#tom redfly davis x reader

[toxicanonymity]

The Worst 

1.3k, Tom “Redfly” Davis x DARK f!Reader 

SUMMARY: You make Tom pay for Frankie's death.

WARNINGS: I8+ DARK FIC, DEAD DOVE noncon or very dubcon p in v, implied murder, roofie, forced gun sucking, restraints, degradation, praise kink?, Dom reader. Tom survives / Frankie dies AU.

Dedicated to @romanarose who is hosting a write a thon for the @triplefrontier-anniversary.

Happy 5 years to Tom ruining everything. He's the worst, but I'm sorry to say he's also packing.

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You pretended to take comfort in him during your grief. Your flirtations over the past weeks had all been a ruse, as were your advances tonight. You always had one goal – to get Tom tied up in your basement.

Finally, you had him sitting at your kitchen table drinking a night cap. You rubbed his thigh and he looked at you like he wanted to eat you alive, if only he could muster the energy.  His eyelids were heavy with lust and a roofie.

“Maybe we could, uh, get more comfortable,” Tom slurred, nodding toward the living room. 

You downed the rest of your drink, set the glass down, and lowered yourself onto his lap, side saddle. 

“Ohh,” he muttered with his mouth barely open. “Hello.” 

“I was thinking we could go downstairs,” you purred. 

He swallowed, raised his eyebrows, and nodded, “Sure.” 

“Frankie ever tell ya ‘bout our hobbies? Lotta fun stuff down there.”

His face gave him away. “Uhh,” he stalled, “Sounds-” You ran your hand through his hair. “-Sounds good,” Tom muttered at a horny pitch. His eyes lingered on your lips, then he cleared his throat. 

“I'm gonna need ya to trust me though, Tom. Can ya do that?” 

Tom nodded. 

“Yes ma’am,” you whispered. 

“Yes ma’am,” he confirmed, clearly enjoying this. Your dominance was a perfect fit for his being a lazy sack of shit. 

“Good.”

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In the basement–more of a sex dungeon, as it were–you sat Tom down in a metal chair. He let you tie him up and barely objected when you zip tied his hands behind his back. 

“Mmm,” he hummed as you did it. 

“Good boy,” you told him, making him blush. His eyes lazily danced across your face in bemusement.  “Now I'm gonna go change,”  you said. 

-

You returned in a black lingerie set – a lacy top over a strappy, crotchless bottom. You had tucked Frankie’s old pistol into the back of the bottom piece. The cool metal made your skin tighten with goosebumps all over. 

You slowly approached Tom and watched his eyes consume you. Without sitting down, you straddled him so you were standing with your tits in his face. You let him play. He nuzzled his head into your breasts, then nosed at a nipple. 

“Fuck me,” he whispered, then took one into his mouth, through the lace. 

“God, you worthless shit,” you laughed with faux affection. 

“Heh,” Tom chuckled sadly against your tit.

He didn’t notice you reach for the gun. You used the barrel to massage yourself through your underwear. He glanced down, then his eyes snapped back up to you. “Whoa, careful with that,” he laughed nervously with the barrel pointing right at his dick as you slid the cool metal against the lace covering your mound. 

“This is Frankie’s,” you said wistfully and raised the gun to admire it. You used the barrel to nudge his chin so he looked at you. He froze. “You’re gonna suck Frankie’s dick now,” you nodded and slid the barrel up his jaw, then nudged his lips with the muzzle. 

His breathing was heavier and faster. His eyes were less sleepy. 

He maneuvered to dodge the barrel. “Listen, sweetie,” he started. “Are you okay? Maybe we’ll just  — maybe. . .  watch a movie tonight,” his voice trailed off as your face made it clear you were not fucking around. 

“Open.” You grabbed his jaw. “It’s the least you can do, Tom.” 

Tom swallowed. “Okay,” he whispered. “You’re right.” He let the muzzle into his mouth. 

“Good,” you whispered. “Go on.”

You pushed the barrel further into his mouth. “Suck it, Tom. Suck Frankie’s cock.” 

His face whitened as he began to hesitantly bob his head. 

“If it weren’t for you, I’d be sucking Frankie’s real cock right now,” you reminded him and watched dread fall over his face. He hardly moved at all. 

“You can do better than that.” You pushed the gun further into his mouth and his teeth hit the metal. “Good,” you whispered as he took as much of the pistol as he could. You held the back of his head and fucked his mouth with the gun. He looked up at you pleadingly and whined incoherently. You mercifully let the barrel out of his mouth, a string of drool falling down his chin. 

“Look,” his face was serious and his tone was more sober. “I know you’re devastated. I can’t tell you how sorry I am. We can–” 

“Shut up.” You crossed your wrists behind his head and lowered yourself onto his lap. Your most sensitive area met his semi-hard bulge and you let out a moan. 

“Oh, Tom,” you sighed, impressed. 

As it turned out, there was one area where Tom didn't fall short, and your body wouldn't let you ignore it.  “Fuck,” you whispered as he hardened beneath you. You were throbbing against him. The adrenaline already had your blood flowing, and now it was flowing south. His cock twitched against you. His breath was shallow.

He watched your face carefully. He was as quiet and still as a mouse. 

“Got him killed, and now you wanna fuck his girl, don’t ya?”

Tom nodded hesitantly. 

You scoffed. “With friends like you,” you started. “Pathetic.”  A subtle lift of his hips took all your thoughts away as his warm, hard package rubbed against your front. You had never hate fucked someone before. . . With the gun still behind his head, you nudged the nape of his neck with the muzzle and he flinched. “You’re not gonna say a word,” you warned. Then you reached down between you and feverishly unbuttoned his cargo pants. 

You reached into his boxers and gasped at the smooth heat of his naked girth against your palm. “Jesus,” you whispered as you took it out. A hint of cockiness tugged at the corner of his mouth before he appeared to remember his imminent doom.

With your gun hand, you braced yourself using the back of his neck for leverage. You took your thong to the side, then spit on  your hand and wiped it on his dick. God how you hated this man. You lined yourself up, then sank down with a rush of pleasure to your chest as your cunt slowly swallowed his thick length. You closed your eyes and thought of Frankie as you began to roll your hips. Your heart was racing. 

He moaned nearly silently as you fucked yourself on his massive cock. You got wetter and wetter. You could feel Frankie’s presence. You could practically smell his scent wafting off of Tom. You could feel the ghost of Frankie’s hands on your ass and practically hear his whispers in your ear. Should’ve ridden his face, he said in your head and you breathed out a laugh as you rode him.

You let out a sigh and Tom shuddered. You imagined Frankie’s brown eyes looking deep into yours, and your walls twitched around Tom’s cock. You whimpered as you came. 

“Fuck,” Tom murmured through gritted teeth as you choked his cock.Then he erupted inside you. You groaned as his warm spend flooded your core. 

-

When you were finished, you sat there on his cock and you both read each other’s faces. He knew his time was up. You took the safety off the gun. 

“What a way to go,” Tom muttered in resignation. He winced as you squeezed him with an aftershock.

“You took him from me, Tom.” 

“I know, honey,” he agreed. “It’s okay. Kid's better off with the life insurance.” 

The next few seconds felt like minutes. Your heart raced and you could see Tom’s heartbeat in his neck. 

Tom took a deep breath. “Just put it in my mouth.” He nodded. “And pull the trigger,” he whispered. 

His gaze was apologetic as the muzzle once again nudged his lips. He closed his eyes with his softening cock still sheathed in your warmth.  You didn’t feel a thing as the hammer clicked under your thumb.

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[campingwiththecharmings]

okay so, i'm hella behind on reading, and for some reason it's so fucking hard for me to find time/energy to read much these days, but i still want to highlight at least some of the fics i've been able to read so, i'll be doing fic recs quarterly this year instead of monthly. hope y'all enjoy 🪷💜

**please be sure to read any/all warnings attached to recommended fics prior to reading**

🔥 - explicit/mature content

PART ONE (bc tumblr is being a bitch and won't let me post all of them in one post)

Star Wars

Seeds of Love (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @moonlight-prose

🔥Best Ride in the Galaxy (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @lotusbxtch

size doesn't matter (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @hoedamn-eron

🔥Come Back to Me (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

Ex Machina

🔥In Plain Sight (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Assembly Required (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

Skittish (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Again (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Triple Frontier

🔥Room's on Fire (Dark!TF Boys x F!Reader) - @romana-after-dark

I'll be the silence ringing through and through and through (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Personal Issue (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥The Worst (Tom "Redfly" Davis x Dark!Reader) - @toxicanonymity

The Dead Horse (Santiago Garcia x Black!F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Tag-Teaming (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader x Frankie Morales) - @fettuccin-e

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

🔥The Sweetest Fruit in the Garden (Miguel O'Hara x Older!F!Reader) - @missdictatorme

🔥Through the Window (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Sucker Punch

🔥Good Boy Blue (Club!Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

🔥Just Be Good (Orderly!Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥Private Dances (Club!Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Inside Llewyn Davis

again (llewyn davis x reader) - @eyelessfaces

don't let go (llewyn davis x reader) - @runa-falls

keys (llewyn davis x reader) - @eyelessfaces

Misc

🔥my ex's tapes (Ex!Basil Stit x F!Reader x FWB!Jake Lockley) - @runa-falls

🔥Sweet Like (Modern!Leto Atreides x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️

*For more recs, please feel free to check out my fic rec tag.

**If you’d like to have your fic removed, please just let me know.

[FIC RECS PART TWO]

[jamneuromain]

Addictive

Santiago "Pope" Garcia x PhD Candidate!Reader (You)

Warning: Sugar Daddy!Santiago Garcia, Implied age gap (Santiago is in his late 30s, reader in her mid-20s), Mention of a near-death experience ... fluff, eventual smut but we'll see about that (and more tags to come)

Summary: The start of an unconventional sugar relationship.

A/N: I solemnly blame @innorogers for indulging me with sugar daddy!Santiago Gargia thoughts. Thank you 太太 you're the best. Mwah😘

Prologue

"What are you going to do with your share?"

>

"So, what are you going to do with your share?"

