#I knew you'd like that Benny boy

[princelancey]

#I knew you'd like that Benny boy #lance stroll #f1 #formula 1 #aston martin f1 #Brad joyce #I love Ben I truly adore him and his positivity and and support and how you can hear him care about lance #But the sassy exchanges between Lance and Brad are legendary #But is something else

[cute-sucker]

birthday boy

[30.3.2024]

note: haha once again this is so self indulgent, but i love it so much so like >>> (please let me know if y'all want a party 2) words: 2k warnings: mentions of drinking, swearing, angst :)

"hey! [name], come 'ere!" a voice yelled after you.

you were putting on your lipgloss, lips puckered and shiny. 

you knew exactly who it was, but you chugged your drink and then kept walking even as you heard the light footsteps of a teenage boy. you couldn't help but roll your eyes, infuriated at the only one and only rafe. 

"i'm not your lap dog, rafe!" you said through gritted teeth, as he reached you. finally, you turned and stopped to see rafe's arrogant face. 

he glanced at your face, his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick his lips. 

it was the bonfire at kildare. the one place where kooks and pogues went to party all night. of course rafe was here, and you were there to have fun and get loose and if he created some sort of problem for you, you'd sack him in the eye. maybe a blossoming blue bruise would look great on his 'perfectly,' simetral face. your brother had taught you to defend yourself in the summer, and you wondered what your nasty hook would do to hid face. 

"make it snappy," you said glaring at him. he looked unfazed, smirking. 

"as lovely as always, aren't you?" he flirted, leaning against the wall. the expensive watch on his wrist glinted in the light. 

"speak." 

finally, he gave up sighing dramatically, looking as if he was going to fess up. though he looked incredibly cocky. 

"come to my birthday party. it's on the 19th" he told you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. the nerve he had! 

you groaned, "no." 

surprise flashed across his face, and then something like challenge flickered in his eyes. 

"but i'm a very good boy," he pouted. 

"could you kindly fuck off?" then you turned around, strutting to your friends. you wanted to say you weren't blushing, as your heart stuttered violently at his voice. 

rafe would be the end of you. 

10 years ago. 

"rafe! where are you?" you called, your 8 year voice squeaking with fear. you felt frantic, your small thudding. rafe and you were inseparable, and in that same fashion you had made him a hand turkey and he hung in his cubby. 

that was true friendship. 

and now he was gone. 

"[name]?" a small voice called. it was rafe hiding near the bushes. 

you ran as fast as your tiny legs could carry you. rafe eyes were pink from crying, and you felt yourself tearing up, as your hands trembled. 

"rafe? what happened?" you asked gasping. he was crouching, his little hands red. 

now he peered up at you with watering eyes. 

"i fell." 

the red welts on his hands and knees bled so properly you cried out in fear. 

"c'mon let's go to ms. asha!" you yelled and held out your sticky hand. he took it, and the two of you hobbled away. 

when you reached your teacher, rafe told her all about your help. he smiled at you, as you found yourself blushing.

"a sticker for your bravery," ms. asha fussed, giving you and rafe two firefighter stickers. 

"did you save him?" benny asked you, her eyes wide with wonder. you pushed from the admiring tone and felt your heart swelter with pride. benny was so smart, and for her to be admiring you...that was everything a kid wanted. 

rafe nodded, rubbing his knee, a sweet smile on his face. 

"yeah," you whispered out, as you puffed out your chest. you were a hero. 

2 years ago. 

you were nervous. it was after 8 years that you were going to go to the same school as benny and rafe. after second grade, your parents took you to europe for your studies. only plans had changed and now here you were in america. 

in america, looking at kildare academy with it's daunting building and high standards. 

"she'll be in good hands," the principal chuckled. your parents smiled, and you wanted to go back tightly holding your mother's hand.

you winced, as your mother slowly unwrapped your fingers from hers. she kneeled to kiss you on the forehead. 

"you'll do great things here. i mean-" then she gave your father an adoring look, "it's where the two of us met." 

then your principal led them away, as your parents waved goodbye. 

here was your future just waiting to be taken. 

the day passed quickly, and it was all going well until english. you'd so far completed all the classes and ate lunch alone. everything was fine.

at least that's what you kept telling yourself. 

yes. oh yes, it was fine that benny had passed without a single glance, or the fact that no one remembered you at all. 

hell, a few girls did remember you though, and they gave you half-hearted hellos. some of the guys eyed you with recognition but the people who mattered...didn't remember you. 

but you still hoped that maybe rafe would remember you, but that was until you realised that rafe was right there, and instead of recognition in his eyes, he looked at you with scrutiny. he'd changed, and you were surprised to realise that he was handsome

his frame had filled out, no longer a wiry little boy, instead he towered over you. he loosely wore his tie, his shirt ticked and a smirk that stayed on his face. his hair was a dirty blonde adorned with golden highlights. 

class began and you stumbled into our seat. the teacher introduced herself, ms. wetherbell and then turned her eye on you. her hand was outstretched in your direction. 

"come here, dear." 

you sat up too quickly almost falling as you did so. you blushed and there was something inside of you that was glad for this call out. maybe now rafe would recognise you. 

"we have a new member joining our class, [name] [last name]." 

you waved awkwardly, painfully smiling. 

then you watched rafe scrunch up his nose, and mutter something under his breath. 

you didn't hear it, yet everyone in the class heard it and started laughing. 

they kept their mocking eyes on you, laughter echoing through the classroom, ms wetherbell caught up quickly enough. 

"what did you say mr. cameron?" she asked coldly, and he smiled innocently. you could feel tears prick your eyes, 

"nothing at all," he mustered sweetly. his eyes followed you again and it was only then he realised who you were.

but it was too late. 

present. 

you lay in your bed now, your silk pink night gown on. you never thought of those memories, ones that reminded all that you had lost with him. after that day he had tried to apologise to you, following you until you told him that none of it mattered. 

you didn't want to hear anything from rafe cameron and that's why you wouldn't give him any of the attention he so badly craved. 

just as you drifted off to sleep, settling your paperback back on your side table, a sudden noise woke you up. it was the sound of a pebble hitting your window. you peeked out the window to check. 

there he was in all of his glory. rafe kneeling on your roof, clearly intoxicated, his eyes full of excitement as he swayed.

"why are you here birthday boy? you hissed mockingly. but as you watched his sway fear pricked your heart. you knew he would fall and break his neck if you didn't pull him into your room. 

he sighed, eyes closed as you roughly guided him into your room.

 "i missed you," he slurred and leaned on you. you tried to calm yourself, and not scream at him. you didn't want your parents to know he was in your room. 

maybe they'd think he was having a secret relationship with you. at that they would be pleased but at night? your mother would kick both of your asses and really? no thanks. you would rather not be grounded. 

"you liar," you whispered out. then you inspected him to make sure he wasn't hurt. he noticed you eyeing you, and gave you a crooked smile. he was always in his element. 

"like what you see?" 

you rolled your eyes, your voice a gasp "you wish."  

it was only then did you realised that he had a busted lip. curious . . . even more curious first dipping drunk out of his party, and now it looked as if he had fought. 

"did you fight someone? where else are you hurt," you asked him slowly. as much as you disliked him you couldn't let him wander around hurt. 

he winked in a drowsy manner. "i won, sweetheart. and just the one here." 

then he lifted his shirt to show a yellowish-blue bruise. it looked so bad you hissed quietly. then you slowly approached him with your cream. 

you peered up at him, round eyes full of worry. 

"may i?" 

he nodded, swallowing deeply. 

you tried to apply the cream as gently as you could. 

he hissed quietly, "a little softer, sweetheart." 

you dropped your hand, realising what you were doing. god, damn it! you looked at him again. drunk rafe, shirtless in your room as you treated him. 

you were crazy! instead of breaking down, you took a deep breath and applied some bandage. 

"why are you here?" you asked coldly. he opened his eyes and you fell still. 

"i told you . . . i missed you." he pouted, and you shook your head ready to get up. goddamn it. just as you going to get up, and tell him to get the fuck out of your room, he stopped you. 

"please don't leave me," his voice cracking, "i'm so tired of everyone leaving me." his hold was tightened on your wrist. instead of inching away from him, your whole body melted into his embrace.

he could make you do anything for him. and yet right now you thought you hated him but you were pressed to his side as he nestled his head in your shoulder. 

"tell me why you left that party," you asked him again, and you felt him touch your hair. he played with it, and you could smell the wine all over him.

"i couldn't take it. i had to be with someone who always cared about me. someone who i-i didn't treat every well," he murmured and you felt yourself recoil only for him to grasp your chin to turn you around to face him.

he sighed, "i'm sorry." 

you watched his eyes flicker with vulnerability. someone every single time this boy sneaked past your defence and broke your hold on reality. 

you got up to walk into your bathroom. 

"i need to change," you muttered, picking stuff from your cabinet.

"please [name]." 

"what, rafe? what do you want from me? i always tried to be your friend, but you didn't want that. what am i supposed to do?" you whispered as you felt your hands tremble at your sides. 

rafe shuddered and then turned to look at you. his eyes were clearer than ever. 

"i like you." he slurred, "i'll treat you like a princess and i have the money," he stumbled after you. 

you felt like screaming. "i don't want that! and you know that." your voice cracked, as you felt your whole body shudder with sadness.

"trust me. please trust me, this will be good. you're so pretty and kind and i can't get enough," he whispered, his scraped hands reaching for you. 

you paced around the room. "stop it! stop it!" you said finally. 

"i can't stop thinking about you and you're the only person i want," he whispered harshly, holding your hand, begging for you to look into his eyes. 

you walked away from him. 

"get out of my room," you yelled, "get the hell out of my room, rafe." 

and as he walked out of that door, your heart begged him to stop. you felt yourself drop-down, tears soaking your nightgown. 

your heart broke into a million pieces when he walked out of that room. 

#rafe x you #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe outer banks #rafe imagine #angst #light fluff #fanfic #obx fic #childhood memories #rafe obx #rafe cameron prompt #outerbanks rafe #soft!rafe cameron #long reads #hurt/comfort #obx fanfiction #independent!reader

[touchtheinvisiblestars]

Imagine Pope telling Benny you've gone missing while on a stakeout

"Come on man, why all the cloak and dagger?" Benny jibed, "you're going to have to tell us why we're here anyway. Why did we have to follow some ridiculous instructions to get here."

"'cause we're all probably being watched, I couldn't risk anything else going wrong with this mission."

"What do you mean?" Frankie questioned. The atmosphere suddenly got very thick and uneasy.

"I um, so-" Santiago paused, unsure of how to start.

"Spit it out Pope." Tom jumped in.

"Okay, so you know I mentioned the set timings they brought people in, under the cover of night so they had more privacy?" the silence continued, "so with them knowing who I am. I needed to bring in a face they wouldn't bat an eyelid at..."

All four men wore heavy set expressions, cogs turning in their minds at where Santiago was going with this. Benny shared a look with his brother. Not liking where this was going.

"So I called in some help. Just know I didn't force this okay. I asked for a favour."

"Christ man. Spit it out." Will snapped. Not liking how sheepish Santiago was acting.

"It's Y/N. Okay she was doing some night recon for me and two days ago she went radio silent. And we had a strict agreement to check in once every 24 hours. So I knew she was okay." Santiago blurted out.

"Are you fucking kidding?" Benny asked, not sure how to take the news.

"I can't tell you how much I wish I was Ben. I'm sorry."

All five men had a soft spot for you. Having known you for a number of years. Friendships had developed across continents with them. They all cared about your safety as they did each other. Spending time both on the battlefield and at home. You'd even moved cities to be closer to the group. Since then spending a huge chunk of your time with the Miller brothers. Well. One to be particular. Benny and you had a different kind of relationship. One that had never progressed from the gooey eyed longing looks at one another from across the pool table. Among every other place you guys hung out. You supported him ringside at every match. Cheering him on and giving him the push to fight just that little bit harder. Earning you the title of good luck charm after Bennys fourth win in a row once you started coming along.

Saying that you had a special place with all of the guys. You were a constant with Frankies family. Supporting his wife while Frankie had his drug charges cleared up.

You even introduced Will to his fiancée.

Tom had listened to your advice on how he would be able to start repairing his relationship with his daughter. Resulting in them going on their first dad-daughter camping weekend.

Pope had always been a bit of an enigma with the group. But you too had a special place with him. You helped him hash out many a crazy idea. Toning them down when he got too into the idea of taking down huge conglomerates widely known to be untouchable.

"Fuck. Where was she last supposed to reach you?" Benny asked, leaning forward in his seat.

"She always called my phone from a payphone just outside the market. At two o'clock. But that last two days I've heard nothing."

"Where was she staying?"

"At a hotel on the outskirts of town, room 203. Self catering kind of deal."

"Right, Fish and Will. Go to that payphone and see if there's any sign there. I'm going to stay put see if she turns up here. Benny-"

"Go to the hotel. Got it."

The boys sprung into motion. Grabbing what they needed and heading for the truck they arrived in.

"Benny, I'll drop you off at the hotel." Santiago offered, earning a nod from Ben.

He followed closely behind Santiago. Still on the fence about whether he should give him an earful in the car of the way.

"She better be alright."

"I know. You're gonna kick my ass if she isn't."

"Damn right. But I know you didn't do this on purpose."

The ride was pretty quiet from then on. Both men itching to get to the hotel to confirm their hopes.

Benny couldn't help but scan everyone's face as they passed. Hoping she would just appear on a street corner unharmed.

Pulling up in the car park to the hotel. Benny was out the door even before Santiago could turn off the engine. Scanning the room numbers he headed for the stairs. Taking them two at a time, he followed the descending numbers. 213, 212, 211... Round the corner to the side of the block. He continued, 206, 205, 204... Pausing as he locked eyes on 203. Bracing himself for the worst he reached to twist the door handle, light pressure made the already opened door swing fully open.

Letting out a quiet whistle. Signalling to Santiago, Benny reached for the pistol he had stashed in the back of his trousers. With the curtains pulled the room was dim, when he didn't immediately spot you his guard remained on high alert. The room didn't look trashed. But it didn't exactly look neat and tidy. There was some semblance of disarray.

Benny recognised your belongings though. The notebook you always scribbled in. The snacks you never went anywhere without. He even recognised one of his boxing sweatshirts in the messy bed.

Relaxing his stance, Santiago took over scanning the rest of the room. Benny looked through the ripped up paperwork on the bed, seeing you'd made notes about the targets for him. Santi headed for the bathroom, to cover all bases.

"Benny get in here now!" Santiagos voice jolted Benny out of his thoughts.

Preparing himself to see something he didn't want to, he practically ran into the bathroom. Almost tripping over a crouching Santi. Who was hovering over your unconscious figure slumped in between the wall and the toilet bowl.

#benny miller x reader #benny miller imagine #benny miller #triple frontier imagine #triple frontier

[bennysmiller]

Sweet Nothing - Frankie Morales x Reader

You and the boys have a night in at Benny's place, and amongst the chaos during a movie night, you and Frankie manage to find some quiet.

"Beer?"

You look up from your place on the sofa to see Benny holding out a full bottle of beer.

Normally you'd accept, but alcohol made you sleepy and you had to keep your eyes open for the game of charades Santi had proposed to everyone five minutes earlier. You shook your head at Benny but offered a slight smile in return.

"You don't have to stay awake, doll. Always welcome to crash in my bed while we're all out here"

Benny knew. He always knew. But once again, you shook your head at his suggestion and promised him you were fine. But you weren't fine. You wanted nothing more to fall asleep in Benny's bed to the sound of your boys laughing in the front room. But you also wanted to be present. After their latest mission, you knew how important it was to spend as much time as possible together.

"Well, you know where it is if you need it." Said Benny, before moving on and offering the beer to his brother.

Ten minutes later, the game of charades had been abandoned and Santi decided to put a film on instead. You couldn't actually hear what was being said, because Benny and Santi were too busy arguing over what they thought was going to happen. Then Will joined in and you wished you had taken up Benny's offer to sleep instead.

You managed to get yourself up off of the sofa, and over to the kitchen for a glass of water. As you take sips, you can't help but stare at an equally tired Frankie. The way his curls poke out from under his cap, and the way his hand is resting underneath his shirt, just on his stomach. You began to wonder what it would feel like to put your hand there instead. Do it for him.

You mentally kicked yourself for thinking about Frankie like that. He'd been nothing but sweet and respectful to you since you had met. But every now and then, no matter how hard you tried to push them down, those thoughts would creep up.

"They're real fuckin stupid sometimes."

You looked up to see Frankie stood across from you with his hands on his hips. When did he get here? you thought to yourself. You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn't see him get up.

You straightened up and put the glass down on the counter before agreeing with the man in front of you.

"I love them to bits but you're absolutely right." you said, earning a sigh from Frankie.

"I'm an old man now, just want peaceful nights in where I don't have to listen to a running commentary on whatever film we're trying to watch." He said, before taking his cap off and running a hand through his hair.

I could give you those kind of nights.

Before you realised what you had just said in your head, you jumped at the sound of a bottle smashing in the front room. Frankie rolled his eyes and chucked his cap on the table next to him.

"Too damn loud." He said, and ran a hand over his patchy beard. "Hey, you ever get those Taylor Swift tickets you wanted?"

You were about to turn around, but paused when he brought Taylor Swift up. It was something you had mentioned to him ages ago. You were both sat in a diner after a similar night with the guys, and needed to escape. So you sat and talked. All night. About anything and everything. You mentioned wanting to get tickets but didn't spend too long on the topic, so you went red when you realised Frankie truly was listening to you ramble on about them.

"Yeah, I did." You spoke quietly, but inside you were screaming. For so many beautiful reasons.

"Can I confess something? The night you mentioned those tickets, I went home and played a few of her songs. She's good."

"Seriously? You like her?" You asked excitedly. You wanted to die at the dimple that made an appearance on Frankie's face when he smiled at your enthusiasm that had suddenly shown up.

"Yeah," He chuckled. "You mentioned you loved Sweet Nothing. That's my song right now. I really am too soft for all of it."

He looked proud as fuck for slipping that lyric into the conversation, and also for how he'd clearly been studying your favourite artist.

You thought of the lyric outside they're push and shoving, you're in the kitchen humming and realised that perfectly described your situation with Frankie. Pure chaos in the front room with Santi, Benny, and Will, but the kitchen? You and Frankie found five minutes of peace in the kitchen. It was your place. You made the rules that night.

#Frankie Morales x Reader #Frankie Morales #Frankie Catfish Morales #Triple Frontier #Triple Frontier x Reader #Santiago Garcia #Will Miller #Benny Miller #Pedro Pascal #Charlie Hunnam #Oscar Isaac #Garrett Hedlund #Taylor Swift #Midnights #Sweet Nothing

[romanarose]

Physical Touch with the Triple Frontier Boys

Triple Frontier Master List All fanfic masterlist

Thoughts on the TF boys expressing their love for you in Physical touch, and you returning it. Be sure to comment which love language you'd like to see next!

Acts of Service Word of Affirmation Quality Time

Warnings: PIV sex, nonsexual nudity, mentions of oral, (f and m receiving), chronic pain, brief reference to child abuse (bc I can't let the Millers off easy, can I)

Didn't want to make his too sexual bc physical touch isn't just about sex but like. Let's be honest here, am I wrong?

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Benny Miller

Don't let him fool you. Benny is a strong farm boy, ex-military, but he's not afraid of being things that may be perceived as feminine. He will take any opportunity to touch you, even in the most innocent ways. You had a long day, and Benny was more than happy to treat you right. Using ingredients in the fridge that google said made face and hair masks (Is there avocado on your face right now? Yes. Are entirely sure the egg in your hair is doing anything? No.) Benny gives you the first facial that didn't involve his dick in your face since college. He puts on a homemade hair mask in your hair, massaging it into your scalp tenderly, and even letting you put the remainder in his hair. In the shower he washes you, and impressively does not make a move o fuck you, simply taking care of you. Afterwards, you sit in front of the tv between Benny's legs as he brushes and braids your hair so that the shiny locks (the eggs did work!) are in nice waves in the morning.

*

Benny had a long day, walking in your house and immediately flopping on the couch as he said hello. You knew what he wanted, even if he wouldn't ask, feeling silly. Walking over to him, you ask if he wants you to lay with him and he nods. Carefully, you lay down on top of his sprawled-out body. As you watched ABC family you play with his messy blonde hair, full body weight on him and wondering how he could breathe, you felt his body relaxing.

"You know Benny, we can get you a weighted blanket"

"I like this better."

Santiago Garcia

Santiago Garcia can't keep his hands off you, the bedroom is no exception. Santi would partake in a myriad of positions, but his favorites were anything that he got the most contact with your skin. Doing doggy style, he never strayed far, his chest connecting with your back, or he'd pull you up flush against him to cup your breasts and kiss your neck. When he went down on you, Santiago's hands were always busy, roaming your body as if it was the first time being explored. This man cannot even sit back and enjoy a blowjob, his hands are always in your hair as he tells you how beautiful you are, touching your tits, or feeling himself in your throat.

