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#idk what this is but Frankie baby pls just let yourself be loved
javierpena-inatacvest · 2 months
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Summary: After going off of birth control, your periods have been a little more intense than you're used to. What starts out as a stressful morning between you and your husband, very quickly turns into a night that bodes very well for the both of you.
Paring: Husband Frankie Morales x Wife f!reader (no use of y/n)
Word Count: 5.4K on the dot (idk how we got here)
Warnings: SMUT (18+) PERIOD SEX, unprotected p in v sex (do better, but also they want a baby so), vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving, again, you're on your period but our pussy eating king Fransisco Morales is an unstoppable force of nature), creampie, praise kink, big fat nasty breeding kink (it's who I am now, I won't apologize for it), Frankie's got a NASTY mouth, Frankie is the best husband, reader is on her period/has period symptoms, talks about family planning/not being on birth control, use of nicknames (hermosa, quierda, cariño), reader has no physical descriptions besides that she can wear Frankie's clothes
A/N: Well... This was gonna be a drabble... and then it was just gonna be fluff.... and then it was gonna be just some implied smut... and now, we're here??? Idk, don't ask me 🥴 self indulgent bc I just finished my period (and my periods have been whack since stopping bc) and what better way to heal myself than imagining what Frankie would be like taking care of you 🥺 also pls be nice to me this is my first time writing Frankie and I'm v nervous EEK I hope you enjoy!!! sorry Javi bby, I still love u
Bitchy. 
You wished you had a better word to describe your mood for today, but truth be told, bitchy was by far the most accurate. 
You and Frankie were hoping to start trying for your first baby soon, and had recently gone off your birth control after your doctor had told you it may take a few months for your body to regulate itself before you had a better chance at getting pregnant. Your doctor had also  warned you about many of the symptoms and side effects that stopping the pill could have, one of those being becoming more aware of your emotions and mood swings throughout your cycle. That, you were prepared for. 
What you were not prepared for, was to feel like an absolute psychopath in the days leading up to your period. 
 Your cycle had  been wonky the past few months as your body began to sort itself out- you had a feeling your period was probably about to start soon, but hadn’t thought much about it, considering your terrible and grouchy mood had overshadowed it. You had tried your best to pull yourself together the past few days, chalking up your grumpiness to long hours at work, or just being in a weird funk, but today, you woke up with a fire in your gut, ready to fight, and poor Frankie was about to be your punching bag. 
Sweet Frankie had been nothing short of a saint when it came to just about anything, but dealing with your newly heightened emotions right before your period really should have earned him some sort of Presidential Medal of Bravery, considering that your newly discovered highs and lows while PMS-ing were just as frightening as any time he had spent during his time in the military. 
Unfortunately for your husband, despite his best efforts, he had been on your nerves all morning. Not because he was really doing anything wrong, but because the little things that you were normally so good about letting go, or the patience you frequently had seemed to have flown out the window, and you were convinced that if Frankie even breathed the wrong way, you were going to absolutely lose it. 
So when unsuspecting Frankie decided to ask you a simple request about after work plans, there was very little he could have done to prepare for your response. 
“Morning, Hermosa.” Frankie cooed, emerging into the kitchen, his hand rustling through his untamed, sleepy brown curls as he let out a yawn and a stretch, the slight softness of his stomach peeking out between his t-shirt and pajama pants as he raised his arms above his head before settling behind you. He wrapped himself around your waist, pressing a gentle kiss into your shoulder as you finished putting the last of your lunch in your bag for work, trying to force yourself to focus on his sweet good morning, rather than the empty bowl of cereal in the sink that had greeted you first thing when you woke up, already starting you off on the wrong foot in your already irritable mood. 
“Morning, babe.” You grinned, forcing yourself to forgo the annoyance hidden behind your smile as you pecked a quick kiss on Frankie’s lips before gathering the rest of your things for the day scattered across the kitchen table. “Sorry, I didn’t have time to make you breakfast this morning because I was running late, but there’s extra scrambled eggs on the stove if you want them. I’m really sorry, Frankie, I gotta head out, have a good day, I’ll see you later okay?” You sighed, slinging your work bag over your shoulder, your hands full of your coffee mug, water bottle and keys, your cluttered grip and running behind schedule only adding to your frustration. 
“All good, Querida, no worries. Hey, actually baby, before you leave,” He paused, setting down the coffee mug he was just about ready to take a sip of, as if a little lightbulb had just gone off in his brain, “do you mind picking up stuff to make that really good buffalo chicken dip for Benny’s tonight? I told ‘em we’d bring like, an appetizer or something, if that’s okay.” 
For Frankie’s sake, you couldn’t have been more thankful that you had your back turned to him, because if looks could kill, Frankie Morales would have been a dead man. 
Every rational part of your brain knew that even though his request perhaps wasn’t the best timing, stopping by the store and making dip to bring to Benny’s for game night really wasn’t that much time or effort out of your day. But today, it seemed like every part of your brain but the rational one seemed to be functioning properly, and the raging, irrational part might as well have heard that Frankie wanted you to prepare and cook a Thanksgiving meal for 74 after you got home from work. 
You took a deep breath, your grip tightening around the items in your hand, praying with every bone in your body that someway or another, you had misheard your husband. 
