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A Bumpy Road {Frankie Morales x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 12.6k

Warnings: Fake marriages, mentions of emotional alienation/affairs, fighting, drunk driving, death, feelings, injuries, mentions of surgeries, confessions, oral sex, vaginal sex, mentions of family planning

Comments: In order to stay on his team and keep his toxic ex in-laws from gaining custody of his daughter, Frankie does something crazy. He marries you, his friend. You need insurance and he needs someone to care for his daughter, ignoring how he feels about you until he ends up hurt on his deployment.

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You have an idea, it’s outrageous, outlandish and completely insane but it might just actually work. You bite your lip nervously as Frankie paces in front of you, swiping his hands through his hair and it’s unusual to not hear the rasp of the shorter military high and tight he used to wear. Since being accepted into Delta, he had been allowed to grow his hair out past normal regulation, the need to look less like the soldier necessary for the ops he would be running. Unless he has to give up his entire career because of the three year old little girl currently napping in her room upstairs.

“How could they do this?” Frankie hisses, angry and frustrated. Scared that they actually could take his daughter from him, terrified they would. “They can’t do this. I just- I asked for help while I was deployed! Not to take her from me!” It had been a mistake to reach out, to talk about his upcoming deployment. The papers had been delivered by a court server today. He was being sued for full custody of his little girl by his late wife’s family.

Your mind races, trying to talk yourself out of the crazy idea but you can’t. It would work. Better yet, people who knew you would believe it. And Frankie could prove that he had care in place for his daughter, stability. The military would get off his back and his former in-laws would have no case. The bonus would be that you would have health insurance for the first time in years. “Frank.” You murmur quietly, following his frantic pacing. “Frankie!” You call louder, getting his attention this time as he stops mid-turn to look at you. “Marry me.”

His eyes widen, absorbing your words, and he thinks back on how damn long he’s been in love with you. It’s hard to think about but he nods, knowing that this is smart. You need your meds and the insurance will get them for you. He needs a caretaker for his daughter that isn’t his toxic former in-laws. “You’re a genius.” He declares and cups your cheek to kiss your forehead. “God, how - you are a goddamn angel, baby. That’s perfect. We can - we can get married before I deploy and then Ana can have someone - are you sure you want to take over caring for her? I know you babysit and when I’m away but - full time? It’s a lot of work.” He says, lowering his hands from your cheeks.

“I won’t lie and say that I’m not nervous.” You chuckle and melt at the soft, grateful expression in his warm eyes. “But she’s a good kid. And there’s the daycare, so I can still work.” The more you think about it, the more that you know it’s the right thing to do. “Ana loves me, and I know you don’t want to lose her or give up your spot on the team. The boys need you.” The fact that you have very strong feelings for Frankie doesn’t need to factor into this. “I say we get married quickly so you can let your in-laws know that it’s a losing case.”

Frankie can’t believe you’ve agreed to do this and he knows he will owe you for the rest of his life. He can’t lose his daughter but he also can’t leave his friends, his brothers, to go into danger without him. “I want you to pick a dress. I’ll pay for everything. Rings too. I- I want it to be us and Ana. No one else. She loves you already and I- are you sure you want to do this?” He asks, reaching for your hands to squeeze them.

“It’s not completely altruistic.” You remind him, knowing that he is aware of your need for health insurance. “I want to do this. I know we need to take care of things, power of attorney and things like that, but I want to help you, Francisco.” You promise quietly, imagining a small courthouse wedding with the handsome soldier. “I wouldn’t have suggested it if I wasn’t sure. We’re friends. It’ll be easy.”

Frankie nods, knowing you know him inside out, even the dark things he hides from the outside world. The dark sins he has committed. He leans in to kiss your forehead, “I think so too, I- I can’t believe I’m saying this but - but I can’t wait to marry you.” He smiles as he pulls back. You are his best friend and as much as he tries to deny it, he’s in love with you. He knows you’re better off in the dark on that particular sin. It wouldn’t benefit you to know that. His late wife knew and that’s what killed her.

****

“Janet, please. Just calm down, sweetheart.” Frankie pleads, following his wife down the hall. Ana is crying, woken up by the screaming, and Frankie is desperate to deny what Janet is accusing him of.

“You’re fucking in love with her! Just say it. I- you didn’t love me. Did you? It’s always been her.” Janet screams down the hall and Frankie shakes his head, unable to answer. When Janet got pregnant, he was just about to be called up for a deployment and he knew he had to do the right thing and marry her. He loved her, he did. In his own way. He can’t love her like he does you, though. You are the sun, the moon, the stars. Everything to him. He had done the right thing and married Janet but she was never you. When Ana came along, she became his world and he stayed for her, fought for her.

When Frankie doesn’t answer again, Janet shakes her head. “I knew it. You bastard! You shouldn’t - you shouldn’t have married me. It’s over Frank. It’s done. I- fuck. I gotta - I gotta go.” Janet says, rushing towards the front door.

“Wait. Don’t. You can’t fucking drive. You’ve had three glasses of wine.” Frankie growls, having long accepted that his wife became an alcoholic in his absence, drinking when the nights were lonely and Ana wouldn’t stop crying. He didn’t realize it until he came home from that first tour.

“I’m fucking leaving otherwise if I stay in this house, I’m gonna kill Ana.” She threatens and Frankie growls, grabbing her purse.

“You fucking - threatening the life of our daughter? You- I know you’re hurt but you’re a - get the fuck out. Go kill yourself on the goddamn road for all I care.” He growls, shoving her purse at her. She doesn’t say a word as she leaves and Frankie watches her drive down the street.

Little did he know that he’d be getting a call an hour later to tell him that his wife had died in an accident, driven into a tree. He was upset, mostly for Ana, for the mother she’d never get to have. Janet looked after her well-being but was never affectionate or caring. Now she has no mother at all. “I’ll be right there.” He promises the cop and the next number he dials is yours. “Hey. Yeah, um, I know it’s late but can you come over? I need someone to watch Ana for me. I’ll explain when you get here.” He says and hangs up after you agree. His wife just died but his heart still beats at the sound of your voice. He’s committed many sins but tonight might just be the worst of all.

****

“You don’t need to be nervous.” You remind yourself as you look in the mirror, hands trembling as you lean towards the glass and smudge a little more of your eyeliner into place. “It’s Frankie, he’s not- he doesn’t actually love you.” That stings more than you thought it would as you wear the white tea dress you had picked out to get married in. Feeling like a bride and yet not one all at the same time. It’s going to be just ten minutes before Frankie will be here to drive you to the courthouse to exchange vows. The marriage certificate is ready to be signed by the magistrate that will officially declare you Mrs. Francisco Javier Morales. The knock on the door startles you, and you look towards it before glancing back in the mirror. “It’s time.”

When you answer the door, Frankie’s breath is taken away from him. You look devastatingly beautiful. “You look so pwetty.” Ana grins up at you and you look at her in her little white flower girl dress that is similar to yours, her hair done in what looks like an attempt to style it by Frankie.

“She’s right. You look - you look incredible.” He says, his dark eyes meeting yours and he offers you a boyish grin.

Frankie is wearing his uniform, you had asked him to but it’s impossible to think of anything but how handsome he is wearing his medals. “Not nearly as incredible as you.” You reach out and your finger strokes his jaw. “You shaved.” Your finger grazes his lip and you pull back, aware that if you keep touching him, you will want to kiss him for real. “Every single woman in town is pissed at me today.” You promise.

Frankie suppresses the shiver that runs through him at the way you caress his face and he knows it’s going to be hard not confessing how he feels. He knows you only think of him as a dear friend and even if, by some miracle, you didn’t, you wouldn’t be able to look past his sins. He’s not good enough for you. He blushes and clears his throat, “alongside every man.” He counters and Ana tugs on your hand, “daddy got me petals.” She holds up the basket that she insisted Frankie get her. She had heard about flower girls from her friends in pre-school and she insisted Frankie let her throw the petals down before you walk down the aisle. “I know it’s only a courthouse wedding but Ana wanted to make it special.”

“Thank you, Ana.” You bend down to look the little girl in the eyes, knowing how excited that she is. For her, this is exciting and fun, something that she will play with her friends the next time she sees them in school. “You are the prettiest little flower girl I have ever seen.” You promise, making her smile and you reach out to cup her little cheek. “Now I know your daddy talked to you about it, but how would you like me to come stay with you and daddy? Help him make breakfast and do your hair? Would you like that?”

Ana nods, her eyes wide, “yes! Daddy never gets my hair right.” She says with a pout, “are you my new mommy?” She asks and Frankie had spoken to her about this. How you were going to come live with them, how you were going to be his new friend and that her mommy was still with her. He hates how selfish Janet was to drink and drive and the guilt he felt when she died after he all but forced her into the car, but there was something in her eyes. He’s seen that look before. She would’ve hurt Ana and he couldn’t allow that to happen.

“I-” You frown slightly, unsure of what to say to the young girl. “I would like to be your friend. A good friend. But I also don’t want you to feel like I am trying to become your mommy unless you would like that.” It might be a little more than a three year old understands, but you don’t want her to feel like she has to forget Janet.

Frankie kneels beside his daughter, “your mommy is your angel, remember? She’s gonna look after you.” Frankie smiles and says your name, “she’s gonna be your friend when daddy is gone fighting the bad guys, okay? You are safe with her and she loves you as much as daddy does.” Frankie knows his job is much more complicated than good guys and bad guys but it’s how he can explain to a three year old that he’s gonna be gone for so long. He hates missing huge parts of her life but he can’t let his team down.

“Okay daddy.” She hands him the basket and steps closer to wrap her small arms around your neck.

You smile at the two of them together and you know that you are doing the right thing. You are giving Frankie the opportunity to keep his daughter here with him so he can come home to her when he can. “Are you ready to go throw the petals down, sweetheart?” You ask softly. “I bet daddy will take us out for ice cream after.”

Ana grins and nods, squealing “lets go!”

Frankie chuckles and stands up, holding his hand out to his daughter and he winks at you, “lets go get hitched, baby.” You smile and he holds his arm out to you, guiding his girls to his truck.

****

Ana beams as she tosses the flowers on the floor, Frankie would say in heaps more than scattered but he chuckles and she comes to stand beside him. When you walk down the small aisle, Frankie exhales shakily, his heart pounding and he’s certain you can tell he’s sweating. When you stand in front of him, you beckon Ana to stand between you and Frankie knows he’s made the right choice for his daughter. It’s always been you.

The magistrates ceremony is brief and you barely remember any of it, grinning like an idiot as you stand there with Frankie, imagining if this were actually real. “Do you take this man to be your lawful wedded husband?” He asks, making you swallow harshly before you squeeze his hands. “I do.” You promise clearly.

Frankie nearly yells “I do” but manages to control himself, staring into your eyes as the officiant declares you husband and wife. “You may now kiss the bride.” Frankie knows this could be the only chance he gets to kiss you so he leans in to cup your cheek, pressing his lips to yours and he is firm but not demanding. It’s not brief but it doesn’t drag, despite Frankie wanting to pull you against him and slide his tongue into your mouth. This is an agreement between friends and nothing more. He pulls back and smiles, looking down at Ana between you who looks happy. This feels right. After signing the marriage certificate, Frankie takes your hand to guide you and Ana back to his truck. “I - I hope you don’t mind…it was supposed to be a surprise but the guys put together some food and drinks at Tom and Molly’s.

“Really?” Your mouth drops open in shock and you smile when he nods. “Oh my god, that’s so sweet.” You gush before you frown. “Wait.” Twisting in your seat, you watch as Frankie buckles Ana into her car seat. “Do they- uh, know what the situation is?” You ask softly, unsure of what you can say around them.

Frankie shakes his head. “No.” He finishes pulling the strap up Ana’s chest and looks over at you. “I wanted them to be able to truthfully say they believe it is real.” He explains, making you nod in understanding. There’s the possibility that Frankie’s in-laws could still come for custody or challenge the validity of the marriage and it’s better if everyone thought this was real. “Got it. Happy newlyweds.”

Frankie is grateful that you’re going along with this. He knows it benefits you too but it’s a lot to ask, to pretend to be married to him. The drive to Tom’s house is quiet and when you knock on the front door, Molly opens it with a “congratulations!” You grin and Frankie holds your hand and Ana’s as he walks inside. All of his team are there, several of your mutual friends, and Frankie is blushing when they shout “congratulations.”

“Hot damn!” Benny bellows, making you automatically grin as the younger Miller brother bounds into view. “Fish got married! You son of a bitch, you hid it from us!” He tackles Frankie in a bear hug while Molly pulls you in for a hug. “What? Afraid she’d see me in my dress uniform and run off with me?” Ben teases, pulling back to grin at his friend before he scoops you up in a hug. “She wouldn’t have done that? Would you, sweetheart? You’ve been in love with ole Fish for years.” Benny teases.

Frankie picks Ana up, not wanting her to be excluded and he tries to ignore the comment, aware that people have thought you and him have been in love with each other for years. It’s true on his side but he doesn’t fool himself into thinking you love him as more than a friend. “Shut up Benny, my wife has good taste.” He jokes and Pope walks over.

“Couldn’t pick a best man so you decided to do it solo?” Pope jokes and Frankie gives him a one armed hug.

“Uncle Pope!” Ana cheers as Santi takes her into his arms, “hey chiquita.” He kisses the cheek of his goddaughter.

Frankie smiles, turning towards Will. “You finally did it, huh? You convinced her to marry you, you son of a bitch.” He chuckles and Frankie hugs his friend.

“Guess so.” He grins as you greet your friends and they admire the ring Frankie had bought you. He had spent quite a bit of money on it, wanting to make something about this situation real.

The party is fantastic but after a few hours you are ready to leave. Not because anyone is rude, but the jokes about you being pregnant before Frankie leaves for deployment and giving Ana a sibling just curl in your stomach. Knowing that you are never going to have that with your husband because he didn’t marry you for love. He married you for Ana and to fight off his in-laws. With the little girl passed out against her father’s shoulder, you use that as an excuse. “We need to get her home. Today was a big day for her.” You tell Molly when she offers to keep Ana overnight so you and Frankie can have some time alone. “I think we will settle in better if she’s there with us.”

Frankie nods, aware that he won’t be getting a wedding night. He’s not that stupid. He would never ever ask it of you. “She’s right. I want Ana to feel settled since we are leaving soon.” He says and rubs your back with his free hand. “Let’s go, sweetheart.” He murmurs and he keeps Ana in his arms while he says goodbye to his friends, knowing he will see them soon.

In his truck, you look over after he’s pulled away from Tom and Molly’s. “We didn’t discuss sleeping arrangements.” You realize, rolling your eyes at yourself. “I can stay at my apartment until you leave, but I would rather Ana get used to me being there.” You admit. “Or I can stay in the guest room if you prefer? When Ana notices that we aren’t sleeping in the same bed, you can say that you don’t sleep well beside me? Or….” you bite your lip, imagining curling up next to him. “We are both adults. We can sleep next to each other, right? You have a king sized bed.”

“We can share a bed. We are adults. Not like we haven’t before.” He reminds you of when he used to get drunk and end up in your tiny one bed apartment, seeking solace and a late meal after a night out with the boys. “Besides, I think it would be best if Ana thinks this is real. I want her to think that this is real so she is happy with you. Not that I don’t think you’re not - you know what I’m saying, right?” He asks as he drives to his house.

“I know what you mean.” Reaching out, you pat his hand and give him a smile when he looks over at you. “It’s a good thing we’ve started carting some of my things over, right?” You have every intention of selling most of your things, since Frankie’s is already established and your furniture holds no sentimental attachment for you. “We can go get my ID and everything tomorrow. Get me set up in the system as your wife?”

Frankie nods, “yeah. We will sort everything out tomorrow.” His heart pounds in his chest at hearing you call yourself his wife and he swallows harshly, knowing that nothing can be done. For your sake and Ana’s. He can’t fuck this up by letting his feelings get involved. He sighs and pulls into his driveway, killing the engine and he’s careful as he takes Ana out of her car seat.

As Frankie takes Ana to lay her down, you take the bag that Frankie had brought over into the master bathroom so you can change out of your wedding dress into some comfortable pajamas. They aren’t fancy or sexy but you had bought some new, cute sleeping clothes since you would be sharing a house with Frankie. Washing the makeup off and taking your hair out of the careful style you had put it in for the ceremony. Looking more like your normal self when you open the door to find your new husband in the bedroom you will share.

Frankie is carefully hanging up his uniform when he sees you and his heart clenches at how fucking beautiful you look. He feels guilty that he’s got you in this situation, in a marriage of convenience when you deserve all the love in the world. He strips down to his boxers, pulling a plain shirt out to pull on. “You want some water?” He asks, clearing his throat and you nod so he ventures into the kitchen, exhaling shakily to force himself to calm down. This isn’t a real wedding night. “Here you go, sweetheart.” He says and hands you the glass.

“Thank you.” You sit on the end of the bed and take a sip of the water, trying to calm your nerves and you sigh. “I know that this is- that we aren’t actually together, but I want you to know that I’m not going to embarrass you while you are deployed.” You tell him. It's been a long time since you’ve dated but just because you aren’t really Frankie’s wife in all senses doesn’t mean you are going to mess around with anyone. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

Frankie comes to sit down beside you, reaching for your hand. “I- I know this isn’t easy but if you do meet someone…you need to tell me and we end this. I shouldn’t - I don’t want to get in the way of the rest of your life. I love you - for - for doing this for me, and I will never be able to repay you. You’ve helped me keep Ana and I’ll forever be in your debt. I can’t - I can’t hold you back if you find someone and want to live your own life.” It kills him to say it, hating the thought of you with anyone else but he can’t be selfish, not when you’ve done so much for him.

It’s hard not to immediately assure him that you would never meet anyone else. Not when you are in love with him and no one has ever stood up against Frankie in your heart. Instead, you nod. “And I want you to do the same thing. You deserve to be happy, Frankie and when you meet someone that does that for you….” You give him a weak smile and go for a joke. “It will be the easiest divorce in the history of divorces.”

Frankie chuckles softly, his heart sinking but he ignores that and leans in to kiss your cheek. “Let’s get some sleep. It’s been a long day and I know Ana will be waking us up with excitement to have our first day together. I want to do as much as I can with her before I leave. Tomorrow, let’s go get you in the system and go for breakfast.” He says and lets go of your hand so he can slide under the covers.

Frankie has his side of the bed established, so you climb in on the other side. Knowing that you don’t mind it and you are thankful that his bed is comfortable. “It was a good wedding, Frankie.” You murmur as you lay down beside him. “Thank you. For not thinking that I was crazy.” You grin at him, knowing that he is also thankful you are willing to do this. “Goodnight hubby.”

“Goodnight wifey.” Frankie chuckles, leaning over to turn the lamp off and you curl up, falling asleep pretty quickly. He doesn’t. Staying awake and listening to your soft snores, murmurs, and breathing. His heart aches for you, to curl around you and breathe you in. He can’t ruin this. You don’t feel the same way, you want the insurance and to help him out. It takes a while but eventually he falls asleep, unaware that he had ended up doing the thing he was trying to avoid: curling around you.

Waking up in Frankie’s arms is a special kind of hell. Because you know that this is only because he’s asleep and not because he’s decided that he wants you in the middle of the night. Even if the very prominent hardness pressed against your ass makes you want to pretend that he does. The good thing is that Frankie is a heavy sleeper when he’s home so you manage to wiggle away from him before you wake him up. “Morning.” You huff when he starts to stir. “I have to pee, go back to sleep.” You urge softly.

He grumbles, hugging the pillow you were sleeping on, inhaling your scent from it, and he falls asleep again, wanting to make the most of this time at home. When you walk into the kitchen, you decide to get a start on making some coffee and eventually, Frankie wakes up, rolling onto his back and willing his morning wood to disappear. When the mental attempt is fruitless, he gets into the shower. Groaning as he wraps his hand around his cock, he remembers the dream he was having of you underneath him, celebrating your wedding night for real.

In the kitchen, you are reminding yourself that Frankie is just a man who wakes up with a hardon. It doesn’t mean that he wants to throw you up on the counter and fuck you. Deciding that you will make a small breakfast for Ana, giving Frankie some space and allowing you to cool down.

“Fuck. Oh fuck.” Frankie groans, jerking himself as his cum paints the shower wall. He’s lost track of how many times he’s imagined fucking you while in this shower. After cleaning off the shower and himself, Frankie brushes his teeth and shaves, getting dressed just in time for you to finish Ana’s breakfast. “Thank you for doing that.” Frankie says and fixes himself a cup of coffee after he sees you already have a cup.

“Of course.” Ana squawks over the baby monitor, obviously just waking up and you smile. “Do you want to get her or do you want me to start getting into a routine?” You ask, before you answer your own question. “Let me get her. I’ll be right back.”

Frankie watches you go, sipping his coffee and smiling as he listens to Ana sleepily say good morning on the monitor before she realizes you’re still there and she is excited, telling you how she wants to make cupcakes and show you all her dolls. It makes Frankie feel comforted that his little girl will be looked after while he’s gone. “Morning baby girl.” He greets her when she walks into the kitchen, eyes still sleepy and he picks her up to kiss her cheek.

“Daddy. I want pancakes.” She demands and Frankie chuckles, “we will get pancakes later baby.” He says your name, “she made you some eggs for now.”

Ana frowns slightly and shakes her little head. “I no want eggs.” She pouts, crossing her arms and you try not to smile at the ferocious little look on her face.

“Oh, well..” you sigh softly, “I guess you don’t have to eat the eggs. Even though they give you lots of energy to play.” You tell her softly. “Especially since this is just supposed to be first breakfast.”

“First breakfast?” She pipes up and Frankie nods, “yeah. Pancakes are second breakfast. But only if you eat the first breakfast. You wanna show off all your dolls, right baby girl? You gotta have energy to do that and eggs give you that.” Frankie explains to his daughter who lowers her arms.

“With ketchup.” She insists, walking over to you.

Laughing, you turn back towards the refrigerator. “Eggs with ketchup, got it.” You don’t miss the way Frankie winces and you wonder if it’s something that she had learned from Janet. Frankie’s first wife had never hidden the fact that she hadn’t liked you, so you had tried to give her the distance she wanted, though you weren’t going to stop being friends with the guys or Frankie for her. “After you eat, I’ll help you get dressed and we will do your hair, how does that sound?”

Frankie is reminded of Janet, who he used to make fun of for having eggs with ketchup and she used to make it for Ana when she started eating solids. “Can I have braids?” She asks, wanting to have her hair different from the styles Frankie just about manages to put together. “Of course, sweetheart.” You say and Frankie smiles as he watches Ana hug your leg.

Breakfast goes easy for Ana and you leave Frankie to clean up the kitchen while you and Ana go to get ready. The young girl sitting extremely still for a three year old, excited for her braids. You don’t blame her. The dolly she had introduced you two had braids and she wanted to look like her. Making her gasp in the mirror when she looks at her reflection.

When Ana comes out, squealing happily about her braids, Frankie ooohs and awws and tells her how pretty she looks. He winks at you, “you did a good job, baby.” He says and he doesn’t even think about the nickname he calls you and Ana admires the braids. “You wanna get ready and I’ll entertain the little lady?” Frankie suggests.

“Thanks.” You nod and try not to take his nickname to heart. It’s just practice for when you are in public and around others. “I’ll try not to be too long,” you promise, turning and heading towards the bedroom where your bag is. You need to shower and plan on doing just basic makeup for your ID photo.

****

Frankie glances over at you while he drives, admiring your profile in the sun and his gaze drops down to his ring on your finger. It makes his heart twist that he didn’t propose to you properly but again, he’s reminded that this isn’t real. “You got everything?” He asks while looking in the mirror at Ana who is admiring her Barbie.

“Social security, birth certificate, marriage certificate, driver’s license.” You go through all your documents and grin. “Yep. Although now I need to change all of that too. To reflect the last name Morales.” Your stomach twists pleasantly and you remind yourself that you are a Morales in name only. “Plus a passport change. That’s the one I dread.”

“It’ll be fine. You’ll have the insurance soon. Do you have enough meds to last?” He asks, knowing you have been halving the dose and he hates that, seeing how it has taken a toll on you. You aren’t your usual self and he wants to see you’re okay before he leaves.

“Yes.” You bite your lip and reach for his hand on the gear shifter. “Thank you Frankie. This is- I am grateful. I hated choosing between my medications and eating sometimes.” You hate how expensive it is to live when you don’t have health insurance and your job does not provide employer insurance since you are technically a contractor.

Frankie exhales, hating that you have to even choose. “Fucking country.” He huffs under his breath, knowing that he fights for freedom but those freedoms don’t allow you to have what you need when you desperately need it. He pulls into the parking lot of the administration building and comes around to open your door, helping you out before he moves to unbuckle Ana.

“Thank you.” You feel your cheeks heat up from Frankie’s attention to manners. You grab the diaper bag just in case and the three of you make your way to the first office to have you officially added to Frankie’s record as his wife and dependent. You will have to memorize his social security number because that is how they will give you the services you need from now on.

Frankie remembers adding Janet to his file when she was newly pregnant before he was first deployed and he squeezes your hand as you walk out, officially added as his dependent. He will call his lawyer later to tell them about the wedding so he can get Janet’s parents to drop their custody case. For now, he’s going to take his family to breakfast.

****

“Silly daddy!” Ana giggles when he puts the empty glass to his eye and pretends to look at her through it. Pancakes eaten and bellies full, he hasn’t been this happy in a long time, glancing at you when he lowers the glass from his face.

Frankie is such a good father and it makes your heart pound. Imagining that you are a real family and wishing that you could be looking forward to giving Ana a little brother or sister. “Daddy is silly.” You tease, sending him a smile.

He chuckles, reaching for your hand so he can caress the ring with his thumb. “Daddy is silly!” Ana giggles and leans into Frankie’s side. He cuddles her with his free arm, knowing it’s going to be hard to leave but he has to, he can’t abandon his brothers.

****

“Is she asleep?” You ask as Frankie walks into the kitchen.

“Out like a light.” He tells you and groans in appreciation when you hand him the bottle of beer. He leaves in a few days and tomorrow he begins to prep for his departure. He has one last night to spend with you in relaxation.

“You wanna finish that show?” You ask and he nods, watching you dish up the pasta that you’ve been cooking after giving Ana her simple buttered noodles earlier.

“Sure baby.” The nickname comes naturally now and it slips off of his tongue without thought.

Your evenings have been so natural, perfect together. The friendship between the two of you had made it easy to be around each other and the only thing that you are struggling with is to not try to jump Frankie. He’s so sexy, especially when he comes home in his uniform. Waiting until he’s asleep to touch yourself while you are laying next to him at night or using your toy in the shower before Ana gets up is the only relief that you are getting. Bringing the pasta over to the couch, you sit down beside him and hand him his bowl. “Hopefully we figure out if they are going to get together this episode. I don’t want to wait until next season to find out.”

“Probably not. It’s the waiting that makes the end result sweeter, don’t you think?” He asks, thanking you for the food and he hits play on the show. “Fuck, this is good.” He groans after swallowing the first bite. You are a damn good cook and he is going to miss your food when he’s got MREs on the menu. You eat in companionable silence, it’s comfortable and he loves that he can just be himself around you. Janet’s parents were furious to hear Frankie had married you, having heard from their daughter about how she thought he loved you more than her. Still, they didn’t have a case anymore so it was dropped

“Oh, I hope you don’t mind.” You start as you turn towards him. “I told Ana that we will drop you off together. She wants to see you off and I couldn’t say no. I think it will help her understand why daddy has to be gone for a long time.” You know this will be the first deployment that she will remember and you want it to be as good as it can for her. “I also got you one of those recordable books. You know? The ones that we saw in the toy store? That way you can read her bedtime story anytime she’s missing daddy.”

Frankie swears he falls in love with you even more in that moment. Watching you with his daughter, how caring you are, how much you love her, it makes him want to stay and just spend the rest of his life with you, not missing a moment. When you were in the kitchen baking cookies with Ana last weekend, he imagined you pregnant with his child and it’s almost too easy to envision. “Yeah? That’s a great idea. I’ll do that tomorrow when she’s napping. I-I’m worried that she’s gonna forget all about me.” He admits his deepest fear, knowing he could potentially leave his daughter an orphan if he were to die on this deployment. It keeps him awake at night.

“I’m not going to let that happen.” You promise him softly, reaching over and taking his hand. “You have your will set up, you know I will make sure that if something happens, she knows all about her wonderful father, Francisco Morales.” You bite your lip. “Maybe you can record some videos for her? Send them to my phone to show her when she’s needing to see your face?” You know that video chatting will be sparse, sometimes impossible, but you want to make sure that she remembers him. “And we are going to be making you care packages.”

He smiles, unshed tears stinging in his eyes as he squeezes your hand. “You are amazing. I- I know this is - this is hard but I want you to know that I love you. You’re my best friend and I couldn’t do any of this without you.” He admits, “I owe you everything, baby.” He blinks and a tear escapes, allowing himself a moment of vulnerability, knowing that you’d never think of him as weak or not enough. He trusts you implicitly.

Your heart aches because you know that he doesn’t mean ‘love’ like you wish that he would. Still, you swallow down your feelings and lean over to kiss his cheek. “I love you too, Frankie.” You promise him quietly. You do, you love him with everything that you are and you always will. “I promise you that I will hold down the fort until you can get back home.”

****

It’s early and Frankie knows Ana is sleepy but she insists she comes to say goodbye to her daddy. The enormous hangar is full of families saying goodbye to their soldiers, some for the first time, others are well practiced in this. Frankie adjusts his pack over his shoulder when he sees his team. Tom saying goodbye to Molly and the girls, Will and Benny saying goodbye to their mom. Pope saying goodbye to his current girlfriend. “Come here, baby girl.” Frankie says, bending down to pick Ana up after setting his pack down once he’s standing with the team, not wanting to tear up in case it upsets his daughter more than it should.

“Daddy, I don’t want you to go.” Ana sniffles and you reach over to rub her little back. She had been very brave while Frankie was packing and had even stuffed a picture she had drawn for him in one of the pockets. “I want you to stay with mommy and me.”

Frankie has mixed feelings, so happy that Ana is comfortable enough to call you mommy but he’s sad that she doesn’t remember Janet. As much as he resented her mother for what she became, he wants Ana to know her mother. Your eyes widen slightly and he knows he will email you to discuss this when he can. Now isn’t the time or place. “I know, baby girl.” He kisses her hair, “but I can’t stay. I gotta go fight bad guys, remember? You’ll be safe here with mommy and I promise you, I’ll come home as soon as I can. I will call you as many times as I can. I love you. So much.” He chokes a little and swallows the lump in his throat.

You know that it’s important for you to kiss Frankie goodbye, everyone around would expect it. You lean in and kiss his cheek. “I’m going to miss you. We are going to miss you. Take care of yourself please.” You beg him quietly. “Come home to us.”

Frankie doesn’t know if he will come back and he nudges his nose against yours, “I- can I kiss you goodbye? Properly?” He asks, knowing it’s important for him to show you are his wife to anyone watching. You nod, unable to speak, and he cups your cheek, pressing his lips against yours. It’s brief but he tries to pour as much into it as possible. Ana clings to him as he nudges his nose against yours again before he pulls back. “I’m going to miss you, baby.” He tells you, adjusting Ana on his hip and he gets the minute warning to say goodbye.

Taking Ana, both you and she give Frankie a tearful goodbye, another fierce hug before he is walking away. His daughter is clinging to you as you both wave frantically as he boards a bus to take them to the plane. “Okay, baby girl.” You murmur softly, stroking her back as the little girl tucks her face against your neck. “We’re going to be okay. We’ll talk to daddy soon.”

Frankie looks back at you before he boards the bus. Walking away is the hardest thing he has to do but he does it because he cannot turn back. He has to be there with his team. With a sigh, he steps onto the bus and takes a seat, unable to tear his eyes away from you and Ana as the bus pulls away. Pope slaps his shoulder, “they will be okay, hermano.” He promises and Frankie silently prays he’s right.

****

“Hello?” You quickly answer the phone, hoping that it is Frankie, letting you know that he’s gotten to his base overseas. “Frank, is that you?” You fumble for the light beside the bed and sit up. It’s late, or early but you don’t care. Ana groans next to you, having slept in the same bed for the last couple of nights since Frankie had left. “Hello?”

“Hey baby.” Frankie smiles against the phone when he hears your voice. He’s aware of how late it is there but he wants to hear your voice. He’s going to his op brief in the morning, diving straight into it, and he doesn’t know how long he will be dark for.

“Hey.” You reply sleepily and Frankie’s heart twists, remembering how you’d curl into his chest during the night.

“Just wanted to let you know I’m safe. Fucking cold here right now. How are you? How’s Ana?”

“She’s good.” You look over at his spot to see his daughter sprawled across his pillow and taking up even more room than he does if that's possible. “She’s sleeping in your spot. Wanted to cuddle daddy’s pillow.” You murmur quietly so you don’t disturb her. “I won’t let her get used to it, but she needs some comfort right now.”

“I miss her already. So much. I, uh, I want you to give her the bear tomorrow.” He says. He’d gone to the mall to Build A Bear and recorded his voice, telling Ana how much he loves her, and he wants her to have it now that he’s gone. The bear is wearing a uniform like daddy does. “How are you doing? I know it’s a lot to look after her alone.”

“Taking it one day at a time, baby.” You tell him. Thank god for her pre-school, allowing for you to work without having to entertain her. “Molly promised to come over and help out, we will get along just fine.” Reaching over, you pull up her covers and smile when she frowns just like Frankie does. “The bear will be the first thing she sees when she wakes up, I promise.”

“Good. I- I’m heading out any day now. Not sure when, but I’ll be dark for a while until we come back to base. I- I don’t know what’s gonna happen out there but I want you to know that you and Ana mean everything to me.” He confesses, wanting to leave you with that as his time is nearly up.

“We’ll be waiting to hear from you and putting together your first care package.” You hate how your stomach twists but you put on a brave front for him.

“Sounds good. I gotta go now, sweetheart. I- I’ll talk to you soon.” He promises, aware of how much he wants to say to you but he can’t. He has to stay strong and not drag you into his stupid emotions. “Bye Frankie.” You murmur and he smiles, “bye baby.” He says and hangs up, closing his eyes and he knows this is going to be harder than ever.

You knew that this wasn’t going to be easy. Living in his house, raising his daughter. But it has moments where you can’t imagine anything else. Packing up care packages with his favorite things inside for him to have a bit of home and shipping them off faithfully. Living with your phone nearby at all times, because you don’t want to miss his calls. They are few and far between, but emails are regular, making you create a file folder to keep them all in. It’s been three months and you are finally settled into being Frankie’s dependent.

Frankie devours every email, every photo, every damn video you send of Ana. He wishes you’d include photos of you - not sexual, he just misses your smile. “Baby girl, daddy misses you.” He tells Ana on the video chat, back on base after a few hard hitting missions and he’s glad to see his daughter’s face. “Mommy. Give daddy a kiss!” Ana demands, having been kissing the phone to Frankie herself making his heart yearn for his family.

“Hey!” You light up when you see Frankie on the screen. Your hand automatically goes to your hair. You haven’t done it and you are wearing leggings and one of his t-shirts while you clean. Not your best look. “It’s good to see you, baby. How are you?” You think he looks tired but you don’t want to say that. You know he’s been out of communication so he’s been outside the wire.

God, you’re gorgeous. Frankie inhales sharply and bites his lip, “I’m good. Exhausted. We think we are gonna be sent out again. It’s - it’s rough.” He admits, running his hand through his hair. He realizes you are wearing his shirt and his cock twitches, knowing he’s gonna imagine you wearing just that when he goes to shower. “I miss you.” Frankie says softly.

