#Free things to do in Santiago

[macfrog]

backspin | bbf!frankie

surprise! we're taking a quick detour to fuck around with our brother's best friend again. what else is new.

pairing: bbf!frankie morales x fem!reader summary: you try to get even with frankie. it works. warnings: reader is santiago's younger sister, she and frankie do not get along, enemies to lovers, mention of throwing up, alcohol consumption, cursing, oral, more dickhead frankie and more sassy reader word count: 6.3k

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So, you fucked around with Frankie.

It’s no big deal, right? It was just a one-time thing. There was tension, you guys relieved it. Scratched an itch. Served a purpose. You still fucking hate the guy, and he still fucking hates you.

Nothing’s changed.

Right?

Mal sprays wine all over the kitchen table when you tell her. Gargles a, Sorry – fuck – sorry, through what little of the alcohol is left in her mouth.

You wipe your face clean in the crook of your elbow. It’s in your fucking eyelashes. You blink the room back into focus, and – “Jesus, Mal!”

Dark droplets teeter around the edge of the table, threatening to plunge straight down onto your mom’s chair cushions – thus damning you to her very own personal hell for all eternity. You can feel the flames licking at your feet already.

Your best friend rips a sheet of paper towel and drags it over the wood – white bleeding violet at the first swipe. “Why’d you tell me as I was taking a sip?”

“I didn’t think you’d fucking hose me down,” you hiss, taking the soaked crumple from her hands.

“You didn’t think I’d be a little surprised that you and Catfish Morales hooked up? Are you fucking ser–? Actually, you know what? I’m not that surprised.”

You glare at her from the sink, upper lip curled.

Mallory Bennett has been privy to your every thought since you were six years old. Hand in hand, arms swinging as you marched into first grade together.

Most days, you barely have to open your mouth – one flinching expression, one flash of eye contact, and she can parrot your own thoughts back to you.

Francisco Morales going down on you two nights ago is the first thing you’ve ever had to confess to her. It’s the first thing she never saw coming.

“Shut up,” you breathe, eventually thawing and sweeping over to your chair. The table sticks to your arms when you sit back down.

“There’s a lot to unpack there, alright? A lot of tension. I mean, you gotta fuckin’ feel it. You two hate each other’s guts! And you’re both single, and you’re only here for two weeks. And – he’s Santi’s best friend. It’s just…it’s the perfect storm.”

Another exasperated sigh passes your lips. You settle back, eyes closed, and lift your palm. “Enough. I’ve heard enough.”

“You wouldn’t’ve told me if you didn’t wanna talk about it. Was he good?”

“Mal.”

“Was he?”

“I was drunk. I don’t remember.”

“Bullshit.” Her face screws up; the gold hoops wobble from her ears. “Like hell you don’t remember. Tell me.”

Your eyes slip from her over to Ange. The old pup pushes herself to her feet with a huff, her joints stiff and bones frail. She moseys over to your side. You scratch the back of the dog’s neck, shrugging to Mal.

“Maybe if you hadn’t cheated your way to a free round of drinks, I’d remember enough to share.”

“Fuck you,” she snorts, voice rounded by her wine glass. “Maybe that just means you gotta do it again – sober.”

You scoff.

Angie looks up at you – watery eyes blinking, tail slowly fanning.

Mal’s already recounting the time Frankie snitched on the two of you for raiding your mom’s makeup bag. She waves her hands in the air, eyes bulging.

Do it again. The thought actually makes you want to laugh.

You and Frankie – you and Catfish, hooking up again. As if the first time wasn’t a total mishap, the biggest mistake in judgement you think you’ve ever made.

He drove you home, he made you come, he left.

One nil, right? You have one up on him. You got yours, and he probably went home and jerked off to the thought of it. Alone in his room, tongue licking at the corners of his mouth where he could still taste your release.

You won.

You won, against Frankie Morales.

“…and then fuckin’ – Pope tried to help us tidy it up, remember? He was scrubbing the hell outta the lipstick on the mirror. But that asshole – Frankie,” she seethes, “he went downstairs as soon as your mom came home. As soon as she…And he fucking ratted!”

She growls, balls her fists. Screws her eyes tight shut like the enraged eight-year-old she was back then. She still has the same little crease between her brows. “What the hell got into you that night? We hate him, junior!”

Ange slumps to the floor with a sigh.

“Me too, girl,” you mutter to her, twirling the base of your glass. You look back up at the crazed woman opposite. “I don’t know,” you insist. “I was drunk, we were on our own…It just happened, alright?”

Her shoulders roll in a shrug. She lifts her glass to clink the neck of the bottle against the rim, purple wine spilling in a swirl. “Maybe it’s the start of something.”

You scoff. “Mal. Come on.”

“I’m serious. Perfect storm.”

“Nope. No storm. Stop that.”

She jabs a tipsy finger in your direction. “Let me get this straight. You’re telling me that you messed around with your arch fucking menesis– arch fucking…with – with Frankie, and you just – still feel nothing for him?”

“No,” you admit, “I feel plenty for him. I hate his fucking guts. I used to wish every birthday that he’d disappear. One time in church, when Father Joseph told everybody to bow their heads ‘n pray, I actually asked God to kill him for me.”

“Not Father Joseph!” Mal shrieks, grinning. “He was so fucking hot, by the way, for a dude with no hair. When the sunlight caught that cueball just right…that was a real fucking miracle. Goddamn.”

You bat her snicker away. “Me and Frankie used to brawl so bad that our moms had to separate us,” you continue. “I had to sit in the front seat if we drove anywhere – and that still didn’t stop him! He’d reach around the headrest and flick my fucking ear.”

“You gave as good as you got, though. I’m surprised he can even still get hard, the number of times your foot…” She swings her leg and kicks your thigh softly. “He was an ass, I know.”

“He was an ass then, he’s still an ass now. That’s all there is to it.”

“Okay,” Mal concedes. Her dark, glossy hair surfs around the lip of her wine glass when she leans in. “But you wouldn’t’ve told me unless it was still on your mind. ‘s all I’m saying.”

You throw yourself back with a quick, angry shake of your head. Your tongue flicks over your top lip.

“All I’m saying,” she repeats, holding her hands up.

But I won, you think – in a petulant little whine. Like you could shake your fists and stamp your feet at the same time. You got one up on him. He – he made you…

He made you come. He saw you. Felt you. Tasted you.

He knows what you sound like, whimpering his fucking name. Drunk on him, begging him not to stop. And now, the image of him fisting his cock over the memory of it feels less like a victory, and more like –

Another fucking loss.

You have no idea what he looks like, coming undone. No clue what his fragmented moans sound like as they tear from the bottom of his throat and rain down over you. You don’t know the weight of him in your hands, the wet slip of his tip as he leaks over your tongue.

Mal’s onto something new. Taken by a Facebook post from some girl you went to high school with. Biggest head I ever saw on a fucking baby, she mutters, wincing and then sprinkling a handful of salted peanuts on her tongue.

Frankie’s cocky smirk clouds over the sight of her at the opposite end of your kitchen table.

Francisco fucking Morales. The asshole wins again.

All at once, you hear his rotten little jeers in your ear – curbed painfully by his middle finger searing across your lobe. You feel his heavy palm on your skull, fingers scrunching roughly into your scalp.

A temper boils between your ears, heavy over your head. It feels juvenile, as if it’s armed with a Barbie in one fist and a juice box in the other. Sunken and wallowing in shame and rage, red-hot waves which wash over you as Mal cackles at some video on her phone.

You feel Frankie’s hands around your legs; the flicks of his hair tickling the inside of your thighs. The swarm of butterflies deep in your belly as you watched his figure swagger back across the street to his truck.

Loss after loss after loss. Each one wearing a satisfied smirk and a Standard Oil baseball cap.

Each one staining deeper than red wine in varnished oak.

You grit your teeth.

Frankie –

fucking –

Morales.

Santi floats the idea of a barbecue. Because of course he fucking does.

He says his place is too small, too many neighbors in earshot – and as long as Ms. Teller takes both hearing aids out, she won’t even know it’s happening.

“Just the guys ‘n us,” he chirps. “You, me, Will, Benny…Fran-kie…?”

You gag down the line. Body instinct whenever his name is mentioned, worsened by the latest developments in your relations. Ange glances up from her spot beneath the oak tree – her milky fur stark against the velvet green grass.

Santi chokes on a laugh. “Mal, too, if that helps with the Catfish thing.”

You lean the phone on your collarbone, sitting forward to apply a second coat of polish to your toes. The red gloss shines in the early morning light. “He is not welcome in my house.”

“First off: not your house. Second –”

“My house for the next eleven days.”

He says your name flatly. It sounds like a door being slammed. It shuts you up as though you’re nine again. “…Second: he won’t be in the house. He’ll be in the backyard.”

“You owe me,” you protest. “For ditching me the other night. I’m cashing in, Santiago. You want a cookout? No Frankie.”

Your brother sighs. “And how am I supposed to explain that to him, hermana?”

“Don’t,” you tell him. “What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him.”

Santi mutters something incoherent, though you know from the razor-sharp tone of voice that it’s no compliment. Still – he’s a man of his word.

Eventually he agrees: no Frankie at the barbecue.

The store is chilly, plucking goosebumps along your arms.

You round the aisles, scanning your list. You’ve been battling with a janky front wheel which has squealed and veered off-course at every fucking turn. It almost mowed over an elderly woman in the meat aisle.

You’ve cleared most of what Santi told you to get. Drinks, ice, buns, meat, corn on the cob. He wanted to use Mom’s dinner plates – but that, you countered, runs the risk of them being scraped, chipped, or worst of all, smashed.

That’s not a risk you’re willing to take. So you’ve piled in some paper plates and plastic cutlery, too – just to be on the safe side.

The cashier cuts a familiar figure at the checkout: her navy apron and full-cheek grin. She’s a staple sight from your childhood – a pair of dimples and sweet giggle trailing after you as you’d follow your mom’s skirt back out to the parking lot.

Her eyes widen and she clasps her hands when she notices you approaching. “Well, would you look who it is?” she sings.

“Hey, Pol,” you say, fanning yourself with your scrawled shopping list. “How you doing?”

The belt jolts your supplies closer to her bejeweled fingers.

“Same as always, honey. Rockin’ and rollin’. What brings you back to town?”

“Housesitting, dog-sitting…Santi-sitting. Mom and Dad are on a cruise.”

“Oh, that’s right,” she says, nodding. “She told me last week. Caribbean, right?”

You nod, sucking a deep, unenthused breath in.

Pol hums, smiling to herself as she clicks the barcode for your hotdogs into her computer. She begins telling you what her granddaughter thinks of second grade – her two times table and the tadpoles they’re keeping in class.

Your eyes sweep around the store as she chats. Everything looks the way it always did, a time capsule from the nineties. Speckled floor and fluorescent lights; placards hanging overhead which sway each time the great glass doors pull open.

Baskets of fruit and veg lined alongside a lawn set on offer. Beside that, heaps of flowers and stacked planters. Beside those, a discarded shopping cart. And beside that –

Frankie fucking Morales.

Well – the silhouette of him. It’s pretty bright outside. But you’d recognize the outline of that dumb baseball cap anywhere. He’s talking to one of the assistants.

You hand Pol the cash Santiago gave you, and she trades it for a receipt. Dumping your bags back into your cart, you nod to her in thanks and stalk off towards the sliding doors.

Frankie tosses and twirls a pack of cigarettes in his hand. The assistant is telling him about some big college football game.

Your grip tightens on the janky-wheeled cart. You feel your skin begin to heat; prickling all over your arms, flushing down between your shoulder blades. Gathering somewhere south of there.

But you walk by him with purpose, choosing to ignore that warm feeling. Choosing to ignore…him.

He doesn’t turn. Thankfully.

The doors grant you exit and you give your cart one good shove across the threshold, back out into blinding daylight and sticky heat.

“Alright, man,” Frankie’s voice calls from behind. “Good talkin’ to ya.”

You nail your eye on the car. It’s, like, fifteen paces. You can make it fifteen steps without having to deal with him, right? If you take longer strides, it’s probably more like ten.

Ten steps, and then you’re in the sanctuary of your car. You don’t have to see, speak to, or deal with him.

So why are you slowing down?

You’re slowing down. You are. You’re borderline fucking loitering. Quietly hoping he’ll notice, catch up, maybe talk to –

You click the unlock button. The car beeps in response.

Five steps out. The front wheel is rattling. You’re doing your best to ignore it.

Four.

Three.

The wheel spins, flitting like a confused compass needle, and stops dead in the opposite direction. The cart hurtles out of your grip for less than a second before you recover it and haul it close to your car, cursing under your breath.

But a force – stronger, steadier – reaches around your body and takes hold of the thing. It guides it back to course. A force which, when it speaks, sounds a shit ton like –

“Woah, lil Santi,” Frankie mutters, and your chest leaps.

You freeze in your tracks. His weight is still around your back. He’s right fucking there, when you turn to look.

The brim of his cap bumps against your head. He steps back with a smirk on his face. He’s so fucking smug, you could slap him. “You tryna cause a goddamn accident with that thing?”

You pull a disingenuous smile. “Hey, Fish. Ever tried minding your own business?”

He feigns a wounded sound and clutches his chest. “Ouch. I’m just looking out for ya.”

“Feels more like you’re pestering me.” You pull on the door handle and slot the first bag along the backseat.

Frankie lifts his chin, peering in at the contents. The star-spangled plated, the dripping bags of ice. “Having a party?” he asks, one eyebrow cocked.

You yank the bag from his sight, spinning to push it alongside the others. “Nope.”

He crosses his arms. “Sure looks like you’re having one.”

“Well, I’m not.” You slam the door and turn back to him, staring blankly.

“Forgot,” he sniffs, “you need friends to have a party.”

“Hilarious. Those shit jokes how you make all your friends?”

He nods, impressed. Pouts his lips like an annoying little fish. Suits his stupid fucking nickname. “Then why’d Benny call ‘n ask if I’ll be at Pope’s parents’ tonight?”

Shit. Fucking – Benny.

You sigh, eyes rolling closed. Your fingers massage your temples. “It’s not…it’s…”

“Cookout, right? Yeah. That stings, baby. No call, no text. You owe me, remember?”

“I owe you jack sh–”

“Two drinks,” Frankie clips, holding a finger up to shush you. “Three, if you count saving your car from one hell of a scratch.”

“Fuck off,” you breathe, and then give voice to, “It’s a small gathering of friends, and – now you, apparently.”

He sways forward, bumping the cart into your hip. “You need me to bring anything?”

You heave it straight back at him, hopefully hard enough to bruise. “Tranquilizer gun, if you’ve got one.”

“Can get something even stronger, if it’s a party you’re after.”

Your eyes thin. “Wouldn’t be my mom’s favorite for much longer if she found out you were doing coke in her backyard.”

Frankie smiles. That trademark Catfish grin. “I’ve done worse in her kitchen, baby.”

He’s so goddamn cocky. So full of it, it makes you want to scream. He studies you, eyes shadowed by his cap. His hair flicks out around his ears, dark curls doused in golden sunlight.

When your eyes trace the shape of his jaw, the wiry hair above his top lip – the faint flicker of a memory glows across your skin.

The weight of his hand on your stomach, pinning you to the bed. The bristling feeling ghosting the inside of your thighs. Your desperate wet, his tongue covering ground across your body like claiming territory.

Every shade of wrong. Ignoring every atom in your body – betraying every version of yourself for ten minutes of euphoria. He brought every numb nerve under your skin to attention, the second he knelt between your knees.

But he’s looking at you now, the same way he did the other night. It’s boyish and dangerous. A naked match just waiting to fall.

Maybe you’re waiting for an excuse to drop it.

Frankie gives his cap a quick tug, and makes off for his truck.

“See you at seven, Garcia.”

Daylight melts into dusk and with it, goes the sharp sting of summer. A pale blue rolls across the horizon, covering the yard in a hazy sort of chill. A relieving breeze, like satin over newly burned skin.

You’re still fucking sweating.

“Are you going to help me, or you just gonna lie there and text your girlfriend?” you call across the yard.

The dark figure spilling over the edge of the hammock grunts in response.

“Santi.”

Your brother groans, rolling free from the marigold fabric. He strides across the lawn, swinging an arm down to ruffle Ange’s ears. “Not a girlfriend,” he says, slipping his phone into his back pocket. “She’s…she’s more of a…”

You lift your hand. “Not something I need to know.”

He laughs and looks at the spread on the table. He lifts the corner of a tricolor napkin, straightens a plastic fork. The foil over the hamburger buns crinkles. “We did a good job. Looks great.”

“We?” You scoff, slapping his wrist away. “Yeah, me and the fucking dog, more like.”

“How much did it all come to? The food and shit?”

You shrug. “Like, forty dollars. I don’t know.”

“Gave you sixty. Where’s my change?”

You frown, hands on your hips. “If you don’t know how to budget properly, that’s not my problem.”

“And if you don’t know when to just lie and say you spent it all, that’s not mine. Twenty bucks, kid.” He holds his hand out, fingers beckoning.

The squeal of the gate interrupts, followed by a barrage of voices. Will and Benny and Mal and – as you lean back to watch them parade through the yard, you spot the figure of Frankie at their heels.

“Pope?” Will calls. “Pope, do me a favor. Remind me which one of us threw up at Busch Gardens that one time. Remember – right after we rode Gwazi?”

Santiago chuckles. “I remember Mallory wearing her raspberry slushie.”

Will guffaws in Mal’s face.

“I spit up!” she protests. “I spit up in a flowerbed. I was not wearing my slushie.”

“You were fluorescent pink the whole day,” Will says. He slings an arm around your shoulders. “You remember, lil Santi?”

You frown. Yeah, you fucking remember.

You remember being forced to sit between Frankie and Mal the entire way home. Santiago got dibs on the front seat by pretending he was carsick, and Mal had to sit by an open window so she didn’t stink your dad’s car out with all her raspberry-flavored puke.

You and Frankie bickered the whole journey. Both absolutely certain that the other was leaning too far over your seats. Your dad vowed he’d never let you both in his car at the same time, ever again.

“Mhm,” you grit, shooting daggers at your best friend.

She mouths a Sorry, and then places her salad bowl in the middle of the table. “Enough about throwing up. I’m starving. Let’s eat.”

The boys spend twenty minutes arguing over how the barbecue works, before a single bit of food is cooked. You and Mal watch from the table, sneaking Ange slices of cheese and giggling when Will and Benny break into their fifth argument of the night.

