#also his mustache is so sexy for no reason at all

[kyuoki]

*posts this and runs away*

another wip of the pmv im working on bc i just had to post human jones making puppy dog eyes alsjsjsisks

[strang3lov3]

Chevelle

Summary- (joel miller x virgin!reader) Joel figures out that you’re the one who hit his baby, his precious 1964 Chevrolet Chevelle. He needs you to make it right, but he doesn’t want your money ❤️‍🔥🍆 (5k words)

Tags- MDNI hot girls can’t drive, implied age gap, virgin!reader, we're calling him tender dark!joel, soft!dom joel, tender dubcon (power imbalance, joel solicits sex from reader, no explicit consent but reader is into it) reader has a luscious bush, Joel walks you through handjobs, blowjobs, fingering, oral, unprotected piv, creampie, come eating, loss of virginity. Joel is clothed and reader is not.

A/N- Writing this is how I spent my spring break. Hope you love it 🩵 Thank you @noxturnalpascal for all of your help editing and your encouragement.

Based on mine and @beefrobeefcal shared prompt where we asked, "What would happen if reader damaged Joel’s vehicle?” Her fic is here and it’s one of my favorite things I’ve read!! Kiki has such a beautiful voice in her writing and I love all the details she adds to her fics.

Pawn shop by @toxicanonymity came to mind when I wrote this story and was a source of inspiration. Also worth a read, I have nothing but love for Tox’s writing 🩷

It’s late when you get off your shift at Tony’s, the shitty Italian restaurant you’ve been working at for far too long. It doesn’t pay much and you’ve considered working a new job to save up and move out of your brother’s house, but you’ve been putting that idea off for a variety of reasons. One of them being Joel. 

Joel’s your neighbor, a sexy, older man you’ve got a certain fondness for. His hair used to be more brown but it’s grayer now, same with the scruff on his face. He’s got sparkling, chocolatey eyes and a sharp nose set above a thick, downturned mustache. He always looks a little dirty when you see him, with dirt caked into his forehead wrinkles and grease smeared along his temple or his jaw. He’s always either fresh off a contracting job or working on his car. He’s got this cute little Chevy he spends his nights and weekends with, a 1964 Chevrolet Chevelle, baby blue.

Joel was one of the first people to welcome you to the neighborhood and even helped you move your stuff into your brother’s house, though helping you implies he let you do any work. Joel offered you a pop from his fridge and then took over entirely, putting both himself and your brother to work moving all of your stuff in. You didn’t lift a finger that day. 

-

You can’t seem to pull your eyes from the little green glowing letters on your dash, watching letters and numbers on the screen roll on by. 12:37 A.M. 101.9. Paper Bag - Fiona Apple.  You’re so out of it. You yawn and blink a couple of times, focusing back on the narrow roads of your neighborhood. It’s so poorly lit over here, and it doesn’t help that one of your headlights is out. Joel’s been bugging you to let him fix that, he says it’ll only take five minutes.

You turn onto your street and bam. You’re wide awake now. You just hit something. 

You hit Joel’s car. Joel’s fucking car. What the fuck is it doing on the street? He always has it safely kept in his garage. Oh dear god, the panic is setting in. This is Joel’s baby. You just hit his baby, his pride and joy. 

You can’t even bring yourself to assess the damage you’ve inflicted upon his dear Chevy. Probably dented to shit, but you don’t really wanna know. Instead, you just pull your foot off the brake, press your remote control garage door opener, then pull into your garage as you press your lips together tightly. You’re surprised and relieved to find that there’s hardly a scratch on your own car. Joel won’t know. He won’t.

The next morning, you’re sipping on your coffee as you check your mailbox. Joel’s outside his house, loading up his work truck with some tools and supplies. He waves to you and you wave back, a small stack of mail in your hand. 

“Whose mail you got today, sweetheart?” he calls to you. 

You check the names on some of the letters. “Davidsons’ and Pierces’,” you answer through a chuckle. Joel rolls his eyes and laughs. The incompetent mailman is a running joke amongst yourself, Joel, and your other neighbors. He never seems to deliver anything to the right address, so you and your neighbors are often hand delivering each other your misplaced mail.

You laugh with Joel until you notice his smile disappear. He’s narrowing his eyes on his Chevy. Your heart drops as he steps closer to the vehicle, then pinches his nose in frustration. Fuck. Joel stomps back to his work truck, haphazardly tosses something in the bed and then slams the tailgate. Yeah, he’s fucking pissed. Your neck and your face heat in shame as you quickly run back inside.

-

In the two weeks since Joel’s car was hit, he’s been working to repair it tirelessly. He’s ordered a new tail light, since whoever hit his car shattered it and he’s spent a pretty penny ordering the exact shade of baby blue paint to touch up all of the scratches. Joel only trusts himself to touch his car, but the situation necessitates that he’ll have to take it in to a local repair shop to get the dents out. Fucking fantastic. 

When Joel gets off work tonight, he notices he’s got some packages on his doorstep, hoping it’s the shit he ordered for his car. He’ll open them shortly, but he first notices that one of the packages is addressed to you. Go figure, he thinks, chuckling to himself. He walks the package over to your house, noticing your car is parked outside of the driveway. And it’s backed in too, which is odd. Joel assumes your car must’ve been blocking your brother’s, so he probably played musical chairs with your cars to get his out and then backed yours up onto the driveway. You never back your own car in the driveway, and Joel’s pretty sure it’s because you don’t know how. You probably can’t parallel park, either. He’ll have to show you how to do that sometime.

What’s also new is a bit of baby blue paint on your red Honda Civic’s exterior, right by your headlight, the same headlight he’s been nagging you to let him fix. Joel bites the inside of his cheek. Interesting. He knocks on your door, package in hand, but he’s met with no answer. No biggie. He leaves the package on your porch and goes back to your car, inspecting the paint once more. He scoffs in astonishment and walks home. Unbelievable. 

-

The next evening, you check your mailbox after forgetting to do so earlier. As always, you never have just your own mail. This time you’ve got Joel’s. You walk it over to Joel’s house with the intention of dropping it off on his porch and going back home, not wanting to bother him as he works on his Chevy but his whistle startles you. “Hey you,” he says. “C’mere.”

“O-oh,” you stutter. “I’m just dropping off your–”

“Yeah, I know. Just c’mere a minute,” Joel says. “Got a fuckin’ bone t’pick with you.”

Your palms are beginning to sweat. He doesn’t know anything. Maybe he just wants some company while he works on his car, it wouldn’t be the first time. But still, there’s something about his tone. You step off of his porch and cut through his lawn to get to his garage. Once inside, you help yourself to a root beer from his refrigerator. Something cold and fizzy and sweet to help you calm your nerves.“Oh, sure, help yourself,” Joel mumbles. He notices your fingers slipping off the tab of the pop can and pulls it from your hands, then opens it for you. He’s wearing a stained Prince and the Revolution t-shirt and a slightly too tight pair of jeans that squeeze his ass just so. His garage is decorated with old license plates, posters, other odds and ends. 

“Thank you,” you whisper. 

Joel says nothing as he walks to his work bench. He pulls a lightbulb out of a cardboard box and waves it in your direction, he’s only a couple of feet from you. “Ordered the wrong bulb,” he tells you. 

You can only nod. You think about maybe making a joke about the mailman screwing it up somehow, but you bite your tongue. You don’t trust yourself not to stutter right now.

“M’sure you saw, my baby here’s all banged up,” Joel puts the bulb back in the box and leans against his work bench, facing you. “Happened a couple weeks ago.”

“Mm,” you hum.

“Hit and run, can you believe that?” 

“No, I can’t. That-that’s terrible.”

“I know it is. And here I thought we had a nice neighborhood…” he trails off before speaking again, “You think you know someone, huh.” 

Someone. So he has someone in mind? “Yeah, it’s terrible…what happened to your car. Can’t believe someone would uh…would do that, knowing how you, your car…yeah. Terrible.”

Joel stares at you for a minute before speaking again, taking note of how you can’t seem to hold eye contact with him. He steps closer to you.

“You wouldn’t know a thing about it, right?”

“Yes,” you answer, quickly realizing your word mishap when Joel raises his eyebrows. “No, yeah. I don’t know–yeah, nothing,” you sip your root beer before fidgeting with the pop tab and shifting your weight from one foot to the other. 

Joel notices. “Squirmin’ an awful lot over there, sweetheart. You got something you wanna tell me?” You shake your head, still playing with the tab on the pop can. Joel removes it from your hand, his fingers gracing over yours before placing it on the workbench. He’s moving closer to you now, matching your pace as you walk backward until the back of your legs hit his car. You gasp, he stands so tall and imposing in front of you. “Easy,” he warns. “You be careful with her.”

“Yeah, I know. Always,” you reply. Your voice is beginning to shake. 

Joel hums at your response. “Not always, though, sweetheart. Think you were pretty careless with my baby a couple weeks ago.” 

The familiar pressure behind your eyes is beginning to build as tears are pricking your waterline, “I don’t know what–”

“Awh, don’t do that. Don’t lie t’me.” 

 The tears spill over. You’re caught. You don’t know how Joel figured out what you did, but he did. “You’ve got a guilty conscience, dontcha?”

You nod before you can speak. “I’m so sorry,” you cry. Sobs begin to wrack your body, your tears now flowing freely. You’re so guilty. You should’ve told Joel what happened that night. It was an accident, and he might’ve been mad, but you’ve probably made it worse for yourself with your dishonesty. “I’m so sorry, Joel, it was late and I was so tired–”

Joel pulls you in a tight embrace, stroking your back with his fingertips. “Shhh, I know. I know,” he whispers in your ear,  “S’okay, sweet girl.” 

“It was so…” you try to explain, choking on your sobs and your sniffles. “So late and d-dark and I wasn’t paying attention.”

“I know. Quit your cryin’, s’gonna be fine,” Joel whispers. He pulls away from you, looking at you with those deep brown eyes of his as he wipes the tears from your face with his thumbs. Know you’ll make it up to me.”

“I will,” you agree quickly. “I’ll pick up some more shifts, Joel, and I’ll save and–”

“Oh, no. Not that. Save your money,” he tells you earnestly. “Somethin’ else,” Your eyes follow Joel when he leaves you for a moment to flip a switch on the wall of his garage. Something in the air changes then, a thick, heavy feeling between you both when he makes his way back to you. “Use your head, sweetheart. How are we gonna make it right?”

Your mouth is dry, your tongue swollen as you pick up what Joel’s putting down. “Let me give ya a hint,” Joel grunts, sucking in his gut slightly as he unbuttons his jeans. He wears no underwear, a thatch of coarse hair littering his skin is what you see when he pulls down his zipper. He grips your wrist and shoves your hand beneath the denim where you feel his package, already half hard. It’s warmer, thicker than you would expect. He feels heavy in your palm, his pubic hair wiry and scratchy against your knuckles. 

He doesn’t tilt his head in confusion at your hesitancy. “Don’t know what to do with all this, do ya?”

You shake your head no. “I’ve never…with anyone, before.”

“S’alright. I’ll walk ya through it all,” Joel says, seemingly unsurprised at the revelation. With your hand still on his cock, Joel pulls himself out of his jeans entirely. He’s harder now. “Like this,” he instructs, bringing your hand to his mouth and spitting in it. A pang of arousal fills your gut at the action. He pushes your hand lower and guides you to wrap your hand around his cock. It feels heavy, warm to the touch, sticky with his sweat and his saliva. Rock hard, but smooth like satin. You admire him, his blushed tip, the prominent veins on his shaft. 

Your breath hitches as Joel takes control, using his strong, weathered hand to guide your own to massage his cock. “You got it,” he encourages, sensing your rigidity. “Tighter,” he instructs, squeezing his hand around yours. You’re slow to gain confidence but he’s patient, doing the work himself for now. “You move your hand all the way up, all the way down my cock,” he tells you. 

You nod in understanding. Joel drops his hand but yours stays stroking his member. He sighs and tilts his head backward as you focus on the task at hand. Without the pressure of intense eye contact, you take the opportunity to admire him, the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, the small drops of sweat rolling down his throat. You’re shy when he smiles at you, quickly averting your attention from him and to his cock, watching the way it twitches beneath your hand, where a little bead of precum forms. Experimentally, you swipe your thumb over the tip. “That’s it,” he whispers, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. He ruts his hips into your hips, “Doin’ just fine.”

You stroke his cock like this for a while, gaining confidence in yourself until he stops you suddenly.

 “Is that it?” 

“Is that it,” Joel mocks with a feigned pout. “No, hon. You banged up my baby pretty good. We ain’t quite square yet.”

His leaking cock bounces against his tummy as he approaches his work bench. Your heart pounds as you can’t quite see what he’s reaching for. “Know it’s new to ya,” he says.  “Just listen to me, s’all you gotta do.”

Joel returns to you with a dirty rag in his hand and lays it on the concrete ground, then reaches for your face. He pulls your bottom lip down and lets it go to watch it bounce back up. “Knees,” he whispers, gently pushing you by your shoulders to the ground. The rag he laid on the concrete for your knees is a sweet touch, all things considered. His cock is inches away from your face as he holds it between his thumb, middle, and forefingers. He presses himself to your lips, encouraging you to open your mouth. “Give it a taste,” he instructs you. “An’ you can kiss it too, if you’re feelin’ amorous.” 

You part your lips and tentatively lick the weeping slit of his thick head just once. After a moment, taking in the saltiness of his precome, you lick him a couple more times, gaining confidence quicker than you did using just your spit soaked hand on him. Bigger stripes now, using more pressure. Like Joel advised, you kiss his cock a couple times, each kiss sloppier than the last before swirling your tongue around the tip. You’re learning it all, the softness of his skin, his musky, heady taste. 

“Give me your hand,” Joel says. “Goes right here,” He wraps your hand around the base of his cock, same as before. He places one of his hands on your head, guiding you closer to him, encouraging you to take him deeper now. You do as such, sputtering and choking when you get overzealous and take him too quickly.

Joel chuckles, “Not all at once, sweetheart. Go slow. Try it again.” This time, Joel controls the pace at which you take him. He pushes himself into your mouth and senses when it becomes too much, pauses for you. He pulls his hips back, then rocks back into your mouth, building a slow, shallow pace for you to get used to. 

He’s pushing his cock deeper into your mouth. His tip teases the back of your throat as he whispers, “Little more. Be brave,” You gaze up at him, searching his eyes for some sort of approval. He nods with his brows furrowed. “Do it for me, hon.”

You allow him to fuck himself deeper in your mouth now, your eyes pricking with tears as you gag and sputter on his cock. This time, Joel doesn’t stop himself. He’s grunting, groaning, savoring the warmth of your wet, soft mouth. “So good,” he tells you before tapping your hand, reminding you to put it to use.

What you can’t reach with your mouth, you massage with your hand as you cup his balls with your other. You and Joel work in tandem, him drawing in and out of your mouth as you bob your head and flick your tongue against his shaft. Your jaw is sore with the newness of it all, and just as you’re becoming used to the thickness of his cock between your lips and on your tongue, he pauses. “M’gonna stop you now,” Joel mumbles as he pulls out of your mouth, his eyes focused on your swollen lips and how the string of saliva connected from them to his cock breaks. “S’your turn.”

“My turn?”

“Mhm. It’s etiquette, hon,” Joel says with a grunt, lifting you to your feet. He reaches between your bodies and unbuttons your pants, pushing both them and your underwear down your legs. “Always return the favor.” Joel lifts you slightly, sitting your bare ass on the hood of his car, then pulls your pants off your legs the rest of the way. “Arms up,” he tells you. He lifts your shirt off of your body, unhooks your bra and lets it fall to your lap. You’ve never been so vulnerable, so exposed in front of someone before.  Instinctively, you cover your chest with your arms and cross your legs. 

“You’re shy,” he whispers. Joel drapes your clothing over his shoulder before reaching for your arms, removing them from your chest and placing them on either side of your body. “Stay like this,” He holds your knees next, uncrossing your legs and spreading them wide for his view. 

Joel takes in your body and admires your wet cunt, how your thick curls frame it beautifully. A shiver goes down your spine as his eyes scan the rest of your body before he holds intense eye contact with you as he folds your clothes, placing them in a neat pile next to you on his car. You watch his chest rise and fall with steady breaths as he drops to his knees, situating himself between your thighs.

He presses a sloppy kiss against your inner knee, then another on your other leg. He kisses his way up your inner thigh, nipping at your flesh and soothing the marks with his tongue. He holds your legs firmly apart, knowing your instinct is to shut them when he reaches your cunt, his hot breath fanning over your center. “Wider,” he whispers, “I gotcha.”

The once cool metal of Joel’s car is now hot and slick under your sweaty, trembling palms. Your pulse beats as you look up at the garage ceiling, lacking the courage to look at Joel between your thighs. “Relax for me,” he tells you. You try. 

You gasp when he finally begins exploring you, first his thumb parting open your folds. Adding a couple more digits, he hums in satisfaction as he finds you’re already wet, your slick glistening on his fingers. He dips one of those fingers inside of you slowly, watching how you react to his touch. You twitch and fight to keep yourself still and silent as he adds a second finger, curling it rhythmically and stroking that sweet spot inside you. 

“Oh, god,” you moan as he dives into your cunt, the soft and warm, private place between your thighs, his mouth now joining where his fingers touch. His tongue is hot and wet as he drags it through your sex, circling your clit with it. “Joel, please.”

Joel’s satisfied as he hears sounds of pleasure fall from your lips, feeling your hips bucking and grinding gently against his mouth. He sucks one fold, nips at the other as he curls his fingers inside you rhythmically. With the hand that’s not teasing your pussy, he digs his fingers into the soft flesh of your thigh. “Quit squirmin’ on my car,” he warns with a firm squeeze to your thigh, hard enough to bruise you. “Ya tryin’ to scratch her again?”

His wiry stubble drags across your skin, scratching gently against the inside of your thighs. You can feel it building up quickly, that hot, sparkling feeling deep in your core as he works you, sucks your clit between his lips. 

“Please,” you cry, the only word you can form at the moment. 

“I know, hon,” he murmurs, escalating his efforts on your pussy. Sucking, licking, curling his fingers harder. He works you through your orgasm, feeling you gush against his mouth, your arousal dripping down his fingers and pooling into the palm of his hand. Your hands fly to his scalp, twitching and jerking from the sensitivity with your fingers tugging on his curls when he licks a stripe up the seam of your cunt. 

Joel pulls away from your center with a satisfied grin, lips shiny, his facial hair damp. He rises, standing above you, and sloppily kisses your lips. You’ve never tasted your own arousal before. His strong hands find your ass cheeks, pulling you closer to where he wants you.

From there, you gasp when he slides his cock through your slick folds, rubbing thick head against your sensitive clit and watches how you react to his touch. “What do you think I’m doin’ to ya next?”

“Joel,” you whimper, your hips chasing his movements, following where his cock teases your cunt. 

“Yeah, you know what I’m doin,” he purrs. “Crossin’ it all off your list tonight.”

You tense when he notches just the head of his cock in your pussy, reaching for his arm, his shoulder, any part of him you can hold. 

“Know you’re nervous,” he says softly, rubbing circles into your thighs. “But s’just me an’ you here. Wider, hon. Spread your legs for me.”

You nod quickly, following suit and spreading your legs to accommodate him. “Like this?”

“Yeah, like that. S’perfect, hon, that’s all I need from you. C’mere,” Joel adjusts his hold on you before inching his cock into you a bit more. You’re so tight, squeezing him hard and whining through the stretch as he pushes into you further, the gradual slide inside your body causing him to grunt quietly. “Relax for me,” he groans through a strained breath, parting your insides as he’s sheathed himself inside you fully now. “Bite me f’ya need to, sweetheart. It’ll be okay. You’ll get used to it.”

It aches, but the pain dulls as Joel lets you get used to the feeling, the newness of his cock inside you. He holds you close and you take advantage of his suggestion, biting softly into the flesh of his neck, tasting the saltiness of his skin as you whimper quietly. Joel groans, his eyebrows furrowing together. “Shh,” he hushes, “You’re okay, hon. You’re doin’ alright.”

Joel slowly pulls out of you and fills you up again. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he praises as you tilt your hips, opening yourself to accept more of him. You’re humming into his neck as his cock recedes and then pushes in once more. “Eyes on me now. There it is, easy. Easy.”

You do as instructed, pulling your face away from him to meet his gaze. His sparkling brown eyes stay on yours as he pulls out of you, pushing into you slowly, deliberately. You hold onto his neck, his broad shoulders, clutching the fabric of his sweat dampened shirt as he builds a steady pace now. He holds you close to his body, one of his hands traveling up your body and groping your bouncing breasts, teasing your sensitive nipples.

“You just follow my lead,” Joel says, fucking you faster now. His fingers are pressed firmly into your waist now as he rolls his hips against yours. The pain is gone now, dissipated with his continued languid thrusts into you. You feel so full, so satisfied with his thick cock inside you, massaging your insides.

He fucks you steadily but gently, maintaining a quick rhythm. You didn’t know sex could make you feel this way, so much pleasure.  You’re moaning freely, overwhelmed with emotion, tears flowing freely down your cheeks. God, you love it, and it’s nothing but pure pleasure. 

Joel’s not oblivious to your enjoyment. He’s watching you, your face contorting, he’s listening to your moans and your cries, feeling you shiver and twitch beneath his touch and how it’s all because of him, all of your pleasure at the hands of Joel and only ever Joel. He feels a sort of carnal sense of power over this, the effect his touch has on you. You’re soft, so soft and all for him, your flesh for his hands and his teeth alone to squeeze, dig into, to bite on. 

You reach for his arm and guide his hand to your center, pressing his fingers against your clit as that familiar tightness in your gut begins to build once more. “Please,” you beg. 

“Thought this was supposed to be a deal for me. Didn’t need to hit my car f’ya needed me like this,” he taunts, laughing breathlessly. But Joel obliges, of course he obliges you. He moves his calloused fingertips in circles over your clit, coaxing out your release. “Takin’ me so good, sweetheart. Look at you, m’gonna make you come again. Makin’ out like a fuckin’ bandit, aren’t you?”

Indeed you are. It’s not long before you’re coming for him. With his ministrations on your clit, his thrusts now faster, harder, deeper, you’re coming undone for him as his name pours from your lips, long and slow like honey. With your lips parted open, you’re twitching and shuddering against him as you watch his face, letting yourself go. You whimper and moan, and your release is volcanic in the way it washes over your body so fiercely. Heavy, vivid waves of pleasure washing over you the way lava rolls down the earth. Slow, fiery, intense.

Your pulsing cunt milks Joel’s own climax, his orgasm crashing through him in such a way that he loses focus on you. His eyes screwed shut, the noises he’s making louder than he intended–what starts as a grunt turns into a moan, long and libertine as he fucks you harder than he probably should as you whimper in overstimulation. His thrusts turn harder and frenzied as he milks himself with your cunt, spurting hot ropes of his come inside you. You take everything he gives you, feeling so warm and full of his spend. 

His movements then begin to ease, slowing down some more until he eventually stills inside of you. He takes the quiet moment to check on you, holding your face in his hands as he makes sure you’re okay. Your chest heaves as he wipes your tears, but you silently nod, reassuring him that you’re alright.

With a soft grunt, he pulls out of you. He watches how your combined arousal spills on the baby blue paint of his Chevelle, then uses his thumb to push a bit of his escaped come back inside you. Such a lewd action from the man. 

Joel helps you to your feet, steadying you as you stand on shaky legs. He reaches for your clothes from the hood of his car, helping you dress yourself. “Didn’t want ‘em to get dirty,” he explains. “Everything’s covered in fuckin’ dirt and grease in here.”

“Thank you,” you smile shyly. Joel opens the garage door, the once peachy and blue sky now inky black. You didn’t realize how much time had passed. You take off back to your house, but Joel grips your bicep before you can step any further. 