“Tonight? As in, like, today, after I get home from work?” You questioned, trying to do your best to keep your tone from sounding too condescending. 
“Yeah, we don’t have to be there until 7, I just don’t think I’m gonna have time to since I probably won’t be outta work until 6:30.” He shrugged nonchalantly, taking another swig of his coffee 
Oh yeah, you’d heard him right.  
You let out a deep sigh, even more over dramatic than you had intended it to be, arms crossed over your chest and stark frown spread across your face as you turned towards Frankie. 
“Oh, perfect! That’s a great thing for me to find out about at 7:45 A.M. the day of, Frank!” Your voice oozed with ferocious sarcasm, now slamming your things back down onto the table to run your hands over your face. “No, that’s great, because there’s nothing I wanted to do more than to come home and make buffalo chicken dip instead of all the other shit I needed to do today before we left! Amazing! Thank you!” 
At this point, you were almost positive that if your eyes rolled any further, they’d be in the back of your skull, letting out another angry huff as you shook your head at Frankie, who was looking absolutely petrified as he leaned back against the counter, eyes darting to the floor to avoid yours, running his hand over the wispy curls at the nape of his neck. Frankie began to stammer, trying to defend himself from your wrath. 
“Hermosa, I’m- I’m sorry? I know it’s last minute, but you normally make it every time we go over there, I just- I figured it’d be easy for you to do? You can get something else, or I can try to stop by the store really quick on the way home, I just might-” 
“Nope, you want buffalo chicken dip, apparently I’m making buffalo chicken dip!” You groaned, collecting everything back into your hands, swearing under your breath as you tried to balance everything in your grip. “Jesus, okay, I need to go to work, just- I don’t even know. I gotta go, Frankie.” 
“Querida, I-” Frankie pleaded, beginning to trail behind you as you made your way to the front door. 
“Frankie, whatever, it’s fine! I’ll make the stupid dip! I have to go to work, I’ll see you later.” You could feel the muscles in your jaw beginning to clench as you gritted your teeth, trying with everything in you to keep from exploding as you headed out of the house. Without even a kiss goodbye, you left Frankie in the doorway, watching you throw your things in the car and slam the door behind you as you drove down the driveway. 
But as soon as you were on the road and your house was out of view, you could instantly feel the tears beginning to well in your eyes, slowly streaming down your cheeks as you began to sob, wondering why you had ruined the morning over as stupid as an appetizer, and even worse, that you had been a complete asshole to your husband about it. 
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You couldn’t have been more thankful that work had been quiet today- no meetings on the schedule, and no one coming to bother you, leaving you plenty of peace and quiet to continue sulking and brooding in your unpleasant mood. 
Right around lunch time, you found yourself eating alone in your office, wishing your lunch was about ten times saltier and chocolatier than it was, crying to yourself as you watched a video of a dog meeting its new human sibling for the first time.
Just as you were beginning to pack up the rest of your lunch and start back up with your work, you felt a terrible twinge in your lower stomach that had you just about keeled over in pain, followed by that all too familiar feeling in your underwear. 
Frantically scrambling, you reached into your bag to pull out a tampon, hurriedly shuffling to the nearest bathroom, only to reveal the murder scene equivalent as you pulled down your pants. 
Your period had come.  
In that moment, as much as you were dreading the pain and misery that was the next few days to come, you couldn’t also help but feel a slight sense of relief, realizing that you were in fact, not actually a crazy person for the way you were feeling, you were just PMS-ing out of your mind. You couldn’t also help but feel absolutely awful for your unjustified freak out at your husband this morning, your heart sinking with guilt as you made your way back to your desk, immediately grabbing your phone to text Frankie. 
“Hey… I’m so sorry about this morning. What you were asking me to do wasn’t a big deal at all and I totally freaked out on you. My period just started, I think that’s why I’ve been such a bitch this morning. I’m sorry, Frankie, I love you.💕 ” 
It was almost instantly after you hit send that the reply bubble popped up in your message, your heart pounding anxiously waiting for your husband’s reply. 
“It’s okay, I kind of had a feeling 😉 babe, you weren’t being a bitch- I should have talked to you about it sooner. Shitty timing on my part. I’m sorry. I love you too, Querida.” 
Before you could even respond, another message popped up below his first. 
“Don’t worry about going to the store or making anything tonight. I already texted Benny and told him we couldn’t come. We can spend the night in, just the two of us. I can pick up takeout on the way home if you want and we can pick a movie to watch.” 
You could feel your frustrated facade beginning to melt away as your lips shifted from a pursed frown to a small smirk reading Frankie’s text, your thumbs quickly tapping across the screen of your phone to reply. 
“Thank you. You’re the best.” 
“Of course. Hopefully none of your co-workers ask you to make buffalo chicken dip before you leave 😘” 
“Oh shut up, meanie.” 
“Just kidding. Have a good rest of your day, love you. 💙
“Love you too. 🤍” 
Although the rest of your day was nowhere near enjoyable, given the fact you felt like you were getting punched repeatedly in the uterus and your personality resembled that of Oscar the Grouch, you knew that your night in with Frankie was your light at the end of the tunnel, and only needed to make it a few more hours before there was at least some sweet relief finally headed your way. 