Santi and Frankie take charge, shoving the brothers out of the way.

Pope passes over the meat, while Frankie mans the grill. He lifts his cap and wipes his brow with his bicep, giving his head a shake as he flips burgers and turns sausages.

And no, you’re not watching him. You’re focused on Mal and her story about some guy from work. Or – it might be a guy from her yoga class. The instructor, maybe? You’re not sure. Frankie just flapped the collar of his shirt and the hem lifted, exposing a sliver of his tummy.

You’re not watching him, though.

He runs his tongue along his top lip, focusing on the sizzle and spatter of the grill. His arm tenses, turning the tongs over and over. Wide shoulders stretch when he reaches for a plate.

He’s laughing quietly at whatever Santi’s babbling about at his side. His eyes are stuck on the barbecue in front of him. His fingers twirl around the tongs again. He never looked so lean and so broad and so fucking different, all at once.

Weird different. Good different?

You feel your cheeks flush with heat. This time, it’s not so much anger, as it is –

Oh, shit.

Mal gets up for a refill at the same time Santiago jogs inside to grab more meat. You and Frankie are alone on the patio – Will and Benny are kicking a ball for Ange to chase on the grass.

Morales turns, and you instantly stare down at your beer. You take a forceful swig as he approaches.

“Hotdog?” he asks, holding a plate down to you.

“Huh?”

He glares at you and scoffs. “Are you dumb? Hotdog.” He slips it onto the table in front of you.

You squint at the grill marks, and then squint up at Frankie. Puzzled and…offended, at the same time. You come back to your body with a jolt. “Why the hell are you–? Have you laced it with something?”

He shoots a glance over his shoulder, tongue between his teeth. “No, I haven’t fucking laced it with anything. I just figured you should have the first one, since you put all this on for us. But – Jesus, give me it.”

Your fingers lock around the paper plate when he tries to steal it back. For all that he’s a dick and might actually try to poison you – you’re fucking starving.

You figure you can stomach the poison.

Frankie sighs. He lets go. “I’m tryna be nice, alright? You know nice?”

“I know nice. You’re not it.”

“Shut up and eat your hotdog, lil Santi.”

You mimic him in a squeak as he strolls off, shaking his head. Still, the second he’s back at the grill, you rip into the hotdog.

Frankie stays at the opposite end of the table for the entire meal – closest seat to the barbecue, and furthest seat from you. There’s too much chatter, too much hilarity being thrown back and forth between you for either of you to kick up a row.

Probably better for the guys’ sakes, but – you want to fucking row.

It’s like a hit, now. A rush of electricity, any time Frankie looks at you for longer than it takes his face to twist into a grimace. You’re hunting for ways to ignite something – anything. Looking for an excuse to drop that naked match and set the whole thing alight.

Because it’s fun, when you’re in the heat of it. Feeling his eyes on you, as hot and angry as flames. Being suffocated by the smoke of it all; breathing in less and less air and more…him.

And, anyway – who knows you better than the one person who pisses you off the most?

As the sun is snuffed by the heavy hand of dusk, you disappear to a quieter corner of the yard. Tucked between two thick beech trees, you throw yourself into the hammock – one leg draped over the side, swinging idly through the night air.

A beer bottle balanced on your tummy, the round base seeping a chilled ring into your shirt. The swish of leaves overhead and the annoying midges at your ears for company.

That is – until the sound of footsteps over crisp grass, and the creak of an old, splintered garden chair disturb your peace.

Frankie adjusts his cap, flatting his fringe beneath it, and sits back. “You never change, do you, Garcia? Still the same little longer you always were.”

You hold your hands out, gulping back beer – and glee. “Can I fucking help you? I’m minding my own business.”

“Thought you might want some company.”

“Not yours, dickhead. You think I’m way the hell over here ‘cause I wanted you to come annoy me?”

He hums, picking at a flake of paint on the armrest. “Sure wanted me to annoy you the other night.”

“Alright,” you clip. “Cheap shot. You been practicing that one all afternoon?”

“Since I saw you at the store.”

You roll your eyes.

Frankie slips a cigarette from its pack and lights it, tipping his chin to blow a white cloud to the sky. “You’re too much fun,” he tells the stars.

You squint through the dark, staring at the glowing cherry. “What?”

“You. You get so pissed, so easily. Always have.”

“Well, you antagonize me. Always have.”

His cheeks lift. It’s something softer than a smirk, still laced with too much attitude to be a smile. “That’s ‘cause you were always around. Everywhere Santi went, there you were. Closer than his shadow.”

“Well,” you glower, “’s what happens when you have a big brother. You’re void of love; I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

“No, I get it,” he says. “It just got fun to mess with you, after a while.”

“Uhuh,” you take another swig, “so is that what you’re doing? Messing with me?”

Frankie’s shoulders jump. “You tell me. There were two of us in your room that night.”

You swing your legs down to the grass. It’s brittle under your socks when you stand, still focusing on the end of his cigarette. “Damn, you really can’t shut up about it, can you? How many times have you tugged one to the thought of it?”

“Tugged one,” he snickers, but he seems nervous – watching as you approach. “What age are you?”

You push his knees wider, slotting between his thighs. “Which part does it for you? What sends you over the edge?”

“Come on, lil Santi,” Frankie says, averting his eye. “You’re embarrassing yourself now.”

One knee up, resting on the crease of his jeans. You lean forward and nudge his hip, lay your hands gently on his shoulders. “I bet you still hear me in your dreams.”

He scans up and down your body, lingering on your bare thigh. “Not – not gonna work, kid,” he promises, shaking his head. “You still annoy the fuck outta me.”

“Right, right.” You pinch the pale stick from between his teeth. “’cause nothing’s changed, yeah?”

His head sways in agreement. He’s distracted, watching as you lift your hand to your mouth.

You smile down at him. “’cept you know how I taste now, so.”

You slot the damp end of the cigarette between your lips and suck. Sharp, acrid heat sails over your tongue and down your throat, filling your chest in one inhale. You cough a little, batting the smoke as you blow it out.

“Tastes fucking disgusting,” you croak. “How can you smoke these?”

Frankie’s eyes never leave your lips. “You get used to it.”

You take another draw, letting the smoke soar through the space between you. “Gross,” you say, and prop the cig back between his lips. “Just like you!”

“Sh…shut up,” he groans, adjusting in his seat.

“Make me.”

But he doesn’t bite. Doesn’t flinch. He just stares back, rolling the smoldering stick between his thumb and finger. Running his tongue along his teeth.

You spill the last of your beer onto your tongue, cocking an eyebrow at him, and push from his lap.

You make it no more than five steps, before that same weight from the parking lot is around your shoulders.

He pings the cigarette somewhere in the grass, and grabs onto your elbow.

“Fran– Jesus – Where are we–?”

He drags you through the dull dusk to the other side of the lawn, ignoring the click of the motion sensor. You’re thrown through a wooden door onto cold concrete before the yard light floods over you.

It takes a second for your eyes to adjust. Weak slivers of moonlight illuminate each tool hanging from the wall. The fairy lights outside lose their battle against the darkness the second they creep through the window.

Before you can sling something mocking at him, Frankie has you pinned against the wall.

“You want me to make you shut up?” he growls, teeth grazing your neck. His fingers slip behind the waist of your shorts, plucking at the button. “I’ll make you shut up. Make you shut up all goddamn night.”

“Frankie,” you gasp, grabbing hold of his shirt. You push on his chest, walking him backwards over to the workbench.

The thing shudders when he rocks against it.

“The fuck are you doing?” he murmurs, watching as you kneel before him.

“Getting used to it,” you reply.

You pull his belt apart, loosen the fly on his pants, and pull until they’re low on his hips.

Frankie holds onto the bench with a white-knuckle grip. He lays his hand over the crown of your head, rubbing small circles. A laugh slips across his tongue. “This what you’ve been thinkin’ about?”

You ignore him, instead focusing on the solid shape in his underwear.

His hips flinch when you drag your palm along it. He’s hard already. He hisses at your cold fingers on his stomach, tensing as your knuckles skim below the elastic.

And then…he’s in your palm. All of him. Frankie fucking Morales.

You’re trying not to think too deep about it.

Your fingers wrap around him, barely meeting around his width, and you slip him from his boxers.

His cock springs free, swaying once, twice – then settling to the right.

Your mouth fills with saliva. Suddenly – there’s no way not to think too deep about it.

He’s…he’s big. He’s thick; smooth and sculpted, veins trailing around his shaft. It’s not like you ever considered what he’s walking around with before, but looking at it now – you can’t believe it’s him.

Without thinking, you lean in and kiss him all the way down to the hair at his base. A wet trail, lips curving around the size of him. You run your tongue up and down, circling the tip and toying with it.

Frankie cups your cheek. “Pretty little mouth,” he utters. “Put it to good use, huh?”

You don’t need him to ask twice.

You sink down on him. Every inch of him – every aching, choking inch. Your jaw slackens to take him; nails digging into his thighs when he bumps the back of your throat.

“Oh, shit, baby,” he hisses. His hand comes down on your head a little too heavily.

You yelp and pull back, gasping when he slips out. “Prick,” you breathe, closing your lips around his tip again.

“Just too sweet with it,” he murmurs, guiding himself back across your tongue.

You suckle on him, using your hands to pump the inches your mouth can’t take.

Frankie’s head tips back, panting at the roof. His hips thrust to meet your movements. “Feels so – goddamn – good,” he moans, and you hum with glee.

You take his balls in your hands, kneading them as you work your way lower. He’s so deep in your mouth that it makes your eyes water. Each slip of his tip against the back of your throat makes you gag, pulls a lewd, muffled sound from your chest.

It shouldn’t feel like this. You shouldn’t be enjoying it this much. But he’s falling apart under your fingertips, he’s unwinding right before you. He’s whispering your name, begging you not to stop. Just like that, just like that, just like that. Oh, fuck, just like that.

It’s addictive. Now that you know how he looks, how he feels, you’ll never go back to before. When the most thrill he gave you was a burning temper; feeling your pulse jump in your throat with rage.

This – whatever the fuck this is – is all you know, now. Pulling threads from one another, watching the way they unravel. Watching each other unravel. Flashes of eye contact, salt and slick and sex dripping from every secret word.

Frankie’s hips jerk. His cock spasms.

You don’t want him to come down your throat. You don’t want him to climax when he’s too deep for you to taste it.

You want him all over – your lips, your tongue, dribbling down your chin. You want to mix him with your saliva and swallow; warm, salty, Frankie.

He got his taste. Now you want yours.

You bring your hands up to his thighs, purposefully pushing back off him.

His grip loosens, and he looks down. Brows low and close, eyes blown wide like he’s higher than any drug could take him.

He’s as addicted as you are.

“My mouth,” you mumble, head of his cock circling your glistening lips. “In my mouth.”

“Yeah?” he says, and the weight of his cock slaps on your bottom lip. “That where you want it, baby?”

“Mhm.” You wrap your lips back around him.

“Fuckin’ filthy,” Frankie spits, laughing. “Shit – just like that. Yeah, that’s it.”

Three, four more soaking strokes of your tongue and he’s twitching again.

You pull back only enough to rest his tip on your tongue, feeling the pulsing heat as he comes. Watching the way his face tightens, the pull of his brows as it overcomes him.

His eyes stay locked on you. Your fluttering lashes, your puffy, glossy lips. He fills your mouth and then some – semen spilling from the corners and dribbling down your jaw. And the sound he makes – this broken, scattered moan, bordering on a fucking whimper – is fucking perfect.

Frankie’s hand locks at the base of your skull, holding you steady until he’s done. His cock slips from your bottom lip. He gives one last satisfied sigh, petting your head as you stroke him slowly, tenderly – swiping kitten licks at the dripping mess of him.

“Fuck,” he moans, letting his eyes close over. His weight slumps against the workbench. “The fuck do you spend so much time yapping for when you’re that good with your mouth?”

You hum in amusement, tongue dragging along the underside of his cock. He’s softening, but still a decent size. Still a weight to it that makes your cunt clench around nothing.

One last little kiss, and you tuck him back into his boxers. You drag the back of your hand across your chin.

Frankie holds his hands out, and you pull yourself up. He fixes himself into his jeans, turning away to do up his belt. He had his cock in your throat two minutes ago, and here he is pretending to be shy.

He turns back around, half disappeared to the dark shed. “I, uh…I don’t want you to think that I came here just to…just for that.”

Your tongue dabs at the inside of your cheek, all salty. “Then this is awkward, ‘cause that’s the only reason I hadn’t kicked you out yet.”

He laughs, dropping your gaze. “You…” he shakes his head, “…are such a little shit, you know that?”

It’s nicer than he would’ve worded it half an hour ago. But still – having an exchange with Frankie that doesn’t involve spitting insults or jagged glares, warms your blood in a way that’s new and…unsettling.

“We should probably…” You toss a thumb over your shoulder, eyes flitting to the string bulbs outside. “We don’t want them wondering what’s…you know.”

He nods and strides over to the door. The wood squeals against concrete as he pulls it open.

The summer swirls around you again, sweetening the stuffy heat of the shed. Mal’s voice surfs through the breeze – she’s still arguing over the Busch Gardens story.

You make to step out, and Frankie’s arm halts you.

He opens his palm. “Even,” he tells you. “We’re even.”

He seems sure of himself. Sure of you. He looks you in the eye and doesn’t blink.

You smirk. Your hand slips into his, letting him shake your fist once. You stare straight back at him.

“We’re just getting fucking started, Francisco.”

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Family Pack #4

I’m happy to share some sims with you all today! In this post, you’ll find 12 households (40 sims total), each with their own stories and biographies. All of these sims have additional Everyday outfits, skills, bonus traits, Likes and Dislikes, sexual orientations, pronouns, family dynamics, and Lifestyles. You can find them all on the gallery under my Origin ID: TheLastAirSimmer or in the tray files linked under the cut! As always, feel free to tag me if you end up using them.

Abreu

A respected food critic, Maria’s opinion is highly valued by all as the towns’ baked good connoisseur. Her husband Joaquin, a renowned pianist, is no exception; he worships the ground she walks on. Together, they project their creative outlooks onto their sons. Santiago, the eldest and a romantic, has the full support of his parents and wants to become a professional wedding photographer. Even though young Rémy feels he didn’t inherit his parents’ imagination, he still wants to make them proud.

Naval

Aparna owned her own restaurant while raising her two girls alone. Hema was able to help out when she was old enough, allowing Aparna to find success and receive critical acclaim by publishing her own cookbook. Today, Hema is focusing on her engineering studies while trying to find love; she’s very smart and sincere, but a bit naive. Ridhi is chasing a riskier path; she wants to be a famous musician. And while Aparna hopes that this is just a phase, she supports her youngest daughter anyway.

Monaghan

As young parents, Stefan and Marianne sacrificed a lot. Stefan became a cop to support his family, but still gets caught up trying to relive his youth from time to time. Marianne longs for the day that she can quit her job at the local diner and become a singer. Soren feels pressure to please his parents, but really just want to play videogames all day while Tatum and Aria constantly bicker, not at all concerned with their parents’ feelings or the wellbeing of Hunter, who just wants attention.

Larson

Quite the jazz singer in his day, Clive is desperate to find ways to stay relevant in the ever-changing music scene. Fiona, longing for the authentic soul who serenaded her years ago, knows she can inspire him again; she’s stood by him through a lot. But until then, you can find the melancholy art critic drinking to yesteryear at the bar. Jade dropped out of college to pursue a career in social media (much to Fiona’s discontent) while Candice is following the artistic path her parents paved.

Agawa

Ever the class clown, Yuto knew that he had a knack for entertaining people. This was only confirmed after he went viral on Social Bunny for the first time! When he told his parents that he wanted to pursue a life in the public eye, they saw it as further evidence that he couldn’t take anything seriously. He makes a decent living streaming video games and his eccentric personality is pure internet gold. Though to be fair, he should probably be a bit cautious with what he says and does online.

Hollifield

As a teen, Whitney’s future looked bright. But she forfeited a lot of opportunities to pursue a whirlwind romance with a boy who had a dangerous edge. They were happy for a time, but it didn’t last and the only thing she kept from that relationship was her daughter Emma. She now works a lowly job in fast food while taking classes at Britechester, hoping to find a career in social media. Her days are busier as a working single mom, but Emma keeps herself entertained by befriending her neighbors.

Catton

Following the loss of her son to avoidable circumstances, Dottie found herself in the care of his two children. Filled with regret for not doing more for her son, the college professor watches the kids like a hawk! She’s keen on using her connections to better their lives. Temperamental Owen does well to make her proud with his grades, but he has an artsy side that he only shares with those closest to him. His little sister Bonnie would rather spend time making friends than studying though.

Qian

After founding a groundbreaking app, Shirong found a place among the company of the rich and powerful. His charming wife Meifing, quite the schmoozer at elite parties, is constantly looking for funding for her next big venture (while also being the go-to-girl for all the neighborhood gossip). Nuo chose to move home after grad school to save money, but is ready to leave and start her own law firm. Her younger brother Haoyu adds to her restlessness by barraging her with his antics.

Sullivan

Atticus’ dad Clifford, a retired veteran, supported his sons’ musical dreams fully, having raised him alone after his wife died. While roaming the world, Atticus met Elisa; a fashion guru with a fiery disposition. The pair had three children and Clifford moved in to help with the newborn. Like her dad, Lydia also wants to be an artist (whether if it’s for her love for acting or a desire to be in the spotlight remains to be seen) while Malicia, afraid of being unseen, finds relief in her friends.

Kingsley-Ramirez

Jaime and Paxton met/moved in together before they could actually get to know each other, both having been new to the city at the time with zero connections. They found themselves compatible not only as roommates, but eventually boyfriends as well! Jaime always puts others before himself; it shows in the passion he has for social justice causes he advocates for. Meanwhile, Pax works a parttime job at a small coffee shop, but is intent on putting himself through school to become a veterinarian.

Tanaka-Murdock

Nigel and Shannon met at Foxbury and developed feelings for each other during study sessions. Though Nigel was the only one to graduate, he admires Shannon for making the decision that was right for her. He enjoys being the breadwinner while Shannon follows her artistic instincts, though he wishes he had his wife’s free spirit. Shannon is quite hard on herself and works tirelessly until she makes something she’s proud of while their son Kason, while a quick learner, really just wants to play.

