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into the beat of the night (ch 4) "thin flesh"

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pairing: frankie morales/enby!oc!river price (they/them) rating: 18+ (minors dni) chapter warnings: swearing, (1) instance of misgendering (not by anyone we like), unprotected p in v, cunnilingus, brief oral (m receiving), discussions of contraceptives, this shit is sappy y'all, there's a cat too word count: 5.5k dividers by @saradika-graphics beta: @scenaaario (ily adrienne ♥)

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series summary: frankie thought he had himself figured out by now. he liked both men and women, had dated both in the past. but when someone that challenges what he thinks that means comes into his life, in an unlikely place, he truly learns who he is, and more importantly, who he loves.

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River moaned, tangling their fingers into Frankie’s curls. “F-Frankie, my lunch is only thirty minutes,” they giggled, biting their lip.

“Don’t care,” Frankie grunted, digging his thumbs into their hips and continued sucking on their neck. He hummed happily, kissing up the side of their neck to nibble on their jaw playfully.

Frankie had stopped by the building where River worked with lunch. It was now getting cold.

River had to push Frankie away, a slightly dazed look on their face. They smiled up at him and poked his cheek. “And you call me the menace. I touch your dick one time and you become insatiable.”

Frankie laughed, his shoulders shaking. He leaned over and kissed their cheek before relaxing back in his seat. “Sorry, your food is probably cold now,” he mumbled, handing the takeout bag to them.

River shrugged and began eating. “So, we’re meeting up with Will, Benny, and…”

“Santiago.”

“Santiago. Tonight, right?”

“Yeah, if you still want to,” Frankie nodded jerkily. This was the first time he was introducing River to the guys. He was mostly nervous about Benny opening his big, golden retriever mouth and asking dumb questions. He knew at least Will and Santi would be normal, if a bit protective.

“Of course I still want to,” River said, swallowing a bite of food. “They’re like brothers to you. I can only imagine the shit you guys have seen together,” they muttered sympathetically.

A far-away look crossed Frankie’s features and he swallowed around a small lump in his throat. River reached over and held Frankie’s hand, rubbing their thumb over his knuckles.

“Sorry, we can talk about something else,” they said softly.

Frankie smiled weakly and shook his head. “It’s okay,” he looked up into their eyes. They reminded him of leaves in a summer downpour. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” River had to go, finishing up the food Frankie brought for them. “I’ll text you when I get off work, okay?”

Frankie nodded and leaned over to kiss their cheek. He kissed their lips once, then again. “I’ll pick you up at eight.” River winked, climbing out of Frankie’s truck and making their way back into the tall building.

Frankie exhaled loudly and started the truck. The prospect of telling River about his past, about his addiction, made him incredibly nervous. He had been clean for a long time now, but it didn’t make the conversation less daunting. River hadn’t turned him away yet, but he also didn't know their hard limits. Despite feeling more comfortable with River than he had with anyone in a long time, it was still so new.

He pulled into the parking lot of Marisol’s daycare and sat idling, waiting to go inside and pick her up. He looked down at his phone and smiled at his lockscreen; it was a photo of River with their tongue sticking out, piercing on full display, and flipping the bird. He took another deep breath and rolled down the window for some fresh air. It would be okay.

It would.

“It’s a music based subculture, Benny. The fashion came later.”

Benny shook his head as he swallowed his beer. “Then why have I never heard of a ‘goth band’ then?”

“Because you probably listen to butt rock.”

Benny spluttered, offended, but laughed. “What is that?”

Frankie, River, and Santi laughed as Will rubbed Benny’s shoulders sympathetically. Things were going really well. Better than Frankie expected them to go, if he were being honest. It felt like River had always been a part of the group.

“I haven’t heard a denial yet,” River teased in a sing-song tone, a twinkle in their eye. Everyone laughed harder as Benny raised his arms in defeat. “Speaking of, did Frankie tell you guys what he wore when we went back to The Night Owl?”

“Oh, god, here we go,” Frankie groaned, hiding his face in his hands.

“An Iron Maiden t-shirt, which was already funny on its own. But he also wore these blue and yellow New Balances and I won’t lie, I almost ghosted him for it.” River winked at him as they squeezed his thigh under the table.

Benny was laughing so hard his face went red and Will shook his head in disappointment. Santiago sighed and put his hand on Frankie’s shoulder. “You wore your New Balances to a goth club? Hermano…”

“I don’t have any clothes that would fit there, okay?” Frankie explained, exasperated. He turned to River and gave them his best pout and puppy dog eyes, whispering, “Besides, I thought you liked my ‘lumberjack, fisherman chic’?”

River looked to Frankie’s lips briefly and licked their own before looking back up into his eyes. “True, I do. Wouldn’t change it for the world. But,” they grinned. “I would love to see you all ‘done up’ one of these days. Just for fun.”

Benny was nearly having a stroke at this point. “Oh, my god. I’m trying to imagine Fish with eyeliner and it’s killing me,” he wheezed.

Frankie laughed and shrugged, putting an arm around River’s shoulders. “We’ll see,” he hummed, leaning over to kiss River’s cheek.

Will chuckled and rolled his eyes before standing. “Another round? On me, this time.”

Everyone nodded their thanks, and fell back into easy conversation. Out of the corner of River’s eye, they saw someone nearby that could be a problem. The man had been staring at River all night, and not in a way they could ignore. River sighed quietly and prepared themselves as the man stood and tried to “subtly'' make his way over to the table.

“Damn, when’s the funeral?” The drunken asshole smirked, looking right at River. He sneered at them and waited for River to react.

“Hey, fuck off, asshole—“

“Benny, don’t,” River muttered, giving him a look that said more than their words ever would. Benny went quiet but looked at the guy with daggers for eyes. Santiago crossed his arms over his chest and watched for River’s signal.

“Haven’t decided yet,” they exhaled angrily toward the drunk.

“Listen, lady, I was just—“ River rolled their eyes and stared at the man. Frankie’s eyes went wide and he saw red. River quickly grabbed Frankie’s thigh again and squeezed, stopping him. Their expression changed from neutral to manic, an unsettling smile spreading across their face. They tilted their head to the side and stared, unblinking. The man shuffled uneasily on his feet and scoffed. “Whatever, fuckin’ freak.”

The man stumbled away just as Will returned with all their drinks. He looked at the group of grumpy faces and the guy walking away. “What happened?”

Benny’s face broke into a wide grin and he started snapping his fingers. “River just scared a dude,” he laughed.

River rolled their eyes, but smiled this time. “No, the guy came over and tried to be clever and I shut it down,” they shrugged. “I’ve had a lot of practice.” They gestured to their wardrobe by way of explanation.

Frankie went quiet and had a pensive look on his face, rubbing River’s lower back. He knew River picked up on the drunk calling them “lady”, because he knows he heard it. Will had given River a fist bump and everything went back to normal. He’ll bring it up later.

“Okay, so I know Fish went and it was an accident, but like, do you think I could go to The Night Owl?” Benny smiled wide, that golden retriever energy back in droves. “I’ve never been to a goth club and it sounds fun.”

River gave Benny a long look, thinking about it. “I don’t see why not,” they hummed thoughtfully. “I just have one question for you.”

Benny blinked and nodded, letting River continue.

“Are you sure you’re a hundred percent straight? Because you would be a hit there, and not just with the ladies.”

Everyone went quiet for a second before bursting into laughter. Frankie laughed quieter than the others and shook his head. He looked at River lovingly, taking in the features of their side profile and lips.

“Is this why you asked if I listened to butt rock?” Benny asked, incredulous. “I still don’t know what that means!!”

They were quiet on the drive to River’s apartment. River looked over at Frankie, worry etched onto their features. “Are you okay? You’ve been quiet.”

Frankie glanced at River before looking back at the road. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he said softly. “I’m honestly more worried about you.”

River blinked. “How come? I’m fine. I had a really good time.”

“The guy?” Frankie asked, not wanting them to bury what happened. “He called you–”

“I know what he called me, Frankie.”

Frankie frowned and bit his lip. He didn’t want to step on River’s toes with this, but he was so ready to beat the shit out of the guy back there before they stopped him. “I’m sorry, I just… I know you can handle yourself, but,” he floundered for the right words, sighing in frustration when he couldn’t find them. “I just… I’m here, okay? You don’t have to like, deal with disrespect like that while I’m with you. Especially if it’s to like, impress my friends or something.”

River went quiet and smiled sadly, looking down at their painted nails. “I know,” they hummed softly. “Thank you. Same goes for you. I may not know all the details right now, and I know you’ll tell me when you’re ready, but I’m not blind, babe. I know you’ve got demons, too.”

Frankie reached for River’s hand and laced their fingers together as he pulled up to their apartment complex. He lifted their hand to his mouth and kissed their knuckles reverently.

“Go ahead and park.”

He raised a brow and did as he was told, turning his truck off. He looked across the darkened cab at River, a curtain of hair obscuring their features before they turned their head. “What’s up?” he asked softly.

“You wanna come up?” They gestured towards their apartment with their thumb, a shy smile on their face.

Frankie’s heart skipped a beat and he nodded, undoing his seatbelt. He followed them up the steps and waited patiently while River unlocked the door. “It’s not much, but it’s home,” they sighed. River’s voice was immediately followed by a loud scratchy meow. “Aww, hi, baby,” they grinned, crouching down to pick up what was probably the fluffiest gray cat Frankie had ever seen. “You’re not allergic are you?” They asked, a look of worry crossing their features, realizing they forgot to mention that they had a cat.

Frankie snorted and shook his head, holding his finger out for the cat to assess him.

River sighed in relief and kicked the door shut behind him. “Good,” they smiled. “This is Jonsey.”

“Alien?” Frankie grinned.

“Yes! Ugh, thank you!”

He laughed as Jonsey leapt out of River’s arms and went, presumably, towards his food. “How come you always look so spotless? Doesn’t he shed a lot?”

“Ohhh yeah,” River laughed. “I have travel-size lint rollers on me at all times.”

They both laughed before they got quiet, taking each other in. Frankie shoved his hands in his pockets and decided to look around.

“Wine?” River asked, walking toward the kitchen.

“Sure. Thank you.”

He really wasn’t sure what he expected River’s apartment to look like, but if he had to guess, he thinks it’d look exactly like this. Dark wood furniture with gray accents. There were plants everywhere; spilling over window sills and winding up bookshelves, lush and full of life.

