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pedroshotwifey · 7 months

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Hungry Like The...

Pairing: Werewolf!Frankie Morales x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Tags/Warnings: Smut, PIV sex, oral sex (f receiving), fluff, established relationship, no use of y/n, Frankie has a monster cock, im missing stuff but I want to go to bed so...

Summary: You and Frankie decide to attend an 80s themed Halloween party. Through all of the excitement, you must have forgotten what day the full moon falls on.

A/N: I'm gonna go ahead and say that I rushed the absolute fuck out of this one, but I think it turned out pretty good. I really kind of jumped outside of my comfort zone with this, so I'm kinda proud that I did that. That being said, please feel free to call me out on anything that might not make sense or anything that I should change at all because I'm half clueless with this kind of stuff. Please consider reposting and/or liking. Thank you for reading and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! <3

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You have no idea where Frankie snuck off too.

He claimed he was going to get the two of you more drinks, but that was about ten minutes ago. You’re well aware that it should have taken less than half of that for him to find his way to the refreshment table, pick up some drinks, and bring them back to you.

Right now, though, you’re too blissed out to care—not that you have much to worry about with your loving boyfriend anyway. The lights are almost blinding as you spin around beneath them, but they transform into a nice glow thanks to the buzz you’re sporting. “Mony Mony,” is blaring through the speakers and you're in your zone as you swing your hips to the beat.

You’re glad that Frankie had suggested that you two attend this party specifically. The only requirements were that you had to dress up as an 80’s character in order to fit the era the party revolves around. 80’s costumes, 80’s music, 80’s decor. Luckily for you, the 80’s is one of your absolute favorite decades, and you’re pretty sure Frankie knew that when he signed the two of you up.

The dance floor is packed with people to the point where you can’t stretch out all the way without bumping into someone. Usually, that would irk you, but you can’t find it in you to mind tonight. It’s not like anybody else does.

As you snap your hips to the beat, you look around at all the different costumes in the crowd. You see a handful of Star Wars characters, a couple of Freddy Kruegers, some Ghost Busters, and—of course—a shit ton of Madonnas. The rest, for the most part, are pretty original.

You’re pretty proud of your own costume, to be honest. You had spent a couple of weeks configuring a custom-made Storm costume. You’ve been an X-Men fan for as long as you can remember, and it made you so happy to try on your costume for the first time a few days ago. It’s pretty damn spot-on.

Frankie, on the other hand, had insisted on being a werewolf. Like turning into one once a month wasn’t enough already. You had simply rolled your eyes and asked him what he had in mind so you could make his costume. It was worth it to see the way he lit up, even though he’s cutting it close with the party’s theme.

After the year he had, he deserves to be happy—even if it means you have to endure his stupid jokes every now and again. When he gets tipsy, his goofy humor always makes an appearance. It’s one of your favorite parts about nights out with your boyfriend. He never fails to make you laugh.

Just as you begin to worry that he might have gotten lost in the crowd, you feel a hand spin you around. You’re getting ready to tell someone off until you come face to face with those irresistible brown eyes.

“Hey there, Hermosa,” he says as he cuddles up to you, swaying you to the song. “Having fun, sweetheart?”

You giggle as he bends down and nuzzles his face into your neck. Glancing down, you almost aren’t surprised to see that he doesn’t have any drinks.

“Frankie?” You ask casually as you throw your arms around him.

“Hmm?”

“Did you find the drinks?”

Suddenly, he stops moving and stands up straight again, a playful smile plastered across his face.

“Guess not,” he says. “Found something to eat, though,” he winks and you playfully roll your eyes as he throws himself back onto you. As the song changes to “When Doves Cry”, he begins to dance with you. Frankie has never been the best dancer, but it's better this way. Neither of you take anything seriously as you push and pull your bodies together, giving eachother flirty kisses every now and again.

You laugh as you bump into someone and flash them an apologetic look. Frankie really loves to bring out your careless side. You honestly didn’t know you were capable of being so care-free until you had met him. Sometimes he makes you feel as if nothing else matters but you and him. It’s times like these that you really realize just how lucky you are to have him.

“Alright, baby,” Frankie says after a moment, bringing you out of your thoughts. “I’m going to go get us those drinks now.”

Instead of answering him, you get up on your tip-toes and kiss him. He begins to wrap his arms around you again, but you gently push him off, giving him a faux stern look.

“Alright, alright, I get it, baby, I’m going!” he says over the music before turning around to scamper away.

You have to suppress a giggle when he jolts as you deliver a light slap to his ass. He turns just enough to flash you a dirty look, and you give him one of feigned innocence in return, well aware he’ll get you back for that eventually if you continue to tease.

“Hurry up, wolfboy!” you shout after him.

***

Alright, you’re actually about to be pissed this time.

There’s absolutely no way he lost you—or rather, you lost him—twice. He has to be playing with you, right? Whatever, if that’s the case, two can play at that game.

You’ll just pretend like you don’t even notice something is missing. Maybe once he sees you where he left you, completely unaffected by his absence, he’ll stop being such an ass.

Perfect. Perfect plan.

You shake your head and dance as the song ends. You can have fun by yourself if your boyfriend wants to be immature.

Well, it would have been a perfect plan.

As if he could somehow read your mind—which you almost wouldn’t doubt at this point—you spot Frankie in your vision once again. However, this time, he’s not coming over to you.

He has a familiar dark look in his eyes that immediately soaks you, despite yourself. You stop dancing because as quick as you see him, he’s gone again. You spin in a panicked circle as the song changes to one by Duran Duran. You almost laugh at the irony as “Hungry Like the Wolf” blares through the speakers.

Your phone buzzes in the small pocket of your bodysuit, and you pause your quick search to look at it. Your brow furrows as you see that it’s a text from Frankie. What the fuck is he playing at? Quickly, you unlock your phone and open your messages.

“Better start running, baby,” the text reads. You look up, your eyes frantically scanning the crowd around you. Maybe the song choice isn’t so ironic after all.

“Don’t let me catch you… feeling hungry like the wolf tonight…”

You don’t stop to think before you make a mad dash toward the exit, your heart dropping to your stomach as you go. You get some pissed looks as you shove through people, your heart hammering in your chest and your eyes darting every which way.

You have no idea where he could be at this point. Maybe he’s somewhere inside, having missed your exit. He could be trailing right behind you, ready to grab you at any moment.

Soon enough, it is revealed that he is, once again, always one step ahead of you. As soon as you step out of the doors, a large body is engulfing yours and carrying you to a secluded spot on the patio, though there’s nobody outside anyway.

You would scream if not for the large hand that covers your lips when he grabs you. You know it’s Frankie, of course, but the exhilaration that comes from the scare really adds to the game the two of you just started.

You ignore the heat simmering between your legs as he sets you down on your own feet and removes his hand from your mouth. Neither of you move, you don’t look up, he doesn’t crouch down. You just stand there, breathing heavily as Frankie embraces your figure.

You can’t help but lean back into him, letting your guard down probably isn’t the best idea right now, but you can’t find it in you to care about that fact at the moment.

The fresh air feels nice on your heated cheeks, but Frankie's front against your back feels even better. The music continues to play faintly behind you as you sway side to side, Frankie’s arms wrapped tightly around you, his head resting on your shoulder.

You swear you could stay here forever. Actually, you could stay anywhere, as long as you had Frankie. But right now, you can’t imagine anything more perfect than this. As long as you have your boyfriend’s arms around you, you would do anything or go anywhere he wants to.

Your body may be his, but you decided a long time ago that your soul belongs to him as well. He can pick it up and do whatever he wishes with it, and you know he could never do anything that would cause your trust or love for him to dull.

“Look up, sweetheart,” Frankie’s soft voice brings you out of your thoughts, making you open your eyes. You hadn’t realized they had slid shut in the first place.

The sight of the full moon high up in the night sky confirms your suspicions. Frankie’s going to turn tonight.

Fuck, you’re screwed, your subconscious automatically screams at you.

You can't miss the way your panties dampen as the thought crosses your mind. Your body stiffens as you fight the urge to run, the adrenaline getting the best of you.

Frankie must feel the way you tense up because his arms immediately tighten around you.

“It’s alright, hermosa,” he whispers into your ear. “Just means we’ll have a bit more fun than usual.”

You try but fail to stifle your grin at his menacing tone. Just because you know you’re screwed doesn’t mean you don't enjoy it.

“Probably got less than ten minutes now,” Frankie says far too casually. “Let’s pick up on our little chase, yeah?”

He lets you out of his grasp this time, and you turn around to give him a peck on his cheek, allowing your hand to brush past his erection as you pull away. The touch is just enough for Frankie to grit his teeth as he hisses out. The warning glance he gives you makes arousal burn deep into your core, only serving to make you more excited.

“I’ll give you a head start, sweetheart,” he says, his tone giving you a warning, “I’d take it if I were you.”

With his word, you spin on your heel, ready to plummet into the forest, but you only get about a foot before he has a large hand wrapped around your wrist. Your heart beats louder in your chest as you turn to look at him, his eyes dark with lust.

“Don’t let me catch you this time,” he says, pulling you close enough for his lips to flutter across your ear as he speaks. “I won’t go easy on you.”

You ignore the shiver in your spine as you pull back as much as you can.

“Maybe I don't want you to go easy on me,” you whisper back, earning a slight growl from Frankie. He lets his hand linger on you for only a moment more before letting go, this time allowing you to back away.

“Don’t push yourself too hard then, because I’m going to fucking exaust you when I catch up.”

You smile before turning once again, pushing yourself into the trees without looking back.

***

The sound of your heartbeat is deafening as you run through the otherwise silent forest. The steady pitter-patter of the organ combined with your ragged breathing and your frantic footsteps make a horrifying symphony. Even those sounds seem muffled, though, with the amount of pure adrenaline that courses through your veins and drowns out your senses.

Frankie can’t be too far behind you now. You guess you’ve been running for about fifteen minutes. There’s no doubt that he has turned at this point; he proved it with the howl you heard bellowing through the woods a couple minutes ago.

Since then, you haven't stopped to take a breath. There is pure fear in the fact that you have a beast on your trail, but also excitement in knowing what will likely happen once he catches up.

For now though, fear is the dominant emotion. It’s prominent enough to keep you going even as your hair gets tugged by branches and your skin gets scratched and torn by twigs and thorns. None of it seems to matter right now just as long as you can keep your distance from the monster hunting you down.

Suddenly, you hear a snap from somewhere behind you. The noise is sharp, a twig snapping beneath heavy weight. It reverberates all around you, sending a shiver down your spine. Soon after, You pick up on the steady thumping of what sounds to be an animal hot on your tail.

The sound gets closer and closer even as you push yourself to run faster. Your entire body is shaking and you can feel tears welling up in your eyes. You can practically feel Frankie’s breath on your neck, the sensation almost more powerful than the ache overtaking your legs and abdomen.

“Please, leave me alone!” You cry out the plea over your shoulder, your voice bordering a sob. Your gut is curling with a mixture of panic and arousal. The responding growl makes the tears you have been holding spill over and your knees buckle.

For a second, you’re worried that you might fall, but you’re pushed into the ground before you have the chance to do it yourself. The weight of Frankie pouncing on top of you knocks the wind out of you, a sharp cry leaving your lips as your breath is taken.

In the time that it takes you to get your breath back, Frankie has your bodysuit torn enough to pry off of your shaking body, and your lacy panties shoved–or ripped–down your legs. Luckily, the bodysuit was the cheapest and easiest to find component of your costume. You can feel a whisper of his claws against your skin as he drags scraps away from where he needs you most.

Your arms flail wildly, your fingers trying to grasp a handful of fur from the beast atop you. Frankie sees what you’re trying to do, and with a growl, he ducks down and slides toward your feet, away from your hands.

Before you can question what he’s doing, you feel something thick, wet, and warm against your bare, soaked cunt.

A high pitched moan tumbles from your lips as Frankie drags his tongue across your pussy before dipping it into your core.

The hot muscle digs deep into your cunt, curling once it's in all the way. You can feel his nose bobbing up and down against your ass as he starts to work his tongue in and out of your cunt.

“F-Frankie, fuck!” You scream, feeling your orgasm building embarrassingly quickly.

The way his tongue swirls and scrapes against your walls is absolutely delicious, and that combined with the tip of the muscle prodding against your g-spot? You’re fucking done for.

You’re writhing as Frankie brings his tongue out to swallow down the slick he’s collected, and you can feel the way a combination of your arousal and his saliva leaks out of your pulsing cunt, coming down to collect at your clit and make you shudder. You’re so close to coming, a warm feeling that can only be described as pure euphoria making a home deep in your lower abdomen.

Almost as soon as he was gone, Frankie shoves his tongue back inside of you, meticulously prodding all the right places. You’re gasping and moaning so loud you have half the mind to feel bad for whatever critters might reside in these woods.

That thought passes quickly, though, once you feel yourself returning to the edge. Frankie flicks his tongue one more time and you’re suddenly convulsing around him. The high seems to go on forever, your toes curling and your fingers grasping at the leafy ground in front of you.

The beast doesn’t pull away as you come, instead, he allows you to rock your hips back and forth in order to prolong your pleasure for as long as possible. You don’t even notice that you moved your arm until you feel one hand entangled in soft fur, your subconscious mind telling you to hold him to you.

You hear Frankie whine from behind you and you have to suppress the urge to giggle. He’s always liked it when you tug at his hair, and apparently, being in this form leaves no room for exceptions.

Your body goes limp as Frankie backs away from you, making it easy for him to nudge you to prop you up where he wants you. Hands and knees, of course. He wastes no time in getting into position behind you, crowding you in with his massive form.

The tip of his cock feels massive against your swollen cunt, but it only takes a few swipes of the beast’s hips before he is notched into your entrance. With one more thrust, he’s pushing in all the way, making you scream as your pussy stretches to accommodate his girth.

Frankie lets out a series of whimpers as he starts a brutal pace, not giving you a second to adjust. Your hands come up to grasp above his paws, which are positioned on either side of your head, and then up a little.

“F-Frankie!” Your moan comes out more like a screech, the pain quickly turning into a sick pleasure as he rips you open on his cock. Each time he thrusts, it’s accompanied by a puff of breath which fans out across your cheek.

The sound of his whines and ragged breathing mix with the squelching noises coming from your cunt and the panting coming from your lips, everything combined making the filthiest symphony you’ve ever heard.

Your second orgasm starts to build rapidly, your cunt beginning to flutter around Frankie’s unforgiving length. With each punch, the tip of his cock touches something heavenly within you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You’re pretty sure you’re drooling, but you find that every limb has turned to jelly, preventing you from bringing your hand up to check. If not for the monster above you impaling you on his length, you would likely be flat on the forest floor right now.

Every thought that had previously occupied your mind is forced out of you as Frankie effortlessly pries another orgasm from you. He doesn’t slow or pause as you squeeze around his cock like a vice. If anything, it only spurs him on and gets him going faster, if that's even possible.

With each slam of his hips, you feel your body being sent forward, only stabilized by your palms, which are somehow still firmly planted on the ground.

‘Oh god, Frankie,” your voice sounds hazy to your own ears. “F-feels so fucking good, Francisco.”

You hear him grunt at the sound of his full name, something you usually only call him in bed—or in this case, in the middle of nowhere.

It does feel good, his cock feels absolutely massive. You know that it is definitely bigger than when he’s in his human form—the size of which should be considered supernatural in it’s own way. Right now, though, he feels bigger than ever, thicker, longer. The only thought occupying your mind at the moment is how badly you want to suck his cock.

How the fuck does this man fuck you so good to the point where you fantasize about giving him a blowjob while he’s already inside of you? Next time, you’ll have to get his dick in your mouth before he shoves it into your cunt.

Your eyes droop as your second orgasm morphs into a third, your body growing weaker with each movement from Frankie. You ignore the shaking to spread your legs wider to allow him better access, which results in him getting to a deeper spot with the new angle.

Your mouth drops open as you begin to come again, a silent scream getting stuck in your throat. This time, as you constrict around his monstrous cock, you can feel his hips stutter. He’s getting close, which is probably a good thing considering you’re about to pass out from both pleasure and exhaustion.

“C-come on, Frankie, f-fill me up,” you command through moans. It very obviously eggs him on because before you know it, he’s stilling inside of you, howling into the trees, and blowing his massive load deep into your core.

The feeling of his cum painting your walls is fucking heavenly. Spurt after spurt of his warm seed fills you to the brim until it eventually starts to seep out around the base of his cock. If you thought you had felt full before, that was nothing compared to now.

Frankie gives you a few minutes to calm down before he starts to lower himself to the ground, laying on his side and tugging you with him. Your body and mind are equally compliant with his request.

As your eyes shut once again, you can feel Frankie starting to shift behind you, probably making his transformation back to his human form. Try as you might, you know you won’t have enough energy to wait for him to be done, so you make the most of it and snuggle into his soft fur. You know that you’ll wake up safe and sound in your bed, tangled with your kind, attentive, and very much human boyfriend.

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 3 months

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Friday Fic Rec Week Two

What a successful second week of fic recs! Thank you all again for submitting your recs and for sharing your love of others' work with me, and the tumblr-sphere!

Personal recommendations 💜 Personal recs but also suggested by y'all 🌸 Self-Rec because I'm a classy slut~ ♦️ My fics y'all Recc'd 🫠

In order of submission:

Stars too Far - Ch 1 | Mandalorian x fem reader | @foomoosworld

Beach Walks | Continuation of Night Walks Perv/Creep!Joel x Reader | @toxicanonymity 🌸

When I move You Move | Pre-outbreak!Joel x F!Reader | @ghotifishreads

Wildflowers | Joel x F!Reader Drabble | @tightjeansjavi

I know it When I See it | Pornstar!Joel x Pornstar!Reader | @bageldaddy 💜

Over Again | Joel Miller x F!Reader | @burntheedges

Liminality | Frankie morales x F!reader Werewolf AU | @something-tofightfor 🌸

Beskar and Kyber | Din Djarin x F!Reader | @penvisions

Yearling | Joel Miller x F!Reader | @justagalwhowrites

Sweet Child O' Mine | Joel Miller x F!Reader | @macfrog

Ch4 of Devotion | Cult Leader!Joel Miller x F!Reader | @noxturnalpascal 🌸

No Shortage of Sordid | Joel Miller x F!Reader + extra | @covetyou 💜

On The Waterfront | Dark!Chubby! Frankie x F!Reader | @beefrobeefcal 💜

Strangers | Dave York x F!Reader | @wildemaven

His Clothes Fit you Better | Joel Miller x Reader | @holacia3

The Day Before Was Always Difficult | Dieter Bravo x F!Reader | @nerdieforpedro

Need | Din Djarin x Cobb Vanth | @theywhowriteandknowthings (Me aha) ♦️

Fix your sink Frankie | asshole!Frankie x F!Reader | @theywhowriteandknowthings (me aha) 🫠

The Dark Side of The Moon | Vampire! Marc Spector x Reader | @melodygatesauthor 💜

The Ghosts of Babylon | Joel Miller x Reader | @sixhours

Hold Fast | Frankie x F!Reader | @jeewrites

Dirty | Mystery P!Boy x Reader | @bitchesuntitled

The winners circle | dieter brave x f!reader | @popcornforone

#fic rec friday #fic rec #vi's fic recs #vi's fic rec friday #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #din djarin #marcus pike #jack daniels #agent whiskey #oberyn martell #dave york #max phillips #the mandalorian #tlou #the last of us #the mentalist #game of thrones

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 8 months

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Into It [werewolf!Frankie x f!reader]

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My Frankie Morales masterlist

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x you (cishet f!reader)

Warnings: Frankie is a werewolf (but not really), corn maze, jump scares, Benny is a clown in more ways than one (and a bit of an arse tbh), public sex, unprotected piv sex, Frankie has a knot on his dick and believe you me it goes inside you, you like it rough, dirty talk, a bit of praise (him to her), creampie, implied cum eating and cunnilingus.

