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l0ngschl0ngking · 1 year

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These hands were made for worshipping you

Francisco “Catfish” Morales x f!reader

summary: Frankie wants to show you exactly how much he adores you

warnings: SMUT (oral - f!receiving, pussy drunk Frankie, vaginal fingering, mirror sex, unprotected p in v, like 1 spit on the pussy, squirting -3:)- , body worship, size kink -kind of?-, dirty talk - Frankie has a foul mouth), mentions of reader being insecure about her body, mentions of postpartum depression, mentions of food, cursing, dad!frankie and it’s me so…fluff of course

word count: 7k (of filth)

A/N: Frankie is my fav Pedro character so I hope I did a good job writing him :)).

Francisco Morales is an observant man – punctilious dared you to say – he notices even the smallest of details. Whether it's about you, his friends, or the people he meets on the street. He notices the small crinkle of your nose when you smell something good or the way you squint your eyes when you are deep in thought. You guess it's from his times in the army – if you weren't attentive on the mission you were as good as dead.

So Frankie notices the way you quickly walk past mirrors now – or when you do look at yourself in one – your sad look as your eyes dance across your face, your body which changed after the birth of your baby girl. He sees the small frown adorning your face and the way you huff. When you catch him looking at you, you quickly smile and try to hide this look he cannot quite place – but Frankie notices. He wants to make you feel good. He always does. It's Frankie – your Frankie – who wants nothing more than to please you.

So an idea pops in his head. He has planned a nice romantic dinner at your favorite Italian restaurant – god knows he hasn’t taken you out on a date since birth and it's been almost 2 months now. His parents said that they would come and pick up little Gracie – you were adamant and not sure if that was such a good idea at first, you weren't apart from her before. But Frankie has a way with persuasion – all it takes for you to give in are his brown eyes paired with his fluffy hair and patchy beard and you are done for. So it's no surprise when you say yes to his plan to try and make you feel better – normal.

He read it once in this shitty magazine when you two were waiting for your doctor's appointment – that women are prone to postpartum depression, mood swings after birth…And he hated even thinking that you might feel that way. He tried to help as much as possible when he came home from work – exhausted most of the time than not. His soothing voice telling you to relax, his big hands paired with his calloused fingers massaging your shoulders, his hot breath on your skin when he kisses you so softly onto that spot on your neck – the smooth tone of his voice hushing your worries and the sweet nothings released from his mouth whispered in your ear.

So you feel even worse when none of his soothing words help and his gentle touch makes you feel even more anxious. When his hands make contact with your skin you want to pull away. Because he deserves better and you know that – you are disgusting. Your clothes don’t fit you anymore even when you try – emphasizing the word try as most of the time you are too tired - to work out. Your body has changed now and you feel repulsed by the way you look, by the way you walk and talk. You feel like you are not good enough of a wife, let alone a mother. You keep telling yourself that he touches you just because he feels obligated to – as your husband. Because how could he love this horrid-looking person staring back at you anytime you look in the mirror?

And what makes you feel even worse is the way he makes it all look so damn easy – the parenting. When he comes home from work he tries to take care of both of you and he never complains. He never has mental breakdowns – like you do - when Gracie cries to the point you just want to lock yourself in the bathroom. When she doesn’t want to latch on although you know she is hungry. But you think he knows – because it's Frankie – and he just doesn’t want you to feel bad, he never calls you out on it. And she seems like such a ray of sunshine with him – he makes her calm down immediately with his sheer presence. And you feel bad for Frankie because he really –really – does deserve better than this – than you. So you want to make it up to him – your behavior, your incompetence – and you dubiously agree to his proposal for a date.

You pack up everything for your daughter – and you also triple-check everything too, before you are satisfied. You packed her two bags and Frankie thinks it's too much for not even one day – he doesn’t say anything, however. He knows his parents are capable of taking care of his chiquita – after all, they took care of him and raised him. And he knows you don’t doubt them – you are just worried – and he understands. When the evening quickly rolls and you hear the bell , you want to go and get it but Frankie just shushes you and tells you to get ready – his patchy beard scratching you when he presses a brisk kiss on your cheek when you try telling him for the hundredth time where everything is and that they have to reheat the milk in the warm water. He takes Gracie from your arms and blows raspberries on her tummy – she laughs and he laughs along with her as he opens the door. You only hear the hushed voices of his parents as they greet their only granddaughter when you go upstairs to your shared bedroom.

Frankie is still dressed in his sweatpants and a soft cotton shirt which you got him as a joke before Gracie was born -Girl Dad written on it in a pretty cursive font, his signature well-worn-off cap sitting on top of his head when he runs up the stairs after he tells his mother the instructions you gave her and she just brushes him off and scoffs – as if offended - but he knows she meant it in a heartwarming “I know what to do, mijo” kind of way. He passes his chiquita to his dad and presses wet kisses onto her whole face - saying goodbye to her. She doesn't even seem to care though as she laughs at something Frankie's dad does and Frankie smiles as he softly closes the doors.

You and your mother-in-law get along well and she respects you – and you respect her in return. After all, she raised Frankie and he grew up into a pretty great man - in your opinion. She is also more like a second mother to you as yours lives in another state and you can't see her as often as you'd like. Opposed to Frankie's parents who live close by and help you with Gracie as often as they can. And you are grateful for that as you still don’t know how to navigate in this new role of a mother. Gracie loves them too – especially her grandad who calls her “mi little princesa”– and doesn’t she know it? Last time he bought her this pink princess-looking dress and even though she fussed when you try to put it on her she calmed down when her grandad almost cried and took thousands of pictures - while making the silliest faces at her - of her which he shows to all of his friends anytime he has the chance now.

When Frankie faintly opens the bedroom door, he stands in the doorway – leaning against the doorframe as he watches you stand in front of the full-length mirror you two bought when you just moved in. It's an old thing but you fell in love with it when you found it in one of these old antique shops you were passing by one day. Pretty hefty with the wooden frame adorning it and Frankie complained at least another week after he carried it up the stairs that his lower back was now killing him because of it.

So he watches when you smooth your hands down the material of the pretty floral dress you are now wearing – funnily enough Frankie’s favorite and the only one which you could actually zip up all the way. He sees the way your shoulders sag down and the way you shake your head at yourself. He sighs quietly and steps into the room – for a man his size he can be quiet as a mouse and he sneaks behind you – his hands making their way to your waist. He lowers his chin onto your shoulder. You meet his gaze in the mirror and he offers you a small smile – the compliment he wants to say sits on top of his tongue – but you beat him to it, the tears threatening to escape you, now stinging your eyes.

“I look like shit, Frankie.” It surprises him really – he knew you were feeling down, he could see it – but this is the first time you actually say something about it to him. He tried to talk to you but you always just closed off and he never wanted to push on the subject – not wanting to make you even more uncomofrtable. He grips your waist tighter and one of his hands brushes the unshed tears from your eyes. His thumb smoothing over the soft fabric of your dress. You feel the vibrations of his voice on your shoulder when he speaks.

“Baby, you are absoutely breathtakingly gorgeous.” He whispers and the way he says it – full of endearment and love, with the soft tone he only reserves for you makes it easy for you to believe him – or to at least try to believe him. You shake your head in disagreement and he grabs your chin – his thick fingers squeezing – making you look at him in the mirror. Really look at him. "And I don't know why you feel the way you feel but I do want to help you because I love you so fucking much it hurts me sometimes." The ghost of his whispered confession lingers in the air and you swallow thickly as he holds your stare. You can feel the way his chest heaves with every pass of his breath because he is so close to you - so fucking close. You feel his hard chest pressed up against your back and his soft stomach on your lower back, his bulge pressing against you. In the mirror, you can see how broad he is opposite to you - his shirt straining against his shoulders that you love to rest your legs on while he eats you out.

And for someone as attentive as Frankie he is also pretty unassuming when it comes to himself. He praises you every chance he has, he touches you anytime you pass by him. He's tall and lumbering and he doesn't even know the effect he has on you. You try to tell him constantly how much you love him - god and do you ever - and try to make him at least half as loved and appreciated as you feel. He always just shrugs you off with a shy chuckle under his breath and blush on his scruffy cheeks. You love him for him and it doesn't hurt that he is also the most gorgeous man you've ever encountered. With his brown eyes and curly hair, his patchy beard and aquiline nose and that stupid hat that seems to be glued to his head. And somehow he is yours.

You love the way he towers over you and how his solid chest now presses against your back when he hugs you from behind. Or fucks you from behind. And you miss it - god how much you miss it - the way his big fat cock feels against your walls and how it seems to split you almost in half - even after all these years together. But even though Frankie doesn't seem to be repulsed by you – he hasn’t tried any moves on you since the birth of your baby girl and the thought of him not finding you attractive anymore bruises your beating heart.

He can sense the change in your body language – the press of your ass against his crotch, your head bumping onto his shoulder and he digs his blunt nails into your hip, the hand that was holding your chin smoothing over the soft skin of your now exposed throat, down between the valley of your breasts and stopping on your stomach. He feels you tense and he places a delicate kiss on your neck – the feel of his beard sending shudder down your spine. A silent moan falls out of your lips when his tongue pokes out to suck on your skin and you feel him smirk against you – the scrape of his teeth making you writhe under his touch. You don’t want to feel this way anymore – unattractive and worthless – and it seems Frankie can read your mind as he meets your eyes when you open them and look at him in the mirror. A hushed: “Tell me what do you need” is said between the soft nips left on your nape and it's hard to concentrate with the way his deft fingers toy with the hem of your dress.

Francisco Morales is a patient man – he can wait hours for a target to show up or wait while you shop for new clothes -he especially enjoys when you buy new langerie. And he is equally as patient now as he waits for your answer. Basking in the way you just let him hold you after so long without tensing up immediately. You are now putty in his hands which explore your new body he hasn’t had a chance to really touch. And he absolutely fucking loves it. He loves all of the new curves and how his calloused fingers dip into your soft flesh. He traces it with a newfound adoration and appreciation for you. You birthed his daughter and he cannot believe you are so strong and perfect – his exquisite little wife. He wants to show you how fucking much he adores you – all of you. And so he waits for your answer – he roughly exhales when he hears the low “Just need you, Francisco” as you squeeze one of his hands holding your upper thigh.

He nods – once, twice – before he carefully unzips your floral dress which falls from your shoulders. He presses light kisses into the crook of them and he moves to kiss your shoulder blades, his fingers tracing the beauty marks adorning your back. His touch is electrifying and you whine his name pathetically when he squeezes one of your tits tenderly. The shiver that runs down your spine slowly makes its way into your limbs when he sinks onto his knees and drags your dress down along with him – you want to say that he shouldn’t – his knees will hurt tomorrow if he keeps kneeling on the floor but he muffles your protest when his teeth sink into the meat of your ass – his tongue smoothing the sting he leaves there. The words he says are slurred when he inhales your scent – his nose pressing into your cunt shamelessly, his fingers spreading your ass cheeks open.

“Missed this pretty pussy, querida.” You want to tell him you missed this too – his fingers digging into your flesh and his tongue on you. Frankie is not much of a talker – everyone who knows him knows that. He just sits and listens - sometimes he quipps something or joins the conversation after a while and he is content with that. But in the bedroom? That’s a different kind of Frankie – you call him “pussy drunk Morales” and it's pretty accurate. He can spend hours between your thighs and he is just as happy and content with it as you are – if not more. He is a talker in bed and when you first slept together it surprised you – and it was a welcome surprise for sure. “Gosh, I am gonna make you feel so good, hermosa. Want you to watch how I finger you in the mirror.” And he also isn't shy to tell you what he wants in bed.

You swallow thickly – your Adam's apple bobbing – when you can see his hands dip lower, smoothing them along your ankles and then back up – his thick fingers moving with preciseness. He knows your body like his own and he can map out every single sensitive spot on it with his eyes closed. Frankie wants to please and his mission is to do so - the inner pilot in him sitting in the front seat whenever you two have sex together. He knows which buttons to push at the right time and which not - to wait out. You whimper and try to push your hips against him – too impatient, to wound up. The small chuckle that cuts through the – other than that - quiet room makes you want to jump his bones right then and there. He enjoys it when you squirm in his grasp but tonight he is just as needy as you. It's been so long – too long – since he last touched you like this.

“I am gonna give you exactly what you need, baby.” You believe him – he always gives you exactly what you need – and more. His hands spread your ass cheks open once more and he fucking spits on your gaping hole. You jolt at the sudden action but he holds you close. He coats his finger in the spit, putting pressure on the tight ring of muscle whispering “another time”. And you are so so desperate – you'd let him do anything to you right now. Not that other times you wouldn’t - he proved to you over and over again that he will make anything incredible for you.

He is slow with it – as he enters you with one of his fingers, adding the second one right after and he hisses when your walls squeeze them. The thickness of them makes your eyes roll into the back of your head, closing your eyes you focus only on the feeling of being so fucking full and when he moves, your hand shoots back – tossing his hat off and gripping his hair. He fucking loves it -your fingers curling into his locks and he feels your nails scrape against his scalp. He wants more, needs more – and so do you. So he starts moving the fingers inside of you and the moans that fall out of your mouth are worth every fucking minute that was building up to this moment.

“Look at yourself, querida. Look at how fucking wrecked you look for me.” His voice is strained and you as he says – you always do. And the sight that you see makes your heart bit a little faster, and the muscles in your cunt pull tighter. You see Frankie's head poking out to watch too – his lips ghosting across your outer thigh while his fingers keep working inside of you. His hair is wild – and you grip him tighter by it– his face twists in pleasure and it makes him speed up, makes his finger hook and pat your walls with a newfound want. Your mouth hangs wide open, your brows furrowed, the bead of sweat running down your neck disappearing between the valley of your breasts. You see every reaction to his onslaught – every twitch in your muscles, every inch your mouth opens wider in pure bliss, even the way your breath picks up when Frankie presses against something incredible inside of you and you tell him to keep going.

You see the way the muscles in his neck strain – the vein on it clearly visible to your hungry eyes now. You spot the way one of his hands fists his cock that strains against the flimsy sweatpants. Every time he groans against your flesh quick “Fuck, so fucking pretty,” every time he whispers “Make me feel so good, want you to feel so good too, querida,” only brings you closer and closer to the edge. It's written all over your face – the hunger – carnal and selfish. And you want to cum, you feel the coil in your belly pulling tight but it's not enough and you sob in frustration. Your fingers flex in Frankie's curls and you plead for something – anything. You almost cry when he pulls away – his fingers leaving your fluttering cunt.

His fingers are coated with you and he doesn’t want to waste even a single drop – bringing them to his mouth he moans at your tangy taste, closing his eyes. He swats your thigh when you plead him “Frankie, Frankie, please, please. I was so close” and he just shushes you with “I know, baby, I know” after he pulls his fingers out of his mouth and stands up – groaning at the flash of pain that shoots through him. He turns you quickly and his hungry mouth is on yours not even a second later – the first time he kisses you tonight and you moan into his mouth as he “shares” your taste with you that sits heavy on his tongue. It's slow and soft and his grip on your hip doesn’t falter, his other hand bringing you closer – pressing against your lower back. Your fingers curl into the soft cotton of his shirt – holding him in place. Kissing his bottom lip first – your teeth scrape it and you give the same attention to the lower lip. The kiss makes you warm and fuzzy, it makes something in your chest bubble with an infinite love for this man - your man -in front of you.

He's warm and solid under your palms and his hand snakes onto the hinge of your jaw – opening your mouth wider, craving more. You hold onto him tighter, sighing deeply as his tongue explores your mouth. It makes your toes curl and when he pulls away you are breathless – your breath coming in short huffs. He doesn’t look much better – his hair is tousled, hair sticking in every direction and your hands try to slick it back but it's no help. You want to bury yourself in him, in the way he makes you feel so damn protected and loved. You chase his mouth again but he just gives you a quick peck and gifts you a broad grin that you want to kiss away.

“Go and sit on edge of the bed, hermosa.” You quirk an eyebrow at him but eventually turn – with a shake of your hips you comply with his request – sitting on the edge of the bed and crossing your arms over your stomach as you watch Frankie slowly undress. His shirt comes off first and you lick your lips when you see the expanse of his back, the muscles flexing deliciously when he grabs the mirror and brings it to you – and wait, why the fuck is he bringing the mirror to the edge of the bed? He places it in front of you and stands next to it looking at your bare skin – licking his lips and you try and shield away from his gaze – the nasty thoughts still screaming at you at the back of your mind – and maybe Frankie really is pretending. Maybe – maybe-

“You still with me, baby?” The term of endearment falling from his lips makes you fucking emotional and you nod when he kisses one of your hands – pressing butterfly kisses to each and every one of your knuckles– kneeling in front of you. He grabs your hands – pulling them away from your stomach – soft and flabby now with stretch marks adorning it and you look away because he is so close you feel the ghost of breath against it and he must feel so disgusted by you – you don’t wanna see it in his eyes. He grasps your chin and orders you to look at him – when you do you see no disgustment in his eyes – nor is he pulling away from you like you expected him to. “Don’t want you to hide from me, querida.” He mumbles against the skin on your wrists and he shifts on his knees – getting closer to you. He touches your inner thighs softly and then his hands move higher – sliding over your hips and onto your tummy. He moves you even closer to him. His lips dance across your belly now – the pads of his fingers dipping into the curves on it and he hums when he feels you slowly relax.

