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I’m so sorry for the people who are waiting for a part 2 . My job is keeping me so busy, I don’t have much time to do anything else. Soon I will have a few weeks of vacations and I’ll focus on the sequel. I’m very open to ideas.

Angel voice

Summary: Pedro Pascal x Reader. Karaoke night with friends.

***this is officially my first fic! I had this story in my mind for so long, I had to write it. I’m not even a good writer and English is my second language, so I’m sorry if it’s a tough read. No beta , I don’t know anyone who could help me with this , any volunteers ? ***

Warnings: RPF. Just friendships. A little flirting. I guess … two idiots falling in love.

For the last few months , you always walked hand in hand with your new bestie Sarah. The friendship was new, but it was intense. You met her on the set of an amazing indie film. She was the main character and you were the supporting one. It was a movie about a love story between two inspiring women. Loving Sarah on screen and in real life was easy, it felt like you knew her your whole life.

Tonight was no different, your hand into hers , you walked on the sidewalk together with some of her closest friends. Oscar and Elvira were walking behind you whispering sweet nothings to each other while Pedro was the leader of the pack , goofing around , pretending to be in an action movie , hiding from imaginary bad guys. The little group of friends kindly accepted you as the new member of their pack as soon as Sarah introduced you to them. Since you just recently moved to NYC, it was great to have people you could count on.

You were lost in your thoughts , feeling the warmth of the summer breeze on your face and bare shoulders. Only hearing the buzzing sounds of the city. You were having a hard time realizing how lucky you were to have them, to be exactly where you wanted to be with your acting career, you felt really emotional at that moment. Maybe it was the fatigue from the long days on set or maybe it was the effect of Sarah’s earlier questionable concoctions she called her special drinks , but you could cry. You were so lost in your own head that you jumped when you heard Elvira joyous exclamation.

- YEEEES! Come on guys! It’s been a hot minute since we humiliated ourselves properly!

You heard Pedro hum a barely perceptible « oh nooooo » while he formed a fake gun with his hand and pretended to shoot himself. You snapped out of your thoughts and looked at what Elvira was so excited about. You were pleased to see that is was a karaoke bar.

Only Sarah knew that you were a good singer. She called you her soft angel when you sang for her on set. Your favorite Pink Floyd songs were the soundtrack of your blooming friendship. Truth is , you tried to succeed as a singer/songwriter a few years ago, but it just didn’t happen. It was for the best though, now you knew it. After realizing you would probably never be a recording artist , you decided to focus on your acting career and it paid off.

When you entered the bar , it was very noisy, a mix of people singing and other simply screeching , people cheering and others having animated conversations. Elvira was fast to find you guys a place to sit. She knew she had to move fast so Pedro wouldn’t have a good reason to convince them to leave and escape his worst nightmare. It wasn’t a secret that he didn’t like Karaoke, he didn’t want to sing and he didn’t want other people to butchered all of his favorite songs . He mimicked his best suffering expression when the girl on stage started to sing sweet home Alabama with her shrieking voice.

You guys were seated in a big white U shaped bench wrapped around an oval table , perfect to accommodate your little group. You were squished between Sarah and Pedro who were having a deep conversation about the last movie they saw together. You were not complaining , being with them was so much fun and you had to admit that being so close to Pedro was not bad either. Since you met him, you had a little crush on him. Nothing serious, nothing you would tell him about , it was just a fun little game to flirt with him. And oh boy was he a flirt. The little smiles he did when you spoke about your recent projects, the way his eyes just lingered on your mouth, his hands touching your skin every chance he get, followed with a cute wink when your eyes would meet his. It was nothing your brain said , but the butterflies in your stomach made you wonder which body part of yours was right.

Nobody really paid attention to the people who were on stage , a few times, when the performer was not as bad , the girls and you would cheer and sing along. You don’t know how many drinks you guys were in when Elvira came around the table to talked to Pedro.

- So , what are you going to sing tonight Pedrito? Pedro lost his smile and rolled his eyes.

Sarah laughed : I really don’t know if Elvira really loves karaoke or if she just like seeing Pedro suffer!

Pedro: She hates me! She hates that her husband calls me his girlfriend , she’s jealous and that’s her way to get her revenge.

Elvira: Oh please P , not everything is about you!

Pedro did his most exaggerated shocked face: Excuse me! ?

Elvira : All I want to do is sing a sexy duet with MY husband. (Emphasis on the MY) She winked at Pedro

Oscar was already putting their name on the list , there was still a few people before it would be their turn. On his way back he grabbed a few shots for all of you.

Pedro turned to help Oscar with the shooter glasses: -Your wife sings like an half dead cat , I will need multiples of these.

Elvira punched Pedro on the arm while you and Sarah giggled at their imaginary love triangle.

Sarah: y/n should sing! She will change your mind about karaoke Pedro. She sings like an angel!

You blushed.

Oscar teased his friend : you should sing his favorite song!

Pedro immediately interrupted him, making no signs with his head and both his arms : oh no! No, no, no, no, no. Do not touch Prince. NO!

Sarah: I know! You should sing Dreams! You have the perfect voice for that song. Anyway, you can’t sing any Pink Floyd songs , those are just for me , plus this bar is not the vibe for that.

- Wow Sarah , are you flirting with me ? I have the voice to cover Stevie ? Please , no.

Even if you wanted to protest the song choice , it was too late. Elvira literally jumped out of her seat and was already adding your name to the list. It’s not that you didn’t want to sing , you loved it , but now the pressure was on. What if they didn’t like how you sing it ? What if Pedro didn’t like it ? The moment you met him, you needed him to like you. Was that how you felt with all your past “little crush”? Once again, you were lost in your spinning mind.

