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youwerenevermeanttofeelalone · 5 months

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How Romantic | Stiles Stilinski

✦ pairing — Stiles Stilinski x female!Plus Size Reader

✦ *word count — 2.4k

✦ request — Stiles comes home from school for Christmas and surprises the reader? Maybe some supernatural element happened and snowed them in together, can be friends to lovers where Stiles uses that time to confess to her?

✦ warnings — light angst, reader hates the cold, fluff.

✦ author's note — made a tiny adjustment just so this would have some sense, hope that’s okay.

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Your mom didn’t tell you she wouldn’t be home the weekend you arrived. You found out through text when you asked her why she wasn't opening the door. She told you where to find the spare key and assured you she and your sibling would be back on Tuesday. It was Saturday.

There was food in the pantry, but you could go and buy something if you wanted to. It would do you good to explore the town; as much as you complained about the weird happenings, you would die of boredom if you stayed home while your family came back.

If there was something you liked about Beacon Hills, it was the weather. You didn’t fare well in the cold, never had, not even in vacations where the snowy scenery was breathtaking and the beverages soothingly warm.

You unpacked and changed your shoes. Your bedroom had been cleaned recently, the bedsheets were fresh and smelled of the fabric softener your mom had used all your life.

The doorbell rang. You wouldn’t make it through the weekend without having a stroke if you had to entertain one of your neighbors, you just wouldn’t — you didn’t need to be reminded that people found you cruel for leaving your mom and sibling to live with your dad in San Franciso.

Knowing they would call her if you didn’t open the door, you hurried your way down the stairs and took a deep breath. You could come up with something if needed, maybe the excuse of needing to buy groceries.

But you found your favorite person in Beacon Hills as you opened the door, and suddenly whatever it was you had been dreading was dumb and childish and maybe things weren’t so bad around here if it meant getting a big hug from Stiles Stilinski.

“What are you doing here?” you asked against his shoulder.

He laughed, squeezing you. “Your mom said you’d be here.”

That made you part from him. “You called my mom?”

“Needed to know where to go.”

The mere idea of Stiles visiting you at your dad’s made you giggle. Your dad didn’t hate him or anything, but he was the protective type and Stiles had always managed to get himself in the most ridiculous trouble, so your dad was weary.

A harsh gust of wind hit you, making you frown. It wasn’t uncommon for the night to grow colder, but it couldn’t have been that late. “Wanna come in?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

Stiles closed the door himself, following you into the living room.

“Man, it’s just as I remember!”

You had to admit your mom took exceptional care of the house. She kept the furniture polished and the surfaces unblemished, just as she managed to keep every ornament around the place pristine; the Christmas ones included.

The tree was small compared to your dad’s, but your stepmom had always been known for going the extra mile. You would have stayed with them for Christmas if you didn’t love your mom and your sibling so much, and if you didn’t have to choose.

“When did you get here?” you asked. “Oh, you want something to drink?”

“This morning.” He welcomed himself into the kitchen and opened the fridge. A laugh escaped him. “Your mom still buys the same orange juice brand.”

“She refuses to change it.”

“Have you tried others?”

“Annie buys it fresh at the farmer’s market.”

He hummed. “It has pulp, though.”

“You can strain it.”

With a shrug, he grabbed a soda. “I, for one, don’t drink juice anymore.”

“Oh, you eat healthy now?”

“Ha ha, very funny.” He cracked the can of soda open as if to make a point. “Juice goes bad before I can finish it.”

“Set a reminder on your phone.”

“Is that what you do?”

“I live with other three people, Stiles, the juice runs out in like two days.”

He hummed. “How’s that working out for you, by the way?”

“It’s okay,” you answered truthfully. “Kinda weird to have another sibling, but… she’s a sweet kid.”

Stiles stared at you as though reading you. It wasn’t your favorite trait of his if you were completely honest, but it came with the package. “I guess I have it easier.”

“Eh. I’m sure I live in the better city.”

He rolled his eyes. You always had this silly fight and always came on top because not much could defeat San Francisco.

“Is it getting cold or am I going crazy?”

“It’s a little colder than when I got here,” he agreed.

You went through the cupboards, looking for tea or coffee. You hated the instant coffee your mom bought out of habit, so you would have to settle for green tea.

Stiles laughed at your raccoon-like behavior. He inhaled deeply. “I was—” His phone started ringing. “Give a second.”

You nodded and turned back to your tea-making task.

“What’s up, dad?” Worry seeped into Stiles’ voice; not uncommon when it came to his dad —or Scott—. “Snowing? Are you drunk?” At that, you turned around and saw him wince. “Sorry. No, no, I’m at— yeah, I’m with her.”

You peeked through the kitchen window and sure enough, the patio was covered in glittering snow.

His eyes widened when he saw the snow falling. “Yeah. Call me if—” Stiles huffed a laugh. “Okay. Be safe.”

The wind picked up, making you shiver. The house had never been this cold before.

“Fuck. What are we going to do?” He gripped his hair, now a little longer and shinier. You supposed he started taking care of it. It would fall off if he continued tugging on it as though the world was ending.

“Stiles.”

“What?”

“It’s fine. The snow will melt eventually, we’re not stranded in the wild.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

“It’s okay.” You patted his shoulder. “I can make us something warm to drink. Are you hungry?”

“Not really. Maybe later?”

“Sure.”

You both sat on the couch. Stiles continued sipping on his soda while telling you about one of his dumb classmates.

He seemed distracted, but then again, Stiles always seemed to have a lot in his mind.

“When was the last time it snowed here?”

You should have known he was thinking about that. “The seventies, I think.”

“It just doesn’t make sense.”

You had to agree. Things had stopped making sense in that town long ago. Even your mom, who loved Beacon Hills more than life itself, thought so.

Stiles knew of her borderline obsession with the town, how it ruined her marriage because she couldn’t accept your dad’s desire for a better life, a good career. “Has your mom mentioned anything weird going on?” he insisted. Now full-on detective mode.

“Like magic or…? She hasn’t, to be clear, but you gotta be more specific.”

“Well, it’s more complicated than that. Even if you call it magic, what kind of magic? Is it for nefarious purposes? Are they just pranking the town? Do they have the ability to cause more harm?”

Your eye twitched. “I'm going to bite you if you don't shut up.”

“Maybe I'm into that.”

“How romantic of you,” you grumbled.

You left that place because of all the supernatural bullshit and it still found some way to torment you the few times you visited.

It was a painful reminder of why you only liked small aspects of the town — you were even on the fence when it came to most people. Finding a sense of community was hard in Beacon Hills but your mom insisted otherwise.

"I wish I hadn't come," you admitted out loud. "Why did I listen to mom?"

"Come on, that's unfair. It's just the weather."

"Caused by a fucking curse or something worse! What if someone brought the apocalypse? I haven’t even graduated, and I will die here!"

You supposed he was used to it. His adventures, if you could call them that, had been some kind of fucked up exposure therapy.

There was a reason you never were part of the group, no matter how fond of Stiles you were or how sweet you thought Scott to be — you couldn't come with the things they went through on the daily.

Even hearing about it had been anxiety-inducing. Living it? No, thank you.

"I miss like fifteen minutes ago when I was the one freaking out."

"I miss when things were normal around here.”

"Hey.” He reached over, resting his warm hand on your knee. “I'm here. It's just you and me, okay? Whatever is going on — it can't hurt you. I won't let it."

You would have believed him if the lights didn't flicker for a second.

When the power didn't go out, he smiled at you. "See? Everything's fine."

"That's a stretch."

Stiles tilted his head, observing you. “Do you really hate this place?”

“I—” You pursed your lips and shrugged. “Hate might be too much, but sometimes I wish I could just leave it behind.”

“Ah, it’s not so bad.”

“Says the guy who visits once a year.”

He lifted his hands in surrender.

The cold started to become unbearable in mere jeans and a shirt. You made sure the windows were closed, and as you locked one, you saw just how thick the layer of snow had become.

Not a single inch of the driveway could be seen. “Holy shit.”

There was no way anybody would be able to leave their houses. If they were lucky enough to be home.

Stiles stood behind you, trying to see just what had shocked you so much. “Oh, man.”

“You think… you think this could be fixed?”

“I don't know,” he admitted. “It has to, obviously, but…”

You nodded. It wasn't his fault. “I'll bring some blankets.”

“I'll make you some tea. You're shivering.”

You didn't realize until he told you, but you were in fact shivering.

Finding winter clothes wasn't as easy, and the blankets hadn't even been unpacked from the vacuum-sealed bags your mom kept in the closet.

You were too cold to move properly. The insulation helped with the heat in the summer, but for some reason, it had nothing on the cold.

You dropped some of the blankets through the stairs, scared you would fall if you attempted to carry all of them. Stiles picked them up and quickly laid a couple on the sofa.

“Your tea is ready,” he said softly. That worried tone of his appeared once more. “Come.”

You handed him a pair of sweatpants you snatched from your sibling's room and one of your hoodies. “These should fit if you want to be warmer.”

“Drink that,” he instructed you. “I'll be right back.”

You hugged the mug between your hands, warming up your fingers. The steam hit your face as you brought the mug closer to your mouth, making you aware of how cold the tip of your nose had gotten.

Your first sip didn't do much, but by the third one, you started to feel better. You didn't even know Stiles knew how sweet you liked your tea, but it was perfect.

He was back quickly, sitting beside you and draping one of the thickest blankets over both of your laps.

“Better?”

You hummed, reaching over for the TV remote. “Wanna look for something to watch?”

“Yeah.” He took the remote from you. “Let's see…”

Somehow, you ended up watching a baking contest. As the show continued, you and Stiles got closer looking for more warmth.

He laid on his back. You allowed him to rest his calves on your lap which earned you an incredulous gaze from him.

“Don't be ridiculous,” he told you. “Come here.”

You gave him a wary look. He insisted. You struggled, but you did as he said and laid on top of him, bringing the blanket with you as a cape.

Stiles fixed the blanket on top of you and snuck his hands between the fabric and your sweatshirt. Inhaling deeply, he said, "You smell good."

"I'm trying this perfume out, see if I finally find the one."

"The one perfume, or...?"

"Yeah,” you laughed. “What else?"

"You know, the one."

"Oh, that. Might be too late. Or too soon, who knows? But... doesn't feel plausible right now." You fixed your eyes on the TV where one of the contestants had just burnt caramel. “What an idiot,” you criticized, not truly meaning it. You had never made caramel before in your life, you probably never would attempt to.

Stiles, being Stiles, didn't let you change the subject. "Why not? School?"

"I don't give a shit about school, Stiles. It's nice to have friends and you know, have fun. Things just never work out in the more-than-friends aspect."

"That's great,” he exclaimed in glee.

You lifted your head off his chest. "What?"

"Shit, no, I didn't mean it like that." He fisted your sweatshirt from the back to keep you in place. “I had it all planned, you know? But the snow and its weirdo master or whatever caused this had to ruin it.”

“Ruin what?” you asked softly, afraid you would start assuming nonsense if he didn't explain himself.

“We were supposed to go to Santa's village and ride the Ferris wheel, and I was going to tell you there, maybe bribe the guy so he got us stuck up there for a while… we would look at the town from above and it would have been very romantic, actually.”

“Romantic,” you repeated.

“I really like you," he sighed out. "It's kind of an understatement if I'm being honest.”

So it wouldn't have been nonsense after all. "I... I like you too. Have for a while."

"Yeah?"

You hummed. "I thought it was obvious."

"I thought I was being obvious."

You shook your head. Stiles never gave any indication that he was interested in you, not in that way. He was always nice and considered your opinions, but you chalked that up to being good friends.

"I need to start being obvious, then." His hand came up to the back of your head. "Can I kiss you?"

You kissed him first, resting your hands on his chest. Stiles smiled into the kiss, pushing your face closer to his.

As you both parted for air, he said, "We'll figure it out, right?"

You could only assume he was referring to the distance. "I hope so."

"Let's enjoy these days first," he suggested, for once not being the one to worry. "We should probably make some phone calls, and find out what's going on with the snowstorm." He gave you a quick kiss. "Later, though."

You laughed but agreed. Stiles and you spent the evening sharing lazy kisses and chaste touches, sure you would eventually have enough time to do everything more and the small things in between.

Maybe snowstorms weren't so bad.

Oh, who were you kidding?

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whiskeynwriting · 1 year

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had a thought about mbfd series, and Dave coming over to find mc in her cheer uniform and it just gets him so riled up and feral

What a fantastic idea.

MBFD One-Shot: Roses Are Dead

Dave York x Female Reader

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Word Count: 9.5k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Alcohol consumption, one instance of sexual assault (a kiss on the cheek and small grab), dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, spanking, degradation, oral sex (m and f receiving), brief female masturbation, mentions of male masturbation, dry humping, unprotected vaginal sex, established relationship, some reader descriptions

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A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day my babies <3 I hope you enjoy your V-Day getaway with Daddy Dave

Funny that this is a one-shot but it’s longer than some of the chapters. Just roll with it lolol

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Unfortunately, today isn’t as special as it is in the books, especially when it falls on a Tuesday. Nevertheless, you greet the day with a smile when you wake, happy to have a slow morning due to your afternoon shift. Just like any other morning, you open your blinds, squinting and yawning from the growing light. A few months ago, your first thoughts would consist of work, school, and cheer. But lately, it’s him, he’s the first thing in your head. The first thing when you wake, and the first thing when you go to bed.

When Dave isn’t in your bed, you find it hard to sleep. Lucky for you, he’s been in it quite often as of late. And no, not in that way. Well, not just in that way. He hasn’t gone back home since that night, the night he told the girls about his divorce from their mom. But he’s had some pretty early mornings lately. When he left today, it was about four-thirty, far too early for you to fully wake; but he still kissed your forehead before leaving. You’d like to spend the mornings with him, at least for a little bit before he leaves, but you understand.

The presence of David lives in your house even when he’s not physically here. His reading glasses are on your night stand, well, his nightstand - the one on his side of the bed. There’s a book he’s been reading on the surface, too, along with a cup of water he fills regularly before bed. Smiling, you sigh, already missing him. And in the spirit of longing for your boyfriend, you decide to find one of his shirts, slipping it on over your head.

His too-big t-shirt reaches your thighs as you walk through the hallway, finding the kitchen. You’d left it dirty last night, having cooked dinner but feeling a bit lazy afterwards. Today though, you find it clean. Smiling to yourself, you sigh, knowing it was Dave. He’s not exactly a clean freak, but he is definitely one organized man. Speaking of the devil…

Princess, your new nickname. It makes you feel so giddy and special, as silly as it may be. Besides, previous boyfriends never treated this day with any sort of sentiment, so something as simple as this really means a lot to you.

At the office, Dave chokes on his coffee. Jesus, it’s ten o’clock in the morning. Not that that really matters to either of you.

Before you can wait for his response, the doorbell rings. Whipping your head around, you frown, wondering who it could be. You didn’t order anything, and you’re not expecting anyone, either. After a moment, the person knocks on the door with their knuckles, you dash to your bedroom, grabbing a pair of sweats.

“Hello?” As soon as you’d shimmied them on, you opened the door, nervous to greet your guest. But it’s just a delivery man, one who reads off your name. “Yes?”

Your eyes then drop to what he’s holding, and you smile. “These are for you. Have a good day, ma’am.”

Lips parting in awe, you take them, watching the man walk away. Even when you close the door and sit back down at the kitchen counter, you still can’t believe it. Nobody’s ever sent you flowers before, and to say you feel special would be an understatement. You can easily spot the small card poking out between the flower petals, retrieving it gently before reading it. Folding it open, your eyebrows quirk in curiosity at the writing.

Roses are dead

Violets are blue

Those flowers were hers

But these ones are for you

And then, your phone is buzzing. Before you can even message him about this, he’s calling you.

“Hi, baby.”

Immediately, your voice fills his chest with a sense of contentment. He releases a quiet sigh, smiling on the other end of the line.

“Hi, princess. Did you get the flowers I sent you?”

“I did,” Giggling slightly, you turn, admiring them. “They’re so pretty, no one’s… ever done that for me… before.”

“You deserve it.” Even through the phone, his heart fills with pride. He wishes he could’ve seen your face when receiving them. “ I’d give you the world if I had it.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Yeah, right.” He emphasizes, making you grin.