Miyake

Even if he’s never been the most social person, Kenzo is a loyal and fierce friend to those lucky enough to make it into his circle. A patron of the sciences, he cares deeply about precision and perfection. However, when it comes to raising his son Akira, he wants the boy to follow his own path, even if it’s not exactly the one he would choose for himself. Akira seems to be doing just that; far more sociable than his father, he never fails to leave a lasting impression on anyone he meets.

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Welcome to my Masterlist 💌

hi, i'm murphy. my requests are always open - feel free to send any ideas or thoughts you have - i'll always read them all.

note - all of my fics are reader insert. no use of y/n. i don't write for real people, only characters <3

Last Updated - April 19th

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Characters I Write For.

500 Follower Celebration Masterlist. 3k Celebration Masterlist. Valentines Masterlist. 5k Celebration Masterlist.

Moodboard Masterlist. My Ao3.

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Top Gun: Maverick

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

The Orange. ❁

You and Jake share an orange. He's in love with you.

For Eternity. (Part 2 of The Orange.)

You and Jake share an orange. He's never loved you more.

North Star. ❁

It's New Year's Eve. Jake is tired of waiting.

I Know Places.

Jake always joked that he'd kill for you. One fateful day, he does just that.

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin & Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Why Choose?

A drunken game of spin the bottle gets a little heated. Why choose, when you can have both?

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia

Dr Cupid.

Mickey Garcia passes out in hospitals. Luckily, this time there's a pretty nurse there to catch him.

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Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Lessons in Love. ❁

Bucky didn't believe in love at first sight. Then he met you.

Honey Girl. ✯❁

The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.

Trick or Treat.

You love Halloween. Bucky loves you.

Rest Had Seemed The Sweetest Thing.

Bucky's slowly learning that love isn't a finite resource. aka, Bucky's first Christmas.

Stucky

Letters to the Moon.

Steve is gone. The love you and Bucky have for him isn't.

Wishbone.

You meet Bucky and Steve while on the run. The three of you quickly learn that nothing is more violent than love.

Frank Castle

There's Always Tomorrow.

Frank knows you better than you know yourself. It's a blessing and a curse.

Multi Talented. ❁

Frank shows you exactly what you deserve.

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Criminal Minds

Luke Alvez

Wherever You Are. That's Where Home Is.

Luke might be a mind reader. Only with you, though.

Vice. ❁

Everyone on the team has their vices. It just so happens that yours is sat across the table looking at you.

Spencer Reid

Web of Lies. ✯

Spencer Reid has always been good at keeping secrets. You just never thought he'd keep one from you.

Cowboy!Spencer ✯

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Narcos

Javier Peña

Self Control. ❁

Javi keeps refusing himself what he wants. One night puts everything into perspective.

Yes, Mr President.

There's an endless amount of things you shouldn't do as the President of the United States. Defiling the Oval Office is definitely one of them.

Western Nights. ✯

You don't expect to bump into your dad's best friend Javier in a church basement on the outskirts of town. You also didn't expect to fall in love with him. Life seems to be full of surprises - and Javier was the biggest surprise of all.

Jealousy, Jealousy. ❁

Javier Peña doesn't share.

Two Murphy's and a Peña.

Javier knows Steve's sister is off limits. He's never been one to follow the rules.

After Hours.

You and Javier are stuck in the office in the middle of a heatwave. You're hot in more ways than one.

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Triple Frontier

Time. ❁

You get shot in Colombia. Frankie, Benny, Santiago and Will each have their own ways of helping you heal.

Tethered. ❁

The lines of friendship blur when you’re this close. Also known as - each of the times you’ve kissed Benny, Frankie, Santiago and Will.

Tranquility.

You're not good at keeping secrets from the boys. Turns out, Will isn't either.

Home Is Where The Heart Is.

They say home is where the heart is. Your heart belongs to the four boys you call your best friends. Also known as - four important times the guys told you they loved you.

Will Miller

Champagne Fuelled Confessions.

You come home drunk, and have something burning you need to tell Will.

Best Friend's Brother.

You've known Benny for years. You've had a crush on his brother Will for years, too.

Frankie Morales

Find You.

A bad date brings Frankie Morales to your door at the perfect time.

Rain Soaked Romantic.

Frankie will run across town in the rain if it means finally telling you how he feels.

Santiago Garcia

This Is The Way It Always Goes.

Santiago always comes crawling back. You convince yourself this is the last time - but you both know that's not true.

Precious Girl.

A chance meeting with your Dad's best friend at 2am.

Benny Miller

Adrenaline.

Ben needs a way to work off his post match energy. You.

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The Last of Us

Joel Miller

Pretty When You Cry. ❁

Joel realises his morals are fucked. You realise you like it.

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Succession

Stewy Hosseini

Clandestine. ✯

You and Stewy know it's wrong. So why, pray tell, does it feel so right?

Fully Clothed.

Being Stewy's assistant has its perks.

Consequence.

Stewy's actions have unexpected consequences.

Needy.

You've been waiting all day for Stewy to get home. He loves it.

Play Pretend.

The classic fake dating trope, with a twist.

The Place Where It All Began.

You reunite with Stewy at your high school reunion. Turns out, he's been waiting for you, all this time.

Risky.

The thrill of being caught makes it all the more exciting.

Kendall Roy

Me and You.

You quit as Kendall's assistant. He's been waiting for this day.

Illicit Affair.

You're Matssons wife. You're also in love with Kendall Roy.

Forced Proximity.

The classic only one bed trope, this time with your emotionally unavailable boss.

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The Bear

Carmen Berzatto

The Roommate Collection. ✯❁

A collection of fics based on being roommates with Carmen.

Vienna.✯

Everything is the same. Nothing has changed. Everything has changed. Nothing is the same.

Carmen. ❁

Carmen. Your Carmen.

Denial. ❁

Carmy can’t keep pretending.

Mechanic!Carmen.

Inspired by that picture of JAW in a crop top.

Perfectionist. ❁

Your boyfriend being a professional chef has its perks. Especially when it comes to gingerbread houses.

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9-1-1

Evan Buckley

Lightning Strike. ❁

The two of you deal with the aftermath of Bucks trauma.

Fire Hazard. ❁

The story of your firehouse nickname - and Buck unable to handle you in a sundress.

Evan Buckley & Eddie Diaz

The Look of Love. ❁

You, Buck and Eddie are absolutely, undeniably, head over heels in love with each other. It seems like everyone can see it except for the three of you.

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Sons of Anarchy

Jax Teller

Heatwave. ❁

You cut Jax's hair. He can't keep his hands to himself.

Sundress Season.

It’s sundress season. Jax can’t keep his hands to himself (again).

Filip 'Chibs' Telford

Teach Me How to Ride.

Chibs is teaching you how to ride (in more ways than one).

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Miscellaneous

Steve Harrington

Cherry. ✯❁

The lines of friendship get a little blurry, one unassuming Friday night in December.

Someone Borrowed, Someone Blue.

An engagement party, your childhood best friend, one too many glasses of champagne. What could go wrong?

[romana-after-dark]

Room's on Fire Masterlist

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary:

Years after the world fell apart, various communities have established themselves, one of which is ran by four men who claim to be divine.

When they decide it's time to and heir to be born, they chose a virgin from their cult and make her their wife. Reader is offered a choice, of course. She doesn't have to marry them. But if she doesn't, the savior won't be born. She choses to become the Madonna. She is wed to all four of them, and moved into their home where her body is open to use whenever her husbands desire (free use au), in the hopes of getting her pregnant. It doesn't matter whose baby it ends up being, because they are all part God, so it doesn't matter... right?

Warnings for full fic, if anything is added or really emphcized it will be in additional warnings.

THIS IS A DARK FIC THOUGH SO BE WARY! I CAN'T PROTECT AGAINST EVERYTHING.

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.

Unknown amount of chapters right now.

Chapter 1: Pilot: Delta finds their Madonna Chapter 2: The wedding Chapter 3: Aftermath of the wedding FishBen: Symptom of Being Human Chapter 4: Pope is not pleased. Chapter 5: Jonah lore, Madonna gets through to Frankie Chapter 6: Madonna gains Frankie's heart, Santi is jealous Iris: Rey and Iris find pockets of time Chapter 7: Fun with Ben: wining Pope back Chapter 8: big announcement to the community

Non canon Frankie Madonna Chapter 9: Madonna’s blissful ignorance to the world around her. Chapter 10: There's a lot Madonna doesn't know.

Chapter 11: Things start to crumble around Madonna

Chapter 12: It's all too much for Madonna

Chapter 13:

Chapter 14:

Chapter 15:

Chapter 16:

Chapter 17:

Chapter 18:

Chapter 19:

Chapter 20:

Bonus Content

not necessary for the series. Pieces in the main list are suggested as they add depth and sometimes small plot points.

"Can you peel my orange?" Jonah smut

Jonah Hanson character ai

ROF characters Star signs

Jonah x non-Madonna reader x Marcus flashback commission

Art

By @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

By @survivingandenduring

Lil comic by @my-secret-shame

As I said, a lot of themes and dynamics ended up accidentally similarly to Watch Your Step by the amazing @charnelhouse Some was because that fic is what developed my characterizations of the boys. Some was totally incidental, like Pope and readers relation to art. It's different though, a much different series, but I wanted to tell y'all that she s PUBLISHING WYS AS A NOVEL NOW, Its called Cardinal Sin's and I'll link it right here!

How to keep up with the story!

Comment on this masterlist that you want to be tagged and I'll tag you in updates

Follow @romana-updates and/turn on notifications

Follow the tag Rooms on fire

THANK YOU FOR YOU'RE SUPPORT!

Please remember to reblog, and I love comments/asks, anon or not, and would love to see engagement and theories!

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*These weren’t necessarily written and/or posted in October, but that’s when I read them 😊

🔥 - explicit/mature content

Star Wars

Sunk (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

🔥An Unorthodox Method (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @the-little-ewok

🔥Kinktober Day 1 (Love Bites) (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥Kinktober Day 4 (Sex Pollen) (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥Kinktober Day 7 (Soft and Slow) (Cal Kestis x Reader) - @flightlessangelwings

🔥Kinktober Day 10 (Stripping) (Stripper!Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @youvebeenlivingfictional

I just called to say I love you (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @nowritingonthewall

Adore you (Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader) - @dailyreverie

🔥Kinktober Day 25 (Breeding) (Cowboy!Din Djarin x Cowgirl!Reader) (Part of the Gardens of Babylon Universe) - @spacecowboyhotch

Moon Knight

🔥Over the Counter (DBF!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Vivid (Marc Spector x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥Shades of the Moon (Virgin!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @missdictatorme

Boundless (Witch Hunter!Marc x Witch!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Price You Gotta Pay (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥The Sweetest Sound (Mafia!Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥The Sweetest Taste (Mafia!Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥Kinktober Day 10 (formal wear) (Steven Grant x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥Kinktober Day 6 (Phone Sex) (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Kinktober Day 12 (Formal Wear) (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥What a Show (Mafia!Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥La Petite Mort (Ghost!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy

🔥Pumpkin Porno (OnlyFans!Steven Grant) - @ominoose

In the morning light (Marc Spector x Reader) - @dailyreverie

🔥Nature Boy (Werewolf!Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy

🔥Sleeping Dogs (Werewolf!Marc Spector x F!Reader) (Part of the Dancing with Wolves Series) - @hon3yboy

🔥What A Wicked Thing To Do (Werewolf!Marc Spector x F!Reader) (Part of the Dancing with Wolves Series) - @hon3yboy

🔥Kinktober Day 23 (Begging) (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

🔥Couch Sex with Miguel (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @romanarose

🔥Kinktober Day 7 (& 8): Soft & Slow (Cockwarming) (College!Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥soft s3x and grey sweats (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @wyvernest

Ex Machina

🔥Peak-A-Boo (Ghostface!Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy

🔥Perfect Little Fuck Toy (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Sucker Punch

🔥Product Demonstration (Club!Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥Monster Mash (Rockstar!Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy

Triple Frontier

Under cotton and calicoes (Santiago Garcia x Reader) - @dailyreverie

Make this feel like home (Santiago Garcia x Reader) - @dailyreverie

🔥Kinktober Day 30 (Cunnilingus) (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Just A Little Push (Will Miller x F!Reader) - @missdictatorme

Scenes From a Marriage

🔥Kinktober Day 2 (bath/shower) (Jonathan Levy x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥Kinktober Day 15 (Against a Wall & Voice Kink) (Jonathan Levy x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

The Two Faces of January

🔥Kinktober Day 7 (Slow and Soft) (Rydal Keener x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥body talk (Rydal Keener x F!Reader) (part of the Oxford Comma series) - @whatthefishh

Misc.

🔥Just A Scratch (Jack Mohave x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥Take Care (Anselm Vogelweide x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥Service Fee (Llewyn Davis x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥If You Wanna Be Wild (Javier Peña x Latina!sex worker!informant!Reader x Santiago Garcia) - @romanarose and @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction (i already recced this but there's more so 🙃)

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Weathered In

Pairing: Frankie x OFC

Word Count: 5.4k | AO3 | Main Masterlist

Summary: After a couple of weeks of trying out this long-distance thing, Frankie decides to travel from Tampa to Atlanta to spend the weekend with Jo. Despite having a whole itinerary planned, they have to pivot because of the weather. It’s ok though, it allows Frankie to share an important part of himself with her. How will she react? Is this thing over before it started?

Warnings: Alternating POVs. There’s some angst but fluff too. Frankie is a year sober, and there’s some discussion of his journey, including past drug use, the death of his mother, and a past toxic relationship. There are allusions to smut but it’s all pretty PG. Frankie’s curls come with their own warning. Also, Frankie’s been training with Benny so our boy is looking good. 

If you have questions, please feel free to reach out!

A/N: This is a follow-up to the Turbulence series but could be read as a standalone. This relationship is featured in Delta Landscaping as well. 

Walking up to the airport bar, Frankie immediately spotted Mack and his friendly smile. The older man came over and took care of Frankie right away, giving him a drink on the house on the promise that he’d say hi to Jo for him. They weren’t able to chat for long – with several conventions in town a crowd of those departing and arriving was starting to form, so Frankie decided to head to his gate to wait. As he walked, he tuned out the constant murmur of the overhead announcements, the squeaky wheels of passing suitcases, and the occasional fussy toddler who must have missed their nap. Instead, he was deep in thought, he was good at that. 

As he sat at the gate, fingers tapping on the armrest he looked outside. The typical Florida summer storms were looking to roll in and he was thankful he was the one flying and not Jo, given the inevitable turbulence he was bound to experience. Looking at his phone, he cycled through who he could call to help pass the time. Jo was at work, Benny took Connor to the gym to train, and Santiago and Will were wrapping up a landscaping project. Not wanting to sit alone with his thoughts any longer he decided to try and see if his sister Valeria was around.

“Hey, can you talk?” he chewed on his thumb. He was lucky to catch her at a good time as she and Tim just wrapped up at a crime scene.

“Yeah…espérate…sorry, I'm back, left Tim with the paperwork so he’s going to be in a great mood when we’re done,” she chuckled, pausing when she heard the hustle and bustle of what sounded like an airport on the other end of the phone. “Qué pasa Paco? Where are you?”

Frankie smirked, there was never getting anything past his sister. There's a reason why she was one of the best detectives in Dallas. “I’m…uh…at the airport.”

“Airport? Where you going?” She popped a piece of gum in her mouth.

“Atlanta.”

“Atlanta? You boys doing a trip or something before Benny’s big fight?”

“Um…no…I’m kinda going to see someone,” he swallowed hard, waiting for her response.

She paused for a moment, countless questions swirling in her mind. Her brother was usually pretty reserved when it came to his love life, but he slipped up a couple of times in the past week or so – sharing something funny that Jo said or reminding himself of something he wanted to share later when they talked. Naturally, Valeria wanted all of the details about this person but didn't want to overwhelm Frankie by prying. So, she did what she always did, let him tell her his news at his own pace. 

“Oh, that's fun. Is this someone's name Jo by chance?” She asked as casually as she could manage despite wanting to squeal and kick her feet excitedly. If she were right, this would be a big step for Frankie. It would show his willingness to open himself back again to love, which made her heart burst.

“I…um…” Frankie shook his head with a lopsided grin. He proceeded to tell Valeria about how he met Jo and their weekend together, skirting over some of the details – this was his baby sister he was talking to after all. He mentioned how over the past two weeks they stayed in touch via phone calls, FaceTime, and texts.

Valeria could hear the smile in her brother’s voice. She’d never heard him talk like this before about any of his partners. He sounded…happy. And on a day like today, a momentous day, it was like icing on the cake.  

She could hear the announcement for his flight in the background, which prompted them to wrap up their call. But before they hung up, she paused, took a deep breath, and told Frankie how proud of him she was. It was exactly what he needed and gave him that extra boost of confidence to board the flight, ready to tear down the remaining walls around his heart and let the light in.

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Jo nervously tapped her thumbs on the steering wheel as she sat in the cell phone lot, waiting to hear from Frankie. Thanks to her boss, she only worked a half day today, a small token of appreciation for all the long hours she’d pulled the past few days. The only sounds she heard were the windshield wipers going back and forth and the soft pitter-patter of the rain hitting her windshield. The forecast called for a gloomy and stormy night, the perfect recipe for some quality couch time curled up with Frankie. But first, they had plans to go to the grocery store and pick up some ingredients for dinner. 

She had the whole weekend planned out. This evening: a chill night at home. After two weeks apart, she just wanted him all to herself. Tomorrow's plans included a hike in the morning and then a stroll through the Botanical Gardens in the afternoon with a picnic at Centennial Park to wrap up the day. And Sunday, she left it up to him to decide. She half thought about recommending brunch and then the aquarium, but she also wouldn’t mind another day at home since he'd be going back to Tampa early Monday morning. 

Her mind drifted off to thoughts of feeling him again, running her fingers through his curls, feeling his weight on top of her, hearing his laugh, and seeing the glimmer in his eye and mischievous smirk when he was being playful. The buzz of her phone brought her back to reality. He was off the plane and walking to baggage claim. She put her car in reverse and braced herself as she returned to the congestion of Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport.  

As her car inched its way through the bumper-to-bumper traffic of arrivals, she scanned the crowd looking for Frankie. She let out a little squeal when she saw that trusty blue baseball cap and curls peeking from beneath it from above the crowd. He looked so handsome and so broad. The workouts with Benny had picked up and wow did it look like it was paying off. She sat up a little straighter in her seat, appreciating how his gray t-shirt stretched across his chest.

Once he spotted her, his face broke out in the largest grin. All she wanted to do was throw the car in park and run to him, but alas she navigated her way closer, butterflies filling her stomach as she finally parked and got out. 