Sarah brought you back to earth : - don’t worry , your voice is magical. She thought you were worried about your skills.

For the next hour, you mostly had to listen to bad singers , it was almost torture sometimes. Fortunately, the alcool was smoothly flowing , making it all more bearable. Even Pedro looked like he was having fun. Every time he laughed he immediately clung to the person who made the joke. Resting his head on their shoulder, reaching out to hold their arm or squeeze their tight just above the knee. You couldn’t help and match his energy, every single thing he said that made you laugh you touched his skin. His wrist, his bicep, his neck. You were too far into your gin tonic consumption to care what people would think of it, what he would think of it.

It was finally Oscar and Elvira’s turn to sing. They chose to sing the Dirty Dancing hit “time of my life”

Pedro was exasperated : damn they are so annoyingly cheesy.

That they were , but it was so adorable at the same time. Their love was radiating on stage. Elvira was indeed a bad singer , half dead cat would not be your choice of words, you were too polite for that. Oscar could hold a note , but he kept messing the lyrics of the song, they both laughed in their microphones when they missed a word. You and Sarah cheered for them like it was the most crucial sport event.

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Pedro was genuinely having fun. The running gag was that he hated karaoke, he did , but seeing his friends having fun was way more important to him than his hatred of bad singing. Elvira and Oscar were doing their thing on stage and he was impressed by their lack of self awareness. They massacred that poor song. He cheered for them anyways. They ended their performance by doing a little spinning dance move , it was disgusting how much they loved each other.

Pedro could hear you ask Sarah: Seriously Sarah , this kind of love really exists ? Or is it just for them?

Pedro felt a sting in his heart. He wondered why you didn’t believe it could exist? Wondered if someone hurt you in the past. He wasn’t really a big believer in love with a capital L himself , he didn’t really do relationships, but it wasn’t okay with him that you would have this kind of thoughts, that you would feel that way too. It felt unfair. Since he met you, he felt very protective of you. You were so sweet and kind.

Sarah : I think it exists , but theirs is definitely one of a kind.

Elvira was skipping her way to your table , still on her adrenaline high.

-We slayed it!!! Didn’t we ?

-Pedro pointed his right ear : Sorry , I can’t hear you , my ears are bleeding.

Elvira raised her two middle fingers at him and mouthed a very felt “fuck you P”.

Oscar came to his wife defense: you were perfect my love , I’m the one who forgot entire parts of the song. Pedro is just jealous that I didn’t slow dance with him on stage.

Pedro touched your shoulder : hey y/n ! I think it’s your turn. He watched you get up of your seat and walk towards the stage. You looked relaxed and confident. Maybe she really is a good singer he thought or maybe she’s just too tipsy to be bothered by any of this.

He followed your every step. He didn’t realize before that moment how little you were wearing tonight. Just a tiny lilac summer dress. Your legs, shoulders , cleavage , all exposed under the intense stage lights. Your dress was way too short for you to stand close to the edge of the stage. You were not that drunk, he saw you take a few steps back when you realized some creeps in the front were more than happy to look up your dress. You nodded to the host and the song began to play in the loud room.

Dreams was one of his favorite songs. He was a huge Fleetwood Mac and Stevie Nicks fan. Normally, he would dread the moment you would open your mouth to sign his favorite lyrics , but right now he was just curious. He was hypnotized by the way you swayed your hips to the beat. Those few seconds at the beginning of the song felt like minutes to him. Right before you parted your lips to sing your first note you looked at him and winked. He felt everything squeeze inside of him, like his heart stopped. He held his breath , hoping he wouldn’t have to lie to you later and pretend he liked your voice. He felt the urge to cover his ears to avoid to deal with that possibility. But then he heard you.

🎶 Now here you go again, you say you want your freedom

His body instinctively relaxed , but he had to listen more , just to be sure.

🎶 Well, who am I to keep you down?

The noise in the bar significantly went down.

🎶 It’s only right that you should play the way you feel it. But listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness.

- No fucking way ! That’s all Oscar could say looking at Sarah with a surprised expression in his face. Elvira was already clapping hard for you.

- Told you guys , an angel.

🎶 Like a heartbeat, drives you mad

That was his favorite lyric in the song , his jaw dropped slightly. Your voice was soft and smooth. It was definitely different from the original singer but it was beautiful. By the time your were at the chorus he was completely lost in your voice. Feeling the beat passing through the speakers and vibrating straight into his chest. The bar was quiet, everyone dropped their beer to drink at your words instead.

~Maybe he likes karaoke he thought , nooooooo, maybe he likes you. ~

It felt like he was gone for so long when you sang the last words.

🎶 Oh oh oh , you’ll know ….

The crowd went crazy when you finished. And then suddenly his feeling flipped and it felt like he didn’t really have time to enjoy your performance , it went by too fast.

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You smiled at your audience and did a little bow before exiting the stage. You were overwhelmed by the crowd’s reaction. You focused on your group of friends , walking back towards them with the biggest smile on your face. You did it , they liked it.

Elvira was the first one jumping in your arms , she was so excited.

-OMG Baby, you should sing for a living , that was amazing . I feel like I should pay you right now.

You laughed, she was exaggerating , but you were grateful for the compliment. Oscar was next, bowing before you.

- I surrender at your talent , queen of karaoke. El and I will give you our crowns.

Sarah sang proud and loud : I TOLD YOU GUYS!!!

