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paisley-print · 2 years

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Epilogue

After fleeing your abusive husband and changing your name, you find yourself in the small coastal town of July, North Carolina. Soon you meet Frankie Morales, Air Force Veteran and single dad. As the two of you grow closer, you begin to let go of your past and learn to love again. That is until a strange man shows up in town, and you ’re forced to choose between your safety or the safety of the people that you love.

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Rating: 18+

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Trigger Warnings: Domestic Abuse, PTSD, anxiety, injury, police brutality, alcoholism, homicide, drug use, guns.

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The gentle spring breeze sent the smell of flowers down the corridor of the grand marble building. There were hundreds of them, Ben's wife had done an amazing job putting this all together. The ceremony took place in the courtyard of the banquet hall and now you stood watching as people filtered into another room for the cocktail hour.

Lucy had looked absolutely adorable as the flower girl; the big frilly blue dress appealing to her sense of style.

You were happy for them, Ben and his wife, but you couldn’t help but feel a little sad as well.It had been a year now but the aftershocks were still strong as ever. You had been seeing a therapist, but you knew a grieving cycle as complex as this one took time.

David’s death had lifted a huge burden off your shoulders, you didn't even realize just how big until someone came in and told you the news. You cried in the hospital bed, weeped like a child, for hours. Santiago was there, he stayed by your side the whole time, sitting silently and allowing you to move through all these emotions.

“Champagne for the pretty lady,” a voice said, snapping you out of your daydream.

You turned to see Frankie striding up to you with a glass in hand, looking as handsome as ever in his suit and tie.

“Aren't you supposed to be taking photos right now” you asked, smiling and allowing him to pass you the champagne flute.

Frankie had been the one to save your life that day. Even with two bullet wounds, one to the shoulder and the other to the abdomen, he had been the person who fired the shot that brought David down. The surgery took hours, but Frankie managed to pull through and make a really substantial recovery. He had a few minor issues still, but nothing life threatening.

The story ended up making headline news. Some other evidence of David’s misdoings came out in the weeks after as well. Frankie and the others were never charged with anything related to the incident. You weren't either. The best of all however, was that Summer had gotten her name back. Summer’s family reached out to you via letter, they did not hold any ill will towards you at all. They were glad that their daughters' last doings on this earth was helping a woman in a similar situation. They said they would continue to pray for you, and keep you in their thoughts.

Frankie looped his arm around your waist and pulled you in. “They don’t need us right now, besides I haven't seen you all day. I wanted to get a good look at you in that dress” he smiled.

You rolled your eyes, setting the flute down the little foyer table next to you then reaching up to adjust his tie.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, lowering his voice a little.

You let out an amused huff but didn’t look up at him “about the wedding, and how nice it is.”

He nodded, knowing you had more to say.

“I think” you went on, “maybe we could bring it up next week in couples counseling. I feel like I might be coming around to the idea of marriage again. With you, at least. ….What do you think?” You asked, giving him a little grin as you looked up at him.

“I think that it definitely sounds like something worth bringing up… and I would have to look into the legality of it all, but even if it never happens, as long as I am with you I'm happy.” He leaned forward and gave you a soft kiss.

Santi’s voice came bellowing through the corridor. “Fish - make out with your girlfriend later we have shit to do.”

“I’m being summoned” Frankie laughed, “I’m glad you feel that way though.”

You smiled and patted him on the chest “me too, now go, I’ll see you in a bit. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said, turning on his heels.

You watched him go, smiling and picking up your glass. You drew in a slow and steady breath feeling the breeze from outside shuffle the fabric of your dress a little. Lucy’s bright laughter came floating through the hallway. There was a time in your life where you never thought any of this would be possible, that you would be happy again, but you were… and for that you were so proud.

#pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #triple frontier fanfic #Frankie fanfiction #frankie morales fanfiction #Frankie Morales fanfic #Frankie catfish morales #catfish fanfiction #tw: domestic abuse #tw: injury #tw: alcohol #tw: police violence #tw: anxiety

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pascalslittlebrat · 3 years

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As part of my 1k celebration, I leave this fic rec here of some of many fic’s I’ve read, these are stories that made me feel things: whether it was yearning, softness, giddiness, horniness, or sadness. Go give these incredible stories love.

* denotes smut

Dave York

Wild by @ohpedromypedro *- Dave York x F!Reader

A Million Little Times by @danniburgh *-Dave York x F!Reader

Rare by @ezrasbirdie *-Dave York x F!Reader

Desires & Complications by @ezrasbirdie *- Dave York x F!Reader x Marcus Pike

Extra Credit by @mothandpidgeon *-Professor!Dave York x F!Reader

Is It Living If You’ve Left Your Life Behind? by @purplepascal042 - Dave York x GN!Reader

In for It by @foli-vora *-Dave York x F!Reader

Din Djarin

SANCTIFIED/\DESECRATED by @221bshrlocked *-Din Djarin x F!Reader

Possession by @ezrasbirdie *- Haunted!Din x F!Reader

Reputation by @mothandpidgeon *-Regency!Din x F!Reader

The Rest by @charnelhouse *-Din Djarin x F!Reader

Closer to You by @charnelhouse *-Din Djarin x F!Reader

Hand Squeezes by @pascalscenarios - Din Djarin x Reader

The Variable by @charnelhouse *-Haunted!Din x F!Reader

Dio

Drone by @anaaaispunk -Dio x Reader

I Can Teach You by @f0rever15elf *-Dio x F!Reader

Ezra

Helter Skelter by @mothandpidgeon *-Cult Leader!Ezra x F!Reader

Shadows & Starlight by @ezrasbirdie -Fae King!Ezra x F!Reader

Frankie Morales

Fix You Up by @starlightmornings *-Mechanic!Frankie Morales x F!Reader

As It Should Be by @purplepascal042 *-Agent Whiskey x F!Reader x Frankie Morales

and then we grew up by @ezrasbirdie *-Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Home by @charnelhouse *-Frankie Morales x F!Reader

I’ll Always Take Care of You by @wyn-n-tonic -Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Frizzy Verse by @wyn-n-tonic *- Frankie Morales x OFC (Elizabeth Miller)

Always, Forever by @mesmorales -Frankie Morales x F!Reader

A Wound Deeper than Shrapnel by @purplepascal042 -Frankie Morales x OFC

Afterglow by @forever-rogue

Jack “Whiskey” Daniels

As It Should Be by @purplepascal042 *-Agent Whiskey x F!Reader x Frankie Morales

Breakfast by @yespolkadotkitty -Agent Whiskey x GN!Reader

vehemence & provocations by @ezrasbirdie *-Agent Whiskey x F!Reader

Broken Promise by @purplepascal042 -Agent Whiskey x Reader

Javier Peña

As the trees miss the Autumn by @danniburgh *-Javier Peña x F!Reader x OFC

Rushingly Bittersweet by @danniburgh *-Javier Peña x F!Reader

Insecurities by @ezrasbirdie -Javier Peña x OFC (Charlie Ellis)