“You can have a seat, y’know,” River chuckled, handing him a wine glass. They started walking around the living room and lighting a couple candles to further warm up the place.

Frankie obliged and had a seat on River’s couch, getting comfy. He left his arms open and River immediately took the invitation, cuddling close. They drank their wine in silence for a few minutes before Frankie spoke.

“I meant what I said, by the way,” he started, rubbing the thumb from his free hand against their arm. “I may not understand all the nuances of your gender and what comes with it, but I want to. I really like you, River, and… I wanna be there for you.”

Turning slightly, River made eye contact before setting their wine glass on the coffee table. Frankie did the same with his own. “I’m not sure what I did to deserve you coming into my life like this, but I really appreciate it,” they grinned. Their lips pressed against his tenderly. “You’re taking all of this incredibly well. Most cis guys get so threatened by… this,” they gestured to their body. “Usually why I date women,” they chuckled.

Frankie smiled, heart fluttering. “I’m not sure what it is either. I just felt a pull,” he shrugged. “And you’re right. I haven’t been totally honest about my past yet, but… I will. I promise. You deserve to know.”

Climbing into Frankie’s lap, River held his face to kiss him with more purpose. He melted into it, keeping his hands on their sides. Frankie closed his eyes,the scent of River’s cologne washing over him. Color bloomed across his eyelids, the earthy tones of sandalwood and the deep red of the wine on their lips.

Coming up for air, River breathed against his lips, “You don’t have Marisol this week do you? You don’t need to be home?”

“No, I dropped her off at her mom’s earlier,” Frankie sighed, scratching lightly at River’s lower back, making them shiver.

“Do you want to take me to bed, Francisco?”

Frankie’s whole body shuddered and he felt time stop. Pools of green looked over his features like he’d hung the moon as River waited for his answer. Swallowing his nerves, a soft smile graced Frankie’s features. “Of course,” he whispered gently, because if he spoke any louder, he was sure the spell would be broken.

River’s face lit up, pink warming their cheeks. They leaned forward and attached their lips to his neck, nipping and sucking softly at the thick muscles there. “Bedroom is down the hall on the right,” they mumbled.

Frankie didn’t need to hear anything else as he stood. He held River by the ass as they laced their legs around his waist. He felt like he was in a trance as he made his way down the hall. He had convinced himself that he wouldn’t make it this far with them. Feeling around for the light switch in the dark, Frankie exhaled shakily as River sucked a mark into his shoulder. He gave up and walked slowly to their bed and set them down.

River leaned over and turned on the lamp next to the bed. A soft warm glow lit the room, illuminating each other well enough to continue. Frankie shuffled on his feet for a second, nerves suddenly hitting him.

“What’s wrong?” River asked softly, scooting toward the edge of the bed, and resting their hands on Frankie’s belt.

Frankie thought about it for a minute, biting his lip. “Is there anything I should know? Like,” he floundered for a second. “I don’t want to touch you in the wrong way or say the wrong thing.”

River swooned, and smiled up at him. “God, I know it’s the bare minimum but your concern and respect is so fucking hot,” they groaned, hiding their burning cheeks in his soft tummy.

Frankie’s chest puffed up a bit and he grinned down at them, running his fingers through their long hair. He moved it away from their face and cupped their cheek, rubbing his thumb along the bone there.

River pulled themselves together for a second to speak and cleared their throat. “I’m very cool with you touching me anywhere. I would very much like you inside me,” they smirked. Frankie choked on his own spit, cock twitching in his jeans. They slowly unbuckled Frankie’s jeans and looked at the throbbing, red, and leaking tip of Frankie’s cock. “No underwear, huh?” They hummed, delighted at the sight, and started pumping it slowly, giving the head little kitten licks.

“F-Fuck,” Frankie moaned shakily, tipping his head back. He felt his entire body shiver as their tongue piercing dragged over the tip, the colors behind his eyelids returning. He tightened the fist in River’s hair and tugged slightly, making them moan around his cock. They started bobbing their head slowly, looking up at him. Frankie couldn’t look away from the mouth around him and he groaned, his cock twitching inside their mouth.

He pulled them off, a trail of saliva connecting River’s bottom lip to the head of his cock. “Babe, stop,” he chuckled breathily. “This is going to be done so fast if you keep that up.”

River’s eyes twinkled. “‘Babe’, huh?” They teased, tugging his pants down so he could step out of them. “And what, can’t last longer than five minutes?”

Growling, Frankie pushed them down onto their back on the bed. He hovered over them, one knee on the bed next to them. “Not around you,” he smirked, thick fingers methodically unbuttoning River’s shirt and yanking it off their shoulders.

His breath caught at the sight of their tattoos, but he slowed down when their top surgery scars came into view. He tentatively ran his fingertips along the scars, everything really hitting him all at once.

River watched his face, their stomach fluttering with nerves, but also excitement. They’d gotten to this point with others before and it was enough to turn people away. They didn’t think that would happen with Frankie, but they could never be too sure. Their cheeks warmed the longer he looked at them.

“Please say something,” River whispered anxiously.

“Where do I start?” Frankie breathed, smiling softly. “This looks like it really hurt,” he hummed sadly. “But it’s so beautiful.” His voice shook with reverence. He looked up at them, face full of emotion. “Lie back for me?”

River’s entire body was buzzing as they put a pillow underneath their head to look down at him. The fabric of their dress pants glided across their skin as Frankie removed the rest of their clothes. He hummed happily at the damp spot on the front of their underwear, kissing from one knee to the top of their thigh. River exhaled shakily, and bit their lip, taking in the sight of the mass of curls between their legs. Unable to resist, they reached forward and carded their fingers through his hair.

Frankie looked up at them, his big brown eyes shining as he kissed their clit through the fabric. River’s breath hitched and they giggled softly, lifting one leg to poke his shoulder with their toes. He winked and moved the last piece of clothing down their legs. He didn’t waste any time and latched his mouth onto their clit and sucked hard.

River moaned out loud, their back arching off the bed. “F-Frankie,” they whined, tugging on his curls.

Frankie was in his own world, creating a rhythm with his tongue, and the sounds coming from River’s mouth clogging his senses. He felt drunk, prodding two fingers at their entrance.

“Y-yes, please,” they breathed weakly, giving him permission.

Frankie ached to bring them pleasure as his fingers sunk in, quickly finding a pace to pump inside. He found a rhythm between his tongue and his fingers, and apparently it was doing something, if the sounds River was making were anything to go by.

River’s thighs trembled around his head, their entire body covered in goosebumps. Frankie looked up at them and lifted his mouth off of their clit, but his fingers never let up. River groaned out an exhale as they made eye contact and bit their lip. Something passed between them without words because when Frankie’s thumb touched their clit at the right pressure and rhythm, River’s eyes rolled back. They let out a loud moan into the room as they stilled, coming hard and wet around Frankie’s fingers.

Frankie grinned, watching River writhe around on the bed for a moment before coming down. “Very good,” he hummed, removing his fingers slowly and wrapping his lips around them. He groaned at the taste of them. He held onto their thighs before burying his tongue inside them once again. His aquiline nose rubbed perfectly against their clit while he lapped up more of them, hardly giving them a moment to breathe.

“Frankie, f-fuck, wait,” River gasped, their head spinning with want. Their clit throbbed in overstimulation, still so sensitive from their high.

Frankie grunted into their pussy and looked up at them like they’d just interrupted his favorite meal. And, really, they had. River’s breath hitched at the look in Frankie’s eyes. His normally soft eyes had turned hard, feral, and they dripped at how turned on it made them. He shook his head against them, moving from side to side, his curls bouncing at the movement.

“God, fuck,” River moaned pathetically, their heart rate going at a pace they hadn’t felt before.

“Gimme one more, baby,” Frankie mumbled against them. “Just one more, sweet thing. Gotta taste it this time.”

River’s eyes rolled back and they whined, nearly yanking on Frankie’s hair. His voice sounded as wrecked as they felt, all throaty and deep. Their walls clenched tightly around his tongue in little pulses the closer they got to their release. Frankie watched closely, his vision blurring slightly at the edges with the amount of focus he had on River’s form. He paid rapt attention to which movements of his tongue made them squirm. Their chest stuttered with every breath they took, the muscles and tendons in their neck moving underneath the skin tightly.

When River came, it was more intense than the first time and came in waves, making them nearly shout in pleasure. Frankie tried holding their hips down with those big hands of his but ended up following their movements so as not to miss a single drop. His eyes were on them the whole time, taking in the sight of them at their highest peak.

River trembled in the aftershocks as Frankie’s mouth finally let go. He kissed along the bottom of their tummy and left little nips and marks, sucking and staking his claim over them. River grinned lazily at the sight, their heart soaring. “Mmm, you’re good at that,” River chuckled, feeling all warm and satisfied.

Frankie grinned as he crawled onto the bed to hover over them. “Thank you,” he smirked, a smidge of arrogance coloring his features.

River laughed softly and rolled their eyes. They gripped the bottom of his t-shirt and lifted it over his head. “How are you still wearing your shirt, but no pants or underwear?” They snorted.

Frankie’s eyes darkened as he took in their flushed cheeks and moved their long hair behind their ears. “I was a little distracted,” he whispered, kissing them sensually.

River sighed happily, getting lost in the taste of themselves on his tongue. They ran their hands down his torso to grip onto Frankie’s ass and squeezed. They wrapped their legs around his waist and quickly flipped them over before Frankie had time to react. Now straddling him, they ground their hips against Frankie’s cock situated perfectly between their lips. “My turn,” River hummed, latching onto Frankie’s nipple.

Frankie gasped at all the sensations as his hips bucked up against them. “W-wait, do you have a condom? I’m clean, I just wanna make sure,” he smiled, rubbing their arms protectively.

“I do,” they nodded, nipping around the other nipple as they looked up at him. “We can use one if you want, but I am on PrEP, too. Also, uh,” they lifted their mouth off of him, sitting comfortably. “I can’t get pregnant. That’s the other major surgery I had.”

“Oh.”

They got quiet as they watched each other breathe heavily for a bit. “Is… Is that okay?” River asked hesitantly.

Frankie’s face went through every emotion imaginable within seconds before landing on nearly feral. “You… really shouldn’t have told me that,” he grinned wickedly, grabbing onto their hips and digging his fingernails in hard. River stopped him before he could turn them over and started grinding against the underside of his cock again, getting it impossibly wet.

