, desperately trying to paint the picture of your wet, hairless sex. But then, to both yours and Frankie’s surprise, Jack looks up. 

“Frank,” 

“W-What?” Frankie stutters in response, eyes darting from your naked pussy to the owner of it. 

Jack’s lips form a half-grin as he jerks his head to the side, his fingers digging into your thighs. “Come take a look.”

When he says this, you whimper, making his head turn right back around to look at you. 

“What, baby? You don’t want him to see?” 

Face a neck running hot and heart beating out of your chest, you whisper shyly in return. “I do…” 

And it’s the truth; this situation is exciting you to no fucking end. 

But Jack raises an eyebrow when you say this, his voice now dropping an octave or two. “Now…” he begins, tilting his head slightly at you. “I thought I taught you how to use your words.”

His sentence makes you swallow nervously, your eyes turning soft and puppy-like. You want to please him. So, taking a breath, you give into him. 

“I… I want Frankie to see my pussy.” 

“Oh, fuck.” Frankie curses when you say it, unable to believe those words just left your mouth. 

Quietly, Jack murmurs a soft good girl while kissing your thigh before addressing the other man in the room. 

“You heard her.” Jack says smugly, looking back over at his friend. “Come see.”

He’s almost unwilling to believe that this is happening. He never would’ve thought either of you would let him do this. And it was a sober decision, one that was considered for multiple hours. You want this, all of you do. 

Hesitantly, Frankie stands, unsure if he should be too proud in showing off his erection. But he shouldn’t care, both of you know how turned on he is. 

“Oh…”

“Ain’t she a pretty thing?” Jack sighs, Frankie now kneeling beside him. 

You can’t help but gasp, desperately trying to control your breaths. This is all so new and erotic to you, showing yourself to another man while being with Jack. And you can’t believe he’s this proud, going to such an incredible length to show one of his closest friends how gorgeous you really are. 

You’re everything Frankie dreamed you would be; your body is perfect to him. His eyes roam your figure briefly before returning to the space between your spread legs, and he moans when he sees you fluttering. Ever so slightly, a small ounce of clear liquid drips from your lips, Jack’s pointer finger swooping in quickly to scoop it up. But he doesn’t take it into his mouth, he returns it to your entrance, slowly pushing his finger in. 

“Baby…” you whine shakily, head falling back on the bed. 

“Yeah…” Jack sighs, content when his finger is entirely inside you. “So good for me, honey.” 

When your husband retracts his finger from your sex, he returns it to your warm walls at an incredibly languid pace. He does this repeatedly, the slow movement of his thick digit stoking the flame of your arousal. 

Frankie wonders what you feel like; he’d do anything to have any part of him inside you. But before he can continue on with his dirty thoughts, your girlish wail pulls him right back to the present. 

“Daddy,” you moan passionately, hips jerking when his finger curls. It makes him smile, watching you react to him. Your excitement has risen so high that you’re clutching the bedsheets in both hands, back curving slightly as he pumps his finger into you. 

Daddy? She just fucking called Jack daddy?

“Jesus Christ…” Frankie huffs out. So he was right. Turning to Jack, he asks incredulously, “Does she always call you that?”

Leaning in, Jack kisses your inner thigh, those dark, predatory eyes flickering up to the other man’s.

“Always.”

“Fuck me…”

“Oh baby,” Jack then moans, his voice deep and rich. “You hear that? You hear how creamy you are for me?” His voice is sweet, passionate. 

“Yes, daddy.” you whine, nodding your head with your eyes fluttering shut. “Yes…”

“You want daddy’s tongue?” 

“Yes! Yes daddy, please, yes.”

“Sh…” he coos to you. “You don’t have to beg for me, sweetheart. I’ll give it to you.” 

Strangely, Frankie’s emotions confuse him. Because… Jack’s words are turning him on, too. He’s loving your dialogue, hearing how descriptive and amorous the two of you are with one another. 

Frankie never knew you had a daddy kink, why would he? But he finds it incredibly fucking hot. He’d melt into a puddle if you called him daddy. An incredible pulse rocked through him when heard you call Jack that the first time, and that throbbing sensation doesn’t go away. It only heightens every time you say it. 

By now, Jack’s added a second finger, and you’re all but crying out for him, your hips moving with his pace. Frankie groans again, his breathing now heavy and deep. Both men are concentrated on your delicate center, watching more of your liquid coat your husband’s hand. 

Your feet are resting on Jack’s shoulders, giving both of them the perfect view to see you. And amidst it all, Frankie gets caught up in his inner feelings. Leaning forward, Frankie allows himself to see more of you, now throbbing painfully in his pants. And without even really realizing he’s doing it, he turns his head, moving to kiss your calf. 

Jack notices, and reaches up to the back of your knee. Angrily, he shoves your leg down, instantly moving it away from Frankie’s face. His stare is intimidating, his voice stern and deep. 

“Don’t touch her, Francisco.” 

And fuck, Frankie nearly whines. His forehead crinkles innocently, those puppy dog eyes moving away from Jack’s gaze as they return to you. 

Inside, you’re buzzing. Jack’s words, his dominant and possessive nature, they make you moan for him. A shiver runs up through your legs when you hear what he says next, too. 

“You can watch,” Jack mumbles, biting into your sweet flesh. “But you don’t get to touch.” 

“Daddy, please.” Reaching out for him, you beg, beg for him to fulfill his promise.

“That’s right…” he drawls teasingly. “I said I would give you my tongue, didn’t I?” 

“Yes,” you whine in response, feeling frustrated with your arousal burning hot. 

“You’re right, baby…” he coos, his lips leaving your thigh so he can lean into you. “Daddy’ll keep his promise.” 

That’s the last thing he says before his tongue lays out over your clit, making your entire body jolt. The pressure is just right, the skilled muscle feeling hot and wet as it rubs against you. He circles your sensitive pearl with the tip of it, his fingers continuing to bring you bliss. And you roll your hips against him, urging him to bring his face even closer to your sex. As always, Jack complies, shoving his mouth over your clit and sucking it inside. 

“Fuck…” your fingers dig into his hair, nails scraping across his scalp as you pull on the thick strands. 

He suckles on you like this, eyes closed as he hums in contentment. And Frankie watches with intent, picturing him in Jack’s position the entire time. This is perfect, fucking crazy, but perfect. It’s like he’s finally watching the porn he’s been dreaming about since the day he met you. He’s watching your naked body writhe beneath him, watching your pretty mouth open as you moan and whine, watching your wet cunt be fucked full on what he imagines to be his fingers, all while listening to the squishy-sweet sounds of your sex as it repeatedly sucks his digits inside. 

“Ugh,” Jack groans, removing his fingers from you entirely. “Spread it open for me baby,” he demands breathlessly. “Let daddy lick inside.” 

Reluctantly, you untangle your fingers from his hair. You feel that same heat of shame crawl up your neck again, now touching yourself in front of someone you and your husband consider to be a friend. 

“Spread it open for me, sweet pea,” Jack says again, his voice displaying his fully mesmerized state. “Let daddy lick inside…”

You do as you’re told, hands sliding down until they land on your fluttering center. Gently, you spread your lips for him, sighing out as you do so and shivering at the sensation of your own touch.

“Yeah…” Jack licks his lips, unable to tear his eyes away from you. “It’s so wet for me.” 

Both Jack and Frankie can see you glistening, clearly turned on by the brazenness of it all. Who would’ve guessed?

The wet slide of your husband’s tongue is lewd as he laps at you, diving directly inside your warm cunt. It makes you moan, makes Frankie moan, and Jack’s body is exploding with pride. He knows how aroused Frankie is, and he loved calling him out on his shit. Too bad the woman Frankie wants more than anything in the world belongs to him. 

“Oh my g-od,” you cry out desperately, your shrill voice music to their ears. 

Your jaw is dropped, the sensation of Jack’s fervent tongue sliding along your delicate skin making your hands shake with bliss. And he doesn’t even have to ask, he knows you won’t last long with him eating you out like this. He knew how to bring you your high, knew all the right buttons to press, all the right moves to do. And why not show that knowledge off while Frankie gets to watch? 

“D-Daddy, I’m… yes…” 

Frankie’s eyes shoot up when you say this. Goddamn, is she going to cum already? 

Your shrill whine answers his question, those warm brown eyes staring at you in awe. Jack groans against you, sliding his dominant hand around to your lower stomach so he can hold you down. He presses himself further into you, rubbing his nose over your clit and feeling your hips buck up against his face while your slick washes over his tongue. 

“Oh my god,” Frankie groans, licking his lower lip as his voice grows a bit hoarse. Subconsciously, he reaches down to palm himself, squeezing his erection through his pants. 

It explodes from within you, the flame that was burning bright in your belly now rising to its full height. Your entire body feels light, euphoria and adrenaline flowing through your veins to create something entirely otherworldly, something truly ethereal. 

“Baby,” Jack mumbles against you, still rubbing his lips and tongue over your core. “Taste so fuckin’ good. You know that, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” you nod, chest heaving as you do your best to catch your breath. “Yes daddy.” your answer is genuine; Jack always looked at you like you hung the moon, like you’re the only thing that matters in life. And he made you feel like it, too.

With that, Jack lifts himself, crawling over your smaller body. “You’re so good for me.” 

It wasn’t just a line with Jack, he truly meant it. The way you tasted made his head spin; it excited him beyond reason to have your thighs around his head, to lave his tongue and mouth over your most intimate space. 

Jack grabs your face, yanking your chin down as he slides his tongue directly into your mouth. Your muffled moan makes Frankie’s eyes roll back, a rough sigh coming from his chest. And through it all, Frankie realizes that you’re entirely naked while Jack is still dressed, while he’s still dressed, too. And honestly, that’s so fucking hot to him, to have you be the very center of attention in this room. 

By now, Frankie’s actions are shameless. He hasn’t pulled himself out but he’s rubbing his palm over his pants. He grips himself in hand, squeezing his shaft while he moans. And while Jack continues kissing you, Frankie looks down, just barely able to see your slippery lips. He thinks back to what Jack said; Jesus, he’d give anything to taste you. 

Jack turns his head when he hears Frankie whine. He’s really gettin’ into this. After pondering his next thought, Jack moves off of the bed. 

“Baby?” you ask, pouting slightly as you lean up to look at him. You loved to taste yourself on his tongue. 

He sighs, hands falling to his belt as he begins to undress. And when you realize what he’s doing, you release an excited sigh. But while you’re staring at Jack, Frankie’s staring at you. You’re still dripping, your sex even more wet now that Jack’s spit is all over it. 

“Honey,” Jack says, gently shaking his head. He then licks his lips, lifting his dominant hand and swiping his thumb across his chin to gather your slick. Your lips part in awe as he keeps your gaze, popping his thumb into his mouth. “You taste so sweet…” 

“Daddy…” your sigh is released from your chest, the movement dramatic and airy. 

And then he grunts softly, hands returning to his belt along with his gaze. “Give Frankie a taste, will you, sweetheart?”

At this, your jaw fully drops, a look of shock washing over your face. Is he about to let Frankie eat me out?