Discoveries and Experimentation by @danniburgh *-Javier Pena x F!Reader

Traitor by @pascalscenarios - Javier Peña x Reader

Same Time, Same Place by @wyn-n-tonic -Javier Peña x F!Reader

Dangerous Line by @221bshrlocked *-Javier Peña x F!Reader

Marcus Moreno

Easy by @wyn-n-tonic *-Marcus Moreno x F!Reader

Room Required by @starlightmornings *-Marcus Moreno x F!Reader

Marcus Pike

Desires & Complications by @ezrasbirdie *- Dave York x F!Reader x Marcus Pike

Stressed by @generallybrontidefeelings *-Marcus Pike x F!Reader

The Farmer’s Market by @ezrasbirdie -Marcus Pike x OFC (Annie Christiansen)

Do You Ever Wonder by @generalfoolish -Marcus Pike x F!Reader

I Want This by @wyn-n-tonic *-Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Tolerate It By @thewayofthemandalorian -Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Take my Hand, Take a Breath by @metalarmsandmanbuns -Marcus Pike x Reader

Show Me Your True Colors by @221bshrlocked *- Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Paradisum by @juletheghoul *-Father!Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Max Phillips

The Retreat by @starlightmornings *-Max Phillips x F!Reader

Walking Cold Compress by @day-off-inkyoto -Max Phillips x F!Reader

Domum by @juletheghoul -Max Phillps x F!Reader

Pedro Pascal

*RPF, if this is not your thing ignore this section*

Professor Pascal by @starlightmornings *-Pedro Pascal x F!Reader

Before the Sun Shines Onto Us by @danniburgh Pedro Pascal x F!Reader

Takes Two to Tango by @mothandpidgeon *-Mobster!Pedro Pascal x F!Reader

Shiny & New by @221bshrlocked *-Pedro Pascal x F!Reader

Turn the Page by @yespolkadotkitty -Librarian!Pedro Pascal x F!Reader

Pero Tovar

Sharp Around the Edges by @danniburgh *-Pero x F!Reader

In His Eyes by @moralesispunk *-Blacksmith!Pero x F!Reader

As Sweet As Honey, As Tempting As Death by @221bshrlocked *-Pero x F!Reader

Gatita by @yespolkadotkitty *-Pero Tovar x F!Reader

Zach Wellison

You Found Me by @yespolkadotkitty *-Zach Wellison x OFC (Martha Song)

#p's 1k #these are a small section of the many incredible works i've seen #p's fic recs #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic

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supernaturalgirl20 · 3 years

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From Love & Happiness/Fluff: “I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.” Maybe with Din :)

An ask from @dindjarinneedsahug.

I Love you!

Pairings: Din Djarin x reader

Warnings: nothing really just fluff, maybe some cursing.

Traveling with Din was…..an adventure to say the least. You were with him before he picked Grogu up as a bounty, and over the two years you’ve went from reluctant partners to, well your not really sure actually. All you know is that you work together, have adopted a little green child and fuck almost every other day. You love Din, of course you do. He’s kind, loyal, an amazing father and handsome. Not that you’ve actually seen his face, but you can tell from those late nights in the dark, when you trace the outline of his face after he’s fucked you into his cot.

You’ve told him you love him, you didn’t mean too, it just sort of came out while you cried out in ecstasy. That one moment of release that quieted all your doubts and insecurities. Din pulled out of you that night, got dressed and went to the cock pit. He hasn’t spoke to you since and that was two days ago. He’s currently out hunting a bounty, you were told to remain behind and watch Grogu. You tired everything to tire him out and nothing has worked. For someone so small, he has bundles of energy. You went to the local market and bought some proper food, hoping that you could finally get Din to open up over a nice home cooked meal. Grogu was helping, and by helping you meant eating anything he could his hands on.

“Ok buddy that’s enough, you’ll ruin your appetite.”

“Pa du.”

“Yes yes, I know I’m being mean, but you’ll thank me later.”

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This is how Din found you when he arrived back at the crest. It was such a domestic sight, you cooking and Grogu helping. He got that flutter in his heart again. He’s been actively avoiding you since your said those three words. Not because he doesn’t feel the same, but he’s never loved anyone in his life, not romantically anyway. He knows he should talk to you but he’s not good with feelings. He’s suddenly struck with and idea and thankfully you haven’t heard him so he can sneak off and clean first.

Stepping out of the refresher, hair damp and towel wrapped around his waist, he grabs his razor. He need to look his best. He’s nervous, he’s a grown ass man and he’s petrified. He dresses and makes his way back to where you are. Your dishing up when he comes back.

***

Your dishing up dinner when you hear movement, looking towards the ladder, you spot a brown mop of hair. Shit it’s Din. You quickly close your eyes shut tight.

“Din, what are doing? Where’s your helmet?”

He walks towards you and grabs your wrists gently.

“It’s ok Mesh’la. I want you to see me.”

“No! I won’t be the reason you break your creed.”

“I’m not breaking anything, please look.”

“I said no! Din you told me only family can see your face, as in your children and your wife. I’m neither.”

He clears his throat awkwardly, before he continues.

“I…..I’m…..Y/N, I lo…. Ugh!”

“Din is everything ok? Is this about the other night, I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable, but I do love y…” he puts a finger to your lips, a request to be quiet. He lets out a long sigh.

“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”

“What?!” Your voice has become high pitched. Did he just say what I think he said?

“I love you Y/N. I’m also sorry for the way I’ve behaved the last two days, I was just nervous I guess.”

“You…you love me?”

He lets out a small chuckle, “yes I do.” Grogu has been watching the whole interaction, munching on a piece of meat. Din starts to gently pull your hands from your eyes. You keep them shut.

“Y/N, I want you to see my face, please! I think it’s only fair you see the face of your husband, don’t you?”

“Husband?! Your not my…”

You feel Din pull away slightly before he turns back and grabs your left hand.

“Will you marry me?”

Your in shock. You slowly open your eyes and your net with the deepest brown eyes you’ve ever seen. You take a moment to look over his face, taking in his brown mop of curls, his slight beard and the curve of his nose. You meet his eyes again and you can see the red tint to his cheeks.

“I hope I’m ok?”

“Ok?! Din your gorgeous, your so handsome.”

He pulls you into him and gently places his lips on yours. You begin to kiss him back when he suddenly pulls away.

“You never answered my question? Will you marry me Y/N?”

“Yes Din, yes!”

He places the ring on your finger and kisses you again.

“Ok the ceremony is simple, you just need to repeat after me.

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde”

You repeat him word for word. “What does it mean?”

“We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors.”

“So that’s it? We’re married now.”

“Yes.”

“That was easy.”

“And now I don’t have to kill you for seeing my face.”

You look at him worried. “What?”