 “Nuh uh,” he tuts. “Ya already hit my car, hon, you don’t wanna leave your mess on the hood now too, do ya?” Joel gestures to your combined arousal on the hood of his Chevelle, swipes his pointer finger through the mess and pushes it between your lips. Your brows furrow at the taste, that salty, heady flavor you’ve never tasted before now. “Use your tongue, sweetheart.”

“You want me…”

“Lick it up,” he instructs in a quiet voice. Joel figured he might’ve let you off too easy, seeing as how you came twice–once on his tongue and once on his cock when this was all supposed to be for him. He bends you over the hood of his car, groping your ass as he leans over your shoulder to inspect your work, making sure it’s a job well done. “Good girl,” he praises, watching you lick his car clean. When you’re done, he kisses you softly.

He walks you home, dropping you off on your doorstep. You’re not quite sure what to say, whether you should apologize again, thank him, say goodnight. Joel fills the silence for you. “Gonna teach you how to drive right one of these days. Keep you out of another mess like this one, hm?” he smirks as he kisses your cheek. “Goodnight, hon.”

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[notjustjavierpena]

Yes

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

A/N: Long awaited…

Summary: Proposal proposal proposal!!!!!!

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Tags: mature rating, fluff, husband!javier, domestic life, drunk hubby, proposals, kisses and love confessions, javier is WHIPPED for reader

Word count: 1.1k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53458216

Yes

The bedsprings creak underneath Javier as he clumsily crawls onto your shared bed in the middle of the night, making him furrow his brow and start shushing them as if they can hear him. He is drunk, reasonably so, and a year older today. He is also recently back home from a night out with Steve that turned into a little (a lot) more than just a few beers.

He remembers texting you and you telling him to go have fun instead of feeling guilty about leaving you at home, but seeing your sleeping frame next to him is still the highlight of his whole birthday.

It is rare that he falls asleep after you, so now that he has the chance, he admires everything you are in this sleeping state; your mouth is slightly open, breathing quietly, and your eyes flicker behind your eyelids as you dream of something that he hopes involves him.

He loves you. He loves your soft lips, the curve of your nose, the color of your skin, and your hair. He has never found anything more sexy than your breasts and your hips, your perfect legs, and the harbor of your arms which brings him peace when he feels worn out. He blinks in disbelief at the fact that he gets to come home to you each day.

He wants to touch you to get some of all the tingling adoration out of his system but he doesn’t want to wake you. So instead, he flops onto his back and the bed shakes enough to make you stir. He swears under his breath, “Mierda.”

“Javi?” You call out in the next moment, voice thick with sleep, and he wants to tell himself off for disturbing your slumber.

“Fuck, sorry, baby,��� he says and means it, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You’re all dressed,” you point out, sniffing the air and grimacing, “And drunk.”

Despite your comment, Javier still crawls closer to you to kiss your cheek repeatedly. You start giggling at the tickling of his mustache and, when he tries to wrap around you like an octopus, squirming in his arms when they squeeze you, “You stink!”

“Just saying hi to my girlfriend,” he tuts.

“Well, hi,” you continue laughing, and Javier’s head swims. He continues attacking you with kisses, allowing himself to be silly.

Something takes hold of him right at that moment. He blurts it out on a whim, “Marry me.”

He knows that the proper thing - and the thing that you deserve - is to book a table at a nice place, order a nice bottle, and then take a nice stroll in the moonlight but you have just laughed (because of him!) to the point where tears have formed in the corners of your eyes and you’ve accidentally snorted, reaching up to cover your mouth and nose afterward in embarrassment. He doesn’t think that he can love you more than the way he does at this moment, so the words fly right out of his mouth and send his pulse through the roof when his mind catches onto the fact that he actually means it.

“Marry me,” he repeats in the middle of your giggles.

“What?” You ask, genuinely unaware of what he has been saying.

Javier pauses for a split second. He takes the sight of you in, not that he is contemplating if he has made the right choice because he is so sure. You are in black underwear and a loose tank top, breath minty fresh from brushing your teeth, and so beautiful in the dim glow of the bedroom. So beautiful that Javier falls in love with you a little more, “I just want you to marry me. Fuck, I want you to be my wife. I want this forever.”

It is a brilliant (or maybe tipsy) idea. He nearly falls off the bed as he moves to reach into his bedside drawer, aware of the way you are gaping at him as he has his back towards you. He fumbles for his mother’s ring which he has stashed in the bedside drawer for who-knows-how-long. As he turns back, you burst into laughter, half incredulous and half charmed by the absurdity of it all.

“Yes,” you say with the widest grin.

Javier’s eyes go wide. He suddenly feels very sober, looking down at you from where he is lying on his side, “Wait, what? You will?”

“Of course I will!” You exclaim happily, eyes flicking down to the gorgeous ring that Javier is clumsily pinching between two fingers. It looks old, its gold band’s appearance hinting that it is something with romantic nostalgia and has been worn by someone else for years. You don’t have to ask; it used to belong to the previous - or should you say original? - Mrs. Peña.

You hold out your hand. Javier eases the ring onto your finger which somehow is a perfect fit. The fact that you get to wear it now is enough to make your chest tighten with pride and anxiety due to the responsibility.

“It’s beautiful, Javi,” you sniffle, and then you throw your arms around him, pulling your body up against his chest until he automatically embraces you. His hands slip underneath your tank top, up your back, as you hug, and your hands settle on the back of his head and neck.

His grip tightens but not out of possession. Instead, it is for all the things that he wants to say but does not have the words to do so. He feels your soft hair against his cheek, closes his eyes, and gives in to your warmth. How did he ever become so lucky? You are his future, something he knows as home, someone with the face of his future children.

You stay like that for a while, and then as you start to pull away, you kiss him so hard that it’s a little ridiculous instead of romantic. The romance of it is in how you choose to ignore the taste of alcohol on his breath. Javier feels as though all air has been knocked out of him until you finally let him breathe again.

“I love you,” you smile as you say it, “Fiancé.”

“I love you too, baby,” he replies, realizing he has yet to kick off his shoes. He turns onto his back again and starts with the left.

“And happy birthday,” you continue and out of the corner of his eye, he can see you admiring the ring before laying your hand on the pillow so you can stare at it as you fall asleep again.

“Best present I’ve ever received,” he mumbles, suddenly tired from the alcohol and the emotion. He falls asleep next to you, fully clothed and still wearing a shoe on his right foot.

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Propaganda

Clark Gable (Gone With the Wind, It Happened One Night)—There's no proof that Clark Gable stripping in It Happened One Night caused the sale of undershirts to take a nosedive, but there's also no proof that it didn't do that. And either way, him saucily undressing for bed in front of a woman who was married—not to him—is too deliciously scandalous to ignore. He deserves votes for this scene if nothing else. He got an Academy Award for this movie! He could play comedy just as well as drama, he earned medals for his bravery as a bomber gunner in WW2, he competed in car races, he has a great mustache and perfect eyebrows for sexy smirking, he's just HOT.

Sidney Poitier (Lilies of the Field, To Sir With Love)—an unbelievably beautiful man, a complete class act. Something about his eyes breaks my heart every time.

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Clark Gable propaganda:

"Listen, he was "the King of Hollywood" for a reason and a suave motherfucker. Also a Major in the air force during WWII!"

"So Clark Gable was the king of Hollywood for a reason but honestly what makes him hot to me is his relationship with his wife Carole Lombard like if she loved him so she can't be wrong. Their relationship is so tragic like they met first when they filmed No Man of Her Own in 1932 and like there was nothing between them then but in 1936 they met again at a Hollywood party and this time things were different. Basically from that moment on they were inseparable and had to carry out their romance in secret until his divorce was finalized (he was separated when they met again at the party) and then they eloped in 1939 when he had a break during filming Gone With The Wind. They had a 20 acre farm together with horses, cows and chickens and they loved to do all those outdoorsy activities together. When they were apart for various work obligations they would send each other goofy gag gifts. In 1942 Carole was on a trip to sell war defense bonds when on the flight back home her plane crashed in the mountains of Nevada. Her death devastated Gable he flew to Nevada and demanded he be taken to the spot where the plane crashed despite the dangers posed by its location. Amongst the wreckage they found a hair clip he had given her for Christmas. Her death forever changed him he became more reckless and signed up for the US Army Air Corps in 1942 and he kept her bedroom unchanged in their home. He never stopped loving her when he died in 1960 he was buried next to her. I know Clark wasn't a perfect person and their is some speculation that she was racing home on that plane to him because she was worried that he was having an affair or something but relationships are complicated especially ones occurring in 1930s and 1940e Hollywood amongst two of the biggest starts at the time. (I just wanted to include this so ya know I'm not just looking at their relationship as all sunshine but like you can't deny the love they shared)

"They had an ineffable quality in romance, the ability to have fun together... they were soulmates who thought life was delicious, and they made everyone's life delicious around them" -Esther Williams

"GWtW is an epic stretching across years so Clark has a chance to show off a whole bunch of different sides, from Hot Outsider to Husband to Father and so on. But his most attractive is his final line of the movie, made only better by the story that he lobbied the Film Industry to ‘Let Rhett Curse!’ And who is more classic 30s Hollywood than this man?"

"Also apparently his name was Billy Gable then Glark Gable before finally landing on Clark Gable. A fact that I cant forget now glark gable lives in my mind now"

Sidney Poitier propaganda:

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TASTING 🍑

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: Javi teaches you something new

Warnings: smut, rimming (f!receiving), masturbation (f!receiving), dirty talking

A/N: soy tímida 😳🪭

1.2k words

“Mmm, I don't know Javi…” your voice wasn't much more than just a whisper spread in a dark room, muffled by the pillow underneath your face, eyes flickering every so often as the man all over you worked his magic in your body, claiming it as his.

Javier chuckled against your skin, always so smooth and inviting, always feeling like butter melting under his rough fingertips, the result of years working on a ranch before engaging in an equally rough police training until he made it to DEA agent and the rest was history. His hands caressed your sides, his head rested on your flesh, while you lay on your stomach, he admired your naked figure, your curves always an enticing flame to him, the way your gorgeous ass was at a display for him. It brought a powerful yearning and desire within. You felt the way Javi moved his hands over your skin, always coming back to your cheeks, stroking, caressing, slapping them and leaving a delicious burn behind.

The way you also felt his lips, dragging over your skin, light ghostly kisses on your cheeks, going all the way up the small of your back, how that devilish mustache of his scratched you all in the right places, revealed Javier's true intentions. You were so sure, you wanted to try it, but at the same time you felt embarrassed about it.

“It's okay cariño, we can stop if you don't like it… just trust me, alright mi mariposa? I just want to make you feel good” his voice wasn't much more than a purr, the same kind that would convince you to do anything he wanted; that was the problem with Javier Peña, he was a menace to you, and you loved every bit of him. Your heart pounded and your wetness flooded your cunt, feeling the familiar, tingling sensation as you reached for some friction, moving your hips towards nothing, as his hands held you in place. You wanted it, so why was the embarrassment making you so prude and stuck? It didn't make any sense, it was Javi, your Javi, and he always made you reach the sky however he could, you had nothing to fear or be ashamed of, the way a knot of longing and desire was forming down your core was driving you nuts, you could feel beads of sweat emerging from under your hair. It was time to make a decision, and to Javier, your answer would always be yes, no matter what.

“Mhmm, okay…” your voice was shaky and he chuckled, sensing how nervous you were. There was no reason for that, he'd promised to make you feel good and he was going to do it. You trusted each other, if something was a ‘no’, it would be a ‘no’. No questioning and no whining, just pure and simple respect.

“Relax, cariño… I'll take good care of you”

Javi's reassurance was more than enough, he'd always taken care of you and above all, he was an experienced man who had quite a few tricks up his sleeve, ready to show you. You closed your eyes as you felt his lips ghosting over your ass cheeks once more, his hands moved from your hips to the curve of your ass, the anticipation and anxiety building up more and more, as you couldn't wait.

Javi adjusted the pillow under you, so you could be in a comfortable position, your hips slightly lifted up as he parted your cheeks carefully. He squeezed them, they were so soft underneath his touch, his cock was already throbbing on its own only at that simple motion, but spotting your tight back home and your glistening pussy sent a whole new wave of arousal straight to his cock and he couldn't help but moan at the sight. Fuck, it was sexy, inviting, and now, it was all his. Your holes, both of them. Javier was about to show you how good having fun with the two of them could really be.

“Fuck, hermosa, you are so beautiful… such a tight little asshole” he praised you so explicitly it made your face heat up with embarrassment. Javi was so obscene and dirty and you loved it.

As he kept your cheeks spread apart, he got closer, his lips kissing them internally, as they made their way towards your core. Your pussy was already soaked, he could see how turned on you were and he just knew it was time to act. Javi ran his tongue over your pussy, loving to taste your sweet honey, exactly the way he enjoyed it, always welcoming your whimpers and purrs, but this time, he wasn't just going to pay attention to your addictive pussy, instead, he dragged his tongue over your rear hole, wetting it slowly, while he felt your muscles clenching at his soft tongue. You, on the other hand, didn't expect to feel it that way. It was good, more than good actually, it felt so intense. The way you simply spread your legs wider, wanting to give Javier more access, so you could experience it again. And at that slight movement, Javi understood your message perfectly, as he repeated his motion once more, this time faster and more intensely. Holding you spread apart, his tongue circled your asshole, licking it hungrily as all the tension in your body had dissolved. You were so at ease, grinding your hips against the pillow, feeling the slightest friction against your clit, each time you moved more, you could feel your wetness dripping down your inner thighs. Burying your fingers into the sheets, your mouth letting you the dirtiest words, moans and pleas. You called Javi's name as a prayer, because no man in the world could make you feel that way, no man would ever make you feel the way he did, it was unique, he was unique. You loved him, you wanted to tell him that, but you didn't have to, not with words when your body did all the talking, when you arched your back in pleasure and looked backwards at him, taking your free hand to his head, sinking your fingers into his messy hair and pressing his face even more so against your ass. He loved to see how good the experience was; he loved to see how hungry your holes were for him, they were all pulsating, clenching and gaping for you. He decided you deserved more than just his devilish tongue in your asshole, your needy juicy pussy also required his attention, so while he wouldn't take a break from eating your delicious ass, he took his fingers to your folds, his digits toying between them, feeling up the wetness and spreading it all over. Your clit throbbed, puffy and sensitive to his touch, as Javi rubbed it a few times until he finally inserted his fingers inside. Your cunt was so slippery, your walls squeezing his thick digits as you were already used to their presence inside of you. You'd always been so good to him. Javi didn't waste time and began moving his hand, fingering you at the same pace his tongue worked his magic in your ass. And all you could do was to give in to him, offer yourself on a silver platter for Javier. He owned you, even more so when he made you cum that hard. After showing you how good it felt to have both holes involved in your fun. It was just the beginning, you knew it. Javi would take you entirely as his, but you wanted more and more. He was capable of giving you the pleasure you never dreamed you could get one day and you loved him for that.

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Always Ever Only You Part 16 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You're convinced you and Bradley could go on the same date a million times over, and you would find something new to love about it each time. You don't want the weekend to come to an end, but at least you get to enjoy time with a favorite visitor on Sunday evening. 

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, smut, pregnancy discussion

Length: 5000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

Bradley was dressed and lounging back on the pillows with his arms tucked behind his head. You were getting ready to go out, and he was thoroughly enjoying watching you put on your red lingerie. His favorite set.

"We could just stay in," he murmured as you clasped your bra and rolled your eyes. Your face was made up and you were standing at the foot of the bed wearing barely anything at all. "We should just stay in."

You scoffed and said, "You should let Tramp out so we can leave in twenty minutes. I want to eat hot sauce with my sexy husband."

"Fine," Bradley sighed with a smile, pausing in the doorway to watch you slip your red dress over your head. The same one you wore on your first date together. The one Bradley loved you in every time you wore it. And then he walked through the kitchen to let Tramp outside. Your new French press was on the counter along with the half unpacked Amazon box that neither of you had time to get to all week. But he reached inside and pulled out one of his new notebooks and took a pen out of the drawer.

Bradley had been working late all week for various reasons. He'd missed a lot while he was deployed. Plus the Slayer and Dean court-martial was moving ahead. And also, Maverick had offered him the chance to meet some pilots fresh out of flight school with the promise that Bradley could help with some training exercises in the coming months. He was tired. Next month was his thirty-seventh birthday. He was feeling his age.

He clicked the pen in his hand and opened the notebook to the first page.

My wife does this thing, and it drives me absolutely wild. When I tell her I'm tired or point out a gray hair in my mustache or mention that I've been feeling my age, she just laughs at me. Sure, I can still run ten miles and lift weights for hours on end, but she can wear me out in an instant. Emotionally, mentally, or physically. She can say one sentence to me like, "I want to go eat hot sauce with my sexy husband," and I am emotionally tanked for the rest of the day. Because I fucking believe her. She actually does want to eat her favorite food with me. And she actually does think I'm sexy. And she's too smart, so trying to keep up with her mentally drains me every single time. And physically... Well. That's where she manages to

"You ready to go, Roo?" you asked, walking into the kitchen looking exactly like you had more than a year and a half ago when you and he were just starting to fall in love. Well, he was already half in love with you by the time that first date rolled around. And by the end of the night, he was a goner.

"What's wrong?" you asked, reaching out for his hand with a little crease between your eyebrows.

"Nothing," he rasped as his eyes dipped down to your cleavage. "Just thinking about how I don't even have to try to play it cool tonight, unlike on our first date." He leaned down and kissed your lips softly and then added, "You look fucking incredible."

"I don't care what you say, we're not staying in for the night," you whispered, running your fingers along his tattoo and pulling him in for a kiss that was clearly at odds with your words.

"Whatever you say, Sweetheart," Bradley replied. He let Tramp back inside and then walked out to the Bronco with your hand in his. And then he got to do one of his favorite things. He opened the door for you, helped you climb in, and buckled your seatbelt. But as he started to pull his right hand away from your body, you caught it and held him close.

"Hey," you whispered. "I don't have to try to play it cool tonight either."

"No?" he asked, his eyes fluttering closed as your lips met his.

"No. I love you so much," you replied. "And I would go on the same date with you a million times, because each time would be a little different, and I know I would remember them all."

Bradley could feel goosebumps on your arm, and your eyes looked a little vulnerable. Last time you and he had visited the hot sauce restaurant and the pier from your first date, it had been on your birthday. And you cried that night. A lot. Because you wanted to be pregnant, but you weren't. He briefly wondered how many other times you'd cried for that reason that he didn't even know about.

He wanted a baby. He still did. But it wasn't his top priority. He understood now how much you'd let it hurt you month after month. And it wasn't the same for him. He knew that now. And he didn't want you to feel like you were failing yourself, your relationship or him ever again. Because you weren't. You were more than enough.

"I remember every minute I've ever spent with you, Sweetheart. And I dream about it when I'm deployed. And I want to have decades of stuff to remember."

"Just keep feeding me hot sauce."

"I fucking plan on it."

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The ride up to Del Mar was beautiful. The sky faded from orange to purple as Bradley drove and sang along to his Motown playlist with his hand on your thigh. You thought about how you had a panic attack on your birthday after the negative pregnancy tests, but the memory of it didn't hurt as much now.

"What are you thinking about, Baby Girl?"

You glanced at your husband out of the corner of your eye as he parallel parked the Bronco in front of the restaurant. "Honestly?"

He met your eyes briefly as he straightened out the tires. "Yeah, honestly."

"I still want to have a baby, Roo," you said easily, this time without your heart aching. "I still think about it. But it doesn't make me upset like it used to."

He killed the engine, and coaxed you over to his lap. "Come here." When you were settled on him with your hands on his shoulders, he kissed you. "I still think about it, too. I still want it. But not at the expense of this," he added, gesturing between his body and yours before he let his big hand settle on your hip. "I don't want anything at the expense of this."

You took a deep breath and nodded. "Neither do I. And I know we agreed we can talk about this at length in a few more months, but I don't want to stop trying. And if there's still something wrong after a year, maybe we can talk to some doctors?"

"There's nothing wrong with us, okay? There's never going to be anything wrong. But if we still don't get pregnant, there are other options," he told you gently. "Like... fertility treatment or adoption agencies. But whatever we do, it's 50/50. We do it together. And I promise I'll take care of you better than I did before."

You were silent for a beat, because these were things you'd already thought about. "Yeah?"

He nodded. "I'm just saying, if we want a baby, there are other ways to make it happen. But I'm never going to stop wanting to fuck you, so don't think for a second that we're taking that off the table."

You shook with silent laughter before your giggles bubbled over. "Okay, we won't take that off the table, Roo."

He kissed your cheek and said, "Keep your pussy on the table." But he was laughing too, and you felt really good inside. His hands were heavy on your hips, and his lips were nipping at your neck. "Just let me feed you hot sauce and love you, and then we'll figure the rest out later if we even need to. I wanna give it a little more time, okay? Some more time with you off birth control. Some more time with us just being us. Like this."

"Yes," you agreed. "This is perfect. This feels good."

Now he was rubbing his mustache along your cleavage, and you knew you needed to get him inside the restaurant while you still could. "I'm hungry," you whispered.

"Me too," he agreed with a smirk.

"For dinner," you clarified with a laugh.

When you finally got him inside the restaurant, you could hear his stomach growling, so you didn't feel too bad. "Order two meals you want to try, Baby Girl," he said casually once you were seated.

You loved it when he let you do that, which was most of the time. And he always let you finish whichever one you liked better. And he never complained. You could feel his eyes on your body when you walked around to look at all the hot sauces on the shelves. Every time you glanced at him across the restaurant, he gave you a little nod or a wink. And there was no doubt in your mind that you were just as attracted to him now as you were the first time you were here.

When you brought some that you wanted to try back to your table, a brand new bottle of your favorite green sauce was sitting next to your favorite beer. "How am I supposed to deal with you, Bradley?"

"It's your favorite. And it's a tradition."

You laughed. "You bought me a whole case of 12 bottles online."

"You go through a bottler per week."

"That's actually fair."

Then your meals were delivered to the table, and you doused both of them in a rainbow of sauces and started eating. The two of you ended up sharing both meals, because you couldn't decide which one you liked better. And that one beer made you feel calm, and now Bradley's cheeks were rosy. After your conversation in the Bronco and the past week with him, you felt like all of the weight and pressure you put on yourself was easing up.

After dinner, you were laughing as he led you down the sidewalk with his arm wrapped around your waist. And you couldn't keep your hands off him either. "Why are we passing the Bronco? We should go home."

"Not yet," he whispered in your ear.

You gasped. "Are we going back to the silent disco?"

"Well," he rasped, looking at you with a wince. "Not exactly. I've been trying to get you back there for one, but they always seem to be when I'm deployed. But I had another idea. Let's walk down the pier."

You snorted. "You just want a handjob."

"Please," he replied, leading you across the street and down the pier. "Give me a little credit. I don't just want a handjob."

"Well that's good, because there are a lot of people out tonight," you whispered as he spun you around so your back was pressed against the railing and you were looking up at his face. "You're really handsome."

His cheeks were still rosy, but you thought perhaps your words had deepened the color. You ran your fingers along his scarred neck and across his cheek and into his hair. His eyes closed as he enjoyed your touch, and you studied him closely. He looked a little older than when you met him, with a few gray hairs here and there and maybe another wrinkle or two on his face. He'd been through a lot since then. He had the scars on his arm to prove it. But you didn't want to add emotional scars; he had plenty of those already. You just let him melt into your right hand as your left rested on his chest, and you looked at your diamond ring.

It was yours now, but sometimes you still thought of it as Carole Bradshaw's ring. Not in a bad way. Just as a form of recognition. It felt like an honor that you were wearing something so special. Maybe that was thanks in part to the words Bradley had read to you from his notebook. His recent thoughts and musings. But it was clear that some things were more important than others.

"I love you," he murmured, eyes still closed. "Are you ready for your newest playlist?"

