#彡 ꒰ ✒ amira writes ; lsdln cast.── ꒱

[madame-fear]

could you write a drabble for Francisco with these prompts? please 🥺

50. “i don't recall asking you to stop. keep kissing me.”

20. goofily smiling in between kisses.

27. “if only you knew the effect you have on me.”

꒰ ‘𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄’ | 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄. ꒱

ೀ amira speaks! : nonnie this was so sweet and fun to write, thank you for requesting this !! this is literally the first thing I ever write for our sweet man, I hope you enjoy this! 🤧💕 also, tagging my sweet girl @luceracastro in case you are interested! <33 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : request above. ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 550.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : fluff, established relationship, drabble. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : francisco romero x (fem!)reader ˗ˏˋ ꒰ prompts used : ⤿ mentioned above in request!

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A silly grin quivered at the corner of your lips. Your hand was placed on the back of Fran’s head, having your fingers interwined between his dark blonde curls.

Fluttering your eyes shut, your lips softly pressed against his own thin, rosy ones; tilting your head gently to deepen the kiss. Sitting on his lap and exchanging small, sweet kisses was your favourite activity to do with your boyfriend — you could spend an entire day like this, and none of you would grow bored. In between the kiss, you could feel his own lips turning into a smile.

Humming, you reluctanctly pulled apart, feeling him breaking away the kiss for a brief moment — but his lips still grasped against yours tenderly. His light green eyes moved to stare up at you admiringly, noticing how his smile grew wider at the sight of you. He was absolutely dumbfounded at how pretty you were, in every sense. It wasn’t unusual to catch him admiring you like a fool in love, which made you feel flattered — and a bit shy sometimes, even.

“I don’t recall asking you to stop.” you retorted teasingly, moving your fingers to play with his hair lovingly. “Keep kissing me.” a soft scoff spurred from him, becoming flustered at your playful remarks. “Sorry,” Fran replied meekly, still stupidly smiling to himself. One of his hands cupped your cheek, as his other free hand was placed in your waist while his lips were pressed against the corner of your lips, placing several small pecks. “I can’t help it. I have to admire just how lucky I am.”

Closing your eyes once again, you sighed out of satisfaction at the way your boyfriend showered you in love, filling your face with loving, and delicately small kisses. Grinning widely — as the fluster in your cheeks spread across your face — you moved your face to meet his lips again, firmly cupping his cheeks with your hands One of his hands went to the back of your head, pressing you against his lips, ravenously kissing you.

In between the chaste, affectionate kisses and smooches you continously pressed against each other’s lips, occasionally humming in delight against your mouths, you smiled in a giddy manner. The corner of your lips grew leisurely with each smooch that was given and received; both of you feeling content of having one another in this manner. In a way, it felt comforting - the rest of the world didn’t exist, it was just the two of you, and the faint sound of your kisses.

Eventually, both of you softly pulled apart from one another, faintly panting, trying to catch some air after the makeout session you had. Feebly, he pressed his forehead against your own, keeping his hand in the back of your head so you would remain as close to him as possible, while his other hand moved to your arm - caressing your skin with the tips of his fingers. The amount of pride he felt at the thought of having you with him just like this overwhelmed him; he couldn’t be any more satisfied.

Pressing a final smooch on the tip of your nose, making you squirm and giggle very lightly, he whispered. “If only you knew the effect you have on me.”

[madame-fear]

𐙚 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

ೀ amira speaks.ᐟ : there will never be enough holy water to cleanse myself after writing this. anyways,, see any grammar/spelling mistake? shhh no you didn’t... ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : you don’t mind showing your obsessed, admiring neighbour how little you care if he stalks you— quite the contrary, you adore the idea of being stalked by him. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 2.7k

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : smut, dark fic (I guess?). ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Francisco Romero x (fem!)Reader

WARNING.ᐟ THIS FIC CONTAINS ; him being obsessed with you, mentions of stalking, you knowing you’re being stalked and not caring, mentions of masturbation, cunnilingus, orgasm denial (maybe), begging, neckbiting, reader’s a virgin, P in V, unprotected sex, profanity, praising, very slight degradation, a little bit of choking, creampie. don’t read if you don’t like these topics, MDNI.

He knew at which hours you left, and came back to your home.

He knew your full name, your birthday, the name of your parents, your pets, your relatives, your friends— even your acquaintances, and coworkers.

He knew each one of your social media; your likings, dislikings, and favourite things.

He knew who came in, and left your home. He knew each of the people you hung around with.

Francisco knew down to every little detail that there was to know about you, never missing a thing. Your biggest fan— or, better said, your biggest stalker. He totally didn’t have pictures from your social media all scattered across his photo gallery... Or did he?

A very pretty girl, you were. And endearingly charming, too. One of your brief smiles when you walked past him was enough to lighten any of his worst days. Not a single day passed without him peeping through his window or going out of his home to catch a glimpse of you; you were the only thing his mind was filled with.

It wasn’t strange for you to bump into him everyday, or see him near you. You didn’t dislike your small meetings and chit-chats at all, you had to admit. The blonde haired Argentine was extremely sweet and loving with you, always managing to make you smile with his remarks or silly little jokes.

Ever since you had met him as your neighbour, you found yourself attracted to him— flustering yourself at the thought of how his green eyes fixed themselves on you attentively whenever you walked past each other, or talked. Despite always seeing each other, none of you had ever invited one another to your homes, even if you wanted to... Or at least, yet.

The window to your bedroom was right in front of his own, giving him the perfect sight to observe whenever you were in your room. You always spotted him sitting by his bedroom window, either listening to music on his earphones, or immersed into his own little world; occasionally having his cat sitting by his side, and playing with the fluffy haired feline.

Truth was, his green eyes knew exactly how to stare at you discreetly while you were changing your clothings right in front of your window. You leisurely removed your clothes layer by layer, until your full skin was exposed— having the beautifully given opportunity to see your tits, having the urge of groping them with his hands, and taking them into his mouth.

And you knew he stared at you while you were naked. Each day, especially late at night, you could feel his eyes fervently staring at you through his window while you took your clothes off right before going to sleep. You enjoyed giving him a full teasing show, allowing him to see every inch of your exposed flesh. Playing dumb was certainly a little fun game, and you took all the time in the world until you put on your other clothing.

That’s when, every single night, his hand roughly stroked his aching cock at the thought of your breasts and sweetly exposed flesh, craving to feel your moist inner walls tightening around him, along with the sound of you moaning his name weakly; milking him until every drop of his seed oozed out of you— wondering how it must feel. It surely was as delightful as he imagined, but unfortunately his hand never fully managed to satisfy him, like you would.

You pretended not to know just how obsessed Fran was with you, especially when something personal you had never told him yourself accidentally escaped from his lips. But, even so, with all the playing dumb & pretending, he knew you appreciated the sickening attention he gave to you. It was enlightening to his soul, in way.

Though, the only thing that wasn’t very enlightening to him was when you brought a man to your home, who’s a close male friend of yours and nothing ever happened— but still, those moments made him want to fuck your brains out fervidly, reminding you who you should truly be with with every thrust. You were destined to be with each other.

The only one who felt all this adoration and devotion towards you was him, and him only. Fran would make you see that soon enough.

Surprisingly enough, reluctance always stepped in the way whenever Fran had the impulse of inviting you over to his house, knowing how you discreetly teased him and knew about his obsession over you even if you never mentioned it. Instead, you were the one to take the initiative, and invited him over to your place.

It was a pleasant surprise for him, and it was an abrupt decision you never regretted taking.

Soft grunts continously spurred from your lips, as your chest rose and fell from panting. It was one of the few sounds that managed to echo around your room. Your body trembled from pleasure, feeling small beneath his own tall body, who easily towered you.

Slick oozed from your aching cunt, his tongue capturing your sweet essence ravenously, teasing your entrance with it. “Look at you,” Fran muttered, feeling his hot breath against your sensitive genitalia. “You’re already moaning and shaking like a whore— like my whore.” your wetness stained his chin, as the Argentine moved to tease your nub. “And we are just getting started. I didn’t know you were this desperate.” all you could do, was desperately use your hand to grip his blonde hair from the back of his head, burying his face against your sex.