He has a serious look on his face before he bursts out laughing. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself.”

You slap him on the chest before picking Grogu up.

“You hear that little buddy were an official family now. I’m your mama and he’s your papa.”

You swear he understood what has happened as he sequels and starts jumping in your arms.

“Ok! Who’s hungry?!”

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djarinsbeskar · 3 years

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Dorne - Boxer!Din AU

A/N: I have no excuses. This is for @asta-lily who claimed she wouldn't know peace until she had this after our many 7some chats so... enjoy??? Consider this a taster of such, since I've never written something like it eheh. Idk if this will be part of the main AU, I just needed to get it out of my head. Really making use of that relaxed fit model, guys. No edits/beta, stream of thought ramblings that I'm just clicking post on. Check out The Prince of Dorne, a modern!Oberyn fic set in the same universe as the boxer!

Word Count: 1.2k

Rating: 18+ (NO Minors)

Warnings: SMUT! MFF oral sex (male receiving).

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He felt like a king.

No, even a king worshipped something, money, power, connections.

He felt like a god.

“Fuck—”

Din groaned lowly, his head falling against the plush back of the luxurious chesterfield sofa that decorated one of the private back rooms at Dorne, a casino owned by his most generous and hands on sponsor. Dual heat from two wet tongues lapped indulgently along his cock, soaking him in saliva as small noises of pleasure were mixed with the wet sounds of kissing when tongues met over his leaking tip.

Whiskey eyes, darkened to obsidian under the low lights opened enough to watch you. Pink tongue dragging between painted lips up along the swollen shaft while your eyes – sunlight beneath clouded lust – met his mischievously.

Fucking hell. You were a damned siren. His lips parted on a strained exhale as you curled your tongue beneath the head, the raven haired beauty you had seduced earlier in the evening circling her tongue furtively around the fat head.

You broke the hold you held over him with your eyes when you turned to the woman on her knees beside you. Abby – Ally? – he couldn’t remember her name. You kissed her slowly, every movement of your tongue into her mouth catching the tip of his cock that wept in pearly beads of desperate need.

One of your hands – skilled and strong from the hours you spent a day working with them – stroked him, the wet lash of your palm along his thick girth as your guest ran her hands down your neck—wet tongue disappearing into your molten mouth he was suddenly ravenous to feel on his own. She worshipped your body gently, all soft caresses and delicate grazes of slim fingers, the complete opposite to his own form of worship; devouring, consuming, defiling you with his desire. She worshipped you like one would at a temple, an altar. He worshipped you like a primal sacrifice to ancient, wrathful gods.

You released his cock just long enough to take one of hers from where she was exploring your body, wrapping her fingers back around the base of his cock to continue stroking while her other hand worked on pushing the thin straps of your dress down your shoulders. Din twitched at the sound of your mewl when the woman’s hand found the soft swell of a breast, kneading it hard as your kiss grew sloppy.

You broke it with a gasp, turning to lap at his head, dragging the tip of your tongue to gather his precum, the single contact a frisson of electricity across open water—all his nerves heightened to the combination of pleasure from both your mouths as Abby – Ally? – latched her lips to his shaft, kissing up and down it feverishly as she jerked her hand up the length.

“Fuck, baby—so good,” he moaned, the heavy crease between his brow furrowing further as the tendons in his neck strained – humming – with the tension he held in his muscles. You hummed around his tip, licking it like a damned lollipop you couldn’t get enough of before sucking the head with a dexterous swirl of your tongue.

Your dress pooled lower, just enough for the lace of the lingerie you had worn – his favourite – to be seen peeking out from the collapsed neckline. It slid down further when you turned to caress the back of your guest’s hair, raven locks passing through your fingers when she parted swollen lips from his shaft to kiss you again. But you shook your head.

“Open,” you purred.

Fucking hell, you were so hot—the way your free hand gripped her jaw in a delicate hold to encourage her lips to part, a languid kiss to her cheek—her mouth opening obediently for you to lead her down so she could engulf his sensitive head. Her eyes fluttered, your lips parted—guiding her down further, taking more of him. It was a hedonistic vision. You, guiding her head up and down on his cock – strings of saliva and drool dribbling from her lips and his cock while you murmured soft praise.

He moaned.

You mewled with a kiss to his navel at the sound—a sliver of toned muscle and tawny skin exposed from where you had unbuttoned his shirt in a rush earlier.

A flare of intoxicating arousal, a primordial pride at seeing you with another woman to pleasure him—no combative jealousy or distain present, but an equally wild desire to pleasure one another that had his mind spinning.

“Are you enjoying your birthday, baby?” you questioned as you led the woman’s head down to take in more of him, his cock stretching her lips and throat convulsing as she gagged around his size. You cooed gently, kissing her temple, and running a finger through the tears that gathered at the corner of her eyes—ruining her makeup,

“I know he’s so big… you can take a little more though, can’t you?”

She nodded with a moan, bobbing up and down his cock while he gravelled your name, his hand dropping to card through once perfectly styled hair as you sucked one of his balls – heavy and full with a need to empty inside you – into your mouth, the gentle suck and massage of your tongue over the sensitive sac making him pant, his chest heaving more than it would be even after three rounds in the ring.

“Come here, sweetheart— fuck," he snarled, a warning steel to his voice and the hand that tightened in your hair. He wanted to taste you himself, needed it—needed to regain some control.

You released his balls with a wet smack, climbing up his large frame as he bade to settle half on top of him as your mouth met his. His tongue licked into your mouth with a growl, your fingers massaging his balls in place of your mouth where it was preoccupied with the invasion of his tongue. The taste of champagne and a distinct saltiness mixed on his tongue as you gave into his domination, whimpering your desire for him into his mouth as you released him to tangle both hands in his hair.

“Good choice, baby—she’s almost as greedy for my cock as you are.”

His words were rasped teasingly against your lips, caught on a hitch when she took as much of him down her throat once more—his heavy lids falling to half mast as you watched the pleasure play out on his features,

“Almost,” you growled, and he smirked at the undercurrent of possessiveness in your tone, “but I wanna see if she’s as greedy for pussy too, baby—”

His chest exploded with a snarl of lust, pressing a hard kiss to your mouth, a blind hand roaming down your exposed back to the fabric of your dress, bunching his fingers in the material to drag it up over your ass. A swift slap to your exposed cheek before he kneaded the flesh roughly, spreading it—manipulating the softness to his will, and he grinned,

“Mm, you’re just full of good ideas today, sweetheart.”

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lunaserenade · 3 years

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Sparks

Masterlist

AO3

Author’s Note: For the prompt “ "I made some breakfast, if you're hungry?” submitted by @day-off-inkyoto. This is pure filth, my very first smut piece and I’m quite pleased with myself.

Thank you to @day-off-inkyoto , @violentcosmicsymphony and @sarahjkl82-blog for beta reading and being subjected to my rambles over the last 24 hours.