It is a question that has come up way too many times in their time spent together. They discussed the possibility of being rich in that shabby pub during the humid and sticky night before the heist. They talked about it again, after the heist, when they nearly lost Redfly on the mountain ridge, nerves on edge with two hundred million on their backs. They ended up splitting the stolen money five ways. Each gets a share, which is forty million US dollars: Tom "Redfly" Davis, William "Ironhead" Miller, Ben Miller, Francisco "Catfish" Morales, and of course, last but not least, himself, Santiago "Pope" Garcia.

Ben got the Ferrari he always wanted. Tom deposited a quarter of his money into the college fund for his girls. William was finally rid of the horrific job of giving the same speech to uniformed men and women, now investing in a gun range. Francisco spends a couple of hours a day in some aviation club, working as a coach. He owns the entire hanger and all the iron birds inside.

Santiago ... Santiago hasn't done anything with his money apart from getting a flat and buying a new car.

So, the question now is specifically targeting him. Now that the five men are watching football from the latest model of a flat-screen TV in Tom's living room.

"What are you going to do with your share, huh Santi?" Frankie repeats with a shit-eating grin.

"Dunno." Santiago takes a sip of his beer, avoiding the scrutinizing gaze of his four closest friends, smoothing his gray strands with his other hand, "I'll figure something out. But enough of me, I heard your Tess wanted to be a doctor?"

There's only one of them who has a family: Tom.

Tom was two inches away from getting shot in the forehead up on the Andes.

Tom chuckles, "That's my bright girl, alright. Takes up after her mom, thank the Lord. Still, the tuition for Pre-med is a bitch. Speaking of, could you pick her up from her AP tutoring at five thirty? It's in a studio near the real estate agency I used to work for. I had other plans for Molly at six."

Ben whistles after one too many beers, "Getting your wife back, nice."

William punches his younger brother Ben in the shoulder.

Tom shakes his head with a small smile, "Can't keep my hopes up though. But Tess - you can pick her up for me, right?" He turns to Santiago for confirmation.

"Sure, bud." Santiago clicks his beer bottle with his former team captain.

Approximately two hours later, you catches his eye when Santiago drives to the tutoring studio to pick up Tess. A pencil in your ear, a load of books in your arms. Your cuffs faded into a lighter shade than the outfit, one of your sleeves resewn, tighter and shorter compared to the other one, the side of your hand smudged in pencil dust, waving Tess goodbye.

"Hey, Uncle Santiago!" Tess pipes up, sliding into the front seat of his sleek black sedan.

"Hey, Tess. Who's that?" Santiago lifts his chin at the girl - you - at the bus stop.

"Oh! That's my tutor for AP Chemistry. She works for this tutoring studio but she's actually a brilliant grad student in the Med School. It's her second year in the PhD program. She works on this really cool project called ..."

As the young teen's voice fades into the background, Santiago pulls his car out from the parking lot. The question that has been haunting him ever since the planning of the heist pops into his mind.

Yeah. He thinks to himself. I'll figure something out.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | ...

[charnelhouse]

Congrats on the new follower milestone!

Okay, so Tom is almost universally hated in the TF fandom, but what if we got to see him before he was a shit heel.

Like, he never shuts up so I’m going to guess that he’s good with his mouth. Take that as you will. 👀👀👀

Alright I TOOK IT ON. Pray for me. Warnings: Tom Redfly Davis x F!Reader. Smut. Questionable knowledge about tents in deserts during a war. Who knows. I certainly don't.

Remember him before. Remember him as he was.

There’s not a lot of Tom left. He’s thick and swollen and you wonder if he'd burst if you pierced him. He’s bigger but it’s as if he’s been scooped through. It is as if your Tom has been carved out leaving this husk of a man. There is a sadness there - an emptiness. An abandoned attic gathering dust over his faded, sun-soaked memories: I was a hero - I was a soldier - I was untouchable.

You think Mr. Davis. You think - I don’t know him.

Let’s go back then. Let’s go back to how it was.

Tom Davis is a God on the squad. He is the Captain and here he is thirty-one and golden brown - marked in kills and courage and every man on his team thinks he’s the best damn thing since sliced bread.

He’s strategic - hard as fucking stones. But he’s not bad - he’s not mean. He’s patient and most of all he is beautiful. He towers over you with broad shoulders and shorn dark hair. That cleft in his chin with a knife-sharp jaw. You know women who’ve fucked him - their hands over their mouths as they recall in quite fine detail how Tom slipped between their thighs and licked them clean.

You’re used to hand jobs in the backseat of cars. You’re used to men turning their faces from your kiss after you’ve sucked them off. It sparks something inside you

“You wanna grab a drink?” he asks.

You snort. “Where?”

There is just miles of sand - miles of stretched blue sky.

“I don’t know,” he replies - his lips breaking apart into a blinding white smile. “Just figured we could get out of here. Sit in a sand dune and pretend it’s a beach.”

He is movie-star handsome. He belongs on billboards.

You refuse him. You don’t know why. Maybe because no one has.

He narrows his eyes at you, his lips twitching. His expression is thoughtful. Not pissed or shocked - just curious.

“Fair enough,” he agrees before he’s striding back through the camp - able to pick any of the other women available to him. You’re not sure if he does.

**

It’s a coincidence. You’re both on leave and both from neighboring towns. You run into him at a bar - at a hole in the wall - beer-soaked with unbearably loud rock music.

“Wow,” he says as he pulls you in for a hug. Your nose brushes over his chest as he practically lifts you off your feet. He smells like cotton and sweat and a little smoke. No cologne - which kind of surprises you. “Out of all the places, huh?”

“Must be fate,” you say - words laden with a want that is now pulsing deep.

He tilts his head - appraising you with the same eyes he uses when he’s scanning blueprints or maps.

“How about that drink?”

**

You fuck him because you’re on home soil. Overseas - it feels different. Over there - you’ll have to run into him in the morning - listen to his orders. Here - you’ll have a period of space - you’ll have time to relish it without worrying about what the rest will say.

You play it aggressive. You play it rough - bitting a kiss into his mouth as he hauls you onto the bathroom sink of the bar. You fist a hand into his hair - dragging his head back until finally, he steps away from you.

“Slow down,” he rasps - his lips swollen and wet - bright pink across his stubble. “Let’s enjoy this.”

He fucks you with his fingers first - jamming them up inside you - massaging your walls as he thumbs at your clit. It’s totally strategic - he zeroes in on your pleasure points and wrestles them from every angle. He curls and rubs and scissors and you’re dripping all over his hand as he sucks on your bare tit. Your ass is shoved into the faucet but you’re too far gone to care.

He’s got a condom in his back pocket which hardly surprises you. He grips the hinge of your knee and hikes it over his hip and then he’s burying himself to the hilt. It’s a shock - he’s large and thick and you honestly can feel him stretch you out.

“One sec,” you pant. “Give me a minute.”

He peers down at you - big eyes and girlish lashes. “Shit,” he mutters. “Sorry about that. Thought I got you ready enough.”

He had - he had made you cum on his fingers and still - it wasn’t enough. Blood beats behind your eyelids - thrums hot in your belly. Tom moves slow and easy inside you - slipping back before driving forward - the head of his cock punching up against something sensitive. The bathroom is choked in the sound of him thrusting through your pussy - wet and sloppy - his low grunts and you’re muffled whines against his insistent tongue.

He certainly knew how to fuck.

He finishes in latex with his teeth searing the curve of your shoulder. You’re about to hop off, but he moves lightning-quick - going down on his knees as he tugs your ass to the edge of the counter. He throws both of your legs over his shoulder before his tongue darts between the aching folds of your cunt. You’re spread before him - the evidence of you fucked raw by his cock as he pushes his tongue into your gaping hole. He moans into it - dragging his face upward to latch to your clit and suck. It sends shockwaves through your blood - makes your fingers tremble as you rock them into his dark hair.

Your pelvis bucks up into his face but he holds you down - his hands wrapped around your thighs as he languidly eats your pussy. You curl into yourself when he shoves you to the precipice - dangling your climax in front of you like a tease - a prize - a win. When he sends you over the edge, flames spark in your belly and you clench around him - your lungs struggling for breath.

He stands up to his full height - his chin gleaming in a way that makes your cheeks flare. There’s just an edge of smugness in the curl of his lips as he leans down to kiss you - spreading your musky slick across your own mouth.

You wonder how you will feel seeing him again - back on sand and enemy ground. You don’t think you’ll forget the deftness of his tongue and fingers. The youthful brightness that makes his face shine out among the rest. The cut-out of a hero - of a Captain - who right now - under yellow bathroom lights - has been forced into a different shade. He’s almost bashful as he offers you his hand - as he fixes your skirt and brushes your hair behind your ears.

He leads you back into the bar and he never says a word. Never bruises your honor or slams jokes - not even when they’re back in camp. Instead - he sneaks into the soft of your bed - rolling his hips against you as he drinks the rest of you down.

This is how you remember him. At least - how you try to.

[thirsty-flygirl]

But, I mean, what if I wrote a Tom fic?

[weasleywinchester]

Unless I’m Allowed Dessert

Tom “Redfly” Davis x Reader

Summary:

You made one comment, ONE, that your friend’s relator was attractive in that rugged-military-man kind of way and now she drags your to every house showing she has with him. The first couple of times you gazed from afar, mostly because he was working. Your friend always tries to push you to start a conversation, or better yet ask for his number. And you can never seem to get the words out. So the next house she buys, she ditches you at the scene. Leaving you and one Tom Davis alone.

Warnings: Smut (p in v, fingering, car sex), age gap

“So what’s on the agenda for today?” You ask, staring out the passenger window. Suddenly you’re thrown forward, looking up to see the light turned red.

“I need you to help me make a final decision on this house. Jerry’s... caught in a meeting.” Stacy lazy replies, fluffing her hair in the mirror.

“So he’s being a dick again?” You raise your eyebrows at her. She rolls her eyes and huffs dramatically, looking over at you.

“Yes. But we are still in agreement to buy this house.” The light turns green and she floors the gas pedal of her fancy Mercedes, barely making the next light. You don’t prompt for more information, and she doesn’t elaborate.

“Ok… So what house is this one? And why did we need to carpool?” You move back to the topic at hand. She perks up at the thought of her new house.