“I miss you too.” Admitting that is easy. You miss your friend. The man you have fallen in love with. “Ana has a playdate on Saturday. We are going to Chuck E Cheese with one of the little girls from her preschool and her mom. Her dad is on the deployment with you.” You ramble, filling him in on all the small things about the time he’s been out of communication. “And we started a countdown for your tentative return.” You grin and angle the camera towards the calendar, showing where you’ve been marking off days.

Frankie hates that you’re waiting on him but he loves it at the same time, having a family to come home to. It keeps him going. It allows him to put his entire being into making sure he flies the team out of danger. It motivates him. “Hopefully I won’t be a day late coming back to you.” He says, asking you how your work is. Menial conversation but it means the world to him, he loves how simple it is to hear about your day but compared to the horrors he sees, he appreciates it.

You know that the call will have to end soon. Plenty of others want to talk to their loved ones. “We are planning on mailing you another package since Benny ate all your Oreos.” You laugh. “I put in a package for him so he doesn’t steal yours .”

Frankie grins, “thanks baby. I could’ve killed him when he bragged about stealing my cookies with the goddamn crumbs in his teeth.” Frankie shakes his head and Ana rushes up to the phone. “Daddy! Mommy got me a Barbie!” She holds her new doll up and Frankie admires it, reminded of how good you are with her. He’s not sure what will happen in the long run. When you meet someone and want to divorce. It will kill him but he will do it. “Okay my loves. I gotta go. Ana, sweetheart, I love you.” He says and she blows him a kiss, “love you daddy.” He looks at you, “I love you too. I’ll call when I can.” He promises and you nod, “bye Frank.” You blow him a kiss and he knows he will be thinking of that all afternoon.

****

“Coming!” Drying your hands on a dish towel, you rush towards the door, wondering who it can be. Maybe Molly, she had said she would drop by. Your friendly smile freezes the second that you open the door and see uniforms. Heart sinking, you feel like you’re going to be sick. You’ve seen this scene in a movie way too many times. “No-“ you gasp out, making the one with the silver leaf on his lapels remove his hat- or cover as Frankie called it.

“Mrs. Morales?” You can’t breathe, you can’t speak as you imagine the next words, praying that you are finding yourself in the middle of a nightmare. “I am sorry to report that your husband has been injured in combat. He was shot multiple times and is currently being flown to Germany. You are his medical power of attorney and we need you to consent to surgery for when he arrives.” His words almost sound like you’re underwater. “Mrs. Morales, do you understand?” He asks you with a frown.

You blink stupidly at him for several moments before his words sink in. “He’s alive?” You whisper, reaching out for his arm desperately. “Frankie’s alive? Yes, yes whatever they need.” You rush out, tears streaming down your face. “Oh god, Germany?” You swallow. “I need to be there. I need to go be with him.”

“We have already arranged for you to go to Germany. Pack your bag now and we will wait. There’s no time to waste.” He says and you nod, rushing into the house to the bedroom to frantically pack a bag, grabbing your passport, and you go into Ana’s room, grabbing things for her, and you are grateful that Frankie got her a passport in hopes of taking her to Chile to see his distant cousins one day. “Mommy? What’s wrong?” She asks with a frown after she stops playing.

“Honey.” Bending down, you brush Ana’s hair back. “Daddy - daddy got hurt. He’s going to be okay, but we have to go visit him. Cheer him up.” You don’t want to scare her, but how do you explain to a three year old that her dad was in surgery after getting shot. “Can you be a big girl and come with me now? We have to be good because it’s a long trip.”

“Daddy’s hurt?” She asks, her lower lip trembling and you nod, “yes but we are going to kiss his boo boos better, okay? Can you be a good girl and pick out some toys for us to take?” You ask, grabbing her backpack and she nods, picking up her favorite dolls to take on the trip. Once you’re all packed up, you alarm the house and lock it, stepping out to the men waiting for you.

It’s surreal, being driven to a plane that is scheduled to take off in just a few hours. Apparently they had delayed it and you’ll never know if it was them or providence that had you up in the air so quickly and on your way to Germany. Praying the entire time that Frankie would be okay as you tried to entertain Ana, worried what you might learn when you land.

****

“Morning baby.” Frankie smiles, kissing along your neck.

“Hmmm. Morning.” You grind back against his hard cock and smile, “someone is eager to start the day.”

Frankie chuckles, sliding his hand under the t-shirt you’re wearing to cup your tit. “Always when it involves you.” He rasps, pinching your nipple and you whimper when he slides his hand down your belly after letting go of your breast. It’s starting to round, you’ll have to announce that you’re pregnant soon and Frankie knows you won’t be able to wait long after you both tell Ana. She will spill the beans within hours. His hand slides lower to disappear into your panties and he wastes no time rubbing your clit. Your soft moan has him biting down on your shoulder, grinding against you.

“Fuck, Frankie.” You whine softly and he smiles against your skin, “mmm love it when you moan my name. My beautiful wife.” He sighs and pushes two fingers inside of your wet cunt, making you turn your head to find his lips. His tongue slides into your mouth as he pumps his fingers, loving the way you push your pleasured sounds into his mouth to muffle them. It doesn’t take you long to cum, sensitive from the hormones, and he pushes you over the edge by twisting his wrist to press his thumb to your clit. “Cum for me.” He begs against your lips and you fall apart with a cry of his name. He kisses along your jaw, working you through it until he’s pulling his fingers out of you.

There’s a beeping noise and he frowns, looking over at the nightstand. “Did you get a new alarm clock?” He asks and you shake your head.

“No. Frankie? Frankie?” Your face blurs and he’s back into the void.

“Frankie.” You carry Ana, rushing through the hospital behind the nurse who is bringing you to his room. He’s out of surgery but he hasn’t woken up yet. The danger is still there but he’s stable. Tears stream down your face when you see him looking grey and still in the hospital bed, hooked up to the heart monitor. “Oh god, Frankie, we’re here.” You promise, rubbing Ava’s back. “It’s okay baby,” the little girl has turned away from the sight of her daddy in the bed and tucked her face into the crook of your neck. “He’s okay, he’s sleeping. Trying to feel better.” The doctor had explained his injuries and the surgery and you are so damn thankful he survived.

Ana whimpers, “is daddy okay?” She asks and your heart breaks at the fearful tone to the voice.

“Yeah, baby girl. Daddy is gonna be fine.” You try to be positive, hoping that he’s going to be okay.

You’re not sure how many hours have passed. Ana is asleep on the chair, curled up after the hospital staff brought her and you some food. Time will tell if Frankie wakes up, his head and chest bandaged and you can’t seem to look away from the rise and fall of his chest, the beeping of the heart monitor reminding you that he’s still here. When he does wake up, he blinks, wincing at the bright light above, and he tries to remember what happened.

“Oh thank god.” You sigh breathlessly when you feel him shift, looking up to find his eyes slowly opening. “Frankie. It’s okay, take it easy.” You don’t want him to be startled or scared. Squeezing his hand gently. “It’s me. You’re in the hospital in Germany.” Trying to keep your voice soothing until he turns to head to look at you.

His throat is so dry. Like he has been stranded in the desert for days without water. He swallows, trying to speak, and he tries to remember what happened but all he can say is “love you.” His dreams were lucid, showing him what life could be like. A life spent with you and Ana. You as his wife, his actual wife, not some paper so you can get healthcare. He closes his eyes again, feeling exhausted.

“I love you too.” You cry, relieved that he’s okay. That he’s awake. The fear and the anxiety make you sob as you lean forward and kiss his hand. “I’m so- god, I’m so - god I was so worried.”

The nurse comes in to check on you at that moment and you turn towards her, “he’s awake.” The nurse nods and comes over to Frankie, ushering you away and pushing the button to summon the rest of the medical team to assess Frankie who is still half drugged up but aware of his surroundings.

You move over towards Ana, leaning over and checking on her while the doctors and nurses come into the room. Smiling as she cuddles the beat that had his voice recorded in it while she sleeps. You have to talk to him. You can’t do this. Not when you really love him. You can’t pretend you don’t want a real future with him while playing as his wife.

The medical team eventually filters out and the doctor approaches to tell you that Frankie’s vitals all look good. He was shot in the head but it was just scraped and didn’t go in. He had a bullet to the chest which punctured his lung but didn’t go near his heart, and a bullet to the shoulder. He’s lucky to be alive but he should make a recovery as long as he’s stable.

Listening to the doctor, you are so damn thankful for the fact that Frankie pulled through as well as he has, hugging yourself as you hear the prognosis and what will happen going forward with rehab for him. “Thank you.” You murmur as the doctor leaves, letting you move back towards Frankie. You can tell that he’s about to fall asleep as you take his hand again. “Baby, I-” you choke out the words, new tears falling and you just squeeze his hand again, unable to get the words out. Frankie’s eyes flutter closed again and his breathing evens out as he falls asleep again.

****

“Daddy! Mommy wants pancakes.” Ana declares and Frankie chuckles, “oh she does? I guess it is Mother’s Day after all.” Frankie says as he slides the pancakes he was already making onto the plate. “Come on then. Let’s go.” Frankie says once he’s got everything and Ana opens the door for him to find you holding the baby, breastfeeding him.

“Happy Mommy Day!” Ana declares and you smile, looking up at Frankie as he holds the tray.

“Happy Mother’s Day.” He says and kisses your cheek even though he showed you how much he loves you this morning before the kids woke up. “I’ll hold him while you eat.” Frankie offers after his son pulls off of your breast. You nod and Frankie takes the baby into his arms, certain that this is a dream. The life he’s always wanted with the woman he’s always wanted.

“I’ve been thinking.” You smile sweetly at the picture Frankie paints holding your son.

“Yeah baby? What have you been thinking about?” He asks, looking up from Miguel to find you grinning at him. His heart flutters every time he sees that smile.

“I think that once the doctor clears me, we should try for another.” You admit, chuckling when his eyes widen. “Have a set of Irish twins. What do you think?” You had cursed him while you were pushing Miguel out, but immediately apologized once the pain had passed and your son was in your arms.

Frankie’s eyes widen, “really? You want another one so soon?” He asks and you nod, “yes. Yes. I don’t want to waste time. It’s precious.” He agrees, knowing how quick time flies. “Let’s do it.” He says and he is leaning in to kiss you. “I love you baby.” He murmurs and you hum into his mouth, making him smile.

****

Frankie squeezes your hand while he continues to rest. Letting you cry in solitude while Ana still sleeps curled up in the chair. “I love you Frankie.” You admit quietly. “I’ve always loved you. It’s why it was so easy to offer to marry you. I- I want you to recover for Ana, but for me too.” Leaning down, you kiss his hand again, wondering if he’s dreaming. If he is, you hope that it's a good dream.

Frankie blinks against the bright light again, annoyed that he’s been dragged away from his dream of making another baby with you. The dreams were so real he mourns the life he had in those dreams and he opens his eyes to find you crying while holding his hand. “Wha- baby?” He croaks, throat still so dry and he wonders why you are crying.

Looking up, you press your lips together as you hold back a sob. Leaning forward and pressing your lips to his cheek and forehead, taking care to keep away from his bandages. “Oh god baby, you're awake. I - I’m so glad.” You pull back, knowing he is probably confused. “You were- you were shot.” You explain quietly. “You’re in a hospital in Germany. I- Ana and I flew out as soon as possible. I have been so worried about you.”

He frowns, finally getting his focus, and he looks at you. “Shot? Germany? The- the others?” He asks, suddenly worried about his team. Are they okay? Is anyone else hurt or dead? His heart monitor starts to beep rapidly and he squeezes your hand.

“Everyone else is fine.” You promise, having heard what happened from the officer who had taken you to the airfield to fly out. “You took fire while you were trying to get soldiers out of a heavy fire situation. You were shot, but managed to get them back to the base before you passed out right after you set down your chopper.” Your heart had stopped when you heard how he had barely made it back to base, but you could only be strong for him.

He’s still fuzzy but he understands what you are saying. He nearly died. He remembers the panic in his mind when he was shot, thinking about leaving you and Ana behind. Fuck, he nearly died. Fuck. “I love you.” He tells you breathlessly.

“I love you.” You murmur, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“No. No. You don’t understand. I’m in love with you. I love you. I love you. I can’t - I can’t live without you. You’re my best friend. You’re my everything.” He chokes, needing you to understand him.

“You’re my best friend too.” You promise him, thinking that he’s just telling you needing you as a friend.

But Frankie frowns. “No baby, I don’t- I want to be married to you for real. Forever.” He manages, squeezing your hand.

“For real?” You frown and then lean forward. “Baby, I want- if this is just some kind of reaction to being shot-“

“it’s not,” he insists. “I love you.”

You lunge forward and press your lips to his. “I love you.” You tell him breathlessly.

He wishes he could reach up and cup your cheek, keep you pressed against him, but all he can do is kiss you back. “I’m so fucking in love with you. Always have been. Even with - even when I was with Janet. It’s why she left that night. We were arguing and I- shit. I’ve made so many mistakes but marrying you ain’t one of them. I love you. I love you.” He says when you lean back to look into his eyes.

Your heart breaks, knowing that you were the cause of what could be the reason that Janet was driving that night, although you know her actions were her own. You know that she and Frankie weren’t good together and you can’t blame him for the past. “I love you, Francisco.” You promise him softly with a smile, kissing him once more. “Will you stay married to me?” You ask quietly, not wanting anyone to over hear. “Make this a real marriage with me?”

Frankie nuzzles into your cheek, unable to believe how lucky he is to have you. “I love you. It’s always been you. I- I don’t want to waste any more time. I want to start the rest of our lives.”

You smile and giggle happily, reaching up and brushing his hair back from his face. “I love you too baby. Now you just need to heal so you can come home to us.” Frankie’s deployment is officially over and as soon as he is recovered enough to go home, you would be headed back to the states so he could recover fully.

****

“Frankie!” You huff, pushing at his wandering hands and pushing them away from your ass. “You need to stop. You could pull a stitch.” You chide, finding it harder and harder to push him as the weeks go by.

Frankie grunts, “don’t care. It’s been torture seeing you and not being able to be inside of you.” He admits, and he knows you’ve done stuff. You have sucked his cock and he let you sit on his face, but the doctor told him no strenuous activity. He hasn’t been cleared yet but every day it’s getting harder to not fuck you. He honestly wants to make love to you, something slow and sweet to consummate your marriage…finally.

You bite your lip and you know that he is just as eager as you are to finally have sex. Leaning in, you press your lips to his. “If - and I mean if - you can be good and be still, how about we compromise and I sit on your cock?” You know that Frankie wants to be in charge but he can’t. No with the bandage on his side. But if he could be still, you could ride him. “But you have to be still. Not trying to take over.”

Frankie pouts, aware that he can’t ruin you the way he wants to but he has the rest of your lives to make love to you, to make you cum on his cock while he fucks you. “I can be good.” He promises, sliding his hands down to squeeze your ass. Ana is in bed and he’s so grateful for it so he can push his hard cock into your hip. “I won’t take over.”

You smirk, absolutely aware of the fact that he will try to take over. “Then what are you waiting for, soldier?” You tease. “Get undressed so I can fuck my husband.” You are already getting out of the bed so you can strip out of the t-shirt and panties that you had taken to sleeping in. Enjoying the way Frankie’s eyes wander over your body every night.

He loves seeing you like this. His beautiful wife. The love of his life. He swallows, throat suddenly dries, and he is grateful he isn’t wearing a shirt. His boxers are able to be shoved down and he pushes the sheets down the bed before settling against the pillows. “Baby. Come here. Are you wet? You wanna sit on my face?” He asks, “there’s lube in the nightstand.” He wants you to be comfortable. “And condoms…if you want.” He adds, knowing you haven’t been on birth control and he doesn’t want to push you in case you change your mind and don’t want to get pregnant yet.

He pants, fingers twitching to grab you. He desperately wants you, he wants to make you feel good. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant.” He admits, knowing that the experience will be different than Janet who was a nightmare when she was pregnant. She was demanding and accused him of cheating, and then cried and begged for sex in the same breath. He had whiplash and tried to be there for her but it was hard at times. His hands caress your back and he leans in to kiss your shoulder, just breathing you in while you grind against him.

“Lean back, baby.” You chide, pushing his shoulder back gently. “I’m going to come to you. Give you what we’ve both wanted.” He feels so good against your clit that you can’t help but roll your hips, slicking up his cock with how wet you are and enjoying when his cock flexes against your folds. Leaning in, you press your lips to his in a soft kiss.

“Fuck. Don’t tease me baby. It’s been torture.” He groans when you kiss him slowly, his hands squeezing your hips to encourage you. “Come on baby. I need you to fuck me.” He begs, rocking his hips to grind against you.

Taking mercy on him and yourself, you reach down and wrap your fingers around his thick cock and lift your hips. Eager to have him inside you now and feel his cum filling you up. The first inch makes you gasp, carefully bracing your hands on his chest but not putting any pressure on him. Wanting to make sure you don’t hurt him as you sink down on him.

Frankie whimpers, actually whimpers, when you take his cock inside of you. “Fuck baby. You- Jesus fucking Christ - you feel so good.” He pants, “I- oh God. Wanted this for so long.” He grips your waist, wishing he could slide inside of you on your back and make love to you.

Leaning forward, you press your lips to his and slide your tongue into his mouth as you grind back onto him. Wanting to make sure that you get used to the thick heft of him inside you. “Me too baby, wanted you for so long.” You promise, your walls clenching around him.

Frankie almost feels like he can't breathe. His heart beats out of his chest and he pants when you clench around him. "Fuck, sweetheart. Feel so good. Can't - can't wait to feel this for the rest of our lives. So damn lucky." He kisses along your jaw and down your neck, wanting to worship you as much as possible.

“I’m lucky.” You start to slowly roll your hips, in no hurry to cum. You want this time to be soft and sweet. Not only for him, but so you can feel every inch of him scrubbing through your walls. “Love you.” You close your eyes as he kisses you, absorbing the groans and loving how his hands wander as you slowly ride him.

“Love you too.” He vows, knowing he’s going to ask you to marry him again. He wants a big wedding, the boys to be there and your friends. He wants to show off how much he loves you. After nearly dying, it’s put everything into perspective and he knows he is grateful for what he has. Others have fared far worse than him. His hands squeeze your breasts and his cock twitching inside of you, imagining them full of milk for his baby. The thought nearly sends him over the edge but he controls himself.

“Ohhh someone thought of something they like.” You tease, seeing the look on his face as he twitches inside you. You wonder if it’s the same as him. Imagining him knocking you up tonight. Your hips roll a little faster and you moan his name softly, reaching up and combing through his hair as your nose touches his and you look in his dark eyes

He chuckles softly, “was thinking about you full of our baby. When your tits get bigger.” He confesses and nudges your nose with his. “I can’t wait. I can’t wait to begin our family with Ana and another child. It’s gonna - fuck - it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.” He murmurs, caressing your back.

You moan, imaging how possessive, how loving he will be when you are showing. Frankie seems like the type to worship you when you are pregnant. “I want that too.” You promise. “Have your baby, share that with you. Raising our kids.” Ana isn’t yours by blood but you love her like your own.

He nods, knowing he wants to ask you to formally adopt Ana and be her mom. He will preserve Janet’s legacy with her daughter but Ana deserves all the love in the world. “Fuck.” Frankie groans when you rock a little faster, his shoulder aches but he ignores it, trying to rock his hips up into you as you grind on top of him.

“Frankie.” You gasp out, clenching down around him when his cock nudges against your g-spot wonderfully. “There.” You pant, knowing that if he keeps hitting that spot just like that, you will cum quickly.

He hisses, concentrating on thrusting up into you at that angle. “Baby. Cum for me baby.” He begs, “come on, be a good girl. Cum for me.” He demands, needing to feel you clamp down on his cock.

You whine out his name, holding onto him as he takes control.

He wasn’t supposed to do that, but you are beyond caring. As long as he doesn’t rip his stitches, he can take the reins and thrust up into you. “I’m gonna cum baby, oh fuck, I’m gonna cum on your cock.”

“That’s it. That’s it.” He groans when he thrusts up into you, his hands gripping your ass, and you clamp down on his cock. “Fuck yes baby. That’s it. Oh shit. I’m gonna-” Frankie usually prides himself on his stamina but the emotional connection combined with wanting you for years and the added ecstasy of you possibly getting pregnant and his near demise has him sent over the edge. “Fuck.” He moans your name as he cums, cock twitching inside of you.

It’s Heaven, the molten heat of his seed filling you. Making you gasp in pleasure as you grind down on him as he rides out his high, pushing up into you with short thrusts. “Oh god, oh god.” You collapse against him and kiss along his jaw. “I love you so much.”

“Love you.” Frankie pants, his entire body lost in the feel of his orgasm. It’s more than he could’ve ever imagined. He feels complete. His wife in his arms, hopefully pregnant soon with his second child. It’s his dream come true. He just wishes it wasn’t such a bumpy road to get to this point but that’s life. Twists and turns…Frankie still got his happy ending.

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deakyjoe · 4 months

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Something Stupid

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Reader (no pronouns apart from “you” used, I believe)

Category: fluff, friends to lovers

Summary: And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like “I love you”.

Warnings: slightly insecure Frankie and reader, kissing, awkward love confessions, pining, seemingly unrequited love (it’s requited), they’re both just super awkward really, basically soulmates, reader implied to be shorter than Frankie, alcohol consumption, Santiago described as short…

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: Title and summary from the song Somethin’ Stupid by Frank and Nancy Sinatra. For everyone out there who won’t be getting a kiss at midnight (me), this is for you <3

Consider buying me a coffee :)

“You could always kiss me at midnight, if you’d like.”

The words had been rattling around in Frankie’s brain for the past two hours.

It was the last thing he’d expected you to say when he’d mentioned, casually in conversation, that he hadn’t kissed anyone at midnight on New Years in at least half a decade.

Initially you’d scoffed, not believing him in the slightest. He was too attractive for that, women were constantly throwing themselves at him, and there wasn’t a chance that not a single woman at the party you were attending would offer to kiss him at midnight.

But when he’d insisted that it didn’t feel right with a stranger, who wants to begin the new year with someone you don’t care about, you’d paused for thought. He was right. You understood him. Yet you’d asked him to elaborate.

“So, what? It has to be someone you’re dating? Or someone you’re in love with?” You’d sipped on your drink steadily, bracing yourself for whatever answer he decided to give.

“No, not necessarily. Could just be a friend, a really good friend.” He’d clarified. “Just someone you care about, y’know? Someone you want to celebrate with.”

You’d hummed at that, deciding to tease him. “I’m sure Benny wouldn’t mind a little kiss from you.”

Frankie had rolled his eyes. “Don’t joke. I’d kiss that fucker if he wasn’t going to have about twenty women fighting for him at midnight.”

“Yeah, can’t wait to see how that goes down.” You’d giggled, a thought suddenly popping into your head. “You could always kiss me at midnight, if you’d like.”

Frankie’s brain had short circuited. He must’ve misheard you. There was no way you’d offered to kiss him at midnight. Not a chance in hell.

“Really?” He’d almost squeaked.

“Sure.” You’d shrugged, trying to create an air of nonchalance. “We’re friends, right? Have been forever. And I don’t have anyone to kiss either. So it makes sense.”

You hadn’t expected him to agree.

“Okay.”

So when he did, you tried desperately to hide your excitement.

“G-great!” You’d chirped, taking another couple mouthfuls of your drink. You had a couple hours until midnight, which you’d need to fill yourself up with liquid courage if this was actually going to happen.

Before the two of you could say anything else, you’d been whisked away by other people who wanted to chat, wanted to dance, wanted to drink. Time flew by, the clock counting down to midnight, and the only thing the two of you could think of was your kiss at midnight.

Frankie did shot after shot with his friends - Santiago, Will and Benny all having their own obscure flavours of liqueur that they insisted the others had to try. He felt extremely nauseated by the time the last one had reluctantly slid down his throat. Attempting to blink away the blurriness his eyes had suddenly adopted, he realised that the drinks had been a bad idea. He wanted to be as coherent as possible when he finally got to kiss you.

You, however, were happy to throw back multiple drinks considering you were berating yourself for being an idiot for most of the night. Why had you suggested kissing? All you were going to do was tease yourself with the prospect of having him momentarily but not quite fully.

What if he was a really good kisser (you knew he would be)? What if he held you close (you knew he would)? What if he wanted to use tongue (you knew he would)? What if he tasted good (you knew he’d taste delicious)? What if you fell even more in love with him (you knew you would)?

You were an idiot.

And so fucked.

The suggestion had been incredibly stupid.

Midnight was approaching fast, and the two of you realised at around the same time that you should probably start seeking the other out. Just so you were definitely together by the time the clock struck twelve. But every time one of you entered a room, asking for the other, you were informed that they just left.

Oh, you’ve just missed them.

I’m sure if you go now, you’ll find them.

They were literally just here.

Frankie found himself getting frustrated when he bumped into Santiago and asked after you.

“In the kitchen, I think. Anyway, excited for the new year?” He was very drunk. And Frankie really didn’t have time for this.

“Yeah, so pumped. I’ll see you later, man.” He tried to walk away but was blocked by Santi’s smaller frame. He took up a lot of room for a shorter guy.

“Why so anxious to leave, bud?”

Frankie hesitated before quickly explaining the situation. His attempt to hush Santiago when he started cheering went completely ignored.

“Catfish, my man! You’ve wanted this for years! Quick! Go, go!”

“I was trying.” He grumbled to himself as he made his way to the kitchen and left his friend behind, still celebrating.

He didn’t find you in the kitchen, but back with the majority of the crowd in the living room where most people were gathering around the television with their respective partners for the night.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” Frankie exclaimed, pushing through a group to get to you. He sobered up at the sight of you. You were so beautiful.

“Well, you found me!” You smiled widely at him, the nerves dissipating as soon as you saw his face. His gorgeous face. “I figured we were going around in circles looking for each other so I decided to just stop so you could catch up with me here. And it worked!”

Frankie couldn’t help the pull on his heart at seeing you so happy at your simple plan working out. He adored you so much. “That was a good idea.”

You shrugged. “Thanks.”

There was a brief moment of silence between you.

“So, uh, ready for midnight?”

“Yeah. Are you?”

“Yeah.”

The anxious yet excited energy between you was palpable. Neither of you commented on it.

As the room grew more and more busy, everyone determining that they should be together in the same room for midnight, the two of you inched closer and closer together. Until you were chest to chest. And there was no room to breathe without touching the other.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah!”

Before you knew it, it was one minute to midnight and everyone was counting down from sixty. You and Frankie didn’t join in, just looked at each other and sent questioning looks to make sure that the other was sure they wanted to do this. Neither of you had been so certain about something before in your lives as you were with this.

The countdown reached ten.

“Ready?”

So ready.

“Ready.”

Five.

This was really happening.

Three.

His face dipped closer to yours.

One.

“Happy New Year.” The both of you rushed out before your lips crashed together.

Neither of you were patient, hands immediately on each other. Yours clinging to his shirt and on the back of his head, his on your waist and cupping the side of your face.

It was exactly as the two of you had predicted, butterflies floating around wildly in your stomachs at how good it felt to finally do this. Yet, somehow, the both of you remained unaware that the other felt the exact same way.

Frankie decided to take the opportunity to be greedy, sliding his tongue against your bottom lip and then into your mouth when you opened up and allowed him to. A deep groan rumbled in his chest when your tongue met his, a smile curving up your lips slightly at the sound of it. You tugged him closer, the handful of shirt tightening into a fist and your other hand carding through the hair at the nape of his neck. You’d been right about everything you’d been questioning before. The arm around your waist kept you flush against him and standing straight, the hand on your cheek stroking soft circles with his thumb.

The people around you broke away from their respective kisses, the music being turned back up and the dance party continuing. But the two of you were too busy wrapped up in your own little world. Wrapped up in each other. It would’ve taken the apocalypse to stop the two of you in that moment.

Frankie momentarily broke away for some air, feeling the earth shattering beneath him and the gates to Heaven opening when you immediately tugged him back towards you for another kiss. His cap got slightly knocked to the side when you forced him downwards even closer to you than before. But he didn’t care. He was too preoccupied with you.

He had to remind himself that this wasn’t real. You weren’t his. This was just for tonight. Just for this moment.

But you felt so warm and soft and perfect in his hands that it suddenly felt impossible that you didn’t feel the same. How could you not when the two of you fit together so easily?

So, without really meaning to, Frankie took the leap.

“I love you.”

The words were mumbled, barely a hushed whisper against your lips compared to the raucous noise of the room. But you heard them. Loud and clear.

It was evident by the way you froze momentarily, head rearing back in shock. Frankie’s heart dropped when panic suddenly flashed across your face and his hands dropped back to his sides.

He’d fucked up.

Could he play it off as a friendly I love you? No, probably not, considering that you’d just made out and the way he was looking at you was very non-platonic.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. It was stupid. But I thought-“

He cut himself off. Thought what exactly? He couldn’t confess that he’d convinced himself you were as madly in love with him as he was with you. That sounded crazy. You were nice to him, sure, very friendly. But you were like that with everyone.

Frankie adjusted his cap, pushing some hair back away from where it was sticking to his forehead. Had the room always been this hot?

Still you said nothing, your wide-eyed stare speaking a thousand words.

“I’ll uh…” He cleared his throat with a halfhearted cough. “I should go. Thanks, uh, thanks for the midnight kiss.”

And he pushed past you, shoulder bumping yours, before you even had the chance to open your mouth.

“Wait.”

It came out raspy, unsure, but it was too late anyway. Frankie was gone. You stayed stuck, frozen on the spot, for way too long. What were you supposed to do now? He’d confessed his love to you and you’d done the one thing worse than just rejecting him. Nothing. You’d done nothing. You didn’t speak. You didn’t even smile. Shit, you could’ve just kissed him again to show that the feelings were reciprocated. But you’d just stood there, horrified.

It had been your dumb idea to kiss at midnight, a selfish plan to see what it would be like to kiss him. Just once. You hadn’t expected him to admit feelings to you. Yet, it had been the one thing you desired most for years. Francisco Morales loved you. And you’d fucked it up.

So you chased him.

“Frankie. Frankie!” You pushed through the crowd, desperation pouring out of you. “Frankie!”

The sight of his retreating figure filled you with relief. You could see his brown curls peeking out from under his cap, the familiarity of it filling you with warmth. But you could’ve sworn that he started to walk faster when you shouted his name again.

Calling out his name repeatedly, you didn’t stop for breath until you reached the empty hallway.

Once you’d refilled your lungs with oxygen, you straightened up. “Francisco Morales, I know you can hear me.”

He stopped still, a sigh lowering his shoulders. You rushed towards him with quick steps as he turned around and folded his arms across his chest in an embarrassed yet defensive stance.

“You don’t have to say anything because you feel bad. It was my mistake. Let’s just go back to the way thi-“

You wanted him to shut up, needed him to shut up. Just so you could speak. But he just wouldn’t, no matter how many times you opened your mouth to talk. So you just let it burst out of you in a rapid half-shout.

“I love you too.”

That got his mouth to stop moving. By some miracle.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before but I was just surprised and I don’t know how to voice my feelings well. And you confessed so easily and I didn’t know how to do that. Which is ridiculous because I could’ve just said it right back to you.”

Now you were the one rambling.

“But I didn’t know what to do because the kiss was real nice and I was focused on finally kissing you and then suddenly you were saying you loved me and yeah.”

It was Frankie’s turn to freeze and look panicked.

You really were quite the pair.

“Say something, Francisco.” You mumbled, realising you couldn’t quite judge him for this as you’d done the exact same thing a few minutes prior.

“I, uh, I-“ He paused and took a deep breath. “You love me?”

You nodded once. “Yes.”

“You love me back?”

“Also, yes. Technically, same yes I believe but yes nonetheless.” You internally slapped yourself for that. Just say yes, you idiot.

Frankie didn’t care about what you’d said. All he cared about was that you’d said yes.

Yes, you loved him.

And he loved you.

Had the two of you really been so oblivious to the other’s feelings for so long? Had you both hidden it that well? Or were you both just certain that the other couldn’t possibly feel the same way?

Either way, it didn’t really matter. It was all out in the open now and there was no turning back.

Frankie suddenly realised that he was stood staring at you silently. Why wasn’t he kissing you again? Good question.

He took the two steps forward and scooped you up into his arms, pressing his lips against yours desperately but in relief. Feelings had been boxed up for too long. He didn’t need to hide his longing for you anymore.

You giggled happily into his mouth, grateful that this had finally happened. Grateful to get this weight off your chest.

The two of you ignored the party going on in the next room, the floor shaking a little beneath you as people danced just a door away. You could only focus on each other, you’d wasted too much time already.

The confessions were whispered against just to be sure that the two of you weren’t dreaming or had somehow misunderstood the whole situation (of course you hadn’t).

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Neither of you could’ve been happier that you’d both been daring enough to say something stupid.

A/N: I wrote this instead of a uni essay. You’re welcome. Hope you enjoyed!

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astoryisaloveaffair · 5 days

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Fix You - Chapter 16 - Genesis

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Fem!Reader

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Word Count: 4K

Rating: Explicit

Chapter Warnings: cussing, graphic violence, mentions of sex. I'm not giving more warnings than that, sorry.

A/N: Hey all. First I want to say I'm sorry. I literally had no time or motivation to write this. I'm gonna be honest, this is a really tough chapter, and it was hard to get in this headspace. Suffering a recent heartbreak, things in this chapter are things I have thought also, and so it was really hard for me to voluntarily want to address that. I also started working in veterinary medicine, i do not have the spare time that I used to. We also recently adopted a puppy who we named Bucky! And if you read my earlier posts, you know that I was SA'd last January. All that to say, sorry I couldn't do this faster.

Also want to wish a happy birthday to @musings-of-a-rose, my beloved, my bestie, and my constant support. This is for you. Sorry it's not a happier chapter....

* If a character is speaking fully in Spanish, I will put “[ ]” around the dialogue. I speak pretty decent Spanish but not good enough for this

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You didn’t even flinch at the landing, which was rough, so that’s saying a lot. When the janky cargo door (which looked like at any time during the flight would be ripped right off) opens, you barely even lift your eyes from the floor. You felt heavy and hollow, somewhere suspended in between shock and just not giving a fuck anymore. The only thing you could still fell was the pinching in your heart. It was still broken.

At some point during the journey, the co-pilot had taken pity on you and untied your arms from behind your back and bound them in front of you instead. You hadn’t struggled. There was no point. Where would you go? Jump in the ocean? You weren’t that great of a swimmer and you loved sharks and everything but the open ocean is not where you are supposed to be.

You have no sense of space and time, so you have no actual clue where you are other than not the mainland. You’re dehydrated as fuck, groggy, your vision’s blurry and you’d figured out the sticky moisture on your face was your own blood.

Because when you had suddenly blacked out it was because they’d hit you, and had absolutely no hesitation doing so. They did not care about you, they did not see you as a human being, they didn’t even bother strapping you into a seat so you had been sliding around the cargo bay the entire flight, bumping into everything. You were in deep danger, any hope that you would have some ransom protection had pretty much disintegrated. You had hoped that the boys wouldn’t come for you at first. Then you had hoped that they would, because if you’re ransom, even if at the very least you’d be alive until then, right? But “alive” doesn’t mean unharmed.

A shadow looms over you and it finally makes you look up, squinting to adjust your eyes to something so close, as well as the brightness of the sun. It feels like it takes you 10 whole minutes to process that you were being spoken to in English.

“Eh!” The man leaning over you snips, and when you simply blink in confusion and don’t answer, he slaps you lightly on both cheeks. You’re stunned enough to finally look at him, his oval face, beady eyes and unique sideburns seeming so familiar to you but quite frankly you wouldn’t trust yourself with recognizing even your dad at the moment, so you push that thought aside.