A moment of silence passes, each of you feeling smitten all over again. Nibbling on your lower lip, you glance back down at the card laying on the countertop.

“Oh, I wanted to ask… what’s with the note? Like, what does it mean?”

“Read it to me.” Dave requests, grinning to himself. He wants to hear you say it.

“Roses are dead, violets are blue, those flowers were hers, but these ones are for you.”

“Every time I gave Carol flowers, they were roses.” His response is immediate, and it makes you freeze up. Why is he telling you that? And on today of all days?

The thought makes him sigh with disappointment, so much time wasted. But now, he has you. “It wouldn't sit right with me if I gave you something that only reminds me of her. So, I got you violets, your own type of flower.”

“David…” It leaves you speechless, the meaning behind this. You never would have expected that to be his answer. “That’s… wow.”

“I love you, honey.” Dave expresses, wanting so badly to have spent this morning with you. “I really… I think you’re the one for me.”

“Baby, really?” Within moments of waking up, Dave has made this your most memorable Valentine’s Day.

“Of course, sweetheart.” Running the blunt edge of his nail along his desk, he hums, “You know, I actually have another present for you today.”

“Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah, how do you feel about going to dinner tonight?”

“Baby! I would love to!”

“Good, I figured it’s about time we had our first date. Our reservations are at seven.”

“Oh, wait. Shit.”

“What?”

“I’m working the evening shift tonight. I really wish I didn’t have to, it’s just been… ugh. Whatever. But I’m so sorry, baby.”

Genuinely, your heart sinks. You didn’t even consider that Dave might want to see you tonight. But right now, he’s not worried about that.

“Wait, what’s going on at work?”

“Nothing, it was just, it was something dumb. Everything’s fine.” Fuck, this is the last thing you want to talk about.

“No…” He drags out, raising a brow. And then he speaks your name, his voice stern as he asks again, “What happened?”

“Dave, it’s nothing.”

“If it’s nothing, then it shouldn't be a big deal for you to tell me.” He doesn’t like knowing about your stressors, but he’ll do everything in his power to relieve you of them.

“It was… yesterday, I mean, it wasn’t really that big of a deal, but…”

“Baby,” His voice is gentler now. “Talk to me.”

“There… something happened yesterday with one of the dads… at pickup.” You begin to explain, thinking back to your shift yesterday at the daycare. “He said some things to me that were… annoying, to say the least. And then sort of… grabbed me. But I -”

“Did he do something?” Dave’s voice is rushed, but not angry or loud. Not yet. But in his own head, Dave is fearing for the worst. What the fuck happened?

“He put his hand on my waist, and… kissed my cheek.”

“What?” David’s eyes go wide, brows raising high. “And where the fuck was his other hand?”

“He put it, well, it… he sort of grabbed my ass.”

“What?! What the hell did your boss say?! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Furious, he stands, running a hand over his face. But on your end, your lip is quivering, tears daring to drip down your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen, and I -”

“What?” He interrupts. “You didn’t mean for it to happen?”

“No! Baby, I promise! I promise I wouldn’t do anything like that!”

“Baby, you don’t think this was your fault, do you?”

“W… What?”

“You told that prick to fuck off and he didn’t, how the hell could that have been your fault?”

Oh. He… kind of has a point. You thought he’d be pissed when he heard about this, not at the man or your work but at you.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” He doesn’t understand, why wouldn’t you go to him as soon as this happened?

“I thought you’d be… mad.”

“I am mad! I’m pissed!” But when he’s met with your silence, he begins to understand. “But… not at you, baby.”

He’s starting to realize that he’s only making this situation worse. His reaction doesn’t exactly scream ‘cool, calm, and collected’. How can he expect you to come to him in the future when he reacts like this?

“I’m sorry, I just, I hate knowing that happened to you.”

“I know.” You mumble, calming down once his voice settles.

“What did your work do about it?”

“Well, I asked for the next day off, today, but they wouldn’t let me. I just wanted a day to collect myself, but they didn’t think it was necessary.”

“Okay, that’s it.” Standing from his desk, Dave puts the call on speaker. “I’m going up there.”

“What? What are you going to say?!”

“I’m going to tell them that you’re not coming in to work today.” He’s already reaching for his jacket, buttoning the front of it.

“Dave don’t! You could get me fired!”

“Not if I tell them I work for the DIA and investigate the livelihood of retired vets and their families.” His answer is quick as hell and honestly, makes a little bit of sense. Your dad was in the military, after all.

“How… how did you come up with that so quick?” You laugh, and it makes your love grin.

“Don’t worry about it.” He replies playfully. “And don’t worry about going into work today. Just get yourself ready, and I’ll pick you up around five, okay?”

“Wait, why five?”

“Oh, I forgot. We have a hotel room, too.”

“What?” At this, a surprised smile spreads fully across your lips.

“If I’m taking you out, I’m making sure there won’t be any familiar faces around to see us. That’s why we’re heading to the city. And if we’re going far, why not stay the night out there, hm?”

“I really can’t even believe you.” With a shocked giggle, you sigh. You feel giddy, filled to the brim with butterflies.

“Well, believe it, princess. Because I’ll be there at five. Get yourself packed and ready, okay?”

Nibbling on the corner of your lip, you nod. “Okay.”

“I love you, baby. I’ll make this right.”

You have to admit, the thought of Dave showing up at your place of work and flashing his badge to stand up for you is… quite the image. Knowing how protective he is of you and the lengths he’ll go to in order to prove it is making you swoon. Thinking of him walking in and putting your boss in his place, wearing his dark gray business suit with his badge on his hip, that deep voice growing stern with intimidation. Between David’s protectiveness and the night he has planned ahead, it’s all making you hot with anticipation.

“I love you, too.”

Taking an hour gap in the middle of his day is easy. With him coming in early and working late so often, he could take an hour break every day if he wanted. More often than not, though, he was too enthralled with his workload to do so. But you’re far more important than any legal document on his desk.

He already knows where you work, of course, but what you’re not aware of, is he knows your employee badge number and your boss’s full name, too. It makes him chuckle, the thought of it. That information was almost too easy to get.

Dave is going to your place of work under the pretense of his job, his specific position. And with that in mind, he keeps himself calm and collected. After all, there isn’t a scenario where he walks out of this building without getting his way. This will be easy for him.

The walls are colored in a bright blue with rainbows and flowers along their edges. At the receptionist’s desk, there’s a jar of candy and a small treasure chest of dollar-store toys. Right behind her sits a board with multiple flyers posted, ones detailing drop-off and pick-up times and the spirit week the facility is hosting for Valentine’s Day. It makes him grin, knowing you come here every day. He’d love to see you with kids, he knows you’re so kind and patient with them.

“Hi! How can I help you?”

“Hi there,” Dave grins, walking up and leaning on the counter’s edge. Lifting his badge, he allows it to lay open, quickly introducing himself. “David York with the Defense Intelligence Agency. I’m here to see a Mr. Adam Hall?”

Immediately, her kind smile fades into shock. She seems surprised and quite impressed, eyes flashing from Dave’s badge to his handsome face. Lips pursing, she swallows, flustered by his confidence.

“Um… y-yes, sir.” The way Dave carries himself would intimidate anyone, and she’s clearly not immune to it.

Picking up the phone, she presses Adam’s line, whispering a quiet, “Hi, there’s someone here to see you.” A moment passes before she responds with, “Law enforcement.”

Shortly after she sets the phone down, Adam is rounding the corner, confused suspicion written all over his face. At this, Dave perks up, happy he didn’t have to wait.

“Dave York.” He says, approaching the man while showing his badge. “Defense Intelligence Agency.”

“H-Hello… I’m um, I’m Adam Hall. What can I help you with, Mr. York?”

“I think it would be best if we talked in your office.” He replies, folding his badge into his front pocket.

Not willing to wait for a response, Dave takes the lead, walking Adam back to his own office. He even takes it upon himself to open the door, allowing your boss to walk in and take a seat at his desk. The entire situation is perplexing to him, his palms sweating with nerves, especially when Dave closes the door behind him.

“I’m here to discussion the accusation of sexual harassment in your place of work?” Dave offers, his voice appearing inquisitive.

“What? Sexual harassment, I, I never, we haven’t seen - ”

“Specifically pertaining to employee number 000245679.”

At this, his lips seal. Dave’s caught him.

“Can I… ask how you received this information?”

Dave is quick on his feet. “The wellbeing of United States veterans and their families is under my direct supervision.” Not exactly a lie - he’s actually dealt with cases like this before. And besides, you are his to care for.

“She’s… a veteran?”

“A close family member of hers is.” Dave clarifies, narrowing his eyes. “I understand a parent was the aggressor in this instance, occurring yesterday at approximately four-thirty in the afternoon, correct?”

“I’m, well, I’m not exactly sure. I don’t have the document in front of -”

“Pull it up.”

Gulping, he does just that, finding it as quickly as he can. “Yes, that is correct.”

“And what happened in this situation, exactly?” He wants Hall to read it himself, and read it aloud to see how ridiculously harsh he’s being on you. You could have sued, and all you asked for was a day off to process things.

“The… um, before clocking out, the employee encountered and greeted one of the children’s parents, Mr…” Hall then glances up, clearing his throat nervously. He trails off, wanting to be professional and leave the father's identity anonymous. But that’s fine, Dave probably would have gone after that man, anyway. “Said parent then complemented employee 000245679 on her physical appearance, and did not stop when she requested. Said father then approached employee 000245679, placing a hand on her waist and kiss, um… kissing her cheek.”

“And?” Dave prompts when your boss’s words stop.

“And laid his other hand on her backside.”

Trying to keep his composure, Dave sighs, glaring at the man before him. “This needs to be dealt with, Adam.”

“Well we’ve, um, we’ve already followed protocol on this, and…”

“Protocol? Claiming employee 000245679 is the one at fault is your protocol? Giving her no reassurance of this situation? Not speaking to this parent? Not even giving her a single day off to process this?”

Adam is silent, eyes barely able to meet Dave’s intense gaze.

“My protocol is as follows - employee 000245679 receives three days of PTO, given that she doesn’t take action for more money against this company. And this father is banned from campus.”

“The, his child is already enrolled in our program.”

“He is no longer allowed to drop-off nor pick them up from this building. Have I made myself and my expectations clear?” Standing, Dave keeps his stare.

“Y-Yes… sir.”

“That’s a good sport.” Dave grins happily, his words condescending. “I will be checking up on your progress, Adam.”

With an anxious nod, he stands to see Dave out, but he’s already walking through the door. Rounding the corner, he encounters the receptionist once again.

“Have a good day…” Dave begins, eyes finding her name tag. “Candice. Good to know.”

With a curt nod and friendly smile, he’s pushing open the door, returning to his car. Yep, just as easy as he’d expected it to be.

Back at his office, Dave finds it easy to return to his work, finishing it just how he always does. Working from the office has been far easier than doing so from home. Even if he were working from your apartment, he knows he’d be distracted.

But before clocking out for the day, he finds his insides growing with nerves. He’s excited to see you, he really is, but he hasn’t felt this anxious in years. Going on first dates just doesn’t… happen to him. He’s been married for so long that he never thought he’d be on one again. He hasn’t dated in decades. And even though the two of you already know each other, have already spent nights together and touched each other, he’s still nervous about it. What if he’s not gentlemanly enough for you? What if he’s too gentlemanly? What if you don’t like the places he’s taking you to? What if you end up wanting to go home? Jesus, he’s really becoming a nervous wreck.

Truthfully, he knows you’ll love anything he does for you. You adored the flowers he sent and because of that, he knows you’ll cherish his last gift for you. A silver necklace with a single pendant - one dried violet encased in resin. Something that will always last and hopefully, always remind you of him.

Placing it back in its tiny box, it gives him the confidence to go forward with these plans. Not that he’d ever cancel. He’s covered all of his bases for this - you’re going an hour away, it’s likely you won’t see any familiar faces. You’re staying overnight, so the both of you can truly enjoy your mini vacation. And lastly, he already told Carol and the girls he’d be spending a few days away from the house, they don’t even know he’s going anywhere. Tonight, it will be just you and him.

On your end, you couldn’t be more excited. You’ve never done something like this, and the fact that he’s taking you out in public is just amplifying it. For some reason, the risk of being caught isn’t scary to you, although it really should be. You also can’t wait to have him all to yourself in a hotel room, how fancy. You’ve enjoyed having him at your apartment, enjoyed the little bits of domesticity. But honestly… you’ve missed the sneakiness, the impulsiveness and excitement. And going on a spontaneous adventure is bringing all of that back.

You can’t contain your little squeal of eagerness when Dave calls, immediately snatching up your phone. “Hey, baby!”

“Hi honey,” The elation in your voice makes him smile, melting his worrisome nerves. “I’m here, are you ready?”

“Yeah! I’ll be right down!”

“Okay, do you need help with anything?”

“No, I don’t think so. Just packed an overnight bag. Oh also, I’m in comfy clothes. I figured I’d change into nicer ones at the hotel?”

“That’s perfect.” He reassures you, eager to see your gorgeous face.

“Okay! I’ll be right down, babe.”

Grabbing your small bag, you sigh, eager to get the night started. You’re wearing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, but inside you packed a nicer dress and a pair of pajamas. On top of your essential bathroom items and charger, you’re ready to go.

Dave’s sparkling silver Tesla is parked right out front, he really doesn’t seem to care anymore. Skipping over to the car, you open the back door, dropping your bag inside before closing it, and heading to the passenger side.

“Hey!”

“Come here.” Already, he’s leaning over the center council, hand finding the side of your face.

Leaning into him, your smiles meet, a giddy hum vibrating from you. He still has his scruff, which your fingers dance along when he gives you a handful of small kisses.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He’s still so smitten with you. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. I’m so excited!”

“I’m glad you are,” Dave sighs, smiling as he returns to his seat. “Get your seatbelt on, we’ve got a long drive.”

Snuggling in, you make yourself cozy, leaning in Dave’s direction. Crossing your legs, you fold your arms on the center console, his free hand landing on your thigh.

“So, you took care of things at work?” Gazing up at him with hearts for eyes, you sigh.

“Oh fuck, I totally forgot!”

Immediately, you shoot up. “What?!”

“Nah,” Dave smiles, laughing. “I took care of it.”

Swatting his arm, you roll your eyes. “Asshole.”

“Well this asshole got you three days of PTO.”

“Wait, really? But I’m part-time, I don’t get PTO.”

“You do now.” Squeezing your thigh lightly, Dave reminisces on the recent memory. And now, you are too. You can just picture it, Dave’s intimidation. And honestly, knowing he went out of his way to protect you like that is making you a little hot for him.

It’s not until now that he realizes, when he’s finally out of work-mode. You were harassed, actually assaulted. Someone invaded your privacy, and he wasn’t there to help. Sure, he made it better now, but he can’t undo what has already been done. And all at once, a wave of emotions surges over him, his grip on your thigh tightening ever so slightly. He feels like he’s failed at his job; he can’t let that happen to you again.

“I can’t believe you did that for me.” Sliding your hand down, you gently grab his wrist.

“I’m here for you, sweetheart.” Comes that deep, rumbly voice. “I won’t let that happen again.”

The excitement you’d been yearning for all comes rushing back as soon as you get to the hotel room. The drive was easy, you mostly slept, but now, you’re full of energy. And once you got through your suite’s door, it became clear that Dave was, too.

His hands are on your hips, dragging them over his own. He can already feel your wetness, having taken off your outer garments. Once you were in just your bra and panties, you climbed onto his lap, wanting him all over again.

“I’ve missed you so damn much.”

“We were only apart for like,” You giggle, feeling the repeated press of his lips. “Eight hours.”

“Too fucking long.” Sliding his hand down, he grabs a fistful of your ass before slapping it, shoving you forward onto him.

He’s resting against the bed’s headboard, sitting up while you straddle his clothed lap. Pressing his open mouth to yours, Dave’s tongue slides inside, tangling with your own while you moan. Your body is resting entirely on his chest, arms looped around his neck while your fingers explore his mocha-toned hair.

“You sexy fucking thing,” He’s breathing hotly against your lips, both hands falling to your backside. “Thought about you all day, about that beautiful mouth and what it can do.”

“You really love blowjobs now, huh?” Your voice is laced in cockiness and lust, the thought of it sending a tingle between your thighs.

“You know I do.” He practically growls against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip.

“Yeah? I love giving them.”

