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intheorangebedroom · 1 year

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Run Through The Jungle

Summary: You didn't want to take this mission, but your best friend and closest teammate talked you into it. Just how far are you prepared to go to prove him this was a bad idea… and what could you possibly gain from doing so?

Pairing: Frankie Morales x fem!Reader. Reader has a code name, "Echo".

Rating: Mature 🔞

TW: mention of blood, gun violence.

A/N: Hey @flightlessangelwings, your @pedrostories Secret Santa, here! I worked with your hurt/comfort prompt followed by a ✨confession✨, with our darling Frankie. I hope you like it, I did my very best 💝 I wish you a happy reading!

Word Count: 3.4k

He knows something’s wrong when the shot echoes through the canopy, followed by silence. He stops short in his tracks, a feeling of dread sinking in his gut, cold sweat breaking on his back, on his forehead. It goes against the direct order he just received, but he can’t help himself, his hand flying to the radio button before he even has time to think about it.

“Echo? Echo come in.”

He doesn’t recognise his own voice. Parched, hoarse, like sandpaper.

“Echo?” he tries louder, which only brings out the desperation in his tone and sends a flock of exotic birds upward.

“I don’t think it was her, Fish,” Ironhead’s voice comes in, much firmer than his own, but the concern in it is still tangible.

“Relax, men, I’m sure she’s fine,” Benny quips, but his apparent levity only thrums harder on Frankie’s nerves.

“Keep the radio clear, guys, she’ll call in when she can,” Redfly silences them all.

Frankie starts walking again, progressing deeper into the jungle, the vegetation so dense that he can’t see the sky, and all he can breathe is humidity, clamping his lungs. It’s dusk, and the world around him is dark blue and murky green. The press of his cheek against the cold metal of his riffle grounds him, he’s thankful for it, it offers a welcome balance to the shakiness of his trigger finger, ready to flex.

On his left, he feels Benny more than he can see him. Ironhead on his far right, a barely there rustle through the palms and long, invasive leaves. It’s uncanny the way Will can move his mass without any noise, like a ghost. He’s lost Pope a while ago, when he tried to keep up with you as you marched headstrong into the wall of foliage, but he assumes he’s somewhere behind, Redfly next to him, the two men strictly sticking to the plan.

They’ve been advancing for more than fifteen minutes, now, the target still not in sight, when it should have been hit on the ten-minute mark. At least that’s what Redfly had said. Ten minutes in from the trail, a small, square wooden house filled to the brim with gun trafficking kingpins conveniently gathered there to strike a peace deal. Rounded up by a shady and nameless intel cell, for your unit to harvest and sprinkle with lead. And fade back into the green, invisible, unnamed, unheard, like you were never there. It’s not an official job. It’s mercenary work. It pays as well as the stakes are high. Frankie knows you hate those.

You didn’t want to come. You didn’t want to take this mission. You clearly stated your view on the matter, blunt and loud and from the beginning. Said it was one of Pope’s rotten plans, that he’d made a deal with god knows who, and you did not like that, you needed more intel, that it wouldn’t end well, but then Redfly had spoken, and everyone else had fallen in line, so he’d convinced you.

Him. Frankie.

And he hadn’t been very subtle or gentle about it. “Don’t overthink it, Echo. It’s just an in and out. You fuck up the whole team if you turn it down. Redfly said it’s a six men job.” You’d scoff. “Yeah well, I’m not a fucking man, Fish”, and you’d left. You barely talked to him after that. Your last words to him before stepping on the humid, soft ground of the forest were curt and cold, “I have a bad feeling about this.” Your frowned brow imprinted with a reproach.

He could have told you the team wasn’t operational without you, incomplete, flawed. He could have said they needed you, that you were essential, like water and air. But that would have been a little too transparent for comfort. You’re so perceptive. Razor sharp. You would have seen right through him.

Beside, he’s made a point so far of never treating you differently from the rest of the team. He knows what you had to overcome to get here. He respects you and your skills far too much. But then, perhaps he’d been wrong. Perhaps he should have acknowledged your differences. Openly praise you for it.

I’m not a fucking man, Fish.

Of that he’s well aware.

And so you walked in first. Probably just to prove a point, if he had to guess. Rapidly swallowed by shadows, green and dirt. You didn’t give him a chance to cover you, like he usually does. You work in tandem, you know each other’s every move, every sigh, every frown. But not today, today you ran from him, and he lost sight of you. Something he hates above all.

He doesn’t know fear. He’s got proven ways to keep it in check, it’s part of the job, part of him at this point. He saw you take a bullet, held you down while Will extracted it from you, bandaged your bruises and cuts, just like you did his. But this time’s different. This time, he can’t see you. And the last reproachful look you sent his way before you disappeared is blurring his logic, crowding his brain.

The tac vest feels too tight, all of a sudden, like his chest has expanded, and the straps of his kit are biting through the flesh of his shoulders, the sweat dripping from his sideburns an unbearable tingle.

He quickly glances at his watch. The timer tells him they’ve been in for twenty minutes. He estimates ten have passed since the shot rang. You could have found the house. On the ten minutes mark, like Redfly said. But you would have called your shot and anyway, that would have unleashed hell. Pope estimated the number of men patrolling the close perimeter at thirty. You might be mad at him, but you wouldn’t voluntarily endanger any of them. The only possible explanation is—

“Anybody got a visual on her?” Pope asks.

Frankie listens as his teammates’ voices come in in turn, with the same grim, negative answer. There’s a beat before Pope asks again, “Fish, you got a visual, man?”

“Fuck it, I’m going to get her,” Frankie replies through gritted teeth, lengthening his strides.

“Fish, you stay in line, stick to the plan,” Redfly’s order resounds through the radio, but Frankie’s already reaching a clearing, sensing Benny speeding up on his left, trying to catch up with him.

If anything happened to you… If anything happened to you he’s gonna set that fucking jungle ablaze.

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The left side of your face hurts. Hurts worse than your worst hangover. As your brain slowly resurfaces, you take in your surroundings. Your right cheek on the rough wooden floor on which you’re lying, legs folded behind you. The rancid taste of the piece of clothe gagging your mouth. Dim light, dirty walls. Hushed conversations you can’t make out in a foreign language you know nothing of. Your hands tied up in front of you, the plastic binder cutting your wrist.

Something warm and thick is trickling down your brow and into your eye, a sharp and blinding sting that you vainly try to blink away. Blood. Ok. So that explains the pain.

Your kit’s gone, and so is your tac vest, your riffle, guns and other weapons. Panic flares in your veins. You’ve been shot, cut, wounded– but never taken. You have no idea how long you’ve been out. And what happened in the meantime. You walked into the clearing, your rifle raised and at the ready, you felt the metal brush of a blade near your neck, slicing the radio cord in one furtive motion, a shot rang out… and then everything went black.

Where’s the rest of the team? Fish and Ironhead were right behind you, you know they probably couldn’t see you but you could feel them, feel him, you always do, at a skin level. What the fuck were you thinking, stepping out of line, not following the plan? You were going to make a point and prove Fish wrong, but what point, exactly? What did you get so angry about?

You disagreed on the job, big deal. You know, deep down, it’s not about that.

It’s a six men job.

Why did it sting so hard? Fish is your closest friend in a team of men you all trust with your life, his conduct toward you permanently above reproach. How many times have you fell asleep curled up against him on a cold hard floor, only to wake up shielded by his heat, but, consistently, from a respectable distance?

Precisely. Way down in your soul, in your bones, you wanted to believe your instinctual synchronicity on the field spoke of a deeper connection. Have you waited all these years for it to become more? For him to act on it? Will he ever? Does he even think of you like this?

It’s a six men job.

I’m not a man, Fish.

Fuck. You got mad over the shadow of a feeling, over swirling smoke. And now your foolishness might have gotten them all killed.

Your mind spirals at the thought and you clench your eyes shut to push it away. This can’t be, they’re probably coming to get you, Frankie is coming to get you, he’ll find a way, he always comes through.

Frankie. Fast building tears gather behind your eyelids at the memory of the cold, angry stare he sent your way when you started advancing. You’d give everything to see his stupid pretty face right now.

Your shoulder hurts, crushed against the hard floor, sweat dripping down your back as you try to push back invasive thoughts. It was supposed to be a stealthy attack, this was the cornerstone of Pope’s plan, but now the targets are well aware of your presence, and likely getting ready to welcome your teammates. If they’re still alive, that is.

You don’t know how much time has passed. They might all be lying dead, blood flowing out of their bodies into the mud of this godforsaken jungle, as you’re trapped here, awaiting the same fate. Or worse.