Frankie’s head whips around upon hearing Jack’s words, just as surprised as you. Jack slips off his dark red jacket, now moving to unbutton his dress shirt while his pants remain open. And when he doesn’t hear either of you move, he looks up.

He grins. “Just like daddy did, sweetheart, just a second ago.” 

Looking directly into your eyes, Jack slips off his dress shirt, now shirtless in only his pants. He moves toward you, cupping your face with both hands when he’s close enough to. 

“I want you to put a finger in your pretty little pussy, and when you take it out, I want you to offer it to Frankie.” 

Your head doesn't move in his hold, but your eyes do. They flicker over to Frankie, who’s looking at you with incredible desperation. He has a hand on his crotch, and this is the first time you’re seeing him touch himself. It makes your body run hot. 

Jack turns your face with one hand, putting his cheek right against yours as the two of you look at your friend. 

“See him, baby? Can’t you see how desperate he is for you? I told you, he wants you, baby doll.” and then he turns his head, pressing his nose and lips against your skin as his voice lowers once again. “Give him a taste of your sweet little pussy, and let him know that’s the most of you he’ll ever get.” 

A small gasp slips out, having looked into Frankie’s eyes the entire time your husband spoke to you. Your chest inhales a deep, shaky breath. And Frankie’s does, too. 

“Okay, daddy.” you finally nod, licking your lower lip. 

“That’s a good girl, baby.” he smiles against you, giving your cheek a sloppy kiss before he steps back. 

This time, Jack watches, slipping his belt out of its loops when you move a hand down to your core. Eagerly, Frankie shuffles closer. He’s blinded by you, by his want for you, blinded by the sensations you bring his body without even laying a fucking finger on him. 

“Oh…” Frankie whimpers, eyes dropping to where your finger is. 

Shamelessly, he palms himself, watching intently as you slide a single digit inside. And you whine when you do it, quietly, just barely. But they notice, of course they notice. 

“Frankie?” it’s said timidly, just as you’re pulling your finger out of your sex. And Frankie can see how wet it is, can see it glistening with the arousal Jack pulled from your core. 

“Oh, fuck me…” he doesn’t even care anymore, he feels high, the entire situation making his body buzz with arousal and anticipation. 

“Yeah, baby.” Jack praises, now only in his boxers. “You’re bein’ so nice to him.” 

“Mm…” you moan, both from Jack’s words and the eager motion of Frankie shuffling closer to you. 

Nibbling on your lower lip, you offer it to him, tilting your head slightly. And before he takes it, he sighs roughly, shaking his head before looking into your eyes. “Thank you.” 

“Oh,” his gratefulness makes you sigh; he’s such a sweetie. 

Right after that last word, Frankie’s mouth envelopes your finger. Immediately, his eyes close, his throat releasing an almost painful groan. His muscles shake slightly, tongue swirling around your small finger. 

“What d’you think, Frank?” Jack asks, that smug expression written all over his face. “Did I lie?”

“Mm-mm,” Frankie shakes his head, not bothering to open his eyes or remove himself from your finger to respond. 

“He loves it, baby…” you whisper in awe, moving your finger further into his mouth while he whines. Frankie hasn’t stopped touching himself either, gripping his leaking erection while he sucks your cum off of your finger. 

“I told you he would, sugar.”

Walking back to join you in bed, Jack grabs your wrist, easily pulling your hand away from Frankie. And when he does, the man on his knees looks up at your husband, heaving out desperate breaths. “You enjoy yourself?” Jack asks, almost angrily. 

“Fuck yes.” Frankie breathes out, staring up at your beloved. And to you, seeing Jack like this is beyond sexy; he looks so strong and controlling. 

“I’m glad,” Jack responds, turning his head to kiss your palm, “Because that’s all you’ll ever get.”

And if that’s true, Frankie’s thankful he savored you. Jack was right, you are sweet; fuck, he can’t beleive he got to taste your pussy, taste your cum. He also can’t believe he didn’t wreck his pants when he did it. 

“Oh,” he moans quietly, watching you move onto all fours. 

“You know what’s comin’, don’t you, baby doll?” Jack grins proudly at you. 

You nod eagerly, smiling from ear to ear. Reluctantly, Frankie moves back, watching as Jack fully undresses. And now that you’re both naked, he feels comfortable pulling himself out. Quickly, he returns to his seat, unzipping his pants to release his erection from the tight confines of his uniform.

Frankie had reason to be jealous of Jack’s body, he was more fit than him. Again, different lifestyles, but fuck, did it get to him. Not only was Jack’s arms more muscular than his, his stomach was more toned, too, an area Frankie was particularly insecure about. How does he still look so fucking good at this age? What really gets him is Jack’s cock. Jesus Christ, Frankie rolls his eyes. I guess that fucker has reason to be cocky. 

Eventually, Frankie’s focus returns to you. With you on your hands and knees like this, he’s in the perfect position to see your entire ass and pussy. And fuck, did Frankie love your ass. It’s so perfect, so round and it looks so soft. Maybe he’ll get a peak at your little hole, too. 

“You gonna be good for daddy?” Jack asks, grabbing onto his base. 

“Mhm, yes.” your answer is expected, but it still makes him happy. 

“What do you want, sugar?” Jack then inquires, stroking himself mere inches from your lips. 

“I want to make you happy, daddy.”

Jack looks amazing like this, standing before you in his full form, his entire body on display for you. Even though you saw him like this nearly every day, it was always such a treat. 

“Awe,” he coos happily, reaching down to grab your chin. Gently, he tilts your head up to look at him - you’d been admiring his stomach and chest. 

“Daddy’s happy when he fucks your pretty face.”

Oh my god, Frankie’s eyes roll back. How is Jack’s dirty talk so fucking good?

“Mm…” comes your muffled moan, already allowing in Jack’s tip.

Frankie’s glad he finally freed himself; he’s leaking so much he doesn’t need anything for lube. His tip is crimson and throbbing, aching, and all for you. 

“Yeah…” Jack sighs, one hand on the back of your head as he watches you take him. And as you do, you bend down, arching your back. You do this so Jack can see your body better, not even considering the fact that you’re doing the same thing for Frankie. 

“Jesus, honey.” huffing out a quick breath, Jack’s head snaps back down, both of the men moaning as they hear you choke. “Fuck.”

He tries to go slow, running his fist up and down and just barely teasing his tip. He doesn’t know how long this will last, but he wants to, he wants to last long enough to see this entire act. 

“Baby, baby,” Jack pants above you, watching your sweet, innocent eyes look up at him while you hold his cock in your mouth. “C’mere angel, let daddy give you some spit.” 

Immediately, you lean up, your insides tingling. 

Wait, what? What is he doing? Frankie’s eyes narrow, trying to see what’s happening. He also wonders, does he call her that all the time? Or just because it was her costume tonight? 

Now on your knees, Jack holds your face in both of his hands. He hums happily, lowly, thumbs swiping gently across your cheeks. 

“Are you my sweet girl?” he whispers quietly, looking deeply into your eyes. “My sweet girl who does whatever I say? Whatever I please?”

“Oh, yes daddy. Yes I am.” 

Hearing Jack speak to you like this never ceased to set your body alight. You already came once, but you’re ready to do so all over again. 

“You’re so good, babycakes…” he smirks, staring down at your perfect lips now. “Open your mouth for me.”

Instantly, you comply, watching as your lover leans down to spit into your mouth. It’s a soft, slow drip, Jack’s plush lips pursing just above your open mouth. 

Frankie’s jaw drops in disbelief as he groans. Holy fuck, does she always do this for him? 

And while keeping your mouth open for him, you moan wantonly, forcing another surge of precum to drip from Frankie’s tip. Upon hearing your moan, Jack’s erection throbs, his brows folding up in the center as he releases a soft moan. 

Keeping it on your tongue, you lower yourself back down, swirling the wet muscle around his tip before you engulf him fully again. Lazily, Jack’s hips rock forward, pushing himself in and out of your mouth. Both of his hands rest on your head, petting your hair lovingly. He then closes his eyes, head falling back as you moan around him. 

Jesus, Frankie can only imagine what it’d be like to be Jack right now. He thinks about how velvety warm your mouth is, how amazing it feels to have you moan around him, to shove his cock into your throat and feel it suck him further down.

“Fuck,”

Jack chuckles; he’ll never let up with this. And after tonight, he’ll never let Frankie live this down. 

“Fuck Frank, she’s so good at it,” he drops his head again, watching your mouth move over him. She takes it so deep, too…”

Jack’s praise serves two meanings, to express his gratitude for you, and to stir the jealousy roaring fiercely inside Frankie’s belly. 

“I bet she does…” Frankie gets a little bold, tugging at himself much harder now. “Lucky fucking bastard.”

Another chuckle huffs out from Jack’s chest. But he keeps his eyes on you. “You’re tellin’ me…”

He takes this opportunity to tighten his grip on your head, forcing his cock down your throat. It makes you gasp and choke, sputtering slightly from the sudden intrusion. But you collect yourself quickly, relaxing your muscles so Jack can fuck himself down your throat. With every shove, he rocks you backward, the fat of your ass jiggling right in front of Frankie’s face. His scrotum draws tight to his body, and he has to slow down to stop himself from reaching his high. 

Fuck, fuck.

“Jesus baby, you take daddy so well, yeah…” Jack grunts with every thrust, eyes glued to your naked form below him. “Daddy wants it in your throat, honey, he wants to cum down your throat.”

Oh, so that’ll be it? Frankie assumed Jack would do more. Maybe his stamina isn’t so good nowadays. Maybe that’s something Frankie has on him.

“Just like that, yeah… keep it goin’ sweetheart.”

Jack can feel you hollow your cheeks, can feel your tongue moving beneath him. And you can taste every drop of precum that lands on your tongue. Your nose occasionally bumps the curly hair at his base, taking every inch of him down your throat when he thrusts into you. 

“Fuck…” he looks further back, watching your ass bounce as he fucks your mouth. Keeping one hand on the back of your head, still shoving his hips against you, he leans forward. And you already know what’s coming.

“Mm!” comes your muffled shriek, feeling him smack your ass. 

“Jesus Christ babycakes, how do you do this to me?” he’s breathless, gripping the flesh of your backside in his strong, broad hand. “You’re amazing…” 

Frankie throws his head back in the chair, baring his teeth briefly. Sweat lines his brow, frustration filling his bones. Lowering his fist, he squeezes his base, staving off the impending orgasm that just won’t fucking go away.

“Oh baby, daddy’s gonna cum.” Jack chokes out, brows folding up in the center.

Huh, that was quick, Frankie thinks smugly. But Jack keeps going. 

“And then he’s gonna fuck your pretty pussy, he’s gonna bury himself deep inside…”

The moan you emit around his length sends him over the edge, fucking leaping off the goddamn cliff as his orgasm hits. His groan is erotic, passionate, his body curling over you slightly as his hand returns to your head. Both hold you still while his hips jut against your face, the pulsation of his cock on your tongue making your center tingle. 