Summary: You are lost in a corn maze where ghosts and ghouls roam, and you are being chased by a werewolf named Frankie...

Words: 3,489

The moon hangs low and when a few clouds obscure it, your eyes strain to see the path before you. The wind sweeps through the corn stalks, and the hushed rustling of the leaves makes the small hairs at the back of your neck stand. It's so quiet, apart from that faint sound, but you know that you're not alone, you've seen the glowing eyes and dark shapes, heard the quick footsteps disappear around a corner.

Getting into this corn maze was a bad idea, you knew it from the start. What harm would it do, you had thought. All the harm, you now realize. You could die here. You could get jumped, you could...

Your breath gets stuck in your throat when a caped figure appears before you and stares at you through the dark, before dismissing you and slipping away in another direction. Your red cape isn't warm enough, and you suddenly feel chilled to the bone. You want to go home, away from all this danger, get warm and comfortable and not lost in a goddamn corn maze, like you are now. Screams behind you put you on edge, and two witches run past, cackling like maniacs. Witches are nothing to be afraid of: you know there are worse things in here. You follow the witches, but by the time you turn the same corner, they're already gone. More screaming is heard in the distance, chilling screams of fear. You walk faster, almost start jogging, turning a corner and finding it a dead end. A howl close by sends chills down your spine.

Huge, clawed paws land on your waist, a low growl reverberates into your core. You yelp as you get pulled against the wide frame of a werewolf.

"Roarr, I'm going to eat you!"

You break into relieved laughter. "Dammit Frankie!"

Turning around, you see the werewolf with its latex sneer take off its head, revealing a cheekily smiling Frankie with tousled hair underneath.

"Did I scare you?"

"No, but those plastic claws are going to rip my dress!"

He wraps one arm around you, the dark grey fur of his wolf costume warming you immediately.

"Oh, this dress is going to be ripped tonight..."

Unabashedly, he gazes into your cleavage as his paw slides down to your ass. You roll your eyes.

"Slutty Little Red Riding Hood, how tacky isn't that?"

"Terrible tacky," Frankie replies in a way that tells you in no uncertain terms that he is incredibly happy with your mini dress with plunging neckline and short, ruffled skirt. The bodice, laced tightly to push your tits up even more, and thigh high stockings crown your outfit, and Frankie couldn't be happier.

"It's a good thing I'm in this lumpy costume," he murmurs against your cheek. "I'm so hard right now, if anyone saw, they'd think I was a perv."

"You are a perv," you tease him, "but you're my perv."

"Excuse me, Miss Hood," he rumbles, now nipping at your earlobe. "I seem to remember that the conversation about our plans for tonight went in a way that actually points you out as the perv."

You just scoff, then turn your head to allow him access to your neck. He scatters little kisses and love bites all over your skin, pausing only to grunt and curse when you find his stiff shaft and rub it through the tight front of his jeans.

"Little girl," he hisses, "Let's go find grandma's house."

"You don't want me to suck your big bad cock right here...?" you suggest leerily, and Frankie exhales in a hushed Fuck.

"We'll be seen."

"We could find a dark corner."

"Jesus..." His paw caresses the roundness of your buttock, coming to a rest just where you ass meets your thighs, pushing you into him.

"We don't have to - " you start, sensing his hesitation. Frankie may be a beast in bed, but that's in the comfort and privacy of your own home. Laughing and screaming in the distance underscores how public this place is.

"Let's do it," he rules, and you both turn around to try and find a secluded enough spot.

A wild-eyed Pennywise jumps out right in front of you, screeching in a way that shouldn't be humanly possible. You scream, startled and scared at the sudden attack, your blood going ice cold for a moment, panic rising when the clown grabs your arm.

"Knock it the fuck off, Benjamin!"

Frankie shoves the clown away, and it starts to laugh.

"Oh my God, your face!"

You're still shaking, but fear is slowly being replaced by rage.

"Benny, you asshole! You know I hate jump scares and clowns!"

"That's why it worked so well!"

"Not cool," Frankie growls, pulling you into him as if to protect you. "Let's go, baby."

"I'm sorry!" Benny shouts after you when you walk away. Your legs are a little wobbly, but Frankie's warm, secure presence makes you feel better.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I just got startled," you reassure him. "It's fine."

"I'll have a talk with him tomorrow. He's too drunk right now."

"You really don't need to, let's just forget about it."

A few monsters and ghouls run past, but now it all feels like adults in costumes to you. A shudder runs through you, and Frankie stops to kiss your head.

"You wanna just get out of this maze, have a mug of hot cider, and then leave?" he suggests. Truth be told, that's an attractive suggestion. You don't feel like blowing him in public anymore.

"That sounds perfect."

Frankie, with his military training, seems to have a mental map of the maze, because he leads you with confidence out of the maze like he's walked it a hundred times before. Just as you exit, you pass by Santi who looks like an East European nobleman, his fake vampire teeth grazing the neck of a young brunette dressed as a slutty Harry Potter character.

The cider warms you up and calms your nerves, and by the time you've finished your mug, you're feeling up for erotic adventures again.

"Can we leave?" you ask Frankie as soon as the mug is empty.

"Home?"

"To our spot."

"Oh. You still wanna - "

"I do."

His velvety gaze rests heavily on your skin when he leads you to his truck.

"Our spot" is outside of town. Off the highway, along a smaller country road, then off on a narrow dirt road with grass growing between the tire tracks. There are fields all around, and smack in the middle of them is a small hill with a huge, old oak. A distant cousin of Frankie’s owns the surrounding fields, and they don't mind you using the land. You and Frankie often come here in the summer when the oak provides shelter from the sun. You've been here in the fall, too, stargazing from the bed of Frankie's truck.

And now you're here to fulfill a fantasy.

Frankie has prepared the truck with blankets and pillows, and even a small string of fairy lights. He's still in his werewolf costume, the paws and head are off, but his torso is still covered by fake fur and a half-torn plaid. As he rolls out the bedding, you walk to the oak to find the carving he put in its bark the first time you came here. You find it immediately, having seen it countless times before. Your initials inside a heart, simple and sappy. You trace the letters with your index finger, and you hear a low growl behind you, so you turn around.

Werewolf Frankie is standing by the truck, eyes fixed on you. Your heart skips a beat when he crouches a little and starts towards you.

"No," you whisper, moving around the trunk of the tree, trying to keep it between the two of you. Frankie, however, is quicker on his feet, and with just a few long leaps, he reaches you and has you caged against the tree.

"Smells good," he grunts, catching your wrists and trapping them against the bark above your head. "Pretty and sweet..."

He nuzzles your neck, the latex nose cold on your skin in the October night air.

"Please," you breathe, and his large paw runs down your leg and settles over your sex. You buck against him, making him chuckle.

"Needy, pretty thing..." His voice, muffled by the mask, has dropped one octave and is delightfully raspy.

He pushes up against you, letting you feel his hardening cock. Your arousal bleeds into your panties and the chilly air immediately chills the wet fabric, but your insides are on fire. You whimper, struggling while also rolling your hips against his, seeking that stiff outline of his cock in his pants.

"You want that, don't you?"

The sound you produce is pitiful and Frankie's low chuckle turns you on even more.

"You'll have it."

He drags you with him to the truck, maneuvering you roughly, yet not without care, to a bent over position.

"Spread your legs."

The cool night air feels even colder on the wet insides of your thighs, and a shiver runs through you when Frankie grinds his erection against your clothed core. The plastic claws aren't sharp, but they still make you hiss when he draws them down your thighs. His denim-clad leg touches your bare one when he kneels between your spread legs, and then his growling wolf face pushes against your pussy. He draws in your scent in loud sniffs, and you moan at how the teeth-baring mouth of the mask feels against you. Shamelessly, you push back, wishing the mask came with a live tongue as well.

Frankie sinks the claws into the flesh of your thighs and rumbles low as he rubs the mask against you. The friction is delectable, and you keen loudly, your lower lip trapped between your teeth, hands fisting into the blanket in front of you. You start to push back, move your hips like when you're riding his face, and that's what you're doing now, too: you're riding his face, the wolf face that he put on for you when you suggested that you'd go to the Halloween event as Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf, and that he'd ravage you in the back of his truck later. He was game: Frankie was always game for whatever you suggested, even if he was against the more violent expressions of your suggested roleplay, like hunting you down and fucking you on the ground while you screamed for help. Truth be told, after the stunt Benny pulled in the corn maze, this is exactly the right amount of excitement you need. And this mask, with its wrinkled nose and bared teeth, is doing wonders for you pussy, but it's not going to be able to make you cum. For that, you need more direct stimulation.

"Frankie," you keen, "I need more, please, I can't stand it!"

Frankie stops, goddamn him, he stops. You moan out a protest and Frankie snarls at you. He shoves up your skirt, grabs your panties, and tears them off you. The fabric rips and he shoves you forward.

"Get up."

You crawl onto the bed of the truck, shivering with your ass bare in the evening air. The suspension dips momentarily when Frankie gets up behind you, pawing your ass and tracing a claw between the cheeks down to your dripping core. You push back a little, swallowing when you hear him chuckle.

"So eager... so wet... You need a big, stiff dick to fill you up, don't you?"

"Yes," you manage to answer, head light with anticipation. "I need it, please give it to me."

The belt buckle rattles, then the fly zips open. He lets out a low rumble of relief and take a moment to get himself ready. You know what he's doing: he's putting on the sleeve, that latex thing you ordered online and almost shyly presented to him. The werewolf sleeve with a knot at the root, so insignificant when you measure and tried to imagine it before ordering, so huge when you saw it in person and realized that it was supposed to go inside you. Frankie had been skeptical - he was big enough on his own - but he was also curious, and he loved the fire he saw in you when you suggested that he'd fuck you like an animal. That you wanted to try to take the knot.

You're practically drooling now, knowing that you'll get it soon.

Frankie's paw in between your shoulder blades, and he pushes your chest down onto the bedding. His cock drags between your swollen lips, bumping into your clit before the head slips in, teasing you with the promise - or threat - of how well he could fill you, but doesn't just yet. You exhale in a whine, and Frankie replies with a similar, albeit lower moan, before sliding in, all the way up to the knot.

"Fuck," you keen into the blanket that your face is resting against, "fuck, that's good, that feels so good..."

He pulls out slowly and slams into you anew, drawing a shout from you. He then repositions himself, comes off his knees and onto his feet with bent knees into bulldog, and starts to batter you with his stiff cock. Hands on your upper back, he's pressing you down into the blankets, and you bite into the fabric to keep from getting too loud as he thrusts hard into you, again and again. The truck bed creaks and rocks, your bodies make the music of lewd, wet slapping as he assaults your pussy, and you grip the blanket until your knuckles are white.

"So wet and tight," Frankie pants above you, his furry werewolf torso plastered over your back as he rails you mercilessly. "So desperate for my fat cock, you wanted it so badly, didn't you?"

"Yes!" you cry out, each thrust into your core stealing away a little bit of your breath and brain. Your chin feels cold, and you realize that you're drooling, but you don't care if you look like a cock-hungry slut because that's what you are and you're loving it.

The knot keeps jamming against your slick opening, but Frankie doesn't seem willing to try to cram it in just yet. Your legs are shaking and giving way underneath you, and you almost slide down onto your stomach, but Frankie pulls you back up.

"Stay on your knees!" he snarls. "Don't you dare lie down!"

You gasp something to let him know you're listening, you're compliant, you'll do anything he tells you to. The plastic claws scratch your thigh, and you brace yourself on the soft warm blankets underneath you to stay on your hands and knees.

"Good girl..."

He moves in you just right, he knows what you want and need, and he's giving it to you.

"I'm a good girl," you keen, and his big paw strokes your back. Your pussy clenches, slick and heat pooling as your body sets into a higher gear.

"You are such a good girl," he confirms, breathless voice muffled behind the mask. "So good for me, taking my big cock like this..."

The praise zaps out your brain, and you start to push back on his thrusts.

"Harder, fuck me harder, I wanna cum!"

He knows just what you do, and when you're wailing out your orgasm, arms and legs shaking, he pushes you down on your stomach, ass still up.

"The knot, the knot, gimme the knot!"

The pressure is nothing like you expected: sharp and agonizing as the knot slowly presses into you. You only realize that you're holding your breath when you hear Frankie murmur "Breathe, sweetness, just breathe, you can do it" behind you, and you exhale with a shrieked Oh my God!

"It'stoo much," Frankie frets, pulling out, but you push back.

"Nonono, do it, I need it, do it, please please please!"

Once again, the mass inches into you, and this time you meet it halfway, jamming your ass against Frankie's hips, swallowing the knot and once again losing your breath at how full you are, full to the point of tearing, a string of Oh my God oh my God oh my God fuck fuck fuck spilling from you as you fist the blankets to hard that your knuckles go white.

Through the searing burn, you start to feel the adrenaline. Fuck, that's big, but you got it. You have it all in you, you're doing it, oh my God that's tight but you got it, even if it burns, you got it, and you start to relax and Frankie moans somewhere near your ear, and you flex your walls around him and he moans again, deliciously.

"Fuck me," you beg, "Frankie, fuck me now, with the knot, fuck me and fill me up, I need you to cum inside me, take me, just fuck me!"

He covers you, the polyester fur warm and itchy as he takes you with slow, almost lazy yet deep rolls of his hips, the knot pushing easier into you now, arms with furry, clawed paws around your shoulders and neck, and when he pushes in one last time to empty himself in your core, your eyes roll back and you sob with relief that it's over.

And still, you never want it to be over.

Frankie is still buried in you, has you buried under him, shielding you from the increasing coolness of the October night. It's not until he carefully inches out of you that you realize just how cold it is, and your whine is a protest both against that, against him pulling out, and an expression of your soreness. Frankie immediately throws a blanket over you, then takes off the werewolf head.

"Goddammit, this thing's cooking me alive!"

You open your eyes and try to focus, finding the werewolf snarling right beside you. A pleasurable shiver runs through you, and then you feel the burning heat of Frankie's breath on your neck.

"Are you okay?"

You can only hum, dazed as you still are. Frankie shoves the werewolf head out of the way and lies down next to you, his face just inches away from yours.

"Talk to me, baby."

"Can't," you mumble throatily, and he chuckles.

"Okay."

In the light of the stars and fairy string lights, you see that his face is red and dripping with sweat, his disheveled curls wet and plastered onto his head. His breathing is still labored, and the puffs of air are hot against you.

It's so fucking sexy.

Your pussy is still throbbing, slick and sloppy as his cum oozes out and stains your thighs. You've never felt so filthy, and you're loving it.

Finally, you draw a deep breath and open your eyes to Frankie's attentive gaze.

"I'm good," you tell him, and are immediately rewarded with a smile.

"You liked it, then?"

"Liked it?" you scoff huskily. "Fuck, Frankie... it's the best sex we ever had."

"Not better than that time we..."

"Okay, not better than that," you smile wryly, knowing what occasion he's referring to. "But top three, definitely."

"Really?"

"Frankie... I know you weren't into it from the start but I'm so grateful you decided to give it a try."

You scoot closer and kiss him softly.

"It means so much that you wanted to give this to me."

"I want to make you happy," he whispers against your lips. "And I did like it. You were so fucking hot, baby. When you took the knot, you were... feral. I've never seen you like that."

His hand slides in under the blanket, finding a plump breast straining out of the bodice.

"The costume works for me, too."

His hand travels up your chest, neck, and stops by your cheek, his big thumb dragging over your lips.

"And your lipstick is all smeared out. It's really fucking hot."

You chuckle, flushed from his praise. Frankie kisses you again before letting his lips wander down your cheek and jawline.

"Now that we've done what you're into... can we do the thing that I'm into?"

You bite down on your lower lip, but the giggle still finds its way out.

"Which is?"

Frankie continues to kiss his way down the exposed parts of your body, moving blankets and himself until he's settled between your legs. He collects his spend from around your cunt before pushing it back in with two fingers, lips latching onto your clit.

Your back arches and you see stars, literally, along with the lights strung up on the back of the cabin. The discarded werewolf head grins at you from a corner, and you smile back before your eyes fall shut and you give yourself to pleasure once more.

#frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #francisco catfish morales #francisco frankie morales #triple frontier fanfic #my fic

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juletheghoul · 1 year

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a/n: I started writing fanfic when I was in my teens, typing away into the night as a way to feel connected to my faves. Eventually I stopped, maybe convinced myself that I'd grown out of it, but that definitely wasn't the case. Truth is the stories have always been there, and I've always wanted to tell them. I'm happy to have found my way back to fanfic, back to the sense of community and all those other amazing fucking stories that I've read here. I've been lucky enough to have my things put on rec lists and now I want to make one of my own. I've been compiling a list of submissions, along with some of my faves and I offer them up to you, humbly. This list in no way encompasses all of the masterpieces I've read, just doing my best with the shitshow that is my memory lol. I am beyond lucky to have reached such a wild milestone, thanks for following along-please enjoy and show these creators some love!