Ok, focus, you’ve been trained for these kinds of situations, you’re a warrior. The light coming in from the small window on your right looks about the same as it did before you were knocked out, so you can’t have been out for too long. The surrounding room is small, square, and bare. You have to assume this is the target house. To which you don’t even know the floor plan, because Pope failed to provide the team with that piece of intel.

You make an attempt at wiggling your legs, testing how much leeway you’ve got. Not much. Your ankles, like your wrists, are bound, and you’re not sure if you can even sit up straight.

You feel the floor vibrating under your face as heavy steps approach, two men, maybe three, you estimate. Their voices louder when they speak, as they probably stand on the other side of the door, and you shut your eyes again, stalling for an issue, an idea, a miracle, when you hear the first shots fired outside in the near distance.

They come in rapid sequence, three by three, almost like a waltz, each salve getting closer to you, and if it wasn’t for the sudden commotion inside the house, you’re pretty sure you’d hear the thud of the bodies hitting the mucky ground.

They’re coming to get you, death in their stride.

You try harder to lift yourself up, ignoring the throbbing ache pounding your forehead, when someone kicks the door open. A stubby man in a loud shirt, a golden gun in his hand, covering the distance between you in a few hurried steps. He grabs you by the elbow and violently shoves you upward and against the wall, sputtering more than screaming in your face. You don’t understand the language, but you don’t need to, you know you’re about to become one of the human shields you’ve so often aimed at with your weapon.

And then it’s here. Before you have time to consider your options, or initiate your next move. Frankie’s voice, rambling and furious, instructing you to “Dive!”

You buck your knees without thinking and slide onto the floor as the content of you captor’s head is splattered on the wall above you. His limp body doesn’t have the time to hit you, Frankie catching it mid-fall and tossing it to the side as if he weighted no more than a paper doll.

Outside the room, it’s pandemonium, gunfire, men yelling, broken glass, but you don’t hear any of it, you only hear him, his heavy, short breathing, the rustling of his dirty clothes as he’s kneeling in front of you, freeing your mouth, cutting the plastic straps that bind your ankles and your wrists, cupping your face with both hands, lifting your chin up, scanning you for injuries, and his eyes, his eyes they’re not cold anymore.

“Are you hurt?” his voice sounds broken now, gone, as if all of it had been projected out of his body when he yelled for you to get down, as if he doesn’t have any left.

“Echo, baby, talk to me, you hurt? What’s that blood, is it yours?”

You’re lost in the sight of his anguished face, you don’t understand what’s happening, only his hands on your skin, brushing away tears you didn’t know were spilling, only his eyes alight with that particular glimmer, the one they shine with when he thinks you’re not looking, only the strength and tension and heat rolling off of him and pouring straight into you, through every fiber of your skin, of your being, and you stutter his name, like the little girl you had forgotten you ever were.

“I’m here, you’re ok, we’re here. You hurt? I need you to tell me if you’re hurt.”

Ironhead’s slow drawl rings out from behind the wall, a loud and forceful “Clear!” that echoes in Frankie’s earpiece, and his brother’s answer, “All clear over here.”

Pope bursts in, his tone tenser than you’ve ever heard it, “Is she here? Is she ok?”

They came through. They came to get you. Frankie’s heat is bringing the life back to your limbs, and you sit up straighter, raising your chin, gathering your wits, before you answer, “I’m fine, I’m ok, just the cut, here.”

Frankie tilts your head down to get a better look at your hairline. His hands leave your face and you whimper imperceptibly at the loss. He rips a piece of his shirt and uses it to wipe the blood from your brow so he can get a better look at your wound.

“It bleeds a lot but it looks superficial, did you lose conscious?”

Both Millers step into the room and you suddenly feel too self-conscious, discomfort crawling up your skin like raging ants, you don’t want them to see you in this position, they’ve never heard you complain once, but you sure gave them hell every time they did, especially Benny, so you push Frankie’s hand away and try to stand up on wobbly legs, with a grunt of, “I’m fine, I’m not a fucking porcelain doll, get off me.”

“Alright, she’s fine,” Benny says in a laugh, “let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Tom is the last one to step into the room, asking Pope if all the targets are down. He barely acknowledges you, or your potential injuries, you note, and you’re not sure what to make of it, you did disobey his orders and ignore his plan, after all. He most likely will never let you forget that.

So you stand taller and take a step, but your balance fails you, you vacillate a little, enough for Frankie’s firm hand to fly to your waist to steady you. A different kind of heat blooms into your lower belly at the commanding hold he’s got on you, and you will yourself to regain some semblance of composure. You’re a fucking soldier, for fuck’s sake.

“Need my rifle. And my gun,” you say, “they took them from me, I need something. I’m not getting out into that fucking jungle naked.”

Frankie’s eyes shine bright with a mischievous glimmer when he looks straight at you, a snarl tugging at the corner of his lips. Bending down, he unclenches the dead man’s grip on the golden gun and hands it to you.

“You can have this one,” he husks.

“Alright guys, let’s go,” Tom orders, and they all leave the room in a row.

You’re about to follow when Frankie turns around to face you again, crowding you into the wall until you hit the wooden panel with a surprised gasp. He's pressing his body against yours, his tac gear biting into your breast, a large hand at the base of your neck, thumbing the dip between your collarbone, the other one bruising your hip, his forehead against yours.

Your brain fills up with white noise, but your body, your body has always known. You arch up into him, your hands gripping his forearms to anchor you when he starts talking, rumbling into your mouth like a man with a fever, his low voice dripping down your sweaty skin and reverberating into your core.

“Don’t you ever fucking do that to me again, you hear me? I thought I lost you, you stubborn– you– I can’t fucking do this without you, you hear me? I need you.”

“Guys, we’re out!” Tom shouts from the front of the house.

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The hike back to the location where the two trucks are hidden is nothing like you’ve ever experienced. Four pairs of eyes darted on you, and on a normal day you’d smacked them all, but not today, today everything feels different.

Fear, is what you experienced. Disorientation. Years of training and practice that couldn’t help you.

Your gaze strained on Tom’s back, you walk in his literal steps, avoiding deep muddy puddles and rocks, anything that could unbalance you further. On your right, Ben and Will advance together as one man, Santi on your left, and directly behind you, Frankie, so close you can almost feel his warm breath graze your skin.

His words are swirling in your head. He tipped you off your axis. Breathed his confession inside you, one you’re not ready to acknowledge. But one you’re not willing to ignore or forget.

Benny’s the first to reach the vehicles and clear the giant palm leaves you used to hide them from sight. He gets behind the wheel, Tom sitting next to him, and Will in the back.

You walk over to the second truck, the one you came in, but you don’t think you can face the road, so you climb in the back. Frankie mutters something to Santi, you can’t make out the words, but you understand when he goes around and to the driver’s seat, while Frankie gets in next to you.

“What do you think you’re doing, Morales?” you try, but your body says different, and you slide on the bench to accommodate his large frame, to welcome his heat. He looks at you, a grin etched on his lips. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asks, his arm circling your shoulder as he pulls you in a tight embrace.

The drive is bumpy on the uneven trail and he presses his lips against your temple, covered in sweat and dirt and blood. His grip on you is nearly primal, it steadies you, and this, this is your axis.

“I fucked up, Frankie,” you whisper, “I'm sorry, I thought I got you killed and–” the words die in your throat.

“That would hardly stop me, you know,” he chuckles with a hint of sadness. “Don't be sorry, you were right all along. But I’m not wasting any more time, I’m gonna make sure you never want to run off on me again.”

Santi darts a look in the rearview mirror, but you can’t see his knowing smirk, you're drowning in Frankie’s low voice, like a bee trapped in thick syrup, your hand tugging at his vest, pulling him closer with a needy moan, seeking his plush lips with yours.

“You guys know I can hear you, right?” Santi grins.

“You’re gonna hear much worse when we get to the safe house,” Frankie answers before he locks his lips on yours.

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#FlightlessAngelWings #Pedrostoriesgift22 #Pedrostories #frankie morales x fem!reader #frankie morales x you #triple frontier fic

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thefact0rygirl · 1 month

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Boba/din/reader cuck fic?!?!?! 👀👀👀👀

JEY 🩵🩵🩵

hehehe it's the second part of my old mini series where sub!din asks to get cucked 😎 i've bits of dialogue of boba taunting the reader ("you're so wet. is this really for him or for you?") and some small scenes of reader and boba making din lay under them while they fuck so he can get a really, really good look.

just nasty smut that has been lost my shitty memory 🙃

#i guess i was planning to turn it into a series with reader and din cucking their way through the galaxy #which i mean same i would too tbh #ineffablepspspscal #flightlessangelwings #vee answers #din djarin x reader x boba fett

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fettuccin-e · 6 months

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So Good

Kinktober Day 17: Praise Kink

Tags: Miguel O'Hara x Reader, afab!fem!reader, unprotected piv, fingering (r!recieving), praise kink of course, Miguel has a filthy fucking mouth, shy!reader, miguel going feral because of course he does (w/c: 1.2K)

A/N: Back on my Miguel bullshit for my Kinktober catch-up of course. I cannot help it when he is so big and broad and sexy okay??? Anyway enjoy him goin' feral for his girl for 1k words hehehe (For the month, I have been following this list from flightlessangelwings!)