*

Stubborn man. He will not ask for help if it's his only option. He'll beg you to give him a 5th orgasm, but he cannot admit when he's in pain. It's not just his knees. This man is middle aged, and just like you, he has pains. When you push Santi onto the couch, telling him to take off his jeans, a grin splits on his face. "Hold your horses, cowboy"

You pull out the container of magnesium lotion, and he looks even more excited. "Santi it's not lube!" You rub the lotion on his legs, tenderly and carefully taking care of his knees and calves, even going to far are to peel off his socks. Initially not a fan, insisting his feet are 'gross', you insist you don't mind (he is freshly showered, of course) and ask if it's okay to try it. He lets you, and find he really, really likes his feet massaged. The magnesium helps with the aches, and it's always nice to skin to skin.

Will Miller

His body was broad and sweaty and all-consuming over you, his back chest up against your back as he fucked into your center, deep as always. Every fucking inch of you was covered by him, protected. As he lay on top, full weight heavy and comforting, his arms were wrapped over yours, fingers intertwined, even his legs were pinning you to the mattress. He came inside you, warmth coating you on the inside as much as his skin did on the outside, he took a few moments to breath to relish feeling you so completely. "Baby, can we stay like this for a bit?" He asked, not wanting to be any further away than he was right now. As he laid on top of you, only pulling away slightly to put a blanket over the pair of you, all you can think of is how safe and cared for he makes you feel. You fall asleep like that, with him still inside you, as close as two people can possibly be.

*

Will isn't a talker. If he's bothered, or upset or sad, he's not going to tell you. But that's why your job is take care of him. He cares for you, you care for him. But you have to frame it as asking a favor, as needing him. So, bathtub full of water lavender oil and Epsom salt, (no candle bc strong smells hurt Will's head), an open door so the steam and heat doesn't trigger him, you lay in the warm water with Will's large body surrounding you. He had his arms wrapped around you, knees bent around you as metaphorical extra protection to some imagined threat. Will likes this. Will likes being there to comfort you, Will likes to be there to protect you. Will is a caretaker, a protector, first and foremost, just ask Ben. Who shielded Ben from their dads alcoholic rages? Who bandages him up after fights? Will. Will needs to be needed, and you are happy to allow him that.

Francisco Morales

A hand on your thigh, fingers interlaced as you walk, a grasp around your waist. It's protective, he knows how men at bars can be, but also a bit possessive, you know, how Frankie wants to touch you all the time. His mind constantly whirs with worst case scenarios... he doesn't want you getting hurt, or someone touching you without consent... but also... he likes knowing. He likes knowing that other men see you, but know they can't have you, wouldn't even try, not with the way you sit on his lap. You are all dolled up, showing so much skin that a lesser man would be nervous, or demand you change. But Frankie doesn't see it like that. First of all, he would never tell you what to do. Second of all, he couldn't even if he tried, but thirdly, the primal, animalistic party of his mind loved showing you off. Look at how good you looked, and only he got to put his hands on you (Well, and Ben as you swing danced to Come on Eileen but that's beside the point). Frankie pinches your ass as you lean over the bar ordering another drink. For good measure.

*

Later that evening, as the crowd fills in and the men get drunker, more obvious with their staring, even as you are surrounded by four ex-military men, you notice Frankie's touch more and more possessive around you. You excuse yourself to the bathroom, much to more Frankie's visible distress, and on your way back to put money in the jukebox. After a few other peoples songs came and went, Frankie immediately looks up from his drink, looking at Santi as "Siempre en mi Mente" by Juan Gabriel comes on, asking if he put it on, the only person Frankie assumed would even know Juan Gabriel. But you had paid attention to his Spotify as he cooked Sunday morning breakfast. Taking his large, rough hand, you pull Francisco to the dance floor. In the predominantly white small southern town, no one really knew the song, but a few couples were dancing, because really, who is resistant to Juan Gabriel? For the most part, however, the dance floor was nearly empty. This meant that as Frankie held you close, singing along to the words with his mouth hot against your ear, every men in the bar who had been eyeing you got to see his your hands on his as, signaling in no uncertain terms who you belonged to.

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[m00nlight-ramblings]

Like Real People Do: Chapter 3

Chapter 3 of "Like Real People Do"

Working a Saturday shift, Eddie and Dustin come to the rescue to help you leave work early...only after you've met potentially a new friend.

Read Chapter 2 here

Pairing: Eddie x female reader (named "Brooke" because I hate using Y/N, but will also be using "you" to make it reader-centric!)

Warnings: swearing, angst if you squint enough

Word Count: 2.11k

A/N: Graphic made by me. I do not give permission for my work (graphic and writing) to be shared without my permission. I have a taglist for this fic, let me know if you'd like to be added to it!

The weather had finally gave way to autumn, the citizens of Hawkins saying goodbye to their tank tops, and hello to their sweaters. The sun was shining on this crisp, autumn day, making you a little stir crazy while you worked your Saturday shift.

Huffing and wiping your brow, you pushed the shelving cart through the Non-Fiction section, feeling like you were missing out. It was a Saturday and the library was virtually empty, and as you watched a group of kids run past the windows, you frowned slightly, wishing you were anywhere but there.

Sure, you loved the library – you loved reading! – but now that your social life was taking a turn for the better in Hawkins (you had gone out a couple of times with Nancy Wheeler, and oddly enough, her younger brother and his crew…most importantly, Eddie), you wanted to go do fun things. For instance, you knew that Eddie and the rest of Hellfire were going to the mall that afternoon, and were later grabbing burgers at Benny’s.

Your mind wandered to Eddie as you grabbed a small stack of books to re-shelve. Thinking of how, in the past few weeks, you had fallen into a nice friendship with him, and how, if given the chance, you’d want to seriously suck face with him.

Not that you’d admit that out loud.

Butterflies appeared in your stomach as you couldn’t help but smile, thinking back at the last time you had hung out with Eddie – after a Hellfire Club meeting, you met him in the parking lot to grab late night sodas at the local convenience store. Somehow, he made sitting in a dimly lit parking lot until 1 AM excessively fun, especially when he kept leaning into you every time he laughed.

Sigh.

His hair was extra curly that night, the summer humidity hanging on for dear life fluffing it up a bit. You noticed he smelled really good too, which, was how he smelled all the time…but it was still really good, and sill worth noticing.

“Uh…excuse me?” Some said from behind, snapping you out of your daydream. You jumped a little and turned around, facing a boy around your age, waving his hand awkwardly. When he finally got your attention, he smiled, “Hi. I’ve been trying to ask for help for a bit now…I hope you’re not in the middle of something?”

You blushed, embarrassed, “Oh god, no. I’m sorry. My brain is…somewhere else.”

He waved his hand as if to say “no big deal”, “It’s Saturday. Your brain isn’t supposed to be working that hard today, anyway.”

You laughed and nodded, “What can I help you with?”

“Well, I’m doing a report on Napoleon for school, and I was wondering if you could help me find some stuff on him?”

“Oh…well, you’re in the right section, and it’s alphabetical, so you can start at the N’s…but unfortunately, I’m not a librarian, so I can’t help you find exactly what you’re looking for…I just put stuff back on the shelves,” You gestured to the pile of books you were holding in your arms, “Eventually. I do put them back on the shelves…eventually.”

The boy nodded and stalled a moment, looking down at your outfit. “Do I…know you? Do you go to Hawkins High?”

You nodded, “I do. I transferred this year. I’m Brooke.”

“Michael. Nice to meet you.” He extended his hand to shake it, but suddenly took his hand back, “Actually…let’s not. Because of the books…” He blushed a little, “I don’t want you to drop them.”

You smiled and waved your elbow as a greeting, “Nice to meet you,” Awkwardly, you transferred weight on your feet, “Well…I better get back to this…the librarian is over in the corner over there if you have questions.” You nodded towards the librarian, who may or may not have been currently sleeping.

Michael gave a little wave, “Yeah, sure. Thanks…it was nice to meet you.” He turned and walked a few steps away, but turned to look back at you. Giving you one last smile, he disappeared around the corner.

Huh. He was nice.

Suddenly, there was a giant crash near the front of the small library. You craned your neck and saw the front display of books on the floor, the books scattered in every direction. You followed the two pair of sneakers standing in front of the (now broken) display, and unsurprisingly, you found Eddie and Dustin. Sheepishly, they waved.

You rolled your eyes and put the book stack down, marching towards them, “What are you guys doing here?” You asked, your voice a hoarse whisper. You snuck a glance at the librarian at the front desk who was wide awake now.

“We’re here to bail you out!” Eddie said proudly, crossing his arms. You smiled at him.

“…you’re what?”

“We’re here to bail you out!” Dustin echoed, shouting excitedly. The librarian stood and put a finger to her lips.

Shh!

“No, I get that, but,” You ushered them over to a corner, trying to not get in trouble, “Why?”

“Because you shouldn’t be cooped up at work on such a beautiful day.” Eddie said, almost in a “duh!” fashion.

“Okay…and how are you going to bail me out?” You asked, incredulously.

Suddenly, Eddie grabbed your arm and dragged you over to the librarian’s desk, Dustin in tow.

“Ma’am!” Eddie said, suddenly acting nervously, “I am this young lady’s brother and I just found out that she is really sick…our doctor just called our house. He told us she shouldn’t be out, so our mom just asked me to take her home.”

“SHE’S CONTAGIOUS!” Dustin wailed dramatically, earning another “Shh!” from the librarian.

“You guys!” You hissed, embarrassed. You could feel the deep blush rising in your cheeks.

The librarian looked at them, then at you, and then at the clock. It read 2:30. Slowly, she looked back at you and sighed heavily.

“You’re lucky you only have a half hour left of your shift,” The librarian said, monotone. She waved her hand in the air, “Go…enjoy the beautiful day. I mean…enjoy your…” She looked over her glasses at Eddie, “Quarantine from your contagious illness.”

Dustin pumped his fist in the air and Eddie smiled, snagging your arm and taking you outside. “I can’t believe that worked.” He said, laughing as soon as he got outside.

“I can’t either…but you canNOT do that again, you guys! I could’ve gotten in trouble!”

“With that dinosaur? She’s so old she’s not going to remember this in like, five minutes.” Dustin said. He shoved his hands in his pockets, “So, Benny’s?”

“To Benny’s!” Eddie said, looping his arm in yours and leading you to his van. You giggled and followed suit, happy to be enjoying the day.

-*-

With your milkshakes to go, you and Eddie were the only two left after everyone had gone home. Currently, you were sitting in the back of his van, the doors open, watching the sun go down outside of the empty field next to Benny’s.

“Cookies and cream was the way to go.” Eddie said, slurping up some of his milkshake, speaking with his mouth open. You shook your head.

“You can’t go wrong with chocolate, Eddie. Any other flavor is just…not right.”

“Chocolate is so boring!”

“Chocolate is a classic!”

“I refuse to argue this bogus point,” Eddie said, putting his hand up in your face, “Quite frankly because there is no argument…I am right.”

You huffed, giggling and crossing your arms. You swung your legs and sipped your milkshake, falling in a comfortable silence with Eddie.

“So…who were you talking to?” Eddie asked randomly. Confused, you shot him a look.

“Huh?”

“When Dustin and I got to the library today, you were talking to…some guy. Who was it?” He nonchalantly sipped his milkshake, staring off at the sunset.

You furrowed your brow, “Oh…his name is Michael? He’s doing a project for school and needed help finding books. Apparently, he goes to our school but…I’ve never seen him,” You shrugged, following Eddie’s gaze.

He paused for a moment, “Oh. Michael Cardin? I think he’s in my study hall…” He nodded slowly, “Cool.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

You softly punched Eddie’s arm, “Why did you want to know?”

“I dunno,” Eddie said, lifting the straw out of the milkshake cup over and over again, “Just wanted to make sure he wasn’t like…bothering you…or something…” He grumbled.

You could feel your ears turning a bit pink – what was with Eddie wondering that? “Aw, Eddie…are you looking out for me?”

“I just know what people in this town can be like, especially with new kids, so I wanted to make sure he wasn’t giving you shit!” He smiled and chuckled, “Sue me!”

“That’s very nice,” You murmured, looking at him. He met your eyes and smiled, a drawn-out moment between the two of you. You got lost into his eyes before he cleared his throat uncomfortably, running a hand through his hair, “But I wouldn’t be able to sue you for like, anything. I’m the one who had to buy these milkshakes, if you’ve forgotten already.” You joked, trying to ease the tension.

“I told you, when I’m a rich and famous rockstar, I’ll buy you all the milkshakes you want.” He countered, nudging you with his elbow.

“Nah…when you’re a rich and famous rockstar, you’ll forget all about me. You’re gonna have like, 80 million chicks surrounding you, with bleach blonde hair and fancy makeup and tits out to here,” You held your hands far out on your chest, like you were holding beach balls. “That’s who you’re going to be buying milkshakes for.”

“First of all, those kinds of chicks probably don’t want milkshakes, they’ll probably want tequila,” He started, poking your shoulder, “And secondly…what makes you think that I’d ever forget you?”

You turned and looked at Eddie, his brown eyes seemingly boring into your skull. Your breath hitched in your throat as you searched his eyes, trying to find what he meant by that. He was leaning close to you, completely still. Uncomfortably, you shrugged.

“I don’t know…because I’m forgettable?” You mumbled.

“Okay, you must not be as smart as I thought you were because that is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s true!” You said, throwing your hands up in the air, “I didn’t have a lot of friends back home! And let’s just say I didn’t have a line of boys waiting to take me on dates, either…” You sighed, “I mean, I don’t think I should be putting a brown paper bag over my head, but-”

“Yeah, well, you don’t need a line of boys waiting for you to take you on a date, just as long as you have the right one.” Eddie said, sucking out some more of his milkshake.

You eyed him and pressed your lips together, your heart starting to beat like crazy in your chest.

“Well…I don’t even have one yet, so…” You tried, quietly. Eddie snorted, putting his milkshake down.

“Well, that Michael guy seemed to have those goo-goo-ga-ga eyes after you guys talked today, so…” His voice tapered off.

You frowned, looking away in disappointment. You didn’t know why you thought maybe Eddie would give you an admittance of a crush, but hearing him try to go the Michael route was a bit crushing.

“Yeah…” You mumbled, sighing lightly and leaning against the edge of the van. You could hear kids playing off in the distance, the sun almost fully set now. Maybe you had read the situation with Eddie wrong? You thought he wouldn’t have been hanging out with you unless there was some sort of feelings there, but he was just given an easy in, and didn’t take it.

You felt lame.

“Are you getting cold? I can drive you home.” He offered, tossing his cup into a garbage can in the parking lot. It went in first try and he pretended to be a crowd roaring, throwing his hands up in the air. You felt sad, but also silly now that he was doing that.

He didn’t seem to even notice what was going on, and now he wanted to drive you home. Great.

You nodded, hopping out the back of the van. Making your way to the passenger seat, you finally spoke, “Yeah, I can go home.”

Eddie didn’t say anything, but got into the driver’s seat after closing the back doors to his van. He looked at you for a bit, and when you turned your head to meet his eyes, he immediately looked out the front window, starting the car.

He drove you home in silence.

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Oops Baby - Frankie's Girl

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Summary: Being best friends with Frankie meant movie nights, drinks with the guys and a shoulder to cry on when you got your hear broken. He is head over heels for you but you don’t feel the same… yet a drunken mistake will tie your lives together forever!

Relationships: Frankie Morales x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3 I choose to give none. Read at own risk. 18+

Series Masterlist - Part 1, Part 2

You hated their happiness. 

You hated watching as the two of them seemed to fall madly in love with each other. All the while your realisation that you had, indeed, developed feelings for your best friend had kept you up at night. Your heart seemed to ache. Permanently. You had lost count of the number of nights you had cried yourself to sleep. 

So you distracted yourself in whatever ways you could. At almost seven months pregnant you were struggling more and more with day-to-day tasks. But with Frankie often distracted by his new girlfriend and Benny busy training for his upcoming fights. You often found yourself struggling on. You didn't want to be a bother to Will. He had enough on his plate so you did what you could. 

Ben took on the role of best friend as the weeks went by. Frankie did what he could. The nursery was almost finished. The furniture was built and the painting was done. All that was left to do was start unpacking the clothes and toys you'd been given at the shower Frank had thrown a few weeks after you'd learned you were having a girl. 

Ben was busy putting up some artwork you'd bought when you'd carried in two refreshing glasses of lemonade. Placing the beverages down, you rubbed your side, wincing at the stitch-like pain you'd been suffering all morning. 

"Everything okay?" Ben asked upon noticing your obvious discomfort. 

"Yeah... Just got a stitch or something." You groaned "Joys of carrying life inside of you." 

"You should go see a doctor." Said Ben as he hopped down from the stool he had been using a moment ago and helped you sit "Could be something else." 

"Ben, I'm fine." You grumbled but you didn't stop him from helping you to the seat Frank had ended up purchasing.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't a little concerned that this was something more sinister. The pain had been getting gradually worse over the course of the day. What had started as mild discomfort had started to take on a stabbing-like sensation. 

"Have you called Frank?" Ben asked and you shook your head.

"No." You panted as you tried to breathe through it "He's busy with Mary and I didn't want to worry him." 

"You're pregnant Titch!" Ben exclaimed, "You know he'll drop anything if you need him." 

"I know." You grumbled "But I don't want him to - AH - I don't want him to think I'm - Ahhh Ben it really hurts." 

"Right!" He piped up as he helped you to your feet "We're going to the hospital and I am going to call Fish on the way." 

...

Frankie watched as Mary puttered around the kitchen. He loved to watch her cook. It was something she was passionate about and the fact that she was excellent at it made it easy for him to let her spoil him. 

Lately, however, he felt his retched heart failure getting the better of him. He felt weak all the time. Very little energy to do anything more than sit on the couch with her each night. She didn't seem to mind the fact that he didn't feel up to sex all that much anymore. 

Despite Mary telling him he wasn't. He knew he'd put on weight. His soft stomach looked rounder. He'd put it down to how well she fed him. She was careful to make foods she knew wouldn't affect his condition. Something that he deeply appreciated. But boy did he miss steak. 

His phone ringing pulled him out of his thoughts and glancing down at it, Ben's face flashed on its screen. 

"Who is it, babe?" Mary asked as she looked up and smiled at him sweetly. 

"Just Ben." He replied, pushing himself to his feet. 

"You should answer it." She said softly "Could be important." 

"It's Ben." Frankie chuckled "Likely wants to boast about the latest bird he's pulled." 

"You sure?" 

"You told me you wanted me to be more focused on us when we're together." Frank replied as he cupped her cheek "I promised you I'd do that... Ben can wait." He finished as he put his phone on silent. 

...

"Goddamit Fish." Ben growled as his third attempt to reach the pilot went unanswered. 

"He's probably busy." You sighed as you gripped Ben's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. 

"Yeah well, he's about to become a father." Ben snapped "He shouldn't be ignoring his fucking phone." 

"Ben, you need to calm down." 

"Calm down?" He panted "You're suffering from stomach pain and your 7 months pregnant!" 

"Ben-"

"What if something's seriously wrong?" He shrieked "What if you-" 

"Don't finish that sentence." You warned and he sighed "I'm sure it's just because I've been overdoing it." 

"Titch..." Ben trailed off and you gave his hand another gentle squeeze. 

"We'll be fine

...

Frankie was pounding on your door. After dinner, he'd snuck a look at his phone and had seen the multitude of missed calls and texts from Ben. He didn't wait to be invited in when The younger Miller brother opened the door. 

"Where is she?" He asked as he pushed past his friend, eyes scanning your lounge. 

"She's in bed." Ben grumbled "Nice of you to show." 

"Ben!" Frankie warned but the younger Miller was having none of it.

"No, you don't get to talk to me like that Fish." He growled "She could have lost the baby whilst you were busy fucking Mary." 

"I wasn't-" 

"Doesn't matter what the fuck you were doing." Ben snapped "You can't go ignoring your phone when you're two months away from becoming a father. 

"I want to see her." 

"She's sleeping." 

"Please." Frank pleaded "I fucked up okay! I should have answered." 

"You're right." Benny growled but his features softened when he saw how wrecked the pilot then looked "She and the baby are gonna be fine. Just need to take it easy." 

Frankie nodded before allowing Ben to lead him to your room. You looked comfortable where you lay. Hand resting on your prominent bump as you smiled up at Ben as he appeared through the door. Your expression changed when Frank followed behind him. 

"Look who I tracked down." He chuckled as he stood aside so Frankie could make his way to your side "I'll leave you two to it." 

"Titch I'm-"

"It's fine Frankie." You interrupted "I know you were busy with Mary." 

"It's not okay." The man sobbed as he rested his hand on your belly "If something had happened to you both I'd never have forgiven myself." 

"Nothing did happen." You sighed as you gave him a weak smile. 

"Titch... You've got Pre-eclampsia." Your eyes dropped at the mention of the condition "From now on. You and the baby are my priority!" he stated matter of factly "I haven't been here for you and I should have been." 

"Frankie..."

"Don't argue with me Titch." He sighed "Please. I need to do this." 

You could only nod. Giving him a weak smile as you let your exhaustion take hold. 

You took things easy as the doctor had instructed. Ben and Frank wouldn't allow you to lift a finger. The two men waiting on you hand and foot as your pregnancy moved into its final month. You appreciated the help too. 

You struggled to get around most days. Your ankles were swollen and your back ached. You were miserable. But the boys made sure you were well taken care of. 