Pedro looked at you with his big brown eyes and his bright smile and pulled you close to hug you. He whispered in your ear

- you almost made me cry.

You stayed in his arms for a while, he held you tight, his chin on your head.

The night slowly came to an end, the conversations began to be more sparse and you all agreed that it it was time to go back to your respective apartment. You went to bed feeling proud and feeling loved. You fell asleep trying to remember how it felt to have his arms wrapped around you.

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Pedro was lying in his bed , thinking about the night , about how he felt. What he felt wasn’t new to him, but it was something he didn’t feel for a long time. He didn’t let himself feel that way, he never let himself be in situation that could lead him to feeling that way. When did he let his guard down? That squishing feeling inside his stomach, he could not shake it off. He could not be in love ? It was just silly… He could not be in love just because you had the sweetest singing voice he ever heard ? That’s just stupid. He knew it wasn’t just that. Your hips, your lips, your skin, your eyes , your laugh, your smile.

- Fuck.

#pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal rpf #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal fluff

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I am working on part 2 !

Angel voice

Summary: Pedro Pascal x Reader. Karaoke night with friends.

Warnings: RPF. Just friendships. A little flirting. I guess … two idiots falling in love.

- YEEEES! Come on guys! It’s been a hot minute since we humiliated ourselves properly!

- So , what are you going to sing tonight Pedrito? Pedro lost his smile and rolled his eyes.

Sarah laughed : I really don’t know if Elvira really loves karaoke or if she just like seeing Pedro suffer!

Pedro: She hates me! She hates that her husband calls me his girlfriend , she’s jealous and that’s her way to get her revenge.

Elvira: Oh please P , not everything is about you!

Pedro did his most exaggerated shocked face: Excuse me! ?

Elvira : All I want to do is sing a sexy duet with MY husband. (Emphasis on the MY) She winked at Pedro

Oscar was already putting their name on the list , there was still a few people before it would be their turn. On his way back he grabbed a few shots for all of you.

Pedro turned to help Oscar with the shooter glasses: -Your wife sings like an half dead cat , I will need multiples of these.

Elvira punched Pedro on the arm while you and Sarah giggled at their imaginary love triangle.

Sarah: y/n should sing! She will change your mind about karaoke Pedro. She sings like an angel!

You blushed.

Oscar teased his friend : you should sing his favorite song!

Pedro immediately interrupted him, making no signs with his head and both his arms : oh no! No, no, no, no, no. Do not touch Prince. NO!

Sarah: I know! You should sing Dreams! You have the perfect voice for that song. Anyway, you can’t sing any Pink Floyd songs , those are just for me , plus this bar is not the vibe for that.

- Wow Sarah , are you flirting with me ? I have the voice to cover Stevie ? Please , no.

Sarah brought you back to earth : - don’t worry , your voice is magical. She thought you were worried about your skills.

It was finally Oscar and Elvira’s turn to sing. They chose to sing the Dirty Dancing hit “time of my life”

Pedro was exasperated : damn they are so annoyingly cheesy.

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Pedro could hear you ask Sarah: Seriously Sarah , this kind of love really exists ? Or is it just for them?

Sarah : I think it exists , but theirs is definitely one of a kind.

Elvira was skipping her way to your table , still on her adrenaline high.

-We slayed it!!! Didn’t we ?

-Pedro pointed his right ear : Sorry , I can’t hear you , my ears are bleeding.

Elvira raised her two middle fingers at him and mouthed a very felt “fuck you P”.

Oscar came to his wife defense: you were perfect my love , I’m the one who forgot entire parts of the song. Pedro is just jealous that I didn’t slow dance with him on stage.

🎶 Now here you go again, you say you want your freedom

His body instinctively relaxed , but he had to listen more , just to be sure.

🎶 Well, who am I to keep you down?

The noise in the bar significantly went down.

🎶 It’s only right that you should play the way you feel it. But listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness.

- No fucking way ! That’s all Oscar could say looking at Sarah with a surprised expression in his face. Elvira was already clapping hard for you.

- Told you guys , an angel.

🎶 Like a heartbeat, drives you mad

~Maybe he likes karaoke he thought , nooooooo, maybe he likes you. ~

It felt like he was gone for so long when you sang the last words.

🎶 Oh oh oh , you’ll know ….

The crowd went crazy when you finished. And then suddenly his feeling flipped and it felt like he didn’t really have time to enjoy your performance , it went by too fast.

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Elvira was the first one jumping in your arms , she was so excited.

-OMG Baby, you should sing for a living , that was amazing . I feel like I should pay you right now.

You laughed, she was exaggerating , but you were grateful for the compliment. Oscar was next, bowing before you.

- I surrender at your talent , queen of karaoke. El and I will give you our crowns.

Sarah sang proud and loud : I TOLD YOU GUYS!!!

Pedro looked at you with his big brown eyes and his bright smile and pulled you close to hug you. He whispered in your ear

- you almost made me cry.

You stayed in his arms for a while, he held you tight, his chin on your head.

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- Fuck.

#pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal rpf #pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal

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@harriedandharassed TY!!! I’m happy that you liked it . I often use the water elements to describe emotions and feelings… water is my metaphorical muse 🌊

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I’m salivating

Oh my god … I need Nick to try something and then severely regret it

👀👀👀

You uuuhhhhh might be excited for the next chapter then

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TYSM for your support @rosaliedepp.

Your comments are really motivating me to keep up with this story 😘

Interrogation 4

Addiction

Summary: Frankie Morales x Reader (mention of the other TF boys)

You and Frankie are caught off guard at the safe house. The aftermath of what happened leads you to a very dark place. In this chapter, the Miller brothers are back!