Frankie dropped his duffle and backpack on the curb and rounded the front of her car, wrapping her in a tight hug. This was what he’d been craving for the last two weeks – the chance to feel her, to be reminded that she was very much real and he wasn’t making all of this up. A faint hint of citrus wafted through his nostrils as he buried his nose in her hair. She nestled her face into his chest, slotting perfectly into his arms like they were tailor-made for her. 

Neither spoke for what felt like minutes, just basking in the moment, in that feeling of home. That feeling when you’re with someone who makes you feel utterly and completely safe and comfortable. 

Frankie was the first to pull away, kissing her forehead and looking at her with a soft smile, while rubbing up and down her arms. “Hey, mi cielo. I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” she softly placed her lips on his, giggling when he quickly deepened the kiss.

The whistle of the guard directing traffic pulled them away from each other. “How about we get out of here, yeah?” Frankie smirked.

Frankie kept his hand on her thigh while she drove them to the grocery store. He needed the physical reminder to ground him; he was finally here with her. Walking around the grocery store, Frankie navigated the cart through the aisles, stealthily checking Jo out as she walked in front of him. All of this felt so natural like it was just another Friday night for the two of them.

Despite it all, there was still a little part of Frankie that wasn’t fully present. A little nagging voice wouldn’t shut up. He wanted to tell Jo about what this day meant – the culmination of a yearlong journey to getting back to himself. He owed it to her, he wanted, no he needed her to know everything. But knowing everything may spell the end. What if she thought he was a loser or a fuck up? He tried to push the thoughts away, tried to smile through it as she picked out a bottle of wine, asking if he preferred a cabernet or a malbec. He pointed to a bottle, not caring which one, too preoccupied with his thoughts. He knew the conversation he wanted to have needed time and doing it in a Publix or even in the car on the drive home wasn't the right place.

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When they finally arrived at her apartment building, Frankie carried the groceries and his duffle upstairs, refusing to have her take anything else other than the wine. Walking in, he took a quick scan of her place. She had a few picture frames on the wall, a record player in the corner, and a basket overflowing with blankets of varying colors and textures. The kitchen was a nice size with a large island and a lot of counter space. This place was very much her. It felt cozy and like…home.

Jo flitted about, lighting a candle and helping Frankie settle in as she unpacked the groceries and started making dinner. Somewhere between chopping up the vegetables for their salad and tossing the pasta in the boiling water, she stopped to look over at him, noticing how cute he looked as he concentrated on trying not to burn the sauce. She smiled seeing that little line forming between his brows, the one that popped up when he was really focusing on something. 

The conversation flowed as they made dinner and then ate. Jo talked about how work was going for her, while Frankie filled her in on this girl Benny was head over heels for, despite being too shy to actually make a move. She laughed as he shared the latest news from around Will and Benny’s neighborhood, wishing she could put a face to some of these names – especially the guy who basically stopped the whole barbecue when Frankie mentioned he was going to cut his hair, a trim he reassured her. The visual of it all made her crack up, tears streaming down her face. Frankie was so good at making her laugh. Like, really laugh. You know when you're gasping for breath and your stomach starts to hurt.  

With the dishes put away, they poured the last of the wine into their glasses and settled on the couch to attempt to watch a movie. Jo nestled into Frankie's arms under a fluffy blanket, curling into him and feeling the warmth coming from his body. When an especially loud crack of thunder startled her, he pulled her in even closer. 

As the rain pelted the window, Frankie chuckled to himself at the irony – the weather mirrored his mood. There was a storm brewing inside him as he grappled with when to share the deepest and darkest parts of his past with her. This final bit felt like a make-or-break. Putting it all out there was going to make him feel raw, exposed…vulnerable. But, he couldn’t go through the weekend without addressing it. It would feel like he was putting on a facade and he was done doing that. He was so consumed in his thoughts that he didn't hear Jo ask him a question until he glaced over and saw her eyes searching his face.

“Is everything ok?” She looked concerned as she toyed with the frayed ends of the blanket.

Frankie chastised himself for being so wrapped up in himself that he didn't realize how he was affecting her. She was probably stressed and nervous about their reunion too and all he wanted to do was reassure her.

“Yeah I…I want to tell you something, but I'm not sure how you'll take it,” he winced. 

She turned, sitting cross-legged on the couch facing him. “You can tell me anything.”

He took a deep breath, bending his knee to turn his body square to face her. He reached for her hand, rubbing circles on the back of her palm with his thumb. “Today is kind of a big day for me…it's an…anniversary of sorts.”

His big brown eyes searched hers, expecting confusion but instead met with curiosity. She leaned her elbow onto the back of the couch and scooted a little closer to him, giving him time to share when he felt comfortable. 

He proceeded to tell her everything, well almost everything. She already knew about his mother and the way his father descended into a numb shell of himself in the aftermath. She already knew he'd served for 20 years, moving up to join the elite Delta Force ranks with his friends. She already knew that he had to endure some pretty horrific things which caused him immense guilt and anxiety. She already knew that he wasn't there when his father died. And, she already knew his ex cheated and made Frankie believe the baby she was carrying was his. 

What she learned was how over the years, Frankie tried increasingly dangerous and self-destructive ways to calm down his mind and forget everything. She learned about how dark his thoughts got and how poorly he thought of himself. 

He shared some ways he tried to cope with his return to civilian life; he tried to borrow techniques from his friends, but it never worked.

For Santiago, it was sex. The thrill of finding someone new and losing himself in them was the closest thing he felt to a high. It made him feel wanted, desired, and powerful. But to Frankie, waking up to a different person every morning didn't quell the voices; it only made him feel empty and used. 

For Benny, it was fighting. He channeled his frustrations and rage onto his opponents but also relished the feeling of taking the punishment himself. Each blow was a physical reminder, a penance of sorts, for all of the people who died because of his rifle. But to Frankie, getting the shit beat out of him didn't quell the voices. 

When it came to Will, he was much like Frankie. He internalized everything, analyzing every last detail and keeping meticulous mental notes which meant his mind never stopped. Running through numbers calmed him down. There was an order to it. But Frankie didn't want to spend any more time alone with his thoughts than he needed to. 

So, eventually, he started down a path to numb it all. His drinking increased, but when that didn't solve things he tried different drugs. It wasn’t until he took his first bump, that he finally found what he'd been searching for. Peace. Quiet. Escape. 

At first, he thought he could control it. And he did for a while. But eventually, that need to feel nothing consumed him and pushed everything and everyone who ever mattered to him away. He got sloppy and failed a drug test, which resulted in his license getting suspended. 

He skimmed over the details of the trip to Colombia, just telling her that the mission went south and they ended up losing Tom. In the aftermath of it all, he spiraled even more before he finally looked at himself in the mirror one day. He wanted more out of his life. He wanted to feel joy again. So, he decided to flush his stash down the toilet and finally go to that meeting he had been putting off for months.

“And that was 365 days ago,” he exhaled, looking down at his hands. Throughout the entire time he recounted his story, Jo’s hand never left his. Occasionally she would give him a reassuring squeeze when she sensed he was having some difficulty. 

They sat in silence for a while, Frankie too nervous to look at her for fear he'd see disappointment etched across her beautiful face. That would break him and he wasn't ready for that. He felt her squeeze his hand again and move closer, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. This quiet show of acceptance and compassion made tears well up in his eyes. When she started stroking the back of his head, he finally broke down. 

He cried for all of the pain he put everyone through over the years. He cried for all of the time lost, time he could have spent being there for his friends or family. He cried for still feeling unworthy of all of the compassion and love he had received. First, with Lucille, and now with Jo. She squeezed him tight, murmuring quiet praise and thanking him for being so open and willing to share. It felt like a weight had been extracted from his shoulders. 

Once the tears stopped, he pulled back, wiping the tears from his eyes and noticing Jo’s red-rimmed eyes looking back at him. “I'm sorry, I…I just wanted you to know me…everything. I understand if you want me to lea-”

“Frankie stop,” she cut him off, cupping his face between her hands. “Thank you for sharing that with me…for feeling comfortable to do that. It means a lot. I…I don't know what the right things are to say, but I'm proud of you. You're a good man Frankie and…I'm glad you're here.” 

He pulled her in for a kiss, one that showed how much he missed her and how grateful he was for her. She threw her leg over his lap, straddling him as their kiss grew more frenzied and passionate. Soon it was a dizzying mix of mouths chasing each other, hands roaming, and soft moans and whimpers.

“Take me to bed Frankie,” she whispered against his lips, giggling as he lightly swatted her ass to get up.

As she led him down the hallway to her bedroom, Frankie couldn't help the grin on his face. He couldn't believe the situation he found himself in, one where compassion and acceptance won.

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When Frankie’s eyes fluttered open, he was greeted to a dark room; it was overcast outside, raindrops still on the windows from an early morning storm. It took him a second to register where he was. Last night felt like a blur. Sharing his past, the good, bad, and the ugly, followed by one of the most passionate nights he'd ever experienced in his life. It all felt like a dream, like an alternate reality, almost too good to be true. But his arm around Jo's waist and the soft sounds of her breathing grounded him into this moment.

She stirred, stretching a bit before turning around to face him. “Hi,” she smiled, tucking one of his curls behind his ear. 

“Hi, preciosa,” he smiled back, kissing the tip of her nose. 

They basked in their little cocoon, sharing giggles and cuddles and stealing kisses. It didn't take long before Frankie's mouth traveled down her body, finding its home between her legs like it did last night. He wanted to show her his gratitude for listening with an open heart, being receptive, and not judging him. 

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Frankie got out of the shower, quickly toweled off, threw on a pair of gym shorts, and padded down the hallway to the kitchen to find Jo preparing coffee.

She turned and gave him an appreciative up and down. Training Benny for his fight had yielded very positive results – his chest and shoulders seemed broader somehow and his stomach was the perfect mix of toned but still soft. 

“Looking good, Morales,” she winked, handing him a cup. 

Frankie blushed. Walking around with his shirt off felt a bit foreign to him, but seeing how much she was turned on by it made his chest puff out a bit. 

“Do we need to change plans for today?” He raised an eyebrow as he brought the cup to his lips. 

“Why? Wanna stay in,” she wrapped her arms around his waist as he leaned against the counter.

“Well, yes. I could think of a few…indoor activities,” he bent down to kiss her. “But no, I was talking about the weather. It looks like it may rain today.”

“Nah, it will be fine. C'mon get dressed, we have a full day of playing tourist.”

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Their hike unfortunately was over before it got started. As they started down the path, the sky opened up, causing them to race back to her car where they sat soaked to the bone but all smiles. Since the rain was so heavy, Jo decided to stay parked for a bit until the worst of it passed. Plus, it gave them a prime opportunity to have a little make-out session. Frankie kept joking that he felt like he was back in high school going to the lookout to make out with a pretty girl. 

Eventually, they managed to pull away from each other long enough to make it to lunch, having to dodge some sprinkles as they went into the restaurant. But, the rain grew into a full-on downpour as they finished lunch, causing them to rethink their plans for the rest of the day.

“There's a bunch of indoor things we could do. The aquarium, we could go to the movies, I dunno walk around the mall,” Jo laughed as Frankie shook his head.

“I think this is a sign,” his mouth twitched.

“Oh, you into signs now?” She raised a skeptical eyebrow at him.

He shrugged, “I'm just saying. It's an ugly day outside. I think the universe is telling us to stay in.” He leaned in closer, whispering in her ear, “Besides, just because we're staying inside doesn't mean you still won't get wet.”

She swatted his arm, giggling at his insinuation, but also trying her best to not melt into a puddle. 

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Frankie’s fingertips traced up and down her bare back as she lay on his chest, in a complete state of bliss. He was trying to not think about the fact that tomorrow morning he'd be heading back to Tampa.

“I feel bad,” Jo finally said, lifting herself on an elbow to look at Frankie who furrowed his brow. “You came all of this way and the weather has been shit. We couldn't go do anything fun.”

“Baby, I'm having a lot of fun just staying here with you. All of the plans you had in mind were great and all, but honestly, this is all I wanted from this weekend,” he smiled, kissing her forehead. 

“Oh I see, you just came all this way for some sex huh?” She teased.

“Last I checked, you were the one who couldn't keep your hands to yourself, mi cielo” he flipped her around so she was on her back, giggling as he crawled on top of her. 

“What can I say, I'm really liking this trainer era you're in.” Her hands gripped his curls as he started to kiss up her neck. “Ooo speaking of,” he pulled back to look at her. “I was thinking … I have some miles I need to use before they expire. What if I came down for Benny's fight? You can say no it's totally ok, if you need to concentrate on him or if it's too early to meet your friends and -”

“Hey, hey, shhh,” he stroked her cheek with his thumb. “You can come visit literally whenever you want. Everyone wants to meet you and I want you to meet them.”

“Oh yeah? Even Lulu?” She smirked. Benny and Will's elderly neighbor Lucille, or Lulu as Frankie called her, had quite a soft spot for Frankie.

“Especially Lulu. She wants to see who keeps making me smile when I look at my phone. Besides, I think the one you really have to impress is David,” he winked.

Jo wrapped her legs around Frankie's waist, pulling him flush against her body. “Then it's decided, I'll be there for fight night and I’ll stay the weekend.”

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The rain did not let up that evening and parts of the metro area were experiencing localized flooding. Warm and cozy on the couch, neither of them wanted to move, so they decided to stay in for the night, playing games, cuddling, and just talking before making their way to the bedroom. 

As Jo laid on her side, Frankie enveloping her in warmth, her mind started to battle competing emotions. She was replaying her favorite parts of the weekend, sad that it was already coming to an end. It wasn't what she had originally planned, but it ended up being perfect. Being with Frankie made her want to slow down, really enjoy things, and be in the moment.

The past couple of weeks were intense. Up until this point in her life, she’d been on her own, relishing her independence. But seeing Frankie’s name pop up on her phone gave her instant butterflies; she felt like a school girl. Her whole mood depended on when she’d hear from him and what they’d talk about. She was hyperaware of not wanting to come across as clingy or needy, but when they would go long stretches without talking her stomach would be in knots. She immediately feared the worst – that he’d gotten annoyed by her or worse, met someone else, someone who could be there for him physically. Having all of this be long-distance brought forth anxiety as she wondered how they would make this work.

What even was this? Is he her boyfriend? Are they just “talking” or whatever people say these days? Where was this going? Would it just be stolen weekends here and there? Banking up enough PTO to sneak in a few extra days or maybe take a week off to escape somewhere together. How long would that be enough for him? For her?

A little voice reminded her of how busy these next few months would be at work. Between conferences and events, she already felt exhausted by it all. How would Frankie fit into all of that? Would he get tired of her being so busy during the day that she’d just crash at night? Would he grow resentful? He had his own life too, it's not fair to assume he'd always come up here to visit her. How long would they go between visits? She was falling so hard and fast for Frankie that she feared it would crash and burn as quickly as it started. And if it did, she wouldn't be able to come back from it.

Meanwhile, Frankie lay on his side, arm wrapped around her waist, and deep in his thoughts too. He had never felt this close to another person so quickly. It's like she just…fit. Giving his heart over to someone else like this was terrifying but also thrilling. This was all so fast and so intense, but it felt…right. And for once, his mind felt quiet.

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Jo stirred, and the crack of thunder woke her up. She reached over and felt a cold spot next to her on the bed where Frankie should have been sleeping. Sounds coming from the kitchen made her reach for his flannel. She paused for a moment before putting it on, taking a deep breath, and inhaling the scent of him that lingered in the fabric. She buttoned a couple of buttons as she tiptoed down the hallway to see what he was doing.

What greeted her was quite a vision. Frankie's back was to her, giving her ample time to check him out. His hair was sticking up in all directions, partly from sleep and partly from the fact that she couldn't keep her hands to herself last night. The muscles in his back flexed as he flipped the skillet, one of her kitchen towels slung over his shoulder. Her eyes took note of every freckle and every scar as trailed down his body to his waist, finally landing on his cute little butt in his boxers. 

Sensing a shift in the room he tensed up and slowly turned around and let out a breath when he realized it was Jo. 

“Oh shit, sorry, didn't mean to sneak up on you,” she winced.

“No, no it's ok, good morning mi cielo,” he closed the distance between them and wrapped her in a kiss, the taste of coffee on his tongue. “I wanted to make you some breakfast before we had to leave.”

“Chef Morales, I could get used to this,” she peered around him to see an omelet cooking and some toast laid on a plate.

He pulled her close, taking an appreciative look down the opening of his shirt, “Well, I could say the same thing.” 

“You like seeing me in your shirt?” She wiggled her hips.

“Looks a hell of a lot better on you than me…you should keep it.”

“Keep it?” She narrowed her eyes.

“Yeah,” he gave her a lopsided grin as he turned around to flip the omelet. “I have some more at home anyway.”

“Hmm…leaving clothes at my place…seems like this is getting kind of serious don’t you think?” She tried to sound casual and flirty, but inside she was freaking out, hoping it wasn’t too presumptuous. 

Frankie stopped, swallowing hard and trying to steady his breath. “Would that be a bad thing?” He turned the stove off and faced her, seeing her fiddling with one of the sleeves.

“I don’t think so…I’d…I’d like that.” Her eyes lifted, finding his as she held her breath. 

He knitted his brows, closing the distance between them and rubbing his hands up and down her arms. “I’d like that too.”

They smiled, relief washing over them before leaning forward and crashing into a kiss. He was thankful for the ample counter space in her kitchen, which provided the perfect place to enjoy his favorite meal. 

She giggled as he helped her get up, unbuttoning the few buttons she had hastily fastened. “Babe, we’re going to be late,” she murmured against his lips, gasping a bit as his fingers teased her folds. 

“Shh, we'll be ok…I got you,” he winked. 

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The drive to the airport was quiet as they were deep in their thoughts. Frankie’s hand never left Jo’s thigh as he tried to take mental notes of how she felt, how she sounded, and how she smelled. He was thankful they already had their next time planned, that there was a date he could immediately circle on his calendar when he got home. It was a struggle to not think beyond that, to think of the what ifs or when he'd see her after that. For now, for once, he didn't want to think about logistics or plans, he just wanted to be in the moment. 

As she pulled up to the curb, she took a deep breath in through her nose, resolved to not break down in front of him. The rain was picking up again like the sky was crying because they were parting from each other. 

