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trulybetty · 8 months

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Sunday | Week In Review IX

I feel like I just wrote the last Sunday Week in Review five minutes ago and like six years ago at the same time. Short work weeks and coming off the back of vacation really do mess with your sense of time.

Another short week ahead too, Canadian Thanksgiving tomorrow, happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Canucks who observe this holiday! 🧡

October has brought so many good stories to my dash that my drafts list is out of control and I still have so many good fics I haven't finished reading yet! Having said that, I've enjoyed the pause to jump in with these October x 500 prompts. It's been a jolt of inspiration/creativity that I needed.

Having said that, on with the week in review!

T R U L Y U P D A T E S . . .

october x 500 (masterlist)

oct' x 01 - ruffled hair (joel x gn!reader)

oct' x 02 - apple scent (chiffon!dieter x bryony)

oct’ x 03 - full of colours (tim rockford x f!reader)

oct' x 04 - walks in the forest (strings!joel x reader)

oct' x 05 - autumnal (dieter x gn!reader)

oct' x 06 - falling leaves (gold rush!joel x charlotte)

oct' x 07 - chestnuts (chiffon!dieter x bryony)

W H A T I R E A D . . .

On Deck (One Shots) (Jack AU) by @something-tofightfor Just when I think I’ve gone through someone’s master list, I manage to find a gem and this is one of them. I have no clue about baseball, went to a game and had no idea what was happening no matter how many times someone tried to explain. However, I am 110% positive that if Jack was to explain the rules to me, I’d know him inside and out, oh and maybe a bit about baseball too. Gotta make sure those lessons get stretched out…

Bloom (Joel AU) by @penaonthestreets-javiinthesheetsThis was such a delightful opening chapter! Reader has their own flower shop, and just so happens our favourite Texan pays a visit. The characterization of Ellie almost steals the show from Joel’s meet-cute with Reader - I’m not going to spoil it, but I had to pick myself off of the floor after - just saying…

Working Title | Chapter 13 (Dieter) by @rhoorl I’m so rooting for these two! Both deserve a happy ending (in more than one sense!) and yet it seems there's those who want to bring them down or stand in their way. This update was a little angst, incredibly sweet and the last bit, well - I can't wait to read the next update!

Kinktober Day Two (Frankie) 🌶️ by @youvebeenlivingfictional I love the whole fun roleplay trop between established couples and this one does an excellent job of doing just that! Reader and Frankie are out at the bar having fun and, I'm not going to spoil it - go enjoy it for yourself!

Tip Your Server (Dieter) by @nothoughtsjustmeds This is just the best! Dieter and wife!reader on the night of his Oscar win and it’s just so much hilarity, sweetness & spice and the banter between the two is just the best. Please go read it, you won’t be disappointed, I promise!

Kiss Me Quick (Dieter) by @secretelephanttattoo This, how I love this so! It’s a love letter to the British seaside and is told through a day at the beach with the one and only Dieter. It managed to not only invoke laughter but homesickness too. I’d go to the seaside for a stick of rock any day of the week with Dieter.

Sofa So Good (Frankie) by @secretelephanttattoo This was cozy, domestic bliss wrapped up as tight as my fingers would be in Frankie’s hair. This was a sweet slice of life and so done so well. A perfect cozy Sunday read if you’re looking for one!

Video Nasty I & II (Joel) 🌶️ by @sin-djarin I don't think I've recovered from these two yet... Oof, incredibly hot, incredibly Joel and incredibly read-again worthy! Also provided a fun memory of mine working in a video store and will Marcus be forever associated with a poorly titled porno? Yes. Yes he will be.

Paranoid Heart (Javier P.) by @goodwithcheese This was such a great opener and introduction to our main character and Javi. Now, if you're thinking you need to watch Narcos to read this, take it from me, Ms. Truly 'I think I've watched six episodes now but can't remember' Betty, you don't need to, because Megan is so good at immersing you in her characters worlds that you'll be well taken care of. Can't wait to see where this story leads us!

A Month of Sundays(Various) by @gnpwdrnwhiskey I love each and every one posted so far! There’s something to be said about drabbles, little slices of life etc., six-sentence fics - because they’re not as easy to write as you think. There needs to be some establishing of what’s going on, and while not a resolution - something to end on. These are all great insights into some established characters and some we’ve not met before and I can’t wait to see what the rest of the month brings!

No Panties, No Problems (Frankie) by @blackfemalenerd Frankie is an A-grade menace here and, oof is this hot? Please do yourself a favour and go read it and leave your comments - because I think we all deserve some more of this Frankie!

Delta Landscaping | Chapter 7 (Triple Frontier Boys) by @rhoorl Jess really knows how to weave multiple stories and character backgrounds together and take you through from start to finish and never feel like you've missed something or added confusion. This week's installment is no different! We've got it all packed into this chapter and I don't want to spoil anything, but please go check it out!

M E M O R A B L E P O S T S . . .

The next guest appearance on Mulefalls Court @rhoorl

the grey sweatpants revelation

hands, hands and more hands

a visual from @maggiemayhemnj that I won't be forgetting anytime soon, and this one here where I might still be on the floor from

a good Tumblr 101 + reblog etiquette post from @morallyinept

Bob's Burgers fest started by @darkroastjoel

B R O U G H T T H E J O Y . . .

Just how lovely this community is - this week I've had so many great interactions with equally amazing people and I'm so happy to have found a home in this little corner and appreciate every one of you who comes and interacts with my blog and me in whatever capacity 💕

F R A N K I E C A T ™️ . . .

I missed last weeks update, so here’s an update on Frankie Cat - she’s very much settled in. She is pretty laid back as her name sake, but sometimes her tiny humans can get on her last nerves, but baby Truly #2 and her are BFF’s (mostly because baby Truly is forcing Frankie to love her, like I would the actual Frankie…)

She also has to go back to the shelter today for treatment, as she’s not 100% a Truly until her spay (which if anyone has tips for care after I’m all ears) - hopefully she doesn’t get excited and think she’s finally getting away from us… sorry Frankie Cat, you’re one of us now. Even if you do rip my feet to shit.

T H I S W E E K ' S J A M . . .

Back in my Sons of Anarchy feels as I finally work my way through season seven (no spoilers or talk please, I've gone this long without a spoiler, I'd like to finish it out the same way)

Happy Sunday all! Here's to another great week! Feel free to share your favourite posts, stories, thots and whatever and never hesitate to tag me in it 💕

#betty's sunday in review #sunday week in review

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homolobotomized · 2 years

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cyborg franky for the ask game (in honor of it being franky friday today 🕺🕺)

YOOOO HAPPY FRANKY FRIDAY!!!!! THANK U FOR THE ASK!!!!!

How I feel about this character: i love him so dearly hes so fuckign funny BUT hes not a character i think too deeply ab??? like. when i see him im jjust like omg its franky my best friend franky look guys its franky omg also i LOVE when he says super! makes me laugh every time man

All the people I ship romantically with this character: ROBINROBINROBIN

My non-romantic OTP for this character: i rly enjoy his and iceburg's relationship they r brothers 🫂

My unpopular opinion about this character: man idk if this is unpopular but i miss his pre timeskip design SO BAD

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: idk i would like to see more of him w tom n everyone

my OTP: frobin literally solos ur fav

a head cannon fact: omg hwo cute would it b if he made jewelry for robin i think he could do it god they make me sick

#i didnt do all of them bc i dont rly have anything 2 say 4 them but !#INLOVE UR PFP BTW #asks #ask game

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kingsofneon · 2 years

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faq

Ships that aren’t my jam thnx

cora//law

nami//any male chara

robin//luffy / zoro / sanj (franky and brook and nams are free game for robin ships, as are non-strawhats)

franky//any strawhat (except robin)

chopper or carrot//anyone.

not a big fan of law//lu or zo//san (but i love zolulaw and zolusan lmfao so. hilariously the turning point is zoro in zolulaw and lu in zolusan lmao)

zo//lu will basically always be heavily implied sex-neu luf and i love it very much

not a big fan of age difference prompts (ie. stuff that heavily focuses on experience & lack thereof / daddy kink esque stuff. teacher student got me like 😬)

[that being said I lowkey rlly like dof//lu and croco//lu lmfao]

I got asked abt smoker//tashigi and mihawk//perona and I think I could maybe do smoker/tash but I don't vibe with hawk/perona sorz

Don't talk to me abt deu//ace, bad experience being harassed by fans ✌️ there r one person who can ask me for them and he knows who he is lolol

Bad Things

mpreg (ovipos is fine ‘cause there’s a level of magic/no pregnancy and tentacle/slime monsters are Good Shit)

minor//adult (🤢), and espec, like, rlly bad/blatant power differences like teacher/student (you get one warning and then ill fucking block you. t/s is a big no-go, it squicks me super bad)

different if it’s in a scene or roleplay, but like, you better specify. You get ONE. WARNING. 🔪

nottttt a big fan of dd//lg. Yandere is different but i write it more possessive then obsessive/i think ace is into the fact that sabo's a bit of a freak 😂

non-con/dub-con is more complicated it’s basically at my own Discretion. I do like cnc but it gets tagged, so if you don’t like it, block the tags. dub-con is only bc in some scenes ((like and the heat is burning wild or a cold and sleeping beauty)) it might be more implied/take a while to be specific. Idk? tags will be noncon / dub con / cnc (consensual nonconsent) depending on the vibes.

if i see anyone referring to anything as sin i swear i’ll just delete the ask

same goes for uke//seme//fujoshi//yaoi [dont do it.] [I dont like it.] [I think defining ur ships by who bottoms is kinda dumb + i like introspection and character driven porn so it doesnt pass my vibe check]

im not writing anymore ‘loss of virginity’. especially not for m/m ships. y’all have lost your privileges. Femships have more leeway bc it's cute and also. I just don't like woobifying which is like, what seems to be the Goal of virginity kink, idk. 0/10

Good Things

mas

praise kink

cnc 😳 sowwy

nam//tash or robin//koala

overstimulation

prompts w/ more info rather than just “bondage + ship”

i said no mpreg but consentacles and ovipos is fine

THIS 👏 IS 👏A 👏 KINK 👏 BLOG (for god’s sake take pity on me and send kinks, not just requests for x and y having sex.)

these [1 2 3 4] were my favourite type of asks to answer. i want to show what i mean when i say i like specificity - not that they have to be every-detail specific, but that they prompt a scenario to headcanon/write for. that’s the Good Kush

General Notes

Specify ships etc. in your ask ✌ otherwise i write whatever i want atm lol and it'll probably be mas, but it also makes it helpful to me

no but legit tho specifying ur ships gets rid of a lot of the anxiety i feel abt doing reqs

also if you do “sabo is spanked by marco after losing a bet” you’re more likely to get a req than if you just do “sabo+spanking” or smth like that

Femslash is fucking pathetic and apparently noone will even req it so now im gonna just take fucking reqs and make em femslash if i want ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i only rlly write what i have inspo for lmao so if i dont get ur req done soz.