A proud smile took over his thin lips. His sickening desire was to have you just like this— whining, moaning, getting wet for him, and calling out his name in soft cries. And you fulfilled his fantasies so easily, you were such a good, obeying girl for him. His mouth took your clit gently, sucking from it, encouraging a crying moan to escape from you.

“You really don’t care if the neighbours hear how much of a shameless slut you are for me, no?” he teased, pulling briefly away. Two of his fingers slipped easily inside of you, getting lubricated with the moistness of your pussy— they began pumping in and out of you slowly. You wanted to protest against his teasing, but no coherent phrase could be formed.

His tongue continued to abuse your slit, and most importantly, your throbbing clit. With the way your inner walls tightened around his fingers, increasing the speed in which they thrusted against you, it anticipated that you were about to cum at any moment— and the sound of your moans became leisurely louder. “You are so beautifully tight, mi amor. Did you remain a virgin for me?” you groaned, moving your hips against his fingers. “I will make the loss of your virginity worth it.”

To make things better, you were a virgin just yet, and he would be your first time. The mere thought of it was thrilling, and if anything, it helped to get him even harder than he already was while eating you out. But, despite his own fervent desperation, Fran preferred to mess around with you a little bit more.

A gasp escaped from you. Both his fingers were removed from your inside, leaving an empty, aching space as you were inches away from cumming. His own mouth pulled away from your pussy, and your eyes opened weakly, slightly to look at him with a pleading expression. “Don’t look at me like that, nena.”

As his hand went to caress your leg, moving his fingertips across your skin, his lips placed small kisses across your inner thigh. “I’m quite enjoying you, and I wouldn’t want this to end so soon.” with a frustrated huff, you weakly nodded in agreement, having the need of orgasming for once. You were agitated, and it was obvious— quite a prideful sight, knowing you were in that state because of him.

Delicately, he crawled closer to you. Your body rested on your bed, observing his movements attentively. Being on top of you, you unconsciously placed your legs on top of his back, allowing him to get closer to you. One of his hands went to your cheek, stroking the zone with his thumb. “You must be so desperate, that you don’t even mind me denying your orgasm.” you swallowed sharply, feeling his — still clothed — hard member pressing against your wet, throbbing sex.

Needily, you tried to desperately move your hips against his erection, managing to grind against it, seeking some relief to the aching feeling. It was quite amusing to see how desperate you were to feel his cock. It made Fran scoff briefly, brushing his thumb across your lower lip.

“Look at you, all desperate for my cock.” sweetly, his lips were placed on your forehead, pressing a small kiss. “You’ll have to beg for it, like the good little slut you are for me.” gods, the pleading look you carried beneath him was terribly precious— he could get used to the sight, he knew exactly how to painfully, and dreadfully tease you. His hips softly kept moving frontwards, pressing his clothed erection against your dripping cunt.

“Please,” you whispered, as his lips placed light kisses all over your face. “Please what, amor?” Fran retorted, whispering back, as his lips lowered to your jawline. The friction between his hard cock under his clothing and your exposed pussy was almost painful, you cussed him out mentally— you couldn’t think coherently, much less speak properly. “Please, just fuck me.” you muttered, “I need your cock inside of me, please.”

That was all what he needed to hear. Just to have you beneath him, begging for his cock, whimpering for him drove him absolutely feral. And since you were being obedient, you deserved to get treated. “What a good, sweet girl.” he praised, pressing one last smooch on the corner of your lip with adoration. “Doing everything I tell you to do. You deserve to get what you want, cariño.” and a sigh of relief was heard coming from you. The blonde Argentine was sickeningly charming with his words and manners.

Swiftly, Fran slightly moved away from you, using both hands to lower his pants, and underwear simultaneously. His hand visibly shook from all the impulse he had of fucking you right there, but the moment would be better spent with all the teasing and the denial of your orgasms— just like he had always imagined. Your eyes couldn’t help but meekly stare at his thick, erected cock the second he exposed it, feeling your wetness intensify in anticipation.

His body gently laid on top of yours, cupping one of your cheeks as his rosy lips gave your own a fervent kiss. “You have no idea, just how much I have been fantasising about this moment.” you grunted softly against his lips, feeling him pull slightly apart, enough for your lips to remain grasping against one another. His arms grabbed your legs, helping them to get placed on top of his back once again, aligning his cock with your moist entrance. “And now, I will enjoy every bit of you to the fullest, amor.”

As his lips moved towards your neck, placing small smooches on your most sensitive zones, your legs on top of his back locked together, bringing him closer to you. His teeth began nibbling on a particular neck spot that made you sweetly squirm beneath him. You grunted, as you felt his hard cock gently entering your tight, moist pussy, stretching you slowly. The initial stinging pain had rapidly washed away with how wet you were, lubricating him easily.

Perhaps Fran was obsessed with you to the point he could desperately fuck you no matter what— but the same obsession he had, came with an endless sense of adoration, along with the need to take care of you as if you were made of glass; a fragile little thing. Knowing you were a virgin, his thrusting began slowly, trying to reach as deep as possible inside of you.

His teeth sunk lower into your flesh, it would surely leave a notorious mark in there, enough for him to feel as if you were officially his own. One of your hands went to the back of his head, interwining your tremble fingers in between his blonde, curly strands of hair.

The moans that escaped from you increased it’s sound, being mixed with several pants, and his name muttered under your breath. What a pretty sound to hear, having all of that breathed out against his ear— it sounded far better than in his dreams and fantasies. Along with the sounds of your whimpered moans and his own grunts, accompanied the fleshy sound of his cock increasing the thrusting pace in and out of your cunt, which grew wetter by the minute.

Both his arms were wrapped firmly around your body, holding you tightly closer against him. His kisses became sloppier, as well as the bites he left on each different zone of your neck. The feeling of his cock continously moving in a fast, rough way in-and-out of your needy insides was fulfilling, in a way.

That empty spot you felt was satisfied by his erected shaft, feeling as relieving as you always imagined it to be. Keeping the perfect balance between rough, and gentle. Fran fucked you, just the way you always wanted him to fuck you. After all, the idea of inviting him over was not as bad as you were afraid it would be.

“You’re mine,” those words escaped from him between ragged breaths, against your neck. “You’re all mine only— no one else’s.” with each word he managed to stutter, his thrusts became more intense. Your fingernails dug deeply onto his back, as well as the other hand gripped his hair tighter. His shaft slipped easily and deeply inside of you, abusing your aching hole, feeling how your inner walls milked him so deliciously.

Weakly, you managed to press a few smooches on his lips, getting those pecks immediatly reciprocated by him. “No one can, or will ever love you like I do.” the sound of your skins hitting against one another intensified, as cries escaped from your partly opened lips. A knot formed on your stomach, allowing him to penetrate you harder, and faster.

His hand was wrapped around your neck, tightening his grip on you. It felt good, in a way, as the strength he used wasn’t to actually asphyxiate you, but rather it was more in a possesive way. The way the Argentine grabbed your neck was simply to hold you still, as his lips immediatly took your own for a kiss. You couldn’t help but moan against his lips, having him doing the same thing, continously groaning as your inner walls tightened around his pulsating shaft.

The knot that formed on your stomach was inmediatly released, feeling a bit mentally foggy from the pleasure you felt. Simultaneously, his grip on your neck tightened for a brief moment, staying deeply still inside of you as his own cum was released against your inner walls. A warm sensation filled your insides almost immediatly, as well as relief for having been able to cum at the same time, while you could feel his warm fluids beginning to ooze out of your cunt, staining your inner thighs.

His trembling hand slowly, and softly left your neck, going to cup your cheek instead. His panting delicately hit your skin, as a small kiss was placed in the corner of your lips. You meekly smiled at it, using both your arms to try and hug him tightly. The entirety of your body felt vulnerable, continously shaking after all the received pleasure and your orgasm.

A proud grin overtook his rosy lips. Now, it felt as if you were officially his. And, Gods, the idea of having you filled with his cum, and you letting yourself be cummed inside, was more than satisfying.