“ The one on Cherry Street. It’s in a cute little housing track, old as dirt but the yards are much bigger than anything else I’ve seen in ages. Tom says they’re asking too much for this property anyways so we could get it for a steal! And I mentioned you we’re coming with, he seemed to perk up at that.”

“I highly doubt he remembers me. Anyways, what are your design plans for this house?“

And that’s all it takes for her to start talking about her future design plans for the new property and not about trying to set you up with Tom... again.

She whips into the driveway of a three story corner lot house. It definitely needs paint and a good refresh on the landscaping, but otherwise it’s one of the nicer houses she’s bought. 

“Good call on the outfit, and the hair. He’ll definitely notice.” She comments as she steps out of her car. You frown, confused that she would comment on your outfit. It’s just a plain white tee, cut a little lower than average, and a pair of light denim shorts. And the curls in your hair are left over from your work function yesterday and held in with dry shampoo.

“Yoo-hoo!” Stacy hollers as she opens the front door. There’s a bang and a ooff! You can smell cookies, and it makes you wish Stacy had taken you to lunch first.

“Hey Mrs. Ruth, I was just putting some cookies in.” He half smiles, the bags under his eyes matching the dark stubble along his jaw.

“Good for you dear, now let’s begin the tour shall we?”

Tom shows both of you around the house, the style is classic, with too many bedrooms that Stacy will never use but will decorate the crap out of. Tom doesn’t seem very enthusiastic about selling homes but he’s nice, giving us details that you imagine most people would steer away from. 

Toms in the middle of explaining that the laundry room should probably be gutted when Stacy’s phone rings.

“What Jerry? No, that’s for the Hayworth family. The one you’re asking for…” she makes her way into the one acre backyard looking like she could strangle her husband through the phone. You and Tom stare at her for a moment, not sure if one of you should go out there and calm her down.

ding!

You both turn toward the kitchen, Tom taking a few strides to the oven, taking out a tray of your favorite cookies. You slide onto one of the bar stools that’s opposite of him.

“So do you think they’ll buy it?” He mumbles before putting a whole cookie on his mouth. He extends the tray to you.

“Oh ya. Stacy can spend everyday designing and shopping with a new house. Plus Jerry will be a bit happier since it’s a tad closer to his job.” You take a cookie, both munching and silently observing each other. His beard is starting to go a little wild, his face is tan to match his muscular biceps (which don’t really seem to get along with his polo sleeves). 

“And why are you here?” He asks in between cookies. Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t mind one bit that you’re here. You’re nothing like Mrs. Ruth; you’re kind, quiet and when you smile the room gets brighter. And you’re sexy as hell, not one thing about you says self-conscious; you wear those little shorts with a low cut top and it drives him up the wall. But he’s recently divorced, you’re a good deal younger... last thing you need is some old guy hitting on you.

“I have the day off and nothing to do. Stacy pulled up to my apartment, said get in the car and so I did.” You shrug, smiling at him. He smiles back, putting another cookie in his mouth. “What made you want to sell houses?” you ask, leaning towards him. He presses his lips together before answering, trying to not look at your tits.

“Want is not the word I would use, but it pays the bills.” He leans on the counter towards you, his eyes gently scanning your face. You lean a little closer, like a little invisible string pulling your face closer to his. His eyes are a bit sad, but somewhere underneath there’s a flicker of fire. If you leaned a little further...

Your phone starts ringing. You sigh and sit back onto the stool.

“Stacy why-”

“Had to run, work emergency with the company potluck, let’s meet up when I sign for the house!” And she hangs up. You glance out to the backyard and see she is no longer pacing the patio.

“She ditched me…” You frown. Your phone dings and you lean on the counter to look at it.

Stacy: Now stop drooling and make a move!

“Hey Tom…” You turn, almost bumping heads with him.

“Hmm…” He gives you a little crooked smile, he never noticed you have very faint freckles across your nose...

“Mind if I hitch a ride with you?” You flash him a smile.

“Sure, where to?” He clears his throat, turning his attention to the mess he’s made.

“Don’t go out of your way, I live on the southside of town. In the Salt Water Apartments.”

“I can drop you off at home, no problem. Let me just shut everything off and we’ll head out.”

You help Tom throw his collection of yard signs into the back of his giant ass truck and launch yourself into the front seat. He starts the truck, habitually rolling the windows down.

“So does she always ditch you or...” He turns to the back of the car, resting his hand on the shoulder of your seat as he backs his truck out.

“Not normally, but it’s also very rare that we actually ride together. We normally just meet up.” He hums in acknowledgement. “Do you normally give rides to strangers?”

“Only if they’re as beautiful and small as Tinker Bell.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you and laughs. You roll your eyes, huffing in amusement, you may be short but nowhere as dainty as Tink. You both go silent, the radio barely audible over the wind from the windows.

“What apartment block?”

“Take the first right and the second left.” He slows to a stop and turns the car off.

“Thanks for the ride...” You softly say, putting your hand on the door but not wanting to open it.

“Ya, anytime” he half smiles. You smile back, turning to the door.

“Would you like to get dinner later?” He blurts.

“I would love to.” You answer eagerly.

“Pick you up here at 6:30?”

“Yes.” You nod, quickly opening the door all the way and sliding out, trying not to show the smile that goes from ear to ear.

When the door slams shut, Tom watches you let yourself into your apartment, letting a big goofy grin appear on his face for the first time in a long time.

_______

It’s 6:24 according to the clock on your nightstand. You quickly pat a little bit of lipstick on and head out to the corner to meet Tom. If you fuss over your outfit any longer you’ll go insane. You threw on a cute red ruffle dress that some may say is too short and revealing but what do they fuckin know anyways.

You hop down the stairs and see Tom standing on the corner with his hands in his pockets. He’s rocking back and forth on his heels looking at the beautiful Florida sunset. He changed into a navy button down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to show off his macular forearms, and a pair of medium wash denim that hug his ass really nice. 

“Hey Tom!” You sing song, lightly putting your hand on his upper arm.

“Hey,” he pauses, his eyes moving slowly over every curve of your body. He figures since it’s a date he can do that freely and slowly. He sees you bite your lip, confused on why you would ever be self-conscious. He tentatively wraps his arms around your waist, and you automatically move your hands up his biceps. “You look beautiful.” He remarks, moving his arms tighter around your waist, a smile plastered on his face. He guides you to the truck and helps you in.

“Interesting choice” You remark, looking at the Crazy Mama’s Mexican Food sign.

“Have you been?”

“No, but you’re lucky I’ll try any Mexican restaurant.” You smile at him. He huffs in amusement and walks around to your side to open the door.

First step in and it’s like your eyes have been assaulted and dazzled. The ceiling is just a mass of Mexican themed fairy lights. Their combined glow gives the restaurant a dark atmosphere. The mariachi music is slow and romantic coming from the live band on the left side of the restaurant.

“Ah Señor Tom! Back again are we?” An older man cries out, slapping Tom on the shoulder.

“Sí Señor Cuz.” Tom replies, pursing his lips in embarrassment.

“And I see we’ve brought a guest!” Cruz gestures to you.

“And a beautiful one at that!” A woman moves her hand across your shoulders and steps next to Cruz, giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Uh, ya, table for two.” Tom mumbles. They lead you to a small table in the corner furthest from the band.

“We’ll give you a few minutes alone…” Cruz says, as he sets a pair of menus on the table.

“You do look very beautiful tonight (Y/N).” 

You look up from your menu, his goofy smile back..

“Thank you Tom. You clean up pretty good yourself.” You bite your lip. You noticed he trimmed his beard and ironed the navy blue button down he’s wearing.

After staring at each other you both quickly turn your attention to the menus for a few minutes. A server takes your order, quickly coming back with a beer and a glass of wine. You raise your eyebrow at Tom and he shrugs in reply.

“Compliments of Señor Cruz.” The server nods towards the bar. You both pick up your glasses and salute in thanks.

“So anything exciting in the world of real estate today?” You ask as you take a sip of wine.

“I don’t think there's ever anything exciting.” He laughs.

You talk all through dinner, learning a little about Tom's military past and he lets you drag on about your job at the state university. Dinner is beyond words, and when the check comes it simple says 

Enjoy all the moments together!

You both smile and head out to the car. It’s sprinkling ever so lightly, the smell of fresh rain in the air. You stand in the middle of the parking lot, face to the sky as the rain sprinkles across your face.

Tom shakes his head at you, amazed that someone could be so carefree and in the moment. He looks up to the sky, he’s had mixed feelings about the rain; sometimes it’s welcomed after being in a desert for a week, and other times it just muddies everything. He turns to you, lightly putting his hand on your back to get you into the car before it starts pouring.

“I love the rain” You whisper into the window. The beads of water steadily roll down faster as Tom pulls out of the parking lot.

“We can drive for a bit.” He replies, making a turn away from your apartment. The city lights stretch out further and further as you head away from the sleepy little city. You turn  toward Tom, bringing your knees closer to your chest. His expression is calm, only the occasional flash of sadness can be seen as car headlights intrude on your drive. You let your gaze wander over his body. He’s very muscular, big burly arms and strong broad shoulders. You imagine there’s abs underneath his shirt but they’ve been hidden by just a small layer of fat that makes you want to bury yourself against him. His legs are so long he has his seat pushed all the way back, leaving the perfect amount of space for you to straddle him if you wanted…

“Enjoying the view?” He flicks his eyes to you.

“Very much.” You smile. He pulls into a little side street near a strip of stores that’s normally abuzz with people. Tonight it looks like the rain has everyone staying inside. The glow from the sidewalk lights illuminate the cab just enough that you can make out his face. He turns off the truck and the pitter-patter of rain mingles with the sound of your breathing. You scoot into the middle seat, wanting to feel him close. 

He turns toward you, one arm laying on the back of the seat while the other tilts your chin up. He brings your mouth to his, your lips brushing lightly. Your heart is hammering inside your chest so fast he might hear it. So you press your lips harder against his; his beard tickles your face and that’ll burn later but right now you need his hands on your body.