Warnings for this specific chapter: PTSD, hyper sexualisation, drug use, swearing. 🔥SMUT (it’s happening guys!!) 🔥 Fluff too 😏

You got off your bed and met Santi in the hallway on your way to the bathroom.

“Holy … wow , what kind of movie did you go to?” He asked in a playful tone making circle motions around your face with his index”

“Shut up Pope” you walked faster to the bathroom to witness the damage. Pope was being polite you looked like you went to hell and barely crawled your way back. Your hair was a mess, your red lipstick was smeared across your chin, your mascara was running down your cheeks. ~ I fucked 4 random dudes, or 3~ Your eyes widened at the memory. You could not believe you confessed that to Frankie. ~did you?~ You were not sure, last night was a chaotic blur swirling too fast in your head to understand it. All you knew for sure was that you talked with Frankie when you got home. You took your makeup remover and started working on your face. The right side of your neck was covered in reddish marks. You could not remember which one of the blond drug dealer did that to you ~or was it both of them~

You stayed there, looking at your reflection. Your plan didn’t work. Yes, you did gain some power back, but you still felt nothing , empty. You also remember how good it felt when your mind went blank on coke. That was the best you felt in days. ~ that can’t be good~

You went back to your room , looking for your phone. It wasn’t on your night stand. You went downstairs, hoping to find it in your purse. Santi and Frankie were sitting together at the dining table eating breakfast. They both looked at you when you made your way to the kitchen. You met Frankie’s eyes , he looked so sad, he didn’t hold your gaze for very long and turned his head to focus on his plate. You tried to ignore the pinch in your heart but the tears were already making their appearance at the corner of your eyes. You found your purse on the floor next to your shoes.

“You look better then you did 5 minutes ago” Santi teased you.

“Ha . Ha.” You replied while fumbling through the content of your purse. Good thing for you, you were not facing the boys when you found your panties and a small plastic bag. ~coke?~ You felt an intense urge to consume it right there, right now. You closed your purse and took a deep breath. ~shit, shit, calm down~

“Are you okay ?” Pope asked you.

“Yeah, I can’t find my phone. Can you call me?”

Santiago reached for his phone that was sitting on the kitchen counter. He tapped on your name in his contacts and your ring tone went off. Your phone was close, but the ring was muffled. You followed the sound and it lead you to the front door. You opened it and found your phone on the front porch. ~I fell face first in the door last night , fucking glorious~

You ate breakfast on the couch and went back to your bedroom after. The rest of your day was spent staring at the small plastic bag of white powder. Debating if it was a really bad idea or a genius one to numb yourself with it. You don’t know how you did it, but you were able to let it live in your purse for the next few days.

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The sun was rising before your eyes, you were sitting on the porch of the safe house. You were not a very big sleeper to begin with, but since that night you barely could have a few straight hours of sleep. You were sitting on the porch stairs, sipping at your coffee. It was finally Thursday, the Millers were coming back to the safe house. Ben was your best friend, the second you met him all those years ago he became your safe person, the one you could tell anything. You couldn’t wait to see him. You were hoping that the boys didn’t tell him about what happened at your old safe house, at least not everything. It was your last chance to have a normal relationship with an old friend, one that would not be tainted with pity or disgust.

You were back to your bedroom, thinking about the rush of coke that you could feel if you snorted the damn content of that bag in your purse when you heard their car. You jumped out of your bed and almost ran downstairs. You could see Will stand behind the car when you passed next to the window. He was unloading black duffle bags from the trunk. Ben was bent over in the backseat picking up the trash from all the fast-food they ate on their way back. You opened the front door and went straight to Ben.

“Benny!”

He dropped the trash back into the car and reached out to pull you into a hug. Will smiled at you and then his eyes went up to look over your heads.

“Pope! Catfish! Nice to see you again guys” said Will when the boys came out of the house not long after you did.

You ignored them, enjoying Benny’s warm hug and the safe feeling it was providing you.

“Y/n, I missed you so much! Are you okay? He asked while his hand reached to touch your thigh. You held your breath… He knew about your injury. Someone told him. You were mortified.

“Ah! Humm. I’m alright.” You answered holding back your tears ~Shit, why am I so emotional lately? ~

The rest of the day went by fast. Will and Ben were doing most of the talking, telling you guys all about the stuff they did in Colombia. All you had to do was to listen to them, you did, but most of your attention was focus on thinking about the white powder waiting for you in your room.

“We should go out , celebrate the fact that we’re all still here and alive” suggested Benny. Everyone was in, even you. It was the perfect occasion to take your dose of relief without it being too obvious. So you thought.

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“Hey! Sweetie!! We’re all waiting for you down here. Are you ready!?!?” Benny screamed from the first step of the stairs .

« Yes , yes , just give me two! » you screamed back at him. You were using your credit card on your small desk to create the perfect line. You heart was beating fast and your hands were shaking. You were not sure if you were excited about this or if your body was just in need of it . ~it’s too soon to be addicted, right?~ You took a dollar bill and rolled it into a tight straw. You didn’t even hesitate and snorted the entire line in one long shot. You held your face with your hand at the initial pain. ~ fuck~

« Come on now!!! You’re pretty enough! We’re gonna leave without you!!! » Will screamed with a touch of impatience in his voice.

You flew downstairs, at least that’s how it felt. Frankie immediately noticed your wide smile and your glossy eyes. You demeanor was different, you looked … happy. Something is wrong , he thought.