“You’re such a good girl.” he praised, as several kisses were plastered all across your face. “But don’t think I’m done with you for tonight, nena.”

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@luceracastro @castawaycherry and also, tagging @creative-heart just in case! ♡

[madame-fear]

𐙚 𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑.

ೀ amira speaks! : based on a dream I had ♡ hope this isn’t too cringy, because I just cringed at myself the entire time I was writing this HAJDJS ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : when your cousin leaves you her baby to take care of for a few days, your admiring husband can’t help but think how it would be if you had a baby of your own. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 1.3k

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : fluff, veeery slight suggestiveness at the end, but nothing too serious. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : (husband!)Francisco Romero x (wife!)Reader

“Aaaand this, is her favourite toy.”

Taking out a small, seemingly smiling teddy bear from her purse, your cousin playfully moved it in front of the babbling babygirl you currently held in your arms, before actually giving the plushie to the few months old baby. Your cousin is to be out of the country for a few days due to work, and both you and your husband Fran agreed that you would take care of her baby without a problem while she was away.

A smile creeped upon your lips, looking down at the girl tightly embracing the teddy bear. On the other hand, your husband stood by your side, caressing the baby’s soft little head tenderly. He wouldn’t say it, but it was already endearing to see you so keen in taking care of a baby. “Great, anything else we should keep in mind?” you inquired meekly.

The little to no experience you had with children and small babies in general brought a wave of anxiety to you, but you tried pushing those feelings away. Your cousin shook her head in response, she already seemed on quite a hurry. “That would be all for now. Just remember to give her tons of kisses and hugs for me while I’m away, yes?”

In response, a giggle spurred from your lips. Your cousin quickly wrapped a single arm around your body, giving you a brief yet grateful hug, which you immediatly returned before she pulled apart. “Bye, now. Remember you can send me a message for whatever you need.” you hummed at her, nodding eagerly.

“Bye, my little love! Mummy will be back home soon!” a last kiss was placed on the child’s forehead, making her giggle, before you finally waved goodbye to your cousin and wished her luck on her short work trip, and your husband closed the door behind of you.

As the main door to your apartment was closed, your gaze immediatly moved down to look at the babygirl you carried in your arms. Mindlessly walking towards the couch to sit, a wide grin quivered on your lips. The mere sight of such lovely baby smiling up at you and sticking out her little arms to you made your heart melt. Fran placed his hand on your back, caressing you softly, quietly staring as you interacted with the little babbling baby.

“I think the little babygirl already loves you, doesn’t she, mi vida?” gently, you sat down onto the couch, having him doing the same as he sat by your side. The tip of your index figer moved to playfully stroke her cheek, before she grabbed your finger with her small arm, offering you a near toothless smile. “You think so?” you answered, scoffing softly, as his arm was wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Your head rested on his shoulder, while your hand took the teddy bear from her arms, and used it to play a little bit with her. Fran placed a loving smooch on top of your head, before going back to admiring the way you very naturally played with the babygirl. His fingers went to softly caress the baby’s head with gentleness, smiling to himself.

“Of course I do! Look at how she’s smiling and throwing her little hands at you.” it was a sight that made his heart skip a beat. The single thought of you taking care of a child made him even more enamoured of you, if that was any more possible. “It seems as if you already know how to take care of a baby, and you always said otherwise.”

It was true. Often times you mentioned you were quite insecure of how your parenting skills would be, or that you didn’t know how you would care for a child properly— but the idea seemed less frightening now that, at least, you had the opportunity to care for one for a few days. It felt like the right dose of baby fever for both of you. You felt his lips being placed on your skin, smooching your cheek lovingly.

Gods, Fran had heart eyes for you.

Ever since you began dating, the Argentine fancied the idea of you carrying his child. Just how much of a sweet, loving mother you’d be— your baby would be just as precious as you were. The scenarios he made up every night about starting a family with you were heartwarming, a cause for him to weakly melt in love.

Perhaps it was too early back then, but not anymore. Everytime your husband tried bringing the topic into place, nervousness overwhelmed him— but now, seemed like the right moment to talk about it.

“I think you’d make an excellent mother, my love.” looking up at him, a faint rosy haze occupied your face at the thought of it. Just the sight of you playing with and cooing at a baby was endearing. Sheepishly, you were about to protest against his statement, but he knew you better. “And you can’t say no, don’t deny it. You would be a good mother.” his arm around your waist pulled you closer to him, focusing your attention on him now, as the little girl was distracted with the teddy bear.

You scoffed in response, briefly gazing down at the babe, before going back to stare at him. The insecurity of your parenting skills lingered inside you, but you couldn’t deny, that you quite fancied the idea of parenting a child along him— especially since, lately, your thoughts had been constantly wrapped around the idea of officially forming a family together. “I don’t know if I would be a good mother, I hope so, but you would be a very good and loving father for sure.” how sweet it was to see a crimson hue rising on his pale face at your comment.

Before an answer could escape from his lips, you continued. “You know, I’ve lately been thinking a lot about it...” you drifted off, moving your gaze to the little girl, the tip of your index finger caressed her soft, tiny hand. “About how it would be for us to be parents, I mean.” there, you stared up at him again, feeling his green eyes attentively look at you.

You noticed the way his lips fought back a wide smile from forming, his hand leisurely caressing your back lovingly. “I know,” he replied meekly. “I think about it all the time, I just don’t know how, and when, to bring up the subject.” grinning at him, your head was placed on his shoulder. Relief washed over him at the thought of you also thinking of having a child with him, knowing the feelings were reciprocated.

“Well, I think now it’s the appropiate time to talk about it, no?” you began, “I find myself quite fancying the idea of carrying your children, lately.” you teased lightly, noticing the rosy flush growing on his cheeks. He chuckled, before pressing his lips on top of your head adoringly to give you a small smooch.

“And I quite like the idea of you carrying my children, too.”

You were right— the right time to properly discuss it and plan on bringing a child of your own into the world was now. Keeping his eagerness to himself was a difficult task for Fran, the Argentine seemed almost like a happy puppy when you mentioned that you wanted to have children with him as well. The blonde haired leaned closer to you, placing a peck on your lips.

“Why don’t we talk about it more properly when we get to be alone together again?” you hummed in response as he whispered, dumbfoundedly smiling at him, exchanging a knowing look as you understood what he meant. The moment felt right, and it felt overwhelmingly satisfying— you could thrive in excitement.

You could only imagine just how precious it would be to see him with your child on his arms, helping you to take care of the baby. You nodded in agreement in response at his remark.

“Hmm, it seems about right. I can’t wait to be alone with you, my love.”

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[madame-fear]

𐙚 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒.

part one | part two.

ೀ amira speaks! : pretty much self-indulgent. kinda based on the song “shameless” by camila cabello. for some reason,, i adore the idea of older brother!Matías being your emotional support coach AHSHDJK ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : jealousy can terribly fog your clarity, becoming oblivious to the way your best friend — who also happens to be your crush — feels about you. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 2.3k.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : friends to lovers, fluff, a bit of oblivious mutual pining. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Francisco Romero x Recalt!Reader. ( this part is mostly about Matías encouraging you to talk to Fran about your feelings lmao )

If there was one particular thing you were undoubtedly good at, was at gnawing your own mind continously with jealousy.

Jealousy was the worst of your enemies— one you knew well, and dreaded the most. With the sappy feelings that appeared the moment you had a new crush, along came the bitterness jealousy and insecurity. At the slightest situation where you felt as if you were about to lose an opportunity with your new crush, jealousy immediatly took a toll on you.

It didn’t feel easy to deal with it, leading you to avoid every situation that could potentially be overwhelming— but sometimes, it was inevitable to be faced with those situations that piqued the familiar sensation of bitterness.

Gods, now you wondered why you had decided to go to a big party with Fran instead of doing something else together? But it wasn’t like you could be in control of every single situation surrounding both of you, or even control your own emotions, anyways.