He kneels down in front of you. “You listen to me. We don’t want you. We want the money. This means if you don’t fucking piss me off, I might be nice and not kill you, you understand? Be a smart little girl, eh?.”

You nod, you probably should be feeling some sort of panic setting in but you don’t. Whatever. Who even cares anymore.

He takes your silence as submission. “Bueno.” He whispers, leaning down and grabbing you by the arm, lifting you until you are back on your feet. He tilts his head and steps to the side, revealing 5 additional men with AKs pointed straight at you. From behind, you feel the sharp tip of another poking your back, urging you forward and down the precarious ramp. The pilots.

You didn’t trust that they wouldn’t hurt you, but you knew you had no other choice. Trying to fight was asking for it, and once you step out of the hold and realize you were in the fucking jungle, there would be no sensical place to go even if you did get away.

You step out of the plane onto a rickety steel ramp that bounces as the footpad of your sandals touches it and shuffle slowly down it. You feel suffocated sandwiched between four men, your hands chafe where they are tied and you have been in the same positions for so long your whole body is sore. Every touch and movement hurt.

You stumble as the ramp ends but one of the men grabs your arm and yanks you so you don’t fall. It wasn’t kindness. It was a way to hurt you that he could get away with. The tiny dirt landing strip is almost canopied completely by the jungle trees, leaving large patches here and there where the plane flew through, not noticeable from far above. It looks like you’re walking to nothing, just a dirt road that ends right into the thick middle of the jungle, but you don’t stop at the edge. You push through.

It’s hot as shit and you felt sweat buildup in every crevice of your body, your thighs are rubbing raw from your asinine decision to wear short shorts to the fair, and you could feel a heat rash growing under your tits that you couldn’t even scratch because your hands are bound.

You walk for forever. You walk until the friction rash on your inner thighs turn to lesions. You haven't drank water in almost 48 hours and it feels like 150 degrees out, with full humidity. You’ve had to stop twice already to vomit from heat exhaustion and you still occasionally gag even though there’s nothing in your stomach to come up anymore. All the years that you did not appeal to insects are making up for it now, they’re all over you and you can’t walk 3 steps without one getting in your eye. The jungle gets tighter and you can’t breathe because it’s pushing in on you almost as tight as the hands on your shoulders pushing you forward..

You start crying. At least, that is what you tell yourself as you whimper and sob as quietly as you can. You know you’re strong, but this is just beyond reason that any normal person could take. And when you think about how this is probably what life was all the time in Delta for the boys, you cry even harder because you feel guilty, that you have no right to complain.

Finally, after what feels like forever, the tightness of the jungle seems to loosen. More open. You notice some of the trees look more oddly arranged than others. As you get closer you realize they aren’t trees at all, but tents and dilapidated buildings built into the shadows of the trees. The huge roots and overhanging canopy of the jungle transformed a bustling camp into what looks like a little village. At the entrance, a line of guards in jungle fatigues that were impossible to detect until you got right up to them. You hear someone speak above you, alerting you to a man up in the trees on a platform tucked between the branches. There was another in the tree on the opposite side. He calls to the man with the sideburns, saying something in Spanish you can’t interpret fast enough, but it’s jovial and they laugh, and it makes you feel like you’re going to go mentally insane.

It’s like it’s not even serious to them. And it’s so serious to you.

You are pushed through the camp quickly, but not quick enough that you don’t see the insane amount of cocaine packages piled up in the makeshift buildings, sheds, and tents toward the back. Men were milling about checking them, moving them and glaring at you as you walked past.

You continue past the main camp, crossing over a bustling creek whose bridge was literally just planks of wood, but you noticed there were tire marks across them so you felt at least safe it could handle a car’s weight. Across the creek, an old stonework manor stood. You can tell at one time it must have been glorious, but the white stone-worked walls were dirty and crumbling in many places, the fountains out front had dried crusty palm fronds and dirt in them and looked like they hadn’t sprayed water since the 1980s.

It was still oddly beautiful. You thought about how this house came to be, what it might have looked like when it had been first built. A beautiful Caribbean sea mansion. A jungle that hadn’t closed in on it yet. Fountains spraying and colorful birds resting on the rooftops. But then you realize that this place has probably always been used for what it is now. Someone like Carl Lehder probably lived here and ran an entire cartel within this very jungle. Maybe it was the same one, just run by someone else.

There was a shabbily made shack to the left of the manor with padlocks, piles of debris piled next to the door. You assume that’s where you would be taken, but you were instead led up the stairs to the manor proper. And as your eyes focus in on the ground while you were being guided to the mansion instead, you realize the heap of matter by the shack that you thought was some dying plantation was actually a crumpled human body. A boy looking not much older than 17, shot execution style in the head and left to rot.

Then smell hits you, your knees buckle and you vomit on the stonework stairs, a scream of shock and realization pierces the jungle, making the nearby tropical birds explode from the treetops. When the sicarios pick you up and carry you through the mansion door, you’re still screaming.

Eventually whoever was carrying you became fed up, and simply dropped you at the bottom of the stairs and dragged you up backwards by the armpits instead. You didn’t even feel the step edges hitting the small of your back all the way up, but you would later.

You were tossed stricken and shivering on a disgusting, top-sheeted mattress on the floor in the corner of a room, your feet still bound together and your rope-bound hands looped through a radiator that was long enough only for you to lie down or shuffle over to a bucket for your business. Everything stank and you still had vomit on your chin so you curled up in a ball and slammed your eyes closed, hoping that in time the voices and smells and fear would give way to just simple numbness. You didn’t hear a female voice speaking to you for several seconds.

Your eyes snap open, skin pulled taut from dried unwiped tears,and you jolt upright to look in the direction of the voice. A woman who wasn’t even tied up was propped up against the adjoining wall, and as you take in her condition you could understand why they hadn’t even bothered. She wouldn’t have been able to run.

Her legs look..wrong, splaying at angles that shouldn’t be possible. They look like they could be broken, but you can’t tell for sure because she was wearing jeans that cover up most of her skin. The jeans were ripped in some places and stained with dark blood spots, the color turning brighter wherever her skin shows through the tears in the fabric. She’s missing several fingers on her left hand that had been burnt at the ends to cauterize, and her face was black and blue, swollen and smeared with more blood that seemed to be coming from her scalp somewhere. Her lips are pale and cracking and her eyes are glazed over and barely open. When she speaks, she already sounds like she is dead.

She swallows and winces slightly in pain, then licks her cracked pale lips.“Is…my…her–my brother. Did you see him? Out there?”

Your face scrunches in confusion, which actually hurts a little and you’re not sure from what specifically. Perhaps you look just as bad as the other girl. “Your–I—I don’t understand.”

She’s too exhausted to even be annoyed with you. “My brother. They took him from me days ago. They do not talk to me anymore. They don’t—need me anymore.” A single tear falls down her swollen cheek and you suddenly feel so much connection with this woman and how incredibly fucking strong she is. Her eyes roll over to you, meeting yours for the first time. There are burst blood vessels in them.

“I think that they killed him.”

Your lips part and you utter a shuddering breath as you connect the dots. There’s no point in sugar-coating it. You nod slowly. “I think so. But it’s not…recent.” You look away as her eyes slowly close, the additional tears she was holding back finally spilling over and cascading down her cheeks.

“Bueno.” She says. “Then at least he is not suffering like me.”

You both fall quiet and you look over her again. Her pants aren’t completely done up and her t shirt is ripped at the neckline, exposing a gashed shoulder. Almost like…

You start crying again, and you feel even worse about it this time because you have in front of you a woman who has been through much worse and is somehow NOT crying. You curl tighter into yourself to try and hide.

But she simply asks. “Who are you?”

You swallow, raising your head up off your arms, quickly wiping the access tears off on your sleeve. It’s incredible how adrenaline and fear can sometimes make you the most clear-headed you’ve ever been. Your thoughts are swirling but you knew one thing for damn sure, if they didn’t know your name yet, you weren’t going to say it now.

If I look forward I am lost. Focus on right now. Nothing else. It’s my best chance.

You know enough about trauma that compartmentalizing this moment is your best chance. You can’t think what will happen if you don’t escape, if you aren’t found, if they never come for you. You need to stay focused. You need to keep hope alive. You need to stay coherent, because if a chance pops up, you need to be able to think quickly.

“I’m no one.” You mumble. “Just happened to be dating the wrong person.”

She sniffs and looks away, but it’s muffled because her nose sounds congested. You don’t miss her tone though. “Mmmm. His new one then.”

You blink. “What?”

Her glazed over, discolored eyes snap back to yours. “Pope.” She spits. “Your man. Santia—”

“NO!” You cut her off with a shout, you know there is a guy who is in the area and you still don’t know how much these men do or do not know. “Don’t. Don’t give them names if they don’t already know it.”

“I don’t give a shit about Agent Garcia, or his friends, or anyone else, it’s their fault I am here and it’s their fault my brother is dead and..” She finally, finally starts to cry. “I told him I didn’t want to do it. They said they would let us go if we gave them what they wanted.”

“It was you.” You exhale with a shuddering breath. “They found us cause of you. You told them.” You shake your head, and for some reason you feel betrayed by this woman even though you’ve never met her. “How could you?”

“Because all I care about is my brother, do you understand?! I wish I’d never met him, Garcia, we would have just snuck away and no one would never seen us, but no, instead we listened to him and helped them steal from fucking Lorea, and now they found us and I knew they would, and YES, I gave them EVERYTHING because they said they’d let us go so long as they found you and–”

“Eh!” A voice trails in with a watchman you knew was hanging out somewhere in the hallway beyond. He slips through the doorway, a smaller man you were not expecting from that voice, and leans against the deteriorating door frame. He crosses his arms and his legs and it makes the handgun on his hip jut out prominently from his skinny hips. “No talking to each other.” His voice is silky and the words all slide together so it sounds like ‘no talkintoeeachother.’

You shrink back into the dirty wall behind you as your associate spits a bloody phlegm ball in the man’s direction. “FUCK you!” She snarls, a tirade of cuss words in Spanish flying from her lips.

A loud pop almost bursts your eardrums and your heart and you exclaim in terror as your associate is shot point blank in the head, her back slumping against the wall and her head hitting with a bang, pieces of blood and brain tissue spraying over the back wall with pieces flying in your direction.

The man remains completely motionless with his arms still raised before huffing a laugh to himself, putting the gun back on his hip, and looking at you with the such an unaffected gaze it leaves you feeling dizzy and you scream and scream and scream yourself hoarse, crumpling onto your mattress in a terrified heap, arms over your head, sobbing hysterically.

A gentle but firm palm wraps around your forearm, yanking you back up to a seated position. You look away, but the man’s other hand takes you gently by the jaw and makes you look at him. And just behind him, the woman slumped in a pool of blood and brain matter. You try to wriggle out of his grip but he tightens ever so slightly, and you can’t help but notice how different it is when Frankie would grab you like that versus this man. Frankie held you the same, sometimes harder, but you had trusted his domination and his care of you and because of that, it made it arousing. That same motion with this man has you more scared than you ever have been in your life.

“Bebita.” He coos, thumb lightly caressing your jaw. He wipes at a small speck of blood you don’t know is even there. You can feel yourself shaking and breathing so fast you can see his half waxed back tousled locks that hang past his temples are blowing in its breeze. You can’t answer him. “Look at me.”

You do. His eyes are a dark, almost black chocolate brown, shape mismatched, a scruffy beard and goatee and thin lips. In another world you would find him devastatingly attractive and the fact that you do makes you feel absolutely violated and disgusted with yourself.

“Do not cry.” He continues. “You have no reason to if you behave, si? You be good and you listen and I will keep you safe you understand? Well, at least for now.” He shifts closer to you, you can smell his breath. It smells like orange and cloves. “There are a lot of men here Bebita. I am sure you understand what this means, si? Answer me.”

“Yes.” A final fat tear spills from one of your eyes, and it stings as it mixes with your sweat and the raw skin around your eyes.

He juts his head in the other woman’s direction. “This one, she fight the whole time. I like a easy job. Make my job easy, I make sure you always deal with me. Do not make me call in the other guys, they are not as nice. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He releases your chin and you scoot back quickly as he saunters over to the other woman’s bloody body, grabs it by the arm, and casually drags her as dismissively as possible out the door and out of your sight, leaving a bloody trail behind.

At first you just sit there in a slump staring at the opposite wall,, you don’t know for how long. Probably hours. Maybe days. The man, whose name you figured out from when he spoke to someone else in the hall, is Angel. Sometimes he would sit up and watch you, as if figuring you out, your body and the way you shift and switch positions when you are uncomfortable, what it looked like when you were crying and trying to keep quiet and unnoticed. But most of the time he ignored you. Occasionally others would come into the room and either speak to him or approach you, but upon noticing Angel watching them they would hiss or spit a curse and slink off.

The room reminded you of those old houses from the 70s that had those drafty unfinished basements that were simply concrete floors, painted stucco or white brick. To the sicarios, it served as an overflow area, there was a rotting desk along the side wall with a metal folding chair and piles of scattered papers and random household tools on them. Against the opposite side wall was a pretty nice tv, considering, which was always playing soccer. Angel seemed to make that his home base, his lithe frame sprawled across a grandma-fabric sofa, head resting on one of the puffy arm rests. He binge-smoked cigarettes and his right hand was always stretched over his head resting against his forehead in the direction of to an end table with an massive overflowing porcelain ashtray on it. You didn’t used to mind the smell of cigarettes too much but now it makes you feel sick.

You’re ashamed of how little you actually think about your current situation and like the hopeless romantic idiot you are, mostly all you can think about is Frankie. The things he said–you knew he said mean things when he was mad, or things he didn’t mean, but isn’t there always some truth to things that are said in the heat of the moment? That was enough for you to silently spiral. You thought about every memory you had of him and how it could be viewed through the lens that Frankie just wanted to fuck you. Your self confidence was low enough it was believable, and your mind races through every instance of an older man being in a relationship with someone much younger and how of course it was predatory, and how could you not see it, that you didn’t have anything in common? It’s a tale as old as time. He just wanted to fuck you, he wanted to fuck you and dominate you, his dark desires seducing you into feeling so wanted you can’t believe you thought he loved you and didn’t see right through it.

And his friends, well, they were all in on it weren’t they, because why would they want to hang out with someone like you either? Why would men such as that actually want to be friends with you when you have never experienced half of what they have.

Fuck him. Fuck him and his lying ass, he was a fucking loser addict and you’re pissed at yourself for even considering him. Like how lonely were you?? To choose an old man with a kid who served in an institution that represented everything you hated about this country? To be so easily blinded by pretty words and love bombs to immediately take your clothes off. Because how, if he actually loved you or even like you, could he possibly have lied about something so big?! Or bought you something nice with all that fucking drug money he stole. Not that you’d want it or expected it, but why wouldn’t you want to treat someone you love as much as he claimed to?

How could he sit there and make up what happened to Tom like that, when you were being so coddling and trying to be a caring ear. And Benny…Pope...if they were your friends they should have told you, that’s what real friends do…

But they weren’t your friends. They were never your friends.

And if you went the other way, and considered that it was all true, that he did love you, that they were all your friends, and that he lied to you and threw stones to hurt you and push you away, how was that any better? You couldn't even think about a future not being with him, but obviously he could. He could watch you cry and question him and not even look at you, completely ignore you, then not even think about you again. No texts, no calls. No “I’m sorry, please come back.” Silence.

How could it be so easy for him? How can he just go about his life like you never happened? Why did you still care?

Why did you still want him?

Why did you still love him so so much. Part of you wishes they’d get on with it and just kill you. At least then you wouldn’t have to feel this excruciating pain. You wouldn’t have to see him show up to rescue you because he has to, to have to see his fucking face and every line, crinkle, scar, the bald patch in his beard and the tousled little curls that pop out of his hat…only for him to save you and then leave again, or die and then you have the guilt of killing a man who no longer loved you.

Yea. You think you’d rather die.

You feel like you’re going to throw up again. You’d let him force his cock in your mouth as far as it could go, let him tie you up and fuck you hard enough to leave bruises you had thought of as a badge of honor. You’d let him cum on your face. You’d let him fucking cum inside you! He’d gaslit you so you actually wanted him to tie you up with zip ties—-

Your heart almost stops. You can picture how his face looked exactly when he said it.

Sometimes rope can give over time.

That’s why we always used zip ties.

You look down at your bound hands.

They’re bound with rope.

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wordywarriorwrites · 2 months

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Life Is But A...

Title: Life Is But A... | AO3 | Rating: T

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F! Reader

Summary: Frankie is ready to tell his daughter about you...

Warnings: Kissing. Mild-spicy thoughts. Mention of death and medical issues (not explicit).

You’re flipping through the pages of a Little Mermaid coloring book – Cranberry Red crayon at the ready – when you feel a strong hand grip your calf.

“Got a minute?” Frankie’s deep voice rumbles through the air.

You glance at his daughter and quirk a brow, “You’ll have to ask Her Royal Highness, Princess Isabella. We are very busy, after all.”

The three-year-old little girl, with beguiling brown eyes just like her father’s, looks up from her own artistic endeavors. She cranes her neck, gaze focused on her dad, and seems to consider his request. A purple and pink bejeweled crown perched precariously on her head, lips pursed, and brow furrowed – she’s clearly thinking hard, but it’s not until Frankie says the magic words, “pretty please,” that she finally acquiesces.

It takes only a few moments to scoot the basket of shared crayons closer to her and relinquish your own, much smaller tiara and white, feather boa. You roll your old bones back into order, elbow bumping up against the plastic cup and saucer from an earlier tea party as you move from lying on your stomach to sitting up.

Frankie’s knees pop when he stands, and as you look up at him, your mind immediately switches from coloring inside the lines of Sebastian, Flounder, and Scuttle, to appreciating the broadest set of shoulders you’ve ever had the pleasure of digging your nails into. He offers you a small, knowing smile and a hand up, and you admire the strength and the flex of his bicep, your heart stuttering a bit at the way his eyes sweep over you in return. Frankie makes a motion for you to follow him, and you do just that, tiptoeing over toys and around laundry baskets. His long strides eat up the length of the hallway to the master bedroom in no time, and you’re right on his heels, stepping over the threshold when he gestures for you to enter first.

The door is left slightly ajar, allowing you both to hear his daughter and the movie playing in the background. Woody has just called Buzz “a child’s plaything” when he reaches for your hand, guiding you forward until you’re seated at the foot of the neatly made bed.

“Wanna talk to you about something,” Frankie starts.

Spine straightening, you clasp your hands in your lap, “Alright. I’m all ears.”

There’s a discernible shift – the air suddenly a little tense, a bit more serious. Lips pressed into a hard line and eyes dark with an as-yet-to-be-revealed purpose; he paces the small space between the dresser and closet like a caged lion, and you consider asking him what’s wrong, but he doesn’t give you the chance.

“I want to tell her about us,” he says, tone low and certain. “If that’s okay with you?”

Your body is engulfed with a combination of relief and excitement, as well as a hefty dose of nervousness.

You’d agreed from the start that neither one of you wanted to confuse Isabella or cause her any pain. And that pact you and Frankie made was exactly why his daughter – who is currently belting her ABCs with all the power her toddler's lungs possess – still believes you’re simply “a friend of Daddy’s from work.”

In the beginning, it had been a casual thing; more about sex (great, mind-blowing sex) and adult conversation than anything else, really. But as with all things tended to with passion and kindness, it grew, gradually morphing into something more – something significant. You knew about Isabella from day one, met her officially at month three, and then, just like that, Frankie and you were no longer simply dating.

A couple became a trio, and you were given a drawer and space in the medicine cabinet. You had a car seat installed in your sedan and your apartment was no longer a “bachelorette pad,” but a kid-friendly spot for the occasional weekend getaway. Purse staples, like lipstick, gum, and perfume, were replaced with a toddler-friendly gamepad, snacks, and sanitizing wipes. There are boxes of goldfish and teddy grahams in your cabinets, and string cheese and apple slices in the fridge.

You’ve been part of the bedtime routine – helping Isabella get into her pajamas and reading her a story before turning on the nightlight. You know she hides her peas in her potatoes and that she’s allergic to penicillin. You’ve noticed she prefers to wash her hands by herself and favors the giraffe toothbrush over the whale one.

You’ve seen Frankie handle her meltdowns and marvel at her milestones. You know about the handmade bracelet beneath the band of his watch, and that his iPod has more specialized playlists and audiobooks for her than it does for him. You’ve seen the preschool brochures and are aware of the college fund her honorary uncles, Ben, Will, and Santi, have started for her.

You also know about Isabella’s mother – have listened with a heavy heart as Frankie told you stories about their complicated past and too short-lived time together. You know the circumstances that took her away from them – the unknown, undiagnosed cardiomyopathy that snatched a mother from a five-month-old baby girl who needed her. You have smiled, lash line brimming – honored to be asked to help decorate a frame for a photograph of the very woman with whom Isabella shares the same chin and nose. It’s buttercup yellow, decorated with assorted beads and shells, and it has held a place of prominence on the nightstand ever since she got her big girl bed, which you and Frankie built together.

Isabella refers to you by your call sign, Hawk, and will “kree” excitedly whenever she runs to greet you. To her, you’re a playmate. A grown-up friend. You fix broken helicopters and sometimes sneak her cookies before dinner. You show up for movies on weekends and occasionally pick her up from daycare if Daddy is running late. The two of you work as a team to beat Frankie at Don’t Break the Ice and Go Fish. Bumper bowling and band-aids. Flus and fairy tales. Pinkie promises and potty training.

“What’re you thinking?” Frankie asks.

There’s a hole in the knee of your jeans, and you tug at a loose thread until it begins to unravel. “Is she ready?” you wonder, winding the string around your finger and pulling hard until it comes free. “Are you? Really?”

Frankie reaches for your hands. Yanks you to your feet. You meet his gaze, finding an unwavering sureness that somehow steadies you and makes the butterflies in your stomach take flight. Eyes narrowed and the corner of his mouth quirked, he switches his hold to your upper arms, giving you a squeeze and little shake for good measure. It’s all silent, affectionate admonishment for what he clearly thinks are very silly questions, but still, he follows up with a tender kiss to your forehead and softly spoken assurances.

“I’ve been working up the courage to ask you since her birthday two months ago,” he admits. “And Isabella is braver than you, me, and her uncles combined.”

It’s an assertion you can’t argue with because it’s so very, very true, so, you don’t. You just smile and nod, which prompts a hug that brings forth tears, and then, Frankie’s kissing you – gentle pecks on your damp cheeks that morph into a lip lock full of relief and love and unrestrained happiness.

The rest of the afternoon is a blur of chores and games and nap time that’s more about reading books and cuddling than actual napping. Frankie oversees the grill, while you and Isabella, sous chef extraordinaire, put a tray of fries and tater tots in the oven and set the table. Halfway through dinner is when he broaches the subject, reaching for your hand and holding it tightly while he tries to explain in toddler-friendly, simple terms that you’re more than a friend.

“You understand what I’m trying to say, querida?” Frankie finally asks.

“Daddy loves Hawk,” she chirps, swiping her index finger through a glob of ketchup and bringing it to her mouth. “Duh.”

You let out a burst of surprised laughter, and that, combined with Frankie’s admonishingly bemused, “Oh, mija!” makes Isabella kick her feet and giggle wildly. She dances in her booster seat, and as she worries a fry between her teeth and pulls the cheese off her bite-sized cuts of burger, you can’t help but smile because you adore her.

A bite of food. A sip of milk. After she’s declared she’s full and can eat no more, it’s bathtime. You do the dishes while Frankie has the fun, undoubtedly overindulging on the bubbles and toys. Row, Row, Row Your Boat echoes off the bathroom walls, but in this version, life isn’t a dream – it’s a bowl of spaghetti. You join back up with them in time to see the exciting saga that is hair combing and teeth brushing before the three of you head into Isabella’s room to get her dressed for bed.

“Daddy read,” she insists as her head pops through the shirt collar of her moon and star-themed pajamas. “Hawk tuck.”

Two books, a potty break, and another book. Then, she’s conked out, with her favorite stuffed moose in her arms and owl-patterned sheets up around her shoulders. Frankie asks you to stay the night, and you say yes, the two of you spending what remains of your evening on the couch, chatting about everything and nothing, silently agreeing that the “what now” conversation can wait for another day. By the time you climb into bed beside him, your heart is full to bursting and your cheeks hurt from smiling.

“Daddy loves Hawk,” he mimics with a snort. “That kid… Already actin’ like she knows everything.”

“Can’t imagine where she gets that from,” you quip.

He grunts, mockingly indignant, and waits for you to stretch out beside him before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. Nosing your hairline, he takes in a deep breath before exhaling a contented hum into the quiet, comfortable space between the two of you. You adjust your pillow, and when Frankie kisses you, it’s soft and sleepy, his mouth and bristly moustache brushing languidly against your lips and chin.

“I do love you,” Frankie rasps.

“I know,” you sigh. “And I love you.”

“Yeah?”

You nod, “You’re my bowl of spaghetti.”

For a moment, he looks at you – all tired-eyes and quizzical brow – but it comes to him eventually, and when you start lightly humming the song, he groans low in his throat and gives your ass a playful swat.

“You know what?” he challenges.

You jut your chin, “What?”

A pause. A sigh. Another kiss – one that sizzles and lingers until he slowly pulls away.

“You’re my bowl of spaghetti, too.”

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javipispunk · 15 days

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frankie ‘catfish’ morales x f!reader

summary: you and frankie make the best of a rainy vacation

warnings: hurricane, established relationship, smut, pwp, f!receiving oral, slight overstimulation, frankie comes in his pants,

word count: 583

a/n: this is for @undercoverpena April Shower’s Challenge! And dedicated to the loml @syd-djarin

divider by @saradika-graphics

Paradise on Earth, that's what your friends said about St Kitts and Nevis. You’re sure that is the case when it’s not the middle of hurricane season. But right now it’s down pouring with no end in sight. So much for the beach vacation you and Frankie booked for your anniversary. Not to say it’s been a complete bust though, the weather has led to more indoor activities than you had anticipated. Time you thought you would be spending on the beach is now spent in bed with Frankie’s head between your thighs, which is the true paradise on Earth.

The howling winds drown out your screams of pleasure as his tongue takes turns licking your clit and delving inside of you. He can’t get enough of your sweet, sweet pussy, as is evident by his constant moans. He’s made himself a home in your cunt. Your hips are bucking wildly at the sensation, begging for more and squirming away for some reprieve at the same time. It’s getting so intense that Frankie has to hold you down with his strong arms.

He speaks directly into your center, “you gotta relax for me baby.”

“I’m trying Frankie,” you whine.

“Feels too good huh?”

You let out a strangled moan as your answer. You’re close, you can feel it and you know Frankie can feel it too. He continues his besiege on your clit and with one final suck you are coming all over his face. Like a man starved he drinks up all of the juices that pour out of you. The over stimulation from that quickly becomes too much. You whine Frankies name again but he doesn’t respond, too lost in the euphoric haze he falls into every time he makes you orgasm. With all the strength you can muster you tug on his hair to get his attention.

When he looks up at you he looks throughouly fucked. His pupils have taken over the mass of his irises and your spend covers the whole bottom half of his face. You drag your thumb across his chin to collect some of it and bring it to your mouth. When you start to lick it up he whimpers and jerks his hips into the mattress. Anyone else might think it pathetic the way he gets off on just your pleasure, but not you. The way Frankie worships you is unlike anything you’ve ever experinced, more powerful than any storm, and louder than any beat of thunder.

You motion for him to move up your body and bring his lips to yours, tasting yourself on his tongue. You’re both a mess, panting wildly through clashes of lips and teeth, hips bucking into each other with wild abandon. You curl one hand around the back of his neck and use the other to palm him through his boxers. There's a wet spot right at his tip. It’s not a small spot either.

“Have you been leaking Frankie?” You ask him condescendingly.

He looks at you with his brown puppy dog eyes and nods.

“Poor baby. Want me to make it better?” You ask and he nods again.

You put your mouth back on his and palm him a few times. With a final squeeze he groans and spills his load into his boxers. He collapses on top of you with a big smile on his face. The rain continues to pour down as you run your fingers through his hair, causing Frankie to fall asleep.

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pimosworld · 2 months

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The ties that bind

Pairing- Dave York x f!reader x Frankie Morales

Series Summary-Dave is a private investigator who tracks down soulmates. He's tasked to find Frankie's, but what happens when he finds you and wants you all to himself?

CW-18+,MDNI, NSFW, Smut,Fluff, shameless flirting, sexual tension, MMF dynamics, MM flirting, oral (f) receiving, unprotected piv, cream pie, aftercare

WC-5.9k

A/N- I’m sorry I made you guys wait so long for this but I promise it was worth it. We just have a few chapters left before I say goodbye to these three and I’m glad they finally figured it out.

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Chapter VI

“I know you’ve explained it already but repeat it back to me.” You bite your fingernails as you pace in front of the couch.

“Honey I can explain it to you a thousand times, you’re still going to have to hear it from them.” Alicia says after her attempt at calming you down. The story Santi told her sounded so far-fetched you didn’t believe it at first and then you needed to hear it again to be sure.

“I just find it hard to believe they would go through such great lengths for me.” You narrowly miss the pillow she throws at your head from her spot on the couch.

“I told you about talking down on yourself.” She points a finger at you. “You’re a fucking catch and you have the upper hand so talk to them and see where it goes.”

****

It sounds easy enough but you weren’t even sure where to begin. You’re just glad your current predicament didn’t seem to be affecting Alicia and Santiago’s relationship. You loved seeing her so happy and told her not to worry about you. You had plenty of time to think since you spent most nights alone while he whisked her off on dates.

You were taking your sweet time responding to Dave and Frankie wanting them to squirm a little after what they put you through. You did appreciate their persistence. The daily good morning texts even with no response from you. Flowers overflowing your apartment and the record store. Your boss had stopped by on a rare occasion and raved about how you’d been decorating the place. You wanted to turn down the money he left knowing how expensive flowers were and you didn’t have it in you to even begin to explain where they all came from.

After a week and a half they were slowly wearing you down. Frankie sent you his attempt at a selfie while he was in the helicopter in his aviators. He cut off half his face but it still had you weak in the knees.

Frankie: image

Frankie: just in case you forgot what i look like

You wanted to respond so badly but you opted to just like the photo.

Dave:image

Dave: thinking of you

The extreme close up of the hummingbird practically brought tears to your eyes, but that could also be your hormones. You can see the vibrant colors on its back and the blur of its wings as it feeds from a petunia in the park.

It was inevitable that you were going to cave, but you wanted it to be on your terms. Over the course of the next week you spoke to both of them separately. You called them and heard both of their stories…the truth this time. As bizarre as the whole thing sounded you were relieved when their explanation matched up and you could tell they were being genuine. You’ve never heard two men apologize so much in your life.

Dave had to return home for a few days and Frankie was busy with work so you decided to meet at the end of the week to all talk in person about what you were going to do going forward.

****

“You’re gonna be late if you keep fussing with it.” Alicia says perched on your dresser as you fidget with the little black dress she let you borrow. As uncomfortable as it was in the beginning, wearing her clothes always brought out another side of you.

“I’m just taking a page out of your book.” You point at her in the mirror. “Fashionably late…plus I want them to squirm a little.”

She stares at you with an incredulous look on her face. “What have I done to you?”

In all honesty she’s given you a boost of confidence that you sorely needed over the years of your friendship. You’ve learned to ask for the things you want and not take no for an answer. You’d spent years being told you weren’t good enough or didn’t fit the part by your step mom and your ex and ultimately the rejection from your dad had you really believing those things were true.

Anyone else may have grown tired of constantly reminding you that you deserve to take up space. She never did and would be there every step of the way to prove it to you time and time again.

You suppose that’s why she’s such a good fit for Santi. He needed someone to be his match, to challenge him when no one else would. To show him what it was like to laugh again and enjoy the little things.

You put the finishing touches on your makeup as she hops down from the dresser. “You call me either way.”

“Of course.” You wave your phone in front of her face as she crosses her arms.

“Just know I’m extremely jealous of you right now.” She trails behind you as you make your way to the front door a little wobbly in your heels.

“Nothing to be jealous of…this could all crash and burn in my face.” A sudden wave of fear waves over you at the prospect but you shove that down.

“I highly doubt that hon.” She spins you once and places a kiss on your forehead. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She’s leaning precariously in the doorway as you step out into the hallway.

“Would you do this?” You ask sheepishly.

“In a heartbeat.” The door shuts in your face and you’re left in the quiet. Only the sound of your heels clicking on the ground echo as you head to the elevator.

****

“If you’re gonna keep fussing with your tie you might as well not wear one.” Dave says as Frankie pulls uncomfortably at the collar of his dress shirt.

They’re sitting in the lounge where you all agreed to meet to discuss things and Frankie hasn’t been this nervous since his pilots exam. Dave is the picture of calm as he relaxes back in the blue crushed velvet seat.

“Where am I gonna put it?” Frankie aggressively rips the tie from his neck.

“Put it in your pocket or something.” Dave bites out as he leans forward to take a sip of his drink.

The two of them probably look ridiculous sitting here bickering. It’s been an uncomfortable few minutes since they finished their conversation about how the night could go.

Frankie was preparing for you to tell him that you would need to think things over for awhile since they lied to you initially and he didn’t come to you genuinely and say who he was from the beginning.

Dave was prepared for you to tell him that you were obviously going to choose your soulmate and that he was a creep for leading you on and basically stalking you in the process. He seems calm on the outside but inside he’s cursing the thought of returning to his lonely life of helping others find what he so desperately missed.

Frankie leans forward as he glances at his watch. “We said seven right? It’s been a little while.” He wrings his hands together nervously. “What if she doesn’t show?”

Dave swirls the glass in his hand as he looks over at Frankie. “Relax…she’ll be here.”

They both turn their heads as the sound of heels on marble floors sound in the room.

****

It’s serendipitous walking into the hotel lounge where weeks ago you and Alicia tried and failed at finding love. The very same lounge where you both decided that this was it and you were probably going to end up marrying each other and riding off into the sunset.

You see them before they see you.

Dave is sitting back in the chair, legs spread wide with a glass of amber liquid twirling in his hand. He’s wearing a fitted black suit with his hair combed back. Frankie looks about as nervous as you feel as he leans forward muttering something to Dave. You can’t hear his reply but he looks unbothered. He’s ditched his signature cap and his loose brown curls are styled somewhat to frame his face. He’s got on black slacks and his white dress shirt is unbuttoned a little so you can see a sliver of his tan chest peeking out. If you were a weaker woman you’d forgo any conversation and ask for Dave’s room key right now.

It’s the click.click.click of your heels that brings their attention to you as you approach the table.

****

“Holy shit.” Dave speaks first and for all his practiced effort to keep it cool his resolve quickly crumbles as he sees you approach wearing something entirely not you but such a welcome surprise.

He would tell Frankie to close his mouth if his wasn’t hanging agape at the short silk, black dress. The barely there straps that he could break with his teeth and the front plunging low enough to see your sternum.

You’re standing there expectantly and he quickly realizes neither have them have spoken a word since you waltzed up to them.

Just as Frankie is about to speak a waiter appears at your side. “Excuse me miss, would you like something to drink?” His eyes linger over you a second too long Dave’s nostrils flare in annoyance.

“Gin and tonic with lime please.” You say politely as you sit in the open seat in front of them. Doing your best to cross your ankles to not give them a view you’re not ready for. The dress rides up your thighs as you sit on the soft velvet seat and Frankie’s eyes flit briefly to them as he clears his throat and adjusts in his seat.