"What is it?" you asked, his question pulling you back to the pier and the grin on his face.

"Just a little something I've been thinking about and finally put together." He pulled his earbuds out of his pocket and held one up for you to take. Then he tucked the other one in his own ear and kissed your nose. "It's all the songs I can remember from the silent disco. Plus what we listened to in the car that night. Oh, and a surprise track. Because I know you'll think it's funny."

Your heart swelled as you slid the earbud into place, and a few seconds later, the Cher song that played at the silent disco was on. And your heart was beating a little faster. And you couldn't stop smiling. "You really remembered all the songs we heard that night?"

Bradley shrugged. "I may have missed some. We'll add them if you remember more, okay?"

"I love this," you gasped, throwing your arms around his neck. "I love you."

He kissed your jaw and whispered, "I told you... I remember every minute I've spent with you. Or at least the way you've made me feel at any given time. Maybe the memories of some of the songs are a little hazy for me, but I remember how fucking good you made me feel that night. And how I was proud to be there with you. I still feel that way."

"Fuck, Bradley. You can't make me cry while Britney Spears is playing."

He laughed. "Okay. Let's dance then."

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It was dark out. The other people who had been enjoying the view of the ocean from the pier had dissipated. An orange glow from the scattered lampposts softly lit your face like a dream. Bradley had taken to singing all the songs to you, just to hear you laugh and sing along yourself. The random mix of pop songs and '80s ballads and romantic Motown tunes kept a smile on your face. You laughed when Hey Soul Sister played, and you threatened to text Nat. And the whole time, Bradley held you close with his hands at your hips and waist.

"Oh," he said when the music went silent. "That's the end of the playlist."

"It's over?" you asked, leaning back against the railing and looking up at him longingly. You removed your earbud and handed it back to him.

"Baby Girl, it was almost three hours long," he informed you with a laugh.

You tipped your head back and groaned. "It was perfect." Then you gasped softly as his lips found the pretty expanse of your neck and chest which were on display for him. He was sucking gently on your collarbone as you said, "I knew I was in trouble after the first time you brought me here. You were so sincere that night."

Bradley hummed against your warm skin. "I was already thinking about spending the rest of my life with you."

"No! Stop it. We had just met." Your voice sounded breathy as he drew little shapes along your dress with his thumbs, your head still tipped back.

"Didn't matter. Already knew."

Your hands slid up from his shoulders into his hair, and he nibbled along the tops of your breasts as you made the sweetest little sounds. Your nipples were tight peaks against the fabric of your dress, and when Bradley ran his lips lower to feel you, he groaned. The texture of your lace bra filled his imagination with possibilities.

You tilted your head up, and when he met your eyes, you had the audacity to look surprised. "You're hard, Roo."

He raised one eyebrow at you, just short of rolling his eyes. "Listen... when two people love each other very, very much..."

Your laughter filled him. "Oh, is that how this works? You know, that sentence can be interpreted a lot of ways."

He had to close his eyes as you gently squeezed his length through his jeans. "It's how it works with you." He huffed out a breath when you licked his ear and added, "You make me greedy. I want everything."

You hummed softly as you unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Bradley glanced around to make sure you and he were truly alone as you whispered, "Then let's have everything. Even if it takes some time."

"I love that," he groaned as your cool hand dipped inside his boxer briefs and closed around him. One stroke and he was putty in your hands.

"And we'll start with the handjob that I was seriously contemplating giving you on our first date."

"Oh fuck, Sweetheart. You're too much." Bradley bucked against your belly as you ran your thumb along his balls. He'd let you go a little further with this, but then he was taking you home for the night. Just a little more. Each stroke was incredible as he kissed your lips.

But when you started asking him questions, he should have known he was in trouble. Because you always got unbridled information out of him when you put him in situations like this. "What do you want for your birthday, Roo?"

He was watching your hand pass over his tip as he grunted, "Another sexy calendar."

"That can be arranged," you said sweetly. "And how do you feel about me starting to save up some money for a first anniversary trip?"

"Do it," he growled as you rubbed at his precum with your thumb. But then he wrenched his hips away, and your eyes were transfixed on his cock as it leapt for you.

"You don't want to finish here?" you asked, your eyes moving up his body to his face as you licked him from your thumb.

After he zipped himself carefully back in his jeans, he said, "I don't want to ruin your dress, and I don't want to get arrested. Let's go home." He didn't even wait for you to respond. He just turned and picked you up for a piggy back ride back to the Bronco.

The drive home was similar to that very first date. After you kissed him while he fumbled with your seat belt trying buckle you in, he turned on another playlist before he started the engine. But this time he was driving to the house that you shared, not the apartment you used to live in with Maria. And he didn't have to leave you for the night to prove to himself that he could, and that maybe he was good enough. He was your husband now, and you had deemed him good enough for you.

Bradley's hand was gripping your thigh as he saw the craftsman down the block. As soon as he was pulling into the driveway, you were crawling toward him, and he barely had the Bronco in park before you were straddling his thighs.

"I want you in every way." That sentence was the best example of how you wore him out emotionally. It was fucking beautiful, and he could spend all night just thinking about it. But you were kissing him now, and he was already aroused again as he finally turned the key in the ignition.

"You own me." You really seemed to love that response as your lips stayed gentle on his and your hand drifted down his body to his zipper again. It was so dark outside, even in the neighborhood, but Bradley could see the question in your eyes as you pulled back a little bit. Maybe you wanted to make sure he wanted this, too. Maybe you wanted him inside you instead of anything else. He just wanted to be with you. "Anything you want, Sweetheart."

"Okay."

He shimmied his jeans and underwear down his hips, lifting you up as well with a soft laugh. Then you took his hands in yours and guided them slowly up under your dress. He was treated to the sight of you unzipping your dress and unclasping your bra and pulling them down so he could see your pretty tits and peaked nipples. But then his hands froze under your dress.

"You changed your underwear. Earlier tonight. After I left the bedroom."

Your laughter had your tits bouncing just enough to distract Bradley and lure his lips to them.

"Oh!" you gasped as he sucked on you. "I did. I know you like the red ones, but I wanted these instead. Do you know which ones they are?"

That was a ridiculous question, and you knew it. He ran his thumb up your slit and could feel the satin fabric and the fancy embroidered letters as you bucked. He sucked harder until you called out his name and braced your hands on his shoulders. You were wearing the underwear you had specially made for the honeymoon.

"Of course I know, Mrs. Bradshaw."

"You passed the test!"

Bradley tugged your panties to the side and thrust up into you in one fluid motion until he bottomed out. "That's a test I will always pass."

Your hands were scrambling around his neck as you leaned in closer and kissed him. He led your hips in a slow roll with his hands on your ass and whispered, "Just. Like. That."

You kept the pace going, already panting softly as he brought one hand back up to your tits. His other fingers trailed around your hip, and he tucked them inside the front of your panties. As soon as he brushed your clit with his knuckle, you whined for him. "Daddy."

It had been a while since he heard you call him that. And fuck if he didn't love it. But you looked almost surprised that you'd said it out loud, eyes wide as you rode him.

"I fucking love it when you call me that," he crooned as he pinched your nipple. Your pussy was already fluttering around him as you kept that perfect tempo. Bradley pressed his mouth to yours as you babbled incoherently, and it was just a lost cause as you raked your fingers through his hair. He came inside you as he kept pressing his knuckle to your clit.

"Come on, Sweetheart," he coaxed as your movements sped up and then slowed as your cries echoed inside the Bronco. Then your lips were all over his before you abruptly broke away.

Your voice was a sweet little gasp as you said, "Don't make a mess on the upholstery."

With a laugh rumbling deep in his chest, Bradley opened the door and lifted you down from the driver's seat. "Just one of the many reasons we're married."

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You and Bradley were lounging in bed on Sunday morning, and he was doing a really poor job of making you want to leave to meet Cam and Maria for brunch.

"Aren't you supposed to be golfing today?" you asked with a laugh as he pinned your wrists over your head on the pillow.

"Yep," he replied softly. "Supposed to meet Jake, Javy and Bob in less than an hour."

You sighed as his lips met the underside of your breast. "Shouldn't you be getting dressed then?"

"I'd rather go for round three and then drink champagne in the bathtub with you."

Now that did sound nice. The weekend had been so much fun. Going up to the hot sauce restaurant had been perfect. You were exhausted all over from having sex and taking Tramp on long beach walks and staying up too late watching movies last night. And Bradley finished reading his notebook to you and promised he'd start from the beginning all over again. Frankly, you could use a nap already, so you weren't really sure how Bradley was doing so well at the moment.

"I'm supposed to go to brunch," you whispered, and Bradley rolled off of you with a groan.

"I'll get side eye for a month from Maria and Cam if you don't go," he said. "So I guess I'll just go play golf."

"We can do round three later," you promised, kissing his ear as you climbed out of bed and started to get ready. "You want me to bring you back some avocado toast?" you asked with a smile.

He made a disgusted face. "You know I hate that stuff. I'll just day drink and eat protein bars like a normal person until you feed me dinner."

"If I decide to feed you dinner later."

Bradley's face looked panicked. "You have to. Please? Sweetheart," he called, springing out of bed and following you to the bathroom. "Please?"

"You're ridiculous, Bradley. Go get a pack of chicken out of the freezer, and I'll make you some Marry Me Rooster tonight."

"Thank you." He kissed you so long and so passionately, you actually felt a little dizzy when he walked out of the room. "He's ridiculous," you muttered as you pressed your fingertips to your lips.

When you finally made it to brunch fifteen minutes late, Cam was glaring at you. "Maria wouldn't let me order anything until you got here. And I'll just bet you're late because Lieutenant Commander Mustache was doing something nasty to you."

You burst into laughter as you slid into the booth next to him. "I mean... I was just helping him with his golf clubs."

"The two of you are fucking filthy," he replied, flagging down the waitress while you and Maria laughed.

Brunch with the two of them was always fun, and you were on your second mimosa when Bradley texted you.

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: Jake wants to know if we can watch Jeremiah tonight if he can manage to get Cat to agree to go to a movie. I told him I had to check with the boss. He laughed and said he should have just texted you instead of asking me... oh wait, I think he's texting you now. Why did I even bother? And then you got a text from Jake asking very nicely if he and Cat could drop Jeremiah off later on their way to a movie. You told them both yes, and when you got home from brunch, you started to clean up the living room. You found your underwear from last night on the coffee table, and your bra was draped over the arm of the couch.

"Don't look at me like that," you told Tramp. "We were just having a good time, okay?" Then you smiled, because you knew that your pup was going to love licking crumbs off of the one year old visitor and following him around the room. "Your friend is coming over. I expect you to be well behaved."

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"He's just so fucking cute."

"Roo! Stop swearing in front of the child!"

Bradley looked up at you from all fours on the living room floor. "Isn't he too young for it to matter?" he asked in all seriousness.

You were gaping at him like he was an idiot, and he started laughing. "The last thing I need is Cat mad at me because his first word is the f-word."

Bradley rolled his eyes. "If he doesn't learn it from me, then I'm sure he'll learn it from Jake."

"Yeah, well that's Jake's problem," you muttered, ducking back into the kitchen to check on dinner.

Bradley scooped Jeremiah up and said, "You're so freaking cute. Is that better?" The little bubble of laughter he got in response was most likely a yes, so he just went with it. "Let's see here. It's almost dinner time. And then I'll bet my hot wife will read us that book about trucks that you liked so much."

"I'll read it now," you said as you walked back into the room. "Dinner is not quite ready yet."

"Hell yes, she's going to read it to us now," Bradley said as he and Jeremiah crawled across the floor to the diaper bag where the book was stashed. He unzipped it and watched the kid reach in and pull everything out including the book. "Nice work. But my knees can't take much more."

With a groan, Bradley scooped him and the book up and carried them to the couch where you were sitting with Tramp. And you looked calm and relaxed as you held the child on your lap and opened the book. Your voice was so sweet, and you were so beautiful, Bradley noticed that Jeremiah seemed more interested in you than the story at times. And it made him smile, because that was pretty much the same way he always looked at you, too.

But he was done stressing about all of it. Bradley was in love with you, and the weekend was everything he wanted. Having a kid like Jeremiah all to yourselves would be a cherry on top of an already perfect life. And if you and he were both still keen on the idea next year, there were options to be discussed at length.

Bradley let himself hope, just the tiniest bit, that maybe you and he would get lucky before then. But he wouldn't drown in that hope like he had before. And he wouldn't let that hope overshadow how great things were right now. But he wouldn't abandon it either. He laughed as he thought about how insightful his notebook entry was going to be later tonight after Jeremiah got picked up.

"Should I read it again?" you asked, looking up at Bradley.

He kissed your cheek. "At least one more time, Sweetheart. We can't get enough of your voice."

You smiled as he and Jeremiah settled in to hear the favorite story again.

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The perfect date to do over and over. Little Jeremiah is too sweet, I'm just hoping Cat and Jake are enjoying themselves, too. Just hang in there guys... Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 17

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Something has clearly happened 👀. But also I am living for that particular mustache theory.

Q. Why are his own people suddenly upset with him?

Q. Two questions, have you seen the mustache and what are your thoughts? And why are some of Lou's fans mad at him all of a sudden?

Q. Wait, why are some of them turning on Lou, what did I miss??

Q. People are sending him messages through his Instagram and Twitter accounts asking him for some kind of sign to prove he's on set. A thumbs up or down. A smiley or frowny face anything to confirm he's there or will be there and he's ignoring all of them. People are losing their patience with the silent treatment.

A. My ask box is a stream of mustache questions and people asking why Lou's fans are getting mad at him. It's been a nice change of pace. I'm going to start with the fun mustache question. Haha, I don't mind it. It's a good way to physically show that Eddie is clearly going through a season of change. It makes sense to give him some sort of physical marker to follow his journey through. Some of the theories have been super fun to read but I'm going with it being a physical acknowledgement of Eddie searching for his true identity. A mustache works very well for that in a symbolic way (especially within gay/queer culture and history). I don't post asks that include Eddie/Ryan or Buck/Oliver hate but I have several messages from certain people upset that they gave Eddie a mustache specifically for what it represents in the gay/queer community so I think most of us had the same initial reaction to seeing the video.

As for the Lou discourse currently going on his own fandom I have no idea what that's about. I included that bottom ask because I would assume it's pretty close to the reason some of them are becoming angry. Look if Tim or ABC told him he can no longer talk about it he can't respond to them, and that's just the truth. Emojis would still be a form of talking about it so they would still count as breaking the rule, if he was instructed to no longer talk about things. If he pops up in someone's BTS video they will have their proof. Otherwise no one will now until the show releases promos or we see him in some other way. I do think though that some of them are just genuinely starting to see the reality and they're upset. With him not around to feed into their narrative the reality becomes harder and harder to ignore. And he is absolutely the only person they can be upset with because no one else was feeding into their frenzy. It's also hard to keep shouting about something that no one else, including the two actors involved, is talking about. I still think he will pop up on set at some point in the next week or so but again we won't know unless he or someone else posts something. But they're definitely not keeping his appearance a surprise. That is most definitely not what's happening. He will be around for at least a few scenes this season but it's nothing the show is going to shroud in secrecy. Because once again he's not the point of the storyline he's involved in.

Thank you Nonny for dropping this in my inbox. Much appreciated!

Ah, the moustache... it's incredible how one single appearance of Ryan with a moustache can garner such an implosion of the fandom. People are either for or against the moustache. Some find it hot and sexy, while others... don't. LOLOL! I find the whole thing funny. This is the most fun I've had in fandom in months now, so you won't hear me complaining about the moustache too much. It took some time to get used to, but after staring at that video enough, I'm okay with it now.

The fact is that Ali's right. This moustache is a sign of transformation for Eddie and since it's such an important symbol for gay/queer men, I'm fine with this new addition to Ryan's face. :)

But also, keep in mind that it could have just been an inside joke between the cast as well and Ryan's moustache could already be gone the next time we see him in some bts. All is possible.

As for Lou? I also fully expect to see him pop up one of the next weeks to film his scenes for season 8. I'm not going to lie, I would prefer to never see him again on 911, but I'm also realistic and I think he's still needed to tie up some loose ends in Buck's bi storyline. After that is done I don't think we'll see him again. Well, I hope so anyway.

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What Turned me Gay (not really): Pro Wrestling in the 90's

Pro Wrestling truly hit it's golden age in the 90's.  It was a time when sexy guys tied strings around their biceps and men intimidated each other by oiling up their pecs.  There was something magical about this time. The combination of colossal egos and a fresh crop of young jobbers each week created a spectacle that will never be replicated.

Ravishing Rick Rude and Stunning Steve Austin v Flyin' Brian and Sting

What turned me gay (not really) ...  This post, inspired by the sidelineland.com blog, takes a tongue and cheek look into "what made me gay (not really)" and my journey of discovery would not be complete without examining Pro Wrestling in the 90's, an era that definitely turned me gay. 

The Background It all began with an image.  I can't recall who or even which network it was on but there he was.  A jobber, trapped on the ring post getting hammered away by a vicious heel.  Now while I can't recall his face, I do recall the feeling it left with me.  The taught and fit jobber, the sweaty bodies, the satisfied smile on the heel. My young emotions screamed one thing; I needed to watch more of this.  

Not the Jobber in the corner I remember but sexy Lee Scott will do.

It helped that my older brother was also into wrestling.  Together we'd watch and celebrate or rag on each other depending on if our heroes won or lost.  But there was always one wrestler I fixated on, one man I obsessed over for reasons my young mind simply couldn't comprehend. That man was Ravishing Rick Rude.

Grabbing that chest won't save you!

Ravishing Rick Rude and Stunning Steve Austin v Flyin' Brian and Sting (WCW)

Ravishing Rick Rude v Hawk (WCW)

Ravishing Rick Rude v Ricky Steamboat (WCW)

That long, muscular body, that alpha energy the man gave off, but above all it was those abs of steel.  You could not tear me away from a Rick Rude match when he was flashing those abs into my television.  Rick Rude awakened something in me before I even knew I liked guys.  That persona and masculine energy was something I simply wanted more of.  With that incredible body, those sculpted arms, that tough guy mustache all worked to scramble my young brain; Rick Rude definitely turned me gay.  

Rick showing us the goods

Ravishing Rick Rude resting his head on a jobber

Then came another bombshell, one that a lot gay men out there could not get enough of, that is the one and only, Alex Wright.  

The one and only, Alex Wright

Tall and smooth, while also deceptively scaling the ropes between jobber and heel, Alex Wright was Pro wrestling's first Twunk.  The man was a stealth wrestler.  A man you'd expect to be riding around in a convertible listening to techno music, but then something would flip and that man would bring the heat.

Alex Wright v Brian Pillman 

Alex with Paul Roma

My favorite Alex matches were the few when he got to dominate.  It was almost like waking up from a spell, all those pretty muscles in that huge imposing frame weren't for show - the man was simply so drool worthy you'd forget how imposing the guy could be.  

Alex Wright fights back (sometimes)

Alex Wright was my first male lust and was all my youthful urges personified as a pro wrestler. The man absolutely turned me gay.  

The one and only Alex Wright!

What made this time so great to me was that it was a moment when pro studios excelled at fostering young talent.  Guys like Mark Jindrak brutalizing a young jobber, a kiss of the knuckles punch to take down Lee Scott, or in the case of Evan Karagias, being on the receiving end of the beatdown.  It was the perfect collision of over-the-top silliness with raw manly emotion.  This era simply had something going for it that I can't quite explain and haven't seen since.

Mark Jindrak vs. Elix Skipper (WCW)

Mean Mark (The Undertaker) v Lee Scott (WCW)

Paul Orndorff v Lee Scott (WCW)

Evan Karagias v Chris Jericho (WCW)

In spite of the beautiful smooth bodies shoved through my television, a stand out moment from my youth was witnessing the great Arn Anderson tearing down some poor jobber.  It was like hearing music for the first time and realizing that beauty does not always equal pretty. For me anyway, the sight of a no-nonsense, tougher-than-your-dad heel like Arn Anderson in his prime was undeniably beautiful and wrestling once again revealed something about myself that I didn't understand at the time but would later come to relish.

Arn Anderson v Alex Wright (WCW)

Arn for the Win! Arn Anderson v Eddie Jackson (WCW)

They say, often when you think you're at the end of something, you're actually at the beginning of something else. This certainly held true as the decade drew to a close and something seemed to shift in pro wrestling. While the same sexy, hard bodies still clashed in the ring, it felt like a part of what I once loved had moved on.

Or maybe I moved on. You see, Pro Wrestling in the '90s may have been the spark that turned me gay, but before I knew it, I was fully embracing myself as a gay man. Your formative years are funny like that. No matter how much time passes or where I am on this journey, I still can't shake that image of a faceless jobber trapped in the corner, somewhere back in the '90s.

[absurdthirst]

Protective Big Brother {Frankie Morales x Davis!F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 20.7k

Warnings: BDSM elements, rough sex, derogatory language, use of safe words, bondage, oral sex (male and female receiving), spanking, plugs/toys, anal sex, public sex, threats of violence, guns

Comments: When you come to visit Tom after breaking up with your boyfriend, you start a very satisfying fling with Frankie. Having to keep everything a secret from your overprotective asshole brother, everything comes to a head when he comes over and sees his friend doing unspeakable things to his little sister.

A/N: It is mentioned several times within the story that you are Tom's adopted sister. While I personally dislike Tom Davis....you can't choose family and it would be fun to see how he reacts!

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Frankie chuckles, sipping his beer as he listens to Benny defend his latest defeat. "The guy was left handed. It threw me off." The younger Miller brother shakes his head and you snort, "sure Ben. That's what sent you down to the ground within three rounds." You sip your own beer while the other guys snort. 

"Even my little sister can see that's bullshit." Tom nudges you playfully and Benny huffs.

"Adopted sister." You roll your eyes, knowing that even if you weren’t blood, you were still Tom's family...as much as he's an asshole, he's still your brother. Tom pouts at you and takes another sip of his beer. 

"Thank God you're adopted." Benny quips, winking at you. "Don't want to look like him."

"Fuck you, Ben." Tom throws Benny a finger and the guys start laughing while Benny throws another insult towards the other man.

You set your beer down, looking over at Frankie. God, he looks so sexy with his worn "Standard Oil" cap and scruffy mustache. You wonder how it would feel between your- "Are you listening to me?" Tom huffs and you turn to look at him. 

"Huh?" You ask, still a little lost in your fantasy of Frankie. 

"I asked if you want to go to the girls' soccer game tomorrow?" He asks and you nod, "sure. That sounds good." You sip your beer again, trying to not get distracted by Frankie.

Frankie’s brow furrows, wondering what has you distracted. You seem like you are off in your own little world and he wonders if you have something going on in your personal life that you are musing over. As Tom’s sister, you’ve always been firmly off limits, but he has eyes and he’s surprised that you aren’t talking about a boyfriend. Although Tom probably discourages that as much as possible. 

“Fish.” He looks away from you to see Benny grinning at him. 

“What?” He asks, making his friend giggle. 

“You’re lost in lala land, man.” Benny teases.

“A lot of that going around.” Tom grumbles.

You roll your eyes at your brother, taking another sip of your beer. After a moment, your eyes flick back to Frankie. God, he’s so sexy and you just know he has capable hands. Your gaze drops to his hand, that tiny little bullseye tattoo he has there makes you want to lick it. 

“Jesus, you are out of it.” Benny shakes his head and you shake your head at the younger Miller brother. 

“And? I have a right to be. I just broke up with my boyfriend.” You tell the younger brother, revealing the real reason that you are visiting your brother and his family in Florida.

Frankie hates the way that his entire body comes to attention at the news that you are single. You are off limits, he tells himself, just like he’s told himself every time you come around them. Luckily, you’ve been with this now discarded boyfriend most of this time and Frankie doesn’t encroach. 