“Oh, nu-uh,” River smirked. “You’re not in charge right now.”

Frankie’s cock twitched at the authority in their voice and he nodded obediently.

“Good boy,” they hummed, their fingers curling around his shaft before slowly sinking down on him. River whimpered slightly at the stretch and swirled their hips in little circles on the way down before they were sat on his lap comfortably. They groaned in satisfaction, slowly getting used to his girth and the weight of him.

Breathing heavily, Frankie shut his eyes and dug his head into the pillow underneath him. He focused on the sounds around him so he wouldn’t come right away; the slightly opened window brought in a nice breeze that cooled his flushed skin. River was breathing heavily, but quietly, watching patiently as he evened out his breathing. Blunt nails scratched lightly at Frankie’s torso, goosebumps following in their wake.

It had been a while since he’d been inside someone and it’s clear that it’s been a while for River as well considering just how god damn tight the fit was.

“You okay?” River grinned, rolling their hips slightly, already used to the feeling. They clenched around him teasingly in little pulses.

Frankie’s breath hitched and he groaned, desperately gripping their hips. He was certain there would be marks leftover tomorrow. “Fuck, gimme a second,” he panted, eyes squeezed shut. River watched his Adam’s Apple bob a few times as he got his breathing back to normal, their heart pounding in their chest.

When Frankie raised his head again to look down at where the two of them met, he exhaled shakily. “Jesus,” he moaned, his eyes traveling up their torso until he landed on their face. His heart skipped a beat seeing the look on their face.

He hadn’t seen River so… vulnerable before. They always looked put together, not a hair out of place or any bit of makeup smeared. They looked beautiful; their hair a mess, and their makeup smudged. They looked calm, at peace. Satisfied. His hands slowly traveled up their side before his thumbs rubbed at the edges of their surgery scars.

“Ready?” River smiled softly, cupping his face with one hand and bracing themself on his chest with the other.

Frankie nodded and lifted his hips slightly, his words spoken without a sound; fuck me.

And they did.

Bouncing on him at a leisurely pace to start, River watched Frankie’s eyes glaze over with the pleasure he was feeling, his face slack and his swollen lips parted. Before either of them knew it, they were rocking together at a steady pace, their collective moans and groans and sighs of pleasure filling the room.

They were completely lost in one another, River’s head thrown back to expose their throat as they moaned loudly. Their brows dipped down in pleasure as they bit their lip. “God, you feel so fucking good,” they whined, slowly starting to lose their rhythm as they got closer to their peak.

Frankie moaned and sat up, latching his mouth onto their neck, hugging them close to his chest. He dug his feet into the mattress and started fucking up into them. River groaned, hiding their face in his neck. They whined and whimpered against his damp skin, trembling on top of him.

The light slap, slap, slap of their skin against each other was the only sound in the room for a moment before Frankie panted against their forehead, kissing there softly. “More?” he smiled, eyes shut in bliss.

River nodded and whined weakly. “S-so fucking close.”

Frankie grunted as he flipped them over, well and truly fucking into them now. He didn’t let up, moaning when River’s nails clawed into Frankie’s back. He hissed at the sting and shivered all over, his hips slowly losing their rhythm. “Touch yourself, sweet thing,” Frankie breathed, watching their blissed out expression change to a look of focus. River reached between them and started rubbing at their clit at the same pace as Frankie’s hips.

River whined weakly, half-lidded and glossy eyes looking up at him. They were unable to form the words themself, their chest stuttering and breath hitching with every one of his thrusts.

“Yeah?” he breathed happily.

“Yeah.”

Frankie crashed their lips together as River moaned, his hips keeping the pace he knew they needed. River’s whole body stilled for a second before bucking into a slight staccato as their release wracked through them. They whispered into his mouth, their walls clenching around his cock tightly, trying to provoke his own release as well.

“C’mon,” they panted against his lips encouragingly. It didn’t take much after that, Frankie’s hips slamming into River’s as his cock twitched inside them violently, thick spurts and ropes coating their walls. His hips rolled in slow waves until the last drop left his cock. A low grunt left his lips as he looked down at their combined releases coating his shaft. River moved their hips back a little, more of it dripping out in the process. It made Frankie shiver all over, a wicked little grin on his face.

Quiet settled over the two of them as they caught their breath. River watched Frankie’s face go from tense to the most relaxed they’d ever seen him. They smiled up at him and cupped his face, kissing his nose sweetly. He opened his eyes at that, looking into their eyes and his cheeks warmed at the attention.

“Hey,” he smiled, voice rough.

“Hey, yourself.”

Frankie snorted and leaned down to kiss them deeply. He slowly parted their legs, moving out from between them carefully. River sighed into his mouth at the loss, the cum trickling out as his cock dragged against them. They felt empty, clenching around nothing, but reveling in the filthy feeling they had.

When they came up for air, River played with Frankie’s curls, all of them sticking up in every direction. They grinned and tapped him on the shoulder. “Be right back,” they hummed, crawling out from under him to go into their bathroom down the hall. Frankie watched their ass as they left and plopped down onto his back, one arm resting on his forehead. He shut his eyes and just focused on his breathing for a moment before he heard the toilet flush and the sounds of bare feet coming back into the bedroom.

He looked up and saw River crawling back onto the bed with a warm washcloth. They slowly started cleaning Frankie up, almost reverently. Frankie watched them quietly, his heart skipping a beat. He usually did this part, but was more than happy to be on the receiving end of it. As River finished, they tossed the washcloth into the hamper in their closet.

“You need anything? Water?” River smiled down at him. Frankie nodded and pulled them down for a quick kiss.

“Yeah. Thank you.”

River jumped out of the bed and made their way into the kitchen. Frankie got comfortable as he listened to them move around in there. He heard a small chirp at the door and a fluffy gray tail came in through the doorway. He smirked as Jonsey jumped up onto the end of the bed and got comfortable. Jonsey sniffed at Frankie’s toes before rubbing his head against them and curled up into a ball. He fell asleep pretty soon after that.

“Sorry, had to clean a glass,” River chuckled softly as they walked back into the bedroom, still blessedly naked. Frankie appreciated the view, and happily took the glass of water. He took a couple of big gulps and set it on the nightstand next to him.

River dug around in the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a hair tie. Frankie watched silently as they slowly pulled their long hair into loose braid. Their tattooed skin was slightly shiny from the perspiration of their coupling, making his stomach flutter. He smiled at their flushed cheeks as they tossed the long braid over their shoulder when they finished.

River crawled into the bed carefully, making sure not to wake up Jonsey. “Least he was polite enough to wait until we were done,” Frankie snorted, pulling River into his side. River giggled and kissed Frankie’s chest softly.

“True,” they said around a yawn. “I’m exhausted. You wore me out, old man.”

Frankie sighed in exasperation and laughed softly, kissing River’s hairline. “All that and you still call me old,” he grumbled.

“It’s an affectionate term.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he smirked. “Get some sleep.”

River nodded and got into the covers. They lightly pulled on his arm, kissing his shoulder. “You too, mister.”

Frankie obliged, pulling River close to his chest. Thick fingers passed lightly over River’s skin as their breathing evened out. Frankie stayed up for a bit and just let the moment settle into his heart. He looked down at the top of their head and placed a soft kiss to the crown before shutting his eyes himself.

The last thing he heard that night was the sound of River’s soft snoring. Frankie exhaled, heart feeling at peace for the first time in a long time.

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rainontherooftops · 1 year

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Loving Francisco Morales

Summary: You have been in a relationship with Frankie for six months, but you have still not shared a bed. As it turns out, the reasons for that are far more traumatic than you could have imagined.

Fandom: Triple Frontier - Pedro Pascal as Francisco "Catfish" Morales Genre: Angst, Trigger-Stories, Drama Pairing: Frankie x f! Reader Triggers : Angst like whoa, Mentions of anxiety and mental health problems, violence, body dismorphia, panic attacks, PTSC, knifes, injuries and blood, mentions of sex Rating : Explicit!

Loving Francisco Morales was easy.

Not that you had a lot of men to compare him to. After seven years of living a life as a single woman – and not minding it one bit – Francisco had been a surprise for you, but a welcome one.

While your girlfriends had been hit on in bars, at events or just constantly on a daily basis, you weren’t as “out there”.

Francisco had not chosen you – you had chosen him.

He had been sitting at a booth at the Irish Pub, absentmindedly playing with his bottle of beer. It was still early evening in summer, and the sun shone through the thick glass window, bathing this handsome man in a perfect light that you just had to capture.

“I’ll be right back,” you had said in your daze to your girlfriends, fumbled in your backpack for your camera and made your way over to his table, where three other men were having a blast. You just had to take this man’s picture.

Not once did you take your eyes off him as you maneuvered your body past the other patrons, until you stood at the men’s table, shyly clearing your throat.

“Uhm, excuse me?”

Three heads were turning to you – but the one you wanted to turn was lost in thought.

“What can we help you with, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart was not a word you liked in particular, but somehow coming from the man – who later introduced himself as Santiago – it didn’t sound condescending, just friendly, endearing even.

Somehow realizing that his friends were no longer talking amongst themselves, the man with the cap looked up – and it was as if Armor had shot an arrow straight through your heart.

“You are beautiful!” you babbled, putting a hand to your mouth in shock.

The handsome man looked puzzled, pointed a finger to himself as if to ask: Me?, while his buddies burst out laughing.

You introduced yourself, telling them you were a professional photographer.

“I… I’m sorry, I’m not normally this confrontational. But you looked so …. Would you be okay with me taking a photo of you? I just know if I hadn’t asked you, I would have regretted it forever.”

He seemed uncomfortable at first and sadly you were losing the light quickly. But his friends were very persuasive. He reluctantly agreed after you promised him that you would not publish this photo anywhere without his consent – and once you had his permission, you went to town.

You gently positioned him just as you had seen him from across the bar, then kneeled on the ground – yourknee landing in a wet spot you hoped was beer – and took a few shots, your heart pounding.

It was a professional hazard. Every time you stumbled upon a perfect shot, you just had to take it.

And this man, in this moment, in this angle, was perfection.

When you'd finished shooting, you sat down beside him to show him the pictures – and you hadn’t left his side for the rest of the evening. After a while your girlfriends came looking or you, bringing your bag to you. Introductions were made, but somehow you and Frankie came to a silent understanding that you liked each other.