“Ugh, f-fuck!” Jack exasperates, lips parting as he forces out a breath. 

It shivers through him, shooting through his limbs. And it feels so good that he laughs, he fucking laughs above you. He empties himself down your throat, feeling your soft swallows and smiling fondly. It’s thick and smooth, the muskiness of it washing your mouth in his scent and taste. His muscles twitch slightly as he pulls out of your mouth, looking down and cupping your jaw once he does. 

“Let me see,” he whispers to you, watching you rise to your knees. “Did you do your job, baby?”

“Mhm,” you nod, opening your mouth. 

Jack smiles brightly when he sees you’ve swallowed his seed, his dimple showing as he expresses his delight. You were good, just how he’s taught you to be. 

“That’s such a good girl, baby doll. You did such a good job for me.” and you absolutely keen, falling into Jack’s arms when he pulls you into him. 

She likes to be praised, huh? She always did seem like a good girl…

“Daddy wants you on top of him, sweetheart. Show Frankie how you ride your daddy.” 

“Really?” you ask, looking up at him with excitement in your eyes. 

“You know how much I like it,” he grins, giving you a soft kiss. “Ride me, baby. Wanna show you off.” 

Even though he’s already done that and more tonight, you smile, moving backward and allowing him to climb onto the bed. When Jack lays down, he’s already half-hard again, and this does nothing for Frankie’s exploding envy. He watches you move over him, kissing up his stomach, nipping at the taut skin of his chest. 

“Angel, turn around for me.” 

You pout. “You don’t want to see me?”

“Course I do, baby. But I want you to see Frankie. Just look at how desperate he is for you, honey.”

Looking over your shoulder, you make eye contact with your husband’s longtime friend. Bashfully, he looks away, pinching his eyes shut when he swipes his thumb over his tip. 

“Daddy…”you whisper in awe. 

Frankie’s thick, almost as thick as your husband. He’s uncut too, a trait different from that of Jack’s. 

“Show him, honey,” he purrs, hands caressing your hips. “Show him how those pretty tits bounce when you’re on top of me.” 

This makes you bite down on your lower lip, now moving to complete your love’s request. Turning, you situate yourself above his pelvis, now facing Frankie. 

“You’re so pretty…” it comes out before he can stop it; he can’t help but fawn over you.

This makes your cheeks tingle, your skin becoming warm once again. “Thank you, Frankie.” 

Jack hums behind you, smoothing his hands over the crease of your thighs. He squeezes your ass from behind, his head resting on two pillows so he can watch you, too. 

“Sink down on me, honey, sink down on daddy…” 

On his gentle command, you do, reaching down to grab his length and lift him upwards toward you. Both men watch with intense focus as you lift your hips, mouth dropping when Jack’s head slips into your entrance. 

“Mm,” he groans, fingers squeezing your hips. “Yeah…” 

“Oh fuck,” Frankie moans, eyes wide and almost submissive. And you smile; you’ve never seen him be such a puppy. 

“Oh…” it comes out gentle, feminine, the sound soft and sweet as it floats from your mouth.

Jack’s hands aid in your descent, his eyes glued to where the two of you meet. Inch by pleasurable inch, he enters you, dragging along your walls until you’re fully seated on his lap. 

“Yes, baby,” Jack praises, gritting his teeth. “Yes…” 

Eyes fluttering open, you’re now able to see Frankie fully. He’s shoved his pants down to his ankles, his cock pulled out of his boxers and leaking all over his hand. Now that he has your attention, he feels the overwhelming desire to show himself off, shamelessly pulling back his foreskin to reveal his nearly purple tip. He swipes his thumb over the top of it, a string of precum made visible when he pulls the thick digit away. 

“Oh…” 

“You lookin’ at Frankie, baby?” Jack asks from behind, feeling you lean forward to place your hands on his thighs. 

“Yes.” you answer quietly, submissively. 

“Yeah? You like what you see?” 

Swallowing, you answer truthfully. “Yes…”

Jack’s voice then becomes dark. “You think he could fill you up better than me?”

And when he asks this, Frankie’s heart nearly stops. You were truthful with your last answer, will you be truthful now? And you are; you aren’t ever willing to lie to the man you love. 

“No,” this time, your response is quicker than your last, and you sound sure of the word. Softly, you shake your head, your eyes trailing over Frankie’s figure. “No one ever feels as good as you, daddy.” 

“Oh god,” Jack grits out, grinding up into you and reveling in your tiny whine. “You’re my girl baby, my good fucking girl.”

“Yes, daddy.” you nod, eyes rolling back slightly before they close altogether, your hips moving shortly thereafter. 

Frankie likes to think you lied to save Jack’s ego, but on the inside, he knows you didn’t. You love Jack, that much is true, and that’s part of why he feels so good to you. The bond the two of you have is incomparable to any relationship Frankie has ever seen. 

Regardless of your answer, Frankie doesn’t let up, his strokes becoming faster as he watches you ride his longtime friend. Frankie’s never had voyeuristic tendencies, so this is all very new to him. Honestly, he didn’t ever consider this, didn’t ever think he’d like something like this. But with you? Jesus, if he had turned this down, he wouldn't have known what to do. How could he ever say no to you? 

Your movements become more forceful as you continue, throwing your head back and thrusting your chest out. Your breasts bounce and sway with every movement, Frankie now gawking openly at them. He rests back in the chair, gripping the armrest with his free hand while his breathing becomes unsteady. 

“Yeah, honey.” Jack continues on, unable to keep himself from talking. And you love it, dear fucking god do you love to hear him speak. “Go on, fuck yourself open on me.” 

“Fuck,” it’s utterred quietly, breathlessly, leaning on his thighs for balance as you move your hips over him. 

“You sexy little thing, ridin’ me like this. Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. Always so tight around me.”

Jesus, I fucking knew it. I knew she’d be tight. 

“See how well she takes it, Frank?” Jack asks with a huff of a laugh. “She’s always like this, so sweet and eager with me. My perfect little girl…”

“Jesus Christ,” Frankie spits into his hand, and when you hear him do so, you open your eyes. And when he sees he’s caught your attention, he does it again. 

“Oh,” you sigh gracefully, watching Frankie’s cock pulse when he returns his fist to his hand. 

You always considered Frankie to be attractive, but seeing him like this has definitely brought that emotion to new heights. You’d never be disloyal to Jack, you’d never even dream of it. All you’re acknowledging is… Frankie can be fucking hot. 

“Oh honey,” he breathes out, spreading your ass as you continue to move. “I can see your little hole, it’s flutterin’, baby doll.”

Your neck and chest burn bright at his comment, licking your lower lip as you grin. He could be so dirty sometimes. And of course he’d choose now to show that side of him. So, you decide to reciprocate. 

“You wanna play with it, daddy?”

“Oh my fucking god,” Frankie can’t beleive you just said that; you like anal too?

Frankie has always had an anal kink, he loved to lick it, finger it, fuck it. But honestly at this point, it wasn’t just a kink, it was a full-blown fetish. And to see you in such a position is a fucking dream come true for him. 

“Babycakes,” Jack gasps out, feeling you increase your pace. “You know I do…” Jack’s voice gets low, trailing off as he focuses on you. 

Without taking his eyes off of your perfect form, Jack pops his thumb into his mouth, his hand reaching for your backside when he’s content with how wet he’s made it. For some reason, your eyes fall to Frakie’s as Jack sticks his thumb in, your jaw dropping open and eyes going soft as you moan. 

“Fuck, did you put it in her?” Frankie asks, and he can’t fucking help it. He had to ask. 

“Yeah I did.” Jack responds cockily, that signature smug grin curling on his lips. He huffs out a breath, shaking his head. “How’s that feel, baby?” 

“So,” you gasp, swallowing thickly while wiggling back against him. “So good.” 

“Fuck me…” your eyes are still on Frankie’s when he says this, Jack moaning while you squeeze him tight, both his cock and thumb. 

It burns pleasurably, his thumb swirling in your backside, your eyes rolling back at the sensation. The act makes it harder to ride him; you feel like you’re going dumb. 

“Daddy, daddy,” you whine pathetically, throwing your head back and digging your nails into the muscles in his legs. 

“Oh… daddy, daddy.” he sighs, sounding cocky though his mocking words come out soft. “What is it, sugar? I’m right here.” 

The way Jack treats you makes you feel light-headed, like you’re the most precious thing on the entire earth to him. And you are, and he’s glad you know it.

“It’s… s-so much…” 

Frankie looks mesmerized, nearly drooling as he watches you fuck yourself open on Jack’s cock. Lord, does he wish it was him, he wishes he could feel your ass bounce down on his pelvis, see your pretty ass jiggle, spread your cheeks to watch your dirty little hole clench and squeeze. You never imagined Frankie to be so attracted to you, but knowing he’s this enamored by your personality and physique makes your confidence bloom. 

The wet sounds of Frankie masturbating in the corner of your room make you moan, watching his slick length drool over his hand. You feel so distracted, not just by Frankie but of course by Jack, by the way he’s making you feel. Your pace falters, but he picks it up with ease. His free hand falls to your outer hip, slamming you down onto his lap when he begins thrusting up. And you cry out for him, whining when you feel his thumb move back and forth in your tightest hole. 

“Baby, you’re so tight back here.” Jack tells you breathlessly, that rich southern accent making you buzz inside. 

“Yeah, I bet you are.” Frankie nods once, fucking his hand more fervently. 

“Oh, look at that,” your husband grins, chuckling quietly. “I guess Frankie likes when I play with you back here.”

“I fucking love that.” it comes out without a filter, without a second fucking thought. 

The hand not currently tugging at his cock slides down to cup his scrotum, fondling the delicate skin in his palm. He moans, his eyes going soft, and you whine quietly at the sight. 

“Well, why don’t we show him then, sweetheart?” 

“Mm, daddy,” you whine, chest exhaling a dramatic breath. “What do you mean?” 

Jack takes a second to breathe, smoothly sliding his thumb out of your ass. He gives you a light tap then, barely stinging the outside of your right cheek. 

His tone is gravely when he speaks. “Get on your hands and knees for me.” 

Without a second thought, you lift yourself from him, slowly and gracefully. Frankie watches you move, licking his lower lip as he slows down his own movements. You crawl forward while Jack slides his legs out from under you. With a soft grunt and a heavy sigh, he rises behind you, resting on his knees. Submissively, you lean forward, resting not on your palms but on your forearms to arch your back more. You’re still facing Frankie, but he can see your ass high in the air now, breathing heavily while watching Jack’s hands slide over your ass. 

“You know how beautiful you look right now, darlin’?” 

“Hm…” eyes closed, humming pleasantly, you wiggle your hips back and forth slowly for him in a silent display of contentment. 

Jack groans behind you, all while showing that beautiful smile. Unexpectedly, he smacks a hand down on your plump flesh, earning a shrill moan from you. Baring his teeth briefly, he does it again, sighing heavily when you cry out again. 

“You want me to finger it, honey?” 

“Yes…”

“Say it.” Jack quickly demands, his voice low and authoritative. “Tell me you want daddy to finger your pretty little asshole.”