“Damn, what happened?” Benny is probably Frankie’s favorite person right now for asking the question that he wants to know most. He leans forward and tries to look nonchalant as he waits for the answer.

You sigh, knowing you can’t tell them the entire truth about why you broke up with your boyfriend. “We just wanted different things. He wanted me to be his little housewife. Pregnant and cooking his breakfast lunch and dinner but that- I’m not ready for that. Not sure I ever will be. I just - we had different interests. Different…desires.” You finish, clearing your throat before you sip your beer again, avoiding looking at any of the men surrounding you.

Frankie hisses under his breath but Tom is scowling fiercely enough to kill your ex with a look. “Do I need to kill him?” He demands, hand tightening around his beer bottle. “Did he hurt you? Force you to do shit you didn’t want to do?” Tom can be questionable at times, they all can, but right now he’s in protective big brother mode. Years of special forces training just itching to be put to use.

You reach out to touch your brother’s upper arm. “No. We are - he understood and he didn’t do anything to hurt me.” You huff under your breath, “that was the issue.” Tom is too busy acting like the Tasmanian Devil from Looney Tunes to really listen to you. “He didn’t force me to do anything. Calm down. It’s over and I am here. I’m fine. Seriously Tom, no need to go and find him and kick his ass.”

Frankie, due to years of watching for signals and loud engines, reads lips. Smirking at your uncaught comment, he slaps Tom on the shoulder. “Relax man, she would come to you if something happened.” He tells his friend. “Besides, it wouldn’t just be you hiding the body.” His dark eyes turn to you. “We’d all help if he had stepped over the line.”

You roll your eyes, “like having multiple protective brothers.” Tom relaxes, downing the rest of his beer. Your eyes meet Frankie’s, noticing the downturn of his mouth at that comment. 

Benny distracts you, “hell yes. I’ll kick their ass.” He promises, putting his fists up. Tom snorts, reaching out to slap Benny’s shoulder. 

“I know you got my back. Listen, I’m gonna get to bed. Long ass day and Molly gets pissed when I get into bed stinking of beer. Gonna take a shower and get some sleep. You two-” He points at Frankie and Benny, “are gonna spend the night. You’ve had some beers and I don’t need to be bailing your ass out of jail in the morning.” 

Frankie shakes his head, “I’ve had three beers man.” He huffs but Tom just points at him. 

“Guest room is occupied but the sofa and the pull out sofa are free.” He tells Benny who nods, swaying a little as he gets up. He might’ve indulged after his recent defeat. 

“I call the pull out sofa.” He stumbles to walk to Tom’s den, pulling out the sofa with Tom’s help. 

“Night.” Your brother tells you, “get some sleep.” 

You nod, looking over at Frankie. “You want some water?” You ask him, knowing he will likely leave anyway. 

“Sure.” He nods and you walk into Tom’s kitchen, grabbing a water from the fridge. 

“I bet Benny has already passed out.” You chuckle, handing him a bottle.

“Yeah.” Frankie chuckles and twists off the cap. He’s sober. The three beers he’s nursed was over the course of hours, but he wasn’t going to argue about staying. Not if it meant getting to spend a little more time with you. “So I guess I should say that I’m sorry you broke up with your boyfriend, but I’m not.” Frankie tells you. “Sounds like he was a douchebag and not good enough.” He gives you a grin as he tips the bottle back to down half of it in three large swallows.

You lean back against the counter, watching him and you want to just lean in and kiss his neck, see how he reacts. “Yeah I- I miss him but we just weren’t compatible. He wanted soft and sweet. I wanted…well, I wanted something different.” You admit, biting your lip. Frankie’s hands look so capable, you want to know what it would feel like to be spanked by him. Many would say the pilot is sweet but you’ve seen sides to him that tell you he can be rough when he needs to be, to be in charge. 

“What do you want?” Frankie asks, almost challenging you to tell him, curiosity sparked. 

You look him in the eye, knowing that it’s now or never. “I wanted it rough. I wanted him to destroy me and leave me begging for more. I wanted him to choke me and spank me and shove his cock down my throat so hard that I gagged. I wanted to be used. He was too sweet and felt awkward to do it. I wasn’t satisfied sexually and I had to end it.”

“Jesus.” He hisses quietly, eyes sliding over to the door to make sure that Tom wasn’t lurking. He’s sure your over protective brother would beat his ass just for hearing what you want. Especially if he could tell the way that Frankie’s cock leapt to attention. 

“Really?” His dark eyes find yours again and he gives you a tiny smirk. “You think you could actually take that, princesa? Playing the whore?” His voice dips down, low and raspy. God, he’s fantasized about you, in so many different ways, but the idea of spanking you? Stuffing your throat with his cock and making you scream his name? Fuck, he wants that.

You gasp under your breath, stomach twisting with arousal from his question and the way his voice feels in a way you’ve never heard before. You nod, “I could take it. I want to take it. Be stuffed full and used for pleasure. Like a dirty little whore.” You step closer to him, unable to help yourself. “To be dripping cum and satisfied because I was used for my holes.”

“Fuck.” Frankie bites his lip, knowing what he wants, but there is the small fact that you are Tom’s sister. But right now, he doesn’t care. “Push two fingers into your cunt right now.” He demands, wanting to see you push your hand under your leggings, to see if you would blindly follow his orders.

You can’t stop the surprised moan that escapes your lips and you follow his order immediately, but you decide to have a moment of fun. You slowly slide your hand down your stomach before dipping into your leggings. You rub your clit for a moment until you are pushing two fingers into your already wet cunt. Your eyes meet Frankie’s as you moan, leaning back against the kitchen counter.

God, you’re sexy. He’s known that forever, but the way that you look with your eyes fluttering has his cock swelling against the seam of his jeans. “Stop.” He growls, reaching over and grabbing your arm to drag your hand out and he brings your hand up to his mouth and slides your fingers into it with a groan.

You whimper at the way his lips wrap around your fingers. “Oh God.” You choke, loving the sinful look in his eyes. “Frankie.” You plead, not vocalizing what you want when your pussy is now dripping with need for him and only him. “Please.” You beg again when he releases your fingers.

“Are you on birth control?” Frankie asks roughly, wanting to know if he needs to go out to his truck to get the condoms out of the glove box. “Because I’m clean, and if you are, you’re going to be bent over your big brother’s table and fucked like the little whore you’re begging to be.” He growls out. “You can’t make a sound. Can’t let anyone know that his friend is burying his cock in your little cunt.”

"Shit. Yes. Yes. I - I'm on the pill and just got tested after my ex." You promise, unable to believe he is going to fuck you. And in your brother's house. You're dripping with anticipation and you reach out to squeeze him through his pants, eyes widening slightly at how thick he is. "Please Frankie. Touch me." You are almost sobbing with need, wanting to be used by him, filled by him.

A quick fuck isn’t what he had imagined when he thought about fucking you, but he was going to take what he could get. Leaning in, his lips crash over yours and his tongue plunges into your mouth for a kiss while he fumbles with his zipper.

You reach up to tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he pulls his cock out. You reach between you to wrap your fingers around him after removing one hand from his hair, your lips still pressed together and you need him to be inside of you. You pump him a couple of times, wanting to hear him moan. “God Frankie. You’re - want you inside of me.”

He hisses, twitching in your hand and he bats it away so he can turn you around and bend you over the table. The same table that you sit with your nieces and your brother and Molly and eat. “Fuck.” Hooking his fingers under the band of your leggings and panties, he strips them down and grabs a handful of your ass while he kicks your legs apart. Treating you roughly like you said you wanted and spitting in his hand to smear it over his cock before he lines up and pushes inside you.

You cry out and he slaps his hand over your mouth. “Be quiet.” He hisses, not even allowing you a moment before he is pushing deep inside of you. 

“Oh fuck.” You hiss into his palm, muffled as he starts to fuck you. It’s what you needed, his free hand squeezing your hip hard enough to leave bruises and you love how his hips slap against your ass.

“Fuck.” He covers your body, practically laying over you while his cock drills into your tight cunt relentlessly. “This what you needed? To get fucked like the nasty little whore you are?” His words are growled into your ear, through clenched teeth every time that little cunt squeezes him like a vice. You’re better than he ever imagined.

You whine against his palm, nodding as you let him use you. Your legs ache as you shift onto your tiptoes to allow him to go even deeper and he hits something that makes your legs shake. The table scraps a little with each movement but you’re past the point of caring if anyone comes into the kitchen, too obsessed with how he feels ramming into you.

“Knew you would be tight.” Frankie huffs quietly, his other hand letting go of your hip and reaching up to squeeze your breast. “Gonna look so pretty dripping my cum.” He grins and nips your ear when you clench down around him again. “You’re gonna sleep with it inside you, aren’t you?”

You nod against his hand, willing to do whatever this man wants of you. The way he fucks into you, drilling your pussy is making you drip onto the kitchen floor, your eyes closing as you struggle to maintain the last shred of composure you have to stop yourself from screaming. Your legs shake and you are grateful he is pressing you into the table because you could easily collapse from the intensity of the sex. You're so close, his fingers pinch your nipple and it sends you over the edge. You clamp down on him, biting his hand to stop yourself from crying out and alerting the rest of the house to your pleasure.

Frankie groans, almost in pain from how well you are squeezing him. Making him quicken his pace and fuck into you been even harder, the table shaking underneath you. Half dozen more pumps of his cock and he’s driving deep inside, biting down on your shoulder while he spills hot ropes of cum into you.

You pant, enjoying how it feels to have his cum paint your walls. You sigh, relaxing beneath him against the table and you love how he kisses your shoulder after biting your skin. “Thank you.” You murmur after he removes his hand from your mouth. “Sorry for biting your hand.” You chuckle, almost drunk from the pleasure.

He chuckles against your ear, breath warming and panting. “Don’t worry about that, princesa.” He rolls his hips once more before he starts to slowly pull out of you so he doesn’t cause any of the cum to fall out. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Rough sex was one thing, but he doesn’t want to really hurt you. He respects you and cares about you.

“No. No. I loved it. It was just what I needed.” You promise him, shifting to stand up and quickly pull your leggings up to make sure none of his cum escapes. You wobble and he grabs your waist to keep you upright. “I loved that.” You tell him, kissing his jaw.

“Good.” His eyes are soft now, leaning in and kissing your lips once more. “Go to bed now, princesa.” He urges you. “Unless you aren’t tired yet and you want to hang out with me on the couch.” He offers, knowing that he doesn’t want to push you away.

You bite your lip, knowing you should go to bed but you don’t want to. You’ve always had a crush on Frankie and you have always wanted to know more about him, more than what your brother has told you. “I’m not tired yet.” You tell him, walking a little awkward with his cum pooling in your panties as you settle on the sofa he’s supposed to be sleeping on.

Frankie nods and looks over at you, pleased to see the still fucked-drunk look on your face. “Was that what you wanted or do you need more?” He asks. “There’s a lot you could do but it’s- it’s intense.”

Your ears perk up, wondering what he means. “Such as? What - what would you do? I enjoyed that. It’s definitely what I needed. What else would you do? If you have another chance.” You inquire, biting your lip as you think about him fucking you again.

Grinning at your most hopeful expression, he leans in closer. “Well, since you're such an eager little thing, I want to train that gag reflex of yours, hold you on my cock and see all the tears streaming down your face.” He smirks. “Maybe control your breathing with my hand around your throat while I fuck you harder than tonight.”

You inhale sharply, your entire body lighting up despite only just cumming moments ago. Your cunt clenches around nothing, pushing more of his cum out of you. “Oh God. Yes. Yes. I want that. Please sir.” It slips out before you can truly think about it, desperate to be dominated and used, you want him to do all of that and more.

His brow shoots up, surprised that you are into this. Not all women are and it’s something that he doesn’t really think about because he would never pressure anyone into it, but he’s got some kinks of his own. “You gonna let me tie you up? Spank your ass until you can’t sit down?” He bites his lip. “Fuck your ass?”

You couldn’t stop the moan that escapes your lips even if you tried. “Yes. God yes. All of that. Can we - are you sure you want to do this? I know Tom can be - well…he’s a dick and I don’t want you to be worried about him. Let’s - I’m here for another month so we can keep it secret. Between us so he doesn’t kill you but Frankie, I want you. I want you to show me how good sex can be.”

The fact that you’re Tom’s sister kept him from making a move on you before, but you’re also a grown ass woman. “You can always come over to my place.” He offers, looking around the house. “Less people to overhear since it’s just me.” He can’t help but be extremely proud of the fact that you want him and not Benny or Will. Even if Will was currently going through a breakup with his fiancée. “Think about the things you want and come up with your safe words” He tells you. “Hard and soft limits.”

You nod, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Text me. I can try and sneak out from here without Tom knowing. I’ll tell him I’m going shopping or something.” You smile, excited for what satisfaction this could bring. You grin, “I better get to bed before Tom comes out for his water bottle. I’ll talk to you soon, baby.” You wink and stand up, “gotta go wash your cum from inside of me.”

Frankie watches you walk out of the room before he stretches out on the couch and kicks his shoes off. He can’t believe that he got to touch you, that he gets to touch you again. Tom might kick his ass if he ever found out, but it was worth the risk.

The next morning, you enter the kitchen to see Frankie, Tom and Benny having some coffee while Molly rushes around to prepare breakfast. “You want some help?” You ask your sister in law. 

She nods, “you can pour the boys some more coffee.” You grab the fresh pot and walk over to the table, serving Tom then Benny and then Frankie. Your eyes meet Frankie’s and you smile at him, trying to not be obvious but you haven’t stopped thinking about how he felt inside of you.

Frankie sends you a small wink, having watched you walk in and he can’t help but grin while he sits in the same spot he had fucked you at. “You’re mighty cheerful this morning.” Benny huffs beside him, looking slightly hungover. 

“I drank less than you.” Frankie shrugs and leans over to knock his shoulder into the younger man’s. “Not hungover.”

You smirk and settle down beside Frankie as Molly serves the breakfast, Benny - as usual - digs in to help himself. You snort and Frankie chuckles, making your stomach twist with how fucking attractive he looks wearing the worn cap. “Good sleep on the sofa?” You ask him.

“Slept like a baby.” Frankie tells and Tom chuckles.

“We’re soldiers, we can sleep anywhere.” He boasts. “I ever tell you about the time Fish was sleeping standing up?” He asks, shaking his head. “Son of a bitch had his glasses on and we were convinced he was awake!”

You giggle, “no you didn’t tell me about that.” You watch Frankie roll his eyes. 

“I had been up all night and just needed twenty minutes to recharge.” 

You imagine all of them during their deployments, realizing how crazy it must’ve gotten. “Plus that good dream you had last night.” Benny pipes up, “moaning and shit. I woke up to get a water and all I heard was a fucking wet dream coming from the sofa.”

Frankie rolls his eyes, huffing. “You were just dreaming shit.” He tells Benny, since he didn’t fuck you on the couch. “Besides,” he nods towards the girls. “There are kids at the table.”

Tom nods in agreement, “and my sister doesn’t need to hear about that shit.” 

You roll your eyes at that, “I am not a child.” 

Tom scoffs, “you are to me.” You huff, sipping your coffee and knowing that Tom will never stop being the asshole he was born to be. You are intrigued by the news that Frankie seemed to have a wet dream. You’ll ask him about that later.

The rest of breakfast passes relatively easily. Managing to concentrate on his food helps, but there are plenty of brushes of your knees under the table. He groans when he sits back and rubs his stomach. “I’ll help clean up, but then I’ve got to head home.” He tells everyone. “Laundry to do before the work week.”

Tom nods, “alright man.” Frankie stands up, taking his dishes over to the sink and you follow him, looking at him as you wash up, fingers brushing when you hand him the dish soap and you swear your pussy is dripping from the simple touch. Before Frankie leaves, you tell Tom you are going to go to the beach and read. Your eyes flick over to Frankie, hoping he gets your meaning. Your brother nods, telling you to take Molly’s car. “I’ll see you around man.” Tom slaps Frankie on the shoulder as he leaves, Benny leaving alongside him and you step forward to hug Frankie, your entire body lighting up as you try to keep your touch innocent. 

“I’ll text you.” You whisper, wanting to see him later.

Frankie squeezes your back, letting you know that he heard you and pulls away. “I’ll see you soon.” He hums, just like he normally does, but he knows it will be very soon. He’s going to go home, jump in the shower and pick up his house to make sure everything is neat for when you come over. Sure that you will end up in bed, he needs to change the sheets.

You watch him drive off in his truck before you rush back inside. Determined to shower and shave and scrub before you head over to his house. You want to look good for him. You also need to write down the soft and hard limits and decide on a safe word - something you haven’t really needed before. After shoving the list into your bag, you text him, asking if you can come over. 

You’re ready to go to him, wearing a bikini and coverup to continue your ruse that you’re going to the beach. When he texts back to come over, you tell Tom you’re going to the beach and he tells you to text him once you’re there and you roll your eyes but agree to text him. “I’m not a kid.” You huff and he snorts, “you are to me.” With a shake of your head, you leave the house and make your way over to Frankie’s.

Dressed in just a pair of jeans, Frankie rolls his eyes at himself. Telling himself that this isn’t 50 Shades of Grey and changes into a pair of sweats, keeping his feet and chest bare. He’d fucked you without doing much more than baring his cock and this time he was going to see every inch of you. His dick twitches in anticipation and it’s kind of a rush to sneak around with you. His house is picked up, not that it was that dirty to begin with, Army training didn’t allow for that. Waiting and already starting to harden at what he was going to do to you today.

You pull up outside of Frankie’s, texting Tom to tell him you’re at the beach, then you get out of the car and head towards Frankie’s front door. Your heart is pounding in anticipation, the list in your purse, and you are excited for what is gonna happen. When Frankie opens the door, you inhale sharply at the sight of his bare chest. Littered with healed wounds and scars, you want to reach out and touch but he steps aside to let you in before you can make a move. “Hey hermosa. Come in.” 

When you’re inside, you take the list out of your purse, holding it out to him. “I wrote everything down.”

Frankie takes the list and waves you towards the couch. You look sexy in the little cover up that shows your bikini underneath but he needs to talk to you before he makes you strip down. “Good. We need to talk about the ground rules before we go any farther.” He sits down and doesn’t open the paper yet. “First, while you are fucking me - you aren’t fucking anyone else.” He narrows his eyes. “I don’t share. And I promise you that I won’t be fucking anyone else either. I don’t do that shit.”

You nod, “no one else. I don’t want to have anyone else fucking me except you.” You promise, knowing that anyone else would be disappointing when compared to Frankie. You eye the paper in his hand, hoping he’s okay with your limits. You don’t want to be fisted or any water sports. You draw the line at scat. And no knife play. You did your research.

You nod, flustered as you think of another safe word until it hits you. “Strawberry. I love strawberries.” You tell him, wiping your hands on your cover up as anticipation lights up your entire body. “As for the stop light system. Red is stop? Green is good?” You ask, new to all of this but fuck if you aren’t already dripping with need for him.

Smirking, he nods at you. “Another thing…..” he licks his lips and his eyes drop down to your mouth. “When you're restrained and your mouth is full, blink three times fast and I’ll check in with you.” He definitely dreamed about that last night - that was what Benny heard when he was on the couch.

You unconsciously do the action and he nods in appreciation, his cock already hard in anticipation. He shifts closer, his mouth nearly touching yours when you pull back. “One last thing…Tom can never find out. He would kill us both.” You tell Frankie who scoffs. 

“I’d be buried six feet under before you, hermosa. Trust me, he can’t find out.” 

You hum in agreement and lean closer, “now kiss me Morales.”

You moan into his mouth, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging in an effort to rile him up. His hands grab your ass and you love it. You love how he is manhandling you already, his fingers digging into your flesh to pull you even closer, his hard cock pressed against your bikini bottoms.

“Fuck.” He had meant to get you on your knees, try out that mouth that he’s dreamed about. But right now, you’re in his arms and you're wearing too many goddamn clothes. Pulling away, he drags the cover over your head and tosses it aside. Not bothering to do more than yank your bikini top down so he can cup your tits and dive into them, greedily wrapping his lips around one nipple.

“Oh shit Frankie.” You cry out, cupping the back of his head as he bites down on your nipple, hard enough to make you gasp. He smirks against your flesh and switches to the other tit, his hands roughly kneading them both as he bites and sucks. “Fuck. Let me - I want to - to suck your cock. Please.” You beg, wanting to please him.

Frankie growls, pulling off your nipple with a harsh pop and he lowers his hand to smack your ass. “Take your fucking bottoms off.” He orders as you scramble off his lap. “I want to see if your cunt will drip onto the floor while my cock’s down your throat.”

You whimper and tug on the strings that keep the bottoms on your body. You toss them aside, loving the way his dark eyes trail down your body, fixing on the curls between your thighs, and you shift to kneel in front of him, reaching for the band of his sweatpants so you can take his hard cock out. When you see him, you moan, mouth practically watering. You didn’t get to see him last night, just felt him, and in the daylight, you can appreciate the beautifully cut head along with the veins that run along his length. “God.” You exhale, wrapping your fingers around his girth and you shuffle closer so you can flick your tongue to gather up the drop of pre-cum that has gathered.

There’s plenty of porn centering around getting your dick sucked or the friend’s sister, but you blown them out of the fucking water. Immediately his hand is on the top of your head, wanting to press you down onto his length but he doesn’t. Not yet. Instead he just rests it there and watches and you explore his cock. Grunting when you press your tongue against the slit. “You like it?” He asks gruffly. “You seemed to like it when it was buried in that tight little cunt of yours.”

You moan, kitten licking the tip before you look up at him. “Your cock is beautiful. God, it felt so good inside of me. Want it down my throat.” You smirk until you are wrapping your lips around the head, closing your eyes as you take him into your mouth.

“Eyes open.” Frankie orders you sharply, smirking when your eyes pop open instantly. “Good girl.” Your moan around his cock makes it twitch. “Want to see your eyes water when you reach the end of my cock, because you’re going to take it all, aren’t you? Like the good little cock slut you are.” You had put down that you wanted to be called names, and whore and slut were at the top of the list. So he was going to give you what you wanted.

His words ignite the fire inside of you, making you drip onto his floor at how fucking hot the derogatory names are coming from his lips. You keep your eyes open, working his cock deeper until you are gagging around his thick length. “Try again.” He orders, pushing you down. You inhale through your nose, his cock pressing down your throat and you concentrate on taking it, wanting to please him. When you feel like you’re not going to be sick, you take him even deeper. Eyes now watering from the effort but you daren’t close your eyes.

He groans at the way your mouth feels. The soft palate and your tongue rubbing him combined with the soft sucks makes him eager to fill your mouth. He’s gonna cum down your throat, then he’s going to see how wet you are and tease you until he is ready to fuck you again. “Fuck yes.” He grunts. “Suck it baby. Show me how good you are.”

His request spurs you on and you move faster, your throat aching as you take him down your throat again and again. Your hand comes up to fondle his balls, feeling the way they tighten and you know he's close. Your eyes continue to water, trying not to blink rapidly since you don't want him to stop you. You want him to cum. You need him to cum.

Frankie groans out your name. “Shit, I’m gonna cum.” He warns you, right before the first salty burst of cum hits your tongue. Moaning again, he continues to cum, pumping ropes of his seed into your mouth while you struggle to swallow it all down.

You gulp it down but a few errant drops drip down your chin, keeping your eyes open to watch him as he cums and your pussy drips onto his floor. He is intoxicatingly beautiful when he cums. You didn't get to see it last night but he's gorgeous and you want to do this again and again.

After the last twitch of his cock, Frankie leans forward and scoops up the drops of his cum off your chin while you pull his cock out of your mouth. “Clean it up.” He tells you, offering his finger out for you to clean off and smirking when you do it without hesitation. “Now get up on the sofa and spread your legs wide. I want to see how wet you got.”

You are quick to stand up and sit down on the sofa, spreading your legs for him without hesitation. You are desperate for him to touch you, however he wants. You just need something. You know you’re dripping and he is going to know when you eagerly spend your thighs for him.

