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FOREVER

Frankie Morales x f!reader || 2,5 k

Summary: Frankie takes you out to a fancy restaurant and you think he’s going to propose.

Tw: none, fluff, 1 (one) butt squeeze, kissing, insecure reader, sweet Frankie, love, reader wears makeup and heels, has hair.

A/n: this was written for @jolapeno’s April Showers Challenge (I’m super late). Unfortunately, Jo’s not on tumblr anymore and moved exclusively to AO3 (@jolapeno). I’d like to thank Jo for trying to make this fandom a warm and fun place❤️ It’s extremely sad that tumblr is losing wonderful people left and right these days. All the reasons for leaving are valid— hobbies change, blorbos change, etc, etc, but this place hasn’t been the same recently, it hasn’t felt the same. Please, let’s stop focusing on hate. Life is hard as is, don’t make it harder for others, don’t turn tumblr into another internet cesspool. Stop looking at writers and artists as content machines. Stop using AI to write fics or to finish a fic you love. It’s disrespectful and vile. Anyway, writing this fic gave me comfort. Hope it can bring you some warmth, too💞

Kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘 Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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You are scrutinizing yourself in the mirror, nervously chewing on your lower lip. A strong mixture of excitement and anxiety churns your stomach and you take a deep breath, fighting nausea. You’re going out to dinner soon but how can you eat right now?

Frankie booked a table at a high-end restaurant for the two of you. You love going out with him but it’s mostly to bars or cute little cafes. Nothing fancy. Never fancy.

‘He’s going to do it,’ you think. ‘He’s going to propose. Why else would he choose such a place?’

In the mirror you see your mouth curve into a smile, still nervous but also happy. You’ve been together for some time now and the timing feels right. He feels right. Perfect, actually.

You’ve never been obsessed with the idea of a marriage, never nagged Frankie about putting a ring on your finger, but when he surprised you with that date idea a couple of days ago and you realized that he might propose, a new feeling bloomed in your heart— a strong desire to be Frankie’s wife, to become Mrs Morales. To be officially his.

You’ve been through a lot together and always had each other’s backs. ’For better, for worse, in sickness and in health,’ you’ve been through it all. Feeling mutual support, love and affection, in every glance, every hug, every kiss and every word.

With a strong feeling expanding your heart, you press your palms to your chest and fight away the tears that threaten to ruin your makeup. You want everything to be perfect tonight. For your Frankie.

It’s gloomy outside, silver clouds hanging low over the city. You wish for the rain to start on your way to the restaurant — the sound of water drops drumming against Frankie’s truck always calms you down.

Right now your clothes feel too tight and you’re having a bad hair day though you spent the last hour fixing it. It’s too late to change or to redo your hair anyway so you sigh and drop your hands at the sides in surrender.

”Damn!” you hear Frankie exclaim behind you and turn around.

”Damn indeed,” you echo him when your eyes land on your boyfriend in a suit. A SUIT! You saw him in formal clothing only once, at your friend’s wedding, and even then he only wore a dress shirt and pants, refusing to sweat in ‘a suffocating jacket’ (his words).

Now he’s fully suited up, his favorite cap’s gone, and his hair is gelled, one naughty curl bouncing on his forehead and making you melt.

“You look..,” you both start saying and burst into laughter.

“You’re beautiful, baby,” Frankie beats you to the compliment and walks up to you. He takes your hand and asks you to twirl for him. You sway on your heels and fall into his arms with a giggle but he catches you just in time and holds you close.

“You look very handsome yourself, sir,” you purr clinging to him, revelling in the sensation of his strong body pressed to yours.

“Thanks, but not as delicious as you, my love”

His voice is low and husky at your ear, his chest vibrating with a seductive rumble under your palms. Frankie slides his hands down your back and gives your butt a squeeze while sneaking a kiss to your neck.

“Hands off, Morales. We’ll be late,” you scold him, furrowing your brows, though a soft curve of your lips reveals how much you enjoy his attention.

“Was ’a sir‘ just a minute ago,” he grumbles, following you to the door. “S’gonna rain,” he mumbles, grabbing an umbrella on his way out, and locks the door.

The sky darkens as you’re driving in Frankie’s truck to the restaurant. You roll the window down and take a deep breath of fresh air. As if reading your emotions, Frankie places your hand on his thigh and covers it with his warm palm.