“Holy fuck,” Frankie’s head drops back; how can he be so turned on by Jack Daniels’ words? Quickly though, he lifts his head. Not only does he want to hear you say it, but he wants to watch when your lover does it. 

You whimper quietly, pressing your face into the soft blankets covering your marital bed. “Daddy…”

“I told you to say it.” 

It’s impossible to be disobedient when he speaks in that tone.

“I want it, daddy,” you inhale a deep breath, gathering the courage as your face burns from the brazenness of his words. “I want you to finger my pretty little asshole.” 

“Yes…” comes Frankie’s small word. 

“Yeah,” your husband’s word is spoken differently, almost hissed from between his lips as his cock twitches upon hearing your repetition. “That’s so good baby,” he looks down, gripping the thickness of his erection. “That’s so good, did so good for me, angel…” 

He’s breathless and rambling, and you know that means he’s having a hard time holding himself back. And when he fucks you in this position, he never lasts long. 

Sitting up a bit higher in his seat, Frankie’s eyes are zeroed in on the curves of your ass. Jack spreads your cheeks, a slow drip of spit falling onto your crease. And then he lifts his hand, licking his first two digits before lowering them to your sex. He rubs you with them, furrowing his brows as he listens to your moans. He slides a finger into your warmth, pumping it in and out only a few times. That very same finger then rises, circling your upper hole.

“Fuck, fuck,”

“You think about this, Frankie?” Jack asks, hearing the sloppy sounds of his hand. “You think about my baby girl’s ass?”

Frankie grunts, once again annoyed. Gritting his teeth, he mumbles out, “How can I not?” 

“I know,” Jack laughs, “She’s amazing, isn’t she?” 

“Daddy,” your whine pulls both men from their sexual thoughts. “Please put it in.” 

You’re pulsing around nothing, desperate to feel him inside you again. You need him to fuck you, to make you cum for a second time tonight. 

“Sh…” he hushes you kindly, those deep brown eyes watching as his pointer finger begins to slide in. 

“Yes…” 

You have such an intense desire for him, to kiss his beautiful lips, to feel his skin on yours, to experience the sensation of him filling you as much as he can. And when that thought comes into your head, you reach back with one hand, grabbing onto his hip. 

“Please,” 

“Damn baby, you want it bad.” he teases, feeling your nails scrape across his skin. 

When Jack’s finger is entirely surrounded by your tight muscles, both him and Frankie sigh out.

“How does it feel?” Frankie asks quickly, “Please tell me how it feels.”

Jack just laughs, but you reply. 

“So good, it’s so good, it’s so fucking good. I want more.”

With his free hand, Jack reaches back down, lining himself up before slowly inching inside. The sounds you’re making make Frankie fucking blush, his mouth going dry from having it hang open for so long. 

When your husband’s cock is entirely seated inside, he stills, now focusing on the movements of his finger. He pumps it into you, much faster than before. And he spits again, aiding in the slide of his tick digit as he works it into your ass. 

“Daddy, yes!”

“Fuck, you’re so good for me, such a dirty little girl for me.”

Frankie leans up even further this time, whining when he gets a full view of your taut asshole. It stretches every time your husband’s finger enters, your muscles squeezing tightly together each time his digit leaves. 

“Fuck - I’m gonna cum.” he breathes out, not even wanting to blink. 

Now, Jack’s hips start to move, slapping against your ass as he fucks himself into you. Feeling Jack fuck you like this, hearing their collective moans, it’s all so much; it’s overwhelming you. 

“You hear that, honey? Frankie’s gonna cum just from seein’ you, just from watchin’ you get fucked.”

“Oh my god…” it’s muffled, your fingers gripping onto the sheets while the side of your face presses against the mattress. 

And just like that, Frankie’s done. Your high moans, your pretty face contorted in bliss, the sloppy sounds of your pussy and ass getting fucked…

“Ngh,” forcefully, his hips thrust up into his hand, lifting from the seat ever so slightly. The back of his head returns to the top of the chair, mouth agape as he heaves out desperate breaths of air. 

Your eyes look to him when you hear his incredibly forceful moans, watching as white ropes shoot from his tip. They ooze out of him, thick and wet as they slide down his shaft. His foreskin moves with every tug Frankie’s hand gives, his sticky-white release making a mess on his hand. 

“Frankie…” you’ve never seen him like this, so vulnerable and soft. 

Jack smiles, a chuckle bouncing the muscles in his chest. He looks over at Frankie, too. “Damn Francisco, I knew you had it bad for her.” 

Jack’s pace doesn’t falter, almost immediately returning his gaze to you. The hand on your ass slides forward, fingers digging into your hip as he pounds you into the mattress. 

“And he’s not the only one that sees you like this, sugar.” he tells you, determined for you to know just how captivating you truly are. “I see how other men look at you. You’re a fucking goddess, baby, a goddamn angel. And you’re mine, you’re fucking mine; do you know how lucky I am?” 

“Daddy,” you cry out, feeling him plunge repeatedly into your core. “I love you.” 

Jack truly is enamored with you, he’s obsessed with you; he’s never met anyone like you. 

“I love you, sweetheart, daddy loves you.” and then he spits again, wetting your little hole even more. 

“Fuck me!” 

Once you say this, he feels your heated walls squeeze him tight, the act of it so forceful it makes him throb inside. And that’s how he knows he’s struck gold. 

“Yeah? Right there?” 

“Right there!” you groan out enthusiastically. 

And Frankie sighs, out of breath but lifting his head so he can continue to watch you. Jesus Christ, Jack’s right, you’re a fucking goddess. 

Jack leans forward a bit, stilling the motions of his finger inside you while he now focuses on moving his hips. “Is daddy still hittin’ it, sugar? Huh, babycakes? Is daddy still hittin’ your sweet spot?” 

“Ye-es,” it’s a stuttered whine, one said while pinching your eyes shut as he repeatedly punches himself into you. 

“It’s okay honey, just relax.” he can feel your body tensing, and he’s more than thrilled to let you experience your second high. “Let daddy make you feel good… relax for me…”

“Mm,”

“I know, baby; it’s hard to relax when daddy’s inside you, huh?”

“Daddy,”

“Oh… I know that whine.” he grunts out with a self-assured smirk. “Let daddy feel it, baby. He gives you permission, he wants you to do it.” 

With eager anticipation in his eyes, Frankie watches as you unravel before your husband. Jack continues to split you open on his length, rocking your body with each harsh shove. And when he allows you to let go, to fall apart on your shared bed for him, you suck in an airy gasp. As if on command, you finally crumble, back arching and legs shaking as your lover forces another orgasm out from within you. 

“Daddy!”

“Fuck me…” Jack bares his teeth, the muscles in his chest and stomach flexing. 

He tears his finger from you, using both hands to keep your body against him. Pushing forward, he grinds his hips into you, keeping pressure on that delicate, spongy spot inside you. It prolongs your high, your eyes shut as your lips part, just barely drooling from the euphoria shuttering through your body. And when Jack grinds against you, he cums too. The feeling of your soft curves pressing against his pelvis, the sensation of your heated inner channel gripping him so tight, it takes the breath from his lungs, the beat from his heart, now fully unraveling above you. 

“B-Baby,” he chokes out, hands squeezing your hips with force. 

The sensation rocks through him as he releases into you, leaning forward and placing a hand on your lower back to steady himself. He’s breathing heavily behind you, muscles tensing as his hips jerk harshly against you. That part always made you smile, always made you tingle inside. It’s like his body was fully giving in, unable to hold back its arousal and desire, his pelvis rutting into you in sharp, jagged motions. It’s desperate, raw, and something you get to experience with him almost every day. 

“Baby…”

“Daddy,” you respond breathily, reaching back with a single arm. He takes your hand, rubbing a thumb over the top of it. 

Grunting, he pulls out of you slowly, watching his softening cock slide out from your warm and welcoming sex. Both of Jack’s large palms then slide over your ass, spreading your cheeks so he can watch your pretty pussy flutter. 

“Lay down, baby doll.” he coos to you, leaning over your body to place soft kisses on your back. “Let me get a towel for you.” 

The moment turns incredibly soft. Frankie can so clearly see the love Jack has for you. And for an incredibly selfish reason, that only makes his envy grow. It’s one thing if Jack didn’t treat you right; then, in Frankie’s mind, he’d have reason to wish you were his. He’d have reason to believe he could treat you better than him. But Jack doesn't treat you bad, nowhere even close to it. Frankie hates to admit it, but Jack treats you better than he ever could. And that’s because the two of you are made for each other, that’s more than obvious now. 

Be that as it may, it didn’t suppress the attraction Frankie has toward you. You’re still as sexy as ever, even more so now. He can’t help but feel that way about you, he just can’t fucking help it. 

When Jack comes back, he’s holding three towels instead of two. They’re all slightly damp, and he sets a couple on the edge of the bed. Frankie looks over at him, watching as Jack nods and lifts the towel in his direction. 

“Frank?” he calls lightly, tossing the washcloth his way.

Frankie reaches out to catch it, nodding while he utters a small yet grateful, thanks. 

“Come here, beautiful.” 

You’d followed Jack’s direction, allowing yourself to lay down on the bed. Crawling forward, Jack smiles as you turn over for him, now resting on your back. Instinctively, you open your legs for him, sighing gracefully when you feel him drag the wet rag over your center. 

In the corner of the room, Frankie’s cleaning himself off, too. He wipes down his hand, cleaning his fingers before moving to his shaft. He’d gotten some dribbles of cum on the lower part of his shirt. Fuck, gonna have to dry clean this. 

Jack kisses your cheek and neck as he does this, humming softly when he feels you smile. Your hands brush through his hair until he’s done, pulling away to wipe himself off. 

Closing your eyes, you revel in this moment. This has honestly been one of the most exciting nights of your life. And you feel safe, comfortable, being around two men that you trust. You and Jack wouldn’t have done this around just anyone, and who knows if it will ever happen again. All you know is you enjoyed it, and it feels like the entire thing has brought you and your husband closer together, if that were even possible. 

He’d been nervous, unsure at first, just like he was before all of it began. But Frankie was a friend to not only Jack but you, too. It was late, and he was tired, you weren’t just going to kick him out. So, you both offered for Frankie to stay in the guest room. He could make himself comfortable, use the guest bath to freshen up, too. And after considering your offer, analyzing both yours and Jack’s kind faces, he agreed. 

“Hi, Frankie.” you greet softly, watching him meander out of his room. 

You’d gotten up before the two of them, a rare occurrence for you. Jack usually was the first one to wake, but apparently, last night really took it out of him. Once you’d convinced Frankie to rest in the spare room, Jack returned his lips to your body, covering you in delicate, affectionate kisses. You showered together, washing each other’s bodies lovingly before drying off and cuddling up in bed. He kissed your head, whispering sweet things to you before he fell asleep. And you drifted off just before he did, sighing contentedly in his arms. 

“Hey,” Frankie returns, his bedhead and sleepy smile absolutely adorable as he walks over to you. 