“Look at you.” He coos, hands immediately gripping your thighs and he pushes them farther apart. “Soaked from sucking my cock. You really are a perfect little whore.” Letting go of one thigh, he slides his fingers into your folds and starts to rub your clit. “Too bad you wore a bikini today.” He muses. “I would bend you over my knee to see if spanking you would get you as wet. But we can’t risk your brother seeing the welts I’m going to put on your ass.”

“Next time.” You pant when he rubs your clit, and you close your eyes when your entire body burns with need for him. 

“Look at me.” He orders and slaps your pussy, making a loud moan escape your lips. 

Fuck, you loved that. His fingers hit your clit again and you whine. “Please Frankie. Sir, I need - I need to cum.”

The way your hips buck against his face is instant and his free hand presses against your stomach to keep you still while he flicks his tongue over your clit. Your chest heaves as you stare down at him. “Fuck Frankie. Feels so good.” You love the way he seems to be ravenous for your pussy.

He licks and sucks on you like a man enjoying his favorite treat, because you are delicious. His fingers squelch, buried knuckle deep and he chuckles around your clit when he finds your g-spot and you squeal his name. Making sure that he keeps pressing against it with every flick of his wrist while he watches your face.

You can’t do anything but slump against his sofa, panting his name over and over as he works you towards an orgasm. He is an expert, having quickly learned your body and you are so close to cumming. “Shit Frankie. I’m gonna - I’m gonna - oh fuck!” You squeal, thighs clamping down on his head as you soak his fingers.

Groaning, Frankie pulls his fingers out of your cunt and replaces them with his tongue. Drinking you down just like you had drunk him. Lapping at your release until you stop quivering around his tongue and he takes one last swipe at your clit before he smirks up at you. “That good enough for now? Until I’m ready to fuck you again?”

You nod, relaxing back into his sofa, heart pounding as you come down from your orgasm and you watch him as he settles down beside you. “None of my exes made me cum through oral before.” You admit, biting your lip as you lean your head against the back of the couch.

“What?” He shakes his head in disgust. “That’s pathetic.” His hand is on your thigh, his fingers caressing your skin softly. “I’m sorry you were with such douches, but I promise that you won’t ever not cum unless it’s a punishment.” He smirks. “Then it just makes the next orgasm better.”

You grin, excited to truly see what he has to offer you. This is what you want, to be dominated and fucked hard but you enjoy these softer moments you and Frankie have had. His hand caresses your thigh and you are curious. “Were you like this with your exes? Dominant?”

“When they wanted me to be.” Frankie gives a small shrug. “I guess I’m a bit of a switch? I don’t care who’s in charge. It doesn’t have to be me. But I don’t mind being dominant.” It’s not something that he’s really talked about with a lot of women, just naturally falling into a pattern.

You smile, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair before you tug on it. “Maybe one day you can let me dominate you. I would like to try it. I’m open. I just want to try everything. My exes were so vanilla and I want something different. To feel things I haven’t felt before.”

Frank hisses, his cock twitching. “I would let you.” He admits with a grin. “I like a little bit of pain with my pleasure, too.” His fingers dig into the meat of your thigh and then he rubs it as if to soothe away the hard touch.

You smirk, leaning in to kiss along his neck as you reach down to caress his thigh. You want him again, want to feel him inside of you again, and you know you will want to keep feeling him. You whimper his name against his neck, nipping his ear. “I want you to do what you want to me.”

Frankie growls softly, his cock hardening again and he can’t believe that he gets to fuck you. He knows that you want more than just a traditional fuck but he wants to see your face. Last night he didn’t get to. “I’m going to tie you to my bed.” He decides. “Put your legs up and fold you in half. See if you’re a squirter.”

You whimper, nodding in agreement at his proposal to tie you up and you shift closer to press your lips to his, wanting to slide your tongue into his mouth and see how he reacts. "Fuck me." You breathe against his lips, wanting him to make the first move.

Frankie groans, immediately kissing you again. You are already naked so he doesn’t have to strip you down. Lunging to his feet, he captures both of your wrists and drags you up off the couch, pinning them behind your back. “Walk.” He tells you, keeping your wrists in his while walking you like he would a prisoner.

You let him guide you to his bedroom, your entire body on fire with anticipation as he shoves you into his bedroom. “Lay down on the bed. Do not touch yourself.” He orders then starts to search for his silk ties. “Yes sir.” You reply breathlessly, spreading your legs for him.

Grinning at the eagerness in your voice, he’s coming back over with the ties quickly. Knotting them around the bed and then around your wrists with the skill of a man who has tied many ropes, soon you are helpless. Making his cock twitch at the sight of you spread out on his bed.

You’re dripping onto his sheets, unable to believe how hot it is to be restrained like this. You’re eager to be touched by him, let him do what he wants to your body. “Frankie. Please. Touch me.” You whine, pulling slightly in the ties as you ache for something instead of him standing at the foot of the bed looking down at you.

Chuckling darkly, Frankie pulls his sweats down, kicking them off and kneeling on the bed. “Patience.” He orders, slapping the inside of your thigh sharply and pushing your thighs apart and hooking them up on his shoulders. “Look at you.” He huffs. “Shameless. Begging to get fucked. Greedy cunt begging for my cock.”

You whimper, wishing you could touch him but loving that you can’t. “I’m your whore. This is your cunt. Ready for you to fuck whenever you want.” You promise, bucking against air as you try to get closer to the cock that is so near where you need him. 

“Dirty girl.” He slaps his fingers against your pussy and chuckles again when you moan. “I’ll give you what you need.” He promises, taking himself in hand and starting to line up so he can sink into you. “I want you to take every inch like a good girl.”

You gasp when he pushes into you, practically folding you in half as he pushes his cock into you inch by inch so you feel every vein and ridge. “Oh fuck, Frankie.” You whimper, closing your eyes.

Gripping your chin, he squeezes your jaw. “Keep your eyes on me, beautiful.” He growls out. “Want to see those eyes when I make you cum.” He knows you won’t be able to help yourself, but the way you clench around his cock tells him that you like it.

"Y-Yes sir." You pant and he begins to rock his hips, hitting deep inside of you to a place no one has found before. "Shit Frankie. That - that feels good." You keep your eyes on him, loving his clenched jaw and the dark look in his eyes as he looms over you. "So sexy." You comment, unable to stop yourself.

His hips piston forward and back, driving into you again and again as he grunts. “Fuck you’re tight.” He hisses, loving the way you squeeze his cock as he bottoms out. His hand slides down from your jaw to loosely hold your throat. Watching your eyes widen and your breath catch when he flexes his fingers.

He waits for a moment to see if you are going to say your safe word but when you don't, he squeezes a little tighter. You gush around his cock, your entire body reacting to the motion. It's what you need, what you want. Your moan is choked and it's beautiful as it echoes in his bedroom. His cock still moving inside of you and your eyes roll into the back of your head as you allow yourself to enjoy this rough treatment.

“Fuck, you like it.” Frankie huffs out, thrilled that he can give this to you. His hips slap against your ass, his pace getting rougher and his thrusts harder as he fills you. Making sure that his hand tightens when his cock is buried inside your hot, dripping cunt.

You moan, “lo- love it.” You choke and he chuckles, continuing to fuck you hard. Your nails dig into your palms, wishing you could touch him but also loving that you can’t. Your cunt grips his cock and you are so close. His pelvis is just rubbing against your clit and he’s hitting something that makes your calves shake beside his head.

“You’re gonna cum.” He can tell by the way your entire body tenses. Your walls are starting to flutter around him. “You can’t help it, all you can do is take it. To let me use you.” Leaning forward, he pushes your legs back further and changes the angle again.

“Oh fuck!” You squeal at the new angle. Loving how he is hitting something devastating and you’re so close. His hand squeezes your throat and you’re done. It’s like a blackout. Pleasure blinding you as you struggle to keep your eyes on him and you grip his cock while gushing, squirting onto his stomach and balls in a feeling you’ve never experienced before.

“Shit, shit, shit.” He hisses at the slick slapping of skin now that he’s made you soak him and the bed. Utterly wrecked by the way you feel and the way you look when you cum. Four, five more thrusts and he’s groaning, pulling out of you so he can spurt his seed all over your cunt and chest as he keeps you folded over.

You watch him as he cums, chest heaving and it’s fucking beautiful. His hand off of your throat as he works his cock of every drop to paint your skin and you wish you could lean forward and wrap your lips around the head. “Fuck that was - oh God. I don’t - I don’t think I can talk.” You chuckle breathlessly.

“Good.” Frankie grunts as he looks down at the mess on your skin. “Fuck, you soaked the bed.” He lets go of his cock to caress your calf. “How did it feel?” He asks. “Too much pressure, not enough? Anytime you want something to change, you tell me.”

You smile, almost drunkenly, "it was perfect. I loved it. It's what I wanted." You promise, wishing you could reach down and scoop up the cum drying on your skin but you can't. "You just - wow. I have never had a man make me cum like that." You close your eyes, ready for a nap but you know you need to be getting back to Tom's before he starts calling.

Frankie lowers your legs and reaches up to untie your hands so you are free. “Lay there.” He murmurs. “I’ll get you cleaned up.” As much as you will probably protest, it's his job to look after you while the two of you are doing this. Leaning down, he presses his lips softly to yours. “Relax, I’ll be right back.”

You sigh, relaxing into his bed and you want to sleep, cuddle with him for a while and you wonder if Tom will notice if you’re gone for another hour. Maybe not. When Frankie comes back in to clean you up, you smile at him and he kisses you once more before he hands one of his t-shirts to you to wear. “I’ll get you some water too and a snack.” He says as he walks out of his bedroom, wearing his boxers. It’s hard to not think about being with Frankie when you’re in the aftermath of your orgasms, imagining being with him, dating him. It would be too easy but there’s no way Tom would ever allow it.

Frankie grabs you a bottle of water and a granola bar, one of the ones that he loves and brings it back to you. When he comes back, you’ve moved out of the wet spot and are wearing his shirt, making him grin. “You look comfy.” He tells you as he walks over and sits down beside you. “Exactly what a relaxing day on the beach would be like.” He knows you should be good for another hour before Tom starts looking for you. “We can even sneak in a nap.”

You smile, taking the water bottle and you take a few gulps, suddenly thirsty, and you set it down on his nightstand before opening the granola bar. “Oh I love these.” You say, looking at the packaging. “Tom hopefully won’t be calling me for a bit to chase me up. Honestly, you’d think I was a teenager with the way he’s up my ass all the time.” You roll your eyes and take a bite of the bar.

Snorting, Frankie shakes his head. “He’s just looking out for you.” He promises, stretching out beside you. “He told me that the day that you were adopted, you were scared. That he was twelve, thirteen at the time? He said he promised you that you didn’t have to be scared. He was always going to protect you.” Tom can be a dick, everyone knows that, but he’s also loyal to those he loves. “He still sees you as that scared two year old who clung to him.”

You swallow your bite and absorb Frankie’s words. Tom has never told you that. You’ve always been kinda close but when he became a teenager and then went into the army, you grew apart due to your age gap and you’ve never really understood each other since. “I know he’s trying to protect me but I am a grown woman.” You sigh, setting the bar down on his nightstand then you snuggle into his pillow. “I just - I just wish he would trust me to make good choices.” 

Frankie chuckles, “and I’m a good choice?” 

You grin, shifting closer to kiss his lips, “the best choice.”

“Well, hopefully he will relax a little.” Frankie offers, knowing that won’t happen anytime soon. “You should stop letting him dictate when you go out or how long you are gone.” He gives a small shrug. “If he tries to be a dick about it, tell him you’ll stay somewhere else.”

You snort, “oh I’m sure he would allow that. He would probably track me down and tell the hotel owner or whoever that I can’t stay there. He’d get me back in his house at some point. I think he only just realized I'm not a virgin. I love him, he’s my big brother, but God - I just - I need space.” You sigh, cuddling into Frankie’s chest and you inhale that woodsy scent of his shower gel. “Thank you for today. It was amazing.” You close your eyes, suddenly exhausted.

Frankie drapes his arm over your back and strokes your spine. “You’ve got space here.” He promises, knowing that he will let you come over whenever you want. You hum and snuggle into him, body starting to relax as you fall asleep. This is dangerous, getting involved with you, but he can’t help but look forward to you coming over again, not just for the sex either.

You aren’t sure how long you’ve been asleep but you are woken up to your cell phone ringing. You immediately sit up, knowing that ringtone. It’s Tom. You shift away from a sleeping Frankie who was woken up by your sudden movement and you rush into the living room to get your purse, grabbing the phone to answer it. “Hey Tom.” You pant slightly. 

Tom says your name and you know you’re in trouble. “You’re not home. You said a couple of hours. It’s been five and it looks like it’s gonna rain.” 

You bite your lip, “I lost track of time. Ended up napping under the umbrella. I’ll come home now.” You tell him and Tom says, “see you soon.” You sigh, hanging up and staring at the phone for a moment. 

Frankie comes out a moment later, “Tom?” He guesses and you nod. 

“I gotta go.” You grab your bikini, quickly changing back into it and tugging on your coverup. You walk over to Frankie, “thank you.” You kiss him, reluctant to leave but you know Tom will be calling again soon.

Frankie nods, squeezing your hip. He wants to tell you to text him when you get home, but he doesn’t want you to feel like you have another parental figure breathing down your throat. “Next time I’ll feed you more than a granola bar.” He picks up your bathing suit cover and turns it right side out to hand to you.

You quickly put it on and grab your purse, kissing Frankie one last time before you leave, getting into the car and making your way back to Tom’s, praying he isn’t suspicious. You want to see Frankie again. “What took so long?” Tom asks as you enter the house. 

“I told you, I fell asleep.” You look over to Molly who shakes her head at her husband, “she is a grown woman Tom. Leave her alone.” Tom listens to his wife, narrowing his eyes slightly and you huff, 

“I’m going to shower.” You walk into the guest bathroom and smile to yourself as you clean up. Once you’re dressed again, you text Frankie. “I’m home. Had such a good time. Are you free tomorrow?”

Frankie grins when he gets your text. “For you, totally available.” He pauses and decides to add onto it. “Almost told you to text me but didn’t want to be like Redfly. What do you want to do tomorrow? 😈”

You smirk, quickly typing a reply before you decide to send him the porno you were watching the other week. “This is what I want to do.” You hit send and bite your lip as you wait for his response. You loved that video. The woman was spanked, edged and finally, fucked in the ass. You want that.

Watching the video, Frankie hisses, definitely turned on by the idea of doing those things to you. His response is quick. “Wear pants and make sure your brother doesn’t expect you home anytime soon.” He hits send and gets up to make sure he’s got lube in his bathroom. Otherwise he will need to make a trip to the store to get some things.

The next morning, you are practically vibrating with anticipation. You have cleaned up and are ready to head over to Frankie’s. You texted him to arrange to meet before lunch because you know Tom will have his real estate class today. He will be there all day so you will have time to be at Frankie’s. “Okay Mol, I’m gonna go to the mall.” You tell her and she calls out goodbye, working on cleaning the house. You tap your fingers on the steering wheel as you make your way to Frankie’s.

Everything is ready and waiting, he chuckles at himself, willing to admit that he might have gone overboard at the toy store. He didn’t have the lube, so he had to go out. While he was going, he decided to pick up a paddle and a wand to use on you. Knowing that it’s much more fun when he has help driving you crazy. 

Besides, the black leather paddle has a cut out of a heart and those welts will look gorgeous on your skin. Plus the collar he had found would feed into those ‘being used’ fantasies that you had. He smirks at the thought of using the metal ring and dragging you closer to him. Walking out of the bedroom into his kitchen to grab a beer, waiting for you to show up.

You exhale shakily as you get out of the car, the butt plug you put in earlier that was stowed in your suitcase along with the dildo makes you move a little awkwardly but you wanted to surprise Frankie and also be prepared. You adjust your purse after ringing the doorbell, waiting for him to answer and when he does, your heart skips a beat. “Hey.” You greet him, shifting closer so you can peck his lips.

“Hey.” Frankie grins and pulls you closer, not allowing that stingy kiss to pass muster. He slides his tongue into your mouth and pushes you up against the doorframe to press his body against yours. “Are you ready, baby?” He asks when he pulls away, satisfied when you look slightly dazed.

You nod, caressing his chest until you can slide your hands under his t-shirt, touching his tummy. “I'm ready.” You tell him, kissing his neck, and you slide your hand down to his crotch. “Ready for this cock, sir.”

Laughing, he grabs your hand and shakes his head. “Un uh baby. First you need to be spanked.” He smirks. “Sneaking around and fucking your brother’s friend. Being such a little whore.” He guides you inside the house and shuts the door. “Want to spank you until you are crying, maybe even finger you while I do it. Or use the toy I bought.”

You can't stop the whimper that escapes your lips as you let him guide you into his house and you kick your shoes off. “You can do whatever you want. I have my safe word. Please baby. Fuck me. Do what you want to me.”

Smirking, Frankie slaps your ass playfully. “I thought that’s what you came over here for?” He teases with a small chuckle. He turns around and lifts a brow. “I want you to strip for me. Give me a little show.” He decides as he sits back down and spreads his legs wide as he gets comfortable.

You watch him sit down and you grin, deciding to tease him a little. You turn your back to him so he can see your ass and you wiggle it, reaching down for the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it up and lowering it down for a moment, shaking your ass again until you pull your shirt over your head, exposing the black lace bra you picked out for him. You toss the shirt down, spinning to show him your cleavage and you lean forward towards him, hands on his knees. You smirk and shift to stand up, reaching for the button to undo it and you pull the zipper down, pushing your pants down to expose the matching panties.

“Damn.” Whistling through his teeth, he admires the lingerie. “You dressed up for me.” Reaching out, he trails a finger along the curve of your ass with a grin. “You shouldn’t have.” He coos, playfully. “Maybe you just wanted to feel sexy, but you should always feel sexy, baby.” His cock definitely likes the little outfit you had put on for him, twitching in his jeans eagerly. He had been looking forward to this all morning. 

You giggle, “oh I wanted to see that look on your face.” You look at him over your shoulder, enjoying the flustered and lusty stare he gives you. You reach up to undo your bra, turning so he can see your tits as you expose them, and you hook your fingers in your panties, pushing them down to show him your curls then turn around, bending over to display the plug nestled in your ass.

“Fucking hell.” His eyes blowing wide with surprise, he reaches out and touches the end of the plug with a groan. “Oh fuck baby, you’re pretty with this plug in your ass.” He grips it and gives it a small tug, making you moan. “Does it feel good? Do you want to be spanked with it still in your ass?” 

You love how much he loves it. “Yes. God yes. Can I-? I want to straddle you.” You tell him and he nods, playfully slapping your ass until you turn around and you straddle his lap. You immediately press your lips to his, needing to touch him.

He lets you lead the kiss right now. He will take over when he needs to, but this is also about your exploration of all manner of sexual things. It includes giving you a little bit of control as well. Besides, he likes the way you are tangling your fingers into his now non-regulation haircut and grinding down on his hardening cock.

You slide your tongue against his, tugging on his hair, and you love how he lets you take over for the moment. You pull back after a moment, looking into his nearly black eyes. “I’ve been a very bad girl.” You admit, “I touched myself last night thinking of you spanking me.”

Frankie growls, reaching down and gripping both of your ass cheeks and pulling them apart as he gropes them. “You shouldn’t have done that.” He huffs, even though he doesn’t actually mind. “Did you make yourself cum?” His eyes narrow when you nod. “I’m going to have to punish you for that.”

You love that he’s playing along and you pout, continuing the act. “I'm sorry sir. I know this pussy belongs to you but I - I just needed to cum.” You squeal when he grabs your waist and flips you so you are laying across his lap, your heart thumping with anticipation until the first smack of his hand hits your ass. You bite your lip to smother your moan, loving the sting.

He rubs your ass and makes sure that he moves your plug slowly. You whimper and he clicks his tongue in disappointment. “Count.” He orders you, lifting his hand up and bringing it back down on your ass sharply.

Your gasped one makes him chuckle. You shift on his lap, both loving and hating the sting. His hand comes down onto your ass again. “Two.” You whimper, fingers curling into the edge of his sofa. Smack. “Three.” Smack. “Four.” Smack. “Five.” You’re breathless and dripping. “Fuck Frankie.”

“Spread your slutty little thighs.” Frankie orders, dipping his fingers down to feel the slick arousal that is dripping out of your cunt and sliding down to your clit. “Someone’s excited.” He coos, rubbing your clit harshly a few times. “I bought you a wand when I was picking up lube.”

You moan at the way his calloused fingers rub your clit so well. “Yeah?” You pant, “you gonna - you gonna use it on me?” You ask, desperate for more as you grind back onto his fingers with a soft moan of his bake.

“Thinking about it.” He admits before he pulls his hand away and spanks you again, a touch more force behind this one. 

“Fuck, Frankie!” You cry out, not expecting the next lick. 

“Count.” He reminds you. 

“Fiv- no six.” You gasp. “It was six.” 

Frankie hums and picks up the wand. “Good girl.”

You hear the vibrations from behind and close your eyes in anticipation. When the wand presses against your clit, you squeal. “Stay still.” Frankie growls, smacking your ass cheek with his free hand. You struggle to remain still as the toy vibrates deliciously against your clit.

He loves the way that you moan for him, your hips rocking back slightly against the toy. He presses his hand against your ass before he gives you another swat, watching your ass cheeks tense and the plug disappearing under the lace as you clench them together briefly. “Keep your legs apart.”

You struggle but obey his order, whimpering as you get closer and closer to cumming. “Oh fuck. It feels so good. Oh shit. You’re gonna make me cum.” You moan and all of a sudden, the vibrations stop. You cant withhold the whine of protest that escapes your lips as you grind back onto the now motionless toy. “Frankie. Please.”

He chuckles again. “You wanted to be edged.” He reminds you, setting the wand down and smacking your ass again. You cry out and he rubs the spot before he smacks it again. “I have a paddle I’m going to use.” He tells you, reaching for the paddle so he can show you it.

Your eyes widen at the sight of the paddle, the heart cut out making your pussy drip as you imagine that welt staying on your skin long after you’ve left his home. “Do it.” You order, wanting to see how it feels compared to his hand.

“So bossy.” He teases before he draws his hand back and brings the paddle down on your ass. The sharp sound echoes through the bedroom and he can’t help but twitch underneath you at how your skin shivers and breaks out in goosebumps.

You cry out, the sting harder than his hand but fuck, its so good. So damn good. “Oh shit Frankie.” You hiss and he pauses, waiting for your safe word. 

“Green?” He asks. 

“Green. Fuck, Green. Do it again.” You plead, loving the pain that the paddle brings.

Again and again the paddle comes down on your ass. Pausing momentarily to soothe the sting and check in to make sure that you still want more. Placing heart shapes all over the curve of your ass. Humming at how well you are doing until he pauses again and picks up the wand. “You’re doing so good.” He coos. “Have you learned your lesson about touching that pussy without my permission?”

"Yes sir. Never- never touch it without your permission. It's yours." You promise, gasping when he presses the wand to your clit. You're certain you've dripped onto his jeans, unable to help yourself with how fucking hot this has been so far. Your wildest dreams come true. "Yes. Yes. Can I - please can I come?"

Frankie chuckles, shifting the wand so he can pick up the paddle. “You’re going to cum while I spank you. Aren’t you, you dirty girl.” He slaps the paddle down on your ass. “Cum.”

You can't deny him, the wand combined with the pain from the paddle sends you over the edge and you cry his name as you cum. Soaking his jeans from how worked up you were from the edging and from the spanking.

“Jesus.” Frankie sets the paddle down and caresses your ass, feeling the welts and heat from the spanking. “You did so good, baby.” The wand is still against your clit, helping you ride out your high while you buck across his thighs.