“Are you ok?” His concerned puppy eyes make your heart swell and you nod, comforted by his care. You’re going to say ‘yes’ to the best man in the whole world.

When you arrive and step into the restaurant, the nerves overtake you again with a new force. The interior is beautiful but the atmosphere is intimidating, and you immediately feel out of place among the wealthy-looking guests. The hostess, a beautiful woman that could easily be a model, leads you to your table by the window, and while you’re waiting for the menus, you stare at the little drops of rain appearing on the glass outside. Frankie sees the anxiety in your expression and takes your hand to give it a squeeze.

You lock eyes with him and whisper,

“Let’s just go to a bar, Frankie. I feel like I don’t belong here.”

“Yes, you do. You’re a princess, my love. Please, let me treat you.”

He plants a soft kiss on your hand and his warm honey eyes soothe your nerves and you smile back genuinely.

The waiter comes up to your table, exuding an air of boredom and disgust — another sign that the place is super fancy. You order something you can barely pronounce and try to suppress your giggles, watching Frankie grill the waiter about the dishes and their ingredients with a look of a real foodie.

When he finally makes a choice, the waiter brings something on a plate to your table, and thinking that it’s some kind of an appetizer, you inspect it with a fork. Frankie and you both burst into laughter when it turns out to be a wet towel. A few guests glare at you but as always when you’re with Frankie everyone around blurs into the background and you see only him - your man, your love, the person who can make you laugh even on the hardest days and in the most serious situations.

Before you start eating your criminally overpriced food, Frankie raises his glass of beer that costs like a whole keg, and makes a toast,

“To you, my love.” Your breath hitches. Is he going to do it now?

But Frankie just kisses your hand and takes a sip.

It finally starts raining and you smile, remembering your and Frankie’s first kiss— both hiding from the rain under an umbrella, your bodies close, your eyes locked. “Can I kiss you?” he asked with a shaky voice. He was so shy back then, scared to make the wrong move. You didn’t answer. Instead you leaned in and pressed your lips to his.

The dinner is going great, the food is delicious, the conversation is flowing smoothly, but at the back of your mind you keep thinking about the proposal.

When’s he going to pop the question?

Your heart skips a beat when Frankie suggests getting a dessert. An image from every rom com appears in your mind - a girl finds an engagement ring in a piece of cake, a surprise on her face is soon replaced by tears of happiness when her partner says these four words - ’Will you marry me?’

You choose a cheesecake, not wanting the ring to be all smudged in chocolate or caramel, and squirm in your seat, waiting for the big moment in anticipation. You can’t hold back a happy grin that blooms on your face and Frankie’s wide smile reflects yours when he asks,

“Are you enjoying the evening, my love?”

You hold his hand and lean closer to him, whispering,

“I enjoy every evening with you, Frankie. You shouldn’t have spent so much. The food is amazing, of course, but...”

“No ‘buts’. Wish I could treat you like this every day.. wanna give you everything…want you to be happy.”

Frankie’s voice quivers as he looks down at your intertwined hands, and his sincerity makes your heart flutter.

“I am happy, honey,” you press his hand to your chest and hold it there, “You make me happy.”

Frankie’s eyes are glossy as he looks up at you and you know yours are welling up with tears, too, turning his handsome face into a blurry shape that leans closer and kisses you.

Your cheesecake arrives and Frankie seems excited. With a shaky hand you pick up a dessert spoon and dig in. You carefully put a piece in your mouth and let it melt on your tongue. Swallowing a ring and going to the ER would definitely ruin Frankie’s surprise.

“So? How is it?”

Your face falls when you feel nothing else in your mouth except the soft texture of the dessert.

Frankie’s eyes mimic your disappointment and you hurry to reassure him.

“No, no, it’s great. Just… tastes weird.”

“Oh,” Frankie furrows his brows. “Can I try?”

He opens his mouth like a baby bird and slightly leans forward, waiting for you to feed him a spoon.

”You want some? Really?” you ask, not hiding the confusion in your voice.

“Why not? Is it so good that you don’t wanna share?“ he chuckles but your expression remains confused.

“I do, but…”

Isn’t he afraid to find the ring himself?

You’re blinking at him for a few seconds but when he opens his mouth again and raises his eyebrows with an expectation, you shrug and bring a spoonful of cake to his lips.