Paring: Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Words: 1k~

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Pure smut, oral sex, sex, pancakes. All the good warnings.

Summary: Drinks at a local bar leads to a run in with your boss, Marcus Pike

Part Two: Rendezvous

When you had gone out for drinks after a particularly long day at the FBI headquarters in Washington DC you had never expected to run into your boss, especially in the slinky and short black dress you were clad in, let alone find yourself grinding against him to the blaring music in the dimly lit bar as he peppered kisses down your neck.

The night had begun innocently enough, you had run into Marcus at the bar as you ordered drinks and joined him at a quieter table towards the back. You had met Marcus Pike a year ago when he had moved to Washington to head up the team you were a part of. Harboring a crush on him since he arrived, you were delighted to see his more casual off the clock side. As each round came you and Marcus had moved closer and closer to each other until he had a loose arm around your waist and was murmuring delightfully obscene ideas in your ear. Dancing with Marcus Pike? Who knew that man had the moves? One hand gripped your hip as he held your ass tight to his groin, moving in time to the music, while his other hand skimmed under the hem of your dress.

“Tell me what you want.” Marcus’ voice was husky as his fingers grazed the curve of your ass. You turned around, quickly capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

“Take me home.”

***

As soon as the door to his apartment was shut, Marcus had you pressed against it, both of your hands pinned above your head in one of his large hands, his free hand tugging at your top to free your breasts. His teeth grazed your nipple, eliciting a moan from you as you arched against him. You couldn’t catch your breath as the sensations overwhelmed you… All you could think about was Marcus. Your every sense was consumed by him.

“Please…” You moaned as his hand drifted up between your thighs, lightly teasing you through the lace of your underwear. Marcus grinned as your hips bucked into his touch.

“Tell me…” The smile on his lips was a wicked one, clearly pleased with how he’d turned you into an incoherent mess. Marcus sank to his knees, dragging your panties down your legs in the process and pressing kisses along your inner thigh. “All you have to do is ask.”

Words failed you as his mouth made contact with your core, his fingers teasing your entrance. As he hitched your leg over his shoulder all you could do was moan his name softly. You tangled your fingers through his hair and let out a soft groan as he pressed his fingers into you, hips bucking as you neared your peak.

“Let go, sweetheart.” Marcus urged, his pace quickening. His gentle plea was all it took to send you over the edge, knees buckling as the waves of climax rolled over you. Marcus steadied you with his free hand, pressed a kiss to your thigh before standing and continuing to lazily kiss you. His hands trailed aimlessly over your still trembling body, no rush to his touches as he explored. He gripped your ass and lifted you up, your legs locking around his waist automatically, carrying you to his bedroom. As soon as he laid you on the bed you made quick work of his shirt and pants, tossing them off to the side as you reached down to palm him through his boxers. Pushing Marcus onto his back you tugged off his boxers and straddled him. He sat up and held you to his chest, trailing kisses down your neck as he tugged off your dress. He paused and cupped your face as he locked eyes with you, his pupils blown with lust.

“Are you sure?” His voice soft as he trailed his thumb across your lower lip.

“I’ve wanted this for so long Marcus.” You admitted, smiling when he kissed you slowly, taking his time and reveling in the moment. Reaching between your pressed bodies you gripped him firmly and slowly sank down, watching his face as his eyes fluttered shut and he softly moaned your name. With each roll of your hips Marcus muttered a stream of praises along your skin, desperate to kiss every inch of your skin.

As his thrusts became more erratic he snaked a hand down to your clit, his deft fingers providing the extra friction you needed to send another climax ripping through your body, surges of pleasure hitting you as you called out Marcus’ name. He buried his face in your neck as he gave a few final thrusts, his climax hitting him hard and strong. You clung to him, panting as you tried to catch your breath. Marcus raised his head and pressed his forehead to yours, grinning at you as he threaded his fingers through your hair.

“That was unexpected.” Marcus smiled as he brushed his thumb across your cheek.

“I could think of worse ways to end the night.” You replied, impish grin on your lips.

“Who said I was done with you?” Marcus rolled you over onto your back as he smiled and continued to kiss you late into the night.

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The morning light streamed through Marcus’ bedroom window, drawing you out of your slumber. Eyes closed you reached out for Marcus only to find the bed empty next to you. Just as you were starting to get concerned and pulled on Marcus’s shirt over your naked torso you began to smell it: breakfast. As you looked in vain for your underwear Marcus’ head popped into the bedroom.

“I’ve made some breakfast if you’re hungry, chocolate chip pancakes.” Marcus bit his bottom lip as he took in the view of you clad only in his shirt. Catching his gaze you walked up to him with your hips swaying seductively.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t be even more of a gentleman.” Running your hand up his bare chest you grinned as he leaned down to kiss you.

“I like to make a fuss.” He murmured against your lips as you led him back to the bed.

Perhaps the pancakes would be fine reheated, he had a much better breakfast offer in his bedroom.

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sharkbait77 · 3 years

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Frankie’s Favorite Day (Frankie Morales x f!Reader)

Rating: E/NSFW

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY Oral (f rec), language, Frankie being Frankie

W/C: No clue, written in the drafts!

A/N: Heh so... This ficlet was inspired by this amazing post here & idk man Frankie is just really hyped about this day 😂 ty to my baby @frankie-catfish-morales for approving & hyping me tf up!

Tags: @the-ginger-hedge-witch @asta-lily @honeymandos @pascalpanic @aliwritesfic @mandocrasis @hnt-escape @winter-fox-queen @barbossa2319 @sarahjkl82-blog @day-off-inkyoto @pedrocentric @astoryisaloveaffair @ezrasbirdie @danniburgh @foli-vora @lucrezia-thoughts @djarinsbeskar @chasingdreamer @quica-quica-quica @meesterblack @amandalovess @hunterofartem1s @pedro4ever @mishasminion360 @wardenparker @librariantothejedi @fan-of-encouragement @javierpinme @writeforfandoms

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June 24th. It's not his birthday, it's not your anniversary, it's not some big fight night for Benny. And yet, he keeps it marked on the calendar, multiple circles drawn over the date on the paper.

"Frankie, what's so special about tomorrow? Is it the day you grew your first pubic hair, or what?" You snort.

"No, that's not until September," he replies seriously, then you both laugh.

"But really, baby, what's the 24th? Am I forgetting something?"

"You'll see, honey. You'll see," he looks at you with a mischievous grin on his face and your eyebrows crinkle with intrigue at his response.

* * * *

You'll see.

Boy, was he right.

He's a man unhinged this morning; his sudden attack had caught you off guard while you were just sitting there in the living room, catching up on all of your socials like usual. He emerged from the bedroom, padded his way to you and snatched your phone right out of your hand. When you looked up at him in confusion, his eyes were dark and he was licking his lips hungrily. It sent a shiver down your spine.