“I can fucking tell.” Just barely, his hips roll up against you, his eyes flashing to his watch to check the time. Forty-five more minutes until your reservation. “Fuck, I love the way you swallow me.”

The last thing you expected this year was to go on a Valentine’s Day getaway with Molly York’s dad. But here you are, grinding down onto his lap while he grabs your bare ass, the two of you tugging on the other’s hair while swapping spit. And you fucking love it.

What would Molly say if she found out? What would she do? Who would she be more upset with? And why? But honestly, it’s pretty hard to think about anything when David’s hand is on the back of your head while he’s shoving his tongue down your throat. Fuck it, you really can’t keep yourself from her dad.

“When do we have to go?” Turning your head, your lips find his cheek, moving over the growing patches of dark hair.

“Forty minutes.” He responds, fingers curling into your hair and pulling.

It yanks you back, puffing your chest out toward him. With this new angle, he dives down, planting his face directly between your breasts.

“Fuck.”

Both hands find their way to your chest, pushing your tits up against his face. While mouthing at them, he groans, feeling your fingernails scrape over his scalp.

“I need to fuck your tits, baby.”

“Yeah? You like ‘em that much, huh?”

“Fuck yes… Jesus. They’re so fucking soft.” And then he becomes muffled, suffocating himself with them once again.

“Baby, I need to get ready soon.” You remind him sweetly while giggling.

“Not yet,” He mumbles, tongue laying over the side of your tit. “Please, not yet.”

He’s touching every part of you that he can, every inch he can reach. It’s been a little over a month and he still can’t get enough of you. He wants more, always. Always more.

“Come on,” Laughing, you tug lightly on his hair, bringing him up for some air. “You can play with them later, okay… daddy?”

“Oh, fuck me.” His face nearly goes slack from it. You’ve really got him under a spell.

With a quick peck, you’re climbing off of his lap, going into your bag to get out the dress you’d packed. It’s easy to slip on, the smooth fabric a lovely feeling against your skin. A pair of sparkling black heels fit your feet nicely, along with a pair of silver earrings to decorate yourself with. And it doesn’t take you long to apply your makeup, years of Pom coached you for that. Besides, you’re going for a simple, nude look anyway.

“Is this fancy enough, baby?” Walking out of the bathroom, you’re satisfied with your look. But you’re more worried about what he thinks.

“Absolutely.” He’s already standing at the mirror, making sure his tie is straight. “You look amazing.”

“Yeah, right.” You grin, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah,” He says, walking toward you. “Right.”

Staring up at him with a bashful smirk, Dave’s hands find your waist, pulling you into him. Shaking his head slightly, he sighs. “I can’t wait to have you tonight.”

“Yeah, and I have a little present for you, too.”

“You know, I also have one.”

“Another one? You’ve already given me enough!”

“Last one,” Your lover grins, “I promise.” And then he’s reaching into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small, flat box. “Here, open it.”

Eyeing him, you offer a look of faux annoyance, glancing down as your fingers pry open the sides. And immediately, your eyes widen, brows folding up in the center from the gift’s sentiment.

“Do you know what it is?”

“Baby, of course I do.” Delicately, your fingers pluck the necklace from its cushion, setting the box down on the table to your left. “A dried violet.”

“I told you,” Dave then says, prompting your eyes to return to his. “It’s your flower now.”

Staring into his eyes, you find yourself becoming emotional. No one has ever treated you like this.

“I love you.”

“I want you to think of me whenever you look at it,” He tells you, “And know how much I love you.”

The flower’s color goes perfectly with your dress, the black and purple hues blending nicely. David even takes it upon himself to place it around your neck, something that makes you swoon all over again. He’s gentle with it, just as gentle as he’s currently holding your hand.

Walking you through the lobby and front doors, Dave easily calls a cab, wanting both of you to be able to drink to your liking tonight. He even goes out of his way to open the car door for you, and the door to the restaurant, too.

It’s easily the nicest establishment you’ve ever been to; you honestly feel like you don’t belong. But David’s head is held high, holding onto your hand with pride. Your difference in age is quite obvious, especially with Dave’s facial hair, but you like it. As misogynistic as may sound, you like being the pretty little thing on Dave’s arm.

“Is this okay for you, honey?” He asks, getting situated in his seat after pulling out your chair. Internally, he’s a nervous wreck, and surprised he’s not sweating bullets.

“What? The restaurant?”

Dave nods, eyes full of worry. He wants you to like it; if you didn’t, he’d easily consider going elsewhere.

“Baby, this is perfect. I’ve never been to a place like this.”

Extravagant chandeliers hang on the ceiling, the walls a deep and elegant red with tables lining its edges. The music is dreamy and quiet, a pianist playing gracefully in the very center of the large room. Each setup has their own dimmed mood lighting, and is far enough away from the others to have private conversation. The smell of bread and garlic fills the air, alongside seafood and fresh greens. You can already feel yourself salivating just from the scent.

Dave is more than happy with your answer, releasing a breath of relief. Smiling, he takes a look at the menu, eyeing a bottle of white he thinks you’d enjoy.

“Would you be okay with me drinking tonight?” He asks, glancing up at you.

You offer an amused grin. “As long as I’m able to drink, too.”

And just like that, Dave is ordering a bottle of wine for the table, alongside water for the both of you and breadsticks to start. After that, you’ll be served spinach and artichoke dip with baked pita and olive oil. You hope you have the will to be able to pace yourself for the rest of your time here.

“Did I tell you where we’re going in a few days?” David asks, watching you take a sip from your glass.

“No, you haven’t!”

“How do you feel about Spain?”

“Spain? I’ve never even been there before!”

Dave smiles at your excitement, sipping at the bourbon he ordered. “Well, we’ll be staying at a hotel in Madrid.”

“I don’t know too much Spanish… is that okay?”

“That’s perfectly fine. I’m fluent, I’ll do all the talking.”

“You are not.” Jaw dropping in awe, you stare at him with lovestruck eyes. How does he still manage to impress you?

“Yeah, I am.” Huffing out a laugh, he nods. “That, and French.”

“Really? When did you have time to learn all of that?”

Dave just shrugs. “Part of the job.”

Your lover’s inner monologue couldn’t be more frantic, but in the best of ways. Every thought is pulling him in its own direction, from Spain to you to work to the restaurant’s food. Mostly though, he’s thinking about you. It’s taking his breath away, how stunning you look. He can see your toned physique through your dress, its silhouette highlighting your curves beautifully. Your neckline isn’t too low, but he can still see the dip of your cleavage. What he wouldn't give to run his tongue up that valley right now. He can still taste your tits on his tongue from when he worshiped them in your suite, the flavor of your skin reminiscing within him. He wants nothing more than to pull you aside, run his palms along your body and grab your softest places. And the way you did your makeup tonight has him smitten, your eyelashes fluttering gracefully with your smooth lips fucking taunting him in that shade of lipstick. He’s going to ruin you tonight.

“Dave?”

“Hm?” Eyes immediately darting up, you see him become slightly flustered, a shade of pink coloring his ears.

“You’re that distracted, huh?” You tease, placing your elbows on the table so you can fold your hands together, resting your chin on them.

“Yeah, baby…” He sighs, eyes dropping to your chest again. “You look so good tonight.”

The only thing that pulls him out of this trance is when your food comes, and even then, he finds it difficult to look away. But the smell of your food easily captures your attention, the seafood pasta you ordered already making your mouth water.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” Your waiter asks, clasping his hands together.

Before even touching his food, David does about you. “Do you want another drink? A different type of wine?”

“No, it’s okay, babe. I really like this one.” Reassuring him with a kind smile, you then transfer it to the waiter. “Thank you.”

“You know,” Staring at your plate, you smile, twisting your fork into the buttered pasta. “You’ve been such a gentleman.”

“Really?” Almost desperately, he looks up. “You think so?”

“Are you kidding me? The flowers? The hotel? My necklace? This restaurant? And then what you did at work? I really can’t believe you’re doing all of this for me.”

Internally, you wonder if he’d done these types of things for Carol, too. And whether or not he did, you hope he continues to do it with you.

“I told you I’d take care of you.” He says while stabbing his fork into a piece of food. “Whatever you want,” And then he’s looking up into your eyes, carob-colored orbs staring into your own. “It’s yours.”

And he really meant it. Because as soon as you said you, I want you, he was paying for your bill. He’d been itching to get his hands back on your body since you left his lap in the hotel room. Before leaving, though, he asks if you’d like anything else. More wine? Dessert? Being that it’s Valentine’s Day, you ordered two slices of cheesecake with strawberry drizzle and chocolate ganache, hoping to share it back in your room.

“Come here,” He rushes out, pushing you up against the wall.

“Baby,” Comes your small giggle. “I have to put this in the - ”

“Just put it down.” Grabbing the box from your hand, he shoves it onto the nearest table, both hands then quickly falling to your ass.

He’s pulling it up, scrunching it along your hips as he positions himself between them. Already, he’s grinding into you, breathing heavily against your neck. You can feel the pressure, the firm weight of his body moving against you, and you almost can’t breathe from it. Your hands find his head, his hair, eyes closing as he starts sucking on your neck.

“Baby…” Gently, you roll your pelvis forward, grinding against him, and it only provokes him to press you further into the wall.

“You’re so beautiful,” Dave mumbles, hands incessant on your body. He’s running his palms along your waist, squeezing your curved features before traveling to your thighs and grabbing them, too. “Fuck, how do you have such a hold on me?”

Breathlessly, you find your words. “Let me get out of this first, baby. Don’t you wanna see your surprise?”

“Fuck.” Dropping his head down, he catches his breath, lifting his head to look you in the eyes. Swallowing thickly, he then nods. “Okay.”

Against his better judgment, he backs up just enough for you to wiggle out between him and the wall. Taking his hand, you kiss it, dropping it when you walk off toward the bathroom. “I’ll be right back.”

With a heavy breath, Dave shakes his head, making his way over to the bed. Plopping himself down, he lays back, running a heated palm over his face while he groans. The pulse in his crotch is already so apparent that it hurts, and he’s not sure if you’re getting lingerie on or what but he honestly doesn’t even care. You could come out in a goddamn ghillie suit and he’d still jump on you.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?” He replies, head turning in your direction.

“Where are you?”

“Laying on the bed…” His voice trails off as he says it, curious about your plan. “Why?”

“Okay, close your eyes. And stay there!”

Huffing out a chuckle, he does as he’s told, folding his hands over his stomach while doing it. “Okay.” He calls back, “Ready.”

Slowly, the bathroom door creeps open, poking your head out to make sure he’s telling the truth. And when you see that he is, you step toward him with quiet feet.

“Keep them closed, baby…” You remind him gently, running your palms up his covered thighs.

It makes him smile, his insides tingling with excitement. What is this?

Crawling onto his lap, you situate yourself over him, placing your hands on his chest. With a giddy smile, you hum, whispering to him. “Okay, open them.”

He keeps a straight face as his eyelids flutter, caramel orbs growing a bit wide. At first, he sees your face, your angelic face. But then his gaze trails down, taking in the fabric of your tightly cropped top, its bedazzled hemline and long black sleeves. Your midsection is showing, your cute little belly button resting just above the edge of your skirt, more sparkles lining its edge.

“Oh my fucking god.”

It’s funny how quick his opinion on these outfits has changed. When Molly first came home in it, he was livid. Why the fuck did it have to be so short? So revealing? He understands she’s not in high school anymore but still, he wasn’t happy about it. But with you, it’s the complete opposite. He wishes your uniform showed more.

“Do you like it, baby?” It’s a timid question, said while dragging your pointer finger down his chest.

“Baby…” His voice is low, hands reaching up to take hold of your hips.

The first time he ever saw you in it, he’d imagined bending you over and fucking you brainless. And now, he finally has that chance.

“This is for me?” Dave mumbles, unable to tear his eyes away from you.

“Mhm,” Tilting your head to the side, you reach out to cup his face, bringing his gaze back to you as you repeat, “Do you like it, daddy?”

“Princess,” Huffing out a quick breath, he shakes his head. “Get on your fucking knees.”

Before you even have a chance to move, he’s sitting up and pushing you off of his lap. You stumble back, quickly feeling Dave’s hands grab you. He spins you around so your back is against the bed, watching you fall to your knees just like he said.

“Fuck me.” He’s already undoing his belt, “Baby, you have no idea how much I like it.”

“I think I’m getting the hint.” You grin, staring up at him.

You look so pretty, resting on your knees for him, waiting patiently while he undresses. And he does so rapidly, fumbling with his pants before reaching in to pull himself out.

“Baby,” He says, already fighting for breath. “I want you to suck on it.”

He’s completely full and resting in front of your face, tip red and leaking, dripping. Leaning in, your tongue lays out to catch some of it, and you swear you see him twitch. Reaching up, you go to place your hand on his base, but he swats it away.

“No hands.” That deep voice demands, “Just do it.”

The way he’s speaking to you makes your eyes go wide, leaning back against the bed as your lips part for him. His right hand falls behind your head, his other on his base to guide the tip in. Watching intently, his brows narrow, feeling his tip run across your soft skin. He slides it over your bottom lip, glossy precum oozing from the slit.

“I love your little uniform…” He tells you lowly, “Remember seeing you in it for the first time.”

“Rea -”

“No talking.” He grunts, shoving himself in, and you immediately gag on him. “Swallow it, princess, I know you can do it.”

You wiggle back, trying to get a breath but he doesn't let you. Leaning further in, he presses you against the side of the bed, the hand he had on his base moving to hold your jaw open.

“Oh, god.” Tossing his head back, Dave releases a guttural groan, the length of him pulsing inside your throat. Gently, he pets at your hair, feeling you begin to settle down beneath him. “There you go, princess.”

Keeping your eyes open, you stare up at him, doing your best to take deep breaths. You’re also trying to keep your hands at your sides, this new rule forcing you to beg for him. And when he tilts his head back down to see your pretty eyes, he moans, eyes raking over your features. His thumb slides toward your mouth, prodding at your bottom lip.

“A little cheer girl…” He mumbles, a cocky smirk pulling on the corner of his lips. “All for me.”

While maintaining eye contact, you wiggle your tongue beneath him, his jaw dropping as he hisses from the sensation. That’s when both hands drop to your face, his hips moving back. He sets a gentle pace, reveling in the smooth slide of your tongue. Hesitantly, you reach up, wanting to hold his thighs. But remembering his new rule, they shoot back down.

“Good girl,” He praises happily, surprised by your restraint. “Baby, that was so good.”

It provokes a small, happy mewl from your throat, drool slowly but surely beginning to pour down your chin. He can feel it, too, every time his scrotum connects with your skin. The squelch of it quickly becomes loud, but he doesn’t really care. Your blowjobs were usually sloppy.

“Jesus Christ,” He grunts, running the fingers of his dominant hand through the hair at the crown of your head. Harshly, he fists it, moving forward to completely pin your head against the bed. It surprises you, so much so that your hands reach out to grab the fronts of his thighs.

“I said no fucking touching.” Grabbing your wrist, he snaps it to the side, tossing it away from him.

Harshly, he fucks himself into your mouth, staring down while trying to catch his breath. Jesus, he wishes you were both in the stadium. Thinking about pulling you to the side at halftime and fucking your face is making his high arrive far too fast.

“You’re taking it so good, swallowing me so good…” His praise lights your body on fire, makes you moan and want for his touch. “How’s it taste, huh? You like how I taste?”

“Mhm,” Is the most you’re able to get out, eyes rolling back as he slides down your throat again. His tip repeatedly punches against your inner skin, the space between your legs tingling with excitement. And if you can’t touch him, you figure you might as well touch yourself.

David feels your slight shift, glancing further down as he watches your hand slither between your legs. Lifting up the front of your skirt, Dave can see the black lining underneath, your tiny fingers rubbing over it.

“You dirty little thing.” It would be considered degradation if he didn’t say it so lovingly.

The angle is awkward but he wishes so desperately that it wasn’t. He’d give anything to watch you rub yourself while you sucked on him. But he’s already too close to his high, and he wants to do so much more.

With a firm grunt, he pulls himself out of your mouth, listening to your harsh gasp punch into the air. Your chin and neck are wet from it, even the very front of your top.

“C’mere, princess.” With a small groan, he leans down, picking you up by your armpits.

You barely have time to find your footing before he’s shoving you backwards onto the bed and climbing over you. You’re shocked, what is he doing?