He eats the piece and hums approvingly at the taste.

“‘s good,” he mumbles, still chewing, “tastes normal to me. But if you don’t like it, we can switch.” He nods at his chocolate cake in front of him.

“No, it’s ok.”

You eat some more— nothing, you stab your spoon into the piece again and again, here and there, half listening to Frankie, but don’t find anything hard inside the dessert.

“You ok, baby?” Frankie asks, when you miss his joke, and you fake a smile, saying a quiet ’yeah’.

When your plates and glasses are empty, your ring finger is naked, you’re feeling blue.

While Frankie’s paying for the dinner, you’re starting out of the window. It’s dark outside but the raindrops falling from the sky look like little white flies in the golden light of the street lamps. The rain, so comforting and heartwarming before, now brings you no joy. It feels like the weather is mocking you — Why aren’t you crying? The man you love doesn’t want you as his wife. He’s perfect and you are… you. Why have you even expected it?

You hate these thoughts that are ripping at your ego, but it’s so hard to push them away when all you feel is disappointment. You don’t have a right to be upset, Frankie never promised you anything. Your made up fantasy of a beautiful proposal was just that. A fantasy.

You leave the restaurant and take a deep breath of wet air, telling yourself to let the tears spill only in the comfort of your home, hopefully away from Frankie. He doesn’t need to see them.

He's right behind you, fumbling with the umbrella.

“Wait, baby..”

“No, it’s ok. I’ll walk. The car isn’t far,” you reassure him with a wave of your hand and step into the rain. The cold drops on your exposed skin slowly ease your restless mind, shifting your attention from the ruined fantasy to the reality. After walking a few feet, you stop and look up at the dark sky.

‘So what if Frankie hasn’t proposed?’ you tell yourself. ’He didn’t break up with you. You’ve had a wonderful time and now you’re going home, a place you share with the person you love the most, the person who loves you, you know it.’

A soft smile appears on your lips and you’re about to turn to Frankie but he beats you to it. His chest presses to your back, his strong arm wraps around your waist.

“I love you,” he whispers and plants a kiss on your neck. You hold his arm closer and rest your head on his broad shoulder, your gaze still set on the sky above.

Suddenly, the darkness over you disappears and an umbrella replaces it.

What…?

You gasp seeing pink leaves rain on your face and your body, falling from the umbrella. You catch one in your hand and realize it’s a rose petal. You look around and see dozens of them, covering the asphalt at your feet, a few on your head and your shoulders.

You turn to Frankie with widened eyes, your mouth agape. He’s still holding the magic umbrella over your head, a warm smile on his face, a few petals resting on his suit jacket.

“What’s all this, Frankie? It’s beautiful!l” You exclaim and look down at the rose carpet at your feet.

“I love you, baby,” he repeats, “so much.. Hold it for me, please.” He passes you the umbrella and kneels down on the wet pavement in front of you.

Your jaw drops and you grip the handle with shaky hands as he pulls a red velvet box out of his pocket and opens it.

A diamond ring sits pretty on a little cushion but you only glance at it. Your eyes are focused on Frankie, his trembling lower lip, his glossy eyes looking up at you, his expression full of affection and hope.

“Will you marry me, my love?”

A little sob falls from your lips, immediately followed by a high-pitched ‘yes’, as you’re eagerly nodding.

Frankie’s happy smile can light up the whole world as he takes your free hand and puts the ring on your finger. When he gets up, his pant leg is wet, a few rose petals are sticking to it, but none of you cares. He takes the umbrella from you and you throw your hands around his neck, crying.

“Oh, baby, don’t cry… or I’ll start, too.”

You part from his now wet collar and see tears in his beautiful honey eyes. Overwhelmed with joy and love you place your hands on his scruffy cheeks and say,

“I love you, too, and I promise to always be there for you, to love you forever.“

You seal your vows with a passionate kiss, rain drumming against the umbrella, and when you part to take a breath, Frankie hugs you tightly.

“I wanted to propose at the restaurant but when we got there …it didn’t feel like us.”

“So…The magic umbrella was plan B?”

“Yeah,” Frankie chuckles and you beam at him.

“It’s the best proposal, Frankie!”

“I hoped you’d like it. Do you remember our first kiss? Under the rain, sharing an umbrella...”