Sensing her nerves, Frankie squeezed her hand, “Don’t get out and get all wet. We’ll just say…I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she smiled, quickly wiping a tear that rolled down her cheek. “We aren't saying goodbye ok? You're going to land and then head to the gym and see Benny and get him all ready for his fight. And we’ll FaceTime tonight, it's your turn to choose a movie.”

Frankie chuckled, comforted that this was as hard for her as it was for him. “Ok, mi cielo,” he kissed her. “I'll miss you.”

“I'll miss you more. I'll see you in 11 days,” she smiled into his kiss.

“The countdown is on,” he winked.

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A/N: The inspiration for the title of this comes from an aviation term which means “forced to stay grounded due to bad weather.” I thought it was fitting given how their plans kept getting thwarted by the weather. I'm entering this is in @undercoverpena’s April Showers Challenge! I always planned for this little one-shot and the timing was perfect.

Hope you enjoy!

[uselesssomebody]

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the do's (rules & information):

readers must be over 18 reading these drabbles

all works will be under or roughly a thousand words

thirty-one days of smut drabbles

ten days are open to requests for the kinks

ten days will include dark content (will be properly tagged)

five will include a dominant reader

the don'ts (what i am not interested in writing):

i only write fem!readers, with all involved characters being over 18

the kinks i'd appreciate you don't request are anything to do with anal penetration, bodily fluids (besides blood and cum), and certain dom/sub dynamics like age play or ddlg

otherwise, ask away, and i'll see if i'm comfortable writing your request!

the kinks and the characters

october 1: shower sex w/ frankie morales

october 2: ball worship (dom!reader) w/ eddie munson

october 3: sex pollen (dark) w/ din djarin

october 4: consensual non-consent (dark) w/ miguel o'hara

october 5: threesome (ffm) w/ marc spector & layla el-faouly

october 6: requested kink & character

october 7: breeding kink (dark) w/ duke leto

october 8: somnophilia (dark) w/ eddie munson

october 9: mutual masturbation (dom!reader) w/ steven grant

october 10: threesome (mmf) + double penetration (in one hole) w/ frankie morales and santiago garcia

october 11: titfucking w/ javier peña

october 12: requested kink & character

october 13: exhibitionism w/ poe dameron

october 14: dacryphilia (dark) w/ joel miller

october 15: temperature play (dom!reader) w/ din djarin

october 16: phone sex w/ jack daniels

october 17: corruption kink (dark) w/ dio morrissey

october 18: requested kink & character

october 19: edging (dark!dom!reader) w/ basil stitt

october 20: recording/blackmail (dark) w/ jonathan levy

october 21: mask + glove kink w/ jake lockley

october 22: hate + mirror sex w/ javier peña

october 23: cockwarming (dom!reader) w/ steven grant

october 24: requested kink & character

october 25: overstimulation w/ jake lockley

october 26: size difference w/ miguel o'hara

october 27: knife kink (dark) w/ bucky barnes

october 28: free use (dark) w/ joel miller

october 29: sex toys w/ natasha romanoff

october 30: requested kink & character

october 31: period sex/blood kink w/ santiago garcia

the characters (you guys can request)

from stranger things, i write for eddie munson, robin buckley, billy hargrove or steve harrington

from marvel, i write for bucky barnes, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, jake lockley, marc spector, steven grant, layla el-faouly and miguel o'hara

from star wars, i write for poe dameron, or din djarin (the mandalorian)

from triple frontier, i write for frankie morales and santiago garcia

miscellaneous oscar isaac characters i write for include basil stitt, jonathan levy, duke leto, kane and orestes (agora)

miscellaneous pedro pascal characters i write for include joel miller, javier peña, jack daniels (agent whiskey), dio morrissey

if you want to request another character, don't hesitate! i will see what i can do.

notes

guys i know i haven't written in like 1200 months but i wanna get back into the mood with the short smutty stuff

besides, i've never done kinktober and every other one i've seen bangs so hard i simply couldn't resist

side note - dark fics will be only available on my adjacent dark blog: @darkuselesssomebody, but will be linked on this masterlist. if you wanna read the dark drabbles and future dark work, give it a follow!

i am also willing to take non-kinky & halloween themed requests, so if you have any, let me know!

𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

[for-a-longlongtime]

JOIN US for the Triple Frontier 5th Anniversary Write-A-Thon!

Hosted by @romanarose and @for-a-longlongtime

Hello everyone!

March 13th 2024 will be the 5 year anniversary of Triple Frontier, a movie that was underrated but very precious to us all. Whether Frankie Fridays rock your world, you're a Benny kinda-person, you've got a thing for Santi, or are counting everything all the time just like Will - there are so many of us.

Charlie Hunnam announced recently that there is potential for a sequel; he is trying to get it in production and has signed on as a producer. Do we want this? HELL. YEAH. Let's be real, we've probably all thought about how that would go. So @romanarose and I wanted to drum up a little extra excitement all over the place and spread some love for this movie that many of us have watched so many times! (Probably every week. I have no shame admitting this.)

Here's what's happening

It's super simple: create a fanfic of Triple Frontier, any way you like and with any characters you want. Most people will be inclined to write a story, but we always greatly welcome other artistic interpretations. We've listed some content rules below just to make sure it's fun and accessible for everybody, so please check it out. This is for both art and fanfiction. We encourage you to utilize Twitter or Instagram if you’d like to share either, and #triplefrontier or #triplefrontier2019 on any site you post on! Even if you don't plan to participate, please feel free to share this (or other) posts.

Please note you do NOT have to write a 'sequel' to TF; any fic with any Triple Frontier character will do, in pretty much any situation. A 500 word ficlet will be awesome, as will a 20K story, a painting or digital art be!

🏳‍🌈 We are highly encouraging LGBT themes and for you to think outside of x f!reader. 🏳‍🌈 

👉 If you are writing reader insert, we strongly encourage you to encompass a broad scope of readers if you aren't going to specify the demographic. 👈 (FYI, @idolatrybarbie made a great, important post about the need of inclusive reader inserts a couple of months ago.)

All fics that fall under the rules are encouraged, so if you write Santiago Garcia x afab!f!reader, that’s great! But we’d like to take this time to encourage gay/bi pairings, trans readers, gender neutral characters or readers, or even trans interpretations of the boys. Branch out!

🚨 When you post, PLEASE tag @triplefrontier-anniversary on Tumblr and we will reblog it there. We also may reblog onto our main. Please follow that page to see what other people are writing! In the tags, please tag it triple frontier write a thon, just to make everything easily found.

If you want to post art that Tumblr doesn’t allow things like nude art, link the content in a Tumblr post, like a Twitter link, and we’ll reblog that!

If you exclusively write on AO3 or Wattpad or other, you can either make a link on a Tumblr post and tag us. Or message @romanarose privately and they’ll get this set up for you so we can reblog.

Triple Frontier Write-A-Thon Rules

We will run from March 1st to March 14th. Fics and art posted before or after will not be counted - we're trying to keep things manageabel!

This is not a dark event, sorry! Some of us enjoy dark content but wanted to keep this particular event mostly non-dark. That being said, we will allow dub con in the context of mild alcohol use, power dynamics etc. Nothing cooercive, anything sexual should be done with consent. Mostly we are looking to avoid non-con/violence. If you have questions, don’t be afraid to reach out to us!

All participants must be 18+, although smut is not required

No incest, including Millercest. No underage content, no grooming, no - do we really need to list it all here? Again, this is not a dark fic thing.

We have the right to exclude any fic that makes us uncomfortable. It’s our event.

However, we will NOT be excluding people for personal biases, unless it encroaches on our boundaries. This event is to promote Triple Frontier, not about us.

LGBTQ+ characters and themes are highly encouraged, not required. Any fandom thrives when it's inclusive, so we want to explicitely welcome and encourage authors to be themselves and write what they want! Or perhaps even try something new, if so far you've only written P boys x f!reader/OFC.

Tom is allowed. We’re not gonna tell you not to include him if that’s what your little heart desires. However, we highly encourage that your work includes at least one of the usual four guys.

(We don't know WHY you would want this but but FINE. If you must...)

We hope everyone has fun and that this will drum up some more Triple Frontier fics! It's just a fun little thing we want to do in order to celebrate all of you as authors, artists and the movie/characters that have made such an impact on many of us.

Once we start reblogging your entries at @triplefrontier-anniversary starting March 1st, remember to reblog and comment to support artists!

Please come to @romanarose or me with any questions!

PS: Just to make sure there's no confusion - this write-a-thon is explicitely about the Triple Frontier characters, so there's no RPF.

[loustat-0]

Here's the reasons why I don't connect well with Loumand in the book :

So one of them is because Louis never even once admitted to Lestat or Claudia so ruthlessly that he loved Lestat and suddenly with Armand he became more free in love & more open , I don't think it was because Armand listened to him or understood him better because there are some parts of iwtv book where Lestat was capable of those yet Louis thought it was manipulation 🙄 . Why didn't he ever think the same about Armand ? 😏 The answer is simple because Armand didn't exactly shown his mind powers to Louis yet . And even when he told Louis he did that & he used it on Louis to make him turn Madeline Louis still forgave him ??? And just asked not to do it again ! And Armand didn't do it ? 😏 What makes us sure he didn't ? Cause there are two sentences which showed he most probably did use it again . 1. " Go to sleep Louis " after Louis burnt the theater & wanted to escape Paris & 2. When he admitted that when he heard Lestat survived he said this :

While it is true that Armand might have kept the fact that Lestat was alive from Louis to protect him it is also worth mentioning Armand does many manipulative things to help the people he loved too . Armand is able to read anyone's mind & if he had read Louis's he must've known if Lestat being alive will make Louis feel anything or not , right ? And why didn't he tell Lestat about Louis being alive ? 😏 What was he protecting Lestat from ? Other than the fact that if he knew he would probably do whatever he could to find Louis again & talk to him & they would probably leave Armand again & get back together ? 😬 So no it wasn't all about protecting Louis from himself or anyone it was for himself too .

All I can think of is how numb Louis became when Claudia died & Armand & Louis kinda fell apart & just lived together because there were no other vampires who would accept them & they were both afraid of being alone & not finding anyone who could love them again as they once loved each other . In my opinion they practically stayed together out of desperation for not being alone & for Louis because he didn't have anyone else to lean on as powerful as Armand . And Armand was emotionally so obsessed with Louis & he couldn't end it easily.

Armand tried to make Louis separated with Claudia a lot he wanted Louis for himself & he didn't want to share him which in the book Lestat never tried to do . And then he orchestrated a whole show to get rid of Claudia & make Louis believe Lestat was responsible for her doom 🙄 although poor Claudia was already doomed because of Lestat's selfishness of making someone so young but let's not forget that they punished her for killing her maker & one of their kind . Another attempt of Armand to separate Louis & Lestat & let's not forget did Louis ever actually ask himself if Lestat was still in the theater or not when he burnt it down ? Yes He didn't even care at that moment he was angry & he was mourning & that can make you not think of whatever you're doing at that moment . Because later when Louis said this :

Doesn't this indicate that Louis cared who was burnt in that theater ? He said I didn't really care I hadn't thought of Lestat at all the night I torched the theater . Isn't it weird to you that he thought of Santiago & Celeste but didn't really care about Lestat ? 🤔 And if he didn't then why did he burn Lestat with them ? He said he didn't hate him for Claudia's death . Don't you sense some mind power here ? 👀

And look what Louis said about Lestat being alive : I cannot convey to you the feeling that came over me when I heard this .

I mean what does that say ? Why does Louis say this ?

And one more thing if Lestat had escaped the theater who helped him escape ? He didn't escape in fact Armand had taken him again to the tower 😏 .

4. Finally this is why I don't like book Loumand . No hate on AMC Loumand what so ever because I haven't seen anything from them but if the show runners want to do the books they have to at least notice one of these flaws & voids in Louis & Armand's relationship as much as they did in Louis & Lestat's relationship . 😉

[romanarose]

Gross Reality

Santiago Garcia x fem!reader

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Summary: You are on your period and feel disgusting, Santi isn't phased.

Content Warnings: BODILY FLUIDS, all the bodily fluids. This fic is just me being self-indulgent because I'm feeling disgusting on my period today. Breif reference to butt stuff bc it's me. But mostly, if bodily fluids like puke and shit gross you out, keep going but I know this is the reality for many people who get periods.

A/N: In my head, this takes place in a lil universe of several of my Santi fics, including the one I did with Dolli, Honest Mistake, and but more importantly another Santi period fic I referenced in this fic, Santi With a Reader on Her Period.

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Santi Claus: Hey babe, you wanna come over today? The new Spider-verse movie is on Disney plus, we can refuel your fanfiction inspiration 👀or inspiration 👀 for other things 👀

Benny’s Hot Friend: Can’t, busy sitting on the toilet.

Santi realized, again, he needed to change his girlfriends name from what he had drunkenly put it in as months ago at Will’s engagement party.

Santi Claus: … just sitting there?

Benny’s hot friend: No, dumbass

Santi Claus: Did you get distracted watching tik tok for an hour again?

Benny’s Hot friend: NO! Im on my period and it’s day two and everything is fucking awful and I wanna die and I think I’m going to on this toilet

Santi Claus: Cramps?

Benny’s Hot Friend: Shitting, Santi. Shitting. I’ve bled through my tampons after 30 minuets and i'm sick of it and I keep needing to shit and it’s disgusting and I’m disgusting and I’m just free bleeding over the toilet and shitting when need because I can’t trust my farts ARE YOU HAPPY

Santa Claus is typing

Santi Claus is typing

Santi Claus is typing

Santi was very carefully plotting his next words.

Santi Claus: Amor, have you eaten today?

Benny’s Hot Friend: NO I HAVEN'T EATEN TODAY SANTI IF YOU MUST ASK AND I HAVEN'T HAD ANY CAFFEINE EVERYTHING IS TERRIBLE.

When he didn’t respond, you assumed he’d gotten sick of your shit. It wasn’t that long ago that you happen woken up on top of him with a surprise early period, bleeding all over your new boyfriend who you hadn’t even farted around, and now, although you were more secure, you still worried you’d come across as gross and bitchy and he was over it. Your periods were horrible, the first 2-3 days at least. Dejected, you clean yourself up but only to go get more pain medicine and plot yourself back down on the toilet. 

Another round of cramps came and pretty soon you could add tears and puke to the list of fluids exiting you, ready to just get into the bathtub and cry when you felt your hair being held back and you look to your side to see Santi, eyes concerned and worried, but not disturbed.

“Do you need a hospital, mi vida?”

You shake your head. “No, tummy just hurts.”

Not deterred, Santi holds your hair and rubs your stomach as you empty into the trashcan until the pain subsided enough to try taking a pill again. Dutifully, Santi cleaned up the trash can and your face before guiding you up rinse your mouth out with mouth wash, all while muttering oft praises and encouragement. ‘There we go, let it out’ ‘Do you feel better? Bien.’ ‘Doing good, just spit it out now’

“Santi, I’m sorry, this is so gross-”

“Oh hush. This is far from the worst I’ve seen.”

“Saw worse in the military?”

“No- well, yeah, but I was thinking about the time Benny called me after getting food poisoning from Taco Bell and I had to play big brother while Will was out of town.”

“Yeah” You pant, stomach hurting. “I’ve had to deal with him sick too. He’s a bigfucking baby. Now can you please get out, I need to shit.”

Santi scoffed at that. “You think I don’t shit? I shit all day, three times before lunch-”

“Yeah, you should get that checked out”

“-I’m not phased. I’ve had my finger in your ass, I can handle what comes out of it.”

Finally, you giggle, smiling at him as he sat at the tub edge. “Okay, your funeral.” You bent over in pain again, wondering what the fuck you did to deserve this nonsesnese every month and what you did to deserve to deserve such a loving boyfriend. You wanted to marry this pain in your ass, marry him so hard. He talks to you while you take care of business whipping your face when you get the cold sweats

“Santi, I love you but you’ve gotta get outta here while I clean up.”

He chuckles, but concedes. “Okay, I brought over chinese food-” 

“Oh FUCK YEAH”

“-and coffee”

“FFFFFUUUCCKKK YEEEAAHHH”

“I’ll get it ready in the kitchen when you’re done”

He does as promised and you begin to clean up when you get a ding on your phone. You didn’t realize it was Santi’s until it was too late, and you saw it. No, he wasn’t cheating. No, he wasn’t talking shit. It was the last text you sent him and you saw what your name was on the screen.

Benny’s Hot Friend.

“Santiago Garcia!” You stand in the kitchen with his phone, fully dressed but your hair clinging to your face from sweat. “Wanna explain my contact name?”

He looks confused, then his eyes widen and he stops plating your food. Muneca, listen, I can explain-”

“BENNY’S HOT FRIEND?!” But you were smiling.

He starts to back away, hands raised in defense. “I said you were hot!”

“Did you forget my name that night?”

“Honey, I had like 8 beers and I’m a short king! I was drunk!”

Playfully, you run at Santi, threatening to bleed on him again.

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Anyway, shout out to my Peeps in the whorefully yours discord! we all go there and complain about our periods bc they suck. Mine arent THAT bad, I mostly had the shits and the excessive bleeding and I do just sit on the toilet sometimes but I know other people who throw up from the pain.

Your pain is real, and you deserve someone to take care of you

@fandxmslxt69 @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @whatthefishh @k-ra @eyelessfaces @ivystoryweaver @steven-grants-world @campingwiththecharmings @ahookedheroespureheart @littlenosoul

[jksprincess10]

Are we out of the woods 4. I can't hide from you like I hide from myself

Summary : Your father is a dangerous man who has a lot of enemies. One day, you’re taken from your home by force to go to a safe cabin in the woods to be protected from an unknown danger by three of his men: Ironhead, Pope and Catfish. You’re not really a nature enjoyer, but in your boredom, you discover a new love for nature. You also get to know the men working for your dad and interest sparks between you and the mysterious and silent Francisco.

CW: canon-like violence, explicit smut, reader is kind of a princess at first, talks of divorce, drugs & alcohol, talks of addiction, slight age gap (reader in her mid 20s, frankie in his late 30s), jealousy, tension, frankie is a mess.

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You asked for a party to celebrate your victory. After all, the fridge was overflowing with unopened beer bottles. You felt like the boys were finally respecting you and not seeing you only as an unbearable princess. So, after a well-earned nap, you got ready for the, everyone excited like teenagers hosting a secret house party.

You wear a low-cut shirt with a cardigan over it and comfortable, stretchy jeans that molds your ass. You don’t know why you feel the need to dress to impress. Well, you knew, but you were in denial. You couldn’t help but to be drawn to Francisco, even more so that he wanted to push you away so badly. Wanting something you couldn’t have has always been more exciting.