"Frankie baby... What are you up to?" You asked knowingly.

He said nothing as he grabbed your thighs from where they were resting on the cushion and you let out a squeak as he bent down to kiss you, open mouthed and passionate while he removed your sleep shorts.

You wondered what exactly changed from last night to this morning. Maybe he had another dirty dream and just felt like fucking this morning. Which, of course you wouldn't complain about.

But now, here he is, your legs spread wide open for him on the couch, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs. Your hands are glued to his hair while his tongue works masterfully at your clit as he pulls another orgasm from you with no intention of stopping.

"Fuck – Frankie, honey," you whine with desperation as the oversensitivity hits your body and makes you twitch under him.

He uses the flat of his tongue to lick up from your entrance and drinks everything you have to give him and he moans in delight. He slows down slightly, his dark brown orbs staring into yours and he smirks.

"Frankie, are you gonna fuck me already?" You plead, cunt throbbing as you anticipate the stretch of him inside you.

"Not yet, baby," he says huskily, his hot breath hitting your sensitive, wet folds and your thighs twitch.

Oh, how he wants to. His throbbing cock beneath his boxers is weeping, practically begging to be inside you. He will later, but for now, he'll enjoy his favorite day just like this. Then later at the dinner table, and later in the shower.

You roll your head to rest on the back of the couch as he dives in again, throwing your legs over his shoulders and he grabs your hips, keeping you in place. Your moans, whines, whimpers of his name is honeyed music in his ears, a soundtrack he will never tire of hearing. He doesn't need a special day to savor you like this, but he'd be damned if he didn't use it as the perfect excuse to eat you out from sunup to sundown.

After yet another orgasm, you have to practically pry his face away from your pussy and he cocks an eyebrow at you.

"Baby, I can't anymore, please fuck me."

"Uh uh," he protests, giving a little kitten lick to your folds.

"Wha– why?" You whine, like a brat not getting what they want.

"Because, today's just for this," he smiles and kisses the inside of your thigh, juices from his ministrations transferring to your skin.

"What are you talking about?"

"It's National Pussy Eating Day, baby. My favorite day of the year," he smirks.

Once the realization hits, you throw your heavy head back against the couch and laugh. He had done this last year too and never said why. You were in the beginning stages of your sexual relationship and you just figured he had a thing for eating you out. You didn't bother to ask, but now it all makes sense.

He laughs along with you for a moment, kneeling up from the floor with a light groan and he kisses your lips, the taste of you still lingering. He separates from your mouth to kiss your neck and quickly nibbles your earlobe before strutting away to the kitchen.

"W-wait, where are you going?" You ask, now fully invested in celebrating this day with him.

"Getting you some water," he says as he opens the fridge door. "You better stay hydrated 'cause we're doing this all day."

#frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales x you #francisco morales x f!reader #francisco morales x you #frankie morales smut #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fic

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headinthestarz · 3 years

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Hi dolls, this has been a long time coming because I've consumed a huuuuuggee amount of fic recently. I'm going to try and start doing these more often (maybe once a month) because I feel like every fic I read needs to be shared with the world! But for now, here's a roundup of some amazing stuff i've read in the last few months!

Happy reading my loves xx

(I'm pretty sure most, if not all of these, are at some point smutty so just to be safe - 18s and overs only please!!)

Din Djarin ("The Mandalorian")

In the Dark (series) - by @coreychick

Nighthawks (series) - @pedros-mustache

Cyare (series) - @queenofthefaceless

Stitches (series) - @djarinsbeskar

Let’s talk about Sex (two parter) [🚨virgin Din!🚨] - @pedro-pascal-love

Javier Peña ("Narcos")

Lay it on me (complete series) - @queenofthefaceless

Rushingly Bittersweet (complete series but there’s other bits going on!) - @danniburgh

What's the Use in Wondering? (complete series) - @youvebeenlivingfictional

If I Fall [part of the Better Love universe] (series) - @disgruntledspacedad

Waterfall (series/universe) - @highsviolets

Pretty Please (oneshot) - @mesmorales

You're My Best Friend (series) - @autumnleaves1991-blog

Frankie Morales ("Triple Frontier")

The Alewife (series) - @wardenparker

Calling Home (series) - @littlepadika

Near the Water's Edge (series) - @paisley-print

Moving Day [Santiago Garcia x Frankie Morales x reader] (oneshot) - @adverbedly

Taste Like Heaven (oneshot) - @mando-forgive-me

The Bloom Universe (idek how to describe this? Perfection? A series of oneshots and drabbles for all the TF boys (poly)) - @charnelhouse

Cry to me (oneshot) - @javierpinme

Everything is Grey (oneshot) - @anaaaispunk

My Side of the Fence (series) - @missminkylove

Homecoming [Santiago Garcia x Frankie Morales x reader](two delicious parts) - @astroboots

Dave York ("The Equalizer: 2")

Hot summer nights (complete series) - @danniburgh

Three shots over ice (series) - @starlight-starwrites @perropascal

Welcome Home (oneshot) - @day-off-inkyoto

Neighbours (oneshot) - @just-here-for-the-moment

Well, This Is Awkward (complete series) - @pedro-pascal-love

in for it (series) - @foli-vora

Ezra ("Prospect")

Shadows & Starlight - @ezrasbirdie

Marcus Moreno ("We Can Be Heroes")

The Hills (oneshot) - @anaaaispunk

The Strongest Member of the Team (series) - @blueeyesatnight

Libidine (oneshot) - @absurdthirst

Easy (oneshot) - @wyn-n-tonic

Notes: This first one is just a roundup of all of the fics I can remember enjoying and obsessing over! If you're not on here please forgive me I've tried to trawl back through my posts as much as I can - but as I'm going to make these more regular I will be noting down ones as I read!

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beskarboobs · 3 years

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YAY 100 FOLLOWERS! Thanks so much for being here, I'm still so stunned. I made this blog back in April because I was feeling lonely, I was in need of a Pedro outlet and I was seeing so much hype on tiktok about tumblr fanfiction so I took the plunge into fandom. I have only been creative since June and I definitely plan on making more playlists, memes and who knows what else!