You nod and tears flow heavier down your cheeks when you hear his words. “Of course, I remember.”

Your lips meet again and you hold each other close, forever united by your love, the rain as your witness.

Thank you for reading! Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed the fic!

MASTERLIST

Tag list: @milla-frenchy @harriedandharassed @iamasaddie @nervousmumbling @bbyanarchist @stevie75 @puduvallee @auteurdelabre @mountainsandmayhem @senoratess @flamingochick55 @theoraekenslover @schnarfer @mermaidgirl30 @staywildflowahchild @yesjazzywazzylove-blog @evolnoomym @keylimebeag @thedilfdiaries @pascaltesaye @fruityreads @meetmeatyourworst @callmebyyournick-name @tateypots

Tagging some people who were interested in the WIP post (no pressure to read bbs) @sawymredfox @wethairjoel @604to647

#my writing #pedro pascal #frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #francisco morales x reader #frankie x reader #francisco morales #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie catfish morales #triple frontier

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not-a-unique-snowflake-blog · 8 days ago

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INSATIABLE

Joel Miller x f!reader || 1,2 k

Part 2 of The Need || can be read alone

Summary: Joel finally gives you what you want but you already crave more.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, pwp, unprotected piv, gaping, praise kink, Joel’s huge balls, creampie, pussy/cock pronouns.

A/n: some ppl asked for more so I wrote more<3 I hope you all will like it! Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

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Never in your wildest dreams could you imagine Joel Miller sitting between your spread legs, his dark eyes set on your naked cunt — stretched, beating, crying for him.

“Did a damn good job with ‘er,” he mumbles, staring at your gaping hole which already misses his thick fingers and desperately craves his cock. “He should fit jus’ fine.”

You’re not sure if he’s talking to you or himself; your thoughts are wading through the thick fog in your mind. Intense orgasms would do it to you. Joel making you come again and again would do it to you.

You close your eyes only for a moment, still trying to catch your breath. Wishing to memorize every second of what’s about to happen, you give yourself a chance to relax.

Darlin’

You hear Joel’s voice through the haze and flutter your eyes open. The first thing you see is his hand on your bent knee. Then his handsome face. He’s looking at you, his expression soft and concerned.

“You’re spent. Tell you what…,” he gets up and stands by the couch, hands on his hips. “Go home and get some rest. I ain’t fuckin a sleepin beauty.”

You widen your eyes and hastily sit up, chanting,

”What?! No-no-no…”

Joel raises his hands, interrupting your panicking.

“We’ll pick it up some other day, baby. Now I know you can take him.”

“But, Joel… ” Your already teary eyes drop to his huge bulge and you stare at it longingly.

He follows your line of vision and chuckles,

“Yeah he’s excited but… I’ll jerk off later, not a biggie.”

A panic overtakes you and you start sobbing — his cock has been so close and now he’s taking it away. And it’s all your fault.

“Please, J-Joel… I’m not sleepy anymore… I f-feel fine. Pleaseeee…”

“Fuck,” Joel curses sitting back down next to you and cups your wet cheek with his warm paw.

“What am I gonna do with you, cry baby?“

“Fuck me. Please.” Your blown out eyes are full of hope. Joel sighs, wiping your tears off.

“Take your clothes off… and hop on him.”

Joel’s cock slaps against your belly as you get on his lap, completely naked, just like he told you. He’s still fully clothed, only his jeans and boxers pulled down to his mid thigh.

Joel’s meaty hands grab your hips and pull you closer, your mound flush with his hard length now.

“Ahh,” you moan and start rubbing your pussy against his cock and balls.

“Keep still, wanna show you…”

You look down as Joel presses his twitching member to your belly with his wide palm, the thick shaft hot on your skin and his fat tip nudges your belly button.

Your eyes are widened, mouth agape, you’ve never seen a cock that big.

“Haven’t lied to ya, have I?” Joel cocks his brow, smirking at your expression.

“No. S’huge.” There’s no fear in your voice, just admiration and awe.

Joel taps the spot under your belly button with his thumb and warns, “Gonna feel me right here soon.”

You mewl and gush, seeing how deep he’s going to pierce you with his cock.

“Still can back down, sweetheart,” he offers and you shake your head, your gaze full of determination.

“I want it inside. Want you inside.”