You’ve barely said a word and you’ve got both men wrapped around your finger. You’re completely unaware of the predicament you’ve been in since your little stunt at the country bar and this is only making it worse.

“So I suppose you both have some things to say before I tell you my thoughts.” There’s a slight air of confidence to your tone as you survey both men.

Frankie glances at Dave before clearing his throat. “Listen, I'm sure you’re sick of hearing our apologies.” You nod once before letting him continue. “I still have to say I’m sorry for lying to you. I wrongly assumed you would just toss Dave aside.”

“Thanks.” Dave responds dryly and you have to suppress your laugh. It’s obvious they’ve formed some sort of connection that hopefully plays into your favor.

The waiter returns with your drink trying to gauge whatever interaction is playing out in front of him. You all awkwardly wait until he’s out of ear shot to continue.

“Anyways…everything else I told you was the truth. Including the fact that I think I’m falling in love with you.” The last part is rushed out as your eyes go wide. A small part of you thought you might be moving too fast, but the feelings you were developing for both of them were hard to deny.

Frankie wishes the floor would swallow him up whole right now. His practiced speech went out the window when he saw you walk in the room.

You take a sip of your drink and direct your attention to Dave.

“I don’t regret what I did.” Dave states matter of factly as Frankie brings his head up from staring at the floor. Of all the things you expected him to say it certainly wasn’t that. “If I could do it all over again the only thing I would do differently is tell you who I was as soon as Frankie met you.” His voice is low as he leans in a little closer. “Even if you never want to speak to me again, I’m glad I did all those things for you and I never lied when I said I care about you a lot. So much that it scares me.”

You finish the rest of your drink and sit back in your seat. This is really starting to feel like an episode of the bachelor and if they don’t accept your proposal you suppose more than one person is going to get hurt.

“Well…” You fidget with your hands momentarily as your voice shakes a little. “I appreciate your honesty…even if it’s a little late. I’m relieved to know that you feel the same way about me that I feel about you.”

Frankie feels like he can breathe a sigh of relief that he didn’t just make a complete fool of himself.

“I’m not choosing.” You say with finality and Dave raises an eyebrow at you from across the table. “I don’t think I should have to after what you two put me through. So if you want out, now is your chance.”

****

You’re all three or four drinks deep, now the only ones in the hotel lounge. You’ve been swapping horrible dating stories and they’ve been swapping some more classified stories that you don’t care to remember for fear of your personal safety. These two unassuming and charming men have seen some things in their lifetime that you would never have imagined. It’s thrilling in a way to know how dangerous they are but when it comes to you they’re inculpable.

Neither one budged when you told them you weren’t going to choose and now that you’re sitting here a little more comfortable sharing the loveseat with Frankie as Dave relaxes back in the chair next to you it almost seems like this is how it was supposed to be.

Frankie’s strong hands rub small circles along the exposed part of your thigh. “So he calls you hummingbird?”

“That was our secret.” You say playfully to Dave as he brushes his fingers along your knuckles.

“Well, you share the tattoo with Francisco so I figured I should tell him.” He turns your hand over in his tracing the lines of the tattoo on your wrist.

“You don’t have to call me Francisco.” Frankie’s breath is hot on your neck as he’s moved a little closer to you.

“What if I want to?” Dave’s voice is anything but innocent as you watch a moment pass between him and Frankie.

This could work.

Frankie leans in whispering something as his lips brush your ear. He has to resist biting it as he sees the goosebumps raise on your skin at the close contact. Something in the air has shifted throughout the night and he’s done trying to overthink it.

“Who’s telling secrets now.” Dave grabs your foot that was trailing up his leg, your heels have been long discarded. His hands start to kneed and rub and you have to stifle a moan at how good it feels.

“I was just telling her what hummingbird means in Spanish…so we can have our own little name.” Frankie’s feeling bold as he kisses your neck. “Isn’t that right?”

You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or the sensation of both of their hands on you but a pleasant buzz is running through your body.

A throat clears behind you and you lean your head back against Frankie as you lock eyes with the waiter. He looks a little annoyed but straightens up Dave and Frankie put their attention on him.

“The lounge is closing for the night so-“

“Charge it to my room please. Dave York, Capri Penthouse suite.” Dave cuts him off and he’s gone before he could finish his sentence.

It’s quiet for a moment as you wait to see who’s going to speak first. You definitely don’t want the night to end yet but you have no idea where their heads are at. You exhale and look them dead in the eyes before you lose the courage to say what you’ve been wanting since they both walked into your lives.

“I want you both.” They nod at each other but you’re certain they don’t interpret your true meaning.

“We’re yours.” Dave says genuinely as he looks at Frankie.

“Tonight.” It’s not a question, more of a statement as they both look at you wide eyed. Frankie tenses behind you and Dave’s shocked expression has you a little worried. It’s bold and so unlike you, you’re sick of doing the predictable thing. You want them and they clearly want you so these are your terms.

Dave slides forward in his chair. “You’ve been drinking…” he whispers as if you’re not the only ones left in the lounge. “We don’t want to take advantage.” He emphasizes we….assuming Frankie feels the same and he nods at him.

“We’ve all been drinking… and I made up my mind last night.” You gather your purse in your hand and start to stand. “Unless you don’t want to and we can discuss this at a later…”

“No.” “No.” You have to chuckle at their sudden enthusiasm.

Frankie’s mind already starts to wander to all the things they could do to you. Things they could show you. All the ways he could make you come apart. Two hands are better than one and four hands….

It’s a little shocking to Dave that this scenario had never crossed his mind but it’s clear neither of them were about to let this opportunity pass them by, if even for one night.

“I’ll give you two a moment to talk, I need to make a phone call.” You walk just out of ear shot to call Alicia who is no doubt picking up on the first ring.

****

“I didn’t bring a change of clothes.” You can hear her sigh and probably shaking her head on the other end of the line.

“Clothes!…that’s what you’re worried about right now? I will bring you a change of clothes in the morning if you manage to pull this off.”

You’re standing at the edge of the lounge door, not wanting to turn around and see whatever heated conversation could be going on behind you.

“I’m mostly stalling, and mentally preparing myself to call a ride home in case they think this is crazy.” This is crazy right, how was this the next logical step in your brain. It all sounded right bouncing around in your head throughout the week and now your nerves seem to be getting the best of you.

“Deep breaths…I doubt anyone with two eyes would turn down and offer like this.” Alicia mumbles something incoherent on the other end but you can take a guess as to what she may have said.

You duck your head as some loud guests enter the lobby heading back to their room after a night on the town. You don’t know why you’re shying away, it’s not as if they could possibly know what’s going on behind you.

****

“You said this would go one of two ways.” Frankie says as he fidgets with the label on his empty beer.

“I know what I said…it’s just of course I didn’t expect…do you not want-“ Dave’s brief moment of clarity cuts through the sexual tension. Not even realizing what he’s asking of Frankie who’s already given up so much.

“No, of course I want this.” His voice is sure and it’s the first time he actually says out loud the thing he’s been thinking since that first day in the coffee shop when he met Dave. Nothing in his wildest dreams would’ve imagined him here in this exact scenario.

They’re both quiet for a moment, a little hesitant after admitting something that most men wouldn’t be brave enough to counter. It feels like that moment when you’re lucid and you don’t want to wake up because the dream is just too good. The lights in the lounge are perfectly dim casting a shadow along the walls. You’re standing there against the doorway, looking adorable and exposed in your shirt black dress and your heels haphazardly buckled because you didn’t want to walk barefoot away from the proposition you just dropped in their waiting laps.

“Have you ever?” Dave asks timidly no ridicule evident in his tone.

“Yes, but I didn’t care about them this way.” Once or twice when he was stationed overseas because Pope wrangled him into it, long before he was married. “I doubt she ever has.”

Dave surveys you for a moment as you chance a look over your shoulder. “There’s no need to rush this, if this isn’t going to be the only time. I think it’s fair if you take the lead.”

Frankie should be nervous or anxious at the prospect of your first time together being watched by Dave. There’s something else drumming below the surface as his voyeuristic tendencies start to rear their head. Frankie adjusts himself trying to hide his excitement as Dave’s eyes linger too long on him.

****

You’re glad you walked away to give you and them a moment to collect yourselves. You didn’t want to be present for any uncomfortable conversation if either of them decided this was just too much.

You can see it in their eyes as you approach, it’s clear what decision they’ve made.

“So boys…are we doing this?”

Frankie stands and takes your hand in his as Dave slides the room key out of his pocket. “Baby…we’re all yours.”

****

“You wore this to talk?” Dave’s fingers lift the strap of your lace bra as he slides down, brushing his thumb across your nipple through the soft fabric.

“What can I say? I like to be prepared.” You bite your lip as small goosebumps raise across your skin.

Frankie has to shake his head at the sentiment. The act you put on is not as innocent as he previously thought. Maybe your friend gave you a little push in the right direction.

He’ll have to thank her later when she doesn’t want to kill him.

Both of them standing in front of you, patiently waiting for your next move has you feeling a little exposed.

Dave can sense some hesitation from you, you’re staring anywhere but at them as your hand covers your stomach.

His hand cups your face, as he brushes his thumb across your jaw. “We don’t have to do this hummingbird.” You can see it in his eyes, how deeply he cares for you in that moment.

“No, I want to…it’s just. I’ve never done this before.” You gesture between the two men and laugh a little.

They both hold such serious faces then, not wanting to make a joke of your vulnerability. You are opening this part of yourself to both of them.

Dave leans in, his lips brushing yours as you melt into the kiss. He turns your jaw slightly and Frankie is at your side, his large palm replacing yours across your stomach and then caressing your hip.

His forehead meets yours for a moment, just breathing you in before he dives in for a kiss. It’s like shockwaves whenever you touch him, the feeling skates down your spine into your toes and you’re leaning into his touch.

Dave presses you impossibly closer, the growing bulge in his pants pressed against your back and the added pressure of his hand kneading your breast. You reach your hand back, reveling in the way Dave moans into your ear as you palm his cock through his jeans. The other hand tangled in Frankie’s hair as he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth.

“We’re gonna take real good care of you baby, aren’t we Dave?” His breath ghosts over your lips in a whisper.

Dave just hums in response, he’s letting Frankie take the control. He wants him to have this with you. He’s already been given the world, now's not the time to get greedy.

“Lay down on the bed.” Frankie hooks his finger around you, making quick work of your bra before he lets you go.

You haven’t been this exposed for anyone since your ex and he used to look at you in disgust, all the tattoos that weren’t his.

They’re staring at you now like a painting in a museum. It almost takes your breath away at the thought of him finally seeing his artwork adorned on the body meant solely for him.

“Jesus…you’re beautiful.” Frankie half whispers to himself as you sit on the edge of the bed, gesturing to their clothes.

They almost mirror each other as they strip their dress shirts and slacks. You’re practically salivating at the two of them stripped down to their matching black boxers and tan bodies. Dave looks over to Frankie and whistles and you can see the red flush creep up his neck. It’s a relief to know you weren’t the only one this nervous.

Frankie nods his head and Dave takes the spot behind you against the pillows. He crooks a finger at you to join him and you crawl over settling in the spot between his legs. You lay your body back against him and you can feel his hard cock through his boxers as he adjusts to get you more comfortable.

“We’ll go slow…this time.” Frankie says as he crawls on the bed, fitting his broad shoulders between your legs. His fingers hook into the lace of your panties as he slowly slides them down your legs. His eyes are dark as he sets them on his prize and you swear you see him lick his lips.

Your ex would go down on you occasionally but you could tell he was unsure of himself and so you never really could enjoy it.

Frankie takes his time as he kisses at your stomach and nips at your thigh. Dave’s strong hands knead your breast and you giggle a little as he whispers in your ear that he knows you’re ticklish. The laughter dies in your throat as Frankie licks a stripe through your slit. His groan reverberates through you as you let out a soft whimper. Your senses are on overdrive as Dave’s hands work your body and Frankie’s mouth devours you whole.

Frankie doesn’t care that he has to share with the way you’re looking at him and the sweet noises you’re making he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven. You cry out his name as your hands tug on his curls. He’ll do anything to have you say his name a thousand times over while his face is buried between your thighs. “Fuck…Frankie I’m gonna come.” You pant out between breaths.

“Come for me hermosa, I want to hear you.” He dips two fingers into your pussy as his tongue works circles around your clit.

Dave’s not sure how he thought tonight would go. He hoped you would forgive them both and maybe find a way for everyone to get what they want. He didn’t expect to have you splayed out in front of him while Frankie takes you apart.

He’s always thought himself confident in the bedroom but he may have to ask Frankie what exactly he’s doing to elicit these noises. His cock twitches at every moan and whimper as you squirm against him.

You arch your back into him and whine, he can tell you’re close the way your whole body shakes.

“I’ve got you baby, you can let go.”

It has to be Dave in your ear because Frankie hasn’t come up for air. You can feel the coil tighten inside as your fingers grip his hair. He growls as you pull him closer.

He’s missed this feeling, the craving for someone so bad you can feel it in your gut.

He can taste it on his tongue, the moment you break and cry out his name. Your voice is hoarse and he’s barely had his fill of you.

He looks up from between your thighs and locks eyes with Dave. Your chest is heaving as he holds you close trying to calm your breathing. there isn’t an ounce of regret in the way he’s looking at you both. Like this is exactly what’s been missing from his life.

Frankie rubs his hands down your body, slowly bringing you back to him. He kisses that crease of soft skin before he raises up and captures your lips in his, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. “Don’t you taste so good?” He rasps against your lips.

“Mhm.” Is all you can manage as Frankie squeezes your thigh, dimpling your skin between his fingers.

“I think Dave wants a taste.” Frankie nudges you back as Dave moves down beside you.

You can feel Frankie take the spot on the other side as Dave takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Gently holding you there while you catch your breath. When he presses his lips to yours it’s softer than you would imagine. The hard set line of his jaw and his intense stare don’t let on to the tender touch of his hand.

His hand drifts from your chin to cup the back of your head further deepening the kiss as you both moan at the sensation. He’s achingly hard against your stomach as he rolls his hips into you, pulling you impossibly closer.

You reach down and palm him through his boxers but he carefully grabs your hand pulling it up to his lips, placing a kiss to your palm. “Not tonight hummingbird.” You tense up at the slight rejection but he’s quick to assure you. “You’ve already made me the happiest man alive, I can be patient and wait my turn.” He looks over your shoulder to Frankie with some unspoken words as they effortlessly roll you to face him.

Frankie’s hair is a wild mess as you reach over and run your fingers through it. “Sorry about this.”

Dave laughs as he presses his lips to your shoulder. “I don’t know, I kinda like it.”

If there was a competition on who could make Frankie blush, Dave would be winning by a landslide.

Frankie suddenly looks a little shy. “We can stop now, if you want too.”

“No Frankie…I need you.” You surge forward and kiss him as you feel two fingers dip into your entrance. A small gasp leaves your lips as Dave works your open. Frankie’s pulling his boxers down in one swift movement as you try not to balk at the sheer size of him.

“I’m gonna go slow okay?” His breath fans across your face as you nod. Dave groans behind you as he pulls his fingers out dragging them slowly up and circling your clit. You whine and drop your head back on his shoulder as he lifts your leg over Frankie’s hip.

You only let the two of them talk briefly about tonight and yet it’s like they’ve mapped it out for weeks. They have the blueprint to your body’s every need and they work together like they’ve studied you for years. You’re not afraid to call it what it is anymore…it feels even more than love to you the way you all fit within each other. Dave at your back and Frankie at your front, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes like you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to this world.

Frankie reaches between you to grip his cock, sliding the tip between your lips as you shudder. He pushes in slowly, experimentally rolling his hips as you grip his shoulders. Dave is nearly silent behind you as he places his hand along your abdomen, feeling the way you breathe. You grit your teeth at the slight pain that gives way to pleasure as he buries himself to the hilt. You wait there a moment, your foreheads pressed together as he tries to catch his breath.

“Frankie please…” A stray tear rolls down your face as the sensation takes over your body. The feeling of Frankie’s cock inside you has you clenching around him.

“Fuck me…” Frankie hisses and Dave has to chuckle at the sentiment of you fucking him. “You’re so tight baby.”

Frankie starts a slow agonizing pace and you can feel every ridge and vein as he drags his cock in and out, his eyes flit down to where you’re connected so he can watch the way your pussy takes him so well. He’s not going to last the way you feel right now and the way Dave’s looking at him. You bury your head into his neck, crying out his name as he picks up the pace, his grip tightens on your hips as Dave squeezes your stomach making Frankie jerk his head up to him.

He can feel him and he knows it, your legs pull him in further as you match his thrusts and he finally locks eyes with Dave. He can see it in his eyes and he hopes he’s not wrong as Frankie leans in kissing him feverishly. He’s dizzy with the scent of you and Dave on his tongue.

“Oh fuck Frankie.” You’re shaking as you whine into his neck.

“You gonna come for me?” Dave’s voice cuts through the moans and sharp breaths and Frankie doesn’t know who he means but he’s dangerously close.

Dave’s hand trails down from your stomach to rub your clit, his hand is pressed between your bodies and Frankie bites down on his lip to keep from coming right then, he wants to wait for you. He has too.

It’s delirium having them all over you, inside you. You open your mouth as a silent scream leaves it, Frankie’s lips are on yours breathing it in as you come apart in his arms. You can feel his hips stuttering as Dave grips his arm. “Mierda, díme.”

“English Francisco.” Dave grits out behind you.

“Come inside me please…” Frankie groans as he pulses hot ropes of cum inside your pussy as you flutter with the aftershocks. You can feel a warm wet spot on your back as you cling to Frankie, his cock still pulsing inside you as you whimper at the overstimulation.

It takes you all a minute to come down from your high and Dave rolls out of the king size bed to the en-suite bathroom. Frankie’s kissing your sweat soaked forehead as you rub circles on his back, still tangled up in him.

“Okay lovebirds, I need to clean you up.” Dave says as he dips onto the side of the bed, wiping your back carefully with a warm washcloth. You glance at him over your shoulder as he blushes. “Not a word.” You laugh and mock zipping your lips.

There’s a moment after he’s done where you’re unsure where to go from here. You can tell Frankie feels the same as he sits on the edge of the bed.

Dave clears his throat as he takes his spot on the other side of you. “Generally speaking people sleep under the covers.” He pulls them back as you and Frankie deflate, his relieved smile etched across his face. It feels right between them, maybe a little hot at the moment but you know it’s where you’re supposed to be.

You nestle in between the two of them as your eyes start to drift off to sleep.

“Hermosa?” Frankie’s sleepy voice sounds from behind you. “You speak Spanish?”

“In a pinch.”

Dave snorts into the pillow as you both burst out into laughter. Ya this feels right

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rosepascal · 4 months

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💌 hello there rosette

it is i, sel, with a valentines day request for you!!!

would you perhaps be willing to write a little oblivious friends to lovers drabble for frankie morales please?? (as in they're in love but both of them think the other doesn't feel the same way)

also this is an extremely cute event idea and i am so excited to see what writing you bless us with!!!

ilysm rosie!!!!

💌💘💐🍓🍭🧁🌈🎀🧸🩰🫧💖💌

SEL!!! tyty for sending one in bestie <333 Ugh u know I love my frankie

thank you @ayoungpascallover for helping with the Spanish dialogue.

Send a Valentine <3

Frankie might be the worst wingman ever. Well to be fair he isn't really trying to set you up with anyone but still. He only has himself to blame for being stuck at some fancy ass bar that he doesn't belong in watching the girl of his dreams flirt with other guys.

He can feel the jealously burning in him but he really only has his time to blame. He's been harboring a crush on you for so long time and he's too much of a coward to say anything.

So instead when you mentioned how sad your love life has been lately he offered to be your wing man. Great move.

This bar sucked. The lighting is basically nonexistent so your eyes hurt trying to see anything. The drinks are overpriced and it feels like all the guys are just trying to get into your pants. You glance over towards Frankie who was standing across the bar. You sigh as you take another sip of your drink, wishing you were home instead.

Preferably in Frankie's arms. Even in the low light he looked so handsome. That raggedy baseball cap of his is gone letting his soft curls be free. What were you thinking? No one can take your mind off Frankie.

Ever since you met the guy you harbored a small crush on him. I mean how could you not? He's handsome, sweet, strong and a wonderful dad. Who doesn't love a single dad? But he's shown zero interest in you and he even offered to help set you up with other guys. Finishing off your drink you decide its time to go.

"Ready?" You ask Frankie as you lean your head against his shoulder.

"Absolutely." He wraps an arm around you and the two of you leave, deciding to drive to the nearest shitty fast food place and get a burger.

"That place was such a ripoff." You groan as you lean back in the booth. Frankie nods as he eats his fries.

"It's hopeless, I'm gonna be single forever." You throw a fry onto the tray and frown.

"No digas eso, preciosa"

"Come on Frank, you know it's true. When was the last time any guy showed an ounce of interest in me?" Frankie hesitates.

He knows the answer. Two minutes ago when he fell in love with your laugh again. Or yesterday when you fell asleep on his shoulder after movie night. To think that you can sit there and not realize how beautiful you are. It doesn't make any sense to him.

"Are you kidding me? Look at you. You're kind, funny, smart." He takes a deep breath and braces himself for whatever this conversation is going to bring.

"Todo sobre ti es perfecto." Your eyes fall to the table. Those are the words you've always dreamed of hearing from him.

"Don't say that unless you're trying to get me to fall in love with you." You say semi jokingly.

When he doesn't laugh you look back up. The tension is thick between the two of you.

"Would that be such a bad thing?" Is this real? Is he really saying what you think he is?

"No, it wouldn't." You say softly.

"I love you, and I should have said something a long time ago but I'm saying it now." Frankie watches your face as it remains unchanging. Every passing second is a stab to his heart. This was a mistake, he knew it.

"Frankie, I've been wanting to hear that for so long. I love you too." He lets out a laugh of relief and you smile. Soon the two of you are laughing together. In happiness and realizing how clueless you both have been.

"Let's get out of here." You say eagerly.

Dumping your trash you hurry back to privacy of his car. As you get in his cups your face and kisses you feverishly. Your hand snakes to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of his soft curls.

"Want to come back to my place?" You ask breathlessly as you rest your forehead against his. Without a word he smirks and starts his car.

You feel so silly thinking of how long you've both been pining after each other and all the time you could have had. But you can't focus on that now, not when you have so much to look forward to with Frankie by your side.

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autumnleaves1991-blog · 12 days

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Frankie Morales x F! Reader

No warnings. Enjoy!

“William,” you put your hands on your hips, gloves drenched in blood. “Sit the fuck down.”

“Calm down,” Will groans, “quit nagging me, I don’t remember marrying you.”

“Ha,” you chuckle, exasperated, “you don’t remember that night in Vegas?”

“Don’t tease me honey,” Will sits down giving you a dopey smile, “I’m injured.”

You smack his shoulder, giving yourself some small satisfaction when he winces. But it does the trick, you smile, shaking your head. “I wouldn’t marry you in a million years, Miller. I’m saving myself for someone special.”

Will grins, glancing back over his shoulder at Frankie before giving you a quick wink. “Who is this special someone?”

You quickly glance over to see Frankie look over at you, his face somber and his eyes wide as he stares you down. You don’t break contact, licking your lips and quietly whispering, “somebody I love.”

His breath catches and he looks at Will and back and you subtly shake your head. “I love you, Frankie.”

The whole group is silent, nothing but the patter of rain hitting the leaves echoing across the jungle. He slowly rises to his feet, crossing over to you his hands brushing your cheeks as he tugs you closer. His breath but a wisp away when he whispers, “am I someone special?” His voice tinged with vulnerability as he awaits your answer.

A smile breaking across your lips as you answer, “the most special man I know.”

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wrappedinthemilkyway · 22 days

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Wet

Pairing: Frankie "Catfish" Morales x Reader

Summary: You and Frankie both need to be up early the next day but Frankie's been thinking about you.

Warnings: MINORS DNI, pure filthy smut no plot, established relationship, dirty talk, subby Frankie (but he has his moments), switch Frankie and switch reader (kinda), creampie, squirting, dry humping, cumming in clothing, petnames (some in Spanish), riding, SLIGHT anal and wedgie play (blink and you'll miss it), bit of nipple play, dacryphilia / crying during sex, praise (like, an obscene amount of it)

Word count: 2.5k

a/n: i'm ovulating, sorry :/

It had started off innocent, holding each other as you attempted to fall asleep. You’d both decided to head to bed earlier than usual, needing to be up early the next day.

But you and Frankie couldn’t sleep.

You’d started kissing. Small pecks at first, smiles between them, a declaration of love and a way of pouring that love into the other. But then Frankie cupped your face, holding it gently in place as he started pressing deeper kisses onto your lips, keeping them against each other longer.

“Frankie.” You’d tried to warn, his name falling from your lips in half-reprimand.

“Just wanna kiss you like this, baby. I’ll be good, I promise.” He whispered against your lips. His raspy voice shot right through your body, a tightness forming in your core that you knew you’d be unable to stop.

He kept up his kisses until they became sloppier, tongues circling, teeth grazing and pulling at each other’s lips. You sighed into his mouth, pressing your body even closer into him, and you could feel him smile against your lips at the feeling of you slowly giving in.

He brought his hand up from your lower back, tracing it up the sides of your body until it reached your breast. He cupped you in his hand, feeling how soft you sat in his palm. He started to move his hand across the flesh with pressure, each motion of his hand causing a delicious friction on your nipple.

“Frankie.” You tried to warn again, but the pressure that had started to build in your body made your voice come out shakier than you needed it to.

The bud started to tighten, pronouncing itself through your t-shirt, calling for Frankie. You let out a moan as he began to tug and play with it.

“Yeah, that feel good baby?”

He pinched your nipple harder, a mix of pleasure and pain that moved down to your clit.

He moved onto your other nipple, playing with it until he could feel your heart hammering through your chest. Your resolve was slipping, Frankie knew.

He’d been thinking about this all day, thinking about how badly he needed you. He couldn’t help himself, even if he knew you’d both be tired the next day.

He moved your hips, angling them so that his thigh was pressed between yours, encouraging you to rut your pussy onto him.

Another moan caught in your throat and you looked up at Frankie with desperate eyes.

“Frankie, please - make me feel good.” Any inhibition that you’d had earlier had disappeared, the throb of your pussy steadily growing.

His hands moved to your waist to pull you closer, directing your movement over his thigh. You sigh at the feeling, grinding yourself down onto his thigh.

“You look so pretty like this, querida.” He kissed your cheek and nipped at your jaw. “Rubbing your little pussy on my thigh like you’re in heat.”

Your body began to tremble as the pleasure started spreading from your clit. His thigh was rubbing you exactly like you needed him to. You could only pant, breath staggered at how he was making you feel.

He pulled you closer, placing his arm across your back as he flipped you over on top of him. The new angle let you feel the press of his cock on your pussy, and you immediately went back to your rutting.

He let out a groan at the feeling of you moving your hips on top of him, the pleasure building up in his own core. You let out your own moans and gasps, the rut of your hips not stopping.

You try to move off him to take your shirt off but his arm keeps you caged against him, not allowing you to get up from the position you’d taken.

You lift your head to look at him, eyes meeting.

“You feel so good on my pussy, Frankie.” Tears had started to build up in your eyes.

“Yeah? You’re doing so good baby, making your pussy feel good all by yourself. Keep going, amor.” He moved one of his hands down to your ass, pulling the material of your shorts up so that the seam teased at both holes.

You felt yourself clench, a moan tearing through your throat as you sped up your hips, desperate to feel good.

He started playing with your shorts and panties, pulling them up and down. The tears that had welled up in your eyes kept building, the look on your face becoming more and more dazed as you began to drip through layers of clothing.

Your sounds came out soft and high pitch, the thin rope tethering you to this earth beginning to snap.

Frankie’s cock twitched, throbbing as your pussy moved against him.

“Just like that baby, doing so good, so so good.” He kissed the top of your head, moving his hips so his cock was finally rubbing you back. “Making them kiss, hm baby?”

“Frankie-” It was a short sharp cry of his name before your whole body coiled on top of him.

You shook through your orgasm, body heaving as you breathed through it sharply. You gushed from your cunt, arousal pouring out of you. You could feel the wetness pool and drip forward onto your clit even with the material of your clothes there to interrupt.

“That’s it baby, cum in your pretty panties, get them nice and wet for me, hm. Getting your shorts all fucking wet too.”

Frankie’s cock ached painfully, and he was unable to tell whether the sudden wetness he felt was from the precome he was dripping or from the way you’d just come on top of him.

Your whole body went limp on his, legs twitching and eyes still rolled to the back of your head from the feeling of it all. But you couldn’t stop.

You kept rutting your hips against him, the overwhelming wetness making it even easier than before.

“Fuck-” Frankie whined, stomach clenching as he felt himself get pushed closer to his own peak.

“Want you to cum in your clothes too Frankie, want us to be dirty together.” You moaned out, voice high pitch and choked as you kept up your motions. “Wanna eat your cum when it’s all sticky in your boxers.”

Frankie couldn’t hold back anymore, coming with a loud whine, stomach clenched and toes curling so hard he thought his leg would cramp. His cock jumped in his shorts, shot after shot of his cum soaking through the material of his boxers and pajamas.

He pulled you as close to him as possible, pussy pressed firmly against him as you felt his pants get warm and wet beneath you. Your pussy clenched in response, the wetness of your clothes and his allowing for each pulse to be felt.

“Ah, ah, ah- fuck, ah.” He couldn’t stop, arms shaky and whole body covered in sweat at how hard he came.

“Mmmm, so good Frankie, did so good.” You kissed him, hands on his chest feeling the erratic beat of his heart. “You made such a mess, baby.” You emphasised your point by wiggling your hips on top of his, the action causing a loud moan to tear out of both of you. “This what you wanted? Wanted us to cum together like this, baby?”

“Made my cock feel so good, you always make my cock feel good, querida.” He answered, words jumbled as he spoke through the aftershocks. “Never want to stop, want you on my cock always.”

“Frankie-” You choked out, his words keeping your heart rate pulsing at your clit. You sat up, blood rushing to your ears, making them ring.

“I’m gonna sit on your cock, okay baby?” You asked, sounding completely wrecked as you moved to take your shirt off. “Gonna bounce on it for you until the whole bed is soaked, okay?”

His cock was already starting to harden, not there yet but quickly fighting for more. Desperate for more.

“Fuck, yes- bounce on my cock princesa, it’s all yours.” He moaned.

“Yeah, it’s mine?” You finally took off your shirt, nipples so hard it was painful.

“All yours, all of it.” His eyes scanned your chest, his own nipples hard beneath his top. You ran your hands over them, flicking them and feeling as his hips bucked up.

“Take your shirt off, Frankie.”

He struggled to comply, head dizzy from the pleasure, body weak and slow in its movement. He managed to prop himself up enough to take it off before his body gave out and he slumped onto the mattress again.

You ran your hands over his chest and stomach, featherlight, watching as goosebumps broke out on his skin and his stomach clenched.

“So pretty, Frankie.” You moaned, barely holding yourself together for the man before you. You needed to feel him inside you, even if your shaky legs and aching pussy begged you for reprieve.

You ducked your head down to his shoulders, kissing along them and his collarbones before moving down to his hard nipples. You kissed them, scraping your teeth on them. His cock stood up, leaking and still confined in his pants.

You got up, reaching for his remaining clothes. He tried lifting his hips to try to help you get them off, but you shook your head at him, pushing his hips back down.

You rubbed your hand over the wet material, feeling how warm it was. He watched you, half in pain, half desperate to see you fuck him.

You moved the band of his boxers and pants down, enough to free him. The band dug slightly beneath his balls, but the feeling didn’t bring pain; it felt good, felt like he was being squeezed.

“Wanna make our clothes dirtier.” You moaned. “Get everything nice and wet and warm for us.”

“Fuck, please,” he moaned out your name, your words so filthy he felt like he was going to cum just listening to them. “Let’s cum together, please amor. Sit on me so we can cum on them. Wanna ruin them. Please, please.”

You pulled your soaked shorts and panties aside, the sight of your clenching cunt shining with slick making him hold his breath.

You grabbed his cock, propping yourself over it with shaky legs as you prepared to take him in.

You got the tip in slowly, both of you crying out loudly at the feeling of being together like this, his cock slowly sinking into your warm cunt.

But then the pain in your legs combined with the shock from how good he felt, and your legs gave out. You fell on him, his huge cock spearing into you.

You cried out loudly, a moan of pleasure that was almost a scream, and your legs shook, the tears finally running down your face. “Fuck! Ah, fuck, Frankie!”

His own eyes rolled back, his moan unable to tear out of him as it choked in his chest, heart unsteady and saliva pooling at the corners of his mouth, ready to drool out.

His hands moved to your hips, weak, as an attempt to soothe you. But he was so far gone, so out of it that the touch was barely there, not able to help you.

You pushed yourself up with all your strength and dropped yourself onto him again, the motion bringing a fire to your belly.

“Frankie.” Your head rolled back, hips snapping up and down as you bounced on him.

“Fuck, taking my cock so well amor. So tight, feel like I’m gonna fucking break you.” He slurred out. “Should keep you on it all the time, stretch you out. Take you out with me, full of my cock just like this.”

His words and the feeling of his cock deep inside you had you seeing stars, gaze dotting as you felt yourself about to pass out from how good he felt.

“Ah, ah, ah..” Your moans came out weak and small, pathetic, as you helplessly fucked yourself on his cock.

His hand moved toward where you were both connected, pressed on your lower abdomen as he watched you take his cock in. He dropped his hands lower, moving so that his fingers were rubbing you over your clit.

You felt a heat creep up your spine, a feeling so wet and hot that you thought you’d end up peeing on him.

“You take it so well, amor. You’re doing so good for me, dripping on my cock. Such a good fucking pussy.”

You came hard, a loud groan tearing out of you. Your legs shook, threatening to close, your whole body convulsing with the strength of your orgasm.

Frankie moved his hands to your hips. His peak was so close, he couldn’t let it slip from him. He fucked himself into you, rough and deep, from below, making you see stars.

You didn’t know when you’d stopped cumming, you just knew that you were quickly approaching another orgasm, the slam of his cock in your wet cunt too good.

You came again, high-pitch and weak, legs convulsing as you squirted on him.

The liquid gushed down his cock and hips, soaking you both. It pooled down toward his chest as he kept slamming into you, the tilt of his hips moving you so that the liquid dripped forward onto him, all the way to his chin.

That tore Frankie to his peak. He stilled his hips, pressing himself deep inside you, pulling your waist so that you were flesh against him; he pulled your chest back against his, arm wrapping you again in that position you’d been in at the start of your first peak. You could feel your wetness pressed against your torso.

His cum gushed into you, more tears falling from your eyes as a small moan left your lips. He let out a grunt followed by a whine, his body tight and tense from how good you made him feel.

Everything was warm, everything was wet. Your chests heaved together, room spinning as you both fought to stay tethered to this world.

He moved to kiss the top of your head, rubbing a soothing pattern on your back.

“Did so good for me baby, got everything so wet.” He managed to say, completely wrecked.

You clenched around him in response, the twitch and clench of your bodies playing a game of back-and-forth.

“Feel so good Frankie, I love you so much, love you so much.” You garbled out, drool pooling at the corners of your mouth.

“I love you too baby, did so good for me.”

You stayed like that for a while, calming down until you were both ready to move again.

Everything was wet, everything was warm.

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flightlessangelwings · 1 year

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The Fire Within Us

Frankie Morales x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 5.4k

Warnings- smut (18+ ONLY!), sex pollen (Frankie gets pollened), drug mention (passive, mostly about moving it), mutual pining, friends to lovers, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, oral (m receiving), multiple positions, overstim, feelings, love confessions, praise kink, creampie, protective!Frankie

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“Thank you, Catfish! Another delivery without a hitch,” the man, Robert, greeted Frankie right outside the helicopter.