After he is happy with his efforts on you – pecking every fucking inch of your “So undeniably gorgeous” body as he whispers filth onto your skin – your brain stops working after a while and all you can think of is Frankie when hovers above you. Tucking your hair behind your ear he kisses your collar bone and his hand moves behind your head – his forehead bumps with yours and the other hand strokes your sensitive nipple – you whimper and your hot breath tickles his face. “Baby, you gonna sit on my face and you will watch yourself in the mirror while I eat you out, yeah?” It seems like a question but it isn't – at least not really. Frankie wants you to sit on his face and there's no room to argur about it. He is good at giving orders – and you are glad to follow them. Your inside twists in anticipation when you nod.

It's certainly not the first time Frankie asked you to sit on his face - because this man loves to eat pussy – for breakfast, lunch and dinner. From the back, front - on a counter, floor, couch. Pretty much everywhere and anytime. When you first started seeing each other and he told you he “wanted to eat your pussy” you just laughed – thinking he must be kidding. But when you looked at him you learned that he was completely and utterly serious and didn’t understand what was so funny about it. And god, he was incredible in it. He would spend days between your thighs if you'd let him.

He flips you both over – you are now on top of him and him under you. Your thighs lay on the side of his narrow waist. You feel him through the material of his sweats - feeling the wet spot on them - and you make an experimental roll of your hips – his hands flying out to stop your efforts as he groans. “Up, baby. Gosh, missed your pussy on my tongue. Come on, up, up. Please, querida, please -” His nails dig into the flesh of your ass when you start moving up his body – your nails scratching his nipples as you do – and his hips buck up, pleading with you “Please, please, baby, need that wet pussy on my mouth.” He is lewd with his words and you grip him by the hair when you hover above his head, his neck strains when he tries to reach your dripping core - just a little taste- but you push his head back down and look at yourself in the mirror – your hair is wild and so are your lust blown eyes. You look sexy - powerful- when you see how this man writhes under you and wants “Just a little taste, hermosa. Give me a taste. God, this pussy was made for my mouth.” Your chest swells with incredible need for the feel of his tongue, his touch, him.

He pulls you down on him and your hands fly from his hair onto the mattress as your fingers grip the cool sheets. The first swipe of his tongue against your folds makes your head fall back and Frankie watches with hungry eyes your reactions – his hands coming to hold yours in his. His palms are a little sweaty under you and he feels like he is on fucking fire while he licks into your cunt as you clench around his tongue. He muffles something against you and you look down at him – he looks so fucking blissed out that it makes you whine as you buck against his mouth. He squeezes your fingers between his and pulls away from your sopping folds, pressing wet kisses onto your inner thighs. “Look at yourself, baby. Fuck, this cunt was so fucking needy to feel my mouth on it. Wasn’t it?” You nod frantically and you look back into the mirror when his tongue swirls against your clit, your back arching.

The swell of your breasts calls for his attention and he pulls one of his hands away from yours – your free hand grips his hair when he toys with the nipple between his fingers –a trickle of milk beading from it and that makes him hungry for more as he mutters a quick “Fuck yes.” His tongue plunging into you and he fucking loves the sounds you make for him. The sweat on your skin builds up with your upcoming orgasm. You start grinding onto his face and he moans in agreement, his eyes closing in concentration because – fuck – he needs you to soak his face. “Yeah, use me, baby. Just like that, c'mon. Fuck my face. I want it,” He growls - you do as you are told and Frankie is unable to form any other words, his jaw locking as he tries to not let a single drop go to waste, brows furrowing. His hand slaps you across your ass and soothes the sting with his palm, it burns your skin and you plead him to do it again, again, and again-

If anyone tried to tell you Frankie doesn’t enjoy eating pussy you'd tell them they are fucking crazy. Because you feel it from the way vibrations come out of his chest, his fingers tighten against you and he is so fucking deprived to feel more of you, always wants more of you. And he is also the fucking best at this – all calculated swirls and licks of his tongue, efficient swipes of the pink muscle against your walls, on your clit. “Fuck, baby. Gonna cum, Francisco. You are gonna make me cum!” You squeal and he doubles his efforts – his mouth sucking on your clit, and you look away from the mirror as you gaze down at him and he wants you to cum but also doesn’t want to this to stop, never wants to stop. It makes you keen under his touch. He doesn’t pull his mouth away from you to tell you to “Yeah, fucking soak this face. Want this needy little pussy to squeeze me tight.” he just keeps going and it only takes two or three swipes of his tongue against your bundle of nerves before you are cumming – soaking his face as he wanted.

You aren't sure which one of you is louder – your ears ring and you are pretty sure you passed out as white-hot pleasure shoots through your entire body – making your nerves feel like they are on a fucking fire. When you come back from your senses and feel he isn't stopping – wants to clean you up but it feels like too much and you try to push his head away and scramble from him but his hands lock on your hips as he holds you close. And then he kisses you on your pussy – butterfly kisses pressed against your clit, your folds as he breathes you in – your curls tickling him on a nose. You slowly move down his torso and he can feel how wet you still are on his skin. He slowly sits up and grins at you – it's a sight to behold. His beard is all shiny with your slick and he licks his lips as he holds you close – pulling you by the head to kiss your already awaiting lips. His hard-on presses against your bare core and you sigh into his mouth when you feel him twitch against you – grabbing him and he quickly pushes your hand away – breaking from the kisses. “Querida, I am gonna cum in my pants if you keep doing that. I almost did. You make me hard as a fucking rock.”

“Would that be so bad?” You grin against his mouth and he whispers “cheeky” before his tongue enters your mouth once again – the taste of you makes your head spin. His fingers dance against your searing skin and you lounge in this moment of post-sex intimacy. His nose traces your jaw as he kisses you on it and he nuzzles against your neck when you kiss him on the top of his head.

“Hm, not really. It would just mean I'd have to eat you out again before I could sink my cock into this sweet cunt.” He says the dirty words as easily as he asks how was your day. It makes the tip of your ears turn a deep red color and you giggle breathily.

“You have a foul mouth. Has anyone told you that before?” He hums when you massage the back of his scalp – your nails scratching the spot behind his ear and he almost but purrs.

“I believe you did. Once or twice, or anytime we fuck.” He throws you a toothy grin.

He nips at the skin on the crook of your shoulder and suddenly the atmosphere changes once more – his hips buck up when you swirl your bare cunt on him. The press of his lips against you is now more urgent, dire and he whimpers when your hand takes him from his boxers – your thumb circling the red head as a bead of precum spurts out. He spits out a quick “fuck” before he is throwing you onto the mattress – shucking his sweatpants off of him and he is scrawling back to you seconds later. He handles you like a ragdoll – you face the mirror as he kneels behind you, your face smushed against the sheets as you watch his ministrations, his hands hooking under your hips to hold you as he pleases. His cock throbs against the back of your thigh and one of his hand tugs lazily on his cock – notching it at your entrance and coating the head in your wetness.

“I am gonna fuck you so so good, baby. And you will watch.” He reaches forwards and grips your chin making you look directly into the mirror – the soft belly of his pressing against your lower back as he does so and it makes you moan in concurrence. You see the flash of white teeth in the mirror before he is pushing into your already awaiting and fluttering cunt. The moans you both let out as he pushes all the way in are downright lewd. Your walls are sensitive and you can feel every vein and ridge of his cock. The thickness of him makes it feel like he is in your guts and you choke when shifts – the head of him brushing against something glorious inside of you. He notices when the muscles in your pussy squeeze him tighter and he focuses on the spot – not really moving, trying to find the right angle.

You cry out when he makes an experimental thrust of his hips and it never felt this way before. He chuckles in pure happiness because he knows he found it and he bends closer to you – his dick pushing deeper, deeper – so he can whisper into your ear. “Oh, baby. This will feel so fucking good for you. Fuck, let me hear you.” You don’t hear him as clearly because you feel like you are falling in and out of consciousness every time his cock passes through your walls. He pulls back away – his fingers tangling into your hair and pulling you back by it – the quick nip of his teeth on your ear making you look at him in the mirror. “Told you to watch, so you will watch, yeah?” You nod – not trusting your voice as your throat closes down on you. He grips you tighter, and the pads of his other fingers pet your clit. “I need to hear you say it, baby. Tell me what a girl you are and that you will watch as I fuck you on my big fat fucking cock.” You hear the snarl in his voice and he stops moving, his teeth sinking into the flesh on your shoulder. “C'mon, tell me. Tell me, baby.” He orders and you sob – you look and sound pathetic and Frankie loves everything about it.

“Yes, baby – Frankie, I will watch how you fuck me on your big fat cock. Please, just move. Please, please, please -” The breath is knocked out from your lungs when he does, his hands falling from your hair as he traces his fingers down your spine and you try to watch as he told you. You watch his face as he watches how he disappears in and out of your fluttering cunt, how his hair bounces with his every movement, how his hand now grips your hip moving you closer to him. You see the way you are completely fucked out, how your mouth opens wider with every pass of his cock – you see the way he bends down and slows his movement just so he can lick the salty sweat rolling down the base of your spine. All you can do is whimper when he pulls back and seems to only concentrate on his cock inside of you.

He angles his hips and when he pushes deeper inside of you – his balls smacking against the meat of your ass – you want to crawl away from him because it feels like you are going to pee. The calloused pads of his fingers circle your clit and he plunges his dick onto that spot over and over again – you plead with him to stop, it feels too fucking good and you don’t know if you can handle it. He smacks you once, twice, three times – his fingers digging on that spot where it stings and it's too much – all too much. You feel the coil inside of you snap and your chest falls onto the mattress, the intense pleasure crashes into you in waves and you faintly hear Frankie hiss as he pulls out of you as you soak him - his pubic hair drips in with your slick and the sheets are wet but he wants you to do it again.

“Yes, yes. Fuck, baby. You soaked me. Want you to do it again. Can you do it again?” He doesn’t wait for your answer before he plunges into you again and you keep repeating his name like a prayer when you feel another wave crashing through your body – you press your ass into him more and he hisses. You vaguely feel the wet press of his tummy against your lower back and he pulls away from you completely as you plop onto the mattress. You hear the slick of his fists on his cock and you muster the energy to raise your head to look into the mirror. He jerks of, the movements of his fists frantic and the muscles in his biceps flex with every pass of his arm. His neck is strained as he throws his head back and cums – the ropes of pearly white liquid falling onto your back. He falls right on top of you – careful not to crush you. It's quiet for a long while and then he slowly moves away from you – you whine in protest as you hear the sound of his feet against the tiled floor.

When he comes back you feel a warm towel on your back as he cleans you up – carefully swiping it between your thighs as well. You feel the bed dip under the weight of him – pulling you on top of him. You listen to the rapid beating of his heart slowing down as he draws patterns onto your spine, kissing you on the forehead. A hushed conversattion between you two as you open up to him - about the way you felt since birth - and he swears to you that tommorow both of you will look for help - so you can talk to a professional about it. And if it is possible - you swear your love for him grows after his quiet promise.

He grins then and you raise your head to throw him a questioning look.

“I made you squirt, baby.” He says it with smugness in his voice and you swat him on the shoulder, grinning too.

“Don't be so smug about it. We both know you are too freaking good in bed, Francisco. So really, it was only a matter of time.” After the sex fog in his brain fades away he is back to his sheepish self as one of his hands rubs his neck at your compliment.

“Was it good, though?” Only Francisco Morales could ask such a stupid question after he made you see stars.

“Yeah, baby. I thought I passed the fuck out at least three times. That’s how good it was.” You kiss his peck and he hums, stroking your hair and you start to feel hungry – your stomach rumbling and he laughs, and reaches for his phone on the bedside table.

“So, because we didn’t make it to dinner what do you want me to order? Pizza, sushi, chinese?” He lists and you think about it before you blurt out “chinese” and he nods, pecking your lips quickly. Before he calls to order though you say: “Love you, Frankie.”

A boyish smirk makes its way onto his face and he looks younger like this – like he has no worries in his life. The dim light in the bedroom makes his golden skin shine and you think about how the heck did you get so lucky. “Love you too, querida.” He says as he presses another kiss onto your forehead.

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theanothersherlockian · 3 months

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Taking care of you || Frankie Morales x f!reader

because i’ve been having rough times lately

no more than 500 words

He had parked his truck in front of her house, he’d seen her two nights before but she didn’t answer his texts since that day, which was very strange because they were use to talk everyday, so Frankie decided to check if everything was ok.

The first thought was to go to her work, but when he arrived to the place they told him that she took the day off because of private reasons “odd” he thought.

He decides to call her one more time, to give her an opportunity. But it was worthless, she didn’t picked up the three times the phone rang. With that, Frankie entered her house with the spare key he had.

Everything was dark, it was messy, it seemed that nobody was home, there were dishes to do, books around the kitchen and clothes in the bathroom. Frankie called for her, but didn’t get an answer. He began to worry a little more. He scanned the room, no signs of break in, and there were change in the table so it wasn’t a robbery, and her ID was on the same place so she didn’t go anywhere.

Frankie went to her bedroom, and she was there, and he got relief for a moment, until she didn’t move. He called her name again, and she sobbed.

“hey” he said in a soothing voice sitting next to where she was crawled on the bed “are you ok? what do you need?”

But she didn’t answer, instead she use the pillow as a way to hide herself, to try stop crying. Frankie sat next to her, rubbing her back patiently. But she wasn’t getting better.

“Baby” he said worrying a little “I need to know if you are physically hurt, do I need to take yo to the hospital?”

“No” she said taking a gasp. “I’m just… just, can you lay next to me?”

And they laid there, he was hugging her from behind, soothing her and taking the strings of hair off her skin. She started crying a little harder and Frankie tugged her to his chest trying to breathe long to try to accommodate her. The heat of both of theirs bodies combining.

“It’s ok, you are gonna be ok” he whispered to her.

“You don’t know that” she responded through breaths.

He sighed “No I don’t, But I do know you, I know you are trying, and I know it seems it’s getting nowhere, but as someone who’s looking you grow, you are a total different person than you were two years ago”

And she cried, she cried until she got tired and there were no fear left, and he was there all the time.

#frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #francisco morales x you #francisco morales fanfiction #francisco morales #francisco morales x reader #triple frontier #frankie catfish morales #pedro pascal character ff #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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softlyspector · 2 years

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crazy how much power you have getting people to watch triple frontier

the gifs speak for themselves bestie

#bec talks #triple frontier #its so enjoyable especially as a rewatch #and the ff is so good

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rimunagenius · 15 days

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Welcome to my blog!

ʚ Hi cuties! I’m totally refreshing my blog. I’ve had this blog for a year now? and i never even introduced myself. My name is Ri !!

ʚ I’m bi, i love art, crocheting, doing nails, and being a homebody. i play basketball, made varsity my freshman year and played varsity all the way through!

ʚ I actually love writing, whether it’s a paper for school or little imagines and headcannons for my hyper fixation, celebrity crushes, or comfort characters at the time.

ʚ my favorite colors are deep red, baby pink, and black. My favorite band is the Red Hot Chili Peppers, my favorite individual singer is Harry Styles. I listen to a lot of everything. Literally from metal all the way to r&b. Recently i’ve been super into boygenius and MUNA.

but to know a little more, my fav artists are the smiths, the cure, red hot chili peppers, deftones, soundgarden, audioslave (yes ik they’re both chris cornell’s bands), superheaven, fleetwood mac (saw them in concert before christine mcvie passed), muna, boygenius, tyler childers, noah kahn, kendrick lamar, $uicideboy$, pink floyd, system of a down and many many many many more!!

Here are fandoms i’m currently in if you want to dm random hc’s, ff’s, or just be friends and gossip ab their latest updates and episodes, etc. !!!

WCBB — Iowa, UConn, SC, and Oregon

Station 19

Criminal Minds — i will never not be into this fandom i rewatch it every month

Muna

Boygenius

Chicago Fire

Triple Frontier and

Sons of Anarchy

ʚ NOTE that this is and will continue to be a safe space for anyone who is here and queer! I will not tolerate any racism, homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia, and so on…you will be blocked.

I would also like to note, that i would like to keep this page politics and religion free. Starts too many arguments and a lot of hate that I do not want associated to my page!

Thank you, have an amazing day!

Let’s be friends!! I am far too shy and awkward to talk and become friends with people so i just follow in hopes you’d want to be friends, but if your not shy (or you are) but want to be friends but think ill shut it down or won’t answer, im chronically online so im free and open to answer !! i love making new friends!