Feel free to ask abt any aus whenever. i. Miss interacting w/ ppl 🥲

#faq #i actually just realised my pinned post didnt link properly akhhs lmao #so im fixing that'

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frobinfandays · 2 years

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I want to thank everyone once more for taking the survey. I especially want to thank the people who shared their reason for shipping FRobin. Sometimes it's good to remember! Have a great weekend!!!

Don't forget! #FRobinMonth2022 from 06. Feb - 09. Mar! Themes will be released next week!

Promotion Art (c) @beecher-arts

Manga edits by @frobin

"I just think they're SUPER cute! I really adore them 😭❤️."

"The scene when Franky says it's not a crime to live? Literal perfection"

"they’re just perfect for each other. their deep connection from the first time they met was incredible, and their dynamic too!! they’re amazing <3"

"Great dynamic between those two from day 1! I live for this ship!"

"I love their dynamic and the way both their pasts and personality compliment each other also idk they are both hot what can I say"

"Yes"

"One day it just hit me and I realised that they are perfect for each other, they complement each other, they bring the best out of each other and that is just so rare in fandom. They are just a perfect ship."

"theyre just so perfect for each other and they deserve each other 🥺"

"gosh, there are so many reasons, but i just really love the parents dynamic. like, older people finding love, building a steady loving relationship, looking out for their kids together.....it just really gets me."

"They're in love your honor"

"BC THEIR DYNAMIC IS SOOO CUTE and they work really well together theyre also like that parents of the strawhats"

"They look good together"

"They are funny, cute, awesome together... their interaction are amazing serious or comedy. And he doesn't think her life is a crime, taking bullets and something else on his body for her.!"

"because of enies lobby n'd water 7............ i think they r just a cute married couple who watch over the strawhats and play with chopper"

"they're the first ship i saw both of them together and immediately recognized they're married. they're made for each other."

"It just makes sense! I can't imagine them with anybody else."

"I love how Franky is, unapologetically, Him. That being said, I think his personality is a great positive "influence" on Robin, and that they both make each other grow."

"Their dynamic is perfect and they're pasts are so similar. Also the scene of Franky telling Robin it's not a sin to be alive 😭"

"One Piece Film Z Nico Robin riding on Battle Franky's hand like the queen that she is was the moment i started shipping it"

"Franky reminds me so much of my husband I can't help myself."

"The first time they met Franky said to her the words she needed to hear and was with her in the hardest time he even protected her and she calls him by his name like the adorable couple they're 💕"

"I love the chemistry between them as well as their introduction that helped build the connection and shared history they already have."

"they're just :))) they're married. they're in love. they're perfect for each other. they're parents of the found family. just watch water 7 and see their little interactions goddam. this is the greatest ship of all time"

"they make my brain happy"

they’re just perfect for each other. their deep connection from the first time they met was incredible, and their dynamic too!! they’re amazing <3

#FRobinMonth2022 #FRobin #Franky X Robin #Why do you ship FRobin #opgraphics #Cyborg Franky #Nico Robin #shipping #OP fandom

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littlepadika · 3 years

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Calling Home (1) | Frankie Morales x Reader

Summary: You are a receptionist at the VA. Frankie Morales keeps calling. Yearning ensues...

Rating: M -> E in later chapters

Warnings: fem!reader, age gap (legal), praise kink, voice kink, discussion of addiction/PTSD/trauma, no use of y/n, no beta reader, reader is bad at Spanish, Frankie has a sexy voice 😩

Masterlist here

AN: My first fic. Pedro writers have inspired me to finally start writing again 🥺. Concept inspired by the movie RED. I hope you like it ❤️Set after triple frontier.

Chapter One

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The first time he called was an ordinary Thursday.

“Veterans Affairs, how can I help you?”

You had been working at the VA office for about two weeks. Fresh out of college you felt lucky to have a job in the first place. You went to school to be a writer but your big idea for 'The Next Great American Novel' had yet to present itself. At least here you had access to the most inspiring stories and interesting people. Men and women who had seen more and done more than you probably would in your entire life. You loved talking to clients on the phone. It was weird but something about only being able to hear people’s voices excited you. You would sometimes write little stories in your head about the people you'd talk to, filling in the details that were unknown.

Your desk accessories reflected your love of books and writing. You had your growing collection of books sitting on your desk sandwiched between baby pink bookends. Next to them was a matching desk organizer filled with your favorite sparkly pens and sticky notes. You had decorated the plain cubicle walls with posters of quotes from your favorite books. You also brought your favorite candle from home. Even though you couldn’t light it you still liked to lift it to your nose once and a while and smell it between chapters. When you weren’t on the phone or scanning documents you would read. You finished To Kill A Mockingbird in your first week on the job and were now halfway through Murder on the Orient Express.

You were starting a new chapter when Frankie Morales called the first time.

You picked up the phone on the second ring already mustering your chipper 'customer service' voice. “Veterans affairs.” You stated your name. “How may I help you?”

“H-Hi. My name is Frankie- uh-Francisco Morales." A deep voice answered you. "I’m calling because I have gotten my benefits check yet. It’s been a month. I was hoping you could tell me if it got sent?”

“Okay Mr. Morales." You flipped on the computer. "Let me check. Can you spell your last name for me?”

“M-o-r-a-l-e-s”

“Okay... let's see.” You clicked on his account. You were momentarily distracted by his picture likely taken when he graduated basic if you had to guess based off the uniform. He looked sweet. Sharp nose and strong jaw balanced by kind eyes and a shy smile. You could imagine how age would continue to soften his expression making him even more handsome. The image was a strange juxtaposition to the voice you were hearing on the phone which was much deeper and rougher. His profile said he was special forces. A pilot. The rest of the information was blacked out. Something you were used to seeing on many people's accounts but even his years of service were redacted. He must have been involved in some dangerous stuff, you thought to yourself. The dates that were not redacted were mostly in Latin America. You clicked over to processing requests. “Looks like the check got sent one week ago.” You informed him.

"I'll look again but I haven't seen anything-" It sounded like he was apologizing when clearly it was not his fault.

"No no. It's probably a mistake on our end." You interrupted. With how shitty and outdated the payroll interface was you wouldn't be surprised if there was a mix up. "I’ll go ahead and let payroll know to send another."

"Great. Thanks." He replied sounding relieved. The roughness in his voice gave way to a smooth baritone.

“No problem. I'm sorry for any inconvenience it may have caused. We'll get it sent right away." You hoped he was not relying on this benefit check for anything important. While you could promise you'd fix the problem, the administration was notoriously slow. When he didn't respond you asked, "Is there anything else I can help you with today, Mr. Morales?”

“Uh-no" The roughness back in place. "Thank you." He paused before adding your name onto his thank you which made you smile. People usually never remembered your name.

“Alright. Have a nice day and thank you for your service.” You chirped before hanging up. The smile he put on your face lingered for a few minutes as you returned to your book.

The next time he called was exactly twelve days later.

“Veterans affairs” you answered, your routine greeting cut short as your eyes were still on your book.

“Hi- I’m calling because uh I still haven’t gotten my benefits check. This is Frankie Morales.”

“Oh Mr. Morales.” You recognized his voice even before he even said his name. You quickly shut your book, pushing your hair out of your face. Had you been thinking about him? No! Okay maybe you stared at his picture for a few minutes longer after he hung up. Yes, it was probably very unprofessional but you couldn't fight the curiosity. You were trying to rationalize the contrasting sharpness and softness of his features with his voice. How it all worked together. How one person's voice could change textures and colors so easily. You wondered what kind of things this man might have seen on the job. Most of the veterans you would help day to day did not have so many redacted missions and deployments. You were in the middle of Narcos season one so you immediately thought of drugs or something equally dangerous. After much pondering, you had come to the conclusion that Frankie Morales was both insanely attractive and insanely courageous. “Still no check, huh?”

“Nope.” He sighed the sound making the phone's shitty speaker crackle as you held it to your ear.

“Let me just check that it was approved...“ you found his profile again and scrolled to the status page. “Hmm... it says it was sent out last Friday after we spoke. That’s so weird...”

“Yeah. Really weird.” He echoed your frustration on the other end.

Typical payroll, you thought to yourself as you rolled your eyes. “I'll get another one sent to you right away. I'll see to it myself.” You tucked the phone under your chin and typed out a short email to Mary in payroll letting her know you'd be stopping by her office to explain the situation. You realized he hadn't hung up yet.

“Sorry for the back and forth.” You said, trying to fill the silence.

“It’s not your fault." The earlier irritation gone. "You’ve been really helpful.” His voice sounded warm and reassuring. Less gruff than it was last you spoke. Instead it was that rich baritone that you caught of glimpse of last time.

You feel your face warm at his compliment. It was this annoying reflex you had. Praise always made you blush no matter what context but it was worse when it came from a (you assume) gorgeous stranger.

“And just to verify that your address is correct- you’re on Maple Lane in Miami, Florida?”

“That’s right.” He confirmed.

“Okay. Sent!” You clicked send on the email, which caused the window to close and reveal Frankie’s profile page again. “I was curious-" You spoke before you really made the decision to speak. You didn’t want to overstep but once again your curiosity got the better of you. Honestly, you were just searching for a way to keep him on the phone. The day had been so boring.