Sitting down, you offer him some coffee, which he happily takes. You’d worried how things would feel between the three of you the morning after all of that went down, but right now, it feels normal, comfortable. 

“Um, thank you.” he suddenly blurts out, staring at the mug in his hands before looking up at you. “For last night. I, I felt kind of honored… to see you like that, both of you like that.”

You giggle slightly. “What do you mean?”

“You’re a beautiful woman.” he admits openly, feeling free to express his emotions. “But it was… different than I expected. It was hot, definitely hot,” again, you giggle. “But… I don’t know, you guys just really love each other. Thank you for letting me see that.” 

“Awe, Frankie.” you smile, your heart beating affectionately. 

Reaching forward, you gently grab his hand. “I hope you know we love you, too. You’re one of our closest friends, Frankie; we wouldn’t have done that with just anyone, we did it because we trust you. And we really hope what happened last night doesn’t change any of that.” 

He ponders his response, only for a moment before he shakes his head. “I don’t think so.” Frankie really appreciates what you just said. 

“Good.” 

Before anything else is said, your husband finally joins the two of you once he gets out of bed. His messy hair is also adorable, walking out into the kitchen in just a pair of sweats. You admire his body, his toned chest, his slightly softening stomach, those sculpted arms, the tawny skin of his neck; it makes you want to jump on him all over again. 

“Hi, baby.”

“Good mornin’, honey.” he grins, leaning down to give you a kiss. He then addresses his friend. “How you doin’, Frankie? You hungry?” 

“Oh, no.  I should get going soon, anyway.” Frankie doesn’t want to be a burden. 

Jack shrugs, “Your loss. I’m makin’ pancakes.” 

Frankie just smiles. He’ll stay, but only because the air between your small group is making him feel relaxed and secure. He really did appreciate last night, and he appreciates the friendship he has with the two of you. You with your kind heart and sassy words, Jack with his casual and usually merry personality, Frankie likes those things about the two of you. And it’s clear nothing has changed. 

None of you are sure where your intimate afterparty came from, but you do know it was rooted entirely in the boys’ personalities. For Frankie, he finds it hard to not be attracted to you, to both your physique and your psyche. And for Jack, he finds it hard to not show his love for you. In every sense of the word, you’re the love of Jack’s life. You’re the person he’s promised himself to, the one he’ll take care of as long as he has a soul to. And if Frankie’s going to stick around, he’ll have to respect that. And he will, as long as it means he gets to keep his friendship with the two of you. 

#oh Jesus Christ #this was amazing to write #wowowow #Daddy Whiskey #Agent Whiskey #Agent Whiskey smut #Frankie Morales #Frankie Morales smut #Frankie Morales x you #Frankie Morales x reader #Frankie Morales x female reader #Kinktober #Kinktober 2022 #Sintober #Sintober 2022

[lady-bess]

LadyBess' Masterlist 📖

Hello, and welcome to my Masterlist! Grab a snack, two fingers of whiskey, and take a look at what I've got to offer! 🥃

I write predominantly for Pedro Pascal characters at the moment, but this is a multi-fandom blog, so characters in and out of the 'Pedro-verse' are featured here too!

My works are often 18+ and each fic comes with its own content tags and warning. Minors, please DNI ✨

For ease of navigation, I have used a Traffic Light System to rate these works 🚦

💚 Green is for General/Teen rated content 🧡 Orange is for more Mature works 💋 Red is for anything rated Explicit

My writing is mainly reader-insert content, but I have a mix of Female, AFAB, and Gender Neutral (GN) reader inserts 💜

Not all of these works are on Tumblr yet, but feel free to check out my A03 profile for all works!

Please enjoy, and come back regularly to see what's new!

Current Series: Fallout (Jack Daniels x F!Reader) Recent One-Shot release: Trust (Din Djarin x F!Reader)

One-Shots

"Petals" - Jack Daniels x F!OC (Tumblr Ask/Prompt) "Something Sweet" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Departure" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader "After Hours" - Jack Daniels x GN!Reader (A03) "Fright" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Swing" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "The Perfect Fit" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Homeward Bound" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader "Restless" - young!Jack Daniels x F!Reader "The Lodger" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader "Dessert" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Chasing The Sun" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Afternoon Intrusions" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "A Lesson Learned" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Closing Time" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Bound" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Disciplinary" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03)

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Jack-mas Christmas Drabbles" - Jack Daniels x AFAB/ F!Reader (A03) "Fallout" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader

One-Shots

"Birthday Wishes" - Joel Miller x F!Reader "The Headache" - Joel Miller x GN!Reader (A03) "Foolish" - Joel Miller x F!Reader

One-Shots

"Getting In A Pickle" - Javier Peña x F!Reader "Take A Seat" - Javier Peña x F!Reader "Hot Nights in Colombia" - Javier Peña x F!Reader (A03)

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Monday Morning" - Javier Peña x F!Reader (A03) - collaboration with @joels-darlin 💕

One-Shots

"Drive Me Wild" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03) "Return To Me" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03) "Longing" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03) "Sundress" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03)

One-Shots

"Birthday Boy" - Javi G x F!Reader (A03) "Behave Yourself" - Javi G x AFAB!Reader (No pronouns used)

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Heist" - Javi G x F!Reader - COMING SOON

One-Shots

"Three's A Crowd" - Jack Daniels x Joel Miller x F!Reader (A03)

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Just A Date" - Multiple Pedro Character fic x GN!Reader "Mutually Beneficial" - Javier Peña x Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03)

Much loved characters, but so far only 1-2 fics to their name 💜

One-Shots

"Understanding" - Marcus Pike x F!Reader (A03) "Now You See Me" - Marcus Pike x F!Reader (A03) "Clean Up" - Max Phillips x F!Reader (A03) "Hypercharged In Hyperspace" - Din Djarin x F!Reader (A03) "Trust" - Din Djarin x F!Reader "Rookie Mistake" - Tim Rockford x F!Reader

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"A Brand New Start" - Agent Ortega x F!Reader (A03)

One-Shots

"Salvation" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x Clara Oswald (A03) "Run" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x F!Reader (A03) "Rose Petals Blossom" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x Rose Tyler (A03) "Precious Moments With You" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x F!Reader (A03)

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Paint The Town Red" - Ginger Ale (Kingsman) x F!Reader

#masterlist #fanfiction #fanfiction masterlist #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal cinematic universe #multifandom #multifandom fics #Kingsman #Doctor Who #Jack Daniels #Agent Whiskey #Joel Miller #TLOU #TUWOMT #javi gutierrez #javier peña #din djarin #Star Wars #frankie morales #Triple Frontier #Marcus Pike #the mentalist #the mummy 1999 #professor layton

[juletheghoul]

a/n: I started writing fanfic when I was in my teens, typing away into the night as a way to feel connected to my faves. Eventually I stopped, maybe convinced myself that I'd grown out of it, but that definitely wasn't the case. Truth is the stories have always been there, and I've always wanted to tell them. I'm happy to have found my way back to fanfic, back to the sense of community and all those other amazing fucking stories that I've read here. I've been lucky enough to have my things put on rec lists and now I want to make one of my own. I've been compiling a list of submissions, along with some of my faves and I offer them up to you, humbly. This list in no way encompasses all of the masterpieces I've read, just doing my best with the shitshow that is my memory lol. I am beyond lucky to have reached such a wild milestone, thanks for following along-please enjoy and show these creators some love!

Story recs;

Each story will have it's own warnings**

Jack Whiskey Daniels;

Under Marula Trees (Jack x F!Reader) by @deadhumourist

Cognitive Dissonance (Jack x F!reader) by @prolix-yuy

The Cowboy Next Door (Jack x virgin!freader) by @ikissdin

Javier Peña;

Learning to Live (Javier Peña/f!reader) by @wheresarizona

Fear and Loathing (Javier Peña x F!Reader) by @joels6strings

Lie to Me (Javier Peña x DEA Agent fem reader) by @iamskyereads

Mailroom Crush (Javier Peña x f!reader) by @littlemisspascal

Girl Next Door (Javier Peña x f!reader) by @babybugwrites

Teach Me Tonight (Javier Peña x F!DEA!Reader) by @storiesofthefandomlovers 

Dieter Bravo;

Funny Girl (Dieter x F!Reader) by @radiowallet

Stay on the Screenplay (Dieter x F!Reader) by @jazzelsaur

Love Triangles (Dieter Bravo x Female Reader) by @littlemisspascal

Morning (Porn star Dieter x Porn star reader) by @write-and-buried

Dave York;

Appreciation (Dave x F!Reader) by @pedropascalsx

My Girl (Dave York x f!reader x Francisco “Catfish” Morales) by @foli-vora

Family Fun Series (Dave York x F!Nanny!Reader x Carol York) by @absurdthirst

Rare (Dave York x fem reader) by @ezrasbirdie

Din Djarin;

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𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕛𝕦𝕝𝕪 (𝕝𝕝)- neighbor!joel miller x reader (pre!outbreak)

complete masterlist | joel miller masterlist

"𝕚 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖" - you can be the boss | lana del rey

words || 𝟞.𝟠𝕜

summary || in which the reader and joel don't speak for a few months

previous part || fourth of july (I)

a/n || this is very feral but badly written smut; bad combo, man ➵ it's exam szn so me posting will be sporadic i can't lie. ➵ experimenting with the accent, tell me what y'all think ➵ same disclaimer: there is an age gap in this story !! if that makes you uncomfortable, i have many other non-age-gap fics you can browse on my page. reader is like 27 and joel is like 36. he's not old, though he is mentioned as such because he's old compared to her. also canonical dilf ➵ not edited (yet) ➵ i've been on a bit of a pascal spree and am thinking about writing for javier pena, frankie morales, agent whiskey and din djarin whenever i find time to update, so ➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || fluff/smut/bit of angst➵ unprotected p.i.v. ➵ oral (f receiving) ➵ fingering ➵ cum ig (tell me if i miss anything)

it was nicky’s first day of school. that was how much time had passed.

she adjusted her hair in the mirror for a moment, as her sister wrapped up her lunch and placed it neatly into a bag. as she came down the stairs, she had a distinct pep in her step, practically waltzing into the kitchen before she sat to eat her breakfast.