Things in Frank's personal life however had become strained. He was desperately trying to juggle his time between you and Mary. She had been understanding of your situation. Always making sure that he was fed and well-rested when he came home to her. The situation was taking its toll on him. His health took an obvious nosedive as the weeks went by. Mary found herself wrestling with her understanding that you were about to become parents and her concern for how your condition was affecting him. Yet she kept her mouth shut for Frankie's sake. 

"How are you feeling?" Ben asked as he passed Frankie the wrench the man required. 

"Been better but comes with the territory when you got heart failure." Frankie chortled.

"I meant about the baby." Ben said as his brows drew together "Only a few weeks to go and all." 

"Oh, right." Frankie replied, not lifting his head from under the bonnet of Ben's truck "Yeah, excited." He then stated as he stood to face the younger man "Can't believe I'm gonna have a daughter." He chuckled. 

"Everything okay?" Ben asked, his concern obvious "You been feeling okay?" 

"Just tired." Frankie said as he shrugged his shoulders "Meds might need tweakin'." 

Ben nodded, smiling when Frankie handed him the wrench back and asked for a different tool. The bonnet slamming shut made Benny jump and turn on his heels to see his friend sprawled on the ground. 

"Fish?" Benny called out as he dropped to his knees, frantically searching for a pulse "FISH?" He all but yelled when he found none. 

"HELP!" He yelled as he started compressions "MARY!" 

His calls were answered by a sob as Mary sprinted outside to see the blonde working on her lover. 

"What happened?" She sobbed and Ben just shook his head. 

"Call an ambulance!" He ordered and she nodded, wasting no time pulling out her cell phone and dialling for help. 

She was then at Frankie's side, holding his hand as she pleaded for him to come back to her. 

"Please don't do this to me, baby." She all but screamed as her fat tears streamed down her cheeks "Frankie... please!" 

The sound of sirens filled the air and in the blink of an eye, she and Ben were being pulled to one side as the EMTs took over. 

"No pulse." One stated as another strapped a mask over the pilot's mouth. 

Then his shirt was being cut away and two paddles were placed on his chest. The medics then shocking him until finally, his heart beat again. 

...

You rushed through the halls as your eyes frantically searched each sign for your destination. Then, just as you started to think you’d been sent the wrong way, you saw the dreaded words you were looking for. 

Cardiac Care Unit - CCU

When you’d receive the call from Ben to say Frank was here you’d almost fainted. His statement still echoed in your head as you rushed through the doors, eyes scanning for anyone that looked familiar. 

“Fish’s had a cardiac event.” 

What did that even mean? Had he had a heart attack? 

Was his condition getting worse? 

Finally, your eyes landed on Benny and you choked on a sob as you sprinted to him, hands cradling your small bump. 

“How is he?”

“Stable.” Ben replied, eyes brimming with unshed tears “His heart just fucking stopped.” Ben choked "One minute we were checking on something with my truck and the next he was on the ground..." 

"Benny..." You trailed off as you held him.

"He said he'd been feeling a little off lately but I didn't think-" 

"This is not your fault Ben." You stopped him in his tracks "Frank's heart's not been good for a while. But he's going to get the best care and he's going to be fine." 

Ben nodded. Knocking a few of those tears in his eyes loose before pulling you close again, gasping when he felt a kick against his stomach. 

"Did she?-"

"She's obviously saying hello to her uncle Ben." You chuckled as you smiled up at him. 

"Hey, lil' Titch." He said sweetly as he placed his hand over your bump, grinning when he was greeted by another kick. 

“What’s she doing here?” Piped up a new voice and your eyes drifted to Mary who was standing, glowering at you. 

“She is his friend.” You growled at her, feeling your blood boil at her eye roll. 

“She’s also carrying his child.” Ben growled out “She deserves to be here.” 

“If she's such a good friend, she would've noticed how sick he's been lately." Mary growled and your stomach dropped. 

"He has?" You all be whispered, eyes drifting to Ben whose head hung low "Why didn't anyone tell me?" 

"It shouldn't be everyone else's responsibility to tell you when someone's health is shit." She growled and Ben had had enough.

"Back off Mary." He growled out, his eyes dark as he glared at her "She's had her own shit going on and you know that."

She all but scoffed. 

"He wouldn't be here if she noticed he was struggling." She snapped and you sobbed, clutching your bump as your eyes flitted between you her and Ben. 

She was right. You hadn't noticed that Frankie's health had been declining and you hated yourself for that. You'd been so caught up in your own situation to see that Frankie, the father of the life inside of you, was suffering himself. 

"I'm so sorry." You choked as you looked at Mary with a wrecked expression. 

"Yeah well, you can tell that to him." She growls "If he lives." 

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pairing | Benny Miller x female!reader [Grace Stratford]summary | you somehow end up pretending to be Benny's girlfriend for two whole weeks. is your heart going to survive that? probably not. warnings | making out? not sure that counts as a warning. curse words. benny miller is a warning himself word count | 1,5k author's note | this part is entirely dedicated to @murphys-guidelines bc i really loved the words they said <3 also, thank you for 400 followers!!! things are slowly (finally) starting to get steamy!! i don't know why, but i've started to imagine Grace as Andy Herrera on Station 19 season 5 (curly, dark-red hair), if anyone'd like a visual. as always, english isn't my first language and this wasn't proofread. enjoy! part two | masterlist | main masterlist

The moment Benny left the room, Maddie flooded you with questions that you replied as best as you could. To be honest, you didn't have that many answers for yourself, either. After you finally managed to dodge her inquiry of what conversation he was talking about—you loved her like a sister, but you weren't ready to divulge certain details yet—, you both enjoyed the rest of the day by the pool with the rest of the girls while the boys went fishing.

The whole time you were there, either laying on the chair or going for a swim, you felt Sam's eyes on you, glaring. A smirk played on your lips, even though it was just for show. If she was already jealous, Benny would need only snap his fingers once and she'd crawl back to him. That thought alone made you want to gag. Shit, you didn't want them to get back together, and you wanted to kick yourself in the gut for even suggesting it in the first place. You had to remember yourself he wasn't yours—he was just pretending to be.

So you made your best not to think about him the whole day, forcing your mind to think about anything else, even about take-off procedures. But you failed. Just when you thought you won, he came back to plague your thoughts—even during your shower, which you had to switch to the coldest temperature when you started to imagine him, shirtless, his golden chest glistening with sweat. 

Evening had already set when the boys finally got back, bringing the so eagerly waited fish for dinner. You didn't know shit about fishing, so you had no idea which kind of fish it was, happily waiting for dinner. And the moment you set eyes on Benny, shit. He was looking exactly like you pictured him, his chest glowing and slick with sweat from the activities of the day. He caught your eye from throughout the room and winked at you, smirking, and you felt your cheeks heating up and looked away—but then you remembered as far as everyone was concerned, he was your boyfriend. No one would find it weird. So you decided you were going to enjoy this perk of being Benny's girlfriend and downright ogled him whenever you could. Who knew when you'd have the same opportunity again, right? So, as he worked in the kitchen with the boys, doing only god knows what, you sipped your beer and enjoyed the show of his arms, his abs, his neck, everything. You could feel your fingers itching— you wanted so desperately to get your hands on him. Unfortunately, your show was cut short when he said he was taking a shower. The moment you saw him taking a step towards you, smirk still in his face, you backed away.

“I swear to God you'll lose your balls if you touch me all sweaty like this,” you wasted no time in telling him.

He rolled his eyes. “Dramatic.”

You thought you were clear, but the moment you tried to make your way past him, he grabbed you by the waist and planted some very wet kisses all over your face, his chest glued to yours, until you pushed him away, squeaking.

“You’re so dead!”

He only laughed as he vanished, escaping from your grasp. You couldn't deny that, even though he left you all stinky, there was a smile on your lips that only got bigger when you saw that your ex was watching intently. 

“Stratford!” Luke called out. “Wanna play some cards?”

“You mean, do I wanna kick everyone's ass? Hell yeah,” you replied, tossing your empty beer in the trash bin and grabbing another from the fridge, making your way towards the living room where they were all headed.

After winning four rounds in a row, they were all eager to get rid of you at the game table. You faked a yawn.

“I'm tired of winning,” you said, making them boo, and you laughed.

Even though you weren't that close with that many people, you were having a great time. Everyone was really nice, good to talk to, and you had no problem striking a conversation with anyone—that was, anyone that wasn't Sam, your ex and his new girlfriend.

Maddie started to play in your spot, so you sat on the couch quietly watching.

“Heard you're in the family now,” Will said, slipping in next to you. There was a suspicious smirk on his lips. “Finally.”

What? You raised an eyebrow, about to ask him what the fuck he meant with that, but then Benny showed up and all thoughts ceased to exist in your head. You smelled his addictive cologne before you felt his giant arms wrapping around your body, tugging you closer until your back hit his chest, making you sit between his open legs. His right hand stood at your sides, lightly grazing your thigh, while his left hand started to slowly creep its way upward your body and you felt your breath hitch. You weren't sure you could even speak, could even string two coherent sentences together. And then, to make matters even worse, his lips made contact with the skin on your neck while his hand gently pushed your hair out of the way.

“Benny,” you managed to croak out, your voice a thin whisper, “what are you doing?”

“Practicing.”

And that was it. You were putty in his hands. His hands that were doing an excellent work of massaging your skin, tracing circles on your shoulder and on your thigh, the sensations so good that, combined with the way he was kissing and nibbling at your neck, made the entire room fade away and made you want to moan out loud. His big, strong hands that you knew just how well they could take you apart, piece by piece, and then put you back together again. His touch on your thigh turned a bit more stronger as he sucked on your pulse point, and you automatically leaned to give him more access. You felt his chuckle against your skin, his warm breath and his cologne enveloping you in a cozy embrace, and you closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of him on you and drawing out all the sounds around.

It was so, so good. So good to the point that it almost felt real.

That thought made your eyes pop open, awareness seeping into you like a bucket of cold water being thrown at your head that you were on a couch, in a room filled with friends, and all this, whatever it was that was happening, was a farce. It wasn't real. Nothing about it was. 

But then it was as if someone had tapped on your shoulder. It wasn't real. That was exactly the point. You both knew it wasn't real, so why the fuck couldn't you enjoy this hellhole you'd put yourself in? You hated yourself. That seemed the only logical, possible explanation as to why on earth you would willingly subject yourself to this, to the worst possible kind of torture. What a way to kill yourself.

Grace Stratford, cause of death: heart gave out because her fake boyfriend was too hot to handle. Among other things, like, a) he gave excellent kisses, b) very skilled fingers (and tongue), etc.

You forced yourself to relax against his chest so he wouldn't realize just how much your thoughts were spiraling, and you felt his arms wrap themselves even more tight around you. Being honest to God, it was funny. It was as if you were out of your own body and could see inside your head, could see the gears working at full speed and the thoughts piling one on top of another, and then derailing like a runaway train. It also felt as if you had a tiny angel and a tiny devil sitting at each of your shoulders, both feeding you conflicting thoughts. Honestly, you didn't have a clue what to do. Proper girlfriends enjoyed their boyfriend's PDAs, but there was nothing proper about you, about Benny, or about this fake relationship. There was nothing proper on what you felt for him, either.

Fuck. Yep, you definitely hated yourself.

You wanted to laugh. Just earlier you’d decided to enjoy the perks of being his fake girlfriend, enjoying the opportunity to ogle him. But now, when it got a little too real…

You had to make a choice. To let go, enjoy and make the most of this hellhole-situation, or not. You knew the price would be heavy on your heart, and you still weren't so sure that you wanted to pay it. And you didn't want to decide just yet, so you ended up taking the coward's way out. You fled to the kitchen, running out of Benny's lap faster than your legs could carry you when someone asked for help.

That night you made sure to go to bed before him just so you wouldn't have to face him and talk. Yeah, you knew that put you at the top position of the cowards’ leaderboard. Couldn't help yourself. It was easier to run away, so you pretended to be fast asleep when he went to sleep next to you.

Of course that didn't stop you from waking up wrapped around Benny's sculpture-made, hot and near naked body.

by @reveriesources

➜ part four

#giowritess #writing #benny miller fanfiction #benny miller smut #benny miller x female reader #garrett hedlund fanfic #garrett hedlund #triple frontier #benny miller fanfic #triple frontier fanfic

[munsonsprincess11111]

Missing munson.

Eddie munson x hopper/byers!reader

Summary: it's the end of the school year and Eddie gets called to miss Kelly's office. That same day Eddie goes missing. This is sad. The ending is happy though. You've been warned

Friday.

The last time you'd seen Eddie. He was in a bit of a bad mood because he had to go to miss Kelleys office. You was meant to see him after school but his van was gone. You walked to the trailer park and he wasn't there. Then he didn't show up for hellfire.

Or band practice Saturday. Wayne hadn't seen him. By Sunday your dad found you inna state and you told him Eddie was missing. Hopper took you to the station and made you give a statement on everything that happened on Friday.

By Tuesday there was a search party looking for Eddie.

They checked, the hide out, lovers lake, reefer Rick's, the hole Woods by the school. But still nothing. It was now Thursday. Eddie had been missing nearly a week.

Currently, you, Gareth, doug, and Jeff, are walking along the old railway to where there was abandoned vehicle's better known as hawkins dumping ground shouting his name. Hopper gave you a walking talking to communicate with him and other police incase anyone found anything.

There was a team searching in lovers lake. Hopper, Powell and officer daniels where heading to bennies abandoned building. Wayne was in the woods with his work buddies. Joyce Byers and Jonathan where on there way to the old lab.

Jonathan knew Eddie from high school obviously so Mike, Dustin, will and lucas did too. Them four where biking around neighbourhoods seeing if they could find him. It's like he just disappeared.

"Fucking hell Eddie Common." Gareth shouted. Before you could react, Jeff back handed him and shook his head. Eventually, you all made it to the dumping ground and stared at the old motors.

"Gareth come check that truck and car with me. Doug and Jeff check the bus." You say numbly walking over to the truck. Everyone splits and walks off. You had been so out of it. Not sleeping. Barely eating. It was bad.

You open the old truck door and climb into the drivers seat leaning across to look in the back. Nothing. You jump out slamming the door. You walk around to the trucks trunk and open it. Empty. You close it and lean on it as the others check the other vehicles.

"Y/N!" Doug shouts and you spin around. He looks worried and panicked. You nod.

"Get hopper!" HE shouts. Your heart drops. You feel sick. You bring the walkie up to your mouth but no words come out. Your eyes well up and you hand the walkie to Gareth.

"Shit it's OK. Hopper. Daniels. Powell Joyce I don't care who he's here we need help. Now!" Gareth shouts down the walkie.

"Were on our way!" Hopper shouts back down the walkie. You feel numb. You feel sick. But in your state you remember a important point.

"Tell them to check his pulse." You whisper loud enough for Gareth to hear.

"Shit yeah your a genius." Gareth says running over to the others. Time feels slow. But then doug shouts. "He's got a pulse oh thank fuck!"

You let out a breath you didn't even realise you was holding in. Moments later you hear sirens and your dad's vehicle pulls up abruptly along with Powell and daniels in another police car and an ambulance. The three boys get out the bus and tell hopper he has a pulse.

You slowly walk over to Gareth, doug and Jeff. You all stand there not knowing what to do. Two paramedics dealing with Eddie. Before you can speak to your dad Joyce pulls up with Wayne instead of Jonathan. Wayne jumps out of the car and jogs over to hopper to get him to fill him in.

Joyce walks over and hugs you. She just holds you. You don't cry at first. Until the paramedics bring Eddie out of the bus. That's when you broke. The first time you'd seen him in nearly a week. Worried sick. And he's unconscious being wheeled into an ambulance.

Wayne jumps in the ambulance and hopper is due to escort them so they can get there faster to evaluate him better. "Get in." Hopper says to you opening the passenger door. You nod and get in strapping your seat belt before hopper pulls away.

"Hold on kid." HE says driving to the hospital.

-

The waiting room was hell. You was sat next to hopper. Then Wayne came walking out looking relieved. "He's awake. Has been for 30 minutes. He went on a bender. He failed school again. Instead of talking to someone he ran away cause he didn't wanna get an earful." Wayne explains to you and your dad.

You wipe your eyes. Your not sure if there happy tears cause he's here, he's alive and he's talking. Or sad because he felt like he couldn't talk to you and did that to himself.

"But I told him y/ns out here and he told me if I don't come get ya he's gonna walk out here n see you himself." Wayne chuckles. Hopper does too and shakes his head. You nod and stand up. You look to your dad and he gives you a nod.

You walk down the hall and get to the room they put Eddie in. "I'll give you two some alone time." Wayne says walking back off. You open the door and walk in eye going straight to Eddie. He's laying on the bed. Machines beeping. He looks exhausted. But he smiles as he sees you.

"Hey baby." HE says weakly. You step in more and close the door. You take a breath in walking over to him. You run a hand through Eddie's hair. Your eyes water. He's here. He's safe. "Take it Wayne told you what happend." HE says. You nod.

He reaches up slowly and takes your hand. You hold his back as a tear runs down your cheek. "Never do that again. I was so fucking scared." You choke a cry saying to him. He nods and kisses your hand.

"I promise." HE says weakly letting your hand go to wrap his pinky around yours kissing it. You laugh slightly when he does this.

"I'm here OK. I don't care you failed. Nor does Wayne. Hell nor does my dad. Next year will be your year ok. I'll help you study extra hard. You can steal my old notes I don't care. Please just never do that again. I thought I fucking lost you." You say as tears run down your face.

He pulls you on top of him and holds you. He kisses your head ans just holds you. Eventually you stop crying. Your laying on the bed next to Eddie. His arm around you, your head on his chest. "I love you." HE mumbles.

"I love you too dumbass." You says back holding his hand.

"I love you more though Eddie." Gareth makes kissing noise from the door. Eddie looks over to see Gareth, doug and Jeff and rolls his eyes.

"Hello to you to." HE says. You attempt to sit up but Eddie holds you down.

"Dude we thought you was fucking dead." Jeff says throwing himself in the chair.

"Yeah we thought we found your body." Doug chimes in leaning on the wall.

"Good news I'm not." Eddie laughs kissing your head.

"You look like shit." Gareth says.

"Thanks man." Eddie rolls his eyes saying.

-

A week goes by when they finally release Eddie. Wayne picks him up from the hospital and brings him to the trailer. As they pull into the drive way you stand from the seats on the porch and walk over to Eddie who's walking towards the front door. He pulls you into his side wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

He's straight in the shower. You grab him a towel and fresh clothes. Eddie flops on his bed nearly loosing his towel. "I missed my bed." HE says laying in his back.

He slips on his boxers and throws the other items of clothing on the floor climbing into his bed. He flings the covers open next to him letting the spot. You take off your bra and jeans climbing in bed with Eddie. He holds you close and kisses you.

"Sorry for scaring you." HE mumbles.

"I'll forgive you. But babe?" You answer and he nods.

"You can talk to me. It can stay between me and you no one else. You don't need to run you've got me." You say kissing him.

"I love you." HE replies nuzzling his face in your neck.

"I love you too. 86. Its your year." You says kissing his head as he nods.

-

And was you right about 86. He graduated finally. A year after you. But he did it. He gave the teachers on stage the middle finger running off the stage kissing you deeply. You held eachother and told him how proud you was.

A week later the both of you attended prom. Hand in hand you walked in. Granted you graduated a year before. And neither of you wanted to be there. But this was the last chance to really piss off the jocks, cheerleaders and teachers. You wore a long flowy black and red dress.

Eddie wore suit pants and shirt but his leather jacket instead of a proper jacket. You took pictures you gave jason the middle finger as you held eachother close. And Eddie slow danced with you.

You sat in the van after and looked at him. "You did it." You smiles taking his hand.

"I fucking did it." HE smiles back.

"I wouldn't have done it without you by the way thank you for everything." HE says kissing you.

"Don't need to thank me. I love you." You smiles kissing his neck.

"I love you more." Eddie smirks. You pout and kiss him again.

Just like any good prom night it ended in sex. Just in the back of Eddie's can by the lake. You layed naked under the covers holding eachother close.

Then there's a bang on the side of the van. Eddie peaks out the window to see a very angry looking hopper. He opens the back door. So you can keep the both of you covered.

"Seriously." Is all he says shaking his head. He lectures you both before walking off. Eddie smirks and kisses you smirking. "I made 86 baby." HE smirks. You nod and kiss him back.

He lays back on his back pulling you into his side. "Best night ever." HE smiles. You smile up at him and kiss him again. "Y"know." You says tapping his chest. He hums in response.

"I could definitely go again..." You smirk. Eddie head shoots up and he smiles kissing you and laying himself between your legs.

"We we're right 86 is definitely my year... wait scratch that." HE says and you look at him confused and he kisses you again.

"It's our year." HE kisses you again before marking you up and making you feel good.

He was definitely. 86 was definitely you twos year.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson thoughts #eddie m #eddie munson x yn #eddie x reader #eddie smut #eddie x you #rockstar eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie stranger things

[spahhzy]

Free as can be~

Ashley sighed into her sleeve for what seemed to be the umpteenth time, causing Andrew to look down from his book he was reading.

"You okay Ash?" He asked, shifting himself to next to his sister.

"Just bored..." Ashley said with a pout, and Andrew rolled his eyes.