“Your profile says you were stationed in Costa Rica.”

“For a bit.” He replied after a moment. He didn’t sound too defensive but there was definitely some tightness in his answer that made you feel bad for asking. Like you were scratching a wound.

“Did you like it? The country I mean.”

“Are you planning a trip?” He sounds a little amused.

“Yeah- well- kind of. It's more a trip in my head right now. I’d like to go there one day. It looks so beautiful.” You sighed closing your eyes trying to imagine the heat on your skin.

“It is." He agrees. "Really humid though.”

“Mm that sounds nice.” You would kill for some warm weather after such a long winter in DC.

“It was too muggy for me at times." He grumbled. "If you do go, stick to the costal areas where it’s more breezy or else you’ll just be sweating the whole time.”

“I don’t mind a little sweat” you shrugged, still thinking of the awful east coast winter you were currently suffering through. The sexual connotation of what you said hit you hard as soon as you heard the statement in its entirety. You felt your face flush again, though the man on the other end would never know.

“I’m learning Spanish!" You announced loudly trying to move the conversation past your awkwardness.

“Wow. Muy impressivo.”

“Si” you replied but after a moment you admit “I don’t really know what you said.”

Frankie laughed loudly on the other end and you couldn’t help but join in, drawing dirty looks from the elderly lady, Donna, working in the cubicle across from you. You ducked your head behind a stack of papers to avoid her glare.

“Fake it till you make it.” He chuckled.

“Maybe you should help me out.” You took on an indigent but still playful tone. “You sound better than duolingo” Your smile widened when he laughed again. His laugh was what you hoped it would be, by all your assumptions from his picture. It was an unencumbered, unburdened, rich sound with only a hit of roughness from the air behind it.

“Tell me you’re not using that dumb app to learn.” he scoffed, saying your name in an almost scolding tone.

“I’m got my thirty day streak today.” You boasted.

“You’ll be a total tourist if you go by duolingo.”

“But the owl is so cute every time I get something right!” You argued your voice taking on a more childish cadence.

“That’s how they trap you, silly girl.” He teased right back. Usually such a condescending nickname would piss you off but something about the affection behind him using it made you feel very differently. You felt warm like you were proud to be silly as long as it made him laugh.

“Then you saved me just in time, Mr. Morales.” You bit your lip. His scoffing and laughter died down on the other end.

“Frankie” He corrects you.

“Frankie…” You repeated it, smiling at how well the nick name suited the voice over the phone. Honest, sincere, and not pretentious at all. Way better than the pompous guys you know with equally stuffy names like “Edward” and “Christopher.”

“So what do you want to know?” Frankie interrupted your thoughts. “Dime”

You started asking him questions in Spanish to the best of your ability. Granted they weren't particularly probing questions. What is your name? What is your favorite color? What is your favorite animal? What's your favorite book? I am reading Gone Girl. He answered them all with patience and amusement, occasionally interrupting you to correct your pronunciation or explain what a word meant. Every time you’d repeat the word back correctly he would say something like “good” or “there you go” or “you got it”. You hated to admit that his kind words and his praise was doing something to you. You didn't even realize you were clenching your legs together unconsciously, almost in anticipation of his next correction or next answer. His low voice so sweet and encouraging against your ear, more tangible when he was speaking Spanish. You just wanted to hear more of it. Would it be this sweet in other situations? Would it get huskier or rougher? If you closed your eyes it was like he was sitting right next to you. It would be all too easy to slip into that daydream and escape the dull office.

Suddenly out of the corner of your drooping eyes you saw a flashing red light on the phone console meaning another caller was waiting.

“Shoot- i’m sorry, Frankie- I have to take this call.” You shot forward in your chair, legs uncrossing.

“Of-Of course. I should let you get back to work.” He sounded a little sad or so you hoped. You felt bad for interrupting him after you both were having so much fun. You wanted to say he could wait on hold but he killed that idea when he said, "I have work too. Technically I'm five minutes past my lunch break."

Your pout turned to a smile. He was spending his precious lunch break with you? Get a grip! you snapped at yourself.

“You’re welcome to call again if you want.” You threw out the offer in a small voice, scared you would be rejected. You peered over the cubicle wall to see if you were still being glared at. Thankfully Donna was away from her desk. Probably out for a smoke. “It’s really boring here and usually no one calls.”

“Maybe I will.” He replied and you could hear the smile behind those words. You felt your heart clench weirdly in your chest like it didn't know how to process the sudden spike in emotions.

“Bye, Frankie.” You beamed.

“Bye”

This time the smile on your face lasted for hours. Frankie’s laugh echoed around in your head, taunting you, sending your mind to the gutter. His voice went from grit to molasses on a dime. You wanted to be the one to bring out those sounds. You wanted to hear his voice bend and stretch and strain as you fucked him. What the hell is wrong with me? you screamed internally. You had never been so depraved and with a stranger no less! You clearly needed to get laid fast because this much yearning would not end well.

Frankie got the second VA check a few days later and this time he didn’t even feel bad about ripping it in half. He was already reaching for the phone to call you.

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Tags: Message to be added 💕 no minors please!

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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Hello sunshine! Idk if u r taking requests but if not feel free to ignore!

This is a bit of an indulgent ask, I’m currently in the hospital with a massive stomach virus and it has not been fun or pretty for the last 3 days🥲

If you had any ideas on how Bucky or Frankie would comfort you in the hospital/ how they would b calm but also secretly freakin out

Have a great day!!🤍

Oh, my love, anything for you. I hope you get better soon! I hope this helps a little! 🥺

Warnings: mentions of surgery and hospital stays

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The first thing your eyes spied when you opened them again were a bouquet of brilliantly colored tulips on your small bedside table. They were nestled among several other vases with various other flowers and balloons. Despite the over the top display, you couldn’t help but smile as you reached over and gently touched one of the delicate petals.

“Hi Bee,” Frankie grinned as he walked in the room with his hands full of ice cream containers. You sat back and looked at him with a soft expression as he came over and leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, “you’re finally awake!”

“And I feel like I was hit by a truck,” you snorted with laughter as he pulled up a chair and sat down next to you, “more flowers?”

“They’re from me!” his whole face lit up with that smile that you loved so much. You couldn’t help but reach over and gently touch his cheek, watching as he leaned into your touch, “do you like them?”

“I love them - I love you,” you promised softly, “but don’t you think all of these flowers are a little much?”

“Not for you,” he took your hand and pressed a delicate kiss to your knuckles, “I would do anything for you.”

“Including getting me ice cream I see,” you made grabby hands for the two pints he’d brought in. You easily recognized the label, and immediately knew that he had stopped by your favorite little shop to get the ice cream, “you really do love me, huh?”

“I guess so,” he teased as he opened the one containing your all time favorite and handed it to you, “I risked life and limb to sneak these in!”

“Why thank you, my love,” you took a big spoonful and practically shoved it into your mouth. After several days of nothing but bland, sad hospital food, you were ready for something delicious, “this all seems a little much for a simple hospital stay. I look like I’ve just escaped death and half of the city sent me flowers.”

“You just had surgery-”

“Minor.”

“Still surgery,” he insisted with a gentle tap to the tip of your nose, “now don’t argue with me, eat your ice cream, and enjoy all the flowers.”

“You’ve forgotten the best part of all,” you stopped with the spoon halfway to your mouth and quickly reached to your side and pulled out the small, cute stuffed hedgehog Frankie had gotten you just before you went into surgery. He knew how much you loved the little creatures, and had given it to you with the promise that one day he’d take you to see a real one, but you just had to get through surgery first. It was an easy way to ease your nerves and now you had a cute little plush, “Little Frankie!”

“Little Frankie,” he chucked warmly, “you’re too much.”

“Excuse me, Mr. I bought half of the floral shop,” with a small little huff of victory you finally stuffed a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth, letting the delicious cream melt over your tongue, “I hate it here. Everyone’s nice but it’s so depressing. I just want to go home and be with you.”

“That’s where there’s more good news, little bee,” he insisted through his own mouthful of ice cream, “I talked to the nurse before I came in, the one that graciously pretended she didn’t see this ice cream, and she said you’ll be discharged tomorrow. You’ll be back home before you know it. And then it’s another week of rest before you go back to work or doing much of anything - yes?”

“Yes,” you agreed eagerly, “finally! I can survive one more night, especially knowing it’ll be a week of getting to be home with just you. I’m so glad Santi let you have the week off. He really didn’t have to…”

“He wouldn’t have let me come to work even if I wanted to,” Frankie reminded you, “besides, you’re not the worst patient. Get you a little ice cream and you’re set.”

“It doesn’t hurt when I’ve got the world’s best...everything helping me out,” you leaned forward and kissed him gently, tasting the sweet cream from his lips, “I love you, Francisco. I feel like I don’t tell you enough, but you know you mean the world to me, you are my world.”

“I know,” a soft blush crept into his cheek as he licked the sweetness off his lips, “I love you too.”

“Can I ask you for one more huge favor? This one and then I’ll never ask anything of you again!”

“I find that hard to believe…”

“Rude,” you stuck your tongue out at him, “but will you stay here with me? Tonight? I totally understand, but it...I don’t like it without.”

“Bee,” he tucked a strand of hair gently behind your ear, “I’ve been here every night. You must really be a sound sleeper if you haven’t noticed.”

“Really?” you looked at him with the sweetest eyes as he nodded. When you’d woken up in the morning, he’d been showered and changed. He must have gone home just to do and come back to see you before leaving for work, “oh. I...I don’t even know where to begin to describe how much you mean to me.”

You suddenly got a brilliant idea as you scooted over to the side of the small, creaky, hospital bed. Patting the newly vacant spot, you reached for his hand and tugged him towards you. He raised a brow, “what?”

“Scoot in,” you insisted, “it’s not much, but I guarantee it will be better than those hard old chairs.”

He laughed, a glorious warm sound, before complying, delicately getting in next to you. The small bed hardly left either of you with breathing room, but you didn’t mind in the slightest, snuggling up to him immediately, “you alright?”