I have read some amazing stories from incredible writers, some of them being my beloved mutuals 💕So why not give them a shoutout: the following fanfics have either floored me, made me yearn, smile,swoon, cry, scream, taught me something about myself or emotionally moved me etc 💖👇

Din Djarin:

Cyare Series

Control- @queenofthefaceless

From the Ashes

Market Days

In Quiet Softness

Universe of Two- @heartsofbeskar

All That Glitters- @bestinbeskar

Silk- @juletheghoul

Retry - @slater-baby

Bargaining With Beskar - @beskarberry

Miscommunication- @ezrasbirdie

Rescue Me

A Brush of Life- @charnelhouse

Blast From the Past- @pedro-pascal-love

Purpose- @littlepadika

Improper- @1800-fight-me

Borrowed Time - @mandoalorian

Stitches- @djarinsbeskar

Laid Bare- @pedros-mustache

My Girl- @toomanystoriessolittletime

Irrational

Trust is a Luxury- @pascalpanic

WaterPark!Din

Needed This - @starlightmornings

When Did You Stop Loving Me? - @pedrocentric

The Way - @asta-lily

Javier Peña:

Bad Guy

Lay it on Me

The One That You Love - queenofthefaceless

Biblichor - @jedi-jesi

Bittersweet Strawberry - @folklord

A Good Woman - @la-lunaluna

Rushingly Bittersweet

As the Trees Miss the Autumn - @danniburgh

To Sell Your Love For Peace - @brandyllyn

Insecurities - @ezrasbirdie

This Cat is DEA - @writefightandflightclub

Bad Coffee - @beskarhearts

Caffeine Rush - @pascalpanic

Chucho Always Knows - @anxiousandboujee

You Thought - @anaaaispunk

Frankie Morales:

Fixer Upper

Miller Morales Mechanic Shop - pascalpanic

Libertas

Oblivius- juletheghoul

Calling Home - @littlepadika

The Tenant - @sharkbait77

El Chico Del Apt 512 - @castleamc

Evergreen Intrusion - @danniburgh

Marcus Pike:

Begin Again - pascalpanic

Evie’s Infinite Playlist - @day-off-inkyoto

Farmer’s Market - @ezrasbirdie

Dave York:

Hot Summer Nights - @danniburgh

Well, This is Awkward - @pedro-pascal-love

Dulcis - juletheghoul

Welcome Home

Heartbeat - @day-off-inkyoto

Rare - ezrasbirdie

Wish You the Best - @pascalslittlebrat

Jack Daniels:

In the Dead of Night

Anchor - castleamc

The Traveler - @silksaddle

Blood and Crushed Veneer - ezrasbirdie

Helping Hands - anxiousandboujee

Pero Tovar:

All That Glitters - @beskarberry

Ever A Surprise - @librariantothejedi

Ezra:

Little Flowers

Heartstrings- day-off-inkyoto

Maxwell Lord:

What’s Love Got To Do With It - @storiesofthefandomlovers

Like Father Like Daughter

You Broke My Headboard - @mandoalorian

Marcus Moreno:

Honeymoon - @moralesispunk

Oberyn Martell:

Solís - juletheghoul

Foreigner's God - @pedropascaldice

Miscellaneous:

Desires and Complications Marcus Pike x F!reader x Dave York - ezrasbirdie

Interruption Frankie Morales x F!Reader x Max Phillips - @mandocrasis

Versus Frankie Morales x F!Reader x Dave York - @astroboots

First Day of School…. GROGU DJARIN - @grogusmum

**some “@“ are removed to counteract tumblr’s dumb 50 tag maximum thing

#yes dinjamin is indeed my favorite #but don't tell him #i just know im forgetting some people and i'm SORRY #next time!#i truly love all of these and i even re-read some #y'all are so damn talented and I hope you know that #max phillips im so sorry sweetie i will warm up to you soon #pedro pascal characters #fic rec #fic rec list #100 follower celebration #mine

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paisley-print · 2 years

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Chapter Fourteen

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Rating: 18+

Notes: Sorry for the head hopping!

Trigger Warnings: Domestic Abuse, PTSD, anxiety, injury, police brutality, alcoholism, homicide, drug use, guns.

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You tried pulling at the metal rod the cuff was attached to. Even with decades of rust, it didn’t budge. You moved onto your back, grinding your teeth and using your legs to push off against the radiator with all your might. Still, nothing came loose.

‘Focus’ you told yourself, looking around the room.

It was pitch black, only the silhouette of the door frame was visible. You were reminded about the day you pulled Lucy from the water, how dark it was, how quiet. Like suspended in ether. That’s what it felt like now, being underwater.

You stretched your arm out as far as it could go and searched around for anything you could use to break the chain on the cuff. When you realized there was nothing of use around you, you pulled on the cuff again. Then spit on your wrist and rubbed your saliva around your skin.

You braced yourself, drawing in a quick breath and yanking as hard as you could. Even with all that force, the cuffs didn’t move an inch. Desperate now, and you got onto your knees and smoothed your hands along the floorboards. Fingers scanning for a catch or a dip in the wood.

A gasp escaped your lips as you felt one. Quickly you wiped the soot off your fingers, gripped the nail between your thumb and pointer, then jimmied it upwards.

Inch by inch, you pulled, readjusted and pulled again, repeating that process until you got enough of the nail exposed to grip it with your fist and yank it out. It ripped from the floor much easier than you had expected, flying out of your bloody hands and skidding across the floor.

You drew in a shaky breath, swallowing hard. You were okay. If it was out of your reach, you would simply find another. You had time. You were going to be okay.

You turned, stretching your arm as far as it could go and feeling around for the nail. Your fingers just grazed the edge, you held your breath and reached even more. When you got hold of it you walked it up slowly until you could pick it up.

You took the nail and placed it in your mouth, the taste of rust bitter against your tongue. You took the nail between your teeth and brought it up to the keyholes on the cuff. You had actually practiced this at the house for an entire day once. David had left the cuffs behind and you thought it might save your life one day.

Headlights shone through the cracks of the house. You looked up just as they darted across the wall and grew larger by the second.

“Fuck fuck Fuck,” you whispered, the nail firmly still in your mouth.

You didn’t think you would make it in time. You felt hopeless. You knew you were going to die.

Then finally, a click.

The cuff came apart in your hand. David’s flashlight shone against the wall, and you could hear his footsteps treading through the house. You turned away, body blocking your hands, heart racing so fast you could hear it thumping in your ears. You waited, nail clutched so tightly in your hand you could hardly feel the tips of your fingers anymore.

David came in then tossed something towards you, a pregnancy test. He would kill you in an instant, but a baby was something that shared half of his DNA. You were his object, but that baby, if there was a baby, was an extension of himself.

“You don’t believe me?” you asked.

“No, I don't,” he said simply. You could tell by his tone you were really starting to push his buttons.

You lifted your head, looking up at him. “I need two hands if you're really going to make me do it here.”

He thought for a moment, eyes scanning you. Then he moved forward, crouching down in order to undo the cuffs.

You seized this opportunity, taking the nail and driving it into his shoulder. David reeled backwards, falling and crying out in pain. You didn’t wait to see the damage you inflicted. The moment he jerked back, you were on your feet, sprinting into the darkness.

You heard a shot ring out behind you, then another, closer this time. You pushed on harder despite the terrain, stumbling and having to brace yourself on tree trunks each step of the way. You didn’t know where you were going, you just knew you had to get away. To your right, you heard water.

The moon was coming out, casting a thin veil of silver across the landscape. It was the lake, the one Frankie had taken you to. Your mind raced as it tried to establish some sort of mental map to help guide you.