You move to your knees, pressing forward into him. Following your lead he moves just enough for you to hook your right leg over his lap. His hands settle on the small of your back, his tongue sliding over your bottom lip. You open your mouth to let his tongue tangle with your own. His hands begin to explore your body, his fingers dancing around the edge of your dress sending a shiver down your spine.

He smiles, moving his lips down your neck, slowly sucking every inch until he finds the perfect spot.

“Oh Tommy…” You exhale. He groans in reply, the vibrations multiplying throughout your body. 

His fingers begin playing with the hem of your panties, and he thanks god that you didn’t wear anything else under your dress. He pushes one finger between your folds, already amazed at how wet you are for him.

“All for me?” He whispers into your ear as he slides one large finger inside you. You gasp, his finger reaching places only toys have ever reached. He brings your mouth back to his, gently pumping his finger in and out of you. 

But the small friction isn’t enough, you want more and he seems to be reading your mind because one more finger slides in. You push back from him, shocked at the feeling of him stretching you so perfectly. You start rolling your hips, fucking his fingers purely for your pleasure. Your eyes close, all concentration is on his fingers curling and sliding inside you. 

He hasn’t been this turned on from watching someone pleasure themselves in a very long time. It doesn’t even matter that he’s not getting himself off, this is about watching you fall apart for him. He quickly moves his mouth back to your neck, sucking harder and leaving no spot untouched. He moves his thumb to your clit, the build of your orgasm rocketing through you. You throw your head back, fucking his fingers faster until you completely come undone. Your orgasm rips through your body so hot you lean your head into the crook of his neck, arms loosely draping over his shoulders as you ride his fingers to get every ounce of pleasure. As your hips slow to a stop he removes his fingers, your cunt still clenching around what’s no longer there.

“That was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen.” He whispers into your hair; you lean back to so he can see you roll your eyes-

BEEP!

You both jump at the noise of the big ass truck horn.

“Guess I can’t be too sexy for long, leaves the world unbalanced.” You breathe out a laugh.

“You’re always too sexy.” He hums, his fingers massaging your thighs.

“I think it might be your turn, Redfly.” You whisper in his ear, rubbing his hard on through his jeans.

“You are naughty (Y/N).” He leans his seat back, putting his hands behind his head. You smile as you slide your panties off, it’s truly adorable he think’s his hands will stay there. You spring his cock free, the head red and ready for you. You pump him with one hand, unbuttoning your dress with the other. Tom’s smirk quickly disappears as he realizes what you’re doing.

He sits up a little, taking the front of your dress from your hands and unbuttoning the rest. You tits bounce free, Tom’s eyes gleaming at the site. 

“You shirt too Tommy.“ You purr, your free hand trailing down his chest. He makes quick work of the buttons as you slip a condom on him. He tries to sit up a bit in order to take his shirt fully off but you lower yourself onto him and he falls back into the seat. He grips your thighs, you’re so tight and wet his brain short circuits. 

You smile, moving his hands to your breasts, showing him how you like to be played with. And then you start bouncing, his dick throbbing at the site of all of you jiggling as you impale yourself over and over.

And your pretty little mouth is wide open, every noise like music to his ears. He sits up, bringing your open mouth to his, your tongues dancing until his mind wanders back to your tits. And his mouth follows, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking each one in turn. 

He knows he won’t last much longer, not with you feeling this good and looking that fucking sexy. He slots a hand between your bodies, his finger finding your swollen clit. And he rubs fast, making you double over from the stimulation. Your mouths find each other again as he pushes you over the edge.

You let out a small fuck as your walls flutter around him. And he let’s go, spilling into the condom as you ride out your high on top of him.

After a few minutes you pull him out of you, letting him take care of the condom as you lay down on the seat. You’re trying to desperately catch your breath when he looks over at you. Your legs are spread for him to see your juices spilling from you; your dress open like a robe, tits out in the open and nipples erect.

“Unless I’m allowed desert, close your legs“ He laughs, tucking himself back in his pants.

“If you’re hungry you’re more than welcome Tommy.” You sass, spreading your pussy lips for him.

He looks up towards the sky, thanking whatever brought you into his life; and then back at you, sprawled and ready with the sweetest treat, just for him. 

[playbucky]

Couple

Prompt 18 Redfly - “We should do a couples costume” “we’re not a couple though" 

‘We should do a couples costume.’ You told Tom as you sat across from him at the dining room table. ‘We’re not a couple though.’ He told you, you nodded but shrugged your shoulders, you were close friends you didn’t see a problem about it. ‘True, but who’s gonna play superman if I’m Louis?’ You asked him, he looked at you through the glasses he was wearing. ‘What?’ He asked confused. ‘Come on, I mean all you need is a superman top, which you probably have and I know you have a white shirt and black pants.’ You said as you pointed at the clothes he was wearing just now. ‘I don’t have a superman top, I have a batman one.’ He told you, you frowned slightly. ‘Well buy a superman top then?’ You said, it wasn’t a big deal but he shook his head as he placed the pen down. ‘Can’t I just go as Batman?’ He asked you, you shook your head. ‘Batman doesn’t go with Louis.’ You told him, he sighed and rubbed the inside of his eyes. ‘What’s Tess going as?’ He asked, you gave him a tight-lipped smile. ‘Something that you would tell her to return if you saw it.’ You told him. ‘Y/N, you were meant to watch over her.’ He told you, you raised a hand. ‘Chill, relax, it’s suitable but your over-protective side would come out.’ You explained to him and his brows dipped. ‘What is she going as?’ He asked you. ‘Tinkerbell.’ You told him, you watched as he relaxed slightly. ‘See told you it wasn’t that bad, so are we doing a couple costume?’ You asked him.

[wardenparker]

The Alewife Masterlist

Co-written with @absurdthirst!

A Triple Frontier Soulmate AU! Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x female reader

In a world where every soul has a perfect mate, Frankie Morales has seen no evidence that his even exists. Soulmates gain each other’s permanent body markings - scar and tattoos - and while all of Frankie’s ink and battle wounds have transferred over to his soulmate’s skin, he’s never found a single mark on his body that he didn’t make himself. Until now.

Explicit chapters marked with **

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4**

Chapter 5**

Chapter 6

Chapter 7**

Chapter 8

Chapter 9**

Chapter 10

Chapter 11**

Chapter 12**

Chapter 13**

Chapter 14**

Epilogue

(moodboard by @frankiemorales​!)

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[tobealostwanderer]

Fight Night

Frankie x GN!Reader

Your best friend promises her brother's friend to fight him in the ring. You go to cheer her on, worried for her safety, but leave with forever friends and a crush

"Are you shure you wanna do this though? You never did matches before.. You can get seriously hurt" the nervousness in your voice was unmistakable but that didn't stop your asshole friend of laughing at you. "Love, I need to teach these men a lesson" she said with a tone of mischief. "And you will get laid. Which will be payment enough for me. Because gosh you are tense. Anyways when will you be here?"

"I'm getting in my car now. I will get there in 15 ish minutes" you answered her. You gave your normal goodbyes before you hang up and threw your phone on the passenger side with a sigh.

Maddie, your best friend, was a boxer and could absolutely kick ass. Her brother, Jack, kept pestering her how she should take her skills to a proper ring and knock some guys out but she always said no. Until a few weeks ago. When she met one of Jack's friends and he dared her to fight him in the ring. And being a hotheaded person, she took up that deal without thinking. And now it's Friday, just after work, and you were on your way to support her with Jack.

The relatively short ride was spend singing along to some Fleetwood Mac songs. Your old car only played CDs and so your dash was full with them. And as you drove up to the ring, belting along with The Chain, you spotted Maddie and Jack's cars and managed to park close by them. Turning down your car, you send a quick prayer to whoever God was listening to keep your friend in one piece, grabbed your phone and went in.

The place was packed. People were screaming, making bets, watching the two persons go at it on the elevated ring. The place smelled like sweat, cheap beer and blood. It made you a bit uneasy, especially being surrounded by mostly men, so you set off to find Jack as quick as possible. Which was hard, with only the spotlights on the ring being a source of light, the rest of the room being dimmed by some wall lamps, faces were hard to see.

In fact, Jack saw you before you saw him. Suddendly he was in front of you, grinning. "C'mon! I saved us a seat next to my friend's friends. They are pretty cool" he yelled over the noise. He grabbed your arm and dragged you to a bench with four men. All were holding a beer and all were reacting differently to the fight.

The first one, a slim, tan guy with black hair was totally invested. He kept yelling and cheering when the guy he was rooting for managed to hit his opponent. He looked slightly drunk, but he wasn't being annoying as of yet.

Next to him was a taller and broader guy. He sat there, seemingly unamused. Probably waiting for his friend to get in the ring. He didn't look too approachable.

The third guy was like the first one but a bit more toned down. He cheered every once in a while but wasn't as hyper like the first guy. He had blonde hair and a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

And the last one... Didn't look like he belonged at all. He was silent, although not in a threatening way like guy nr. 2. He didn't seem uncomfortable, just seemed like he didn't want to be in such a rowdy and busy place. You couldn't blame him.

"Guys" Jack called, making them all look away from the ring and to the two of you. "This is my sister's friend" he introduced you. "And these are Santiago, Tom, Will and Frankie. They are Benny's friends, but Will is his brother." Jack explained. You nodded and smiled at the bunch.

After a beat of uncomfortable silence between the group and you, you decided to sit down next to the silent one, Frankie, and you smiled kindly at him. "What is someone like you doing in a place like this?" He asked, a bit awkwardly. Is he trying to flirt? You thought. No.. can't be.

"Gotta make shure that my best friend isn't torn to shreds. I have faith in her but you never know" you said with a grin. "If she loses, however, I might need to kick her ass. For doing this. Because sometimes she barerly has any braincells" to that Frankie laughed and his eyes shone a bit more than the dull brown they were when you first quietly observed him.

Conversion with Frankie after that came surprisingly easy. Especially since you weren't much of a talker. It was a great distraction from the two guys that were beating eachother to bloody pulp no more than 5 meters away from you. Frankie was kind and made bad jokes to which you laughed. You learned that he was currently a car mechanic but classifies himself as an "all in one handyman", meaning he could basically do anything according to him.