Frankie let out a huff, “Just doing my job,” he said dismissively. This wasn’t where he thought he would find himself, but with money being tight and jobs sparse, this was Frankie’s only option. He wasn’t happy about it, but it paid well and it gave him a chance to fly.

Robert inspected the packages in the cargo space of the helicopter as Frankie watched. He knew the routine: inspect the delivery, count it all and make sure it was all accounted for, then he got paid. Frankie never asked what exactly he shipped; he figured it was better not to know the details. But this particular batch looked different. It wasn’t cocaine, he knew all too well what that looked like, but he had no idea what it was.

“All here, as usual,” Robert turned around with a smile on his face and one of the packages in his hand, “I expect nothing less from my best and most discreet flyer.”

Frankie shrugged, “Just doing my job,” he repeated.

“Your payment, as promised,” he passed an envelope of cash to Frankie, who immediately pocketed it. Robert then flashed a grin that made Frankie’s skin crawl, “You know what this is?” he gestured to the package in his hand.

“You know I never ask,” Frankie replied, keeping his face stern and level. He did not have a good feeling about this and he kept his guard up.

“And I appreciate you for it,” he pulled out a pocket knife and sliced the package open, “And I think you deserve a little bonus,” Robert dug out a handful of what looked like a brightly colored powder, “Dude, you’re too tense! This’ll help you… let off some steam,” he smirked as he blew a small puff of the powder right in Frankie’s face.

“Hey, what the fuck!” Frankie exclaimed as he coughed and waved his hands across his face.

“Especially if you’ve got someone to help you out with the… side effects,” Robert added slyly as he watched Frankie try and brush the powder off his face.

That made Frankie stiffen. Your name immediately popped into his head, but he wasn’t about to let this man know who you were. He was determined to keep you safe and protected from this part of his life at all costs; Frankie couldn’t risk getting you involved in any way. He didn’t want you to ever be used against him if things ever went south; he couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you.

“So there is someone,” Robert grinned as he noticed the change in Frankie’s demeanor.

Frankie’s eyes narrowed.

“Have fun then, Fish,” the man sounded too happy as he turned and left Frankie alone with his thoughts.

“Fuck,” he muttered to himself as he shook his head and made his way out, “What the fuck was that?” Frankie whispered as he got into his truck and ran his hands across his face and through his hair.

Suddenly, Frankie saw a large flash of white in his vision and then his skin felt like it was on fire. Sweat lined his brow and his pants quickly felt tighter as his cock stiffened out of nowhere. He let out a deep breath to try and calm himself before he blasted the air conditioning in his face to try and cool off.

“What the fuck was in that?” he repeated to himself as he wiped sweat off his forehead.

Not wanting to sit there any longer, Frankie decided he was well enough to drive and took off. He figured he would just head home and ride out whatever was now pulsing through his system until he was ok again. He just had to make it home and everything would be ok.

“Just make it home…” he muttered to himself.

The drive felt like a blur as Frankie kept repeating the mantra of “home” to himself over and over again. Yet, as much as he forced himself to think of home, all he could think about was you. Your beautiful smile, your kind heart, the way your eyes lit up when you looked at him, your laugh… your hands, your lips, the curves of your body, the swell of your breasts, your perfect ass… Frankie shook his head as his thoughts quickly morphed into something else.

He imagined what you could look like as he fucked you, or the look you would give him if you were on your knees with your lips around his cock. He wondered if your pussy tasted as sweet as he imagined it to be. Frankie imagined the sounds you’d make for him as he pounded into you over again over again, or how beautiful you’d look when you came on his cock…

Frankie’s desire for you flooded his system as the images in his head turned more and more lustful. Vaguely, he knew that it was something about that drug that was making him lose control like this, but there was nothing he could do to stop it now. And as he pulled his truck into park and turned it off, Frankie realized that he wasn’t at his place at all… he was at yours.

“When did I turn here?” he whispered to himself. But again, Frankie moved without realizing it and in a flash he was suddenly standing at your door.

What was he expecting when he knocked at your door? What would Frankie even say to you? Hello, I was forced to take this drug and now all I want to do is fuck you senseless, oh yeah and I’m fucking in love with you. Yeah sure, that would go across real well. You were Frankie’s best friend, you’d been there for him through everything. You were always there when he got back from deployment, you were there when his fiance left him, you were the only one who really knew what he was doing when he made those private flights. Not even the guys knew about that…

Swallowing hard, Frankie knocked on your door. His mind raced and his breaths were deep and heavy as he waited for you, but every thought was forced out when he was face to face with you. He let out another deep exhale as he scanned your figure up and down. You were dressed down in just a tshirt and shorts, obviously not expecting company for the evening. But to Frankie, you were still stunning.

“Frankie!” you breathed in surprise, “What are you doing here? Is everything ok?”

A rush of heat pulsed through his body as you spoke and Frankie let out a heavy breath as he ran his hands through his hair, “I-I just…” he stuttered, unsure of what exactly to say.

Concern lined your features, “You look a little flushed, Frankie,” you reached out and cupped his face, “Shit you’re burning up! Come in, let me help you.” There was no hesitation in your face as you led him inside and closed and locked the door behind you.

Frankie’s eyes dropped to the floor as he tried to shift himself so that his erection wasn’t as obvious. He knew his face had to be hot and he felt the sweat on his scalp. And it only got worse as he watched you; the moment you turned your back to him to close your front door Frankie’s eyes went right to your ass.

“Frankie…?”

Something about the tone of your voice snapped Frankie out of his trance and his eyes shot up to meet your gaze. He studied your face in silence for a moment, and when your lips parted to let out a shaky exhale, the dam broke.

Frankie groaned your name as he closed the gap between your bodies in an instant. His large hands cupped either side of your face and he looked deep into your eyes for a moment before he took your lips with his own in a heated kiss. You gasped as his movement caught you completely off guard, but your heart flipped in your chest as you instantly leaned into his kiss.

It had been your secret for years: you were desperately in love with Francisco Morales. Between his beautiful brown eyes, the sharp angle of his nose, his broad chest and his good, kind heart, you were a goner from the moment you met. You lost count of how many nights you laid in your bed alone and touched yourself with his name on your lips. How many times had you fingered yourself and imagined they were Frankie’s hands instead? You were too embarrassed to answer that honestly.

A growl escaped Frankie’s chest as he guided your body across your living room until your back collided with the wall. You squealed softly as the breath got knocked out of your chest, but you clung to Frankie, putting all your trust in him. And the taste of him drove you wild…

The moment Frankie kissed you, it felt like a wave of emotions crashed into him. All the feelings he buried over the years bubbled to the surface as he devoured your lips with his. And the moment your back hit the wall, he pressed his body fully against you and leaned completely into you. A mix of his groan and your moan echoed between your bodies as he was sure you felt how rock hard he was.

Everything in the logical side of his brain screamed at him to stop. He knew this was too much to put on your shoulders, too much to ask of you. But Frankie couldn’t help it. Whatever was in the drug overpowered every other thought in his brain until he was completely consumed by you. And once he got a taste of you, Frankie knew he couldn’t stop himself.

But he summoned every ounce of strength in his body and forced himself to break away from you. Heavy pants filled the room as you blinked your eyes open as the two of you stared at each other for several tense moments. Frankie’s arms trembled as he held himself back from ripping your clothes off and ravaging you right then and there.

“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath as he dropped his head.

“Frankie?” your tone was soft, yet he still heard the concern there, “What’s going on?” Not that you would complain; you had wanted him to kiss you for so long. But you knew Frankie better than anybody, and you knew when something was up with him.

“Shit I’m so sorry, querida,” Frankie’s voice was strained as he rested his forehead against yours, “I got something in my system from my run today,” he clenched his jaw, “And it’s making me want to fuck you senseless.”

You gasped but your voice turned more stern, “Frankie, you knew better than to try what you move.”

“I know!” he snapped back harsher than he meant to. When Frankie saw your eyes go wide, he relaxed his shoulders, “I’m sorry,” his voice was softer, “He kinda forced it on me…” his voice trailed off.

“Frankie?” you reached out for him.

“This was a mistake,” it took all of his willpower to push himself off of you and turn away, “I’m sorry…”

“Wait,” you didn’t let Frankie get far as you grabbed his shirt and spun him back around to face you, “Stay,” the second word was just a whisper, but you knew he heard you.

Frankie looked at you with those big brown eyes that made you melt, and you saw the fire that burned behind them. But, you also saw something else… something more melancholy. Under your hand, you felt how tense he was, as if it physically pained him to hold himself back. Briefly, you dropped your gaze down and noticed the bulge in his pants.

For a moment, your own emotions swirled around in your head; it must have meant something that you were the person Frankie thought of at that moment. That kiss was too passionate for it to only be the drug in his system. And when Frankie whispered your name so sweetly, your own dam of emotions broke.

“Fuck me,” your voice was hushed yet it held all the passions and emotions you felt, “Please Frankie…” you took a deep breath, “I… I’ve wanted this… Wanted you for so long…”

Your confession stunned Frankie to stillness for a moment that he almost forgot about his painfully hard cock. He stared deep into your eyes for a long moment and time felt like it froze for both of you as your words hung in the air. Even without him saying anything back, you could tell from the way he stared at you and the way he clung tightly to you that his feelings reflected your own.

A low grumble emanated from deep in Frankie’s chest as he lunged forward and captured your lips in another heated and desperate kiss. You moaned into him but you gave in more easily now that you laid your heart out for him and he didn’t push you away. Frankie breathed your name against your lips as he dragged you back towards your bedroom.

As he guided your bodies through your place, Frankie didn’t even need to look up or break away from you. He knew your place like the back of his hand, and he couldn’t even say how many nights he imagined almost this exact scenario: leading you down while devouring your lips and tugging at your clothes until you were bare for him.

Frankie yanked your shirt off first before he ripped your shorts and panties down in one swift movement. You clawed just as desperately at him, ripping his shirt open and fumbling with the zipper of his jeans clumsily. Heat rose between your bodies as a trail of discarded clothing led the way to your bed.

Once you reached your bed, Frankie quickly pushed you down so that you landed on your back, and an inferno burned in his eyes as he watched your breasts bounce as you hit the mattress. You looked up at him with a glazed over expression and immediately parted your legs. Frankie’s eyes trailed down to your pussy, and even in the low light of your bedroom he saw how wet you were for him.

“Fuck baby…” he groaned as he covered you with his body and attacked your neck with bites and open mouthed kisses.

The warmth of Frankie’s body was inviting, even when he was fueled by some mysterious drug. He took your breath away from how beautiful he looked in the low light while he gazed down at you with a look of pure admiration on his face. And when he kissed you, it felt like you were in a dream.

“Frankie…” a shiver ran down your spine when he nipped at a sensitive spot on your neck.

His hands cupped your breasts and you moaned when Frankie pinched your nipples. You were so soft underneath him, Frankie knew he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. So with one last kiss on your neck, he pushed himself up so that he lined his cock up with your entrance.

“Querida…” Frankie groaned as he thrust into you, fully sheathing himself inside you in one motion.

You screamed in pleasure as you clawed at Frankie’s back. His cock stretched you out more than any of your toys, and since he was too filled with his own need from the drug, Frankie didn’t take his time with you like he would have wanted to. He mumbled a soft apology as the drug fueled him on and he snapped his hips against yours, desperate for release.

Frankie growled as he drilled into you; his large hands gripped your hips tightly as the drug made him lose all control of himself. He pounded into you at a fast, harsh pace, and the way you moaned and screamed every time his cock was fully buried in you only spurred him on more. You dug your nails into his broad, strong back as your legs framed Frankie’s body. It was overwhelming but in all the best ways because it was Frankie… your Frankie.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, “You feel so fucking good baby… So fucking beautiful…”

All you could do was moan in response as Frankie showered you with praise while he fucked you so roughly. It was a sign that Frankie was still in there under the drug that made him fuck you senseless. It felt so natural to you to let Frankie fuck you and surrender to him like this. You trusted him more than anyone… and you loved him more than anything in the world.

In what felt like no time, Frankie felt the warmth build from deep within him and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Between the drug and how good your pussy felt around his cock, his climax quickly built up until it threatened to spill over and explode.

“Baby… I’m gonna…”

“Cum in me Frankie,” you whispered as you held him tightly.

“Fuuuuck,” he moaned as your request pushed him over the edge. Frankie came hard as he spilled himself into you, his hips still pounding against yours as wave after wave of his climax crashed into him.

But, where Frankie hoped to find relief in his climax he only found more desire. As his hips slowed, he realized he was still hard inside you, and you gasped and looked up at him with wide eyes as you realized the same thing. Even after the strongest orgasm of his life, and finally getting to fuck you, Frankie still needed more.

“Frankie…?”

“Shit,” he spat as he rocked against your body again.

You dropped your head against the mattress as Frankie started fucking you once more. Tears filled the corners of your eyes as you felt the soreness creep up, but you didn’t want him to stop. You wanted to be there for him, and you’d wanted this for so long you didn’t want to let it go. But you also felt overwhelmed with emotions as Frankie sped up his thrusts again.

He noticed when a single tear rolled down the side of your face, and Frankie immediately wiped it away, “I got you baby,” he whispered as he laid himself completely over you, covering your body with his own, “You’re doing so good, baby… Que hermosa… So good for me…” he mumbled more incoherent praises into your ear as his hips moved on their own.

These weren’t tears of sorrow or pain, but something else, something deeper. Emotions ran high between the two of you as you felt Frankie’s cock hit that sweet spot deep inside you over and over again. Your moans became louder and louder until your body trembled around him.

“Cum for me baby… Please…” he begged as he felt his second orgasm build up, “I need you to cum.”

“Fuck!” you cried out as your body trembled when climax suddenly hit you like a freight train.

And your climax triggered Frankie’s as both of you turned into a gushing pile of sweaty limbs. Together, the two of you rode out your highs on each other as you clung and clawed at each other. It was as if neither of you could get close enough to the other and the desperation boiled over.

You saw stars in your vision as the aftershocks of your powerful orgasm pulsed through your body. Your limbs shook as you tried to hold onto Frankie while he still pounded into you, clearly still desperate for more.

“Shit,” you heard Frankie hiss, “Fuck…” Clearly he was frustrated when, even after cumming with you, he was still hard and the need still pulsed through his veins. Sobs of his own escaped his chest as he wrapped his arms around you as best he could, “Fuck… I’m so sorry baby,” Frankie’s voice quivered as he thrust into you again, “I’m so fucking sorry… Lo siento mi cielo…”

“Frankie…” you had no idea what else to say, and any thoughts you did have were pushed out of your mind as Frankie pounded into you again. Your body was exhausted and sore, but you didn’t want him to stop if he still needed you, so you didn’t push him away. You let Frankie use your body for his release as his cock filled you over and over again until his third orgasm rocked you both to your cores.

Frankie knew he had to be hurting you, and it killed him inside. But he couldn’t help it, once he started fucking you, he couldn’t stop. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as his own tears flowed from his eyes, “Fuck… Baby I’m so fucking sorry,” he apologized to you over and over again as his rock hard cock still stayed deep inside you.

Something about the sounds of his sobs and the way he said your name like it was a prayer snapped you out of your own mind. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held him tightly, “It’s ok Frankie,” your voice was soothing and soft, “I’m ok… You’re not hurting me.” It was a lie and you both knew it. But, you had an idea, “Here, let’s try this.”

Gently, you pushed Frankie up so that he was propped on his hands. You took a moment to look into his tear-stained eyes and your heart skipped a beat. Even though his cock was still in you, there was something about looking into his eyes that made you weak. Your eyes fluttered shut as you closed the gap between your faces and placed a soft, sweet kiss on Frankie’s lips. He gasped against you, clearly surprised by your action, and you took the opportunity to flip your bodies.

It took all the strength you had, but you rolled both your bodies around so that Frankie was now on his back and you straddled his waist. Both of you let out soft moans as the new angle drove Frankie’s cock deeper into you. And you both felt the gush of your releases spill between your bodies.

Frankie looked up at you with the same wide-eyed expression you had on your face before. His hands landed on your hips, but he didn’t grab you. He just rested them against your skin carefully as he studied every inch of your body. The way your breasts rose and fell with your heavy breaths, the way your lips were swollen from his harsh kisses, the fiery look in your eyes… it was all perfection to him. And when Frankie’s eyes trailed down your body, he let out a breathy moan when he saw where your bodies were still connected.

You let out a moan of your own when you felt his cock twitch inside you, and you felt a tingle of embarrassment under Frankie’s intense gaze. He looked up at you as if you hung the stars in the sky, as if you were a goddess, and it made your heart flutter in your chest. But, as much as you would be content to just stay like this, on top of him with his cock buried fully inside you, Frankie still needed your help.

Carefully, you lifted yourself off his body, his cock sliding out of you as you did. You whimpered as his seed dripped from you and you suddenly felt empty without him inside you. And Frankie let out a whine unlike anything you’d ever heard before. You quickly reached up and cupped the side of his face, much like he had done to you before.

“Shh,” you soothed him, “It’s ok Frankie,” you wiped a tear from his face, “I’ve got you,” you echoed his words to you from earlier, “Just trust me.”

Frankie breathed your name, “I trust you, baby.” The apology was on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t have the energy to voice it. You knew though.

You shimmied your way down his body and settled between his legs. Your mouth watered as you finally got a better look at his cock, and fuck it was beautiful. Even after three orgasms, Frankie’s cock was hard as a rock and stood at full attention. Your eyes trailed up his figure and you watched as his chest rose and fell with deep breaths. If this wasn’t a desperate situation, you would have wanted to kiss every inch of him and take his nipple in your mouth and flick it with your tongue. You wanted to mark his body and show him just how much you truly loved him. But now was not the time.

So you wrapped your hand around his cock and pumped it a few times. Immediately, Frankie let out a loud moan as his head slammed down onto the mattress. And his moans only grew louder when you wrapped your lips around his length and swallowed him fully.

“Fuck! Baby!” he cried out as you bobbed your head up and down his length, “Fuck… Fuck!”

You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked him hard as you stroked the rest of him with your hand. Your tongue swirled around the sensitive tip and you hummed around him when you felt his cock twitch at your actions. Frankie grabbed hold of your scalp and held you tightly as you worked his cock with your mouth.

“Shit, shit, shit… Baby I’m gonna cum…”

You only sucked him off harder, determined to throw Frankie over the edge. And it only took a few more moments for him to explode in your mouth. You gagged at first but you didn’t let up and swallowed every drop of his cum that flowed into your mouth.

When you needed to take a breath, you broke away and wheezed as you filled your lungs with air. Frankie’s seed dripped from the corner of your mouth, but you didn’t care. You casually wiped it away as you watched him come down from his high. Frankie still looked flushed and his skin glistened with sweat, but he seemed calmer than before. As you looked down, you noticed he was still hard, but his cock didn’t seem like it throbbed the way it did before.

“Frankie?” you asked in a whisper, “Frankie, you ok, baby?” you crawled up and hovered over his body.

He didn’t even realize his eyes fluttered shut. Frankie wanted to watch you while you wrapped your lips around his cock and took him into your mouth over and over again. But you felt too good, and when you flicked your tongue against his length, he was done for. Frankie’s heart pounded in his chest, and it only got worse when he looked at your concerned face once more.

“I’m ok, baby,” his voice was raw and low, “I think I’ll be ok now,” he tried to push himself up, not wanting to put you out any more than he already did.

“Wait,” you placed your hands on his chest and kept him in place, “Stay,” you whispered, “I think one more will get this drug out completely.”

Frankie’s eyes went wide as he cupped your face, “Are you sure, baby?”

“Do you not want to?” your voice was barely audible as your own vulnerability showed.

“It’s not that…”

“Let me then,” you interrupted, not sure if you could handle what he was about to say.

You moved slowly, giving Frankie the opportunity to push you away if he wanted to. But as you hovered your pussy over the tip of his cock, Frankie held onto your hips and gently guided your body down. No words were needed in that moment as you sunk down onto him inch by inch. This time, however, it was less desperate, less rushed. You took your time as Frankie’s cock stretched you out once more.

Both of you moaned softly and once your hips met his, you collapsed down onto his chest. Frankie immediately wrapped his arms around you and held you close as you both moved slowly against the other. You both clung to each other and held the other close, but this time it was different. The need was still there, but it was a more heartfelt need instead of drug fueled.

Slowly, you bounced on Frankie’s cock, letting the veins rub against your inner walls as you moved against him. Every drag of his cock drove you wild, and you felt the heat build up within you in no time. Underneath you, you felt the way his heart pounded in his chest and you were surprised when it matched your own.

“Fuck baby,” Frankie mumbled in your ear as he held you close. His hips bucked against yours as he matched your rhythm from below you, “You’re fucking amazing… You feel so good… So beautiful,” he rambled in a low tone, “Fuck… I love you baby. Te quiero… I fucking love you.”

Your climax hit without warning right after Frankie’s confession. You cried out as tears fell from your eyes as your entire body trembled in his arms. Frankie held you close as you rode out your orgasm on his cock until he too came again. He groaned your name as he tightened his grip on you, as if he was scared you’d disappear if he let you go.

Once both your final highs were ridden out, both you and Frankie flopped onto your bed, exhausted. Heavy breaths filled the room as you laid on top of him. Frankie ran his hand across your back soothingly as he muttered soft words of affection in your ear. You couldn’t quite hear what he said as the sound of his pounding heart was even louder in your ear. His cock stayed inside you, but you felt it slowly start to soften, and you both knew it was over now.

“Thank you, baby,” Frankie murmured in your ear, “Thank you.”

A sob echoed in the room, and you weren’t sure if it was from you or Frankie.

“I love you too, Frankie,” your voice was hushed and you didn’t dare look him in the eye, “I’ve loved you for so fucking long.”

Frankie smiled against you as he kissed the side of your face. He carefully brought his hand to your head and gently turned you so that you faced him. You gasped when you looked into his deep, beautiful brown eyes and saw the adoration he held there.

“If we didn’t just go at it for the last few hours, I’d show you just how much I love you. I’d eat your pussy until you ask me to stop,” the sincerity in Frankie’s voice made your heart skip a beat, “I’ve been in love with you for years,” he confessed more shyly.

“Frankie,” you breathed, “I’ve loved you for-fucking-ever,” you let out a soft laugh and paused for a moment, “Maybe that drug wasn’t all that bad then,” you added with jest.

Frankie laughed with you before he turned more serious, “Maybe not,” his brows furrowed, “But I promise baby, nothing like this will happen again. And I promise I’ll keep you safe from anything.” Frankie thought back to the way Robert sneered at him earlier after he realized there was someone special in Frankie’s life, and his words echoed in his head.

You pushed yourself off of Frankie’s chest, his cock slowly sliding out of you as you did so, and settled yourself at his side. His arms wrapped around you and held you close without hesitation, “I trust you, Frankie,” you said as you rested your head on his chest and made yourself comfortable in his embrace. Nothing had ever made you feel safer than right now, in Frankie’s arms, and you found you never wanted to leave.

Thankfully, Frankie never wanted to let you go and soon enough both of you passed out in the other’s embrace, completely wiped out but still safe and protected. Just as you trusted Frankie, he trusted you with his heart, and he never felt more at home than when he was with you.

You were right: perhaps some good did come out of that drug. Because now, Frankie could officially call you his. And he was yours.

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its the sniffles

Frankie Morales x Reader

He wants nothing more than to come home and take care of you.

an: I’m sick with the flu, and I’m self-indulging so, thought I’d share. No warnings: just fluff, maybe my spelling as I am very ill.

Frankie would know, even if you keep pretending down the phone it isn’t as bad as it seems. “Its the sniffles”, the lie rolling free, dripping from your tongue as you fight that tickle in the back of your throat. Trying to bury it. Smother it. Only for a sneeze to rip out and echo around your home.

He doesn’t blame you for lying—he’d been looking forward to this job for weeks. What he doesn’t like is that he knows you’re suffering, that it’s likely the days are beginning to blur into one.

The last time you were this bad, it took you weeks to admit to him that you became so delirious you forgot he was working away and went looking for him.

It’s because he knows it’s bad if you’re lying, as to why he comes home early.

Knows you’re fighting dizzy spells, exhaustions, as well as scratches in your throat, because he did notice that you kept trying to mute the phone when you went to cough or sneeze—only to mute it when you were talking instead.

It fuelled him, the need to be there for you. Each image of you he concocted of you on the sofa or crawling out of bed tugging on him, wrapping fingers around threads inside of him, and yanking. So much so, he drives back through the night—stepping through the front door as the sun begins to rise, spotting how the coffee table (that had once been wood, magazines and candles) is now tissues, mugs and medicine.

Removing his boots, dropping his duffel and hanging his hat, all in that order, Frankie moves in pursuit to find you. He passes the bathroom bin in the doorway of the living room, used tissues spilling out over it. Finds the blanket, usually folded over the sofa, now thrown across one of the dining room chairs and the sea of mugs, so many of them, bottles and tablets (all cold and flu), cluttering across the usually tidy kitchen counter. All of it making his heart hurt, ache.

He’s only pleased when he finds you in the centre of your two’s bed. One of his old t-shirts on, eyes closed, breathing heavy—there’s a balled up tissues in your palm and the sheets pulled up to your chin. And without touching you, he knows you’re warm, clammy—riddled with an illness he wished he’d been here to help you fight.

Sitting beside you, he brushes his fingers against your cheeks. Hearing the way you breathing changes, your nose blocked, congested, before you slowly flutter your lashes open, finding him, basking him in warmth and happiness that he’s there. But still you blink—quite a few times—likely ensuring you’re aware and not dreaming. Before your cough smothers the room, words lost, buried in a sea of spluttering as you sit up, and his hand finds your back. Just distinctly, between each hacking and a sneeze, he just makes out you mumbling ‘you’re here?’

It’s then he spots his jumper, the thick one—the one with flecks of gold and white embedded in blues and greens, hanging on the door of the wardrobe. Your voice down the phone coming to him, “can I wear your jumper?” “You missing me?” Your feeble yes falling as his something tightened in his chest when you thanked him for saying yes. He wants to pull it over your head now, pull you close, something he suggests, before beginning to offer to make you food, bring the duvet to the sofa and have a movie day, weekend—

“You should stay away. I don’t want—you could get really sick.”

Hands still rubbing circles on your back as he hands you the glass of water from the table. “Don’t care, baby. I wanted to come home and take care of you,” he whispers, kissing your forehead, pulling you close. “Wish I’d been here sooner, honestly.”

Because you’re worse than he thought. Far worse. And all he can do is wear a smile, guilt swelling in his chest—because he should have been here, should have come home sooner.

You must read him, the same way he does you. Your head tilting to look up at him, eyes weary, full of tears from your coughing, as your hand slides over his. “You’re here now.”

“I am,” he whispers, kissing the top of your head, feeling your body curl into his. His eyes closing, feeling content.

And then you sneeze.

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prolix-yuy · 1 year

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Plus One

Pairing: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x F!Reader "Ms Jackson"

Summary: It's Ms Jackson's company holiday party, and Frankie makes his debut.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, references to past escort work, semi-public sex, slight exhibitionism kink, references to oral sex and anal play, unprotected PiV sex (don't be a fool, wrap your tool), spanking, possessive play, little bit of brattiness, Frankie is too damn hot and Ms J is gonna make him pay for it (in the best way).

Notes: Here's my (slightly late) SW!Frankie Christmas story! This is dedicated to @lowlights for saying "All I want for Christmas is SW!Frankie" and I couldn't resist giving her exactly that. She also picked Frankie's holiday party outfit, which is absolute perfection and I would climb him like a tree if he showed up in this fit.

Takes place after Callback.

Cross-posted on AO3

Sex Worker!Frankie AU Masterlist

The internal monologue running in the back of your mind comments on the tasteful decor, how the poinsettias and fake candles and red and green tablecloths really dress up the restaurant. The thought that “HR did a really nice job” skitters through your mind, and the warm scent of cider and mulled wine and store-bought cookies all envelops you in a nostalgic holiday mood.

Well, it would, but on the other hand this holiday party might actually kill you. Honestly. And yet you have to pretend that you’re not dying inside, a calm smile on your face while you fight back against the urge to scream.

It all started with an email.

Hi Team!

It’s that time of year again - our annual holiday party! Please join us for appetizers and drinks at Lesandro’s at 6pm Friday, December 23rd. If you want to enter the raffle for a special prize, please email Alison for a ticket.

This was all fine and dandy until you got to the next line.

Plus ones are welcome!

You shouldn’t have been surprised. It’s not the first time your office has extended invites to partners. You had brought your ex-husband in the past, the brief sting of the memory flitting through your mind. It was to be expected every year, a night to enjoy yourselves on the company’s dime in lieu of bonuses.

You would gladly accept a check rather than the cocktails and finger foods, but you weren’t not on the planning committee.

A little tremor of excitement over that line lightened your spirits for the rest of the day. Thinking of Frankie schmoozing with your coworkers made a smile come to your face, and his solid comfort being by your side actually made you look forward to the event. The scales tipped more towards anxiety when you walked into your home, Frankie coming down the stairs with damp hair.

“Hey sweetheart,” he said, a quick squeeze of a hug before heading to your car for groceries. Worrying at your lower lip, you waited until you were both in the kitchen sorting produce before you spoke up.

“I’ve got a company party coming up in a couple weeks,” you said, toppling a few apples onto the counter.

“You’ll be out late?” Frankie asked, dumping fruit into a colander in the sink. The running tap let you take your time with your response.

“Actually, I can bring a plus one,” you tried to say breezily, rolling a stray lemon under your palm. It grounded you as Frankie turned to you. “If you want to come,” you added at the end. When his pause went on too long you hazarded a look up at him. He was smiling in that somewhat exasperated way that let you know you’d been overthinking again.

“Why wouldn’t I want to come? Maybe I can guess which one of those girls steals your yogurt on Wednesdays.” The remark made you giggle, leaning back against the counter as Frankie’s mischievous eyes eased your tension.

“I don’t know, I built it up in my head, asking you.” You shrugged, voice getting a little softer. “My ex never liked going to these things. Complained for weeks before and after, then would barely talk to me when we were there.” You shifted, crossing your arms over your chest. It wasn’t the first time you’d talked about your past relationships with Frankie, but having to feel the grief, the sickness in the pit of your stomach, the tension of revising those memories still made you want to crawl out of your own skin. Frankie’s hands, heavy and soothing, wrapped around your biceps.

“If you want me there, I’m there,” he said, rubbing your arms with a reassuring smile. You nodded, letting your forehead drop against his shoulder when he stepped closer. Sucking a deep breath in, Frankie’s clean musk and fresh soap smell released the tight muscles in your jaw. “Where are they having it?”

“Lesandro’s.”

“Oh, so it’s like, a nice party,” Frankie mused, hand kneading at the back of your neck where you held much of your stress. You melted into the massage, pressing your cheek to his plush chest.

“Eh, we come from the office, you don’t have to dress up,” you mumbled into his worn t-shirt. He hummed in response.

“Could be fun, though,” he said, working his thumb into the meat of your shoulders. “Dressing up for it. I’d like to make a good first impression.”

Leaning back, you raised an eyebrow at Frankie.

“Oh really?”

He blushed, and you thought your heart might explode at the sight. Slipping your fingers into the wisps of gray-brown hair at the nape of his neck, you swayed against your boyfriend.

“Then bring your A-game, handsome.”

Which is why you’re standing here now, close to literally exploding.

Because when Frankie texted to tell you he was here, you didn’t expect what walked in the door.

First of all, no Standard Oil hat. You didn’t expect him to wear it, but it’s such a part of himself now you forget he can go without it. He styled his hair loose and curling, not a wild mane but controlled wisps that flick out around his ears and bounce along his forehead. Little glints of silver you refuse to let him cover up at a salon catch the glittering lights in the restaurant. He’s wearing a white button-up, the top two buttons open to bare a delicious vee of tan skin around his throat. He clearly wasn’t patient enough with the sleeves, though, because he’s rolled them up around his elbows, accenting his strong forearms. You’ve never seen the pants he’s wearing, some sort of dark blue-black slacks that hug his trim hips perfectly before descending to black leather monkstrap shoes.

And he’s wearing his fucking glasses.

Your cunt throbs at the sight.

He searches the crowd, the smile that breaks out when you lock eyes making your legs weak. He weaves his way through your coworkers, a few watching him curiously as he scoots by. Once he’s made it to you, a hand on your lower back and a kiss to your cheek, the eyes that followed him now land on you. The pride this swells in your chest makes you giddy.

“Have I missed all the food?” Frankie asks in your ear, your response a shaken head. He mock-sighs in relief before Cindy strides up to you both, ever the nosy one. Her smile is too big, hand outstretched to Frankie.

“And who have we here?” she asks, eyes flitting between you both. You brim with a little more pride when Frankie takes her hand, giving her a kind but firm handshake.

“Francisco Morales, the boyfriend,” he says with a little jest in his voice, Cindy laughing louder than necessary.

This is the theme of the night, Frankie approached by coworkers and chatting his way through the first impressions. You smile and schmooze along with him, but inside marvel over how smooth he is. The perfectly timed jokes, the attentive smiles. As Cindy (and some people you’ve never even met) approach and leave, he knows exactly how to engage and play off their differing personalities. Giving space to the chatterbugs, coaxing conversation from the quiet ones, engaging in interests and offering his opinions.

“This won’t be my first time in a room full of strangers with high expectations,” Frankie had said a few days before when you offered him an out on the party. The implication flew over your head until he added, “I’ve been hired as an escort too.”

The revelation led to another one of those matter-of-fact conversations that were so fascinating with Frankie. He talked about sex work (and escorting, in this case) with no more emotional attachment than discussing what cars he worked on.

“I did a charity event once, older woman who wanted a younger man on her arm but didn’t want to look pathetic.”

“A girl had a bodyguard fantasy we played out at the Plaza. One of the nicest hotel rooms I’ve worked in.”

“You learn a lot by acting like the trophy, and people will tell you the wildest shit if you just listen.”

All of these skills were in action now as you watched him listen to someone from customer support discussing chatbot services. The second glass of champagne in your hand is warming under your fingers but you barely notice because this is a Frankie you rarely see. He’s in an element that’s foreign to you, used to his soft competency and attention and now witnessing his surety, his confidence, his ease at shifting into exactly what everyone wants.

Even the moments when you feel a stab of jealousy - Debbie touching his arm when he makes a joke, how he gives everyone his undivided attention - he always makes his way back to you. His hand rests on your lower back, pulling you into conversations when you’re being edged out. And when you’re leading, having a discussion with a coworker, he listens closely by your side and nods along, even if you know he’s lost as to the topic.

It’s turning you on way more than you want to admit.

The party is grating on your nerves after an hour and a half, your brain screaming at you to leave. Listening to Carl complain about the cost of events planning pales in comparison to showing Frankie exactly how much he’s been affecting you all night. The ache only worsens when you catch a glimpse of his profile, smiley and easygoing, as his shirt gapes to reveal no undershirt underneath. You could slip your fingers inside and drag them along the smooth expanse of skin there, before slipping them down to pop every button open as you descend lower and lower…

“Your man not dress up for you much?”

Erica, one of your favorite coworkers and confidant, sidles up next to you as Frankie tries to leave a conversation by the drinks table, two glasses in hand. Your face heats up as you fan yourself surreptitiously with a napkin.

“Mmmhmmm, okay no need to answer that one for me. Boss left ten minutes ago, go get your man out of here before Johnson bores him to death,” she murmurs, giving you an approving look before going back to her lost-looking husband. Her revelation, coupled with your increasing need, rockets you across the room to Frankie’s relieved face.