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Despite the constant stabbing pain in your lower stomach and back, your drive home from work had you in much better spirits than your drive there, now not only having an explanation as to why you had felt like such a mess, but also knowing the rest of your night was going to be dedicated to nothing but cuddling up in your comfiest clothes and snuggling up next to Frankie on the couch. 
As you pulled down your street, you were surprised to see Frankie’s truck already parked in the driveway, wondering what he was doing at home almost an hour earlier than he had mentioned he would be this morning. Gathering all of your things out of the back of your car, you quietly entered your home, confusion scrunching in your brow as you called out for your husband. 
“Frankie? Babe, are you home?” 
Before you could even kick off your shoes or hang up your coat, Frankie had already appeared at the front door to greet you, boyish grin spread across his face as he grabbed your things out of your hand, carefully placing them on your entryway table before engulfing you in a bear hug, his broad arms wrapping around your body and pulling you closer into his chest. 
You could feel all the muscles in your body instantly relax as your face rested against the soft cotton of his t-shirt, soaking in the familiar woody and savory scent of him, letting yourself be consumed by every ounce of his embrace. 
“Hi Hermosa.” Frankie cooed, pressing a soft kiss against your temple, running his hands up and down your back as you looked up at his sweet brown eyes shining down at you. 
“What are you doing home so early? I mean, not that I’m mad about it at all, I just thought you said that you had to work until 6:30 and-” 
“Told my boss I had to head out early for a family emergency.” Frankie smirked, laughing at you playfully rolling your eyes from his so-called excuse. 
“Last time I checked, your wife being a grump because she’s bleeding out of her cooch doesn’t classify as a family emergency, Fransisco.” You teased, giving him a little shove, making the two of you giggle in tandem. 
“Eh, close enough. I’m really sorry about this morning, querida. I was a dick for not talking to you about plans beforehand and just assuming you could go do it. It wasn’t fair of me.” 
“It’s okay, Frankie. What you were asking for wasn’t a big deal and I made it one because I’ve been a psycho all day. I’m sorry, too.” 
“Well,” Frankie paused, pressing another kiss onto your cheek, the width of his palm gently cradling your jaw as you stared up at him and his sympathetic smile, “number one, you are not a psycho. I can’t imagine how uncomfortable you must feel right now, so even if you were, I wouldn’t blame you one bit. Number two,” he paused again, shifting his kiss from your cheek to your lips, his thumb delicately swiping across your skin, “you’re my wife and I love you more than anything, and if I can take a little time off to help make you feel better, it’s the least I can do. So, why don’t you go change into something comfortable, and when you get back down here, I will have pizza and ice cream, whatever movie you wanna watch, and a back rub ready for you, okay?”   
“Okay. Thank you, Frankie. God, you’re the best.” You grinned, pressing up on your tiptoes to let your mouth meet Frankie’s, the plush pout of his bottom lip swiping across yours, lingering just long enough to let the butterflies in your stomach begin to swirl, heat creeping through your cheeks in the tenderness of the moment.
“Of course, cariño. Te amo. Now go get changed.” With one last peck on his lips, you wiggled out of Frankie’s grasp to make your way up the stairs, grinning to see that your husband had already set out your favorite of his oversized sweatshirts and sweatpants, neatly folded on the bed for you to grab, quickly shuffling out of your uncomfortable work attire and exchanging it for Frankie’s clothes, your smile growing even wider at the feeling of perpetually being wrapped up in the essence of him. 
As you made your way back downstairs to meet Frankie, you found your heart skipping a beat again to see that the better part of the living room had been turned into a cozy sanctuary- lights dim and candles lit, both parts of your couch squished together, filled with every pillow and blanket you owned, and Frankie sitting in the middle, giant box of pizza, tub of ice cream and your handsome husband waiting for you. 
As if your emotions hadn’t already taken you on a wild roller coaster of a ride today, the adorable sight in front of you had you on the verge of tears again, wiping the wetness pooling in your eyes with the back of Frankie’s sweatshirt sleeve drooping off your arm before crawling into the blanket fort he had constructed for the two of you. 
“Frankie… You didn’t have to do this.” You sniffled, curling up next to Frankie as he draped a blanket over your lap and his arm over your shoulder, passing you a plate with 2 large pieces of pizza. 
“It’s the least I could do. I put on Hercules for us to watch, but if you wanna-” 
Before you could let him finish the rest of his sentence, you were running your hand across the scratchy stubble of his cheek, pulling his face closer to yours as you planted a kiss on his lips, feeling your smiles melt into one another's as your mouths met. “That sounds perfect. God, how’d I get so lucky?” 
“I could say the same thing, mi amor. You ready to start the movie?” 
“Only if you also pass me that tub of Ben and Jerry’s to go with my pizza.” 
“I think I can make that happen.” 
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About half way through the movie, pizza and tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, your and Frankie’s bodies were tangled together in a sea of limbs and blankets, contently snuggled up with one another as Frankie’s fingers traced lazy circles on your back and shoulder as you laid against his chest. 
“You doin’ okay, querida? Need anything?” He cooed, his soft voice dancing in your ear. As if it weren’t enough that you had already been through the extreme highs and lows of almost every feeling under the sun today, the one you hadn’t been until this very moment was insatiably horny. While the mood swings you had mentally prepared yourself for with your new period symptoms, the constant other kind of ache between your legs you had not, and feeling the low rasp of Frankie’s words tickling your neck had been just enough to flip the switch to make you desperately needy. 