“someone’s excited!” nicky nodded at her sister’s accurate assessment, as she scarfed down the scrambled eggs on her plate. her sister watched her fondly, handing her some water, and then a napkin, before sitting opposite her.

the two sat, conversing in between nicky’s bites: nicky was telling her about all the things that she’d heard from sarah about the school, and her sister was listening adamantly, only interrupting her in order to remind her to chew her food.

when she was done, she grabbed her bag, kissed her sister on the cheek, and opened to door to meet her friends, making her way to the bus stop just a few doors down. her sister looked up to see the neighbor opposite them looking over the group with a similar smile on her face, as her daughter goes to join the group as well. she waves at her, and the neighbor smiles back.

they’d been in the neighborhood for a few months, and she found the people around her to be simply a part of her routines - waving at jerry the postman, greeting martha and john when either left for work, or spending a few minutes each afternoon petting the pinscher that the marriots had gotten when his daily walk passed her lawn.

she was accustomed to it all. except for one little thing.

joel miller.

after that fourth of july evening, she felt as though he’d been avoiding her like the plague, always jetting in and out of the house at odd times in his pickup, and seemingly stuck to the confines of his place whenever she was outside, tending to the small plants on their lawn to keep it presentable and inviting. when she smiled at or greeted him, he’d give her a curt nod or a gruff good morning, before taking just slightly longer strides away.

it threw her for a loop completely, unable to understand how the man could go from the affection present in their moment of intimacy, to something as foreign as a stranger. for the first couple days, she found herself offended and a little insulted by the change in attitude, before it morphed into something more carefree as she came to the conclusion everyone comes to at some point in their life.

men ain’t shit.

joel miller should have woken up that morning to the sound of his alarm, but the late night he’d had to pull last night had rendered him half dead as he slumbered deeper into the morning.

it took sarah shouting for him, knocking at his door, and then tentatively stepping inside to grab his arm and physically lug him up. the pressure around his forearm made him groggily open his eyes and, seeing her impatient but amused face, he nodded with a groan, ensuring her that he’d be up in a moment.

sarah’s uncle tommy was eating out of their pantry as he plated her toast, handing the slices over to her as her father descended the stairs. he patted sarah’s shoulder as he passed her, and she mumbled a sarcastic good morning through her bites. tommy smiled at his brother’s barely-awake face as joel reached for his coffee.

“you look like shit,” he chides, as joel sips out of his large mug. he places it down, shaking his head as he grasps his food from tommy’s fingers, and placing it back where it belongs.

“and ya eat like shit, tom.” tommy’s expression turns exaggeratedly indignant, and sarah laughs as she see it. she places her plate into the sink as she wipes her mouth, and she sidesteps her father to grab her backpack.

“you don’t need to drop me off - i’m gonna head to the bus with nicky and some of the other girls.” joel’s curious expression peers over his mug, but, seeing sarah’s excited face as her eyes glanced to the windows to see if her friends had already left home, he smiles into the beverage.

“’lright.” she smiles, making a beeline for the door as he follows her to wave her off. “ya ready?” he asks, as she puts her sneakers on and, when she rises again, she nods, almost solemnly.

“i’ll see you tonight?” joel winced, scratching his head as he thought about how long he’d be on-site that day.

“i - i think so?” it’s not a statement, instead a question, but it makes sarah smile a little as she rolled her eyes, pulling her father into a goodbye hug. he squeezed her tightly, before opening the door for her and watching her walk over to nicky and her sister’s place.

when he looked up, he saw the younger girl exit her house, her sister in the doorway as she said goodbye to her.

she was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, obviously also not having been awake for too long, but the mere sight of her makes joel adjust on the heels of his feet, straightening his back as leaned just slightly against the door way.

she was as gorgeous as two months ago, when he’d had the pleasure of seeing her in that much less. every time he saw her petting that one little dog, or meticulously looking over her flowers, all he wanted to do was hold her again.

but, of course, he realized how it looked: he was getting older; even sarah had started teasing him about it, and, well, she wasn’t. she may have had a type excluding men her age, but that wasn’t feasible - and joel had panicked after the realization that, though the sex was great, he wasn’t particularly capable of being much more than that for her without her having to sacrifice a likely healthier and more realistic relationship. besides, after his experience with sarah’s mother, he had always been worried as to what to do and how to handle future endeavors with women. so, he’d pretty much sworn off them.

that didn’t make it any easier when he had to pretend he didn’t care all that much about her when her gaze radiated in his direction.

tommy peeked out of the doorway, trying to see what had so keenly captured his brother’s attention. following his gaze, he sees the neighbor that sarah had been telling him about previously, and he suppressed a laugh as he looked between her soft, smiling figure and his brother’s ‘kicked puppy’ expression. he patted his chest as he exited the house, ready to start the car.

“don’t stare too much - y’already look like a creep.” joel blinked his thoughts away as he focused on his brother’s advice. he rolled his eyes, grabbing the car keys that tommy had somehow forgot and tossing them to him as he locked the door.

“stop runnin’ yer mouth, tommy.”

she found herself home alone so much more now. of course, she had work to keep her distracted, but she’d wrap up quickly, not having quite that much to do as she waited for her sister to come back and for her to routinely explain the events of her day. she’d subscribed herself to an almost-riveting nature show that would air in the afternoons, feeling her eyes focus and unfocus on the colorful videos of birds or the tense videos of predators and prey.

on the days the two girls wanted a bit of privacy, or maybe some quiet, they would head over the millers’ place, knowing that mr.miller wouldn’t be back in for another few hours

but when they didn’t, nicky’d tend to bring sarah back to hers for a bit. her sister was more than happy to accommodate the two girls, enjoying the company and finding a distinct amusement in their banter. sarah spent just as much time talking to her as she did nicky, mostly for - shockingly enough - cooking tips. she’d mentioned how often her father was out of the house, and how that owed to her sometimes becoming bored of the takeout that he or her uncle would bring, and that she would usually eat the leftovers from the next night.

when she suggested that she teach her some basic meals to add some variety to her dinners, sarah was more excited than expected. that enthusiasm, and the fact that she was a fast learner contributed to the both of them spending many a evening experimenting with some new meal that one of the three girls picked up. though nicky would usually listen in to the lessons, or help organize the correct ingredients or pans, she spent nearly as much time trying to swipe bites from practically each step of the cooking process, owing to sarah’s continued amusement, and her sister’s exaggerated annoyance.

truly, sarah had sometimes found it a bit lonely at her place, only really seeing her family when her father or uncle would sporadically pop-in as they’d forgotten some documents, or something like that. now, though, she was relieved that that loneliness didn’t occur as much, in the sweet company of her neighbors.

so, when she bid nicky goodbye a little early one night, as she’d had to go home and speak with her parents, she was shocked to find, as she unlocked her door, the dull sound of the t.v., followed by a mumbled greeting from her father. she turned the corner to the living room, and his tired form was sprawled over the couch, with a her-shaped spot next to him. she took the opportunity, sitting beside him as he gave her a quick squeeze, only half-paying attention to his surroundings.

“how was work?” she said it into the small space between her and her father, and, though she was quiet, her voice was loud in the near-silent house.

“amazing.” he whispered back sarcastically, making her smile.

“well, have you had dinner?”

“’ve ya?” he countered, and she shook her head, using his knee to lever herself up, heading to the kitchen. he quirked an eyebrow as his eyes followed her steps, “what’re ya doing?” she poked her head back into the hall between the living room and kitchen.

“making something to eat?” he had assumed that she was going to make a sandwich, so, when he heard her turn on the stove, he looked in her direction, confused. finally, he pushed himself up, heading towards her to see what she was doing.

she’d pulled out a few things as he leaned against the doorway, watching her.

“what’re ya making?”

sarah mumbles the name of the dish, mentioning how their neighbor had been polite enough to teach her the recipe, as she continues to move around the kitchen, meticulously following the steps that she remembered.

“well, d’ya want any help?” sarah shakes her head.

“you’ll throw me off,” she chided, making joel laugh.

over the next couple weeks, joel had had the pleasure of eating more home-grown food as opposed to the takout he’d practically been thriving off for the previous months, all at the hand of his daughter.

though he felt worried she’d overexert herself, he found her to be excitable as opposed to annoyed about the prospect, and he attempted to make it up to her by releasing her from a few of her other chores.

on one colder october evening, nicky comes back home a little earlier than usual, getting comfortable on the couch, to the shock of her sister.

“hey, nick? how was school?” nicky shrugged, fiddling with the remote, as she gestured for her sister to join her.

“it’s fine. i’ve got a math test next thursday.” her sister went to join her, letting nicky rest her head on her thigh, her eyes trained to the t.v.

“need any help with it?” nicky shook her head, the movement dragging over her sister’s thigh.

“actually, i wanted to ask: bea’s having a birthday sleepover at her place this friday. can i go?” suddenly, the affection clicked in her sister’s head. she’d done the same thing when asking their parents to go meet her friends, hoping the added sweetness would convince them to let her. of course, the same treatment wasn’t necessary with her, but it definitely didn’t hurt.

“sure, nick. where does she live?”

“closer to the city. her mom said she’d pick us up after school and take us there.”

“’lright, hun. get your bag set up well, okay?” nicky smiled at the confirmation, before sinking further into her sister and enjoying the movie she’d clicked on.

she has a meeting that afternoon, and it was her first face-to-face one since settling in austin. the company she worked for really pushed a work-from-home agenda, but, every quarter, they’d indulge in a conference in order to maintain good professional connections and ensure everything was running smoothly.

she was just slightly worried she’d be late, as she attempted to smooth down her blouse and skirt, struggling just slightly with the front of her heels not allowing perfect breathing room for her toes. she grabbed her purse as she stuffed an out-of-place clump of hair back into place. the light curls framing her face did a lot to add to the professional nature of her look, but one thing that would definitely not contribute to a professional first impression would be arriving late. she looks at the watch on her wrist as she exits her house, wincing as she tried to remember the direction towards the stop from where she’d have to catch her bus into the city.

from just a few meters away, joel’s placing his tools into the back of his truck, getting ready to head into the city for a job he and his brother had been called in on. he glances up when he hears the faint clack of heels on the pavement, and he nearly does a double take when he sees her.

sure, she’d been nice and dressed-up for that neighborhood barbecue, but nothing quite like this. he averted his gaze in a moment, remembering what tommy had told him the other day, but, when he sneaks another peek at her, he notices her confused impression.

“’re ya alright?” against his better judgment, he starts bridging the gap between them, calling her name, making her whip her head towards him.

she’s pretty sure she hasn’t spoken to him in, like, a month, so she can’t really look at his still-intense gaze, instead fidgeting with the strap of her purse.

“hmm? yeah, ‘ve just got this meeting to get to - honestly i’m running a bit late-” she can feel herself beginning to nervously ramble, so she cuts herself off.

“which direction are you heading in?” she finally looks up at him, shaking her head.

“into the city? i’m actually looking for the bus stop.” he gestures to his car.

“c’mon, i’ll give you a ride.” her mouth hangs open for a moment, shocked by the offer, before she shakes her head.

“no - joel, you don’t have to do that-”

“the buses come every 30 minutes, besides, i’m heading to the city anyways.” conflicted, she goes to disagree again, but decides not to. she allows him to accompany her to his pickup, and thanks him when he helps her into the passenger seat.

as he starts up the vehicle, she adjusts a little in her seat, suddenly feeling warm in the knowledge of her proximity with her neighbor.

“thanks, again, joel.” she mumbles, as he pulls out of his driveway.

“don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” she’s a little shocked by the reuse of the nickname, but doesn’t hate the feeling it reignites in her. joel, on the other hand, cringes at the slip of his tongue, reminding himself that this interaction was strictly in order to help his neighbor, and not the otherwise beautiful woman in his front seat, whose skirt he was trying very hard not to focus on, as he kept his eyes religiously on the road in front of him, “what’re ya all dressed up for?” he sniffs, an attempt at small talk as the danger of silence threatens to envelop the distinctly small space between them.