He first noticed it after a mission, and cursed himself for never seeing it before.

It had been innocent, tugging you close to his side as you both walked through the portal back to HQ, whispering a “you did good out there,” into your ear. Innocent enough.

But you had practically squeaked, your eyes looking anywhere but him, nearly pulling out of his grasp. Miguel saw how your thighs clenched together at the compliment, and it takes everything in him not to take you in the hallway right then, bury his face between them.

He doesn’t. He opts for filing it away in his mind, saving the information for later, somehow knowing that it would be important.

You both hadn’t been together for very long then, still in the trial stage of this new beautiful thing between you both. He was still hesitant to kiss you then, you had still been hesitating to go to his apartment with him.

But Miguel watches, waits, and of course, gathers more information. Starts complimenting you more on missions, in the office. Tells you what good work you’ve done, how you look so pretty in the new dress he bought you. It makes you fluster nearly immediately, your gaze pinned to the floor as you smile shyly, and fuck, those gorgeous, gorgeous thighs clench together every time. Taunting him.

Finally, after months of watching, waiting, he gives in.

He’s got you spread out beneath him, practically sobbing as he fucks you deep on his thick fingers. You loosen up so easily for him, desperate for it, your slick fucking dripping around his hand. Finally, after so long waiting to tell you exactly what goes on in his mind when he has you like this, he lets himself speak aloud.

“So good, hermosa, taking me so well,” he murmurs, and watches as your eyes fly open, a strangled moan flying from your lips. He can’t help the smile that plays at his lips. “You like that baby? Like hearing how good you are, how perfect you sound when I’m playing with this gorgeous pussy?” He can fucking feel the way your cunt clenches around his fingers with his words.

“Fuck, oh my God, Miguel-” you gasp, but you can’t seem to help yourself as you grind your hips towards Miguel’s hand. He adds another finger, stretching you wide to take his cock. “You- you can’t just-”

Miguel growls, leaning forward to nip at your jaw with fanged teeth. “Oh baby, of course I can. I can tell you how fucking good this pussy feels around my fingers, how it’s going to feel even better around my cock. This little cunt gets so wet for me, doesn’t she?” You whine wordlessly, and Miguel grinds the calloused pads of his fingers into that sweet spot that makes you fucking scream for him. “Answer me,” he snarls.

“Yes! Yes, ‘m so fucking wet, need you to fuck me so bad, Miguel,” you cry, humping your hips desperately into his hand, chasing your orgasm.

“Come on, sweetheart, soak my fucking hand,” he says, deep and dark, his eyes trained on the way your entrance leaks around his fingers. He reaches a thumb up to rub hard circles into your clit, and chuckles darkly when you let out a shaky moan with your orgasm, clenching around his thick fingers and somehow getting even wetter.

“So fucking pretty when you cum for me,” he mumbles, and your eyelids flutter shut, trying to breathe through the aftershocks.

Miguel pulls his hand out of your gaping entrance, bringing his hand to his mouth and sucking your slick off his fingers. “Tastes so good, baby,” he murmurs, and you whine softly under your breath, completely at a loss for words.

Leaning down, he licks into your mouth, giving you a taste of yourself as he notches the thick, leaking head of his cock to your entrance, pushing in, in, in.

Like every time you take him, it’s so much, and you gasp into his mouth as his cock reaches so deep inside, spreading you wide enough that you fear you’ll break.

“I know, amorcita, I know, it’s so much, isn’t it?” he whispers against your lips as he pushes in to the hilt. "You’re taking it so well for me though, baby, so fucking good for me.”

He can’t help the groan that wrenches its way out of his throat when you clench around him like a vice, moaning high in the back of your throat. His hips move of their own accord, pulling slowly out of you before he shoves himself back in, and it feels like he reaches even deeper.

“God, Miguel-” you moan, “it feels so good, you feel so big.” And Miguel’s vision blurs at the edges, his eyes tingeing red at your words.

He loses himself to it, the way your cunt squeezes him every time he pushes inside, hot and tight and fucking maddening. You claw at his shoulders every time he presses deep, grinding the tip of his cock into your cunt while overwhelming pleasure sparks up your spine.

He wraps his strong arms around the small of your back, tugging you up into a nearly impossible arch as he fucks into you like a goddamn animal, your head pressed back into the pillows. “So fucking perfect,” he snarls, and God, he’s not even talking to you anymore. His eyes are unfocused, wild, unable to focus on your face or the sight of your swollen pussy as you take him over and over and over. But he doesn’t stop talking.

“Fucking perfect, beautiful girl, taking my cock so goddamn well. My fucking girl, so good to me with her perfect pussy, feels so good, Dios, necesito este cuerpo constantemente, mi nena, mierda-”

Your head swims, blood pounding in your ears as he takes and takes and takes. You feel tears fall down your cheeks, choked moans forcing their way from your lungs.

Your orgasm rips through you without warning, without buildup, your body just locking up and electrified like a livewire as you soak his cock, his thighs.

“Good girl,” he rasps. “That’s my good fucking girl.”

“Shit- Miguel-” you keen, but he only shushes you, nearly hissing through his fangs, as he pushes as deep as he can into your body, pumping you full as his cock pulses inside of you. It’s fucking everything, pure bliss, and you both tremble through it together. He lowers your hips slowly back down to the bed, keeping himself buried deep inside while you quake through the aftershocks.

Time passes, but you can’t tell how fast it does. Only that you try to match your breathing together, Miguel wiping the tears off your cheeks. “Fucking perfect,” he whispers, but you’re too fucked out to respond.

He pulls out slowly, rolling you to your side, and plastering himself to your back. You can hear the way he breathes you in, and you settle into his warm body.

“Got a thing for compliments, baby?” he murmurs into your hair.

“You ass, I was trying to be subtle about that,” you admonish, but you can’t help the way you smile.

“Can’t hide anything from me, sweetheart,” he chuckles, his chest rumbling against your back. You tilt your head to the side, and Miguel leans to meet you in a kiss.

“I’ve still got my secrets, O’Hara,” you mutter against his lips, and Miguel grins.

“If you say so, baby.”

#oh miguel with your tortured soul and big dick #let me fix you #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara smut #miguel ohara x reader #miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 x you #spiderman 2099 smut #across the spiderverse fic #across the spiderverse smut

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fxllfaiiry · 1 year

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「 ಌ 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒 」

✰ fair trade - @wndalovebot

✰ sleeping bag - @quin-ns

✰ small favors - @grippingbeskar

✰ weakness - @cevansgoatee

✰ save a horse, ride a cowboy - @mandoalorian

✰ one bed - @frannyzooey

✰ too close - @foli-vora

✰ blushing - @talaok

✰ where you belong - @lavendertales

✰ this fic <3 - @forever-rogue

✰ pistol - @cosmictheo

✰ you’re my purpose - @mellowsaturns

✰ radio static - @/foli-vora

✰ good thing - @pedros-mustache

✰ sweet, sweet sugar - @unrefinedmusings

✰ not a thing - @/cevansgoatee

✰ for you, anything - @/mellowsaturns

✰ clean sheet - @egcdeath

✰ grumpy x sunshine <3 - @luveline

✰ no time to die - @davosmymaster

✰ not-so formal introduction - @guess-my-next-obsession

✰ say you love me - @thot-of-khonshu

✰ pulling away - @yesimwriting

✰ touch starved!joel - @/luveline

✰ I'm right here - @orangevtae

✰ darlin' - @charnelhouse

✰ blood in the cut - @wheresarizona

✰ love in the time of cordyceps - @sameheart-sameblood

✰ singing in the shower - @sunflowersteves

✰ a way to quiet the mind - @inlovewithquestionablecharacters

✰ this blurb - @anchoeritic

✰ the crooked kind - @heartpascal

✰ i lied - @flightlessangelwings

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #the last of us #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #joel miller smut #joel miller x you #ellie williams #joel miller x y/n #the last of us fanfic #joel miller fluff

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innaillus · 7 months

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fawktober day 16 - role reversal

"Anything for you, My Queen."

I bet he is enjoying the game.