"What? You mean living motel to motel on the run from law enforcement, cults, and an organ harvesting firm isn't exciting enough for you, " He said sarcastically as Ashley tossed a pillow at his face.

"Nope," she said, giggling before suddenly her stomach growled.

"You should probably go get something from the vending machine, Ashley." Said Andrew, which cause Ashley to grumble.

"I don't want no stupid cookie again... let's go out to eat! " Said Ashley with enthusiasm rising up and standing on the bed.

"No"

"Wah, oh come on, Andy, I know for a fact you have gotten sick and tired of cookies by now," Ashley argued back.

"What part of 'on the run' did you not understand?" He countered, and Ashley huffed before crossing her arms.

"We're only on the run cause you keep killing people," She said as Andrew breathed deeply, knowing his sister is right and wrong in what she said.

"But that doesn't mean we can't go and eat nice every once and a while" She complained.

"Ashley, it was just last week that I took you to a restaurant, and you almost stuck a fork down our waitresses' throat." Andrew complained as Ashley looked at him with a surprise look.

"That hussy was undressing you with her eyes. You could have gotten sick!" Ashley explained. 'Only I can do that!' Is what she wanted to add as well.

"Yeah, well, what's to say you won't do that at another restaurant, Leyley?" Andrew questioned, and Leyley held a hand over her heart.

"I promise to be on my best behavior...scouts honor"

"You were never a scout, Ashley..." said Andrew as he got up from the bed.

"And for good reason, you'd probably murder the camp counselor if they tried to touch me," She said, and Andrew knew she was right, he probably murder anyone their that tried to take his leyley from him.

"Fuck it, why not we'll go to a Benny's Diner how about that?" Ashley cheered jumping on the bed like she was a child.

"Yes, food! Actual none vending machine food!" She said and Andrew just smiled before tossing a pillow at her head causing her to fall off the bed.

"Get dressed dumbass"

-

Andrew looked out the dinner window as Ashley was eating happily away at her meal.

Across the street from him was a bar, he was assuming it was some sort of biker bar with how many motorcycles there were.

Motorcycles...

Looking at the machines, Andrew minds began to slip into a memory of some simple times.

-

"Wow, Andy, I can't believe you blew some of your college money on this, Mom's going to be pissed," said Ashley as she walked around a nice black motorcycle.

"I make enough to put it back Ashley, sides since when did you care about what mom thinks?" Andrew said as he cleaned off the bike a little.

"I don't, just surprised is all...my big Andy thinks he's so cool now, huh? " Teased Ashley as Andrew sat on the bike, ignoring her.

"Gonna attract all those whores to aren't you? Gonna have them ride along with you, hmm?" Ashley said with a hint of jealousy in her voice.

"That's going to be hard to do with you around," He said to her.

"Wow...tell me how you really feel?"

"Oh, leyley if I did, I'm almost certain I'd be in jail," Andrew teased back causing Ashely to blush and look away, not at all liking how her brother can sometimes...sometimes push her buttons, suddenly the bike road to life as Andrew revved it a couple times.

Enjoying the noise it made.

Ashley shook her head, finding truth in the saying 'boys will be boys' and looking at Andrew's smiling face, butterflies began dancing in her stomach.

"Catch."

Ashley snapped out of her stupor as Andrew tossed a helmet into her direction.

"Wuh?"

"Come on, leyley, it will be just like old times on the bicycle we had remember?" She must have remembered.

Their folks got him a bicycle for his tenth birthday. Ashley didn't get a bicycle, just coloring books, so on her birthday, he stole pegs off the other kids' bike and attached it to his bike so that Ashley could always ride with him.

It was the best gift Ashley got on that day, being able to ride free with her big brother and it was a great gift for them both as It was one of the rare instances in their childhood where they could just enjoy being kids.

Andrew never forgot the big smile Ashley had that day of being able to ride on a motorcycle with him.

-

Andrew sighed, which caused Ashley to stop her rampant chewing, looking at Andrew. Ashley reached over with her fork and poked him.

"What's wrong, Andy?" She said with a mouthful, and Andrew bonked her on the head.

"I didn't need to see your mouthful," He said to her. Ashley giggled before swallowing.

"I'm sure you love seeing me swallow something else" She wiggled her eyebrows at him and Andrew almost snorted out his coffee he was drinking.

"Still...what is on your mind?" She asked, setting her fork down and taking a sip of her soda.

"Just reminiscent, I guess..." He confessed to her as he returned his gaze back to her.

"Ooh are you reminiscing about my fat fucking tits again?" this time Andrew choked on his coffee and began coughing and blushing as Ashley laughed causing the other occupants to look at the pair strangely.

Andrew tossed a piece of toast at his sister's head.

"Hey! That's perfectly good toast!"

-

The pair had finished their food without a hitch, and they swiftly left the diner after paying.

Now, it was time for a short walk back to the motel.

They proceeded past the bar where the group of bikers were, and as they proceeded to walk on by one biker in particular decided to try his luck.

"Hey sweetie, why don't you come over here and get the ride of a lifetime?" He said to her. Ashley just ignored him, giving him the middle finger, but Andrew, on the other hand, was silently fuming at how these bikers were looking and leering at his leyley...

"Lookie that boys, she's a real fiesty one, huh?" The leader said, earning a laugh from the rest of the gang. Andrew clenched his fist and gritted his teeth, Ashley sensing this took his arm and hugged it as they both walked past the biker.

"Hey, when you're done with the stooge, I'll ne waiting for you, Lil lady," said the leader as they Andrew and Ashley both rounded a corner out of sight.

-

Nothing was said as they made their way back to their motel, Ashley was a bit worried at seeing Andrew upset, but also...kinda liked how possessive he was.

Giving out a yawn, the food now giving her the sleepies.

"Get some rest, Ashley," Andrew said as he walked over and put a blanket over her.

"You...coming too...bed too?" She said, trying to stay awake, and Andrew just chuckled.

"After I clean up some stuff around the room, not really tired yet," He told her as Ashley violet eyes drooped more and more.

"Mmkay...love you," She said before finally she was out like a light.

"..." Andrew bent down before placing a kiss on her forehead as he looked at her calm expression.

He sat back down on the couch and waited a good whole hour to make sure Ashley was still asleep as he suddenly sat up from his couch, went into the kitchen, and procured his cleaver. Grabbing his jacket and stuffing the cleaver in his back pants pocket, he opened the door before stepping out into the darkness, giving one last look at Ashley before quietly closing the door.

-

"Man, did you see the tits on the dark-haired girl...what I would do that woman," said the sleazy biker as all his friends laughed and cheered him on.

"Alright, gang, I'm heading out. Don't cause too much of a ruckus," laughed the leader as he started his bike, the exhaust garbling loudly as the group cheered and said their goodbyes.

The biker drove for what was about five minutes when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that same dude that was with that beautiful woman earlier leaving the diner.

That man was Andrew, and he was leaning against the wall next to a dark alley smoking a cigarette.

Pulling over to the curb, shutting off his bike and pocketing his keys in his black stained vest, he leaned on the same wall right next to Andrew.

"Hey buddy, so tell me, how's that hot piece of ass been treating you?" He asked Andrew said nothing as he smoked his cigarette.

"I'm sure she's a real freak in bed to ain't she" It took all of Andrew will power not to grab the man's throat and tear it out.

"Hey, I have an idea... Why not let me have a crack at her? I'll pay you for it, hmm?" He asked, and Andrew was inches away from slicing his throat.

"How much are you paying?" Andrew asked, hating himself for saying those words, but if everything worked out, then he would do what he needed to do.

"For a glorious pieace of ass like that, all the money that's in my pocket which is..." The man patted himself from pants pockets to vest pockets before finally procuring money.

"$777.77" He told him with a sick grin on his face, Andrew looked at the money as he looked like he was considering the offer.

"Let's talk about this more... discreetly," He said, making a motion to the dark alley as the sleazy biker grinned, thinking he was going to get his dick wet tonight.

Walking like he won the lottery, he entered into the alleyway, Andrew not too far behind as his green eyes glared balefully at him as he reached behind and grabbed his cleaver.

"Alright, let's dis -" he was cut off real quick as sharp steal found itself ingrained into his face, the biker could only gargle as Andrew gripped at the cleaver hard and ripped it from his face.

"As if someone like you will ever touch my leyley... see you in hell, " He said as he began relentlessly hitting the man's head with the cleaver over and over.

Andrew, finally out of his rage, looked at his work. He sighed, another body to his name. This one, though, was like that warden...another sleaze and one that he was happy to kill.

But now it was time to clean up. Luckily, he brought some gloves.

It took him less than a half hour to chop away at the body before throwing it into the dumpster.

Finally, it was time to just throw the clothes out, too, as he grabbed the bikers' vest, a key fell out and onto the floor. Inspecting it, he took a look at the end of the entrance of the alley to see the dead bikers motorcycle.

Andrew smiled.

-

Ashley awoke to the sound of the TV playing in the background. She looked at the time on the alarm clock.

10:00pm.

"Andrew?"

Silence.

Looking around the room, She called out again.

"Andrew!"

Nothing.

Panic began to set in as a million thoughts went through her head.

'Was he taken?'

'Was he killed?'

'Did some floozy seduce him?'

'Did he....leave me?'

And before she could answer any of those questions, she heard the loud rumbling a bike make its way into the parking lot of the motel as she suddenly realized that Andrew went out to go fight that biker for how he talked to her.

While she would be swooning over the fact that her Andy was fighting for her honor, she had realized that Andrew was one man, and he couldn't just take on a small gaggle of bikers and if one was here that meant...

"No! Don't think such thoughts... just go and interrogate this stupid biker and find out where your Andy is, " She said to herself, going under her bed, pulling out her revolver. She stormed the front door, ripping it open and aimed the gun at the biker.

"You better tell me where my fucking Andy is you bastard!" She shouted as the biker quickly held his hands up.

"Ashley what the fuck!?" Came the voice inside the helmet, Ashley was so close to pulling the trigger and blowing this fuckers brains out when suddenly the man took the helmet off revealing.

"Waaaaah Annnndy!?" said Ashley as she tossed the gun back inside before running up to him as Andrew caught her in a hug and spun her around.

"I'm not going to ask what the whole gun thing was," Andrew said to her as Ashley nuzzled her face into his chest, relishing I'm his warmth.

"I...I thought I lost you to those stupid bikers," Ashley mumbled, and Andrew shook his head.

"No, leyley, I wouldn't dare leave you." He told her in earnest as he suddenly stepped to the side.

"So... like it?" He asked her, and she looked at the bike and then back to him.

"How did you get this?" She asked, eyeing him suspiciously, and Andrew just whistled but was slapped on the shoulder.

"What it was Free nighty nine!" He said with a serious face, and Ashley just looked at him with an expression that said 'really?'.

"Okay, it was a generous donation," He said to her, putting a hand on his heart when he said that.

"Did you kill that man?" Ashley asked.

Andrew remained silent.

"Annnnnndyyyyy"

"Whaaaat! Since when were you the moral compass!" Complained Andrew much to Ashley's joy.

"I'm not, now you know how I feel when I have to deal with you"

"Oh go fuck yourself"

"Come fuck me yourself coward!"

Andrew just sputtered and blushed, not wanting to continue.

Ashley looked over the bike before sitting down on it.

"Very nice, hey, this reminds me of your old bike you had before our folks sold it off!" She told him as she started to reminisce about all the places Andrew had taken her to.

Andrew let her talk as he went behind her and pulled out another helmet.

"Hey Ash"

"Hmm?"

"Catch!"

Ashley caught the helmet and looked at Andrew who just smiled.

"What do you say, leyley? Shall we ride again like old times?"

Ashley smile was very bright even in the dark of night.

Starting up the bike, Ashely sat behind Andrew before straping on the helmet. She wrapped her arms around Andrew's chest.

Carefully and slowly, they both drove around the parking lot before Andrew finally decided to go onto the main road. Looking behind him, Ashley nodded to him, ready to go.

Putting throttle, the bike glided smoothly on the open pavement as the exhaust reverberated off the city walls.

Ashley laughed in happiness as she felt nostalgia and warmth over take her while also enjoying the freedom and closeness with the man she loved.

Andrew was content, regardless of his situation. As long as his Leyley was happy, nothing else mattered.

The two sailed into the darkness, free as can be.

#andrew x ashley #andrew graves #ashley graves #the coffin of andy and leyley #coffincest #gravescest

[gtsdreamer2]

"No. He's better than that. He never makes bad decisions. He always chooses the light. You should know that by now, squirt." Your angel quickly snatched up the beelzebug-sized demon and cupped her in a cage with their hands before shaking her around like a rock in a rattle.

When you were young, you'd always had the pair of them with you. When you were little, so were they. They would sit on your shoulder and try to guide you through your choices. As your parents taught you right from wrong, you always began to listen to the angel, Percy rather than the devil, Delphine. Over time, as you grew up, the Percy seemed to grow with you while the Delphine stayed small and wasted away. Where the angel became robust and strong, the devil seemed to wither. She lost her lustrous red sheen which was replaced by a rusty brown, which was fitting for her small stature that was akin to a cockroach. Her two horns protruding from her head resembled antennae, and her once majestic wings had shriveled to tiny little nubs on her back. Now at twenty-eight, you stood full grown at six foot one. Percy stood a little taller at about six foot four. Meanwhile, the diminutive devil was a meager couple inches tall. As you matured, you could no longer see them and chalked them up to being imaginary friends, and their suggestions filtered through yoir subconscious. As they bickered back and forth with one literally in the other's clutches, your friend tried again to convince you to go out drinking after your long workday to the casino.

"Come on man, you never go out with us. Just a couple drinks. To blow off steam." He was nudging you now and practicality begging. While your guardian angel was busy picking on the she-devil, you decided for yourself that a couple drinks couldn't hurt. Hell, you earned it.

"Ya, why not. Let's do it!" As you were psyching yourself up for a well-deserved night out, the two shoulder guardians behind you fell silent.

"Wait what? You don't need to-" the angel started before he felt an outward pressure against his closed hands. From them erupted the she-demon, puzzling the angel as she doubled in size. "What in the lord's name are you doing?" He gestured to you, but you had already dismissed them in your mind as you began to get ready for your evening out.

"Fuck ya!" The devil shouted from the palm of the angel's hand. She was still only a little bigger than a bug, but she was just happy to be bigger. "That's a win for the little guys! Hell, we haven't had a win since...what, he was like...eight? Lemme see." From thin air, she summoned an iPad that was perfectly tailored to her size. On it was the e-book version of 'The Book of You', which was a cataloging of your whole life and all of your choices up until this point. "Man, there's a lot of do-gooding in here." She lamented.

"Well," interjected the angel, "I would like to say that I've been doing a pretty good job of guiding him on his path ever since he's been able to think for himself."

"Put a lid on it, Halo-top, I have a feeling that the scales are about to tip in my favor. I didn't even have to try to guide him on this one, it was like I had that guy wingmaning for me. What's his name? Benny. Ok, I like Benny. Let's see where this night goes."

As the night wore on, your choices seemed to continue from bad to worse. The couple of drinks turned to five or six before you knew it. The guilt of drinking was weighing on you, but your friends, mainly Benny, were peer pressuring you into continuing. With each additional beer, your shoulder demon was increasing in size.

"That's right, down the hatch. Good boy." Delphine was now two and a half feet in height. This was by no means big, but she was beyond elated that she had stolen this size back from Percy, and at some point was forced to climb down from your shoulder. She stood by your angel, who was now hovering around the four foot mark, a stature that he had not had the misfortune of standing at for several years at least.

"It feels so good to be getting bigger! I can't believe you've hoarded this feeling all to yourself for so long! You need to learn to share. Gluttony is a sin, you know?" Color had started to return to Delphine at this point. Her wings had begun to grow back in, and her body was filling out and plumping up in all the right places as she was being fed by a continuous stream of Percy's life force. She was overjoyed to play with her new assets in front of the angel, who tried to look away in disgust. "Wait hang on, he just blew through the last of his cash with that bet. Let's see what he does."

As your pockets were emptied and your head was swimming with alcohol. You were finally thinking about calling it quits until Benny threw his arm around you. "Come on man, you can't end the night on a loss, go pull some more money out and let's keep going!" That idea was sounding pretty good to you. You had plenty in your savings for your dream home. It couldn't hurt to delay that dream a little bit when everyone was having such a good time.

"Now hold on-!" Your angel started before your demon clamped her clawed hand over his mouth.

"Let him cook!" She whispered in his ear. "Come on, do it." Delphine called out to you from across the floor. You shambled over to the ATM and withdrew another four hundred bucks. The demon cooed as she grew another foot. She was now even with the angel. "Atta boy! Looks like he's wiped out all the good you've instilled into him in a single night. How's that feel?" She unclaimed his mouth so he could speak, but he was speechless. "In fact, he might still be on the decline, look!" As you were making your way back to the table, you slipped two twenties into the waitress's cleavage and asked for two more drinks, kissing her on the cheek and slapping her on the ass to send her on her way. "Oh fuck. That was really bad. I didn't teach him that." Delphine was rubbing her thighs together. She was absolutely squirming with excitement as demonic energy swirled around her and then pushed itself into her. Her knees buckled as she fell to the floor, writhing in pleasure as she pulsed larger and larger, siphoning strength from Percy." Her lips and tits plumped as her hips widened and her wings stretched and strengthened. All the while, Percy could feel himself withering. His white clothes faded from pearly to grey as his halo dimmed then darkened, falling around his neck and tightening like a collar. His wings shrank and feathers began to shed from them. He could feel his muscles atrophy as he crumpled to the floor, a mere shadow of his former glory.

You continued to drink and gamble until your monitary withdrawal was lost to alcohol and bad bets. With each bet and each gulp Percy shrank smaller and smaller until he stood at a pitiful six inches in height. By this time, Delphine had assumed full control of the situation. She picked up her tiny nemesis and conjured a birdcage of bone to house him. Their positions had now completely reversed. The devil that has been a small and pathetic being for so many years was now a six foot four bombshell of a beast. Her skin, no longer a rusty brown was now glowing red hot like her lust. Her horns were long and sharp, as were her nails and her tail which swished playfully back and forth as she watched you blackout before Benny had you both loaded into an Uber for the drive home.

As Benny finally got you into bed, the she-devil corporealized in your room with the angel in tow, trapped in his cage. It was only now that Benny's shoulder guardians became visible to yours. A hulking slab of hell flesh and another underwhelming angel accompanied Benny as he left, his devil winking at yours as he made his exit to make it known that he had thrown her a bone to help with her glow-up. The angels made sad eyes at each other before looking away in shame, knowing that they had lost whatever fight was left in them.

The three of you were alone now. Delphine crept up on your sleeping form and caressed your cheek. "I really wish I could thank you for leaning so far into your dark side today. I wish that you could see me like when you were little. As if reacting to her voice, you opened your eyes and immediately locked onto hers. You could see her. And she knew it.

"Hi pretty red lady." You muttered sloppily, obviously completely sloshed still. Your hazy mind began to fill with thoughts about what you wished to do to her. And what you wished she would do to you. Being both the target and the beneficiary of those thoughts, her body began to react by growing another few inches. Percy watched in horror as he realized Delphine had stolen the size, not from him, but from their human. You closed your eyes again as Delphine's iPad poofed in front of her and began to ring.

"Sup HQ?" She spoke into the pad.

"We're getting some weird readings off of you and your human. You all good up there? It looks like you've gained enough strength to physically materialize in the mortal plane."

"Huh, that's weird. Must be some kind of glitch. Nope. We're all good up here. Got my guy making some bad decisions, but nothing out of the ordinary, bye!" She hung up before they could get a word in. Delphine turned her attention back to you, gently nudging you to wake you up again.

You reluctantly opened your eyes again. She was still standing over you. Looming. She was large. She was exuding sexual energy. Immediately you were turned on. Delphine responded with a warm smile.

"I've missed how you looked at me. Look at you. All grown up. And still a virgin thanks to that goody two-wings in the corner over there. No. Don't look at him. Look at me. I can FEEL how you're lusting after me." Through your intoxicated thoughts, Delphine could feel your adoration grow. With it, she grew larger still, cresting the eight foot mark. You felt yourself dwindle for the first time. It startled you, but it wasn't an unpleasant feeling.

"Submit to me." She said firmly, with no room for objections, not that you had any to give. You nodded, and she manifested a collar around your neck with a rope that led right to her hand. "Let me show you how to be a man and feel good." She ripped your clothes off with inhuman speed to reveal your already erect manhood.

Sliding her bottoms off. She straddled the whole length of the bed and lowered herself atop you. You let out a small grunt as you felt yourself penetrating someone for the first time. She moaned in response and encouraged you. Delphine could feel herself siphoning your strength and grew again, her brests bubbling larger and breaking free of their top, two red hot nipples forcing themselves into your face. You instinctively grabbed two fistfuls of flesh as she began to bounce forcefully on top of you. The bed had no chance. And quickly, the legs collapsed, forcing you hard against her as she wrapped her supple wings and strong arms around you to keep you safe.