He had been fascinated by the photograph, denying to the last possible minute that it was a photo of him. A week later, when you texted him that you had printed a complimentary set of photographs for him, he asked you out for coffee.

That first date had been six months ago.

Six months in which you had gotten to know his beautiful little girl, Marisol. Six months in which you had been hiking together, taking beautiful photos. Six months of cuddling on the couch, kissing and snuggling.

And six months without sex.

You had both decided early on that you wanted to take things slow. Not just for Marisol’s sake, but also because it was his first relationship since his divorce – and your first relationship in seven years.

But there was slow – there was snail pace – and there was the option of a total fuck-up, which was happening right now.

“Come on Will. Pick up, pick up!” you cursed, trying to ignore the sobbing and painful noises coming from the bathroom.

Marisol was at Frankie’s parents’ house for the weekend. You had decided that you might be ready to take the next step, with plenty of time to spend together. But once you had approached the subject and touched his thigh, Frankie had shot up in panic, looking at you like you were a monster.

He had fled to the bathroom, locked the door and he had not reacted to your pleadings to open the door.

Was this a PTSD flashback? Did this have something to do with his history with drugs? You didn’t know, but you were at your wits end. You needed the cavalry.

“Hello- “

You didn’t even let Will finish his greetings.

“Will, Frankie is having some kind of meltdown. He locked himself in his bathroom, he won’t stop crying and I’m afraid he might hurt himself.”

You didn’t recognize your own voice. It was full of fear. It was hoarse and only now did you realize that you were crying as well.

“We’re on our way, sweetheart.”

You heard something shatter – the mirror maybe? – and a cry of pain.

“Please hurry,” you begged and put the phone away.

You had no idea if the guys had been fast or slow. You spent the time until they came begging Frankie to let you in, but he didn’t seem to hear you. He was just sobbing, muttering incoherent words.

Will, Benny and Santi came barreling through the door and – to your shock – Santi even had his gun drawn, which almost gave you a heart attack. As soon as he saw you however, he put it away.

“We’re kicking the door down, sweetheart. Come here.”

They could all hear Frankie’s distress – there was no time for chit-chat or to mind the furniture. You stepped aside, letting Benny curl his arm around you, while Will took a stance and barreled his foot against the door near the handle.

The wood splintered after the first kick and Will and Santi were in the bathroom in a flash. All you could see from this angle was that the mirror was smashed – had Frankie punched it? – and that Francisco Morales was lying on the ground, curled up in a ball, sobbing and shivering.

You registered with a shock that Santi was checking Frankie for any marks of drug use. They had to be sure. But he was clean, as far as they could tell.

Will came out to switch with his brother, who apparently had some medical training. You didn’t want to leave Frankie alone in there, even with his best friends. But seeing as you had probably been the catalyst of what you realized was a severe psychological meltdown, you let yourself be dragged toward the kitchen, clutching onto Wills bicep like it was a lifeline.

A squeeze to your shoulder and the pressing of a glass of water into your hand brought you out from your daze. Will was looking at you with concern, searching your eyes for any injury.

“He only cut his hands a bit when he punched the mirror, sweetheart. He’ll be fine.”

You took a deep breath and a large gulp of water that you desperately needed. Your face felt puffy, and you had probably dehydrated yourself with your own crying. Will did not let go of your shoulder.

“Are you hurt? Did he do something to you?”

Shaking your head vehemently, you said: “He’d never!”

Will sighed. “I know, I know… But when PTSD is triggered, anyone can be considered an enemy.”

You thought it over. Frankie had run from you in a panic. Had he been afraid? Or had he tried to save you from becoming the target of his psychotic episode?

“He didn’t hurt me,” you answered more calmly. “But I think I might have triggered this.”

“How so?” Will asked, finally sitting down next to you on one of the chairs in the kitchen.

You were all grown adults, so talking about sex was not supposed to be embarrassing. But it was nobodies’ business what your sexlife was like. But in this moment, you didn’t care. The more information his friends had, the better they could help him.

“I… uhm… We haven’t had sex yet. Not once since we started going out.”

Will didn’t interrupt, but his brows were furrowing.

“I… I somehow tried to initiate it earlier on. Marisol is away and we planed that I would stay for the weekend, so I thought…. But when I touched his thigh, he…”

Suddenly you had the feeling that a vital part of information was kept from you. You were certain that Will knew exactly why this had happened. He ran his hand trough his short-cut hair and sighed.

“I told him to talk to you. I knew something like this would happen.”

You watched Will stand up, your ears still picking up voices from the bathroom. You could clearly hear Benny taking care of Frankie’s wounds and Santi speaking to his best friend in a calming voice. The friend in charge of you meanwhile opened the liquor cabinet, took out a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses and sat back down.

“Trust me, you’re going to need this. I’m going to need this.”

You liked where this story was going less and less. But by now you trusted these men with your life. So when Will poured the first two shots, you grabbed the glass, ready to down it.

“Normally I would never ever tell you this. Your sex life is yours and Frankie’s and none of us have the right to butt in – but these are special circumstances.”

Will looked shocked, uncomfortable, and concerned at the same time. You were not used to the older Miller brother to express so many emotions at once. He gulped down his shot.

“I’m only telling you this, because two months ago Frankie talked to me – to us – about his concerns and gave us permission to tell you his story, in case something might happen before he had the courage to talk to you.”

You knocked back your own shot glass and set it back down, feeling the liquor burning down your throat. Apparently, this was a crisis much larger than anticipated.

Will poured two more glasses before he asked: “Do you know why Frankie has full custody of Marisol despite his history with drugs?”

You shook your head. Knowing that he had been clean for almost two years now and that he had the full support of his lovely parents might have helped – but every time Marisol’s mother came up in conversation, the topic had been changed. Nobody dared talk about her.

“When we came back from our mission,” Will began, “we were broken. We had just lost Tom and Frankie came home to his wife and newborn child with new scars on his soul, just like all of us. But his wife had had problems of her own long before we went on that mission.”

You listened carefully; your heart pumping hot led through your veins instead of blood.

“We… we didn’t know at the time that he had left Marisol with his parents because he was afraid that her mother was unstable. Frankie managed to get clean early on – but we only found out pretty late that after giving birth, his wife who had been using with him, had relapsed while he was away. Some sort of post-partum… oh I don’t know what it’s called, but she tried to self-medicate and fell back into old habits.”

You realized that you had no idea if Frankie’s ex-wife was alive, dead, or living far away. She was ‘not in the picture anymore,’ was all you knew. And Frankie had asked you very early on not to ask, for his and Marisol’s sake, until he was ready to tell you.

“Frankie tried to deal with it himself. He didn’t want to lean on us, so soon after losing Tom. Long story short, he tried but failed. And one night, she apparently had been using a pretty bad batch of whatever she was taking – because in the middle of the night, she had a total meltdown and took a … she took a knife and tried to cut off his….”

Will made a cutting motion around his groin area and you gasped. You didn’t blame him for not speaking the words. You understood anyway.

“He was really really lucky,” he continued. “The emergency surgery went really well, and all of his bodily functions are working just fine. He has no problems with urinating and apparently there’s no problem with erections or ejaculations. But…well I haven’t seen it, but there’s a lot of scaring and they had to do a lot of cosmetic surgery.”

It was then that the both of you knocked down your second shots.

You had imagined a lot - but not this. No wonder Frankie had never initiated sex. No wonder he wanted to go slow and never even went further than kissing.

“What happened to his ex?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“After rehab she was sent to a psychiatric facility. She was charged with a number of things and will spend the next fifteen years or so on the other side of the country under care and supervision. It was only because of Frankie that she hasn’t been charged with attempted murder.”

You thought of poor Marisol, who one day would probably have lots and lots of questions about her mother.

Before you could say anything else, Benny poked his head into the kitchen.

“We have to take him to the hospital. We can’t calm him down. I contacted his therapist, he’s on his way there.”

Benny looked at you concerned.

“I…I’m sorry but it’s probably best if you don’t come.”

You shook your head in understanding.

Benny left, probably to get an emergency bag together, and Will turned to you.

“Do you need me to stay with you?”

You wanted nothing more than to say yes, but you could see in his eyes that he wanted to drive to the hospital with his friend. So you shook your head.

“I’ll be fine. Besides, I should probably talk to Frankie’s parents, tell them that Marisol will have to stay with them for a while longer?”

Will nodded, then pulled you into a rib-crushing hug and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“You call us as soon as you need anything, yes?”

You nodded. “Please, just take care of him.”

You forced yourself to sit in the kitchen while you heard the three men escorting Frankie outside to their cars with military precision. It was probably not the first time they dealt with a PTSD attack, and it would probably not be the last.

But the fact that right now you could do absolutely nothing broke your heart.

After a very emotional phone call with Francisco’s mother, it had felt wrong to stay at Frankie’s house alone. So you had grabbed your overnight bag, which you hadn’t even unpacked, and had left.

The guys kept you in the loop and you were grateful. Benny sent you a picture of the repaired bathroom mirror with the caption : “All fixed!” Frankie had been given something to calm himself – which apparently wasn’t easy to find without it counting as a relapse – but they had eventually found a drug with a very low dosage that could be administered, especially created for recovering addicts. It just took a bit longer…

Santi didn’t send pictures, but assured you that Frankie was recuperating at his apartment and that they didn’t leave him alone. He was sleeping off the exhaustion of his meltdown.

Marisol was obviously worried, but Frankie’s parents assured you that they were taking good care of her.

It was almost fourteen days later, when finally, a text from Frankie’s phone arrived.

I’m back home. Can you come over? Please don’t be afraid of me. Please don’t hate me.

All you wanted to do was sprint to your car and race to Frankie’s house – but you took your time. You needed to do this calmly.

You answered:

I’ll be there in an hour. I could never hate you.

And then you started packing a bag.

You left the overnight bag in the car. You were ready to stay the night – without sex in mind – but you didn’t want to put pressure on him.

What you did carry with you to the door was your small backpack and a tote bag.

You saw Frankie watching you through the window as you walked up the driveway, and he opened the door cautiously before you could ring the doorbell.

“Hey…,” he said, hesitantly.

“Hey…” you said, cautiously opening up your arms.

Frankie crashed into you, wrapping his arms around your torso, knocking his cap off his head as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You felt the tears staining your shirt almost immediately.