I was considering doing something more hardcore but this already looks plenty. For now.

prompt list by @flightlessangelwings

#sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #inktober #inktober 2023 #fawktober2023

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ohjoelmiller · 1 year

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joel miller fic recs vol. 2 ✯

⇾ 18+ minors dni, read at your own risk! ⇽

happy reading and enjoy! thank u writers we ❥ u!

previous ⇾ vol. 1

series ✰

come home — by @imtryingmybeskar

the hawk and the canary — by @dino-fart

confused warmth — by @rise-my-angel

daughter’s best friend — by @coolgrl111

texas sun — by @from-the-clouds

my bestfriend — by @mannaima

mrs. miller — by @fantasyqueen502

the stable girl — by @guess-my-next-obsession

fallacy: reject me, i get it— by @cherry-clafoutis

the beginning of us — by @companionjones

one-shots ☆

i’m right here — by @orangevtae

morning, darlin’ — by @mandoalorian

dinner date — by @juletheghoul

running free — by @aphroditesmoon

lucky & pt.2 — by cherry-clafoutis

not a thing — by @cevansgoatee

for you, anything — by @mellowsaturns

say you love me — by @thot-of-khonshu

i won’t let go — by @youlightmeupfinn

untitled — by @forever-rogue

fears — by @nonexistent-introvert

blushing — by @talaok

warmth — by youlightmeupfinn

what comes after — by @jobean12-blog

gift (giving) — by @inklore

maybe now — by @supernaturalgirl20

tricks of the trade — by @mypoisonedvine

connected together — by @flightlessangelwings

these burdens we carry — by @thedgeoftheuniverse

if he wanted to — by @sl-ut

in the dead of night — by @egcdeath

love in the time of cordyceps — by @sameheart-sameblood

from eden — by @nexusnyx

religion's in your lips — by @millersdjarin

safe and sound — by @disturbedbeautywrites

it's chemical that make me cling to you — by @cockslutpadalecki

perilous companion — by rise-my-angel

short days, long nights — by @frannyzooey

us against the world — by @ynscrazylife

after the end of the world — by @narcosfanficworld-blog

gone soft — by @blathannabeaga

weakness — by @cevansgoatee

the price of a life — by @criticallyacclaimedstranger

a way to quiet the mind — by @inlovewithquestionablecharacters

seeing joel again — by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

late spring — by @heartpascal

save a horse, ride a cowboy — by @mandoalorian

the gold — by heartpascal

i never stopped loving you — by @musings-of-a-rose

never enough — by @joels6string

mini pedro pascal fic rec list ✫

the seat filler — by @whiskeyncoke-redux

(series) wildest dreams — by @i-magines

sunflower — by @writersblog20

strawberries & champagne — by youlightmeupfinn

papi — by @missbabyjay

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tieronecrush · 4 months

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office party

javier peña x f!reader

summary: your friend with benefits, javier, is your plus one for your dreaded office holiday party. when a coworker gets a bit too comfortable, javier steps in and shows you exactly how he feels about you.

rating: M

wc: 2.3k

warnings: alcohol use, mentions of sex, inappropriate advances from coworker, fwb, probably missing some so lmk what!!

a/n: my contribution to @pedrostories secret santa event!! was a busy holiday season so i wish i could have done more but excited to participate nonetheless. i hope you enjoy @flightlessangelwings and happy holidays to you!!! and tysm my love @northernbluess for proofing

dividers by @saradika

“Christ, where is he? Gettin’ freezing out here…” you mumble to yourself, gritted through your teeth as you stand shivering in your party attire — a tasteful black velvet cocktail dress, hem stopping a couple of inches above your knees and long sleeves with a sweetheart neckline. Fidgeting with your charm necklace, you nervously scan the entrance stairs to the history museum for the familiar face.

It’s the night before your office lets out for the holidays, and it’s also the night they host their annual holiday party. Even though it was quite the affair and your large law firm spares no expense for the event, you never really looked forward to being confronted with colleagues in ways you didn’t need to see them, and there was usually one man who would hit on you. Open bar, catered food, always in a gorgeous venue, it was a recipe for a great time or a horrible time, depending on your found company for the night. This year was the history museum, one of your favorite spots in the city. The daydreams you’ve had about taking him here pop into your mind like a flash in the pan — fleeting, and simply something to stay as a daydream.

A tinge of reluctance tugs in your gut. Was it weird to ask him here? Is he going to stand you up?

But then, there was Javier. Looking sharp as ever in a suit, one you’ve seen him in once after he stopped by yours after a late night working. Black, with a crisp white shirt and a red tie to fit into the holiday spirit. A smirk plays on his lips when he spots you, taking the stone steps two at a time as he approaches. It had taken a bit of convincing — virtually bribing — to get him to agree to be your plus one for the night, and when he did confirm that he would come along with you, the prospect of the party actually being something more bearable skyrocketed instead of the excruciating evening you usually expect.

“Hey there, querida. Why’re you waiting out in the cold for me? Debe estar congelándose. (You must be freezing.)” Javier greets you with concern knit into his brow, his big brown eyes softened and sparkling in the low streetlight. His large palms find the sides of your arms, rubbing gently to warm you up.

“Didn’t want to get pulled into the abyss alone in there,” you jest, “I don’t know if you’d have been able to find me with all the hiding I have to do from weird coworkers.”

You laugh and Javier chuckles lightheartedly, shaking his head as he relaxes in front of you. Nodding his head toward the door, he follows behind you as you lead with a hand at your lower back.

“Is there anyone I should watch out for specifically tonight? Am I gonna have to act as a bodyguard? Should I tell any of the creeps I have a gun?” Javier’s lips graze your ear as he speaks, keeping close to you when you enter and the sounds of the party erupt. A jolt runs down your spine from the intimate contact. It’s your turn to shake your head, breathing out a laugh as you limply hit your hand against his chest.

Your excitement around seeing Javier and spending more time with him was getting much more frequent and much more intense. Bordering the point where you don’t know if you can keep up the arrangement with the feelings you’re developing for him.

Friends of a few years, there’s always been a flirty undertone between you and Javier. It built up to the point that when everyone had cleared out from a dinner party at your place, Javier stayed behind to help clean up — always a gentleman — and the two of you, admittedly a bit tipsy from the wine that was flowing all night, told each other one a whim that you were attracted to each other. Both free from any ties of old relationships, you fell into an agreement: sex, great sex at that, with no strings attached. You two would remain friends and get exactly what you wanted, which was each other, without the messiness of a relationship. Something you were both jaded from.

These days, however, the lines were starting to blur on your end. Everything he did seemed to tip you further into the deep end before you finally came to terms and accepted that you had completely cannonballed into it.

Javier is a good guy. Didn’t have that reputation around town when you first met, but getting to know him in the wee hours of the morning after a few rounds, you fell fast and hard. It wasn’t until recently that you came to terms with it.

“Nobody needs the interrogation tactics or intimidation tonight, Peña.”

“Okay, okay…Tengo que asegurarme de que te traten bien. (I have to make sure you’re treated right.) One of their best employees, shouldn’t have to put up with the shit, querida.”

The air in the grand entrance of the city’s museum crackles with holiday cheer as festive decorations adorn every corner. Garland hangs around the banisters of the grand staircase that leads further into the museum, but most of the activity is in the large, marble-lined room you both stand in. Nearly every employee seems to be in attendance, people milling about in cliques and others indulging in drinking or dancing.

As both of you saunter toward the bar, the atmosphere softens with each step, the clinking of glasses and the chatter of coworkers weaving together into a cacophony of merriment. Javier grabs you two drinks, a glass of champagne for you and whiskey neat for him, toasting to the night ahead. The clinking of glasses resonates with your unspoken agreement: tonight, like every other night, would end the same way. No strings.

Amidst the swirl of laughter and twinkling lights, and the loosening power of liquor, the boundary between friendship and something deeper becomes increasingly blurred. Flirty comments dance back and forth, charged with an unspoken tension that lingers beneath the surface.

“You look beautiful tonight, cariño. How come I haven’t seen this dress before?” Javier asks, the two of you standing at a cocktail table, alone and enjoying it.

“Guess you’d have to be my plus one more often, Javi. Then you could see all the dresses in my closet,” you counter, smirking playfully and biting back the desire to mention something akin to a real date for both of you.

“Guess so, querida. Might have to make this a regular thing.” Javier sends you a wink before clinking your glasses together in another smaller toast, a smirk painting his face as he lifts the tumbler to his mouth for a sip.

With every exchanged glance and teasing remark, it’s evident that you’re tiptoeing on the edge of uncharted territory, yearning to express feelings that had long been confined. It’s unclear if Javier feels the same, but soft touches and gentle words ply you open even further, teetering with falling completely.