Story recs;

Each story will have it's own warnings**

Jack Whiskey Daniels;

Under Marula Trees (Jack x F!Reader) by @deadhumourist

Cognitive Dissonance (Jack x F!reader) by @prolix-yuy

The Cowboy Next Door (Jack x virgin!freader) by @ikissdin

Javier Peña;

Learning to Live (Javier Peña/f!reader) by @wheresarizona

Fear and Loathing (Javier Peña x F!Reader) by @joels6strings

Lie to Me (Javier Peña x DEA Agent fem reader) by @iamskyereads

Mailroom Crush (Javier Peña x f!reader) by @littlemisspascal

Girl Next Door (Javier Peña x f!reader) by @babybugwrites

Teach Me Tonight (Javier Peña x F!DEA!Reader) by @storiesofthefandomlovers

Dieter Bravo;

Funny Girl (Dieter x F!Reader) by @radiowallet

Stay on the Screenplay (Dieter x F!Reader) by @jazzelsaur

Love Triangles (Dieter Bravo x Female Reader) by @littlemisspascal

Morning (Porn star Dieter x Porn star reader) by @write-and-buried

Dave York;

Appreciation (Dave x F!Reader) by @pedropascalsx

My Girl (Dave York x f!reader x Francisco “Catfish” Morales) by @foli-vora

Family Fun Series (Dave York x F!Nanny!Reader x Carol York) by @absurdthirst

Rare (Dave York x fem reader) by @ezrasbirdie

Din Djarin;

Take Me to Church (Din Djarin/Reader Western AU) by @frannyzooey

Vibes (Din x F!Reader) by @mandoblowmybackout

Boxer Din Series (Boxer Din Djarin x Masseuse Fem!Reader) by @djarinsbeskar

Like a Moth to the Flame (monster!Din x F!reader) by @the-scandalorian

A Brush of Life (Hades!Din x f!reader) by @charnelhouse

Pero Tovar;

Ego & Black Powder (Pero x F!Reader) by @psychedlic-ink

The Wolf Series (Werewolf!Pero Tovar x F!Reader) by @absurdthirst

Frankie Morales;

Weeknights (Frankie Morales x F!reader) by @frannyzooey

Please To Meet You (Frankie x F!Reader) by @intheorangebedroom

Still of the Night (Frankie xF!reader) by @foli-vora

Joel Miller;

West (Joel Miller x Third Person Female) by @radiowallet

September (Joel x f!reader) by @wheresarizona

Pedro Across The Street (Calls)

Good Things Take Time (PATS x f!reader) by @oonajaeadira

Masterlists;

@novemberrain-writes - masterlist

@thisishellfire - Pedro masterlist

@foli-vora - masterlist

@wheresarizona - masterlist

@frannyzooey - masterlist

@oonajaeadira - masterlist

@psychedelic-ink - masterlist

@nexusnyx - masterlist

@wardenparker - masterlist

@loversandantiheroes - masterlist

@whiskeynwriting - masterlist

@pedros-mustache - masterlist

@writer-darling - masterlist

@mothandpidgeon - masterlist

@littlepadika - masterlist

@pedropascalsx - masterlist

@absurdthirst - masterlist

@just-here-for-the-moment - masterlist

#joel miller #frankie morales #pero tovar #din djarin #dave york #dieter bravo #javier peña #jack daniels #3k milestone #3k celebration #fic rec list #pedro across the street

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absurdthirst · 5 months

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Halloween Haunts

Halloween based stories with various characters. Ratings and Warnings included in individual stories.

Frankie Morales:

Fangs & Fur {Werewolf!Catfish x F!Reader x Max Phillips}

Moonlight Madness {Werewolf!Catfish x F!Reader x Benny}

I'd Sell My Soul For You {Catfish/Max Phillips x F!Reader}

Pero Tovar:

The Halloween Hit {Pero Tovar x F!Reader}

Marcus Pike:

Halloween Party {Marcus Pike x F!Reader}

Sell My Soul For You {Possessed!Marcus Pike x F!Reader}

The Wolf in the Woods {Werewolf!Marcus Pike x F!Reader}

Max Phillips:

Noaptea Vampirului {Max Phillips x F!Reader}

Dave York:

Ghost of a Lover {Ghost!Dave York x F!Reader}

Halloween Home Intruder {Dave York x F!Reader}

Dieter Bravo:

Crashing the Party {Dieter Bravo x Plus Sized!F!Reader}

#pedro pascal #the mandalorian #pero tovar #marcus moreno #agent whiskey #dieter bravo #max phillips #javier peña #ezra prospect #frankie morales #marcus pike #max lord #zach wellison #tim rockford #javi gutierrez #joel miller #oberyn martell #dave york

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supernaturalgirl20 · 2 years

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It’s that time of year again!!! I’m using @absurdthirst template for kinktober this year and here is my schedule.

***These are gonna be very heavy on the smut and some will also be quite dark so please heed all warnings before you read.***

1: Shibari - Marc Spector x f!reader

2: Gagging - Pero Tovar x f!reader

3: Threesome - Frankie x f!reader x Santiago

5: A/B/O - Frankie Morales x f!reader

6: Underwear- Marcus Pike x f!reader

7: Bath/Shower sex - Pero Tovar x f!reader

12: Cock Warming - Joel Miller x f!reader

13: Monster Fucking - Werewolf!Ezra x f!reader

17: Hate Fucking - Joel Miller x f!reader

19: Somnophilia - Din Djarin x f!reader

21: Breeding - Pero Tovar x f!reader

22: Sex Pollen - Javier Pena x f!reader

23: Erotic Dancing - Marcus Pike x f!reader

25: Lactation - Din Djarin x f!reader

30: Public Sex - Frankie Morales x f!reader

#pedro pascal #frankie morales x female reader #marcus pike x female reader #javier peña x fem!reader #oberyn martell x female reader #dean winchester x reader #marc spector x reader #joel miller x f!reader #pedro pascal x reader #dieter bravo xf!reader

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wardenparker · 2 years

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Full Moon Fury

Frankie Morales x female Reader x Benny Miller A Sequel to Moonlight Madness Co-written with @absurdthirst

Rating: E for Explicit, my friends. 18+ (just like the rest of my blog) Word Count: 14k Warnings: **Writers are choosing not to disclose all warnings to avoid spoilers for the ending!** This is a MMF relationship! If that doesn’t appeal to you, then just scroll away right now. Cursing, food/alcohol. Fluff/flirting, dirty talk, MM sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), masturbation (m and f), anal play, anal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, group sex (MMF), sex toys, slight voyeurism, monster fucking, anal sex, FEELINGS. Summary: On the one-year anniversary of the night Benny found out that Frankie is a werewolf, Frankie thinks that there is something wicked in the air. But you and Benny just think Frankie is being paranoid. Notes: Happy Halloween! For the last day of Spooktober we are indulging in a little monster fucking. Enjoy! 🐺🧡🎃

Three days before the change is when Frankie starts to worry. Of course, worrying is something that he always does. For him, there are still too many risks involved with what he has become not to worry. Especially now that there is more than one person he needs to worry about. His sense of smell is more acute right now, eyes opening through the fog of sleep and the musky smell of sleep and slight tinge of sweat makes him curl closer to the body that is in front of him. Both of you are still asleep, Benny wrapped around you from the other side, making you the burrito that you had wanted, and your leg is kicked out from the covers for it. With a werewolf and a Benny in bed with you, the joke was you didn't need covers. He reaches out and caresses your face, then Benny's shoulder - his head is tucked against the back of your neck - with a soft smile that slips into a frown. Wondering if he should maybe ask you two to stay upstairs tonight for the millionth time in the last two days.

The dip and sway of the bed when one of the guys moves always jostles you out of your dreams a little. You've always been a bit of a light sleeper and with two men beside you in bed the difference between being snuggled up warm and safe, and missing some of that comforting presence beside you, is very pronounced. One eye cracks open in time to see Frankie slip out from under the blanket with his back to you and you pout. "Frankieeee..." Even quietly, you whine his name, reaching out to get him to turn around. It's Saturday and it's going to be a full moon tonight. There's no need to get out of bed so early.

“Hey baby.” Frankie can’t help but smile as he twists around to look at you. Still gorgeous even tousled with sleep and barely awake. “I didn’t mean to wake you up. Snuggle into Ben.”

"Come back to bed, baby." Weekends are for being greedy, at least in your opinion. Both of your boys in bed beside you, cuddles for everyone and plenty of lazing around in each other's arms. As much as you all joke about needing coffee to function, it's obvious that waking up together helps the day start more perfectly than anything else. Even caffeine.

He can’t resist when you turn those eyes on him, swinging his feet back under the covers, he’s greedy and immediately wraps his arms around you. His hands curl against Benny’s stomach and makes him grunt, shifting closer to his touch.

Benny is significantly harder to wake than either you or Frankie, but it's like he knows subconsciously that he's missing out on cuddles because the second you sink into Frankie for that first kiss of the morning, you feel Benny's hand grip your hip lightly. He squeezes slightly before reaching past you and finding Frankie's thigh with his long fingers.

Frankie chuckles against your mouth, feeling slightly less anxious as he kisses you. His free hand covering Benny’s so he is connected to both of you, grounding himself in you.

"Morning," Benny croaks, clearing the sleep from his throat and pressing a blind kiss to your shoulder before peeling his eyes open to see you and Frankie tangled up in each other already. "No fair," he grumbles good-naturedly, suddenly much more awake. "You started without me."

“Accidentally woke her up, Benjamin.” Frankie explains playfully. “If you didn’t sleep like the dead, you could have been in on the hot good morning kiss.”

"Cranky wolf." The younger man teases, knowing full well what day it is. He smiles though, a lopsided, dopey-looking thing full of love, and leans over you to kiss Frankie good morning before tugging you into his arms to give you the same.

"You know it's the full moon when Benny wakes up ready to go," you tease right back, as though Ben Miller isn't always ready to show both you and Frankie how much he loves you.

“I swear he looks forward to the full moon.” Frankie rolls his eyes but there’s a grin on his face as he watches you kiss your lover.

Benny huffs indignantly, pressing one more kiss to your lips before looking between the two of you. He knows you haven't forgotten. You have plans to go out for lunch before Frankie has to worry about turning, and even called in the big monthly order to the butcher yesterday to be picked up on your way home. There are flowers in the bedroom and downstairs in the kitchen, and gifts tucked away that he isn't supposed to know about even though he does. "It's...it's more than that this month," he admits sheepishly.

One year. It’s been one year since Benny had shown up on yours and Frankie’s doorstep, heartbroken over his girlfriend. One year since his discovery of Frankie’s alter ego that makes an appearance once a month. And most importantly, one year since he had crawled into your bed, never crawling out if it again. Frankie softens and reaches for the other man, dragging him across you so that he can give him the kiss that he should have given him before he ever changed that night a year ago. Slowly and passionately licking into his mouth until Benny whimpers and Frankie pulls away with a smile. “Happy were-versary.” He teases, a rare moment of levity before he grows more serious. “Happy one year, Benjamin.”

"Happy anniversary, Benny." You wait until the boys have separated to give him another kiss. A lot has happened since that night a year ago, and all of it for the better. The three of you are solid partners now, sharing everything and keeping each other's confidences as tightly as a vault. "I love you, baby."

He hums, holding both of you close and grinning like a madman. "I love you guys so much."

“We put up with you.” Frankie huffs, smirking at the pout on his lover’s face.

"Cranky wolf." Benny repeats, frowning animatedly because he knows it will only take about thirty seconds for Frankie to break and kiss him if he keeps pouting.

It doesn’t take him long, hating the slightly unhappy look to Benny’s face. He huffs and leans in to kiss him again.

This is how it will be all day, you're sure of it. Benny will take absolutely every opportunity possible to drag affection out of both of you, Frankie will pretend to resist but not be able to, and you'll just grin and give them both every second of your attention without any pretense. It is a privilege to love these men and you never squander an opportunity to show them that.

“We should eat.” Frankie tells both of you reluctantly. “Since we’re awake and I can hear Ben’s stomach starting to gurgle.”

"I'll go." You give them both a squeeze and move to slip out from under the covers. "You guys linger as long as you want. Just make sure you come downstairs by the time you smell coffee and bacon."

Both men pout when you slide out of bed between them, but they move to occupy your space. “How are you feeling?” Frankie asks seriously, wanting to make sure that Benny has zero regrets.

"Like I'm pretty glad you put up with me," Benny grins, wrapping his arm around Frankie's waist. The sunlight bounces off the ring on his hand - the one he's been wearing for six months now, ever since the three of you had your backyard commitment ceremony with only your closest friends and family on hand to celebrate - and his smile spreads even wider. "I love you, Frank. And I love that amazing girl downstairs. The last year has been..." He shrugs in an effort not to get emotional first thing in the morning. "It's been pretty perfect."

“It has been pretty perfect.” Frankie reaches up and brushes Benny’s hair back from where its falling in his eyes. “We love you too.” It’s simple to say it, easier to live it now that Ben is completely comfortable with his sexuality and secure in his relationship.

"Still can't believe it's real sometimes." Ducking his head a little, Benny tucks his much taller frame against Frankie's body and sighs contentedly. "And before you say it again, we're not staying upstairs tonight. I know you're thinking of suggesting it at breakfast."

“How did you know?” Frankie grumbles, slightly put out that he’s so predictable that Ben knows what he was going to suggest before he even voiced his concerns. “I just— I have a bad feeling?”

"You always have a bad feeling." Benny presses a kiss to his lover's chest before looking up again. "Everything's going to be okay, baby. We'll feed you and we'll all fuck until we pass out, and then tomorrow we'll rest. Just like we do every month, and every month we love it."

He sighs, even though he knows it will be better that the two of you are with him while he is the monster. “Are we settling into a boring routine?” He asks, raising a brow in amusement at being bored with a werewolf.

The younger of the two men smirks. "I could always wear an edible G-string for you guys or something if you want to make it sexy," he suggests, waggling his eyebrows.

Frankie snorts and gives a chuckle. “I think you just want that long tongue on you cock.” He growls playfully.

"Yeah." Ben rolls his eyes heavily at Frankie, both to punctuate his point and to make the man he loves laugh. "Obviously. And I'm also gonna be walking around the house with a plug in my ass all afternoon so I can take that huge were-cock. " He grins, pecking a kiss on Frankie's lips. "I love every part of you. Wolf included."

Frankie winks at Ben and reaches around him, slapping his ass. “I’m surprised you don’t want to fuck me tonight.” He hums, his cock twitching at the idea of making his lover scream later tonight.

"Since when don't you have enough energy for both?" He hasn't fully passed out since that first night together a year ago, but it took a little while for him to build up the stamina to go a more than just one round with the wolf. Now you're the one who gets tired first, but getting to sit back and watch your boys enjoy each other is never a bad thing. "Does that mean you want me to fuck you tonight?"

“Baby, I want you to enjoy tonight.” Above all else, Frankie is going to make sure that you and Ben are happy. “I wouldn’t mind if you fucked me now.” He admits.

"Yeah?" Benny smirks, that familiar pride swelling in his chest as he pulls Frankie closer. Being able to make you and Frankie happy is something that he takes extremely seriously and gets so much joy from. "You want to start the day off with my cock in your ass?" His own morning wood had waned a little since waking, but that thought has it coming back with a vengeance.

“You don’t have to.” Frankie can be a little shit when he wants to be and his smirk is very much along those veins. “Since you don’t want me to moan your name.”

"No." The challenge makes Benny nearly growl, and he bowls Frankie over almost immediately. With his knees on either side of his lover's hips, Frankie can feel the obvious weight of Benny's hard on in his boxers. "I want you to scream it."

Frankie bites his lip and shoots Benny a smug look. “Are you sure you can do that? Make me scream?” He loves to see the fire in Ben’s eyes when he gets like this, reaching down and giving his lover’s cock a rough squeeze.

"Francisco..." Benny clicks his tongue, tsking as he shakes his head and pushes his erection more firmly into Frankie's grip. "Don't you remember the camping trip? You had my name echoing off those hills for days."

“Remind me?” He teases, fingers slipping through the small opening so he can stroke the heated skin of his cock. “Old man, remember? Can’t remember shit.”

“It’s gonna be all you can think about for the rest of the day, baby.” Benny shivers noticeably at the touch but doesn’t shy away from it at all. He leans into it, hips pushing forward to seek out a firmer grip and more attention, and he groans happily when he gets exactly what he was looking for. His own hand easily finds Frankie’s hard cock against his belly, a bead of precum already formed on the tip and making his mouth water.

“Sure it’s not how I’m going to make you choke on my cock tonight?” Frankie’s lashes flutter and he gives a low groan. “Or stretch that tight little hole out and fill it up with a hot load of cum?”

“Fuck.” Frankie’s dirty talk is just completely honest, Benny has found over the last year, and he gives that groan back full force as his cock twitches in his lover’s strong hand. “Get the fucking lube, Frankie, I don’t even care if she eats that entire breakfast without us.”

Frankie chuckles wickedly and reaches over to grope at the nightstand, not letting go of Benny’s cock. “You want to fuck my mouth first?” He asks, smirking at him. “Let me taste that precum?”

The moan Benny lets out is a definite yes, as low and rumbling as it is, and he hates the five seconds he has to pull himself away to strip off his boxers before leaning over to kiss Frankie eagerly. There’s something about the fact that he can switch with Ben that Frankie finds gloriously freeing. Not stuck in one particular role, both of them traded dominance equally and were happier for it. Right now, Frankie shuffles lower on the bed and pats his chest for Benny to get on top of him.

It’s something they’ve done countless times by now, but Benny is still always careful to make sure he’s not putting too much pressure on Frankie’s chest when he situates himself there. He leans forward to brace one hand on the headboard and looks down, not taking this beautiful sight for granted even for a second. Frankie Morales is the only man he’s ever been with and the only man he ever wants to be with, and no matter how filthy the sex ever gets, there’s always so much love in it.

Frankie’s mouth waters at the sight of Benny’s long, beautifully cut cock. Wanting to hear those sounds he makes as he tries to keep his composure just makes him lunge forward to lap at the tip, greedy for him.

"Shiiiit." Benny moans from deep in his chest, shivering a little even from just a small taste. Frankie's tongue is talented no matter what form he's in and both you and Benny are wonderfully grateful for it. His hips stutter forward, searching for more and proving that all it takes to fully wake him up is morning sex.

Worries pushed aside for the moment, all Frankie can focus on is making sure Benny feels good. Twirling his tongue around the beautiful head, he sucks on him lightly, rewarded with another salty spurt of precum.

Everything else slides from Benny's mind as Frankie's mouth envelopes him, stealing all of his focus with those tantalizing hums and moans from the other man that make Benny groan even louder in response. The sturdy bed barely creeks beneath them, but once Frankie is on his hands and knees that will change dramatically.

Frankie’s hands hold Ben’s hips, urging him forward. He knows what he can take and wants Benny to press forward. To take what he wants just like the wolf will tonight. Dark eyes fluttering up at the piercing blue of his lover’s eyes, Frankie sends him a wink.