You try to get away from the wand when it becomes too much, a whimper escaping your lips as you try to shift away from his lap to stop the stimulation. When he takes pity and moves the wand away, you slump down onto his lap. "Fuck. That was - I don't know if I'll be able to sit down for a week." You joke.

He chuckles and continues to caress your ass. He’s throbbing in his jeans but if you are done, he will ignore it. “I have some aloe cream to rub into your skin.” He murmurs softly. While he loves the way you react, he doesn’t want you to be too uncomfortable.

You nod, finally catching your breath and you shift to straddle him, pressing your lips to his and the rough denim of his jeans scrapes your ass but you want more. You're greedy and unable to deny it. "I want you to fuck my ass next." You murmur, kissing along his jaw."On my stomach. Want you to admire your handiwork as you fuck me." You tell him, pressing your lips to his again. "Want you to ruin me, Francisco." You murmur, pulling back to look into those dark eyes you can't seem to get out of your mind.

He pats your hip and nods. “Get out of your panties and lay on your stomach baby. I want to see that plug in your ass.” When you move off of him, he stands and strips his own clothes off quickly, smirking at the large wet spot on his thighs and his cock bobs heavily when he’s naked. “Gonna stretch you out around my fingers first.”

You shove your panties down and shift to lay down on the sofa, heart pumping in anticipation for him touching you some more. You can't wait to feel his fingers inside of you. You turn your head as he looms over you, still handing, and you lean forward to wrap your lips around his leaking head, pressing your tongue against the slit to taste his pre-cum.

“Shit.” He hisses softly, eyes drifting closed as he lets you take him into your mouth. “Had fucking dreams about that fucking mouth of yours.” He pants before he rocks his hips back. “But right now, I want your ass.” He shuffles behind you and straddles your thighs. “Have you every had anyone fuck you in the ass?”

You shake your head, sighing as he rubs your ass. “No one. None of my exes wanted to go through the prep. Wanted to just slide their cock inside without any work to open me up. I wouldn’t let them do that.” You tell him, realizing that your exes were truly inadequate.

Frankie tuts and shakes his head. “I can’t say that I’m disappointed.” He admits, letting go of you so he can apply some lube to his fingers before he pulls the plug out. “I like the idea of claiming you like no one else has.” He grips the flared end of the plug and twists it slightly to make you moan before he tugs it out of you gently.

You gasp when his fingers replace the plug, slowly pushing one then two inside of you to work on stretching you out. “Oh fuck. That feels good.” You admit, arching your back. “My ass is yours baby. Yours to-to take.” You promise, wanting it to be him.

He knows some people try to rush prep for anal, but that’s not him. Slowly working his fingers in and out of you and scissoring them inside you to make sure you can take him easier. Caressing your spine and ass while he does. It’s another type of anticipation for him, putting in the work to get the reward. “I’m going to.” He promises you. “Gonna fill up your ass. See if you can cum like this. See if you love having your ass fucked. You will. You’re so cock hungry, you’ll love it.”

His words make you moan and you let him finger you, opening you up until he is satisfied that you're ready. When you hear the click of him opening the lube bottle, your whimper of anticipation makes him chuckle as he squirts the lube onto your puckered hole after withdrawing his fingers.

“Let me know if I need to stop.” He doesn’t want to just thrust into you, knowing he would hurt you if he did that. Instead, he slicks up his cock and shuffles forward to press against the hole he wants to be in. Moaning slightly when he feels the resistance give and the head slips inside. “Just breathe.” He cautions as he starts to rock his hips slowly.

You grip the edge of the sofa, ready to feel him inside of you and when he pushes deeper, you breathe deep, exhaling after a moment. "Fuck. That - that feels different. Good different." You add, not wanting him to pull out. He had stretched you a lot but there's still a sting as he pushes deeper.

His hand slides up and down your spine, trying to soothe you. “Good.” He huffs, loving how tightly you squeeze his cock. “I’ll go slow. Tell me if you need a moment.” He’s already aware that he’s got a cock that plenty of women wouldn’t let near their ass, but he doesn’t want you to hate this, especially when you wanted to explore this.

You exhale, trying to take him and you love how slow he is going, steadily rocking his hips back and forth to work himself deeper inside of you until you can take every inch. When he’s deep inside of you, you close your eyes and enjoy the moment, practically dripping onto the sofa below you as he leans over to kiss along your neck. “I’m good.” You promise, reaching behind you to run your fingers through his hair.

Frankie closes his eyes and moans quietly, loving the softness in your touch. He doesn’t mind it, loves it actually, even if you want to be ‘wrecked’. He pulls back and withdrawals almost completely before pushing back in smoothly until his thighs hit your ass.

“Oh shit.” You moan, back arching as he begins a slow but steady pace, making you whimper and grind back onto him as you get used to his length. “God. This feels so good. Weird but good.” You comment and he chuckles.

“I know. You like it?” He asks. 

“Yes. Yes. Oh!” You gasp when his hand slaps your sore ass, mixing pleasure and pain in the most delicious way.

Frankie chuckles and watches his cock move in and out of you. “Knew you would love it.” He pants out. “Now I need to fulfill my promise to you.” He flattens himself across your back and whispers in your ear. “I’m going to wreck you, baby.”

“Yes. Yes. Do it.” You plead, grinding back onto his cock that sinks so deep inside of you. “Shit.” You reach back to tangle your fingers in his hair, wanting to spur him on. “Oh fuck!” You squeal when he reacts, his hips slamming against your ass.

He changes his pace. No longer slow thrusts, he rocks his hips into you harshly. The slapping of skin filling the bedroom again. Gripping your hips tight and making sure that he punches a squeal out of you every time he surges back into you.

“Oh my God. Oh my God.” You rush out, nails trying to find purchase on his sofa as he rams into you over and over, making your eyes roll into the back of your head. Each thrust has your clit grinding against the rough leather of his sofa and it's intense. “Frankie. Oh fuck Frankie.”

He moves his hands to your lower back, pushing down to change the angle, ramping up his pace even more. He had been going at about a seven, but now he’s frantic, almost unhinged as he fucks you. Grunting behind you and hissing as he thrusts into you.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” You scream, unable to stop yourself as you cum. Your clit is being stimulated just right and your ass squeezes his cock as he pushes into you, making you clamp down around nothing as you cum.

“Fuck.” Frankie hisses, his thrusts faltering and he grinds into you, unable to move as you clench down around him. “God, you’re so good.” He praises breathlessly, pulling you back against his chest and kissing along your neck while he chases his own orgasm.

You cling to his arms that are wrapped around you, unable to do anything other than let him seek his high. He thrusts hard and deep, taking your breath away until he cums. “Fuck. Cum for me Frankie.” You turn your head and kiss his jaw.

Closing his eyes, Frankie follows your order. Burying himself deep, he groans out your name. Filling your ass with hot ropes of his cum in achingly long spurts that steal his breath and making his entire body shake.

You pant, leaning back against his chest as he remains buried deep inside of you, filling you as he allows small rocks to work himself through his orgasm. “Oh God. That was-” You exhale, unsure of what to say as you revel in the pleasure he’s brought you.

“Fucking incredible.” He murmurs in your ear, kissing your skin randomly while he catches his breath. “You’re fucking incredible.” Regret that your Tom’s sister and that you’re not looking for anything serious flashes through him but he pushes it away. “Now I can rub some cream into your skin and we can nap, or I can run you a bath. I have some salts that will help with the soreness.”

“Ooo a bath sounds good.” You hum, “only if you get in it with me.” You smile and kiss his jaw when he kisses your cheek. You wish you could have this man every day but you know Tom would kill you and Frankie if he ever found out about the two of you. He told you he’d never let his brothers be near you because he’s seen how they have been with women in the past. Womanizers. Frankie seems different, he’s sweet and kind and so funny. “And a snack sounds good.” You’re suddenly starving.

“Do you want to order some food?” He asks, squeezing your hip before he slowly starts to pull out of you. Groaning quietly and hating leaving the tight heat of your body. “Have something delivered while we clean up?”

“That sounds good. Pizza?” You suggest, “I’m good with any toppings…just not pineapple.” You whimper when you feel his cock leave your body and his cum starts to drip out of you. “Good thing you have a leather sofa.”

He chuckles and nods. “Easy cleanup.” He helps you off the couch and gathers up the toys. “Come on baby, I’ll set up the bath so you can start soaking and then I’ll order the pizza and get you some water before I get in with you.” He tells you as he guides you back into his bedroom. “And you should, uh, try to push out the cum.” He tells you awkwardly.

You giggle at his awkwardness. “I’ll do that now. I need to use the bathroom.” You kiss his cheek and make your way to his enclosed toilet, shutting the door so you can pee and push his cum out of you.

Frankie starts the bath, dumping in those soothing salts he had been recommended when he was banged up. Setting out a couple of towels and tossing the toys in the sink to be washed after he cleans up himself. “I’m gonna go get some water and order the pizza.” He calls out, striding through his house naked.

You turn off the bath when the water is high enough and you carefully step into the bath just as Frankie walks in with two bottles of water. You sink down, groaning at the hot water and shift forward so he can get in behind you. When he does, you lean back against him, turning your head to kiss his neck. “Thank you for today. Everything really. It’s been - it’s more than I imagined.”

“I’m surprised you picked me.” He admits, sliding his arms around you and stroking your stomach. Enjoying the moment and the inherent softness of sharing a bath. “I expected you to ask Benny, out of the two of us.”

You snort, "Benny? No way. He is too...he would be telling Tom within a day by accident. He's too...gung ho. Plus I think he's a quick pump chump." You admit, biting your lip as you look at Frankie. "Seems a little selfish in the bedroom."

“Nah.” Frankie shakes his head. “Benny’s more dependable than that. I’ve had to listen to him and whatever girl he’s brought back to the barracks before.” He huffs and rolls his eyes. “But I’m gonna be a little proud and say that I’m better.”

You chuckle, rubbing his forearms, "I don't think Benny is as sexy as you. He's hot but you- you have always made me flustered." You confess, "always touched myself to the thought of you at night after seeing you. I knew you would be able to fuck me properly. You have that...understated authority."

“Hmmmm, is that right?” He asks, unable to his smirk as he preens at your compliment. “Well, hopefully I won’t disappoint you.” He slides his hand lower and cups your cunt. “Making sure that you enjoy yourself now. Give you what you want, what you need.”

"You could never disappoint me Frankie. Ever. You are-" You are cut off when his fingers rub your clit. "You know exactly what I need. So good to me. Making me cum. Fucking me just right. Baby...you are too good to me."

He scoffs, continuing to rub your clit. Slowly and gently while you relax in the warm water. If anything you are too good for him. You should have someone better than him between your thighs. And he’s sure that you will, when you go back home. For now though, he’s going to gorge himself on the ability to touch you. “So gorgeous when you cum.” He murmurs, kissing your neck. “Want you to do it again.”

You moan at his words, grinding down onto his fingers and you are so close to begging him to be yours, so close to begging him to let you be his. You know it wouldn't work, Tom would destroy any potential and you know Frankie would listen to Tom over you. Still, you have this for now. You gasp when he pushes two fingers into you, pressing his thumb against your clit. "God, you're gonna make me cum."

Humming against your skin in agreement, Frankie circles your clit again with the pad of his finger. “Want you to cum.” He purrs in your ear, curling his fingers up. He wants you addicted to him, craving his touch. It’s wrong, especially since he knows you don’t want permanent, but he can’t help himself. His other hand cups your tit and he pinches your nipple. “Be a good girl for me.”

His words combined with his touch send you over the edge, softly crying out as you clamp down on his digits. “Frankie.” You gasp, tilting your head back against his shoulder as you soak his fingers.

He loves the way you say his name, sighing in your ear as he works you through the smaller, but no less satisfying orgasm. Pulling his fingers away when you are stiffening so he doesn’t overstimulate you. Not needed after today. This was just to make you soft and blissed out. “So good.” He praises, holding you close while you relax against him.

You turn your head to press your lips against his, feeling his hardening cock behind you. “Let me-” You murmur against his lips, reaching to shift to reach behind you. 

He cuts you off with a shake of his head, “no. I’m fine. Just lay here.” He orders, pulling you back into his chest. You sigh, relenting and relaxing into him once more, unsure of how much time has passed since you arrived at his house.

Frankie just relaxes with you in his arms. “The pizza should be here soon.” He tells you softly. “Although, I wish that you didn’t have to worry about leaving.” If you had been anyone else, he would have been making plans to take you to breakfast, but you have a brother that would kill him without thinking twice.

After you've eaten the pizza, you gather your things and stand by Frankie's front door. "I have to go." You sigh, having already texted Tom to say you were on your way home. Frankie wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to press his lips to yours. "Thank you for today. It was...more than I expected. It was perfect." You kiss his jaw before pressing your lips to his again, reluctant to leave.

You kiss him again, practically dragging yourself away from him as you grab your purse and make your way out of his house, he's not too far behind you, opening the door of your rental car and you sigh when he presses you up against the door, kissing you one last time. "See you around, Morales." You smile as you get into the driver's seat, Frankie closing the door for you. When you drive off, you watch him in the rearview mirror and curse the way your heart already aches.

A week later, having squeezed every moment you can together, Frankie sends you a text. He’s supposed to have today off, but the other pilot had called in sick. “Hey, how do you feel about coming with me to work? I can show you around the hanger 😏 and you can be my co-pilot for the charter I got roped into doing.”

You grin after you open Frankie’s message. You have two weeks left in Florida and you don’t want to waste a moment so you reply back with a “I’ll bring my sexy copilot outfit 😉 What time do you want me at your place?” You hit send, still smiling at the phone. 

“Who are you texting that has you smiling like that? Better not be that ex.” Tom huffs, watching you from across the kitchen table. 

“My friend sent me a meme.” You roll your eyes and stand up, “I’m gonna go to a coffee shop since I can’t text in peace.” You stand up, glancing down at your phone to see Frankie telling you to come over ASAP so you get changed and head over to his house. When you pull up, he’s already in his driveway and you can’t wait to see him at work. You’ve heard stories of how capable he is and you want to witness it firsthand. “Reporting for duty.” You announce as you walk over to him.

Frankie smirks and leans in to kiss you. “I like your outfit.” His eyes linger on the shorts and tank top you are wearing. “Although you need something to make it more official.” He tosses you the flannel shirt in his hand. “We will only be out a few hours, but I’ve always had a fantasy of having sex in the back of my bird.”

You grin, reaching down to squeeze his ass. “I’m sure we can make that happen.” You shrug on his flannel, enjoying the fact that it smells like him and you get into the passenger side when he opens the door to his truck for you. He slaps your ass when you step up and you playfully smack his hand away, acting like you don’t love it.

“Give me your sunglasses.” You demand with a pout. 

“Okay.” He huffs when you reach out and snatch his sunglasses out of his pocket and open them to perch on your own nose. “Look better on you anyway.” He closes your door and rounds the front of the truck to climb in beside you. “Have to do a pre-flight when we get there, so just follow my lead.” He orders as he backs the truck out of the driveway and starts driving towards the air field that is only a couple miles away.

You watch him drive, admiring the way the sun hits his features and he looks so sexy with the window open and the wind ruffling his hair. When he pulls into his parking space, he opens the door to help you out of his truck and you follow his head as he guides you into the building where the charter reception is. “This your girl, Fish?” The receptionist, an older woman, asks Frankie.

“Aww now Diane, everyone knows you’re my girl.” He teases the older woman with a wink and a grin, even as he slides his arm around your back. Introducing you, he looks over at you. “I think that it’s safe to say that this pretty girl is way too good for me, don’t you Diane?”

You fluster, leaning into him as Diane grins at Frankie. “I think she’s just perfect. You look good together. Thanks for covering for Sam. He got some kind of bug.” Diane says. She has worked here for years with the owner who no longer flies. “You wanna go get set up and I’ll let you know when they are here.”

“Roger.” Frankie turns the two of you away from the desk, looking over his shoulder. “She’s going to go up with me.” He lets her know so she doesn’t start to make another pot of coffee or tea, whatever she’s having for the day. Walking down the hall, he guides you to the locker rooms. “I’ve got to get into a flight suit, but you can either wear what you’ve got on or put on an extra one.”

You decide to change into the flight suit, knowing he would like it on you, and you quickly change and come back out, spinning around. "How do I look?" You ask, a teasing smile on your lips.

Frankie’s cock twitches and he whistles quietly. “Too bad we have to work.” He grunts, reaching out and grabbing your ass and hauling you closer for a kiss. “Otherwise I would strip you out of this and show you how much I like it.”

You giggle, sliding your hands along his chest to touch his name on the suit. "After the flight is done and you have done what you need to do, I want to pull your cock out and ride you in the back of your helicopter while you wear this." You look up into those dark brown eyes that burn into yours, always making you feel like you're on fire.

“Fuck, I swear you read minds sometimes.” He hisses, gripping your ass a little tighter. Even though his goal has been to make as many of your fantasies come true as possible, you’ve made so many of his happen as well and you’ve not even known it. He’s almost sure that he’s in love with you and hates that there is only two weeks left until you go back to your real life.

You smirk, loving how you can affect him. You love -no, you won't say that. Determined to enjoy this time you have left and not ruin it. You kiss his jaw and step away, knowing he has to concentrate and prepare for his flight. "Wanna see you work, baby." You slap his ass and move even further away.

Walking out of the locker room makes Frankie’s entire persona change. His eyes focus and narrow slightly in concentration as he walks you out to the aircraft and starts going through the pre-flight checklist that he has memorized. Having you watch while he walks around the helicopter and check rotary blades and different components of the aircraft before he’s ever even stepped into the pilot’s seat.

You watch him, he's methodical and precise, making you wet just seeing how much authority he exudes. The way he just knows exactly what to do. You bite your lip, wishing you could touch him but you have to wait. You'll wait until he's done. You continue watching him until he gets into the helicopter, checking new things.

Frankie hands you a pair of headphones to put on after settling his own over his ears. “I’m going to start the engines up and check the gauges. We will power back down before the clients come on board.” He tells you once you have the headset on. Turning back to his instrument panel, he starts muttering to himself as he checks the gauges. “Fuel, check, battery, check, hydraulics, check.” He flicks buttons and the panels burst to life.

You watch him, his voice coming through your headphones and you admire how much of an expert he is. When he’s finished and cuts the engines, you remove your headphones. “You look so sexy like this. So capable. No wonder all the boys knew you had their back.”

Flushing slightly, Frankie shrugs. “It’s not rocket science.” He downplays the difficulty of what it actually takes to be a rotary blade pilot. It’s more complex than a fixed wing, but he’s never been one to boast or act like the idiot fighter pilots.

“It is to me.” You snort, letting him help you out of the helicopter as Diane comes over to inform him that the clients have arrived. “I told them your girlfriend is coming along and they were fine with that.” Diane smiles when you fluster, knowing that you and Frankie aren’t even dating.

Frankie winks at the older woman. “Thank, sweetheart.” He doesn’t correct Diane, liking the way that it sounds. He looks over at you. “I’ll go grab the clients, you can work the beverage cart.” He jokes. “I take my coffee black.” With another wink, Frankie strides off to welcome the group that are sitting just inside the glass doors, confidence oozing off of him.

You shake your head and smile, amused by his sudden cockiness, more Benny than the Catfish you know and - well, you won’t even admit that to yourself. When he comes back with the clients, you have the drinks ready while Frankie goes over the flight plan and the safety.

Frankie guides the group over to you, amused when you had actually fixed drinks. He had meant it as a joke, but was touched that you had done it. “Well, after we have a drink, we can get up in the air, please no drinks on the flight.” He tells them, smiling at you and taking the water you gave him.

You listen to him as he goes over the safety and rules, oozing authority that makes you ready to fuck him then and there. You grin when he winks at you before he escorts the clients to the bird, assigning their seat by their weight distribution and double checking everything before he helps you into the passenger side.

Using the excuse that he is buckling you to quickly slide his hand between your legs as he tightens the straps to keep you in the seat. Flashing you a smirk, he makes sure his fingers brush over your cunt and he winks before he pulls back, sure that you are affected by the way your breath caught.

You watch him as he tells everyone to put their phones on and you put yours on, watching him flick buttons until the engines roar to life. His voice comes into your headphones as he reads off his checklist once more until he asks the clients if they are good to go.

Frankie is keenly aware of you watching him as he lifts the aircraft off the ground. Glancing over at you as he hovers about one hundred feet off the ground, he sends you a small wink and looks back at his instrument panel and then the horizon outside.

You look out of the window, gasping at the sight of the beach and the water as you ascend higher and higher. You’ve never been this high up and you’re certain you understand the initial draw for Frankie to keep doing this even after leaving the military. “Wow.” You whisper, looking at the view before you glance back at Frankie. The clients are talking too but you enjoy just watching him.

He might be showing off slightly. Moving the yolk and playing with the controls to give the flight a little more movement than he normally would. Nothing to make it uncomfortable, just enough to make it fun. Delighting in your gasps as you watch him work. He’s had women interested in him when they find out he’s a pilot, even having clients hit on him, but you watching him is something else. He can feel the pride and joy radiating off of you and it makes him fall for you even more.

The ride is soon over and he lowers the helicopter back down to earth, cutting the engines and you are soon bidding goodbye to the clients who tip Frankie and thank him for an amazing time. You are so wet for him, seeing how capable he is and how sexy it was to watch him operate the helicopter with ease. When he comes back over, you grab the lapels of his flight suit and press your lips to his.

Frankie chuckles against your lips, although he’s just as eager. Turning around and pressing you up against the side of the helicopter so he can kiss down your neck. “You want to get in the back?” He asks. “Take a ride in the fuselage?”

“Oh God yes.” You whimper, tugging on the zipper of his suit as you reach in to grip his hardening cock. “Want you inside of me, want you to let me ride you in your helicopter and you can think of me every time you get into it.” You tell him, wrapping your fingers around his cock.

Hissing, Frankie ruts his hips into your hand, loving how eager you are for him. “Always think of you in this thing. Fuck, maybe just when I’m f-flying.” He stutters when your hand squeezes him. He knows Diane won’t come back outside but he pushes you back into the helicopter so he can climb in and shut the door.

You straddle him, leaning in to kiss his lips until you pull back, slowly pulling the zipper of the flight suit down to reveal you have nothing on underwear, exposing your tits to his hungry eyes as you shrug off the arms of the suit and you reach between you to continue pumping him, leaning into kiss his neck.

“Fuck.” Frankie huffs, closing his eyes and letting you take the lead. You’ve rarely been in control, so this is a treat, letting him yield to you. His hands come up and cup your tits. “Fuck baby, you’re so sexy.” He moans, loving how you grind down on his hard cock. “Want you to fuck me right here.”

You love how he cups your tits but you need him inside of you. You shift off of his lap, shoving the flight suit down and you stumble, trying to get it off of your boot. Frankie chuckles, leaning down to help and you abandon taking the other leg off so you can straddle his lap again. You reach down to grip his cock, shifting forward to position him at your entrance, looking up to look into his eyes as you sink down onto his length.

Frankie moans, eyes fluttering as you take him. Amazed at how you always fit him like a glove. Groaning your name and rocking his hips up to fill you the last minuscule millimeters. Craving to be as deep as he can possibly get. “Oh fuck, you- fuck-“ His head hits the back of the fuselage and he grips your hips desperately. “Move baby.” He begs.

You grip his shoulders, lifting up his cock and you slowly sink back down, a moan escaping your lips. “My gorgeous, Francisco. Brave pilot and so so sexy.” You moan, knowing you shouldn’t have called him yours but you couldn’t help it. “You look - looked so hot piloting this bird.” You pant, picking up your pace as you start to ride him.

He whimpers when you call him yours. Knowing that he wants you, he lunges forward and desperately kisses you. Sliding his tongue into your mouth while he cups the back of your head and moans when you clench down around him. He loves you. He knows that now.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, barely moving your hips as you grind on his lap and you would say you’re making love more than fucking. It’s slow and unhurried and you love it. You love him. God, you love him. You whimper into his mouth, your chest pressed against his flight suit and you love how the material rubs against your nipples.