You could not believe they chose THAT bar , of all the bars in the area, they choose the one where you went and whored yourself out. ~ it’s Thursday, probably not the same crowd~ you hoped. You entered the bar last , kind of hiding behind your boys. They asked for a table and you followed them to a big booth on the sports bar section of the place. That’s when you saw him, leaning against the bar talking to the bartender. Was it green shirt or black t-shirt , you could not remember. He saw you too and gave you a nod , a quick wink and a smile. The view of his face brought back memories into your mind , his fingers rubbing more coke onto your gums, his lips all over your tits, his tongue licking your inner thighs, his dick buried inside you. You shook it off and refocused on your friends.

It was a challenge to sit still. Your heart was racing, your mind was spinning. It felt good. You were laughing too loud at everything they said and Frankie was becoming more and more suspicious. Hell, even the others were wondering where that happy attitude was coming from. Will turned and took your hands in his , your eyes met his and he saw how blown out were your pupils.

« Are you okay baby? »

That fucking question again! You couldn’t hear it anymore . They wouldn’t shut up about it. They did nothing to help you but they would not stop asking if you were okay. No you were not , what did they expect? Time heals all wound? Fuck that.

« I… I just need a glass of water » you got up and walked to the ladies room. You gave a quick look at blond dealer and he followed you to where the bathrooms are. Actually you didn’t walk , you floated there. You entered the ladies room and he followed you right away.

« Do you have some on you? » you asked without waiting.

« I do pretty lady! Want me to prep a line for you? »

« I can do it » you told him extending a hand towards him. He gave you the small bag and you worked on the lines before his impressed eyes.

« You’re a fast learner beautiful. Are we having fun like last time? Or your boyfriends will be jealous? » he asked semi kidding, semi serious. He didn’t need a beat up tonight , too much business was waiting for him on the weekend.

« Yeah, no. Don’t worry about them. Take off your pants. » ~ that’s the second time you said those words at this location~

The guys are talking loud and laughing hard , except for Frankie. He knows something is up with you and he can’t stand not knowing. He decides to go check on you. He walks towards the bathrooms and tries to listen through the door. He swears he hears you laugh, so he doesn’t hesitate and swing the ladies room door wide open. You’re bending down over the baby changing station , sniffing some coke in one swift move.

« Yeah baby, take it … WTF? Who are … » blond dealer is startled by Frankie’s unexpected arrival. Frankie looks at him and notice that the dude pants are unzipped and that he is jerking himself off.

« Frankie? » you jumped , holding your face in your hands.

« WTF is going on? » he spewed with anger.

« Hey , hey , calm down man. She’s consenting to this » blond dealer told Frankie trying to cool the vibe off. It didn’t help.

« You put that dick back in your pants before I break your neck » Frankie snapped at the poor guy.

« Y/n , come on, we’re leaving » he ordered you.

« No Frankie, let me be. You don’t even care. »

« What? » This time he was beyond himself « I don’t care you say?? »

« You barely talk to me, you don’t want to fuck me, you don’t care anymore!!! » you tried to keep your cool, but the drugs were making their way into your bloodstream making the situation feel even more dramatic.

« That’s enough. You’re coming with me » he took you by your arm and dragged you out of the ladies room. You were still self aware enough to follow him without making a fuss. You were not looking for that type of attention. You couldn’t control your tears though, they were running down your face without your permission.

Frankie walked you towards the exit of the bar, telling the others he was taking you back home cause you weren’t feeling well. The look on your face sold the lie pretty effectively. On the drive home, neither of you talked to the other. Frankie was holding the steering wheel so tight, his knuckles were turning white. As for you, you were fighting the high that was crashing down your veins. Your head was spinning , you almost fainted every time Frankie did a stiff turn. It’s almost like he did it on purpose. When you finally arrived home , he got out of the truck, slammed his door, walked around the truck to your side , opened your door and pulled you out of it. You don’t think you ever seen him that angry. Your breathing was frenetic, your heart was beating unevenly, but you kept up the pace and followed him inside the house.

« I can’t believe you think that I don’t fucking care!! » he screamed at you the second the front door was closed.

You jumped at his anger. You were shaking from head to toe , partially because you were scared of him, partially because of the drugs you took.

He walked to the living room and sat on the couch , letting his whole body weight drop on the piece of furniture. He placed his elbows on his knees and rubbed his face in his hands. You were walking behind the couch , pacing back and forth , attempting to get your high out of your system.

« I do care » you barely heard him. You stopped to look at him. Looking at his back, you could see his shoulders move slightly up and down. » ~ Is he crying?~

« Frankie? »

You walked around the couch to face him. You knelt before him to be at his level. He was crying. Your heart cracked.

« Frankie, talk to me. » you started to cry too.

« It’s my fault , all that happened is my fault. That’s why I can’t talk to you. I feel so fucking guilty »

You took his hands off his face and held them in your hands, he didn’t look at you, he was fixing the floor.

« What are you talking about? Nothing is your fault. I’m so sorry Frankie , I’m a jerk, I should not put this on you, you don’t have to sleep with me to fix me »

« It’s not just that. It’s what happened too. I know you don’t want to talk about it , but I need to. I need to tell you that I’m sorry I let it happen, I’m so sorry » he managed to say while sobbing.

« You were duck tapped to a chair Frankie. There was nothing you could do » you told him while bringing your hands on both sides of his face.

« That’s the point, why the fuck did I think it was a good idea to let him strap me to that chair? I knew the guy was a fuck up, I should have known that he would go this far, I’m so sorry » he cried out.

At this point your high was almost a thing of the past. You felt your heart rate slowly go back to normal. Your were able to focus on your words and choose them more wisely .