"Oh perfect, I'm further from the ceiling now. More room to...mmmmph...grow!" She felt you empty yourself inside her and she pulsed with your releases, growing to ten, then twelve feet in height. Percy cried out from across the floor at the sight. Meanwhile, you were no more than three feet tall at this point. As delphine climbed off you and stood up, she realized she needed to hunch over to not break through the ceiling. "I'm so big now." She said, amazed at herself. "So powerful. So sexy. I'm addicted to this. I want more." Just then, her iPad poofed in front of her again and began to ring incessantly. She there it to the ground and crushed it with her heel, a single demonic scream and a lowly underworld soul slipping out which she pulled into her hand simply by willing it. She examined the poor soul before closing her fist and absorbing it into herself.

"Oooooh" She cooed as she made its power her own. "I shouldn't be allowed to do that. That's dangerous." As she grew to twenty feet, Delphine was now pressed against every wall in your room. "I wonder..." She said to herself, curiosity getting the better of her. Summoning Percy's cage to her, she crushed it in her hand, leaving him exposed in her clutches.

"You shouldn't have this kind of power." He said, weakly.

"You're telling me." She replied with a grin before he sank into her palm and his soul was absorbed by her. "Mmmph! That feels so so good! Angel souls are so strong!" Grabbing you and stuffing you into your cleavage before it was too late, Delphine erupted from the remnants of your home, exploding to thirty and then forty feet as her wings unfurled to their full width and she let our an unholy howl of pleasure. You watched as she stood to her full height, the world around you shrinking away as she did.

"You're next little man." She said, gingerly patting you on your head. Her finger came down like a ton of bricks on top of you as you sank deeper into her breasts. Delphine began to absorb what was left of you, but you stopped at a mere six inches in height. "Hmmph. I guess I can't fully extinguish human souls. That would be breaking the rules...but umph! Thanks for the little boost! I'm so powerful now that I can feel the negative energy around me. All the naughty thoughts pouring out of all the humans in this whole area. It's a feast just waiting for me. But first, how about we go pay Benny and his hunky demon a visit. I simply must thank the both of them for my ascension." She lengthened the rope that was tied around your neck and put it around her own before enclosing you in a little windowed locket. "Front row seat for the one that made all this possible." As delphine sauntered down the street, onlookers gazed apon their new goddess and their lust and envy poured into her growing her larger and larger with each step. She could only laugh and moan as her power grew with each step.

#gts #giantess #size kink #sizetumblr #macro #size difference #minigiantess #growth #g/t writing #g/t

[apocalypseornaw]

Soulmate AU Series- Benny

Benny Lafitte x Reader

You and your soulmate have the same tattoo

@decadentstrangernacho I swear I didn't forget this!!!

An anchor of all things, marking your right wrist from the day you'd turned eighteen. Your soulmark, the one sure way you had of knowing who your soulmate was should you ever meet them. What a crock. If the myth was true and Zeus was the one responsible for splitting souls in half and forcing them to try to seek out their missing part you wouldn't given him the satisfaction of playing into the game.

You wore a leather cuff around your wrist, covering the mark. You knew for a fact someone could be happy without ever meeting their soulmate, hell you'd seen first hand the pain Sam had gone through when his mark faded after Jess, the pain Bobby had still been in from Karen's death and how insane John went after losing Mary.

Most hunters had taken to covering their marks, whether with cuffs like you and Dean or in some other way. Your life was destined bloody, brutal and short. Why drag some poor idiot down with you?

When Dean got blasted to purgatory you and Sam ended up splitting ways for a few months. He needed a break but you knew if you ever stopped hunting and gave yourself time to break you may not ever pull yourself back together.

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Almost a year passed when one night while you were crashing in one of Bobby's many cabins you got a call from Sam saying you needed to meet him as soon as possible. You never would've dreamed Dean was waiting with him.

You and the boys quickly settled back into the routine the three of you had gotten used to over years of hunting together. It worked so why try to fix it?

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One night after a particularly bloody hunt you were washing your hands in the sink of the hotel the three of you had picked while Dean waited for you to stitch his arm. You glanced up and realized he was standing in the doorway, holding your bandana to the wound but his eyes were glued to your bare wrist "Dean, you good?" You asked him as you dried your hands off. Sam had already put your shoulder back in place and cleaned up well enough to go after food so it was just the two of you.

He shook his head almost as if he had been in a trance "Yeah, I'm good sweetheart" you narrowed your eyes "Either you're lying or having more ptsd from purgatory. Which is it?" He shrugged "I'm exhausted and starving" you laughed at his words "See? Easy enough to tell me what's really wrong"

Dean didn't want you to know he was staring at your soulmark because for the last year he'd been staring at the matching one. Hell you still didn't know exactly how he'd gotten out of purgatory. He'd told Sam the entire story and even introduced him to Benny the weekend you'd gone to help Jody out but happened to leave out the part about Benny being your soulmate. How the hell should he approach the fact when he knew that your aunt had gotten killed by a nest and that was when Bobby had found you? Hell you'd hated the soulmark since it first appeared, even trying to get a tattoo over it.

He sat still while you put three stitches in his arm then cleaned the wound about the time Sam came walking back in the door. Sam wanted to tell you about Benny but would he if he knew?

You laid across the backseat of the impala laughing as Dean purposely sang along badly to the radio just to make Sam groan. You weren't sure where the three of you were headed because both of them were being dodgy about it but you didn't care. You trusted them fully and if they said there was a case, there was a case.

You'd almost dozed off when you heard Dean's voice and thought at first he was talking to Sam but then he said "Yeah, we'll meet ya there" who? Were the three of you backing another hunter? And what was bad enough to warrant four sets boots on the dirt?

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About an hour later you felt the impala lurch to a stop and sat up to see where you were. It looked like you'd headed south, were you in Louisiana?

The impala was parked in front of a gumbo shack. You motioned towards it with your hand "What are we doing here Dean?" He glanced back at you and shrugged "Don't know about you but I'm getting hungry. Figured we'd stop for a bite"

You weren't sure what the two of them was up to but you noticed him and Sam exchange a loaded look. "Is something going on?" You asked and was met with two innocent shrugs that were anything but. You wanted to argue more but your stomach growled and Dean grinned victoriously.

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You followed the two of them into the doors of the gumbo shack. Music played from an old jukebox but whatever was cooking smelled amazing. You spotted a pretty brunette woman at the register who greeted the three of you warmly and said to sit anywhere.

You picked a corner booth, giving the boys the wall and putting your back to the room. Any other time you'd insist on your back to the wall but with them you knew you were safe.

You felt a familiar prickling at the back of your neck but ignored it when the pretty brunette walked over. Her name tag said Elizabeth and you could see Dean's dimples he was grinning so hard. "What can I get for you three?" She asked, her accent telling you she was from around here. You glanced at the menu then back at her "It all looks good. Any recommendations?"

She smiled warmly "looking for a sandwich or something filling?" You cut your eyes at Dean "We've been on the road a while so I'd say something filling" she nodded "Then I'd say the gumbo. It's my favorite" "All we needed to know. Three gumbos" she wrote down on her order pad then looked at the boys "Drinks?" "Tea" all three of you echoed. She laughed "Love an easy table. Roy will bring it over if I'm busy"

You watched her walk off then glanced back at Dean "If you don't try to get her number I am" he laughed "You're always eager on the button to bust me aren't ya?" You shrugged with a grin.

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While you waited on your food you glanced around the inside of the restaurant. There were a few other patrons but your eyes landed on the man at the grill. He was around Dean's height, maybe a couple inches shorter but damn was he broad. He turned as if he could feel his eyes on you and when his blue eyes locked onto yours you felt your face warm. He was really good looking but you hated getting caught checking someone out.

The moment didn't go unnoticed by Dean who whistled low "Sweetheart are you claiming everyone in here today?" Refusing to let him see you blush you rolled your eyes "Why not?" He laughed and poor Sam looked just done with you both.

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You were emailing Garth when you felt a shiver go up your back and looked up to see the man who'd been cooking was sitting bowls down in front of Dean and Sam. You met his eyes and he gave you a warm smile "Enjoy darling"

He extended his right hand to place a bowl in front of you but his sleeve was rolled up to his elbow exposing his wrist and the anchor marking. You froze staring at his wrist as the prickle ran across your back again.

You looked from the man to Dean, realization sitting in that this was your soulmate and he was a vampire. He gave the slightest shake of his head and you felt like you'd been dipped in ice water. He knew, both things. You felt tears spring to your eyes and looked at Sam but he looked just as guilty. "Guessing you still haven't told her?" The man asked and you started to shake your head. The two people you trusted had lied to you and apparently whatever God was responsible for soulmates had a sick sense of humor.

You stood up, shoving past the vampire and headed for the door. You felt like you were going to be sick.

“Why did you think springing all this on her was a good idea Dean?” Sam and Benny both had been under the impression he'd told you everything but it turned out he hadn't told you anything.

Dean shrugged “She couldn't attack him in a restaurant Sammy! I mean we know her thing with vamps, was there any good way of her reacting here?” Benny shook his head, feeling oddly protective of you even after only meeting you once “She shouldn't have found out like that” he snapped.

Dean cut his eyes at him, raising an eyebrow but Sam laughed lightly “He's met her now, it's his instincts to protect her” Dean nodded slowly “Soulmate shit is weird” then added “Sam track her phone we gotta find her”

Ok maybe storming off on foot in a town you didn't know with no money and only a handgun was a bad idea but how could they hide this from you?

You unsnapped the cuff as you walked, staring at the anchor. Why a vampire? And how had Sam and Dean met him and why hadn't they taken care of him before ever having the chance to find out he was your soulmate?

You shook your head and snapped it back. You needed to call them but you were still pissed.

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You weren't sure how long or how far you walked before you heard the familiar rumble of the impala's engine pulling up next to you.

You stopped walking and heard Dean's voice “Sweetheart, I'm sorry. Please just get in and I'll tell you the entire story” you spun to face the car and realized it was only him “Where's Sam?” “With Benny. Now please get in”

You were hurt yeah but deep down you knew you could trust Dean with your entire life. You could give him the chance to explain even if it had better be the mount Everest of explanations.

About an hour later you and Dean were pulling up to a small cabin. When he parked you hesitated, picking at the cuff on your wrist “All I'm promising is to introduce myself. I trust you enough to trust him” he nodded “All I ask”

You climbed out the car behind Dean and followed him to the porch before realizing Sam and Benny were sitting on it watching the two of you. They stood as you got closer.

Dean looked from you to Benny before formally introducing the two of you. You took a deep breath before extending your hand. The moment Benny shook it there was a feeling like electricity that hit your mark. He must have felt it too. “Darling I didn't know Dean hadn't told you about me. I wouldn't have agreed to ambush you with this. I don't expect anything from you I just wanted to meet you once Dean told me about you, after he saw my mark or well after he saw my mark and fully trusted me”

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Like you'd noticed before he was good looking, broad with bright blue eyes and a crooked smile that made your heart flip and that accent was a killer. You almost forgot about him being a vampire, almost. “I didn't mean to react like that but me and vampires don't have a good track record” he nodded “Sam filled me in on your aunt”

You reached for his right hand and he gladly gave it to you, watching as you lightly traced the anchor on his skin “I have no clue why a hunter and a vampire were chosen for each other” he shrugged “When I was human and even after I was turned I figured I didn't have a soulmate because there was no mark but then this showed up”

You looked up at him “When?” When he told you how long the mark had been there you laughed “That was when I turned eighteen. So your soulmark showed up while you were in purgatory?” He nodded “Didn't figure I'd ever have a chance of meeting you until Dean landed there”

You realized you still had his hand so you dropped it gently before offering him a smile “Guess you're not that bad. You helped Dean, you don't feed off humans and you're not ugly” he laughed at that “And you're downright beautiful”

You shook your head “Easy Lafitte on the sweet talk” “Yes ma'am” he teased and you shook your head “I can offer you my friendship, if anything more comes we'll cross that bridge when we get to it but for now we can get to know each other” he smiled “I'd like nothing more”

#benny lafitte one shot #benny lafitte fanfic #benny lafitte x reader #benny lafitte #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfiction

[sweet-villain]

Caught You ~Flayed Billy!

Tags : : @ceriseheaven @josephquinnlover0 @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @stillfalling30minslater @alyisdead @witchy-munson @harrys-four-nipples @josephfakingquinn

My Master List is in This Area

Smut

Warning : Stalking, little darker

Summary : You've peak the interest of dear Flayed Billy Hargrove, but you aren't that easy to catch.

He eyed as you sat by the edge of the pool with your legs dipped in. His smirk lingered as he took the way your hair flowed down your back, the way you were more interested in the pool than to notice he was there. But you knew he was there.

" Pool's closed, doll face" he says as he makes his way over to you. You don't turn your gaze at the sound of his voice. He drops down besides you in his blue sleeveless shirt and red swimming shorts. His hair is matted, not his usual curls but they are plastered to his forehead. You knew this wasn't Billy Hargrove that you knew around school. This was the possessed Billy Hargrove.

" Are you listening?" his eyes are drilling into the side of your head. Your eyes finally turned to meet his. His mouth forms into a smirk when he has your attention. He likes the way you look at him with your pretty eyes.

" I've heard you, Billy boy" He growls underneath his breathe. " What? Did I upset you?" you chuckled.

He licks his lips as he leans in, you can see the small sweat gathering on his nose as his blue eyes, darken.

" You should go home, it's not safe for a pretty baby like you to be alone here" you don't let it show but a chill goes down your spine at his words. Something about them.

" I can take care of myself" He chuckles.

" I'm sure" his hand lands on your thigh. His hand is much bigger than you thought and those black veins catch your attention. You brought your finger to trace them leading up to his shoulder. His breath hitches as you shift closer. Your knee is touching his as you whisper, " you aren't as scary as you seem, flayed."

His mouth a jar a bit then spreads into a smirk, " well aren't we a little smarty pants. I like you."

" Better get home or the big monster might eat me" he looks up at you as you stand. He rolls his eyes, " Get home safe." He mumbles causing you to halt in your step.

" My, my, flayed Billy cares about little old me?" The only answer he give you is a smirk.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You weren't too surprised to see him standing by Benny's diner with his arms across his chest as his eyes falls on you. How did he know you'd be here? Was he following you?

" Nice to see you, flayed" He smirks as he hears you.

" You too, kitten" at that moment, that pet name makes all your insides scream at you. Your breath hitches and he takes notices the way you stopped.

" Oh you like that? You like it when I call you kitten?" he asks. A wide smirk spreads across his face as he licks his lips. His eyes roams from your legs all the way to your lips. You shatter in response eyeing the window where Steve sat with Dustin as they both waited for you.

He follows your line of vision to where Steve sat and his fist clench by his sides.

" Harrington? Is that who you've been spending time with?" he growls. His shoulders tensed up with a scowl on his face. He wasn't very surprised that you'd be around Steve Harrington out of all people.

" Pretty boy got you all hooked, doesn't he?" your eyebrows knit together as you shake your head, " We're friends but that's not really your business. Isn't Billy boy?" he growls at the nickname. It irks him that you call him that.

" Ah, you look upset. Did I hurt your feelings?' you cooed, giggling. His eyes darken as he took a step towards you. You eyed the way he had wild look in his eyes remembering this isn't the Billy Hargrove that you knew who sat next to you in class asking you to borrow pens.

This was Flayed Billy Hargrove, the possession inside him. The monster craved you. Craved your touch. Craved the way you'd look at him. Craved to smell you. Craved to held by you. But, he can't. He's a monster. Monsters don't have feelings. Especially not with pretty girls like you.

" Cat got your tongued, Flayed?" he pauses hearing you call him. His true name. The edges of his mouth grins as his eyes shine at the name.

" You've addressed me correctly, kitten. My, my. Are you trying to get into my good graces?" you shrugged.

" You're fun to please and tease"

He stood there in shock as he hears you. You wanted to play games with him and he was sure he could play those games with you. His eyes watched as you walked into the diner and sitting across from Steve, right next to Dustin. The two didn't happen to see the conversation between the two of you. But Flayed growl the way you hugged Steve and held onto him a little longer. He saw it. He sees everything.

" Oh kitten, you want to play. We will play"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You had no idea that Flayed Billy was waiting for you outside the diner, sitting inside the Camaro as he chewed gum in his mouth. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as his gazed watched as you hugged Steve goodbye, he watched you watch Steve reverse in his BMW and leave.

You were searching for your keys in your pocket when you spotted the Camaro and Flayed eyes on you as he grins once he caught your attention. Why was he still here? You made your way in front of the door, standing still for a moment before leaning down. He rolled down the window, " Come sit, Kitten."

You look at him with an eyebrow raised seeing if he was serious or not and he smirks in response as your fingers grasped on the open door window.

" Don't be like that, kitten. Sit inside, I know you want to. I can tell from the look on your face you got there" he motions to his face then points to you.

You rolled your eyes, opening the door and sat down. He smirked widen in satisfaction as he tapped the steering wheel with his index finger. Flayed Billy sat in silence before he reached over to turn up the volume of the radio that you hadn't noticed was on. It's been playing something familiar. You can't put your finger on it.

Flayed Billy felt he was successful getting you into his car. You were obedient. A good little kitten. He watched as you eyed him from the corner of his eyes. His curls fell into his eyes shielding how blue his eyes are. His cheeks were flushed red as his eyes stayed on you.

You finally turned to look over at him, biting on your bottom lip, all while he locked his eyes on your bottom lip wishing he was the one biting it. His eyes were filled with lust and need. Need for you. Flayed Billy looked up into your eyes, memorized by the sight of you sitting there all pretty. He had forgotten all about what he saw in the diner. You sitting with Steve Harrington.

His eyes drop down to your lip that you kept biting on, he can see there is bits of blood already visible. His nose twitches and his mouth waters at the sight. He licks his lips and you smirk at him as you slide into his lap. By instance, he grabs onto your hips.

Your skirt scrunched up from behind and in the front a bit as sat on his jeans. Flayed Billy unbuttoned his shirt and threw it in the back, not really caring where it went. You took in his an skin filled with black veins as your fingertips run down his chest. You couldn't help yourself as you kiss his collarbones, sucking on the skin that there decorating it with love bits. They were dark matching almost to the color of those black veins making them like tree branches with your marks. He grabbed a hold of your hair and yanked it exposing your throat to him.

He tapped his two fingers against your lips seeing if you were a good kitten and obeyed him. You surprised him by opening your mouth, holding in the gag as he pushes his two fingers down your throat. He pushed his fingers in and out of your mouth, but you were riding on the tent that was forming in his pans.

" My good little kitten" he grinned loving that you were sitting all pretty on his lap. Flayed eyed your pretty neck that was exposed to him and brushes his lips against your neck, leaving soft kisses there. But he changed his mind leaving harsh, red marks on your neck and collarbones.

You are his to mark.

After he was satisfied with the marks all over your neck, he let your hair go and gripped you by the throat, pulling you closer to his face. Locking his lips with yours, he kissed you harshly and passionately. Your hands placed themselves on his chest as you continued to grind on him while Flayed Billy devoured your mouth. When he pulled away, he made sure you nibble on your bottom lip and suck on it. The blood that was there. He moaned at the taste of copper.

" You'll be a good kitten and suck my cock like I need you to"

You smirked at him, his eyes darken when he watches you and growls in satisfaction when he sees you nod. You slide off his lap and climb to the back when he follows you. You unzip his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers, you took his leaking cock in your hands. You groped his cock with your hands, stroking his shaft to make sure there was more pre cum to your liking that's been already around your fingers. When it was wet and how you wanted it to be, you took him in your moth rolling your tongue around it.

Flayed Billy groaned, watching you with dark eyes shifting his hip as you bopped your head up an down in the pace you thought he would like. Before he even got a chance to cum inside your mouth, you let his cock slide out of your mouth with a pop. He hissed at the loss of your mouth flashing anger in his eyes.

" I didn't tell you to stop, kitten. Did I?" he growled.

" Relax there Billy Boy, this isn't over," you tell him, climbing into his lip. The growl replaced by a gin on his face. His fingers snake their way underneath your skirt while you slide off your shirt exposing the lacy bra you were wearing. You gasped when he moved your panties to the side and flicked your clit with his finger, making you shudder against him.

" You're so filthy, aren't you my kitten?" he mumbles against your ear as you grind against his thigh.

" I am, Billy boy," you nodded, moaning feeling him pepper kisses all over your chest.

" Do you fuck every man you set your eyes on? Hm?"

" Only the once with blonde curls and blue eyes, and veins"

" Only me, not poor Billy even?" he asks, teasing you. He knows how Billy feels about you. They are constantly fighting over you in his head. Though Flayed Billy doesn't understand why Billy chose you to have given his heart to. You were there since the moment Billy stepped foot into Hawkins, looking after Max and eventually Billy opened up to you about Niel and his mom. It took some time but he found you made him feel safe. You were there when he stood at your doorstep with bruises on him, and you were there when Flayed took over. You watched Billy fight with tears in his eyes, not wanting Flayed to take control.

You nodded, but that wasn't fully true. You liked Billy, he made you feel things you never thought you'd ever feel since your last boyfriend. Billy knew how much you were struggling in your life and finding out how your ex treated you, he swore if he saw your ex again, he would rearrange those insides of that boy.

Flayed tsk, knowing you weren't really telling him the truth. He lifted you up a bit off his lips while moving your panties to the side and pushing his cock into your dripping cunt. You let out a pain and pleasure at the same time filled with moans as his cock filled you up. Tears ran down your cheeks from the pleasure you were given.