His boots press against the floor as he struggles to keep from thrusting up into you. “You-“ he breaks away from your lips and starts kissing along your jaw. “You should pretend to go home early and come stay with me.” He pants breathlessly. “I’ll take vacation.”

“Yeah?” You gasp when he bites down on your earlobe. “Let me fuck you every morning, afternoon, and night.” He pleads into your ear and your eyes roll into the back of your head as your resolve crumbles. “Yes. I’ll - I’ll tell Tom work called me back earlier than - than I expected.” You pant, starting to move a little faster now that the need has taken over.

Moans and groans fill the interior of the aircraft, getting higher every time that you slam back down on his cock. “Oh fuck- come on baby.” He demands, grinding your hips down on his cock and making sure the coarse pubic hairs grind against your clit. “Want you to cum.”

“Going to. Oh God. I’m going to. Always do. Your cock - you’re so good to me. Oh fuck Frankie. Oh fuck. Oh-” Your cry echoes in the fuselage and your back arches as you clamp down on his cock, soaking him as you shake on his lap.

Frankie moans your name, now taking over and thrusting up into you. Frantically burying his cock inside you as he rushes towards his own release. “Fuck- love - love it.” He barely manages to keep from telling you how he feels when he pulls you down hard on his cock and grinds up into you, painting your walls with his seed.

You collapse against his chest as he fills you up with his cum for the umpteenth time. “I love it too.” You pant, kissing his neck as you allow yourself a moment to just revel in this orgasm and this time with Frankie. Time is running now. You’re supposed to be leaving next week. You need to tell Tom you’re leaving early. You feel awful but you need to do it. You need to spend this time with Frankie.

“I understand if you don’t want to trick Tom.” He murmurs after a minute. “I just hate that I haven’t been able to spend more time with you.” He strokes your back and sighs. “We should be able to do what we want. You’re an adult.”

You huff, “I know but you know Tom. He just - like you said, he still thinks I am two years old. I - I hate lying to him but he would kill us both if he found out about us. Baby…I can’t - I don’t want this to end now. I want to spend the week with you. I’ll tell him I’m leaving early. I feel so guilty but I need this time with you.” You stroke his chest, “let me handle it.”

He wants to tell you that it doesn’t have to end, but he just nods. “I trust you. You do whatever you need to.” He bites his lip and grins. “A solid week in bed and how about we drive a couple of hours south? Maybe go to Key West and get a room on the beach?”

You nod, excited by the idea of going away with Frankie. “I’d love that.” You kiss him again, unable to believe how lucky you are to have found him. You just wish he could be yours. “Seriously though, you’re an amazing pilot. I always knew you were but to know you had the boys’ backs? You’re incredible.”

“It was my job to get them home safe.” Frankie murmurs softly. “I took it seriously. Never wanted to see you cry because I failed.” He bites his lip. “Never would have forgiven myself.”

You kiss his chin, “you - you’re amazing, Francisco.” You stare at him and know you’re so close to telling him how you feel but you can’t. You swallow the words and shift off of his cock. “I better - better change and head back to Tom’s, he will be phoning me soon and I need to tell him my plan.”

“Okay babe.” It’s getting harder and harder to let you leave when it’s time, it’s why he had desperately suggested the week with him. He groans as you pull off of him and he grins at you. “You should take the flight suit with you. Trophy.”

You smirk, “I don’t think anyone is gonna want it now your cum is smeared inside of you.” You joke, managing to get it back on and you zip it up as his cum drips out of you. You reach out to tuck him back in his suit, slowly zipping him up and you peck his lips. “Come on Captain Morales, I gotta get home.” You smile and he has this distant look in his eyes and you get out of the helicopter when he helps you down, his hands remaining on your waist for a moment.

Frankie makes you wait for another moment, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours gently. This kiss is different from the hungry ones that you’ve shared before. It’s slow and tender, almost loving as he cups your jaw. “We should get you home.” He murmurs when he pulls away again.

You’re breathless when he releases you, your heart thumping in your chest and you kiss his chin before you let him guide you to change and you get back into your clothes, folding up the flight suit to keep. You’ll sneak it back into Tom’s house. You get back into Frankie’s truck and enjoy the breeze as he drives you back to his house. When you leave, you’re reluctant to go but you have to. Your phone had already buzzed with messages from Tom. “I’ll text you. I should be able to get away tomorrow.” You promise, kissing him once more and you let go of his hand, forcing yourself to leave.

Frankie watches you leave, staring down the street for long minutes after your taillights disappear. He’s in love with you. Hopelessly so. These weeks have just proven it him and now he’s going to use the week alone with you to convince you to make this official. To risk Tom’s wrath and the long distance. Shaking his head, he pulls out his phone to start making reservations. He wants to do this right.

After several hours of convincing Tom about why you had to go home, he finally relented and you are driving down Frankie’s street, parking on his driveway and your heart pounds at the thought of seeing him again. You had said goodbye to Tom and the girls, feeling guilty but when Frankie opens the front door, you can’t feel bad about leaving early. “Hey handsome.” You smile as you get out of the car once he opens your door.

“Hey.” His grin is wide and you are barely out of the car before he’s kissing you. “I’m glad we’re doing this.” He confesses as he pulls away. “Although I need to get you in the house before I fuck you right here in the driveway.”

You giggle and he reluctantly lets go of you to grab your case out of the trunk. You squeal when he slaps your ass when you walk into his house and as soon as the door is closed, he has the case set down and he’s pressing you up against the door as his mouth fuses with yours. You reach up to knock his hat off of his head, tangling your fingers in his hair and you need him inside of you now.

He smirks against your lips, knowing what you want. “Dirty girl.” He growls and tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth. “You want me to fuck you right here, don’t you? The blinds are open and anyone can see what a little whore you are.”

His words have you dripping already, or maybe it’s the fact that he just makes you wet by simply looking at you. Either way, you are desperate for him to fuck you. “Yes. Please Frankie. I’m your whore.  Fuck me. Fill me up.” You beg, already reaching for his jeans.

Batting your hand away, he tuts and shakes his head at you. “Strip down and turn around, hands on the wall.” He orders you, slapping your ass when you whirl around. “You don’t get to touch, you’re just going to take what I give you.”

You shiver with arousal as you work to quickly strip down and when he kicks your legs open to expose your dripping cunt, you’re practically shaking with need for him. “Oh fuck.” You gasp when his hand slaps your pussy, your slick covering his fingers and palm to show him how ready for him you are.

“Fuck, always so wet for me.” He groans, reaching for the button of his jeans so he can push them down to his ankles. You like the idea of being completely naked while he’s not, it adds to the fantasy that he’s using you. “Stick your ass out more baby.”

The thing about Frankie’s house is that the front door is off to the side. The front windows to the living room face the door where it looks into the space. Anyone who pulls up to his house has a very clear view of what he is doing right now as he pulls his hips back and thrusts into your roughly. Or at least they will when they walk up closer to the house, by his truck and the rental car that you are driving.

****

Tom decided to see what Frankie is up to. Since you left this morning, he’s been a little down about his little sister leaving a week early so imagine his confusion when he pulls up to Frankie’s house and sees the car you rented on the driveway. “What the fuck?” He mutters, parking his truck and he makes his way to the door, freezing at the sight that greets him through the window: one of his best friends buried inside of his little sister, fucking her like she’s some cheap whore. He growls, running back to his truck and he grabs the gun he keeps in the glove compartment, making his way back up to the front door and banging on it. “Morales. You piece of fucking shit. Open this Goddamn door before I ram it.”

“Shit.” Frankie stops mid-thrust and pulls out of you, scrambling to pull his pants up while you freak out. 

“It’s Tom!” You cry, whirling around and grabbing your dress off the floor. 

“Open the fucking door!” Tom bellows, the heavy thuds against the door sound like he’s about to beat the damn thing down. 

“It’s okay.” Frankie assures you, waiting while you throw the dress on before he rushes over to the door and unlocks it. Throwing it open, he’s met with a very pissed off brother with a gun. 

You don’t hesitate to step between Tom and Frankie, knowing he wouldn’t point the gun at you. “Tom please. Listen to me. Frankie hasn’t done anything wrong.” 

Tom cuts you off, “anything wrong? Are you fucking - he was just balls deep inside of you. And you lied.” His eyes flick to you and they sadden, making you feel guiltier. His eyes then flick to Frankie, narrowing in anger. “Get out of the way.” He orders, making you shake your head. “Out of the fucking way.”

“Babe, move.” Frankie orders you quietly. If your brother was going to kick his ass or shoot him, he damn sure didn’t want you in the way.

“But-“ his dark eyes turn to lock onto yours and you stop arguing, biting your lip as you move out of the way. 

“Tom, you caused this.” Frankie tells him. “You smothered her to the point where she felt like she had to hide this from you.” He’s not going to apologize for touching you. He’s not ashamed of it.

Tom’s jaw drops. “You- how long have you been fucking my sister?” He asks Frankie, who stands straight. 

“For the last three weeks.” He reveals and Tom’s fingers flex around the gun. 

Tom turns to you, “all the - the beach? The mall? The movies? It was - you were seeing him?” 

You nod and Tom shakes his head, heartbroken that you lied to him so many times. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to lie but you - you are always so protective. I knew you would never let me hang out with Frankie.” 

Tom growls, “and clearly I was fucking right. He - he violated you.” 

You shake your head, pissed, “absolutely not. He didn’t violate me. I wanted him to touch me. I asked him that first night in your-” 

Tom’s eyes widen. “My fucking house?” Tom hisses at Frankie who remains tall. 

“I asked him to touch me and I didn’t expect to fall in love with him but I love him Tom and you can’t stop me from seeing him. I love you, you’re my big brother but I’m a grown woman and I will see the man I love whether you like it or not.” You finish with a heavy breath, not realizing what you said.

“He’s not good enough for you!” Tom hisses, making Frankie snort and shake his head. 

“No one would be good enough for her. You’d rather have her be alone than happy.” He accuses his friend and the man he had considered a brother for nearly ten years. “You’d rather have her be alone than with a man who loves her more than anything and would worship the ground she walks on if given half a chance.” He turns to you. “I love you, sweetheart.”

You grin, stepping closer to cup his cheeks, uncaring of Tom and the gun he is holding. All you can focus on is Frankie. "I love you too. So much. You're all I can think about. Whenever I had to leave, I just wanted to stay, whenever I left, I wanted to come straight back to you. I love you Fransisco Morales." You declare, looking into those brown eyes you adore.

Tom snorts and shakes his head. “So you were just fucking my little sister.” He huffs at Frankie. “You’re just now telling her that you have feelings for her. But I’m supposed to believe that you’ve loved her the entire time you were burying your cock in her?”

You barely take your eyes off of Frankie to look at your brother. "Tom please. That was - I told him I wanted something casual and he agreed. We didn't - I didn't expect it to turn into love. I've always had a crush on him but I thought he didn't think of me as more than your little sister since you do such a damn good job of making sure everyone is reminded of that. I love him and I want to be with him. He was giving me what I wanted, don't blame him for that."

“I will still shoot you.” Tom threatens Frankie, his eyes flat and serious. Frankie waits. “If you hurt my little sister.” He finishes after a long moment. 

Frankie nods once and the men communicate silently through looks for another moment before he turns back to you, “I meant it.” He promises you. “I was planning to convince you to see me long distance. Talk and travel back and forth.” He gives a small shrug. “Hell, I don’t want you to leave.”

You pull him into your arms, "I don't want to leave either. I want to stay with you. Frankie, I meant it. I still have the rest of the week, let's see what I can do about transferring down here eventually. I know what I want and it's you." You promise, knowing you would never leave if you didn't have to sort out your life back home.

“You’re going to move here?” Tom huffs, having asked you to move closer many times with the answer always being that you have a life where you live. Now, you’re willing to drop everything for Fish? “Are you pregnant?” He demands, scowling at the thought of his friend knocking his little sister up. His gun hand twitches.

You shake your head, "no Tom." You roll your eyes, "I'm not pregnant. I am in love. I want to be with Frankie.” 

The man wraps his arm around you, eyes still focused on the gun Tom has in his hand. “Can you put the damn gun down, Redfly?” Frankie growls, needing it to be out of reach to make him comfortable.

Glowering, your older brother huffs but clicks the safety on and sets the gun on the counter. Frankie breathes a small sigh, feeling his body relax slightly and he pulls you closer. “I love you baby.” He murmurs softly.

“I love you.” You murmur back and he leans down to softly kiss you. 

Tom huffs, knowing he has no choice but to accept this. It kills him but what can he do? He wants you to be happy and he will be here when Frankie breaks your heart. “I’m still pissed you went behind my back but…it’s obvious I am not gonna change this shit but you better not break her heart, otherwise I will break your fucking legs.” Tom points at Frankie.

“I’m not going to break her heart.” Frankie promises. “She’s incredible and way too good for me.” Tom nods in agreement, but you scoff and shake your head. “The day I hurt her, I will very willingly stand still while you beat me.” Frankie promises before he looks back at you. “Now will you go the fuck away so we can finish what we were doing before you rudely interrupted?” He chuckles. “I owe your sister an orgasm.”

Tom wrinkles his nose, shaking his head. “Never tell me about that shit again. I’ll go. You-” Tom points at you, “you are gonna come and see me before you leave.” He orders and you nod, knowing you owe him that. You lean into Frankie as Tom grabs his gun, exhaling deeply when he opens Frankie’s front door. 

“See you later, Fish.” He says after saying goodbye to you. 

You watch him close the door behind him and you spin, pressing yourself against him. “Where were we?” You coo, kissing his jaw.

Frankie chuckles and shakes his head. “Before or after your brother almost shot my ass for fucking you?” He asks, knowing that it was a valid response to finding out that his little sister was with him.

You snort, “he can be such a dick.” You drag him closer to press your lips to his. “Before fucking Yosemite Sam came in.” You chuckle, kissing his upper lip. “I love you Francisco.” You murmur, soft and sweet now that the stressful moment has passed, you want to revel in the truth of being in love with Frankie.”

“I love you too baby.” He pulls back and looks in your eyes. “I really do, I didn’t say that just to save my ass. I would have taken the beating, if I didn’t. But I want to build a life with you.”

You grin, glad you are on the same page. “Me too. I’m going to see if I can work remotely. I gotta go home to sort everything out and then when I come back…I can get a place and we can be together properly.” You caress his chest, reaching for the hem of his shirt, pulling back to lift it over his head. “I want a life with you.”

Frankie frowns and shakes his head. “You can stay with me.” He offers. “You don’t have to sleep in the same bed if you don’t want to, but I have the room. You don’t have to pay for somewhere to live.” It’s ridiculous for you to pay for a house or apartment when he had bedrooms that weren’t being used. He wasn’t going to assume that you wanted to live with him.

“I didn’t want to assume that you want me to move in with you.” You confess, “I wouldn’t be able to sleep in another room and be in the same house as you. I wanted to sleep in your bed, in your arms. I love you Frankie. I want to be with you. I am all in.” You promise, leaning in to kiss above his heart.

He growls and grabs your arms. “Come on.” He orders harshly. “I want to have you in the bed we are going to sleep in together.” He loves that you are already all in.

You let him guide you to his bedroom, one you know as well as your own despite never sleeping a full night in his bed. He quickly strips you down again, laying you on the bed and you look up at him, not wanting him to be anything other than himself. “I want you. Just you right now. Want you to make love to me.” You order.

“Yes ma’am.” Frankie breathes out, kneeling on the bed and sliding his hand up your thigh as you spread them for you. “I’ve wanted to do this since the first day.” He admits with a grin. “Now I’m going to be able to. And hopefully the last man to make love to you.”

You smile at his words, heart clenching with hope that it’s true. “Yours. Only yours baby.” You promise, wrapping your arms around him when he hovers over you, shifting his weight to one arm so he can grip his cock and push into your wet pussy. “God I love you.” You sigh when he’s fully seated.

Frankie groans and closes his eyes, slowly starting to rock into you. “Love you too baby.” He promises, taking your hand and lacing his fingers with yours to hold. He wants you as close as he can have you. Needing to be connected.

You moan, squeezing his hand as he moves inside of you. "Oh fuck baby. You feel - so good. Always so good." You ramble, tilting your head back and he kisses along your neck, making you sigh in contentment. Happy to be in his arms and have your feelings out in the open. "I'm yours." You promise, closing your eyes when he hits something incredible deeper inside of you.

“Good.” Frankie groans, rocking his hips a little faster. He wants you to cum, to fall apart for him. Kissing down along your jaw, he chuckles and bites down on your pulse. “Want to feel you cum for me.”

You whimper when he pushes deep inside of you, making you gasp out and you are so fucking close to cumming. When his fingers rub your clit, you gasp and within a few thrusts, you are cumming. "Oh fuck baby." You cry, throwing your head back into the mattress as you cum.

He keeps his lips attached to your skin while he works you through it. “So good.” He groans, rocking into you faster and harder. “Love you, love you so fucking much.” He pants into your skin.

“Cum for me, Francisco. I love you so much. Cum.�� You beg, reaching for his hair to pull his face to yours so you can kiss him, swallowing his groan as he buries his cock inside of you and paints your walls.

He collapses on top of you and slides his arms under you, holding you close while he tries to catch his breath. “I love you.” He pants, closing his eyes and thanking God that you love him and you want to do this with him. Along with Tom not putting a bullet in his ass.

You just breathe him in, that lingering scent of oil and something woody that makes your body relax instinctively has you burying your face in his neck. “Thank you.” You murmur and he pulls back to look down at you, a frown on his face. 

“For what?” 

You smile and cup his cheeks, thumbs caressing his stubbled cheekbones. “For being everything I ever wanted.” You whisper and his answering grin takes your breath away. To think it all started with you and Frankie in Tom’s kitchen, having sex. You didn’t take the most conventional path to make it to where you are, but you wouldn’t change a thing. Fucking Frankie Morales is incredible, loving Frankie Morales…it’s indescribable.

[kittenshift-17]

I want to know, if you don't mind and if you feel comfortable, your honest opinion, from the bottom of your heart, why you choose zutara over kataang. I'm really curious to know an adult's perspective about this ship.

Hi,

Thanks for asking this. Hopefully, it's with genuine curiosity and not a means to find things to argue with or attack me over.... anyway... I've been thinking about this a little bit, and the answer is two-fold.

The short answer is that I pick Zutara over Kataang because I don't like Aang very much, and I do like Zuko; I think the characterization of both just lends itself more to an appreciation of Zuko and his redemption arc over Aang's hero struggle.

The long answer is a summation of the following:

Aang's a child in the series, not yet even a teenager, and I think we can all agree that he often displays his lack of maturity throughout the series in several places. Now, this isn't necessarily a fair argument to bring to the table, given that he would undoubtedly mature as he grew (we assume) and did some growing up, even during the series. That said, his age - his being younger than Katara, is another reason I prefer Zutara, because most of the time - at least when I'm writing them - the gaang are either in their mid-late teens or early twenties, and I think at those ages, most girls don't want to date someone younger than them. Partially, it's social conditioning, but developmentally, boys tend to be two years behind girls in regard to maturity, etc., so it's a big factor.

We see throughout the series that Katara goes for guys that are... shall we say, more "manly" than Aang? Jet is a sexy schmooze with mixed-up ideals, but he's older than her and well-fit. Haru is buff as hell and kind of adorable (before the mustache makes its debut, anyway). In that regard, Zuko is much more Katara's 'type' than a scrawny, short, skinny bald kid with arrows tattooed all over him. Also, I mean, she seems to prefer men with great hair, and Aang just doesn't fit the bill.

Aang is the Avatar and, by merit of being so, needs to put his connection to the spirits world, his responsibility to the physical world, and his role as an avatar before everything else, including worldly attachments. We see this throughout the series, wherein his unwillingness to let go of his attachment to Katara inhibits his chakra pathways and blocks him from entering the avatar state. We also see him finally choosing his responsibility over his love for Katara, and while that's the right thing to do for the sake of the world, I just think Katara deserves more than that. It's the embodiment of the uptick in a preference for falling for the morally grey villain over the hero because the hero will sacrifice you for the good of the world, while the morally grey villain will let the world burn as long as you're safe.

Now, you could argue that the above isn't fair because Zuko has responsibilities, too, in that he needs to take on the role of Fire Lord, but I think there's more room for love/romance/attachment in that role than there is in Aang's role.

Zuko is so much more interesting than Aang; I don't know how else to put it. He's got the tragic back-story, the anger issues, the redemption arc, that morally-grey-what-can-I-say-grey's-my-favourite-colour vibe about him, and he's just so much cooler and more mature. Like, yes, he has his moments of childishness and temper tantrums - as does Katara - but he's matured far beyond what we witness of Aang and it makes him a more likable character. An example of what I mean is probably best illustrated in the Southern Raiders chapter. Aang tries to impose his own ideals and morality on Katara when she's burning for revenge, which, while he's trying to encourage her to do the right thing, doesn't really suggest that he's supportive of her feelings. I found him quite dismissive in that chapter with his insistence that she just forgave the man who killed her mother without any attempt at growth or chance for closure. Meanwhile, Zuko just grabs his gear and goes with her to make sure she'll be safe and to support her in whatever decision she chooses to make. Yes, it might've meant that he would be an accessory to murder, but at least he was supportive. Also, his reaction to learning Katara can blood-bend - an insanely frightening ability when you really stop and think about it - is alarmed but then accepting, and it's just so much more palatable than the lecture I imagine she'd get from Aang if he learned she'd used the ability for harm and revenge.

There's too much of a brother-sister vibe between Aang and Katara - at least when it's shown from Katara's perspective - and it wigs me out that the writers put them together in the end. Throughout the series, Katara treats Aang much the same way she treats Sokka, often mothering him as opposed to seeming romantically inclined towards him. Whereas with Zuko through the entire series, there's the ongoing thread of parallels between their characters and the underlying unresolved sexual tension between them - put there intentionally BY THE WRITERS, I might add. Like throughout the series, we were SUPPOSED to be shipping Zuko and Katara; the intention was to have them end up together. It's only the last-minute switch of writers and/or change of heart to fulfill the "hero gets the girl" trope that made Kataang canon, and I just think it's a disservice to the characters, the fans, and the series in general, to backflip like that at the last minute for a lame reason.

I could probably go on - and have before, in GCs and sometimes on Tumblr, about the many reasons they're just better suited to one another, but you're probably bored by now, so I'll stop here. Hopefully, the above gives you something to think about and a better understanding of the reasons so many ship the two of them. If nothing else, it's got me thinking about my Zutara fics and maybe even planning an update.

xx-Kitten

[lagncx]

Lord HEISEINBERG head canon

Neil newbon bless him and the amazing work he’s done. Says he leaves his characters open for us to make head canons well here’s mine!