You met Fran the very first time you went to visit your older brother, Matías, in the filming set of “La Sociedad de la Nieve”. You had met all of your brother’s cast mates, but the blonde haired Argentine was the one you clicked the most with— his endearing, loving & charismatic personality was captivating, and it didn’t take long until he became your closest best friend... And your crush, too.

Everyone around you noticed the intense crush you had on Fran. Matías particularly always teased you by mentioning that you were quite blatant with your feelings, and while you tried to dismiss his sayings, it was true— it was as if you nearly had heart eyes for the blonde, giggling and smiling to yourself at the slightest glimpse you caught of him.

Your brother insisted that Fran felt the same way towards you, that it was more than obvious he was enamoured with you, but you vehemently denied it. The idea of him reciprocating your feelings seemed impossible, and with each passing day, the thought of it was even more farfetched.

Now, you felt at the brink of losing your shit. The only thing that constantly replayed on your mind was the — practically abrupt — showcase of emotions you had after seeing Fran talking closely and laughing with another girl at a party you both attended, only to then lie about not feeling quite well, and dragging him out of there with you.

Ever since, you couldn’t get the image of him and another girl out of your mind, and you had barely texted him. The rational portion of your mind argued that the interaction between them meant nothing; it was just a friendly, casual conversation. Besides, Fran could befriend and talk with whomever he desired— you shouldn’t even be getting in the way.

But the irrational portion of your mind, which seemed to win a greater part of your thoughts, overwhelmed you with the idea of him fancying someone else, feeling as if the slight opportunity you had to be with him slipped away from your hands.

Faint breeze constantly hit against your features. Quietly, you sat on a chair you placed in the balcony of your apartment, having fixed your gaze on the sky that contained a rich orange tone mixed with a rosy haze. The silence of the moment while you drowned in your own thoughts was suddenly interrupted when you heard your phone ringing on your pocket.

Taking the phone out of your pocket, staring quickly at the screen, you saw your brother calling you. Most of the time you texted each other, only calling or getting called if there was an emergency, or anything urgent at all. “Yes?” you picked up the call, awaiting him to speak— you supposed something must’ve happened for him to call you out of nowhere.

Brief silence loomed from the other side of the line.

“Code Blondie,” for some reason, you could almost hear him smiling while speaking. Code Blondie was the code you both agreed you’d use to start a conversation about Fran, or refer to him discreetly in public. It was a silly little thing you had always done with your brother, as he was the one you gushed about your crushes with, and the one you vented to about your heartbreaks.

Inhaling deeply,, you then released a loud sigh. The bitter, almost poisonous feeling of your own thoughts dreadfully consumming you had returned, after fading away for several seconds. The mere mention of anything related to him bought you back to how you had been feelings the previous days, and at the current moment. You furrowed your eyebrows, and before you could even respond, he continued.

“Somebody’s been asking for you,” Matías was definitely smiling to himself while talking from the other side of the line. “Your boyfriend seemed almost desperate. He said he was concerned about you.” you placed your arm on the armholder of the chair, using your fist to hold your face.

You thought you had been behaving as normal as you could with Fran, because for some reason, you could barely be with, or talk to him without remembering what you saw, or even getting your toxic feelings hauntingly coming back to you. You weren’t mad at Fran, were you? You didn’t even know why you would be mad at him... You should be mad at yourself for acting this way. One thing you knew, was that you felt confused about everything.

“What... What do you mean, concerned about me?” you inquired, remaining with your eyebrows furrowed. “Matías, what did he tell you?” a scoff was heard coming from your brother. You felt that awaiting for his response was an eternity— the moment itself felt like an eternity.

While you were still troubled yourself at the hands of your own bitter jealousy, you did feel worried about having accidentally made Fran feel bad without him even knowing what he did for you to react this way. Perhaps you hadn’t been so discreet, after all.

“Fran told me, he was afraid you might be angry at him and asked how you had been doing... For some reason?” instead of having been debating to yourself whether or not to tell your brother about this, you should’ve done it straight away, and you would surely have avoided yourself a great deal of this upcoming conversation. You always told Matías literally everything, but you hadn’t told him about this moment.

“Now I need to know, what the fuck happened between the two of you? I didn’t even know what to answer him!” he asked in a teasing manner, “You didn’t tell me about this one, sis.” no, you hadn’t. All you could do, was pinch the bridge of your nose as you closed your eyes. Sooner or later, you would have to get your shit together and toss your own emotions through the window as well.

You wouldn’t have expected Fran to ask your brother about you, and to think you were angry at him. If anything, you were only angry at yourself for acting in such a childish way. Not only you dragged him out of that party with the excuse that you weren’t feeling well, but also fell practically silent the entire ride back to your home, and dismissed any help he offered. Fuck— jealousy ruined you.

“No, I didn’t. I’ve been gnawing my own mind with stupid little thoughts and forgot to tell you.” you replied honestly, rubbing your face out of frustration, before allowing the weight of your head to fall against your palm. “Oh God, this situation is so stupid— but remember the other day, that I told you that I was going out with him to a party?” Matías hummed in response, allowing you to continue.

“Well... To summarise it, I lost him amidst the crowd at one moment, and when I found him, he was talking closely and laughing with another girl...” your words drifted off for a second, “I got jealous, so I told him that I wanted to go home because I wasn’t feeling well and dragged him away with me,” now that you told Mati about the situation, you felt slightly embarrassed about your abrupt display of emotions over something so small and silly.

“I kind of fell silent the entire ride back home, and... barely spoke to him ever since, because I can’t help but constantly think about him being with another girl.” as soon as you finished explaining, you nibbled your lower lip anxiously. No matter how silly the situation was, you found comfort everytime you remembered that your brother was sort of your emotional support coach.

Matías scoffed after you finished talking. Gods, you were oblivious.

“Sos re boluda mal, vos.” you were used to having Matías call you like that playfully. You teasingly called him “boludo” and “pelotudo”, and instead, he called you the same way. In response, you rolled your eyes. “Seriously, how oblivious can you be about it?” his tone seemed a bit more serious, making you attentively listen to him, curiously.

“Can’t you see how enamoured he is for you? Woman, he stares at you with heart eyes— and you got jealous because he spoke with another girl for a short while?” you shook your head, muttering a soft “no” under your breath. Perhaps Matías was trying to make you feel less bad, but the idea of Fran reciprocating your feelings didn’t fit in your head— you were in a vehement denial.

“Mati, no. I don’t think Fran sees me that way—” before you could continue objecting against his statements, Matías interrupted you. “My God, you are blind. EVERYONE from the set knows, and can see, that he looks like a little schoolgirl in love whenever you’re around.” you fell silent, as a rosy haze spread across your cheeks. “We tease him all the time about you. Somehow, Fran manages to bring you up in every possible conversation topic we have with him.”

The only thing you could do, was remain silent as he spoke. Matías never lied to you about a single thing— and you doubted he would be lying to you about this particular situation, which was something you knew you were wholeheartedly serious about. Besides, he knew what he was talking about. Hearing him talk about this felt enlightening, in a way— the mental fog blinding your clarity fading away.

“Ask any of the other boys about this, and they will tell you the exact same thing I’m telling you now.” he continued, “The man smiles to himself and becomes flustered at the slightest mention about you, or glimpse of you!” it truly was unbelievable how oblivious you were to the situation.

“Besides, can’t you see how painfully clingy Fran is witu you? I once teased him by telling him that I would kick his ass if he tried anything funny with you. He’s an idiot who won’t stop talking about you, and fixes his stare on you whenever you’re near.” Matías scoffed, making you helplessly smile to yourself.

“You nearly had him crawling on his hands and knees, all afraid of having made you upset— and you are beating yourself wondering if he feels the same?” maybe your brother was right. Your brain had a thing to make obvious things escape from you. A sigh of relief spurred from your lips, feeling a burden on your back immediatly disappear. “I think you might be right, Mati. But what do I even do now?”

“Of course I’m right. I always am.” a cocky piece of shit, he was— but a good emotional coach, and brother, for sure. “What you’re going to do now, is you are going to hang up on me, and you will send Fran a message immediatly telling him you want to see him.” you sighed, shaking your head. How would you do that? It felt terribly awkward to send him a message out of nowhere, telling him you wanted to see him.