Letting your leg slide over Frankie’s lap, you pushed yourself up to straddle his hips, running your hands through the dark curls of his thick, brown hair, and down his broad chest, your fists bunching the worn fabric of his shirt in your hands as your mouths became a mess of tangled tongues and teeth. 
“I need- fuck- I need you, Frankie, please.” You pleaded between muffled moans, his tongue swiping in the parted space where your lips melted together as one, instinctively beginning to grind your hips into his, feeling the bulge in his sweatpants starting to grow beneath you. 
“Fuck- You sure, baby?” Frankie rasped, reactively bucking up into you, making you whine as his hands dug into your hips, guiding you as you swirled over the tented fabric of his bottom half rubbing against your covered core. 
“Please. Please, Frankie.” You were all but whimpering at this point, nodding frantically in approval as Frankie used the grasp on your hips to guide you onto your back, making you cock your head in confusion as Frankie scampered to the other side of the couch, back turned to you as he reached over the ledge, pulling out a thick, black towel with a smug grin on his face. “Did you seriously have a towel ready incase I wanted to have sex?” You snorted, shaking your head at Frankie, now crawling back to you, caging your body under his with an electric kiss as he shimmied the towel underneath you. 
“Maybe.” Frankie smirked, breaking from your kiss to let his lips trail down your body, his hands toying with the edge of his sweatshirt covering your body as he pushed it up your stomach and chest, helping you to shimmy it over your head, leaving your top half exposed. He gently palmed at your breasts, taking each pebbled nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking at the buds with his tongue before letting his kisses travel down the soft skin of your stomach and waistband of your sweatpants. The clothes on your bottom half soon joined your sweatshirt in a crumpled pile as Frankie nestled himself between your legs, gently nudging your hips to let your thighs part, revealing your pussy, slick and shiny for him with your juices. 
Even though Frankie would eat you out for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a late night snack, you couldn’t help but feel guilty that he still found himself between your legs during your time of the month, considering any other man probably would have scoffed at just the thought of going down on you on your period. 
But, then again, Frankie Morales wasn’t just any other man. 
“Frankie, baby, you know you don’t- Oh fuck!” You gasped, cut off in surprise as Frankie’s tongue licked a long, broad strip across your cunt, making you shudder in pleasure as his head perked up, revealing the devilish grin spread between his cheeks watching your chest already heave in heavy, shaky breaths. 
“Oh I know I don’t have to, sweet girl. But I want to. Relax, baby, lemme take care of you.” 
Before you could agree, protest, or anything in between, Frankie was back between your legs, arms wrapped around your thighs as they draped over his broad shoulders, digging his fingertips into the plush softness of your skin, dragging his tongue through your folds with the exact grace and precision that he knew made you fall apart in seconds. 
With flat, firm presses of his mouth latched against your clit, you could already feel your bottom half writhing under him, the perfect pressure of his tongue dancing around your sensitive bundle of nerves making you moan in pleasure. As your head dipped back, falling into the couch pillow behind you, your hand shot down, fingers burying themselves in the wild curls of Frankie’s hair, tugging at the thick ends for any sort of release as he worked relentlessly at your aching cunt. 
“Fuck, Frankie, oh fuck- Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” You whined, your praise only intensifying the way your husband drank every ounce of you up, two thick fingers now gently pressing inside your heat, curled deliciously as they rocked in and out of your entrance, nudging against your g-spot. 
Frankie had spent enough time worshiping the altar that was your pussy to know exactly how to make you crumble beneath him, leaving you chanting his name like a prayer as his lips latched around your clit, ferociously sucking as his fingers prodded at the soft, spongy spot that made your cunt begin to clench and heat in your belly pool. 
“That’s it, Hermosa. I know you’re close, baby girl. Let me feel you, mi amor. I’ve got you.” Frankie groaned, his words humming deep in his chest, placing chaste kisses on the inside of your thighs before drinking you up like a man starved, adding a third finger into your heat, the added fullness and stretch, combined with Frankie’s relentless pace, enough to have the tingle that had been building at the base of your spine now washing through every inch of your body. Your orgasm began to crash through you, your pussy fluttering as pleasure radiated in your veins, making you cry out Frankie’s name over and over. 
Frankie worked persistently through your high, only pulling back after making sure that you had cum again, sitting back on his haunches as he admired the blissed out and ragged mess you had become, your pussy slick and swollen as your chest rose and fell in wrecked inhales and exhales, trying to compose yourself from the Frankie and fucked you senseless with just his tongue. 
Wiping the slick and juices glistening in his mustache with the back of his hand, Frankie tugged the sweatshirt covering his own body over his head, followed by his pants and boxers, freeing his painfully hard cock as it slapped against his stomach, his tip red and leaking with precum as his broad body loomed over yours, sucking and nipping at your pulse point as you whimpered his name. 
“Frankie, holy fuck.” 
“Such a good girl for me, querida. You still want me to fuck you, baby?” He mewled, the metallic and tangy taste of you still lingering on his tongue as he kissed you, laughing to himself at the way you found yourself frantically nodding your head to tell him yes before your words could. 