Then, amidst the dance of emotions and flirtations, a coworker appears in the corner of your eye, sauntering toward the table and bursting the privacy bubble that you happily curated with Javier. His name’s Jake, a man around your age who is friendly with you in the office, sociable guy with one of those “winning” personalities the partners would compliment endlessly. A guy’s guy. But one that had no problem approaching the women in the office. With a warm smile, he extends a hand towards the man at your side, introducing himself with an easy charm that seemed almost too perfect — of course, referring to Javier already as his ‘buddy’. The hint of jealousy that flickers across Javier's face doesn’t escape your notice, and you can’t help but feel a tingle of endearment for his slightly soured mood from being interrupted.

As the night progresses, Jake's alcohol-infused attempt at camaraderie with you grows increasingly unwelcome. He’d been watching you like a hawk so far, cutting in whenever Javier left to grab more drinks or when another coworker pulled his attention away to try to pick his brain about all that’s happening in the government right now. Inching closer to you, Jake leans against the hightop table, making conversation with slurred words and uninhibited want behind his eyes.

When you shift slightly away, attempting to remain civil enough at a work event, you feel yourself bump into Javier.

At that moment, Javier turns to see if you tapped him to grab his attention, but is met with the clear look of discomfort on your face. Jake leaning in closer, eyes wandering as you responded in the conversation, clearly attempting to check you out. Frustration toward the man in front of you lit in his chest, holding himself back from confronting him and instead fully embracing his purpose for the night. If he was invited as your date, he could act like it, right?

His arm wraps around you possessively, his lips pressing kisses on your temple, and whispered words meant to keep you close. Surprised at first, but happy to feel closer to him and to relish in the protective boyfriend persona, even if it is only to keep a creep away from you.

Jake, seemingly oblivious to the change in dynamics, spoke up louder, laying a hand on your arm and squeezing, “So you ever wanna cut out of work early and get a drink? Maybe end up back at my place? You can wear that dress.”

The proposition sends a ripple of discomfort through the air. Other coworkers turn away, ignoring the advance that left you shocked and speechless. But, Javier, now fully immersed in his role, takes a stern tone, cutting in and gently maneuvering you behind him.

“Hey, cabrón, why don’t you apologize for speaking to her like that?” Javier instructs, nodding to you while your hands wrap around his arm closest to you. “Or am I going to have to find one of your supervisors and tell them all this shit myself? Don’t speak to her again, or even look at her. And I will know if you do — I’ve got eyes everywhere, buddy.”

The look on Jake’s face makes you laugh softly from behind Javier, shaking your head as he backs away and leaves with his tail between his legs. Javier turns to you, wrapping you up in one of his arms and brushing his fingers softly against your cheek.

Concern softens his eyes, the same look that he greeted you with when he found you waiting in the cold, “You alright, cariño? Fucking asshole. You shouldn’t have to deal with that, should report him or something.”

“I’m alright, Javi. Thank you…You didn’t have to—”

Javier shakes his head, smiling with one side of his mouth and kissing your forehead, “‘Course I did. Can’t let anyone talk to you like that.”

You lean into his chest and smile, lightening the mood with a playful comment, “Seemed pretty comfortable being threatening. Did it bring you back to the good ol’ days being a sheriff?”

Ever the master of evasion, Javier shrugs it off with a casual demeanor, attempting to maintain the façade of indifference with a nod, “Sure did. But they weren’t the good ol’ days.”

Hearing the smile in his voice causes a wave of affection for him that washes over you, coming to the realization that it’s either now or never. A surge of courage propels you to take the leap, confessing the fact that you see more with Javier, that you want more with him.

“I know we said no strings, and it was like that at first, but the more I’ve gotten to know you, the more I’ve found that I love you. And you can absolutely walk away and nothing will be held against you, but I can’t keep up with this if I can’t tell you how I feel.”

The atmosphere between you shifts, and for a moment, the world seems to stop entirely.

Javier's eyes softened, and with a sincerity that catches you off guard, he shares a confession too, “Querida, I fell in love with you in the first moment I met you. The second I kissed you for the first time was when I realized it. I thought maybe I could keep it all in, ‘cause I didn’t want to lose you as a friend and just as a part of my life, but I love you, cariño. Have since I heard that laugh of yours and saw that gorgeous smile. And I haven’t felt the same way I feel about you for anyone else before.”

In that moment of vulnerability, the boundaries that confined your actions shatter, opening up a door, wide and clear, for you to walk through and never close.

Away from the crowded party, you find yourselves standing in a doorway adorned with sprigs of mistletoe, a symbol of serendipity. Under the soft glow of the festive lights, Javier takes a step closer, and his lips meet yours in a gentle, lingering kiss. His hand caresses your cheek, one arm wrapping around your waist while yours rest around his neck, pulling him in for a deeper kiss.

As you break apart, Javier looks into your eyes, a sincerity shining through that mirrored the twinkle of holiday lights.

"I love you," he confesses, the words hanging in the air like the melody of a cherished carol.

“I love you, too,” you return, a glowing smile and feeling giddy for the rest of the holiday season with Javier.

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spacecowboyhotch · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 2: Public Sex

pairing: aaron hotchner x f!reader

contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS DNI, public sex (OBVI), unprotected sex, dirty talk

wc: 486

an: kicking off kinktober with this for my love @doctorstethoscope. love u 😚 p.s. this isn’t beta’d so…sorry for typos <3

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This is not like him— not like you either, though between the two of you, you’re the most likely to jump his bones in an inappropriate place. How the tables have turned.

“Aaron,” You whine breathlessly, your grip on his shoulders tightening as you try to rut up against him.

He has you perched on the edge of the sink counter in the jet’s tiny bathroom. Your legs are spread to accommodate the width of his hips. It’s a snug fit, but neither of you really mind. It takes no effort at all for him to press his lips to your temple, to snake his hand between your bodies to rub soft circles into your clit. His head swims with the scent of your soft perfume which permeates the entire space. By his standards, he’s in heaven.

“We don’t— we don’t do this,” You murmur into the crook of his neck. The way your voice cracks tells him that he’s doing plenty right.

“I know, sweetheart, but I needed you. Needed to feel you cum for me honey,” Those words in the deep timbre of his voice are sinful.

Your pussy is squeezing him so tight, threatening to send him over the edge of his own orgasm. But he would rather pull out now and finish you with his mouth and fingers before beating you there. He rolls his hips a little harder, rubs his two fingers against your clit a little firmer. In the small space he’s hitting deep, the tip of his cock pressing insistently against that sweet spot inside of you. Your breath picks up, and he knows that all you need is a little nudge. He’s always happy to give it to you.

“C’mon sweetheart, let me see you fall apart,” He breathes quietly.

It’s all you needed to hear him say. You bury your face further into his neck, biting your lip to keep the groan that threatens to leave you in as you cum around his cock. Your release drags him down, and you feel the way he fills you with warmth. One of his hands leaves your leg and presses over his mouth, holding in a groan of his own.

After several moments of mingled breaths, you lean back, resting your head back against the mirror with a satisfied smile.

“We’re never doing that again,” He says firmly, but even as he does you can see the warmth in eyes, can see the way his shoulders have relaxed for the first time in 10 days. It was a rough case, a long case and though he thinks it’s inappropriate, it’s exactly what he needed.

“Never say never,” You tease, leaning in to capture his mouth with your own.

And though he’s just scolded your desecration of the jet’s bathroom, he kisses you with enough fervor to get you thinking about round two.

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calkestis · 1 year

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An early look at one of the new planets Cal Kestis will explore in Star Wars Jedi: Survivor; Cal crash lands on Koboh and must seek out help to repair The Mantis.

↳ Star Wars Jedi: Survivor - 9 Minutes of Gameplay

#cal kestis #bd 1 #star wars jedi: survivor #jedi survivor #star wars #games #swedit #starwarsedit #swjsedit #flashing tw #useremi #xuserannie #userbaz #usernik #flightlessangelwings #userrayrachael #mine #i am going to combust and this is just 9 minutes 🙃🫠

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flightlessangelwings · 4 months

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FlightlessAngelWings January Posting Schedule

So I wasn’t originally going to do a monthly posting schedule but I’m working on a couple events and this helps me stay organized and on top of things lol! And bonus for y’all you get to see what’s coming up for the month! 😂 This will be the last month I’m sticking to a strict posting schedule though, and instead I’ll have a coming soon post where I’ll update with the next few fics I have planned to post.

As always my blog and all my works are 18+ only! Minors please do not interact!

Follows, reblogs, comments and asks are loved and greatly appreciated 💖💖

@flightlessangelwings-updates is my update blog so feel free to also follow that and turn on post notifs to stay up to date!

All fics this month have smut. All tags and warnings are on each individual fic.