He was sobbing again, but not in the panicked way.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry… I didn’t know I would react this way… I didn’t…”

You shushed him, rubbing his back, careful not to touch him anywhere near his belt area. Instead, you started massaging his scalp, mumbling sweet nothings into his ears while he tried to get his sobbing under control.

“Let’s get inside, okay?”

He nodded and let himself be guided inside. You made tea, ordered take-out food, sat Frankie down on the couch, peppering his head with little kisses and constantly ensured him that he had nothing to be sorry for.

While you were eating in the living room, sitting on the couch and not touching, you told him that Will had filled you in, but he already knew. Surprisingly calm, he tried to fill in any gaps, but it turned out that Will had informed you about almost anything.

The new information was that due to the severity of the injury and the cosmetic surgery, Frankie’s penis had to be “redesigned” as he called it, from a respectable 7 inch lenght down to 2 inches.

Now or never, you finally thought when Frankie had finished his tale and was staring at his half-eaten meal, which he hadn’t had the appetite to eat.

You took the plate from him before reaching into your tote bag to get out a new and shiny photo album.

“I want to show you something,” you said, sitting next to him.

You placed it on your lap and opened it.

The first photo was the first that you had taken with him and his friends, taken on the same night you had met. The pages showed a six month journey of photos with the three of you, photos of Marisol, of the trips together, of the good times and on the last page you had put the photo of Frankie you had taken on that very first evening.

“I told you that day that you are beautiful, Frankie. Do you know why I did that?”

You saw the tears in the corners of his eyes well up again as he shook his head.

“You are a very handsome man, Francisco Morales. But that’s not the reason why this photo is so breathtaking. This photo is wonderful because it managed to capture the beautiful soul that lives right here.”

He carefully poked at the spot where his heart was, before putting the album away.

“Frankie, I love you because you are a kind man. A passionate man, a good father, a good listener and because despite all the awful things you have endured, you still think that this world is a beautiful place.”

You took his hand then and placed a kiss to his knuckles, feeling him shiver.

“I am not going to lie. I thought that sex would be a part of this relationship. But Frankie, I will never hate you if we don’t have sex. I love who you are. I had fantasies, yes. And yes, I imagined all kinds of scenarios for us in the bedroom – but if we never get there… I don’t care.”

Frankie was crying again and shaking his head. He didn’t seem to quite believe yet what you were saying.

“We can go as slow as you want to go. Or we can not go at all. I did not start to go out with you because I was looking for someone to fuck me, Frankie. I entered this relationship because I like you. I am not asking for sex. I’m asking for you. And I’m not asking for all at once.”

Frankie pulled you into a hug again then and you shushed him again.

“I’m fine with crumbs, Frankie. I will take everything you are willing to give me, for as long as you are willing to give it.”

Loving Francisco Morales was easy for you. It turned out that he had some problems with loving himself, but over the years he managed that, with the help of his family and friends.

But for you, the first sentence you had ever uttered in his presence was still true. In your eyes, this man was beautiful – and always would be.

AN: I am a terrible person....

#Pedro Pascal #Pedro Pascal Fanfiction #Francisco Morales #Frankie Morales #Triple Frontier #Frankie x reader #francisco x reader #trauma #ptsd #ptsd recovery #Angst Fic #Will Miller #Benny Miller #Santiago Garcia

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kaitcreates · 2 months

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The Shadohunter Chronicles Character Showdown

First Round, Second Round

Rosemary Herondale vs Arthur Blackthorn, (Feb 23)

Celine Montclaire vs Diego Rocio-Rosales, (Feb 24)

Maureen Brown vs Anna Lightwood, (Feb 25)

Christopher Lightwood vs Ragnor Fell, (Feb 26)

Julian Blackthorn vs Livvy Blackthorn, (Feb 27)

Bridget Daly vs Jon Cartwright, (Feb 28)

Nate Grey vs Sona Carstairs, (Feb 29)

Gabriel Lightwood vs Madeleine Bellefleur, (Mar 1)

Paige Ashdown vs Rupert Blackthorn, (Mar 2)

Valentine Morgenstern vs Kraig, (Mar 3)

Andrew Blackthorn vs Irene, (Mar 4)

Axel Mortmain vs Thais Pedroso, (Mar 5)

Kit Herondale vs Ke Yi Tian, (Mar 6)

The Dark Sisters vs Filomina di Angelo, (Mar 7)

Lucie Herondale vs Simon Lovelace-Lewis, (Mar 8)

Shiyun Jung vs Cameron Ashdown, (Mar 9)

Elias Carstairs vs Tavvy Blackthorn, (Mar 10)

Luke Greymark vs Will Herondale, (Mar 11)

Ash Morgenstern vs Matthew Fairchild, (Mar 12)

Sophie Collins vs Jaime Rocio-Rosales, (Mar 13)

Catarina Loss vs Tessa Grey, (Mar 14)

Jessamine Lovelace vs Woolsey Scott, (Mar 15)

Diana Wrayburn vs Magnus Lightwood-Bane, (Mar 16)

James Herondale vs Jesse Blackthorn, (Mar 17)

Sebastian Morgesnstern vs Ty Blackthorn, (Mar 18)

Julie Beavul vs Tatiana Lightwood, (Mar 19)

Meliorn vs Helen Blackthorn, (Mar 20)

Alexander Lightwood vs Arawn, (Mar 21)

Jace Lightwood-Herondale vs Michael Wayland, (Mar 22)

Raphael Santiago vs Kieran Kingson, (Mar 23)

Marisol Garza vs Hypatia Vex, (Mar 24)

Dru Blackthorn vs Ari Bridgstock, (Mar 25)

Eugenia Lightwood vs Bat Velasquez, (Mar 26)

Eliza Rosewain vs Rafael Lightwood-Bane, (Mar 27)

Anush Joshi vs Seelie Queen, (Mar 28)

Church vs Cecily Herondale, (Mar 29)

Annabel Blackthorn vs Robert Lightwood, (Mar 30)

Beatriz Mendoza vs Malcolm Fade, (Mar 31)

Jocelyn Fairchild vs Max Lightwood-Bane, (Apr 1)

Imogen Whitlaw vs Jem Carstairs, (Apr 2)

Mother Hawthorn vs Chairman Meow, (Apr 3)

Manuel Casales-Villalobos vs Barbra Lightwood, (Apr 4)

Cordelia Carstairs vs Benedict Lightwood, (Apr 5)

Divya Joshi vs Lily Chen, (Apr 6)

Patrick Penhallow vs Alastair Carstairs, (Apr 7)

Isabelle Lightwood vs Mark Blackthorn, (Apr 8)

Amatis Greymark vs George Lovelace, (Apr 9)

Maryse Lightwood vs Elliott, (Apr 10)

Alexei de Quincey vs Elyas the Demon, (Apr 11)

Hodge Starkweather vs Henry Branwell, (Apr 12)

Camille Belcourt vs Auraline, (Apr 13)

Aline Penhallow vs Roland Loss, (Apr 14)

Johny Rook vs Stephen Herondale, (Apr 15)

Rayan Maduabuchi vs Alec Lightwood-Bane, (Apr 16)

Esme Hardcastle vs Jordan Kyle, (Apr 17)

Grace Blackthorn vs Evelyn Highsmith, (Apr 18)

Jia Penhallow vs Charles Fairchild, (Apr 19)

Horace Dearborn vs Max Lightwood, (Apr 20)

Emma Carstairs vs Mina Carstairs, (Apr 21)

Charlotte Fairchild vs Aloysius Starkweather, (Apr 22)

Janus Herondale vs Zachary Carstairs, (Apr 23)

Gwyn ap Nudd vs Clary Fairchild, (Apr 24)

Maia Roberts vs Gideon Lightwood, (Apr 25)

Thomas Lightwood vs Cristina Mendoza-Rosales, (Apr 26)

#shadowhunters #the shadowhunter chronicles #tsc #the dark artifices #tda #the mortal instruments #tmi #the last hours #tlh #the wicked powers #twp #tid #the infernal devices #Shadowhunter Character Showdown 2024 #Its back with more charcters then ever #*cries in a corner despiet knowing I brought this on myself*#I'll update with links as it goes along liek always

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froggywritesstuff · 1 year

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character list

the title is self explanatory. this is a list of the characters i'll write for. it'll probably change over time, and if you see a character you'd like but don't see them on the list, just ask cause i might've forgotten about them

Hamilton

Eliza Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Peggy Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Alexander Hamilton

John Laurens

Philip Hamilton

Lafayette

Hercules Mulligan

James Madison

Thomas Jefferson

Aaron Burr

Umbrella Academy

Viktor Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella or Sparrow)

Sloane Hargreeves

Jayme Hargreeves

Stranger Things

Will Byers (non female readers only)

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Eleven Hopper

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley (non male readers only)

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

21 Chump Street

Justin Laboy

The Goldfinch

Boris Pavlikovsky

Theodore Decker

Marvel

Peter Parker (any actor)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Makkari

Sersi

Sprite (platonic only)

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Layla El-Faouly

America Chavez (non male readers only)

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova (platonic only)

Shuri

Namor

Riri Williams

X-Men

Mystique

Kitty Pryde

Peter Maximoff

Rogue

In The Heights (movie version)

Usnavi de la Vega

Vanessa

Nina Rosario

Benny

Sonny de la Vega

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

JD (Jason Dean)

Heather Chandler

Heather McNamara

Heather Duke

John Doe

Ride The Cyclone

Noel Gruber (male or nb readers only)

Ocean O'Connel Rosenburg

Mischa Bachinski

Constance Blackwood

Ricky Potts

Hatchetfieldverse

Paul Matthews

Emma Perkins

Ted Spankoffski

Bill Woodard

Ruth Fleming

Pete Spankoffski

Richie Lipschitz

Max Jagerman

Grace Chasity

Lex Foster

Ethan Green

Hannah Foster (platonic only)

Heartstopper

Charlie Spring (non female readers only)

Nick Nelson

Tara Jones (non male readers only)

Darcy Olsson (non male readers readers only)

Elle Argent

Tao Xu (non male readers only(headcanoning him as bi or pan is disrespectful and transphobic))

Tori Spring

Imogen Heaney

Isaac Henderson (platonic only)

Do Revenge

Eleanor Levetan (non male readers only)