Frankie can be cheeky and even though Benny has always known that in a lowkey way, since the three of you got together he's realized that those little teases do more to drive him crazy than he ever thought. That little wink is enough to make him shuffle forward, inching closer to Frankie and forcing his lover to take his cock just that much deeper down his throat.

Frankie groans around him, eyes fluttering closed, and his jaw opens wider, loving the thick press of him. Blunt fingers dig into Benny’s hip, more for encouragement than to stay the roll forward. Enjoying the way he pulses in his throat.

Shallow thrusts work Benny's length deeper and deeper, both men dissolving into a symphony of primal noises that get louder and louder the longer they go on. Nothing could pull them from their trance now, and neither man notices your footsteps on their stairs or you standing in the doorway with a filthy smirk on your face. There are few things more pleasurable than watching the men you love indulging in each other, and you aren't about to interrupt them for the world.

Frankie can’t help himself. Not when Benny is so beautifully on top, his hands sliding from his hips as the two of them work in unison. One set of fingers wrapping around his throbbing cock and the others sliding between Benny’s cheeks, massaging the puckered flesh and pressing in slightly.

Benny keens, his hips jolting forward instantly as his cock throbs on Frankie's tongue only to pull back again to eagerly search out the pressure from his fingers. The dual sensations have him nearly spitting swears as his head falls back and his eyes shut in bliss.

Frankie squeezes his cock, roughly starting to stroke himself as he continues to work Benny over. Loving how eagerly Benny seeks out his pleasure. He had been hesitant at first, after that first night, needing reassurances that it was alright to want more or need something from Frankie. This is what he loves to see.

"Nuh-uh." From the doorway you tsk just loud enough for both men to hear, grinning when their heads whip in your direction. "When have one rule in this house, Francisco," you remind him, stepping toward the bed in the same fluid motion where you pull your nightgown over your head. "Nobody takes care of themselves unless they want to." Beside the bed you can see that both men's eyes have blown black with lust and it makes you shiver deliciously. Their eyes are wandering over your naked form with unabashed want and it is glorious. "Do you want to stroke your own cock while Benny fucks your throat, or do you want me to ride you, baby?"

Frankie groans and presses his head back, Benny taking his queue and rocking his hips back so he can speak. “Fuck, ride me baby.” Frankie begs, unable to think of anything better that having both of you on top of him.

That plea is music to your ears, and you quickly lean over to kiss your husband before giving the same sweet gesture to your lover and clamoring onto the bed behind Benny. The head of Frankie's cock is purple and leaking precum, and you lap up the tantalizing beads of sticky liquid before straddling his waist.

“Shit.” Frankie hisses before he takes Benny back into his mouth, completely blissed out by the fact that both of you are weighing him down.

"Already got both of us on him and we've barely been up half an hour." The hum in your voice is so pleased as you sink down on Frankie's long cock, and Benny twists in place to swallow your moans in a kiss.

"Half an hour is too long to wait," he contends, letting the fingers of one hand dance over your clit before turning back to watch his own cock disappear down Frankie's throat.

Frankie groans in agreement, sucking around Benny’s cock and reaching around him to grip your hip.

"Fuck, Frankie." Each time you bottom out you roll your hips, grinding figure eights in his lap and reveling in the way he twitches inside you. It won't take any of you long to cum like this, but you're not about to let Benny miss out on any ounce of pleasure that he was getting before you came upstairs, so you reach for the bottle of lube a few inches away on the mattress and slick two of your fingers in the cool substance to press between his cheeks. Your fingers are smaller than Frankie's, but that doesn't mean you can't give Benny an extra jolt as you start to slowly work him open.

“Ohhh fuuuuuuuck.” Benny’s head drops down to his chest and Frankie lunges forward to take him deeper. Trapping him between the two of you and loving the way that he moans.

“Our boy loves being wrecked.” You can’t help but coo, greedily pulling more moans out of Benny at the same time your tight, wet cunt makes Frankie growl from somewhere deep in his chest. Working together to make your lover cum is one of your favourite things in the world. “Gotta work you open and get a plug in that ass early today, don’t we, Benny? Gotta get you ready for tonight.”

Benny moans, nodding as he pushes back against your fingers. “Gotta— gotta get ready for that fucking fat cock.” He moans, looking down at Frankie and reaching down to caress his face.

“Yeah you do.” Once you have two fingers buried in Benny’s tight hole down to the knuckle, you work in the long, deep strokes you know he likes to pull him apart along with Frankie’s mouth. “You’re gonna let the wolf fuck you as hard as he wants, aren’t you, Ben?”

The whine he lets out is low and needy, submissive because he knows he will. He will do anything the wolf wants him to.

“I know you will, baby. I will too. Anything for our wolf.” Your practiced fingers know just the angle to press on his prostate and Benny bucks against you fiercely. “You gotta cum for us now, though, baby. Can you do that, Benny? Can you pour all that delicious cum down Frankie’s throat?”

He keens, rucking his hips forward so he can bury his cock in Frankie’s throat. He chokes for a fraction of a second before he catches himself by swallowing, wanting him to cum. Your cunt clenches around his dick and his hips buck up to drive deeper into you.

Benny is the first to fall over the edge. The stimulation takes him over entirely and he tenses through his whole body, spurting hot jets of sticky salty cum down Frankie's throat at the same time he draws your fingers tight against that pleasure spot deep inside him. You have to slow your needy bounce on Frankie's cock because of it, desperately gripping Benny's sweaty skin and drawing figures in your husband's lap while Benny rides out his orgasm.

Moaning, Frankie gulps down the spurts of cum as best he can, eyes on Benny as his lover’s face twists with pleasure and his hand grips the headboard for support. Some dribbles of his cum escapes from the corners of his mouth, making him smirk at how much he is cumming.

When he can breathe again, Benny carefully draws back from Frankie and lifts off of your fingers, moving to the side of the bed where he can see and kiss you both.

You’re greedy when Benny moves away from Frankie, lunging forward to lick at the remnants of his cum and slide your tongue into his mouth to taste him off Frankie’s tongue. Not that he minds at all. He wraps his arm around your back and kisses you back eagerly, reaching for Benny to drag him close.

With one hand anchoring you to him, Frankie takes control of the pace. He plants his feet on the mattress and thrusts up into you, not harshly but with strength and purpose, determined to give you that perfect feeling of fullness at a pace that will leave you breathless.

He groans, loving how you move with him, your hips rolling down to meet his thrusts. He turns and looks at Benny. "Love, suck on her nipples." He orders the younger Miller brother. "Drive her crazy while I fill her up."

Benny doesn’t hesitate, already in a mind to take orders from Frankie early in the day. He cups both of your tits in his large hands and lowers his mouth to them greedily, flicking his tongue over both buds before latching on to one and nipping at the sensitive flesh with so much fervor anyone else would think he was starved for physical affection.

He loves watching Ben with you, how eager and happy that he gets to touch you. The reverence in his touch and the way that he gets to be involved with the two people he loves, no having to choose. “Feel good baby?” He coos to you. “Benny’s mouth is so good, isn’t it?”

“So fucking good.” You can barely keep your eyes open, the twisting and tightening in your core heralding an intense orgasm that you barely have time to warn them both in time for.

Frankie hisses, feeling how you grip him like a vice while you try to bounce on his cock. “Good girl, good fucking girl.” He can’t vocalize beyond growls when he’s the wolf, so he makes sure he heaps praise on you and Benny while he can. “Oh fuck, soak me baby.”

Honestly, you’d do anything he asks as long as he uses that voice of absolute authority laced with unyielding adoration, but right now you can’t do anything but cum anyway. It’s like a flood, coating his cock and pushing out of your tight hole with every grind of his hips – only intensifying when he cries out a moment later and follows you into bliss.

He loves the way you collapse on top of him, chuckling slightly when Benny immediately curls up with you and kisses you tenderly. “Thought – thought you were gonna fuck me?” Frankie huffs teasingly.

“I was,” Benny pouts, nuzzling into you like you’ll defend him. “But then our girl needed fucking, too.”

“Very true.” His hand slides down your back lovingly and he pats your ass. “So there’s no convincing the two of you to stay upstairs tonight?” He asks quietly after a few moments of blissfully panted silence.

“Frankie,” you shake your head and stretch to kiss him softly. “Everything’s going to be fine. We’ve been doing this for years, love. It’s always okay.” Whatever has made him worry this time, he’s nearly verging on paranoid this month.

He can’t articulate why this month is so worrisome, but it is. And because he can’t exactly pinpoint a cause, neither you or Benny would believe him. Huffing, he looks back and forth between the two of you. “Use the chains tonight.” He begs softly. “At least that.”

“If there’s an issue, we’ll use them.” That much you can promise him. “But baby, we haven’t needed them in ages. Everything’s going to be fine just like always.”

He closes his eyes, grounding himself in the touch of the two of you. “I love you both so much.”

“We love you too, baby.” Benny hums, pressing kisses to Frankie’s shoulder and then his cheek and lips. “We won’t let anything happen to you.”

That’s not what he’s worried about, but he doesn’t argue. There’s something about tonight’s moon that has him restless, uneasy. Instead of voicing it again, he smiles at you and Benny. “Why don’t we have breakfast and get the day started?” He asks softly. “It’s going to be a long day.”

“There’s ham heating in the oven and I put the waffle mix in the fridge.” You shrug a little when Benny smirks. “When you didn’t come down right away I figured you might be up here a while…and then I got curious.”

“You are always curious.” Frankie can’t help but smirk, sending Benny a wink. “She’s kind of a voyeur, isn’t she?”

“Little bit.” Benny agrees, playfully biting your shoulder before he starts picking up discarded pieces of clothing and distributing them to their owners. “I think we’re just too sexy for her to resist.”

Chuckling, he watches you pout slightly as you lift yourself off his cock. “Bet she wants to be sandwiched between us tonight.”

“That should not surprise either of you.” Quite frankly, it’s your favourite place to be. Caught between them and held fast, only able to hold on tight while they give just as much pleasure as they take. It’s heaven. Your own personal bliss.

Benny smirks at winks at you. “You want to be stuffed full tonight?” He teases. “Werewolf and human cock inside you?”

“Fuck yes.” Full moon days really are just all sex and eating - gluttony and lust in the very best possible ways as you and Benny make sure Frankie always feels safe and loved no matter what form he’s in. “I’m thoroughly looking forward to being sore tomorrow.”

“Then I will have to make sure the two of you don’t lift a finger.” Frankie hums, sitting up and watching the two of you get dressed.

“You never let us.” Rolling your eyes at Frankie as though it were some kind of dramatic point of contention, you just end up grinning. “Remember the second moon after Benny moved in and he tried to go get the newspaper? You wouldn’t even let him off the couch.”

“He had taken a hell of a fucking the night before.” Frankie huffs, rolling his eyes. “The wolf took him twice.”

“Oh yeah.” Benny chuckles, bordering on a naughty giggle. “Fuck, that was a good night.”

There’s of course a sense of pride that makes Frankie puff up slightly. Giving him the edge to crawl out of the bed and get dressed. “Every moon is good with you two.” He murmurs as he starts to pull on his boxers.

“Exactly.” Pulling your t-shirt over your head, you offer the most reassuring smile to Frankie you can summon, willing him to relax with all your might. “That’s why I’m not worried.”

He bites he lip but he doesn’t argue, his stomach jittery and he doesn’t know what he would do if something happened to either of you. The last year has been the best of his entire life and he doesn’t want to ruin it with the gloomy shadow of his self-doubt. “You’re right.” He huffs, shaking his head. “Let’s go eat.”

******

It really is a nice day. They celebrate Benny’s anniversary with a leisurely late lunch and stop at the butcher’s on the way home to pick up supplies for the night. At this point the local specialty butcher just thinks the Morales-Miller household is extremely into grilling and smoking, and he passes along a dry rub recipe this month that you pretend to be extremely excited about. The wolf doesn’t go for seasonings or any kind of cooking whatsoever, but this very kind and very normal man never needs to know that.

Frankie wrinkles his nose when the three of you get into the truck. “It’s spicy.” He huffs, smirking slightly. “It might be good for some other time.”

“The last thing we need is all the pepper in that making the wolf get snot all over us,” Benny jokes, tucking the little canister of spices into the pocket of his jacket for safety.

Frankie barks out a laugh and shakes his head while he turns the engine over. “No we can’t have that. But you like it when the wolf licks you.”

“Yeah, obviously.” Benny laughs along with him. “But having a two-foot-long tongue lick my dick and getting wolf snot on me are two very different things.”

“You have a point.” Frankie’s hand reaches back into the backseat and he squeezes your knee. Even though it’s a quad cab, you insist that Benny would be scrunched in the backseat.

Giving Frankie’s hand a gentle squeeze before he takes it back to put the truck in gear and head home, you lean forward in your seat and rub Benny’s shoulders a little. “Everything’s all set for tonight, now. We’re just waiting on sunset.”

“Sorry.” Frankie grimaces. “Having to plan every full moon around my furry problem. Instead of going out and just having fun.”

“Hey, you guys drop everything once a month to take care of me when the bloody flood takes over,” you remind him, also reaching over to rub Frankie’s shoulder. “I don’t really see how this is different. We even both crave red meat.”

Benny snickers and nods. “I think he craves a little more than just one steak though babe.” He teases, reaching over hold onto Frankie’s thigh.

“Well yeah.” You shrug and sit back again. “But my point stands.”

“Yeah. I know.” Frankie appreciates the support, it’s one of the reasons why he’s so insistent on taking care of you after the full moon. God only knows what would happen if he didn’t have you and now Benny there to distract him. “It’s a good damn thing you didn’t shoot me the first time you saw me, Ben.” He chuckles, recalling the other man’s shock.

“I think my reaction was fairly calm, all things considered.” He squeezes Frankie’s thigh in apology all the same, trying to make it seem much more lighthearted than the whole thing had been. “How could I have known it was you? All I knew was that the woman I love was in danger.”

“I love that you would protect her.” Frankie can’t help but pick up Benny’s hand and kiss it.

“I’d do anything for you guys,” Benny murmurs, kissing Frankie’s hand gently, the same way Frankie had his. “I love you both so much.”

“We love you too.” Frankie assures him, smiling softly. “So goddamn lucky that you love us, Ben.”

The next few hours are relatively calm. Getting things ready for Frankie’s transformation is like a dance between the three of you now, and with Benny’s help you’re sitting in the basement in a cuddle pile well before the first strains of muscle pain and bone growth ever hit Frankie’s body.

Frankie holds you in an iron grip, the urge to rush outside, away from you, nearly overwhelming. He can’t though. He doesn’t want to hurt someone and it could happen out there. Here was safer, you both know how to manage him. “I love you.” He whispers desperately.

“I love you too, baby.” You give him a kiss before you have to let him go, letting him linger there as long as he needs to for comfort before the wolf begins to take over. Frankie has one hand on you and one hand on Benny - the same words and gestures for both of you as he takes this second to ground himself in being safe and unconditionally loved. It’s always like this, every month is the same, but you can tell he hasn’t let go of his anxiety when he keeps dragging you and Benny back for more short kisses, filling the time that he is still completely himself with nothing but affection.

Frankie hisses, the familiar burn of pain searing through his gut. His hands pull away from you as if burned, not wanting to claw at either of you while he’s changing. “Get— get back.”

“We’re okay, baby.” Benny soothes, just as much for you as for Frankie. His arms circle you protectively and he holds you to his chest. Not because Frankie has ever lashed out but because it makes him feel safer to know you’re protected in case something ever did go wrong. From opposite ends of the basement you watch each other - you and Benny ready to jump forward at the first sign that Frankie is in more or different pain than usual, and Frankie ready to flee at the first sign of trouble.

The sickening crunch of bones comes first. Making him grit his teeth and hiss in agony. Fists clench and then his hands shooting open as the fingers are the first to start transforming.

It doesn’t get easier no matter how many times he has to go through it - to feel it happening or to watch. It’s straight out of a horror movie, and to know that it’s Frankie suffering makes it that much worse. But at the end of everything he’s still your Francisco - husband and lover and amazing life partner - so you and Benny stand by to support him. You find things to celebrate about this transformation that would otherwise be horrific without any silver lining. The part that’s hardest though, is this face. Watching Frankie’s handsome, soft face take on hard angles and elongate until the only part of him that you can easily recognize as Frankie is his eyes.

The way his spine elongates is probably the most painful part. When he’s human, he’s about four inches shorter than Ben. During the full moon? He’s easily a foot to a foot and a half taller than his lover. It wasn’t as if they had taken out a measuring tape to see.

“Hey….” A soothing voice helps him most right after the change, and you step forward to offer him a soft smile. No matter what, that’s still your Frankie in there. You and Benny would never let him feel like anything but himself if you can help it. “You okay, baby?”

A growl rumbles out of his chest, eyes turning towards the two of you and he sniffs the air. His towering height diminishes as he drops down to all fours and prowls towards the two of you.

"Hey, there's our man." Benny smiles, reaching out to let Frankie sniff him and decide how fast he wants the night to progress.

Frankie snorts, huffs at him and there is the tiniest lick of his tongue against Benny’s palm.

"You can do better than that, big boy." When Benny laughs it's more than a chuckle - it's deep in his belly as he sees the amusement register in Frankie's eyes. "Take your time, Frank. You know that. We have all night."

Now that he’s changed, instinct takes over. His head butts against the hand again before he turns to you. Piercing eyes watching you before he shoves his nose into your crotch.

"You wanna fuck before you eat tonight, Frankie?" It's your turn to laugh, shaking your head a little as you pull your dress over your head. He determines how these nights start, and tonight you're starting with nudity right off the bat.

Frankie growls again, pressing his nose against your panties and then dragging his cold nose up over the skin of your stomach. Stopping for a moment before coming up and flicking his tongue against your nipple.

It makes you whine the first time - it always does - because even though you know that the wolf's tongue is a different texture than you're used to, it still always takes you just a little bit off guard the first time every month. "I'm all yours, baby," you remind him, running a gentle hand through the fur on his cheek before looking up at Benny. "Both of you."

Satisfied with that, Frankie turns as he catches the scent of the meat. The growling of his stomach audible as he moves towards the table.

You grin when Frankie is distracted by the meat from the butcher, stepping out of your panties and snuggling into Benny’s arms as your wolfish husband starts to eat. “Food and sex,” you joke to Ben. “All species are the same.”

“I’m sure we would be hungry too after that kind of work out.” Benny jokes. “Growing nearly two feet is hard work!”

"I'm not begrudging him." In Benny's arms, you let Frankie take things in whatever order and whatever time he needs. Though usually eating an entire SUV's worth of meat only takes him a few minutes anyway. "Lord knows I'm the same way around my period."