He growled as he guiding your hips up and down. You held onto his shoulder as you bounced up and down on him. One of his hands cupped at your tit, rolling the nipple in between his fingers causing you to curse at him and moan his name. Not Billy. Flayed. You moaned Flayed.

You arched your back causing him to latch his mouth on your neck, licking at the skin there.

" Fuck, Kitten. You're so fucking tight. Has Billy felt you be this tight for him?" Flayed asked as he licks his lips at the sight of you. You only moaned in response as you chased your high.

You glance down watching yourself bounce on his cock, lifting yourself up and down and doing it over and over. Flayed Billy cupped your tits with both of his hands as he buried his face into them. You arched your back feeling him toy with your nipples, earning a loud moan from you.

" Just like that, Kitten. All for me"

" I need more, Flayed. More" you begged. His smirk widen as he thrusted upwards, making you release on his cock. He stilled for a minute with a chuckle as he hasn't cum yet.

" Look at how pretty your tits are Kitten" you look down to see crescent moon indents on your tits and glistering from his mouth lapping at them.

" You're prettier" he threw his head back in laugher before he glances down at you leaning in to kiss you desperate for your lips. But his cock was still inside you as he thrusted up. His hands moved to your hips as he helped you move up and down on him. Your fingers tugged on his sweaty curls as he rode out his high. Your overstimulating cunt screamed for you, but you let him. This wasn't Billy you knew. This was Flayed.

" I'm going to fill you up, Kitten." You moaned at his words, watching his eyebrows knit together as he edged closer to his release, your walls were screaming for him. His mouth continued to lap at your nipples. Thrusting up as he filled your walls with his cum. Flayed panted with his head down still being inside of you.

Your fingers move the strands of his curls out of his face as you lifted his head with your other finger, pursing your lips to kiss. But then you paused because there was a look in his eyes. Fear. You were watching him as the look on his face soften and he looked different.

" B-Billy?" you asked, hesitant. He was panting as he leaned back into his seat. Your fingers touched his cheeks watching his eyes roam over. You were indeed staring into the eyes of Billy Hargrove. Flayed was gone. But then there it was again, the dark gaze and the licking of lips with that smirk.

" Flayed" he nodded. " 'm going to need you to get off of me now, Kitten" he tells you. " Got places to be" he mumbles as he helps you slide off of him. His mouth waters at the sight of your dripping cunt of his cum.

" So pretty" he motions down, " but you are leaking on my seats, kitten. I'll be nice for now but next time you're cleaning it off with your mouth."

You nodded looking over to him to see if there was any sign of Billy there.

" Don't look at me like that, he's not here. Don't look so sad, Kitten" he winks watching you get dressed.

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" Oh Billy... Billy.. Billy.. you silly little pathetic boy" Flayed growls gripping the wheel as he drove. His foot pressed on the gas. " You really thought you'd get out and ask her for help?"

" Leave her alone"

The both of them were fighting in Billy's mind. Billy felt trapped as the monster over took his mind but he was there watching as Flayed took you like he wanted to take you. More differently, first a date and then proceed into that.

" You are too pussy to even touch her like that" Flayed smirked. " Oh? did you really think I wouldn't? Did you see the way she desperately really wanted my cock?"

" You're not what she wants"

" It's what she deserves, did you see the way she bounced on my cock? She looks so pretty, those tits. The way she looked at me"

" You don't know what she wants"

" And you do?" Flayed growled.

" She wants to be in love, what do you know about love?"

Flayed passed because he knows Billy is right. He didn't know anything about love and through it was the most pathetic thing in the world. Who need it?

" That's what I thought. She doesn't love you or care about"

" You think she loves you?" Flayed scoffed.

" I know she does" Billy says, with a smile. He can't help it but he saw the way you were looking at him when you saw that it was him for that moment.

Flayed growled as he put the end of that conversation. He wasn't about to let pathetic thing like love get in the way. He wasn't about to let Billy have what he wants.

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" You know it's dangerous to leave your window open like that, who knows who might climb in?" you rolled your eyes seeing Flayed standing by your dresser overlooking the rings on the small little bowl there.

" Maybe I left it for you" you smirked. Flayed turned his head as he chuckled, " for me?" he pointed himself with a sparkle in his eyes.

" You sure about that Kitten? I mean, I know you aren't so fond of me" he sits on the edge of your bed with his hand on your knee.

You eyes his hand on your knee and lean forward, " Can I talk to Billy?" the hand on your knee movs out of reach as he scowls.

" Why would you want to talk to that pathetic boy?"

" Please.." you begged him putting your hand on his shoulder. The touch from your hand on his shoulder makes something inside of him turn, but it's something he didn't feel before. He turned his head to lock eyes with you searching your face for that something. But what?

" Flayed?" you called out to him.

" And why would I do something like that?" he leans in that you feel his breath on your face.

" Because you care about me" he pulls away with a chuckle. " I don't care about anyone, let alone you" you can tell that something is bothering him and he isn't like this usually.

"Then why do you have that look on your face?"

" What look?' he asks.

" Like your scared of something" he looks down into his lap as he shakes his head. " I don't know what your talking about, I don't get scared of anything."

He feels your fingertips brush over his cheek and he shutters in response but pulls away as he stands up. He wasn't about to let you make him feel like this. He isn't suppose to feel anything at all. Let alone you.

" Flayed.." you softly called out to him.

" Go to bed, kitten" he says making his way to the window. His head t urned to look at you one more time and you catch it. The look in his eyes. There is a fight going on there, you can tell from the color of those eyes and the way his lip is quivering.

" Billy Hargrove, I will find you and I will help" Flayed gaze darkness as he scoffs, " Keep dreaming, Kitten. Keep dreaming."

Then he was gone.

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" What's been going on with you?" Steve asks as he snaps his fingers in front of your face as you stand by the counter at Scoops. You were staring into nothing causing Steve to worry. Robin emerges from the back seeing you still standing there and not ordering your ice cream.

" Are you okay?" she asks you reaching over to feel if your head was hot. It was okay. You were okay. At least to you. To them, they were kinda freaking out.

" 'm fine" you mumbled grabbing the ice cream cone from Steve's hands. You fished into your pockets to pay him when his hand dropped on top of yours and you look up at him to see he was shaking his head.

" But I-" he shakes his head and pushes your hand away.

" On the house, you look like you needed it" you nodded thanking him and waving to Robin as you exit out but your eyes found those dark blue eyes from across the store. He has been following you since the morning you arrived at the mall.

You happen to turn to make your way through the mall feeling him follow you. You didn't understand what he wanted. If he wasn't going to give you time with Billy than what did he want?

Your cheeks flushed as you remembered what happened in the car.

" You look lost, Kitten" he comes up next to you. You are surprised he's out in the open but he has his hood up that no one would notice that it's him.

" Why are you following me?" He shrugs.

" You're really pretty, so why not?" he watches you lick your ice cream with the flick off your tongue. His cock in his pants twitches at the sight as he licks his lips.

" Stop that" he says. You are confused on what he means as you continue when his hand outstretches and takes a hold of the cold ice cream dropping it on the ground.

" That was my ice cream!" He chuckles.

" I asked you not to do that, you disobeyed me. Therefore, you aren't allowed to have nice things like ice cream" he hisses. You know he's glaring down at you with those blue dark eyes but you can't really see because of the way his hair hangs in his eyes.

" Last time I checked, I wasn't yours Billy Boy" Flayed growls as he leans close, towering over you.

" You're mine kitten wether you like it or not. Don't let me catch you agin disobeying me" he looks around seeing some people were looking as he puts his hands in his pockets and walks off leaving you seething, hot and confused over him.

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You knew it was dangerous to be by the pool around this time knowing that he had his shift and he was closing tonight. The locker room door closed as he paused in the doorway leaning against the door with his elbow over his head as he glanced at you.

" Pool closed, kitten. Go home" your feet dipped into the pool as you watched the water swayed back and forth. You were wiggling your toes when a pair of feet stood next to you.

" Are you deaf?" he asked, crouching down. He had bags underneath his eyes as he stared at you with his head tilted to the side. His hair hang over his eyes waiting for your response.

" Do you know how to you use your mouth?" at those words, you turned your head you look at him with no expression on your face. Now, Flayed wouldn't care or listened to you talk about anything other than a good fuck for him, but here he was waiting for you to talk to him. He didn't know what this was.

" What it to you if I stayed?" He sat besides you dipping his feet into the pool as he stared at it. " Why do you keep Billy caged away?"

He is silent for a moment, " He doesn't belong here."

" And you do?" Flayed glanced over to you with a hollow look in his eyes. " Yes" he answers. Before you had a chance to ask him anything else, he pushes you into the pool. You cough on water as you resurface and look at him to see him laughing. Flayed Billy Hargrove was laughing.

Your eyebrow raised as you looked at him getting into the pool. He tugged you close to him that you were chest to chest with him in the water, pressed against one another under the sky. You wondered if he could feel your heart race or how nervous he made you. His hand reached out to brush your hair away from your face while the other grabbed your hip underneath the water.

You gasped at his rough touch.

" You okay there, kitten?" you narrow your eyes watching him. This was something new with Flayed. He cared? Since when? His hand trailed up your back, over to your shoulder, over your neck feeling every inch of your body. His other hand came up to cup your face as his thumb ran over your lips moving your head closer to him that he could kiss you.

You wrap your legs around him and suppress a moan as his hips buck against you. Flayed smirked feeling how your heart was racing against his skin. He liked it. You gasped feeling his hand tangled into your hair and pull on it, getting control over the kiss.

He presses a kiss on your neck, then on the other side.

" Fuck, flayed..," you moaned rolling your hips.

" I want you, kitten," he mumbles against your lips.

" Then maybe we shouldn't fuck in the pool?"

He frowned, then clenched his eyes as he pulled away from you thrashing in the water. You moved away watching with wide eyes. What was going on? He growled as he arched his back all of sudden and then everything stopped. His shoulder shook as he stood with his back to you.

" Are you okay?" you asked. The shoulder slumped and he turned around to face you. His head rose as he panted and there you saw the bluest eyes and those freckles. His eyes held worry in them.

" Billy?' you asked being cautious. He nods as giving you the answer it's him. You slowly move towards him.

" D-Don't" Billy whimpers. " P-please.." he whines with tears rolling down his cheeks. " He-es go-oing to hu-urt you"

" He won't" you shook your head as you stood in front of Billy. Your hand reached out to touch his cheeks and when you did, his hand reached out to catch your wrist in his hand.

" Pathetic" your face dropped as Flayed looks over to you. " I thought you knew better" He tsk in disapproval. " I thought I told you he doesn't belong here"

" I need to go" you mumble. Flayed tilts his head up as he looks at you with slit dark eyes. He doesn't move but a growl escapes from him. Your moving in the water feeling like your heart was about to be going up your throat.

You made a run for it. You had to, Flayed was staring to scare you and you didn't want him to be a part of your life anymore.

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His eyes wouldn't leave off of when you walked into the arcade with Dustin, Mike, Max, Lucas and Will by your side. He couldn't get the feeling off of him on how much you were enjoying yourself without him in his life. He stood by one of the machines with his hood up, he has been fighting Billy in his mind. Billy has been begging Flayed to come out to see you, to make you understand how this worked.

He tried and tried and tried and every time, Flayed had won.

It didn't come to you unnoticed that he was there. You felt a chill go down your spin and the air felt different. The blonde curls weren't a miss from the corner of your eyes and the way his eyes fell on you immediately.

" Are you paying attention?" Dustin clapped his hands in front of your face. You snapped out of your thoughts, " Yeah. Here" you handed the rest of the coins he needed to play while you stood there watching over them.

" Is that..." Max asked in a hush tone as her eyes fell on Flayed in the corner. " Don't look Max, but yes" you nodded. She eyed him whispering, " Do you need me to call Steve?" she asked while you shook your head pushing her back with the others.

When it was time to go, you walked out with the kids pausing in your step seeing he was leaning against the Camaro.

" We're not afraid of you!" Dustin shouted as he was ready to pounce but felt your hand on his chest stopping him. " Go in the car, Dustin" you tell him.

" We can take him" Lucas says as he and Mike rose their fists up in the air. " Get in the car, now" you hissed at them, " you too Max. Will, please" Will took a hold of Max as they hurried into the car. But they all peeked out watching you.

" You scared, Kitten?" he asked, letting his hood down making his curls shake as he glanced over to you. He snapped the gum in his mouth.

" Why would I be scared?" He chuckled, " Last time you ran away from me. Are you running again?" He slide off the hood of his car and took a step towards you.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you eyed him.

" I don't have anything to be afraid of" Flayed look impressed that you were actually standing your ground and not running away like a scared kitty cat.

" I'll see you tonight" he spoke unlocking the doors of the car, " you stay pretty now, Kitten" he winks as he reversed and drove off. You looked at the kids watching and when they saw you were watching them , the ducked down.

" Not a word" you mutter to them as you stared the car.

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Your eyes widen to find him standing in your kitchen the next morning. How did he get in? You looked for any sign of broken windows but your feet were planted on the ground. He stood over the stove cooking breakfast. This wasn't normal at all. Anything about this was not normal.

" What are you doing here?" you finally spoke out, voice shaking with fist clenched by your side.

" Cooking you breakfast, this isn't something I eat. You know" he motioned to the pan, looking over to you like you had another grown head or something.

" Why?" you asked. Flayed chuckled as he turned off the stove and dropped the spatula.

" Because, I like you" something about those words weren't very secure about them. " W-what?" you asked in disbelief. Flayed put his hands on his hips as he shrugged. There wasn't any other answer he could give you but that. He reached out to grab onto your wrist but you stood back.

" Don't you run away, not from me Kitten" he says taking a step towards you but you took one step back, turning around and running up the stairs to your room. You had a small given space underneath the bed that you had enough time to fit underneath there.

You can hear the rage behind Flayed's voice as he stomped up the stairs, his boots hitting on the floor as he walked closer and closer.

" You're really going to hide from me, kitten?"

His voice got louder, like a explosion and it was very deep. You heard it has clear as day from underneath the small space of your bed. He was nearing to your bedroom. He checked one of the bathroom first, then the guest room, he didn't know what room to check because he wasn't been in your house before. Billy has.

" Come out, come out kitten, Flayed isn't going to hurt you. Just has a few words for you" the words were dripping with sarcasm and venom as he opened your bedroom door looking around and you watched from the space you were in as his feet stopped in front of your closer and he opened it. He examined the inside with what he saw there only to scowl.

It was like the panic had disappeared once his boots turned around and he made a bee line to the door. Holding your breath, you knew it wouldn't be too long until he found you. He was going to find you. There was no other way around it.

Flayed wasn't the type of play games like this. But you were going to take every bit of time you had to hide from him. Besides, if you were being honest, him hunting you down down sent a chill down your spine. It was exciting.

Although you didn't noticed that you had coughed all of sudden and the house grew quiet.

No more shouting. No more footsteps. The sudden silence made you crow in fight.

You are right to feel that feeling when a large hand gripped around your wrist and you shrieked, the sound louder than anything as you were dragged out in one motion.

" Found you" His blue eyes were darker shade as they narrowed at you. " Ouch!" you yelped, trying to scramble away but the grasp on your wrist was released and he grabbed onto your hips, refusing to let you.

" You shouldn't of hid underneath the bed otherwise you wouldn't be dragged out like a doll" he scoffed pushing you down on the ground, pinning your body with his. You kept thrashing under him even with the amusement in his eyes. He pushed your legs apart, and pressed his knee a little hard against your heat. You whimpered against him, grinding against his leg. Your body shutters as he watches you, licking his lips.

Your heart felt like it was on the edge of slipping out of your mouth, not even noticing he took off his boots. He might of taken them out somewhere near your room to surprise you. Flayed didn't really like this game at all, but he tried. For you.

" I thought you liked me, this isn't nice..," you whined out underneath him causing him to chuckle from the way you were wiggling under him and trying to escape. His hand that was on your hip rose to hold on your throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't out pressure but was using as a way to show you that you were his.

" Stop moving, kitten" He growled, a warning he was giving you sending it straight to your core and you couldn't help the way your thighs squeezed around his.

" You look so sad, why is that kitten? Lonely, aren't we?"

You were trying so hard to decided wether you should press his buttons or not. You didn't know if he deserved the apology that you ran away scared of him. He was Flayed, he wasn't Billy. He didn't have emotion and he didn't care or did he?

Your voice came out a squeak, " I wasn't.. I-"

" I know, you just wanted my attention"he sneered, giving a tap around your neck, his legs pushed against your body as you whimpered. " Only mine" his breathed against you lips as he got closer, hovering above your wide eyed face. His snarl changed into a wicked grin, that's when you got nervous.

The anxiety in you was building," you like it that I give you attention, don't you?" maybe it was the nerves that were getting you but the squeaks from under him was all he heard. The only pleasure you were getting was the way your hips bucked against his leg, the motion offered you as held you down.

" No answer?" His face pulled back to look down at you as he listens to your breath hitch, but he smirks as he thinks of something.

" Open your pretty little mouth"

That certainly threw you off guard as your brain tried to wrap around his words. You felt a squeeze at your throat, " I said open your mouth, kitten."

You listened and obeyed, you were a mess underneath him listening to his growls making your cunt throb. Your lips came apart, hanging open as he requested. His growling stopped as he spit directly into your mouth letting it land straight on your tongue. The grin on his was wild as he watched the liquid gather on your tongue. You were being his good little girl keeping your mouth open for him to look at.

" See that? I gave you some attention" he declared, smug with his hand tightened around your throat, "now I want you to swallow."

Your eyes fluttered at his command as you swallowed. A groan escapes from him as he watched, he was surprised with the words that came out of your mouth.

" Thank you"

He cursed to himself inside his head as he climbed off of you, releasing you from his body. But it was just for brief moment, before he was manhandling you again, treating you like you were a doll to him. One hand was on your waist while the other gathered the hair in a fist as he pushed you to the bed.

" After your pretty manners, you think you deserve something or. do you think I forgot that you ran away from me?" your body jolted as a smack landed on your ass.

" F-Flayed, pl-lease," you moaned through the sheets as he tugged your pants and panties down to your ankles like a hungry animal.

" P-please.." he mocked you. He gave you another smack on the ass, his plan settling on the swell of the flesh and pulling to reveal you were dripping for him. His breath hitched from the way you were trying to look over your shoulder at what he was doing was cute.

" You are one bad little kitty. If you want me to let you cum, you should be a good girl and apologize,"

" N-No, y-you wouldn't dare.."

" Oh? Is that so?" you gasped and your body jolted feeling his spit land on between your cheeks that he was playing around with and watching it drip. A moan escapes from you feeling his two fingers stuffing inside your cunt, his other hand curved around your thighs so he could curve his fingers. It was hard to protest or say anything to him while he stretched you out with his fingers.

You moaned out his name, Flayed instead of what he wanted with your hands fisting the sheets and your hips tried to grind against his touch, but he helped you stay stead with his hips pressed behind you.

" Flayed!" you moaned.

" Not what I wanted to hear" he tsked sat you, sighing to himself in disappointment. He was focusing on the way he was touching you and made you gasp against him, the moans and cries escaping your lips. When you arched your back and whined for him, that when he focused on that certain spot watching the pleasure build inside of you.

Your little whine and gasps were captivating to him but they weren't what he wanted to hear, his hand yanked at your hair using it as you get your face from the covers where you were hiding it to hear you better.

" What was that? Can't really hear you, kitten? Do I need split you with my cock?"

His palm started to grind into your folds and applying pressure to your clit as your body was coming closer and closer, only for him to pull his hand away at the last minute.

" Please, Flayed... please"it sounded more like a sob than a plead.

He dropped you onto the bed for a moment as he undid his pants as he licked his lips, you turned a bit to look at the bulge that has been pressing against your ass. It made you mewl more for his cock. His cock sprang up, hitting against his stomach.

" I need you to answer my question...I'm waiting.."

" yes, yes," you finally answered him with a small whimper, lifting up your hips up begging for him to take you. " Yes, I wanted your attention. I'm sorry for running away" this time you pleaded with a small sniffle and he was laughing at you at this point as he grabbed your hip with one hand while the other grabbed his cock in the other. He let his length slide between your cheeks, teasing you before slipping it lower into your awaiting cunt. His cock nudged in between your folds, slowly thrusting into you. Every nudge of his tip against your clit draw little gasps that he loves to hear, making you tremble against him, urging him to go on. His body bended over yours, caging you in the bed as his lips hovered over your ear.

" Tell me again" he demanded, his voice was quieter, taunting you with a small lick over the shell. Every shudder, every little gasp and every sound escaped from you caused a laugh to erupt from his chest against your back.

" I'm sorry, Flayed.. I am sorry for running.. I'm sorry.."

A screamed erupts from you as he slams his cock into you fully, making you feel like your walls and everything inside of you was going to erupt. It felt like he was breaking you in half in the best way. Each clam of his hips made you scream over and over. They weren't slow like he started, but they were steady and harsh. Each thrust made the bed creak.

He moved a bit away from you, "I know you like me back" he brought his hand underneath you, trapping your lower stomach as he dragged you up on your toes that you can feel how toyed with you.

It made you cry for him. You felt every inch of him inside of you causing your walls to shatter, made you see stars, your eyes rolling back into your head.

" Rude not to answer, I thought you knew your manners" he growled.