You roam around the cabin, trying to find the boys. You guess they’re all hiding in their shared bedroom. So, you knock on their door and open it when they don’t immediately respond.

“What are you guys – ”

Santiago comes up to you in a hurry, tan hands trying to cover your eyes.

“Everything here is very legal and there’s nothing to see.”

“Oh, come on.”

You take his hands in yours to bring them down. They feel rough and dry. You wonder if Frankie’s feel the same. When you’re finally free from Santi’s hands, you observe the scene before your eyes: the boys are on the carpet and are visibly rolling joints meticulously, distributing the green dried-up herb evenly on paper before rolling it up expertly. It seems like they have done this their whole life. You sit down on the carpet with them, your legs under you.

“I thought you guys were doing crack or something.”

They all laugh. Except Frankie, who clears his throat and passes his hand under his cap to tame his hair; something he often did when he was nervous.

“We didn’t know if you’d be up for it, and we didn’t want to scare you.” Will explains.

“Never smoked, but I’m up for a new experience.” You shrug.

Your dad watched you way too close for you to do one thing out of line. But he wasn’t there. And for once, there were no cameras. Well… probably. You could never be sure with him.

When your eyes go from the messy room to the men around you, your eyes lock with Frankie’s for a second. He still looks stoic; his broad shoulders under his light blue shirt visibly tense, legs covered in dark washed jeans, straight like a soldier’s. Only his fingers are indicating the slight hint of movement as he plays with the slim leather bracelet around his wrist.

“Well, this is your party.” Frankie finally says after clearing his throat and looking away.

“Perfect, so let’s do whatever the lady wants.” Pope agrees, slapping his best friend on the shoulder in a friendly manner.

“I’m thinking we could light the fireplace and take the party there when you’re ready.” You suggest.

After you have all eaten, you start drinking. You really didn’t like the taste of beer, but you knew you’d get shit for it if you complained. When you hit the bottom of a few drinks, your personal bodyguards decided to take out the weed. You were feeling pretty relaxed already, so you took only a hit, while the others shared a few. You remember vaguely your high school friends telling you about what it smelled like. You didn’t really like it. But you’d like to smell it on Frankie’s clothes.

 While you smoked, you talked about their code names. The boys shared the stories behind them. There were all sorts of heroic stories. It’s like they lived a whole lifetime before getting stuck here with you.

“I want a code name too.” You whine.

“We’ll think of one.” Will promises. He seemed to be the least affected one by the mixture of drugs and beer.

Minutes later, everything was funnier and a bit more blurry than usual.

“Okay so Frankie, please take off that ugly ass cap.” You say with a giggle, trying to make him laugh. You crawl to him and try to take it off his head. When he protests, you add: “It’s my party. I won the bet.” You extend your arm and steal it from him, hiding it under your ass. You like how messy Frankie’s hair looks; brown curls untamed around his head. You wanted to run your fingers through them, but you still had some self-control left.

You talk of random stuff with the boys, until they suggest a game. You have a brilliant idea. You put one of the empty bottles inside the circle formed by your bodies.

“Fuck no, we’re all men and you’re alone.” Santiago rolls his eyes. “I’m not kissing you, pendejo.” He says to Frankie.

“Isn’t that the most fun thing about it? Let’s see who I get to kiss, huh.”

It spins and spins until it the tip stops in front of Santi.

“Come on Santi, rules are rules.” You giggle as you invite him to get closer with a movement of your index finger.

You almost miss how Frankie looks away and sips on his beer quietly as Santiago crawls to you. Your hands grab him by the collar, and you press your lips on his. He’s not a bad kisser, but you don’t like the way his stubble scrapes your skin. When you two separate, you see that Frankie has left the room entirely.

“He’s not fun.”

“Maybe this isn’t the most responsible thing to do when you’re fucked out of your mind.” Will shrugs. “You should go lay down.”

Santiago looks disappointed, but Will shoots him a reprobating look.

You get up with some difficulty, holding on to furniture to help. You find your way through the halls and see that the men’s bedroom is open, and Frankie is nursing his beer, sitting on one of the bunk beds.

“Hey, party pooper.”

Francisco sighs dramatically and pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He really tries to ignore you, but you sit beside him. Too close. You flood his mind with your floral perfume hidden under the strong scent of weed and wood.

“Please leave.”

“What’s wrong, Francisco? Tell me.” You slur.

“Nothing. Nothing is wrong.” He says abruptly, cheeks red.

“Hmmmm.” You lay your head on his shoulder and look up at his face. “Your hair looks nice. I wanna touch it. Please.” You don’t wait for approval as you lift your hand and almost get to your target, but he stops you by wrapping his hand around your wrist. It’s softer than Santi’s, you notice. His warm brown eyes are on you.

“Can you stop trying to get into everyone’s pants?”

“You don’t understand anything, Fish.” You respond with annoyance. You clumsily put your legs over his, straddling his thighs. “M’not trying to get into Santi’s pants.”

He sets his beer down and hesitantly wraps his arm around you to keep you steady. You feel goosebumps even though you have many layers of clothing separating you from his skin.

“Then, what was that earlier?” You can’t put your finger on it, but he sounds… heartbroken and miserable.

“Was trying to kiss you, asshole. But you don’t let me in. You don’t – you don’t talk to me, Frankie.”  Your cheeks heat up. You hate how everything seems to be coming out of your mouth at once without you being able to stop them, like blood coming out of a fresh wound.

You suddenly feel hot, and your arms fight with your cardigan to rip it off, all while Frankie still holds you so you don’t hit your head on the ground.  

“I don’t want you to see what’s inside, cariño. It’s broken and put together with tape.”

“Please.” You press your forehead against his.

Your proximity makes it hard for him to push you away. He caves in, a soft palm coming up to cup your cheek as he pulls to let you get a taste of him. His lips are chapped, his beard soft and he tastes like beer and leftover weed. His mouth moves softly against yours, following the rhythm you set. You feel like your body is exploding in fireworks, sparks of you and him mixing in the night sky. You deepen the kiss, tongue exploring his mouth and lips sucking around his tongue as you push him down on the bed. You already feel how hard he is beneath you, and your mind is blurred with want. You moan his name, and he swallows the sound.

“Shh…” He never sounded so soft, and you wanted to bottle the sound for the next time he was grumpy and telling you to fuck off.

The door was still slightly open, and you could hear the laughs and animated conversations between Santi and Will. They probably thought you were asleep and frankly, you did not care. Your mind was chanting at you to keep Frankie close. Your fingers tangle in his hair, caressing and pulling. You see the way his eyes roll in his skull when you pull.

“You like that, Frankie baby?” The pet name falls out of your lips like a known song. 

“Yes.” He breathes.

On their own accord, your hips start moving, desperate to get any friction. The rough fabric of your jeans gives you some relief, but it’s not enough. You want him and you’re consumed by the thought. His hands move from your waist to your tits, and he massages your sensitive breasts through your bra. You camouflage your sighs of pleasure with kisses along his throat. He smells so fucking good, like the forest on a fresh and sunny morning. He thrusts his hips into yours roughly, and you realize he’s also desperate.

“Fuck, I could come just like that.” He whispers.

You smirk against his skin as your hips move against his, the inseam of your pants mixed with his hardness rubbing deliciously against your pussy. He feels so fucking big, and you want to take him everywhere, but you’re too consumed by your body chasing its pleasure to think about undressing.

The snap of his hips is enough after a while to send your body to a new peak, with his hands grabbing your tits.

“You’re so beautiful.” He groans like it pains him before trapping your mouth with his, tongues mixing as he chases his own high. You help him through it, until you feel his hips stutter while he comes. Hard.

You get off him and let your body fall beside his. You barely have time to relax and register what you just did when he says:

“Fuck, go.” Frankie pushes you as you hear footsteps. He hides the wet front of his pants with his blanket.

You get out of the bed as fast as you can and get out of the room without looking back, stumbling and holding the walls that were spinning, trying to look as natural as possible.

Thankfully, the boys are too high to see how weird you act as you uncoordinatedly walk to your room, grinning from ear to ear.

[eyelessfaces]

heyyyy!! might seem random and I don’t know if you listen to Lana Del Rey at all so feel free to ignore me, but if you do, what are some of her songs that you associate with Oscar’s characters (like Poe, Llewyn, Miguel, Rydal, the Moon boys... whatever, I’m not picky). Love your work btw!

dear anon, you are in luck, you have no idea how much.

I don't listen to lana that much, I do listen to a few songs and appreciate her work but my dear best friend @eatingyouryoung happens to have the oscar + lana brainrot cocktail

when I asked her for help to answer this ask, she happened to have already thought about this and sent me a 5 pages long document she had written about the subject, so there you go:

Llewyn:

In My Feelings

Brooklyn Baby

« Could it be that I fell for another loser

I'm crying while I'm cummin'

Making love while I'm making good money

Sobbin' in my cup of coffee

'Cause I fell for another loser

Get that cigarette smoke out of my face

You've been wasting my time

While you're taking what's mine, with the things that you're doing

Talk that talk, well now they all know your name

And there's no coming back from the place that you came

Baby don't do it

'Cause you got me in my feelings (catch you, it's so much right now)

Talking in my sleep again (you can whistle if you want) »

Rydal:

« Well, my boyfriend's in a band

He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

I've got feathers in my hair

I get down to Beat poetry

And my jazz collection's rare

I can play most anything

I'm a Brooklyn baby »

« They say I'm too young to love you

They say I'm too dumb to see

They judge me like a picture book

By the colors, like they forgot to read

I think we're like fire and water

I think we're like the wind and sea

You're burnin' up, I'm coolin' down

You're up, I'm down

You're blind, I see »

California

Lucky Ones

« I shouldn't have done it, but I read it in your letter

You said to a friend that you wish you were doing better

I wanted to call you, but I didn't say a thing

Oh, I'll pick you up

If you come back to America, just hit me up »

« You don't ever have to be stronger than you really are

When you're lying in my arms, and, honey

You don't ever have to act cooler than you think you should

You're brighter than the brightest stars

You're scared to win, scared to lose

I've heard the war was over if you really choose

The one in and around you

You hate the heat, you got the blues

Changing like the weather, oh, that's so like you »

Santiago:

« Boy, get into my car, got a bad desire

You know that we'll never leave if we don't get out now, now, now

You're a careless con and you're a crazy liar, but, baby

Nobody can compare to the way you get down, down, down

I tried so hard to act nice like a lady

You taught me that it was good to be crazy

Every now and then, the stars align

Boy and girl meet by the great design

Could it be that you and me are the lucky ones?

Everybody told me love was blind

Then I saw your face and you blew my mind

Finally, you and me are the lucky ones this time »

On Our Way

Poe:

« Why do I think too much?

You tell me not to worry

Because you're the boss

And you, you got a real good plan

My trouble's all over now

Because you're my man

You don't know what you've done to me

You're heavier than heavenly

Life on the run has set me free, me free now

We're on our way »

Love Song

Miguel:

« Dream a dream, here's a scene

Touch me anywhere 'cause I'm your baby

Grab my waist, don't waste any part

I believe that you see me for who I am

So spill my clothes on the floor of your new car

Is it safe, is it safe to just be who we are? »

Black Beauty

Marc:

« I paint my nails black

I dye my hair a darker shade of brown

'Cause you like your women Spanish, dark, strong and proud

I paint the sky black

You said if you could have your way

You'd make it nighttime all today

So it'd suit the mood with your soul

Oh, what can I do?

Nothing, my sparrow blue

Oh, what can I do?

Life is beautiful, but you don't have a clue

Sun and ocean blue

Their magnificence, it don't make sense to you »

Say Yes to Heaven

Jake:

« If you dance, I'll dance

And if you don't, I'll dance anyway

Give peace a chance

Let the fear you have fall away

I've got my eye on you »

Honeymoon

Steven:

« There are violets in your eyes

There are guns that blaze around you

There are roses in between my thighs

And a fire that surrounds you

It's no wonder every man in town

Had neither fought nor found you

Everything you do is elusive

To even your honey dew »

Prom Song (Gone Wrong)

Nathan:

« Boy, it's late, walk me home, put your hand in mine

At the gate, stop and say, "be my valentine"

You are, by far, the brightest star

I've ever seen, and I never dreamed

I'd be so happy that I could die

You used to say that I was beautiful like Cleopatra

But you the king too, so I would say, "back at ya"

I flip my hair and make you stare and put my makeup on

And make up stories 'bout my life and put on very cherry bomb

And even then, I knew that we were something serious

That you would dominate my thoughts like radio to Sirius »

Pretty When You Cry

Blue:

« All those special times I spent with you, my love

They don't mean shit compared to all your drugs

But I don't really mind, I've got much more than that

Like my memories, I don't need that

I'll wait for you, babe, you don't come through, babe

You never do, babe, that's just what you do

Because I'm pretty when I cry »

Dealer

Jonathan:

« I check it, I wreck it, I turn it around

I gave you all my money, gave you all my money

Gave you all my money, gave you all my money

I don't wanna live

I don't wanna give you nothing

'Cause you never give me nothing back

Why can't you be good for something?

Not one shirt off your back

Why can't you be good for something?

Not one shirt off your back »

Young and Beautiful

Leto:

« Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?

Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?

I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will

Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?

Dear Lord, when I get to Heaven

Please let me bring my man

When he comes, tell me that you'll let him in

Father, tell me if you can

All that grace, all that body

All that face makes me wanna party

He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds »

National Anthem

here you go :))

« I'm your national anthem

God, you're so handsome

Take me to the Hamptons, Bugatti Veyron

He loves to romance 'em, reckless abandon

Holding me for ransom, upper echelon

He says to be cool but, I don't know how yet

Wind in my hair, hand on the back of my neck

I said, "Can we party later on?"

He said, "Yes, yes, yes" »

[blacclotusss]

Do You Know What It Means to be Loved by Death?

My meta and analysis of my favorite scenes from IWTV s02e02

Louis and Claudia at the Cafe

Been a favorite of mine since the scene dropped way back in February. I've always loved Louis and Claudia moments where the two of them are just acting like the siblings they are. Claudia's question of who Louis is, I believe, implants something within him. Louis does dodge the question, of course, but I think we'll see what happens once he's without her. Now, the question is whether he will be without the hallucination of Lestat (I don't think so).

Claudia and Madeleine Meeting

Claudia and Madeleine's first meeting! Eep! There was more tension than I was expecting, but I liked the interaction. Claudia bursting in and demanding her wants is music to my ears.

Louis Cruising

Baby...I'm so glad Mr. du Lac is in Paris living it up and doing so freely. I do wish we could have seen him cruising more...explicitly; especially with the way Armand and Louis described their love lives. But, it's nice to know he was free and without judgement to do as he wanted.

Louis and Armand's First Meeting

Can we talk about legit love and first sight?! They're both so cute in this moment, it's the sweetest thing. The awkwardness of Louis against the smoothness of Armand meshed together beautifully. And the way the two looked at each other as they recounted the story was so magical. "I will not harm you" "And I never have." Such a tender moment and I hope and pray Armand has not hurt that man in any way, even indirectly. I can see it in the both of their faces that they wish to go back to that time, if only for a little while.

Introduction to the Theatre/Coven

I am such a sucker for all things camp and theater and this was both of those on steroids. The theatrics, the acting, the usage of both the projector and the blurred lines between real and fake was amazing. It felt like a show all on it's own. Louis and his facial expressions were hilarious and you can clearly tell it's not his thing, but Claudia wants to fully immerse herself in that. It was so sweet looking at how in awe and happy she was to see the production. Cannot wait to see her on the stage. I'm glad the show have each member of the coven a bit of backstory instead of just sticking them in the scene. We can already see on stage Santiago's personality and I'm intrigued with how he'll develop. I also noticed Armand seemed to be a bit distant when watching them interact. I believe he's already began to pivot his focus to Louis, which is confirmed in the murder mansion scene.

Lestat Reading His Letter to Louis

The only time we see Lestat in the episode and of course it's a tense moment. The first time we hear from de Lioncourt himself (will we have more of these moments?) and you can feel the tension and despair in the air. It probably made things worse for Louis for a couple of reasons. One, even in "death" Lestat, his first vampire love, loves and trusts him. "Know only this, mon cher, you are the only being I trust, and whom I love, above and beyond myself. All my love belongs to you. You are its keeper." That probably made Louis' heart swell. But, as much as it swelled, it hurt him beyond measure. The mention of treachery and seeking revenge probably made him feel as if he was choking. He knows he's the one that's going to have to let treachery eat away at him and let Lestat's face press up against his longing. I'm not sure if his hallucinations of him are longing, but the idea of killing him is still eating away at him.

Louis and Armand Toying with Daniel's Thoughts

Whew boy. This was a doozy, wasn't it? I was not expecting the flashback moment in that scene but I have a few theories. One: Armand is Alice. Yes, it's controversial but after this episode I don't think it's as far fetched as it was in season one. Armand popped up at that moment for a reason. And it's quite funny how no one has checked on the man, not even his daughters. I get strained relationships, but was it that bad? Now, I still don't fully believe this theory, but it's a thought. Another theory is that Armand's relationship with Daniel parallels his and Alice's. We don't know the full extent of what happened, but the two got divorced and no longer speak so it wasn't good. Third, Armand could have simply planted that in Daniel's head, which I think is the strongest one here. We all know Armand possesses the capabilities to do this and that flashback could have been him planting that in his mind. I saw someone say something about the editor messing with Daniel as well since they were the ones who pointed out flaws in his book (read by Louis in season one), which would be crazy, to say the least, because why?  And say what you want, that old bastard deserved it.

Murder Mansion Scene

Another scene I've been obsessed with since we saw it last year. These two are just lost in each other as there's a whole murder party happening behind them. I did like how protective Louis was of Claudia when Armand mentioned her (Armand please don't piss me off), but I hope he takes lessons from Maitre about shutting off his thoughts because that could definitely be his downfall.

[rhoorl]

Delta Landscaping: Chapter 15 Lucky Strike

Series Masterlist | Chapter 15 A03 Link

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Previously on As the Mule Falls: The neighbors met at David and Ty’s house for a Fourth of July party. Despite the guys having a lot of anxiety about it, they ended up having a pretty fun time thanks to all of their new friends. We ticked a few boxes off of our bingo card and laughed as David finally let the intrusive thoughts out. We also got a shy, nervous Benny and some meddling from Will and our favorite FBI agent.