Drea Torres

Deadpool

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Bianca Barclay

Xavier Thorpe

Ajax Petropolus

Eugene Otinger

(young) Morticia Addams

(young) Gomez Addams

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Tomorrow When The War Began

Ellie Linton

Lee Takkam

Fiona Maxwell

Homer Yannos

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse/Across the Spider-Verse

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Pavitr Prabhakar

Hobie Brown

Margo Kess

Miles G Morales (earth 42)

Miguel O’Hara

Maze Runner

Thomas

Newt (non female readers only)

The Broken Hearts Gallery

Lucy Gulliver

Nadine (non male readers only)

Nick Danielson

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins

Enola Holmes

Lord Tewkesbury

Turning Red

Mei Mei

Miriam

Abby

Priya

Raising Dion

Nicole Warren

Tevin Wakefield

Dion Warren (platonic only)

Julie and the Phantoms

Julie Molina

Luke Patterson

Reggie Peters

Alex Mercer (non female readers only)

Flynn

Carrie

Abbott Elementary

Janine Teagues

Jacob Hill (non female readers only)

Gregory Eddie

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Jake Peralta

Amy Santiago

Rosa Diaz

Love Victor

Victor Salazar (non female readers only)

Benji (non female readers only)

Felix Weston

Pilar Salazar

Lake Meriwether

Lucy

Mia Brooks

Andrew

In Treatment

Eladio

Laila

Spree

Kurt Kunkle

Once Upon a Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Mary Margaret Blanchard

David Nolan

Henry Mills

Mulan (non male readers only)

Graham

Neal Cassidy

Peter Pan

Jefferson

Dash and Lily

Dash

Lily

Boomer

Juno

Juno MacGuff

Paulie Bleeker

Summer Days Summer Nights

Debbie Espinoza

Frankie Espinoza

Scream (1 through 6)

Sidney Prescott

Billy Loomis

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Jill Roberts

Charlie Walker

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Amber Freeman

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Quinn Bailey

Venom

Eddie Brock

Honest Thief

Ramon Hall

Beth Hall

Wild Child

Poppy Moore

Kate

Drippy

Freddie Kingsley

Monsters and Men

Manny Ortega

Marisol Ortega

Ghostbusters: Afterlife

Trevor Spengler

Phoebe Spengler (platonic only)

Error 143

Micah Yujin

Community

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Annie Edison

Jeff Winger

Britta Perry

The Obession

Logan

Delilah

The New Girl

Lia Setiawan

Stacey Hoffman

Mythic Quest

Poppy Li

Brad Bakshi

Adventure Time

Finn

Princess Bubblegum

Marceline

Marshall Lee

Prince Bubblegum

Flame Princess

School Spirits

Madison

Simon

Charley (non female readers only)

Wally

Rhonda

Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Among Thieves

Simon Aumar

Disventure Camp

Aiden (non fem readers only)

James (non fem readers only)

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies

Jane Facciano

Olivia Valdovinos

Nancy Nakagawa

Cynthia Zdunowski

Richie Valdovinos

Ted Lasso

Roy Kent

Jamie Tartt

Keeley Jones

Sam Obisanya

Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

Noah Diaz

Elena Wallace

Mirage

Helluva Boss

Blitzø

Stolas (non female readers only)

Loona

Millie

Moxxie

Octavia

Verosika Mayday

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie Morningstar

Vaggie (non male readers only)

Angel Dust (non female readers only)

Husk

Alastor (platonic only)

Vox

Lucifer

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (rise + mutant mayhem + tmnt 2007 + tmnt 2012)

Donnie

Mikey

Raph

Leo

April

The After Party

Yasper Lennov

Space Force

Tony Scarapiducci

Renfield

Teddy Lobo

Robert Montague Renfield

Undercovers

Bill Hoyt

Amazing Digital Circus

Jax

Parks and Recreation

Leslie Knope

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

Randy Cunningham (18+ people DNI unless requesting platonic stories)

The Earliest Show

Josh Bath

House of Lies

Clyde Oberholt

Mean Girls (movie + musical + movie musical)

Cady Heron

Regina George

Gretchen Wieners

Karen Smith/Shetty

Janis Ian/Sarkisian/Imi'ike (non male readers only)

Damian Hubbard (non female readers only)

Warm Bodies

Peep World

Nathan Meyerwitz

Your Boyfriend

Peter Dunbar

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darkfictionjude · 1 day

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If the RO's were to have kids with MC, what names would they have in mind for a boy and a girl? Or would they go instead from a gender neutral kind of name so they cover all bases from the get go?

Now, this assumes all the RO's want children. Or the kid is coming and there is nothing they can do (but they are happy about it).

Also, as a plus, what suggestions would Sally, Percy, Victor and Prudence give, either asked or not (a part of me believes some of them would give suggestions without any prompt, but the other part of me believes some of them, even with that impulse, don't want to speak with MC at all so they just wouldn't say).

I answered this ask so long ago I honestly think that the search engine just stops searching if it’s too far away unless it’s the master post

Imre: he’d like a Spanish name ideally. Traditional. Teodoro, Santiago, Emilio, Francisco. For a girl: Maria, Julieta, Dolores, Marisol. Gender neutral names don’t really exist in Spanish, I guess it has a lot to do with our language being gendered.

Nia: she likes a rich sounding name. But not strange like what celebs do. Boys: Augustus, Claude, Dashiell, Everett. Girls: Portia, Isadora, Katherine, Octavia. Her gender neutral choices would probably something like Ruby, Satin, Dior etc.,

Lorcan: doesn’t give a shit. He will say yes to anything. You ask him for a suggestion he’ll say “Bill” that’s how uninspired he is.

Victor: after his father, Cassius. Or his mother Victoria. Ironically I feel Victor and Prudence would like mc’s child.

Prudence: Cassandra, after her sister. Samuel for a boy.

Sally: doesn’t really have any suggestions, probably tell you to name it Victor or Prudence or what you like.

Percy: Wendy for a girl and Peter for a boy

#names #children #we wretched creatures

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selfsabotaqe · 6 months

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hi everyone! it's been a while & finally i'm making my comeback. work has finally left me some room to breathe so i'll be reappearing on your dash and hopefully getting back into the swing of replies. down below there's a full list of everything currently in my drafts. please let me know whether you'd like to continue or drop these threads. whichever scenario is completely fine and understandable (it's been a hot sec after all), just let me know. if you'd prefer to start something new, we can also do that. feel free to message me or reply to this post anytime. there's no rush at all to make up your mind, but just to start off i'll start with replies for threads people do actively express interest in. so if anything from this list is something you're still excited about, let me know and i'll prioritize. we can always waitlist the other stuff while we feel it out. anyway, let me know, come chat, let me love u down and can't wait to continue writing together. love u all! 💗🥹

with @persephonyed. carlos x lorenzo marley x camille

with @silvrmoon. nadiye x milo axel x kadri zehra x sierra

with @lilacwiine. drew x felice amara x maya

with @invcntions. alec x lucas mateo x saxon devrim x leo beau x koa emre x noah luca x jaiden (smth new?) jesse x finn peyton x vance soren x lincoln

with @horrorphase. dominic x percy milan x kendall

with @slumpcd. max x theo kendall x nolan jinny x gwen

with @gcldcnhour. eden x mathias rhys x bodie isabel x tate alina x priya zoe x knox ethan x violet marisol x miriam

with @temptedfates. emmett x aydin noor x solana

with @spectraled. maddie x rory tbd x dallas (thought abt replying if u would like replies <3)

with @vacationeyes. marco x conrad julian x callum emre x frankie xavier x tyson jude x forest

with @lovecharged. jonas x antonio aleksei x drake bridie x quilo tbd x amie jonas x antonio (part two) julian x zayn felix x robin nadiye x rasim tatum x uziah carlos x gabriel

with @fruitpoem. ambar x joel

with @inkiidreams. aera x selin davika x esra carlos x mallory merve x yaritza robin x aurelia lais x nova casper x knox lachlan x olivia

with @wutheringdevotion. lachlan x oliver rowan x ginny connor x evan meera x monique carlos x gabriel gwen x jonah margot x adrian

with @gardenwalls. meera x paloma alec x mack naiyana x nadine daniel x minako laura x andrea fabien x mei li nazli x rhys

with @felteverywhere. alina x rowan

with @sunstvne. santiago x constantin

with @gvngsigns. gabriela x lucas kai x mateo florence x liam tobias x zuri andrea x cruz ricardo x vincent

with @scbrvght. all of our formula one threads (don't think i owe u the replies but let me know if you'd like to continue them <3) lale x finley soren x everly

mAYBE im missing things. if there's anything i owe you that isn't on this list, feel free to point it out to me! and also vice versa, if you owe me something & you want to discuss continuing or dropping it, just come message me and we can chat about it!

#this literally took forever but <3 #just don't wanna drop the current things if people are still interested #because i genuinely love these pairings?#so please don't hesitate to tell me if you'd like to continue certain threads because then they'll be prioritized!

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lovemarisolluna · 1 year

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Every year on May 8th, Marisol Luna Santiago celebrated her 12th birthday.

Happy belated birthday, Marisol!