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So like the little simp I am I go and get karls bonus figure and I also get the mutated one cause I think it’s cool. I’m over here like mmmm he’s so sexy “oh he’s so hawt” he listens to asmr with people hitting frequency metal bowls >///<

But nothing could take me from the reality that his mutation form (I would still impregnate him idc) is huge and hideous (nuh uh) and he literally has a dislocated jaw and a wire mustache that’s a crazy rebellion weapon but anyways! Rip to the metal army btw when we run from strum and fall in that trash chute I feel in my heart and my belly! He sleeps there In mutated form and if you were his significant other he’d probably be like “I uh- made this room for you” and for weeks you’d wake up with him gone late at night but you were just cuddling so you go looking and strum the lil guy just kinda stomps towards the chute and waves his little nubs down there cause you ordered to know where your iron giant was and there he was in…all…ALL his glory snoring and you weren’t sure if this was moldy metal or a being but then you saw the face and the mustache/beard(?) gave it away and you kissed strum’s engine hopping down and falling on luckily a flat board making him shake and the sound of metal groaning as he got up and his head snaked it’s way over to look at you your face was looking at him like

So he thought you were disgusted and I know he can use his words but imma say he can’t and can only groan so he kinda just hides away cause in my mind he can’t change back so quickly but poor baby was showing his true self this monster he didn’t even CHOOSE TO BE!!! FUCKING MIRANDA HURTING MH FUCKING BABY HIM AND SALVATORE AND ALCINA AND DONNA FUCKING DONNA THAT BITCH! AND ETHAN! (Sorry.) so you kinda just climb over this hazard space cutting yourself a few times but you’re no bitch and your right next to his face (I’m literally looking at his form as we speak on my tv) and you hesitantly give it a small kiss and for you it’s like a weird gooey taste but for Karl he tastes love! Woo! You’re not afraid of him !!! And for him that meant so much he knew he’d marry you, give you kids. HAVE YOUR KIDS anything! Open a jar of pickles…have you open the jar of pickles. Both of you not being able to so you both decide to just break it and eat pickles picking off any small shards of glass and kiss after with hot pickle breath. But this damn hazard place was freezing so you kinda looked around shaking and your face was like

So Karl kinda has this fuckass engine that heats him up so you kinda scoot closer that nasty ass goo (if you look closely at the figure the cadou…cado…fuck it. It’s moving. So after like an hour of silence and many questions you stick your hand in his separated jaw and for some fucking reason there’s a fuck ass spinning blades thing like a blender and you scream cause you get knicked but he kinda shakes in a way that he’s laughing. And you roll your eyes. Did you sleep down there? HE HE HELL NAH! But you didn’t like sleeping alone so you did cause you brought the mattress down (by yourself! Ducking soldats only got up for threats they kinda just watch you struggle.) and you laid on that wack mattress with a tiny blanket and you forgot the fucking pillow but it ok cause Karl kept breathing on you so that engine output had to come out somewhere SO YEA HES A HEATER TOO! erm…this is so silly and stupid. Karl when you like his form (you never said you liked it but hey you don’t hate it):

A song that fits this….hm. Oh yea swv use your heart

-Use your heart, and not your EYES- you gotta use your heart to love this man I mean his human form looks a little dirty but he is truly beautiful. In mutation and out

[sergeifyodorov]

willy mitch and auston for the character ask thing? <3

FIRST IMPRESSION

now bcause of Leafs Cultural Osmosis i had heard of them for a long time before i starting becoming a real leafsguy. Uhh generally i heard the most about auston matthews because he’s big and cool and sexy and hit em with the 4 and all of that. I think my most definitive pre-leafsfan leafs memory of them (him in particular) was once newsscrolling in like the early 21-22 season when he came back, struggled a bit, and then shaved his mustache for movember and started immediately scoring a g/pg

IMPRESSION NOW

Willy: a beautiful blonde Barbie doll of a man. going to gloss over how sexy i find him because it is, genuinely, embarrassing, and instead talk about the fact that he’s a) kind of stupid, but in an exceedingly charming way, b) has named his dogs after famous artists (pablo and banksy are their names), c) is one of the de facto leaders of the nhl’s swedish contingent. he also has this amazing power where he’s like… vibe immune. Like in one of Those Leafs Moments where all hope is lost and you know it is not going to end well, he’s going to score. Or, conversely, when the Leafs have cut the other team open and they’re bleeding all over the place, Willy isn’t going to do much. this means he is both “the only one who scores in the playoffs” and also “never there when they’re winning” which means ppl suspect he’s being carried or something. he’s not. also i suspect he might be a little bit gay but that’s not really my business

Mitch: babygirl of the year 8 years running. I am one of thee premier marner defenders like people hate him for NO REASON. only time ive been mad at my father in the past several years is the other day when i yelled at him for being Wrong About Mitchell but let’s not get into mitchydaddyissues because we can be here for hours about that. he is a creature of light he is Kind On Purpose but also he’s definitely got so much to work through in therapy it’s hard to define. also kind of dumb irl, but hockeywise just absolutely gobsmackingly intelligent. Has the ability to create chances out of nothing i am thinking of so many moments rn but most specifically the oilers game this year where they were down 3-1 and then he just stole it and MAGICKED the leafs into like. 3 goals in 5 minutes and they ended up running away with it. gorgeous. also he is one of the most decorated Winners in ohl history his conn smythe era is almost upon us and i believe this thoroughly

Auston: ALSO SEXY and im NOT embarrassed abt it. Gonna be real theres so many marner scholars out there and i consider myself a trendbreaker. Im a matthews scholar. He’s a virgo you don’t understand him like i (also a virgo) do; he’s meticulous and nerdy and completely blank in his understanding of things he does not care about; he’s whiny and petulant and completely ruthless -- to him there is only the place now, and the goal, and the clear line he needs to draw between point a and point b. he likes things to be Pretty he is fastidious and in that gray area between genre aware and completely oblivious; maybe he is choosing not to take notice of it. he also looks really gay. like are u flagging on purpose mr mustache and earrings

FAVOURITE MOMENT

Willy: overtime winner willy… he is unlike the other leafs stylistically in that he is absolutely fantastic at controlled zone entries AND he has straight-line speed that they. don’t. so this makes him naturally very talented at finding that open space you often get in 3v3 ot and sniping it on the breakaway. i think my fav in this recent years was the one against the blues… he just BURNS tarasenko and forehand-backhands binnington completely effortlessly so sexily. Also him straight up telling steve dangle he couldn’t read

Mitch: POINT STREAK NIGHT. Technically he set the record against tampa in tampa but he TIED the record in toronto against the sharks… it was 2-1 leafs and the sharks had the net empty and mitch was out there and he PASSED on the empty net and we were all like MITCH WHY TAKE THIS FOR URSELF and then the guy he passed to missed. And then he got it back and took the empty net himself and the cheering was so loud and long they had 2 pause the game a lil bit… this was in the recent aftermath of borje salming’s passing and they had the patch on their shoulders, and they were in the actually nice RRs, and mitch was CRYING and i was CRYING and i am STILL CRYING… he means so much to the leafs he WILL be one of the Great Leafs by the time his career is over no leaf will ever wear 16 again after him i love him so much!!! Thats a formative hockey memory

Auston: that time he ate the post and got really really bitchy about it to the press w his swollen lip

IDEA FOR STORY

Willy: now willy is just so cheerily and sexily oblivious it’s honestly kind of hard to maincharacter-ize him. Like he’s just kind of :) chilling. i WOULD like to see a meaningless sitcom episode type beat of him trying to wrangle all of the Swedes to some sort of dinner or something, and shenanigans ensue.

Mitch: the urge to tragic-protagonistize him versus him just being a cheery little motor who’s doing his BEST. i dont know what my mitch niche is he’s really just the emotional heart of it all and im not a very emotional person it is hard 4 me. he’s our main sadman’s bestie <3

Auston: now AUSTON i can write about forever. go read scheherazade etc but in the meantime i think he deserves some begrudging romance. he doesn’t WANT to fall in sappy gay love he’s not sappy he’s not gay and he’s not lovey he wants to WIN CUP but sometimes… WIN CUP comes with bonus SAPPY GAY BOYFRIEND. Also he deserves some erotic tension to knock him off that high horse he’s got a bit. get a leetle bit humiliated. Etc

UNPOPULAR OPINION

Willy: this is really only unpopular among leafs uncles on twitter etc but he is not lazy or emotionally uninvolved at all? He’s literally just coolheaded. U value perseverance and grit but when u get that from a blonde guy who doesn’t hit u don’t value it. that’s genuine xenophobia methinks

Mitch: i don’t get gay vibes from him he’s just real friendly and sweet and pretty. like yeah he definitely messed around w his teammates in juniors but it’s giving more like. experimentation and the results of the experiment were heterosexuality. Bi girl’s straight boyfriend vibes

Auston: coming from my place of Auston Scholarship again i disagree with a lot of the way he’s portrayed in fic… not all of it obvi but i think there’s a certain amount of Big Sexy Latino Guy must therefore be dom top/all this like. anger and feistiness and aggression and stuff when he pretty clearly is not any of that. like he’s never started a fight and tries to stay away from that… in fact his 1 nhl fight (matthews v stamkos, this playoffs) was him clearing up sticks from an earlier shoving match and then stammer going for him to try and draw mutual fighting majors. it’s kinda skeevy and just makes me like. Roll my eyes and leave when he starts getting possessive because he’s. Not really that possessive he likes to share he likes 2 have his guys and likes for all of his guys to like each other… he is having threesomes with bunts and freddie come next season i prommy, not pitting them against each other

FAV RELATIONSHIP

Willy: i think his half-mentorship half-romance with rasmus sandin is really inchresting… also just his general social standing among The Swedes as both one of the country’s best active players AND as a legacy boy

Mitch: 1634 :]

Auston: now im going 2 contradict myself… 1634 are of course platonic/hockey soulmates but i do love his dynamic with Others. The 1634 + machuk dramatic love triangle is v compelling… he did have this fun little Mutual Bastardy relationship with bunts… 9734 is very. Something. and i think the mattdrai girlies who love some regional rivalry high draftee mutual loathing would really enjoy some good good auston/ras dahlin now that machuk is too busy being happily married to sasha barkov

FAV HEADCANON

Willy: he is the oldest boy of six children so he has DEFINITELY done some child wrangling in the past… some oldest brother shenanigans… i think he’s probably great with kids and just with calming down and bossing around those that are younger/obviously less experienced and worldly than him

Mitch: thought the percy jackson books were dense academic texts but obviously really likes greek mythology. so . lied about having read percy jackson (he has not but he says he has)

Auston: paints his toenails

[spiritcc]

We all love Yuujin but what are your thoughts on Watson's design from tgaa

WHICH WATSON. WHICH WATSON!!!

the whatever immediately dead fake watson

man he's just guying around normal style :|

who knows if he has charm. he's dead. all i get is a posthumous mugshot.

poor mustache shape choice. hat too big. widened his features for no reason.

total disconnect with his murder shot:

murder shot watson

this is Not the physique of the mugshot above. this is a different man.

you know what though... it is so sexy of a man to be dead, he's gone as fuck and yet he still slumped over so sluttily... giving us the top down shot of his tiddies like he doesnt care... rigor mortis'd into such a casual pose... no face reveal as a little tease... big steak he was going to eat like the whore he was.... a little murder mystery on top...

4/10 for mugshot watson and 8/10 for murder shot watson.

this fucking. watson.

the fact that she's a fraud. a total one this time. three watsons and the actual fake gets the most screentime.

she was originally 8 with a phd, the public rioted, so capcom fixed this by making her 10 with a phd. i still remember. i fucking hate these two games so much. it's unreal.

she was a waste of time. we could've had the real sexy watson instead of her. fraud/10.

her looks. i forgot. the eyes do not match well with her hair and the scarf is also off. steampunk disgrace

[cherry-velvet-skies]

It is time for the finale of the Beatles Era Ratings series ❤ This series was so fun I don't want it to end lol

Episode 4: Paul McCharmly 😁 And as of now all four parts are available in my Masterlist if you haven't seen the others 🥰

Archie Comics Character (Pre-Beatles Era)

Tell me he doesn't look like a 50s/60s cartoon character

Simultaneously looks 18 years old and 8 years old this kid's a fucking wizard

He has the vibe of those people who seem super cool but talk to them for too long and they get real annoying real fast

4/10 his only skill is his seemingly endless inventory of cheesy pickup lines

Petulant Schoolboy (1962)

Resting Pout Face ™️

There is a certain level of entitlement radiating from this image but we don't have time to unpack all of that

Looks the same as practically every other kid his age but still thinks he's the best looking one

5/10 is cute until he opens his mouth

Undercover Ken Doll (1963-66)

His appearance has not changed since the beginning of the Beatles

Looks identical to his Beatles cartoon counterpart and no I'm not wrong

This man is one minor inconvenience away from throwing a full-blown tantrum

6/10 though I'd be lying if I said I didn't find him the least bit adorable

Teen Caught With Fake ID (1967)

Never have I seen a real mustache look so fake in my entire life

When people who work at convenience stores tell stories of underage people who come in trying to buy alcohol, this is the people that come in

He's 25 and he looks 15 I hate it here

3/10 maybe next time don't let your LSD trip determine your facial hair pattern

Understandably Conceited (1968)

Very similar to Undercover Ken Doll but there is something different here. Something...better

Beautiful and he knows it

His eyelashes are longer than mine what the hell am I doing wrong

9/10 he's a 9 but he gatekeeps his skincare routine

McBeardy (1969-70)

Jesus Christ do I even need to say anything

The only other exception to my "I hate beards" rule

The mustache cannot stand on its own it must be accompanied by the beard

1000/10 I want him to fuck me just so I could forget about my problems for a while

No (1971)

How did we go from McBeardy to t h i s

You really thought that having beard hair longer than the hair on your head was a good idea? I think the fuck not, James.

Every time I think about Paul's style evolution I desperately try to delete this one from my memory

0/10 I actively despise this

Hot Dad at a Pool Party (1972)

Well at least the beard is gone

The title is exactly what I mean. I have no other way of describing this look

His hair is a little shorter than I feel is the ideal length for him but it's not bad

7.5/10 it's enough to make me have a crush on him, but it would be nothing more than that

Baby's First Mullet (1973)

Looks cute but also concerningly sexy

I hate that I like this but then again rockstar mullets are different than regular mullets so I have nothing to be embarrassed about

His eyes are so big how does he do that

9.5/10 if I saw him at a club I would definitely wanna sleep with him

The Eighth Circle of Hell (1974)

And we're back here again I am in AGONY

The trainwreck of a mustache ON TOP OF THE MULLET? I am at my fucking limit.

This is the face of a man who has done his fair share of cocaine

12598347/10 I had it at a 2.5/10 at first and the only reason I changed it is because there is some sick twisted part of me that's attracted to this and maybe that's why I'm so angry about it. I thought about my rating overnight and ended up having a dream that we fucked and he looked like this and it was so hot. My affinity for skrunkly men is one that both comforts and deeply disturbs me.

Mullet Yoyo (1975-78)

No matter how long or short the mullet got it never left

At least the mustache is gone I can't take having to face my most embarrassing turn-ons anymore

To be honest he somehow looks more unhinged with just the mullet

7.5/10 my brain doesn't like it as much without the facial hair oh my god Cherry what the FUCK is wrong with you

Intermission (1979-80)

It's not that I don't like this. I just really have nothing much to say about it

Sort of a middle ground in between the chaotic energy from the 70s and the dilf energy of the 80s

He looks handsome I'll give him that

7/10 I certainly have nothing to complain about

Give My Regards to Dilf Street (1981-85)

Oh shit here we go

His hair got longer and none of us knew how to act

When I say I watch the Broad Street movie for the plot, this is the plot

3000/10 this man is a frequent visitor of my sexual fantasies

Warden at Horny Jail (1986)

I'm- 🥴

Nobody talk to me

This is the epitome of dilf energy it's not even a competition

36459871/10 please just fuck me already

Questionable Choices (1987-88)

He cut his hair I am in shambles

Paul why

He doesn't look bad but obviously the long hair is way better

5/10 I don't hate it but my heart belongs to another

The Swan is Gliding (1989-97)

The dilf haircut is back thank god

Paul you have redeemed yourself

He looks unbelievably sexy but for some reason it's missing something that he had in '86 and I don't know what it is- oH MY GOD HE DYED HIS HAIR THAT'S WHAT IT IS

1000000/10 it's still one of my faves but COME ON PAUL YOU'RE A DILF FOR GOD'S SAKE YOU NEED TO EMBRACE YOUR GRAY HAIR YOU'RE A SILVER FOX BABE PLEASE

Time Traveler (1998-2003)

He started looking real old real quick

But of course I will not be harsh with this era because I know it was a super tough one for him

I know all too well that when you're super stressed out, your appearance is the furthest thing from your mind

5/10 honestly he just looks like a typical guy in his sixties so there's nothing to bash anyway 😊❤

Lead Role in a CBS Crime Drama (2004-10)

This pic just gives me NCIS/Criminal Minds cast photo vibes idk

Again I mean this in the best way possible but he looks like just some guy and there's nothing wrong with that

A suit will always be sexy to me though

8/10 I have a certain appreciation for this one

Main Character Energy (2011-16)

This era of Paul was the moment

His hair is longer again and yes I do think he looks very sexy

A majority of the music he released in this era is just *chef's kiss*

10/10 this photo is from the promo for the NEW album which fucking slaps btw it's honestly one of my favorite albums from his solo career

Hey Grandude (2017-19)

I'm sorry I just had to name it that I think him using it for a children's book title is too cute

The gray hair is coming back and I very much do think it suits him

This is not so much "just some guy" but more like "a guy who aged beautifully"

9/10 if you told me he was approaching 80 years old I would not believe you

Eternal Rockstar (2020-Present Day)

Oh my god shUT UP

I have to say dilf. Do I have to say dilf? I feel like I have to say dilf

Don't dye your hair anymore babe you don't need it

10000/10 I had to choose this photo it taunts me too much 🥵

[yuri-cocaine]

i finished pandae so thoughts below the cut BUT I HAVE TO YELL ABOUT SOMETHING FIRST

IVALICE STANS HOW WE DOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i knew there has to be a reason why themis looks like ramza beyond “it’s a cute shonen face” and there has to be a reason why lahabrea’s dark armor creations were in mullonde!!! the heart of sabik is auracite that athena tampered with and what do you know, xiv’s ultima the high seraph is a primal summoned from another world. i’ve been crackpot theorizing lahabrea was behind the summoning of ultima and manipulating the war of lions based on nothing but the presence of the dark armor miniboss and now we get actual confirmation that his wife is the first to make contact with auracite and possibly ultima too. themis’s ramza resemblance is probably symbolic but i wouldn’t rule out that ramza has even met elidibus before.

AURACITE EXISTED BEFORE THE SUNDERING. ULTIMA THE HIGH SERAPH EXISTED BEFORE THE SUNDERING. 

this might also explain why the convocation seats are named after the scions of light from ff12--because they first convocation members probably were the actual scions of light that rose in opposition to the lucavi. elidibus and azem seats could be added later idk

the heart of sabik being auracite could also explain why lahabrea went from Stern Professor Who Won’t Round Up Your Grade to the bonkers version we know. auracite amplifies and twists your desires into something destructive, like with bagamnan and his wish to destroy the garlean empire. lahabrea’s duty to the star was probably similarly warped to him taking glee in destroying the shards, explaining why he’s a mustache twirling cackling villain as opposed to emet seeing the rejoining as a depressing burden. 

final thing: lahabrea is all about fire magicks. his sigil is from mateus’s glyph tho, and mateus is an esper of ice. he really is in opposition to mateus, and his dual personality even references the og mateus the ivalice one is named after. this has layers. 

about the fights: the first one was kinda easy, the second was a bit tricky, the third killed me bc i was too busy crying, BUT ATHENA. HOLY FUCK. SHE’S A GORGEOUS BUTTERFLY THAT SUMMONS HIGH SERAPH ADDS. i saw yet another take about how xiv female bosses are all sexy and boring but like....athena is supposed to be beautiful that’s how she masks her sinister motives and why she got so many ppl under her sway. let’s use our noggins before making hot takes on patch day 1 for clout. 

im so fucking glad that the “erich is our lahabrea” theory got debunked lol. i thought claudien was an erich shard because they share similar skin tone and eye color. that’s why when erich bade us farewell, i wasn’t too sad because he’s still here in aporia and we can talk to him whenever we want. (unlike ryne and gaia....haha..... ;_;)

THEMIS THO ;-; im glad they made it canon that the wol feels absolutely terrible about killing elidibus. in the ew msq we have the options of saying “I’m sorry.” to elidibus before he sends us to elpis, and now in pandae we look miserable when themis tells us athena is making him fight us. the scene when he’s starting to dissipate in the convocation meeting room mirrors his last moments in 5.3, but this time we save him!!!!! my wol finally got off her ass and used her healing on him!!!!!! way to go yuma 

i lost my mind when themis spoke to us as a friend tho. he has the face of a kyoani protag and the deepest voice in the cast. i will miss you so much my fluffy boy!!!!!! you deserve all the happiness in the world!!!! when he was drifting in the aetherial sea and the light started shining i was crying i hope his next life is full of joy. 

(massive copium: no themis minion means we get to see him again in the future even tho he should be like a baby lol)

i liked when erich said that he went around looking for the wol after abyssos wrapped up. my headcanon is that he approached my azem and asked to see the absurdly strong rabbit person familiar again, and azem was like “uhhh ummm okay....here” and she pulls out a little red bunny. “this is her resting mode,” says azem. “she used up too much strength investigating pandaemonium.”

[egg-emperor]

What do you imagine eggmans father looks and sounds like?

I love coming up with a design and personality and concepts for Eggman's father so much, if they ever showed him in the game canon and he wasn't anything like what I've imagined him to be then I'd be devastated because I've become very attached to it dhajfkshdkghs

I've never been able to draw him how I want so describing will have to do. First of all, like Gerald and Eggman, I imagine he has a strikingly similar appearance because I like to think Gerald is the paternal grandfather. I never understood why non canon media went with otherwise but it made me sad. I want his dad to be a dilf with the classic sexy Robotnik family genetics too fhsjbdakdbskf

It makes sense for Gerald and Ivo to look to look so alike, as Ivo could possibly have been influenced by Gerald's appearance unintentionally, as well as having the genetics. So I don't imagine that his father is just another recolor for no reason and change it up a bit for him instead, though the resemblance is still strong for having those very unique Robotnik family genes of course.

I picture him with a very similar face to Gerald and Ivo with same structure, nose, and mouth. But a difference is that he actually had eyebrows and was balding too but tried to keep what hair he had left and Ivo never understood all the fuss and attachment, as soon as he got early male pattern baldness too he just shaved it all. XD He also wore glasses but a different style and also had a mustache but a lot smaller.

He was also fat as it was common for Robotnik family males to be heavyset but he wasn't quite as heavy as Ivo ended up, also not as tall as him, just like Gerald. He didn't have the gigantism type condition I imagine Ivo with as much either, though he still had above average proportions as another genetic thing. He also had blue eyes like Ivo canonically and I imagine Gerald had too. He also had Ivo's hair color.

His style was distinguished with the suits he wore as a businessman in Robotnik Corp and reflected his wealth, he had fancy outfits to wear to the casinos he liked gambling at which is what helped Ivo get into them too. The only times he dressed very casually was in the workshop and garage as his side work as a mechanic, which helped Ivo get his interests of vehicles and Ex Gear motorcycles and such.

He was also hardly ever not smoking, he was always seen with a cigar.

I've seen very few depictions of Eggman's father in fan stuff, especially ones that are to my personal liking, but I absolutely love this one. He's very close to how I've already imagined him being in my concepts for years, as you'll see he fits the description to a high degree. He looks so handsome and very well designed! I'd accept this in canon in heartbeat. 🥰

As for how he sounded, I imagine he had a bit of an accent like my Casino AU Eggman, which you can listen to here. He'd either sound very similar to how Mike Pollock does in those clips I used, or he could sound like how Deem Bristow voiced the character Kenny Sinclair, which you can also listen to in the post linked. Leaning towards the latter. It suits the personality and attitude I imagine him having well.

Are there a lot of things that make him quite like my Casino AU Egg but with less pink and sluttiness... yes lol. But that's the point as the version of his dad in the AU is mostly the same as my idea of main universe Egg's too and the only difference is that Casino Egg was more influenced by the casino stuff primarily, unlike modern who only took it up as side thing partially thanks to him.

If they ever revealed his father in a game and he was way different, then he'd still remain the Casino AU version of him forever because I'm so attached to the idea of him 💜

If you're interested in seeing more of my headcanons and concepts about his father, you can read about them in my #robotnik family tag! And if you have any more questions then feel free to ask, I always love talking about my concepts with y'all 🥰