“Keep your hands to yourself, sweetheart.” He reminds you, placing his knees on either side of your biceps.

It cages you in, along with his weight pressing into your chest. But he does his best to keep himself upright, not wanting to hurt you. And after a moment, you come to your senses, thinking he must want you to suck him off like this. But that’s before he’s yanking the edge of your top up over your tits. You chose not to wear any garments beneath the uniform, so when he pulls the top up, your breasts immediately bounce out.

“Look at that,” His eyes have gone wide, irises blown as he stares down at your naked chest. But then he does something you wouldn’t have even fathomed. He spits.

Reaching down, he rubs it over your chest, sliding it up and down the valley between your breasts. Your breaths become heavy and ragged, pretty eyes staring up at him as you call out, “David.”

“Have I told you how badly I wanna fuck your tits?” He’s still not looking at you, his wet thumb gliding over your pretty, pebbled peak.

Spitting into his palm, he then returns it to his base, running it over his erection. Inside, your heart is pounding, watching Dave touch himself in front of you like this. And he’s towering over you, chest expanding with every heavy breath.

“Yeah…” Mumbling, he leans in, placing the thickness of his cock in that luscious divot. His hands find either side of your breasts, pushing them together. Dave’s eyes roll back when he does it, feeling your softness encase him. “Yes… yes.”

All too quickly, he’s thrusting himself against you, sliding his cock between your tits while those broad hands continue to fondle them. Occasionally, his thumb will swipe over your nipple, his breaths already quick and erratic.

“Baby, daddy,” Your voice is high and desperate, pleading with him, “Can I please touch you? Please?”

Easily, he gives in, nodding. “Yeah, princess. Touch me, do whatever you want to me.”

Instantly, your hands come up, arms wrapping around his thighs. Your fingertips caress the exposed skin along his pelvis, the curly hairs at his base.

“Fuck me, I’m gonna cum.”

“Really, daddy?”

“Baby, I can’t, I can’t help it. Fuck.”

“Are you gonna cum on my tits, daddy?” You’re only egging him on, feeling the firm thrum of the vein along his shaft.

“Oh, I want to, baby. I really want to.”

“Please do it, baby. Please.” Your voice is soft as you coo to him, staring up at his focused face. But all he’s looking at is your bouncing flesh as it jiggles around his erection, his spit creating the perfect slippery space for him to fuck.

“S-Shit, shit.”

You’re almost speechless, witnessing his reaction to this. Staring up at him with wide eyes and parted lips, the only thing that rips your attention away from him is the warm splatter covering your breasts. He’s groaning above you, hips jerking against your chest. His jaw has dropped completely, brows furrowing harshly as he watches it spurt from his tip. The sensation of it shivers through his pelvis and up his spine, his lungs doing their best to get in adequate breaths.

“Baby…” Sighing, you smile, adoring the blissful look on his face. “Can you get a towel for me?”

Tilting his head, he stares down at you, wondering aloud, “You think I’m not gonna fuck you in this?”

Honestly… yes, you absolutely thought that. With him cumming so quickly, you thought he’d be done for the night. But you’re happily surprised to find out otherwise. And Dave is easily able to read your reaction based on your sly grin.

Climbing off your chest, Dave sighs, dropping his pants the rest of the way down his legs. And when you finally sit up, Dave is right in your face, cupping your cheek so he can kiss you. But you’re only allowed one before he’s grabbing your hips again, this time flipping you onto your stomach. And you move easily with him, the strength he has not giving you much room to protest.

“Fuck, baby.” His voice is ragged, his left hand smacking your ass while his other hold shoves your skirt up and over your hips. Dragging the thin material to the side, he exposes your glistening pink lips, immediately moving to rub his tip against them.

He’s already half hard, his body clearly pent up from the surprise you gave him tonight. Slapping himself against your backside, he groans when you wiggle your hips against him, grinding against his pelvis. By now the spend on your chest has rubbed into the bedsheets, but it’s not really a concern for you. You’ll likely shower afterwards, and you’re sure Dave will call for new sheets.

“I love you,” It was the last thing you expected him to say, but it makes your heart swoon.

“Baby,” Softly, you whine for him. “I love you, too.”

And then, he’s sliding in, his head prodding at your entrance. He easily makes it past the thin skin of your outer lips, feeling your heat surround him once again. And when he’s halfway in, both hands find your hips, guiding you back as he pushes further in.

“Baby,” Gasping, your fingers reach for the comforter, fisting it in your hand.

It stings slightly, and how you’re not used to his girth yet astounds you. A small flutter washes through your hips, and David can feel it. He groans from the way you pulse around him, from the texture of your slick, gummy walls sucking him in.

“I wanna do this again.” He then states, his pace much quicker than before. “Please let me fuck you in this again.”

“You like it that much, huh, daddy?”

“I fucking love it, you’re so goddamn sexy in this.”

Before you can respond, he’s hitting something so powerful inside you that it forces a cry from your throat, a euphoric shiver running through your body.

“I remember the first time I saw you do the splits, your pretty little ass hanging out beneath your skirt. Fuck me, that was so hot, baby.”

“I like that you saw,” You’re breathless, the memory making your insides fizzle with arousal and ecstasy. “I w-wanted you to see.”

Baring his teeth briefly, David’s palm smacks down on your cheek, the hit stinging your soft skin. “I fucking knew it.”

“D-Daddy,” You almost can’t even respond to him, the wetness from your arousal mixing with his own, the combination beginning to drop down your legs.

“And when I saw you do it in my backyard… god damn. I touched myself to it, did you know that, princess? I touched myself to the thought of you after you did that.”

“Fuck, baby!” Thinking of Dave jerking off after seeing your flexibility makes you grin. His want for you was always so obvious, you still wonder how others don’t see it. “I love that, I love it…”

Another swat at your ass and you’re tossing your head back, ragged groans and high whines slipping past your lips. It takes everything in you to bounce back against him, but truthfully, it’s useless. Dave is doing most of the work and he doesn’t mind one damn bit.

“And you were so quick to show me your tits.” He huffs out, laughing. “You were such a whore for it.”

“Fuck me.” Groaning, you smile beneath him, shoving your face into the covers.

“Look at you now,” He coos mockingly, “All bashful for me.”

Leaning over your pliant form, he presses his clothed chest to your barely-covered back. “You weren’t so bashful when I was fucking your mouth, were you, princess?”

Reaching around, your hand finds the back of his head, tilting your own back to press your cheek to his. Smirking, he hums from the feeling of your fingernails dragging across his scalp, his hips unrelenting in their pace against your ass.

“And now you’re mine, all for me. My pretty girl, my perfect princess. You think anyone else is gonna touch you while you’re with me? Huh, baby?”

“No,” Comes your small whimper, your small pleasure center throbbing from the friction you’re receiving. The point of your pelvis is rubbing against the bed with every one of David’s thrusts, and it’s making your head spin.

“Jesus, I can’t believe I get to cum in your tight pussy. Just a sweet thing, a young girl for me to touch whenever I please.”

“Y-Yes, baby. Yes…”

He’s rambling, exposing his innermost thoughts and not regretting one word of it. The way you’re trembling is evident, and it makes him grin.

“Are you going to cum, baby? I won’t be happy until you do.”

“Please, make me. It feels so good when you make me…”

Stuffing his hand down between your belly and the bedsheets, he lowers it to find your throbbing clit, spreading your lips to rub the pad of his pointer finger over it. Almost immediately, you’re crying out and pushing back against him, but his weight keeps you down. Turning his head, he plants an array of kisses on your cheek, from quick to sloppy to firm. Arching your back slightly, you accept it, the euphoria that overcomes you. It’s like you can’t register anything besides him, besides the press of his weight and the sensation of his kisses, the forceful, blissful intrusion of his erection. Pressing against your backside, he stills, shoving himself entirely inside. And the way you choke him forces a guttural groan from his chest, heavy and humid breaths fanning out over your skin.

But then, he’s lifting himself, pulling out with his dominant hand flying down to his shaft. With hurried breaths, he stares down at your ass, jerking himself off over the entrancing curves of it. This time around, it shoots from his tip, thick ropes landing over your bare curves and uniform, painting everything in the nearest vicinity white. You can feel how hot it is, the gooiness of it dripping over your skin. He watches it soak into the fabric of your skirt, smirking to himself at the sight of it. And after a moment, he slows, squeezing the last few drops from his tip.

“D-David,”

“I’m here,” Comes his instant response, left hand gripping you tight. “I’m here, baby…”

Dropping to his knees, he breathes a sigh of contentment, saying once again, I’m here, before shoving his face between your legs.

“Jesus!” You shriek, taken completely off guard by the act.

But he doesn’t stop, he just moans. The vibrations overstimulate you, your hips jerking from it as you giggle. But his hands lift to your hips, keeping you still. Rapidly, his tongue pokes out to lick you, sliding through your sensitive lips with the tip just barely flicking your clit.

And while he enjoys you from behind, you relax into it, reveling in this moment. You’ve never had a man enjoy you so openly, worship you so fully. And you find yourself wondering how he’s going to be on your vacation.

#ahhh #I LOVE IT #Daddy Dave #MBFD #MBFD series #My Best Friend's Dad series #Dave York #Dave York x you #Dave York x reader #Dave York x female reader #Dave York smut #Pedro Pascal character #Pedro Pascal character fanfic

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whoops, i almost forgot about the star trek update. tuesday we watched tng's "firstborn" and "bloodlines" and last night we watched ds9's "the wire" (honorific)

firstborn (tng):

i was actually bracing for this one to suck ass bc everyone says worf is a bad dad. and i dont think he is!!! like, it doesn't come as easily to him as it does to sisko, and he sometimes forgets to be gentle or kind with alexander because he's so laser focused on how things SHOULD be he forgets to the importance of taking others' feelings into account, but that's how he is ALL THE TIME with EVERYONE not just his kid. considering the circumstances i'd say he's doing well

before we get started, GREAT cameo from the duras sisters. i was initially really annoyed with their tit windows but im becoming rather fond

i really liked "the family protector guy "k'mter" at first because he said all the right things to alexander...like, it's scary not being able to defend yourself, etc. then he also was a dick to alexander and i was really exasperated...but then he IS alexander so that totally fixes it. he's angry with himself and conflicted and just wants a HUG FROM HIS DAD and that FIXED it!!! like when he said "nobody will look at you and see a human you are alone on this ship" initially it felt like racism but it being like, not quite self-loathing but just bitter experience...that's actually so clever

this is the only episode where they brought up alexander's mom kind of hating ""klingon stuff"" and how that could possibly have negatively impacted him and it only got two lines of dialogue but still. i think it's really damning that she hated her own heritage and also brought her kid up to hate it and now he's sort of out here...pretending to be human, almost, to the point where he doesn't want to participate in hsi own culture or even bond with his own father (a klingon). like it sucks so bad for him

i was afraid that the plot twist would be "k'mter talks alexander into wanting to be a warrior after all just when worf realizes he doesn't have to be" which would have been sad but a real "oh shit" of an ending. mixed feelings about them not doing that but i understand why they wanted to properly wrap things up for s7

i almost forgot but rare w for picard for bending the rules a little bit to give worf time to go to the klingon festival with his kid. credit where it is due

bloodlines (tng):

i have never been so BITTERLY DISAPPOINTED.......................

they gave. picard. an affair baby.

THEY GAVE HIM AN AFFAIR BABY!

what have i been saying since farpoint! he has an affair baby! AND THEY GAVE HIM ONE

AND THEN TOOK IT AWAY

what was the POINT OF THE EPISODE

if that's not his fucking affair child

pussy ass little FUCKS couldnt commit to changes...

i can't even remember what else happened in this episode i was so disappointed about this plot twist

oh yeah actually i do remember picard made a bald joke which i THINK was the only time he's done that in seven seasons? i think the only time ANYONE'S done it? please correct me if i am wrong but i was so shocked it got a big laugh out of me. also a rare w for picard. if he made bald jokes more often i'd hate him less maybe

oh yeah i'm coming back to add this later but it was really hilarious that picard was so torn up over his not-son being a little criminal. his horrific unforgivable spelunking crimes. so true.

the wire (ds9)

ooohhhhhhhhhhhh my god. oh my GOD. let's fucking...get into it

i rly thot garak was just a guy but not only is he a former assassin he's a current junkie. A JUNKIE! he's just like me fr

also, he can act? like that scene where he was withdrawing and saying horrible shit to julian......i was on the edge of my seat.

i love that he gave us 3 different stories about how he got kicked out. i'm gonna be honest, i looked it up, and apparently we never find out the truth? that is a bold fucking move. a daring choice. we, like julian, will never have any certainty. like, sure, i WANT to believe he released some kids from being tortured, but it's also equally as likely that he killed civilians or did a number of other horrible things

like, the fact that he can lie about it even while under significant distress.........king. like you could say oh that's the true one because that's the one where he was physically unwell but he also referred to "elim" in that one which gives it the ring of a potential falsehood

julian forgiving him anyway, even after all the horrible stuff he said, even after being physically ATTACKED (WHICH WAS SCARY!!! i was scared of him!!!!!) for "whatever he did," just because garak said "i need to know someone forgives me"..........AUGHGHGH JESUS CHRIST

THE FACT THAT HE WON'T TALK ABOUT IT. he won't tell even US what he did. eliot spencer core actually. i am beside myself about it all

maybe he's right and it is all true. maybe he destroyed a ship and framed a friend AND let some kids go. it's literally none of business though like he's not gonna tell us

anyway, i heard the term "brain implant" and nearly died on the spot, so 10/10 episode

honestly, they should have just upgraded this guy to a regular. he is so good

NEXT TIME: tng's "emergence" and ds9's "crossover" AND YES I KNOW THAT'S MIRRORVERSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#personal #star trek blogging #tng lb #ds9 lb

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Secret Birthday–Joe Keery

When you work on a big Hollywood set, things are crazy and constantly busy. There isn't much time to celebrate a CGI artist's birthday.

Being an only child, my parents always made a big deal about my birthday. Breakfast in bed, a shopping trip with my mom, visiting my dad for lunch, and a fancy dinner where we go to my favorite restaurant all dressed up.

When I went to college, I was so busy with school, projects, and work that I didn't have time to celebrate my birthday. My parents still tried to celebrate it though. They'd call me and wish me a happy birthday. My dad always sent me money to go to dinner and my mom always sent more money for to me go shopping. They'd make sure to send my gift the day before so I'd have something to open on my birthday.

Today, I had to work on my birthday and it really bothered my mom.

"I don't understand why you couldn't take the time off," she sighed into the phone.

"We're in the middle of the season," I chuckled.

"So? One day is not going to kill them." I heard my mom sigh before she added, "I feel bad that your father and I didn't come visit you. Now you're stuck at work all day."

"You came down last year," I tried to reassure her. "And besides, you and Dad live five and a half hours away. You can't drive down on a Tuesday to take me to dinner."

"But it's your birthday," Mom sighed.

I let out a small laugh. "Besides, I can't just take a day off because it's my birthday. The special effects we're working on are insanely difficult."

"At least tell me you're going to go to a fancy restaurant all dressed up."

"Going to a restaurant in a fancy dress by myself is kinda pathetic, don't you think?"

"What are the kids saying these days?" She asked with a giggle. "Treat yourself!"

"Mom!" I laughed. "Look, I will pick up some cupcakes from Albertsons on my way home."

"No," she said quickly. "I want you to go to a nice bakery and get yourself a whole cake! Splurge and get you an ice cream cake from Baskin Robbins."

"How about I get both?" I teased.

"I'll have Dad send some extra money to pay for them."

"You don't have to do that," I sighed. "I was kidding about the two cakes, Mom."

"Honey, my little girl is living in a big city by herself and doesn't have anyone to celebrate her birthday with. Of course we're sending you money."

"Love you, Mom."

"Love you too, sweetheart. Happy birthday."

"It's your birthday?"

I turned around to see Joe standing in my office doorway.

"It is," I said, slightly clearing my throat.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't think it was a big deal," I shrugged.

"Y/N, we've been friends since season 1," Joe sighed as he walked in and sat on the edge of my desk. "How could I not know today was your birthday? You know when mine is."

"It's really not a big deal, Joe. I don't celebrate my birthday."

"Why not?"