#my dolls #marisol luna #american girl dolls #ag dolls

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worldburnrp · 30 days

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hey! what are your most wanted FCs of latin decent? <3

Hi there! Here's some that we'd love to see around: Gina Torres, America Ferrera, Michael Peña, Santiago Cabrera, Miguel Angel Silvestre, Camila Morrone, Gael Garcia Bernal, Rodrigo Santoro, Seu Jorge, Alice Braga, Morena Baccarin, Salma Hayek, Marisol Nichols, Camila Mendes, Laz Alonso, Sonia Braga, Leslie Grace! <3

#crime rp #appless rp #nyc rp #city rp

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sweetly-yours-and-mine · 9 months

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me-coded characters but instead of explaining i just let you figure out if i need therapy or not (i do but im a people pleaser)

tagged by: @softlyspector (thank you honey!!)

don't even ask me why harry and sally are up there

Amy Santiago - Brooklyn Nine-Nine // Roy Keny - Ted Lasso // Susie Myerson - The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel // Claire - Fleabag // Dorothy Zbornak - The Golden Girls // Marisol - A Man Called Otto // Sally Albright - When Harry Met Sally // Harry Burns - When Harry Met Sally // Frances Flynn - Conversations with Friends

no pressure tags: @pennyserenade @alwritey-aphrodite @whats-belay @whatthefishh @campingwiththecharmings @moonknightly

#tag games #my moots #becs tag #i literally forgot every single movie and tv show i watched as soon as i started this #also dorothy is my new spirit animal and guru and role model #and i tried to put down as many female characters as i could just to challenge myself a little

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druidgroves · 1 year

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wait no how funny would it be to make my secondary courier santiago

#rae.txt #ROLE REVERSAL AU #santiago becomes a courier after leaving the rangers #unsure what marisol would be doing tho 🤔#main difference is that santiago would end benny's shit on sight lmao

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judgementdaysunshine · 2 years

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Micheleamidalajedi's fanfiction and moodboard masterlist! 💫

Bruce Banner

Natasha Romanoff

T'challa

Kate bishop

Bucky Barnes

Shuri

Thor

Okoye

Luke Cage

Carol Danvers

Peter Parker

Jessica Jones

Sam Wilson

Pepper Potts

Clint Barton

Nakia

Tony Stark

Emily Prentiss

Spencer Reid

Jennifer Jareau

Derek Morgan

Penelope Garcia

Matthew Simmons

Tara Lewis

Luke Alvez

Kate Callahan

Aaron Hotchner

Ashley Seaver

Cedric Diggory

Luna Lovegood

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Remus Lupin

Ginny Weasley

Harry Potter

Sirius Black

Katie Bell

Neville Longbottom

Minerva Mcgonagall

Blaise Zabini

Nymphodora Tonks

Rubeus Hagrid

Pansy Parkinson

Draco Malfoy

Jill Valentine

Leon Kennedy

Helena Harper

Carlos Oliveira

Claire Redfield

Jake Muller

Sherry Birkin

Chris Redfield

Alice

Piers Nivan

Sheva Alomar

Nick Stokes

Sara Sidle

Greg Sanders

Catherine Willows

Warrick Brown

Mia Dickerson

Gil Grissom

Riley Adams

Raymond Langston

Julie Finlay

Tifa Lockhart

Hope Esthiem

Oerba Dia Vanille

Cloud Strife

Aerith Gainsborough

Snow Villers

Lighting Farron

Vincent Valentine

Oerba Yun Fang

Zack Fair

Yuffie Kirasagi

Prompto Argentum

Serah Farron

Squall Leonhart

Erik Lehnsherr

Jubliee

Peter Maximoff

Ororo Munroe

Charles Xavier

Raven Darkholme

Warren Worthington

Kitty Pryde

Kurt Wagner

Gambit

Rogue

Logan Howlett

Magik

Alexx Woods

Ryan Wolfe

Natalia Boa Vista

Horatio Caine

Marisol Delko

Jesse Cardoza

Calleigh Duquesne

Walter Simmons

Eric Delko

Kyle Harmon

Mordin Solus

Liara T'soni

Garrus Vakarian

Jack

Thane Krios

Tali'zorah nar rayya

Urdnot Wrex

Suvi Anwar

Liam Kostas

Kasumi Goto

Jaal ama darav

Pelessaria B'sayle

Leia Organa

Finn

Padme Amidala

Din Djarin

Ashoka Tano

Poe Dameron

Rey Skywalker

Galen Marek

Jyn Erso

Obi wan kenobi

Bo katan kryze

Luke Skywalker

Cara Dune

Hunter

Omega

Tech

Cere Junda

Echo

Aayla Secura

Crosshair

Shaak Ti

Wrecker

Mission Vao

Cal Kestis

Barriss Offee

Qui gon jin

Miscellaneous

Don Billingsley

Celine Naville

Santiago Garcia

Kimberly Corman

Bam Margera

Mahtilda

Alex Law

Monica Long Dutton

Wally West

Kara AX400

Robert Lewis

Wendy Christensen

Frank Mccullen

Beverly Marsh

Connor RK900

Margaret "Hot Lips" Houlihan

Ahkmenrah

Kairi

Christopher Robin

Aqua

Mike Hanlon

Leliana

Terra

Haruhi Fujioka

Koujaku

Tauriel

Ben Miller

Galadariel

Peter Pevensie

Mason "Mace" Brown

Ventus

Susan Pevensie

Will Miller

Judy Alvarez

Gavin "Spinner" Mason

Callie Adams Foster

Frodo

Tori Spring

Kaldur'ahm

Jane Vaughn

Murphy Macmanus

Panam Palmer

Ryan Dunn

Eowyn

Harland Mckenna

Artemis Crock

Adam Banks

Emma Nelson

Benjamin "Hawkeye" Pierce

Lucy Pevensie

Connor Kent

Peyton Sawyer

Edmund Pevensie

Connie Monreau

Kung Jin

Carol Peletier

Guy Germaine

Brooke Davis

Johnny Knoxville

Emily Fields

Ben Hanscom

Jacqui Briggs

Charlie Conway

Beth Greene

Luis Mendoza

Amelia Sheperd

Elliott Alderson

Heather Mason

John Wick

Azula

Takashi Takeda

Beth Dutton

Aragorn

Cassie Cage

Kazuma Kiryu

Megan Morse

Chris Pontius

Ellie Nash

Legolas Greenleaf

Mariana Foster

Dick Grayson

Lara Croft

Frankie Morales

Sera

Mark Renton

Julia Salinger

Rip Wheeler

Pixie O'brien

Casi

Foxy Cleopatra

Austin Powers

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perotovar · 5 months

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into the beat of the night (ch 3) "self control"

moodboard by the lovely @hellishjoel, gif by me

pairing: frankie morales/enby!oc!river price (they/them) rating: 18+ (minors dni) chapter warnings: fingering, one (1) handjob, discussions of sexuality/gender (in an... interesting way), goth stereotypes abound, swearing, more cute shit word count: 3k dividers by @saradika beta: @scenaaario (ily adrienne ♥)

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“What’s their name again?”

“River. I already told you, Benjamin,” Frankie chuckled, taking a drink from his beer.

“Right, sorry. I’ve just never met a non… what was it again?”

Frankie, Benny, Will, and Santiago were at their usual bar that night. It was in a different part of town than The Night Owl, with a completely different vibe, but it was cozy. The four of them had become regulars and knew the staff by name.

“Non-binary person,” Will said, shoving Benny on the shoulder. “Are you listening at all?”

Benny shot his brother a look and stuck his tongue out, because apparently Benny was still five. “Of course I’m listening! Non-bi-nar-y,” he sounded it out, tapping his finger on the table with each syllable. “What does, uh… What does that like, mean, Fish?”

Frankie furrowed his brows and took another drink. “I haven’t actually asked yet. All they told me is that they’re like… both, and neither, at the same time.” He hummed thoughtfully. “I was a little distracted after that and didn’t get to ask.”

Santiago grinned, slapping Frankie on the shoulder. “Good for you, Fish.”

Frankie rolled his eyes, but smiled, thinking about the kiss he shared with River the other night. They kept texting, and he’d even asked River out on a real date, which brought the guys to the bar. It had been a year or so since his last date and he needed advice on where to take someone like River. He wasn’t as familiar with the goth subculture and thought maybe his brothers would have experience. At the very least Ben, who’d been with a few different kinds of people.

“I did look it up that night after I got home, but I’m still a little confused,” Frankie shrugged.

“Just ask them, man,” Will offered. “They seemed cool with your first question.”

Frankie nodded, a look of determination crossing his features. “You’re right. It couldn’t hurt, right?”

Frankie was sweating. Marisol was with her mom this week, so he hadn’t had to worry about having that conversation yet. He was planning on telling River about her tonight. He checked his hair in the mirror again before he left, deciding to go without his hat tonight, but worried all his nerves would deflate the work he put into it. He sighed as he messed around with the unruly curls again. This is why he stuck to hats. Frankie’s phone vibrated on the bathroom counter, startling him.

ok im ready, eddie 😉

River still thought it was hilarious that Frankie had worn an Iron Maiden t-shirt to a goth club, claiming that it fit his “old man aesthetic”, whatever that meant. This led to River referring to Frankie as “Eddie”, after the band’s skeleton mascot.

Yeah yeah i’m coming

Frankie saw the typing dots appear and disappear a couple times before disappearing completely. He sighed to himself and checked his hair one last time before leaving his apartment.

When he got to the neighborhood of the address River had given him, he checked his phone again, making sure he was in the right place. He slowly crept up the hill towards the last line of apartments and immediately his heart started pounding. Frankie really liked River. He didn’t want to fuck this up, and hoped him being a dad wouldn’t ruin that. Or his big dumb mouth.

River was standing at the bottom of the staircase of the apartment complex and waved, a huge grin on their face. Frankie stopped the truck and leaned over to open the passenger side door for them to climb inside. The scent of bergamot, clove, and sandalwood filled his nostrils again as the truck door shut. Frankie calmed down, and smiled, leaning over to give River a kiss on the cheek. “You look amazing,” he breathed, taking in River’s outfit; they had a collarless shirt buttoned up all the way, tucked into plaid pants, and nice dress shoes. All black, of course. They wore no lipstick today, their makeup was simple, and their hair was perfectly straight. It looked like they’d freshly shaved the right side of their head as well. River’s look was so new for Frankie, he couldn’t help being captivated by them every time he saw them.

“Thank you,” River smiled, heart skipping a beat. “Where are we off to?” They rested their ring-clad hand over Frankie’s larger one in between the two of them on the seat. “When you said it was a surprise, I admit I got a little nervous.”

Frankie placed his hand on the back of the truck seat and looked behind them as he backed up to leave the apartment complex. River’s eyes were glued to Frankie’s neck and subtly licked their lips at the sight of the thick muscles and veins. Their eyes moved up to Frankie’s side profile and they swooned.

“How come? Don’t trust me?” Frankie smirked, making eye contact before his eyes moved to the road, and started heading toward their destination.

River shrugged, even though they knew he couldn’t see them. “Maybe. Maybe not,” they smirked. The red light of the clock on the console caught River’s eye; 7:30pm.

“Well, that’s a shame. I had a nice dinner planned and everything,” Frankie showed them an exaggerated pout, a twinkle in his eye.

“Oh, well, in that case.”

The restaurant Frankie picked might’ve been a little more… casual, then he remembered. The last time he was here was with Jackson. He shook off the memory. He was here with River now. The place was actually more like a diner, with vintage photos of women in pinup-style outfits and poses.

Frankie reached for River’s hand and laced their fingers together as he found them a table, letting River sit first.

“Such a gentleman,” River teased, squeezing his hand before getting comfy in the booth.