“And say what, exactly? “Sorry for being distant, I felt jealous because you slightly paid attention to another girl that wasn’t me?””

“Yes.”

“No! Matías, I can’t do that—”

“Shut up, yes you can. Say it just like that, or find a polite way of doing it, whatever.” you wished you could be as shameless as your brother was. “Don’t fret too much, Fran will probably find it endearing.” before being able to protest about anything, he continued to speak. “Anyways, I already told him to send you a message because you were free today and wanted to meet with him, so he surely beat you to it already.”

“You fucking did what?!—”

“Yeah, I did. Bye, good luck, and let me know how it goes!” the phone clicked. He hung up before you could threaten to strangle him.

As a soft click sound was heard from the phone line, you took your device off your ear. You adored your brother to no end, he always knew how to motivate you to do things you were afraid of doing— but this time, you felt as if you had been pushed right into confronting Fran about your feelings.

The phone vibrated on your hand. You had new text messages.

Unlocking your phone, you scrolled downwards on the screen to check all the notifications you had. And just like Matías had predicted, you had three new messages from Fran. The pounding of your heartbeat increased abruptly, almost as if you could spit your heart right out from your mouth.

Frani 🧚‍♂️💗: gooordiiiis Frani 🧚‍♂️💗: are you free right now? Frani 🧚‍♂️💗: Mati said you were, and I would like to spend some time with you 💘

Fuck. If you could teletransport to where youe brother was, you would repeatedly, and very violently, hit him in the face with at least a pillow for pushing you into this situation. You couldn’t avoid the blonde haired Argentine for ever, and why were you avoiding him for something related to your own feelings, anyways?

But, considering all the things your brother had just told you, and him being the person you trusted the most— perhaps, this was your opportunity to free yourself from all the things picking on your mind. And hopefully, they would go as planned.

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[madame-fear]

sending kuku dirty texts in a room full of the rest of LSDLN cast 😶‍🌫️

𐙚 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘, 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘.

ೀ amira speaks! : two fics in one day?? zoo wee mama! anyways,, (n/n) means ((your) (nickname),, enjoy this my baby! 😘 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : request above. ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 503.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : suggestiveness, mentions of smut, drabble. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Esteban Kukuriczka x (fem!)Reader, Matías slightly appearing.

(n/n) 💗 is typing. . .

The Argentine man’s coffee-coloured eyes stared down at his phone attentively, awaiting for your message. Despite his insisting, you preferred to stay at home, rather than go to the small getaway the boys of the cast organised— and your boyfriend respected your decision.

But you still managed to get your fun, somehow.

(n/n) 💗: Kukuuuu (n/n) 💗: Tebiiiii (n/n) 💗: Miss me, darling? Because I do. (n/n) 💗: I wish you were here with me, I feel horny as fuck for you, you have no idea

A warm fluster occupied his face, his pale, freckled skin turning into a crimson haze. Gods, you were such a teasing girl. It was hard for him to ignore such bold texting.

It didn’t matter what the other boys were talking and laughing about, all the background noise faded away, as his eyes were glued to the screen of his phone.

(n/n) 💗: I don’t know where the fuck are you, (n/n) 💗: but if you are sitting on a chair and have a table in front of you, (n/n) 💗: Don’t doubt for a second that I would be fisting your cock under the table (n/n) 💗: and you’d have to keep quiet (n/n) 💗: Unless you want someone to find us, right? 🥰

Fuck. You knew exactly what to do, and say, to get to him. Had you stayed at home just to tease him like this? Maybe you did.

It was a bit of an impossible task to keep himself, pretending he was simply on his phone. It was already a dreadful pain to fight back his growing erection from appearing, not when you sending messages like that.

“Demanding girlfriend, eh?” Matias’ voiced surprised him, making him rapidly stare away from the phone, right when Kukuriczka was about to reply back to you. Was it too obvious? Perhaps it was because his phone was constantly chimming, and his eyes wouldn’t leave the screen. The younger Argentine scoffed.

“Don’t answer that. I can tell.” he retorted teasingly without allowing Kuku to answer, before leaving once again to be with the rest of the cast. It was too obvious, and who wouldn’t be in that state in his place?

(n/n) 💗: Wouldn’t it be fun if I were there, (n/n) 💗: And I took you to somewhere more private with an excuse... (n/n) 💗: And I sucked your cock until I milked every last drop, having me drooling and gagging? (n/n) 💗: in exchange, you could fuck my wet, aching pussy. ♥️

That’s it. He wouldn’t stay any longer on the little organised getaway by the cast. Kukuriczka could come up with an excuse, after all. Not being able to bury his cock deep inside your dripping pussy was painful enough, already.

Kuku 💍 is typing. . .

But after all your messages, you wouldn’t so easily get away from this. He’d make it clear, the horny feelings are always mutual.

Kuku 💍: I’m going back home. And you are keeping your promises, nena.

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[madame-fear]

꒰ 𝐊𝐔𝐊𝐔 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 | 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒. ꒱

˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : how would Kuku celebrate your birthday with you? ♡

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : just fluff. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Esteban Kukuriczka x (fem!)Reader

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐It’s your birthday! And your boyfriend is probably more excited than you are to celebrate it, because it’s yet another year of celebrating the fact that on a day like this, the world has been blessed with your presence.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐I have the feeling that he’s probably been organising it probably a month or two before your actual birthday. He prefers to have everything prepared beforehand, so it’s as perfect as possible.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐Expect to be woken up with breakfast on bed, and tons of kisses— and of course, a softly muttered ‘happy birthday, my love’ in between kisses. At one point, Kuku will put the breakfast aside (like on a nightstand table) just to attack you with a tight embrace and more kisses.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐Don’t be surprised if you receive warm birthday messages from his cast friends. He basically told everyone about your special day, and expects you to be as pampered and cherished as much as possible.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 And, since we are talking about you being pampered— I can imagine you’d get showered in gifts. From roses, to plushies, books, maybe even a bracelet or necklace with both your and his initials on it; literally you would be gifted tons of things from his part.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐^ And if you receive something that you saw, liked, and wanted while being somewhere together and didn’t tell him; don’t be surprised either if he gifts that to you. I have the feeling he’s a very observant person, especially around you, his sweet love.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐He’s organised an entire day just for the two of you to do your favourite things together, or maybe just something special to celebrate your birthday.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 You would hang out together around somewhere you like— literally wherever you wish, or whichever place you enjoy being around the most. He’s taking you to anywhere you tell him to go.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Or if you prefer to stay at home, that wouldn’t be a problem at all. Kuku would just organise something fun & special to do at home, filling you with all the cuddles and kisses you very well deserve. ♡

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Makes an Instagram story wishing you a happy birthday, telling you just how much he adores you eternally, and loves only you— nobody else, but you. Maybe, just maybe it’s a bit of very long message, but it’s an extremely endearing one.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 He would most definitely cook your favourite food for your birthday, and would also get you your favourite treats & cake! (if you want a birthday cake, ofc)

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐You would probably watch movies together and spend some good, loving quality time together. The entire day would be filled with kisses, hugs, cuddles, constant praising, him pampering you endlessly, and sweet birthday wishes. Kuku would adore to spoil you every single day, but you’d be particularly showered in affection for your special day. ♡

◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ ` HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DARLING LOVE @luceracastro.ᐟ Today is the day we all cherish your lovely existence— you are filled with pure positivity, love, care, and are also one of the most understanding persons I ever had the fortune to meet. I can never stress enough how proud & grateful I am to be your mutual, thank you for sm everything you do and give !! 🥺 May all your days be filled with love, joy, and prosperity ♡ Have a marvellous day, mi amor! 🥳🥂💕

[madame-fear]

even after your break-up, you and esteban are still each other’s emergency contact… which becomes apparent when you end up in the hospital.

𐙚 𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌.