You in turn told him about working at the local library as their barista for their in-shop coffee nook. It was the easiest and calmest job you ever had, since most people that came to a library were already calm people so you didn't have to deal with a lot of "entitled bitches". Again Frankie laughed, but before he could say anything the new fight was announced and it was Maddie against Benny.

You turned to the ring, seeing your friend standing there tall and proud. A lot of guys wolf whistled at her as she got ready. Opposite of her was Will's brother, Benny, and they truely were look alike. Or it might be their equally blonde hair. He had a big smile on his face, like he couldn't wait to fight her.

After a few minutes of preparation, the bell went and the two went ham on eachother. You had to give it to them both, they were strong and fast. Equally matched. From your right you heard Santiago call "I am betting 20 bucks on our Ben". To which you almost immediately replied "I am betting 40 on Maddie". He looked at you in shock, and as your eyes turned up to Frankie, you saw him looking in shock as well.

Before Frankie could protest though, Santi had jumped forward and shook your hand. Yelling a loud "Deal" before returning to his seat and starting to cheer for the younger Miller.

Frankie held your gaze, at first he looked like he wanted to say something, but then he shook his head and just smiled "Tell you what" he said "If Ben wins, I get you a drink. If he loses, you get me a drink. Deal?" To that you grinned and shook his hand "Deal."

The fight took a while, because the two were well matched, until Benny got a few good hits in and it didn't look well for Maddie. You heard Santiago cheer and chant "Go Benny Go!" With Will. Maddie however came back with more fire than before and managed to hit Benny in a few weak spots and within a minute, he was groaning on the floor and called out.

You and Jack cheered and Maddie locked eyes with the two of you and grinned. She then helped Benny up and clapped him on the back as they both went back to the dressing rooms. "I think you owe me money!" You yelled at Santiago and he grouchy pressed a 20 in your hand. With that in hand you went to the bar to get two beers for you and Frankie.

This was just one night in many to come. You came in with only worry for your best friend, and left with forever best friends and a crush on a certain curly haired, hat wearing man. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

[feelyourhearttakingroot]

The Reader's Guide to Avoiding Redfly (and how to have a good time doing it)

“How’re you doing, kid?” Tom murmured in your ear. Your skin hadn’t started crawling yet, but it definitely would soon.

“Redfly, leave the girl alone.” 

A third voice - the voice of God himself, if it meant that Tom would let you go. 

Summary: Your friend Dina is dating Benny Miller, and drags you along to one of his fights before a night at a bar. His friends meet you there - Tom ‘Redfly’ Davis, who is too busy trying it on with you to think about his wife; Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia, who is a god made flesh; and Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales, who agrees to help keep you out of Redfly’s clutches. But Frankie is not without his own charm...

Relationships: Frankie Morales x reader, side Santiago Garcia x Original Female Character, side Benny Miller x Original Female Character

Rating: First chapter is Mature, but it will be getting Explicit after that... 

Author’s note: I saw Triple Frontier last week for the first time and it has occupied my every waking thought since then. This is my first ‘x reader’ fic, so feedback is appreciated. Benny is my darling boy and I want to write him a loving af relationship even if it’s in the bg of this fic. I also don’t mean to step on toes but Redfly is the worst man and deserved to die a lot earlier than he did in the film. I am also obviously obsessed with Frankie Morales. Sorry if the formatting is fucked, this is the first fic I’ve posted directly to Tumblr in many’a.

Warnings: 18+ for frequent language, she/her pronouns, future smut but this chapter is just teasing.

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Chapter One

The Fight

“The fight ends at 9pm, so we’ll be good to get to the bar by 9.30,” Dina said, leaning to within a hair's breadth of the bathroom mirror. Your arms twitched, hands opening and closing as you watched the safety pin come even closer to her eyeball.

“Dina, do you have to- the fight?”

“Yes, I need to separate my eyelashes, and yes, the fight.” She said, tongue peeping out between her lips. “Benny is fighting and he’s going to come with us to the bar afterwards.”

Your heart sank, just a little. Benny was a great guy, and you were happy for Dina, but it was always harder to get into bars when Benny ‘Brick Shithouse’ Miller rocked up with facial wounds and an ego after inevitably winning the fight. 

Apparently their post-fight sex was insane.

“So it’s you, me, and Benny?” you asked flatly, and she rolled her eyes in a way that made your hands clench into fists, with a vivid mental image of the pin sinking into her eyeball. She ignored you, of course, and started on the bottom lid.

“No, you prick,” she said, teasing each lash apart. She paused, and winked at you through the mirror “Ha. Prick! Get it? Sandy, Amy and Kelly are joining us - and Benny is bringing his friends.”

“William and Tom?” You were trying so hard not to be a downer, you really were, but you’d met William and Tom before and it was not a great experience. William - Benny’s brother - was aesthetically pleasing, and a lovely guy, but way too earnest about the purity of combat, while Tom was… a douche. A douche who clearly enjoyed his nights away from the wife a little too much. “Great.”

“Not just Will and Tom,” she chided, finally putting down the pin and fluttering her eyelashes at her reflection. “A few of his old squad guys are coming too.”

“OK then,” you said, and turned to leave.

“Where are you going?” Dina called.

“To get another drink.”

Based on the MMA prelude, you decided to rethink your outfit to something a bit less… showy, and had poured yourself into a skintight skirt with a shirt that helped accentuate your decolletage just right. So right, in fact, that you’d forgone a sensible coat in favour of a leather jacket that didn’t even close properly. The clothes did little to shield you from the cold, which explained why you had chugged nearly half a bottle of Smirnoff in the cab over. 

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Dina looked every inch the fighter’s girlfriend, she really did. You didn’t even know she owned a faux-fur coat. Her meticulously-separated eyelashes were currently fluttered together, shielding her eyes from her cigarette smoke. 

Not that it helped. Your buzz was fading fast with every second you stood out in the freezing cold parking lot.

Sandy hadn’t bothered to change her outfit - “Fuck it, it can’t be any dirtier than the bar.” - and was leaning against the arena wall wearing a mini dress that practically showed what she had eaten for breakfast. The woman had legs up to her neck, and more than one man had slowed his passage into the arena to get a good look. Sandy, with legs that long since she was fifteen, and a face that had been beautiful her whole life, flipped each one off with a casual laziness you could never hope to emulate. 

The three of you were standing outside the arena waiting for Tom and the others to arrive. The crowd was known to get rowdy, and Benny had been very firm with Dina about going in with his friends. William was already inside with Benny, prepping him for the fight.

It was so cold you were nearly tempted to ask Dina for a pull of her cigarette, just to feel some warm air, when -

“Dee!”

Your face locked into a grimace, and you looked down to kick a loose pebble from under your shoe, trying to regain control of your facial muscles by the time Tom got close.

“Tommy!” Dina yelled. “You’re late, what the hell?”

“Don’t blame me,” Tom said, “Blame these assholes.”

Two sets of denim-wrapped legs stepped into your view, and you huffed out a little sigh before looking up. Tom was standing in front of you, with his friend on his right. 

His friend. Who was the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen. He smiled at you, and you felt a small laugh escape you. 

What was that face? He looked like a Latino George Clooney. How did he get taken seriously in life?

“Hey, tiger,” Tom said to you, his lopsided smile showing a little too much teeth on one side.

“Hey… Tom.” you replied, raising a hand in greeting. He made a little ‘pfft’ sound and pulled you in for a hug, enveloping you in the smell of… dear god, was that Axe? 

You heard the crunch of gravel, and a movement out of the corner of your eye told you that the devilishly handsome man was currently introducing himself to Sandy. 

Probably wouldn’t have worked out with us anyway.

“How’re you doing, kid?” Tom murmured in your ear. Your skin hadn’t started crawling yet, but it definitely would soon.

“Redfly, leave the girl alone.” 

A third voice - the voice of God himself, if it meant that Tom would let you go. 

“This is my girl right here, Frankie.” Tom said, and the proprietary tone in his voice made your stomach turn. You should have just met them at the bar.

“Crazy, I thought your girl was sitting at home looking after your daughter and -” the second half of the sentence was in mumbled Spanish, and you heard a bark of laughter from the handsome man. A quick, rough pat on the back and Tom released you, already walking into the building as if nothing had happened.

The speaker was standing in front of you; a tall-ish man wearing a blue plaid shirt over a grey tank top, with a beat-up baseball cap on his head. Just as the phrase ‘hillbilly trucker’ crossed your mind, every thought in your head promptly vanished on looking up into his face. A pair of warm brown eyes were gazing down at you, creasing gently at the corners. He wasn’t built like Tom or William; they slanted more towards beefcake, where this guy was toned and slim. He was older than you - not a surprise, William and Tom were in at least their mid-40s - but it was a very manageable older. Unruly, curling brown hair peeked out from under his cap, and the man smiled, a shadow of a dimple appearing on his cheek.

The other guy was crazy good-looking in a movie-star way, the sort of hot that had made you laugh because it was almost unreal. This guy was the perfect side of handsome, mortal enough to take your breath away just a little and not make you feel stupid about it.

“Hey,” he said. “I’m Frankie.”

Maybe it was the dimples, maybe it was the fact that he had just saved you from a fate worse than death, or maybe the cold had finally gotten to your brain. Whatever it was, you barely knew what you were saying until you’d said it:

“And I am so fucking yours.”

So much for not feeling stupid. His smile widened, and your heartbeat quickened just a bit.

“Ignore Redfly,” he said. “He just doesn’t have good manners.”

Another burst of Spanish from behind you, from the dark-eyed Adonis near the door, and Frankie replied in kind, with an evocative hand gesture that you were pretty sure meant ‘fuck off’.

You finally turned to get a good look at the other man. He was standing in front of your friends, angled towards Sandy in a way that boded well for her. He was terribly good-looking.

“Hey, how’re you doing?” he leaned toward you, and took your hand in his. “Santiago Garcia.”

The man was on another level. You felt like you were meeting a politician. You told him your name as if in a dream. 

“That’s a beautiful name,” he said, looking into your soul, and you felt that laugh bubble up again. This was too much all at once.

Dina blew out one last plume of smoke, and threw her cigarette butt on the ground.