“Our grocery bill is insane.” He snickers as he watches Frankie stare to tear into the meat.

"We can afford it." The three of you might not be living in the lap of luxury, but you're more than able to feed and shelter yourselves and provide occasional treats for each other - Frankie's monthly meat bill might be expensive but it's a small price to pay for knowing that he's safe and cared for in wolf form. If he had to hunt? Who knows what terrible thing might have happened to him by now.

Benny hums his agreement, wrapping his arms around you and he can’t help but cup a breast. “We could always distract ourselves.” He murmurs into your ear. “Until he’s ready to play.”

"Food and sex," you laugh softly, but you're already wrapping your arms around Benny's neck to keep him close. "You wanna play a little, Ben? Get ourselves all riled up until Frankie can smell the arousal on us?"

“You read my mind.” He smirks and tweaks your nipple gently. “I could always bend you over and eat you out.” His lips press against your pulse. “Make sure you’re nice and wet for that big cock.”

"Mmm..." Just the little pinch is enough to wake your body up, flesh starting to pebble in the chilly basement with just the barest contrast of Benny's habitual warmth. "You could definitely do that."

He smirks and kisses right behind your ear. “Go bend over right in front of our wolf, baby. He should have dinner and a show.”

There’s only so many pieces of furniture in the basement considering you really do need the open space for Frankie’s lumbering bulk, but the boys’ suggestion of installing both a sturdy swing and a sort of balance beam in the back third of the room by the large table have saved a lot of knees over the last few months. Right now it means that you don’t have to get on your hands and knees on the cement floor, it means you can bend over the balance bar and let Frankie watch with hungry eyes as Benny lowers himself to your cunt.

There’s nothing prime about the way Benny eats you out. He’s voracious with his. Hands gripping your ass cheeks and pulling them apart so he can bury his tongue in your walls and push his nose up against the toy in the pulsing little hole of your ass.

Frankie, however, slows in his voracious eating, watching the way you shudder and quake for Benny with undisguised hunger of his own. There’s no reason for him to get between the two of you until he’s finished his own meal, but he growls in approval when you moan Ben’s name in the vast, echoing room.

Benny huffs, chuckling into you while his tongue plunges deep. His eyes cut over to where Frankie is watching and he sends the wolf a tiny wink, egging him on before he lets go of your ass with one hand so he can palm his cock through his basketball shorts.

The boys like to play games with each other, you had found out quickly. Especially when the wolf takes over and Benny knows he can play with Frankie’s baser instincts without any of the negativity of actually having someone else touch you. It’s simply that the wolf wants what he wants when he wants it, and you and Benny love it when the wolf wants you.

Growling, Frankie’s head lifts up, licking his chops and the meat isn’t even completely gone yet. Eyes narrowing as Benny continues to rub his cock and moan into your folds while he licks you.

“You like what you see, Frankie?” The wolf never leaves his meal unfinished unless he is intent on having one or both of you right away, and right now it’s looking that way. Like Benny’s teasing is completely paying off in the best way.

The sound he makes rumbles through his chest, the clicking of the claws hitting the concrete echoes as he moves from around the table.

Benny doubles down, pulling his cock out of his shorts to squeeze the base in full view of the wolf while he sucks your clit harshly into his mouth to make you scream as he pushes you toward the first orgasm of the night. Both of you having been wearing plugs all day to prepare for whatever kind of play you want and it’s going to be a very happy anniversary for Benny. You’ll make sure of it.

Frankie drops down to his front forearms, growls as he sniffs along his lover’s neck, his tongue coming out to rasp against his pulse. Tasting the sweat, the day from his skin. He tastes bits of himself, from earlier in his human for and you. He growls again, licking harder as he replaces it with his own.

Benny shivers a little at first, always a little extra excited to have the wolf’s attention because of the extremely positive associations he has from that first night a year ago. It’s a little indulgent, a little hedonistic, and completely wrapped up in love. “You want me to smell like you, huh baby?” He grins, knowing exactly what Frankie is doing.

Making a rumbling sound of agreement, his tongue rubs over his skin again and again. The tiny barbs on his tongue dragging over the sensitive flesh.

Benny has joked on multiple occasions that you can never get a dog because he’ll get a hard on anytime the pup licks him, and right now is complete proof. He had already been hard from eating you out but now he’s bordering on becoming his own marble statue - tense and aching everywhere except for the weeping head of his cock.

There is a definite edge to the way that Frankie pushes Benny, moving him away and isolating him, his broad back turns to you as he crowds over the younger man.

It’s impossible to look over Frankie’s shoulder in this form, but Benny peaks around his arm to make sure you’re okay with this development only to find you perched on a cushion watching intently, and he grins at your voyeuristic tendencies before giving the wolf his full attention. He steps out of his shorts so Frankie doesn’t have to tear them, kicking the fabric away to leave himself bear and vulnerable, knowing that no one in this room has anything but pleasure on their minds.

As the wolf, Frankie has to be conscious of his claws, aware that they are razor sharp and could easily shred through flesh and sinew. His paw hits Benny’s shoulder and hand presses down.

He can take a hint, and Benny smirks as he sinks to his knees in front of Frankie and settles himself on one of the many soft matts they now keep strewn around the basement for times like these. There's no disguising how eager both men are at this moment, not that Benny would ever hide from Frankie how much he wants him - not anymore.

It’s fitting that Benny is in his knees in front of Frankie tonight. Especially since he had been there the very first night. The large cock twitches and he shuffles forward, eager to feel the pleasure of Ben’s mouth.

Benny groans when Frankie tilts his hips forward again, hands holding onto the strong frame looming over him as he licks and mouths at the enormous length in front of him. Frankie’s indignant snuffles make him grin, and Benny kitten licks the tip of his lover’s cock again before diving forward to take as much of it into his mouth as he possibly can at once. He’s learned a hell of a lot about how to give Frankie the perfect kind of pleasure he craves, and he puts it to use as often as possible - and the full moon usually means using every trick in the book.

The howl he lets out is soft, not nearly as loud as it would be if he had just changed. His claws dig into the beam above his eyes, his elongated snout tilted down to watch the very human lips wrap around his cock.

Swallowing around the thick head of Frankie's transformed hard on is one of Benny's favourite ways to pull reactions from the wolf, the extra tightness and heat always making Frankie react so gorgeously every time. Benny's become an expert in this - in giving pleasure the way he never had before - but on nights like tonight he's more eager than he is calculated. He gets messy quickly, not caring about the pornographic visuals but only about making Frankie feel as good as he possibly can.

The rough snap of the wolf’s hips is greedy, animalistic. Baser in need and pleasure that the human lover he deals with. Frankie chases the warmth found at the back of Ben’s throat. The moans that vibrate up his shaft. Sharp eyes watch the way the other man’s cock leaks and bobs eagerly. There’s only been a few times where the wolf has submitted to the human, but tonight is about his control.

It's demanding, and Benny recognizes this tempo from a few times before - the dominant pace of the wolf showing him who he belongs to and who will protect him, taking pleasure before he gives it. Benny would never have considered himself submissive in any way before being in a position like this, but these days he will readily admit that it has its moments of being incredibly worthwhile. He loves the give and take of it, knowing that after the wolf has taken everything he wants Benny will be rewarded with just as much in return.

There is something about the wetness of his mouth that the wolf craves. As much as he loves your mouth, Benny is obsessed with taking all of him. A feat that hadn’t been accomplished but he tries. Frankie growls and one hand comes down to cup the back of Benny’s head as he thrusts his cock down the younger man’s throat.

If it is a teasing payback for the morning, Benny will gladly take it. Frankie fucks his mouth and throat like he owns them, and in this moment he absolutely does. His whole world has narrowed down to just the way Frankie’s cock feels throbbing in this mouth, and his own dribbles another spurt of precum onto the concrete floor as he tries one more time to take every inch of the wolf. He doesn’t even register the soft sounds of your muffled moans as you touch yourself while watching them.

Looking over his shoulder, Frankie growls, smelling your arousal. Seeing the wetness on your fingers as you sink them into your cunt. The wolf is very aware that he cannot push his own claws into your cunt. It’s one of the things the beast laments.

“I’m just enjoying the view,” you grin at Frankie, letting the timber of his growl roll through you. That sound combined with the way you curl your own fingers inside you is delicious.

He huffs, shaking his head before he turns his attention back to Benny, focusing on him.

"Been wanting to do this since this morning, haven't you?" Benny grins up at him, both hands working up and down the wolf's hard length in long strokes. "Pumping cum down my throat just like I did to you in bed."

Grunting, he thrusts his cock into Benny’s grip, throbbing insistently and close to cumming for the first of many times tonight. Lips curl back and he shows his teeth, hisses loudly.

"That's a yes." The younger man's grin becomes a cocky smirk. "Cum for me, Frankie." Benny hums, leaning forward on his knees to swallow his cock all over again.

The sound is guttural, harsh. Perfect to accompany the rough thrust where the wolf buries his cock in the willing throat of his lover. Not caring about the teeth scraping, just the warm suction as he starts to cum.

Benny groans, shuddering with his own kind of pleasure as he swallows every drop he's able to before the sheer amount of sticky fluid pouring down his throat begins to overwhelm him and dribble out the sides of his mouth. His eyes are watering and he's nearly drooling, so overcome with his own need to cum that his own cock twitches desperately in the cool air as Frankie's torrential orgasm begins to subside.

In wolf form, Frankie is never satisfied, not until he’s cum at least three or four times. His appetite for sex as ravenous as for food. So when the last rope of cum is deposited into Benny’s mouth, he’s already pulling his cock out so he can turn the other man over and fuck him, dropping down to all fours right before he buries his tongue in his ass to get him ready.

Deftly extracting the plug that Benny had been wearing all day - the one that matches yours, as a fun little nod to how the boys planned on sharing you tonight - Frankie growls in approval as Benny cries out beneath him. He is aching to cum, practically breathless with need, and he knows that he'll come apart completely untouched once that cock is buried inside him again.

Only when Benny’s tight little hole is pulsing does Frankie stop. Pulling his tongue away before you move into view with the lube. Only the small portion of him that remains Frankie keeps him from just plowing into the waiting little hole without lube.

"You in the mood to sit your gorgeous ass in that swing and watch?" Benny asks, pulling you down to kiss him just before he feels the drip of moisture on his overheated skin that tells him you're multitasking - lubing him up at the same time you indulge in a kiss. "Or do you want to join us?" Looking up at Frankie, you raise an eyebrow in question and smirk. "I don't think he's in the mood to share after all," you hum. "But maybe if you ask very nicely, he'll let you slip inside my aching pussy while he fucks you. I can see how badly you need to cum."

Frankie huffs, snorting as he grips Benny’s shoulder and yanks him back up against his chest. The tip of his cock grinding against his ass and another little growl rumbles in his chest impatiently as he tries to line up while keeping Benny anchored to him.

"Let me help, baby," you practically tsk Frankie in his impatience, reaching between the two men to wrap your hand as far around the wolf's cock as you can and guide him to the tight heat of Benny's waiting hole.

Frankie grunts, turning and licking your neck, even as his hips lurch forward before you’ve properly lined him up.

"You're welcome." It's said with a grin, and nearly drowned out by Benny's deep moan. If he wasn't being held up by the wolf's large, carefully placed paws, he would have immediately fallen forward with the force of the thrust.

The louder canine whine of satisfaction is your answer, moving his hips forward until every inch of his large cock is buried in the tight hole of the man in his grasp, turning his head and pressing his snout to Benny’s pulse before he starts to move.

Benny reaches for you, pulling you into his arms to feel that connection roll through three bodies instead of two. The taste of Frankie's cum is musky on his tongue when it plunges into your mouth, and you ring your arms around his neck to hold on tight. It would be an uncomfortable angle to try to fuck you in, but his wandering hands find your dripping cunt and his mouth makes its way down your throat and chest to latch on to your tits hungrily. His moans and grunts absorb into your skin and vibrate through you as his long fingers curl inside you, and you wrap your hand around his aching, purple cock in turn. He'll be lucky to last a whole two minutes with you stroking his length and Frankie fucking his ass so mercilessly, and you can't wait to hear him scream.

Frankie's hold on Benny tightens, pulling him back, almost completely out of your grip. He's possessive, curling around him and grunting with the bruising force of the pace that he's set. Both arms are around him, one across his chest, pinning him to him and the other is lower, sliding down his stomach and knocking your hand away from the man's aching cock.

The whine it earns from both you and Benny is honestly borderline pathetic, neediness wound up in both of you in tight knots, but you step back. Frankie gets what he wants when he’s in wolf form for very obvious reasons, and tonight it seems he wants Benny to himself. While it’s unusual for Frankie as the wolf to not want all the physical pleasure he can get at any given time, it isn’t unheard of, so you end up back in the swing to watch and eagerly await your turn while Benny is on the verge of exploding the second one large paw flattens itself against his belly.

Hot breath washes over Benny's skin. Followed by the wet tongue that is determined to taste every inch of him. Rasping over his skin again and again while his cock drills deep into his ass, growling happily at the sounds he is making while he fucks him. For some reason, he doesn't want to have you touch Benny, have him touch you. He wants to keep it separate.

“Greedy,” Benny huffs, voice laced with amusement and heavy with pleasure, breaths forced out of him at a punishing pace as Frankie rockets them both toward cumming.

There’s no denying that. Growling in his ear, Frankie bends his legs, changing the angle so he is rocking up into Benny and striking against his prostate.

“Fuck, fuck— fucking hell—” Any clever second comment is completely stolen from the tip of Ben’s tongue, feeling that perfect pressure and sinful angle in every one of Frankie’s quick thrusts. He practically goes cross eyed, gasp caught in this throat as spurts of hot, sticky spend erupt from his own cock and splatter onto the cement. The orgasm takes him over entirely, and in that moment Ben Miller probably couldn’t have even recalled his own name - though he sure as fuck knows Frankie’s.

The tight vice around his cock is sublime, making Frankie throw his head back and howl. Hips stuttering for another frantic thrust before he’s cumming. The hot rush of his seed filling Benny and pushing out of him with every jerk of his hips.

“Fucking shit…” Benny gasps, clinging to Frankie’s enormous frame so he doesn’t end up crashing onto the hard floor. “Happy anniversary to me, I guess,” he jokes, flashing you a grin.

There’s a moment where Frankie is softer. His snout turning into Benny’s neck and nuzzling him, holding him as he comes down from his high. Just pulsing inside the other man, still hard but not needy like before. A moment to breathe.

“He wanted his man tonight,” you hum, not minding in the least.

The grumble is huffy, slightly put out when he starts to relax his hold on Benny, his cock pulling out of him with a thick plop of cum hitting the ground. Now he has to wait to touch you, the inevitable clean up required annoying but he tolerates it.

“Don’t be impatient.” You chide him, grinning and shaking your head a little as you grab a few things off the little bookshelf in the basement - the location of all your cleaning supplies. Benny is still catching his breath and despite the aching in your neglected pussy you’re definitely the most functional of the three of you right now.

If a wolf could roll his eyes, Frankie is there. The animal instinct doesn’t understand the need to clean up between Benny and you, but he doesn’t push back against the order. Instead he turns his head to look at his cum dripping out of Benny.

It only takes a minute, and you press kisses to Benny’s shoulder and cheek before lighting one on his lips. “You want to lay down, love?”

“Mm.” Benny nods, chuckling a little to himself. Frankie has left him feeling wrecked and he needs a little time to recover.

The werewolf is a cocky lover, his chest puffing up with pride and he huffs happily when Benny sinks down onto the cushions that have been piled up in a corner.

“You gonna do the same to me?” It’s all teasing, but you know from experience that Frankie can break you down and put you back together again physically when he’s a wolf and it’s very different than the way he does it emotionally when he’s human.

There’s a deep growl, a heavy twitch to his cock as your washcloth holding hand swipes soapy water over it. Making him ruck his hips forward. “Yeah?” His reaction elicits a filthy grin from you and the second you’re done cleaning up you toss the cloth slide. “Well what are you waiting for, big boy?”

Frankie pounces, making sure that he’s not too rough when he knocks you to the floor. Your head hitting Benny’s thigh and your body cushioned by the padding the two of you had insisted on. All machine washable for when cum smeared on it. Hovering over you, Frankie drags his tongue down your body, licking every inch and paying special attention to your breasts before his head dives between your thighs.

He’s so eager tonight that you would probably giggle if you weren’t already moaning, head tossed back against Benny’s leg and your own legs spread wide to give Frankie every inch of room you can manage.

His tongue is seeking, your tang on his tastebuds making him want more. Curling it deep inside you as if he were using it like a cock.

It’s the kind of attention that makes your toes curl and your back arch right away - there is no slow build or easing you into anything tonight. Your feet are braced on Frankie’s broader-than-usual shoulders and he is diving into you with reckless abandon, like the Big Bad Wolf trying a very different method of eating up Red Riding Hood.

He growls, burrowing his head deeper, tongue piercing as deep as he can manage while keeping his teeth away from your skin. Wanting to be as deep as possible, needing to be. His claws curl around your hip, one over your breast, claiming you as his own.

Neither of the men in your life have ever discouraged you from being vocal during sex, both fully admitting that it spurs them on, and Frankie seems to be driving an extra pleasure from it tonight. Every moan that he tears from your throat is met with vigorous enthusiasm as the crescendo builds in your belly, and you swear the tip of that extra-long tongue is somehow stroking your g-spot so perfectly that your vision is blurry.

He’s addicted to your taste, wants to live the entire full moon with his tongue buried in your cunt. Ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you. Except the fact that his cock is leaking, desperate to plunge into your body and pump you full of his seed. Frankie grumbles into you, pushing his tongue harder as he wants you to cum.

Frankie is normally the undisputed king of pussy eating. It's a known fact to such a degree that he has a wire crown that the guys made him years before you even met him. But like this? The wolf doesn't care about technique or edging or any of the little things that Frankie does to build you up and topple you over the edge of that intense orgasm. When the wolf is in charge, it's usually about the absolute overwhelming feeling of being on a runaway train of pleasure as he pushes and pushes and pushes you toward the edge. An edge that is approaching so rapidly that your legs are shaking and starting to squeeze shut on the long snout between them.

Growling, Frankie works his shoulders between your legs, wanting you open for him. The orgasms are so much more intense when you cannot bear down. Greedily lapping at your cunt, he watches as you fall apart.

His name on your lips isn’t plaintive, isn’t prayerful. It’s an explosion as you fall apart for him - shaking legs and arched back meeting the intensity of your cries in a shattering orgasm.

The way you cum is like a geyser and Frankie groans happily, his tongue continuing to swipe at you to capture every drop of your release like it the nectar of the gods. Not stopping until you are whimpering under his attention.