« Stop it Frankie. It’s not your fault. The only thing I blame you for is that you stopped loving me. »

He stopped crying to look at you.

« I never stopped. I still do » he told you with sadness in his eyes.

« Even now ? After all I did? » you didn’t believe him.

« Yes, I do. Never stopped. Never will. » he was being honest, you knew by reading it in his eyes.

You were still holding his face , you were so close to him , it was only natural for you to lean into him and kiss his lips. The kiss was intense , he lifted you from the floor by your arms and helped you straddle him on the couch. Once in your new position, the kiss intensified even more, all tongues and teeth. Both your hands were roaming everywhere on each other’s body.

« I want you so bad Frankie » you whispered in his ear. He dropped his hands on both side of his body, rested his head on the back of the couch, pulling his lips away from yours. You stopped yourself to look at him.

« I see… you still don’t want this… » you said , pushing yourself away from him, but he stopped you in your move.

« I do want this. Been wanting this for so long , it’s almost sad. I will still want this very much tomorrow too, when you’ll be sober and I’ll be sure that that’s really what you want too » he said reaching for your face and resting his forehead on yours.

« Let’s go to bed and see what you want tomorrow » you already knew what you wanted but you respected his wish. You blotted yourself against him in his bed and fell asleep very fast against the heat of his body.

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The morning came and you woke up with your body pressed against Frankie’s back. Your arm was wrapped around his waist , your hand resting on his bare skin. It felt good, it felt right. You were breathing at the same pace, his warmth was soothing, his skin was soft.

Frankie felt it when you woke up, he felt how your body wasn’t as relaxed behind him. He was waiting for you to do something, say something, but you didn’t move, you stayed there, hugging him tight. He was feeling at home in your arms.

Last night was on your mind, the events were all over the place in your memories. The only moments standing out were the ones starring Frankie. How angry he was when he found you in that bathroom. How vulnerable he was when he told you about his guilt and his feelings for you. How hungry his mouth felt on you when he kissed you on the couch ~let’s see if you still want this tomorrow morning~ You still very much want this.

Your hand slowly brushed his belly then went upward to his chest.

“Frankie? You awake?” you whispered

“Hey, I am.” He said softly while sliding his fingers between yours, holding your hand against his chest. You two stayed like that for a while , holding each other close. You broke the comfortable silence first

“I’m sorry for last night”

“You already apologized, many times, I already told you that you didn’t have to” he replied, still with a soft voice , not an hint of impatience in his tone.

“Frankie” you said while pulling on his shoulder so he could face you. When his eyes were in yours you added “I still want this”. He smiled.

“You sure?” You nodded yes.

He turned his body all the way to face you. His soft brown eyes never leaving yours. His hand came to rest on the side of your face, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw, his fingers were starting to lace themselves into the hair behind your head. He pulled you closer to him and kissed your lips tenderly. He could kiss you like that for hours, you wouldn’t mind, you would even ask for more. The kisses weren’t like the ones you shared the night before, your mouths were barely open, no tongue, just his soft lips on yours. His lips, they were sweet, they were taking their time, they were love.

He slowly moved his body over yours, one knee sliding between your legs. He was resting on his elbows , both hands in your hair, never breaking the kiss. Your hands made their way from his waist, to his chest, ending their road to the back of his neck. Frankie felt a jolt of electricity run into his spine and he deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue between your already opened lips. You moaned in his mouth when he used his other knee to spread your legs under him. He rolled his hips against yours, making you well aware of his arousal, making yours triple in strength. You slipped one hand between your two bodies and brushed his length over his boxers, the feeling of his size against your touch made you drip between your legs.

“Wait y/n , wait.” he asked his lips leaving yours for the first time since his first kiss.

You felt a wave of panic rushing through your heart ~he’s pushing me away again?~

“I want this to be about you, your pleasure. I want to eat you out, is that okay?”

“Oh” was all that came out of your mouth. ~ Oohhh~

You stopped at his words, placing your hand back on his neck. None of your exes were very fond of the activity , you never had the chance to come undone that way. They always made you feel like it took you too long to get there, but deep down you knew they just didn’t like it and it was a major turn off. You felt self conscious about being too wet , about the way you tasted or smelled. The whole thing was suppose to be fun for you, but it always felt forced and not pleasurable at all.

« You don’t have to Frankie » You told him

« I want to, I want to make you feel good and to make you come all over my tongue baby »

You almost rolled your eyes at his words ~ain’t that what they all say ~ you thought , but something in his tone made you think he was really serious about it.

He took a pillow and threw it on the floor, he knelt on it at the bottom of the bed, grabbed you by your thighs and dragged you towards him. You were nervous, your legs were all stiff under his touch. He hooked his fingers at the hem of your panties and carefully slid them down your legs to take them off. You felt exposed, like he could see you into your most vulnerable state. Your eyes wandered to your bare leg ~fuck that scar is so fucking ugly~ you thought, but before your mind could go to him, you heard Frankie’s low voice:

“Relax baby, let me look at you.” he said while gently rubbing your thighs, opening them up wider.

You lifted yourself on one elbow and tipped his head forward with your free hand to force him to look at you:

« I’m sorry Frankie, I’m not good at this, it always takes me too long, you really don’t have to do this » you told him with a nervous shake in your voice.

He looked at you with a devilish grin and dark eyes:« Oh baby, they obviously were not good at this , not you »

He ducked his head between your legs before you could say anything else and took a long lap from your wet hole to your swollen clit. You moaned loudly at the sensation, your back arched and your head tilted back touching the bed. Your need to argue about this disappeared and you let yourself fall back into the bed.