“I’m perfect,” you said before shaking your head and correcting yourself, “well, as perfect as one can get in this situation.”

“Good,” he kissed the top of your head, “now eat your ice cream so you can get some rest. If you need anything-”

“I have everything,” it was a true statement, “when I’m with you, my love.”

#frankie morales #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #fem!reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #soft hours start now and end never 🥺

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fraidy-farfelle · 3 years

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This is my attempt at the Fluff ABCs for Frankie the Undead. Please be gentle with criticism because I cry easily. I’ve taken some ideas from @lovestruck-lasagna.

Taglist: @writingfromthetomb @beebubb

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Your dry sense of humor. It perfectly matches his insults and he doesn’t have to go out of his way to make you laugh. He just says what he’s thinking and you laugh and agree.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Frankie appreciates a good smile, and for many reasons. He learned to read smiles (fake vs real) early on and uses it to gauge people, so he pays particular attention by default. He’s a sucker for cute dimples, and loves the way your nose scrunches and your eyes close.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

He loves late at night when you share the couch and he can read a good book, sip on some whiskey, or puff on a cigar. He really doesn’t care what you’re doing, he can tune out the TV or you prattling on about your day and make comments to show he’s listening. Put your feet in his lap, lay on top of him, make yourselves mummies in blankets, so long as he can reach his glass he doesn’t care. He just wants to be with you.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Stay in date nights are his favorite. He doesn’t really like to “share” your attention. He likes to either cook a meal together or order takeout and watch a movie. Particularly black and white gangster ones, or older horror films. Likes to tease you if you get scared and grab onto him. He’ll pat your head and say something like “oh there there, don’t be scared! I won’t let the big, bad monster getcha!” (Like your neighbor isn’t a 7 ft tall children murdering clown demon) If you go out, he prefers less crowded places outdoors.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He’s a spitfire and he knows it. He tends to explode and then after a few minutes apologizes gruffly and explains himself. “WHY WERE YA OUT UNTIL MIDNIGHT, THATS SUCH A STUPID THING TO DO!” “Sorry, Frankie.” “…… ugh just, please get home earlier from now on. It’s dangerous and I worry about you.” Definitely doesn’t hug you close so you don’t see the relief and worry on his face. Nope!

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

He misses Amy desperately. He wants a little girl in his life again, although he’ll never ever admit it. He’s hesitant to make relationships because he doesn’t want to be hurt again. But, if you go out with him to the living world, you’ll catch him staring longingly at parents and daughters when he thinks you’re not looking. If you ask him what he’s looking at, he’ll shake his head and spit out a line about children being obnoxious but you can tell he’s blowing smoke.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

If the underworld wasn’t so dangerous, he’d love to drape you in the finest silks with diamonds and rubies dripping off of you. However he doesn’t want you to draw any unnecessary attention to yourself. So, he settles for things you don’t really see in public. He also doesn’t like to be found out about it. Your gas tank is filled, the bill you were worried about has mysteriously been paid, your favorite ice cream is in your freezer when you know you ate the last of it yesterday, and hey, didn’t you spend this $20? Why is it in your wallet? If you ever bring it up he’ll just shrug and say “How strange!”

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

He’s torn about PDA because he doesn’t want you to become a target because you’re associated with him, and people stare at him enough because of his appearance. But on the other hand, he wants to show the world that someone as worthless as him (don’t say that we love you Frankie) has such an amazing person that loves him. Will absolutely grab you and passionately make out with you with one hand on your ass and the other flipping the bird to the cheeky bastard that told the broad beside him to watch out for the zombie.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Panic. Sheer panic. He’s so afraid to lose you, any injury is serious and cause for alarm.

Frankie:*bursting into a hospital lobby, screaming to be taken to f/n l/n immediately**running in the opposite direction the nurse pointed in panic**bursts into exam room 30 seconds later* “Y/N!!!!! I came as soon as I got the message, WHATS WRONG!!!”

You: *sitting on the table, reading phone* “Oh, I have a sprained ankle and they don’t want me to drive so can you give me a ride?”

Frankie:*slowly blinking* “Uh, yeah no problem…”

You: “lemme guess, you heard my name and hospital in the same sentence and ignored everything else.”

Frankie:*hanging his head* “go wait in the car, I’ll go apologize….”

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Not actual jokes, but he loves to sit with you and insult people. He’s an incredibly sweet person to you, but no one else. (Except service people, like nurses and waitresses. Just the general public) he doesn’t think pranks are funny or practical, which is one of the many reasons he and LJ butt heads. If LJ or Will prank you or him, he’s raising hell.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Love kissing your lips. He’s actually really self conscious about his mouth stitches and constantly frets they feel weird to you. Neck kisses are another favorite and are extremely private to him. He also likes to hold the back of your hand against his lips and tell you what he’s thinking, no matter how mundane. Kiss his stitches. Please. Just do it.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

He has trouble saying it to your face. He’ll whisper it to you when he thinks you’re sleeping, and he’s been known to leave little notes around for you to find. He thinks protecting you is the best way to show he cares.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

The day you finally broke down and told him you loved him. He knew as soon as he looked into your eyes and saw your smile his goose was cooked. He was very abrasive and hoping against hope that you’d leave him be. He knew you deserved better. He was so afraid to build a relationship and love again, he wanted to distance himself and if he was an asshole to you, it would be justified and you’d do it on your own. What he didn’t expect is for you to be so kind to him. Upon your initial meeting, he had been a little harsh, but helped you (if there’s enough interest I’ll do a fic about it) and so when he subsequently was a jerk to you, you were curious and determined to find out what he was hiding. He finally had been mean enough to make you cry. He had never regretted something he did before. He immediately wanted to cradle you to him and beg your forgiveness. Normally when he insulted you, you’d have a snarky retort in reply. But not this time. You fell to your knees and clung to his legs and demanded to know why he treated you so poorly and proclaimed your love for him. It was probably by accident and you were so distraught you didn’t even know it flew from your mouth, but hearing it, he couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t care about the consequences, he just wanted you. Hearing that you loved someone like him made him so happy, he knew he’d treasure the memory forever

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Losing you. Period.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

What ISNT odd about this man?! A cute one is he always winks with his green eye.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

I HC that he was born in the 30’s, so he calls you “doll” a lot but only in private. He uses your name otherwise so it’s not as obvious to people watching you’re together. He will absolutely refer to you as “the dame” to others. The equivalent of “the boss” or “old lady.” “William! The Dame is trying to take a nap, so shut up or I’ll shoot you!” You call him stitches to tease him in private and are the only person allowed to do so.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?) Either taking naps or couch potato time. Also, low key likes to cook with you. He can’t cook for shit, but likes to “help” by handing you things or chopping things for you. Is a super good taste tester, self appointed.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Stitches by Shawn Mendez (PLEASE DONT HURT ME!!)

We don’t have to Dance by Andy Black (referring to how he can’t really show you affection in public but he loves you)

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

He’s open about himself and what he’s thinking, and will always take what you say into consideration. He doesn’t like to keep things from you, but he does omit some detail about his jobs if you ask about them. He just feels like you don’t need to be stressed about it.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

LJ picked up on Frankie’s fondness of you almost instantly. He and Will decided to do what they could to get you together in the interest of making Frankie less of a grouch. If it hadn’t been for them insisting that he was good guy to you, you probably WOULD have let Frankie’s prickly nature drive you away. It took a year or so for you to break down.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?) A powder keg of insults, foul language, and bullets. Has actually never called you a name outright, and would absolutely never physically hurt you. When he was deliberately being rude to you, he’d insult your actions rather than you. “Stop acting like a dumb broad!” Vs calling you a bitch to your face. He usually calms down quickly, and is hardly ever angry at you, only when you put yourself in danger.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He likes that he’s scary and tough looking so that when you’re with him, other men scatter pretty fast. Has had many occasions where he stepped away and someone came to flirt with you and he came back and had the pleasure of scaring them.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

You are not allowed to do anything dangerous, ever! Will teach you how to use a gun and how to counter things like chokeholds, so you’re less vulnerable. Will absolutely lose his mind if he learns you’ve put yourself at risk. He will shoot someone so fast for you. Takes every person as a threat to you and will pick fights with somebody that accidentally bumped into you. Do NOT test this man.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

You are an open book to him. He’s learned to read people well, and he takes his time studying you. Can tell if you’re getting sick before you can. More than once he’s handed you a bottle of Tylenol, leaving you bewildered, and shrugged and said to take them because you’ll have a headache in a few minutes. He can pick up on your emotions easily and has learned what to do to handle them.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

Honestly, marriage isn’t that important to him. He’s not opposed to the idea at all, but like you’ve been together for this long, you love each other, is it really necessary? You’d have to tell him you want to be officially married. He’ll buy you a ring, to show that you’re taken, if nothing else, but he’ll wear his around his neck under his tie so it’s not obvious he’s attached to anyone to discourage his rivals using you to get to him.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

The smell of your perfume. Holding you in his arms and taking deep breaths makes all of his troubles go away.

#frankie the undead #frankie creeps #creepypasta

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jelenamasterpost · 3 years

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2010

January 1st:

Selena and Justin share a Twitter exchange after sharing the stage together during Justin's performance of One Less Lonely Girl at Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve in Las Vegas

selena's tweet (x) justin's tweet (x)

January 5th:

Justin is interviewed by Popstar! Magazine and is asked whether he’s dating either Demi or Selena

Interviewer: "So there's been links that you've been seeing Demi or Selena, you guys have been Twittering back and forth. Is there any truth to that? Or are you guys just friends, is there something more there?"

Justin: "No, I just - I met Demi a few times. Me and Selena are good friends."

Interviewer: "Yeah, I think you're performing with Selena at Pop-Con this year, in February - you are, surprise! Do you know if you'll be hanging out with her at all while you're there?