Then, without warning, you felt the pull of your hair jerking you backwards.

Frankie heard the shots. They were closer than expected. He felt hopeful. David didn’t have to shoot something that was already dead. That hope was short-lived, however, when he realized the gunfire ceased, meaning one of those bullets must have hit its mark. Frankie grit his teeth, hoping that the boys had made it, and heard the shots as well.

He needed you to be alive. All of this was his fault. If he hadn’t kicked you out, you would have been safe. Instead, you were here, with the very man Frankie had vowed to protect you from. He knew that forgiveness was unlikely, but even if you never spoke to him again, it would be okay, just as long as you were alive.

He heard a large splash and all at once the trees opened up to reveal a rundown house and the glow of red tail lights. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, but once they did, Frankie felt a jolt of horror when he realized there was a car slowly sinking itself into the inky darkness of the lake. Next to that stood the figure of a man, watching. Frankie raised his gun and squeezed off two shots. The figure ducked away, firing two shots of his own before fleeing in the direction of the house.

Frankie’s first instinct was to follow, but when he saw the taillights of the vehicle vanish completely below the surface he knew he couldn’t just leave you. If there was even a chance you could be alive he would take it. He started towards the lake, ripping off his jacket and diving into the water.

It was freezing cold, and full of debris from the storm. Visibility was low but the lights in the car were still functional.

He grabbed onto the side of the car and pulled himself forward. The front of the vehicle had already settled onto the bottom of the lake. Frankie could see you through the windows laying in the back seat, arms floating above you, eyes closed and mouth slightly ajar.

He used the end of the gun to strike at the corner of the window, a spider web crack pattern formed instantly. He did it once more and the pieces came apart freely. His lungs burned but he pushed on, he had already lost so much time he couldn’t afford to lose anymore.

He reached into the cabin and snaked an arm around your chest, as soon as he had a firm grasp on you he kicked off against the metal of the car and swam desperately to the surface. He broke through the surface and pulled your head above water, taking in large gulps of air and bracing himself for any attacks David might have been waiting to inflict.

Your head fell against his cheek, and that's when he realized that you were still warm. He reached the bank of the lake in a matter of seconds and laid you out on the sand.

He gave you two breaths and started chest compressions. It was hard to feel in moments like this, he was scared yes - but he didn’t have access to it, not yet anyway. There would be time for feelings later. He heard you choke and turned you over on your side, allowing you to vomit up the water from the lake.

He pulled you up, cradling you in his arms and rubbing your back as you gulped up air.

The fact that you are still alive was nothing short of a miracle, his brain couldn't even process it yet. He heard a voice and realized it was his own, cooing into your ear, telling you that you were safe now and everything was going to be alright.

There was a loud bang.

The sound caused your ears to ring so loud you brought your hands up to block your ears. Everything felt so cloudy, like the world wasn’t moving fast enough. Reality didn't feel tangible anymore, your life felt like something you were watching yourself take part in from above rather than be an active participant in. All you wanted to do was lay down and shut your eyes.

You were vaguely aware of a hand coming up and wrapping itself in your hair, pulling you from the ground to a standing position.

“You just don’t know when to fucking die do you?” David's voice hissed in your ear.

A light in the distance caught your attention, it was moving towards you. Even Though David was quite intoxicated, his reflexes were much faster than yours, he maneuvered you around so that your back was flat against his chest, and placed the barrel of the gun against your head.

A voice spoke, and you recognized it as Santiago's, “It’s over, put the gun down.”

Two more lights emerged from either side of the lake.

David stood, swaying a little as he held you.

There was not an ounce of humanity left in his voice as he spoke “did you let them fuck you all at once or just pass you around on different nights? Jesus, I can’t believe I ever loved a whore like you.”

There was another shot, and for a few breathless seconds you thought you were dead. Eighty-six thousand four hundred seconds go by each day and nobody bats an eye, but those seconds seemed to last a lifetime. All you could think about was David's words - love, love I can't believe I ever loved a whore like you.

You had experienced anger before, resentment even, but the feeling that coursed through you now was none of those. This was something deeper, something so base and animalistic your body moved without any conscious effort. David had fallen, pulling you to the ground with him.

You pulled yourself up, took hold of a river rock lying next to you on the sand, crawled on top of your husband and sank the rock into his forehead. Then again, and again, and again.

“You didn’t fucking love me” you shouted “That was never love. I was the one that loved, that cared - for the both of us. You hurt me and I stayed because I wanted you to love me so badly. I wanted a life with you and you took that away from us! You! I wish I never fucking met you.”

An arm came around your torso and pulled you away. In the moonlight you could see the husk of flesh that was once David's face, laying there motionless on the ground.

“He's dead, he’s dead Summer. You’re okay, you're okay.” It was Ben's voice, strong and unwavering as ever.

You felt lightheaded as Ben's face came into your vision, he was speaking but you couldn't hear a word of it. You turned your head to see the rest of the men surrounding Frankie who was lying motionless on the sand.

“No, no '' you muttered, trying to pull yourself up but being held back by Ben.

#pedro pascal fanfic #triple frontier fanfic #Frankie fanfiction #frankie morales fanfiction #Frankie Morales fanfic #Frankie catfish morales #catfish fanfiction #tw: domestic abuse #tw: injury #tw: alcohol #tw: police violence #tw: anxiety

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pascalpanic · 3 years

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hi angel 🥺 i’ve had some time to think of what i want to request and i’ve finally come up with something ;-;

do you think you could write something comforting (doesn’t have to be long!) where maxwell is caring for a reader who is a little tipsy or drunk? the reader is the kind of drunk who’s giggly and playful. and he’s super sweet and gentle with her. maybe they already have a pre-established relationship? maybe some slimy guy is hitting on her and he gets all protective and takes her home? and i’d neverrrrr object to smut either. but i’m leaving it up to you to write whatever you think works the best. i just miss reading soft and protective maxwell yanno ;-;

Overdoing It (Maxwell Lord x f!Reader)

W/C: 1.5k

Warnings: alcohol obviously, sexual innuendo, Maxwell lifts reader so I know some ppl aren’t comfy with that

A/N: RACH MY LOVE I’m sorry this took so long but I’m glad I finally did it bc I love how it turned out! ALSO HAPPY WW84 DAY (July fourth) SO WHAT WONDERFUL TIMING!

You certainly had not intended to imbibe to the level you had tonight. The problem was Maxwell, really, although in the best possible way.

The man has a high tolerance; you, admittedly, have one considerably lower than his. You love seeing Maxwell when he’s tipsy. It’s rare that you get to see it and remember it. The times that he’s tipsy are the times where you’re next to vomiting.

But tonight was a celebration, and Maxwell spared no expense. You’d finally received a position in a job you’d dreamed of, one that caused the two of you to spend hours poring over applications and perfecting cover letters. It was a success for the both of you, you said, but Maxwell insisted that it was all you.