Here’s some links!!

❀ masterlist

❀ tiktok

#rimunagenius #welcome to the blog #interact in any way #let’s be friends #let’s be mutuals #iowa women’s basketball #muna #the sons of anarchy #boygenius #chicago fire #triple frontier #station 19 #let’s have some fun #rimunagenius speaks #lgbtq

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roadtogracelandx45 · 11 months

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To Update/ Coming soon- June 14th- August 31st

** means smut

Admiral's Daughter- part 1, 2 and 3- Top Gun Maverick ff, Chasing Angels series. 2 Hangman/ Bianca/ Rooster, 3 Dagger Squad, 1. Bianca, Hangman, Coyote, and Phoniex.

Baby I Do,- Part 2* ,3*, 4,5- Elvis- Burnin' Love series- Elvis/ Sylvie

Little White Church- One Shot- Elvis- Stand alone- Elvis/Sylvie

Cowboy Take Me Away- Parts *2 and 3- Top Gun Maverick FF- Chasing Angels series- Hangman/Bianca

Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy*- One shot- Yellowstone- Angel of Mercy Series- Lee Dutton/ Spencer Abbott

Just Dance- Part 1, 2*,3*,4* - Top Gun Maverick FF- Chasing Angels series- Hangman/Bianca

Wouldn't It Be Nice- One shot- Supernatural- Darkest Before the Dawn Series- Dean/Ellie

Secrets That Are Meant- one shot* Supernatural- Secrets That Are Meant To Kept Series- Sam/ Dean- Wincest

To Be Kept- One Shot*- Supernatural- Secrets That Are Meant To Kept Series- Ellie/Dean/Sam

Need You To Know- One shot*- Supernatural- Secrets That Are Meant To Kept- Ellie/Dean

Be My Baby Tonight- Part 1, Part 2*, Part 3, Part 4*- Avengers, Only Fools Rush Series- Steve/ Lennon, Bucky/ Lennon

Saturday's Alright For Fighting- One Shot- Fast Saga- Life in The Fastlane Saga- Vince/Sophie

On The Outside- Parts 3, 4,5,6 The Outsiders- On The Outside- implied Soda/Mattie

Game Changers- Part 2, 3,4,5.6- The Mighty Ducks- Game Changers series- Adam Banks/ Ava Bombay

I Kissed A Girl- One Shot*- Fast Saga- Life In The Fastlane Saga- Letty/ Sophie

California Girls- One Shot*- Top Gun Maverick- Chasing Angels- Phoniex/ Bianca

Courage Under Fire- Band of Brothers- Courage Under Fire Series- Bill/Olivia, Olivia/ Joseph Liebgott, Bill/ May Jenkins Parts 1, 2, 3*,4,5

Burnin' Love- Elvis- Burnin' Love Series- Elvis/Sylvie- Parts 5,6,7,8,9,10

Chasing Angels- Top Gun Maverick- Chasing Angels Series- Rooster/ Bianca, IceMav, Hangman/ Bianca, Hangman/ Phoniex, Phoneix/ Bianca. Parts 2, 3*, 4*,5,6,7

Should Be Me- Band of Brothers- Courage Under Fire series- what if- part 2- Bill/ Olivia

Charming Town- Sons of Anarchy- Charming Town Series- Jax/Ryder- Parts 7,8, 9*,10*,11*,12

I Don't Dance But For You- Top Gun Maverick- Chasing Angels one shot- Rooster Bianca-

Only Fools Rush In- Captain America- Only Fools Rush in Series- Parts 2,3,4,5*,6*,7*,8,9,10- Bucky/Hannah. Steve/Peggy

Under False Pretenses- Band of Brothers Mafia AU- Under False Pretense series- Liebgott/ Olivia, Dick/Olivia/Nixon part 2*,3*,4*,5*,6,7,8*,9*,10*

Are You Going My Way- Band of Brothers College AU- Are You Going My Way Series- Lewis/ Olivia, Buck/Olivia, Liebgott/Oliva, Bill/Olivia etc Part 2*, Part 3, Part 4*,5,6*

Please, I Need You- Chicago PD- Thin Blue Line series- Jay Libby one shot

Got You- Chicago PD x Blue Blood crossover- Jayx Libby- parts 4*, 5*, 6, 7

Don't Stop Believing- Chicago Fire x Blue Crossover- Kelly Severide. Libby Reagan- Parts 2,3,4,5,6

Through The Heart- S.W.A.T- Luca x Josie Kay- parts 4,5,6,7,8

Star Crossed Lovers- Twilight- Star Crossed Lovers series- Rosalie/Emmett/ Lily parts 1,2,3,4,5

Hearts Made of Glass- Twilight All Human- Lily/Edward- Parts 2,3,4,5

Life In The Fastlane- Fast Saga- Vince/Sophie, Dom/Sophie, Letty/Sophie, Dom/Letty, Mia/Brian- Parts 7*,8*,9,10,11

Girl from Barstow- Fast Saga- Life In The Fastlane series- One shot-

Thin Blue Line- One Chicago/Law and Order SVU/Blue Bloods crossover- Parts 2,3,4

Winter's Gate- Game of Thrones- Winter's Gate series- Robb Stark/Jonlynn- Parts 4, 5*, 6

Homeward Bound- Game of Thrones- Winter Gate series- Robb Stark/ Jonlynn- Part 2,3, 4

Second Chances- Lord of The Rings/The Hobbbit- Second Chances series- Legolas/Ilianna/ either Fili or Kili- Part 2, 3,4

Royals- Harry Potter- Royals Series- Fred/Celeste. George- part 1,2,3,4,5

Puzzle Pieces- Triple Frontier- Miller Brothers/OFC parts 1,2,3, 4

Mine now. Sons of anarchy- Jax/Ryder one shot

Night Terrors - Winter Solider and the Falcon- Bucky/Lennon one shot

Sweet as Georgia Peach- Band of Brothers- prequel story to Courage Under Fire. Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Oh My, My Love- Elvis- Two Shot- part 1, part 2

London Blue- Band of Brothers- one shot- Liebgott/ Liv- set after D-Day

London Grey- Band of Brothers- one shot- Nixon/Liv

Undercover- One Chicago- parts 2,3,4

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melodygatesauthor · 9 months

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I might just be a lame bitch but I tried getting into triple frontier and it just couldn't hold my attention

No most of us don't like it.

The eye candy is good I mean, all the guys they cast, Pedro, Oscar, Charlie and Garrett (not you Ben) are all just 🤤

But most of us agree, the movie sucks. It's a good background movie, and fortunately it doesn't take a lot of brain power to figure out what's going on so you can do other things while it's on.

No one blames you for not liking it I promise lol. That's why most of us don't write ff that's within that canon story. Most of us mention the events of TF as something that happened in the past or something, but usually not something currently, happening in our fics lol.

It's not good, but Santiago Garcia can eat this ass.

#triple frontier #santiago garcia #melody answers

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mischievoushiddleston · 2 years

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Soo, I'm almost through with the request, so I'll open it again and you'll have the chance to tell me your idea, but please follow the rules and don't give an idea I've already written.

Request Rules:

- No Anonymous (If you don't want me to publish your name, let me know).

-Only one request per user. After the one-shot is published, you have to wait one week to send a new request!

-Only requests for one-shots, no second parts. (I always vote for a one-shot that gets a FF).

Things I won't write about:

- M / M

- F / F

- Sub Tom Hiddleston/Oscar Isaac/Sebastian Stan/Richard Madden or their characters.

-Song Fics

There are no taboos for me and any taboo is welcome, however I do take the liberty to reject a taboo at times should it cross my boundaries after all.

Threesomes are also welcome, so M/F/M, but only with Sebastian Stan, Richard Madden, Oscar Isaac and Tom Hiddleston, I will not write for other actors.

Actors and character I write about:

Tom Hiddleston [Thomas Sharpe, Jonathan Pine, James Conrad, Thomas Hiddleston Jaguar British Villians, Will Ransome and of course Loki], Oscar Isaac [Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley (Moon Knight), Leto Atreides (Dune), Peter Malkin (Operation Finale), Santiago Garcia (Triple Frontier), Mikael Boghosian (The Promise), Rydal Keener (Two Faces of January), Abel Morales (A Most Violent Year)], Sebastian Stan [Bucky Barnes, Nick Fowler] and Richard Madden [David Budd (Bodyguard) and Ikaris (Marvel)].

All love

MischievousHiddleston

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vivalas-vega · 2 years

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guardian / benny miller x reader / part one

hi! long time no see. here is a fic I’ve been working on - I wasn’t planning to post the first chapter until I had more of the story written but I wanted to post this and get a feeler for how people liked it!!

guardian: chapter one

add yourself to my taglist

word count: 4.3k

warnings: mention of hookups, brief talks about war/death, drinking, embarrassed Santi, that’s abt it lol

“The fuck is this?” Pope asked, dropping a photo on the table in front of Benny and his cheeks immediately burned.

“Don’t know.” He responded simply, “were you snooping through my car?”

“Cut the shit,” Frankie shot back with a chuckle, “who is she?”

“I’m not bullshittin’,” he said with a shrug.

“That’s really fuckin’ suspicious little brother.” Will chimed in.

“I found it - right before the explosion that knocked my shit out. Saw it sitting in the rubble, next thing I know I’m waking up in medical with some nurse telling me they found it in my stuff, called her my guardian angel. Asked ‘round base and no one recognized her, no idea who she belongs to.”

“Guardian angel?” Pope asked, what once was banter was now genuine interest.

“If I hadn’t walked over to see what it was, blast would have taken me out.”

“Shit man,” Frankie sighed, “no idea who she is?”

“Came back to find her.”

“No shit,” Pope was back to banter, acting incredulous that Benny was planning to actually find this girl, but what Benny didn’t know was that Pope was just yanking his chain.

“No shit man, saved my life. I survived some serious shit I shouldn’t have with that in my pocket - seems only fair to thank her. Plus, finding a photo in the rubble after the shit that went down? Probably belonged to someone who didn’t make it out, only seems fair to return it and maybe give the poor thing some answers. Whole thing is still under investigation, families haven’t been told shit.”

“Alright, and how are you planning to find her?” Will asked, always the practical thinker.

“Well, don’t have to look too hard for her. That’s Y/N.”

“The Y/N?” Pope had mentioned her a handful of times, talking about the beautiful firecracker he worked with down in the jungle, Pope was infatuated with her despite his insistence it wasn’t like that… because it wasn’t, for the most part. Working in such close quarters with someone for so long, on something so intense bonded you - much like the bond he shared with the men sat around the table.

“Ah, so you found Pope’s girlfriend’s photo overseas… not weird or creepily coincidental at all.” Frankie muttered.

“Not my girlfriend, and you don’t have to worry about her getting answers, she’s already got them all. She’s got more connections than the rest of us, you should still talk to her though, give that photo back. I know she’d appreciate it and whatever corny ass monologue you’ve been workin’ on in your head about her being your guardian angel.” He chuckled, “better yet, why don’t you all meet us for drinks tomorrow? Got some business related stuff to tend to then we’re going out, she hasn’t had a proper night out since getting home. Wound so fuckin’ tight, she needs it. Plus, she wants to meet you guys.”

Meanwhile across town Y/N was sitting in her house going through her checklist of mundane tasks, having more than a couple beers in the process. She could hardly remember the last time she had so much ample free time to do things such as cleaning out her closet or relaxing on the couch with a bad movie… As soon as she was honorably discharged a few years ago she’d barely had time to readjust to civilian life before taking an assignment down in Colombia where she spent her time tracking down narcos in an attempt to make the country safer… a futile attempt but one she was hellbent on seeing through.

That was until her brother was killed in action a few months ago, despite her insistence she was fine, her teammate and now best friend had ordered her to go home and process the whole thing, knowing any attempts to shift attention from her grieving were bullshit. And he was right, though she’d never admit it to his face. She’d needed the time to come to grips with a world without her brother, the person who set her on her current path, a person she’s confident shaped her into who she is.

It was at that moment her phone dinged with a text from the best friend in question, ‘change in plans, we’re going out with the boys after our meeting tomorrow.’ She smiled softly, he’d never admit to such soft descriptors of himself but Santi was about as thoughtful as they come. As soon as he arrived back home in Miami he’d been trying, unsuccessfully, to get her back out on the town, to enjoy some of her youth while she still had it. She wanted to fight him on it, but instead sent back a thumbs up. In all honesty, she was hoping to one day meet the men he went on and on about over shitty beers at hole-in-the-wall bars in Bogota.

And so she did, after a lengthy conversation about the current state of affairs with their assignment, and a rather crude discussion about Y/N changing her outfit before going to meet the boys, she found herself sat around a table finally putting faces to the names she’d been hearing the last three years and was surprised at how seamlessly she slid into their group.

“Well, I’m just glad to finally meet you. Every time he calls, Pope goes on and on about you.” Frankie said.

“Is that so? All good things I’m hoping.” She said, shooting a smirk Pope’s way before smugly sipping her beer.

“I’ll never forget the day you showed up on assignment, received a rather disgusting text message-” Benny started but was cut off.

“Alright that’s enough out of you. Don’t you have something more important to be talking about?” Pope said and the way Benny clammed up made her eyes flit back and forth between the two men.

“Thanks for that lead up man, really subtle. Uh, Y/N, do you mind if I pull you away for a moment?”

“Sounds ominous but alright,” she said, muttering a thank you to Will who stood so she could slide out of the booth and she followed an obviously anxious Benny to a booth just far enough away so the boys couldn’t overhear. They sat across from each other in silence and when Benny finally met her eyes she raised her brows as if silently asking what they were doing.

“Uh, no easy way to bring this up, I’m sorry to spring this on you, but I wasn’t really given a choice-” he gestured back to the booth, the boys not being subtle at all about trying to gauge what was happening.

“Well, considering I’ve known you for about an hour, anything you felt the need to pull me aside to tell me is going to be surprising enough so, just spit it out.” She said, trying to make her voice seem as soft as possible, watching as he clearly struggled to find the words.

“I was in Afghanistan, got back just a few months ago.” Her expression dropped, immediately knowing where this was going.

“This is about Drake.” She said and he nodded, taking something out of his back pocket and sliding it across the table to her and she let out a breath as she immediately recognized the handwriting on the back. Get home safe.

“I found it, after the raid. Saved my life actually… it was early, daylight had just broke and we were getting everything together for the rescue choppers coming in when we were hit by an air strike. If it hadn’t caught my eye, if I hadn’t walked that few yards to see what it was it woulda killed me. Almost did anyways but that little bit of distance kept me around just a little bit longer.” He stopped for a moment, watched as she took in the weight of his words, “came to with someone handing that to me saying I had some guardian angel keepin’ an eye out for me.” He laughed nervously.

“Wow, that is… guardian angel, really?” She laughed as well.

“Corny, right? Corny as it might be it kinda ended up being true, I hung onto it when I couldn’t figure out who it belonged to… figured they didn’t make it through that night and just didn’t feel right getting rid of it. After that I made it through some pretty tough situations I honestly shouldn’t have and I don’t know… I know those words weren’t meant for me but I feel like they kinda worked for me, if that’s not a totally dickish thing to say.”

“If I weren’t me it probably would be, but I get how it goes out there. Wish they could have worked for Drake, but I’m glad they worked for someone. I always knew he would die over there, the question was just when. I’d made my peace with that a long time ago but… thank you, for telling me that. Seems weird to say but it’s actually pretty comforting. I’d thought about what happened to that picture, where it had ended up. It’s nice to know it was with someone who needed it.”

“Then Pope went digging through my shit, seemed a little too coincidental that after all I went through with your picture in my pocket you ended up being the girl he won’t stop yammering on about. He really likes you, you know? Insists it’s not like that but he brings you up every chance he gets.”

“That’s sweet… it really isn’t like that though. I won’t lie to you and say there weren’t a few drunken nights when we were both pissed off about what was going on down in Colombia where we blurred some lines but he talks about you guys the same way. Felt like I knew you before I even met you, it’s just the bond that’s created when you do what we do.” He nodded in understanding, he wasn’t sure why he bristled with a hint of jealousy when she mentioned those nights with Pope… he didn’t even know her. Sure he’d looked at her photo every night since he found it, but that didn’t mean he had some sort of claim to her.

“Well, if it’s not too presumptuous, can I invite you out for a drink? One without those nosy assholes over there?”

She laughed, “that sounds nice, I would love to.” She pulled a pen from her purse and scrawled it on the back of the photo, just under the words she’d meant for her brother that somehow ended up saving the man in front of her, sliding it back to him.

“Oh no, I meant for you to take that back, you deserve to have it.”

“No, that’s yours now. It was there for you when you needed it, who knows… maybe you’ll need it again.” He smiled at her gratefully, sliding it back into his pocket where it had kept up residence these past few months before sliding out of the booth and offering her his hand as she stood.