“Baby,” it’s a few passes too many after you finish cumming, and you gently nudge the tip of his nose away from your body and laugh. “Gimme a second,” you insist. Overstimulation isn’t something you enjoy, and your clit is aching right now. But it will only take a second to move past. “You’re too good. Man or wolf. Doesn’t matter.”

It’s hard to imagine a wolf grinning, but that is exactly what Frankie does when his head comes up from your clit.

“So pleased with himself,” Benny chuckles, running his hands up and down your arms as your breathing returns to normal.

He is pleased with himself, but he’s also impatient. Waiting only another minute before he pulls you up into his arms to get ready to impale you on his hard cock.

You weigh nothing to him when he’s like this - as easy to pick up and toss around as an apple - and far more fun to play with. From the little shriek that accompanied the leap in your heartbeat when he picks you up to the way your legs fall open without hesitation only to wrap around his waist and hang on for the ride, he loves every second of it.

You're used to taking him like this. Having no issue burying himself to the very root in one swift thrust, growling loudly even as you shriek out in pleasure.

There’s never any danger, he’s not going to overexert himself and you’re not going to accidentally slip too far down in his arms. All of your focus can rest securely on the feeling of his thick cock dragging in and out of your throbbing pussy with every demanding thrust and you revel in it.

He’s huffing, his head pushing against your neck and chest, scenting you in him. Wanting you covered in him.

His pace never falters, always relentless and always needy, eager to hear the sounds you'll make and feel the way you'll squeeze him as he works himself in and out of you at a rhythm that even the best porn stars would envy.

Benny groans, watching his lovers together is something that he always loves, no matter what form Frankie is in. It's beautiful and animalistic and there is always the joke about how feral Frankie is during the full moon. His spent cock twitching as he reaches down and palms himself, quickly starting to harden while watching his own personal porno play out in front of him.

You let your head fall back, moans and whimpers pouring out to the ceiling as Frankie nuzzles into your chest and licks your tits, flicking your nipples and keeping you moving on his cock. Since he's made you cum once it would usually take longer for it to build a second time, but you swear nothing in the world works faster than the feral force of the wolf taking what he wants.

Frankie's eyes move towards Benny, watching him as he watches you. Piercing gaze fixed on the younger man as he continues to fuck into you with wild abandon.

"Tease me about being a voyeur," you huff, following Frankie's eyes to your lover and grinning. "But you ca— can't fuck help jerking off watching us."

"It's fucking hot." Benny whines, pumping his cock slowly and groaning when he watches Frankie's cock spear up into your gapping cunt. "Fuck baby, you're so full of him. How'm I gonna fit?"

"Guess you're just gonna have to – fuck, Frankie, oh my god – try." You moan even louder when Frankie snaps his hips forward, growling a little at the comment.

The agreement firmly in Benny's mind, he pushes up off the cushions and starts to move towards the two of you, reaching for the bottle of lube. "God baby, you look fucking divine on his cock." He coos.

"Almost as good as you do." Leaning over, you brace yourself on Benny's shoulder and dive into kissing him, flush and overheated body craving as much attention as your lovers are willing to give you.

Frankie's grumble is put out, huffy because your attention is not focused on him. The snap of his hips pushes harder, bouncing you on his cock. Demanding your attention and pulling you away from Ben's lips.

"Not into sharing tonight, are you?" It earns Frankie a raised eyebrow from you, but you're not going to question him. Not when he can't properly answer you. The language barrier does present a few obstacles occasionally.

Frankie reaches out and pulls Benny towards the two of you. His paw wrapped around the other man's back as he plasters him to your back. Crushing you between the two of them. Benny takes the invitation happily, too eager to be inside you to worry about teasing you for now. It only takes him a second to grab the lube, making himself as ready for you as he can be. Then he eases the plug you've been wearing out of your ass while pressing earnest kisses to your shoulders, one arm wrapped around your waist to rest on your belly in between you and the wolf - holding you steady and steadying himself with you all in one motion. The way you keen for them - both of them - is music to their ears and you reach behind you with one hand to cling to both of them at once.

Frankie’s lips curl back, teeth exposed, and his hackles raise for a split second before he relaxes. His growl soft and his snout reaching over your shoulder to poke at Benny, sniffing him before his tongue laps at his skin before dragging over to the back of your neck.

It should have happened in slow motion. There should been a change in the wind, or a soundtrack cue. There should have been something. But as it happened, all three of you almost missed it. Reaching back to grasp for Benny's jaw to kiss him, you overreach and touch his shoulder. The dampness would have gone unnoticed and unthought of as sweat during sex, except that you catch a glimpse of red on your fingertips. Benny is bleeding. Benny is bleeding right where the wolf's teeth just were.

Mid thrust, Frankie's larger frame freezes, eyes locked onto your fingers. He smells the blood, tastes it. His head tilts back and he does the only think that he can do in this moment. His howl of anguish fills the basement.

******

It took forever for all of you to fall asleep last night. You had taken Benny upstairs to wash his shoulder and bandage it after Frankie refused to so much as touch either of you again, and the two of you had lain in bed in near silence with only the mournful howls coming from the basement as your soundtrack. When the adrenaline finally wore out and sleep took over it was fitful and you know instinctively, even before you open your eyes the next morning, that you've slept far too late.

Frankie is exhausted, turning back to his human form in the early morning light and collapsing into a heap to sob on the cold concrete floor for nearly an hour before he managed to drag himself up the stairs. He's leaving. His mind is made up and it's ripping his very heart from his chest.

"Frankie!" He looks like a complete wreck when he slumps into the bedroom, and even though Benny is still sound asleep you jump out of bed to throw your arms around your husband. "It was an accident, baby. An accident." You insist, and when he doesn't react to your arms around him right away you only squeeze harder. "We love you, Francisco. That has not changed. It never will."

Frankie swallows harshly, fresh tears in his eyes but he blinks them away as he very gently - oh so fucking gently - takes your arms and pulls you away from him. He's too dangerous for you to touch, not now, not after he's hurt one of the ones that he loves most. "You— you need to stay away from me." He rasps out, his voice hoarse from the howling of the night before.

"Not going to happen." Frankie might be stubborn, but in a lot of ways you are more so. You shake your head at him and reach to wipe away the water rising his eyes only for him to flinch away from your touch. So instead you very deliberately put both of your hands on his shoulders and hold his gaze. “We love you,” you repeat. It was never something in contention, not even for a second, when you and Benny actually talked last night. "And I'm not giving you a divorce so get that thought out of your head right this second."

Shaking his head, he huffs in frustration. "I bit Ben!" He hisses, angry at himself, angry at you for being so fucking accepting of all of this. It had led to this. He needed to be chained up like the fucking vicious monster that he is. "Love isn't going to fix that!"

"It was an accident." You're not blind to the seriousness of the situation, but you're also not going to let your family fall apart because of it. Not when you're the happiest you've ever been in your entire life and you know Frankie had been too, up until last night. "We don't even really know how the infection works. Ben might be immune or something! But if he's not, are you going to make him go through those changes every single month terrified and alone? Because I have never seen you as scared as you were during those first few months." It isn't meant to be a guilt trip, it's just reality. And your reality is a whole hell of a lot weirder than most other people's.

"You're pregnant." Frankie snaps harshly. You don't understand why he had bit Ben. He had been territorial. He was dangerous.

"What?" Your head jerks back but your hands don't leave him, practically clinging like it will keep him from walking away.

"The wolf knew it. You're pregnant. He got territorial." It's easier to refer to the monster that had potentially destroyed his lover's life as some entity that is separate from himself. It doesn't lessen his guilt though. "I smelled it the second I changed last night, and I bit Ben because he was fucking territorial."

"You accidentally grazed Benny after pulling him in so he could fuck me with you." Scrunching your eyes shut for even half a second does absolutely nothing to clear your mind. Pregnant. Pregnant? That complicates things, sure, but it's not like you can be upset about it. You have the two best men in the world in your life and one of them has swimmers tough enough to beat your birth control, apparently. "So we lay off the rampant werewolf sex for the next eight or nine months or however long. But...baby...parents? That's something to celebrate, isn't it?"

"Who knows what could be in your belly?" Frankie snarls, lashing out in his own anguish and fear. He has no clue what could happen. Does this curse travel through his seed? Could it spawn another wolf from your womb? Even worse, could the thing in your stomach kill you? Frankie's blood runs cold at the idea. "Maybe the wolf decides to kill you next time. No." He shakes his head. "I'm not letting that happen."

"Frankie." Moving from his arms to his face, you hold him steady when he tries to flinch again and force him to look you in the eye. "We have no idea what's going to happen next." That's not something you can deny. It's simple fact, as much as you hate it. "But whatever it is, the three of us are going to face it together. As a family. That's what we agreed on when we said our vows. For better or worse, in sickness and in health." You could kick your own ass for the water behind your eyes, knowing that he sees it and knowing that he blames himself for hurting you. But in reality? You know he's thinking about running and the idea of living a life without him is the scariest and most terrible thought in the whole world. "Maybe love won't fix anything, but it's sure as hell not something to let go of."

"I can't— If something happened to you – if I did something to you—" Frankie lets out a small sob, shaking his head and closing his eyes to keep from bawling again. "I couldn't— I couldn't live it with. I wouldn't live with it. And I— I just— Benny—"

"C'mere, baby." He lets you pull him in this time, thank god, and you hold Frankie against your frame as tightly as you can. Neither of you has looked over to the bed yet so neither of you sees that Benny has woken up at some point in your argument - because of course he has. It's not as though you were being quiet. You've been too frantic in trying to keep Frankie from leaving his goddamn family. "Whatever happens, it's going to happen with all three of us there. If something happens to me then you two are going to have a baby to take care of, and that's just the way it is." A baby. Holy shit... "It's okay to be scared. Or to be sorry. But we're never ever going to stop loving you."

It breaks him. Your words tear at the tiny sliver of composure he was holding onto, and his knees hit the ground, dragging you down with him as he clings to you. Wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into your shoulder as he sobs. Harsh, heavy, guttural sobs from the very depths of his soul.

"We're going to figure it out, baby." You can't promise that everything is going to be okay, since you have no idea what is going to happen at all, but you do know that you'll push yourself to the end of the earth to find a happy solution if you possibly can. Rocking Frankie against your chest, you finally look over at the bed when you feel the mattress move beside you, and only see Benny leaning in to wrap his arms around both of you a second before it happens.

"Yeah," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of Frankie's head before squeezing tight. "We are. We're going to figure it out." Despite being terrified, there is a sense in him now of knowing that it's okay to be scared. Probably because the word he woke up to was pregnant, and that was about the scariest and best thing in the world he could possibly think of.

Frankie jerks back, his eyes wide and full of self loathing as he searches Ben's face, and settles on the bandage on his lover's shoulder. "I—I'm so sorry Benjamin." He whimpers, shaking. his head. "I didn't—I can't— Jesus."

“Don’t start with that ‘Benjamin’ bullshit,” he huffs, wiping the tears from Frankie’s eyes with his thumb. “This isn’t some mission and we’re sure as hell not writing a report, so it’s Ben or Benny just like always, okay?” They both sniffle, and Benny presses his forehead to Frankie’s like a solid force. “A-are…are we really pregnant?” To him, it will be the glorious silver lining to anything else that comes next.

Frankie huffs, shaking his head at how Benny is focusing on the fact that he had told you that you’re pregnant, rather than the very real damage he might have done. “Yeah.” He admits after a second. “Her scent is changed.”

“Okay.” Benny blows out a breath, nodding slightly before he presses a kiss to Frankie’s forehead and then yours. “Then…then I think we need to do some traveling,” he tells you both quietly. “I thought about it all night until I just couldn’t think anymore, and we need to go back down to whatever godforsaken jungle we were in when you got bitten in the first place and find out whatever they know. If that baby is yours, it can’t be first time this has happened. And if it’s mine?” He shrugs and cracks a grin. “Then at least he’ll be tall.”

Frankie huffs and rolls his eyes. “I’m not short, you’re just a goddamn tree.”

“One that you both love to climb.” Benny winks, glad to see that Frankie has at least stopped crying for now.

“Ben…” He doesn’t know exactly what he wants to say, but he just stares at his lover with an expression of deep remorse.

“It was an accident.” Shifting to the edge of the bed, Benny slips off the mattress to join the two on you the rug. “It could have happened even if we did use chains faithfully. And it’s sure as fuck not going to make me stop loving you.”

“You might change your mind when you have your own time of the month.” Frankie grumbles.

“If that happens, we’ll cross that bridge then.” Benny promises. He leans in, placing a soft but earnest kiss on Frankie’s lips. “Until then you can dress my wound like a sexy nurse.”

The wounded look in Frankie’s eyes has everything to do with it being his fault that Benny is even wearing a bandage. This is so much more different than any other injury that he had witness on the younger Miller brother. “Let me see it.” He murmurs softly, reaching for the edges of the tape.

“It wasn’t too bad,” you assure him, glancing at Benny as Frankie reaches to pull back the blood-stained gauze you had taped to his shoulder after cleaning the gash. It wasn’t too deep, but it looked like it would definitely leave a scar. One you would have all have to agree on a cover story for. “Oh shit…” the words leave your mouth before you can stop them, but the wind is knocked out of both you and Frankie at the same time when he peels back the first aid tape. There is no scar. Not a single mark or even freckle. Not a single trace of the injury is left behind for the naked eye to see.

Frankie sighs, his heart plummeting to his feet. He knows what this means. “Well fuck…”

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pedroshotwifey · 2 months

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Frankie One Shots

Bad Idea Frankie “Catfish” Morales x f!reader - During a mission, you and Frankie find yourselves covered in some kind of pollen and realize it’s going to be impossible to resist each other. (3.3k)

Topped With a Bow Frankie Morales x afab!reader x Santiago Garcia - On your birthday, you expect for Santiago to have something waiting at home for you. What you don’t expect, however, is for that something to be Frankie Morales. (4.5k)

Hungry Like The… Werewolf!Frankie Morales x afab!reader - You and Frankie decide to attend an 80s themed Halloween party. Through all of the excitement, you must have forgotten what day the full moon falls on. (3.6k)

Thanksgiving With My Husband Husband!Frankie Morales x wife!reader - Frankie wakes up to find you preparing thanksgiving dinner. That fact doesn’t deter him from taking what he wants. (611)

Requested Frankie Fics

A Real Man Frankie Morales x plus size!fem!reader - Frankie has you sit on his face. (1.2k)

Good 'n' Deep Fat!Frankie Morales x f!reader - Fat Frankie can't be sated. (2.6k)

Needy Sub!Frankie Morales x dom!f!reader - Frankie gives you control for the night and you make sure he gets the most out of it. (1.6k)

Wifey's Christmas Countdown Frankie Fics

Cravings Frankie Morales x pregnant!reader - Frankie comforts you after you ignore his advice. (975)

The A-Team Frankie Morales x f!reader - Frankie distracts you from wrapping gifts--not that you're complaining (1.5k)

Lights Frankie Morales x f!reader - Proof that you and Frankie can be festive sometimes. (1k)

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grogusmum · 3 months

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Hazel's Thro-back Thursday (3/14/24)

I didn't get any recs, I dug into my recs of old and came up with some gems! After doing two Frankies I figured I would get the jump on Frankie Friday and dedicate this one to our favorite pilot!

I encourage you to make recs throughout the week, I usually post a reminder on Tuesdays. Rec your favs rec yourself REC REC REC

So I pulled this beauty by @chaoticgeminate - part of a bigger universe you should definitely check out if you are into this

Hunter's Gambit (werewolf! Frankie Morales x selkie!f!Reader) You heard that right WEREWOLF FRANKIE (the rest of the TF fella's are in his pack!) and YOU ARE A SELKIE!!! I really don't see how I need to say much more. But Kelly's world-building and story is a wonder!

This little gem by @kteague I just discovered!

Drunk Text (Frankie Morales x f!Reader) Sweet man just loves his wife!

Technically it is still winter where I am so how about @ezrasbirdie and @lowlights sweet PLUS SIZE READER fic

Let It Snow (Frankie Morales x plus size!f!Reader) ITS A CHRISTMAS TIME ROM COM and psst only one bed... WHAT?! Whatever shall we dooooo

and last but hardly least, for this week anyway, by @thatredheadwriter

Phthalo Blue (Frankie Morales x neurodivergent!Reader) There is one gendered Spanish word, other than that there is no indication of reader's gender. Frankie comes home with you overwhelmed and overstimulated and knows just how to help.

#hazel's thro-back thursday fic recs #Frankie fic recs #frankie morales

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ladyxskywalker · 2 years

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NOV 2022

fandoms featured on this list: star wars, rogue one, andor, moon knight, pedro pascal, triple frontier, multi. fandom

* coffee fund *

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙

please assume that all works & the blogs they belong to are 18+ only

mature adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **

be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading, feel free to skip if something isn't for you

& of course, enjoy responsibly

all the love xo A ☕

** I have been taking a little break from the blog, so the Nov & Dec reading list will be a little shorter than usual. There are some really great finds here that I think you will love ! Hope you will stick around xo **

hope you enjoy ! & happy reading ! 🤗

please send me things to read ! favorite fics or something you've written that you're proud of ! 💌

find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist, Dec 2022 coming soon ! ✨

please let me know if you would like to be removed

✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !

✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !

STAR WARS

✨ Anakin Skywalker

Making Out with Ani by @laserbrains (gn!reader) **

✨ Din Djarin

Din Djarin helping with your fear of animals by @archieimagines (cw: fear, anxiety, banthas)

Feel It by @ezrasbirdie (din x cobb) **

Grogu’s Teacher (series) by @firstofficerwiggles (f!reader)

Oceans in the Desert by @wyn-n-tonic (cw: grief, loss)

Ranting to Din while he repairs the Razor Crest by @archieimagines

Shatter Me (series) by @writeforfandoms (f!reader) (a season two divergent series)

Touching Din by @archieimagines (sfw touching, angst)

✨ Fennec Shand

Indigo by @artemiseamoon (modern, cinderella, fairytale au) (prince!fennec x ofc)

✨ Luke Skywalker

Shower/Bath Sex with Luke by @laserbrains (afab!reader) **

✨ Obi Wan Kenobi

Crystal Clear by @hellotherekenobi (gn!reader) (cw: battle, injuries, anxiety)

First Lady by @tropodyn (sith!obi wan) (f!reader) (link no longer available 😭)

Stardust (And Other Varieties) by @wickedscribbles (cis afab reader) (cw: implied age gap, force bone, library, mature adult content) **

Temptation’s Kiss by @hellotherekenobi

✨ Poe Dameron

Alright, That Happened by @dreamlandcreations (cw: hair pulling, kinktober) **

Survive Now, Then Flirt by @flightlessangelwings (cw: mild violence, angst) (gn!reader)

You Are In Love (series) by @alwritey-aphrodite (modern au) (f!reader)

ANDOR

✨ Cassian Andor

Hold Me Through the Storm by @archieimagines

✨ Kino Loy

Hoping Against Hope by @saradika (kino loy x wife!oc) **

✨ Ruescott Melshi

Before. When. After. by @littlemisspascal (a three part prison /narkina 5 au) (f!reader) **

MOON KNIGHT

✨ Marc Spector

Helping Marc Through a Panic Attack by @archieimagines (cw: grief, panic, anxiety, nightmares, DID, ptsd, angst)

Marc Winking At You In Public by @archieimagines

✨ Steven Grant

Asking Steven Out to Dinner by @archieimagines

Complaining to Steven About Work by @archieimagines

Dream A Little Dream of Me by @redahlia-writes (f!reader) (fake dating, christmas time)

I’m Right Next Door by @flightlessangelwings (gn!reader)

I’m Yours by @in-between-the-cafes (f!reader)

PEDRO PASCAL

✨ Ezra (Prospect)

Love you, endlessly by @artemiseamoon (ofc) (read in full on ao3)

✨ Frankie Morales

Seen by @clydesducktape (werewolf au) (f!reader)

✨ Misc. Pedro Characters

How Did You Love (series) by @writeforfandoms

TRIPLE FRONTIER

✨ Benny Miller

A Fall Getaway by @artemiseamoon (f!reader) (read in full on ao3)

MISC./MULTI FANDOM

✨ The Amazing Spider Man

Keeping Secrets by @luveline (cw: blood, injuries)

✨ Black Pather: Wakanda Forever

(** may contain spoilers **)

Namor the Sub-Mariner

My Queen, My Sun and My Sea by @mooncleaver (f!talokan!reader) (cw: death, colonizers)

✨️ The Originals / The Vampire Diaries

An Act That Brought You Joy (series) by Merontheshore on ao3 (elena gilbert x the originals) **

✨ Werewolf by Night

Jack Russell

Night Crawling (series) by @moonlight-prose (f!reader)

#star wars fanfiction #andor fanfiction #moon knight fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction #triple frontier fanfiction #tasm fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #the originals fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfiction #pxk monthly reading list 💌#pxk queue #fic recs 💫

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blackleatherjacketz · 10 months

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WIP Game

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

Thanks for the tag, @bullet-prooflove My muse has been waxing and waning, so I haven't been writing as much, but here's what I got.

Triple Frontier- Frankie Morales x Female Reader (NSFW)

Star Trek: Strange New Worlds- La’an Noonien Singh x James T. Kirk (Angst, Romance)

Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse- Miguel O’Hara x POC! Female Reader (Request) (NSFW)

Werewolf By Night- I’m also editing/rewriting Forbidden Fruit for a scarier, more detailed re-release in October.

Tagging: @jessicafangirl @likedovesinthewnd @jamesbuckybarnes1917 @wildglitterwolf

#Star Trek #triple frontier #Frankie morales #Miguel O’Hara #Pedro Pascal #Oscar Isaac #werewolf by night #david dastmalchian #gael garcia bernal #james t kirk #la'an noonien singh #christina chong #paul wesley #stsnw

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chaoticgeminate · 2 years

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Truths and Divides

Part of the Iridescence Fictional Universe |Hunter’s Gambit Series Part Four

Werewolf!Francisco Morales x Selkie f!ReaderRating: M Word Count: 3.2k

Series Summary: The local Selkie pod hires Frankie and the boys to track down missing members who ventured outside the sea-side area of the city, reader comes with them to make sure the missing selkie come home. They end up tracking down something more dangerous to all of the shifting people.

Chapter Summary: Family secrets come to light and you have to make a choice.

[AO3]

You couldn’t be sure how you knew it was Frankie but you did, you could feel anger that wasn’t just your own sitting heavy as a stone in your gut, and in the moment of distraction from the sound you lashed out with your free fist and aimed right for Gavin’s face since he’d lowered his head to try and snarl at you before your Pappy grabbed him. His head snapped to the side and you felt the ache in your knuckles but the grip he had on you loosened just enough and you practically hurled yourself backward, two strong arms stopping you from landing on the ground as Frankie’s half-changed form moved between you and the enraged bull.

You half expected a bloodbath but instead Frankie was moving back with you, acting like a shield as Will gently tugged you toward the SUV, and you watched the pups scamper over toward your sisters while staring wide-eyed at their father. But your Pappy heaved a loud sigh and shoved Gavin hard, the bull staggering to the ground as a large boot was pressed between his shoulder blades, and you knew the entire pod was on edge given the show of strength that the former Alpha often avoided using.

“So that’s what is happening.” His remark was not enlightening at all, wrinkled face scanning Frankie’s hunched over form as the werewolf crouched so he was on all fours and more of his frame was protecting you. Your Nana regarded him with a look that screamed ‘I told you so’ before she sighed and turned her eyes on Frankie too.

“What are you talking about?” Your voice sounded stronger than you felt at least but having the full weight of your Pappy’s stare on you like this felt threatening, the joy in his usual expression so muted that it was almost gone. Frankie snarled quite loudly and Santiago snapped his jaws loud enough that his teeth clacked, some sort of warning?

“Your Mama and I are from the Faldes Point Pod, my dear one, we left our home behind because we fell in love.” Nana Caoimhe was the one to answer your question and her expression was resigned and weary, making you wonder what that had to do with you.

“What your Nana means is that she, and your mother, vowed to follow our ways and chose to leave their birth pod behind even though they are shifters and not were-kin. You were born a selkie but it appears you are like your mother, which is why that werewolf there is up in arms, you were chosen to be his Mate by the Huntress because your magic is different than ours.” This was spoken by Elder Malcolm as the smaller bull looked you over again, his expression openly hostile.

“So that means you must choose what you’re going to do. Submit to our ways and allow one of our bulls to mate you or be excommunicated.” Elder Reagan’s voice was so smug and her expression was one of victory as she watched you but that confusion and anger blooming in your gut only compounded. All because you were a shifter you were expected to give up your family, your home, and they’d never even thought to tell you?

“Why didn’t you ever tell me this was a possibility? Give me one good reason you kept this from me, because clearly four of you knew it could happen.” Your Pappy regarded you now with something akin to frustration, your Nana was shaking her head off to the side, and both of the other Elders were practically laughing at you.

“You are born of our pod, I expected you to accept our ways, the ways that you were taught growing up, I never foresaw you resenting our way of life.” Your Pappy’s tone was careful, guarded even, and that was all it took for your temper to become uncontrollable.

“So you never told me because you thought there was no chance of anyone learning how barbaric the pod’s way of life actually is? No, I don’t believe you, I’m not going to let you use that as an excuse.” Frankie was hovering but not in a way that felt overbearing, his presence was steady and with him and his pack there at your back you felt strong. You felt more like you belonged with them than you’d ever felt like you’d belonged with your pod, which you knew would be jarring to accept later but right now your adrenaline was keeping the anger and the fight in you going.

“I think you never told me because you thought you could get me mated off to Gavin before I found out, that way by the time I did find out it would be almost impossible to do anything about it if I was unhappy.” Watching the man who basically raised you duck his head, fully admitting that you were right without doing so vocally, only made you feel even more outraged than before and Frankie’s growl was muted by your outraged hiss that bloomed into a full growl.

Your grandfather’s entire body language changed, aggressive in response to your aggression, and for the first time in your life you didn’t back down from the show of power and instead decided that you were done with all of it. You had tried so hard to fight for everyone in your pod, for all the cows and pups to be allowed to be free, but as the only one fighting you were exhausted. If they wanted to live this way that was their choice.

“I’m leaving the pod then, by my own will. I’m more than my ability to have pups and I refuse to bow my head to a lifestyle I don’t believe is right.” You didn’t have a backup plan for where you were going to stay tonight but you knew that if you showed up on Bronwyn’s door your best friend would happily allow you to stay, the revelation that you were Frankie’s chosen mate wasn’t lost on you but there was no way you could parse that right now, and the werewolf seemed like he more than understood since he hadn’t actually touched you so much as shielded you.

“Very well. You have an hour to fetch anything of value from your room, anything left behind will be given to the pups and cows. The werewolves are not allowed back into this dwelling.” The cold reply was delivered and Gavin was allowed to stand up at last, his hulking form still aggressive, and your fingers flexed into a fist before you nodded. Will placed his hand gently on your shoulder and you felt him slip something into your back pocket, the bottom of your coat falling back over the indent, and you didn’t glance back at him to avoid giving him away.

“Fine.” With that you walked, head high, through the staring onlookers of your pod as many of the bulls began to whisper while the cows and pups openly held looks of fear. You had been the sole member of the pod that would intervene when bulls were being rude or screaming at their mates, you would try to protect them and show them that they weren’t as weak as they were raised to believe, and you knew that leaving was only going to make things worse for them but you couldn’t fight their battle if they didn’t fight too.

Your room was tidy enough, at least, and you grabbed the over sized duffel bag that was used for mating season when you would flee to Bronwyn’s place; you didn’t have enough time or space to grab everything but you didn’t really keep much given that you only had one room of your own. The most important things (picture albums, your instant shot camera and spare film cases, laptop, charger cables, and books) were the priority, then you began layering whatever clothes you could fit over top of it all.

“You’re leaving us?” Riona’s eyes were red-rimmed and wet, slightly hunched in her posture, and you nodded before returning to what you were doing.

“Of course she is, Ri, but I don’t blame her. I’ve been- Saraya has a place for you in the Faldes Point Pod, if you want it. She’s offered us a place too.” Marnie set another large bag down, this one was definitely made by hand out of layered fishing nets, and you thanked her softly as she began helping to pack and fold your clothes with you. The fact that Marnie had been talking to Saraya at all came as a surprise but considering leaving the pod? At your surprised look your eldest sister smiled, nudging you gently.

“You’re right, when you say that we’re more than our ability to have pups, and if the Elders won’t allow change to happen then why should I stay?” Riona made a soft noise and looked aghast at the idea, the youngest of your three older sisters and closest to you in age but the first to have accepted Gavin’s courting.

Kara hovered just behind Riona, looking nervous, and you stood up once all your personal things had been packed fully. Bedding was provided by the pod, as were the hangers in the closet and all the furniture, so your room looked the same as any empty room in the refurbished hotel by the time you were done.

“If Frankie and the others haven’t already left to bring Saraya’s pups back to them I’ll go with them.” It wouldn’t be a long walk to the street where you could catch a bus, even if you sort of knew that Frankie wouldn’t leave you here, and you hugged each of your sisters tightly.

“You could apologize, and stay, it’s not so bad-“

“Riona, enough. Your sister has every right to leave, even if she weren’t a shifter, and you should be happy for her. You can visit her, she’s still family, the Elders can’t hold us hostage here.” Marnie’s voice was stern as she stopped Riona from trying to sway you, only making Riona burst into tears, and as much as it hurt to leave her like that you knew that it would be best to just walk away now. You stepped out of the elevator to hear vicious snarling, bolting to the door to see Frankie being restrained by Will and Benny who were both half changed while Gavin was smirking.

You knew he’d said something to antagonize Frankie and your displeased hiss made the larger bull tip his head slightly to look at you. But Gavin made one, very dumb, mistake by taking a step closer and attempting to grab you again. With Marnie carrying your bags your hands were free, you knew Will had stuck a charged crystal in your back pocket with a shielding spell that would activate if you touched the crystal, but you also weren’t weak.

Bronwyn might have just been a shop owner for her clothing line but she’d also grown up the daughter of a Sidhe warrior that survived the Sundering, those lessons she’d learned had been passed on to you, and Gavin’s attempted grab turned into the bull gagging when your fist connected with his throat before you spun your body just enough to deliver a kick to his mid section that made him fall backward.

“If he does anything to any of you three or the pups let me know.” Your request to Marnie was met with a serious nod as you accepted your bags, not at all expecting Santiago or Tom to hustle over and grab them from you, but Frankie’s large body was back at your side as Benny and Will disappeared behind the tree line. Tom picked up the discarded and torn fabric and you looked at your grandfather one last time, his expression like ice, and your Nana walked over before pressing a kiss to your forehead when you ducked down.

“I’m proud of you, dear one, and I love you so much. Be safe.”

“I will, Nana. I love you too.”

With the final goodbye said you got into the SUV, greeting the four exhausted pups with a soft voice, and you weren’t at all surprised when Lottie let out a sleepy little bark before she was reaching for you. It was easy to pull her into your arms, being as young as she was it was instinctual to cling to an adult cow, and Yulia curled to your side as Maren cuddled close to your others side while Kaden cuddled with his twin. Will and Benny slipped into the seat row in front of you with Santiago, you watched Frankie slide into the driver’s seat with Tom in the passenger spot.

“Everyone okay?” Santiago’s check in made you perk up and he turned his head to look at you as the SUV began rumbling down the gravel path.

“I’m okay, Santiago, and the pups are too. Frankie are you- we’re okay?” The rumbling noise you received in reply earned a soft exhale from Benny.

“Fish, she ain’t versed in wolf yet. That’s means yes, to translate.” Benny’s grin made you smile too and Tom chuckled gently from where he was sitting, but you felt the strange stirring in your gut that was mot definitely Frankie’s emotions and while it was slightly comforting to feel the way his tension was easing the further you got it was also terrifying.

“You got a place to go?” Will’s question was soft but you could tell he was being careful with it, eyes on Frankie instead of you, and for a moment you wondered if you did. It was pretty clear that Frankie would give you a place at the drop of a hat, be it on his couch or a guest room or whatever his place could accommodate, but it was way too quick for you to consider it.

Mate or not you needed time to understand what you now needed to learn about yourself and about what it meant to be bonded to a werewolf.

“I’m going to talk with Saraya, find out why she never said anything, but I think I’m going to ask to stay with the Faldes Point Pod if I’m allowed. I’m- I need to be near the sea right now.” The idea of taking a good, long, swim was something you couldn’t pass up and the call of the bay waters was growing stronger the more you thought about the ebb and flow of the waves and the cool clear water.

Frankie made another soft noise and you looked at Benny, hoping for a translation, and the younger werewolf smiled gently.

“He can feel the way you’re itching to shift, it’s making him want to change again, but he’s not exactly the most graceful in water even though we call him Fish.” You barked out a surprised laugh and it felt good to just release some of the emotions currently at war in your heart, the amusement and joy of learning about the pack would probably only keep you uplifted for so long before the dust settled.

“We’re here, or if you want to tell us to pound sand you can, I won’t- you may have been chosen for me by the Huntress but I’m not going to force you to follow my customs if you don’t want to.” Frankie’s voice was more growl than words but you understood it, mostly, and you looked up at where he was glancing at you in the rear view.

“I appreciate that but I don’t- I want to get to know you before I make that call Frankie.” He hummed and pulled into the parking lot of the houses carved into the cliff wall where the Faldes Point Pod lived, you heard from Saraya that apparently the pod had been chosen and named by the Deity of the Glennrior Bay centuries ago and her Dragon mate had built them the homes in the cliff wall to protect the pod during the fallout of the Sundering.

To this day it was a spectacle of magic and craftsmanship, seeing the stone arches and windows in the cliff wall, the glass enchanted for security and for privacy, and the entryway stone doors opened quietly despite their appearance before you spotted several cows hurrying over.

“Lottie, my baby girl.” You recognized Haven, the sleek selkie had a breathy voice when she spoke but when she sang it was so rich and deep, and Lottie crooned as you handed her off to her mother. Kaden and Maren hurried over to their dad and mom while Yulia openly cried as she ran into her parent’s embrace.

“Thank you, for bringing them home.” Saraya’s eyes were wet with tears and you watched Frankie nod, feeling his eyes shift to you.

“Hey, Saraya… did you- did you know my mother and Nana were members of the Faldes Point Pod?” You watched the other cow tip her head slightly and look over at another, this one was older than both of you most likely, and this woman nodded gently before walking over.

“Saraya didn’t, we never told her even when she became Matriarch because Caoimhe and your mother left the pod by choice, but your pod wouldn’t let me come visit and I didn’t want to risk alienating you by telling you that we were relatives. Your mama is my niece, her mama passed away due to illness and her papa followed after from heartbreak, I made sure to raise her right but she fell in love with your Pa and chose him over staying.” The woman reminded you of your mother, you could see a minor resemblance, and then she grabbed a locket and flipped it open to show you a very clear picture of your mother as a little girl.

Tears sprang up into your eyes before you could stop yourself, you didn’t have really much of anything of theirs because of how the pod law had worked that their belongings were divvied up to those that needed them over sentimental value, and seeing your mother like this was something you didn’t have.

Frankie’s hand was gentle on your waist and you felt him peeking over your shoulder, it made you tilt the locket so he could get a better view.

“I- I chose to leave my pod. They were, well, they were going to force me to mate with Gavin against my will.” Saraya and the older cow exchanged looks before your dark haired selkie friend opened her arms.

“Well you have a home here, with us, you’re family we chose and now I’m learning you’re family by blood.” You handed the locket back before sliding into Saraya’s arms and letting her hug you close, the well of emotions finally hitting you as the tears started, so it was fairly quickly that your bags were handed to a bull from the pod and the pack were invited to stay the night in the guest rooms.

Saraya led you to your new room, which was bigger than your last one and so vibrant despite the dark stone, the ceiling was nothing but jagged gleaming crystals casting prisms and reflections around the room, but you didn’t feel lost. Saraya laid with you as you cried out all of the ugly emotions, neither of you reacting when Frankie’s fully changed form stepped into the room, and you patted the bed behind you and smiled when he climbed up and curled against your back.