“Jesus Christ, yes. Fuck, please Frankie, I need to feel you.” 
Reaching down to stroke himself, he lined his cock up with your entrance, easily sliding into your heat and brushing his tip against your cervix, taking a moment to let you adjust to his fullness. The whine you let out as Frankie filled every inch of you was nothing short of ragged, digging your nails into the skin of his broad back as he ever so slowly began to thrust in and out of you, dragging his length against the slick of your cunt. 
“Oh fuck me- Fuck, you hear how wet you are for me, sweet girl? This what you needed, baby? To fill up that pretty little pussy of yours?” Frankie groaned, letting his forehead rest against yours, his sweaty curls now starting to stick to his skin as he pounded into you, rutting his hips at a faster and faster pace. 
“It’s all for you, Frankie- Oh shit- only for you.” You moaned, your fingers wrapping around the width of his biceps, flexing deliciously as he hovered over you, sucking you in to a long, deep kiss, fucking into you over and over. 
Even with the years between you and the ring on your finger, the possessive part of Frankie’s brain would never get over how the primal and all consuming feeling of knowing you were his, forever, your words shooting straight to his dick as a low groan rumbled in his chest, silently cursing to himself through gritted teeth, watching you fall apart below him. 
Readjusting himself, Frankie sat back on his heels, hooking his arm under one of your legs to drape it over his shoulder, the new angle stretching you out in a way that had you seeing stars as Frankie rammed into your g-spot and began thumbing at your clit, still swollen and sensitive from your first orgasm. You could already feel the heat beginning to bloom in your belly once again, your leg beginning to tremble hoisted over Frankie’s shoulder as he dug into the meat of your thigh with a bruising intensity. 
Just like he would never get over the fact of knowing you were his, Frankie would never get over watching you begin to crumble under his touch, taking the time to memorize every twitch and twinge your body made as you came closer and closer to your end, always savoring in the moaning mess you’d become as you fell apart around him. 
“Fuck, Frankie, Fuck, oh my god- I’m close, baby.” You were all but rambling at this point, your brain barley stringing together coherent sentences as you felt your cunt beginning to clench around his cock, the lewd noises of your moans, wetness and skin slapping together as your hips met filling the room at a borderline pornagraphic rate. 
“Meirda, I’m not gonna last much longer, hermosa. Fuck, where do you want me, baby?” Frankie growled through gritted teeth, his eyes locking on yours and telling him everything he needed to know without you saying a word. 
“Inside. Fuck, please Frankie, I want you to cum inside me.” 
Your confirmation was all it took to flip the switch in Frankie that sent him absolutely feral, the thought of being able to actually knock you up now that you weren’t on birth control anymore, giving you a baby, proving another way to the world to mark you as his? The thought alone was enough to have him bracing every bone in his body to keep him from cuming right then and there. 
“Fuck me. You want me to fill you up, querida? Fuck me full of you? Fuck a baby into you? That's what you want, huh?” Frankie moaned, grunting with each thrust of his hips, his rhythm becoming more frantic and shaky as he felt your pussy begin to flutter around him, pressing the pads of his fingers against your clit, swirling them in frantic circles to make sure you came before he did. 
“Fuck, yes. I need you too, holy fuck- wanna make you a daddy, Fransisco.” 
You could feel the tightly wound knot in your core starting to snap, your legs trembling and breath shaking as Frankie fucked into you, finding yourself on the verge of collapse- but not before Frankie’s filthy mouth got the last word in. 
“Jesus, fuck- Fuck, hermosa. That’s what you want, pretty girl? I swear, I’m gonna fuck myself so deep into you it’ll fucking take. Get you fucking pregnant tonight.” 
That was all it took to have you orgasm come crashing through you, every inch of your body radiating with pleasure as you came, crying out Frankie’s name as you gushed around him, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head, your mind going blank and numb, the only thing grounding you were the incoherent ramblings of your husband as he followed suit behind you. 
“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna cum too, fuck, fuck-ahhhhhh.” With one final thrust, Frankie could feel himself spilling against your walls, coating you with his spend as his cock pulsed, making sure he milked himself of every last drop deep inside your cunt before even thinking about pulling out. Moving your leg, Frankie slumped into you, splaying himself across your body as your chests rose and fell in sync, laying in silence as you let your breathing steady, coming back down to Earth from your high. 
With a shallow grunt, Frankie carefully pulled his softening cock out of your heat, leaning back to admire the mess he had made between your legs, his cum dripping down the inside of your thighs and pussy glistening with the mixture of your arousal. You let out a soft hiss at the loss of Frankie’s fullness inside you, only to quickly be replaced by a gasp as he buried his two fingers back into your cunt.  
“Gotta make sure every last drop stays in there, hermosa. Gonna keep you full of me all night, baby.” He mewled, carefully gathering his spend and pushing it deep inside you, making you whimper as he slowly pulsed his fingers back and forth, pulling away his hand to lean back into your body, engulfing you with an electric kiss. 
“Holy fuck, fuck me. Jesus, Frankie.” You laughed to yourself, your head dipping back on the pillow as you buried your face in your hands, at a loss for words at how euphoric you now felt in your post colital bliss. 