Justin: "Probably, we're good friends."

full video (x)

January 31st:

Justin tweets "good times" to Selena, suggesting they recently hung out.

justin's tweet (x)

February 1st:

Selena and Nick Jonas arrive to “We Are The World” remake together in the same vehicle, held at Jim Henson Studios in Los Angeles. There's been speculation of a reconciliation as Selena was seen at Nick's concert in Dallas January 2nd and photographed crying during the song "Stay" (x)(x)

February 7th:

Nick attends San Antonio Rodeo to watch Selena perform. Selena allegedly introduces her song “I Won’t Apologize" (song about Nick) by sharing with the crowd: “I wrote this, but it’s in the past now”

February 14th:

Selena recently chatted with the California Chronicle and said this about her rumored rekindled romance with Nick Jonas (x)

"He's a really nice guy and he's always been a really good friend in my life. So I'm just happy to have him back as a good friend."

February 16th:

Selena talks about Justin during her radio interview with DJ Kid Kraddick and explains how their NYE performance was conceived:

“You know what, he’s the cutest, sweetest kid on the face of this planet. I feel like a cougar because I totally have a crush on him. He’s cute, he is so cute - he has swagger!"

"We were doing the Dick Clarks Rockin' New Years Eve and I performed first and I was leaving to do press backstage and Justin runs back and goes: 'Selena! Can you come on stage with me for One Less Lonely Girl?' and I was like, 'Ahh Justin' and he's like 'Please please please!' and I go 'Fine, okay what do I do?' and he's like 'Oh I'll do all the work' [...]"

"So then he runs off stage and then he runs back and he goes 'Wait, can you take your heels off I don't want you to be taller than me' I was like, 'No I'm not going to take my heels off' - and no we're actually the same height without heels."

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February 16th:

During an interview with 106.1 KISS FM, a fan tells Selena that people in their school are saying she's dating Justin Bieber

Fan: “People in my school are saying that you and Justin Bieber are dating”

Selena: “I love that! I kind of wish we were [...] No, he’s 15, so I’d be a cougar, so that wouldn’t be right - but he’s very sweet, and I do love him very much. He’s a very good guy.”

The interviewer explains Justin was also recently on the show and that he does have a little crush on her -

Selena: “That’s okay! He can call me in like 3 years.”

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February 19th:

Selena talks to MTV News before both her and Justin are set to perform at Pop-Con in NYC. When asked if they’d perform together she says:

"I'm excited. We would love to. We're trying to work it out, We don't know yet. We're still trying to figure out if we're going to do something together on stage. [It] might be a surprise, but as far as co-headlining — I don't know. I'm sure he's much bigger. [It's] probably his show — I'm just there." // she confesses that at this point they are such good friends, he almost feels like family: "I love Justin. When he first started to come over from Canada his manager contacted me and he just said that he would like to meet me and he was just such a good kid," she explained. "And I feel like a big sister now, 'cause I want to protect him. So I'm always very cautious with him, but he is so talented and he's so sweet, so that just started us wanting to work together. Now he's just become one of my good friends."

full article (x)

February 20th:

Justin and Selena pose for a photo together while attending Pop-Con, held at Nassau Coliseum in New York - they each are set to perform. After the event, Justin tweets to Selena calling her a sweetheart.

justin's tweet (x)

February 23rd:

Selena is again asked about Justin during her livestream webcast:

“I think Justin Bieber is amazing. Do you think he’s amazing? He’s like, 15, and he has like, every girl in America”

youtube

February 24th:

Selena interviews with Frankie of Neighborhood 93.3 and there's lots of Justin discussion. Frankie tells Selena that Justin was also recently interviewed and he called her a cutie-pie and said that she’s amazing. A fan also asks what she would name her baby (?) if she were to have one:

Selena: “Awww! He’s so cute! Oh my gosh, he’s about to turn 16, I’m just saying...just saying!”

Selena: “Lets see, I’ve had these names picked out for a while - I like Emory? Just E-M-O-R-Y. Emory, insert my husband’s last name…yeah, Emory Bieber"

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March 1st:

Selena attends Justin's "Sweet 16" celebration and publicly tweets him a happy birthday at the end of the night. She's later seen in photos from the event kissing Justin on the cheek

selena's tweet (x) photos of selena at the event (x)

March 6th:

This is the last time that Selena and Nick Jonas are seen together this year.

March 12th:

During a radio interview with Billy Bush, Justin is asked “who the cutest Disney Channel girl is”

Justin: "Cutest Disney Channel girl? I think probably Selena Gomez."

full video here (x)

March 27th:

Selena and Justin both attend The Kids Choice Awards and pose together for a photo while on the red carpet.

Justin attends the event with (his rumored girlfriend) Jasmine Villegas, his "Baby" music video costar.

justin and jasmine (x)

March 30th:

Justin and Selena hangout together with Selena's family and have a jam session - they each share a tweet about it that evening

justin's tweet (x) selena's tweet (x)

April 10th:

Selena and Nick Jonas have officially broken up People confirms, and says they actually broke up in early March.

Though the couple never publicly confirmed they rekindled their relationship, the source says, “They were an item, but they are no longer together.” According to the source, the Disney Channel stars, both 17, broke up in early March, largely because work was going to keep them apart: Gomez is scheduled to film a movie in Europe this summer, while Jonas is expected to tour with his siblings at the same time.

full article here (x)

April 12th:

Selena does a radio interview on Key 103 while in Manchester and says that Justin is a great friend, and that he’s very protective of her:

Interviewer: When did you last see your mate Justin Bieber? Is he okay?

Selena: Yes he is, he's so funny, I actually don't have my phone out here and he freaked out cause he didn't understand, he's like "oh my god, I can't talk to you, I don't know what you're doing!" I'm like "I'm fine, I'm fine!" He's very protective, is what I've found - it's very funny, he's younger than me but he's been a better friend to me than most of the people my age.

Interview: Cause you guys have gone through similar things I suppose, despite the age difference?

Selena: Yeah but, people who've gone through the same things as me haven't been as supportive as he has been to me - it's been great.

full interview here (x)

May 23rd:

Selena tweets that she's listening to Justin's song Somebody to Love while in the studio

selena's tweet (x)

#jelena #selena gomez #justin bieber #jelena timeline #jelena masterpost #jasmine villegas #nick jonas #nelena #demi lovato

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Posting this too <3 Cleuce ily

#my art #Monster High #Cleo de Nile #Deuce Gorgon #G1 and g2 cleuce r so cute but also I am LOVING. Cleo and Frankie together shajak #cleuce #Honestly Im kind of glad g3 is mixing up the ships its fun #this is from october lol

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mandoalorian · 4 years

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This is super random but I got onto thinking about pet names the boys might call you? Terms of endearment? Sorry it's not a fic request I was just curious what you thought.

Terms of Endearment

Hehe okay thank you for the request! This was kinda hard but even still it was fun :) ... sorry it took so long to get out but there’s only so many nicknames/pet names out thereeee. Tell me what your fave ones are!! 💓 this is also super subjective so if your opinion differs from mine tell meeee and we can discuss! 🥺

Din Djarin

I need to brush up on my Mando’a but ‘mesh’la’ (beautiful) and ‘cyar’ika’ (sweetheart). I’m sorry I know that’s an obvious one but I couldn’t really go for anything else.

Javier Peña

Javier is Spanish and I’m not fluent in that language but I do remember from school that ‘cariño’ roughly translates to darling/dear. And that just sounds really cute and I can definitely imagine him calling you that. Also ‘beautiful’.

Jack Daniels

Oh my god. Things like ‘cutie pie’, ‘pumpkin’, ‘cupcake’, ‘sugar’, ‘darlin’’. Think of food... and sweet treats. He’d name you after those and it would fit him so well with that thick Southern accent.

Ezra Prospect

Ezra is so articulate, he literally speaks in cursive and my brain cannot comprehend that. But maybe like ‘honey’ or ‘moonshine’ or... ‘darlin’’ because that southern accent again!

Oberyn Martell

‘Angel’, or like... I wanna say ‘dove’ but that’s ONLY because Dove by @honeymandos lives rent free in my mind and that’s what he calls the reader. It’s so good you should all definitely read it.

Frankie Morales

He’d call you ‘love’ or ‘sweetie’ or ‘honey’. Especially in the mornings when he just wakes up and nuzzles his nose into your neck. And his voice is kinda gruff and he whispers “good morning” and then one of those nicknames!

Max Phillips

I hate this but he’d call you ‘sexy’. Any pet names he’d have for you wouldn’t be sweet or romantic. They’d be to do with your appearance. That doesn’t mean Max can’t be sweet or romantic. He just doesn’t show it through his pet names.

Maxwell Lord

Hmmm. Maybe ‘doll’, or ‘my treasure’. He’d be like “be a doll and fetch me a cup of coffee”. The inner Max Lord simp in me would want him to call me ‘princess’ tehehe that’s cute. My knees would go weak I think I’d faint just a bit.

Dave York

No. He’d just call you by your name. Your FULL name. Sike! Dave York would call you ‘babe’ or ‘baby’. OR ‘babygirl’. Oh to be called one of those names by Dave York. I’m yearning.

Pero Tovar

Tovar grabs you by the collar and growls ‘mine’ in your ear. That man is feral. F E R A L. That’s what he calls you. He’s possessive and he wants everyone to know that you’re his. You belong to him. His native language is Spanish though so he’d most likely use Spanish terms of endearment.

Dio

I don’t even knooow. Something scary I can imagine. But if you’re dating Dio you’re probably into that. He would never admit to it but I think Dio would looove it if you called him “baby”. He’d straight up be blushing.

Marcus Pike

‘Babycakes’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘sunshine’... the list goes on. Every nickname ever. Especially the sweet and wholesome ones. Marcus Pike is the kinda guy who saves your number into his phone and writes your contact name as ‘wife’.

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #maxwell lord #din djarin #the mandalorian #agent whiskey #frankie morales #oberyn martell #dio nypd blue #max phillips #ezra prospect #pero tovar #dave york #javier peña #request

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brandyllyn · 3 years

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War makes thieves, and peace hangs them (pt1)

Summary: When Santi needs people for a mission he knows just who to call. But it quickly becomes apparent they’re short one key role - a thief. Preferably one with nice breasts who makes friends easily.