“Come on guys, it’s fucking freezing out here.”

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The arena was chaos. Tom was nowhere to be seen, but he could have been standing two feet from you and you wouldn’t have seen him. He could have been behind you.

As the thought crossed your mind, a hand came to rest on your hip and you jumped sideways, ready to kick Tom in the fucki-

It was Frankie, hands suddenly up and visible, mouth framing a ‘whoa’ that you could never hear over the din of the crowd. You grimaced, mouthing sorry.

He gave you a tight-lipped smile, uncomfortable, and stuffed his hands in his pockets. He craned his neck to look over the crowd, toward the ring, and you stepped quickly toward him. Your hand raised, like you had the right answer in a classroom, and you tilted your mouth up towards Frankie’s ear. He scrunched his face and bent his head towards yours.

“Sorry,” you said into his ear, trying not to deafen him at this range. He smelled warm, and clean, a welcome respite from the arena’s smell of old beer and sweat. “I thought it might be…” one of your best friends, whom I loathe. “... a creep.” you finished lamely.

When you pulled away, he was looking at you so intently that a blush started to creep up your neck. Hands still in his pockets, he rocked back and forth on his heels as he processed what you said. His tongue worked in his mouth, pushing out his cheek, before he winked ever so slightly, and nodded.

He knew. He damn well knew.

Frankie grinned and pointed towards the ring, to where your friends had disappeared, before nudging you forward.

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Dina and the others were sitting ringside, by Benny’s corner. Dina had shrugged her coat in the sticky closeness of the arena, and was adjusting her top for maximum cleavage. Beside her was Sandy, deep in conversation with Santiago, and Tom sat beside Santiago next to an empty chair.

The single empty chair. 

Fucks sake.

Tom saw you both coming, and had a look of fake disappointment on his face that your hands twitched to slap off. He held his hands up in defeat, before patting his thigh. A quick scan showed that this wasn’t an uncommon occurrence in the arena; the place was jammed so tightly that you counted at least seven people on laps in this section alone. A fire hazard, and a pain in the ass. 

You’re fucking kidding me.

You went to take a step, and felt a hand grip your arm. Frankie was sliding past you on your right, pivoting to sit in the empty chair. A shit-eating grin slid onto Tom’s face, and he patted his thigh again.

You’re fucking kidding me. 

Frankie still held your arm loosely in his left hand. Reaching over Tom, he nudged Santiago, who broke off from his conversation long enough to pass him a beer. Settling back into his seat, Frankie spread his legs a little too wide and steered you into the space between them. 

He looked up at you under the brim of his cap, his face out of Tom’s eyeline. The corners of his mouth curved downward and one shoulder shrugged, as if to say ‘Why not?’.

Lightheaded, floating on a mental chant of fucking hell fucking hell fucking hell fucking hell, you perched on Frankie’s knee, your knees pressing against his other leg. A quick glance at Tom’s face nearly made you yelp. The ham-coloured man was staring sullenly out over the ring, lips pursed around his mouthful of beer. The smile was nowhere to be seen.

Frankie shifted slightly, and with one hand on your waist pulled you closer until you were sitting mid-thigh. When he was satisfied, his hand moved to settle against your lower back, keeping you upright. The shape of the seat had his body angled away from you, allowing you to sit upright without being nestled against him. He leaned towards Tom and said something in his ear, something you could barely hear over the din. It was as if he’d forgotten you were there.

But not quite. Slowly, as if you were a wild animal he was trying to tame, his hand started to move in gradual, broad strokes, forward and back, forward and back.

Your stomach muscles locking tight was your only visible reaction, and you thanked baby Jesus and all the angels in heaven that Frankie couldn’t feel the way your pulse had suddenly picked up. Though that might not be far off; there was a warm throbbing between your legs that definitely hadn’t been there two minutes ago.

Forward and back. Forward and back.

This was totally normal. This happened to you every day. Every day you met hot guys and sat on their laps. Every day you got mildly turned on by hot guys stroking your back.

Looking over at Dina, the two of you locked eyes. Her grin was positively wolfish.

Fuck off, you mouthed.

You looked around, hoping that the people-watching fodder available would help take your mind off the hot man you were sitting on and what his hand was - 

As if Frankie could hear your thoughts, the rhythm of his strokes changed. Now, instead of moving forward and back, his palm started sliding up and down, with every pass downward bringing his hand closer and closer to the curve of your ass.

For a fraction of a second, your breath caught in your throat, and the pulse between your legs kicked up a notch. Trying to keep your cool, you casually - so casually! - looked over at Frankie.

Still absorbed in conversation with Tom. Fine. He clearly had no idea what he was doing, no idea of the effect he was having.

Your awareness was steadily narrowing down to where his hand touched you, to the vague sensation of warmth that each pass left on your skin. Reaching the hem of your jacket, he paused almost imperceptibly, before reaching under the leather to rest on the back of your shirt.

Dear god, were you disappointed he wasn’t touching your ass? Were you actually sad that this stranger wasn’t - 

A radiating sensation on your back, so warm and firm, and suddenly you could feel every little movement his hand made, the way his fingers were flexing against your skin so gently - 

Air you didn’t realise you had been holding escaped your lungs in a whoosh. 

“Getting bored up there, tiger?” Tom’s expression wasn’t as friendly as it normally was, and you were reminded why all of this was happening. This was purely for Tom’s benefit. 

“No, it’s fine. It’s…” you looked down at Frankie as he took a sip of his beer. His eyes met yours over the rim of his beer cup, and a smile crept across your face. When the cup left his lips, you took it deftly from his fingers and lifted it to your mouth. Your gaze didn’t leave his. Tom may as well have been part of the furniture.

The beer was not good, but you finished it, and ran your tongue over your lips. Frankie’s eyes tracked the movement, and you felt his hand pause, felt his fingers splay wide across the small of your back.

“It’s great,” you said, winking down at him. “But I think we need another drink.”

You placed a hand on his knee for leverage, and stood. Dina saluted you with her nearly-empty drink, and tapped at the low liquid level with one long fingernail. You nodded, and flashed the OK sign.

A broad chest blocked your view, and the smell of Axe surrounded you. You glanced up at Tom, who was shaking his own empty cup. 

“I’ll come too,” he said. “I could do with another-”

“It’s cool, man,” Frankie stood, easily slotting himself between the two of you, and gently but firmly took hold of your shoulders as he turned to the exit. “I got it.”

Empty cups and debris were strewn across the aisle, and you were beginning to regret wearing your heels for what was shaping up to be a fucking obstacle course. But you felt Frankie’s presence behind you, and if you put a little more sway into your walk than normal, so what?

Between a few stragglers at the bar, there was a gap just wide enough for the two of you to lean against the counter. You rested on your forearms, and flagged down the bartender.

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“Two beers, and a whiskey and coke.” 

“Make it four,” Frankie said. “I know it may not seem like it, but it is better to get Redfly liquored up. After about,” - his hand made a see-saw motion - “six drinks? He’s going to get real maudlin, start missing his wife, and go home.”

“Oh, yeah,” you replied, “He’s really missing his wife when he’s trying to put his hand up my skirt.”

His eyes flickered up and down your body, and he cleared his throat. One hand came up to scratch at his moustache, before smoothing it back down. 

“You know, I don’t blame him,” he said. “That skirt looks great on you.”

A low warmth pooled in your stomach, and you smiled. He smiled back, those beautiful eyes twinkling as he turned around to face the arena, elbows back on the bar.

“If I… go too far, in there,” he said, face suddenly serious. “You can just punch me in the face. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

The bartender laid your whiskey and coke down in front of you, and pulled out two cups for the beer. 

“Two more of those, please,” you told her, and took a sip of your drink. You knew you were a bit of a savage for drinking whiskey with coke, but your sweet tooth demanded nothing less. “Frankie, I’m not really OK with the idea of ‘being saved’.”

“That’s fair,” Frankie turned to the bar, and rapped a quick tattoo on the wood. “When we get back in there, you take the seat and I’ll -”

“But,” you raised a finger. “Your lap is pretty comfortable. And if you’re OK with having my ass on your knee all night, then I’m happy to stay there.”

A laugh escaped him, and you found yourself appreciating the way his moustache framed his lips so perfectly. 

“I think you’d be hard pushed to find a man who wouldn’t be OK with that deal.”

The bartender laid down four cups of beer. “$25.60.” 

Frankie laid out three $10 bills, and pulled the cups closer. 

“Do you think you could make sure Tom doesn’t put his hand up my skirt?”

He was intent on arranging the cups in a way he could carry them, to the point that you thought he hadn’t heard you. Just as you were about to repeat yourself, he flashed you a wicked look.

“Well sweetheart,” he smiled, “I’ll just have to get my hand there first.”

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As soon as you sat back down, it was like a switch had flipped. Your conversation at the bar had been light, to the point where you’d nearly forgotten that you’d actually been turned on a little at sitting on Frankie’s lap.

When you got back to your seats, and Frankie had handed off the beers he was carrying, he sat and pulled you down onto his lap in one fluid movement. No more tentative movements; he held your waist firmly, and pulled you even closer than before. And now, not only was his hand stroking your back again - he had put it under your jacket straight away - but his other arm was now resting on your leg. His beer cup sat on your knee, below where the hem of your skirt rode up, and he rotated it gently on your bare skin, almost teasing you with the cool feeling of the condensation on the base.

It drove you just a little short of wild. Though part of you wanted to shift against his thigh, wanted to feel some pressure right where an ache was steadily building between your legs, you kept it together fairly admirably. 

A wet patch on Frankies jeans probably wouldn't go down too well anyway.

A murmur from the crowd rolled towards the ring, and Pantera’s heavy guitar riff blasted through the speakers.

Benny was here.

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Ringside seats were… certainly something.

The smell of blood hummed in your nostrils, and you felt the impact of every punch. 

Benny was a monster. He had swaggered into the arena, head and shoulders above everyone, and proceeded to hammer the shit out of his opponent once the bell rang. Watching the way Dina was looking at him, you were very, very glad they were going back to Benny’s place tonight.