“Wow, again, already? Gotta give me a few after that querida.” He smirked, making you roll your eyes at his joke as you playfully swatted at him, making him lean in to pepper your body with kisses, leaving you squealing and squirming in delight. 
“You are absolutely ridiculous, Fransisco Morales. If you keep fucking me like that, then yeah, absolutley.” 
“If I keep fucking you like this, I have a very hopeful feeling that next month, we’ll have something else to care about besides period cramps.”
“I swear to god, if one of my cravings ends up being buffalo chicken dip once I’m pregnant, I’m gonna be pissed.”
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aguacatetoast · 2 years
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Lust at First Sight part 2
You have your sister's wedding next week and you were nervous about conquering it all by yourself, but you find an unlikely guest to accompany you and make it more tolerable.
A/N: This is part 2, please read part 1 to fully understand the context of things thank you<3
Warnings: Teasing, praising, creampie, hitting in from the back, nagging and maybe more idk pls lmk!
Likes and reblogs are appreciated<3
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After the party ended, you and Frank made your way back in the car, you two had a couple of drinks in your system, you two felt very loose with each other and were walking very closely together. All throughout the car ride, Frank kept his large hand tightly gripping your inner thigh. You were dripping with arousal, you wanted to get to the hotel room and please yourself, it was worse when Frank would rub his hand up and down your thigh every now and then. You were throbbing yearning for him to touch you, to kiss you. Every now and then you saw Frank staring at you asking you if you were ok, you just shook your head, yes, not wanting to admit to him how you were feeling and what you actually wanted him to do. You got out of the car and he close it moving you to be lying on the car door. You two were very close and he proceeds to close his arms around your waist and press himself close to you and you felt as if you were going to burst. He gets so close to your face that your noses started to rub each other and then he leaned in and you two kissed. It was a deep and passionate kiss, you grabbed the back of his neck and started to tug on his hair a bit. He lets go but is still close to your face "You don't know how long I've been wanting to do that" you smile and say "Me too Frankie, I'm so happy you came with me today I wouldn't have had as much fun if you hadn't come with me" he kisses you again and says "Anytime sweet girl."
"Hey Frank it's pretty late, we've had a couple of drinks, why don't you just stay with me in the hotel room? It's only one bed but it's pretty big, I'm sure we ca-" He cut you off and started to walk over to the valet parking handing the worker his keys, and made his way towards you. "Let's go, sweetheart" You started to rush to where he was and you two started to head to the hotel. You made it to your room, your stomach churning and you were nervous about what would happen now that you and Frank would be all alone, sharing a bed, and being so close to each other. You were throbbing and wet ready to be with Frank. As you two entered the room, Frank grabbed you and put you against the wall passionately making out, feeling his wet tongue on yours loving his taste. He starts grabbing your waist going down to your butt and getting a good squeeze, you moaned into his mouth and grabbed your ass even harder, and pulling you towards his hard dick print. You started to take off his blazer and unbutton his shirt under. He was zipping your dress down, and when he finally did it, he took it off with one go and you were vulnerable in front of him, you weren't wearing a bra because the dress didn't need it and you were with some simple lace panties. He took a moment to appreciate you and said " You are perfect, absolutely stunning" He uses his thumb to rub on your sensitive nipple making it hard, you start moving towards the bed but not before you take off Frank's shirt. You admired his strongly built figure taking everything in and gawking at him, "Jesus Frank where had you been hiding this body" he laughed as he's taking off his belt and lose his pants entirely while taking off his shoes. He stood in front of you in just underwear and pulls you in closer. He throws you onto the bed and lays you flat on your back as he goes in between your thighs. He grips both of your thighs and starts kissing your inner thighs getting closer and closer to your throbbing mess. He moves your panties downs and looks at your cunt with loving eyes, "Fuck baby, everything about you is so perfect." You bite your bottom lip not knowing how much more of his teasing you could handle. He finally dives in and you and his wet and hot tongue lick and suck on your clit, he eating you out like a starved man. Your moans were filling the hotel room and Frank felt as if he could hear you making those erotic noises forever. He sticks one finger in causing you to gasp and moan out a soft "F-Frank..." He stops and you complain "Frank why'd you stop?" He shushes you and flips you over ass facing him. He starts to align himself with you and you felt just how big he was you grip the bed sheets so that you're able to handle him. He thrusts in and lets out a soft moan, and starts thrusting slowly to let you adjust to him. "Mmm, you feel so good fuck." You moan as his appraisal and his thrusts get faster and faster, and deeper. All you hear are his soft moans your pornographic sounds and your wet cunt with the sound of your bodies clapping together. You were feeling euphoric and then you felt him rub on your sensitive and wet clit. This caused you to further arch your back and made his thrusts feel deeper. But he pulls your hair to pull your face towards him as he's thrusting into you, "Let me see that pretty face you have sweetheart, you're mine sweet girl", you couldn't even answer him because you were so dick drunk. You stay in the position as you felt his thrust go in deeper causing you to moan louder and louder, you were getting close to your finish and Frank knew it. He kept on playing with your clit and moving in a certain position where he was hitting your g-spot. The burning sensation in your stomach started to grow until you were overwhelmed and came to your release.