"I don't know," I sighed. "I'm an only child and my parents live in Arizona. With my birthday being on a Tuesday, my dad couldn't miss work just so they can take me to dinner. They can't drop everything and drive the five and a half hours."

"You don't go out with friends or. . . or a boyfriend?"

I wasn't sure why he paused before adding "boyfriend", but I shrugged.

"No one knows," I said, suddenly realizing how sad this sounded.

"Well," Joe hesitated, "why don't we all go out tonight?"

"No," I probably said too quickly. "It's really not necessary, Joe. I'm sure everyone wouldn't. . ."

"Wouldn't what?" He chuckled. "Want to go out dancing or to dinner? It would be fun. We could get dinner and I know a club that doesn't sell alcohol so the kids could come without it causing a problem."

"Joe," I cut him off. "We don't need to make a big deal out of this."

"You're my best friend, Y/N. I feel horrible that I've never celebrated it with you. Or even wondered about it. Wow, I'm a shitty friend."

"No, you're not," I said quickly. "You've been an amazing best friend, Joe. When I first moved here, I was scared and alone. You instantly became my friend. You don't realize this, but you saved me."

"How?" He asked with a cheeky smile slowly forming.

"Before I started working on Stranger Things, I was really depressed. I was new to the city. I was alone. And I was about to give up on my dream when you complimented my doodle at Starbucks. You got me the job that saved my career and saved me."

Joe smiled. He opened his mouth to say something but he was called to set. His face dropped but I sent him a reassuring smile.

"You should go," I said, nodding towards set. "They need Steve Harrington, Hawkins Best Babysitter."

"We're not done talking about this," he said trying to sound angry but it came off jokingly. I folded my arms over my chest, unable to calm the raging zoo in my stomach.

"How about this," he said slowly as he turned back toward me, "why don't I take you to a restaurant? We can even get all dressed up. That's what you and your parents would do, right?"

"We'll, us but. . ."

"Then it's settled! I'll pick you up a little before 6 tonight."

"Joe, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but you don't need to go out of your way," I sighed.

I wrapped my arms around myself, slightly starting to feel uncomfortable. Joe has been my best friend since the first day of Stranger Things. A little piece of me couldn't understand why he wanted to be my friend. And now, a bigger piece of me couldn't understand why he wanted to make such a big deal about my birthday.

"Y/N," he said with his smile that I could never say no to. "It's your birthday. We're going to dinner."

* * * * *

"I'm so happy you aren't sitting at home," Mom sighed almost dreamily.

As soon as I texted my mom that Joe and I were going to dinner, she called me. She's been talking to me about it the whole time I've been getting ready.

"It's just dinner," I stuttered nervously.

"I've always liked Joe," she giggled. "He's sweet and funny and cute."

"He's just a friend," I cut her off.

"Really?" Mom laughed. "Because with how you talk about him, it doesn't sound like it."

Before I could defend myself in a way that neither my mom nor I believed, there was a knock at the door.

"I gotta go, Mom. Joe's here."

"Yay!" She cheered. "Call me after your date and tell me everything!"

"It's not a date," I mumbled even though she had already hung up. I put my phone in my purse and fixed my dress. I shook off as many of the nerves as I could before answering the door.

"Hey, birthday girl," Joe smiled. "You ready? I found this new Italian restaurant not too far from set."

I smiled, my stomach doing crazy flips as Joe held out his arm for me. I could feel my face burning as I looped my arm through his. I felt like I was shaking as Joe led us down my driveway.

The ride to the restaurant wasn't full of conversation. We sat in a comfortable silence as the radio softly played. Once we parked, I started to open my door but Joe reached across me and closed it.

"What are you doing?" I chuckled.

"It's called chivalry," he smirked.

I laughed and started nervously chewing on my bottom lip as he got out of the car, walked around to my side, and opened the door for me. Before I could get out, he reached his hand out for me to take. I intertwined our hands and he helped me out of the car.

"Chivalry isn't dead," I teased.

We walked into the restaurant, the hostess's face brightening up.

"Oh my gosh!" She giggled.

An older male, who looked like her manager, walked over and cleared his throat. He leaned in and whispered something to her. Her face immediately dropped and she walked away.

"I apologize for that, Mr. Keery," the gentleman sighed. "I told my staff and told them you were coming. They were supposed to be on their best behavior."

"That's alright, Marcus," Joe smiled.

"Let me make sure your table is ready."

As he went into the back, I turned toward Joe. "I thought you said this place was new. Have you been here before?"

"The head chef, Louis, is a friend of my father's," Joe explained. "He just opened the place. I called him to see if we could get a table at short notice and he set everything up. He told me that he'd talk to the staff and make sure none of them made a big deal about us."

"You mean you," I smirked at him.

"I didn't want to have to worry about fans or pictures during your birthday dinner," he said, looking away. I squeezed his arm, making him look back at me.

"That's really sweet of you," I whispered as Marcus walked back.

"Right this way, you two."

* * * * *

The waiter had just brought our drinks when Joe broke the silence. "Okay," he sighed. "I have to know. Tonight we have been more awkward than we have been in our entire friendship. If you're really uncomfortable, I can take you home. I didn't mean to drag you here."

"You didn't drag me," I said with a small chuckle. "You convinced me."

"I don't know if that sounds any better," he joked half-heartedly.

"Joe," I said, trying to sound reassuring. "If I hadn't wanted to come, I wouldn't have. It's just. . ."

"What?" Joe asked as he reached over and grabbed my hand.

"I don't know," I stuttered, my voice dropping. "I can't be the only one. . . I mean, am I the only one who feels a little awkward?"

"No," Joe smiled as he readjusted his grip on my hand. "You aren't the only one. My entire drive to pick you up I kept wondering if this was a mistake."

"Really?"

"Really," he said gently. "I have to admit something to you, Y/N."

"Okay," I said softly.

"Ever since we've met, I've had. . . Well, I've been. . . I started to. . ." He looked up at me and suddenly got embarrassed. He let out a small laugh as he reached up and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I may or may not have a tiny or a gigantic crush on you," he admitted. I smiled when he started chewing his bottom lip as he waited for me to respond.

"Well," I said, clearing my throat as I looked down at our intertwined hands. "That's interesting because I may or may not have a tiny or gigantic crush on you too."

I blushed as Joe tried to stop himself from smiling. He opened his mouth to say something, but our waiter brought our entrees. We sent each other shy smiles as we started eating. A few minutes into our pasta, Joe reached across the table and grabbed my hand.

We spent the night talking about work, our families, and our lives before we met. By the end of the night, I felt closer to Joe than ever before. As we left the restaurant, Joe instantly took my hand and we walked to the car.

This time as we drove to my apartment, we continued our conversation. When we got to my apartment, I started to get out of the car but smiled when Joe got out too. I waited for him to open my door. As soon as I was out of the car, Joe grabbed my hand. We walked up to my door in silence.

I was about to unlock my door, but Joe pulled on my hand. The second I was facing him, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I instantly let go of his hands and wrapped my arms around his neck as I kissed him back.

The kiss was gentle yet said so much. The butterflies in my stomach officially turned into a zoo as Joe and I kissed. We broke the kiss when neither one of us could breathe. I leaned back, looking into Joe's eyes as we caught our breaths. For some reason, I had the courage to ask a question I'd never asked a guy before.

"Would you like to come in for a nightcap?"

#joe keery #joe keery imagines #joe keery x reader #joe keery POV #stranger things

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So I just watched Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves. (Rented from Redbox)

It was good and I really liked it. If I could just change one thing it would be this. Spoilers I guess but it’s been out on DVD for a bit.

I think it would’ve been hilarious, if at some point there something like this happened….I’m not sure where, but somewhere before something ridiculous happens, like when Doric changed into the owlbear and smashed Sofina around. There’s a zoom in on Doric and she says, “I Hulk Smash Sofina into the ground.” and there’s just a disembodied voice that says, “pardon?”

Cut Away gag. 5 random big name actors sit around the table, I’m talking like Ryan Reynolds, Matt Damon, Natasha Lyonne, Anne Hawthaway and like Brad Pitt are sitting around a table. (Sort of think how in the later Thor movies Matt Damon is playing the actor playing Loki just cause cameos. Pick and choose who it is but I really like especially Ryan and Natasha as I think they’d both have fun)

Natasha: “what? I grab Sofina and just smash her into the ground repeatedly like Hulk did to Loki in Avengers.

Ryan (who I picture is playing Ed): “that would be funny”

Brad (disgruntled DM) “don’t encourage her, by the Anne roll a D20”

Anne: “wait, why?” *rolls* “4,”

Brad: “okay we’ll get back to that,”

Natasha: “I rolled a 19 on my strength check, plus I get a +4 in owlbear shape”

Matt and Ryan: “Hulk Smash Hulk Smash Hulk Smash”

Brad: “okay fine”

Cuts back to the movie as normal.

Then maybe change the mid-credit scene. As much as I found of funny, change it to this.

Cuts back to the table.

Brad: “okay I think that wraps up this session. Should we end the campaign here or should we find another quest?”

Matt: “I’m not giving up my character. I just got some killer artifacts.”

Natasha: “yeah I love my Druid”

Anne: “it would suck to stop here after we wasted the stone on me. If we were going to stop my character might as well have stayed dead.”

Brad: “okay next session, how does Monday night work?”

Matt: “I can’t, I have a late shift,”

Brad: “okay Tuesday?”

Natasha; “I work at 5am on Wednesday, I can’t stay out too late.”

Brad: “so Wednesday night will be out too cause you’ll be out by 9. Thursday?”

Anne: “Date Night,”

Brad: “Friday?”

Ryan: “My daughter has a dance recital,”

Brad: “and my in-laws are coming on Saturday through Wednesday morning for 4th of July on Tuesday”

Cuts back to the credits but you continue hearing them in the background instead of music for another 90 seconds trying to find a date. The music fades back in before one is decided.

I just think it would have been really funny. I get that in the middle of the movie it might take away from the whole one dying and the sacrifice Ed makes for choosing not to revive is wife and reviving Holga instead (which by the way got major Onward vibes from that. The whole “I never had a dad but I always had you.” Sort of being Kira never had a mom but always had Holga) if we know they aren’t real, but I really feel it would have really made it a D&D movie having actual dice gags and the whole not being able to plan a session.

Anyways, good fun movie. Might buy it so I can watch it again. I could totally see in the movie parts that were totally crit fail and successes.

I’m thinking seeing the trailers made me really finalize wanting to play it. I do a small campaign with one other person who plays a character and DMs and we have a lot of fun.

Anyways, sorry for the long post. But that’s what I thought.

#dungeons and dungeons #D&D #d&d honor among thieves #dungeons and dragons honor among thieves #spoilers #d&d honor among thieves spoilers

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Velvet Embrace (part 2)

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo/Reader

Summary:

Shadow people were always there in your life. They never disturbed you; they never interacted with you; it was like there was a pact between both of you to simply ignore each other. They saw you grow from a baby to an adult.

So why are you now getting attached to one of them who keeps looking out for you?

Warnings: None in this part I think

Word count: 1.2k

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"You're really tense." Your mother noticed, moving behind you and giving your tense shoulders a massage. "Those exams are really giving you a hard time, isn't it?

You nodded.

But it wasn't because of the exams.

You have been done with exams for almost a week now.

You haven't failed any of them.

"I just have been studying a lot lately." You excused yourself, giving him a weak smile.

"I can tell; look at those dark circles." Your mother clicked her tongue, shaking her head in disapproval. "Are you sleeping well? Are you eating enough vegetables? Maybe sending you away was not the right choice."

"I'm doing fine. Really." You reassured her, taking her hands in yours. "Exams would have been hell in here, just as it is on my own."

"Language." Your mother scolded you.

"Sorry. But soon I'll be on a break, and I'll come home more often. You'll get sick of me sleeping all day and eating all your food before you notice it." You laughed softly.

"I'll never get sick of you being home. You know it." She dismissed your words. "I'm always worried about you. I just want my baby to be healthy and happy."

"I am, mom. Don't worry about me; you worry too much."

"Whatever." She rolled her watery eyes, holding you in a thigh hug. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"I'll make sure your father remembers to drop by next Tuesday and give you some of the meat he will buy; he always buys way too much for us two."

Having these weekend visits was never easy. You went back home, missing your family more than ever, and the big empty house always made you feel lonely.

Not to mention that they always insist on you staying for dinner and to sleep, even when you didn't bring your books with you.

Which always ended up with you going back home when it was already late and dark.

And it meant dealing with them.

You took a deep breath from the other side of the door. Your father was watching you from his car, waiting to see you get inside safely before driving back to his own house.

You have never mentioned the shadows again, ever since you were little.

You were scared they would think you had officially lost your kind and make you go back to them.

You needed to prove to them that you were not crazy. That you were not imagining things and, most importantly, that you would do well in life even if those things were always around.

You needed to prove it.

You needed to prove it to yourself.

You need to believe it yourself.

You could hear the TV from outside; you remember clearly leaving the house on Friday afternoon and turning the TV off to avoid having a big bill at the end of the month.

But clearly, Hidden did not have any consideration for your wallet, and he probably even knew about the existence of bills and money.

You opened the door.

Everything seemed normal.

The hallway was barely illuminated by the lights coming from your bedroom, all the way from the second floor.

The kitchen was silent, as was the second floor; the only noise that you could hear was the one coming from the TV and from the bathroom that you had forbid yourself from ever entering.

You waved your dad goodbye when the car started driving away, closing the door behind your back. You clunked your bag and your jacket closer to your chest, like an invisible cape to protect you from the shadows.

You took your shoes off, not wanting to make any sort of noise as you were walking through the stairs.

The sofa moved near the window, and that was enough to make you run upstairs.

You shut your door. Your chest was moving up and down fast as your lungs were trying to catch as much air as possible.

Your jacket and bag were both at your feet, your body resting against the door to give it extra weight and make it more difficult to open it if one of the shadows were even trying to.

When you recovered, you moved to your closet, searching for your pajamas to change into and make yourself feel safe.

Or at least as soon as possible.

Your phone vibrated with an upcoming call from one of your university classmates.

"Hello! Did I call you in a bad moment?"

"Of course not! What do you need?" You replied. Kate was sounding just as stressed as you remembered her. She was in so many classes that you actually wondered how she managed to pass every single one of them and still find time to eat and sleep.

"I was checking our team project, and I realized Melissa didn't answer one of the points she was supposed to make." She sighed. "I tried to contact her all day; I called her like five times, and I haven't received any reply from her yet. I would do this on my own if I could, but I still have to study for my Math exam tomorrow and the Economic one I have next Tuesday. Could you do me a favor and do that answer, please?"

"That's weird; I texted her this morning and she replied to me," you frowned, "but yeah, I'll look at it now and see what I can do. Don't worry about it."

"Thank you! I'll be here all night, so if you need something, just text me, alright? See you tomorrow."

I was not needing that sleep at all. You bitterly said to yourself, finally freeing you from the uncomfortable outside clothes to your comfortable pajamas.

You knew why Melissa hadn't replied to any of Kate's texts or calls.

She had mentioned to you about that party she was so eager to go to and the one she had invited you to a thousand times because she didn't feel like going alone.

There was no way to get out of it now, you thought. You wouldn't be selfish and drop everything on Kate; she was already extremely busy, and you couldn't make Melissa start writing what she hasn't done yet because the girl was probably drunk by now.

It needed to be done by tomorrow.

You were ready for another all-nighter.

This was the fourth one on that list that week; one more? What could possibly be added to the list?

You opened the file Kate sent to your email, checking every single answer just in case something else was missing since you couldn't afford to fail it.

You were already fifteen minutes in when a soft knock on your door startled you.

You kept quiet, not moving at all.

The knock repeated itself once again when there was no reply from your side.

Then, something moved under your door; it was a tiny piece of paper with something written on the back of it.

Hello.

The letters were neatly written, with a black tint.

You took it with shaking hands; your body temperature was dropping with every second that passed.

The knocking started again. It was always the same. One single knock was enough to tell you that it was still there, waiting for a response.

Another tiny piece of paper moved under the doorframe.

(Y/n).

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tbmunson · 2 years

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I Love You - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're Gareth's big sister, dubbed Dungeon Mother since you take care of all of the boys. Eddie tells you he loves you for the first time. (This is his first senior year, before Dustin and Mike joined Hellfire)

Warnings: Fluff, hinting at sex, the boys calling you mom.