In this Episode: We’re heavy on the Benny in this episode with little sprinkles of Frankie and a flashback of sorts for Santiago. Also, I’m trying to get to fight night so there are some jumps in time. In case you missed it, here is the moodboard for this chapter.

Chapter Warnings: A shoe goes flying at Santiago’s head. There’s some fluff and rom-com vibes and we finish with a little bit of angst with Frankie as he reaches one year of sobriety.

*Cue the theme music and roll opening credits*

Four weeks to fight night

“Good, Ben,” Frankie panted backing away and leaning against the ropes of the boxing ring, “we can take a break.” 

“C’mon old man, don’t slow down on me now!” Benny flashed a lopsided grin as he worked the boxing gloves off of his hands. 

“It’s not that I’m slowing down…you just seem more…focused.” He eyed Benny with a smirk.

It’s true. Benny had an extra pep in his step today. He got to the gym well before Frankie, claiming he needed to “burn off some energy.” When Frankie arrived, he found Benny in the corner of the gym jumping rope, his shirt discarded nearby on the floor. During today’s sparring session, Benny was on a different level. Every punch connected and he anticipated everything Frankie threw at him, causing Frankie to wince at a few well-placed jabs to the ribs. With the fight only weeks away, Benny was well in ring shape and nearing his peak, which made Frankie breathe a sigh of relief.

Tossing the boxing gloves to the side, Benny reached down to grab his baseball cap, eager to get the hair out of his eyes. “Just feeling good…yesterday was a lot better of a day than I thought it’d be.”

“I’m sure it was,” Frankie crossed his arms in front of his chest, watching as Benny grabbed a towel. “Any word on your date?” 

“Thinkin’ Saturday…since we were planning on taking Sunday off anyway, figured I could be out late and it wouldn’t be a problem…” Benny’s eyes didn’t quite meet Frankie’s.

“Ben, we can take whatever day you want off,” Frankie chuckled before furrowing his brow at the sight of Benny chewing on the inside of his cheek. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing I just…I didn’t want you to think I wasn’t taking this seriously and getting distracted or anything…so I was just waiting I guess until a day I already was free.”

“Hermano, do I think Vanessa is a distraction? Yes, but in the best possible way,” he clasped a hand to Benny’s shoulder. “The past week you’ve been a nervous wreck, timid, and not yourself in here. But today? Today man…you’ll whoop anyone’s ass who steps up to you,” he laughed, seeing the corners of Benny’s mouth curl up. “So she’s distracting you from the bullshit in your head and I think that’s great. She seems like a really sweet girl, Ben.”

“Yeah…I…I really like her Fish,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t wanna fuck this up, you know?”

Frankie tilted his head up and laughed, “Trust me, I get it.”

“Oh shit, sorry man. Ah…how’re things with you?”

With a deep breath through his nose, Frankie took off his hat and ran his fingers through his curls, before putting it back on again. “Well, I was actually wanting to see if I could take next weekend off. Had a thought to surprise her and fly up there.”

“Hey isn’t next week….” Benny trailed off seeing Frankie gaze down to his feet. Making the realization, a huge smile came across Benny’s face, “I think that’s a perfect way to celebrate Fish! I’m proud of you man.”

“So, you have a good night last night? You left the party pretty early with Katie,” Santiago’s eyebrows waggled at Will as they loaded up a wheelbarrow with soil. They’d come up with an agreement with Frankie and Benny to work on Melissa’s backyard, executing their design and giving Benny the chance to concentrate on training. 

“We’re just friends Pope…and yes we had a good night, did you?” Will looked over as he set down the shovel.

“Just friends? Wow, you know I kinda saw that comin’ not gonna lie,” he shrugged.

“Fuck off, don’t you have a shoe to dodge or something?” Will snapped as he walked into Melissa’s backyard.

“I guess I deserved that,” Santiago muttered to himself, realizing that Frankie must have spilled to Will that Amaryllis was back in the picture.

To say Santiago and Amaryllis had a dramatic situationship would be putting it mildly. They grew up together in New York as family friends. Neither made a move, although they heavily flirted with each other by the time they got to high school. Santiago had to endure her shitty boyfriends who never treated her well and she had to see him run through every girl in their grade and the ones above it too. She’d finally mustered enough courage to tell him she had feelings for him but it ended up being the same night he told her he was enlisting. 

They exchanged letters for a few years, but those eventually stopped. He lost track of her, hearing that she’d gone off to Los Angeles to try her hand at acting or modeling. She landed a couple of small roles here and there. A falling out with a boyfriend caused her to move back to the East Coast, where she reconnected with a couple of Santiago’s cousins whom she was close to growing up. They shared that he was back in town and invited her out. It had been years since they'd seen each other, but her heart raced a bit at the thought of seeing him again.

When she walked into the bar, his eyes immediately met hers and he felt like he’d been run over by a train. She was confident, commanding the attention of everyone as she walked over to him. He longed for some comfort and she did too. The two found themselves locked away in her apartment for the next few days getting reacquainted.

Still, they were both too stubborn and headstrong to admit their feelings. What came next was a tumultuous and dramatic series of back and forths, neither one wanting to make that next step, that commitment. Instead, they found it easier to get underneath someone else rather than face their feelings head-on. They did try to have more, but it failed miserably each time with one of them retreating like a scared dog, unsure who to trust. 

The pull to Colombia made for a clean break, at least that’s what Santiago thought. When he came back, he went home for a short while to see his mother and couldn’t help but pass by Amaryllis’ apartment. He sat on the stoop for what felt like hours, debating whether to knock on the door or just send a text. A sudden slam of the door made the decision for him.

“Hijo de puta, how fucking dare you show up here. After three fucking years?” She yelled as he got up and backed away from her. He tried to say something but he couldn’t get any sound out. Next thing he knew he was dodging a well-thrown sandal to the head as she continued to call him every name in the book both in English and Spanish. It was the last time he saw her. 

But a couple of weeks ago, he noticed a Facebook message. She made the decision to move down to Florida and wanted to see if he was still there. He debated opening up the message or just deleting it but opted to read it and then go to her profile. She seemed happy, really happy. And noticeably single. So one thing led to another and she made the drive over to Tampa so they could meet for coffee and talk. He knew the guys had their opinions so he opted to keep a low profile about it for as long as he could.

“This is good practice Vandy, I get to do the whole dad spiel about being home before midnight and all of tha- ow!” Marcus ducked as Victoria threw a dish rag at him. 

“Leave her alone, mi amor. Come back whenever you want Nessa, or don’t,” Victoria winked as her sister rolled her eyes. “So, what did you guys decide on?”

“I suggested Splitsville. Figured we could bowl and maybe eat, I dunno seemed like a good choice. He was excited about it.”

“C’mon admit it, you also picked it because it’s ‘Insta-worthy’!” Marcus chuckled as he made air quotes with his fingers.

“Oh my god, you’re such a dad,” Vanessa groaned. “Please don’t ever say Insta-worthy again, Buck.”

“Ooo, are you starting up your foodie blog again?” Victoria rubbed her hands together. “You always find the best places.”

“Excuse me?” Marcus brought a hand to his chest, “she’s not the only foodie in this family.”

“Of course, mi amor,” she kissed Marcus on the cheek as he plated the kid’s dinner. “Between the two of you, we always have the coolest spots to check out.”

“Are you sure this looks ok Vic? Not too casual?” Vanessa did a little twirl as Mariella clapped in her high chair. 

Figuring out what to wear was always a chore for Vanessa, especially in recent years when she didn’t really care to shop for clothes…or look in the mirror for that matter. She’d changed outfits about 15 times, completely ransacking her closet. The final winner was a pair of dark wash jeans and a well-worn Tampa Bay Rays t-shirt, topped with a flannel. Victoria thought it was a bit unnecessary to wear a flannel in the middle of summer, but knew it was a security blanket for her sister. 

“I think you look great, Vandy,” Marcus winked with a soft smile. 

Will sat on the couch playing a video game, trying to hide his smile as Benny paced around the living room. “You excited?”

Benny stopped and looked over as he finished buttoning up his sleeve. “Yeah. J called a little bit ago…thought he was going to give me shit…” Benny trailed off rubbing the back of his neck.

“We’re excited to see you out there again Bean,” Will paused his game, putting the controller down to walk over and assess his brother’s outfit. “You look like….me…why’re wearing this?” Will grabbed at the front of Benny’s button-down shirt. 

“I dunno…I wanted to look nice,” Benny pouted looking down at his outfit. 

“Wear what makes you comfortable Ben. C’mon,” with a reassuring pat on his brother’s shoulder, he led him back to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed as Benny went through his hangers. 

Without saying a word, Benny changed out of his long-sleeve button-down shirt and slipped on a fresh white crewneck t-shirt and black jean jacket. He switched out his boots, put on some sneakers, and grabbed a baseball cap. 

“There’s my Bean,” Will smiled. “Feeling better?” Benny nodded as the corners of his mouth turned up. 

“Tia Nessa? I wanna see Bunny!” Mariella waddled over to the couch where Vanessa sat. 

“Si mi vida, Bunny is coming over soon,” she moved over so Mariella could work her way onto the couch next to her. It was so cute how quickly her little niece had taken to Benny. The past couple of days she’d managed to get home from picking up the kids around the same time Benny was finishing up his run. Mariella would squeal when she saw him and he’d do something silly to make her laugh.

Nico sat quietly coloring with Victoria as they all heard the doorbell ring. Vanessa went to stand up but Marcus intercepted since he was already up. Opening the door, he found Benny shifting from foot to foot with his hands in his pockets. 

“Hey there Benny, good to see you, come on in,” he held the door open for Benny to pass through.

“Bunny!!” Mariella quickly got herself off the couch and rushed over to Benny, nearly tripping over her unsteady legs in the process.

“Hey baby girl,” Benny smiled, whisking the little girl off of her feet as she giggled. 

She started to babble and Benny looked around the room in the hopes someone could translate toddler. 

“She asked if you’re taking Vanessa ‘bye bye’ in the car,” Victoria’s heart melted seeing Mariella bond so quickly with Benny.

“Ohh ah yeah, I guess. Yeah, we’re going to go ‘bye bye’ in the car. But I’ll bring her back, I promise,” Benny winked.

“You, ah, ready to go?” Vanessa got up, grabbing her crossbody from the counter.

Seeing her about took his breath away. She looked effortlessly beautiful, and he suddenly felt less self-conscious about his casual attire. 

“Yeah. I…um…can I put you down so I can take your um…Tia…out?” Benny raised his eyebrows waiting for a response. With an enthusiastic nod, he set Mariella down and she ran to Marcus and hugged his leg. “Ah, after you,” Benny put his arm out, gesturing for Vanessa to pass, while wishing the Pikes a good night. He could feel Marcus’ eyes on him so he tried his best to not let his eyes wander as she walked by him.

“Don’t keep her out too late now,” Marcus winked as Vanessa groaned, grabbing Benny’s hand to quickly lead him out of the house before Marcus had another chance to embarrass her. 

“Sorry about him,” Vanessa quickly dropped Benny’s hand once he closed the front door. “Buck looks for any chance to give me shit.” She furrowed her brows as Benny followed her to the passenger side of his car.

“It’s alright, hell I’ve done worse to Will,” he chuckled, opening the door for her. 

She quickly got in and sat a bit dumbfounded as he sprinted around to his side of the car. It’s not that she hadn’t ever had a man open a door for her, her sister was married to Marcus “Mr. Romance” Pike after all, but it still gave her butterflies and made her even more excited for the night to come.

“So, I have a confession to make,” Frankie said as he sprawled out on his bed, propping the phone against a pillow.

“Ooo mysterious. Tell me more Morales,” Jo quipped. She was nestled underneath a fluffy blanket on her couch for what had become her favorite part of the day - her nightly FaceTime chat with Frankie.

“So, what would you say if I ah,” he ruffled his hair and took a deep breath, “what if I came up there next weekend? I know you’re busy with work and stuff, but I’ll be out of your hair by Monday. You can drop me off at the airport before you go to work, or I’ll take an Uber.” He waited for what felt like an eternity for her to respond, wondering if his Wi-Fi crapped out because she was stuck looking at him. “What do you say mi cielo? I, I don’t have to, if you already have plans-”

“No! I mean yes….I mean, no I don’t already have plans and yes I would love for you to come up here. Are you sure? Doing this so last minute?” She couldn’t help the huge smile that stretched across her face. Being away from Frankie for the past week was torture and the idea of getting to spend a couple of days with him, being wrapped in his arms and hearing his laugh ring in her ears made her downright giddy.

“I’ve been thinking about doing it since you left, so it’s not as last-minute as you think babe,” he winked. 

“Well, I am clearing my entire schedule. We can play tourist for a day and then maybe hang out…be lazy, order some takeout, cuddle, ooo and we can watch movies in person rather than one of us being on a delay,” her eyes twinkled as she started to race through various ideas.

Frankie chuckled, he loved it when she got excited and started to ramble. “Whatever we do, I’ll be happy because I’ll be with you.”

“I’m so excited! This next week is going to go by even slower now that I have something to look forward to,” she beamed.

“Are you serious?” Vanessa shook her head, dumbfounded that Benny casually threw a perfect game. Trick shot after trick shot, it didn’t matter, he always got a strike.

Benny didn’t even watch his last shot. He had his eyes on Vanessa as he put his back to the lane and released the ball behind him. Hearing the pins knocked down, he sauntered back over, flashing a boyish grin.

“Ooo yay, the food is here,” he rubbed his hands together, looking at the spread. All of his training had made him build up quite the appetite these days, so he wasn’t shy about ordering his fair share.

“Wait wait!” Vanessa put her hands up to stop him from taking a mozzarella stick. “Sorry, I um…one sec,” She bit her bottom lip, pulling out her phone and then rearranging the plates. Benny looked on confused but also amused, admiring how her brows furrowed as she concentrated on getting everything to look just right.

Pleased with her setup, she started snapping photos. “Sorry…I am one of those people, annoying I know, but I figured tonight was a good excuse to start up my account again,” she didn’t look up from her phone as she took a couple of videos too. “Phone eats first,” she winked before motioning that the coast was clear.

“What kind of account you have?”

“Oh, it’s just on Instagram…I started it a few years back…it’s a fun way to explore the food scene and…sorry this is all boring I’ll stop,” she laughed to herself as she grabbed a few nachos.

“No, no, it’s not boring, I like it. I like food, clearly,” he motioned to the four plates in front of him and she snorted. “Lemme see, I wanna follow.” He motioned toward her phone with his chin.

She reluctantly handed him the phone and watched as he scrolled her account. After a few moments, she saw his forehead scrunch.

“What? I know, I don’t always have the best lighting, I’ve been meaning to buy myself a little light thing and  - “

“No, hey,” he put his hand on her forearm, which sent an electric pulse up her body. She suddenly felt like it was way too warm for her flannel. “No this is great, these photos are beautiful…I just was wondering where you were.”

“What?”

“I don’t see you in any of these photos. Maybe your hands every once in a while, but how come you’re not in these?” He shook the phone as he turned it back to her.

“Oh…I…um…I dunno I guess I’d rather have the focus be on the food,” she looked down, playing with the straw of her water. The truth of the matter was she was tired of dealing with the random trolls who would end up making a comment about her body or how much she went out to eat. She deleted everything off of her account that had her face in it, opting to showcase the food instead.

“Hmm…” Benny nodded, handing back her phone. He pulled his out and started typing as she looked on with inquiring eyes. “There, you have a new follower,” he winked.

She looked at the notification, trying to steady her breath at how hot he looked in his profile picture. “Holy shit, are you like an influencer or something?!”

Benny looked a bit sheepish, “I started the account when I got into fighting…a way to promote them…and then I just kept posting gym stuff and it grew from there.”

“Well, you have a lot of very loyal fans it seems,” Vanessa smirked as she scrolled through some particularly thirsty comments on his account. Normally something like this would be a complete red flag, especially given her ex’s history, but there was something about Benny’s shy smile that put her mind a little more at ease. 

“Pope used to date a girl who did social media stuff for her job so she set it up for me. I don’t post a ton, but it’s there. I’m mostly on there to help keep an eye on my niece, lord knows her dad is a lost cause when it comes to anything on his phone that’s more than making a call,” he chuckled to himself. “But now I’m excited to see your food stuff on my feed,” he smiled.

“Well thanks…I started the account when I lived in Charlotte…gave me an excuse to get around and explore,” she gave a tight smile as she bit into a slider.

“Maybe we can explore some stuff…together?” Benny’s hopeful eyes found hers as she slowed her chewing.

“Um…ok, yeah sure, that’d be fun,” she smiled back. “Although you may regret what you’re signing yourself up for,” she winked.

He regarded her with a lopsided grin. “Oh, I don’t think I’m gonna regret it at all, boss lady.” 

Three weeks to fight night

Things around Mule Fall Court settled into an easy routine the following week. Benny and Frankie kept a consistent schedule at the gym. Sometimes Connor would tag along too, although he was trying to soak up the last bits of summer before he and Aria had to head back to school. Meanwhile, Will and Santiago were nearly done with Melissa’s backyard and already looking for their next project. One day as they were cleaning up, Victoria stopped over and they talked about her lawn. They all agreed that it would be a good project to tackle once Benny’s fight was done.

Will found himself hanging out with Katie a few nights so they could finish up the last season of The Mandalorian. He had to admit, he actually really enjoyed it as much as the company he had while watching it. Ever since they established their boundaries as friends, it felt like a weight was lifted off. They were able to just relax and found themselves opening up in ways they hadn’t with another person in years, or ever. Will also decided to treat himself a bit and got a motorcycle. He found riding around, feeling the wind in his face, to be calming.

Katie and Megan made a vow to restart their weekly wine night, adding the usual suspects to the mix. New to the group was Katie’s coworker, Miranda. Like Megan, she was a single mother and rarely took time to do anything for herself. It had taken a few weeks of coaxing but Katie finally convinced her to take Aria up on the babysitting offer and come over for a night of laughs and girl talk – yes, David included himself in that.

Benny and Vanessa hung out a few more times. Thanks to some good-intentioned meddling from Marcus, he recruited Benny to come over and keep Vanessa company while he and Victoria enjoyed a night out to celebrate their anniversary. They played with the kids all night and ordered pizza. Vanessa was thankful to have Benny there since he was able to run around and tire the kids out. 