You moaned loudly and this caused Frank to start getting closer to his own release "Yeah baby, be a good girl cum for me" Your release didn't stop from Frank playing with your clit and you were getting overstimulated. Frank started to get sloppy until he released his seed in you. Pulling out to see you in such a pornographic position all stretched out face down with your cunt fully exposed with his seed all over it. But he got a towel nearby and started to clean you up. You lay down under the covers and he soon joins you.
He grabs you close grabbing your waist and playing with your bare skin, you lie your head on his chest and start to run your fingers softly on his chest while you're calming down from your high. He kisses your forehead and says "Goodnight Beautiful" and you replied to him "Goodnight Frankie."
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djarinsbeskar · 3 years
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First fight/Making up HC with Frankie? 🥺
Idk why I'm in the mood for some ✨angst✨ 🥲
Oh our grogrous pilot, fighting with him would be simply heartbreaking but let's take a look, shall we?
💥- a First fight/Make up HC with Frankie
Frankie is soft spoken and unassuming by nature. He isn't known for explosive outbursts or confrontation, and is more likely to internalise any conflict he may have. It’s very unhealthy and has been a contributing factor in many of the issues he faced in life, both during his time in service and afterwards.
When you two start dating, you’ve already had to fight your way to that position. Your relationship was built on friendship, and the shift to romance scared the living crap out of Frankie. He was going to fuck it up, someone like you could never see him as anything more than a friend, he was just too fucked up.
But you faced every obstacle he might have unwittingly thrown in your way, and the relationship that blooms is truly beautiful having been born from such adversity. He fought so hard because he cared that much. You understand that, you get it--- but that doesn’t mean you didn’t learn to recognise his habit of self-sabotage.
Because of this, you’re now very good at spotting it. 
So when you run into some old friends of yours, several of whom are strapping, handome, successful men-- he wonders why you’re with a guy like him. You guys have only been dating a month, and it was obvious you could have had any of them you wanted. 
That night he might make a comment, a deflection from his own insecurity-- a casual “God Pup, you really lowered your standards for me.”
And it hurts. It hurts enough to make you mad. That he would think-- that he could ever even imagine that he wasn’t enough for you? The alcohol in your systems don’t help and you end up snapping at him, “You really think so little of me, Cat?”
And like the good soldier he is, Frankie would stay silent-- not respond and contain the swells of conflicting emotions from surfacing; the insecurity, the guilt of keeping you down with him when you could soar, the guilt of hurting you for thinking that way.
“Why are you trying to ruin this before we’ve even had a chance?” you’d finally exclaim, tears that you can’t hide shining in your eyes and his heart would simply shatter. Shatters because he loves you, and when he loves something in his fucked up life and in his fucked up way-- he taints it, and he doesn’t want to taint you. But God, he’s selfish. He doesn’t want to let you go. 
So when you storm out of the bedroom - you will not let him see you cry - he’s after you in a heartbeat. You had only been making your way to the kitchen, to grab some water to cool down, but the iron hold he takes you in, clinging to you as he hugs you from behind is like he’s trying to keep the pieces of himself together, using you like glue to hold those broken parts he desperately wants mended together. 
“Frankie--?”
“Don’t go, Pup--” he’d mutter in your neck, his hold almost bruising but that wasn’t what bothered you-- the hammering of his heart against your back did. 
“I’m not going anywhere... baby-- look at me,” you’d soothe, turning in his hold when he loosened it enough to let you. Those gorgeous eyes would be consumed by the ghosts that usually lay hidden just below their surface. Self-sabotage was how Frankie tried to protect himself, you always knew this-- even when he didn’t.
It was good to see him fight though, to see him backtrack on that sabotage… for you. He was trying, and that was all youcould ask for.
“I’m here, Cat--- I’m here,” you’d wrap your arms around him, and when he sags against you, the relief evident in the drop of his shoulders and the exhale against your neck, you card your fingers through his hair gently,
“I don’t abandon the people I love, Frankie. Never. You’re stuck with me.” you’d whisper in his ear and his arms would tighten around you once more, and you never felt safer-- more loved, or cherished than when he used that raw, unpolished affection in hugging you.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Pup...” 
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weretigerkun · 7 years
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Tag Games, 2 in 1
long post under the cut
Rules: Answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions. 