WC: 1K

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"Don't forget the three day campaign happening Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday at our place." You said as the group began gathering their things.

Eddie wrapped his arms around you from behind as he placed a kiss on your cheek. "You're amazing for hosting, princess."

You let a giggle escape your lips as you relaxed into him. "I couldn't let my boys be bored out of their minds for a week now could I? Plus we have the room to accommodate."

"We are lucky to have had you join as Dungeon Mother." Jeff said, offering a smiled.

"If you think she's a mother now wait until the campaign." Gareth said, walking over to the three of you. He had initially been weirded out by you and Eddie's blooming relationship but soon got over it. He loved how happy you made each other.

"Are you going to take care of my boys, princess?" Eddie asked, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"They're as much mine as they are yours at this point I'd say." You replied, looking between all the of teens you'd grown to care for.

Matt laughed and nodded. "I'm glad you guys are my parents." He joked, nudging Chris with his elbow.

"Mother of the Nerds, Father of the Damned." Chris commented, laughing back, causing you to chuckle.

"There's nowhere I'd rather be." You smiled, feeling the most at home you'd felt in a while.

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It was Monday night and the boys had come over to get the basement set up for the game. Your promise of pizza and a movie helped a lot with motivation.

"Looking good guys. Pizza is almost here!" You called from the top of the stairs.

There was a collective yelp of excitement as you walked away to get the movie set up. Psycho was the film of the night.

You spread blankets and pillows out for the boys since you were sure everyone wouldn't fit on the sofa and recliners.

After a moment the doorbell rang. "Boys! Wash up!" You called down the basement stairs as you made your way to the front door.

"$30.78" The boy said, holding the boxes in his hands.

"$40. Keep the change." You said, changing hands with him to grab the boxes. "Have a good night!" You called before closing the door behind you with your hip.

"I've told you you're perfect, right?" Eddie asked, taking the boxes from your hand and carrying them into the kitchen for you.

"All the time." You smiled as he sat the boxes down. You reached for his hand and pulled him to you. "You are too, though." You said before pulling him down to kiss him.

"Mom and dad are makin' out in the kitchen!" Matt yelled over his shoulder, causing you to jump back.

Eddie flipped him off and sighed. "I can never get a moment of peace." He mumbled before kissing your cheek.

You laughed at him before going to grab plates for the boys. "It happens when you've got a house full of kids." You said, walking back over.

Eddie grabbed your hips and pulled you into him. "How do people keep making more if the ones they have won't leave 'em alone?" He whispered into your ear, causing chills to erupt over your skin.

You looked up at Eddie, a glint in your eye. "I'm sure we can find out." You answered as the boys filed into the room.

"Thanks mom." Everyone but Gareth answered, all he could do was laugh as his friends called you that.

"Yeah, thanks." You could see his happy, content smile. A smile you haven't seen from him in a long time.

"Any time, kiddo." You replied, reaching out to ruffle his hair. "Alright, get as much as you'd like. The movie starts in ten minutes."

"What would you like, babe?" Eddie asked, opening the first box.

"No, you guys get first." You replied, opening the fridge to get the Coke's out.

"Two slices, one pepperoni, one cheese." Gareth answered, looking between you and Eddie.

"Thank you, Gareth the Great." Eddie smirked, patting your brothers shoulder before making your plate.

You smiled at them, your heart full with love for the group in front of you that waited until your boyfriend made your plate before raveging the boxes.

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The six of you were now spread through your living room, plates left with half eaten crusts and empty Coke cans scattered around. All of the boys, including Eddie were knocked out, tired from hauling tables and chairs and rearranging all afternoon.

You gently climbed out of Eddie's embrace and quietly cleaning up, picking up the cans and plates, stacking them neatly next to the sink in the dim light coming from the light above the stove. Once the few leftover slices of pizza were put away, you began washing the plates as quietly as possible.

After a moment you felt a presence behind you so you glanced over your shoulder. "Whatcha doin' baby?" Eddie asked in his rough sleepy voice.

"Washing up. Just about done though." You replied as he gravitated towards you.

His hands rested on your hips and he peered over his shoulders. "One day, it'll really be our kids in the livin' room, with their friends, passin' out from a campaign, and when we're done cleaning up, that's when we'll make more of 'em."

You weren't sure he knew what he was saying as he still had his eyes closed, but you couldn't help the smile that spread on your face. "I think I'd like that, a lot."

"Yeah?" Eddie asked, pressing his lips to your neck gently. "I love you, Y/N."

Your eyes widened and you sat the last plate down. "You mean it?" You asked, hoping it wasn't just his sleep talking.

"Yeah, baby. I do."

"I love you too, Eddie." You turned in his arms, wrapping yours around his body and holding him.

He did the same to you and swayed with you for a moment. "You're the only person I've ever said that too." He looked more awake now.

"I'm glad to have the honor." You ran your hand down the side of his face, watching as he leaned into it. "I'm sorry you weren't mine." You said softly, tears pricking your eyes.

"That's okay. I'll be the last until we have our own club of freaks, geeks, and nerds." He smiled, pulling you in to place a kiss on your lips.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie my love #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fluff

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bots-and-cons · 7 months

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Moving and stuff!

I just wanted to give a small update to you all about how I'm doing. I'm going to be moving into a new apartment in a week so on the 28th of November. I'll be moving to the city I'm studying in, so I don't have to travel such long distances every time I need to be at the campus.

I got a studio apartment near the school. The bathroom has just been renovated, and the whole apartment was very clean and nice. I went to check it out with my mom a couple of weeks ago, and we both really liked it. So it's mom approved, and that's saying something with her criteria. It's on the 7th floor though, so moving the bigger stuff in there is going to be a big pain in the ass, but luckily most of it will fit in the elevator. My bed is probably the only thing we're going to have to take up the stairs. My brother E and my dad have agreed to help with the move.

It's kind of a funky situation, since I need to be at the school on the 28th, so I'm going to get everything packed here and then leave for school Tuesday morning, and my dad and brothers are going to load everything into the trailer. My brother T is also helping with the loading, but he isn't coming to the new apartment to unload stuff. I'm going to walk to the renting office after school and get the keys, and then walk to the apartment and start unloading and unpacking stuff.

This week is going to be super busy for me, since I have a ton of school work I need to finish too. The semester is coming to an end soon, so there are a lot of exams and stuff coming up that I have to do. I haven't even started with the drug/medical calculations and Swedish is kicking my ass yet again, but I'll get it done somehow. So it's back to studying for me :D

I'm doing good, just super busy with everything. I'll try to post some more stuff this week, but school stuff and moving is definitely my priority right now.

#ony speaks #school

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alaydabug2 · 2 days

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@sparklenarniawizard

He he meant to post this last night oopsie 😅

Broken heart/Broken mind

Chapter Twenty-three

(Human AU)

Sophie and Keefe met in the children's hospital when they were little. Because of how long they were confined to the four walls of the hospital, they became very close during their stay.

As the years pass, they wind up being in the same classroom together due to their physical conditions. This makes their bond deepen.

But are they able to handle when life gets tough, throwing problems and complications their way?

It was nearly nine o'clock when the car finally got into town. Sophie was grateful. The drive back from Keefe's baseball game was close to two hours. He was close to dozing off on the window beside her. It was a double header, and he was exhausted.

They pulled into his empty driveway. He said his goodbyes and grabbed his bags, but when he went to go inside, it was locked.

He came back up to the car window, knocking on it. "The door is locked and the spare key is gone. What do I do?"

Grady looked around the street. "Here, get back into the car. Try calling your parents to see where they are. We'll just take you home until we can figure out what to do."

He climbed back into the vehicle. The phone rang several times, but nobody would answer. He sighed.

"No go?" Sophie asked. He nodded.

"Try calling Ro," Edaline suggested.

He did. She, thankfully, answered the phone.

"Hey, Squirt. How'd the game go."

"It went good, we won. But... when will mom and dad be home?"

"They left already?" She muttered. "They should be back Tuesday, but you know how they are. I'll be taking a few days off to come over and watch you until they're back. Bo just said I needed to finish this night shift first."

"Oh... when will you be off your shift?"

"Probably around eight."

"Oh," Keefe murmured. "You can't come get me? The spare key isn't there. I'm at Foster's, right now."

Ro hissed a curse under her breath. "I... can't come get you. Bo won't let me leave while we're busy. Will you be ok there for tonight?

"Umm..." He looked at Grady and Edaline.

Edaline nodded. Grady gestured for the phone. Keefe handed it over, and Grady paced the room while talking to Ro.

Sophie took Keefe's bag and set it by the couch.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"What are you apologizing for?" She sat down beside him.

"My parents being dirtbags."

"You act like that's your fault."

"No, but it's still causing you trouble. I'm sure you guys want to go to bed already."

"And I'm sure you want to go to bed as well." Sophie scooted closer to him. "You need to realize you can't control your parents."

He rested his head in his hands with a groan.

Grady came over. "Alright, Keefe. I'm gonna grab you something to change into so you can go take a shower. You'll stay here tonight, and by tomorrow, Ro will be back at your house."

Keefe nodded. Grady went down the hall. He returned with a small stack of clothing.

Sophie went to get ready for bed. When she came back out to the living room, Keefe was on the couch. His hair was wet, and he was in Grady's clothes that were too big for him.

She sat next to him and pulled him into a hug. He sank into it. She could've sworn she heard a sniffle.

Sophie knew it was a long shot, but she had to ask, "Do you want to talk about it?"

He was quiet for several seconds, which surprised her when he whispered, "Why don't they care?"

As much as he tried to pretend his parents not caring didn't matter to him, she had known him for too long.

"I'm not sure. For one thing, they're crazy for not caring about their child. For another, they're crazy because you're you, and you're amazing."

She adjusted her arms as he pulled his knees onto the couch. She grabbed the blanket to wrap him with it.

When she saw the shiny tears glistening in his eyes, she held him tighter. They spilled over.

After a half hour, the sniffles came to a stop. Sophie looked down to find him, mostly, sound asleep. He still had tears tracks on his face, but his features were more relaxed.

She didn't want to wake him, so she had resigned herself to sleeping with the lights on. That was until Edaline came into the room. She flicked off the lights, draped a blanket over her, and kissed her cheek.

Soon, Sophie was asleep, Keefe's snores helping her drift off.

#keeper of the lost cities #kotlc #kotlc sophie foster #kotlc keefe sencen #sokeefe #fanfic #kotlc fanfic #Broken heart/Broken mind

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Therapy- This is likely my last deep unload of secrets. As I was warned, Tumblr is not the best place to reveal secrets without much unwanted attention. My choice to be detailed will help me accept myself and choices. I need to finish this but to my dear reader, please be kind!

Recap, I am an only child, raised in a tiny town in South Georgia. Church, sweet tea, and Bless her heart were just part of the culture; a place where no one ever locked their doors and the biggest crimes were public drunkenness and shoplifting. My parents both worked so in the summer they had to find someone to take care of me. Daycare was way too expensive and my mom’s sister, Sharon, was a teacher and had the summers off. She and her husband Jim lived nearby, on Lake Blackshear. Jim was in finance, worked for some company in Chicago, that’s where they met, and apparently did very well for himself. Sharon wanted to be closer to her sister so they decided to move south. I practically lived at the lake every summer, for as long as I could remember; I even had a room in their house which I always kept, among other things, a bathing suit. Sharon and Jim were my absolute idols and I wished on so many occasions that they could be my parents! A big part of why I chose to be a teacher was because of Sharon, I tried imitating everything she did. She always went to church with my family but Jim chose to stay home, which my parents disliked very much. Sharon was different from my parents when it came to her faith. She never liked using Bible passages for any argument as she had read the book cover to cover and realized there were many contradictions in the book. She tried her best to love God and love her neighbor without judgment. She also donated time and money to charity and one of her summer commitments was volunteering at a homeless shelter the third Tuesday of each month. On these days Jim would watch me and we always had a great time. He taught me card games, showed me magic tricks, and shared stories about when he served in the Marines. I was in absolute awe around him, he was a big man 6’3” and really fit for 40. It’s fair to say that I very much looked forward to the third Tuesday of each month!

The summer I was 11 was no different than any other year with one small exception, I had gotten taller and my one piece was just too small for me to comfortably fit into. When Uncle Jim suggested we take the first swim of the summer, I was super excited only to discover I couldn’t reasonably fit into my suit. When I told my uncle, with disappointment, he told me not to worry and he told me that he had a secret. He said that he hated wearing his suit and almost always swam naked. It’s fair to say that their house was in fact secluded, even on the lake. Their house sat back in a small cove with no other houses so it was reasonable. He, right in front of me stripped, revealing the biggest dick I had ever seem. Well, to be honest, other than my dad’s when I walked in on them having sex, he was the only naked man I had ever seen. He encouraged me to take off my clothes and come join him for a swim and then he walked down to the dock. Now, let me be clear here, I looked like a boy with long hair and no penis. I was so afraid but I did as told and removed my clothes, grabbed a towel and joined my uncle on the dock. I’ll never know why I did that, given my self-consciousness about my body, but I did.

When I got to the dock he was already in the lake so I dropped my towel on the dock and did my best dive from the dock, just like he had taught me a few years earlier. I swam and played around in the water, god how I loved the lake! Eventually I decided to warm up and dry off on the dock. Jim was already sunning himself, lying on his back and didn’t seem to notice when I joined him on the dock. I was so embarrassed but I trusted this man and I was also absolutely captivated by the sight of him and I believe that was why I decided to sun myself next to him. It was nice, the warmth from the sun, the sound of the water under the dock, birds singing, it was perfect! Then I heard some strange noises coming from next to me and I was unprepared for what I saw. My uncle was stroking, now an even more impressive dick. I just sat and watched, trying not to make a sound, as he quickly moved his hand up and down his shaft. He looked over at me and must have seen the amazement on my face, he stopped his stroking and asked me if I had ever masturbated before? I don’t remember what I said but I just shook my head. I think it’s important to mention that at this time I fully believed that my private parts were for my future husband only! You only touch that part to pee and eventually my period but no other reasons!

He looked lovingly at me and said “Here, let me teach you,” and he took my hand then showed me my clit. With some awkward motions and more instructions I found myself for the first time. He returned to his own enjoyment and there we were both touching ourselves out on that dock for everyone to see. I was simply being awkward, but Jim was having a moment. When I watched him shoot his load all over his hand and stomach I was instantly disgusted for I assumed it was pee. He assured me that it was not pee but the nectar of the gods for all women. He told me that one of the major reasons women marry is so they can have the nectar anytime they want it. I asked him why and he told me that a man’s nectar helps women become fully women and in my case it would probably help my boobs come in. He licked some of his off his finger in a way to show me it was safe and then told me to try it. I did as told and I licked my uncle’s cum off his finger. It didn’t taste like much, a little salty maybe, it just looked disgusting but I was so fascinated. He eventually “fed” me all that we could find so I could grow my boobies, so he said.

He jumped back in the water to cool off and, I now imagine, to clean off as well. When he got out, moments later, he grabbed his towel and suggested we head up for lunch. That was it, never mentioned again, a secret we both shared. When my mom picked me up that day the only thing I mentioned was that I needed a new swimsuit. Needless to say, I couldn’t stop thinking about it and in my bed at night I practiced the moves he showed me. Days later my first orgasm took me by surprise and I moaned so loud that my mom came to check on me. I told her that I had a nightmare but I was fine now and boy was I! I wanted to tell Jim so badly about my discovery but something told me to wait until the 3rd Tuesday. It was miserable waiting so long to share but by then I had been pleasuring myself nightly. The guilt that I carried with that knowledge was overwhelming, believing that I was going to hell and I might never get a husband. So, why did I continue knowing the consequences? That is one of the questions that has bothered me all of these years.

I waited for that next 3rd Tuesday with a blend of anxiety, dread, and bold excitement. Having polarizing emotions is a real challenge, so much so that I almost told my mom everything on the drive that morning. Instead I just suffered in silence watching each mile pass before me. The closer we got I became more and more nauseous to where I almost asked my mom to pull over but knowing it might lead to questions I just rolled down the window for some air. There he was standing in the driveway waving and a big smile on his face, Sharon at his side. My mixed emotions continued as I tried to put on a happy face for everyone. Closing the door and watching my mom drive away was a moment that I will never forget. When Sharon left and we were all alone is when the tears came and I just unloaded on him, all of my fears and discoveries, everything! I was so spent, emotionally, after that, once the tears finally dried; he held me, comforted me, reassured me and apologized for his actions. I forgave him and soon things got back to normalish until he went down to the lake naked. This time I had a new two-piece, that I actually thought I looked cute wearing. I thought to myself that if he wanted to be naked, that was okay, this time I’ll keep my clothes on!