He pulled you closer to his face again, his arms firmly wrapped around your legs, pinning you down to the mattress so you couldn’t move. He slid two fingers through your folds and used your slick as lubricant to gently rub your clit.

« Hummm, so wet for me already »

He painted small circles around it with his fingers, steady in speed and pressure, gentle but firm, you were already feeling your core get warm , you were surprised at how fast he got you there. He took your right leg and hooked it on his shoulders, opening you up even more.

The way he played with your clit alone could have take you all the way to your climax, but then he made the experience even better when he buried his tongue inside of you, rolling it against your walls , twisting his neck to touch every inch that he could reach inside of you. The sounds coming out of your mouth were unholy. He unwrapped his arms and slid his hands under your ass , lifting you up against his face so he could have a better angle while he eats you out like a starved man. You were so drenched, you could feel your juices run down between your thighs and cheeks. You felt ashamed for a second but the feeling vanished into thin air when Frankie lapped your skin clean .

« hummmmm, you taste so good cariño ». He murmured over your opened sex before plunging his tongue back into you.

Your head was spinning , the sensation was one you never felt before, there was no room for feeling self conscious anymore, he was genuinely loving to eat you out. You let yourself relax completely and indulge in the pleasure, moaning his name repeatedly.

« God Fran… Frankie. That feels so good. »

He felt your legs start to shake around his face so he stopped.

« Not yet beautiful, I’m not done with you »

You lifted your head from the bed to look at him, he was smiling, his beard shining with your arousal, the view turned your cheeks on fire. You dropped back on the bad

“Please don’t stop Frankie, I’m so close”

He licked you up and down again using both the top and the underside of his tongue and then he was focusing all his energy on your clit. Swirling the tip of his tongue around it , switching to pushing it flat against it, putting as much pressure as he could while making « s » motions with his head. He moved his left hand over your pelvis and used his fingers to pull at your skin to lift the hood of your sensitive bud, exposing it completely. He blew air on it a few times , teasing you, the sensation made you jerk your hips up with surprise, he then licked it softly and sucked on it gently making you shake again against his warm mouth.

« Now, you’re gonna come for me baby, come all over my hand and mouth » he said barely lifting his lips off of you, his low voice vibrating into your fluttering cunt.

You felt his right hand leave your skin to come around your leg to your entrance, and then he pushed a finger inside of you , never taking his mouth off of you,then he slid a second finger and curled them up against the soft spot inside of you. Your vision blurred as your orgasm started to rise in your lower stomach, you were trembling under his hands like a distant earthquake. He felt it, making him pump his fingers a little bit faster in and out of you, pushing them deeper to rub you harder on that swollen spot inside with the soft pad of his fingertips.

« That’s it baby, that’s it, come for me » he hushed against your clit.

That’s when it hits you like a tsunami:

« Aaahhhhh FUCK Frankie!!! »

Your mind went blank , your breath got caught in your throat and then silence. Just like when the water recoil into the depth of the ocean before coming back to cause wreckage. A massive wave of pleasure came crashing into you, starting from that sweet spot Frankie was brushing with his fingertips, to your stomach and then to your breasts. The blood rush flooding into your head, you felt your heartbeat drum everywhere: in your hands, in your throat, in your temples. Your orgasm rolled over your entire body , making you shiver and moan his name like a song.

You didn’t realize how much juice was coming out of you, while the last wave ran through you.

« That’s it baby , wow! You soaked the bed for me!» he said slowing down his pumping motion while he kissed your clit one last time.

You were still panting for air, when you felt his lips on you jaw.

« Look what you did to my hand baby » he said showing you his hand , spreading his fingers open so you could see the wet sticky slick all over it.

« Open your mouth » he asked. You knew what he was doing, with someone else you would be grossed out at the idea of tasting yourself, but with him, with him it was hot and filthy. You opened your mouth as soon as his fingers touched your lips and sucked at his fingers tasting yourself for the first time. He took his fingers out of your mouth and slid them into his and licked them clean before crashing his lips into yours. The kiss was slow and deep , it felt comforting, you felt safe with him. He broke the kiss and looked you straight in the eyes.

“I love you , you know that , right ?” He said resting his forehead against yours.

“I always loved you”

“I know Frankie.” You paused. “I love you too”.

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Interrogation 4

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Summary: Frankie Morales x Reader (mention of the other TF boys)

You and Frankie are caught off guard at the safe house. The aftermath of what happened leads you to a very dark place. In this chapter, the Miller brothers are back!

Warnings for this specific chapter: PTSD, hyper sexualisation, drug use, swearing. 🔥SMUT (it’s happening guys!!) 🔥 Fluff too 😏

{Masterlist}

You got off your bed and met Santi in the hallway on your way to the bathroom.

“Holy … wow , what kind of movie did you go to?” He asked in a playful tone making circle motions around your face with his index”

“You look better then you did 5 minutes ago” Santi teased you.

“Are you okay ?” Pope asked you.

“Yeah, I can’t find my phone. Can you call me?”

————///————

“Benny!”

He dropped the trash back into the car and reached out to pull you into a hug. Will smiled at you and then his eyes went up to look over your heads.

“Pope! Catfish! Nice to see you again guys” said Will when the boys came out of the house not long after you did.

You ignored them, enjoying Benny’s warm hug and the safe feeling it was providing you.

“Y/n, I missed you so much! Are you okay? He asked while his hand reached to touch your thigh. You held your breath… He knew about your injury. Someone told him. You were mortified.