Tagged by @nekojimaxosamew and @looking-for-stray-dogs ahhh, thank you ;w; 1. coke or pepsi: i dislike both but coke is better 2. disney or dreamworks: disney? 3. coffee or tea: tea!! 4. books or movies: books 5. windows or mac: windows. if u make me use mac i get so confused. i dont even know how to scroll down lol 6. dc or marvel: marvel 7. x-box or playstation: i dont play video games so i really dont know... 8. dragon age or mass effect: ... pls see above answer 9. night owl or early riser: night owl, absolutely. 10. cards or chess: cards 11. chocolate or vanilla: vanilla! 12. vans or converse: converse bc they are the COMFIEST thing 13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: ????? lavellan sounds pretty. like lavender 14. fluff or angst: reading fluff but writing angst 15. beach or forest: forest! 16. dogs or cats: cats! who would i be if i chose otherwise 17. clear skies or rain: can it just be cloudy lol 18. cooking or eating out: cooking is healthier and cheaper but i enjoy eating out bc ... yeah its fun 19. spicy food or mild food: mild 20. halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: christmas 21. would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: a little too cold, bc i'd rather be always chilly than always angry :---) 22. if you could have any superpower, what would it be?: does mind control count just so i can conveniently get through life lol... if it doesnt, teleportation! 23. animation or live action: this... is difficult 24. paragon or renegade: ??? 25. baths or showers: showers 26. team cap or team ironman: team cap ;w; 27: fantasy or sci-fi: sci-fi 28. do you have three or four favorite quotes, if so what are they: this is... difficult... i dont usually have favorite quotes. let me update this when i hve access to all my books again
29. netflix or youtube: youtube 30. Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: harry potter! i’ve never read any rick riordan books lol 31. when you feel accomplished: ....um, finishing something and actually being proud of it maybe 32. star wars or star trek: never watched star trek 33. paperback or hardback: paperback bc hardback is so heavy 34. horror or rom-com: horror, esp psychological~ i hate pointless gore films but im not a romcom fan either (bc so rarely is it done well, but as a fanfic author you know i still love romance lol) 35: Tv shows or movies: movies (unless anime counts lol) 36. spotify or pandora: spotify. rip 8tracks 37. zootopia or inside out: ZOOTOPIA IS MY DAMN JAM OKAY NOW WHEN WILL THEY MAKE MARXISM FOR KIDS THE MOVIE 38. dragons or unicorns: DRAGONS omg i loved dragons as a kid i even had a book about dragons and wanted to be a knight when i grew up lmao 
i’m not tagging anyone for this bc look at how long that is... also everyone’s done it already i think :D
YES THIS NEXT ONE IS A GOOD ONE I LOVE HEARING THESE THINGS ABOUT OTHERS AND SHARING THEM TOO
tagged by the dear @pengwenno
1. Are you named after someone?
no. my parents just really liked the name and thought it was pretty ;w; frankie isnt my full name of course
2. When’s the last time you cried?
oh damn.... early this week AHAHAH
you know that zodiac meme post that goes “virgo: pretends theyre not affeced but will cry at night” thats me bitch
3. Do you like your handwriting?
i think i do :D it’s very messy and sometimes hard to decipher but other people say it’s nice 
4. What’s your favorite lunch meat?
mmmhmhm everything give me all the protein 
5. Do you have kids?
no and i dont plan to ... do you honestly trust me with raising another human being? also, imagine saving all that money to go on trips abroad and travel and buy stuff aaaah
6. If you were another person, would you be friends with yourself?
no bc that bitch needs to get herself together
7. Do you use sarcasm?
i use it a lot and even when im being very quiet and polite in front of older people or authority sometimes it slips out too :---)
8. Do you still have your tonsils?
yes
9. Would you bungee jump?
no bc im a scaredy cat who would probably cry
10. What’s your favorite kind of cereal?
the ones with mixed nuts
11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
only if im really in a rush
12. Do you think you’re a strong person?
no i am the weakest
13. What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?
vanilla, matcha, avocado... i cant choose 
14. What’s the first thing you notice about people?
clothes usually (and i have eye contact problems kajdf; i promise i dont mean to be rude i just hate making unnecessary eye contact bc it makes me so uncomfortable)
15: Red or pink?
red especially burgundy~ but pink is cute too, as long as its light or pastel
16. What’s the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself?
EDIT: oh wait PHYSICAL THING omg i misread
maybe my gross baby hands like theyre so small and chubby... not cute or feminine at all :(
17. What color pants and shoes are you wearing now?
purple pajamas and no shoes bc I SHOULD BE GETTING READY TO LEAVE BUT INSTEAD IM ANSWERING THIS THING 
18. What’s the last thing you ate?
buchi for dessert 
19. What are you listening to right now?
white noise of construction
20. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
maybe dark blue
21. Favorite smell?
???? idek. bread.
22. Who’s the last person you spoke to on the phone?
i dont remember
23. Favorite game?
alice: madness returns
24. Hair color?
dark dark brown
25. Eye color?
whoops you guessed it: brown
26. Do you wear contacts?
no, my eyes are too dry for them
27. Favorite food to eat?
barbecue... sushi... japanese sweets.... bread
28. Scary movies or comedy?
comedy
29: Last movie you watched?
oh fuck i dont remember either.....
30. What color shirt are you wearing?
gray
31. Summer or winter?
i hate summer with a passion okay and i would probs die in winter but winter
32. Hugs or kisses?
hugs ;w; 
33. What book are you currently reading?
the haunting of hill house
34. Who do you miss right now?
mmm lets not answer this question
35. What’s on your mouse pad?
no mouse pad
36. What’s the last TV show you watched?
jimi ni sugoi
37. What’s the best sound?
soft rain, soft conversation, tinkling of glasses
38. YouTube mashups or ambient noise?
ambient noise
39. What’s the farthest you have ever traveled?
london
40. Do you have a special talent?
i can move my ears ahahha
41. Where were you born?
metro manila
42. People you’d like to participate in this survey?
@magicalgirlmafu (idk if u have answered thsi huhuhu it seems different from the other one) @nekojimaxosamew @shiori-reiko @lunajpg @empathique @chazuketiger (if you’re comfortable with these things?) @looking-for-stray-dogs
no pressure to answer okay!!
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