" I do!"

"Good" he snickered, watching you cry and slobber on the bed as you answer him. He picked up the pace a big, focusing on the way his hand was going down in between your legs and giving your clit attention, rubbing small circles as he groaned.

" Need to hear you, kitten" And he did. His name left your lips like a dream, a prayer.

He added the pressure on your sweet spot with his fingers just enough to send you to the edge. Stars appeared behind your eyes as you screamed out before dropping your head on the bed as you came. He thrusted into you a couple of more times, following behind you and painting the inside of your wall with white. Yours and his moans filled the room.

He slipped out of you and panted as he sat on the bed with his head against the wall. The curls stuck to his forehead, his mouth a jar as his body drew in sweats and his blue dark eyes were in slits. While you laid on the bed, panting with slobber as you rolled over on your back.

There was a moment in silence before you heard the groan and a small whimper besides you. Your head snapped towards the noise to see him hunched over and shaking. Immediately you shoot up thinking something is wrong but when he rose his head and you met those blue eyes, you knew it wasn't Flayed looking at you this very moment.

Billy.

His hands reached over to cup your face with both hands as his lips brushed against yours. He wanted to feel you against him, he wanted to know what it was like to kiss you. It felt different when Flayed was in control. This time, he kissed you passionately and desperately.

Your arms wrapped around him as his soft lips moved against yours. You pulled away, breathless.

" How long do I have with you?" Billy's only response was he kissed you again, this time a little harsher with small whimpers escaping his mouth. You let him kiss you for awhile before he pulled away and you were staring back into those dark blue eyes, his grin was wide.

" Happy to see me?" he asked, your hands pulled away from him as he laughed, picking you up carrying you into the bathroom. Flayed Billy might be here, but you knew that the real Billy was in there and had his moments sharing with Flayed on how to look after you.

Maybe this wasn't bad after all. Maybe having Flayed in your life wasn't too bad.

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Be So Good to You

Roomate!Frankie Morales x reader

Fluff, smut (f oral, p in v sex, praise kink, dirty talk if you squint)

2000+words

Frankie and you are roommates and in love with each other, but you're also idiots who don't confess to it

A/N: Both Frankie and reader are in their 20's. Written in both POVs. This is my first time writing in the Pedro fandom. Be kind, rewind reblog

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The boys were all there: Frankie, Will, Benny, and Santi. You told Frankie you'd be home late so if he'd have a date over she'd text to make sure that she'd be gone. So many of his dates were not cool with Frankie having a female roomie, no matter how many times you explained that they were best friends since childhood. But you could understand. Frankie was a catch. Sensitive, caring, and not to mention gorgeous. Those curls of his were always hidden under that stupid ball cap. Didn't deter the ladies, though. Hell if you just met him, you'd...ok, ok, stop. Those thoughts kept coming up and pushing them back in the back of your mind was getting harder and harder after each failed date.

No girl tonight. You hated the leap of joy you felt. The poker table was set up in the middle of the living room, empty beer bottles strewn around the island, pizza boxes open and empty, and sounds of Metallica blasted from the speakers rudely welcomed you home. You cursed quietly from the high volume of the music as you've told Santi to quit playing it so loud since the neighbors called the cops on him last month, but was silently thankful this one time thinking that you could slip in unnoticed. The last thing you wanted to do was rehash the events of this evening. Wiping a tear from your face, you watched their faces, satisfied none of them would see you sneak from the door to the hallway not ten feet away.

"Baby girl!!" Benny roared. You slumped against the wall, facepalming. Not now. Please, not now. Your footsteps were louder now as you ran to the bedroom, locking the door behind you. The music was off now and you heard all of them talking over each other: "She's home?" "I thought..." "Why..." And then footsteps. Frankie. You knew those footsteps. Falling back on your bed you groaned. It had to be Frankie. Not Santi who would make you laugh. Benny would threaten to drag him in a steel cage until he was a bloody mess. Will who would try to stay calm, but you knew everyone would hold him back. You huffed with a half smile. Your protectors. But no, it's Frankie. He's all of them wrapped in one, plus you like him. You grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. Fuck, you loved him.

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A soft knock and your name soothingly came out of his mouth. "Can I come in?" You shook your head, more tears falling, your voice trembled, "Frankie, n-not now." But he stayed. Not moving. Finally his head dropped on the door. "Can I bring you something to eat? Drink?"

Swallowing hard, holding your pillow for comfort you whimpered out a 'yeah,' knowing very well he would stay out there the rest of the night if he had to. Throwing your feet over the edge of the bed, you walked on your toes, listening as his footsteps got fainter, then cracked open your door to make sure he was gone. You took this opportunity to go to the bathroom before he came back. A quick wash to the face and you opened the door. Frankie was at the threshold of the doorway holding a plate of pizza and two beers. You sighed slumping your shoulders in defeat. "Two beers? One and I'm going to bed Francisco."

Glaring at me playfully, he raised an eyebrow and nodded to my door. "Pretend you're mad at me all you want. Open. I'm coming in."

"I hate you." You opened your door. He walked in with a charming grin and countered, "You love me." Watching him walk in, those strong broad shoulders, that curly hair you wanted to just tug on, you thought 'more than you know.'

He placed the pizza and beers on your dresser then plopped himself on your bed, grabbing you by your waist, pulling you on top of him. You squealed, taken by surprise. "Damnit Frankie!" You slid off the bed onto the floor facepalming. "Just...stop, please." The tension in the room filled quickly. Frankie's smile was gone. He crouched in front of you, his hands enveloping yours warmly.

"I'm sorry cariño. What happened tonight? Wait." You watched him walk over to the dresser grabbing the food and drink, offering me the pizza, but you gladly accepted the beer from him. Tears welled up, mostly because of the endearment that he always called you. You despised it, wishing you could be kissing him as he whispered it to you.

You shook your head, tossing up your arms. "Is there something fundamentally wrong with me? I know it shouldn't be a big deal, but I haven't been on a decent date for over a year. Loser after loser. Ginger has been trying to set me up for, damn, I don't know how long, but it seems like the guys I end up liking don't call me, or the creeps want a second date." Your head fell on his shoulder.

He put his arm around you, kissing your head softly. Fuck Frankie, don't make this worse. "Don't you know how amazing you are?" "There are three guys in that other room who know you are too."

"Are you trying to cheer me up? Because if my only option is those three bozos, I'm going lesbian." You pushed his arm off you, walking towards the pizza, biting into it, scrunching your nose. "This is cold!"

Frankie slowly stood up, groaning as he grabbed his back. "Damnit. Ok, your highness, let's go warm up your pizza." You bit back a smile watching him limp down the hallway, groaning and mumbling how much he does for you without any appreciation.

"THERE SHE IS!!" Santiago was grabbing another beer from the fridge, reaching in to grab another and handing it to you, to the complaining shouts of the others. "HEY, HEY, HEY NOW," Santi shouted. "She's the prettiest one here. Get your own fuckers."

Frankie draped his arm around your shoulder. "She's the prettiest girl in the world asshole!" He planted a quick kiss on your cheek. Catcalls were coming from the card table afterwards. Benny grinned, "Ohhhh I knew it!! How long have you two been doing the nasty?"

Grabbing the plate from Frankie you hustled to the kitchen but not before looking at him, chuckling. "What month is this?" As you put the plate in the microwave you caught the smirk on Frankie's face and a quick wink. You turned to the sink, back to him, hoping he didn't see your legs shaking as you washed your hands. You would've rather dunked your face under the spigot.

Grabbing a kitchen towel to wipe your hands, you looked over to the guys. All were engrossed in a nonsensical conversation. All but Frankie, who was giving you an unfamiliar look. As if he was seeing you as someone else. He was looking at your lips of all things. You lowered you head to get to his eye level and he broke out of a spell. You grabbed three beers and walked back to them. "Beers for the unfortunate." Will hooted and hollered his appreciation. Benny fluttered his eyelashes. "Thank you pretty girl."

You slapped his shoulder. "Next one's going over your head jackass." Handing the last to Frankie you smiled softly. "Thanks for the talk. It helped."

"I'm always there for you cariño. You know that." His gaze stayed a few seconds too long which made you suddenly uncomfortable.

"I'm uh, gonna go watch TV in the bedroom. Probably won't hear anything out here." You found it hard to look him in the eyes. God all you wanted to do was kiss him after you felt his lips on your cheek. Ok, maybe a little more than that, but you're not a slut.

"C'mon stay. We'll be quiet." He took you by the arm, pulling you towards the couch.

"Frankie, I wasn't even supposed to be here. It's no big deal." Memories of your horrible date came flooding back. You sighed, turning to go.

His brows furrowed together. "Don't." "HEY GUYS! POKER NIGHT IS NOW MOVIE NIGHT!!"

"Damnit Frankie."

"Huh?" "What? Why?" "I'm winning here." There was a pause and I could feel all eyes on me. "MOVIE NIGHT!!"

You glared. "I seriously hate you. I don't want to be out here."

He watched the guys cleaning up then looked at you cupping your cheeks, "And I don't want you to go back to being sad about some asshole who didn't know what an awesome woman he had slip through his fingers."

You tried so hard to be angry with him but he made it so impossible with those soulful brown eyes and the sincere words. "You make it so hard to hate you Morales."

***

By the end of the first movie Benny, Will, and Santi were asleep. "Lightweights," Frankie chuckled as he rubbed my feet.

"How come you're not passed out too? Poker night started early didn't it?" You leaned back and moaned happily. Frankie Morales was a genius with foot rubs.

"It did, but I only had one beer all day. Well, plus the half in your room, but I'm the designated driver." He chuckled as he looked at them spread out on the furniture. "Well, I'll call an Uber and get their asses outta here."

Santi slurred an address to the driver when he arrived and Frankie and you waved them off. "They really should have stayed the night."

Frankie quickly interjected. "Oh hell no! Have you ever heard Benny snore when he's drunk? Louder than a Mac Truck. And Will farts in his sleep."

You snorted. "Well that's something I really didn't need to know."

Frankie smirked. "Just in case you ever thought of going out with him, it's vital information."

As you two walked in the house you shook your head laughing. "I bet you'd give me the bad qualities of all of your friends to keep me away from them."

"Damn right woman, I'm keeping you all to myself."

You closed your eyes and wished he wouldn't say those things to you. Doesn't he know how much you want him? Just be able to...

"C'mon, we have another movie to watch. I'll make popcorn." You watched him practically skip to the kitchen. And the way his back hurts, if you were to say no, it would be like kicking a puppy. You got comfortable on the couch and searched for a movie on Netflix.

"You ever see 'The Bubble' Frankie?"

"No, but I heard it was kinda stupid. Santi said there's a guy in there that looks like me," he shrugged. "Why, you wanna watch Frankie in action?"

"Yup." You got the movie ready to play and stretched out on the couch, waiting for Frankie. He placed the popcorn on the coffee table, and said, "Lift up."

"No." You pointed to the loveseat.

"It's over to the side and I can't see-eeeee," he stomped his feet, whining.

You looked up at him, sitting up. "Oh my God, how old are you?"

"Old enough to get my way." He plopped down and pulled you down, your head on his lap. "Need a pillow?"

"No, your squishy legs do just fine." You giggled as he tickled you. Frankie grabbed the remote and started the movie. When the Frankie look-alike came on the screen you said, "Whoa. He does look like you."

"Are you shittin me? That man is a hot mess." Frankie shoved a huge handful of popcorn in your mouth. "Don't you dare say I look like him."

You spit out the food from laughing too hard. "OK, when you're hung over you look like that. All messy hair, tired looking, all cute and shit."

"Aww, you think I'm cute?" He snuggled you into him and you slipped your arms around his waist. "The cutest Morales."

You kept my arms there for a while until you were fighting a losing battle with your bladder. "Lemme up."

"Huh? Why?" He arched his back letting me slip my arm out.

"Gotta pee." You ran down the hall and shut the bathroom door. Not only did you have Frankie behind you, but you had a chaotic replica on TV. My Lord, this movie kinda sucks but you'd watch it over and over just for this Dieter character. You went to the kitchen to get a bottle of water and found Frankie slumped over the island, his hair messed up, looking up at you with drooping eyes. "Will you have sex with me?"

Your heart stopped for a split second until you realized that it was a line from the movie. You chuckled nervously. "God I hope this isn't your pickup line." You opened the water and drank half of it to stop yourself from screaming YES I WILL HAVE SEX WITH YOU!

He rest his head on the palms of his hands. "Didn't answer my question."

You pushed passed him. "Cmon Morales let's finish the movie and go to bed." His eyebrows lifted. "SEPARATELY." He sat back on the couch and you chose to sit at the other end. "Damn what's getting into you?"

He pulled you down, saying your name. "I'm just kidding. C'mon. Get comfy." Pff, get comfy he says. Let me change my underwear then I might get comfy. But you ended up nuzzling into his soft tummy and fell in and out of sleep. You felt his hand running through your hair, causing a small whimper to betray you. You were where you needed to be. Where you were supposed to be. With Frankie Morales.

***

I watched her sleep. She was so beautiful. She is so beautiful. The feel of her hair through my fingers was torture. Knowing that this was the only way I would be able to do it. If she knew how I really felt about her. How much I loved her. That I would do anything for her. She has only thought of me as her best friend, like a brother. She has never given me any hint that she has romantic feelings for me. My head fell back on the couch. I would suffer through walking with a back brace for a month if we could stay like this all night. Force myself to stay awake to revel in it.

She turned and grabbed onto me tighter, a small smile on her face. I prayed and prayed she wouldn't wake. Just looking at her angelic face I couldn't imagine why she had a hard time finding someone to love her. Oh cariño, I would be so good to you. The words "I love you," slipped from my mouth when she lift her head. "Hey sleepy one," I whispered.

She looked up at me, one eye open, confused as to why she was on the couch. "What time is it?" she asked through a yawn.

"Three sixteen cariño." She got up quickly and rubbed her neck. "Ooowwww." "Why didn't you wake me up?"

I shrugged. "What for? It's Saturday. We're not working. You were beat."

"But...geez. You slept like that? With your back Frankie?" She was more angry than worried. "Damnit Frankie, wake me up next time wouldya?" She held out her hands. "Lemme help you up."

I got up slowly, waving her off. "I'm not an invalid ya know. You make me feel like that old woman in the meme 'sure grandma let's get you to bed.'"

She stiffled a giggle. "OK I'm sorry. But we should get to bed." I looked at her as she walked down the hall wishing I could just to hold her in my arms until morning.

***

I simultaneously love and hate watching her come into the kitchen for breakfast. My heart beats a mile a minute as she stumbles in wearing sleeping shorts and an old boyfriend's tshirt. She said it was the best thing she ever got out of that relationship but I still grit my teeth when I see it. He had no respect for her. Then again I never liked anyone she went out with.

But her hair is tousled from sleep, no makeup marring that flawless face and as much as I try not to notice, that woman has the most beautiful legs.

"Bacon, eggs and coffee if you want my dear." The image of her sleeping on me last night still burns in my brain. "Mmhmm," she moaned behind me. I smiled as I poured coffee into her favorite mug: And Here We Fucking Go Again...I Mean Good Morning. Placing her breakfast in front of her, I smiled mischievously, "Get enough sleep?"

"Quit. How's your back Morales?" She asked with a mouthful of eggs.

"You learn to speak in charm school?" After I received the finger for that comment I answered, "Don't worry about me. What are you doing today?"

She looked at me long and hard. I knew her well. She was feeling guilty. I put up my hand, saying her name softly. "I'm fine. I took some Motrin when I woke up and I'm good."

"Damnit Frankie. Just...you should've woke me. Let me make it up to you." Truthfully I wanted to do a repeat of last night but sleeping like that again would put me in traction.

"You're so frickin stubborn, you know that. So what do you want to do?"

"I'll pay for a massage. I know a..."

I stood up from the stool, wincing. "No! I'm not having anyone touch me like that."

She looked at me in horror. "Like what? It's not a whorehouse. It's a spa, idiot!"

"No, I know. Just no. I'll make an appointment with the doctor ok?"

She sighed in frustration. "Pills are not the answer Francisco." She hesitated, looking down then wincing. "I can do it?"

Let her do it? Fuck. I rubbed the back of my neck. This is dangerous territory. A massage would feel great and besides, if I get too worked up, a little relief in the shower would help. It usually does. "Don't you uh, need a table or something?"

She was getting nervous for some reason. "No, no that's for professionals. We can do it on your bed." Her face froze. "I'm just...you know forget I asked. It's dumb."

"No, no, actually that sounds like a great idea. But if you break me, you buy me." She twist her lips, but agreed to do it. I loaded the dishwasher both excited and dreading this moment.

***

You walked to your bedroom. 'I can do it.' Holy mother of Satan what the flyin fuck is wrong with you?! Your face was hot already thinking about a half naked Frankie on his bed. You've seen him shirtless before and yes it was more than you could have ever imagined. Broad shoulders, his pecs were mouthwatering, biceps absolutely perfect...not too muscular, just, in a word...perfect, and the best part: his tummy. That soft fuckin tummy of his. You wanted to nibble on it.

Your name being spoken on the other side of the door awkwardly interrupted your daydream. "I'll be in the, uh, bedroom when you're ready." You were so confused as to why he was hesitant. Damn. It's just me Morales. I'm the one suffering here.

Walking into his bedroom, you felt like you were meeting your maker instead. Frankie left his door open and you saw him laying on the bed, face down, with just shorts on. Damn you'd love to bite that ass. Ok girl, calm down, calm down. He's your best friend. That's all. You silently whimpered as you looked at him. Why can't he love you?

Knocking lightly on the door you greeted him. "You sure you don't want to back out? I've never done this before." Dontsaynodontsayno.

"Are you kidding cariño? I trust you with my life." He smiled softly at you and you just wanted to kiss his stupid face.

"You're too sweet Morales." Straddling his thighs without drooling on him, you stared at his back muscles. Your breath exacerbated. Lord even his shoulder blades were sexy. Blinking hard, you got every dirty fantasy you've had about this man out of your head and cleared your throat. "OK, most of your pain is in your lower back isn't it Mr Morales?" You bit your lip knowing he would comment on that.

Turning his head he said, " I'm sorry is my dad here?" You giggled. "Yes my lower back hurts, which leads me to the question...should I remove my shorts?" He waggled his brows and your eyes widened.

"Damn Frankie could you not!" Your hands were shaking now. "I'm trying to be serious."

He pouted playfully. "OK, I'm sorry. Shorts stay on. Of course they will."

The first contact to his back made him tense but he quickly relaxed under your touch. You rubbed his lower back, putting pressure on both sides. He groaned and you quickly stopped. "Hurt?"

"Oh god no, feels perfect." He stretched catlike and eased onto the mattress.

You felt powerful as you heard his purrs in his pillow. A couple slipped from your mouth as well. God the noises he was making. Twenty-five minutes in, you leaned closer to his ear. "You feeling any better Morales?"

He groaned in pleasure. "Don't call me Morales. Your...Frankie." You momentarily stopped, then rubbed his shoulders. You could barely think as you had this man half naked under you, but what did that mean? 'Your Frankie." The man is probably blissed out and can't comprehend a word you're saying. If you told him you were pregnant with his baby right now, he'd be overjoyed. You were proud at this moment for getting him in this condition.

But you also wanted to enjoy this while it lasted. Frankie Morales was the most perfect man in every way. Kind, generous, loyal, and hot as hell. His eyes were closed and you weren't sure if he was sleeping or not. You began daydreaming as you continued massaging him. The pressure became lighter on his shoulders as you looked down at him. You imagined doing this for him every night when he came home from work to relieve his pain. Even if it was light tender touches. Your heart ached for him. "Be so good to you." It was barely a whisper.

"Cariño." He breathed.

***

Those five words were spoken by the beautiful angel that has captured my heart and in my wildest dreams I would have never thought I'd hear. She tensed above me when I said her given name.

"Y-yeah?"

"Would you like to get off me so I can talk to you?"

"I don't think so?"

I chuckled. "Cariño, we can't stay like this all day." She lift one leg over my back and stood up, walking to the corner of the room like a wounded animal. "What are you doing over there?"

"I...I don't know if I want to hear what you have to say Morales." Her look was guarded.

I walked towards her slowly and tilt my head smiling. "I told you not to call me that anymore."

"You were half asleep."

"I'm your Frankie." Closer and closer I got. "You said you'd be so good to me." My eyes were warm, happiness written all over my face. "How long cariño?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Her face and shaky voice betrayed her.

"Yes you do." I approached her as if I was trying to catch a bunny who might run away.

"I don't want to talk about this Frankie. Please?" She looked like I was going to hurt her and I had to stop.

I ran the back of my fingers down her face and felt a tear forming. Tilting my head and smiling softly I asked, "And if I told you I love you?"

"You love me Frankie?" Her eyes welled with tears, looking at me with such hope. I nodded as I caressed her cheek, looking in those beautiful eyes I dream about nightly. "For how long?"

My lips hovered over hers. "A lifetime." Our lips barely brushed. She pressed her lips onto mine and crooned my name. It had never sounded so sweet. Our foreheads touched, her hand behind my neck, running her fingers through my hair. "Frankie..." Her voice was quiet, happy. "I love you so much."