“I try,” Frankie smiled bashfully as he joined them on the opposite side. The light shining down onto the table lit River beautifully. He noticed that River’s button-up was actually a dark green, with subtle velvet roses all over.

They ordered their food and made easy conversation. River talked about their job as an architect. They were working on designing a building that was be built in the next couple of years in the city. Frankie found it fascinating but couldn’t focus on the words, too distracted by their calming voice and watching their mannerisms. River talked with their hands a lot whenever they got excited about something, and Frankie thought it was adorable.

“Sorry, I know I’m rambling now,” River shook their head, cutting themself off. Frankie frowned,mouth full of french fries.

“Please, continue, I don’t mind listening.”

So River did. They talked about anything and everything. Frankie interjected here and there, but was more than content to listen to River talk. When there was a lull in the conversation, Frankie’s palms started to get sweaty. Their plates were empty now, but River still had half of their milkshake left.

It was now or never. Frankie took a deep breath.

“So… I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” he started. River raised an eyebrow and rested their chin on the palm of their hand, listening. Frankie cleared his throat before continuing. “Um, so I know this is a dealbreaker for some people, so I won’t be offended if you want to stop things after tonight. B-But I would like to stay friends if that’s the case.” He rubbed his sweaty hands on his thighs. “I’ve got a daughter.”

River was quiet for a second before a small smile appeared on their face. “I’m actually not surprised. How old is she?”

“You’re not?”

“Of course not. You’re an incredibly handsome man of a certain age–”

“Hey.”

“And any woman would be stupid not to make an honest man outta you,” River winked.

Frankie blinked a couple times before chuckling softly. River continued to surprise him. “Well, her mother isn’t in the picture, at least not with me. Marisol, my daughter, sees her half the time, and stays with me the other half of the time,” he explained, crossing his arms comfortably over the table. “Oh, and she’s four.”

“Aww, can I see a picture of her?”

Frankie’s heart fluttered as pulled his phone out, opening the album of photos devoted just to his little girl. He slid his phone over to River and they started scrolling through the photos with a smile on their face.

“She’s adorable, Frankie,” River hummed, returning his phone back to him. “I can tell you think the world of her. I won’t lie, I’m not really… uh, a kid kind of person. I always just planned on being the cool cousin and not a parent,” they muttered, resting their chin on their palm again.

Frankie nodded in understanding. “I totally get that. I just figured it wouldn’t be fair to you, or to Marisol, to keep her a secret, y’know?”

“Absolutely, and I appreciate you telling me,” River nodded back. “But I like you. A lot. And I’m willing to give this a shot with you. So I don’t think Marisol is a dealbreaker.”

Frankie’s heart soared at River’s words. “I really like you, too,” he grinned like an idiot, cheeks warm. “C’mon, we still have another part to this date.” He stood up and held his hand out for River to take.

After paying, the two found themselves back in Frankie’s truck heading down the highway. It was starting to get darker and the roads were clearing. They pulled up to a drive-in, but there weren’t any other cars.

“What is this, Grease?” River teased. “A diner and then a drive-in movie?”

Frankie snorted and reached out his window to pay for their tickets before finding somewhere to park. “I happen to like drive-in movies and diners, thank you very much.”

“That’s because you’re old–”

“I’m only a few years older than you,” Frankie deadpanned.

“Details.”

About a third of the way into the original Halloween, Frankie put his arm around River’s shoulders and pulled them close. River happily cuddled into Frankie’s side, loving the warmth and softness they found there.

Halfway through, River’s eyes started wandering elsewhere. They looked down at the crotch of Frankie’s jeans, and wondered what lay beyond the tight denim. They looked up at Frankie’s face and kissed the little patch in his beard that refused to grow hair. Frankie looked down at them, deep brown eyes looking over River’s features. He went from their dark-rimmed eyes, to their collarbone, and back to their plush lips, his heart pounding. He didn’t need any further convincing and started kissing River deeply, holding the side of their face.

River hummed into Frankie’s mouth and slowly crawled into Frankie’s lap. They grinned as Frankie huffed a breath against their lips, holding River’s hips in his large hands. River kissed the corner of Frankie’s mouth before moving down to the side of his neck and sucked a mark where his neck met his shoulder. Frankie shuddered, moving a hand down and squeezing River’s ass. They lifted their head and looked at the far-away expression on his face.

“Are you one of those guys that doesn’t like to fool around on the first date?”

Frankie blinked up at River, thinking about it. “I mean, no, but–” “Good,” River growled, latching back onto Frankie’s neck and sucking hard.

Frankie moaned openly at that, but pulled them away. “Wait,” he breathed. River tilted their head to the side and didn’t say anything, letting Frankie continue. “Um, I had another question.”

“Okay.”

“Well, uh. I don’t mean to kill the mood, because God, I really wanna get back to that, b-but I was curious,” Frankie swallowed, not making eye contact again. “I looked up what non-binary was after you told me and I was a little confused, and basically I just– Um, I wanna know like, how… this would… work,” he trailed off, gesturing between the two of them and at the bulge in his jeans.

“You’re asking what I have so you know how to proceed.” It was a statement, not a question, said softly in understanding. River played with the curls at the back of Frankie’s neck.

Frankie nodded. “If that’s an invasive question, I’m really sorry, and–”

“Shh,” River chuckled, pecking Frankie on the cheek. “It’s okay, I promise. I’m not offended. You’re actually being really sweet about all of this. I know this is new for you.”

Frankie smiled shyly and shrugged, but let them continue.

“I was raised as a girl. ‘Assigned female at birth’, is typically what we call it,” River looked down, playing with the collar of Frankie’s shirt. “You were assigned male at birth. The doctors looked at your parts and decided that’s what you were, and you never felt like it was incorrect, right?”

Frankie nodded, listening carefully.

“Right. Well, it felt wrong to me. I didn’t really know what the feeling was growing up. It’s actually kind of a recent development for me.”

Frankie chewed on his bottom lip, one question still buzzing around his head. “How do you… How did you know? And did you… have any… surgeries? To um–” he didn’t know how to word any of this.

River laughed softly. “Yeah, I had top surgery. I no longer have breasts, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. Everything below the belt is still intact,” they grinned, moving their crotch closer to Frankie’s. “The complicated answer, especially for someone so new to this, is that gender is a societal thing. How you’re perceived, presented to the world is just through the eyes of society. How you see yourself is what actually matters, though. And when all that societal bullshit doesn’t affect your life, the roles you’re ‘supposed’ to play don’t matter anymore.”

“I’m River. River is me. I don’t care how people see me. I did all of this,” they gestured to their body. “For me. Not for anyone else. Because if I didn’t, I would be unhappy. And my own mental health and happiness matters more than some so-called church-going do-gooder’s opinion.”

Frankie looked at River in awe. Their confidence and respect for themself was one of the most attractive things he’d ever seen. “You’re amazing,” Frankie breathed, surging forward to kiss them deeply. He gripped River’s ass again and pulled them closer, grinding his hardening cock against them.

River moaned softly, grinding back, and tangling their fingers into his hair. Suddenly, Frankie pulled back, catching his breath.

“Wait, does that, like…” He thought for a second. “While I was doing my research, I came across a couple other terms I didn’t know.”

River chuckled and kissed down Frankie’s neck softly. “Go on.”

Frankie’s breath hitched, speaking shakily. “Um, I’ve always considered myself b-bisexual– oh– a-and if non-binary people are technically a th-third gender, then does that change?”

“No,” River hummed, licking underneath Frankie’s ear, before taking the lobe into their mouth and nibbling.

“It doesn’t?”

River shook their head. “Bisexual is more like an umbrella term. People interpret it differently,” they reached a hand down between them, trailing their fingers to Frankie’s belt buckle and undoing it. “For example, you’ve always assumed it just meant you were attracted to men and women, right?”

Frankie moaned softly as the pressure was relieved from his hard cock, and nodded.

“Exactly. Another way you could see it is you being attracted to people that are like you,” they gripped Frankie’s cock tightly, making him gasp sharply. “And people who aren’t.” They grabbed his hand and placed it onto their crotch, grinding against him.

He was so hard he was throbbing, and so turned on his head spun. He started undoing River’s dress pants and slipped his hand down to their panties, finding their pussy impossibly warm and wet.

“Fuck,” Frankie groaned, rubbing at their clit through the fabric of their underwear. River moaned sweetly and bit their bottom lip, moving Frankie’s boxer briefs out of the way so they could grip around his cock.

“You’re so hard,” River grinned, rubbing their thumb over the tip. They started stroking him slowly, watching as the head of Frankie’s cock appeared and disappeared underneath the foreskin.

Frankie was breathing heavily, resting his head on the back of his seat and looking at River through his lashes. He moved the tips of his fingers in small circles for a few moments before he moved his fingers beneath their underwear and touched bare skin. River gasped at the contact and nodded, giving him permission. Frankie slowly sunk his middle finger inside them and started pumping in and out. His thumb rubbed in time against their clit. River started moaning louder, throwing their head back to expose their throat to him.

Frankie saw an opening and latched his mouth onto their neck, marking them in return as his free hand held the back of River’s head. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he groaned, biting at River’s skin.

River shuddered at the praise, rocking their hips against Frankie’s hand. “‘M close,” they whined, panting down at him. They started to lose their rhythm on Frankie’s cock and squeezed him tightly in their fist. Frankie nodded in understanding and started moving his fingers faster, adding a second one as the slick sounds coming from between River’s legs filled the truck.

“C’mon, baby. You gonna come for me?” he breathed against their neck, leaving soft kisses against their skin. The contrast between what his mouth and what his hand were doing was overwhelming and River wouldn’t change it for the world.

River nodded, their brows moving downward in pleasure before stilling above him as they came. Their hips rocked back and forth over Frankie’s hand as they came down, moaning and biting their lip.

The sight of River coming was enough for Frankie and his cock twitched hard as he erupted all over River’s hand. He grunted and hid his face in their neck as his balls emptied messily. He whined softly, twitching in the aftershocks.

River giggled quietly and held him close after licking their hand clean. “Gonna have to blow you next time,” they hummed thoughtfully.

Frankie groaned as his oversensitive cock twitched between them. “Don’t say shit like that while I’m still vulnerable, you menace.”

River bit his cheek, then kissed it softly. “You love it.”

He did. He really did.

a/n: please enjoy this meme that inspired the scene above

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