“Was that a number exchange I witnessed over there?” Pope asked, sipping his beer with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Mind your business, or I’ll tell them all the embarrassing things you’ve done over the last three years.” She warned, sitting back down.

“Oh, all your rounds are on me for life if you do that anyways.” Will said, already gesturing the bartender over.

“Tempting offer, do I hear a counter to keep the secrets in the vault?” She asked, turning to Pope and folding her arms across the table.

“Literally whatever you want it’s yours, just don’t-”

“Hmm… needed something concrete. Well, I’ve just been dying to tell someone about that 4 am phone call in Medellin…”

“For the love of god-”

“So, one night after I’d finally managed to get myself home after this pendejo abandoned me in a bar for a cheap hookup,” the boys were already tutting in disapproval at the start of this story and Pope sighed as she continued, “he calls me at 4 am to inform me he was stranded across town, stripped of his clothes, his watch, and his wallet and dropped off in an alleyway with nothing but his boxers and his socks.” The boys howled with laughter as Santi’s cheeks flushed, eyes pleading for her to not continue this story. “I actually hung up on him, but he was persistent-”

“I was literally running out of coins I’d found on the street to call you, I could have been murdered-”

“So when it started raining I decided to relieve him of his misery, poor little thing looked like a sewer rat. I actually- oh my gosh. I took a photo.” Santi’s hands were immediately a vice grip on hers as she reached for her purse but Frankie flicked him on the forehead and pulled his hands away, desperate to see the evidence. Her phone was passed around, the boys laughing so hard Benny actually had to take a lap after seeing the photo to compose himself.

“Oh you saint of a woman, thank you so much, I sent that to myself. New contact photo, Pope.” Frankie teased and by now even he had to join in on the laughter.

“You’re gonna pay for that,” he warned but she wasn’t worried.

“Whatever you say, Santi.” She said ruffling his hair, “there’s more where that came from, I’ll take a vodka sprite.” She said to Will, who happily made his way to the bar.

“You could drink me out of house and home and I wouldn’t care, money well spent.” He said, setting her drink in front of her. She raised her glass to clink with his and the rest of the night proceeded just as Santi had hoped it would. Sure, he wasn’t happy to have his dirty laundry aired out but she was having fun and that’s all he’d wanted. By the time the night came to a close, Y/N found herself a little drunker than she’d been in years and as she stumbled into the cool night air, fumbling for her keys a large hand wrapped around hers and took them.

“Nuh uh honey, your car isn’t even here, you came with Pope. Come on, I’ll take you home.” Benny said, nudging her in the direction of his car as he gestured to the boys that he had her.

“Oh hush, I’m fine. I don’t wanna go home anyways,” she mumbled and he couldn’t help but laugh at her pouty face.

“And where do you think you’re going at this hour?”

“I don’t know, somewhere,” she giggled and he shook his head.

“Alright, you’re coming with me. You can crash at mine.” He guided her to his car and helped her in, laughing as she asked if there were drinks there, “I don’t think you need any more drinks you boozehound.” He said closing the door.

“Who says?” She asked when he got in the drivers side.

“I say.”

She was silent for a moment as she seriously pondered this, “well, I suppose that checks out.” Benny flicked the radio on and he smiled to himself as she drunkenly stared out the window, commenting on every pretty light she saw as they passed. He didn’t quite have the heart to tell her they were just porch lights.

“Hey, thanks for letting me crash your sausage fest. I had a lot of fun.”

“You weren’t crashing, you’re Pope’s family which means you’re our family.” He stated matter of fact and her chest felt warm at the sentiment. Drake was the last of the real family she’d had left, she’d lost her dad the same way and her mom had died when she was little, Santi was really the only family she had anymore and she felt grateful he’d invited her into his circle so willingly. “Besides, they’re all smitten with you. I’m pretty sure after tonight if you asked them to jump they’d all ask how high.”

“Well, I’m not sure I have that much power.”

“Are you kidding me? Have you seen yourself?” He asked incredulously, shooting her a look before returning his attention to the road.

She hummed, “that’s sweet.” He reached into the backseat and pulled out his water bottle, handing it to her. “Oh, I’m fine.”

“That’s an order.”

“I’m pretty sure I outrank you, Miller, but okay.” She unscrewed the lid and didn’t realize how dehydrated she was until she started drinking, pretty much finishing the entire thing in one gulp.

“That’s what I thought.”

“No one likes a gloater.” They pulled into the driveway and Benny helped her out, the drive and the water already helping her to feel more sober as the alcohol faded from her system. He left her in the living room for a moment before returning with a t-shirt and sweats, guiding her to the bathroom to freshen up and change.

She emerged in his clothes, walking into the living room as she fumbled with the drawstring, struggling to tie it tight enough around her waist and Benny chuckled as she muttered a soft, “help.”

“How you feelin’?” He asked, securing the string and putting his hands on her shoulders.

“Much better, thanks for letting me crash. Going back to my empty house seemed too sad.” She wasn’t very drunk anymore, but the lingering alcohol in her system still left her in a very truthful state.

“Anytime darlin’, mi casa es tu casa.”

“Oh, we’re gonna have to work on that accent.” She giggled as she sank down onto the sofa.

“Sorry, not all of us have top notch linguistic skills.” He said, holding his hands up in surrender sarcastically. She laughed as she recounted the several times throughout the night Benny got mad that her Pope and Fish were completely excluding them, lost in their own conversations in Spanish.

“Surprised you haven’t picked up on even a little of it after all these years with them.”

“Just a little, picking up languages was never my strong suit. Also have never been fully immersed in it like you guys.”

“That’s fair, I’m glad I had a pretty decent knowledge before Colombia but my fluency definitely came from being down there for so long.”

“How did you end up in Colombia, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Not at all, I’d just gotten discharged after a pretty nasty situation in Afghanistan but I didn’t feel ready to give that life up… in all honesty I was fine to continue but pretty much everyone in our unit was honorably discharged. Heard through the channels some support was needed down there and decided to go, I just… couldn’t go back to civilian life just yet, you know? Any other job route I could have taken seemed so meaningless after everything.”

“I hear that, that’s why I’m still fighting… not quite the same but at least I’m not riding a desk.”

“Got any matches coming up?” She asked, tucking her legs underneath her and shifting so she was facing him completely. He was suddenly acutely aware of their proximity and cleared his throat before answering.

“Actually yeah, have one tomorrow… would you like to come? All the boys will be there,” he got a little nervous as he awaited her response. His mind was still reeling from the fact that she was even sat here on his couch with him, wearing his clothes and looking at him with those wide eyes that were, somehow after all she’s been through, still full of light, when up until tonight she’d been nothing more than a version of her he’d created in his head based on one photo he clung to like it was his life raft.

“I would love to! Should I make a sign? I can put a fuck ton of glitter on it.”

He bellowed, “please don’t, the boys would never let me live it down… having you front and center for me would be encouragement enough.”

“Then I’ll be there.” She smiled and he felt like his heart was going to hammer out of his chest. It was comfortably silent as she fiddled with the string of the sweatpants, he was aware of how his stare lingered on her could be construed as creepy but he just couldn’t tear his eyes from her. “Pretty insane, isn’t it?”

“Hmm?” He responded, trying to follow her train of thought.

“How we ended up here. What are the odds of you finding that photo, me being so close with Pope… I’m not one to believe in signs, but…” She trailed off and he was glad she verbalized what he’d been thinking all night.

“Seems a little too coincidental,” he added. “I honestly never thought I’d find you. I’d planned to try when I got home, I just had no idea how I was even going to start. Nosy as he is, I'm glad he went looking through my stuff.”

“At least the good news is we would have met anyways, Santi has been going on and on about getting us all together since he got home.”

“Do you guys have any plans to go back?” He asked, not really wanting to hear the answer.

“Tentative, but there’s a lot of factors at play.” She was in on something she couldn’t really disclose yet, but her answer wasn’t a total lie. “We’ve kind of reached a standstill down there, we’re not in a rush to get back until we sort some things out.”

“Good,” he said and he suddenly stumbled on his words, realizing how that could come across, “I mean, just good that you guys get some time to relax.”

“It’s okay, Benny, I know you’re dying to see me again.” She was teasing, but he shifted because she was spot on.

“I am, actually… I know it’s pretty much one-sided at this point, kind of at a disadvantage because I’ve only been looking at your photo every night for the past four months-”

“Every night? Even since you got home?” She asked, heart skipping a beat at the thought.

“Is that weird?” He asked, dropping his gaze as he worried he’d said the wrong thing.

“No, it’s sweet,” she smiled.

“Well, I know it’s kind of one-sided but… I just feel really connected to you, and I would love to get to know you more… if that’s okay.”

“Of course it’s okay, why do you think I agreed to go out with you and come cheer you on tomorrow night?”

“I don’t know, just tried to keep my expectations low,” he chuckled, “didn’t exactly think the ‘hey, I’ve been creepily clinging to this photo of you for months, wanna go out?’ angle would work so well.”

“Well, first thing you should know about me is that I put up a good front but I’m kind of a hopeless romantic… I don’t think you could write the beginning of a love story better than that. Besides, it really means a lot to me that you kept that photo… a lot of people would have disregarded it, the fact that you set out with the intention to find me and return it to me… I don’t know, speaks a lot about your character.” He flushed under the compliment and the way she was looking at him. Benny was a bit of a rolling stone, he never let anyone close enough to even be able to make comments about his character and he found himself wildly out of his element.

“I’ll keep that in mind, woo you properly and all that.” He said and she giggled. She was fully sober at this point so she wasn’t sure where the bold streak had come from but she shifted on the couch to lean into his side, laying her head on his chest. He blinked in surprise, looking down at the beautiful girl suddenly wrapped around him before pulling his arms around her.

“Tired?” He asked, and she nodded against him. “Come on, sleepy girl.” He carefully got his arms underneath her and lifted her as he stood, holding her close as he made his way down the hallway to his bedroom. He got her settled in bed before disappearing, coming back to set a glass of water on the nightstand for her. “I’ll be on the couch if you need anything.”

“Where do you think you’re going?” She asked, her voice small and looking down at her, completely snuggled up in his blankets with that sleepy look on her face cracked his heart wide open.

“To sleep on the couch?” He asked hesitantly, not sure where she was going.

“And leave me here all by myself?” She knew exactly what she was doing and she should have been ashamed but she wasn’t. Crazy as it might be, all she wanted to do was fall asleep in his arms, and she decided that wasn’t the craziest thing that had happened tonight so in her logic it all evened out.

“I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable or- it’s really okay, I’ll take the couch and then I can take you home in the morning-”

“Get your ass in here.” She said as firmly as she could muster and he didn’t need to be told twice. He walked around to the other side of the bed and slid his jeans off before crawling into bed next to her. She wriggled around until she was pressed up against him and he instinctively wrapped his arms around her, not being able to fight his smile as she relaxed into him and tangled her legs with his. It wasn’t long until she was fast asleep and he was not far behind her, getting the best night of sleep he’d had in ages.

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Build Me Up - Chapter 4 (Final Chapter)

Pairing: William “Ironhead” Miller x f!reader (inclusive - stock photos suck)

Word Count: 3200+

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<<;Chapter 3<<

Several months later, Will takes you out for drinks after a nice dinner, your usual Friday night date. It was a great chance for you both to catch up on what the other was doing during the week, as sometimes life got so busy you’d barely get a chance to speak. This last week, Will had been out of town at a few different bases, making his speech about joining the Armed Forces, so your conversations take longer than normal. Will places a drink order with the bartender, leaning against the bar on his elbow as he watches you talk about the kids archery camp you’ve been instructing, eyes lighting up as you talk about them, when his eyes glance over your shoulder and his smile drops, his eyes instantly becoming hard. You stop talking and follow his gaze to a really pretty women, tall, lean, and blonde.

His ex fiance.

She’s with a friend but splits from them, pointing to the bar directly where Will was standing. You try to drag him away but it’s like he’s frozen, unable or unsure of what to do.

“Oh. Hey, Will.”

He stares at her for a few moments longer than socially acceptable. “Ashley.”

She glances at you and back at Will, making the connection that you’re together. She sticks a hand out to you.

“Hi, you must be the new girlfriend. I’m Ashley. Will and I used to…well, we were engaged.” She says the last word like it holds some giant meaning, like she was hoping it would cause a fight between you both. You take her hand, gripping it firmly and shake.

“Oh so you’re the ex fiance? Amber?”

Her eyes narrow at you slightly. “Ashley.”

“Right, right. I knew it was something that starts with A.”

She glares at you for a second before rallying, schooling a look of indifference on her face. “So, how long have you two been dating?” She looks at Will but he seems incapable of answering her so you take over.

“About a year.”

She raises her eyebrows. “A year? You made it a whole year?” She sounds like she’s shocked, as if she wasn’t with him long enough to be engaged.

“Yeah. Will’s great.”

She smiles at you, but the look in her eyes, like she knows some terrible secret and is going to save you from something, makes you want to punch her even more. She leans in closer to you, but still speaks loud enough for Will to just hear it over the sounds of the bar.

“He can be…a lot. Did he tell you to say that?”

“What?”

She leans in closer. “Blink twice if you’re in trouble.”

The color on Will’s face drains and you square your shoulders, sitting up straighter as you turn the full force of your gaze on her.

“That’s really not funny. And honestly? I’m glad you couldn't handle him because that made him available for me. Will is the best thing to ever happen to me-”

Ashley waves her hand, cutting you off. “Yeah, yeah. Just wait until he finally shows you who he is in bed. A real freak. If you need help, just blink and I’ll call someone.”

You stand abruptly, your barstool wobbling dangerously on one leg as you do. “You know, I have to thank you.”

She blinks at you. “Oh? So you do need help?”

“Thank you for showing me exactly what a terrible person you are. It’s easy to see who the problem is. Now, unkindly, get the fuck out of our way.” You take Will’s hand and pull him up, Ashley staring at you open mouthed as you push past her, Will’s hand squeezing yours as you make your way through the crowd and out of the packed bar, heading straight for his truck. Will fishes his keys from his pocket and unlocks it, hopping in and you do the same. He starts it but doesn’t move, letting the ac cool it down.

“What a fucking bitch,” You say, half to yourself and half to Will.

He’s quiet a moment. “I never thought…I didn’t know she was still in town.”

“Well fuck her. She is so rude. I wanted to fight her but I didn’t want to ruin date night.”

Will chuckles lightly. “Now that I would’ve loved to have seen.”

“Oh? I can go in there and drag her ass out here,” You point over your shoulder with your thumb, pretending to go for the doorhandle. Will smiles, but it doesn’t quite meet his eyes as he shakes his head.

“Hey…where are you?” You reach out and cup his cheek. Will leans into it for a moment, sighing deeply.

“She just…brought up a lot of memories. Ones that I didn’t want to think about again.”

“You’re a good man, Will. I know I say it all the time. I’m hoping it’ll sink in that Ironhead of yours one day.”

He smiles a little brighter this time, still not reaching his eyes. “I know.”

You watch him for a few moments before scooting close to him, pressing your lips to his and letting him lead. He responds after a second or two, kissing you back and pushing his tongue into your mouth. Moaning into him, you toss your leg over his lap, your hands sliding around the back of his neck, gripping and tugging on his hair. You tug a little harder, his head moving back and he smirks at you, that glint in his eye when he knows you’re about to sparkling in the dim light. Sucking at a spot on his neck, Will whimpers, fingers digging into your hips as you let go, a hickey quickly rising in palace of your lips. Will fumbles with his belt and you slap his hands away, quickly undoing his belt and jeans, pulling him out as he gasps at your touch, kissing him once more as you take him in hand and pump him a few times. Moving your panties aside you sit up and slide yourself down onto him slowly, which apparently doesn’t work for Will as he grips your hips and pulls you down quickly while thrusting up into you, chuckling darkly at your cry.

“Fuck, Will! You feel so good!”

He guides you as you fuck him, pulling you down harder as you chant his name, random words and sounds tumbling from your lips as he fucks you. One hand is gripping his arm and the other slaps against the window and it’s then you see her. Ashley, standing a car length or two away, staring directly at you and Will having sex. As Will leans forward to suck hard on your neck, you smirk at Ashley, giving her a small wave and flipping her off as Will hits that spot inside of you and you cum, screaming his name a little louder than you probably needed to. Will comes a moment later, grunting and panting your name as he spurts inside of you, biting you hard on the shoulder. Chests heaving, Will looks up at you, eyes still dark as he takes in your face, hair all askew and sweaty.

“I fucking love you, Robin.”

A smile spreads across your face. “I fucking love you, Will Miller.”

“Move in with me?”

“Was the sex that good?”

He chuckles. “It’s always that good with you.”

“Why don’t you ask me that when you’re not balls deep inside of me.”

He grips your chin lightly with his thumb and pointer finger and you meet his gaze.

“I mean it, Robin. I’ve been dying to ask you for a few months. I just…”

“You never have to be afraid to ask me anything, Will.”