I leaned down to take her bottom lip in my mouth. "Beautiful...bebita." Her knees buckled. A moan came from deep within her throat. "Kiss me Frankie." Her tongue slipped in my mouth delicately, slowly rolling around mine in a torturous dance. My hands pulled her closer by the back of her head, the kiss heated now. Tongues were frantic, her breath huffed in my mouth passionately, her hands gripping my shoulders. "I love you Frankie," she whispered against my mouth.

"I love you bebita." Bringing her hand to my mouth I kissed it, my eyes never leaving hers. "I never thought that this would ever happen."

She lowered her head, biting her lip. When she looked up at me her eyes were doe-like. Her voice was so low I couldn't hear her.

***

"Will you make love to me Frankie?" He tilt his head in confusion and kissed your forehead asking you to repeat yourself. It was hard enough to get it out the first time. You blushed and took a breath. "Will you please make love to me?"

His reaction was mixed: shock, surprise, joy, elation. But he wouldn't say anything. "For heavens sake Frankie, say something. I feel like an idiot." He swooped you up in his arms and kissed you slowly, his breath shaky. "Only if you are absolutely sure bebita." You nodded. "My room."

He kissed you tenderly the entire way, never bumping into the furniture or walls. Very smooth Morales. He placed you on your bed gently and toed of his shoes and socks, while you kicked off your dress sandals. My God you felt like a virgin you were so nervous. Moving a strand of hair behind your ear, he looked at you lovingly. "You doing ok?" You nodded, looking at him in anticipation. Holding out your arms you pulled him down for a kiss. "Never been better."

Frankie lay propped up on his elbow beside you, tracing his finger down your cheek. "We'll go at your pace." Your name was so tender coming from his lips it gave you goosebumps. Taking his face in your hands you pulled him in for a kiss. Sweet, slow and loving, yet your body screamed for him. You yanked on his shirt to bring him closer. He purred your name, the tone of his voice was something you ached to hear, causing you to moan in his mouth, your leg hooking over his. Breaking off the kiss, you asked him to say it again. He obliged your request telling you how much he loves you. Frankie's hands caressed your shoulders and arms. You wanted to take it slow but his touch was electrifying. Rolling on top of him you kissed his neck, licking slowly up to his ear. "Frankieeee, I love you, I love you, I love you." Nuzzling him and sucking his tender skin caused him to groan and he pressed you against him, your hips not flush with his yet. You loved that he didn't try to push you any further.

He moaned pathetically against your hair. "Love you so much bebita."

***

It was torture not to be able to touch her. Her mouth felt so good on my neck. My God I've waited so long for this I don't know if I could last long inside of her. I couldn't help but squeeze her arms at the thought. Inside her wet pussy. My hips moved, my cock ached in my jeans, threatening to burst out. "Fuck. You're driving me crazy." She lift up to pull my shirt over my head. With no immediate attempt to take hers off I betrayed myself by slumping my shoulders. She smiled wickedly and leaned down. "Go ahead baby." My breath hitched. I hooked my fingers and slowly lift her shirt over her head. Her nipples were hardened under a white cotton bra. I licked my lips and waited for instructions. "I'm not stopping you am I?" Her voice was syrupy smooth. My hands reached around her back and as I unhooked her bra, she lift her head, eyes closed, moaning in pleasure. Her full breasts were perfect. I whispered her name in awe, licking my lips. "You don't need permission anymore Frankie. I'm yours." Her eyes were hooded. "Always was. Always will be."

I kissed her lips tenderly. "I'll never be with anyone else again bebita." Nuzzling her neck, I inhaled her intoxicating scene and whispered her name. Licking and sucking love bites on her made a purr come from her throat. "Mmm...you like that?" My hand ran down the opposite side of her neck, traveling down to her breast. Her breath hitched and quiet obscenities escaped her mouth. I caressed her breast as I continued licking her neck, enjoying the effect I had on her. "You're so beautiful cariño." My mouth lowered in between her breasts, both of my hands now on each of them.

"Fuck Frankie." I took a nipple in my mouth. She grabbed my shoulders, writhing beneath me. "Sooo good." Tweaking one and sucking the other had her over the edge. "Need you."

***

His mouth and hands were absolute magic. You needed his tongue in you, on you, his cock. Everyfuckingthing. You bucked your hips, taking his head in your hands. "Please Frankie. Need you so much."

A wide smile crossed his face. "We just started bebita. Don't you want to savor it?"

You raised your hips. Eyes pleaded. "Please take off my jeans. You said we'd go at my pace. We'll savor the next time."

He chuckled as he took the zipper down. "Just so you know, next time will be shortly afterwards. This is going to be a long day...and night."

You put your hands behind your head as you watched him remove your pants. With an arched brow, you smirked. "I'm not complaining here."

He left your panties on and slid back up between your legs. Licking his lips he sighed happily. "Bebita. Been dreaming of this." Frankie smelled you through your panties and fluttered his eyes closed. "Just as I imagined." You bent your knees and he took them off. "Damn you're so beautiful."

Dipping the tip of his tongue into your pussy, taking a long swipe, he hummed in ecstasy. "You taste delicious bebita." You grabbed his hair, tugging at those curls that you've dreamt of doing, and begged for more. He licked slowly, watching your face as he sucked on your clit. He licked through your pussy in circles, over your clit, all around it, up and down, taking his time with the intention to tear you apart. And he was doing a damn good job.

Frankie pushed two fingers in your soaked cunt as he licked you and your head pushed back into the pillow. Whispered obscenities were heard when he pumped his fingers faster. "You're so wet baby. Have you always been this wet for me?"

You nodded emphatically. "Fuck Frankie. Always wanted this. Always wet just for you."

His eyes were mischievous. "You think of me when you were with your loser boyfriends?" He sucked on your clit again and you bucked your hips up to his face.

"Always Frankie. Allll-wayyyys." His tongue moved faster and your body was hot.

"You gonna come for your Frankie?" He sucked harder and you clenched down. Your juices splashed over his face. He drank all that he could, sucking greedily. You shuddered and bucked against his mouth as you silently screamed. The orgasm went on and on. "Taste so good. Need more." How you were able to follow his orders you'll never know but a second one took over your body. "Fuuuuck!" It was more powerful than the first. Frankie grabbed onto your ass and licked greedily through your orgasm. He watched you in awe. "So fuckin beautiful when you come."

***

You barely had time to catch your breath when you noticed he was totally naked and climbed on top of you, his hard cock running across your thigh. "God bebita please tell me I can make love to you."

"Please Frankie." You lift your legs and pulled his body close. He pumped his cock and ran it over your tender clit, eliciting a giggle from you.

You had never seen it before but you felt it inside you. Holy shit, you felt it! Your body bucked up as he slid in with ease, but damn you were not prepared. Fingernails digging into Frankie's back you cursed in his ear. He groaned out your name with an apology. "I should've warned you." He slowed his thrusts and you bit his shoulder, both of you moaning out loud, not really caring about the pain. It was excruciatingly pleasurable. In the best way possible. "Faster Frankie," you pleaded.

"Are you sure?"

You fell back giving him a mischievous look, "Yes Frankie." He bent down kissing your neck. "Vixen." His thrusts were faster. You were thrashing. "Fuuuu...oh shit." He slowed, looking concerned and you furrowed your brows in mock annoyance. "Fuck me I said."

His eyes immediately darkened. "Bebita, that mouth of yours." A smug smile appeared. "I might have to fill it later."

Your eyes widened. Hips meeting his harder, you shook your head playfully. "Francisco Morales, if you want me to suck your cock you just need to ask politely."

His eyes fluttered closed as he stuttered my name. "Shit, I'm gonna come if you keep that up."

"Come inside me Frankie. Fill my cunt up baby and I'll drink your cum later."

He leaned down and grabbed your shoulders. "NNNNNFFFF...." His cum flowed inside me, the grip on you hard as he cursed and said your name. He rolled off of you, his body lay limp. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

You giggled. "For what? That was the best sex I've ever had."

"You didn't get to come baby girl." His bottom lip jutted out.

You smacked his cheek playfully. "That's not important to me. Besides, I'm one up on you. So technically I owe you one." "And...it's gonna be one you won't forget," you said with a smirk.

****

I brought back washcloths from the bathroom to clean her. Her eyes were full of desire still. "How many washcloths do you think we're going to use today?"

Crawling over her I nibbled her neck. "I don't know. We might run out." I looked down at my half-hard cock and smirked. "You said you wanted to even out the score." I licked her ear, my breath hot and purred, "Can you fit all of that in your mouth?"

Her eyes fluttered closed as she slid gracefully off the bed and reached for my cock. I flinched then let out an animalistic growl as she teasingly ran her fingers up and down it. "I guess I'll have to find out." Her finger swiped through the precum and she gave me the most vexing smile as she wrapped her tongue around her finger and sucked. Her mouth hollowed as she took the head of my cock in and sucked lightly, moaning in pleasure. I grabbed her hair, my head falling back. "Fuck baby girl."

Slowly dragging her fingers down my length she sought out my balls, cupping them in her palm as she sucked down further. Dragging her tongue up the underside had me moaning her name. "You're so big Frankie." She looked at my cock in awe, licking and biting her bottom lip. Sucking on the head again she hummed, looking up at me. It was the most beautiful sight in the world. Rolling it around her mouth over and over, moaning, rolling my balls in her palm, taking in as much as she could to please me. She pumped the bottom of my cock, whatever she could not take. "Such a good girl." That spurred her on. Her head moved faster, mouth sucking harder, moaning louder. I was amazed. She had a praise kink. "Taking me so well. That's it." She looked up at me, her eyes pleading, she breathed harder around me. Squeezing my balls lightly I closed my eyes and smiled. "Soooo good for me aren't you?" She smiled around my cock. "I'm gonna come bebita..." My balls tightened. "M-mouth?" She nodded with a smile. Rubbing my balls faster sent me over the edge. A tight grip on the back of her head, I spilled down her throat in thick ropes and she took every drop. "F-fuck fuuuck." She sucked the head slowly and deliberately falling back on the balls of her feet.

Covering my face I moaned long and hard, purring her name. "You are perfect in every single way." I furrowed my brows as she walked out of the bedroom. "Where are you going?"

Smirking she looked at me. "Getting water. You're gonna need to stay hydrated if this is an all night session." She walked out the door with a wink.

"God I love that woman."

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[romanarose]

Quality Time with the Triple Frontier Boys

Triple Frontier Master List

All fanfic master list

Thoughts on the TF boys expressing their love for you through Quality Time.

Acts of Service Physical Touch Word of Affirmation

Warnings: References to smut (what can i say), references to religion, church etc, references to past child abuse

Benny Miller

Benny Miller is game for almost anything, any time; he loves fun. In fact, that's how you and him met! You and some friends had gone out for lazer tag and ran into Benny, Will, Santi, and Frankie. You found out later that they were all on a former special ops team, but you and your friends kicked ass (Santi insists it was because Benny was so distracted by you) Since then, you like going out for fun activities, sometimes just with him, sometimes group activities with your friends, like escape rooms. Benny was a great person to do this sort of thing with, because he didn't care if he won or lost, Benny was just happy to spend time with you and the ones he loves. Benny gets to know your friends too, making plans that include them and inviting them to come over for a movie if you were feeling down. He was happy to spend time with them, if they were important to you, they were important to him.

*

You soon realized why he was so ready to embrace your friends and family. Benny grew up in abuse, his dad beating him, and his mom too drunk to pay much attention, leaving that to Will. Because of this, Will was extremely important to him and when you first began dating, you were quick to invite Will, Santi, and Frankie over. Benny was buzzing with excitement, telling you how you're going to love them how much they are going to adore you. You were so nervous; you knew how much their approval meant to him. What if they didn't like you? Would Benny leave you? What if they were mean? What if Will thought you weren't good enough for his younger brother? Within a minute of meeting them, you knew your worries were for nothing. Benny's friends and brother were three of the nicest men you'd ever met, and quickly embraced you as their close friend's girlfriend. Dinner went well, and by the end, you felt like you belonged with them. As they left, Will welcomed you into the family. That night, Benny showered you with kisses as he grinned, thanking you for such a good night.

Santiago Garcia

Santi also loved a simple night in... but sometimes he liked a night out, which you were happy to provide. Sometimes it was going out with his friends, but sometimes it was just him and you on the dance floor, bodies close together, or him spinning you around and around, whichever way you prefer to express yourself through dance. Santi loved watching you. He thought you were beautiful with or out without getting dressed up, but he couldn't help how his heart swelled with pride watching you all dolled, hanging on his arm, his and only his. He looked how you looked in a dress, romper or a nice suite, he adored your done-up hair or a beautiful head covering that you chose to match the outfit you wore, and the primal part of his brain liked knowing that other men stared at you, but they couldn't have you. Most importantly, the music and dancing made you happy, and there was nothing Santi loved more than seeing you happy.

*

You love simple pleasures, there's nothing you love more than to lay on the couch with Santi's arms wrapped around you and watching TV. Trailing his fingers down his strong arms, focusing on his steady breathing, wiggling your butt into his crotch... okay you'd be lying if you didn't admit you liked how it often lead to sex, but a different kind of sex than many of your other ventures; it was slower, sensual, taking time to appreciate his body and taking each other in. But it wasn't just about sex, you were more than happy to simply be. He was your home, and nothing felt better than simply existing in his safety.

Will Miller

Will was the classic romantic partner and you realized this very early on in your relationship. You could always count on him to bring you flowers 'just because', dressing nice to make a good impression on your family or friends, a kiss on the first date but nothing more until he felt the time was right and you both were comfortable, and romantic dates were a most. Of course he took you out to nice restaurants, always planning ahead to make sure they had options for you if you had allergies, were vegan or vegetarian, or religious restrictions, but he also planned dates with more effort. The petting zoo became a favorite between the two of you, something simple on a nice day, seeing the animals, maybe bringing a picnic, maybe getting warm apple cider if it's cool out, or ice cream if it's warm. Will liked being able to just hold your hand, letting you talk or just enjoying the sound surrounding you, it didn't matter as long as he was with you.

*

Will had a lot of skills. He was an excellent marksman, a good leader, but his best skills were with his hands, which you could absolutely vouch for. Outside of sex, Will was skilled in many things considered masculine: cars, work working, plumbing and so on, and as much as you could manage things on your own, it was, admittedly, very nice to have a big, strong, man around the house to take care of these things for you. You didn't just leave him to it, however, you enjoyed spending time with him while he worked. Admittedly, it was a bit of a turn on to watch him, all manly, but you did genuinely like watching him; he took such pride in his work. So, you bring him out some coffee to the garage or a snack while he works on the paneling of your house. Pulling up a chair, you ask him to explain what he's doing. Warmly, Will smiles at you, and begins to tell you how it worked. He was clear, but never patronizing, but it still largely went over your head. It didn't matter though, because he'd always be there to do it. Over time, you learned a few things, and would begin to help him. Maybe it would go by faster if you weren't 'helping' him, but it didn't matter, you were just happy to be here with him.

Frankie Morales

What was important to you was important to Frankie, and that was that. If you were really fucking into the MCU, he'll go to the midnight premier, even if he thinks its cheesy. If you have a band you really love, he'll go with you, even if crowds make him nervous, having you go alone would make him even more nervous. Waiting in long lines for hours didn't matter, being with you was enough. And, if you were religious or spiritual, Frankie would be there for you with that too. If your region allowed outside people to worship services, he'd go with you when able, especially on holidays or if your whole family was going. If you weren't a part of anything involving a physical place of worship, he'll do his best to support you, creating a nice area for you to pray, or buying religious items. Frankie will support you in anything that brings you peace or joy or is a part of you.

*

And like he supported things important to you, you supported things important to him. You loved cooking for Frankie, trying out new recipes and fun themes, enjoying sharing parts of your culture and life with him, whether food your grandma used to make, a food that was important to your family's home country or religion, or even just something you ate growing up from your city. Frankie always showered your food in praise, but one day he made an off handed comment about wishing he could make you some Chilean food. Frankie can't cook for shit. It was just something he said in passing, but it stuck with you. A few days later, Frankie came home to the dinning room table filled with food that he quickly recognized. "Carino... what is this?" You explained that you called his mom, and asked what his favorite foods were growing up, and she was kind enough to text you the recipes. You spent the evening eating with him, trying a little bit of everything as he explained about the food, and sharing memories of growing and the good times with his family.

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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! Relbogs help a LOT, comments mean the world to me! The last one is gifts, and im kinda stumped. I love giving and reciving gifts but i dont fucking know how to write it, so if you have any ideas, comment! Im so glad you guys have liked this so much!!!! I hope you check out my other Triple Frontier fics!

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[creepling]

Hiiii!!!!! please please pleaseeeeeee keep writing for sammy fabelman😭 (pref gender neutral or male reader) maybe meeting his parents and family for the first time? also please tag me in any sammy writings i love them!!!!!

remember to drink water!! <3

gif cred: @manderley

ask and you shall receive!

meeting the fabelmans - headcanon (gn!reader)

sammy would speak low of his family, not in a nasty way, just because he knows that his family will 100% embarrass him.

mitzi will show you embarrassing baby photos. his sisters will ask you intrusive questions, and burt will ask if you're up-to-date with the news on computing science and bore you to death.

but the biggest worry was the family secret - he hasn't told you yet. how can he introduce his parents to the love of his life when their own marriage is falling apart?

you, on the other hand, were estatic to meet sam's family.

if you're jewish, you'd find comfort in meeting another family just like your own; as sammy is the only other jewish person in the school.

if you're not jewish, it's not a concern; the fablemans have no quarrems with that kind of thing, and that's all that matters.

mitzi would suggest going on another camping trip, using the bonding moments to get to know you and let you see what activities they like to do as a family

burt, however, suggests just inviting you over for dinner; not to get you too overwhelmed. "nothing beats good company while eating a nice meal."

ultimately it's up to sammy how he'd like to introduce you, and ends up going with the dinner option.

"at least it's easier to run off from a dinner table than the middle of a forest" his excuse was.

you ask "what makes you think i wanna run off?"

"not you, per say. was thinking more me running away, to save me any embarrassment"

you try your best to make a good first impression

wearing your best clothes, polished your shoes, got your mum to bake a cake as a gift.

sammy insisted you didn't need the cake, so when you arrived with it in hand, you felt a bit foolish.

but as mitzi opened the door, and her face lit up at the sight of you (glimpsing the cake) you felt less nervous.

you're welcomed with open arms. literally. the minute burt took the cake with thanks, mitzi engulfed you into a hug.

"you never told me they were so handsome/pretty, sammy" she says

sammy rolls his eyes "yeah, forgot to mention that obvious bit of information"

everytime sam makes a sarcastic remark, you shoot him a stare like "chill out, ok?" and he tries to calm his nerves.

the fabelmans took their turn in talking with you.

you chat with reggie and natalie while mitzi cooks, chuckling at the cheeky remarks they make about there brother

"we never thought he would date anyone!" they both giggled.

"fun fact, it was actually me that spoke to him first, he was so shy" you told.

their giggles grow in volume, "that's no surprise!"

sammy sinks lower in his seat. wishing he could disappear.

like sam guessed, when you all sit at the table and grab servings, burt asks you questions about school; what you're studying, what job you want to persue, do you think about going to college, etc.

you tell him about your ambitions, and he seems impressed.

he talks rambling about computing science, telling you how it'll kick off in the next decade, and it's a good profession to get in.

"they don't wanna do that stuff, dad," sammy sighs.

"no no no, keep going mr. fabelman, it sounds really interesting"

you genuinely are interested, seeing a father be so excited about something. but you also wanted to playfully nudge sammy, knowing it'll annoy him.

you talk to benny also, erupting in laughter at his silly stories and bent-double jokes.

sammy seems a little tense when you talk to him, but you try to shrug it off.

if only you knew what was really going on.

finally, mitzi has her moment to shine with you. you gives you random compliments, getting and giddy and saying "oh my boy is so lucky!" and it makes you blush.

after dinner she goes to her piano and asks you your favourite song. the family chant about how talented she is at piano, and you're eager to listen.

"i really like that one song on the radio, oh i can't mind the name..."

"i know exactly which one it is!"

mitzi stretches her fingers and begins to play. you know it immediately, looking to sammy with a smile. he smiles back, glad to see you happy.

by the evening, you thank the fabelmans for the wonderful meal, and expressed how you genuinely enjoyed yourself.

they welcomed you so fluently, it was a surprise. you were gratified by their generousity and kindness.

"you're welcome anytime," they say, insisting sammy to bring you every weekend.

sammy begins to walk you home, growing silent. he lets out a distressed sigh.

"wasn't so bad, was it?" you say.

"surely you get that most of that was all a front," sammy rolls his eyes.

"and what? all families have their skeletons in the closet. my family has a chest full of them!"

sammy stops in his tracks, staring in a cautious matter, as if he wanted to tell you a secret. you grew worried.

"there's stuff you don't know, okay? and... i'm just not ready to tell them. one day i'll tell you, but right now, i feel like i can't tell anyone, like i have to die with this secret."

you could almost feel the weight on his shoulders. your eyes grew in sympahy.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and planted a kiss on his lips, him reacting swiftly and returning the favour; your embrace soothing him.

you pulled away, looked into his eyes, and say "you can tell me when you're ready, i'm here for you; always,"

sam smiles, appreciative of your gentle sympathy. he walks you the rest of the way home, holding your hand in his.

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