“Ah! Humm. I’m alright.” You answered holding back your tears ~Shit, why am I so emotional lately? ~

————///————

“Hey! Sweetie!! We’re all waiting for you down here. Are you ready!?!?” Benny screamed from the first step of the stairs .

« Come on now!!! You’re pretty enough! We’re gonna leave without you!!! » Will screamed with a touch of impatience in his voice.

« Are you okay baby? »

« Do you have some on you? » you asked without waiting.

« I do pretty lady! Want me to prep a line for you? »

« I can do it » you told him extending a hand towards him. He gave you the small bag and you worked on the lines before his impressed eyes.

« Yeah, no. Don’t worry about them. Take off your pants. » ~ that’s the second time you said those words at this location~

« Frankie? » you jumped , holding your face in your hands.

« WTF is going on? » he spewed with anger.

« Hey , hey , calm down man. She’s consenting to this » blond dealer told Frankie trying to cool the vibe off. It didn’t help.

« You put that dick back in your pants before I break your neck » Frankie snapped at the poor guy.

« Y/n , come on, we’re leaving » he ordered you.

« No Frankie, let me be. You don’t even care. »

« What? » This time he was beyond himself « I don’t care you say?? »

« I can’t believe you think that I don’t fucking care!! » he screamed at you the second the front door was closed.

You jumped at his anger. You were shaking from head to toe , partially because you were scared of him, partially because of the drugs you took.

« I do care » you barely heard him. You stopped to look at him. Looking at his back, you could see his shoulders move slightly up and down. » ~ Is he crying?~

« Frankie? »

You walked around the couch to face him. You knelt before him to be at his level. He was crying. Your heart cracked.

« Frankie, talk to me. » you started to cry too.

« It’s my fault , all that happened is my fault. That’s why I can’t talk to you. I feel so fucking guilty »

You took his hands off his face and held them in your hands, he didn’t look at you, he was fixing the floor.

« What are you talking about? Nothing is your fault. I’m so sorry Frankie , I’m a jerk, I should not put this on you, you don’t have to sleep with me to fix me »

« You were duck tapped to a chair Frankie. There was nothing you could do » you told him while bringing your hands on both sides of his face.

At this point your high was almost a thing of the past. You felt your heart rate slowly go back to normal. Your were able to focus on your words and choose them more wisely .

« Stop it Frankie. It’s not your fault. The only thing I blame you for is that you stopped loving me. »

He stopped crying to look at you.

« I never stopped. I still do » he told you with sadness in his eyes.

« Even now ? After all I did? » you didn’t believe him.

« Yes, I do. Never stopped. Never will. » he was being honest, you knew by reading it in his eyes.

« I see… you still don’t want this… » you said , pushing yourself away from him, but he stopped you in your move.

————///————

Your hand slowly brushed his belly then went upward to his chest.

“Frankie? You awake?” you whispered

“I’m sorry for last night”

“You already apologized, many times, I already told you that you didn’t have to” he replied, still with a soft voice , not an hint of impatience in his tone.

“Frankie” you said while pulling on his shoulder so he could face you. When his eyes were in yours you added “I still want this”. He smiled.

“You sure?” You nodded yes.

“Wait y/n , wait.” he asked his lips leaving yours for the first time since his first kiss.

You felt a wave of panic rushing through your heart ~he’s pushing me away again?~

“I want this to be about you, your pleasure. I want to eat you out, is that okay?”

“Oh” was all that came out of your mouth. ~ Oohhh~

« You don’t have to Frankie » You told him

« I want to, I want to make you feel good and to make you come all over my tongue baby »

You almost rolled your eyes at his words ~ain’t that what they all say ~ you thought , but something in his tone made you think he was really serious about it.

“Relax baby, let me look at you.” he said while gently rubbing your thighs, opening them up wider.

You lifted yourself on one elbow and tipped his head forward with your free hand to force him to look at you:

« I’m sorry Frankie, I’m not good at this, it always takes me too long, you really don’t have to do this » you told him with a nervous shake in your voice.

He looked at you with a devilish grin and dark eyes:« Oh baby, they obviously were not good at this , not you »

« Hummm, so wet for me already »

« hummmmm, you taste so good cariño ». He murmured over your opened sex before plunging his tongue back into you.

« God Fran… Frankie. That feels so good. »

He felt your legs start to shake around his face so he stopped.

« Not yet beautiful, I’m not done with you »

You lifted your head from the bed to look at him, he was smiling, his beard shining with your arousal, the view turned your cheeks on fire. You dropped back on the bad

“Please don’t stop Frankie, I’m so close”

« Now, you’re gonna come for me baby, come all over my hand and mouth » he said barely lifting his lips off of you, his low voice vibrating into your fluttering cunt.

« That’s it baby, that’s it, come for me » he hushed against your clit.

That’s when it hits you like a tsunami:

« Aaahhhhh FUCK Frankie!!! »

You didn’t realize how much juice was coming out of you, while the last wave ran through you.

« That’s it baby , wow! You soaked the bed for me!» he said slowing down his pumping motion while he kissed your clit one last time.

You were still panting for air, when you felt his lips on you jaw.

« Look what you did to my hand baby » he said showing you his hand , spreading his fingers open so you could see the wet sticky slick all over it.

“I love you , you know that , right ?” He said resting his forehead against yours.

“I always loved you”

“I know Frankie.” You paused. “I love you too”.

Tag List @rosaliedepp @hiroikegawa @harriedandharassed @casa-boiardi

#frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #santiago garcia #benny miller #will miller #triple frontier #triple frontier imagines #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal rpf

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