He nods. “I know. So…will you?”

“Yes. But if you feel different in the morning, it’s ok. Just tell me.”

“Deal.”

—----

He does not feel different in the morning, and he proves this to you by burying his face between your legs until you beg him to stop, overstimulated and nearly crying from so much bliss.

“742,” Will says matter of factly.

“742? Really?”

He smiles proudly. “I love to make my girl cum.”

“I still can’t believe you track that.”

“Wanna know how many times we’ve had sex?”

You throw a pillow at him and he throws it back, expertly hitting you in the head.

–

Both of you take a couple weeks to pack your things and move them over slowly, since work was still super busy. Once you’re moved in, you settle into a comfortable routine, making Will a quick breakfast and coffee before he heads into work or off to the airport to make another recruitment speech. You can see his job wears on him, but when you ask him about it, he shrugs and says “It’s what I can do.” Once you pressed him more and he said a lot of places don’t want to hire veterans that have seen active combat. They don’t outwardly say it, but he’s been turned down for jobs that he interviewed great at, making it all the way through the process until they saw his forms, suddenly not so interested. He’d once asked a recruiter why and they mumbled something about “not worth the risk”.

He takes up archery with you as his coach and he takes to it well, which doesn’t surprise you in the slightest, considering his history. Will also pays very close attention to detail, making it easier for him to hone in on the target and how best to get there. He still loves it when you come and stand behind him, fixing an elbow here or a wrist there. You finally got him to snap out of concentration Will when you came up behind him and pretended to adjust something on his posture before he drew and ground your hips into his ass. Will burst out laughing, not used to being the one grinded on and you both laughed about that for a long while.

You’ve been together a year and a half and finally, Will gets to meet your family. They’re having their annual “2nd of July” celebration, as most of the family will be inside on the fourth, none of the veterans big fans of all the firework noise. They’d had to cancel last year and so were extra excited for this year, especially since you were able to fly in with the now infamous Captain William Miller.

“Do I look ok?” Will asks, fidgeting with his collar in the hotel mirror.

“Let me see.”

He turns to face you, arms outstretched to his sides. “Do I need to change?”

“As much as I’d love to take this shirt off of you, you look fine, Will. You don’t need to impress anyone.”

“Easy for you to say. Everyone loves you.”

“They have to. They’re family.”

When you arrive, Will knocks on the door, wiping his palms on his jeans that you’d convinced him to wear over business pants. He’s visibly nervous and you can see him getting in his head. So you lean up to him, speaking quietly by his ear.

“If you relax, we can stop at the store on the way back to get that stuff for that thing you’ve been wanting to try in the bedroom.”

Will’s eyes snap to yours, darkening instantly. His eyebrows raise but before he can say anything, the door opens and your dad is there, hugging you and grasping Will’s outstretched hand, a smile on his face.

“Will! It’s so good to finally meet you! You want a burger or a dog?”

“Whatever you have more of, sir.”

“Sir! You hear him? I like him already.”

“Dad!”

He chuckles. “Alright, alright. No need to call me sir. I’m fairly certain you outrank me.”

Will shakes his head. “Negative. You are the father of the love of my life. You definitely outrank me for bringing her into this world.”

Your dad stops, looking between Will and you and seeing the look of utter devotion on both of your faces. “That’s very kind of you to say, Will. Now come on - let’s get you some food before these heathens eat it all.”

Will’s eyes widen when you step out into the backyard and he sees the amount of people gathered here. Kids running around with sparklers, throwing snaps at each other and laughing, some people swimming in the pool, and others talking, some loudly and some not, red, white, and blue colors everywhere.

“I thought you said it was quiet?” He doesn’t look at you but the corner of his mouth ticks up.

“It is. We don’t do fireworks so it’s quiet for 2nd of July.”

You make the rounds, introducing Will to everyone, his shoulders relaxing more with every new person that he meets. “You weren’t kidding - almost everyone here has served or is serving.”

“Yup. I told you the truth that day in Publix.”

Everyone loved Will, but no one more than your mom. She fawned over him, squeezing his arm, making sure he had enough to eat and drink, that he knew where all the exits were and that there were no pets, the best places to stand with your back against a wall and clear line of sight to the door. The backyard was set up so you could stand pretty much anywhere and achieve this, but she wanted any excuse to talk to him. When your dad came over and pulled Will towards the grill to “help him”, your mom came up to you and gushed about Will, how he was so respectful and kind and a really nice man.

True to your word, no fireworks were had that night. Instead, your parents had put up a giant inflatable screen and played a video of fireworks with no sound effects, just classical music over top. Will and you sit on the ground, Will leaning back on his hands and you between his legs as you watch.

“This is amazing, Robin. I gotta tell the guys about this. We should do something like this back home.”

You lean back into his lap further, turning slightly to the side to look at him. “That’s a great idea! Frankie and Vanessa have plenty of room in their yard for this sort of screen. They aren’t too expensive. And their daughters would love to watch Frozen on this thing.”

The fireworks end and you sigh, stretching slightly as you stand up, finally able to make a full stretch. You turn to Will to offer him your hand, but your voice gets stuck in your throat when you look at him, kneeling on one knee, a ring box sitting in his hand.

“Robin, I know I’m not an easy man. Hell, you met me in the middle of a PTSD episode in the middle of a Publix. But somehow, even though I didn’t know you, you were able to pull me out. You saved me that day, but more than that, you’ve saved me every day since then. I feel…normal around you. Or as normal as I can be. You make me feel safe..safe to be me, all of me. I never thought that was possible. I thought that I would have to live my life half a person. You never judge me for the things I’ve had to do, any of the nightmares or quirks, none of it. Other women would’ve walked away, but you take my hand and guide me through the fog. And I hope I give you even an ounce of the happiness you bring me and I want to spend the rest of my life making sure that you’re happy and feel loved.” Will opens the little black box, exposing a beautifully crafted ring. “Will you marry-”

“YES!”

You launch yourself at him, cutting off his sentence to laughter and whoops all around, your lips crashing to his as everyone cheers. You take his face in both hands and pull back, tears falling not just from your eyes but his as well.

“I love you, Captain William Miller.”

“I love you so much, darlin’.”

On your flight home, you covertly join the mile high club, Will grinning from ear to ear watching you exit the bathroom and smoothe down your dress a few minutes after he’d left the same one.

—----

Everyone flies out to your parent’s house for the wedding, as they had practically begged you to have the wedding there. And Will enthusiastically agreed, as the yard was literally set up for veterans. Everyone was there, even Santi flew up from his job in Colombia and asked you to tell him who your single family members were with a wink.

The wedding was small but grand, flowers picked from your mom’s garden were woven into your braided updo, mathing the ones your mom had hand embroidered onto the outer layer of your dress, a matching embroidered handkerchief in Will’s coat pocket.

The reception went on long into the night, the kids all passed out on sleeping bags in the living room as they watched a movie. Will always had a hand on you at all times since you said “I do”, pressed to your lower back, lightly gripping your arm, or linking fingers with you and pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

You’d both decided to skip the honeymoon and save that money towards a downpayment on a house of your own, a discussion of kids sometime in the next couple of years or so. “We can always go on some fancy trip later,” you say as you take another sip of the beer Will had brought you.

You did, however, take the week off anyway and spend it in bed, only leaving it to make food and use the bathroom, Will demanding that the only clothing you were allowed to wear was one of his shirts and nothing else. When you said “Yes, sir” he growled and chased you until he pushed you into the bed, both of you living out your now shared dark desires.

And in the morning, you woke before him, watching his sleeping face as the light hits it just right and you think about how lucky you were to have been in Publix that day and how much you love the man in front of you, even if he was snoring loudly.

—----

About a year or so later, Will and you are sitting on the couch cuddling, yelling out wrong answers to Wheel of Fortune, when his phone lights up. He leans forward and grabs it off the coffee table, letting you settle back into his side while he looks at the screen.

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah. I just got a text from Santi.”

“If it’s about some girl, I don’t need to know.”

“No. He says he has a job for us.”

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Fix You - Chapter 6: Handle Me with Care

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Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Fem!Reader

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Chapter Summary: The morning after. You and Frankie grow closer. Frankie reveals one of his secrets.

Word Count: This is literally 8K of smut and feelings. I’m not sorry about it.

Rating: EXPLICIT, 18+, NO MINORS

Chapter Warnings: legal age difference (10-15 years), cussing, fluff, smut, dirty talk, consensual somnophilia, oral (m & f rec), sexting, Frankie is an oral king, praise kink, mentions of hard drug use, Frankie still has severe anxiety and self confidence issues until he fucks someone.

A/N: Hey all! I’m sorry this update took a long time, been ✨going through it✨ lately and I’m suddenly overthinking all my writing. I’m not completely happy with this one but I’m probably just being too critical, I dunno. Anyways, please enjoy literally an entire chapter of our love birds fucking. I do hope you enjoy it and thank you for your support! I also have a NSFW Frankie Morales ABCs Headcanon I’ve been working on since chapter 4, that should be posted soon.

Suggested Songs: “Handle with Care” by the Traveling Wilburys, “Burnin’ for You” by Blue Oyster Cult, “Lucky Man” by The Verve, “Sunshine” by Steve Azar, “Talk Dirty” by Doja Cat, “Hold” by Vera Blue

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Frankie was always an early riser. It had started in the military. It was a requirement to be up before the sun rose to be inspected, and he had usually been put to task immediately. On missions he’d often have to be up before dawn to have the element of surprise. The long worn-in habit didn’t change much after discharge. He still woke up early, though as the years progressed, he didn’t always necessarily stay awake, allowing himself to go back to sleep for a few more hours if he had nothing going on. If he had Gabriela he would stay up, she had a set schedule that he didn’t want to disrupt. He didn’t resent it though, he was happy to have as much time with her as possible. And now…

Now. He woke, inhaling a sharp rousing breath before stretching and tilting slightly to check the baby monitor he left on the nightstand late last night. It was still pretty early, the slivers of window not covered by the room’s curtains were still mostly dark, just enough to see where he was going should he need to walk around the room. He could see Gabi was still asleep on the monitor, no noises or movement coming from the device yet, so he rolls back over and nestles back into the warmth of you he was happy he didn’t have to leave yet. You make a happily content noise in your sleep when he curves back against your body from behind, and he settles his face into your wild bed hair, breathing your scent in deeply. It’s kind of crazy, how used to your scent he’s become. Even though he’d smelled you before, this was different. It’s different when he can get so close, when he can smell every shift in your body’s pheromones as it mixes with your lotion or perfume or whatever your general fragrance is that smells so damn delicious. It’s different when he can nuzzle his face right into your skin and smell it coming directly from the source, not just a waft in the air. He sighs in cozy pleasure, pulling you closer to him, one of his arms under you and wrapped between your breasts, the other draped over your waist.

He couldn’t believe he just...had you in his arms like this. Like you belonged here. Like he deserved this. He still didn’t feel like he did. He thinks you can do better than him. But...it’d just been so long, so long since he felt wanted, since he felt desired. Since he wasn’t just pushed away. He didn’t want to give it up. He doesn’t think he could take another romantic loss, and he feels his heart rate quickening with anxiety at the thought of you disappearing from his life. He slams his eyes shut and chides himself for getting ahead of himself and letting his negative thoughts spiral. It’s the same kind of shit that would lead to him using, he can’t indulge this bullshit in his mind anymore. He forces himself to remember the things you said to him last night instead...

Please.

I’m yours.

I want all of you.

This isn’t a one time thing. I really like you.

He would not let himself second guess this. He had to trust in his gut, he had to trust in you. You’d never given him reason to doubt you, in anything you did. You made him feel so good, and not just in the sexual way, which...wow, last night was fucking incredible. There. Distraction. He thinks back to what he learned in group. The mind can be your worst enemy. Trust your instincts. Distract yourself from the negative thoughts. So he does. He shifts his line of thinking to last night.

He thinks about the exasperated way you just kissed him to shut him up on the beach. The way you begged for him, sounding so wrecked and needy. Your shyness at him going down on you, the innocence of it riling him up in ways he doesn’t want to think too hard about. You’d said that your previous experience with men doing that wasn’t great, and the concept that he had changed that, made it better, well, it had made him feel like a fucking god. His attention to you made you blossom like your nickname, as you shed your nerves and wriggled against his mouth. And fuck, how loud you had been when you came on his tongue. The essence of you, sharp tangy-sweet, he thinks he could never tire of the taste of you. And the way your eyes darkened when you saw him fully bare before you, it’d made him feel so good about himself and his body. And when he had looked down and saw his cock pushing into you, your lips spreading, entrance expanding to accommodate his size. The sharp gasp you made when he was finally fully seated in you.

He was suddenly hyper aware of the press of your ass against him, and he sits up carefully to look at your sleeping face. You were so beautiful, and he finds himself in awe at how you always looked so gorgeous, whether you had just woken up or had been chasing his daughter around for hours. He reaches out his hand to cup your cheek softly, then lightly traces his fingers down to your chin. Your lips are plump and slightly open, and he gently pulls your lower lip down with his thumb. Before he can think twice about it, he’s pushing the tip of his thumb into your mouth, slipping past your teeth and sliding it against the tip of your tongue.

Holy fucking shit. Pulling his thumb back out of your mouth, he trails his fingers down to your breast, teasing your nipple with the wetness left over from your mouth. It stiffens under his touch, and he moans softly, cupping your entire breast with his hand and palming it slowly. You whimper and shift under his touch, and he lays back down behind you, whispering in your ear.

“Feel good baby?” He pulls your thighs up higher, the new angle allowing him to press his cock against your folds, and he moves his hips so he can slide between your lips, his large hand landing back on your hip, thumb caressing the skin.

He’s panting heavily against your neck, dropping his head to your shoulder when he hears you whine softly again. He rubs against you harder. He can feel you getting wet, whether you’re responding in your sleep or you’re waking up, he reacts viscerally to it, his desperation for you coming back hard.

“Wildflower…” He moans out. “Need you awake baby…”

You move again, gently press your hips back into him, tilting them just slightly so he slides right up against your entrance. You hum, pushing again, and he feels just the tip of himself enter you, his eyes rolling back and snapping shut at the warmth encasing him.

“Fuck..baby, don’t tempt me.” He palms your breast again, splaying his hand so your nipple is between two of his fingers, closing them to pinch you, and you keen softly against him. He can’t help himself, lost in his lust, he pushes in. You’re incredibly tight at this angle, and he feels resistance as he slowly eases his cock into you. “Feel how tight you are around me baby?” He mutters in your ear, pushing the rest of the way in. Your eyes fly open at the feeling of his hips hitting your ass and you cry out. He pauses, suddenly realizing maybe you had not given your consent as he thought you had, but your hand flies up to grab the nape of his neck behind you, tugging hard on his curls.

“Don’t stop.” You beg, he groans loudly at the sweet sound of you pleading for him again. He thinks it might be his most favorite sound. When he starts moving, your hand leaves his neck and you bend forward a little to adjust the angle to your pleasing.

He slides his hand back down your body to rest it on your thigh, pulling you sharply into him, his other hand wrapping around your shoulder for leverage. He’s gripping you hard, finger pads digging into your skin, he knows he will leave marks but he can’t hardly care. You feel too good like this, completely surrounding him, your walls cradling him tightly in the most perfect way. And it’s just the way you desire him so much, letting him take you this way, allowing him to have you how he wants, he can feel that warmth gathering to the center of his body, and he snaps his hips in your ass faster as you pant and mewl and moan nonsense in his arms. You lean forward more, grabbing the nightstand for leverage so you can meet him thrust for thrust, your wetness covering the backs of your thighs and the front of his groin, the harsh sounds of slapping skin and grunting filling the air.

“Fuck, honey...you like that? You like me fucking you like this?” He slides his hand between your thighs to circle your clit harshly and you open them slightly to give him easier access, your moans and whines hitch higher and higher. “Shit, FUCK. You sound so fucking sexy.” He rasps in your ear. “Couldn’t wait to wake up, needed me to fuck you so badly, yea?” You mewl and suddenly stiffen at his lewd words, back arching as you cum, sobbing out his name over and over as your wall clench around him, as if you hadn’t been tight for him at this angle already. “Ah shit….oh, shit, fuck. Keep-saying-my-name-baby-don’t-stop.”

And you don’t, you chant it to him as fading waves of pleasure roll over your body. He slams into you sloppily four more times before he cums inside you, hips stuttering, growling and groaning, his short nails piercing into your hips.

He doesn’t pull out of you immediately, and you don’t pull away from him either as you pant heavily in each other’s arms. You weakly reach back to his hand that’s still gripping your hip tightly and pat it gently. He takes the hint and releases you.

“Sorry.” He suddenly becomes nervous again, that constant second-guessing creeping back in, but you send those thoughts unknowingly away as usual, wriggling back against him again and sighing happily. He leans his head down and kisses your shoulder, rubbing his sharp nose side to side along the skin as you pull his arms back around you.