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#chaoticwrites #iridescence fictional universe #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x f!reader #werewolf!frankie #selkie f!reader #hunter's gambit #francisco morales x f!reader

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absurdthirst · 2 years

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Francisco “Catfish” Morales MasterList

**All ratings are individual to each story. Read warnings and tags at the top of the stories.

Requested Scenerios

Home Series MasterList {Catfish x F!Reader x Pope}

Friendly Competition Series MasterList {Catfish x F!Reader x Pope x Will x Benny}

Hateful Glares MasterList

Tipping Point

Endorphins

Addicted (Follow up to Endorphins)

No Smoke Without Fire - Sex Pollen {Catfish x F!Reader x Pope x Will x Benny}

The Advent Calendars

The Last Mission

The Cabin and the Coup {Catfish x F!Reader x Marcus Moreno}

The Hunt - Dark!Frankie

Second Chance

Finding Family

Oh, Brother {Catfish x F!Reader x Pope}

Happy Birthday, Mr.Garcia {Pope x F!Reader x Catfish}

Money, Money, Money {Catfish x F!Reader x Pope x Will x Benny}

Fangs & Fur {Werewolf!Catfish x F!Reader x Max Phillips}

Moonlight Madness {Werewolf!Catfish x F!Reader x Benny}

The Baby Making Team {Catfish x F!Reader x Pope}

Thankful For You

A Very Dirty Christmas {TF Boys x F!Reader}

Francisco’s Wife {Marcus Pike x F!Reader x Catfish}

New Year’s Resolution

The Dark Side of Francisco Morales

Wake Up Call

Fatal Break In {Catfish x F!Reader x Dave York}

Through the Window

Meant to Be

The Cost of Addiction

I’d Sell My Soul for You {Catfish/Max Phillips x F!Reader}

Cold Nights & Warm Bodies

Landlord From Hell

Protective Big Brother {Catfish x F!Davis!Reader}

A Bumpy Road

Breaking & Entering {Catfish x F!Reader x Pope}

The Cupid Shuffle {Catfish x F!Reader x Pope x F!OC}

One Night in St. John’s

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I saw that you open request! I’m so interested ♥️ and I saw you are taking supernatural request as well. So I was thinking about Triple Frontier supernatural AU? Boys being monster hunters? Maybe some romantic plot with Frankie and reader as well? I want to leave that to you. Maybe Reader being hunter as well but friend of Crowley? He was my favourite.

Thank you my love for the wonderful request 🥰 hope you enjoy 😉

The Hunted

Pairings: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, unprotected sex, shower sex, mutual pining, guns, violence, werewolf killing, hunting, mentions of a mangled body (no description), demons, cursing, sexism (from Tom), character death, angst, fluff.

A/N: I had so much fun writing this 😊 it’s my first time writing for supernatural in ten years and it took me way back ☺️🤟 I’ve left it open so I can maybe come back an revisit this 😏

Comments and reblog really appreciated 🥰

Another dive bar off the road of some small town with problems as long as your arm came into view as you pulled the impala over and parked her up. Same story, different day. He had a fondness for them, you didn’t know why; nor cared less.

Opening the door - which creaked loudly as the wood moved against the metal hinges - all eyes landed on you and a silence fell upon the bar. “As you were. She’s with me.” Your hand instinctively moves towards the colt, which is tucked neatly into the belt of your jeans as you approach him. “Glad you could join me.”

“Don’t I always?” You sigh as you slide into the booth, taking a seat in front of him. “What do you need this time? You know they are going to start getting suspicious of me leaving all the time right?” A glass of whiskey is placed in front of you and a handsome man with blonde hair and blue eyes gazes down at you. “Thanks, handsome,” you say with a sweet lilt to your voice as you wink at him.

“Must you always flirt with the help?”

Rolling your eyes, you bang the glass down on the table and lean forward. “Just cut the bullshit Crowley. What is it you want from me this time?” He sits back against the worn leather chair and a sly smirk edges its way into his face. “I have a job for you. One that I think you’ll like.”

“Ok, out with it. No need for suspense.”

“There’s a werewolf in Maine. A real nasty one too.” You snort as you lean back. “Aren’t they all?”

“Yes, well this one is also being possessed by a demon.”

This has got your attention. Sitting forward again you practically growl at him. “Why the fuck is a demon possessing a werewolf? What sort of operation are you running Crowley? You know I can’t let this shit slide. Sam and Dean are gonna find out and they're gonna kill me.”

“Ever the drama queen. No need to fret darling, I’ve hired some mercenaries turned hunters to help on this one. They’ve been in the trenches. Seen things you wouldn’t believe.” You raise your brow at this and he smiles back at you. “Well you know what I mean. For normal people who aren’t hunters. Well, they are now but they weren’t…oh you know what I mean. Are you in or not?”

“I’m in, but this is it then. Sam and Dean are my brothers, and you know that they can practically smell my lies. I’ll do this last job for you and then I’m out.”

“Have it your way. There’s a motel just outside the town, the guys will meet you there.”

***

The lights of the motel sign flicker as you pull your truck into the parking lot, which only has another truck inside. Hopping out and grabbing your bag you make your way to room 10 and just as you move your hand towards the handle you hear someone talking inside.

“So what, we’re working with some chick now? Why can’t we just handle this one ourselves like we usually do? We don’t need some chick who hasn’t got a clue slowing us down.” Clenching your fist at your side you swallow back your anger as you knock on the door. The sound of movement and chatter stops and you can see the curtain twitch at the window.

“Open up. It’s just the chick you're being forced to work with.” The sound of the lock clicking and then feet shuffling has you standing straighter and when the door finally opens your breath catches in your throat at the sight of the man standing there. “M’sorry about Tom, doesn’t have the best track record with women. A lot of trust issues.”

Your eyes flicker over to the man you assume is Tom; his eyes narrow in on you as you step across the threshold. “I'm Frankie,” he says as he holds out his hand, eyes staring straight at you.”

Sizing him up, you let your eyes trail along his form before reaching out and taking his hand,” Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

“This is Will, that pretty boy over there is Benny, his brother. That’s Santi or Pope and finally Tom.”

“You must be the little bitch of the group.” His nostrils flare and he goes to stand when the man named Santi holds him back. “Why don’t you just run home and let the pros handle this.”

A laugh vibrates through you as you place your duffle onto the bed. “Pros. Is that what you're calling yourselves? Listen mate, you don’t need tack vests for what you're dealing with. Sure it’ll protect your heart but won’t matter much when it rips your head off now will it?”

“Why do we need to protect our hearts?”

Standing up straight you turn your gaze towards Benny. “Oh good joke. You got me,” you say snorting as you open the bag and pull out the guns.

“That wasn’t a joke.”

“You can’t be serious right? Have you never done this before? Tell me you’ve done this before?” You ask as you turn your worried gaze to Frankie.

“Not werewolves. Vampires and demons mostly.” He pulls his hat up off his head and runs his finger through his slightly shaggy hair and you get a fleeting thought that you’d like to be the one to do that.

“Great. Just great. We’re all gonna fucking die. Well, you lot are, atleast.” Gonna kill Crowley. Stupid king of hell.

Frankie and the guys share an apprehensive look before he moves closer to you. “Umm, look we heard about you and your brothers. How you’re the best of the best. We’re honoured to be working with you. Maybe you could teach us some things?”

You stop mumbling and look up at him, his brown eyes pleading with you and you can’t help but melt. You lift your head and eye the others before meeting his gaze again. Standing up you move towards him and you see him gulp as you touch his chest. “Fine. First lesson. Silver bullets”, you say as you thrust them into his hand.

***

A week passed and you had spent that time showing them how to use the weapons you had and how to kill a demon without killing the host. A week - seven days that were wasted on training grown ass men when you could have already handled it yourself.

The guys were nice, well everyone except Tom but there’s always an asshole. Over the last few days you have gotten to know them and you have gotten closer to Frankie, a lot closer.

The guys wanted to hit the bar tonight before you all make your way into the forest tomorrow and although you wanted to join them, you had opted to stay behind and clean the guns. Dean would be proud.

The time on the alarm clock flashed ten and you stretched out your back as you stood up, body aching from all the training. I need a shower.

The water cascaded down your body, the hot water easing that ache in your shoulders as you closed your eyes and took in a deep breath. Hands wrap themselves around your waist and you grab the small knife you left on top of the shower and swirled around, placing the knife to the intruder's throat.

“Jesus, Frankie what are you doing?” You gasp out as you slowly pull the knife away. A small bit of blood dripped down his neck from the tiny cut. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you, I just…I snuck away from the guys and I…I wanted to spend some time alone with you. We haven’t really had a chance.”

“Fuck I could have killed you. I’m sorry…I just…it's a force of habit.” He pulled you closer with his left hand and ran his right along your cheek, his thumb running along your bottom lip. Once the adrenaline has worn off, your body heats up as you finally realise Frankie is naked in front of you.

“God, you're beautiful,” he says, whispering almost as he looks at you with lust blown eyes. A blush heats up your face and then Frankie’s lips meet yours in a searing kiss. He backs you up against the cool tiled wall and lifts your leg over his hip, his hand grabbing at your ass.

Your eyes close as he kisses along your neck and down along the curve of your breasts. The feel of his slightly rough lips on your skin sending a shiver down your spine.

“Frankie…oh fuck…” you gasp out. He grabs a handful of your breast, squeezing and massaging as he pushes into you further. He’s hard against your thigh and you try to move your hips against him, urging him to do something, anything.

“Frankie…please I-I need you…” He smiles down at you as he grabs his cock and runs it along your folds, lubing himself with your arousal. “Been thinking about this all week…fuck I need you so bad baby.”

His hand moves from your leg to your ass as he thrusts into you and you both moan at the feeling of him filling you. “Oh god…Frankie…”

“I know. God you’re so hot and wet and so fucking tight…could spend the rest of my life between your legs.”

Frankie’s thick, thicker than you’ve ever had before and the stretch burns a little but as soon as he starts moving it slowly turns to pleasure. It’s hard and fast as he moves in and out of you, his hands pinching and squeezing as they roam the expanse of your wet, naked skin.

“Mierda! Hermosa I’m…im close, need you to come.” You move your hand down along your skin and towards your clit, rubbing your fingers over it in a circular motion until stars swirl in your head as you come with a cry of his name.

“Oh Frankie.”

His hands are bruising on your skin as he pounds into you, seeking his own release. “Hermosa where….where do you want me?” He asks breathlessly. “Inside…come inside…I’m-I’m on the pill.” No surprises in this line of work.

“Mierda! Tan perfecto. Quiero quedarme aquí para siempre. Creo que te amo.” Fuck! so perfect. I want to stay here forever. I think I love you.

You don’t know what he said but quite frankly, you don’t care. He buries his face in your neck as he thrusts once, twice before grunting loudly and spilling inside you. He gently slips out of you and helps you stand before washing you both.

You have moved back into the room when the guys get back and you don’t miss the knowing look Santi gives Frankie before ordering food. “Right, so tomorrow the plan is to head to the edge of the forest and…”

You turn towards Will and nod as you finish chewing on your burger. “Yeah. We’ll all split into teams of two, that way we can cover more ground. We have the radios so we can still keep track of each other. We’ve got the silver bullets laced with salt and holy water and I’ve got the demon blade and I’m giving Santi the colt.”

“What good is a gun against a demon werewolf?” Tom sneers as he slugs back a beer. “The colt can kill anything and I mean, if you're chickening out, you're welcome to stay here.”

“She got you good there, redfly,” Benny says laughing as he claps him on the back. “Sounds good. Guess we should try to get some sleep then. I’ll wake us all in the morning.”

***

With the trucks all loaded up you head out towards the forest. Frankie drove his truck with Tom and Santi, Will and Benny rode with you. Once you arrive you split into three teams.

“Ok Tom and Will you head north, Benny and Frankie east and myself and Santi will head west.”

Frankie moves behind you, the heat from him radiates into your skin as he rests his hand on your lower back. “Thought we’d be a team?”

You turn and push him away from everyone, “Frankie we can’t. You would be too distracted trying to keep me safe and get yourself killed.”

“I’m not heading in there without you.” His hands move to rest on your hips and he pulls you into him, his fingers digging into you slightly. His breath is fanning your face as he inches closer. His eyes flicker from yours to your lips. You reach up and close the gap, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

“Break it up you two,” Santi shouts as he hands you your blade. “I’ll be on the other side of that radio. I’m gonna be ok, I promise.”

The sound of a loud deep growl echoes through the trees and you all stop and turn in its direction. You can feel your heat begin to race as you gear up. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve done this, it’s always nerve racking.

Frankie pulls you back into him and kisses you quickly, “te amo, hermosa.” He whispers it into the skin of your neck before pulling away and joining Tom. Each team moves into the trees and you turn to Santi to find already looking at you, a sly smirk on his face.

“What?” You say with a smile on your face. He shakes his head and mumbles something in Spanish. “Hey, that’s not fair. I can’t understand you. Frankie’s always saying stuff in Spanish too.”

“Sorry, it’s just…he really likes you, you know. Even if you only met a week ago.” The trees rustling in the wind and your boots on the ground - twigs snapping as you move are the only sounds you can hear.

Gunshots ring in the distance and you can hear Tom screaming in pain. Sharing a look you both take off running in the direction of his cries. Please let Frankie be ok.

Lost in your thoughts you don’t notice that Santi has stopped and you crash into his back. He retches at the sight of Tom's mangled body and you frantically search for Frankie but can’t see him anywhere. “Santi!

“Santi you need to call Will and Benny on the radio ok. I’m gonna go after the werewolf, I think it has Frankie.”

“Hmm, yeah - yeah ok I…oh god what am I gonna tell his wife?”

“Look, we need to focus. Worry about that later. Be on alert ok. Here,” you say as you begin to rummage in his bag and take out a bag of salt. Ripping it open with your teeth, you form a circle around Santi and Tom. “Stay in the circle and when Will and Benny come keep them in it too. Do not come out under any circumstances, I’ll be back ok?”

“Yeah. Go.”

***

Following the tracks in the mud you finally catch up to werewolf who has Frankie slumped against a tree. Please don’t be dead.

A groan falls from his parted lips and his hand grips his side. His face is scrunched in pain and you can see blood pool around his hands.

Panic sets in as your eyes flicker around, trying to come up with a plan. “God dammit, Y/N. What the hell were you thinking?”

“Dean?”

Sam crouches down beside you on the left, Dean on the right. “Why didn’t you tell us? We could have helped.”

“I wanted to do this myself, you two always baby me. I’m more than capable of handling things.” Dean raises an eyebrow and his mouth twitches but his eyes flicker to Sam who’s shaking his head.

“We know you are, Y/N but you're our little sister. We’re always gonna look out for you.”

“Ok, you're both here now, what’s the plan? Frankie is gonna die and I lov..I like him a lot.”

Dean scowls as his eyes stare right at you. “Is there something going on between you two?”

“Not the time Dean. Focus.” The sound of wings startles you and you turn to find Cass standing right behind you. “Jesus Cass, personal space.”

“Right. Sorry,” he says as he slides back. “I’ll get…what’s his name?”

“Frankie.”

“Yes, Frankie. I’ll get him out of here and heal him.”

“Y/N, you’re done. You can go with Cass and lover boy. Sam and I can handle it from here.”

“The hell you will. This is my case. My hunt. I’ve done all the hard work you are not coming in now and taking the glory. Use me as bait. It’s the only way.”

“Over my dead body.” He snaps at you. You look to Sam for backup and he winks at you. “She’s right Dean. It’s our only option.”

“I wanna help,” Santi says in a whisper as he appears beside Sam, his gaze on you. “Frankie would kill me if I let you do this alone.”

“She’s not alone,” Dean snarled at him, loading his gun while keeping his gaze on Santi. “Don’t mind him, he’s the grumpy one. We could use all the help we can get,” Sam said as he nodded his head in thanks.

“Right. Let’s do this.”

***

Standing in the clearing the silence is deafening as you slowly approach the werewolf. A twig snaps below your foot and he turns with a snarl before charging at you. Holding your ground, your heart beats erratically within your chest and you know it’s only calling it to you. It is what it wants.

You don’t flinch as it draws near and when it’s close enough that you can smell its breath, a shot rings out echoing off the trees and you close your eyes waiting. Waiting for the beast to rip you apart but nothing happens.

Slowly, you open your eyes to find it on the ground, writhing in pain. Sam, Dean and Santi emerge from the trees and stand before it. Dean grabs his demon blade and swipes it across its neck. Its big snarly head is wiped clean from its body and black smoke evaporates into the night.

“Well that was a wild ride,” Dean says as he rubs the blood off the blade. “You go check on your friend, we’ll burn the body.” Santi looks at you and you nod, urging him to go.

“You can go to Y/N. We’ve got this,” Sam says as Dean stares daggers at him. “Thank you.”

Rushing off you finally make it to the others and you spot Cass standing off to the side, Tom beside him. What the fuck?

I’ll deal with that later, you think to yourself as you search for Frankie. “Hermosa.” You turn your head to find him already standing and moving towards you. You rush at him, wrapping your arms around him hugging him tight. “You’re ok? I thought…I thought you’d…”

“I know mi amor. I know, but I’m ok. We’re all ok. Your friend, Cass is it? He saved us. I don’t know how he did but I’m so grateful.”

“So am I. Cass, he’s a…” Frankie cuts you off with his lips. His arms pull you close and you can hear Santi whistle in the background. He pulls away but doesn’t move and his eyes are staring at you with such adoration that you feel your knees get weak. “I don’t want to let you go. I love you. I know it’s only been a week but I’ve never felt like this before. Please say you feel it too.”

You smile up at him and try to keep the tears at bay as you move your hand to cradle his cheek. “I love you too. It’s just…it’s not safe in this line of work to have connections…I’ve learned the hard way and…”

“No, don't say that please.” His hands rest on either side of your face, his eyes pleading with you. Your heart is beating hard urging you to follow it but your head is saying the opposite. “Frankie…I…how would we make it work? I live with my brothers and you’re with the guys…”

“We can get our own place somewhere between both families and…”

“You could just move to the bunker. It would be easier that way. We could teach you some more things,” Dean says as he comes to stand beside you. “What?”

“Well there’s loads of room. It would be a shame to see it go to waste.” He tilts his head towards the guys, “they could stay too. The more the merrier.”

“Are you serious right now? This isn’t one of your stupid pranks?”

“As serious as the grave. You’re more than welcome to come back with us.” Dean pats Frankie on the back before joining Cass and the others. “So you want to come live with us?”

“Will I be sleeping in your room?” He asks with a teasing smile on his face. “I’m sure that could be arranged.” He leans down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His hands wandering to your ass and squeezing before a throat clearing breaks you both apart. “Dude. That’s our sister. Wait until we’re not around, jeeze.” You laugh into Frankie’s chest trying to cover the embarrassment on your face.

“Can’t wait to get you home, mi amor.” You raise your eyebrow at him, “oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

***

He’s pacing outside the bunker waiting for Charlie to grab what he needs. Come on, come on. They’ll be home soon.

“Got it,” she says as she skips out of the door handing him the small box. He opens it and smiles brightly. “It’s finally mine.”

Crowley shoves the box into his coat pocket and stares straight at Charlie. “You tell them about any of this and I’ll kill you. Got it.”

“Yeah ok. I don’t know why you needed them to be distracted, you could have just asked them for it.”

“No. There is no way in hell Dean would give this to me. That werewolf I created was the only way I was getting this. His lips twitch at the corners and he clicks his fingers and disappears into the night.

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