Jan 1- Eat Dessert First, Frank castle x fem!reader

Jan 8- Late Nights, neighbor!Steven grant x gn!reader (also for moon knight bingo)

Jan 15 -The Bet, Veracruz pegging x fem!reader (for Peg that Middle Aged Man Campaign)

Jan 22- My Boys- Frankie Morales pegging with Benny Miller x fem!reader (Messy Pile of Affection universe)

Jan 29- My Favorite Bartender- Bartender tasm!Peter Parker

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 3 months

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fucked royalty

Summary: You are working as a nurse on a military base when you meet and fall for Frankie Morales. And he for you. But before he could finally tell you the truth about him he just... disappears and you are left heartbroken without any way to get back in contact with him. After moping for a week you put in a request to relocate and get send to Spain where your new roommate wins a weekend trip to the Kingdom of San Senova, not knowing that all your unanswered questions regarding to Frankie, would soon get their answers.

Wordcount: Alejandro Carlos Francisco Sanchez Morales x fem. reader

Wordcount: 5.7k

Rating: M

Warnings: Royalty AU, fluff, falling in love, light smut (oral f receiving, unprotected sex), angst, heartbreak, me not knowing shit about royal titles, phones are not a thing (just go with it) happy ending 😍

A/N: omg I had so much fun writing this. Hello @flightlessangelwings! I am your secret valentine and I hope you love this little story!

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The first time you saw Frankie Morales, he was getting stitches by the Doctor on military base you had been working on for almost a year as a nurse.

You were carrying some more supplies and the medicine the Doctor had asked for, setting it down next to him when you met Frankie’s eyes for the first time. He gave you a small smile and even though his whole face was bloody (you could already see the stitches on the side of his forehead) he was still the most attractive man you had ever seen.

You didn’t know that this would be the start of a whirlwind romance that would leave you heartbroken.

You saw him again the next night at the bar just around the base.

He was with there with his three friends, sporting a serious bruise on his eye from whatever had happened to him the day before. At some point one of his friends must have caught you starring, and it wasn’t long before Frankie asked if he could invite you for a drink.

A drink turned into two, and you spend the whole night talking to each other about everything and nothing. Maybe you fell for him right then, watching him smile shyly at you, his hand holding yours.

He insisted on making sure you got home safely after.

„You know it’s just a five minute walk?“ You smiled at him. He shrugged, taking your hand.

„A lot can happen in five minutes,“ he said seriously.

He kissed you good night in front of your door, promising that he would see you soon.

And he did.

He was living on base and apparently on call being part of the special forces, so going on dates was a little complicated at the beginning. But what he lacked of opportunities, he made up with ideas.

„This is…. This is beautiful Frankie,“ you smiled at him.

He had found a field full of sunflowers, his hand holding yours as he let you through them, snapping picture after picture from you.

„I flew over it the other day and I thought this is perfect to spend some alone time with you,“ he grinned, pulling you against his chest.

„So this was all a scheme to get me all alone to yourself?“

„Mhhh,“ he hummed, a smile on his lips as he dipped his head down, kissing you softly. You crossed your arms behind his neck, getting on your tiptoes to get even closer. His hands were on your hips, his fingers carefully digging into your skin.

He had you pinned against the wall the moment you got to your place, his lips and hands all over you.

„Want you,“ he mumbled, kissing down your body, pushing your summer dress up.

„Take me then,“ you gasped, when you felt his nose run up your thigh.

„I have heard the wildest rumour,“ you flopped down on the couch next to him. He was at your place for the whole weekend, insisting to wine and dine you for a change, even if it was at your home. He was waiting for you when you came home and you love the feeling of knowing someone was waiting for you.

You had been dating for almost six months now.

And you hoped many more months would follow.

He was basically living at your place when he wasn’t on mission.

„What rumour?“ He asked, his hand coming down to rest on your thigh.

„Carla said that she heard that there’s some European Prince undercover on the base doing his military service,“ you snorted. You stretched your muscles, sighing loudly, missing Frankie’s eyes widening.

„Sounds to me like a Hallmark movie if you ask me,“ you rolled your eyes, letting your head fall against his shoulder.

„How would Carla know?“ Frankie asked.

„Dunno. She send me the link to his Wikipedia page though. Wait a second,“ you pulled your phone out, opening the link.

„There we are. Alejandro Carlos Francisco Sanchez Morales the third. Future king of San Senova. I don’t even know where that is,“ you read out loud.

„Between France and Spain,“ Frankie provided and you looked at him, impressed.

„How do you know that?“ You asked. He shrugged, though you could see him blushing. Adorable.

„Dad is big on geography,“ he said and you nodded, laying your head back against his shoulder.

„Maybe you’re related to them too. Your last name is Morales,“ you chuckled.

„Many people with the name Morales. It’s pretty common,“ he said right away.

„I guess you’re right,“ you sighed.

„Any pictures of him?“ He asked, kissing your hair.

„Sadly no pictures after he turned five years old. Cute little boy though, don’t you think?“ You held the phone out.

„Cute,“ he said before he pulled your phone away, throwing it on the couch next to him.

„Heeeeey,“ you pouted, shrieking when he pulled you beneath him and kissed you.

„Want you,“ he hummed, his hips dragging against yours, making you gasp.

„Take your clothes off baby,“ you grinned, already pulling your shirt over your head.

Within minutes both of you were naked and Frankie was inside of you, making you cry out his name while his lips were all over your body.

He made you cum four times on that couch.

Making you forget about a potential European future king working among you at the base.

Santiago Garcia was Frankie’s best friend.

And, to say it in the most nicest way, a slut.

He had broken the hearts of all the nurses at the base, which left you to be the only one still willing to attend to him, if he had some medical issues.

„So how are things between you and Frankie?“ He asked while he sat on the table. You were cleaning his bloody knuckles, not even asking how it happened anymore. He had a wild streak, leaving you to patch him up regularly.

„Is this the part where you ask me about my intentions?“ You teased and he chuckled.

„Nope. Everyone who has eyes can see how much you love him,“ he said and you stilled, taking a deep breath before you carried on tending to him.

„Same with him too though. He speaks about you all the time. Kinda annoying if you ask me,“ you looked up at him and he winked. You continued cleaning his wounds.

„I haven’t told him that I love him. I… We haven’t talked about what happens when he has to go back home. I don’t even know where is home for him, he always changes the topic. And I’m scared he’s just gonna end up leaving me here,“ you confessed. Your turned away from Santiago, grabbing the bandages.

„Talk to him. Frank is… A little hesitant when it comes to feelings. He told you about his ex?“ Santi asked. You nodded.

Frankie had told you about his last girlfriend. It was pretty serious. They had been together for three years and he could see him getting married to her. He found out that she had been cheating on him with one of his cousins. And then she tried telling him that she was pregnant which turned out to be a complete lie to somehow baby trap him.

Your heart broke for him as he told you about it.

„I think the whole thing broke him more than he wants to admit. Means also he can’t see what’s right in front of him,“ Santiago explained as you finished bandaging his hand, looking up at Santi.

„So you mean I have to confess my feelings in a big gesture?“ You asked.

„I mean you can. I bet he would loooove a flashmob,“ he grinned and you slapped his arm playfully.

„Just tell him how you feel. We’re not gonna stick around for much longer,“ he said and you nodded, watching after him as he left the room.

Frankie had told you that he had received word that he was close to being finished with his service. He didn’t tell you an exact time frame, but you knew the end of whatever this was could be closer than you liked.

You would have to talk with him.

About your feelings and about a potential future.

Because you had already decided that if he would ask you, you would follow him everywhere.

You had no family and only a few friends here.

And nurses were needed everywhere. You would find work quickly.

You and Frankie had made plans for the next evening. You wanted to cook and confess your feelings to him.

But when he didn’t show up at your place you grew worried.

Frankie was always punctual, always calling you if he would be running late. Private cellphones were forbidden at the base, so the only way of contacting him, would be calling the base. So when fifteen minutes went by after he had promised to be here you called the landline of the house he was living at, but nobody picked up.

Next you tried the base but the line was busy.

An hour later and no message you grabbed your car keys and drove the way from your place to his place at the base. You hadn’t been here often. He shared the small house with his three friends and privacy was not really something they valued, leaving to interesting encounters and teasing in the morning when you stayed the night.

The house lay in darkness when you got there.

After knocking and ringing the bell you received no answer.

You had a bad feeling in your stomach. You stood there in the darkness looking at the house.

There was no one here.

Maybe they had an important mission and he did not have time to tell you. You shook your head. In the months you had dated he had always informed you when he had to leave on short notice.

Something was not right.

It’s why you made your way back to the base to ask around.

„You here about Frank?“ His superior, General Lopez asked, after you knocked on his door. You nodded.

„He was sent home together with the whole fifth devision,“ he said.

„Oh,“ you said surprised, your heard beating fast in your chest.

„Anything else you want?“ He barked and you shook your head numbly, before you walked out.