The six of you were standing at the ring edge, screaming and roaring with the crowd. Your blood was singing. Sitting on Frankie’s lap, his hands leaving trails of fire wherever they touched you, had rattled you something fierce, and the adrenaline from the fight was getting to you too. You didn’t think your pulse had slowed for about ten minutes, and you were breathing like you were climbing a mountain.

It was the last minute of the last round, and Benny was flagging. 

You guessed. You really had no idea who was doing better, both fighters were covered in blood and looked tired as fuck.

Santiago, Dina and Tom were rattling the cage, howling through the wire at Benny. The man was intent on his opponent, never taking his eyes off him. 

As you watched, Benny did an odd movement, stepping back, rotating his shoulders and head as his feet danced. You heard roars come from your friends, but were completely lost. 

“He’s about to kick the guy’s head off his fucking shoulders,” Frankie’s voice was low, and close. You felt his nose brush the outer shell of his ear, and you suppressed a shiver as his breath ghosted over you. He was standing behind you, so close that you felt his warmth up your body from ankle to neck. He reached over your shoulder, and pointed up at Benny’s right foot.

“You see that?” 

Benny’s foot was moving in a fan shape on the floor of the ring. He dodged as much as he needed to to evade blows, but whenever he was still his foot moved in that fan shape. 

“Why is he waiting?” Turning your head, your nose brushed against Frankie’s jawline. He smiled down at you.

“Not long now, sweetheart,” he said. “Watch.”

He stepped closer until he stood flush against your back, and crossed his arms over your chest to grip his own elbows. His beard brushed against your cheekbone, and you found yourself nestling further into his hold. He was just so warm and solid and - 

Benny moved like lightning. His opponent came too close, ever so slightly unguarded, and Benny pivoted on his left foot and -

“Fuck!” you screamed. Benny’s opponent hit the floor, and the arena erupted.

===> Chapter Two

[toxicanonymity]

masterlist

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WARNINGS: NSFW I8+ only 🔞. f!Reader unless otherwise noted. Writing may contain dubious consent (dubcon), non-consensual (noncon), unsafe sex, violence, and more. Read fic warnings.

TAG: Toxicanonymity ☠️.

Pedro Pascal characters masterlist

Boyd Holbrook characters masterlist

Scream

Masked ghostface unless otherwise specified.

⭐ Every inch (series)

fight flight or fuck blurb

⭐ Rat in a cage one shot drabble

ghostface POV blurb

Prescott House B & B (Billy one shot)

Waking up cold blurb

Road house - scream AU (Dalton x reader)

✨ Domestication - ghostface one shot

Texas Chainsaw

⭐ The Spread - Collection of Tommy Hewitt x reader. "Heavy" on size kink 🤭

House of Wax

⭐The Wax Job (1.3k) - Bo Sinclair x reader

Halloween

Corey Cunningham

A lift and two screws (4.5k words)

Laid back (2.5k) , V-Day Vibes (3.2k)

Corey from the yard (3.8k)

⭐ Corey from the Yard pt. 2 (5k)

It's Halloween (babysitting w/ CC) (3.5k)

Corey C. from the call center (4.5k)

Dominating Corey in a declining mall (2.5k)

Tighty-whitey workout, interrupted (2k)

You wear MM's mask in bed (1.3k)

Giving head while CC streams (900)

⭐Good behavior (7.5k)

⭐Birthday Wish (2k)

⭐Give In (4.5k)

Hot Topic

Scrapyard (CNC) 500

Rock Bottom (22k)

Michael Myers

⭐Michael makes them watch (1.3k)

Michael in Ambrose (2k)

Corey leaves you with Michael (300)

⭐Skin Alley (1.5k)

Michael's Castle (3k)

Obsessive Reader

Michael makes Corey watch

Gas station (550)

Halloween Headcanons

Free Use (1.2k)

The Shape's Collar (900)

When you're a screamer (650)

Halloween drabbles, blurbs, misc.

Who's that calling you under the dinner table

Frisky at the movie theater w/ CC (300)

COREGASM (600?)

Corey's newest ring

Corey x You x Michael

reader nipple piercings & 2 , Corey piercings

MM dream / CNC

Corey x you x Michael after u walk in

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Other Fandoms

The Bear

The ghost - Mike x reader x Carmy

Triple Frontier

The Worst - Tom "Redfly" Davis x DARK!reader

Road House

Scream AU - Elwood Dalton x reader

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[gutterdreams]

I haven't done any writing ages. Got married, had a baby, fell off the face of the Earth. This blog used to be essentially Billy Hargrove fics and head canons and maybe I'll get back to that, but I have been pretty interested in writing Triple Frontier stuff lately. If that's something people would be into, I will throw up an old prompt list and see what is requested? Sound good?

[imaginesbymk]

inside your mind.

Triple Frontier One Shot

Summary: while camping for the night after the heist and running away from anyone that’s after them and the money, Ben tries to lighten up the mood by telling the boys a memorable story of a girl he’s been seeing.

Pairing: Ben Miller x Fem!Reader

Tags: song imagine!! inside your mind by the 1975.

A/N: garrett hedlund can literally punch me and i would ask him for more.

BEN WAS QUIET FOR HALF THE NIGHT. The boys settled in the rainforest wearing their coats to camouflage themselves and to shield away the rain from getting wet. All they could hear was just the rain draining down and some insects flying around, but none of them spoke a word. Not even Pope or even Redfly had a lot to say about their day.

The heist was absolutely stressful and beyond anything as a close call than serving in the army and experience all the things Ben had to go through. But he had something to keep his mind sharp and he thought to share it with his friends.

As the rain poured, his voice was raised a bit so they could hear him. “Did I ever tell you guys about the girl I’m seeing?” 

His older brother Will looked at him. “Umm, no? Not even me. Since when were you getting back in the gist of dating?”

Ben chuckled a bit. “I was rusty at first, but somehow I managed to win her heart. I’ve been seeing her for a couple of weeks now. Maybe a month.”

Pope whistled. “Damn, Benny. You think you can keep a woman longer than a week?”

“Surprisingly, yeah,” Ben said, quite serious from the joke. “There was something about me that made her want to stay longer, and there was something about her that made me want to do the same.”

“Oh yeah? What was it? The sex?” The three of them erupted in laughter as loud as the thunder in the sky.

“The sex, her hobbies, her ambitions . . .” he said.

“What’s her name?”

Saying her name out loud felt like the first time. “Y/N. And she’s visiting family at the moment so she knows I’m here but she doesn’t know why. So when I found out Lorea emerged from that secret vault I felt like I was gonna die at that very moment. I’d rather not die with Y/N having no idea what happened. She thinks I’m here on vacation.”

“You lied to her?” Will said.

“Not exactly. But if she knew she would kill me.” Ben shook his head and looked down at his lap. He looked back up, remembering to lighten up the mood given the situation. “Anyway, I know a lot about her and where she grew up, what she studied in college, what her favourite colour is, how she likes her eggs cooked. She’s been to one of my fights and probably cheered the loudest. I lost, but she was so supportive.”

“Like your number 1 fan,” his brother joked.

“Oh yes, definitely. But there’s something missing. I know her so well, she knows me so well, and we’re already comfortable around each other. But I feel like there’s a final missing puzzle piece and I can’t seem to put my finger on it. No matter how much I ask and learn, she’s still a mystery to me. I dunno, I just . . .” Ben trails off, staring off into the opening where a tree swung back and forth from the storm.

“But you deserve her, she hasn’t dumped you yet,” Redfly said.

Ben chuckled again. “Yeah . . . I watch her move around the house. How she walks, her body language when we talk, how she tenses up when something happens and calms down when I’m holding her.”

“Then what is it?”

“That’s the thing, I don’t know what it is. I just wanna-” Ben mimics tearing something open with his bare hands. “Dig deep into her head, you know? Study her mind like it’s an exam. I wanna know what she thinks about during the late hours, what bothers her when she acts different, what she really thinks about me, if she ever dreams about me, and if she pictures herself enjoying her time with me. I think I love her, and I’m sure I dream about spending the rest of my time with her. I know I’m sure of it.”

This time, no one tried to joke. It was a heartwarming and lightening feeling and they might have to give kudos to Ben for sharing his story. 

Ben smiled warmly, staring up at the clouds, already thinking about what to do as soon as he would return to America and hold Y/N in his arms again. 

Maybe next time, Ben leans back to get comfortable for the night.

I have so much more to learn about you, baby girl.

THE END.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

An Unspoken Rule Part Ten

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Notes: No notes? But I really wanna thank everyone that’s reblogged and left comments. They mean the world to me!! 

Warnings: None?

Summary: Layla was starting to get on my nerves. Between wedding planning (she seemed determined to get married as quickly as possible while handling as few of the logistics as possible) and with this recent campaign for me to be as dolled up as possible in case I meet someone I’m interested in, my patience was starting to wear thin.

“There’s someone we want you to meet!”

Layla looked way too excited to see me, had practically ripped William’s birthday gift out of my hands and shoved it into his as she led me further into their apartment. I’d figured she was planning on leading me into the living room, but she steered me farther down the hall, into the bathroom.

“And the person you want me to meet is... in here?” I asked, looking around the small space. Layla giggled, shaking her head.

“Don’t be ridiculous! I just thought you’d want to put on some eyeliner or lipstick or something.” My eyes narrowed at her as she began to rummage around in her makeup bag. I didn’t say anything, turning wordlessly on my heel in favor of going into the kitchen. She called after me, but I ignored it.

Layla was starting to get on my nerves. Between wedding planning (she seemed determined to get married as quickly as possible while handling as few of the logistics as possible) and with this recent campaign for me to be as dolled up as possible in case I meet someone I’m interested in, my patience was starting to wear thin.

Their small kitchen was cramped with both of the Miller brothers in it, as well their ex-captain, Tom Davis. I smiled, giving him a quick hug. I’d met him twice before; it was clear how much he cared for my boys, so he was good in my book.

“Beer?” Benny offered.

“Please,” I said. He passed on to me, accompanied with a kiss on the forehead. I smiled, reaching up and patting his cheek before I took a sip.

Benny stepped aside to reveal William leaning back against the counter. He must’ve been keeping an eye on Benny, and now that his brother had stepped aside, his eyes had landed on me. I gave him a small, tight smile.