“Sorry Johnson, I need Frankie for a minute. Nice seeing you!” you rush out, depositing Frankie’s proffered glasses on a waiter’s tray. Hands free, you tug Frankie to the exit, his voice lost in the rush of blood to your ears.

Out of the stuffy room and into the cooler night, Frankie huffs in surprise when you push him back against the building’s exterior and steal a heated kiss, a quick press of the lips preceding your tongue pressing into his mouth, stifling his moan with your own. Taking the hint, he pulls your hips flush with his, attacking your mouth with as much fervor as you’re giving. His teeth scrape against your tongue, letting you grind him against the concrete wall before he spins you to switch places.

“You had to wear the fucking glasses,” you gasp when he pulls back enough to nibble along your jaw.

“Thought they’d make me look smarter,” he whispers in your ear, palming one breast with the broad expanse of his hand. You mewl under the attention, mind hazily realizing you’re way too out in the open to be getting groped so thoroughly.

“Thought you’d ruin my panties is more like it,” you hiss back, spreading your legs to invite him between them. He shakes his head against your neck.

“Not here, let me take you home and take my time,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss behind your ear. The whine you squeeze out surprises you both, “needy little thing” the next words that Frankie drips against your skin.

“C’mon Frankie, feel how wrecked you made me,” you goad, the roll of his hips against your core revealing Frankie’s desire as plainly as your own. Stealing a glance towards the front door, he slides a hand under your skirt and swiftly pulls your panties to the side, sliding two fingers through the slick mess.

“Fuck, baby, all this for me?” he asks, and the buck of your hips against his hand slides his fingertips inside you shallowly. He growls in your ear, that feral noise that makes you want to push him until he snaps and takes from you. Pulling you away from the wall, he sucks his wet fingers into his mouth with a flash of darkness in his eyes.

“Get in the truck, we’re going,” he says quickly, his stride longer and faster paced than usual. His own need mirroring yours makes a wicked idea bloom in your lust-addled mind. It would get you into some trouble, but the reward would be as good as the punishment. Maybe better.

Frankie buckles in and drives you swiftly out of the parking lot, your house only a twenty minute trip from Lesandro’s. Twenty long, aching minutes with Frankie so close you can almost taste him. You need to taste him.

Palming his hard cock through the slacks earns you a groan and a swat at your hand, Frankie’s knuckles tightening on the steering wheel.

“Baby, stop, I need to get us home. You can last twenty minutes,” he admonishes, which only mounts your need. Another long stroke, another warning, and you’re popping the top button of his pants open. He says your name now, hand coming to wrap around your wrist as you slide his zipper down.

“Please, Frankie, just let me taste you. I’ll be good, I promise,” you beg, one hand slipped under your own skirt and sliding through your slick. “You got me so worked up, I just want to make you feel good.” Leaning over you blow a puff of hot air onto his cock, still straining against his boxer briefs. A string of curses fall from his lips as you mouth him, wetting the cotton with your tongue.

“Fuck, you just can’t wait, can you? Okay, baby, okay, but you can’t…you can’t suck me off, I’ll crash the fucking truck if you try. Just hold me in your mouth if you need it that bad,” Frankie gasps, the words finally allowing you to slip his cock from its confines and into your hot mouth. He groans loud at your heat engulfing him, your clever fingers finding your clit and stroking quick circles as you try your best to follow his rules. But Frankie is large and thick in your mouth. You can’t help sliding back up to adjust your jaw wider. Or when you slide back down your tongue flattens against the underside, lapping at the thick vein. That’s just a force of habit.

When you hum at the feeling of his head brushing the back of your throat, you can’t help but admit that you’re doing it on purpose.

“Fucking Christ,” Frankie swears, and you feel the car move from asphalt to dirt before coming to an abrupt stop. You slide your lips up and off his cock to ask why he stopped, but Frankie is already unbuckling his seatbelt and pulling you up to his mouth. He crashes his lips against yours, holding you in place with one firm hand on the back of your neck.

“Little tease,” he purrs, and the rush of heat to your cunt has you arching into his chest, burying your wet fingers in his hair. “I was going to take you home, spread you out on our bed and make you cum so many times you’d lose your voice.” Frankie’s thick fingers pinch your jaw, widening it so he can delve deeper with his tongue. You’re practically dripping on the bench seat, trying to move to your back but he holds you there, and the roughness of his touch makes your body thrum like a live wire.

“Was going to lick this pretty pussy until you came on my face, then flip you over and do it again. Maybe even tease your perfect little asshole,” he continues, your heart hammering in your chest as he pushes your arousal higher and higher. “Then I was going to make you cum around three fingers. Get you to squirt for me.”

“Frankie, fuck, please…” you whine, hips rocking against nothing, but he wraps his hands around them and bumps your noses together.

“Oh I’d have you begging by then too, but no, you couldn’t behave. Couldn’t wait the twenty minutes to get you home.” Your world spins as Frankie turns you to face away from him, pulling your ass tight against his hips. Heat blooms along your chest and face when you realize you’ve pushed him enough to lead to this.

“So you’re getting what you wanted, sweetheart. I’m gonna fuck you, needy little thing. Gonna give you my cock and you’re gonna take it just like this.” With that he flips your skirt up over your ass and slides his cock through your slick. Your jaw drops open; the truck is barely off the road, hidden by a few overhanging trees and a lack of streetlights but still very visible to another car passing by. Thighs trembling, you try to steady your breathing. It’s dangerous and mollifying, exhilarating and terrifying.

“You know what to say if you don’t want this,” Frankie murmurs in your ear, gentler than before. You do, you know the colors and the words that will slow Frankie down. But like hell do you want that right now.

“Green, handsome,” you shoot back, wiggling your butt against him. He chuckles darkly, guiding your hips to slide his cock over your clit.

“Then put your hands on the door,” he says, nudging you forward to brace yourself against the passenger door. Knocking your knees apart, Frankie’s bulk settles against your ass before his thick head begins breaching you.

Eyes rolling back and your mouth open in a silent moan, you savor the girth of Frankie’s cock with no preparation. You’re so slick and yielding, but he always stretches you to your limits. Even as he fucks shallowly into you, getting you used to him, you beg for more.

“Please Frankie, fuck me, want you to wreck me, been wanting you inside me all night,” you groan, pushing back to bury him deep inside, grinding the base of his cock to tease your throbbing clit. Frankie’s hands tighten around your hips, and with a sharp snap that knocks a gasp out of you as he sets a powerful pace.

The truck cabin fills with the lewd sound of Frankie’s fat cock fucking into your wet cunt, his guttural moans mixing with your higher ones. When you look behind you, Frankie’s baring his teeth and puffing air through his nose, curls sticking to the sweat at his temples.

“This what you need, beautiful? Needed me to pound this pussy until you can’t think? Needed me to claim what’s mine?” His filthy words hit a chord deep inside you didn’t know existed until he spoke it into life. You roll your hips back against him, leveraging your thrusts with your hands on the door.

“Yes Frankie, need you to fucking take me, make me yours, take what you want, I want everyone to know I’m yours,” you babble. A sudden crack of skin on skin makes you cry out, flooding your cunt with arousal. Frankie soothes the red handprint on your ass before tapping his fingers along it.

“Fuck, baby, you like that?” he moans as you nod vigorously in response. “Yeah, I can feel how much you liked that. Take it,” he orders before he slaps your other cheek, admiring how your movements get sloppier as you writhe in pleasure. “Mine,” he growls, another gentler slap. “Mine,” he pants as he yanks you back and pushes your chest to the seat, arching your ass up high for him to keep pounding into. “Mine,” he growls into your ear when he folds over your body, his thrusts shortening but hitting that powerful spot, tightening you around his cock.

“Oh fuck, sweetheart, I can feel it, you’re so close. Cum on me baby, I’m…fuck, I’m yours,” Frankie gasps, the possessiveness now curling in your own heart as you listen to him rail you within an inch of your sanity while repeating “yours” under his breath.

“Frankie, please…” you ask, not sure of what you need but he nods against your spine. Threading his fingers between yours, he slides his other hand to your clit and strums it fast and hard, the intensity throwing you off the edge of your impending orgasm.

With a muffled shriek you cum, feet scuffling against the leather seats and your hips bucking beneath Frankie’s weight. He holds you down, guiding you through it as he works his cock slowly through the grip of your channel. When the aftershocks subside, Frankie pumps into you a handful of times, then pulls out to spill on your ass with staccato moans.

For a long moment the truck is filled with gasping breaths, Frankie using your own skirt to wipe up his spend. When his heat disappears you prop yourself up to catch him leaning against the driver door, legs splayed and his head tipped against the cool glass, chest heaving. It takes a moment to rearrange your limbs but you finally slide between his legs and rest your head against his chest. His arms come up to cradle you there, stroking your back. You enjoy the silence, the comforting cadence of Frankie’s breathing bringing you back down.

“Was that too much?” he asks, a little apprehension in his voice. “I know we don’t go down that kind of path often…”

“Frankie, that was fucking amazing,” you soothe, grinning into his chest. “And I instigated that, I knew what I was asking for. Though you did almost make me end it with that plan you laid out.”

“Oh did I?”

“Very tempting.”

“You made your choice.”

You both laugh a little, the glow of the truck’s clock reminding you of the late hour. But Frankie has one more question to air in the dark.

“You weren’t jealous tonight, were you?” he asks, tucking his chin to look at you. “Because nobody in that room held a candle to you tonight. Or any night. I’m yours, babe,” he says, stroking his thumb along your cheek. The love that blooms in your chest is all the answer you need, but you’ll still say it.

“I loved being yours tonight. And every night.”

After getting back on the road, Frankie hums thoughtfully.

“If you wanted to do that every now and then…” he says tentatively, drawing your attention to his stunning profile. “You know, tease me, get me riled up, I’d be into that.”

A wicked smile curls your lips, half hidden in the dark.

“You like it when I rile you up?” you ask, leading Frankie’s hand back between your legs. You could find the energy for another round, your folds still soft and dripping. He gives you a look like he could devour you whole.

“I like it when I can show you you’re mine,” he rumbles, cupping your sex as the minutes until you’re home tick by.

“Show me again, then.”

END

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frannyzooey · 2 years

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Weeknights Drabble

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Frankie Morales x f!reader, Weeknights Universe

Rating: Explicit

“I wish I could have some alone time with Mommy.”

You rinse the dish you’re holding, placing it in the rack next to the sink and you look over at Frankie, cooing at your son. His body squirms enthusiastically in his grasp, Frankie’s fingers touching across his small back and looking at the dark swirl of hair across his tiny crown, you smile.

I wish I could have that too, you think to yourself. Your eyes linger on your husband, the curve of his jaw peppered in even more grey, strands of the light blending with the rich, dark brown waves that cover his head and his eyes crinkle as he smiles, his skin tanned and aged in a way that only makes him look more handsome.

It is those things, but maybe it’s the baby he’s holding on the counter right now that makes him look more handsome.

Yea, you feel your eyes hooding. It’s definitely when he holds the baby.

Sensing you looking at him, Frankie meets your eye and winks.

Standing, he places your son in a nearby rocker on the floor, bending to strap him in before tugging to make sure they’re secure and you take the moment to admire the muscles in his broad back, the sliver of skin exposed just above the waistband of his jeans.

When he stands up, you turn back towards the sink to resume the dishes and grabbing a bottle from the water, you feel the warmth of his body at your back without looking at him.

“I’ve missed you, baby.” He breathes the husky words into the nape of your neck, his fingers curling around your hips to pull you back into him and you close your eyes, limply dropping the bottle you were washing back into the sudsy water. You relax into his hold, relishing the press of his body, but also the comforting hold of it — it’s been a long few weeks.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” His mouth is warm and wet on your neck, a hum at the taste of your skin escaping from his throat and you let your head loll to the side, biting your bottom lip.

The baby shrieks, then gurgles — the less often one of play instead of discontent — and the sound of the rattle he’s batting at fades into the background; Frankie’s voice taking over. “It’s been a long time. His tongue traces the shell of your ear, a kiss pressed to the lobe of it. “Too long.”

He’s right - the baby transitioning into his own room but still waking in the night, Lucia’s infrequent but no less alarming for it night terrors; the two of you haven’t been able to catch a break. In the morning, you’ve been interrupted by her barging into your room. In the afternoon, you sleep when the baby sleeps. In the middle of the night, the two of you are out cold.

“I wanna taste your pussy, baby. I need it.” His words are strained, lighting an immediate flare between your thighs, the heavy weight of arousal gathering there and as if he can sense where you need him most — or maybe he actually really knows you just that well — his hand skates down, cupping you over the thin fabric of your leggings.

The ones you’ve been wearing for days because they are the most comfortable things you own, the ones that fit you like a second skin making it easier to bend down and clean up toys and lean over the bathtub and crawl on the floor for tummy time. All this time, you’ve been mentally scolding yourself for feeling unattractive, for not trying harder.

And all this time, you’ve been driving him absolutely crazy.

His fingers flex and dig into you, pressing right over your clit before slipping down to follow the curve of your entrance and your hand covers his own, helping him.

“You wanna play, baby?” His teeth catch on your shoulder, his broad chest covering your back and when you nod dumbly, he grins against your shirt. “It’s almost nap time.”

The weight of his hand drags up to the waistband of your bottoms, pushing beneath them and it’s immediate, the way he seeks the warmth of you out. Your mouth drops open when he pushes inside, a hitch escaping when he lets out a low groan into your ear when you take two of his fingers easily. Your wetness coats the digits as he glides them in down to the knuckle and his mouth waters, imagining the taste.

“I bet you taste so fucking good.”

A slow, filling push in, a curled slip out.

Another one in, down to the base of his fingers and when he holds it there for a moment, you let out a small whine. Your feet shift slightly open, giving his hand more room and he takes it, grinding the heel of it against your clit. You curl forward, your hands clutching the rim of the sink and he pulls you back to him, breathing in your ear.

“I’m gonna put him down right now.” His beard catches against your cheek, his sweet breath warm over the slope of it. His fingers are a snug fit, even more when he smoothly adds a third. “And then I wanna go play Mommy and Daddy.”

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absurdthirst · 1 year

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Landlord From Hell {Dark!Frankie Morales x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 21.2k

Warnings: Stalkerish behavior, voyeurism, spying, masturbation, oral sex (male and female receiving), vaginal sex, manipulation, abusive relationships, gaslighting, murder, trophies

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It’s perfect. You look around the apartment in the older, yet very well maintained building with a giddy eye. Trying to be critical of any glaring flaws but immediately falling in love with the very lovingly preserved crown molding and the charming original door knobs with the hole for a skeleton key on the interior doors. It was obviously a single family home at one point in time, but it has very thoughtfully been turned into two good sized apartments while still keeping the overall feeling of the place. The price is right and fits comfortably within your budget, although the included utilities wouldn’t hurt at all.

It is surprising that the space hadn’t been snatched up, but it might be because the landlord - and the downstairs neighbor - might be choosy about who lives above him. Your shoes squeak slightly against the original hardwood floors and you grin as you make up your mind. Turning around and facing the ruggedly handsome man who had introduced himself as Frankie. “I’ll take it.” You tell him before you give a small shrug of one shoulder and give him a sweet smile. “If you’ll rent it to me, of course.”

Frankie offers you a smile back, nodding his head. “Absolutely. It’s yours if you want it. You can move in whenever you want. I just need the first, last and security up front then we are squared away.” He can have the lease ready ASAP. You smile at him again and his heart flutters in his chest. It’s been a while since he’s felt like this. Giddy. Yet he can’t let himself get carried away. You’re going to be his tenant…even if you are gorgeous.

You grin, nearly wanting to throw yourself at him for a hug. It would be inappropriate, even if warranted. The housing market is insane and this place is going to be perfect. “Yes! Absolutely. I can- do you - will you take a check?” You ask, eager to secure the apartment. “It’s good, I can show you my bank balance if you need, or would you prefer me to just send you the money another way?” You don’t know how he expects your rent each month, but you don’t mind locking down this gorgeous apartment, already arranging your furniture in the space in your mind.

“Check will work and I can take a check every month if that works for you.” Frankie offers and you nod, “absolutely. I can do that.” He smiles and watches you open your purse to pull your check book out. His eyes dip down to your ass, appreciating the view and he knows it won’t be an issue to have you living above him. You seem sensible and you seem to be friendly. Unlike his previous tenant who left before the end of the lease.

“I can’t wait.” You gush, happy that you’ve found a place that seems so perfect. “Is it okay if I start bringing things over tomorrow?” You ask as you fill out the check. “I have to be out of my old place soon and I want plenty of time to make sure it’s clean so they don’t try to keep my deposit.” You roll your eyes, knowing they will try, even though you’ve barely been there a year.

“Of course. I just have some repairs I want to finish off later this afternoon so you’ll be fine to move in tomorrow. I’ll give you the key now so you can get situated before your place is cleaned up.” Frankie offers, a friendly smile on his face as he lists the things he needs to do to make sure the apartment is ready for you. He is excited to have someone living in the place above, both income wise and just to not feel so lonely. Ever since the boys found their own lives, he feels left behind and alone.

You give a grateful smile when the keys are in your hands. It’s nice to have a landlord who is interested in making repairs and keeping the property in shape. “Thank you, Mr. Morales.” You hum, making him wince and shake his head.

“Call me Frankie.” He offers, giving you a grin. “Mr. Morales makes me think you’re talking to an old man.”

You giggle slightly and nod. “Okay Frankie.” You beam happily, excited to get moved in and your stomach flips at the way that his smile makes you take notice of the way his eyes crinkle slightly. He’s handsome, and that's not a bad thing.

He loves the way you say his name. It makes his stomach twist and he hasn’t felt this way in such a long time. He grins back at you, excited by your excitement. “I’ll see you tomorrow once I’ve finished getting the place ready. Just need to do some paint touch ups.” He tells you, tucking the check into his pants while you grab your purse.

“See you tomorrow.” You agree, letting him walk you down the stairs and you look up at the house again, charmed by the gorgeous exterior. It’s going to be amazing living her, you just know it. “Thank you again.” You tell him, walking down the steps to your car. More amazing than the apartment is that there is actually parking right in front of the house in the form of a driveway that you will not have to fight people for. “I’ll bring breakfast!” You call out happily before you get into your car to hurry back to your old apartment and start packing.

Frankie watches you leave, waving as you drive down the street, and he already wishes you were moved in. Perhaps he could invite you over for dinner, or a drink. Get to know you better. The possibilities make him smile to himself as he goes back into his unit, making a mental list of what he is going to need to make your apartment more...secure. He wants you to be safe and sound and happy. He can help you achieve that.

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“Good morning!” You call out, hopping out of the moving truck and grinning at him. “Don’t worry, I have Steven stopping by soon to help out.”

Frankie frowns, wanting to ask who Steven is, and he does despite knowing he shouldn’t ask such personal questions so soon. “Is Steven - is he your boyfriend?” He asks, trying to remain as nonchalant as possible.

“Steven?” You laugh and shake your head. “No, we are just good friends.” You tell Frankie, opening the back of the moving truck with your furniture in it. You had moved some of your small things already, but this is the boxes and big items. You huff in amusement since it’s been awhile since you’ve dated.“Don’t worry, I won’t be having people parade in and out of the apartment.”

Frankie is pleased you don’t sleep around but this Steven guy already had him on edge. He’s worried that this guy is more than a friend and you’re just making it seem like nothing. Still, he has a glimmer of hope that Steven is just a fleeting inconvenience. “Me neither. I don’t - I’m a relationship kind of guy.” Frankie reveals.

You snort and roll your eyes. “Those types of men still exist?” You ask jokingly as you pull a box from the truck. You hand it to Frankie and a black Toyota comes creeping up the road as if they are reading house numbers until the driver obviously spots the truck and zooms up to part on the road. “Oh perfect. There’s Steven.”

Frankie braces himself and when Steven appears, slightly geeky and awkward but endearing, he relaxes a little. Seems like the kind of guy you’d friendzone. You rush up to greet Steven as he gets out of the truck and Frankie huffs when he sees that Steven is practically in love with you when he hugs you. “Steven. This is my landlord slash neighbor Frankie.” You intro is the men and Frankie offers Steven a smile, gripping his hand perhaps a little too tight after saying hello.

“Nice to meet you.” Steven offers, flexing his hand before he turns to you. “Sorry I was late. I rushed over as soon as I could.” You wave it away and motion to the truck. “We just opened it and Frankie has also offered to help so hopefully this will go pretty quickly!” You smile at both men. “And then we’ll get that pizza and beer!”

Frankie feels the vibe between you shatter with Steven here but he pushes through, knowing it’s gonna take more than moving some boxes to get you to like him. He wants you to like him…perhaps as more than just your landlord. He might show off a little, carrying more boxes than Steven and making you giggle when he pretends like he’s gonna add another one. Steven carries one box at a time, carefully setting it down where you tell him to while he makes eyes at you, making Frankie want to roll his own. “Just friends.” He scoffs under his breath.

Once the small couch and bed is moved in and situated, you flop down on the couch with a grin, happy to have everything in your place. “Wow.” You look over at where Steven is slumped down at your little kitchenette table and Frankie is leaning against the counter. “I’m moved in.” You tell them happily. “Food should be here soon.”

Frankie wants to hint for Steven to leave but the guy won’t be leaving, he’s too in love with you. It’s obvious. “You didn’t need to get food.” Frankie tuts, shaking his head at you and watching as you start to unpack your plates.

“And you didn’t have to help me move my stuff in.” You counter, opening up the fridge to pull out a six pack of beer so you can offer him one. “Do you want one, Steve?”

“Oh, uh, sure.” Steven says, almost pulled out of his thoughts and you hand him a beer. When you hand Frankie’s beer to him, his fingers brush yours, making his heart flutter and butterflies explode in his stomach.

There’s an almost awkward silence but you decide that it’s just because Frankie and Steven don’t know each other. “So Frankie, Steven has helped me move what? Three times now?” You ask as you open your own beer and take a sip. “But this time has been the fastest and it’s all thanks to your extra muscle.”

Frankie smiles, pleased that you recognize the effort he put in to get you moved in faster than Steven and he is a little concerned that you have known Steven long enough to move 3 times. However, that shows that Steven has no chance of being with you. You've obviously friend-zoned the poor bastard. "Happy to help." Frankie tips his beer towards you.

You smile at him, unable to deny that he is handsome, even sweaty right now. His hair curls from underneath his hair and his shirt is rolled up in an incredibly sexy working man kind of way. “So….” Steven breaks in, making you look away from your landlord. “Do you want me to help you unpack?” He offers, looking desperate to please.

You shake your head and tilt your head to the side in confusion. “I thought you had plans with someone this afternoon? I don’t want to take up all your day.”

Frankie smirks at that, hiding it behind the beer bottle when Steven flusters. “No. I, uh, I can cancel if you need me here to help you.” He stammers.

“I’m sure we will be fine to finish up. Right?” Frankie says to you, trying to act nonchalant.

“Yeah!” You light up, not wanting your friend to miss out on spending time with someone, you want him to find a girlfriend and be happy. He had mentioned plenty of times being lonely and wanting someone to develop a relationship with. “I mean, who better to help hang the curtains than the landlord?” You joke, laughing at your own comment. “He can’t get mad about the hooks if he decides where they go!”

Frankie chuckles, nodding in agreement, and Steven looks annoyed but resigned as he stands up to brush off his jeans. “I, uh, I guess I will head out.” Steven announces, making his way towards you. “I’ll see you soon.” He says, hugging you, and Frankie clenches his fist, trying to not react too much.

“See you soon.” You promise, rubbing his back. Frankie watches you say goodbye and he crosses his arms after setting down his beer.

“Well that means more pizza for you and me.” You tell Frankie as you look around the boxes and sigh, trying to decide where to start. “Getting the curtains up and my bed made is top priority.” You decide. “Don’t want to give the neighbors a free show tonight when I shower.” You joke with a groan. You have a few hours before you have to return the moving truck, so you might as well use the help while he is here.

Frankie swallows harshly at the thought of you in the shower, his cock twitching but he ignores it and offers you a chuckle. Steven bids you goodbye and leaves reluctantly, glancing back at Frankie before he goes. “Right. You mentioned pizza?” Frankie rubs his hands together, excited to just spend some time with you.

“Yes! It should be here soon.” You frown at your phone, noticing that there are no bars inside. There had been plenty of signal before and you wonder if something is going on with the cell towers. “That’s odd.” You huff and shove your phone back in your pocket. “My phone says I have no signal.”

Frankie frowns, “that’s weird. I have full signal. Maybe it’s just a fluke.” He guesses, trying to act like it’s unusual. When you shrug, he knows you think it’s weird but don’t question it. The doorbell rings thank God and he makes his way to the door while you find your bedsheets, and he pays for the pizza. Knowing you’ll be mad but you can consider it a housewarming present.

Huffing at the fact that you were supposed to treat him with pizza, you offer him a plate. “Thank you.” You murmur softly. “I can give you some cash.” You will feel horrible if you didn’t at least offer to pay him for the pizza. Even if you have the feeling that he will wave it off.

“Don’t be silly. Consider it a house warming present.” He shakes his head at you and opens the box. You go to protest but he offers you a look that makes you close your mouth and grab your own slice of pizza. “You can make it up to me another time.” He winks, hoping you don’t find him creepy and know he means coffee or just your company.

You moan softly when you take a bite of your pizza. It was a local place you haven’t tried before. It had just been the closest that had popped up when you looked for pizza places. “Oh my god, I’m going to love living here.” You groan as you savor the cheesy, saucy flavors bursting on your tongue.

Frankie’s cock twitches again at your groan and he picks up his own slice of pizza. He knows the place you order from and it’s his favorite so he groans when he takes a bite. “Fuck. Always so good.” He grunts, closing his eyes for a moment before he reaches for his beer. “So…you from here or move here from another state?” He asks.

You swallow the bite and give a small shrug. “I’ve lived here since college but I liked it so I decided to stay.” You offer with a curious look at him. “What about you?”

Frankie smiles, “I moved here a few years ago. I, uh, had a rough time when I got out of the service and finally decided I needed a new start so I bought this place. It was a shithole when I got it and I’ve built it up into what it is now and I’m proud of it. Decided to rent out the top floor to give me some income and nowadays I just fly when I want to.”

You frown, “fly?”

Frankie nods, “yeah I fly helicopters. Used to when I was in Delta.”

“Wow.” You’re impressed and immediately comforted by the fact that he was in the service. You wouldn’t have to worry about weirdos or someone messing with the house. “That’s amazing. I bet you looked great in uniform.” You bite your lip and look away when you realize you had said that. “I mean- uh, guys in uniform are always attractive, right?”

He smirks, pleased that you said that. “My friend Benny was the one the girls went mad for. My best friend Pope was the one who flirted up a storm. I’ve always been in the shadows. Never really found the right girl, ya know?” He says with a shrug, taking another bite.

“I see.” You are surprised that someone hasn’t snatched him up but think that maybe he’s picky. “Well I guess that’s lucky for me right?” You ask, grinning at him. “I can’t see a wife wanting to split up this gorgeous house into apartments and I love my place.”

“Lucky you.” Frankie grabs his beer and tilts it towards you. You are perfect. Everything he’s been looking for and he’s not gonna fuck this up. After you finish eating, you clean up and he makes quick work of putting your curtains up while you make your bed. He’s reluctant to go but he has to. It’s too soon to overstay his welcome. “I’ll let you settle in then. Uh, if you need anything just let me know.” He offers, wiping his hands on his jeans.

“Thank you so much, Frankie.” If you knew him better, you would give him a hug. Instead you offer him a smile. “I’m going to return the truck and then probably shower and get some sleep.” You tell him. “So I shouldn’t be banging around unpacking tonight.”

“It’s okay. I don’t sleep that well anyway.” He admits, his fingers twitching as he resists the urge to hug you. He wants to touch you but he doesn’t, knowing it will make things awkward. He has to be patient. “If you need anything, just call or text me. Have a good night. Welcome home.” He offers you a soft smile and makes his way towards the door.

When Frankie leaves, you close the door behind him and sigh softly as you lean against it. Looking around the apartment for a moment, you are eager to get settled in and set up a routine in your new space. It’s been a long time since you’ve been this excited about starting over and yet, you are smiling to yourself. You just know that it’s going to be perfect living here. ****

“Shit! Shit!” You shriek, jumping out of the shower in shock as the warm water suddenly turns ice cold. Nearly slipping on the tile floor, you fumble for the towel to wrap around your body and start to twist the knobs, and huff a curse when you don’t feel any change in the temperature of the water. “Damnit.” You huff, turning off the water and reaching for your phone. It’s been a week since you moved in and you finally finished unpacking two days ago. Frowning when you see the ‘no signal’ on your phone again, you are annoyed. It seems like cell service comes and goes and you’ve called the service provider with nothing coming of it. You will just have to go down to Frankie’s to talk to him about the hot water not working.

Frankie hears the knock on his door, he already knows it’s you. When he opens the door and sees you in nothing but a towel, his cock twitches. “Everything okay?” He frowns and you shake your head.

“No. The water isn’t working. It’s freezing cold.”

Frankie frowns, “oh God. Shit, I’m so sorry. I will fix it today. Do you want to use my shower? Finish up?” He offers.

You nod, grateful to finish up and not be covered in soap and shampoo. “I would appreciate it.” You gush as he opens the door wider and lets you into his apartment. It’s clean, a little sparse, but he is a bachelor. You hum in slight embarrassment as he leads you through to the bathroom. “Go right on in and finish up.” He tells you.

“Thank you so much, I’m sorry to already be bothering you.” You huff, embarrassed that your landlord and neighbor is already seeing you in your towel.

Frankie watches you go, his eyes trailing down your body for a moment, until he seeks out his toolbox. He sets it on the counter and waits until you come back out. “You can borrow one of my shirts if you want to go back to your place. I will check the water as soon as possible. Do you- are you going out this afternoon? I can go in then so I don’t disturb you.”

“Yeah I have some errands to run.” You smile at him gratefully. “I appreciate it. I’ll get dressed and get out of your hair. Hopefully it won’t be too hard to fix.” It’s a relief to have a landlord who doesn’t drag his feet or try to stall to fix things. At your old place you might not have had water for a week while waiting on a call.

Frankie grabs one of his shirts for you to wear, handing it to you before you step into his bathroom. He’s excited to see you in his shirt, his cock twitching again, and he is excited to enter your place. He wants to learn everything about you. All the little details.

You appreciate his thoughtfulness and are quickly back out, wearing his shirt and thankful that what he had chosen was obviously longer than most and covers you. It’s skimpier than what you would ever wear around your landlord or maintenance man, but it was better than just a towel. “Thank you so much. I’ll go get dressed really quickly and pop out so you can work in peace.”

Frankie is half hard seeing you in his shirt and he nods, unable to really speak as you make your way back to your place. He gathers what he needs and puts it in his toolbox, carrying it upstairs just as you are about to leave. “I’ll keep you posted on when it’s all good to go.” He offers, admiring your perfume when you come closer.

“Thanks again.” You smile at him, taking your keys out of your purse and deciding that you are going to get him something while you are out. Maybe a cupcake or some cookies to show your appreciation. Maybe just the supplies so you can bake him some. People always seemed to love homemade cookies and for the price of fixing your hot water, it was worth it. “I’ll see you later then.” You call as you make your way down the stairs and out the door.

Frankie enters the apartment, shutting the door behind him, and he opens his toolbox after setting it on the counter. He grabs what he needs and goes to the bathroom. The water is working, he doesn’t have to do anything to fix it except turn the knob so the hot water is flowing into your apartment. No, he’s not here to fix the hot water. He carefully undoes the shower head, grabbing the miniature camera from his pocket and he starts to secure it in place. After it’s secure, he grabs his phone, checking to see if the video is working. He smiles when he sees it working and quickly replaces everything.

He makes quick work of it all but once he’s done, he can’t stop himself from going into your bedroom. It’s basic but neat and he opens the closet, grabbing your shirts to sniff them. They smell like your perfume. He opens the dresser and groans when he sees the panties. He can’t resist. Picking up a pair of pink silk ones and he brings them to his face, smelling them and savoring the material. He shoves them in his pocket, closing the drawer and making his way back into the kitchen to get his things together. He’s done what he needed to do. He leaves after a quick glance around and turns the hot water on as he goes, satisfied that today was a success. A step closer to making you his.

Hours later, you pull back up to the house. You had received a text from Frankie telling you that he’s fixed the water and you are impressed with how handy he is. Pulling bags out from your trunk, you quickly go inside and upstairs to start making him a thank you gift. You have a feeling that he will like the chocolate chunk peanut butter cookies. Giggling happily when you check the hot water in the kitchen and find it perfect before you start setting out the ingredients and pulling your mixer out.

Frankie can hear you’re home. Light footsteps upstairs that don’t bother him. In fact, he likes it because he knows you’re there. He has your panties in his hand, his cock is hard, and he can’t hold back anymore. Taking his length out of his pants, he wraps the silk around his wrist before he grips his cock, starting a slow movement of his wrist. He imagines you touching him like this, cooing his name and looking at him like he has hung the moon. Your pretty face so close to where he needs you. Fuck, you’d look so dirty taking his cock down your throat, tears in your eyes.

You hum to yourself as you cream butter and sugar together. Smiling to yourself as you work and you turn on music from your phone. Another call to your service provider was in order and you were starting to think that there are just dead spots. Maybe an older home has something in the walls to block cellular service. Maybe you would have to get a landline, as archaic as it seems. That way you could have some reliable service.

“Fuck. Fuck.” Frankie hisses, jerking himself a little faster. The silk rubs his cock just right and he imagines you telling him you love him as you sink down onto his cock. He wants you, fuck he wants you. For more than sex. You’d be the perfect partner. Sweet and kind. Funny and smart. Beautiful. Everything he’s been looking for.

“Whoooooahhhhh we’re halfway therrrrree! Whoooahhhh! Living on a prayeeeerrrr.” You sing along with the song playing and dance around in your kitchen as you start to spoon the dough up onto the baking sheets. The first batch of cookies are already in the oven and you feel like this is going to become a regular thing for you. It’s homey and fun. “Take my hand, we’ll make it I sweeaarrrr.” You bite your lip as you giggle to yourself, wondering what your neighbor thinks about you dancing and singing upstairs. Probably thinks you're crazy, but you love music that makes you feel good.

Frankie hears the music and you singing, fuelling his fantasy of having a life with you, and he jerks his cock harder. “Fuck. Oh fuck.” He growls, hips thrusting up to meet his hand. The silk is damp with his pre-cum and he imagines you begging him to cum. “Shittt.” He yells when he cums, spurts hitting his chest and dripping onto his hand.

You stop singing, thinking that you heard Frankie yelling at you to turn it down and you lower the volume of the music for a moment but you don’t hear anything else. Dismissing it as just hearing things, you finish loading the baking tray with cookies just as the timer goes off for the ones in the oven. Humming happily as you rush to pull out the cookies to cool and then add the new tray, you groan to yourself at the smell. He’s going to love these.

Frankie pants, head tilted back towards the ceiling as his eyes remain closed. God, he hasn't cum that hard in a while. Your panties are ruined and he uses them to clean himself up, admiring the silk, and he knows he's gonna have to steal another pair for next time he jerks off. He just needs to find a way back into your apartment.

Plate of cookies in hand, you skitter down the stairs easily and jauntily knock on Frankie’s door. They are cool enough to plate up but still warm enough to enjoy, the ones on top are just ten minutes off the cooling rack and you are proud of how they turned out. Wanting to show him that you appreciated the quickness of his repairs. Frankie opens the door and you smile at him, watching his face turn from frowning in question to lighting up at seeing you. “Hey- I made you some cookies.” you offer, holding out the plate. “To say thank you for fixing the water problem.”