Told from POV of Triple Frontier characters and while it’s an OFC she is never described. Her "name" is a radio handle.

Other chapters... My Masterlist

Word count: 2319. Read it on AO3.

Author’s note: Look, I’ve been itching to write something hella raunchy and while I love my other fics they’re full of soft people being dorks and falling love. This is not that. This is filthy smut basically from the go. The plot (what of it there is) exists solely to allow these people to have sex. Also, Fuck Tom. He’s in this fic for like 90 seconds before I summarily get rid of him.

Rating: R swearing. objectification. drugs (mentioned, not used). gendered slurs. no sex in this chapter.

"It’s a five man job," Santi was saying it for the third time that night but Benny just kept shaking his head at him. Across from Benny, Frankie pushes his ball cap off, tossing his arm over his chair and letting it dangle from two fingers.

"C’mon you guys," Frankie starts to say but is cut off.

"Maybe, but not this five," Will points out.

"You had no right to call in someone else without talking to me," Santi can feel the edge to his voice.

"Am I wrong?"

The question deflates the irritation out of Santi. No, he wasn’t. That was the shitty part. The more they found out about this job the more he realized they were going to need someone with a different skillset than the five of them. "Fine, who is he? How do you know him?"

"We ran into each other in South Africa. Ended up on the same job, different sides," Benny taps a finger against his beer bottle. "A few other, less than legal, follow-ups. They’re the best I know of Santi."

"Yeah," Santi picks his bottle up, draining the last of it. "But all things considered I’m not sure that means much."

Benny rolls his eyes. "Whatever man, they’ll be here tonight. I’ll introduce you and you can make your own decision. Fair?"

Santi nods once and watches as Benny gets up. "I’ll get the next round." The other men waggle their beers and Benny doesn’t even bother counting before heading off the empty outside patio and back into the bar.

It was a quiet night, at a quiet out of the way bar. From their vantage on the patio over the water they can see people as they arrive, but also are surrounded on three sides by water, minimizing eavesdroppers.

"I don’t like it," Tom grumbles and Santi turns to him.

"I feel like we’ve covered that," he points out.

"Some new guy we don’t know? Fuck Pope, this whole thing is already too dangerous," Tom continues.

"What do you want me to do," he hisses. "I’ve come too fucking far to back out-"

He pauses when he hears the door to the patio open, a waitress coming through with a tray of beers. He’d clocked her from the corner of his eye, about eight miles of the longest legs he’s ever seen in his life, bare from tiny denim shorts down to a pair of unlaced combat boots.

Those were odd. Not necessarily what he would have expected. He studies her a bit more closely as she sets the tray of beers down, squatting next to the table to transfer the tray from her shoulder to the table. Tom had already fallen face first into the girl’s cleavage - which was either ample or benefitting greatly from being on display in a bright orange halter top that started somewhere around her rib cage. She returned Tom’s lascivious stare with a wink, brushing her body against the man’s as she stood back up and passed one of the bottles to him.

Santi reached for one but was blocked by her body as she leaned across the table, sliding a bottle to Frankie who rubbed a hand over his mouth and tried in vain to make eye contact with something other than her breasts. Will was silent on receiving his, a half smile on his face as he watched her stretch a bottle to him. Finally she turns to Santi, placing the last beer in front of him and flipping the tray up under her arm.

"Tu amigo pagó," she smiles, gesturing with her chin inside. He glances that way and sees Benny nodding back from the bar, tucking bills into his wallet. "Tienes algo…" she starts to say and he turns back to see her pluck a bit of fuzz off the collar of his shirt. Smiling, she pinches it between her fingers and flicks it over his shoulder. "De nada."

"Gracias," he winks at her and she winks back before flouncing off the patio and back into the bar. Both Frankie and Tom turn around fully in their chairs to watch her - but Santi was perfectly positioned to watch the sway of her ass as she went back inside.

"Hot damn," Tom gives a low whistle.

Santi rolls his eyes, focusing on the beer in front of him. To his left, Frankie is fiddling with a coaster before he suddenly jerks and looks at his hand with suspicion.

"What the fuck?" Frankie snaps. "Where the fuck is my hat?"

"What?" Will asks.

"My hat. My fucking hat." Frankie holds up the coaster and glares at it, then at Santi. "Where is my fucking hat?"

"Did you set it-" Santi starts but Frankie cuts him off.

"I was holding it in my goddamn hand. And now I’m not." Frankie pushes himself back from the table, peering under it.

"What’s got Fish riled up?" Benny asks, sliding into a chair on the other side of the table.

"He’s throwing a fit about his hat," Will fills him in.

"Fuck you, I liked that hat," Frankie grouses, eyes still scanning the floor.

Ben laughs and Frankie shoots him a dirty look. "Ah, I see you’ve met our thief then," Benny says with a satisfied smirk.

"What?" Frankie jerks forward, the legs of his chair hitting the wood of the deck with a thunk.

Santi cocks his head, "You set up a little audition did you?" When Benny nods Santi grins. "The waitress?" Will nods again and gestures to someone inside. A minute later, the woman pulls up a chair next to Ben - wearing Frankie’s hat. He had to admit, she looked cute. He hadn’t gotten a good look at her face before, a little preoccupied with other parts of her, but she was quite stunning.

"You should give Frankie his hat back," Santi tells her in a low voice.

"Nah," Frankie quickly interjects, a little slack-jawed. "You can uh… you can keep it. For a bit." She grins at Frankie and judging from the look on his friend’s face, Santi had an idea of what mental image Frankie would be jerking off to later that night.

"Boys, this is Wildcat," Ben wraps an arm over the woman’s shoulders, "the best thief I’ve ever met. And ours for this mission."

"Neat trick with the hat," Tom says to her breasts.

"Not to burst your bubble Benny," she turns to him, "but I can’t take the job."

"What? Why not?"

She reaches into her top and while Santi would have sworn that you couldn’t fit so much as a tic-tac in there she manages to pull out a small baggie of off-white crystal powder. A flick of her wrist and it lands in the middle of the table. "I don’t deal with this kind of shit."

Santi reaches for it, getting there just before Tom who mutters 'bitch' under his breath. Holding it up for a moment he studies it before hiding it under his palm on the table. "Who’d you take it from?"

"Me," Tom sounds defeated.

"Yeah, like I said, I don’t deal with this kind of shit." She turns to Benny and shrugs, "Sorry babe, you’ll have to find someone else." She gets up, leaning over the table and placing the ball cap back on Frankie’s head and giving it a flirtatious tap. From his angle, Santi can see practically the same view as Frankie, as well as the line of her back and the curve of her ass as she leans over.

She kisses the top of Ben’s head when she stands up, giving Tom a wide berth and going around the table. Santi doesn’t watch her past that, eyes on Tom.

"What the fu-" but he’s interrupted by something shiny dropping onto the table.

"Sorry," her voice was right next to his ear, "forgot this."

It takes Santi a full five seconds to process what he’s seeing. One of his dog tags. He pulls his chain out of his shirt quickly, sees the primary one… and the loose shorter chain hanging empty.

"Son of a-" he turns but she’s at the door already, winking and blowing him a kiss before leaving.

"Pope let me-" Tom starts but Santi turns on him.

"Fucking meth, man? What’s wrong with you?"

"Hey, it’s just a bit to help me keep going," Tom raises his hands, "don’t fucking act like it’s the end of the fucking world."

"You’re out," Santi says it with finality.

"What?"

"Anyone have a problem with that?" Santi looks at the other three men but they all shake their heads.

"Fuck you," Tom spits, "fucking Fish has a coke problem and I don’t see any of you-"

"Hey," Frankie leans forward, pointing a finger at Tom, "you can go fuck yourself."

"Not if I-"

But Santi is on his feet, hands in Tom’s shirt as he walks the man backwards a few steps and shoves him against the low railing on the patio. "I love you man, but I can’t have this shit. It’s too important. Go back to the hotel."

Tom deflates. "It’s just to help man. Just to help."

"I know," he pats Tom on the shoulder. "I know. But you’re gonna have to sit this one out." Santi watches the other man leave. "Go get her back," he tells Ben.

Will swipes the baggie from the table, raising an eyebrow in question and Santi nods. Will quickly turns and tosses it into the lake beyond.

She slid into Tom’s chair without so much as a twitch of her eyebrow that the other man is gone. "Are we trying again?"

Santi sits down to her left. "First tell me how you got my dog tags."

"And my hat," Frankie asks.

"Quick fingers," she says, "two distractions."

"Two?" Frankie asks and she winks at him.

"One. Two." She shrugs each shoulder, making her breasts jiggle with the motion. Frankie blushes and reaches up to cover his face with one hand, pretending to scratch his beard.

"Seriously," Santi grabs her attention again, "how’d you do it?"

She shrugs again, "People don’t watch for the things they should be watching for. You guys… you’re perceptive. Situationally aware. You could probably tell me every weapon within sixty feet of this table." She smiles, "You’ve noticed my hand on your arm, and you’ve noticed my foot against your ankle." He had, was enjoying the feel of her fingers against his skin and her toes rubbing along his sock. "But where is my other hand?"

Santi startles, looking down. Her other hand comes into his line of sight and he sees she’s holding a watch.

"Wait that’s-" Will splutters.

"Son of a bitch," he mutters and hears Ben laugh. He turns on Will, "What were you watching?"

She answers for him, "He’s been watching my mouth." Will coughs but doesn’t deny it. She grins at them both before leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms, waggling her fingers. "Figure out where someone wants their attention to go and you can make them concentrate on anything."

Santi bites his lip before he looks over at Benny. "You trust her?" Ben nods. "Then she’ll do."

"Oh goodie," she snarks, "a dream come true. So what’s the job?"

Santi lowers his voice as he outlines the next few days. She asks good questions and the five of them roughly map out their plans. When they finish, Santi leans back in his chair. "So, we’ll meet in the hotel lobby tomorrow morning, 0600?" Everyone around him nods except for Ben who just curses.

"Fucking hell Pope, you know I hate mornings."