Mariella was adamant that Benny tucked her into her crib and Benny and Vanessa stayed in her room for a while until she went to sleep. Vanessa learned that Benny had a beautiful voice. He sang a lullaby to Mariella to finally get her to close her eyes and drift off to sleep. Settling back on the couch, Benny dutifully listened as Vanessa showed him a few restaurants that recently caught her eye online.  

He was still nervous about pushing things too far, but couldn't help but flirt with her. What made him even more nervous was he felt like she was flirting back. He so badly wanted to kiss her, trying his hardest to keep his eyes from drifting to her lips. She moved closer to him, crossing a leg on the couch to face him, laughing at a joke he made. When the laughter died down, she looked at him, trying to steady her breathing. He licked his bottom lip and her eyes betrayed her, looking down as she sucked a breath in. At the same time, they both leaned forward, he brought his hand up to cup her cheek. His lips were near to hers when they heard the garage door, pulling them both away from each other like two teenagers who had gotten caught almost making out by their parents.

With a deep breath, Frankie looked at the calendar hanging on his fridge by a single magnet. This date was one he’d been equally dreading and looking forward to – a year since he flushed the last bit of his stash down the toilet and decided to start the journey of putting all of the broken pieces back together again. It hadn’t been an easy year by any stretch of the imagination, but quietly and steadily he made it to milestone after milestone. 

Valeria was the first person to text him this morning. She knew her brother shied away from attention, so she acknowledged the day with a simple I’m proud of you Paco. Love you. She followed that up with a picture of his niece and nephew smiling at the camera, Antonio proudly showing off the gap from the tooth he lost this week.

Jo texted him this morning none the wiser about the significance of this day other than the fact that it meant she was going to see Frankie. It had only been two weeks since their shared flight down to Tampa. Lucille and Valeria had both separately referred to it as the “flight that changed your life” but Frankie hadn't fully embraced that moniker. It had been so long since he’d opened up his heart in this way. He battled with a constant inner struggle between wanting to guard his heart and wanting to jump head-first into this. 

This weekend’s trip felt momentous for several reasons, but the biggest was that Frankie planned to tell Jo everything about his past. Although it was under different circumstances, opening up to Lucille and having her embrace him with love and compassion did wonders for him. For so long he’d been in a spiral of self-loathing, thinking that everyone was disappointed by him and that he was a failure. But Lucille cracked the door open and shined some light and he was hopeful that Jo would kick it wide open. The idea of sharing the darkest parts of himself and his past terrified him more than crash-landing a helicopter, but it was something he had to do. He wanted more with Jo and if he had any chance at it, he had to be honest with her.

Next Time on As the Mule Falls: We get closer and closer to fight night. The neighbors host a party to welcome the Pikes to the neighborhood. A little bit of pining and angst. More Cousin Joel phone calls. 

A/N: Hi! First, I hope you are still enjoying this series. We have SO many storylines in play with several more to come, I do have a plan for all of this I promise. And all of those eagerly awaiting Cousin Joel (me included), he’s on his way soon. That’s part of the reason why we had some time jumps in this episode. With that being said, I’m going to try something new and do some extras in addition to the episodes. Consider it your extended or deleted scenes if we were watching the box set of DVDs of the season (dating myself with that reference). I’m already planning an extra to show more of Benny and Vanessa’s bowling date along with a one-shot of Frankie’s trip to Atlanta. 

Thank you as always for reading, sharing, or sending me a message about this story!

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[gosmigenergy]

KINKTOBER 2023 / Day Ten

( Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x F!Reader )

ANAL SEX / KISSING / CRYING

Summary: Santiago finally deems you fit and ready to take it up the ass.

Day Ten of @absurdthirst's Kinktober.

Rating: Mature 18+

Warnings: Anal, rough sex, biting (blink and you’ll miss it), Dom!Santiago turning into Soft!Santiago? No use of Y/N

Word Count: 2.6k

Notes: Will did mention that Benny would be interested in anal, Benny admittedly does not have the patience to train you so you asked Santiago.

You knew this day was coming.

Santiago had been training you for months. The pair of you were tentative at first, you didn’t want to rush things and neither did he. Then, whilst you lay entangled together, he said it.

“I think you’ll be ready to take me next time.”

It was still surprising to hear after all that time, Santiago was going to take you up the ass.

There was no polite way of putting it.

You were on your hands and knees on his bed, a fluffy blanket soft underneath your skin. It was a staple during your ‘sessions’, you made a fleeting comment about it looking and feeling like Will’s. Santiago had sent him the link, it’s waterproof he said and suddenly, it made a whole lot of sense.

A load of cold gel hit your tail bone and you shriek. You hear him chortle behind you.

“You could have warned me,” you peek over your shoulder.

“I thought you’d be used to it by now.”

Santiago loved watching you squirm, it was such an easy thing to do. You huff as you turn back and focus on the headboard, closing your eyes as his hands rub the lube around your ass cheeks.

You heard the spurt of the bottle before his hand returned. He teased your puckered hole with two coated fingers and your muscles retreated.

“You need to relax.”

You laugh nervously, “I’m trying.”

He gives you some time to breathe before the tension in your ass softens. Circling the area, he eased his fingers in and coats the ring of your hole. He pulls out, the vinyl snapping as he yanked the glove off his hand.

Mentally, Santiago couldn’t get passed getting his hands dirty though he was well aware you were clean. You didn’t mind, the vinyl actually made the process of training easier.

The bed shifted as he tidied the space before returning.

There was another spurt, the hitched breath as he covered his cock with lube and pumped. It wasn’t like he wasn’t already hard, he was always adamant on foreplay.

He crawled over you, pressing his chest to your back, his hard on slotting perfectly in between your ass cheeks. His hands rest on top of yours, fingers entwining. A kiss comes to your shoulder then another before he nuzzled into your neck.

“You gonna be a good girl for me?”

You look at him, “Aren’t I always?”

He tips his head, not always.

You pout jokingly until he comes closer, gifting you a kiss. He presses his lips firmly against yours, softly jutting his chin so you push back. His teeth sink into your bottom lip and he tugs gently before letting you go.

“We’ll take it slow.”

Santiago leaned back and rested on his heels, a palm running along your spine, guiding itself to your hip. He takes a handful of your ass and spreads you open.

Your heart is picking up speed, your breaths notably quicker.

“It’s just like before.”

He says that but it’s not quite the same.

Most of the items he’d inserted into you were inanimate bar his fingers. There were the training plugs, the pretty plugs, a toy or two. This was going to be his girth, his weight, his pulsations.

Taking his cock in his free hand, he brought the tip to your tail bone and dragged it down.

All your thoughts stop.

You sigh, eyelids fluttering shut as you tilt towards him, his cock nudging a little harder. He sees your breathing steady as he swipes over and over, your back falling a fraction. He lines himself up before pushing in, your hole stretching over his swollen tip, snapping back once he passed the threshold.

He doesn’t move any further when he heard your meek grunt after he entered. His hand stretches, releasing the meat of your ass. He allows you to adjust to the feeling of him inside, rubbing your hip as your muscles contract.

It’s not as bad as you first thought. The initial entry was always weird, the strain against that tightness, something coming in rather than going out. Yet the burn subsided and there was nothing but the warmth radiating from his tip.

“Want me to keep going?”

You nod.

His eyes narrowed, you knew the rule.

“Use your words, honey.”

You looked at him doe eyed, lips parted, an innocent expression. He was the perfect contrast, eyes black underneath furrowed brows.

“Please, Santi.”

Santiago took his hand off his cock, bringing both your waist. He guides you, sliding you along his cock until he fills you to the hilt. His hold loosened, fingertips brushing your skin as he brought them to your ass and parted your cheeks.

His pleasured moan was husky.

You could see how the moment had took him, eyes closed, stomach and chest rising as he tried to calm his mind. A smirk came to your lips as you decided to take advantage of his bliss, you would gladly accept your punishment later.

Bringing yourself forward, the pair of you feel the drag of your narrow passage, your sighs in unison.

You back up unhurriedly, your inner muscles relaxing around his bulk. As you rock back and forth, you can hear his breathing change, the air puffing from his lungs as you graze every vein, touch every nerve ending.

Then it’s like the fog lifted, he realised what you were doing.

The next time you moved up his cock, he buried his fingertips into your frame and pulled you back sharply. You screamed as he snapped his hips forward, hitting you deeper, the slap of skin hitting skin fierce. Bringing a hand to your neck, he forces your back to bow and he feels your throat shift as you swallow.

Leaning over you, his mouth comes to the shell of your ear, his hot breath teasing.

“Did I tell you to move?”

“No, Santi,” your voice cracked. “I’m sorry.”

He sighs in a disappointed manner.

Easing his hold, you heave to catch your breath. He shuffles behind you before quickly removing his cock, he hears how you whine at the lose.

“I was going to go easy with you…” 

The bed rocks as he shifts his weight. A hand pats your ass, an indicator for you to raise it higher and you do so. He grunts as he stretches to snatch the lube from the bedside before returning to you. Your gaping ass hole is greeted with more cold gel, purposefully place for it to drip inside and you bite your cheek to stop yourself from complaining. Throwing it to one side, he grabs one wrist and then the other, placing them in the middle of your lower back.

You’d learnt early on with Santiago that if he was in his dominant mind set, let him do what he wants, even if that meant your body being contorted in ways you’d never imagined.

He took the back of your head in his hand, clutching strands of hair for a light tug before he shoved your face into the mattress. He hooked underneath your belly, picking up your hips and pressing your lower and bottom half together.

You were shaking with anticipation as he towered behind you.

“Now,” he lined up the tip of his cock, a bead of precum clinging to the end. “Not so much.”

With that he blunged into you in one swift motion.

Your cry is muffled from the fabric entering your mouth as you’re forced into the bed.

He lets out a heavy breath before he pulls back and goes in again. Continuing at a relentless pace, holding onto your frame to steady himself as he squats over you. His heavy balls smack repeatedly into your pussy, your juices weeping as your arousal builds.

Twisting your head to one side, you see him looming over you.

He was scowling, the creases between his eyebrows prominent, his lips slightly parted to reveal gritted teeth. His sharp jaw was locked, the muscle of his neck taut enough to see the blood pumping through his vein, beads of sweat decorating his chest. And it’s as if he can feel your eyes on him.

Your eyes meet his, dark and hungry, lids low.

You blink slowly, eyes glossy as the tears threaten to come. Everything was overwhelming, the pleasure of anal, the strain in your thighs and back as you attempted to hold your ass in the air when all your body wanted to do was collapse. Your cheeks were flushed, the humidity of your heat stifling on the blanket, thoughts swirling.

His hips stuttered.

Unlatching his fingers from your flesh, he ran his palms over your arms and coiled them round your wrists. He squeezed three times, if you were anything like him, you didn’t have enough strength to speak.

He felt the pulsation of your wrist as you flexed your one hand three times.

Santiago still had that niggle at the back of his head, how much more could your upper half take at this angle?

He pulled your arms, your shoulders lifting centimetres from the bed. Letting go of one hand, he allowed you to release the tension and place a palm on the mattress, he did the same with the other.

“Thank you,” your voice was subdued.

As he dropped to his knees, he kissed your back as he expanded your angle, hugging your hips to his as he rested against his heels. After his last kiss, he bared his teeth and sunk them into a soft spot.

Of course, he had to show his dominance somehow, he didn’t want you to think he was going soft.

You give a sweet moan.

Straightening his back, he started to roll his hips to a solid rhythm. He glides in and out with ease, the resistance of your passage no longer present. When your arms stop aching, you slide a hand to your pussy, fingertips touching your clit lightly. You circle, matching his movements with the pat of his balls against your opening.

Now this was just right, this is was you wanted from the beginning.

“Look at you, taking me so well,” it sounded like Santiago felt the same. “I’m gonna pick the pace up, ok, honey?”

“Yeah,” you say breathily.

He slapped your ass playfully, “Good girl.”

Firmly taking your waist, his hips snapped to yours, his tip notching just a little higher. The hand on your clit falters as he knocks you forward and you grab the bed to correct your stance. Always attentive, it’s not long until it’s replaced by his callous fingertips, the friction rougher causing you mewl.

You bounce off him as he takes you over and over, the ripples travelling from your hips and up your spine, the spray of a cresting wave dancing over your skin. He slipped two fingers into your cunt and your whole body shakes.

Your asshole constricts and his movements pause as he growls.

He keeps his hand still, shifting his right leg to place his foot on the bed to attack you from a new angle. With a single thrust of his hip, he fills you to the hilt. Coiling his free arm around your chest, he buries himself further and you don’t know how you had more to fill.

Your breath hitches, a noise unable to escape.

His thrusts are short and sharp, grunts turning animalistic, his heat against your skin raising the hairs on the back of your neck.

“You ready to take a butt load of my cum?”

He keeps pounding, glancing to your face when he hears no response.

You’re almost there, mouth slack, eyelids struggling to stay open. At this moment in time, you didn’t care what the fuck he did as long as he did something.

His smile broadens, the lines coming to the side of his eyes because he knows this will be good. He moves his two fingers in a ‘come here’ gesture and strokes the soft spot in your cunt that utterly destroys you.

It’s the first time he’s seen your eyes roll into the back of your head as you scream his name, your stretched hole hugging him.

His cock practically explodes, his load thick and fast, spilling out of the sides. He heaved a rapturous sigh of relief, collapsing on top of you as the electricity shot straight up his back, dissipating over his ribcage. He grinds lazily into you for a few more strokes before he becomes completely immobile.

The pair of you bask in each other’s high, your bodies melting into one.

After a few minutes, the tip of his nose nudges at a shoulder blade. You prop up on your elbows, your head almost to heavy to lift as you turn to face him, bleary eyed. His eyes have gone back to their chocolate brown colour and as he rest his whisker lined chin to your muscle, he winks.

“What are you thinking?” He enquires before planting a kiss to your skin.

“That,” you pierce your lips, “if it’s like every time, I may be a more interested in taking it up the ass than I realised.”

A single eyebrow arched, “Well, I’m not one to brag.”

He turns his head to you as you giggle.

“Thank you, Santi.”

He looks at you out of the corner of his eye, a soft smile coming to his lips.

“Let’s get cleaned up.”

Pushing his weight off you, he pats your ass before pulling out, that final tug as his tip breaks from your firm hold. He slips effortlessly off the back of the bed and he waits for you to move.

You’re sluggish, joints beginning to protest but when you roll onto your ass to sit up, something else happens.

“Oooooh,” your expression skews.

His eyes flit over your body, hands rested on his hips.

“You alright?”

“That is not a good feeling.”

He tries to keep a straight face, “No it’s not.”

You scoot along the bed, holding the blanket, not wanting to make a mess of the bed. He offers out a hand and you take it, that uncomfortable appearance still present in the way you stood.

“Think you can make it to the bathroom?”

“Uh-huh.”

Santiago held you in the shower, rubbed the shower puff gently over your skin, taking extra care when he reach your asshole. He always handled you so delicately once he took you as hard as he did, featherlight touches meeting soft kisses. The towels were always fresh and fluffy, the clothes he passed you to wear new from the draw.

Though he never wears anything, he proudly struts around his place nude.

“Fancy something from Giovanni’s?”

You were draped on his sofa, scrolling for something to watch.

“Sure,” he passes you his phone. “Can I have dessert?”

“Of course, honey.”

He tucks himself under your legs while you both wait for food to arrive, his fingers drawing circles on your thighs. You don’t question what he’s scrolling through his phone for until he invites you to look at something.

“Fancy a new toy? My treat.”

“I wouldn’t say no.”

“How about this?”

He flashes the screen in your direction and you bring it closer. Your head cocks to one side at what you see, not because you don’t like it but because it seems an unusual choice for Santiago. It lacks leather and latex, hard metal and the colour black instead it’s cute. Sure, you like it, you just wondered why he chose it.

“You’ll look good in it, Bunny.”

The temperature rose in your cheeks.

Of course he knew, Santiago always knew.

[korralone]

Hi do you have any avatrice recommendations?

For sure! I actually made a whole doc for my friends with avatrice fic recs so anytime someone wants one feel free to message lol

I'm going to try and limit this to 10 and also list some fics I don't usually see on rec lists:

tell me please all is forgiven (touch me) by paddingtonfan69

Beatrice realizes that her touch helps Ava with her training, and, well, things escalate.

in the way everlasting by belikebumblebee

Beatrice has imagined a million variations on the same theme: Ava, alive; Ava, where Beatrice can get to her. Some seemed less than realistic, and others even more unlikely, and quite a few of them downright impossible even by the standards of their reality. Still, none of them involved having to patiently, painstakingly parse out what little Ava could tell her of the street signs she's seen and cross-reference it with landscape descriptions and the placement of old phone boxes. None of them involved the thirty minute drive taking twice as long due to road work on the way out of town.

oh, there's a river that winds on forever (i'm gonna see where it leads) by zefrumiousbandersnatch

Ava and Beatrice walk over 600 kilometers from Lisbon, Portugal to Santiago de Compostela, Spain and fall in love.

Right on Time by quietblueriver

Ava comes back. There are a lot of feelings. The OCS gets a therapist. Everybody does some healing and learns to deal.

now our hands join 'round the meaning you sought by snapfreezes

Beatrice takes the ring, twists it between her fingertips. It’s the perfect size. She just knows it.

She wonders what it would look like on Ava’s left hand.

a little piece of heaven by Smokestarrules

Through Switzerland and through the portal and through whatever comes after, Ava learns Beatrice. Learns to love her, to trust her, to live with her.

Learns from her, too.

where you die I will die (and there will I be buried) by julesby10

Love tastes like lemon drops and the iron of blood, smells like fresh laundry, soap, and the sweet undertones of argan lotion, sounds like a low, level voice and a marked British accent, love is earthy tones and navy and the texture of linen. Love, Ava discovered, feels like home.

Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.

Or what it feels to go from strangers to tentative friends, to being friends, to suddenly realizing that you can't live without this person.

i just wanna stay (in this lavender haze) by Humble_wats

Beatrice returns home after years away, and Ava is the new groundskeeper on the enormous Young estate.

come back (even as a shadow, even as a dream) by karatam

Three months after Ava disappears into the portal, Beatrice still can’t let her go. She’ll do anything to bring Ava back. But when she manages to succeed, the question is what else has Ava brought back with her?

or

Ava comes back wrong.

Where Water Comes Together by riderwrites

Ava forges a connection to bodies of water: oceans, rivers, and rain.

Ava finds a family she never thought she'd have: mother, sisters, and soulmate.

or Ava bonds with the ocs while near water in some form or fashion, found family kind of vibes.