Frankie is surprised but swears you just made him fall even harder for you. "Thank you. I, uh, you didn't have to do that." He blushes slightly, thinking about your panties wrapped around his fist and he wonders what you'd think. Would you be turned on? Or disgusted? He hopes the former. "I am the landlord and I gotta make sure the place is good enough to live in."

“Can all landlords be like you?” You joke, shaking your head. “It would be a lot cooler if they were.” You shrug and give him a grin. “I can now soak in a bath tonight.” You don’t want to keep him long but you have to ask him a question. “I do have a favor to ask though.”

Frankie nods, taking the cookies from your hands. “Go on. I’m a pretty accommodating landlord depending on what you need.” He winks, deciding to be cheeky for a moment.

You give him a little giggle, enjoying the casual flirtation with the handsome man. “Very good distinction.” You tell him loftily. “Otherwise, you might find yourself tied to some renter’s bed.” You are completely joking but it is an interesting idea, seeing what he is like in bed.

Frankie wouldn't mind being tied up while you have your wicked way with him. The thought makes him shift from one foot to the other as his cock twitches. "The favor?" He asks after clearing his throat.

"Yeah. Would you mind meeting the cable company tomorrow and let them in so they can put my landline in? They will be here between 10 and 2 and I am out tomorrow all day." You tell him.

Frankie internally cheers at the opportunity to spend another moment in your place. "Of course. I can do that."

“Thank you.” You breathe out a sigh of relief. It had been the only day that you could schedule until you wanted to wait two weeks, and you didn’t want to do that. “I will make sure that they know that you will be there. I just don’t get why my phone doesn’t want to work, but having a landline will at least allow me to order pizza again.” You give him a bright smile. “Just let yourself in and there are drinks in the fridge if you get thirsty.”

Frankie nods, "thanks." He could almost punch the air at his luck. Being able to be there when the landline is installed. He looks down at the cookies, "You wanna come in and have one of these with me? I just got some milk yesterday." He offers, not wanting you to leave just yet.

“Sure!” You quickly agree, wanting to spend a little more time with Frankie, he’s nice and it is very easy to talk to him. Frankie opens the door wider and steps back to allow you to come in. “So what was the problem with the water?” You ask, not really knowing anything about it, but wanting to hear about his handyman skills.

“Oh. Just the connection was loose. Must’ve been the older pipes. I might get the house replumbed soon.” He says, gesturing for you to sit down at the counter while he gets the glasses and milk.

“Oh, yeah, I can imagine they are older.” You hadn’t really thought about all the upgrades and repairs an older house might need. “The things you’ve done with this place are great. Did you turn it into apartments yourself?”

“Yeah.” He flushes, rubbing the back of his neck after he pours you a glass of milk. “After the service, I had a lot of free time so I bought this place for cheap and decided to - well, it was supposed to be for a family but that never happened for me so I decided to convert it into two places and rent one out for income.”

“That’s impressive!” You praise. “Especially because you kept the charm of the house. Most people just strip it of all character in favor of modern updates.” You shake your head. “But you managed to give modern amenities and make me wish that the old oil lamps were in use.”

He chuckles, “I fell for this place because of the charm. I didn’t want to destroy that. I just didn’t get around to updating everything. Like the locks. I want to add technology and update the plumbing and electrical. I will once I have some savings.”

“I fell in love with the door knobs.” You confess. “Obviously the front door needs the more secure locks, but the keyholes and having skeleton keys?” You grin and take one of the cookies to dunk it in the milk. “I just want to put on a hoop skirt and carry a large key ring around.”

Frankie grins, “we will have to see about getting that for you.” He grabs a cookie, dipping it in the milk before he takes a bite. A loud groan escapes his lips as he tastes the sweet treat you made for him. “Fuck, that’s good.” He moans, looking at the cookie on his hand.

“I’m glad you like them.” You look away, shy at the way he had groaned. It was really sexy. “I love to bake.”

“I bet. Fuck, you bake and yet you’re somehow single? Something is wrong with the world.” He shakes his head, sipping his milk after taking a bite. “If you were mine, I’d never let you go.” He jokes, hoping you see it as banter.

You snort and throw him a grin. “So you’re one of those ‘win ‘em over with their stomach’ kind of guys?” You ask, slightly flustered at his comment. It’s been awhile since someone complimented you like this, beyond Steve, but he was just a friend.

Frankie blushes a little. “I guess so. I just - when I was in Bagram, the food was so shit I just - I missed my home comforts, ya know? I wanted to just indulge a bit. I’m not as fit as I used to be but I try to go running every day or so to keep myself in shape…kind of.” He jokes, rubbing his lower stomach.

“Please.” You huff and roll your eyes. “You look great.” You nudge the cookie plate towards him. “Believe me, there’s nothing wrong with you the way you are right now.” You understand wanting to eat well and approve of it. “Good food, good alcohol and good sex is the dream, right?”

Looking back on it, Frankie is certain this is the moment he falls in love with you. You are everything he’s been waiting for. “I don’t know about the good sex part. It’s been a while.” He snorts, leaning against the counter as he tries to play it cool but fails, leaning closer to you.

You don’t believe that for a second. “Oh okay, play modest.” You joke, rolling your eyes at him. “I’m sure you are turning down offers. I don’t believe for a second you aren’t getting eyed up like a snack.” You know that you’ve done your fair share of looking since moving in. Two days ago you had damn near licked the window when he was mowing the yard.

Frankie stares at you, “I don’t - I haven’t been on a date for like, a year or two. I’ve lost track. I don’t - no one has caught my eye.” He wants to add “until now” but doesn’t, not wanting to scare you off too soon. “Besides, why are you single?” He snorts, “surely you got guys tripping over themselves to be with you.”

You bark out a small, sarcastic laugh. “Yeah right.” You huff. “It’s more like they want to have a quick or easy roll in the sack and then decide to ghost.” You had shit luck in the dating world and decided to take a break. “I fucking hate dating aps and that seems like what everyone wants to do.”

“Me too. I fucking hate using my phone for anything other than calls. Social media is a no for me. Dating apps? That’s a fuck no. Benny tried to set me up on one and I went on a date and the woman didn’t look anything like her photo.” He shakes his head.

“Ugh, that’s the worst.” You commiserate. “I just - I decided I wasn’t going to bother. I would either meet someone in a grocery store or whatever or I would become the spinster with twenty cats.” You joke with a laugh.

“Cats aren’t in your lease.” Frankie jokes, liking this easy back and forth between you and he knows you are perfect. You are looking for someone too and he hopes he can prove he’s the man for you. He can’t rush this though. “Do you maybe, uh, wanna watch a movie with me tonight? I can - I can order take out. It’s just - I haven’t had company for a while and I like talking to you.”

You bite your lip, feeling a little flustered at the idea that he would want to spend more time with you. “That sounds good.” You agree with a quick nod. “I’ll- do you mind if I run upstairs and throw on some comfy clothes?” You ask with a grin. “It’s always better when you’re comfy.”

“Of course.” Frankie nods, “what kind of take out do you want?” He asks before you go. He wants to please you, wants you to stay here. He wants you to love him. “I’m pretty open to anything.” He tells you, “I’ll eat whatever I can get.”

You smirk and decide that you are going to test him. “How do you feel about Indian food?” You ask, thinking about butter chicken and rice with some garlicky naan. “It’s been awhile since I’ve had some and it sounds amazing.”

“Oh yes. I love Indian food. My friend Will made me try it a few years ago and I love it. What do you want, sweetheart?” He asks, the nickname slipping from his lips before he can stop it.

Surprised by his answer, you smile. “I was thinking some butter chicken and naan, ohhhh and some samosas?” You ask, nearly drooling at the idea. “What do you normally eat?”

Frankie smiles, “I like the same thing. I’ll order it. There’s a place near here that does the best butter chicken you’ll ever eat.” He tells you, grabbing his phone. “Go change and I’ll get everything ready.” He orders, swearing that you are his soulmate. The woman he’s been waiting for.

You jump up from the chair and nod. “I’ll be right back.” You promise and rush upstairs to change. Excited and slightly nervous about it. It kind of feels like a date and you get butterflies. “Should I wear some sexy lingerie underneath comfy clothes?” You ask yourself as you look in your drawers, frowning when you don’t find your pink panties. You love those.

Frankie hears you walking around upstairs after he orders the food and he opens the new app on his phone. Smiling when he sees you walking around your bedroom. When you walk into a different area to change, you disappear off of the camera which makes Frankie huff. He won’t be able to see you undress and he so desperately wants to know if you’re as sexy as you seem. He knows you are but he wants to see you, maybe screenshot so he has something to jerk off to later. “I gotta get back in there.” He mutters, closing the app.

You change clothes and come back downstairs, deciding to bring the rest of the beer you had bought when you had moved. “Knock, knock.” You call out, not opening the door. Even though you’ve been invited to stay, you don’t know if he’s changing or something.

“Come in.” Frankie calls out, the TV already turned on and he has his blankets and the plates are out ready for the takeout. He is excited you’re here but he’s a little peeved still about the camera. He narrows his eyes a little when he looks at you when you enter before he smiles. “Uh, nice shirt.” He points at your worn out “Army” shirt that looks way too big for you.

“Thanks.” You brush the shirt down and give him a small smirk. “It was my last ‘real’ boyfriend’s. I stole it from him because it was comfortable.”

To say Frankie is jealous is an understatement. He knows you’ve had relationships but to see you wearing another man’s shirt…it ignites a rage inside of him. He tries to smother it, humming and offering you a smile, but his jaw is clenched. “I ordered the food.” He declares, trying to control himself from just ripping that fucking shirt off of you.

Wondering if you’ve said something wrong, you try to brush it off and sit down on the couch. “Thanks, although one time you should let me pay.” You hadn’t forgotten that he paid for the pizza when you moved in. Frankie scoffs but doesn’t argue and you try to get back to that easy flow you had before. “Have you picked out a movie?”

“No. Your choice, sweetheart.” He tells you, handing you the remote and he leans back against the sofa, unclenching his fists. He is already thinking of how he can get rid of that t-shirt. He smirks when he imagines tossing it on the floor and taking your tits in his hands.

You search through the movies that are available and decide on one that looks like it might appeal to a man who was in the military. “Oh this looks promising.” You look over at him to see what he thinks. “What do you think?” You don’t want him to be bored.

Frankie would honestly watch anything if it means getting to spend more time with you. He nods, “looks good,” and settles back into the sofa. He hopes you want to cuddle but he won’t push anything just in case you aren’t ready for that yet. The movie starts and Frankie watches you from the corner of his eyes, admiring you even in your comfy clothes…that fucking shirt.

You start out leaning against a pillow on the opposite side of the couch, then moving it between the two of you so you can lean the other way. Damn if your back isn’t being ridiculous and you edge a little closer to Frankie as you try to spread out slightly. “Sorry.” You huff, knowing he has to notice. “My back has been kind of weird since moving and I can’t get comfortable.” You admit.

“You’re fine. Sit however you want, sweetheart.” Frankie tells you, his entire body vibrating with the need to have you touching him, even if it’s just you leaning against him. “Lean against me if you want.” He adds, his fingers twitching against the sofa.

You try not to, at least for a few minutes and then you give up. He had offered, so as the movie plays, you crawl closer to him and turn so you are leaning against his side, sighing in relief when the pressure relaxes.

Frankie feels like this entire body is on fire and he can’t resist wrapping his arm around you. “This okay?” He asks. You nod and he smiles, rubbing your arm before you both relax into the sofa. He loves it, how you feel against him. It’s like you are meant to be here.

The movie isn’t great but Frankie makes you laugh by pointing out all the military inaccuracies. You’re slightly disappointed when the doorbell rings and the food is delivered, having to move away from him and soon the two of you are eating side by side on the couch.

“Damn this is good.” You moan, pointing your fork towards the plate. Frankie nods, tearing off a piece of naan. “Right? It’s really good.” He hums, happy you like the place he picked. He could do so much for you if he only got the chance.

“You will have to show me all the best places to eat and drink.” You shove another savory bite of the chicken in your mouth and moan happily, reaching for your drink to wash it down with. “I don’t really go out a lot, but I don’t want to bother with shitty bars if I can help it.”

Frankie nods, “we can make a list and go through it together. I don’t really go out much myself. It’s…sometimes it’s too crowded and I don’t like it.” He admits, setting his fork down. “I don’t do well in crowds.”

“Oh.” You immediately shake your head. “No, we don’t- I’m sorry I didn’t even think about something like that.” You give a small laugh. “I’m an idiot. Never really knew a lot of people in the military.” You explain.

Frankie shakes his head, “it's okay. You didn’t - it’s not something I talk about a lot.” He admits, picking his fork up again. “I’d like to hang out though. I know a few cool bars that serve these local beers.” He tells you.

“Wherever you feel comfortable.” You assure him. It’s not like you have a lot of experience with the bars in the area so it’s not a big deal. Having someone who most likely has some issues from their life be comfortable is more important. Besides, you would like to spend time with him outside the house.

Frankie reaches for your hand, giving it a squeeze. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He smiles, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss the back of it. He can’t help himself and he hopes you think this is a friendly gesture and you’re not creeped out by him.

You fluster slightly, unused to having a man show those kinds of manners. “I- you’re welcome.” You manage after clearing your throat and for a moment, you think that Frankie wants to lean in and kiss you. Which is ridiculous, so you turn back to the movie. “So, do you keep in touch with your military buddies?” You ask.

Frankie chuckles, “I can’t get rid of them. No matter how hard I try. My captain, Tom, he’s a few blocks away. Will and Benny are across town and Santi, my best friend, just moved back from Australia. So yeah, we are all still close.” He smiles, reluctantly letting go of your hand so he can continue eating.

You two quickly finish up dinner and lean back against the couch again. This time it wasn’t as awkward as before and you found your head laying on his shoulder as the movie hit the climax. Yawning, you try not to close your eyes, but the combination of a full stomach and relaxed atmosphere has you slipping off to sleep against your landlord.

Frankie’s heart is going a mile a minute when you lean against him. He swears he could die there and then and he’s happy. You trust him enough to fall asleep against him and he daren’t move in case he wakes you up. “You’re gonna be mine, you know? I'm gonna make you so happy and you are going to love me and want me. I’ll make sure it happens.”

You don’t know how long you sleep but you wake up and realize that the tv is on something else and you are still laying against Frankie. “Oh my god.” You sit up and cover your face with your hands in embarrassment. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”

Frankie shakes his head, “it’s okay. Don’t even worry about it. It’s okay.” He promises, missing the warmth of your body against him. He wants to pull you back in and hold you but he doesn’t.

“Talk about being comfortable.” You joke, shaking your head at yourself and standing up so you can stretch and help him clean up.

“Don’t worry about that.” Frankie insists but you just tut.

“You fed me dinner, and let me sleep on you.” You huff. “The least I can do is help clean up. Please?”

“Don’t be silly. Go to bed. I can handle it.” He insists, guiding you towards the front door after he stands up. He places his hand on your lower back, guiding you towards the door. “Go to bed, sweetheart.”

“Okay.” You give him a small pout, but you are too tired to throw up too much of an argument. “G’night, Frankie.” You murmur before he opens the door and lets you out. “Thanks for being there for the cable guy tomorrow.”

****

When the cable guy leaves, Frankie grabs the toolbox he hid under the sink. Making quick work of installing the jammer on the line so he can control it. He also installs the additional cameras he needs. When he sees the army shirt from your ex in your laundry basket, he grabs it. Shoving it into his toolbox so he can shred it later. He won’t allow you to have clothes from another man. Finally, he can’t help himself. He opens your underwear drawer, grabbing a pair of lace black panties. Imagining you wearing them already has his cock hardening and he can’t wait to get back downstairs so he can jerk off. Grabbing his tool box, he locks your door and goes home to get off with your underwear.

You pull back up to the house and sigh. It’s been a long day and you can’t wait to soak in a bath and relax. You think about knocking on Frankie’s door, but decide against it, trudging upstairs and letting yourself into the apartment.

Frankie groans, his wrist twisting as he jerks his cock, the lace is rough but he fucking loves it. He imagines you wearing those panties, rubbing yourself on him and begging him to fuck you. He hears your car pull in and he imagines you just walking in, kneeling down and taking his cock into your mouth.

You groan after you drop your keys into a bowl near the door and kick off your shoes. The phone is plugged in and you smile when you pick it up to press talk to hear the dial tone. Your wifi should be working too so at least you can play on your phone. You hum to yourself as you walk into the bathroom and start the water. You want to soak in a bath and maybe masturbate.

“Fuck. Oh fuckkkkk.” Frankie groans, cum spurting on him as his mind goes blank to everything but you. Imagining you swallowing every fucking drop and loving it. His eyes are closed as he revels in the climax, your panties ruined but he loves it.

You take your time and pour yourself a glass of wine before you start stripping down. Throwing some bath salts in to dissolve and you stick your toe in to test it, groaning when the water is the perfect temperature. “God that is going to be so nice.”

Frankie cleans himself up, throwing away the ruined panties and he slumps down on the sofa. He wants you, he wants to go and see you but he can’t. He pulls out his phone, opening the app and he groans when he sees you in the bath. “Fuck sweetheart. You’re so pretty.” He coos, holding the phone to watch you.

You sigh to yourself, closing your eyes and leaning back in the tub. The wine is at your fingertips and you let your muscles soak. Relaxing in the moment and wishing there was someone to give you a massage. Instead of worrying about your lack of partner, you sit up slightly and reach for your phone, wanting to turn on some porn so you can get in the mood.

Frankie is glad he installed audio, listening to the moans start as you clearly put porn on your phone. “Fuck. You dirty girl.” He mutters to himself with a smirk, spent cock twitching at the idea of you touching yourself.

Something feels wrong, just for a split second you feel as if someone is watching you. Making you glance over the edge of the tub, looking around the bathroom and leaning forward to look out the door into the living room. Shrugging it off and leaning back as you watch the man start eating the woman’s pussy like he was starving. “Fuck, I need that to happen to me.” You moan as one hand slips beneath the water to start rubbing your clit.

Frankie wishes you didn’t have any bubbles in the bath so he can see everything going on but your breathy moans are enough for him to get hard again. His grip on the phone tightening slightly and he wishes you’d let him lick your pussy. “Fuck. I bet it’s so pretty.” He murmurs to himself.

You watch the screen of your phone for a moment, wishing that it was you that was getting licked and sucked on. “Fuck.” You feel your cunt bottom out when you rub your clit just right. “I need to get laid.” You moan to yourself. “Just have someone fuck me stupid.”

Your words make Frankie pull his cock out of his pants, hard once more and he groans when he wraps his fingers around his cock. He hisses and forces himself to watch you, forcing himself to not just go upstairs and rub your clit for you.

You reach up to cup your tit, pinching your nipple until you moan and the water sloshes as your hips jerk. “Oh fuck.” It’s wrong, but you imagine your landlord. Imagine Frankie fucking you. Sucking on your tits and licking your pussy until you cum. He looks like a man who doesn’t mind going down on a woman.

You’re so fucking beautiful and sexy. Your moans make his cock twitch and he slowly jerks himself off, wanting to watch you cum first. “Fuck. I want you.” He groans, twisting his wrist as he watches you.

Your breathing picks up as you masturbate, closing your eyes and not even paying attention to the porn anymore. Too busy imagining what would have happened if Frankie had spread you out on the couch last night and fucked you instead of watching a movie. Your back arches and your head tilts back with a cry as you cum, panting and shuddering your way through your orgasm.

Frankie groans as he cums for the second time that night. Fuck, you’re gorgeous and perfect. He loves everything about you. “Fuck baby. Fuck. Oh shittt.” He hisses through his teeth, unable to believe how gorgeous you are as you cum and it sends him over the edge. Hot cum hitting his chest and stomach while he groans your name.

You slump back down into the tub after you ride out your orgasm, sighing to yourself and pulling your hand out of the water so you can take another sip of your wine. Your orgasm was good, but it could have been so much better if it was from someone else.

****

Frankie sees you pull into the driveway and he waves. It's been a month since you moved in and he has fallen for you. Watching you in your apartment has become his full time job and he has added more cameras during the "odd jobs" you asked him to take care of. He can see every inch of your place and he fucking loves watching you. You are everything he's been waiting for and he wants you. He's gonna make a move soon.

You give Frankie a friendly wave, smiling as you grab your bag from the car and walk about the car to the steps. Frankie is outside working on the lawn mower and it’s kind of sexy to see a man fixing something. You’ve had some moments of weirdness in your apartment and for some damn reason, your underwear keeps disappearing, but you love living here. “Hey Frankie.” You walk up and watch what he’s doing. “Whatcha doin’ tonight?”

Frankie wipes his brow after taking his cap off. It's hot outside and he has his shirt off while he mows the lawn. "Nothing. What's up?" He asks. Fuck, you look beautiful. He likes the way you've done your hair today.

You hitch your bag higher on your shoulder and try not to stare. Frankie claims that he’s not in shape, but you love the look of him. He’s not sporting more than a small little pouch that shows his love of good food and you think it’s sexy. Never caring for those guys who spend half their life in a gym. “I was thinking that since it’s Friday…” you are a little nervous about asking. “How about you show me that bar you were telling me about? With the local beers?”

Frankie grins, wiping his brow once again. You want to go out with him. This is progress. “Sounds good sweetheart. I gotta finish this up but you wanna meet here at 8? We can get some food at the bar. They have good sliders.” He tells you, trying to act a little cool instead of freaking out that you want to go out with him.

“That sounds good.” You grin back at him and nod. “Yeah, eight.” You repeat and turn around to dash into the house so you can go up to your apartment to get ready. You want to go out and have a good time tonight and you had turned down Steven’s offer of going out to some club. Instead you wanted to try out the bar your handsome landlord mentioned and you only wanted to go with him. Your crush was starting to be painful and you were afraid you were reading things wrong, but you thought he might like you too.

Frankie is nervous, his hands a little sweaty, but he showers and puts a little effort into his outfit. He has a button down shirt on and his nicest jeans but he can’t leave his hat at home. At eight sharp, he heads outside to wait for you. When you come down the stairs, Frankie’s eyes widen. Fuck, you look gorgeous.

"Do I look okay? For that bar you want to go to?" You ask, wondering if you should change.

Frankie shakes his head, “you look beautiful. Trust me, I’ll be the one bringing my bat to beat them off tonight baby.” He winks at you, hoping you don’t see the look in his eye that he properly means that.

You fluster slightly and look away, before you clear your throat. “So do you want to take my car or do you want to drive?” You ask, wondering if he’s the type that likes to drive. You feel like he is. That need for control.

“I’ll drive.” He insists, pulling out his keys for his truck. He walks over to the truck and opens the passenger door, holding his hand out to help you up into the vehicle. You take his hand and his heart sings, loving how you feel and he wishes this was a proper date. He helps you up into the car, your jeans are tight and he loves your ass, admiring it before you sit down and he shuts the door once you’re settled. Rounding the truck, he gets in and starts the engine, backing out of the driveway to make his way to the bar.

“Yeah. I haven’t been out for a while. I’ve been working a lot and I just want to watch tv. It’s nicer when you have someone to watch tv with though.” He sighs, turning onto another street a few blocks from the bar.

“It is.” You can agree with that. “You’ll have to come up and watch House of the Dragon with me.” You offer with a grin. “It’s that new GOT spin-off.”

“Any good? The way Game of Thrones ended scarred me.” He chuckles, turning into the bar parking lot. He kills the engine when he’s parked and he gets out, opening the door for you and holding his hand out to help you out.

“It is good.” You take his hand and your stomach flips at how warm and strong his light hold on you is. “Thank you.” It’s starting to feel like a date even though you had proposed just something casual. Not that you mind at all. “So this is it, huh?” You smile as you look at the very unassuming facade.

Frankie shuts the door and locks his truck. “It’s nicer inside.” He promises, deciding to be bold and take your hand once again, guiding you inside, and the place is busy but not packed, a nice atmosphere. “What ya think?” He asks, biting his lip.

The music isn’t so loud that you can’t hear yourself think and everyone seems to be having a great time. Servers are rushing around with drinks and baskets of food, and conversations are at a low din. “It looks great, I can see why you like the place.” You grin. “You want to sit at a table or the bar?”

"A table would be good." Frankie guides you over to a table that is close but not too close to the crowd. He glances around, finding the exits and mentally remembering them and he sits you down before positioning himself so he has eyes on every corner of the bar. "What do you want to drink sweetheart?" He asks, handing you the menu.

Looking over the menu, you hum at all the local selections. “Oh that looks good.” You point to a fruit ale and then look up at him. “And you can’t come to a bar without bar food, right?”

Frankie chuckles, "the sliders are really good." He nods, looking over the menu despite knowing what he wants to get. The waitress comes over and Frankie orders his beer, a local IPA, and you order the fruit ale. "I'll get those and come back for your food order." She says and walks off. Frankie doesn't watch her ass as she walks away, too focused on you. You look gorgeous tonight.

God, he’s a gentleman. You notice that he’s not looking around at other women and it’s nice to have a man who has manners with you. You aren’t even on a date so he isn’t obligated, but it still makes your cheeks heat up slightly. “So are you a fries or onion rings kind of guy?” You ask, leaning in across the table. You want to learn about him and have a fun night too.

“Depends on the day.” He answers honestly, “fries probably though.” He wants to take your hand, his fingers tapping near yours but he doesn’t, not wanting to scare you off. “Cookies or brownies?” He asks, remembering the dessert options.

You moan quietly. “Both.” You flash a naughty grin. “Have you ever had a brookie?” You ask. “Combination of brownie and cookie, literally an orgasm in your mouth.”

Frankie groans at that, “oh fuck. That sounds amazing. I want one of those.” He nods, “definitely want one of those. They do an amazing brownie sundae here.” He tells you, biting the bullet and taking your hand in his.

You nearly giggle with butterflies and you shift slightly to let your fingers thread between his. “So, are you glad you came out tonight or would you rather be watching tv?”

“Definitely glad I came out.” He smiles, cheeks flushing slightly. It’s been a while since he’s gone on a date and he wants you. God, he wants you. He squeezes your hand, not letting go when the waitress sets the drinks down and he barely manages to look away from you to order. “I, uh, I don’t want - I’m your landlord but I’m - I really like you.” He admits, flustered after the waitress walks away again.

You bite your lip and sigh as you reach over to cover his hand with your other. “I like you too Frankie.” Your heart is pounding and you feel like your cheeks are on fire. “Really like you.” You think back to your bath and then later on when you had used your vibrator thinking about him. “I guess we could call this our first date? If you wanted to?”

Frankie smiles, “I’d like that.” He picks up his drink after gently taking his hand from yours, holding the drink towards you. “To our first date.” He toasts. When you clink your glass against his, he grins and takes a sip.

You’re laughing at a joke that Frankie tells you as the waitress brings your food. Learning that his sense of humor is wicked and slightly dirty delights you. “Oh my god.” You wave your hand in your face to try to keep from crying, you are laughing so hard. “That’s horrible.”

Frankie chuckles, "Benny got smacked by his mom for that, he deserved it. He was being a brat." Frankie snorts and leans back so the waitress can set the food down. "Thank you ma'am." He tells her, reluctantly letting go of your hand. "You're welcome. You two make a cute couple by the way." She smiles and walks off.

You give a small giggle and look at Frankie. “I guess it’s a good thing we decided this was a date.” You joke and look down at the food. “This looks and smells amazing.” You groan and smirk at him before you pick up a fry out of your basket and offer it to him.

He takes the fry, unable to wipe the smile off of his face. He swears he hasn't been this happy in...in forever. While he chews, he watches you pick up the slider and he enjoys watching you take a bite and fucking loves the moan that escapes your lips after. "Goddamn." He murmurs, reaching down to adjust himself.

“God,” you swallow the bite and roll your eyes over at him, practically mooning over the slider. “This is exactly what I needed.” You gush. “Good food, beer and a hot guy.” You love tonight so much more since you had plans for another bath if he turned you down.

He blushes at being called hot. He is glad you are attracted to him because he wants you. He needs you. God, he needs you. “Glad you like the food.” He winks playfully, wanting this night to end with a kiss. Maybe more but he wouldn’t push. You have to want him too.

“Oh come on.” You huff and snatch a fry up to point at him. “You know you’re hot. Doing yard work without your shirt on is peak male hotness.”

Frankie snorts, “it’s fucking hot outside and the damn grass goes everywhere so it’s easier to not wear a shirt. I got this from too many beers.” He reaches down to slap his lower stomach. “I’m glad you think I’m hot though because you are - you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever known.”

You scoff, even though you are loving the compliment. “Then you haven’t known many women.” You joke. “I had an ex tell me I was sex with the lights off.” That had stung but he was a prick so you try not to let it get to you too bad most days.

Frankie’s jaw clenches and he is glad he doesn’t know who that guy is because he would kill him. “That guy was clearly blind. What an asshole. I’d beat him up for you.” Frankie says seriously.

Your eyes widen slightly but you don’t take him seriously. “Thanks, but he’s not worth it.” You give a small shrug. “He’s an asshole who wasn’t worth my time.” You repeat your mantra. “So….when was your last relationship?”

Frankie sighs, “it was a while ago. She, uh, she got pregnant and then told me it wasn’t mine. She cheated on me and I was deployed so it couldn’t have been mine. Obviously we broke up but I- it did a number on me for sure.” He admits.

“Shit.” You hiss, hating that you brought up an obvious bad memory for him. “I’m so sorry. What a bitch.” You shake your head, wondering why someone would cheat and then try to pass the baby off as someone else’s. You reach out and take his hand again. “I’ll kick her ass for you.” Playfully offering the same kind of treatment he had offered you.

Frankie chuckles, shaking his head. “I appreciate the offer but honestly? She did me a favor. I didn’t realize that I was unhappy and when I was alone, I felt like a weight had been lifted off of me. It - it was for the best.” He shrugs, wanting to change the subject.

You take another bite of your slider and consider another question to ask, enjoying learning about him. “What’s your dream vacation?”

Frankie grins, “I’ve been to the desert too many times to count. I want to go to the mountains. And a beach. I want to go to Hawaii.” He smiles, “just relax and chill out.”

“Hmmm laying on the beach drinking frozen alcoholic beverages and snorkeling sounds perfect.” You sigh, completely agreeing. “I went on a cruise about five years ago and it was really nice.”

“Yeah? Maybe one day we can go.” Frankie offers, wanting you to know that this is more than one date to him. He wants to be with you and he wants to have you. Wants you to be his. You fluster and he adores it, picking up his drink to take a gulp.

“That would be fun!” You finally manage, grinning at the idea of him Frankie in a Hawaiian shirt. You pick up the beer and take a sip of your own, humming happily at the fruity tartness of it.

Frankie insists upon paying for the bill after you share a brownie sundae. “It’s our first date. I’m paying.” He orders, playfully slapping your hand away from the folding booklet.

You huff, grinning and watch as he pays. “Well, I guess that means I owe you a kiss.” You murmur playfully, knowing he won’t expect that of you. You want to kiss him.

“Now that I can agree to.” He grins, standing up and taking your hand to guide you through the bar. He wants to take you home and when you’re out in the parking lot, he guides you to his truck. He gently pushes you back against his truck. “I want that kiss now.” He smiles and leans down, cupping your cheek to kiss you softly.

You sigh and don’t hesitate to wrap your hands around his back and pull him closer. Opening up and moaning slightly when your tongue meets his as he deepens the kiss and presses into you more. You don’t think about anything but Frankie, completely unaware of everything but him.

He is going crazy. He’s addicted already. The way you taste and the way you feel against him has his heart thumping and he’s certain that this is where he was always meant to be. He kisses you a few moments more before he kisses your neck, catching his breath. “Fuck baby. You’re so perfect.”

Panting, you give a small giggle. “I don’t normally do this, but do you want to come back to my place?” You ask, smiling at the idea of your landlord being in your apartment for reasons other than fixing things. “I think you need to check my smoke alarm…. in the morning.”

Frankie is so pleased and he nods, offering you a smirk. “Yes baby. Come on, let’s go.” He pulls you aside so he can open the door, helping you inside and he smacks your ass.

You yelp and giggle as he shoots you a grin. Watching him round the hood of the truck and climb in beside you. “Someone’s eager to go home.” You tease, throwing him a wink. “I wonder why that is.”

He chuckles when he gets in, “baby I’ve wanted you since you moved in.” He confesses, starting the engine before he backs out of the parking space. “Plus I think you’re eager too.”

“Fuck yes I am.” You admit shamelessly. “You look like a man who knows how to make a woman cum.” Your thighs squeeze together in anticipation and you can feel yourself starting to get wet.

He chuckles, “I’ll make sure you cum. I promise you you will scream my name.” He assures you, driving back towards the house with a little more speed than before. “Tell me what you want? What have you imagined when you’ve rubbed that pretty little clit?”

Your brow ticks for a split second, the question of how he knows what your clit looks like fluttering through your mind before you dismiss it. He is just talking sexy - not implying that he’s seen you. “Fuck, I’ve imagined a lot.” You bite your lip and rub your hands on your thighs. “Wondering what your beard would feel like on my thighs and how my legs would look around your shoulders.”

“We can make it all happen.” He promises, his cock throbbing in his pants, and he is eager to get back and get you naked. A bonus if he fucks you in your place is he can access the footage. Have his own personal porno. He groans at the thought, glancing over at you. “Fuck baby. Let me - I want you to take your jeans off. Let me see you.”

Your eyes widen in surprise but you grin at how dirty he is. “Mr. Morales, right here in the truck?” You ask, sounding scandalized even if you are already unbuckling your seat belt and lifting your hips as you unbutton and unzip your jeans to peel them off.

“Right here.” He nods, grinning and he groans at your bare thighs before you push your panties down. You kick the material aside and he loves seeing your cunt up close. “So goddamn pretty.” He murmurs, glad he’s at a stop light and he reaches out to swipe his fingers through your folds.

“Fuck!” You cry out when he touches you, catching the attention of the car next to his truck but you don’t care. “Frankie.” You whimper, spreading your legs wider and letting him touch you however he wants. The fact that he’s doing this here adds thrill to it, making it even more naughty.

If he thought your pussy looked gorgeous, that was before he touched it. Like pure fucking silk. Jesus, the amount of times he’s imagined doing this. He rubs your clit, gathering up your slick before he pushes a finger into you, loving the way you moan his name.

You gasp, your walls clenching down around his fingers. “Frankie.” You moan, your head leaning back against the headrest and a car honks their horn behind you, making you jump. “Oh shit, the light’s green.”

He huffs, wishing you were already home but he continues driving, maybe a little faster than he should while he has a finger inside of you. He pushes another finger into you, loving how tight you feel. You’re so fucking perfect for him. He loves it. He loves you. “Yes baby. Want you to cum in my truck.”

You whimper, closing your eyes as he pumps his fingers into you. “Good- good thing you have a- a automatic truck.” You pant out, giggling breathlessly. “Fuck Frankie, your fingers, Jesus they’re so good.” You moan, rolling your hips down to push him deeper.

Frankie is so proud and so fucking happy that you are enjoying his fingers. He wants you to enjoy everything he does to you tonight. It’s one way he gets to keep you…to satisfy you. “Fuck baby. You are so tight around my fingers. Want you to cum on them.” He presses his thumb against your clit.

Your moan is loud, nearly a sob when he presses against your clit. “Oh fuck!” Your body lurches forward slightly as your cunt clamps down on his fingers and you soak them.

“Fuck.” Frankie groans when you cum, clamping down on his digits, and he hisses when you soak them. Yes you are everything he’s ever wanted. “Jesus. So tight.” He groans, continuing to work his fingers inside of you.