“oh - um, yeah. i’ve got this conference for work, and - well, have to look professional, y’know.” he hums in agreement, but his brow quirks.

“i thought ya work from home?” she glances over at him, confused as to how he’d known. though many things happened during that one evening together, she didn’t remember telling him that.

“yeah, i - the company has 4 conferences annually, to make sure everyone still remembers everyone, i guess.” his lips don the hint of a smile at the quasi-joke, “how’d - how did you know?” joel’s eyes trace over her expression for a half-moment, before returning to the road.

“i - sarah’s mentioned it.”

“oh, of course.” that silence creeps up on them once more, and it makes her swallow dryly, “um, nicky was telling me about this sleepover she’s got in the city,” she continues, “i assume sarah’s going, too?” joel nods, running a hand through his hair.

“yup - girl’s excited too. was shocked, she’s not the type to go to these things.” she smiles at the comment.

“nicky’s a bad influence.” she makes a joke, and he finally smiles, putting her at substantial ease.

“eh - ya make up for it.” he makes the comment lowly, and she wonders if she’s supposed to have heard it.

her breath stills, as she glances at his unemotive expression, as she wonders what the hell he means.

“wh - what?” joel’s eyes widen just slightly as he realizes the implication of his words.

“you’re - y’re a good influence, s’all i’m saying. with ‘er cookin’ now n’all.” his southern accent comes out heavily in his lightly flustered state, and she suppresses her laugh so as to not embarrass him further.

“right. she’s cooking for you too, now?” he nods.

“almost ev’ry night. damn good food, too.” she laughs at his aggressive praise for his daughter.

“i’m assuming nothing for friday, then?” he sighs, not really having thought about that.

“yeah, wonder how i’ll manage.”

her friday had started with a 4 hour call from 8 in the morning, fleshing out the plans for the upcoming quarter discussed briefly during her face-to-face conference.

after joel had dropped her off, he’d offered to pick her up as well, but she’d been insistent he not worry about it, citing he’d done more than enough for her already, and she’d instead taken a ride home with a coworker who, shockingly enough, lived in the same area as her.

she’d helped nicky set up her bag during the opening hour of her call, fixing her a hearty breakfast, and having over some money in the event of an emergency. she smiled at her young sister’s bubbly attitude over the prospect of her sleepover than night and, later, when she saw nicky meet up with sarah, she saw that same emotion plastered over the other young girl’s face.

her next few hours consisted of another two calls, a presentation for a meeting next week that she had to make, and maybe a grand total of a fuck ton of emails.

she had just the slightest hint of a moment of reprieve in the afternoon, so she spent a moment taking a breath of fresh air, stepping outside onto her porch. she glances to her right, almost instinctively, and she feels a distinct lack of surprise that his pickup wasn’t in the driveway. he really was out of the house a lot.

she remembered what he’d jokingly mumbled in his car when she’d mentioned sarah wouldn’t be home tonight: how would he manage? of course, she was sure he’d be just fine, but that didn’t stop her from feeling sympathetic at the, likely tired, man’s plight for what would likely just be leftovers of monotonous take-out.

knowing this, and knowing that she did technically owe him for the ride he’d given her, that night, she made a little extra for dinner, packing it up as she finished cleaning the kitchen before her own meal. she can see his car in his driveway now, just a little earlier than the long nights sarah would mention her father pull, and, with a steely resolve, she dons a sweater to combat the uncharacteristically cold night air.

after she’d knocked on the door, and was waiting for joel to answer, she wondered if this was a stupid idea. did it come as desperate? intrusive? assumptive? it wasn’t like they just did this, hell, they spoke for the first time in months just a few days ago. and since, it’d been realistically radio silent.

she tries to quell her racing mind. she was just being a friendly neighbor. it wasn’t like she was trying to get in his pants - again - right?

she’s snapped from her thoughts when he opens the door, donning just a solid grey shirt and sweatpants. she spends a half moment just blinking at his chest, before shaking herself out of it, smiling as she adjusted to look at him.

“hey - hey, joel. i never properly thanked you for the drive and i know sarah’s out so -” instead of fully explaining her presence, she opts instead to brandish the tupperware box with his assumed dinner, placing it into his slightly confused hands.

“i, you - ya didn’t have to do that.” his voice is a little hoarse, as if he hadn’t spoken in a few hours, and she looks away from him, suddenly embarrassed.

“i - i know, i just thought i’d -” she trails off, and he shakes his head.

“no - no, i really ‘preciate it. here, come in.” her eyes widened at his offer, assuming this to be a simple drop-off.

“oh - um-” she hesitates, “right, thanks.” she slides past his frame as he closes the door behind her.

she wonders why he’d be willing to let her in after placing so much distance in between them. he wonders why he’s opening himself up to temptation after trying so hard to avoid her.

they both come to the same conclusion: he’s just being a friendly neighbor.

he goes to set the dinner table for the both of them, placing the box on the kitchen counter, but, seeing the documents he’d haphazardly scattered on it this morning, he gestures to the couch.

“oh, shit,” she peers in to see if everything’s alright, and the lightly flustered look on his face makes her shakily exhale - though quietly. when he turns to her, she tries to smile, “uh - make yerself comfortable, ‘lright?” she nods as she resists the urge to peel off her sweater in the warmer house, knowing she wasn’t exactly wearing much under it.

she can hear the tinkering of plates in the kitchen, and she lets her eyes drift over the minimal but homely living room, the added decoration of a couple of sarah’s trophies on the mantelpiece being a sweet touch.

when he walked in with two plates, he was quick to tell her to turn something on, if she wished. she obliges, taking the plate he’d set for her, flicking through the channels until she found something, realistically, not remotely interesting. a few minutes into it, they eat in near silence.

“god, this is good.” he mumbles, not even attempting to praise her - moreso in observation. she laughs at the comment, looking back at him, as he attempts to fix himself up and properly appreciate her.

“thanks, joel.” they’re silent for another moment.

“ya didn’t have to do this f’r me, sweetheart.” he mentions, and she swallows.

he’s getting too comfortable with that nickname.

“i wanted to.” when she glances at him, he’s got the ghost of a smile in his expression.

sporadic conversation graced their meal, but the majority of it carried in silence. unknown to the other, both spent a long time stealing glances at the other, appreciating the way that the low light of the room accentuated their features.

finally, when she rose to place her plate away, she swiped his own empty one before he could tell her to sit down and act like an actual guest, taking them both to the sink. he follows her, the movie quickly abandoned as he places the rest of the food into his fridge.

she’s turned on the faucet as his back is turned to her, and he turns back to see her beginning to wash the few dishes in the sink.

“no - wait-” he goes to stop her but she brandishes a soapy hand to ward him off, laughing at his immediate recoil, “ya can’t-” he attempts to dissuade her from the action once again, but she’s not having it.

“joel - you’ve had a long day. it’s just one thing, isn’t it?” a silence falls over him, as he mulls over her words.

he’d not mentioned a thing about how long his day was - or how truly exhausted he felt on his way home. she just knew, and went the extra step of trying to make it that bit better for him. it’d been the same with the food she’d brought over: he’d not asked for it once, yet she felt compelled to do it simply through her caring nature. he thinks about how much she seems to care, and how upset he would feel to lose that, regardless of the taboo that their relationship would entail.

and he thinks about how much he missed caring about how she felt.

so, when she turned around, wiping her hands on the cloth beside her, she was shocked to feel the gentle tug of her body towards the kitchen counter, as joel’s warm hands grip her now lightly cold wrists. she’s shocked by the gesture, but even more shocked when she feels his hand on her cheeks, pulling her lips into his. it’s a languid motion, soft, and satisfying, as she allows the brush of her soft lips to graze the coarseness of his own.

she pulls away for a moment, if for nothing more than to breathe, and joel exhales, shaking his head.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart, i shouldn’t have-” she cuts him off by tipping her head forward, hungry to feel his lips against hers again. his beard tickles her chin, but she can barely pay it any mind, enraptured by the warmth of his body. she reciprocates the movement of his hands, pulling at his neck to press up more closely against him, as she felt his own gently holding and squeezing her waist. the cold of her hands sends a shiver up his spine, but the sensation does nothing to rival the jolts he gets when he feels her tongue graze against his own.

“fuck, joel. what’re we doing?” she mumbles it into the air above him as his head ducks into her neck, his chapped lips ghosting over the skin of her throat.

“m’sorry, sweetheart, le’me make you feel good?” it’s a question, but it doesn’t exactly wait for an answer as his teeth begin nipping the supple flesh of her barely exposed chest.

“i’ll - god, joel-” her breath’s just a little more labored now, and she’s itching for the wandering hands on her waist to meander their way further south.

knowing himself, he knows that there’s little chance he’ll have the patience to take her all the way upstairs, so, in just a moment of reprieve, he opts instead for the couch, not detaching himself from her form as he guided her there.

“c’mere, baby,” his voice is nothing over a whisper, but the licks of soft baritone grace it, making her immediately oblige, allowing him to pull her onto his spread legs over the couch cushions, the movie behind them providing a quiet ambiance, doing little to disguise the sounds of her soft gasps, and his rough exhales, as he eases her sweater off, pulling her chest into his fervent lips.

she can’t help the buck of her hips as his teeth pull as the supple skin of her chest and breasts, and she can feel his smile against her when he feels the grind of her hips over his. he can sense her desperation pique as he continues, so, taking hold of her back, he’s quick to set her down against the couch.

she’s a little shocked by the action, rising up on her elbows to see him beginning to unbutton her jeans.

“take these off for me, sweetheart,” it’s not a question anymore, and she finds her hands working faster than her brain can, sliding the fabric off her thighs and calves in one swift motion. he helps her the rest of the way, doing little to hide his fixation on her anticipating expression. when he’d finally removed the offending clothing, he looked down at her, taking her ankles in his hands and placing them over his shoulders. he doesn’t break eye contact, allowing her ragged breathing to be the only discernible noise to his ears as he lowered down towards her thighs.

she can feel the tension in muscles dissipate - though not entirely - when his lips finally make contact with her inner thigh, pulling her up by her hips just a bit to place her in a more favorable position to him. he kisses up the soft flesh of both her thighs, doing a immensely annoying job of teasing her just right.

“joel - joel, please.” she’s not ashamed to beg after the third time his lips choose to press against the corner of her panties, before swiftly switching to her other thigh.