ೀ amira speaks.ᐟ : okay so for this one I made them have a platonic, sweet relationship which I HOPE IT’S WHAT YOU EXPECTED AND I ALSO HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS BELLE MY SUNSHINE MY LOVE MWAHHH 💐💋 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : request above. ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 712.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : fluff, exes to friends(?), drabble. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : ex!Esteban Kukuriczka x (fem!)Reader

The bright lights in the hospital room caused you to weakly furrow your eyebrows, struggling to open your eyes as you gained consciousness leisurely.

While you managed to open your eyes slowly, adjusting your vision to your surroundings, a dull pain began taking the entirety of your body overwhelmingly— making a soft grunt spur from your lips.

The last thing you remembered, was that you had been on the road, and you could remember that at one moment you began panicking while driving, but didn’t remember exactly why, or what happened; much less you remembered what happened afterwards, and the reason for you to end up in a hospital bed. If anything, you could barely think without feeling physically exhausted, and with your whole body sharply aching.

“You’re finally awake.” you heard a soft familiar male voice coming from your right side. Tilting your head to your side weakly, a little smile began growing at the corner of your lips the moment you spotted Kuku sitting on a chair, by your side. One of his warm hands held your own rather firmly, and his other hand was placed on top of your head, using his thumb to caress you lovingly.

Despite the break-up you went through with him a few months ago, you both remained in the best terms possible. You couldn’t deny Kuku was one of the best relationships you ever had, as you were his— to which, you decided to stay as close friends, and maintain a good bond together. You suspected that the reason of why Esteban was at the hospital by your side was because in your phone, his number stayed as your emergency contact.

“You’re here.” you mumbled weakly, offering him a little smile. His hand kept caressing your head, with his coffee-coloured eyes fixed on your features. Gods, he still adored you very dearly. It didn’t matter if you had broken up several months ago, you still managed to be the one and only girl he was more fond of than anything else.

“Of course I’m here,” Kuku said, “The hospital said you had a car accident and I was your emergency contact. I immediatly came rushing to see you.” christ, you could feel your entire body aching the more aware you became to your surroundings. It must have been a pretty bad accident, you could sense it— but fortunately enough, you were still alive... With the sweetest man to have ever met looking after you. You did well in keeping him as an emergency contact.

The grip Esteban held on your hand tightened gently, as you grinned back at him weakly. “I took a good decision, keeping you as my emergency contact.” you said, “Thank you. for coming” your words made him softly scoff. What did you even have to thank him for? For whatever thing you could possibly need Kuku, he would be there for you in the blink of an eye.

“You shouldn’t even be thanking me, corazón.” he replied, continuing to gently caress the top of your head. “I kept you as my emergency contact too, I don’t think I’ll be changing that.” your grin grew slightly wider, becoming a toothy smile. It was true— just like you had his contact on your phone near enough in case there was any type of emergency at all, he had your own as well. You could consider it a small, very simple display of the genuine trust and affection you still had for one another.

“Now, you should go back to resting.” you had already spent quite some time resting on the hospital bed, but considering how dull your entire body felt, a little bit more would do no harm. “I will get a nurse to check on you, and I will stay by your side as much as possible.” you weakly nodded as a short response.

Leaning closer to you, his lips were placed on your forehead soothingly for several seconds, before allowing you to get back to sleeping for a little while until you felt less vulnerable. It made you feel comfortable enough to know you had him to take care of you, or simply stay by your side— and you wouldn’t change the relationship you had for anything in the world.

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[madame-fear]

when you get a horrible nightmare and calls fran in the middle of the night because you’re hoping he would stay with you on the phone, but he immediately runs to your place so he could comfort you in person 💗

𐙚 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌.

ೀ amira speaks! : my Queen, please I hope you enjoy this and it was what you expected, it was written with a great deal of love and hopefully I do justice to everything you requested,, mwah mwahhh! 🥺💋 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : request above. ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 833.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : fluff, comfort, drabble. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Francisco Romero x (gn!)Reader

“I can’t even close my eyes, without remembering what I saw in my dreams.”

Dream wasn’t the term you should’ve used— it was a nightmare. A nightmare that hauntingly jolted you awake from your sleep, and the fact that you were all by yourself wasn’t helping. You couldn’t even close your eyes without seeing the things that appeared in the nightmare, repeatedly. It made you feel desperate.

Your voice was frail. Weak, almost. And who else could you call at such late hours of the night, if not your best friend, Fran? His gentle voice and sweet personality was the comfort you so urgently sought for. You didn’t doubt a second in reaching out for him, and you were right in calling him in the middle of the night, as Fran had — very sleepily — picked up the phone the very second you started calling for him.

“I– I’m sorry. I don’t want to bother you,” you excused, quietly. Not as if it bothered him, anyways. “But please, please stay on the phone with me. I need you.” and you didn’t have to ask twice for it. Of course he was going to stay on the phone with, and for you. Your pleading voice seeking for the comfort of his presence made him melt.

But why stay on the line, awaiting for you to calm down & fall asleep once again, knowing you were alone, when he could be right there by you side, holding you tightly against his body giving you the proper care you needed?

And that’s what Fran did. You had insisted several times that you didn’t want to cause him too much trouble by going to your home to comfort you, that having him on the phoneline was enough of a relief, but it’s not like it truly mattered to him what you said— it was obvious by the mere sound of your voice that you were in need of comfort, he wasn’t going to let you alone all by yourself in the still of the night.

Fortunately, you didn’t leave too far away from each other— Fran had reached your own home rather quick... Especially because he had rushed himself a bit. And throughout the entire time he was going to your home, he had stayed on the line. You had to admit, you felt relieved when you opened your front door, and saw him standing there, keen in offering you some warmth & comfort.

It was true, his mere presence — whether on the phone or physically — bought you endless peace. Good thing you called him, and he insisted on going to your place.

The blonde haired Argentine didn’t waste anytime, and here you were— snuggled together on your bed. His arms were tightly wrapped around your body, holding you firmly against his chest. One of his hands caressed your back tenderly, and the other hand cupped your cheek, using his thumb to stroke your skin delicately.

A sheepish smile occupied your lips, being embraced by his soothing warmth, and the blankets that he had placed over your body. His lips were placed briefly on top of your head, smooching it. “Thank you for coming,” you muttered with gratitude, now feeling Fran’s being placed on your forehead. “Hope I wasn’t too much trouble for you, calling you late at night?”

In response, he scoffed. “Why would you? I can’t leave you all frightened by yourself, amor.” softly, his fingers moved under your chin, lifting your face to make you stare at him, being given several small kisses on the tip of your nose, and the near zones. “Well, you weren’t going to leave me by myself, you were on the other side of the line.” his hand continued to rub your back, pressing you closer to his body, trying to give you all the comfort he had to offer.

“It’s not the same. I still felt as if I were leaving you alone.” he continued, “I’ll always be here for you, whenever you need it. You don’t even need to ask me twice, gordis.” your grin grew wider at his words, placing your head in the crook of his neck, while his arms remained embracing you. Your heart could melt at the genuine sweetness, and love Fran constantly showered you with.

“Now, I believe you should be getting back to sleep, no?” the back of his index finger caressed your chin once again, moving softly across your skin. Leaning closer, another affectionate kiss was placed, this time on your temple, pressing his lips for several seconds on that spot. “Everything will be alright. After all, I will be here to shoo away your nightmares, amor. I won’t be going anywhere.”

The warmth and comfort provided was enough to make you feel secured, and sleepy once again. Any bad dream could terrify you, yes, but he immediatly knew how to soothe you from the fear. You were quite lucky indeed to have him in your life.

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[madame-fear]

𐙚 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐗.

ೀ amira speaks.ᐟ : this is literally the first smut one-shot I write for this sweet man. hope you all like it aaaa 😭💕 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : your boyfriend knows just how to treat you during your bad period cramps days. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 1.5k

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : smut. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Francisco Romero x (fem!)Reader

WARNING.ᐟ THIS FIC CONTAINS ; title says it all. period sex, fingering, slight breast play, some profanity.

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“Fuck,”

A soft grunt spurred deep from your throat. Both your hands clutched your stomach, feeling a sudden sharp pain burdening you. Trying not to wake your boyfriend, who seemed to be sleeping quite peacefully as you were cuddled up together, you turned around with your back facing him.