You held the tears in until you were back in the apartment and saw Frankie’s hoodie still hanging over your chair.

He had to leave without you being able to tell him how you felt.

You just hoped that he would call you once he made it out of the plane.

He didn’t call.

He did not send a letter.

He didn’t try to get in touch with you.

So after moping around for a week you applied for a transfer packed your things and took the new job.

In Spain.

Vowing to yourself to get over Frankie.

Two months later

„I can’t believe you dragged me into this,“ you whined before you turned the air conditioning of the car to its highest level.

„For someone who got invited to spend a two night stay in a five star hotel in San Senova without having to pay a single cent for it, you sure sound ungrateful,“ your friend Lisa hummed as she drove the car down the highway.

You had to admit that she was right.

The last two months had been long and dark and depressing, but meeting Lisa on your first day, finding out she was your roommate for the six months you would spend here in Spain, was the greatest distraction.

She was loud and playful and funny and she made it her mission to get you out of your „depression hole“.

It’s why after winning this weekend stay in a raffle on the 4th of July celebration on base, she didn’t even ask you if you would like to come. She just informed you that you were going.

„You know that there was a rumour back in my old base that the crown prince of San Senova was doing his military service back there?“ You asked.

„King,“ she said.

„Huh?“

„He’s the king now. Has been for almost two months. Apparently his father died suddenly and he had to take the throne overnight,“ she explained.

„Look at you being informed,“ you teased.

„Don’t want to be the dumb American stereotype tourist. Also, thanks to my research, I know that tomorrow will be a national holiday in San Senova because it’s the kings thirty fifth birthday. Apparently there’s a military parade. It’s a whole thing,“ Lisa said.

„What I am hearing is, that you gonna drag me to this thing, isn’t it?“ You sighed.

She turned her head, grinning at you.

„You know me so well already,“ Lisa winked.

With a chuckle you shook your head.

Spending time with Lisa this weekend would be great.

You wouldn’t be thinking about the plans you and Frankie had made for this birthday that was tomorrow back in the states.

After parking the rental car and checking into the hotel (which made your jaw drop) you passed out for a nap almost right away.

It hadn’t been a long drive, but you had started studying to become an OR nurse and you had only fallen asleep in the early morning hours after having been allowed to watch an operation last night.

Lisa made sure to roughly wake you up an hour before she had made reservations in a local restaurant she had found on trip advisor.

And while you wanted nothing more than to sleep, you let her excitement over this trip influence you. After a small dance party in the huge bathroom of the hotel room where Lisa told you that if you were a guy, she would have fucked you in the big walk in shower first thing while proceeding to sing into her brush-microphone, the two of you stepped out of the hotel.

Lisa had talked you into wearing a dress, so you were wearing your most casual, yet fancy dress. A dark red wrap dress that ended just above your knees.

You drew the line at wearing heels, leaving you with some flat sandals as you walked down the street, your arm hooked under Lisa’s as she led you towards the restaurant, google maps on her phone showing you both the way.

Walking through old European cities like these, alway left you impressed and yearning to live here. You had managed to visit Barcelona and Seville since getting to Spain and frankly you couldn’t imagine ever going back to the United States.

You made smalltalk on the way, both of your eyes taking in the old city.

And men.

Well at least Lisa did.

She knew about Frankie and she knew you weren’t ready for someone new. Which did not stop her to point out candidates which you had to admit were super attractive.

But they weren’t Frankie.

How things ended with him still left you with a billion questions. The loudest of them all being if you could be so wrong about his feelings for you.

Even Santiago had told you Frankie loved you.

And while you or him never heard or said the words, you deep down knew he loved you.

He could maybe lie to you, but what reason would his best friend have to lie?

Why did he ghost you like this?

Taking a deep breath you stopped walking as Lisa announced that you made it. Looking around you saw that the restaurant was pretty busy.

„Seems like trip advisor was right to make a reservation, huh?“ You asked and she nodded.

„Looks expensive,“ you noticed and she turned her head, grinning at you.

„You’re paying! I invited you for this trip“ Lisa announced and your jaw dropped, watching her walk towards the entrance.

„This trip was free!“ You gasped.

She only laughed and you shook your head, following her inside.

„You might have to carry me back to the hotel,“ you groaned almost two hours later. The dinner was probably the best you had in your life.

Lisa and you had shared a bottle of wine between the two of you and you were now waiting for dessert.

„Would it be weird to call a cab?“ She asked.

„It’s a five minute walk,“ you laughed.

She pouted.

„I don’t think I can do it,“ she said with a dramatic sigh before she smiled.

„Gonna go to the restroom. Don’t steal from my dessert when it comes,“ she said seriously, before she grabbed her purse and walked through the restaurant towards the restrooms.

It was almost fifteen minutes later, your dessert almost gone when you heard her laugh.

Your dessert was almost gone and you were sipping on your wine glass when you turned your head towards the sound, finding her sitting with her back towards you at the bar. She was talking to a man, her hand on his shoulder, and you smiled to yourself until your eyes landed on the face of the man she was talking to.

As if sensing your eyes on him, his head tilted, his eyes frowning before they widened.

„Santi?“ You whispered in disbelief.

Lisa’s head turned when Santi stopped talking, her eyes narrowing between you and Santiago.

She left him standing walking towards you.

„Why are you looking at Santiago like you’ve seen a ghost? I just met him?“ She asked, her hand on your shoulder as she stood beside you.

Looking up at her you gulped.

„That’s Frankie’s best friend,“ you whispered, suddenly very tired.

Lisa’s eyes widened before she turned around to look at him, just as he stepped beside her.

„He’s what?“ She asked.

You closed your eyes, shaking your head.

Santiago said your name and you could feel yourself shaking.

It was like you were underwater. You could hear Lisa and him talking, but you didn’t understand what they were talking about.

If he was here, was Frankie somewhere here too?

What was he doing here out of all places in the world?

Why did they leave?

Why did he leave?

Why did no one tell you?

You finally looked up at him, tears lingering in the corner of your eyes.

„Why?“ You asked quietly. He looked at you with sadness in his eyes. He was sucking on his bottom lip, nervous. He let his eyes wander through the room, noticing some people already staring.

You didn’t know that people were staring because they knew who he was.

Not yet.

„Not here,“ he said and you frowned, about to open your mouth to ask what he meant, when he took a step closer.

„It’s not my place to explain. I’ll try. But not here,“ he said.

Both you and Lisa followed Santiago to a private dining room of the restaurant that was empty.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to talk or if you wanted to run.

As soon as the door closed his eyes were on you, then on Lisa.

„Talk,“ she snapped, her arms crossed in front of her chest and you almost laughed as you saw him jump, surprised by her outburst.

He looked at you as if in question and you rolled your eyes.

„She knows. About me and Frankie and how all of you just…. Ghosted me from one day to another,“ you said.

„Like I said, it’s not my place to explain,“ he started and Lisa scoffed.

„I would love to just tell you everything but I made a vow I can’t break,“ he said and you confusingly stared at him.

„A vow?“ You whispered, he nodded.

You looked at Lisa who looked like she was ready to scratch Santiago’s eyes out if you gave her the go.

„Let me take you to him,“ Santiago said.

„Let me take you to Frankie.“

The ride in the car was silent.

You were anxious, your hands sweating. Lisa was holding your hand while glaring at Santiago.

„Can you tell your friend to stop looking at me like she wants to choke me?“ Santiago said after a while and your lips almost broke out into a small smile.

„Last thing I remembered I heard Nurse Sam say you’re into that,“ you said and his eyes widened before he laughed.

„I might be, but in the sexy way, not in the I’m gonna die way,“ he winked and you released a shaky breath.

You tuned out the conversation that now started between Lisa and Santi, your head resting against the cold glass of the car window, your eyes trying to figure out were he was taking you.

You hadn’t been driving for a long time, before the car stopped at a gate. You could only make out what looked like a long fence before the car started driving again, driving towards a huge building.

It didn’t take long then before the car stopped in front of an already opened door, a deep red rug on the steps leading up and inside. The door on Santiago’s side opened and he stepped out, turning to hold out his hand, helping you out.

Taking a deep breath you stepped out of the car, taking a look around as he helped Lisa out of his car.

A man in a suit walked out, bowing his head.

„Duke Garcia,“ the man said and your head turned to Lisa who was already looking at you with wide eyes.

„Where is he?“ Santiago asked. You saw the man look at you and Lisa before he focused back on Santiago. They talked to each other in hushed voices before Santiago turned around with a sigh.

The man walked back inside, leaving you alone with Lisa and Santiago, the car driving off.

„Frankie is in a… meeting. But I think we can interrupt it. That is, if you want?“ He asked.

You nodded.

You wanted answers.

„What about you?“ You asked, looking at Lisa. She suddenly had a shy smile on her lips as she looked at Santi.