You’d said that takeout was just fine with you, so long as Maxwell was there, but he insisted that a bigger celebration was in order. You didn’t really mind; you love getting dressed up to go out. Max made a reservation at a nice place in downtown D.C. and kept the specific place a surprise from you until now.

As you walked inside, the gorgeous atmosphere made you lose your breath for a moment. Your eyes nearly watered as you looked at Maxwell, and he simply kissed your forehead. “You deserve it, my love. I’m so proud of you.”

The words aren’t exactly rare from Maxwell, but they mean the world to you. Having someone tell you that they love you is one thing, but having someone say they’re proud of you is a completely different one. “I love you,” you grinned and followed him to your table, lacing your fingers through his.

Dinner was wonderful, unsurprisingly. Maxwell had scanned the menu the last time he came here, with business cohorts, and been certain you would like it. The delight on your face as you scanned the menu confirmed it, and Maxwell mentally gave himself a little pat on the back.

You’d ordered appetizers and drinks, then more drinks with the main course (two to accompany the meal, to be exact), and then more with dessert. By then, you were starting to feel a little tipsy, but nothing you couldn’t handle. Slowly, as you left the restaurant, the alcohol sunk in. The drinks were stronger than they’d seemed.

Luckily, Maxwell has a chauffeur. He’d had as many drinks as you, but the man’s tolerance is quite high. He seems barely affected, if not slightly looser and more carefree. The two of you made your way outside, Maxwell holding his arm around your waist to ensure that you didn't stumble; just in case, he reminded you, but you didn’t believe him.

In the car, you snuggle into Maxwell’s side happily, resting your head on his shoulder. “Buckle please, love,” he insists and wraps an arm around you.

“No,” you whine, kissing the soft cologned skin of his neck. “You’re too cozy.”

Maxwell laughs and nestles into you. “I’ll excuse it this once, only because I trust Jeeves,” he teases you. “How are you feeling, love?”

“So happy,” you smile up at him, dazed but content. The alcohol has brought you to a state of bliss now; love for Maxwell, a full stomach from the wonderful dinner, pride in your achievement.

Maxwell nods. “Of course you are,” he murmurs, mostly to himself.

“Ooh, do we have wine at home?” You ask, sitting up and looking at him. “You need a few more.”

“No, no more drinks,” he chuckles and pulls you back into his side. “I think we’re both done for the night, don’t you?” His hands slide over your shoulders, smoothing the bare skin that’s cold to the touch.

You pout at him and Maxwell turns his face away, smiling. “No, I can’t look at that. I won’t be able to say no.”

“Please, baby?” You plead with big eyes.

“We have wine at home,” Maxwell tells you, even though he’s unsure whether or not it’s true. Either way, he won’t be allowing you to drink any of it.

Sighing, you snuggle into his side, shivering. “Car’s cold,” you murmur.

Maxwell removes his suit jacket and drapes it around your shoulders, kissing your head and smiling down at you warmly. “How’s that?”

“Smells like your cologne,” you practically purr like a satisfied cat as you wrap yourself in the expensive fabric. “I love you so much, Maxie-poo.”

“I love you too, darling,” he chuckles. The chauffeur brings you to his house not long after, and Maxwell offers you a hand when you get out of the car.

Sitting in the seat, you frown up at him. “I’m fine, Max.” Standing in your high heels, your wobbly legs thanks to the alcohol send you falling into Maxwell, who catches you.

“Fine, yes,” he chuckles and lifts you back to standing. “Take off your shoes and let me help you inside.”

Sighing and crossing your arms, you step out of your shoes, calves screaming a thank you for removing them from those torture devices. He reaches down and picks them up, ass straining in his suit, and you can’t help but give it a smack, giggling.

“Oh, no, little miss,” Maxwell playfully chides and grabs your arm. “Let’s get you inside, tiger.”

Your legs lead your brain without any thought, drunkenly stumbling your way inside. Maxwell’s arms are your support, really the only thing to keep you from falling. He purposely steers you away from the path leading to the kitchen, knowing you’ll ask for more alcohol should you see it. When you reach the foot of the stairs, you groan and look at Maxwell with puppy eyes. You know his back has been bad lately, his joints ache when the humidity rises, but you can’t do this without him. “Can you carry me? Please?” You ask him.

Maxwell chuckles and kisses your head tenderly. “I suppose. Climb on my back.” He stands with his palms the wall, squatting for you to jump up on him.

The formal dress makes it difficult, but you hop up, both of you groaning as you latch onto him. “I love you so goddamn much,” you babble happily, kissing along the skin behind his ears.

“You’re lucky I love you too,” he grunts as he makes his way up the stairs, his knees aching from the weight of carrying absolutely anything on his back.

When he reaches the top, you get down and sigh, kissing him sloppily. “You’re the best.”

“I’m wonderful,” he sighs and rolls his eyes, leading you to the bedroom and letting you plop down on his plush California king bed.

You strip off his suit jacket and toss it at him, and he catches it without even looking. “Don’t even think about seducing me tonight, darling. You’re too far gone,” he chuckles.

His words make you frown and stop in the middle of unzipping your dress slowly. “I wasn’t gonna,” you grumble and stand, slipping out of the dress and getting under the thick covers of the bed.

“Sure,” Maxwell smiles and retreats into his large closet. He returns in pajama pants and the white tee he wore under his button-up.

He looks so soft like this, and even drunk, you recognize what a privilege it is to see him like this. His large suits hide his frame, but you can see the soft curve of his tummy, his broad shoulders and narrow torso. “We should get married,” you blurt to him, your heart-eyes penetrating through to his center.

“You’re drunk,” he shakes his head as he wanders to the bathroom. He returns with his thick-rimmed glasses on, and it completes the look, his highlighted hair messy and beginning to curl.

He sits on his side of the bed and hands you a glass of water and some painkillers. “You’re going to feel like shit in the morning, and you’re not allowed to blame me.”

“I won’t,” you pout and take the pills, rolling onto your side to face him. His legs are beneath the covers, and one of yours snakes to his and wraps your ankle around his.

Max smiles softly at the gesture. He recognizes it. You need his touch, want to snuggle tonight rather than keep to your own in his spacious bed. He lies down and you quickly scoot over to him, resting your head and a palm on his chest.

“I love you, dear,” he murmurs and kisses your forehead, his hand stroking your back lovingly. “You sleep now. Please.”

“I want to cuddle a little longer,” you frown and look up at him, face barely peeking out from the covers.

Max laughs. “Of course. We’ll stay like this, but at least make an effort to fall asleep. Your headache in the morning will be better if you sleep more.”

“Fine,” you sigh and scoot your body as close to his as possible, kissing his chest through the plain white t-shirt. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” he repeats and sets his glasses to the side, letting himself sink into the squishy bed. He’ll surely have to care for you in the morning too, but he doesn’t mind. It’s worth it.

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