You can’t wait to get back to the house and get him into your bed. “God, it’s so much better than my own fingers.” You praise, riding out your orgasm with achingly slow aftershocks making your thighs clench. Only when you are completely wrung out and slumping back against the seat does he pull his fingers out of you, holding them up to see how wet they are.

Frankie wastes no time in shoving his fingers into his mouth, groaning because you taste so good and he can’t wait to get you back so he can bury his face into your cunt. He wants to make you cum with his tongue. He speeds a little faster and thankfully pulls onto the driveway, immediately killing the engine and reaching out to pull you close so you can taste yourself on his tongue.

Loving how eager he is, you kiss him back. He had barely parked the truck before he pulled you to him and kissed you. Moaning quietly, you let your mouths meld for a long minute before you pull away. “We should go in.” You pant. “I- I need to put my pants back on.”

He knows you’re right, you don’t need the neighbors seeing anything and he doesn’t want the neighbors to see anything so he lets you go so you can pull your jeans back on. “Hurry up baby. Wanna get you inside.” He says, getting out of the truck and walking around to help you out.

You jump out of the truck and let Frankie hustle you to the outside door. Giggling to yourself at the fact that he drops his keys and curses as he picks them up and tries to get the door open. “Get the door open, baby.” You coo, reaching out and cupping his ass playfully.

Frankie struggles to open the door but manages, guiding you upstairs to your apartment and he uses his master key to open up, pushing you inside and shoving you up against the door so he can slide his tongue back into your mouth.

You moan into his mouth, reaching up and tangling your fingers into his hair. Tugging on the strands while you kiss him back, desperate to make him feel half as eager for you as you are for him. “Frankie.” You whimper when he starts kissing down your jaw. “Bedroom.”

He is grateful he knows the layout as he grabs your waist and guides you backwards towards your bedroom while his lips kiss you back. His tongue sliding into your mouth and his hands sliding down to squeeze your ass.

The two of you stumble into your bedroom and you're grateful that you keep your apartment clean as you reach for the buttons on his shirt. The room is clean and you have every intention of throwing his clothes on the floor so you can touch him. “Fuck.” You hiss, feeling his hard cock grinding against you.

“You’re so perfect.” He groans, letting you shove his shirt off of his shoulders and he reaches for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head to expose the pretty lace bra that matches the panties. He might have to take that as a momento. “Love this.” He murmurs, reaching behind you to unclasp it. When he tosses it aside moments later, he leans down to take your nipple into his mouth.

Gasping his name, your fingers fumble with his belt. Eager to open it and touch him, feel the weight of his cock in your hands. Eyes half closed as he bites down on your nipple hard enough to make you moan. “Fuck.” Your hand finally can fit and you don’t waste a second, shoving it into his pants to wrap around his hot and throbbing cock.

“Fuckkkk.” Frankie hisses around your nipple, unable to believe how good just your hand feels on his cock and he prays you like what you find. He wants you to be happy and he wants you to enjoy this. It’s important that you enjoy this since you’re going to spend the rest of your life with him.

Moaning, your fingers encircle him, rolling down the foreskin and swiping a thumb over the sensitive tip. Chuckling breathlessly when his hips buck forward and your nipple pops out of his mouth. “Take your fucking pants off, Frank.” You demand roughly, giving him a good squeeze.

He loves how commanding you are, stepping back to push his pants down along with his boxers after kicking off his shoes and he stumbles while taking off his socks. His eyes meet yours and he hopes you like what you see.

“Shit.” He’s got a cock that is just begging to be sucked. Your fingers eagerly push down your jeans, happy you hadn’t bothered buttoning them up to get into the house, and you kick them off. He’s a combination of strength and softness and you fucking love it. You step closer and wrap your hand around his cock, sinking down to your knees so you can kiss the tip.

“You don’t have to - oh fuck.” Frankie groans when you wrap your lips around the head. “Baby. You don’t - let’s get on the bed. Want you to sit on my face. You can - shit - suck my cock while you do it.” He promises, gently pushing you off of his length.

Pouting slightly, you had wanted to see his face when you took him down your throat. Eager to see the faces he makes when he’s enjoying himself. “Fine.” You push yourself to your feet and press your breasts against his chest as you kiss him. “Get on your back.”

He’s eager, shifting to lay down on your bed, and when you straddle him, he grabs your hips to pull you back to hover over his face. Pulling you down immediately so he can slide his tongue through your dripping folds. Moaning into the flesh while his tongue flicks over your clit.

Giving a small cry, you lurch forward, eyes closed. Feeling Frankie pull your hips back and make you smother him with your cunt. Reaching out, you pant out moans while you start stroking him, eager to make him feel just as good as you wrap your lips around his cock again.

“Shit.” He hisses into your folds and he sucks your clit into his mouth. His hands squeeze your ass and he can’t stop his hips from jerking up towards your mouth when you take him deeper. He’s longed for you to suck him off since you moved in and he is loving it.

Moaning around him, you lap up the salty burst of precum and grind your hips back. His fingers dig into your skin and make you ache pleasantly, knowing they will form into bruises under your skin that you can press as a reminder that this happened. Stroking the base with your hand, you work him deep, loving how he moans into your cunt when he feels that you have him halfway down your throat before you swallow.

Frankie pulls back from your pussy to moan your name, panting when you swallow around him, and it’s been his dream to have you suck his cock. To find out how good you are…it’s unbelievable. It makes him eager to push you over the edge so he can get inside of you. He sucks on your clit, shifting one hand so he can push two thick digits into you.

You squeal around him, the sound muffled and your mouth drops open and his cock falls out while you let out another loud moan. “Oh fuck, oh fuck Fra-nkie.” Your hips roll back and you shudder.

He loves it. The way you soak his face has him nearly cumming too and he laps up every drop of your cum, slurping as he works you through it. When you shake, he stops and smacks your ass playfully.

“Oh shit.” You pant, shifting and moving off of him even when your hand is still around his cock. “That was- holy shit,” you giggle. “You are better than I even imagined.”

Frankie is pleased, so happy that you liked it. “Baby. I need - tell me I can fuck you.” He pleads, cock twitching in your hand and he is desperate for you but you have to want him. He will go home now if you want.

You whine and nod. “I- I’m on the pill and it’s been awhile.” You fluster and bite your lip. “But I have condoms in the nightstand.” You motion over to the table and look back at him to see if he wants one.

"It's been a while for me too. I want - can I cum inside of you?" He asks, caressing your side as you shift to lay down beside him. When you nod, he groans and shifts to kneel between your thighs, gripping his cock and pumping himself a few times as he shifts closer to swipe the head of his cock through your folds.

God, he looks so good as he starts to fill you up. His mouth goes slack, brows pinching together and the sexiest fucking groan you’ve ever heard rumbles out of his chest. It’s hard to watch because your own feelings of relief, of pleasure at being stretched out is starting to make your eyelids flutter. “Oh God.” Hands gripping his shoulder tight, hanging on while he keeps pushing deeper.

“Good girl. Such a good girl.” He groans, pushing until he is fully inside of you and he leans down to press his lips to yours. The kiss is possessive, taking ownership of you as his as he starts to move his hips. It’s not soft and slow, it’s rough and a little rugged as he lets himself give over to his emotions, the need he has had for you since you moved in.

All you can do is hold on. Gasping and keening every time he pushes deep and his hips snap just a little harder into you. He grabs your thigh, hitching it up onto his waist so he can hit deeper, making you sob and your eyes roll back. “Fuck!”

He watches how much you are loving this. Fucking hungry for his cock, aren’t you? You’re gonna beg him to cum. He clenches his jaw, fingers digging into your flesh again and he hisses when you clench around him. “You like this?” He growls. “You like me being inside of you?”

“Yes, fuck yes!” You cry out, trying to lift up to meet his harsher thrusts but he is pushing you down into the bed with every drilling punch of his cock. “So good, I’m gonna cum.” You promise, feeling the knot in your belly coil tighter every time he moves. “Fuck!”

“Tell me you belong to me. Tell me you’re mine. Then I’ll let you cum.” He growls between gritted teeth, desperate for you to say it. His hips slamming against yours with every word he says, his hand coming up to gently grip your throat.

The possessive tone mixed with slightest pressure makes you nearly squeal the next time his cock bottoms out. “I’m y-yours!” You practically scream it, nails digging into his back as you hold on. “Yours, yours, yours!”

Your words send him over the edge. Burying his cock deep inside of you, he rubs your clit, frantic for you to fall over the edge with him. He can’t hold back anymore, burying his cock deep before he paints your walls with his hot seed. Your name escapes his lips while his hand goes slack on your clit.

Stars burst behind your closed lids and every nerve ending is lit on fire while you shake under him. The heat of his cum floods your core and makes you whimper, feeling the shallow pumps of his hips, the creamy liquid being pushed out from around his cock. “Oh fuck.” You manage after he’s gone still, head tucked into your neck. “That was…..amazing.” You giggle.

Frankie pants, trying to pull himself together and he kisses along your neck after letting go of it. You’re so goddamn perfect. He can’t lose you now. He can’t. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. “So good. You’re so - God, so damn good.” He pants against your neck.

“You did all the work.” You remind him, slowly stroking his back and feeling more relaxed than you’ve been in forever. “Definitely better than masturbating.” You hum playfully.

He chuckles, “yeah I agree. Not enough panties for me to do that.” He pants, not thinking clearly about his words since he’s still riding his high.

Wondering what he means, the words stick to the back of your mind, making you frown. Maybe he had a panty fetish, who are you to judge? “I think I lost some during the move.” You complain, thinking about your favorite pair. “Pissed me off. They were my favorite ones.”

"I'll buy you some new ones." He promises, kissing your jaw before pressing his lips to yours, trying to make you forget what he just said. "So fucking good. God, can't believe we waited so long to do that. Wanted to do that the moment I met you." He confesses, a blush on his cheeks.

“Oh really?” You smirk, a little smug about that and your walls clench down around his cock playfully to make him groan. “Waiting a month is a long time, huh?”

“It is when you have the sexiest woman in town, hell, the state, living above you.” He answers, a cheeky smile on his lips as he looks down at you. “I want to date it and I know - I know I’m your landlord but I don’t want - you aren’t obligated to do anything but I want you to know I want you.”

It’s sweet that he’s literally still inside you and he’s still worried about making sure that you are comfortable. “I said I was yours, didn’t I?” You murmur with a smile on your face, reaching up and caressing his cheek. “I want to date you. Obviously.” You cheekily give him a wink and drag him down for a kiss.

Frankie kisses you, now sweet and slow, and his heart is going a mile a minute. “I’m so - I have wanted this for so long.” He murmurs, caressing your cheek. “I’m going to take you to dinner. A proper dinner.”

You make a noise of protest, even if you are smiling. “Hey now.” You huff. “I loved our dinner tonight.” You lean up and kiss him again. “Dessert was even better.” You tease.

Frankie kisses you, groaning as he pulls out of you and he wastes no time in shuffling off of the bed so he can grab a washcloth to clean you up. "Here you go sweetheart." He murmurs, gently cleaning you before he cleans himself up. He will keep this rag. A memento of tonight.

You stand up and reach for your robe, unsure of what to do now. “I’ll go grab us some water.” You offer, walking out of the room and into the kitchen.

Frankie pulls on his boxers, shoving the rag into his pants that are still on the floor and he makes his way into the living room, following you to the kitchen, and he kisses along your neck, wrapping his arms around you. “Am I crazy if I say I think I’m falling in love with you?” He murmurs.

You give a small laugh, tilting your head so you can let him kiss you. “I think that’s just the sex talking.” You tease him. “Might be a little early for I love yous and proposals.”

Frankie knows what he feels but he doesn’t push you. Humming in agreement and kissing your neck again. His hands slide down to your stomach, imagining you full of his baby. A life with you. Being married and having a family. It’s all he’s ever wanted. “Soon.” He promises, stepping back and taking the water to down half of it. He’s excited to get back to his place and see the footage from your first time.

You shake your head at his thirst and drink your own water. “Well, I should go.” You are surprised, but you don’t want him to feel like he has to go or stay even. “If you want to.” You lean in and kiss him again. “I think I might run into you sooner than you expect.” You grin and kiss his lips again.

Frankie smiles, kissing you one last time. He doesn’t bother changing, just stepping back to grab his clothes, making sure the rag doesn’t fall onto the floor. “I’ll see you around sweetheart.” He winks, not wanting you to feel too pressured just yet. He will have you, you just have to want him more.

Letting Frankie out, you close your door and hum happily to yourself. You had a great time and so what if he might be a little too eager. It was better than douchebags who string you along or decide to ghost you. Things will be fine.

****

“Hey baby.” Frankie greets you when you open the door. It’s been a few weeks since you had your first date and Frankie is ready to ask you to be his girlfriend. He has take out and champagne in his hands. “I got the food.” He holds up the bag.

“Hey.” You plaster on a smile and open the door wider, slightly irritated because you had told Frankie that tonight had been stressful and you were just going to take a bath and go to bed early. You huff, telling yourself that you’re being a bitch and he’s taking care of you. “Thanks. I didn’t expect that.”

“I wanted to cheer you up. I know it’s been a long day and I wanted to make it better.” He says, wondering if he was a good idea but you step aside to let him in and he holds up the bottle of champagne.

“Fancy.” You take the bottle and examine the label. “What are we celebrating tonight?” You bite your lip and turn towards the kitchen, knowing he will follow you. The glasses are in there but you don’t know where your bottle opener is. You’ve seemed to misplace it again

Frankie watches you take out the glasses and he opens the bottle of champagne, chuckling when the cork flies across the room, and he pours two glasses, holding one up towards you. “I wanted to ask you something.” He clears his throat and you frown, wondering what he is going to ask. “I wanted to ask…will you be my girlfriend?”

There are times when he’s so sweet you don’t know why someone didn’t snap him up already. “I kind of thought I already was.” Grinning over the rim of your glass. “I mean, we are together practically every night.”

“Yeah but I wanted to ask you officially.” He blushes, fingers flexing around the small flute in his hand. “I wanted to officially make you my girlfriend and - fuck, it’s a little high school but I want to do this right. It went so wrong in my last relationship and I just - I want everything to go right with you.”

You lean in and smile, pressing your lips to his to soothe away the frazzled nerves. “Yes Frankie, I’ll be your girlfriend.” You declare softly before you take a sip of the champagne. “Ohhh Steven’s gonna be so disappointed we aren’t both single this weekend.” You snicker, although you don’t mind at all. Not really.

Frankie tries to not let it show how much that fucks him off. Hearing about Steven now and then has him on edge. The dude is in love with you and Frankie refuses to let anyone come between you both. “Are you, uh, you’re going out with Steven this weekend?” He asks, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Yeah, I didn’t tell you?” You ask, surprised that you hadn’t mentioned it. “We are going to a concert.” You hadn’t invited him because you knew that he would hate crowds.

The news makes Frankie’s blood boil but he tries to calm down, knowing there’s nothing he can do about it. He nods, “that’s gonna be fun. I, uh, it would’ve been nice if you’d told me, I booked a restaurant for us to go to.” He rubs his jaw, trying to act indifferent but he is upset that you didn’t communicate with him.

“Oh.” You bite your lip, not wanting to point out that he had done the same thing by making plans without communicating. “I’m sorry.” You frown with a small pout. “I would cancel, but I’ve already paid for my ticket.”

Frankie is peeved but tries to not let it show. He nods, "I can change the booking. You go have fun with Steven." He offers, trying to compromise and not scare you off. His mind is already whirling with ideas but he will keep those to himself. "Sorry baby. Seriously, you go have fun." He coos, reaching to touch your waist.

“Okay. I know I’ve been neglecting my friends.” You reach out and stroke his chest. “You should get together with your friends. Have a boys night and complain about your girlfriend.” You grin at the title, wrinkling your body happily. “We can text and complain about how we wish we were on your couch with takeout.”

Frankie chuckles, not necessarily thinking it’s a bad idea to catch up with the guys. He just hates the idea of spending a night without you. Of you with that prick Steven who will probably try and turn you against Frankie. He’s heard the calls on the landline. Steven giving his opinion on Frankie being a little too intense. What the fuck does he know? “Sounds like a plan baby.” He kisses your hair, staring at the camera he put in your coffee machine across the kitchen.

“Okay.” You breathe a small sigh of relief, really not wanting to fight with him. “So what did you bring for dinner?” You ask before you take another sip of the champagne. It’s really sweet that he brought you dinner and you appreciate it. You are hungry and it seems like Frankie knows exactly how to take care of you. It’s like he knows you inside and out.

Frankie knows everything you like and dislike. He has watched your every move for weeks and he feels like he knows you inside and out. “I got us pasta from that place in town that you like.” He tells you, wanting you to know how much he knows you without making you suspicious.

“Ohhh god.” You moan quietly and roll your eyes. “You know I love pasta. You’re the best.” You reach out with grabby hands playfully.

He chuckles, glad you like it and he is pleased you are happy. All he wants is to make you happy. After you eat, Frankie and you cuddle on the sofa. He loves just sitting here and watching a movie, safe from the world and no one to take you away from him. “Are you sure you wanna go to the concert?” He asks casually while you rest on his chest.

“Yeah? Why?” You frown, sitting up to look at him.

“I just - it’s not very safe. The crowds. I’m worried about you.”

“I’ll be okay.” He looks doubtful, but you shoot him a serious look. “Seriously, it’s not going to be a rowdy concert. I’m just going to have a beer or two.” You promise, wanting him to trust you.

Frankie wants to put his foot down and tell you you aren't going but he can't be that heavy handed. "I know baby but...Steven won't be able to look after you if something happens. I just - I want you to be safe. I want you to enjoy yourself but I am worried. Steven can't keep you safe."

You sigh softly and shake your head. You don’t want to get into an argument. “I won’t drink, okay?” You compromise, even if you think it’s ridiculous. You have your pepper spray and you’ve never had any major issues. “Will that make you worry less? Maybe you can give me some self defense lessons if it’ll make you feel better.”

"Baby please. I just - it makes me uncomfortable because of my past to let you go to a big crowd like that. I'm scared to lose you." He reveals, his voice small and almost weak as he tries to convince you not to go.

You sigh. “I’ll sell the tickets and we’ll just watch a movie or something.” You are annoyed that he’s talked you out of something that you’ve been looking forward to for a month.

Frankie bites his lip to smother his victorious smirk. and he nods, leaning forward to kiss your hair. "Thank you baby. I promise that I will make this up to you. I just want you to be safe."

You nod, feeling slightly put out but you try to kick the feeling. “I’ll be safe but you need to be safe with your boys too.”

"Sweetheart. We were in Delta...it's who we bump into who needs to be worried." He snorts, wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer so he can kiss your cheek before he focuses on the movie you are watching. Hopefully that is the end of the issue and he is satisfied to keep you away from Steven.

****

“You should just go.” Steven frowns at you. “What is he going to do? He’s not even here and he shouldn’t be dictating what you are doing.” You fluster slightly, not wanting to fight with Steven but you had given Frankie your word before he left. “Why don’t we just stay here and watch a movie.”

Frankie’s phone went off when Steven pulled onto the driveway and he opens the camera app to listen to the conversation. When he hears Steven trying to convince you to go, he rolls his eyes. “You - you are different since you’ve been with Frankie. He squashes you. You do everything he wants. You’ve lost yourself because of him.” Steven shakes his head.

“That’s not true.” Protesting that, you roll your eyes. “I’m in a relationship and there does need to be compromise.” You tell him. “We went out just the other night because I wanted to and Frankie really wanted to stay home.” Shaking your head, you frown at Steven. “Look, I know I’m not spending as much time with you and the others as I normally do, but I feel like everyone pulls away from social groups when they are getting a relationship started. It’s new and honestly? You guys don’t want to see us kissing or having sex.”

Steven shakes his head. “It’s not that. It’s that - there’s something about him. He gets this weird possessive look in his eyes whenever he’s around you and you’ve changed. You do whatever he wants and that’s not like you. You’re so strong and he has just - he’s controlling you and you can’t see it. Please, listen to me. I care about you. A lot.”

Like the stubborn idiot that you are, you shake off your own doubts that have popped up and sigh. “I know you like me Steven, but badmouthing Frankie isn’t going to make me break up with him and want to be with you.” You hiss. “Now we can hang out or you can go home. Your choice.” You’re pissed because he won’t stop complaining about you being happy and it’s starting to get on your nerves. “You are just pissed that I have a boyfriend who loves me and it’s not you.”

Steven rears back like you slapped him, a hurt look in his eyes as his mouth opens and closes, trying to find the words to argue that but failing. “Don’t do this sweetheart. He’s gonna - there’s something off about him and it’s gonna - you’re gonna get hurt. Do I love you? Yes. I do. I’m in love with you and that’s why I don’t want to see you get hurt. I am acting above my emotions here. I just want you to be safe. There’s something off about Frankie.”

You immediately feel bad, but you sigh softly. The joy of hanging out with your friend is now ruined and all you want to do is curl up on your couch and drink the half bottle of wine that Frankie had brought you the other day. Ironic that he went out with his friends and your night has turned into a shit show. “Listen…” You give a small shrug. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this right now. Obviously we’re both upset and I just-“ you reach out and cup his cheek. “I care about you, I do. But I am fine and maybe- maybe we just need a few days to cool off, okay?”

Frankie listens in on the camera, clenching his jaw at how you cup Steven’s cheek. He’s not out with the boys, he’s just in his truck, watching what is happening. Steven says okay and tells you to be careful, stay safe, before he says his goodbyes. Making Frankie roll his eyes before he sets his phone down, driving towards your place, parking up and waiting until Steven pulls away from the curb. Frankie follows, knowing he can’t allow this asshole to put thoughts in your head. Frankie can’t lose you, not now, and he is going to make sure he never does. Especially because of Steven.

****

You frown as you stare down at your phone. The messages opened and you can clearly tell that they are being delivered. You wonder if Steven has turned off the Read option for you on his phone. Or if he’s just decided that he’s not going to talk to you again. To Steven: “Listen, I know that I said that we needed a few days, but it’s been a week and I really want to talk to you. I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. Text me back and tell me to fuck off at least?” Your front door opens and Frankie walks in, making you look up and close your phone out with a smile. “Hey babe, that didn’t take long.” You look at the bags in his hands and grin. “Couldn’t decide what to make for dinner?”

Frankie leans down to kiss you when you walk over to take a few bags. "No. I just- I figured we could spend a few days just hanging around the house. I am tired after work and now that I have some days off...I just want to spend every minute with you." He coos, setting the bags down on your counter. He knows you've been trying to contact Steven, the worried look on your face, even though Steven's phone is now in the middle of the Everglades. "You okay?" He asks you, pulling you into his arms after you set the bags down.

“Yeah….” You hadn’t told Frankie about your argument with Steven, because it was over him and you were worried that he was going to use it as an excuse to tell you that you needed to step back from Steven as a friend. You could tell that he didn’t care for the other man, but you had brushed it off as the two men engaging in a silent pissing competition for dominance. Archaic, but they’re men. “Just friend stuff.”

Frankie hums, trying to not say that he knows what happened but then you’d question it and he doesn’t need you asking questions. He kisses your hair, “well hopefully it gets better. I got your favorite snacks so go pick a movie and we can relax, okay?” He offers, trying to cheer you up.

“You know…” You sigh and shake your head, stepping out of his arms. “I think that I just want to go to bed early tonight.” You admit quietly. “Alone. I just- I think that I just need a night to wallow.” You look into his eyes and try to ignore the hurt because you need to just be miserable and you will be shit company anyway.

Frankie frowns, not liking this sudden change. He knows it’s about Steven and he supposes he should let you wallow for the night so this silly behavior ends sooner rather than later. He nods, “of course. I’ll, uh, leave you to it.” He offers, backing away from you and trying to not show how hurt he is.

“I appreciate it.” You do, wondering why Steven doesn’t see that Frankie lets you have space when you need it and caters to your needs. “I’m sorry, I know you are disappointed.” You murmur softly. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“It’s okay baby. I’ll talk to you later.” He promises, kissing you softly before he backs away from you. Disappointed but even he knows when to push. He steps back, making his way to the door. “See you later, baby.” He smiles, shutting the door behind him and makes his way downstairs. Hopefully this passes. Steven is gone and you need to get over it.

****

You hum as you make your way to the shared laundry space in the house. The apartments didn’t have separate hookups, but Frankie had kept the original laundry space and made it free for both units to use. Your night had been restless and at the end of it, you had been pissed. Never hearing from Steven, despite calling him several times, you had sent him one last text telling him that you had decided that it was best if the two of you just stopped talking and you had deleted his number and blocked him. If he couldn’t be an adult and talk to you, you didn’t want to deal with him. Frankie is gone, truck out of his parking space in the driveway before you had woken up, so you had decided to do some laundry. When you get down there, you shake your head with a grin. Frankie hates laundry and there is a load in the dryer and one in the washing machine. You pull out the single outfit from the dryer with an amused expression, the jeans look like they had seen better days and had bleach spots all over them. You wonder if he had an accident with the bleach and decided they would be good yard work jeans. After folding them and transferring his clothes over to start your own load, you decide that you will put them up in his closet so he doesn’t throw them over a chair like he normally does. Wanting to do something nice for him to make up for last night.

You open his closet, preparing to put his shirts away when you accidentally walk backwards, knocking the dresser. You gasp, spinning around when you see the face of the dresser has come off. Confusion follows the shock and you inspect the dresser, wondering why there’s a façade of drawers when it’s just a large chest. You carefully remove the large piece of wood, frowning when you see dozens of shoe boxes and you wonder why he keeps his shoes like this.

It seems weird and there is a moment where you hesitate as you reach for one of the boxes. You’ve seen two sets of shoes on Frankie, his boots and a beat up pair of tennis shoes. So the dozens of shoe boxes has you wondering. Maybe it’s memorabilia. Pulling out a box, you flip the lid open, eyes widening when you stare down at the contents with a gasp.

Frankie whistles as he gets out of his truck, looking forward to spending another evening with you. He is so in love with you. It’s never been like this before. He opens the door, ready to go and see you upstairs after he changes but he frowns when he hears movement. He approaches the bedroom, ready to fight but instead he finds you in his closet. “What the fuck are you doing in here?” He growls.

Screaming, you drop the box that you are holding, scattering the contents on the floor next to the other boxes of horror that you have opened. Your eyes blow wide and frantic at being caught, the mottled red fury on his face making your entire body quiver in a panicked flight or fight response. You step back, trying to press deeper into the closet and brush back against his clothes. “I- I was p-putting you-your clothes up.” You stammer, eyes darting back down to the boxes and then back up to him.

“Doesn’t fucking look like it, sweetheart. What are you - did you open these?” He demands to know, pointing at the boxes scattered on the floor. He steps closer, “did you fucking open these?”

“N-n-no.” You shake your head quickly, as if denying it would make it true. Or maybe it was that you just wanted him to desperately believe you. “I didn’t.” You start edging toward the door trying to move past him. “I- I’ll go get something to clean up.” you offer, needing to get out of this closet and away from him. What you had seen had chilled you to your very soul.

You get up and Frankie reaches out to grab you by the upper arm, stopping you from moving. “Why did you do that?” He asks, voice calm and even now that he knows you’ve seen the boxes.

“You’re…hurting my arm.” You whimper quietly, trying to pull your arm away from Frankie, but he doesn’t let go. “Frankie, let go!” You hiss, yanking sharply and crying out when his grip tightens even more.

Frankie keeps a tight grip on you. “Why did you do that? Tell me. What did you see? Did you open those boxes? Fucking tell me.” He roars, leaning closer to you. He’s furious and terrified. So scared he’s gonna lose you now.

“You’re HURTING ME!” You shout, reaching up and shoving the heel of your hand into his nose as hard as you can. You know you don’t break his nose, but he does spit a curse, his hand dropping away from your arm and you scramble to get around him, needing to get away from him as quickly as possible. There was a box with your things in them. Steven’s keys. His wallet, the one you had given him for his birthday two years ago. Frankie had killed him, you just know it. That’s why he hasn’t answered you. You stumble out of the closet and start running for the door.

Frankie rubs his nose, pain still searing but he knows how to fight against it. "Baby, come backkkk." He calls, stalking out of the bedroom and he crowds you at the door, grateful he always has a habit of locking it with a key from the inside. "Where are you going, sweetheart?" He coos, the anger passing and he doesn't want you to go. He can't lose you.

“Oh god.” You whimper, fumbling with the lock in your desperate attempt to get it open. “Get away- you- you killed Steven!” You sob, tears sliding down your cheeks in your panic.

Frankie chuckles, knowing that there's no point in hiding it. You know now and he has to either deal with you or convince you to accept him. "Baby. He had to go. You were getting upset by him and he wanted to take you away from me so he had to go.”

Sobbing at his confession, you lurch away from the door and try to rush past him. Frankie is too quick and strong, grabbing you and dragging you closer to him. “It’s okay, calm down.” He croons. “I love you baby, I did it for you.” You shriek and start to struggle against him, desperate to get away.

He pulls you even closer when you struggle, making him huff. "I did it for you! I love you! I can't lose you. I can't - not again. I can't - it can't happen again." He cries, almost smothering you into his chest.

You push and shove at him, trying desperately to get away. Knowing that you have to or you will end up like those women in those boxes. Shrugging against his hold and stomping on his foot as hard as you can.

"For fuck's sake baby. Why are you doing this? Don't you love me? I did all of this for you. All of it was for you. I just wanted to make you happy and you act like this? Baby please, listen to me. I did this for you. Because I love you."

You cry, knowing that you have been so fucking blind. There were pictures in your box. He had been watching you. Inside your apartment. “Let me go!”

"Baby please. This is meant to be. I want you to be mine. I have done everything for you. I killed for you." He confesses plainly. "I - I learned everything about you. What you like...what you don't like. You are perfect for me." He chokes, wishing this nightmare wasn't happening.

Your entire body goes still, knowing you won’t get away from him if you keep struggling. Frankie is a fucking ex-Delta soldier, he can subdue you easily and he’s not done more than hold you. You remember the gun in his closet. “F-for me?” You manage, trying to calm down. You needed to be smart, believable if you were going to survive it. “H-how?” You gesture back to the bedroom and the closet of horrors. “S-show me, show me how this was for me.”

Frankie relaxes a little, feeling like you are calming down, and he guides you towards the closet. “These boxes…they are all of women who have rented here but you - you are different. You are more important. You are the love of my life baby and I had to kill Steven because he was trying to take you away from me. I couldn’t allow him to do that. I couldn’t allow that so he had to go. Baby, I love you. Can’t you see that I did this for you?”

“You love me.” Frankie had told you that over and over again. It had made you feel special at the time, even if it was a little early. “The- the other women…..” You bite your lip and look at all the boxes. So many of them. “Did you- what happened to them?”

He can’t look at you when he says it. “They didn’t want me and they - they didn’t - they had to go. I didn’t want to but if I couldn’t have them, no one could. They had to go.” He chokes, looking at how many boxes have accumulated and he hopes you won’t have to be added.

You shudder at the implication, but his eyes aren’t on you and the gun that he keeps on the shelf is right there. Lunging for it, your hands are shaking when you point it at him. “Get away from me!” You scream, pressing the gun closer and fumbling with the safety on the side.

Frankie’s eyes widen as you grab his gun and he reaches for you but he’s too late and you hit him in the shoulder. He winces but doesn’t react, reaching for you but you manage to evade him. You get underneath his arm as he reaches for you and the gun but you rush out of the closet and through the apartment. Frankie growls, trying to rush after you.

This time you manage to get the door open, fleeing his apartment and then through the door of the house as you start screaming at the top of your lungs. You want someone to hear you, anyone. Desperate to get away from Frankie as you rush towards your car.

Frankie groans, ignoring the pain in his shoulder as he makes his way outside, watching you as you try to pull your car out of the driveway. He slams his hand on the car, stopping you from driving away and he desperately wants you to stay.

You don’t even hesitate. Knowing it’s wrong but in this instance, it’s life or death. If Frankie gets ahold of you, you will disappear just like those other women. You throw the car in drive and stomp on the gas, running the car into Frankie and making him fly back into a crumpled heap on the ground.

Frankie curls around himself, his body in pain from being run over and he watches you drive off. “Come back.” He chokes, lifting his hand and he loses consciousness as he watches your car speed down the street.

It takes you nearly an hour to convince the police to listen to you. That you weren’t crazy. Especially since you had rushed into the station holding the gun that you had shot Frankie with. For a moment, you had five officers pointing their own weapons at you until you had dropped the gun, nearly hysterical. Now you are in the back of a cruiser, headed back to the house of horrors so you can see Frankie be arrested.

When you arrive at the house, the police tell you to stay back, their weapons drawn as they approach the house and when they call out for Frankie, no one answers. They edge closer, kicking the door open and they frown when they see his apartment is empty.

“Madam.” You look up as an officer knocks on the back window. “We need you to come inside.” You are shaking as you get out, scared to confront him. To see him again. Taking a deep breath, you exhale harshly when you see his apartment doesn’t have everything it had in it before. Hastily emptied of a lot of things, mainly the shoe boxes in the closet. “I- I don’t understand. He was here!”

“The apartment is empty.” The police officer declares, frowning at you as he puts his gun away. “We checked the records and no one called Francisco Morales has lived here or owned this property.” He reveals, looking at you with sympathy.

“No, he- he did!” You look around and shake your head. “Francisco Morales, he- he is ex Army. He- he’s delta. He lived in this apartment.” You tremble, trying to figure out what is going on. He had told you so much about himself but none of it was useful right now.

“I’m sorry honey. He wasn’t here. It’s just you. Do you - do you want us to call someone?” He offers, reaching out to touch your shoulder. “Do you want to - we can assist you inside of your apartment.”

You nod and the police officer escorts you to your apartment. Again, you find things hastily moved. Vent covers removed and fixtures pulled out. “Oh god.” You whimper, remembering the cameras. He had been watching you for god only knows how long. “I- I just need to get some things.” You start to cry. “I can’t stay here. He- he has a key.”

The police officers offer to stay with you while you collect your things. It’s obvious you are upset so they wait until you have gathered everything. “I’m sorry ma’am. If we hear of anything, we will notify you.” The police officer tells you and you choke, nodding in response as you get into your car. Your relationship with Frankie was a lie. Everything was a lie and you are just lucky to not be another box in his closet. You are the lucky one. As you drive onto the street, you realize that the rental was too good to be true. Frankie was too good to be true.

****

“- so what do you say?” You cringe inside, but try to hold it together while the man smiles at you. He was friendly, a nice co-worker, but you were not going for it. “We can have a few drinks after work, have a good time.” You shake your head and give him an apologetic smile. “Sorry.” You murmur. “I just- I got out of a bad relationship recently.” You don’t even remember this guy’s name right now but you push the door to the office open where he had stopped you. “Thanks though.” You call over your shoulder as you walk out.

You had moved cities, changed your cell phone number. Rented a house under another name, needing the safety of anonymity and even then you didn’t trust it. Obsessively going through your house every day and checking for cameras or microphones. Scared that Frankie would find you. Your keys in your hand, you hurry to the car and quickly get inside and lock the doors before you start the engine.

Frankie watches you as you start the engine to your car. He’s been watching you for months, even moving to another city for you. You’re the one who got away and he can’t allow that. He starts his engine, deciding that tonight, he’s gonna make things right. You are his and only he can have you.

He follows you to your house, parking a few blocks away before he gets out. He walks up the driveway and rings your doorbell. “Coming!” You call out, hands shaking as you open the door, not really thinking about checking the peephole. It’s probably your neighbor asking for some more toilet paper. When you open the door, your blood goes cold and Frankie offers you a wide grin.

“Hello, sweetheart. Miss me?”

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