Despite all your best efforts, somehow, he managed to slowly wake up from his slumber with the sound of your hushed grunts and curse words, immediatly noticing that you were painfully squirming in the spot. The complaining and the squirming at the same time could only mean one thing— your period.

Gently, Fran scooted closer to you, hugging you from behind delicately as the tip of his nose nuzzled against your neck. “Estás bien, hermosa?” his lips were placed on your shoulder, pressing loving pecks as his hand slipped under your shirt, caressing your stomach. “Not really.” you replied shortly, and frankly. It felt as if someone had kicked you right in the uterus.

“Is it that time of the month, again?” in response, you hummed, desperate to try and make the pain fade away somehow. “I see.” with that simple whispered answer, his hand went further inside your shirt. Teasingly, his hand nearly touched your — now sensitive — breasts, before quickly moving downwards to your stomach, and indiscreetly slipping a few fingers under your pants.

His fingertips felt warm and comforting, Fran knew how much you loved it when he touched you just like that. Especially during this time of the month, you were particularly horny — but all that you could focus on at the time, was the dreadful pain that overwhelmed you on the first day of your period.

As his lips kept kissing your shoulder and neck, smiling slyly to himself, he muttered. “Would you like to know what I read the other day about period cramps and the ways to treat them, nena?”

“Hm? What did you read?”

“I read that orgasms help with period cramps.”

Tsk. You clicked your tongue trying to dismiss him, but all the teasing little kisses and the way he touched you wasn’t helping at all, much less the feeling of his already hardened cock poking your ass. “Don’t try to act like you don’t want me to fuck away the pain, bebé.” his arm pressed you tighter against his body while his lips continued to press small kisses on your sensitive neck, occasionally nibbling your soft spots, and you couldn’t help but rub your arse against his growing erection.

A rosy hue occupied you cheeks. While you did feel aroused, feeling your underwear grow stickier by the minute with a mix of your monthly blood and wetness, you simultaneously felt embarrassed. It would be your first time having period sex, and you didn’t want him to feel grossed out.

His hand softly moved upwards again, cupping your breast as his thumb leisurely brushed across your sensitive, hardened nipple. “Fran,” you called out for him quietly, swallowing thickly, holding back a soft moan from escaping from you at the teasing. “I’m afraid you might feel disgusted by my period.” he softly scoffed from behind of you. His hot breath hitting against your skin as he squeezed your breast made you shiver.

“A little bit of blood doesn’t scare, or disgust me. Much less if it’s your own blood.” he insisted, making you meekly smile as his hand descended towards your lower stomach, slipping his hand under both your shorts, and underwear. “Let me take care of you. You will thank me later for it, amor.”

For a few moments, you hesitated silently. You did want him to fuck you right there and distract you away from the pain, but simultaneously, you weren’t quite sure. “Pleeeeaseee?” hearing his pleading voice once again made you scoff, helplessly smiling. It was hard to say no when your boyfriend put it that way, and had already managed to arouse you easily. “Fine. Please, do fuck my pain away, my love.”

Happily, Fran got closer to your face, and placed a loving smooch on your cheek at your approval. “Thank you, preciosa.” his own content made your smile grow wider, and he didn’t waste a single second as soon as you allowed him to please you. While his body was tightly pressed against you from behind, you managed to move your leg on top of his own, giving him a bit more of access as his hand moved painfully slow to your throbbing cunt.

The second his warm fingertips softly got to your pussy and began caressing it, your breath hitched. Your reaction, and the sensation of your moisture mixed with your period blood on his fingers was enough to please him already. Even better was when you tried to rub yourself against his fingers. “So wet and needy already? It’s cute to see just how aroused I can get you in no time.” he teased in a whisper, as he nuzzled the tip of his nose against your neck.

“Shut up and just fuck me already.” you ordered in between pants, feeling his fingers playing with your sensitive clit for a brief moment, before going down and moving around your aching entrance. God, did he love to play around. “Como digas, bonita.” complying, his fingers immediatly slipped inside of you.

A soft moan immediatly spurred from your lips, while two of his fingers pumped in and out of you. A hushed fleshy sound, along your own panting filled the room. It was true — the pleasure he managed to bring you was more than enough to make you forget about the cramps.

“You feel so sweetly tight, and wet.” despite wanting to maintain gentle movements with his fingers, he couldn’t help himself — with the passing of the seconds, and the louder your grunts became, the faster his fingers thrusted inside you. The feeling of your own blood and slick coating his fingers made it easier for him to fingerfuck you, and stretch your walls. You threw your head back softly, as his teeth nibbled gently on the soft flesh of your neck, proudly smiling to himself.

“I told you, you’d enjoy it. Why make such a fuss of it, eh?” Fran whispered against your ear, feeling his hot pants against your skin. Desperately, you helped him thrust you deeper with his fingers by rolling your hips against them, and simultaneously, trying to rub your ass against his erection. “I could get used to fucking you on your period. It helps with the cramps after all, no?” you groaned in response, with your lips partly open, allowing all sounds to come deep from your throat.

The faster his fingers thrusted in and out of you, occasionally moving them inside to bring you more pleasure, the tighter you felt the knot on your stomach. The sound of your moans increased, as well as his own pants became heavier against your skin. You thanked yourself mentally for having accepted his proposal — it did help for you to forget your own dreadful cramps, and... Helped with your own horniness for him.

Your inner walls pleasantly tightened around his fingers leisurely, meaning you were about to cum at any moment, and he knew. A proud grin grew wider on his rosy lips, you were a moaning, shaking, wet mess all because of two of his fingers — he knew exactly how to get to you like nobody else.

“F–Fuck, I’m about to cum—” you managed to mutter in between your ragged breathing, feeling your own legs desperately shaking as you knew you were about to get to your own release. You looked quite pretty in that state, your boyfriend wasn’t easily going to let you go from it.

Suddenly, you whimpered, with your eyes abruptly opening, and feeling a sudden emptiness. By the time your walls were tightened and you were about to get to your orgasm, his fingers stopped filling your wet, already aching pussy. Confused, you tried to look over your shoulder to stare at him with disappointment, nearly about to beg him to continue.

“Sorry, mi amor.” noticing the disappointment, Fran leaned his face closer to your own, giving you a small smooch on your cheek. “But I’d rather have you all for me a little longer, you look so pretty moaning and whimpering for me.” as his hand remained under your shorts, he used it to gently caress your thigh.

You were desperated for your very much sought release after being overstimulated with his long fingers — but, considering the needy state you were in, you couldn’t help but meekly smile briefly, knowing that you’d have him pleasing you for longer time, maybe in all the different ways you fancied. After all, your boyfriend was there to pamper you, and make you forget your own painful period.

It didn’t take him long to notice the smile you gave him, grinning wider himself. “See? I told you that you were going to thank me for it.” he muttered, using his hand to desperately trying lower down his own shorts.

“I promise, tonight I will give you enough orgasms to help with your cramps.”

[madame-fear]

꒰ 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎 | 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒. ꒱

˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : just some headcanons for how it would be like to date him.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : headcanons, established relationship, fluff. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Francisco Romero x (fem!)Reader

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𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Hugs from behind, lots of them! No matter where, when, or what you’re doing — you’ll always feel his arms being tightly wrapped around your body, and his lips placing soft kisses on your shoulder and neck.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 You’ll be pampered with lots of gifts. I think Fran would be very attentive with the things you like, or mention that you’ll like — immediatly gifting those things to you. Plushies? Jewellery? Flowers? Stickers? Accessories? Whatever you mention you like, or stare at for too long, you’ll immediatly be surprised with it the following day.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 You getting lost on his pretty bright green eyes, and him getting lost on yours. Always. And expect him to constantly compliment you for how lovely your stare is.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 If you’d prefer to keep your privacy, he’ll respect it — but occasionally, with your consent, expect Fran to post some pictures of you on his Instagram stories just to show you off a bit. Sweet boy loves you too much to not show how proud he is to have you.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 “bonita”, “hermosa”, “linda”, “preciosa”, “mi amor”, “cielo”, “gordis” — he’s always giving you new endearing nicknames, and you really can’t complain much about it because it’s literally adorable.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 cuddles, cuddles, & more cuddles. Often you’re the little spoon because he likes hugging you from behind and nuzzling the tip of his nose on your neck (or kissing it), but he doesn’t mind occasionally switching places and being the little spoon.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 99% of Fran’s camera roll on his phone are just pictures of you, or the two of you doing weird cute shit together. Does he have you as his background wallpaper on his phone, because he always loves admiring you even when he’s far away? Maybe he does. . .