“MMMMmmm. What did I do to get to wake up to that?” You ask, rubbing the arm resting between your breasts.

He hums, and peppers kisses to your cheek. “Just...woke up. N’you looked so sexy there all hot and naked. Sorry...”

You giggle and turn in his arms, his softened cock slipping out of you. “It’s okay. That was...kind of hot? That you want me that badly. Makes me feel good.”

He sighs in relief, resting his forehead against yours. “I do. I think I went a little pussy-dumb, couldn’t control myself. I don’t...want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You don’t. I told you, I want all of you. So...what did you do? Before I woke up?”

He raises his eyebrows and bites his lips, turning a little red. “I...put my thumb in your mouth, and touched your tits.” He watches your mouth part, your pupils dilate in arousal, and it makes him more bold. “And I rubbed against you a bit, and then...well.”

You lick your lips. “You should put your cock in my mouth next time.”

He rears back, staring wide-eyed. “Fuck.”

You giggle again and peck small kisses on his lips.

“You’re so fucking filthy.” He groans against your lips, and moves to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth and cupping the back of your head. His thigh moves between your legs as he reaches for you, but a soft cooing noise from the baby monitor causes you both to pause.

“Fuck...Gabi’s up.” He whispers against your lips. “I gotta get up.”

You move to also. “I can do it, let me.”

He chuckles and pushes you back down. “No. Relax baby. You’re off duty.” He plants one more kiss to your lips, rolling off the bed and pulling on his clothes quickly. He brings you another damp towel from the bathroom to clean yourself before he leaves. “Take your time. I’ll see you when you get up.” He winks and closes the door behind him.

After a diaper change and some snuggling, Frankie pads slowly to the kitchen to fix some breakfast for Gabriela. He sits her down in front of the TV, turning the volume low and switching it to a random kids program to occupy her attention.

“Stay there, okay? I’m going to make something for you to eat, but I need you to be good and not leave right here.” She nods to him, already wrapped up in whatever cartoon was on, and he returns to the kitchen, deciding to make her some english muffins. They guys would be up soon, as they had to help Santiago move today, so he also started the coffee maker with enough for anyone. He had just handed Gabi her food on a paper plate on the floor, returning to the kitchen to fix up his coffee to find Will already in there, blowing over his mug.

“...Morning.” He smirks, waggling his eyebrows.

Frankie sighs and rolls his eyes. “Oh, fuck off Will.”

Will wouldn’t let him off that easily. “Have a good night? Actually, I already know the answer. We heard some of it.” He winks.

Frankie huffs and pushes Will out of the way of the mug cupboard.

“Don’t get pissy, we’re all happy for you. Sounded like you rocked her world.”

Frankie finally laughs, turning against the counter with his own mug in hand, mimicking Will and leaning against the opposite counter. “Maybe she rocked mine.”

“THERE HE IS! FUCK YEA FRANK!” Benny enters the kitchen dramatically with a huge grin on his face. “Fuck I didn’t know you were THAT good. I mean I heard all the girls in camp talk about how good you were but SHIT! Now I have that hard evidence!”

“Alright..alright. You two better shut the fuck up when she comes out here. I don’t need you two embarrassing her after we finally...got together.”

Benny nods. “No worries Fish, I wouldn’t tease her. Just you.” He grins cheekily when Frankie flips him off and opens the fridge to look for something to munch on.

“So you guys are like...a thing? Like this wasn’t a one-off?” Asks WIll.

Frankie furrows his brow, chewing on the inside of his lips. “I think so? I HOPE so.”

“Y’all didn’t talk about it?”

“She mentioned it wasn’t a one-time thing, but it wasn’t like an in-depth conversation.”

“Yea, WIll, hello! They were BUSY.” Benny pipes in, mouth full of something or another.

Will nods, sipping from his coffee again.

“Hang on, wait. What did the girls say about me in camp?”

“Oh, they said you were the pussy-eating king.” Benny says, swallowing hastily. Will almost chokes on his coffee, then nods at Frankie’s glare.

Frankie rubs his face with his hands. “So much for kissing and not telling I guess. I’ll take it as a compliment.”

“Maybe the rules are different for pussy kissing. And it was definitely a compliment. The girls wouldn’t shut up about it.”

“Benny, shut the fuck up.” Frankie chides, face turning bright red. He scrambles to change the subject. “Pope still asleep?”

“Think so.”

“He better wake his ass up so we can help him up with this move. I took off work for this.”

“I’m up.” Calls Santiago from the other room. You’re with him, giggling softly at his whispers when Frankie looks into the main room.

You look...breathtakingly gorgeous. Your hair is deliciously rumpled, eyes heavy with sleep. When you meet his eyes, he can’t help but grin like an idiot. “Hey. Want some coffee?” You nod, smiling broadly back.

“Eh, what about me, you bitch.” Santiago snips, and you can’t help but laugh, turning to head over and give Gabriela some morning kisses. Frankie scoffs mockingly at Santiago and walks back into the kitchen to make your cup.

It’s just...so natural, how well you fit in with him, with Gabriela, his life, his friends. If he were a more emotional man he might’ve started tearing up over the damn coffee maker, but instead he takes a deep breath and focuses on your coffee.

“You sure you don’t need me to watch her today?” You ask, leaning against the side of Frankie’s truck bed. He’s buckling Gabriela into her carseat, Santiago still inside getting his things together.

“She’s got daycare today, and you’ve already been on duty way more than you’re expected to be.” Frankie finishes buckling her in and shuts the door, the truck already running and blasting the air conditioner throughout. “Not that I don’t want you for company, but if you come with us, you’ll try and help, and you are absolutely not doing that.”

You mockingly pout, bouncing on your feet. “But I wanna!” You break out into laughter and he joins you, grabbing your arm and pulling you into him. He smells fucking amazing, the musk of pheromones and sex permeating all your sense and he burrows his face into your neck, nipping love bites, his scruffy beard scratching against you deliciously.

“Would you be mad if I said you would also be way too distracting for me?” He trails his pointy nose up your neck and along your jaw, slowly backing you against the side of the truck bed and caging you in.

“Now when you say it like this.” You whisper, and he meets his lips with yours, tentatively at first, building into a ravenous makeout as you whimper against him. “Frankie…” You sigh as he pulls away. “As much as I’d like you to fuck me against this car, we’re in the middle of the street, anyone could be looking.”

He huffs a laugh and pulls away, the pair of you looking around quickly. The streets are mostly empty, except for one black car on the next block with dark tinted windows, a few cars in driveways, but most of the neighbors had already left for work after the long weekend.

“It’s a truck, and no one’s looking.” He husks, moving forward to you again.

“I am, and as much as I’m enjoying this scene, we got shit to do.” Santiago chimes in as he walks up to you.

“Sorry.” You say, and Santiago shakes his head and gives you a tight hug.

“No worries Gorgeous. I just gotta put these assholes to work now.”

Benny and Will exit the house to say goodbye to you, and you give them each a long hug. “Thank you Benny.” You whisper softly in his ear.

“For what?” He winks as he pulls away.

“So we’ll meet you at your house at 21:30?” Will clarifies.

The quartet continues to work out the details of the move as you head to your car, sighing happily as you hop into your seat. It’d been the best weekend you’ve had in a long time.

You’d spent the day being lazy, doing some minor apartment chores until collapsing on the couch to doze, random episodes of Parks and Rec playing in the background. You missed him already, was that weird? The events of yesterday were such a blur, it’s hard to believe they actually happened. But you could feel him, in the soreness of your muscles and the remaining flickers of adrenaline still coursing through your veins. It had been a while since you’d felt someone just wanted you so deeply like that, and you shiver when you remember how he practically ate your face with desperation in that hallway. And after...fuck. He was good. He was so fucking good. You’d never wanted it to stop. So rough, and hard, but then soft and apprehensive at the same time. The duality of him was just...perfect. He was perfect. So big, and firm, and strong...you could feel the tingle between your legs growing just thinking about him. God, were you going crazy? Was this kind of lust normal? You couldn’t remember the last time someone set you on fire like this. Not even...no. Not going to go there. Frankie. Just Frankie…

Your phone chimes and you’re jerked awake, fumbling for it on the coffee table and rubbing your eyes. It’s just after seven, you’d napped longer than you had wanted to, but you smile when you see Frankie’s name bannering on your lockscreen.

Frankie 🐈🐟: Hey, just got home. Sorry I didn’t text earlier. Pope’s a workhorse. How are you?

You can’t help but grin wider at his attentiveness, it’d only been ten or so hours since you’d seen him, he was acting like he hadn’t contacted you in days.

Good! Just being lazy on the couch, watching TV.

Frankie 🐈🐟: Missing me I hope?

Always missing you. Missed you even when I was just your employee 😘

You hope that wasn’t being too forward, and you pick at your nails waiting for his response.

Frankie 🐈🐟: Me too. Thought it was just me. Thought about you all the time.

It’s almost stupid how the simple things he says make you want to squeal like a little girl in the throes of her first crush. He just makes you feel so ridiculously giddy, endorphins masked as butterflies thrumming through your body. How dare he be so fucking cute! You almost want to throw your phone down, because god, you two could have had this so much sooner if you had just said something, but you hear your phone ping again and scramble to see his next message.

Frankie 🐈🐟: So what are you watching?

Parks and Recreation. Seen it?

Frankie 🐈🐟: Fuck yea, love that show. Office too.

Okay so now I have to ask who your favorites are.

Frankie 🐈🐟: Hmm. Ron and April for Parks. Dwight and Stanley for Office. You?

Nice picks! I like them too. Also Andy and Leslie from Parks, Jim and Pam from Office. Michael’s a given I think.

Frankie 🐈🐟: Definitely. Well I gotta feed Gabriela and get her ready for bed, but I wanted to say hi real quick. Can I text you later?

Okay, I’d like that. Give Gabi a kiss for me, I miss her too. Talk to you later.

Frankie 🐈🐟: 😘

It’s a few hours later when he does text, and you’re nestled in bed when you hear the ding.

Frankie 🐈🐟: Hey. Sorry, she was a little amped tonight. Still up?

Yea, just relaxing in bed. You caught me in time.

Frankie 🐈🐟: Wish I was there. Or that I could just come over there.

You smirk to yourself, the tendrils of arousal that ghosted over your earlier coming back to life.

Me too. But we’ll have to make do I suppose.

Frankie 🐈🐟: Oh? How so.

You bite your lip, considering his response and what you want to nudge him towards.

To be with me, but not with me

He’s quiet for a few minutes, nervousness building in your chest as you see speech bubbles popping up and disappear. Fuck. Maybe you’d misinterpreted…but then-

Frankie 🐈🐟: I need a visual.

You exhale a sharp breathy laugh, relief and desire is a strange cocktail of emotions to feel all at once, but it encourages you to be a little daring. You throw the covers off you and snap a picture of your body in lieu of texting a visual, the image capturing how your sleep tank rises up off your lower stomach to expose the bare skin and the panties you’d decided to sleep in due to the heat. You exhale, hyping yourself up, and hit send.

Frankie 🐈🐟: You’re so fucking hot, you’re killing me. Wanna touch you so bad. Can you do it for me?

Your heart is beating so fast, like it’s going to just burst through your chest and fly right out the window. You’ve never done this before. Well, you’ve masterbated, obviously, but not...text sex? Sexting? It’s sexting. But you’re too intoxicated with the way he makes you feel to feel shy. You trace your fingertips down your sternum, dipping the front of your tank top and gently circle your right nipple, increasing pressure as your body heats up.

I’m touching

Frankie 🐈🐟: Where. Need to know.

My nipples

Frankie 🐈🐟: Fuck baby, I’m getting hard. Can you touch your pussy for me?

You tell him yes, and slide your hand lower, resting the phone on your tummy as you close your eyes, playing with your clit softly. Your fingers are so small compared to his. Softer, less calloused.

Your fingers are so much better than mine, big and thick

Frankie 🐈🐟: Jesus fucking christ baby, tell me, tell me what to do.

Pull your dick out and touch yourself. Send me a pic.

He does. With absolutely no hesitation of reservation at all. And fuck, he has the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen. Thick, tan and perfectly cut, rigid veins trailing down to a slightly groomed mass of hair which somehow doesn’t turn you off at all. Holding his perfect cock in that big hand...you moan and dip your finger into yourself, grabbing your phone and sloppily sending one more text message one-handed.

Call me now

It’s like the text had barely been sent before he calls, and you answer, phone in the crook of your neck, simply whining in greeting.

“Cat…”

“Wildflower”, He pants out, “you’re gonna fucking kill me, I know it.” He’s panting in your ear, and you can hear the lewd slick sounds of him jacking himself off. You increase the pressure of the heel of your hand on your clit, pushing another finger inside you, canting your hips upwards as if he was on top of you, filling you up perfectly like he did last night. And this morning. You don’t even recognize the sounds coming out of your mouth. He continues, rambling straight filth into your ear.

“Fuck, honey, I can hear you fucking yourself. Wish it was me, been thinking about your tight little pussy taking me all day. God damn..” He moans out, and you can hear his speed increasing, his panting coming out harder.

“It’s not the same.” You whine, “Too small...need your big dick in me.”

“Yea?” He huffs. “Want to so bad, bet I could slide right in, I can hear how wet you are.” You cry out at his words, a sharp jolt of pleasure surging through you. You’re so close, and you grind your palm harder into your clit despite the ache in your hand.” You’re practically crying into the phone now, and he can barely take it.

“Baby i’m gonna cum, you sound so fucking sweet. Are you...are you close?” He finishes the sentence with several moaning sighs, they sound so intoxicatingly obscene that it throws you right off the edge.

“Yes, Fr-Frankie!” You yell out as you cum, and through the stars popping behind your eyelids you can hear him cursing and moaning, finally grunting out your name as he cums. You groan through your aftershocks as you hear him, he’s never shy about his noises and it’s one of your favorite things about fucking him. He is loud and dirty and raw, you think you could cum just thinking about his noises alone. He’s huffing now, in your ear, and you hum in contentment as the two of you come down off the high.

“God damn.” He finally rasps, his voice like gravel after his loud orgasm. “You’re fucking insatiable.”

“Me!” You exclaim, but there’s no mirth in it, and the two of you start giggling like idiots in each other's ears. “Please tell me who woke me up already fucking me this morning.”

“Okay. You got me. Can’t help it though. You make me feel like a teenager again.”

You hum softly. “Lust of a teen, body of a man. I like that combination.”

Frankie chuckles. “I’m glad.”

The two of you talk late into the night, about nothing and everything.

“Oh...fuck” Frankie inhales, several hours later. “I didn’t realize what time it was. I gotta be up for an early shift tomorrow. See you tomorrow then? Can you stay later than you normally do?”

“It’s a date Cat, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You say your goodbye and toss the phone across your bed, rolling over. You fall asleep immediately.

You were practically vibrating for Frankie to come home, and even though you internally chastised yourself for acting like a lovestruck fool, you couldn’t help it. You tried to expend your energy chasing Gabriela around in the yard until it ended in a long tickle fight, but although it tired her out, you were still humming with energy. You had a specific movie picked out for tonight, and you were excited to watch it with the two of them.

But when Frankie came home, he was weird. It was barely noticeable. He wasn’t doing anything necessarily to you, or to Gabi, he was just...off. Slumped.

“Bonita.” He greets Gabi, dropping everything in his hands to pick up his daughter and toss her in the air. She lands with a giggle in his strong arms, his biceps flexing with her weight, and he presses kisses all over her face. You looked on with adoration, a clenching in your heart whenever you see him in full dad mode.

The two of you had discussed taking it slow introducing the new dynamic to your relationship with Gabi, so when he puts her down you settle for a nice long hug and a press of his lips to your neck. He sags slightly in your arms, a huff of relieving breath puffing out over your bare shoulders. You pull him away and hold his arms, looking into his face. He looks like a scared baby fawn.

“What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head minutely. “Nothing, just a long day I guess.”

You squint at him, not sure if you believe him or not, but decide not to press it.

“Buh BYE!” Gabi yells, bouncing up in excitement.

You laugh. “Oh yea, she’s learned to say buh bye correctly now, she was very excited to tell you.”

“Wow! Gabi! That’s awesome! I know that was tough, you’re so smart baby.” He picks her up again and sits on the couch with her, and you join, keeping a respectful distance. She nuzzles into his chest and sighs happily. Mood, you think to yourself. Soon. But first, movie.

“So what’cha got for us, I’ve been wondering all day. You sounded excited.”

“MMhmmm.” You nod, smiling widely. “Get ready for feelings.”

Frankie gasps loudly and looks at Gabi. “UH oh. Not FEELINGS.” They giggle with each other as you pull up Disney Plus, finally selecting The Fox and the Hound. You press play quickly before either have time to notice, too lost in whatever secret language they’re speaking together. But as the screen shifts from black to blue, and the title of the movie flashes on the screen, Frankie suddenly quiets and stiffens noticeably.