Like the month before, we swam, sunbathed, and he pleasured himself on the dock. This time he asked if I wanted to help him; I was so fascinated with his maleness, I eagerly agreed. Here I was stroking this huge dick out on that dock, taking my two small hands to keep him going. The thrill I had, it was just amazingly to me. As many men find, the girl got tired just at the wrong moment. I was exhausted from moving my hands up and down so fast and so long that I couldn’t hold up my arms. This was the only time he ever yelled at me, he must have been so close and for me to just stop frustrated him and he lashed out at me. He grabbed my hands, put them around his cock, then put his hands over mine and stroked himself off. I knew that I should have never been with my aunt’s husband in this way but he had convinced me so completely that what we were doing wasn’t sex but just human pleasure. The same reason that I wasn’t ruining my wedding night, touching yourself or someone else just wasn’t sex. This time when he released some did land on my arm and his legs. He told me to lick it off my arm and I did as told. He used his fingers to feed me from his legs and then jumped onto the lake.

The following 3rd Tuesday was eventually one of the last summer days I would ever spend at the lake. The third and last time I would share alone time with my uncle started like the previous two. I don’t know why that dock made him so different but it did. We can be sitting inside next to each other and he never brushed against me or accidentally touched me, nothing like that, only on that stupid dock. This final time he reminded me of how when he released his nectar it would go everywhere and so much was wasted. He explained another way that I could help him and in turn help me with my growth, it was a win, win. When he did release in my mouth, it was so much, I just couldn’t keep all of it in my mouth and just swallowing wasn’t on my mind so I ended up spitting most of it out. I apologized so much for “wasting” it. When it was over we walked back up that path to the house, never to talk about it. I never got the opportunity to tell him that I finally masted that oral skill as well as my boobies did finally grow! Ha! Jim died a few years ago from a brain aneurysm. What happened between us was wrong and a long time ago. Despite everything, I did learn a few valuable lessons, so maybe I need to thank him for the good parts. I guess my biggest secret in all of this is that knowing it was so wrong, I enjoyed the experience. I never saw my uncle as a partner but I did lust for him in my head for many nights to follow; and for that I am deeply ashamed!!!

So, yeah, that’s my darkest deepest secrets, they no longer hold power over me if all of you are reading it. I am no longer embarrassed by what happened. I know I was just a child and that my actions are to be forgiven. I also knew what lust and desire that I experienced was wrong but I just didn’t understand why. My bodies response was that of a normal hetro-woman when first introduced to sexual pleasure just like the guilt of a rape victim finds sexual pleasure in her attack. I know that I am not to blame for what happened; I also know that I never once said no.

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Hey. I’m not sure if i need advice or if i just need to vent but i’m pretty angry and you’re really good at listening to random people talk abt their problems. (Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes)

So i had to to work the evening shift both days this weekend, and because of my particular brand of anxiety, i cant really do anything leading up to my shift. Like i get super nervous that i’m going to forget abt my shift if i do anything other than scroll through my phone or stare off into space. And then i found out that i’m also working the Monday and Tuesday after this weekend after school. At this point i’m pretty tired and knowing i wont even have a break after school is even worse. So, for my mental health I decided to skip school this Monday.

This is where the issue comes up. My mom was super against me skipping and we had a whole argument abt it. Basically i shouldn’t skip bc i’m “technically” truant, meaning i’ve skipped more than 11 days since school stared and they COULD either send me to court or have me pay a fine. Ik that sounds bad but they almost never send anyone to court or even make them pay any fines and most of my absences are from the first semester so i actually haven’t skipped in a while. Also half of those absences are my mom’s fault bc she forgot to email the school that i was sick or send them my doctors note which accounts for about 5 of my absences. And as long as one of my parents excuses the absence (which my dad is always willing to do) it doesn’t even count towards my truancy. When i tell her this she immediately pivots and says that well if she has to go to work then i have to go to school. Now i’ve always been really big on independence, i’m only an 18 year old senior in l Highschool but i KNOW thats bullshit, She works from home all the time and i was planning to do basically the same thing where i do the majority of my work at home and catch up on sleep until my work shift in the evening. So far this is pretty normal for my arguments about with her. Until i put my foot down and tell her that i’m old enough to have the right decide these types of things for myself and that i don’t think its fair for her to just decide for me. Usually she would relent but this time she threatened to CALL THE POLICE ON ME. I’m not exaggerating the escalation from a regular argument to a full screaming match was insane.

I was just so upset and it felt like she didn’t even see me as person who just needs a break sometimes. I was too scared to see if she would really call the police so i went to school. So, here i am silently fuming in class. I don’t even know if i’ll get through school with how mentally exhausted i am. Thats basically it. Just tell me if i’m in the wrong or over reacting or if i’m in the right. I’m such a mixture of angry and exhausted that none of this might make sense, but whatever. Thank you so much for listening.

Hi!!!

Well, I think there are separate parts to this:

Your mom isn't listening to your emotions. This happens a lot with parents, and it's frustrating. Even though she was making a valid point with the truancy, threatening to call the police and throwing her own (irrelevant) work in your face wasn't the way to do it. I've always wondered why parents think kids are going to listen if they aren't given the respect of the acknowledgement of their feelings.

The entire argument is difficult because, there are layers here. from what you're telling me, your mother is some of the reason you have some of these unexcused absences, because she hasn't done the paperwork. But I also am wondering, how can you even be considered truant if you're 18? And, at age 18, isn't it your decision? I'm confused on the laws here.

Given all of this...would I personally risk skipping school if I was risking truancy? Probably not. But I've always been afraid to get in trouble.

But I feel like that's not even the biggest issue. Can your mom not send the doctor notes to school to get some of your previous absences excused?

Also...the petty part of me is like...your mom is saying she has to go to work...but you have to go to work and school. so that's not an argument.

I feel like your mom didn't handle this well, to be honest. I know she's trying to prevent you from getting in trouble, but there were other ways to do it. I hope that makes sense?

Also, I hope work is going well! I'm naming you school anon.

#ask #asks #ask cas #school anon

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whiskeynwriting · 2 years

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Red String - Ch. 10: Julianna's Words

Frankie Morales x Female Reader

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Word Count: 9.1k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) mentions of divorce/separation, mentions of military life, mentions of trauma and PTSD, dirty talk, praise kink, oral (f receiving), anal play (f receiving), vaginal sex.

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Summary: You start growing on Valentina, and Frankie seems proud of this. And even after a surprise visit from Julianna, you continue to stick around. Because of this, Frankie feels compelled to tell you how he truly feels.

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A/N: Frankie baby most certainly is my big giant teddy bear

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“Vale!” you holler throughout the house, tying your hair up into a bun as you look for Frankie’s daughter. “Vale? We have to go, honey.”

“No!” her small voice shouts back at you from… somewhere in the home.

“Ugh,” you sigh, rolling your eyes.

“You need me to help?” Frankie asks, walking out of the bathroom.

“No,” you instantly spin around, pointing a finger at him. You’re determined to get this right. “I got this. I can do it.”

Frankie stifles his chuckle, giving you a supportive nod before watching you turn around and march off through his home.

Ever since that one night, your nickname of not-mom stuck like super glue. Vale even started giving you an attitude, and not just here and there, it was now a regular occurrence. The more you stayed at Frankie’s, the more honest she became with you. Her filter faded away within mere days, and within a few weeks, she told you that she didn’t want you there. Not only that, but on certain days, Vale didn’t like your hair. She didn’t like the way you said pancakes or the way you put on your shoes. It was little things here and there, just nitpicking with you. And after about a month of this, Frankie sat you down to talk to you about it.

“I’m really sorry she’s been like this, babe.”

“It’s not your fault, Frankie. I just hope she gets used to me.” You’d said it timidly, glancing down while you picked at your nails.

You really were trying your best. You didn’t try to step in as her mom or even a general caregiver, not in the slightest. With your greatest efforts, you gave Vale the space to grow and become used to you.

“I think it just…” Frankie tried explaining to you, thinking his thoughts over in his head while he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s the first time I’ve ever had a woman around that wasn’t her mom.”

“Yeah,” you agreed with a sigh, returning your gaze to him.

“I know she doesn’t have a great relationship with her mom, but she’s still her mom.” “I know, baby.”

In the time between now and Julianna’s last visit, it had been over a month. Frankie hadn’t seen or talked to her, either. Which in all honesty, he was fine with. It made things easier. And after your talk, you both agreed that you’d try a more forward approach with Valentina. And with this, came your twice a week morning routine. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, you’d get Valentina up, and Frankie would have the morning to himself. You’d wake her up, help her get dressed and do her hair, and you’d have breakfast with her. Her dad would join the two of you for breakfast, of course, but the entire routine was up to just you and her. And today, was one of those days.

“Vale,” you exasperate, now in the kitchen as you look around. She’d opted to have breakfast before doing her hair today, which you begrudgingly allowed. “We just have to tie up your hair.”

“That’s it?” she asks, and immediately, you spin around.

Vale’s short frame comes into view as she steps out from behind Frankie’s new recliner, her feet now pattering up to you.

“That’s it.” you smile gently, looking down at her.

“Do we have to brush it?”

“Honestly,” you sigh, pulling your phone out and glancing down at the time. “We don’t even have time to, honey. Let’s just tie it up.”

She simply shrugs. “Okay.”

“Sentémonos.” You nod toward the couch, and thankfully, she bounds over to it. (Let’s sit down)

Quickly, you round up her flurry of dark brown curls into a scrunchie, tying it into a ponytail at the back of her head. Some days, she’s more stubborn than others. Today might just be the easiest day you’ve had with her so far.

When coming up with this idea, you and Frankie had a specific goal in mind. For Valentina to have respect for you, just basic respect. And by spending the morning with you, some mornings with you, maybe she’d learn more about who you are and see that you aren’t all bad. She’d see that you can be kind and caring and helpful.

“Gracias, linda.” You grin, giving her a gentle pat on the head. “Vamos.” (Thanks, sweetie. Let’s go.)

A day off seemed like a good idea, to the both of you. The game plan you’d come up for Frankie’s recovery wasn’t exactly working out, so an extra day to sit down and meditate on it boded well for the two of you. He was either too busy or too tired to attend AA now that he had Vale full time. And you helped where you could, but you couldn’t do it all. He attended a few meetings here and there at first while you stayed home with Vale, but sometimes he was just too tired to go. He was picking up shifts at work left and right in order to buy her dance recital costumes, school supplies, new toys, and basic snacks for around the house. You offered to contribute to this but since you didn’t live together, Frankie refused.

“Okay,” he sighs, slapping his palms as he takes his seat on the couch. “What’ya got?”

“Picture this,” you say to him, standing center stage in the living room. “A new pet.”

“A pet?”

“Yes! A pet!”

He just stares at you, confusion and slight amusement written all over his face. He raises a brow, prompting for you to continue.

“Baby, I think you getting a pet would be a great idea. It would give you something to do to busy your mind when Vale and I aren’t here.”

“Well, when neither of you are here, I usually just sleep.” he responds, shrugging thoughtfully.

“That’s not the total truth, babe. C’mon, you need to be honest with me if I’m going to help you through this.”

The two of you had gotten into quite a few arguments in the last month or so, all surrounding Frankie’s addiction. The biggest altercation occurred when you took his phone to delete his dealer’s number. Now, should you have taken his phone? No, absolutely not. That’s Frankie’s personal property and there shouldn’t be any reason for you to do that. But then again, desperate times call for desperate measures. Frankie swore up and down that he needed to keep that number, he needed it in his phone. Deep down inside, it was his backup, the cushion to catch him when he would inevitably fall back down that hole again. Only this time, Frankie wouldn’t fall, he won’t even stumble as long as you have anything to say about it.

But Frankie just sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know, I’m so busy lately.”

“But Frankie,” you continue on, stepping over to the couch and taking a seat next to him. “I know you’re tired, but there are so many nights throughout the week where Vale is at dance and I’m at work. I know you sit here and stew, I just know it. And I don’t like thinking about you here all by your lonesome, stressing about life and feeling like you need to reach for your phone.”

Now at a pause in your sentence, you hear Lucky scratching at the door.

“Hang on,” you say, standing up to let him in through the back door.

When Frankie told you to bring Lucky over, you did so that very night. He wasn’t as socialized as you’d like him to be considering his age and breed, but to your surprise, they got along just fine. Diablo seemed uninterested, to be honest. He was probably the most serious Dalmatian you’d ever met. He is a service dog, after all.

In one swipe of the sliding glass door, he comes bounding in, immediately running up to Frankie and nudging his fidgeting hands with his nose. What a little attention seeker.

“Tell me how my dog loves you more than me.” You joke, walking back into the living room.

Frankie smiles, leaning in a bit to pet Lucky’s head and neck. And Lucky, well, he just eats all of Frankie’s love right up.

“I guess you have a point.” he then mutters softly, still petting your rather large puppy. “You have Lucky, and Vale has Diablo. Maybe a little buddy might not hurt.”

“Exactly! And it doesn’t have to be a high maintenance pet, either!” you’re thrilled he’s starting to come around to the idea, plopping down on the couch next to him once again.

“So, what’re you thinking? Like… a fish?”

“No,” you roll your eyes with a laugh, looping your arms around Frankie’s left one and cuddling in close to him. “Something a little more high maintenance than that.”

“Hm,” he returns, narrowing his brows. “Like a… a bird?”

“Oh my gosh, no. Frankie, birds are not low maintenance. They need so much attention. I was thinking more like a hamster, maybe a guinea pig.”

“Oh, I’ve actually always wanted a guinea pig.” He perks up a bit, giving you an intrigued look. “I thought they were so cute when I was a kid.”

“Well then,” you smile, giving his arm a tight hug and laying your head on his shoulder. “A guinea pig it is.”

While you’d been busy with Frankie and his daughter, your personal life was piling up in the background. You’d never say anything to Frankie about it, but you hadn’t been taking as many shifts at work lately in order to help out with Vale. He wouldn’t let you pay for anything, and you felt a dire need to contribute more than just nights spent next to him in bed. And your schoolwork… let’s just say you’re thinking about taking next semester off. Summer is right around the corner anyway, so that should be easy enough. But tonight, you’re thankful to have the evening to yourself to catch up.

“I know, I know Lucky.” You huff, giving him a light push. “I’ll take you out soon.”

You’re about five assignments deep and still have three left to go, the majority past due. But your education means a lot to you, it’s the only way you’ll get out of working at a bar, so it’s still worth it to submit them.

You and Frankie ended up officially deciding on the guinea pig, immediately grabbing your laptops to do the necessary research on how to care for it. You also calculated how much it would cost for food, toys, etc. All in all, not too bad. The only thing is, is he wanted you to come with him to get it. For some reason, he felt nervous about the process of it all. And while you were more than happy to go with him, you also had to do your homework. So, it looks like tomorrow will be the day. Even when you were apart for only a single night, you missed him. But he was never very far away.

You giggle at Frankie’s playful nature, holding your phone with both hands as you await his response. But before you can receive it, you hear a knock at your door. It’s timid, and you turn your head in the direction of your entryway, having set up shop in the living room. After a moment of silence, another knock comes, immediately followed by a multitude of rapid and harsh pounds. At this point, Lucky had gone from a quiet growl to an outright frantic bark.

“Hey, it’s okay.” You tell him, placing a soft pat atop his head before making your way over to the door.

Strangely, something about the whole situation feels off. You’re weary of answering the door because you honestly have no idea who it could be. Their frequent strikes against your door don’t exactly come off as friendly, either. Just to be on the safe side, you take a look through the peephole before opening the door.

“Julianna?” you whisper, twisting your face up in bewilderment. How does she know where you live?

Even though she can be volatile, and is very clearly upset, you open the door.

“Julianna, how did you –”

“I need to speak with you.” she instantly says, cutting you off and taking a step closer to your door. But you move to the slide to block her from entering. You also move to block Lucky, who is currently barking furiously, from getting out.

“How did you get my address?” your voice comes off firm, almost as a warning. This isn’t exactly normal behavior.