Will rolls his eyes, smacking his brother in the arm, "How the hell did you get through Airborne with an attitude like that?"

"By being a damned good Ranger," Ben grouses back.

"And cheating on the written shit," Frankie mumbles into his beer. Ben shoots him a glower but Frankie just smiles to himself, ignoring the other man.

"Well, if you boys are done," Cat breaks in, "I have a date." For just a split second Santi thought she was looking at him, but he follows her gaze over his shoulder and sees a petite brunette wearing a leather mini-skirt and white tank top crooking a finger their way. Cat winks back at her and rises gracefully from the table, palms flat against it. He couldn’t help but notice her long fingers.

When she gets to the other woman she wraps a hand behind her neck, pulling the brunette into a kiss. Even in heels, the woman was a good three inches shorter than her. The brunette breaks the kiss and leans into her, whispering into her ear. Santi sees her eyebrow go up, a half smile, and then she was looking back at their table and those beautiful legs were coming their way.

"Ben?"

"Yes Cat?" the man answers with a raised eyebrow.

"Can you vouch for your friends?"

Benny doesn’t hesitate before answering, "With my life."

"That’s good to hear," she grins. "Frankie?"

The man’s head whips around. "Yeah?"

"Would you like to come with us?"

Frankie blinks and Santi almost felt sorry for the man. Almost.

"Wha-?"

"Teresa would like for you to come along. And I’m not opposed. So…?"

Frankie’s moment of confusion passes in a heartbeat and then he is shoving his chair back and scrambling to his feet. "Fuck yes."

She laughs, leading him back to the brunette who is grinning. The brunette wraps one arm around Frankie’s waist and the other around Cat’s as they leave. The three men left at the table watch them go in varying stages of disbelief.

"Lucky son of a bitch," Will mutters and Santi can’t help but nod.

"Some thief you found us Ben," Santi says into his beer as he leans back in his chair.

"She’s the best," Ben grins back. Part2

#triple frontier #writing

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missallsundaes · 3 years

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You should show us pics of pets! Hope you find you r perfect partner you are so nice!

I will show you!!! I love showing off my babies.

Also I'm married to cyborg-franky and he is damn near every thing I look for. :))

HERE ARE BABIES

Cocoa (top), Kiwi (middle), and Mozu. Cocoa is Leo's sister and she's very shy. Kiwi used to be a grump but she's settled down a lot as she's getting older. Mozu used to be a huge troublemaker but she's better behaved now. Though mozu still loves stealing. Mozu and kiwi are Usopp and Frankys sisters.

Anubis and Osiris 💖 they are the most cuddly of our rats. They are angels and love each other and us so much. They give lots and lots of kisses.

Paprika, Cinnamon, and Peppercorn in that order. They're still very little and growing. Cinnamon likes to make lots of trouble. LOTS OF TROUBLE. Don't believe her sleepy cute little face.

This Teddy. He hates everyone and will bite them unless it's me. He's a grumpy little boy.

This is Dorry and Broggy. Dorry on the left. They are very very shy. They love dandelion and watermelon the most of any foods.

#replies #about me #rats #hamsters #guinea pigs

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daughterofpearl · 2 years

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The world loves me and everyone else. I am reading crying in h Mart finally and also listening to Michelle Zauner’s Bandcamp and in her first album release in 2013 on there she wrote a little note about writing the album with Frankie cosmos and how she was writing it when her mom was starting to get sick . Which is exactly where I’m at in the book right now. Also the album was released on my birthday. And a lot of bands she worked with, Greta too, came from the Purchase music scene which I’m in now??? Like how is everything so beautiful and perfect? Bandcamp is so cute too like it’s a diary for musicians ?? R u kidding me ? <3 I’m so full of emotions

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missallsundayyy · 3 years

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how would law celebrate robin's birthday like what would he do and what would he gift her

I HAD FUN WRITING THIS BECAUSE I ALREADY KNOW THIS MAN IS A SIMP FOR ROBIN LIKE CMON ITS ROBIN “CAPTAIN! THE SUNNY GO IS RIGHT AHEAD” Bepo exclaimed

“Quickly or we’ll miss everything men!” Law ordered

TIMESKIP

“YOSHHH!! FOOOOOD LET'S EATTTT” Luffy exclaimed but got knocked out by Nami and Sanji.

“YOU BARBARIC RUBBER! WE HAVE TO WAIT FOR LAW AND HIS CREW FIRST” Nami yelled.

It was February 6th, meaning it’s Nico Robin’s birthday and everyone was preparing a party for her. Nami had even baked Robin a cake and it was with a purple royal icing since it was her favourite colour. Everyone was very rowdy on the ship and it was nothing but an auspicious and cheerful atmosphere. Each of the strawhats had gotten Robin a gift and this touched her to the point of tears, she was surrounded with nakamas that loved her. When she was little girl and when Ohara was decimated never did she imagine that she would EVER get another birthday celebration again. Now she was surrounded with so much love, amazing food, nakamas with big hearts and also…..well the best damned lover she will ever have.

“OIIII YOU GUYS! THE HEART PIRATES ARE HERE!” Usopp yelled to the rest of the strawhats. The strawhats cheered at the arrival of their ally, they were now finally ready to give Robin all her birthday presents and Law was anxious because he was second guessing his gift whether she would love it or not.

“TRAAA-GUYYY, EVERYONE!! COME ON! IT'S TIME FOR ROBIN TO OPEN HER GIFTS AND YOU HAD BETTER PRESENTS FOR ROBIN AS WELL” Chopper ran towards the death surgeon and yelled at him cutely. “Tanuki-ya, yes I have brought Nico-ya presents.” he replied to the small doctor while walking towards his beloved historian. He missed the part where Chopper was calling him an asshole and he wasn’t a tanuki.

Law smiled seeing Robin laughing with Nami, her face beaming with happiness and she was very gleeful and she was wearing a beautiful white strapped long dress and her hair was down, she was so beautiful and what a sight. Robin turned when Nami pointed towards him and her face contorted to a wide grin “Law-kun!” she ran and threw herself onto him and her large breast hugged his entire face “Mhmm! R-robin-ya” his voice muffled by her bust size.

“Happy Birthday my love.” he wished her lovingly and kissed her lips softly.

“I’m glad you came” she said softly

“Baka...I wouldn’t miss your birthday silly.” he said tugging her waist and ushering her to where his crew had placed ALL her birthday presents. “Come, I've bought you many gifts,” he said cooly.

Her eyes went wide looking at the piles and piles of wrapped boxes in front of her, he went ALL OUT getting her gifts. You see, Law had raided many ships stealing all their treasure and went to different islands finding for any gems or gold buried. He had also stopped and docked at multiple towns to buy her the latest fashion of dresses, tops, pants, shorts and all sorts of accessories.

THIS MAN IS EXTRA AS FUCK IM TELLING YOU WHAT A SIMP.

“Ara...this is all for me..?” she whispered, head looking up from how her gifts were stacked up.

Law chuckled at her reaction, he took her hand and kissed her knuckles “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you and you do deserve all good things. Robin had tears of joy at the corner of her eyes threatening to run down and ruin her makeup. “Hey don’t cry baby, you’re supposed to be smiling” he said, caressing her cheeks and wiping a tear that had already dropped.

“But there is one more thing that i want to give you personally.” He took out a small box of jewelry cover and opened it revealing a big amethyst stone necklace with a lace of shining diamonds. I crafted this myself with the gem I foraged on an island I ventured, this stone reminds me of you because it represents serenity and wisdom with calmness also it’s your favourite colour my love”

“I--its so beautiful Law-kun….thank you so much!” she attacked him with her tight hug once again which he returned and placed a kiss on her head.

“Your most welcome”.

~BONUS~

What the strawhats had bought for Robin for her birthday…

Chopper had bought Robin a customised pen with her name for Robin to write on her research notes

Nami had bought Robin an array of luxurious sunglasses with diamond embedded in them since she favoured using it on a daily basis.

Usopp had knitted Robin a crochet sling bag for their forest adventures, it had their own jungle kit even!

Sanji had bought Robin various types of luxurious perfumes of all her favourite scent and also many many many types of lotion and skin-care products.

Franky had taken the opportunity to build Robin a new chair that….wait for it that could be anything she wanted to depending on her mood. There was a suntanning button, armchair button and even an umbrella chair option.

Zoro had cut some thugs back in the previous town and taken all their treasure which had included ruby earrings and he wrapped it up and had gifted it to Robin.

Jimbe went back all the way to fishman island to get Robin the finest crafted scarfs and traditional skirt (similar to the one she wore on the fishman arc)

Brook….are we really shocked at his gift at this point. He had bought Robin panties/lingeries and ALL sorts of designs and types as well. Of course he bought her bikini sets as well.

#one piece #lawbin #law x robin #mugiwara #strawhat pirates #trafalgar law #nico robin #trafalgar law x nico robin

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littlepadika · 3 years

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Padika darling! Congratulations on 500 followers! If anyone in this world deserves it, my darling - it is you! I am so proud of you for how far you have some, and am so excited to see you much further you go. You inspire me with your writing everyday, and give me such some frankie feels i can’t even fathom. And the fact that you called me??? your role model??? i love you princess 💜🥺😘

Since you’re adorable and ilysm; Dark!🧡🍰☔️🧚‍♀️🏰 ☁️

Ana r u ready for some praise?!?! You exemplify such classy behavior on the app and you make the fandom a fun place to be. You are so generous with reblog and comments. You send cute asks. Legendary stuff bb 💕💕💕💕 I am walking in your footsteps hermana

Also great choices (dark!pero excuse u). This one wrote itself… YOU GET A WHOLE ASS SEXY SCENE MY DEAR.

500 follower celebration

Warnings: Professor x Student, legal age gap, love potion (dub con), 18+ only, praise kink, innocence kink, deception, stalking dark!pero

Do not read if you do not like dark characters!!!

AN: Magic school kinda like hogwarts, but everyone is legal age.

Pero knew he wanted you after the first day of class. You sat in the front, raising your hand for every question, so smart, but so innocent. A goodie goodie as mean students in class would whisper behind your back. He punished them the most with bad grades.