“hmm? whad’ya want me to do sweetheart? wanna le’me taste this pretty pussy?” his casual tone is overshadowed by the nature of his words, and she feels her stomach churn at the direct statement. she can’t do much but nod, light ‘please, please - please!’s tumbling off her lips. it’s enough for him, though, finally obliging her as he pulls the fabric of her underwear to the side, letting a slight chill graze her exposed cunt, causing her to shiver.

when she feels his tongue lightly trace a circle over her clit, the tension of her muscles crash, making her let out a long, low, shaky exhale. it’s not a moment of reprieve, though, as his assault quickens, his tongue meandering over her slit with a passion - renewing that tension, though now in her core.

his pace switches between quick and languid at a moment’s notice, causing her body to be unable to release the tension in time, but to rather hold onto it for longer, staving off her orgasm with precision as his thumb pulls lightly at the apex of her cunt, putting pressure on - but not quite on - her clit as his tongue experimentally dipped in and around her dripping entrance.

he begins to speed up again, and it manifests in moans and whimpers spilling from her lips as she attempts to place a hand over her loud mouth, though, when he slows down for the umpteenth time, he heard a garbled sound fall from her instead.

“fuck - joel, please, don’t fucking tease!” her frustration had gotten the better of her, and it only increased when she felt him smile against her cunt.

“tell me what ya want, baby.” she swallows roughly, her thighs tensing just slightly against his head, before she lets out a shaky breath.

“please - please, let me cum.” for a moment, he doesn’t move, and she wants to scream at his lack of action, but that’s until she feels his clloused fingers against her thigh.

his mouth reattaches to her cunt, alternating between short, quick licks and sucking, as he eases two of his fingers into her, with little resistance. the added sensation against her walls makes her toes curl, her moans only growing louder.

her orgasm, already impending, suddenly feels as if it’s been increased tenfold by the drag of his fingers against a specific soft spot inside her, the movement of them in and out of her allowing them a way to find that spot each time. that, accompanied with his mouth’s renewed focus on her clit, makes her want to scream, and she does, as the tightened sensation in her stomach snaps, the tension building to her orgasm releasing with an aggressive sensitivity.

her moans are broken as he helps her through the feeling, continuing to slowly pump his fingers inside her, only stopping for a moment when he felt her thighs squeeze her with the might of a guinness strongman.

as she comes down from the sensation, she attempts to place her hands over her warm face, but he doesn’t let her, taking them off her to truly appreciate her flushed expression.

“good - good, really, really good-” she’s babbling quietly in an attempt to praise his effort, and it makes him laugh, rising up so that he can place a chaste kiss to her lips. she doesn’t allow it to be quick, though, allowing her mouth to indulge in the taste of herself, as opposed to continuing to mindlessly mumble. he groans at the action, not expecting her to be into it. pulling back to let her catch her breath, his lips flit over her neck, feeling her rapid heartbeat under the thin layer of skin, “joel, please - i-” she’s saying something, and it’s causing him to come back up to look at her.

though he can’t interpret it initially, when he feels the lazily roll of her hips against his again, he realizes what he wants, laughing lightly.

his laugh does little to quell her desire - instead, spurring it on, as her hands snake down his torso and towards the elastic of his sweatpants. he lets her hands work them down, pulling out his cock over the waistband of them, and gritting his teeth as her soft hand gently grips him.

“slow - fuck, slow down, there, baby-” she shakes her head adamantly.

“joel, fuck - i need you, now. right now.” she does little to disguise her thoughts, the small space between his cock and his cunt too much for her to think straight.

“’lright, sweetheart, ‘lrigt” he pulls his pants the rest of the way down, not removing her still, but exploratory hand, as, on her palm, rested his cock, her fingers grazing his inner thighs and balls. he props her up again, pulling her legs over his shoulders. though knowing she was definitely wet enough to accommodate him, it doesn’t stop her from spitting into her fingers, coating the tip of him in the makeshift lubricant, before adjusting so that he rested against her.

he tapped the tip of her cock over her clit, if for no reason other than to hear her squeak just one more time, before dragging himself down, and pushing in. she fights her urge to close her eyes at the sensation, wanting to really see him, but the feeling of it was almost too much, and she bit down on her tongue to keep quiet.

“don’t hide y’r sounds fro’me, sweetheart, let’t out, babygirl, let it out.” his accent’s thick in her ear as his hips meet her ass, and the soft order makes her mouth fall open, a low, quiet moan befalling her as she adjusted to the size of him. he practically filled every crevice inside her, the warmth of him enough to make her overheat as she tried not to focus on the increasingly sensitive feeling of his cock just lightly grazing against that one spot inside her.

“joel - move, god, i need you to move.” he doesn’t hesitate, pulling out slowly, the drag of his cock making her breath ragged. then, when he pushes back in, it’s just a bit harsher, owing to her squeaking.

“feel good, baby?” he mumbles it right into her ear as he thrusts in and out of her, his pace teetering between slow and aggressive, as if he were holding back.

“so - so good, joel, fuck, you make me feel so - good-!” she’s cut off when he readjusts and begins hitting another angle inside her, amplifying the feel of him significantly.

“that’s the spot, isn’t it, sweetheart? ya gonna be a good girl and scream for me?” he doesn’t even have to ask her, as her moans become unabashedly loud at the intensity of his new thrusts. the spur him to move just that bit faster, owing to her hands wildly grasping at his arms in an attempt to ground herself against the overwhelming sensation.

it doesn’t take long for that reignited tension in her core to beg for release.

“fuck, joel - i’m gonna cum, can i cum? please let me cum, please?” she’s begging him to keep going just like he is, and the honeyed pleas sound like the sweet music to his ear.

“that’s right, sweetheart, go ahead - cum all over me.” the approval pushes her over the edge, her legs shaking violently as her fingers dig into the muscle of his forearms. he want to slow down so as to not overstimulate her, but the feel of her pulsing walls wills him over the edge as well, pushing into her just a few more times, “whered’ya want me, baby?” he’s not sure if she’s able to answer him, but the lazy, gesturing hands towards her torso seem indication enough, as he pulls out of her, stroking himself to completion and spilling over the heaving skin of chest.

for a minute or two, they both catch their breath, before she feels him detach from her. she can hear his light footsteps into another room, and then the sound of a tap, before he reemerges with a damp towel. she’s sure she raises her hand to take it off him, but he ignores it, instead running the damp cloth over her himself. first, he cleans his own mess off of her chest, before lightly pressing at the flesh of her thighs and cunt, trying very hard not to stimulate her farther. the gentleness of his actions seems very joel miller-esque, she thinks, but not exactly akin to the man he’d been for the past few months.

she takes the towel when he’s done, returning the favor, before she speaks.

“didn’t think we’d do this again.” he winces at the implication of her words, stilling her movements as he pulls her cheeks to look up at him.

“i - i know, and i’m real sorry, sweetheart. ya know that, right?” she cups the hand against her face, smiling softly.

“of course i do. you think you’ll tell me why?” she wasn’t mad - just curious.

“i -” he trails off, before shaking his head, a humorless laugh escaping his lips, “why’d you think, baby? m’too old f’r ya.”

for a moment, she’s not sure she heard him right.

“what?”

“c’mon. you’re this gorgeous young woman - new to the neighborhood and everything. shouldn’t end up with someone like me. people’d talk.” she adjusts so that she’s closer to eye-level with him, taking both his hands.

“i don’t give a shit what other people say, joel - god, all anyone should care about is what i actually want.”

“but-” he goes to disagree, but she cuts him off with a soft kiss to his lips.

“i want you, joel miller. you’re the only person i want - i don’t give a shit about if you’re a little older, or my neighbor - anything like that.” he finally raises his eyes from the floor to look at her. the earnest expression on his face makes his resolve crumble, his contemplative expression morphing into a small smile.

“ya want to spend your nights me, then?” she rolls her eyes.

“and my mornings, afternoons and evenings.” the admission of them as so much more than just the fuck-buddy status that they currently have makes him grip her just a little tighter - a show of his affection, “really, our only problem is telling the girls.”

joel thinks about that upcoming challenge, wincing.

“that’s f’r t’morrow. tonight’s about you, sweetheart.”

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Fuck Yeah 1st birthday fic vote

I survived one year on this hellsite! 😉 It's been a wonderful almost 365 days in our little Pedro fandom - March 19 was the day I posted It Would Be, and what a ride it’s been since! Thank you friends, mutuals, readers, followers and everyone who makes it so much fun to create and to share with you guys ❤️

How about a ✨ fic vote ✨ to celebrate? It's been a while since we had one, and I've been very mean and teasing y'all with so many plot bunnies. Help me decide what to write next!

Since I have no plans to start a new series after I finish Palomino, these are all one- or two-shot ideas. I hope to get round to writing all of them at some point, but I will write them in the order of votes received. Fic summaries below the cut!

Young!Joel Miller x Baker!F!Reader | outbreak, what outbreak? | fluffy meet cute with a smutty second part | planned two-shot

Summary: What if Joel doesn't forget to buy himself a cake for his birthday? But by the time he remembers, all the bakeries in his neighbourhood are closed - except yours.

The first draft of this idea was Speed Dial, which was supposed to be a PWP, but as it turns out, I'm not great at PWPs... so how about a two-shot instead?

Javier Peña x Centra Spike Analyst F!Reader | accidental audio voyeurism | one-shot, might be more | sexual tension galore

Summary: It’s New Year’s Eve. You’re alone and transcribing a tape recording of an informant for Javier Peña, something you've done a hundred times before - except this time, you overhear something that is clearly not meant for your ears.

I've been stewing in this idea since before New Year's. Probably the most creative idea I've had so far, and will probably be difficult to write, but this fic haunts my dreams and I will have no peace until I sit down and write it.

Agent Whiskey x F!Reader | straight-up filth | planned two-shot

Summary: He's absolutely not your type. But hey, what happens in Glastonbury stays in Glastonbury - especially mistakes in the shape of a silver-tongued, smarmy American cowboy sporting a ridiculous belt buckle.

After going to a music festival last weekend, this is all I've been thinking about.

Joel Miller x F!Reader | self-conscious!Joel and shy!Reader | 👏🏻 body positivity 👏🏾 | planned one- or two-shot with potential to be more

Summary: Joel has a problem. Having settled into some semblance of a 'normal' life in Jackson that no longer involves running for his life and living off scraps, his clothes are getting a little… tight. Self-conscious, he deals with it the way he does most things - he ignores it.

That is until one day, the zipper on his jeans finally gives up after one too many desperate tugs, leaving him stuck. With neither Tommy nor Ellie anywhere to be found to get him out of the tight spot, Joel begrudgingly heads to the clothing store he’s seen in town for help - and a new pair of jeans.

There, he meets you.

Thank you everyone who has been so enthusiastic about this idea! It definitely has Grays vibes, but can you blame me for wanting to give this man reassurance? I’m also super excited to write a shy reader, which is a departure from my others ❤️

Frankie Morales x F!Reader | enemies to lovers | second chances | angst | planned two-shot

Summary: At the Summer House where you and the boys have always spent the last week of August, some traditions are held sacred. Above all, Frankie always brings a girlfriend, and you're always single.

You really should’ve known better than to tempt fate. The summer Frankie shows up alone and you bring a boyfriend is when it all falls apart. 

I am beyond excited about this one. I've teased the idea before - it's going to be so self-indulgent and will have all the tropes that I've wanted to write for. It's been a while since I've written angst, and damn this will be angsty!

Got any burning questions? My askbox is open as always! I'll leave this poll up for a week, excited to see what the results will be ❤️

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