“Oh.” He says simply.

You look at him, his throat bobbing as he swallows, and you immediately question your choice. “Um, actually, nevermind. Let me pick something else.”

Gabi lifts her head and smacks her hand down lightly on Frankie’s chest. “NO.”

“OOF. Niña! Por favor sea gentil, okay?”

She nods and wriggles out of his arms to plop down between you, leaning against you slightly.

You look up from her and meet his eyes. “Frankie, do you want to watch something else? I don’t want to watch something if you don’t want to watch it.”

“I want to watch it with you. I’m just...I might..cry.” He says, looking down to fiddle with the webbing between his thumb, circling his opposite thumb over his tiny faded little bullseye tattoo.

You realize suddenly that it’s hard for him. It’s hard for him to show vulnerability to someone. And you don’t want to push him if he’s not ready. He looks back up at you, but there’s determination now in his expression. He makes the decision for you, grabbing the controller from your lap and hits play.

You get through most of it without crying. You both knew which part it would be, so it wasn’t something that crept up on you. But when you turn to look at him, tears prickling in your eyes, you’re still surprised.

Frankie is crying, noticeably. Drying tear tracks down his cheeks, one more tear pulling from the corner of his eye as you look. There’s no noise, and his face is stiff to the point where he could pass as a statue. You wish you lived in a society that didn’t chastise men for showing their emotions, because whenever you saw it from him it made you like him more. Maybe it came from society, maybe it came from the military, but he wasn’t just rough and gruff. He had depth, softness, he was sensitive and you think he probably tries so hard to hide just how sensitive he really is. You wish he wouldn’t. But you also knew the more comfortable he was with you, the more he was letting you see. He’s already shown you some of that. So you would allow him space, give him the time he needs to show you more. You look back to the screen to give him some privacy, but slowly reach your arm out behind where Gabi is perched to the edge of the couch and grasp his hand. He accepts it and squeezes back tightly. I’m here. I support you.

“But WHY?!” Gabi breaks the tension, pointing at the TV as the old lady leaves the fox in the forest alone. You pull her into your lap, explaining the movie to her a bit, allowing Frankie to quickly wipe his eyes on his flannel and get himself together.

“Okay, she’s finally down.” Frankie says with a sigh, flinging his body back on the couch. He rubs his face with his hands and turns to you, leaning in for a kiss. You give it, taking his hand as he pulls away.

“Frankie, I’m sorry again if I upset you about the movie…you’re upset, I know you are. I just wanted to have some fun with you. I just thought...we’d talked about it when we first met and-” You don’t meet his eyes.

He tilts your chin back up. “No, no it wasn’t that. I’m sorry, I guess I’ve been weird today. I- I had a rough meeting today. Sorry I’m ruining our date.”

‘You aren’t. You didn’t!” You pull your lips into your mouth, wondering if you should press more, but decide to do it this once. “What happened? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, I just...I wanna help if I can.”

He thinks this over for a few moments. “Well, I told my group about you. They weren’t the most positive about it. I guess it put me in a bad mood.”

“Oh.” You pull your hand from his and join it with the other in your lap. “Is this...is this your AA?”

“NA.”

“What?”

“NA. Narcotics Anonymous.” He braces for your reaction, sure that the realization of his addiction to more serious drugs would send you running for the hills. It’s why he had tried to avoid this conversation. But you deserve the truth. Some of it, at least.

You surprise him again. “Oh! Duh, I’ve seen you drinking alcohol. Stupid of me. Um, how long have you been sober?”

“A year and a half.”

“WOW!” You perk up and clap your hands together, almost scaring him with the suddenness. “That’s great Frankie! I’m so proud of you!”

He takes his cap off and runs his fingers through his hair sheepishly, tossing it on the coffee table instead of replacing it on his head. “Yea, uh, I worked hard. I’m still working hard. For Gabi. They wouldn’t let me have custody of her until I’d proven sober for a long time.”

“That must have been hard for you. I know you never would have hurt her.” He nods gently. “Well, I wouldn’t take it too personally, with your group I mean. They just want to help you. And they don’t know me.”

He takes a gulp before continuing. “Yea. They...they said they didn’t want me to get overly invested in something that -- that might be...temporary.” He struggles to get the words out, to not let you see his deepest and darkest fears, but he can’t help but seek an answer from you that he desperately needs reminding of.

You furrow your brow. “You mean me? Frankie...you’re not temporary to me. I mean if you want that then...I dunno...I guess that’s fine, but that’s not really what I was thinking. Not at all.”

“No?” He can’t help but let out the breath he’d been holding during your answer, a wide grin spreading across his features. It shows off the dimple on his right cheek beautifully, and he reaches out to you and pulls you into his lap, straddling your thighs on either side of his.

“No, you idiot.” You giggle and kiss him on the lips, then spread out, kissing him all over his face. “I really fucking like you Frankie, I already told you that. I’m not going to hurt you. I wish you’d believe it.”

He spreads his hands across your back, holding you close to him. “I do, I guess I just needed reassurance. And then we watched that movie and she just leaves him and then-”

“Oh...Frankie.” You take his cheeks in your hands and scratch your fingers through his beard, and he preens at the sensation. “You are so fucking adorable, I can’t stand it.”

“So...so does this mean you wanna be my girlfriend?” He looks up at you with the softest eyes you think you might scream.

“YES. Yes, boyfriend, and let me show you how much I like you, so you never fucking forget it.” You draw him in for a kiss, tilting your head so that your lips fit perfectly into his, suckling on his bottom lip. He hums with pleasure in your mouth. You swipe your tongue into his mouth once, then pull away, and he pouts at the abruptness of the ending. “I love these pouty lips.” You say, caressing his bottom lip with your thumb. “And this fluffy, curly hair,” You move to run your fingers through it. “And your dark eyes, and this fucking nose!” You nuzzle yours against his.

“Oh, stop, it’s the worst.”

“No, it’s fucking sexy. MMMmmm and this scruffy silver fox jawline, and these freckles on your neck, and your strong arms…” You start moving off him, slowly sliding down his body. He closes his eyes and sighs happily at the praise.

“The broadest fucking shoulders too.” You’re between his legs now, knees on the floor. “And this tummy….”

“Oh god…” He slaps his hand over his face.

“Shutup Frankie. Let me praise you. Let me show you how much I like you.” You lift up his shirt, taking note of the bulge already growing in his jeans. He’s got a thing for praise, you revel, and you stick a pin in your brain about that for later. His tummy exposed, you lean forward and press a kiss to the tiny little swell that overflows his belt. You don’t see his lips part as you love him here. Your kisses continue into open mouthed ones all along his stomach and happy trail, until you are nibbling little love bites into him and he’s moaning softly, head tossed back.

“Baby…” He whines.

“Shhh.” You chide, and you lean back to look him in the eyes, placing the palms of your hands on his jean-covered calves, sliding them up to his thighs, inches from where he wants them. You squeeze them lightly. “MMmmmm and these thighs, with that little elephant tattoo…” You turn your head and kiss him where you saw it before peaking out of his swimming trunks.

“Wildflower, please don’t tease...” He begs, his hips bucking slightly, desperately seeking the contact he’s going crazy for.

You hum and give him what he wants, sliding one of your hands up further and palming his stiff cock through his jeans. His pouty lips open in an ‘O’ shape as he stares at you. You lean forward and nuzzle your nose into his crotch, opening your mouth to wet the fabric and squeeze him a little between your lips. You look up again and he’s still staring, looking a complete mess.

You smile and start unbuttoning his jeans, and he lifts his hips to help you pull them down his legs. You look at his cock blatantly, licking your lips, and he whimpers and shifts in impatience.

“Be patient like a good boy, and I’ll give you something I don’t give a lot of people. That’s how much I like you.” You tell him, pulling your shirt off and unclasping your bra.

“Fuck...” It’s all he can say, he’s completely fuckstruck. You love seeing him this way.

“And I love your cock…” You whisper, leaning forward to kiss the tip, the pre-cum following you as you pull away, a thin string pulled with your lips, eventually breaking with the distance. You giggle at his expression, completely bug-eyed, mouth hanging open, until you lean in and take the tip of him in your mouth. He groans out and his head falls back to the back pillows of the couch again, and you slide him into your mouth more, swirling your tongue around the ridge of his cock head, lathing it against his perineum.

You pull away, licking your lips, until he looks back down at you. He looks utterly debauched, and you love it. “It’s so big in my mouth Frankie, I don’t know if I can take it all.”

“Jesus fucking christ…” He pants, and you sheathe your mouth around him again, moving as far as you can go, wrapping your hand around the thick bottom half you can’t fit. He moans out loudly, slapping a hand over his own mouth for a second when he remembers Gabi is sleeping down the hall. “Shit, fuck baby, you look so fucking pretty sucking me off.” He whispers.

You speed up at his approval, and he runs his hand through your hair to grip it at the base of your neck. Not pushing, but reinforcing his appreciation. He lets go when you eventually pull away again, and he exhales in frustration at the loss of sensation. But you’re just moving back to pull off his boots, pants and boxers completely. Pushing his thighs out wider, you lean down further and lick a small stripe up one of his balls, using your tongue to pull it into your mouth gently.

The noise that comes out of him is so fucking vulgar, the deepest moan you’ve ever heard come from his mouth, and you take it as more confirmation he likes what you’re doing, so you switch to the other one and do the same.

“Babe, babe you gotta...I’m close. Want your mouth on me…” He begs.

You comply, moving back up to slide your mouth back down his length, tightening the muscles of your lips so you squeeze him on the way down. You wrap your hand at his base again, moving it up and down in a corkscrew. His chest is puffing in and out, his muscles tensing up, and he stiffens, pressing his hand down on your head until his cock hits the back of your throat, and you squeak at the intrusion.

“I know baby, I know, just...FUCK please don’t move please don’t move please-don’t-move-PLEASE-DON’T-MOVE!”

You swallow around him, eyes watering, relaxing your throat as he pushes just a little further, looking up at him from your eyelashes, and he fucking loses it, growling and groaning as he cums down your throat. Frankie always cums alot, and it leaks out the side of your mouth and dribbles down your chin as he comes down off the pleasure high. You stay where he asked you to be obediently, swallowing as much of it as you can when he finally pulls his softening cock out of your mouth.

“Shit, sorry, here….” He scrambles around for something to wipe your mouth off with but you shake your head, licking your lips and wiping your face off on the crook of your elbow, the sheen of his spend glistening in the dim lighting.

“Damn, you look so fucking good with my cum on your face baby, come here.” He says, grabbing you around the wrists and pulling you up and over his shoulder, carrying you off into the bedroom.

“Ah! Frankie!” You exclaim, slapping him on the shoulder softly, but he ignores you and tosses you onto the middle of his bed.

“Take off your shorts.” He smirks.

You pout. “Frankie...this was just supposed to be about you tonight.”

He chuckles darkly. “Oh, trust me, this is for me.” You scoot up the bed and he pulls your shorts and panties off for you, tossing them behind him without a care. “I don’t know if you heard, but I love doing this, and apparently I’m really good at it.” He pushes your legs to the sides and settles himself between them, wasting no time in swiping his nose right up your slit. He looks up at you and smirks again, the sight of some of your wetness on that nose making you clench around nothing.

“Did you get this wet sucking my dick?” He asks, and you nod shyly. “You’re fucking perfect baby, such a good fucking girl.” He brings his face back to your pussy and laps you up like a starved man, thrusting his tongue into you and occasionally moving back up to suck on your clit. You cry and moan, and he eats up the praise as you knew he would, before he plunges a thick finger into you, curling it and rubbing it against your walls. You arch your back, squeezing your eyes shut in pleasure, and he takes the opportunity to add a second finger, working you open more.

“Oh, fuck, Frankie!” You grind your hips down onto him and he lets you, pulling back to watch you fuck yourself on his fingers, before adding a third. You’re writhing in his arms, moving your head from side to side, face pinched, and he sucks your clit into his mouth, giving it the tiniest, gentlest little nibble. You squeeze your eyes closed with so much force tears leak out of them as you shatter, back arching off the bed, clamping your hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet enough to not wake Gabi. He hums as he works you through your subsiding release, slowing down to soft kisses and licks while you quiet down.

He’s hard and aching to be inside you now, and he crawls up your body, kissing you the whole way there. You’re completely wrecked, not sure how he can still have any energy. He kisses you softly, languidly, pouring as much of his feelings into it as he can. He reaches down to line up against you, pushing in slowly and sets a gentle rolling pace, his mouth never leaving yours. You’re sighing and whimpering in his arms, and he feels a twang of guilt for not being completely honest with you. He is scared you’ll leave. But it’s not because of you. It’s because of him. Because he always, eventually, fucks up everything. And he can’t help but think he will fuck this up too, and you will leave, and he will be alone and sad again. He can’t tell you everything he’s done, not yet, he wants to cling to the brief happiness he can. So he hitches your legs around his hips to let you lock him in, nuzzling into your neck, saying your name over and over, running one of his hands through your hair and caressing your cheek as he lovingly fucks you.

No, not fucking. Making love.

Chapter 7

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While You Sleep

Characters: Will Miller, Benny Miller, Frankie Morales, Santiago Garcia, Tom Davis, Unnamed Reader.

Warnings: Canon character death, depression, grief.

Summary: The aftermath of Tom’s death.

A/N: This is just something I needed to write to process some emotions. I am considering writing a series that takes place during and after the movie with the “she” mentioned in this. Title comes from “While You Sleep” by Maisy Stella, highly recommend you listen while reading.

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Grief doesn’t always happen in stages. That’s something nobody ever talks about.

When her brother died, she didn’t have time to process it completely. Stuck on a mountain top with too many bags to carry and other enemies potentially on their trail, she’d jumped straight from having a brother to accepting he was gone. She needed to accept it in order to properly focus on the mission, to get herself and the rest of the team out alive.

She’d watched as her brother’s body was wrapped and carried down the mountain. She’d listened to Benny sing as they dragged the money down. She’d ignored the looks they kept giving her like she was a ticking time bomb.

Worst of all, she’d watched the money her brother died for drop into the void to be lost forever.

Maybe that’s why it was easy for her to sign away her rights to the remaining cash, to agree to give it to Tess and her mother. She’d signed the papers and walked out before anyone had the chance to offer her any of it.

And as the others were hugging goodbye, she’d taken her new passport from Pope and walked away without a word. That’s when it had started to hit her that her brother was dead.

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She was quiet at the funeral. Tom’s ex-wife was angry at him for taking the job, and Tess was devastated for the time she had lost with her father. But she was silent.

Pope was in Australia, but the other three men had come to show their support and say goodbye to their fallen brother. They tried to talk to her, but she couldn’t bring herself to look them in the eyes. She didn’t blame them, but she couldn’t look at them.

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Her boss had forced her to take the month off for bereavement when she had tried to show up at work the day after the funeral, so she barricaded herself in her house and barely moved from her bed.

She was beginning to think she was broken. Tom had died and she hadn’t cried yet.

Her brain was numb, her heart hurt, but she hadn’t even cried.

The others had come by to check on her. The food they brought with them remained uneaten in the fridge, the offers to take her to get a drink were declined.

She heard Benny whispering to Frankie one day.

“I thought there were stages?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Grief. Isn’t she supposed to go through five stages?”

“It doesn’t always work like that, Ben.”

After a while they had even tried getting Pope to call her from Australia, but eventually her phone died, and she couldn’t bring herself to even plug it in.

There were no stages for her. She had never been in denial about his death, she had never gotten angry at him or anyone else about the situation they had been in, and she had never tried to bargain with some higher power to bring him back. Sure, she had accepted it on the mountain, but the moment they’d reached safety it had shifted into nothingness.

She wished she could say she was stuck in the depression stage, but she wasn’t even sure she could call it that.

This was just nothing.

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Five days after Tom’s funeral, it happened.

She was in bed, staring at the wall as if it would crumble down and draw her into an alternate dimension, and she heard the door open. It wasn’t unusual as the guys had keys and had come to check on her daily, but this time it was different.

“Hey,” she heard a voice call down the hall as the locks turned back into place.

It startled her out of whatever stupor she’d fallen into. It was her brother’s voice, clear as day. She sat up on the bed, eyes wide on the door to her bedroom as she waited for him to come back to her.

And then the spell was broken as the man spoke again and she realized her mind had been playing tricks on her.

“I brought food.” Will said, accompanied by the sound of a paper take out bag being placed on the counter.

It wasn’t Tom. Tom was dead. He was gone and he was never coming back.

She broke.

Her chest tightened, her eyes burned, and suddenly she couldn’t breathe. She gasped for air, her hands clawing at her throat as if she could open her airway from the outside in, and the ticking time bomb exploded.

She was hyperventilating, her face suddenly soaked with all the tears she had yet to shed. Her throat already felt raw from the sobs that shook her shoulders.