„I’m gonna take care of her,“ Santi said with a wink and you playfully rolled your eyes.

It took almost ten minutes of Santiago leading both you and Lisa through the building before he came to a stop in front of two closed doors.

He looked at you, silently asking for permission, before he loudly knocked on the door.

He didn’t wait for anyone to invite him in, before he pushed the door open.

The first thing you noticed was that the room behind the door was huge. And looking more… opulent than some of the hallways you had walked through. Golden ornaments and deep red on the walls made it look like out of a fairytale.

You were in a castle. Why were you in a castle?

You let your eyes wander through the room until your eyes stopping on the very end. There was a woman sitting on a chair in front of a canvas, painting someone. Taking a step further into the room you noticed someone sitting in front of her. On a golden chair. A throne? He was wearing what looked like a uniform with various medals and buttons, looking very official.

The man stood up and you titled your head up, finding Frankie’s wide eyes looking at you.

The woman in front of him, got up from her chair too, bowing her head with a whispered your majesty as he took the three steps from the podium down and walked towards you.

His eyes didn’t leave yours as he walked towards you.

„Clear the room,“ he said and you released a shuddering breath. You felt a hand on your shoulder, making you jump.

Breaking eye contact you looked at Lisa who looked as confused as you felt.

„You okay?“ She mouthed.

You shrugged. She eyed the man who was now standing almost in front of you with a frown before she looked at you again.

„I will be right outside,“ she said loud and clear before she let Santiago lead her out of the room, closing the door behind them.

You closed your eyes, gathering your thoughts before your eyes opened and found Frankie looking at you.

Allowing yourself a moment to really take him in, you noticed how tired he looked. There were bags under his eyes you could see, even though someone did a shitty job of covering them up. It seemed like he aged at least ten years since you’ve last seen him. His hair was shorter, his beard was trimmed.

His head tilted to the side and it was only then that you noticed the tears in his eyes.

„You left,“ you whispered and he closed his eyes, releasing along breath.

„I’m sorry,“ he said and you had too look away from him when he opened his eyes again. Turning away you slowly walked towards the windows, looking out of it.

If you would continue to look at him, you would cry. And right now you weren’t sure if it was out of anger or because you had missed him so much.

You crossed your arms, your hands tucking underneath your arms to soothe yourself as you looked out into the dark night.

„Tell me why you left,“ you said quietly.

Footsteps came closer towards you and it was like before, like you could feel his warmth.

„My father died,“ he began.

„I received the news of his death while I went through the store to get some of your favourite snacks. I wanted to go over to you anyway and finally tell you the truth. Tell you that I lo…. I had the plan to tell you everything that night even before all of it happened. But… Once my father…. The King of San Senova died, I was swept up by the royal protocol. Thirty minutes after I received the message I was already on a plane and being briefed on what was going to be happening as soon as I arrived here back home.“

„You didn’t even have a minute to call?“

„I… I tried. But your number had been disconnected by the time I finally had a minute to breathe. And I had left you messages with my superior but he told me that you weren’t interested….“

You turned around, your head tilting up to look at him.

„I never received any message from you,“ you shook your head. His eyes widened.

„I left you a letter. And… at least a dozen messages….“

„I went to the base an hour after you hadn’t shown up and talked to your Superior. He only told me that you left earlier. There was no message.“

His jaw tensed as he took a deep breath, his eyes darkening for a moment.

„I left you a letter that explained everything. I gave it to him weeks before I even left because I wanted you to have a way to contact me. It had Santi’s and Will’s number. Because I am not allowed to carry a cellphone.“

Sucking your bottom lip in you looked at him.

„Why would he not give me your messages if you left them for me?“ You questioned.

His face fell and he groaned.

„His fucking daughter. Fuck, I can’t believe this…“ He turned around, his hand running through his hair in frustration.

„Santi!“ He yelled and you almost jumped at the tone of his voice.

The door opened and Santiago walked in, looking a little… wild. His hair a wild mess and… was that lipstick on his lips?

„Your majesty?“ He asked and your could see Frankie roll his eyes. You caught Lisa in the hallways behind Santi with big eyes. You chuckled to yourself.

„I want General Lopez and his daughter here first thing in the morning,“ he hissed and Santi’s eyebrow raised.

„Fucker never gave my messages to her,“ Frankie explained and Santi sighed as he looked at you.

„I will get right to it,“ he promised. He turned around and closed the door behind him.

„I should have known…. I should have tried harder,“ Frankie shook his head, his fingers rubbing over his temple.

Slowly you approached him.

Sure, he could have tried to get in touch with you somehow. But… you couldn’t even imagine how much his life must have changed in a matter of hours. Not that you weren’t hurt how things went, but… you could at least understand him.

Carefully you brought your hand up to rest on his shoulder.

He looked at you.

„I missed you so much,“ he whispered.

„Yeah?“ You asked. He nodded.

„Even though there are now always people around me, I feel so alone. I always felt so alone. But not with you. Never with you,“ he turned around so he was standing in front of you.

„I missed you too. Every single day,“ you said, tears lingering in your eyes.

His forehead came to rest against yours as he pulled you into a hug. The big clock in the room began to ring, the clock striking midnight.

„Happy birthday Frankie,“ you whispered.

Ever so slowly you pressed your lips against his.

„Tell me everything?“ You asked.

He smiled.

Things went very fast after that night.

It turned around General Lopez had indeed not given a single message Frankie left to you because he was hoping that Frankie fell for his his daughter, who was in line to be Frankie’s wife and future queen.

He just hadn’t counted on how deeply Frankie had fallen in love with you.

You had spend the whole night talking. After he had gotten out of his uniform he had taken you to his private quarters that fell much more like Frankie.

He told you about growing up in this palace, knowing that he was next in line for the throne. How every single relationship he had in the past only was about getting what they wanted, which was power or money, but never him. Frankie. They wanted Alejandro Carlos Francisco Sanchez Morales The Third, or now King Alejandro the third.

That was the reason, he was so hesitant to tell you. Not because he didn’t trust you, but because he was scared it would change something between you.

It took a while to realise that the man you heard singing „Everytime we touch“ under the shower in the morning while he ran late for work, was now a king of a whole country.

Your weekend trip became a lot more serious once Frankie told you he loved you and asked you to stay on the day after you arrived first at the palace.

He did not want to waste any more time pretending he wasn’t in love with you and… you didn’t want that either.

So you stayed.

In separate rooms in the palace at first.

Not that you slept in separate beds even one day after you arrived.

But the King having his girlfriend move into his quarters right away apparently wasn’t a good look. You learned much about the royal protocol in the weeks after you arrived.

Part of you wanted to let him grovel for you for a while, but you knew from the start that you wanted him back in your life.

You didn’t want to waste any more time apart from him.

Almost four months later Frankie asked you to marry him and you said yes.

There would be a huge royal wedding in the next spring, the planning already under way. There was talk to combine his official coronation with the wedding, but two months was apparently too little time to plan it. Your dress alone would take half a year to make. The times of ordering your clothes online were officially over.

You had a stylist now.

And responsibilities.

Because you would become the Queen of San Senova in the coming year.

Which is how you found yourself here, wearing a deep green floor length gown, your back leaning against a wall, next to a room full of people who were waiting to officially see the new King.

The new King who was on his knees in front of you, one of your legs thrown over his shoulder, your dress carefully held up as he licked into you.

Your hands were pressed against the wall behind you, trying to stop yourself from running them through his hair.

„Frankie,“ you whimpered quietly, your head falling back against the wall.

He had pulled you into this room not five minutes ago, both of you not really having seen each other more than in passing in the last four days.

Which was apparently too much time.

You could hear the people cheering outside of the palace as they waited.

„Don’t let the people wait, my love. Cum for your King,“ he grinned before he sucked your clit into his mouth and you came with a quiet gasp, your legs shaking.

„You’re a fucking menace,“ you sighed and you felt him chuckle against you, before he carefully slipped your panties back and kissed you thigh.

A knock on the door, someone reminding you that it was time, let you both jump before you laughed to yourselves.

He put your leg back to the floor as he got up, standing in front of you.

„How do I look?“ He asked and you smiled, bringing your hands up to brush over his shoulders.

„Majestic,“ you smiled and he kissed you softly. He took his hand, wanting to exit the room with you when you stopped him.

He frowned.

„You have….. me all over you….“ You mumbled and he licked his lips.

„Just how I like it,“ he winked before he opened the door, pulling you through it.

And minutes later Frankie stood on the balcony, wearing his crown, waving to his people as their new crowned King, while he held your hand.

Looking at you he gave you a small wink before he kissed you softly in front of thousands of people who cheered both his and your name.

Not knowing what their King was up to not only ten minutes ago.

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