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Having you sitting on his lap is his favourite thing ever. It doesn’t matter if you both are watching something together, or mindlessly scrolling social media — he’d prefer to have you sitting on top of him all the time.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Please play with his dark blonde hair, I have the feeling he’d like feeling your fingers messing with his hair gently. It would make him feel soothingly comforted.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Expect him to be a bit clingy. Always dedicating you love songs and poems, and showering you constantly with his affection just to let you know how much he genuinely adores you. And don’t be surprised if the boys from the LSDLN cast tease him all the time for always talking about you, or for managing to bring you up at any possible topic.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 And speaking of being clingy, physical touch is something you’d experience all the time in your relationship. For example, he adores cuddling & hugging you, holding your hands and kissing them lovingly, pressing his forehead against your own, always kissing every inch of your body. A lovebug.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Wherever Fran goes, you go; and viceversa. He needs to go to a premiere/event to promote a movie? He’s taking you with him, if he can. I don’t think he’d like the idea of being far away from you too much time.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Placing his head on either your shoulder, lap, or chest happens very often, maybe just to seek comfort on you. I think his most favourite spot out of those would be your chest, while your fingers play with his hair. (*wink wink. i’m not further elaborating for now.*)

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Coffee shop dates are his favourite type of dates to have with you! Because why not?!

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Have I mentioned just how much he loves to give & receive kisses? You’d constantly be embraced by him, as his lips kiss every single inch of your face because that’s how much Fran loves you. And in return, this sweet man will let you kiss him as much as you wish — he wouldn’t even complain, he loves being showered in affection by you.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Try to (playfully) squirm away from his tight hugs and he’ll only make it worse. You are totally never getting out of that breathtaking hug.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Does he stupidly stare at you and smiles to himself, like an idiot in love? Yeah, that, too.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Sometimes, you appreciate doing simple things together. Like laying on the bed or couch and listening to a playlist you both made, while quietly talking about whatever thing you’re thinking about. It’s a sweet thing for both of you.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 24/7 checking up on you and making sure you’re taken care of. Always running baths for you if you feel stressed, cooking for you, asking you if you slept well, ate and drank enough water — things like that, because he cares for your wellbeing.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 ^^ and if you’re on your period, it would be usual for him to be even more attentive with you than he already is. Buying/cooking whatever you crave, tightly cuddle and praise you (or give you some space if you need), running warm baths, etc.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 For some reason, I like imagining that if you sleep hugged to a plushie, while you’re sleeping, he’ll take the plushie away from you, toss it, and place himself on your arms instead. Stupid little thought, but I find it cute.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 This man just loves you more than anything else, really — he literally adores every bit of you, and won’t doubt a second in showing it.

[madame-fear]

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[madame-fear]

Hi!! Could you please write a drabble for Fran Romero with prompts 84 and 112 (reader to Fran)? Thank you a lot 💕✨

𐙚 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒.

ೀ amira speaks.ᐟ : Fran has the prettiest green eyes ever, no one can convince me otherwise ☝️���💚 hope you like this my sweet love, and it was what you expected! ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : request above. ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 913

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : fluff, friends to lovers (maybe?), a bit of a long drabble. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Francisco Romero x (Fem!)Reader

⤿ 84. stargazing with [character] ⤿ 112. “has anybody ever told you how pretty your eyes are?”

Late night escapades were a common occurence in the relationship you had with Fran— they were like fun little dates that had been happening ever since you met, helplessly growing closer and nearly being glued to one another constantly.

Each shared second together, helped relieve the chaos of the usually busy days. There was no better way to end the day, rather than spending the moment with each other’s presence— the possible stress brought with the day, slipped away leisurely in each fun little date; where no one could bother any of you.

It was undeniable that the way Fran treated you in such a special manner provoked little butterflies on your stomach to flutter their wings so delicately. Were you falling deeper for him the more you spent your time together, and with all the loving things he did for you? Perhaps. You didn’t want to admit it, not even to yourself— though, the growing crush was visibly there.

But, how could you not fall in love, when those beautiful green eyes admired you constantly in a way they didn’t admire anyone else, and he treated you in the most gentle manner like no one else?

Every idea Francisco proposed for you to spend time together, was each one more special than the last one. And this time? It included stargazing. You had a soft spot for gazing at the stars quietly, and Fran knew. So, what could be better than stargazing together? Admire the bright, vivid little stars shining in the dark sky, in the stillness of the night... Just the two of you.

A calming silence loomed between the two of you, as your bodies laid in the grass of a nearby park. No one seemed to be around at such late hours— it was the most appropiate moment, and place to stargaze together. His presence alone was already soothing enough for you, and stargazing by his side brought an intensely comforting warmth.

“That must be... Orion’s Belt.” craning your head towards his side, his index finger pointed at the sky, specifically towards the three line of bright stars. You hummed in agreement softly as you smiled at him, before pointing with your own index finger at a line of five stars, forming an oddly shaped W. “Yes, it is. And that one is Cassiopeia.”

A little proud grin formed on his thin lips upon knowing he had guessed some constellations. Fran only knew them because you had talked to him about it, and he had attentively listened to everything you told him. It was undeniable that when you spoke about something you deeply enjoyed, you seemed even prettier than you already were.

“See? I told you, I’m learning how to identify the constellations now.” he remarked. “I already guessed a few correctly, and it’s only because you got me interested in it.” tilting your head towards his side, you found him already staring at you— helplessly smiling to yourself at his own prideful grin. How could you not love Fran, especially when he acted in such an adorable manner?

His light green eyes discreetly lingered on your features for several seconds, before properly making eye contact as he spoke. Much like you often did, Fran appreciated each second to quietly admire you. The beautiful green colour on his eyes could be resembled to a precious pair of jade gemstones— and under the shining stars spread amidst the dark sky, they somehow managed to seem far more bewitching.

You could spend hours being stared by those eyes. And you could spend an eternity staring into his eyes, appreciating their beauty... Just how sweetly expressive they were, enough to make your heart flutter, or even skip a beat.

“Has anybody ever told you how pretty your eyes are?” those words mindlessly spurred from your lips. It seemed as if your own admiration won over your rational, conscious actions. Only a few several seconds passed until you slowly fell into realisation that you had exposed your admiring thoughts, but you couldn’t take it back.

Noticing how his eyes slightly widened in surprise, a faint rosy hue creeped on his pale cheeks. A wider grin quivered on his lips, scoffing playfully. The least of things Fran could expect, was you flattering him with such an adoring tone— though, it was obviously a pleasant surprise. It was easy for you to woo him.

“W-Well, no...” he began stuttering softly, feeling as his heart pounded slightly faster — and harder — at your words. “Not really, much less in that sweet tone of yours.” Fran remarked briefly, almost teasingly.

His body shifted closer towards your own, this time moving to sit on the side of his body, rather than laying down on the grass. “But I thought you were staring at the stars, not my eyes. Unless you fancy them that much?” the blonde haired Argentine retorted playfully, continuing to grin to himself.

Gods, how he loved teasing you back— especially when he had the opportunity of seeing that lovely face of yours getting entirely flustered. It could be considered payback for how you previously got him all crimson-coloured with your compliment, in a way.

Allowing a few seconds of silence to pass, with your eyes attentively fixing their stare on his own, you slightly smirked. “Well, I was staring at the stars... Initially.” you paused, before continuing.

“But now, I prefer to stare into your eyes. They are far prettier than any existing constellation.”

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