Will was by her side like a flash of lightning, strong hands gentle as he brushed her greasy hair out of her face. “Hey, hey, you’re okay. It’s okay.” He murmured. “Breathe. You’re okay.”

“I-I can’t—” she wept, her voice thick.

He kneeled on the bed beside her, taking her face in his hands and forcing her to look him in the eyes. It was the first time she’d done it since her brother’s death.

“You can.” He sounded so confident, like he’d never been more sure of anything in his life. “You can.”

Leaning forward, he pressed his forehead against hers. “Just breathe.” He whispered.

“Just breathe.”

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theanothersherlockian · 2 months

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i’m looking for a fic

i read it a long time ago, it was a Frankie x f!reader. It started talking about frankie having a long stamina. that he used to come twice while he had sex. and now he was lying there hard, with reader next to him but he didn’t want to wake her up because she was gonna wake up early and that she must’ve been tired. and he was debating whether to wake her up to fuck her or just go to the bathroom to touch himself. but with the time he gets more desperate and start touching himself but then he regrets it and it’s a circle. until she wakes up and realizes that he’s touching himself there in the bed and she fucks him until he’s begging to stop.

pleaseee i read it here in tumblr. o forgot to save the name

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bestintheparsec · 3 years

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As Does the Snow

Frankie Morales x Reader

Summary: You and your neighbor, Frankie, get snowed in together.

A/N: I wrote this down when the power was out while I was—you guessed it—snowed in. Nothing too deep/angsty in this (for once), just softness. Thank you for reading and I hope you like it!

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: none, some obvious tropes (snowed in, there was only one bed)

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Your phone buzzes in your pocket, prompting you to drop the pile of clothes you’re holding to answer it.

“Hey, Santi,” you answer the familiar friendly voice on the other end.

“You lose power yet?” he asks, slight concern in his tone.

“Just about an hour ago,” you reply, peering out the window. The sun’s still out, so you’ll be okay for a few more hours until it sets.

You’d all been expecting the power to go out, of course. The news has been tracking a seemingly out-of-nowhere snow storm that’s been headed your way, starting its impact a few hours earlier. You hadn’t expected to lose power so soon, though—it usually takes a lot more ice or wind to damage the lines. You’ve been preparing as best as you can for the cold nights ahead. With the lack of heat and power, it was bound to be a long night or two.

“You have everything you need, right?” he asks after a short silence. Santi and the other guys, most of them, live closer to the city and away from the countryside that you'd chosen to live in. With the way the roads are, everyone's been warned not to drive if possible. Not that there’s anywhere to go.

“Yeah, I always do—”

“Listen, I was wondering if you could go stay with Frankie during this whole thing,” he chimes in.

Frankie lives across the street from you—you’ve been good friends with him ever since you moved in years ago, even becoming a part of his group of ex-military friends when he introduced you to them, and you'd fit in like you’d always belonged there. It’s perfectly reasonable that Santi would ask you to go stay with your friend to hunker down during a storm. You would all stay with each other if you could, but seeing as that’s impossible and you and Frankie only have each other right now…yes, completely reasonable.

Fuck, who are you kidding?

What seems like a long time ago, you realized you had feelings for Frankie. And, by some luck—or not—you found out they were reciprocated.

But things don’t always work out the way you want them to; hell, it seems like things never do. At the end of the day, you both had wanted to pursue something more with each other, but life got in the way, just as it often does. You both had a lot going on in your lives back then, things you had to deal with and sort out alone. Ultimately—awkward conversations and deep talks and all—you’d both decided it was best if you simply stayed friends, lest things become overcomplicated.

And so you did. Despite this small history, things haven't really been awkward since then. He’s still a good friend to you, one of your best friends, really, and the subject hasn’t been mentioned again ever since.

Only, you haven’t really moved on. You haven’t been much good at leaving the feelings behind you, either. At first you just kept shoving them away, trying to convince yourself that you felt nothing at all whenever you were with him, nothing except friendly love for one of your best friends. But despite your best attempts not to, you found yourself slowly falling more for him. Being close to him for this long has made it even harder for you to move past it.

Not that you've addressed any of this again.

Had you sorted out the things you were dealing with back then? Maybe. But you’d both decided on what was best, years ago, and given that Frankie hasn’t brought it up again since, it’s likely he wants to keep things that way. Time tends to help some people to move on, where it drives the knife in deeper for others. Frankie’s been on plenty of dates since then, even a relationship or two. So you know you were probably just a momentary interlude in his love life, someone he stopped thinking about in that way long before you could ever even think about moving on. You're nothing more than a good friend to him now. And so you've kept your continued feelings for him to yourself, allowing them to thinly layer your friendship like a light dusting of sugar that’s never quite sweet enough to stand on its own.

But the thought of sheltering with him for a few days? You're not sure if you can keep your feelings contained if you're with him for that long and with that much free time to get lost in your thoughts. But given the seriousness of the storm, you were both bound to end up at one or the other's place, anyways.

You must have been silent for a little too long, because Santi speaks again, breaking your thoughts. “You can watch over each other, that sort of thing. Besides, you know how he can be…” he trails off, waiting for you to answer.

“I—yeah, I’ll go over there,” you finally agree, nodding to yourself. “I was going to check up on him eventually, anyways. I’ll go over as soon as I finish up what I’m doing.”

“Sounds good—let us know if you run into any trouble. We’ll find a way over there if we need to.”

You mutter a quick thanks and remind them to stay safe before hanging up, tossing your phone onto the couch with a resigned sigh. Moments later you pick it up again, quickly sending a text to Frankie to ask him if it’s alright for you both to bunker together for the night. Which he quickly agrees to, of course—you’ve spent many evenings over at his place, or his at yours.

Really, you don’t know why your brain’s suddenly trying to make this weird for you. You’ll bring some snacks and blankets, and it’ll be just like any other Friday night you’ve spent with him. Not weird. There’s nothing there (at least on his end) for you to feel awkward about.

You shake your head and finish your emergency preparations, trying to be done with it before it gets dark so you can head over to Frankie’s.

Exhaling deeply first, you ring Frankie’s doorbell.

“Coming!” His deep voice calls from inside.

You shove your hands into your pockets then change your mind, moving them to grip anxiously onto the straps of your backpack. Another few moments pass before you hear Frankie trod to the door. He answers it with a soft smile plastered on his face, the same one he uses every time he greets you. Immediately taking the bag you’re carrying off your arm, he beckons you inside and you follow, shrugging off your backpack.

"Did you need help with anything?" You ask, dropping your bag onto the ground and looking around the darkened place. The windows are covered, there's flashlights and candles out on the table, and a couple cases of water are stacked in the kitchen.

He’s layered up in clothing just like you are—a familiar flannel button-up peeking out from under his jacket. His hair is messy like he’s been running around all day, which he probably has been from the looks of it. If you had to describe it, he looks like...home.

Stop it, you mentally chastise yourself.

“Nah, I’m just making some final tweaks,” he remarks, walking over to pull the living room curtains shut. “The house is warm enough for now, but it won’t be long before it starts feeling like the inside of a fridge in here.”

He turns back to face you with a different sort of smile on his lips, a gentle expression you can’t quite make out.

Unbeknownst to you, Frankie’s been in deep for you, too. He knows you'd both agreed not to date, but over time he's come to greatly regret that decision. It was the right one at the time, but he can't help but wish things had gone a little differently. There’s no one he’d rather be around, and any and all dates he’s been on over the years have failed for the same reason—they’re not you. They could never be you.

Chances come and go, and his has gone. In more ways than one you’re a light in his life, someone he couldn’t ever deserve, and somehow he’s lucky enough to have you in his life at all—even if it’s just as friends. If he’s a better person now, a lot of it’s because you’ve been there to pick up the pieces, the same way he does and will always do for you without a second thought.

But something you can’t help him with is the fact that he’s fallen for you, hard, long after you’d both agreed to just be friends. And he keeps on falling.

He knows people change their mind all the time, but he’s been unwilling and unable to bring it up again with you. For all he knows, that agreement had just been your gentle way of telling him “it’s never going to happen.” He doesn't want to risk scaring you off and losing one of the best people in his life.

Frankie comes back to reality, watching you smooth out the front of your shirt.

“Okay, well, I brought some of my blankets in case we need to pile them up…” you say, pointing to the large bag you brought. “And since your stove is electric, it looks like we’ll be eating snacks for dinner.”

“That’s bold of you to assume,” he retorts, walking over to the kitchen. With a silly gesture, he proudly uncovers a large dish full of one of your favorites.

Frankie is certainly no chef, but he can put together a dish or two, even going out of his way to learn how to make the things that you both love. He puts a hand on his hip, amused by the surprised look on your face. “I made it before the power went out. They did teach us some things about preparation in the military, you know,” he teases, dimple on full display.

“And here I was packing junk food and sandwiches, like a loser,” you jest, grinning back at him. Frankie somehow always manages to make your life a little better. He beams and your chest constricts at the sight.

"Oh, we'll definitely need those for later," he reassures you with a grin. "If the guys were here that'd all be gone before the worst of the storm even hits," he adds, making you laugh.

Some of your favorite nights with Frankie are the ones that are completely uneventful, ones where you relax after a long day of work and binge your favorite snacks while watching some crappy movie on the couch. Then again, it's always the little things that make you happy when it comes to him.

Once you've had your dinner you both get comfortable next to each other on the couch, chatting about life and nothing in particular, the way you often do—minus the lack of electricity and a mostly dark room that’s barely lit up by a couple of small camping lights Frankie has. No doubt the other guys would make things a lot more chaotically entertaining if they were all here, but you’re happy it’s just the two of you now—even if it does make it harder for you to think straight at the moment.

Frankie says something that makes you chuckle and you look up at him, noting the delicate smile on his lips and the way it almost balances out the tired lines under his eyes. He meets your eyes, and if he looks like he wants to say something else, it's probably only in your mind because he doesn't.

The wind outside makes itself known, rattling the windows in its wake. You're suddenly grateful you'd agreed to come and stay with Frankie. Although you’re lucky to have a shelter, these kinds of storms are best when you don't have to ride them out alone.

You also become hyper-aware of how intimate the moments you share with Frankie are. At the end of the day, you're glad he's in your life, even if it's not the way the younger version of you wanted. You still have him and he has you, and that's really more than you could ever ask for.

A chill suddenly makes its way through you.

"Are you shivering?" Frankie stops talking mid-thought to ask you.

"What? No, I—" He cuts you off with a chuckle and shakes his head, reaching down into your bag. With a quick movement he pulls a beanie on over your head, purposely tugging it past your eyes as you laugh and playfully smack his hand away.

"Watch yourself, Morales," you attempt to glare at him as you smooth down your hair, but fail to contain your smile when you see that goofy twinkle in his eyes.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry,” he concedes and raises his hands in mock surrender. The grin is still on his face as he moves to fix the beanie on your forehead. Another quiet chuckle escapes his lips until his fingers move away from your forehead, accidentally grazing along your cheek.

It’s not the chill that makes you both fall abruptly silent.

It’s almost as if the wind wiped the grins off your faces as Frankie looks into your eyes with an intense gaze. His hand still hovers along your cheek, neither of you seeming able to move. You’re suddenly grateful that it’s impossible for him to hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears right now. Your imagination must be getting the better of you again, because you almost believe that there’s something wistful about the look on his face.

But just like that, he drops his hand and you both avert your eyes.

“It’s, um...getting late,” you break the silence. “We better get settled before it really starts getting cold in here.”

Frankie clears his throat, nodding in agreement and standing to pile some blankets onto the couch.

“What are you doing?” you ask him.

“Um...you know I don’t have the guest room set up. There’s just the bed in my room. You go get cozy, I’ll take the couch.”

"What? I'm not gonna steal your bed, Fr—"

“And I'm not going to have you uncomfortable in my house,” he brushes you off with a wave of the hand. “It's fine, querida, really. You know I've knocked out on this couch more times than I can count." Your chest warms at the sound of his pet name for you. It's harmless, just something he's always called you. But for some reason it makes your face warm to hear it this time.

“No, I mean...isn’t it better if we share? I think the whole point is to keep our bodies warm. It’s easier to do that if we’re in one room.”

He finally meets your eyes again, holding your gaze as though there's more than one thing on his mind, then runs a hand through his disheveled hair.

“I...Are you sure? I really don’t have any problem with—”

You smile softly at him, trying to hide any indication of awkwardness in your tone. “Yes, Frankie, it’s fine. Really. Besides, we can stack all our blankets together this way.”

He smiles back. “I have a big, fluffy one we can use, too.”

All the remaining heat in the house has definitely dissipated now, leaving behind a frigid chill. It's bearable for the time being, but leaves your skin covered in goosebumps anytime you expose so much as a sliver of skin to the air. The last time you checked, the snow had already made a significant cushion to the ground outside, and was still going strong.

You've been in bed for an hour or two, huddled into a ball underneath several layers of blankets and refusing to move because it only makes you colder to shift the air around.

Frankie's asleep next to you—you assume he's asleep, anyways. Neither of you have said a word in a while, and with the pattering sounds of snow falling outside, you're getting drowsy yourself. Still, you haven't been able to fall asleep, not even when you jam your eyes shut. It's too cold, for one thing, and for another, it's difficult to ignore the fact that he is right next to you. It's a big bed and there's a decent space between you, but still.

You shift positions yet again, trying to wrap yourself tighter in your section of the blankets. You move to readjust one of the blankets that's gotten pushed away, accidentally bumping Frankie's arm in the process. You grimace, hoping you didn't wake him.

"Your hand is like ice," Frankie's quiet voice suddenly fills the room.

"Oh—Sorry. I thought you were asleep," you mutter back, your voice muffled by the blankets.

"No. It's hard enough for me to sleep even when there's not a historic snowstorm going on." He jokes, though you know it goes deeper than that for him.

Not really knowing how to respond, you remain silent. Rolling onto your side facing away from him, you tuck yourself further into the blankets before resolving to pull them up and over your head entirely.

Frankie's soft laugh rumbles next to you. "Seriously, your skin is frozen," he tells you. “You’re like the opposite of a space heater right now,” he chuckles and you can hear the grin on his face.

You push the blanket off your face, feigning a groan. “Freezing weather and a lack of heat lends to poor circulation, Francisco.”

"I know, I just…maybe it would…it might be warmer if we slept closer together." His voice is so soft that you can’t help but think how nice it would be to fall asleep to the sound of it every night.

When you don’t answer right away he quickly adds, “Or not—I wasn’t trying to...I didn’t mean—Sorry.” Frankie shuffles uncomfortably under the covers.

“No, you’re right,” you murmur hesitantly, barely louder than a whisper. “It...would probably help.”

A beat of silence.

Then you hear Frankie gently move his pillow over towards you, scooting himself in until you can feel his warmth against you. He doesn’t move again at first, you only feel his chest rising and falling against your back. But ever so slowly, he wraps an arm over you, the weight of him sturdy and comforting. You can tell he’s tense—hesitant—until you place your own hand on his, holding him closer to you. Feeling you make yourself comfortable must put him at ease, and he relaxes around you. Neither of you say a word, just lay there sharing each other’s warmth.

You’ve fallen asleep on his shoulder on some late nights on the couch before—things two normal, friendly people do, right? But you’ve never let yourself think too much about it. You can hardly help it now, reveling in the way you feel safe in his arms, fitting perfectly along the curve of his body. You are warmer, although some of it may be because of the way your pulse is just a little bit quickened. You wouldn't mind if you had to stay like this forever.

Frankie quietly exhales, his breath warm against the back of your hair. “Better?” he finally speaks, his voice gravelly and hushed, not much louder than the sound of snow hitting the window.

A pause. “Yeah.”

You feel him relax even more, burying his cheek a little more into the space above your shoulders. “Let’s try to sleep, then, querida.”

And just like that, Frankie Morales manages to make you fall a little bit more in love with him.

It’s then that you realize—it’s always been simple with him. Everything is always...easy with him. Nothing’s overcomplicated or messy; it’s just you and Frankie. It’s what drew you to him first, long ago. It wasn’t the outspoken openness that that others had, nor the confident resolve, but the quiet way he cares for you. The way he manages to always make you laugh, even at the times when it’s almost impossible to. The way he makes you feel so whole that you forget there was ever anything missing in the first place. That’s how he found his way, permanently, into your heart.

For Frankie, it’s always been you. You’re a grounding presence to him, someone who’s made him familiar with peace again over the years.

He lies there listening to the sounds of your breathing, sure that you’re finally fast asleep. He feels sleep coming over himself, too. He knows he’ll sleep a little easier tonight with you. He’ll weather anything when it comes to you. That’s how he knows, and convinces himself that once this storm business is over, he’ll tell you. For now, he lets himself follow you into slumber. His last conscious thoughts are of how he wouldn't mind having you in his arms like this every night, and if it weren't for your warmth lulling him to sleep, he might've confessed to you right then and there.

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