“Suit yourself.”

You’re finally getting to feel Joel. With his hands on your hips he’s guiding your movements as you’re riding him slowly on the couch. You’ve craved it for so long, you don’t want any rush.

Joel’s leaning on the couch, watching you move on his cock with his eyes half closed. He seems almost sleepy but a set of low grunts escaping his plush lips tell you that he’s enjoying himself.

You’ve imagined Joel fuck you so many times but the reality is unmatched. You don’t feel your legs or arms, your face or chest, the only thing you feel is his manhood, thick and stiff, hot and long, filling you perfectly, replacing all the sensations with him. His cock is thumping inside you so hard and loudly, you don’t hear your own heart pounding in your chest. Is it still beating? Joel feels like heaven so who knows.

His balls tickle your ass and, feeling insatiable to touch him all over, you bring your hand back and reach lower to graze them with your fingertips. They’re fuzzy and soft, pleasant to the touch.

”Joel,” you moan his name, aroused to the max with a sudden idea. ”Can balls fit in a pussy?”

Joel chuckles and growls at the same time, hearing your question. His hips fly up and you moan at the sensation of his cock kissing your cervix.

“Jesus… Depends what pussy and balls we talkin about.”

“Mine and yours,” you reply, looking at him shyly.

Joel smiles at you and then his gaze travels down your body to your cunt, that’s swallowing his glistening shaft again and again. Not tearing his eyes from your sloppy hole, Joel asks,

“Why?”

“Want all of you here.” You place your hand on your lower belly and start rolling your hips back and forth, rubbing your puffy clit against Joel’s coarse pubes and soft lower belly in a chase of ecstasy. “Wanna be even fuller with you.”

Joel growls at the change of pace, his chest expands under your palm, as he gruffs,

“I have mighty big balls, baby.”

You can’t argue with that but your face still falls.

“But…” Joel brings his hand to your pussy and lifts the skin over your clit with his thumb. The stretch of your hole around his girthy member is perfectly visible for him now. “You surprised me today… took my fingers… taking my cock like a good girl now.“

You whimper at the praise, the fire of lust burning your core, as Joel muses,

“One day.. why not.”

You’re beaming at him now, overly excited with a possibility of not only being fucked by Joel Miller again, but also getting to feed his balls to your insatiable hole.

He cups your cheek with his calloused palm and you immediately turn your head to take his thumb between your lips. As you’re sucking on it, swirling your tongue around the thick digit, Joel’s making you lose your mind, planting filthy images into your head.

“Gonna cram them in with my thumb, one and then the other. Never seen a sloppier cunt so it’ll be easy… stretch you first, ‘course… then they’ll fly right in… stuff you with my cock and my fat balls. Yeah…Fuck, baby, where you get ideas like that?”

You whimper weakly around his thumb in response, bouncing on his cock, and his words hit you with a lustful wave.

Your climax starts with a delicious burn deep in your core, then shoots up into your belly, your chest and limbs, your muscles tighten and you come hard, mewling and gripping Joel’s shirt with your fists. You’re convulsing on his throbbing cock, suffocating it with your walls, and Joel lets out a loud groan and begins thrusting up into your pussy faster, setting off his own orgasm.

You feel his warmth pouring in, as he’s squirting rope after rope of his cum inside your happy pussy, and she greedily sucks in every drop he’s giving her. Insatiable for Joel.

Thank you for reading! Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed the fic!💞

Part 1 The Need || MASTERLIST

Tag list: @milla-frenchy @harriedandharassed @iamasaddie @nervousmumbling @bbyanarchist @stevie75 @puduvallee @auteurdelabre @mountainsandmayhem @senoratess @flamingochick55 @theoraekenslover @schnarfer @mermaidgirl30 @staywildflowahchild @yesjazzywazzylove-blog @evolnoomym @keylimebeag @thedilfdiaries @pascaltesaye @fruityreads @itwasntimethatdidit40 @meetmeatyourworst @callmebyyournick-name @tateypots

Tagging some people who asked for a pt 2 ❤️ @dindjarins-brown-eyed-girl @okyeeaaahhhh @bbyanarchist @mani-pedro

#my writing #pedro pascal #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #pedro pascal characters #joel miller x you #the last of us #joel miller fanfiction #tlou hbo #tlou2

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