“Did I get to say happy birthday? I don’t think I got to say it,” I said. He smiled, shaking his head.

“I think something came and swept you away.” I snorted, and he straightened. We met in the middle of the kitchen. I was careful as I hugged him not to let my beer tip one way another.

“Happy birthday,” I mumbled into his shoulder.

“Thanks,” he said quietly.

“William!” I leaned away at the sound of Layla’s half-yell from the hall.

“Duty calls,” I teased. He didn’t smile, just nodded and turned away from me to answer her. I frowned as I watched him go, unable to shake the uneasy feeling that Layla’s yell has left me with.

“This the letter-writer?” I heard. I turned my head to see an attractive man coming into the kitchen with Benny. Benny didn’t answer him, just nodded before he stole my beer and mouthed, ‘Sorry’ at me.

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“You know, you’re even more gorgeous than the guys said.”

I might’ve been more flattered if it wasn’t the third compliment Santiago had lobbed in my direction in the last half hour, and if he hadn’t been slinging them all night. I knew if I asked Will he’d tell me that his friend was averaging one every ten minutes.

Tom had managed to steer the conversation away from Santiago’s compliments every time, but the poor man seemed to be at a loss. And while I had appreciated his help, maybe I was feeling a little mean.

“You think I’m gorgeous?” I repeated, folding my arms on the picnic table and leaning in a little bit.

“I do,” Santiago said with such sincerity, and my lips twitched with a smile as he leaned in in turn.

“Do you think...” we were both still leaning in, and I felt the guy’s’ eyes on us, “that I’m gorgeous enough to be one of your informants?”

Santiago’s smile disappeared, and he leaned back, scowling as the guys howled with laughter. I got up, picking up my empty beer bottle and giving William’s shoulder a squeeze before heading inside.

I hadn’t been flirted with quite this heavily before; Santiago was relentless to the point where I found myself wondering if maybe Layla had paid him to lay it on so thick. I felt like she’d been watching me like a hawk all night, especially if I was anywhere near Will.

“So that’s what the guys told you about me, huh? Good to know.” I looked up to find that Santiago had followed me inside.

“Where does this go?” He asked, holding his own empty bottle up.

“You can give that to me.”

“Nah, you can just tell me, I’ve got it. I think you’ll find me very capable,” he said simply. I rolled my eyes before nodding to the recycle bin.

“You don’t like me very much, do you,” He said as he set the bottle down.

“I don’t know you well enough to pass that judgement.” Santiago nodded, crossing the kitchen. I expected him to walk out, but he passed me instead, heading to the sink and turning on the faucet.

“You don’t have to do that. I can grab those later,” I said, but he waved me off.

“You’ve been taking care of everyone all night. I don’t mind. ‘Sides, I hate a dirty kitchen.”

“That something you picked up from the service?” I asked. He shook his head.

“Something I got from my mom.” I watched him for a few moments before walking over to the fridge.

“You want another one?” I offered.

“Sure,” he smiled at me over his shoulder. I grabbed one for each of us and opened them before I walked back over to the sink, setting one down near him.

“Thanks,” he said. I nodded before pushing myself up onto the counter beside the sink. I heard a burst of laughter from the group outside and leaned into Santiago’s space a little, peering through the window. I couldn’t help myself smiling at the sight of Will grinning so wide.

We still talked on the phone every day; our schedules rarely matched up, and we’d leave one another voicemails. I’d never admit it, but I loved it; it was like we were still writing one another letters. He’d call me when he was on his way to work or the VA or to his parents’; I’d call him on lunch break at work, or while I was grading papers. Sometimes we’d manage to catch one another, and we’d talk for hours. I’d fallen asleep listening to him twice.

We never spoke about it when we saw one another in person; neither of us had mentioned it to Benny. I would’ve known if Will had, because I’d never hear the end of it. Benny still made fun of me for having a crush on Will back in the day. But part of me wondered if he’d mentioned it to Layla, and that was why she’d been so insistent about my dating again. 

“So, you and Benny, that ever happen?” Santiago asked. My brows rose and I leaned back against the cabinet.

“No.”

“What about you and Ironhead?” I shook my head.

“Nah. The guys didn’t tell you that we hadn’t?”

“They did, but they’re also very protective of you. Wouldn’t be surprised if they kept it quiet to defend your honor.” I rolled my eyes, mumbling,

“There isn’t much left to defend.”  

Santiago laughed loudly, and I smiled, unable to help it. It was a pleasant sound.

“So what about you and me, that ever gonna happen?” He asked as he shut the faucet off and dried his hands. I watched him for a moment. For the first time since I’d met him, his flirting seemed genuine instead of showy.

“... It’s being considered.”

Santiago picked his beer up, lightly clinking the neck of his against the neck of mine.

“I will take that.”

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“Look, I know that little crush of yours has reared its ugly head again. This could be so good for you,” Becca said, staring down at me. I didn’t answer, more focused on my breathing and maintaining a firm grip on the 75 pound straight bar I was using for chest presses. Becca had come to the gym with me and Benny that morning. I’d started going regularly with him as he began to train to fight again, and Becca had started to come with us as well, though I was starting to get the impression she was more interested in Benny than in fitness.

“And Santiago is... so cute. Hot, even.”

“Doing real well with this whole convincing thing, Beck,” I hissed out before replacing the bar in its cradle. I wilted, regaining control of my breathing. Becca leaned on the bar, folding her arms.

“Fine. How about this: Will is not interested. He’s never been into you, he treats you like a little sister. He still calls you ‘kid’, he’s engaged,” she listed, ticking the reasons off of her fingers.

“You two are never gonna happen. Ever. And you’re not fourteen anymore. He moved on with his life, it’s time for you to move on with yours.” I sat up, back to Becca. It hurt to hear, but deep down, I knew she was right. The idea of William had always been a long shot, because that was all it was: an idea. A childish, stupid idea.

“You good?” Benny asked, coming over to where me and Becca were. I nodded, getting up. I made to follow Benny to the next circuit, but Becca grasped my arm.

“If that was too harsh—“ She started. I stopped her, shaking my head.

“It was... perfect. And you’re right.” I smiled.

“Thanks, Becca.”

———

“I kinda figured you’d text me,” I said, putting the phone on speaker before setting it back atop a pile of papers I had left to grade.

“A little birdy told me that you prefer to talk on the phone,” Santiago said. I froze, eyeing the screen where Will’s name had popped up, trying to call me. I felt something heavy in my gut, and it took everything in me to decline the call.  Santiago’s, “Still there?” Reminded me that this wasn’t about William Miller.

“Yes! Yeah— Sorry, you caught me in the middle of grading.” We chatted for a little bit, about the weather, what had happened at school that day, the fact that Santiago had booked his flight to Colombia. 

“So how much longer are you gonna be in town?” I asked.

“Long enough to take you on a date,” was Santiago’s easy answer.

“You gonna come over and clean my kitchen?” I teased, and was surprised by the earnestness of his,

“If that’s what you want.”

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Tag list: @playbucky @calirindo

[foli-vora]

Note: ‘You Broke Me First’ opened the door to this filthy fucking mess. You only have yourselves to blame.

wicked games.

Collection summary: Your affair with Francisco Morales. How it started, how it’s going, and how it ends.

Pairings: Tom “Redfly” Davis x f!reader, Frankie “Catfish” Morales x marriedf!reader

*the one-shots in this collection are strictly 18+. Warnings are as noted on each separate fic.*

[fics aren’t uploaded in chronological order and can be read as stand alone one shots, but they all connect in the one universe]

↓ instalments—

→ the night we met.

coming soon.

→ jealousy, jealousy.

Frankie doesn’t take a new bit of information well.

→ you broke me first.

You broke Francisco Morales the second you laid your pretty little eyes on him, and he loved it. He’ll always come back for more, even if it shatters him each and every time.

[alternate ending to ‘you broke me first’]

→ everything i wanted.

coming soon.

→ i fall apart.

TEASER HERE

coming soon.

[charnelhouse]

Drabbles/Requests

Most works are NSFW and contain smut. 18+ only

Din Djarin Drabble/Request Masterlist

Rick Flag Drabble/Request Masterlist

Thor Odinson Masterlist

Duncan Idaho/F!Reader:

In the Stillness of Remembering

he tastes like the old gods

Gifts

Frankie Morales Masterlist

Santiago Pope Garcia/F!Reader:

Hunt

Daddy

Vampire

Geralt of Rivia/F!Reader:

Eyes

Party

Eddie Brock/Venom/F!Reader:

Homecoming

A Drink

Scare Maze

Wedding

Stress-Relief

Madripoor

Bucky Barnes/F!Reader:

Protection

What Happens in Dublin

Don’t Freak Out

Charlie Hunnam Character Drabble/Request Masterlist

Other Pedro Pascal Characters:

darlin' (Joel Miller x F!Reader)

Swan Song (Agent Whiskey x F!Reader)

Black Sheeps (Dave York x F!Reader)

Out of Sight (Thief!Pedro Pascal x F!Reader)

Other Characters:

my love is vengeance - (Battinson x F!Reader)

Sate - (Michael Myers x F!Reader)

Period  - (Michael Myers x F!Reader)

Girl Friend (Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader)

First Aid - (Franke Castle x F!Reader)

Bar Solutions - (Franke Castle x F!Reader)

Before - (Tom Redfly Davis x F!Reader)

Spider - (Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader)

God - (Billy Lee x F!Reader)

Belong (Yelena Belova & Reader, Bucky Barnes)

For Those You Love (Yelena Belova x F!Reader)

Stranded (Yelena x Harley Quinn x F!Reader)

Bar Daydream (Valkyrie x F!Reader. TF Poly Universe)

Tell Me (Valkyrie x F!Reader, Heimdall x Valkyrie)

Search (Loki x F!Reader)

Chainsaws and Parking Lots (Adrian Chase/Vigilante x F!Reader)

sugar pie, honey bunch - (Steve Kemp x F!Reader)

fix me up - (Tyler Rake x F!Reader)

Jake - (Hangman x Reader)

but you’re pretty when you’re mine (Daemon x Rhaenyra)

in the pit (Harwin Strong x Rhaenyra)