While most students were afraid of him because he was an ex auror and was littered with scars, you were curious. You stayed behind class to asked him questions and listen to his stories. Pero had no problem giving you preferential treatment because he loved the blush it would produce. Whenever he called your name or asked you to come to the front of the class to explain, you would give him the biggest smile and he would feel his cock harden under his robes. He wanted to tell you what a good girl you were being.

You asked for extra readings to get ahead. As his lust grew he started giving you more and more perverse books to corrupt your mind. Books on dark magic, lust potions, mind control, and breeding potions. If you noticed, you didn't say a word.

He started sneaking into your dormitory to watch you sleep. He liked seeing your smooth skin in the moonlight and your curves free of the baggy school robes. He would go back to his room later and jerk himself until he came, wishing you were with him. The fact student and professor relationships were forbidden only made it more exciting. You were such a good student, he wanted to make you break a rule.

Today's lesson was on love potions. A very tricky potion to make. He usually hated this day because when students would fuck up the side effects were disastrous. The potion was supposed to induce affection but if done wrong it could result in obsession, lust, or even death. However, now that you were in the class Pero felt more excited. He had entertained the idea of slipping you a love potion on many occasions. It would be so easy because you trusted him already. He finally formed a plan to give one to you through the ruse of this assignment.

He paired students up and purposefully left you out. He didn't want to risk some other idiot student poisoning you and he certainly wouldn't sit by and watch you fawn over someone else.

"Are you okay to work alone, hermosa?" His gruff voice sent a thrill down your spine.

"I promise not to poison you, sir." You teased.

Everyone started brewing, turning the burners on and making the room heat up. Every time Pero would walk by your work station and grunt in approval you felt yourself get a little wetter. His approval and small bits of praise were everything to you.

The smell of the potion, supposed to smell like what attracted you, filled your nose. Leather. Tobacco. Brown Sugar. Professor Tovar. You inhaled the scent greedily not even realizing what you were doing. You unbuttoned your shirt a couple of buttons down, rubbing your neck sensually. You were the best student in here but you were becoming distracted by him. Without realizing it you missed a step.

"Wrong. Entirely wrong." You heard Pero scolding a pair of students whose potion made their voices switch rather than produce any affection. "Fucking idiots. Remediation is next week."

Another couple of students were making out loudly behind you. Pero pulled them apart, cursing when he saw the color of their potion.

"You stirred it too much. You made a lust potion." You looked over your shoulder to see him towering over the two students, casting a spell over the potion to trap the smell.

"Professor..." The female student tried to throw her arms around him seductively. You felt yourself glower. You didn't like that one bit. Thankfully, Pero threw her off.

"Both of you get up to the infirmary. Rollands you go with them make sure they get there. The trio stumbled out, the pair already trying to strip the robe off Rollands. Poor guy.

The room was empty now. Pero felt his heart quicken in excitement. He shut the door, turning the lock. He could smell honey suckle and vanilla; your scent.

"How are you doing over here, querida?" He asked.

"F-fine. I think I'm done, professor." You fan yourself, watching him lean over your cauldron and take a long inhale.

"Smells delicious. I'll need to taste it before I give you your grade?" He purred.

"Do you- you need my hair?" You tried to remember what the last steps were. If you were trying to give someone the potion, all you had to do what put a single strand of your hair in.

"Yes." Pero lied. He had something else in mind. He took your cauldron to his desk and with his back to you, he poured it into a glass and put his own hair in. He poured another glass of water for himself. He planned to give you the love potion while he drank water.

"Water, querida?" He turned with both glasses in his hands only to his surprise you were stripping off your shirt and bra. "What are you doing?!"

"I'm sorry. I'm so hot. Something's wrong..." You looked away in shame, tugging at your skirt now. Your perfect tits made Pero's mouth water and his cock harden.

Pero sniffed your potion again, which had turned a bright red from the clear it was previously. The smell was much stronger. The slight metallic undertone only confirmed it. You had made a lust potion. A quite potent one at that. Just smelling seemed to have affected you. And now Pero felt the effects starting to invade him as well.

"Oh querida..." Pero purred. His mouth curl into a toothy grin. Maybe a part of your mind made the mistake on purpose so he would fuck you. All those dirty books he had given you inspiring your darkest fantasies.

"What's wrong with me... I feel...oh god." You clutched your stomach bending over the desk. Your tits hung down, teasing him. Your hips rocked in the air trying to get some sort of relief. Your core was aching like you had been edging yourself for hours. Your stomach was cramping painfully. "I need to go to the infirmary."

"No querida... I'm afraid they won't be able to help you." Pero lied, liking the change in plans. "But I might."

"Please-please help me!" You begged. Looking at him you imagined sinking your nails into his broad shoulders, bouncing on his cock. God... where were these thoughts coming from.

"Come sit down." Pero faked concern as he helped you into his large arm chair. His rough touch against your arm made you moan. Pero ate up the fearful desperate look in your eye. You were so innocent and pure but your body revealed how much of a dirty girl you really were.

"Mmm...it hurts!" You turned your head into the cushion inhaling more of his scent. "Is there an-an antidote or a spell?"

"No I am afraid not." Another lie. "Let me see, querida. Where does it hurt?"

You spread your legs, pulling the hem of your skirt up to your stomach. "Here! Fuck I'm sorry professor. I'm so-please!"

"Shhh shhh. Let me." Pero ran his finger through your soaking folds, pulsing with blood.

"That-" You felt some of the ache subside, turning into pleasure at his touch. "That felt better. It's better when you touch down there."

Pero's cock twitched at your innocence. Little you didn't even know what to ask for.

"When I touch your pussy?"

You nodded, blushing and not from the potion.

"Like this." He repeated the motion with more force, sliding his finger into you pussy. It was so tight he had to pump it back and forth until you accepted it.

"Yes-oh yes..." You sighed feeling some more of the pressure subside. A new feeling taking its place. "No wait!" You grabbed his wrist when he started withdrawing.

"You want me to keep going?"

"Yes. Please... it feels good." You tried to pull his hand back to your core.

Pero growled deep from his chest, kneeling down now. He latched onto your clit making you squeal, digging your nails into the arms of the chair. He fucked your pussy with two fingers, trying to get you to open up. Your taste was sweeter than he ever imagined.

"Think, querida." He looked up, his lips wet with you. "Use that smart little brain. Where did you go wrong? What is the antidote." he quizzed you like he did in your class. You wracked your lust ridden brain trying to think of what this potion could be. What step did you miss?

"Professor!" You ground yourself against his hand, throwing your head back against the chair. "I know-I know what I did! The antidote- it's your cum. I need your cum inside of me."

"Good girl. I knew you knew the answer." He paused again, watching you squirm under the praise. "But a professor and a student... it's forbidden." Pero pretended to be conflicted even though he was more than willing to pump you full of his seed.

"But-professor Tovar I need it. Please. I won't tell anyone."

"If I fuck you..." He grabbed your face, curing his fingers inside of you. "You'll be mine forever. This will be the beginning, not the end. You understand?"

Your eyes widened at the statement. You were burning up. You needed the antidote or you would die but at what cost? His dark hungry eyes were unlike anything you had ever seen before but it stoked the arousal you felt.

"Please, professor. Please I don't care. I'll do whatever you want!" You feel tears spilling out of your eyes at the pain from the potion.

"I hoped you would say that... my innocent little girl. Well... not so innocent to be begging for my cock."

"Please!" Your voice jumped up due to the pain.

"Call me, Pero."

You breathed harshly as he stripped off his robe then his shirt and pants. He was so broad and thick. His muscles were toned, highlighting scars from battle. And his cock stood proudly between his legs, resisting gravity with its strength. You spread your legs wider in anticipation.

He kissed you then, forcing your mouth to take his tongue, previewing the way he would fuck you by harshly licking and biting your mouth. Before you could even take another breath he thrust into you without mercy. It was hardly any resistance at all. That pain in your gut subsided enough so you could think straight. What had you just agreed to? Did it matter when it felt so good? Pero was grunting above you, holding your thighs apart. You felt a small tinge of pride at the fact you made him feel good. You were always eager to please. Your skin smacked against his and your pussy squelched in a positively sinful symphony of sound. You prayed no one would hear you moaning.

"I'm-oh god-Pero!" You felt something tightening in your stomach. An orgasm? You had read about them but never experienced one. "Wait, professor, I think-" Your hand flew to Pero's hip. But he didn't stop, in fact he sped up. His cock was brushing against your cervix and soon his seed would take root there, the antidote you needed. His head was tilted back, a sick smile on his face as he took you over and over. He was your favorite teacher and now he was teaching you what pleasure was. You erupted in flames and vaguely you were aware of Pero's dark laughter as he watched you cum.

"Feel better?" He smirked down at you.

"Yes... thank you-oh shit..." You felt the harsh pain in your core come back with a vengeance. "It hurts again!" He lifted you off the chair, his cock momentarily falling out of your pussy. "Please-"

Pero lifted you and set you down on his desk, pushing your back down against the papers. He thrust back into you. You felt immediate relief, hugging him towards you with your legs. You needed his cum more than ever. Pero cursed, your walls even wetter after your orgasm. He wasn't going to last long. Not when he had been dreaming about claiming you for months.

"Mine... mine..." You realized what he was growling under his breath. "Oh querida." He grinned at you, his rhythm faltering, "I'm never going to stop fucking you. Even when you sleep- you're gonna dream of me fucking you."

"P-Pero! Oh god!" Your toes tightened. You knew it was true. The feeling of his thick cock in you would not be forgotten.

"Are you ready? Are you ready to be mine?" He leaned over you, squeezing your tits in his hand.

"Yes!" You nodded feeling the potion continuing to make your pussy ache and burn.

"Such a good little girl. All mine." He brought a hand down to your clit making you cum with him. "Mine!" He growled feeling cum shoot out of his flared head. He pulled his hips flush with you, feeling each pump cement his ownership of you. He had finally gotten everything he ever wanted. There would be no going back.

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