“It’s not exactly hard to figure out that you live across the street.”

“But how did you get my apartment number?”

“I walked into your building, saw the mailboxes, and found your last name. Duh.”

Right, duh. Why wouldn’t someone do that? Totally normal explanation.

“Can you let me in?”

Against your better judgement, you agree. Leaning down, you take Lucky’s collar to hold him back while moving both of you aside. In an instant, she practically flies through the threshold, eyes scanning your home as she does. She always seems to be in such a rush, so frantic and out of sorts.

“Look, I don’t think you know what you’re getting into with Frankie.” She begins, spinning around as she stands in your living room.

“Not this again.” You mutter, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms once you’ve closed the door. You shift your weight, now giving her a soft glare. “I know about Frankie’s addiction, I’ve met your daughter, I’ve been with Frankie for seven months, Julianna. What else do you have to scare me with?”

“You haven’t been through this before, you haven’t seen someone you love fall down that path.”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I definitely have. I’ve been through this, and I’m prepared to help Frankie avoid it.”

“I’ve tried, too.” She takes a step toward you, speaking with compassion in her tone. “But this isn’t something you can do. Frankie and I have been through this before as husband and wife, and you need to let us do that again.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?!”

For a moment there, you thought she was actually being kind. But this again?

“You aren’t together anymore! What do you not understand?”

“We’re still married! What do you not understand?!”

“Julianna, do you even really want Frankie? Because it seems to me like you’re jealous.” After your sentence, your face grows stern, arms still crossed while you gesture here and there. “You didn’t want anything to do with him before I came along.”

“Maybe I needed that, okay? Maybe I needed to see that what I had was really special in order for me to appreciate it.”

“But that’s so fucked! You treated Frankie like shit! And you’re right, he is really special, but you don’t get to appreciate that anymore! You’re the one who fucked that up, not me.”

“Look,” she sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Frankie isn’t the man you think he is. I know you look at him like he’s some giant teddy bear, but he’s not.”

At this, you outright scoff. “The relationship Frankie and I have is nothing like the one you two had.”

Julianna’s dark eyes stare daggers directly into yours. “Has he told you about his time in special forces?”

Okay, she’s got you there. One thing you and Frankie haven’t touched on almost at all was his time in the military. You knew he’d been deployed and probably saw more than any person should ever see, and that’s the exact reason you never brought it up. Those memories are what led to Frankie’s addiction, so why would you ask him to unpack all of that?

“He’s done things that he isn’t proud of. Things that were hard for me to look past.”

“Like I said,” you remain firm in your stance. “You and I are not the same.”

“Why don’t you ask him about it?”

“What?”

“Ask him about Tom’s last trip.”

You have no idea who Tom is, and honestly, you don’t want to. If whatever happened with him and Frankie was important enough for you to know, then he would have already told you. And suddenly, all at once, anger consumes you.

“How dare you try to come here and speak to me about Frankie like this. How fucking dare you.”

You take a few firm steps toward her, with Lucky following at your side. He’s been a good pup, remaining on the hardwood floor near the front door. With fury rushing through your veins, you point a finger directly in her face.

“If you ever come to my door again, you’re gonna be met with something a lot harsher than words. You need to leave.”

At your swift movements, Lucky perks up, sprinting to yourself as he starts barking once again. Julianna’s eyes shoot down to your dog, growing wide as she maneuvers herself back.

“There is nothing you could ever say or do to change the way I feel about Frankie. Now go.”

“Really? You love Frankie?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then I hope he doesn’t put you through what he put me through.” She returns, promptly marching forward and seeing herself out your front door.

You turn to watch her leave, your lips parting in wonder as she shuts the door behind her.

What does that mean?

He’s texted you three times, but all you can do is stare at your phone. Why are Julianna’s words getting to you more than normal? Frankie sounds worried, you should respond. But you don’t want to give off the air of your unease, even through the phone. So, you decide to call it a night.

“What?” you whisper, confusion crossing your face as you look down at your now buzzing phone. “Frankie?” you ask, answering his call.

“Baby, are you okay?” he asks you, very clearly concerned. “Did I cross a line? I’m sorry I bothered you while you were studying I just –”

“Frankie, it’s okay, baby.” Comes your almost instant reassurance. “You didn’t cross a line, not at all.”

“Well… why’d you stop responding?” it sounds like a whisper, almost like he’s scared. You hate to hear him so worried.

“I, um…”

“See,” Frankie insists, “Something’s wrong.”

On the other end, you sigh, closing your eyes. There’s really no way around this. You’re bad at lying, and even if you weren’t, Frankie’s not easy to fool. “Julianna came over.”

“What?” he’d been lying in bed when he called, but your words make him shoot directly upward. The initial pang of adrenaline doesn’t subside, the concern only heightening his heart rate. “To your apartment? What? Why? What did she say? How did she even get there?”

“Frankie,” you coo to him on the receiving end of your call. “Breathe.”

“Baby, this shit makes me so nervous.” And when he says this, his voice cracks. He almost sobs on the other end, sucking in a harsh and deep breath.

“Frankie,” you repeat to him, your thoughts already going wild in your head. By the time Julianna had left, it’d been an hour. Now, it’s almost eight o’clock. Valentina is most likely in bed right now, and he can’t be alone when he’s like this, or at least he shouldn’t be. Even if he wasn’t recovering, you’d still want to be there for him right now.

“I hate seeing you like this, Frankie.”

“I’m sorry.” He sniffles, running a hand over his face.

“Don’t be. Would I…” with an almost defeated sigh, you give into what you both want most. “Could I come over?”

“Of course.” It makes Frankie beyond happy to know just how much you like coming over. Even with your separate and busy lives, you still make time for each other. You have since day one. “Do you think you’ll stay the night?”

You grin from your boyfriend’s response. “I’ll definitely spend the night.”

After a quick goodbye, each of you excited for your arrival, you hang up the phone. You told Frankie that you have tomorrow off, so you’ll likely stay at his house during the day to study. He doesn’t mind, of course, because that means he’ll get to come home to you when he gets off work. So, you pack your books and laptop into your backpack, along with your chargers and two of Lucky’s favorite toys. Since you’ll be at Frankie’s all day tomorrow, you decide to bring Lucky’s chew toy and stuffed rabbit so he’s not bored in what will be a mostly empty house. Plus, you’ll be busy, so these should occupy him.

All Frankie’s in when he opens the door are his boxers and a sweatshirt, making you instantly grin. But Frankie has a more somber look on his face. He gives you a fake smile though when he realizes you’ve seen his expression, stepping aside so you and Lucky can come in.

“Hi baby,” you whisper, quickly leaning down to let Lucky off his lead while Frankie closes the door.

The entire house is dark; no lights are on except for the one above the kitchen sink. Immediately, Lucky goes to lay down on the couch; his signature spot since he’s gotten comfortable at Frankie’s place.

“Hey,” Frankie quietly responds, his voice sleepy and gruff.

He opens his arms when you move toward him, the two of you meeting for a gentle embrace. You can already feel Frankie’s shaky breaths, your hands then moving to slowly rub his back. And he leans down when you do so, dropping his head to rest on your shoulder.

“I’m so glad you came over.”

“I know,” you agree, feeling his arms tighten around you. “Me too.”

After you’d told him that Julianna visited, worry struck him like a fist to the gut. For a brief moment, he thought that maybe she’d finally gotten to you. Maybe she’s finally said the perfect words to send you off; these thoughts growing in multitude when he learned that she’d mentioned his days in the service to you. He isn’t sure how you feel or what you want to say, isn’t even sure of everything that she said, so he lets you take the lead.

“Are you going to bed, baby?” you ask him, leaning back to look up at him.

Frankie shrugs. “Just laying down.”

“Why don’t we go lay down then? And maybe we can talk?”

He lets go of an unsteady breath before he nods, shoving his hands into the pocket in the front of his hoodie. You follow Frankie into his bedroom, doing your best to keep quiet while setting your back down on the floor.

“So,” he starts quietly, sitting on the edge of his bed. “What uh, what did she say?”

“She said a lot of things,” you sigh, leaning back against the wall while looking at him. “She mentioned how you treated her in the past, saying she hopes you don’t put me through what you put her through. I don’t really know what that means.”

Frankie’s face twists up; he doesn’t know either.

“She mentioned something about, um, a man named… Tom.”

At this, his eyes widen. Frankie’s stomach drops, an entire whirlwind of memories forcing themselves to the surface. Unpleasant recollections of his time in the Andes, the last time he saw Tom before he died. Jesus, why would she bring that up to you? Fuck, oh fuck, he’s going to have to explain himself to you.

You can see the look on Frankie’s face, easily interpreting his upset and fear. His eyes can’t stop staring at the ground, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulps heavily, nervously.

“I, um, I…”

“Baby, you don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

Again, Frankie’s face twists, but less aggressive this time. More so curious than confused. “What?”

“Frankie, I won’t ever force you to open up about that.” you take a few short steps over to his bed, sitting on the edge beside him. “I know it’s hard for you to forget, and I would never want to make you bring all of that back.”

Internally, Frankie’s heart is pounding. Before, he’d usually reach for his phone when under this kind of worry and stress. This isn’t something he likes to feel. But he feels like you’re holding him back from that edge, your eyes glued to his own and flickering back and forth.

“I know you’re a good man, Frankie.” You tell him, reaching out for his hand. “I know sometimes people do things they’re not proud of. But I know you’re a good man. I love you for that, baby.”

“Are you,” he whispers, his voice becoming hoarse, throat burning as tears begin to well in his eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, baby,” you reply with a nod, your hands rising to his face. Gently, you urge him to look up at you, and he does. “I’m sure.”

He wasn’t expecting this, not at all. He thought you’d come here demanding answers, he thought you’d be confused and mad and an entire mix of emotions. When you mentioned Tom, he was sure you were ready to leave. This is too much shit all wrapped in one fucked vessel of a person. Eventually, you’d have to have a breaking point, right?

Before he can think any worse of himself, you lean forward to grace him with a kiss. He welcomes it, of course, leaning into you fully as you drain all the worry from his body.

“Frankie, I love you, baby.” You coo to him, thumbs stroking the graying hair along his chin. And as if you can read his own thoughts, you then say, “I’m not going anywhere, I’m not leaving you.”

You want to reassure him as best you can, because you know that’s exactly what he’s thinking. You could tell just by the look on his face. Frankie doesn’t deserve all this worry, he’s worked so hard to build a life he can be proud of, he should be able to rest in it happily.

“Thank you, baby.” He sighs, voice breaking slightly. His right hand comes up, landing on your jaw while the other wraps around your back and holds you close. “Thank you for everything.’

He hadn’t intended for you to do so, but you crawl onto his lap. You’d read his slight pull as a sign to move onto him, instead of next to him. But then again, he isn’t complaining. He lets you slide over him, getting comfortable above him while he holds you the entire time. Your arms wrap around his neck, head lowering to rest on his shoulder while you tighten the hold you have on the other. And just like that, you can feel Frankie relax, sighing out a deep breath just from feeling the weight of your body against his.

“I love you,” he murmurs against your hair. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Hush,” you return, placing a loving kiss along the column of his neck, the sensation making him internally moan. “You deserve everything good in this world, baby.”

“I don’t.”

“Frankie,”

“I really, I don’t des –”

“Francisco,” you lift yourself from his neck, staring down at him with a warning in your eyes. He blinks almost dumbly at you; you’ve never called him that. “You need to stop thinking so badly of yourself.”

I can’t help it. But he doesn’t say it.

“You don’t owe anyone anything, Frankie.” He gives you a small chuckle. “What?”

“Kinda liked it when you used my full name.”

You smile at him, hoping this means he’s lightening up a bit. “Yeah?”

“Uh-huh,” he nods, leaning in to nudge your nose with his. “I appreciate you, baby. Some days, I really don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Yeah? Our one-night stand seemed to work out in your favor, huh?”

At this, he lets out a full chuckle, both palms sliding down to grab your backside in his hands. “It sure as hell did.”

“Yeah, well, it worked out for me, too.” You return, a bright smile growing on your face from his touch. “You make me happy, honey.”

“Can I lay you down?” Frankie then asks, wiggling his eyebrows when he says, “Maybe make you a little happier?”

“Baby, I kind of wanted to talk to you about something else.”

“Oh,” he says, cocking his head. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering… do you know when you’ll finalize your divorce?”

Oh, right. That.

Technically, Frankie and Julianna were still married. They were only separated and haven’t even started the legal process of their divorce. But you bring up a good point. It’s time.

“I think I should start the process of it.”

You offer a gentle smile, happy with his response. Your right hand lifts to his hair, softly combing through those beautiful curls.

“I think that’s a good idea, baby.” You nod, telling him softly, then adding, “I just want you all to myself.”

That makes Frankie sigh.

“Please let me have you.”

“You want to?” you giggle, biting your lower lip.

“I always want to.” he grumbles, rolling the two of you over and onto your back. “Will you let me, baby?” he asks, lips mumbling over your neck while he begins to nibble and lick.

“Frankie…” you sigh, both sets of fingers now digging into his locks. “Yes, please.”

While you love when Frankie takes control, something about the situation makes you want to switch that up, to not necessarily dominate him but take care of him. Maybe in a fashion similar to the first time you’d ever been together

“Frankie,” you repeat, this time quite breathlessly.

“Mm?” he grumbles in response, still mouthing at your neck.

“Lay back for me.”

“Huh?” he repeats quietly, now lifting himself from your neck to look into your eyes. And gently, your palms find his jawline.

“Lay back for me,” you tell him once more, calmly. “Let me take care of you.”

“Really?” he asks, already a bit out of breath, himself. He gets so pent up like this, you don’t think you’ll ever tire of it.

“Yeah, baby. Wanna ride you.”

Frankie chuckles, lifting his eyebrows and giving you quite the self-assured nod. “Knew you liked it from the very first night.”

“Shut up,” you laugh, rolling your eyes. “Lay down before I change my mind.”

Though, you wouldn’t – of course you fucking wouldn’t. Who the fuck would? No matter how much time you spend with Frankie, no matter how long you’re with him, you never get bored of him, or annoyed with him. At least, not long enough for it to really last. Truly, he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever met, inside and out. You’ve never experienced such a deep, intimate connection so quickly with someone before. And although Frankie’s little joke made the two of you laugh, there’s really something more behind it. It’s like you both knew that very first night, like you both could have said it right then and there. I love you.

Happily, Frankie lets you lay him back, the two of you shimmying slowly toward the head of the bed. When his head finally finds the pillows, he sighs, smiling below you. His eyes move over the masterpiece that is your angelic face, feeling his heart expand in size. He was never known to be a grouchy man, but any grouch left in him was surely melted away by you.

“Remember,” you whisper to him, just above his lips as you lean down. “You have to be quiet, okay?”

Frankie cocks his head to the side as he playfully raises his brows. He looks surprised, amused, by your words. Usually, he’s the one to say them.

“We’ll see about that,” he murmurs in return, smiling while he leans up to kiss you.

You grin at his response, moving with his lips. Your hands come down to frame his face, lips easily parting his own and moaning while sliding your tongue inside. Frankie’s breaths become hurried, his hands moving to your back and pulling you down as he thrusts up against you. His palms roam your hips and lower back, eventually sliding down to your ass. They’re fervent and passionate grabs, his fingers digging into your flesh while you continue to deepen the kiss.

“Take this off,” he gruffly commands, fingers quickly finding the hem of your shirt. “Baby, take it off. I wanna taste your tits.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nods, now fully breaking the kiss. “Take everything off.”

Leaning backward, you grab hold of your shirt, easily lifting it over your head. The gap you created allows Frankie to do the same, watching as you maneuver yourself off of his lap and onto your feet as you rid yourself of the rest of your clothes.

“Let me.” He practically begs, rolling over to the edge of the bed and falling to his knees. “Let me.”

You’re surprised – he’s never done this before. But something about you fully accepting him for the man that he is, regardless of his sins, makes him want to worship you, even more than before.

His plush lips find your skin, gently batting away your hands as they once laid over the top of your pants. Those deep, brown eyes close as he works his mouth over you, lightly sucking on your skin as his fingers pick up where yours left off. They drag your last pieces of clothing down over your hips and legs, his lips following suit. He explores every new inch of skin that he reveals, moaning wholeheartedly when he feels your fingers card through the feathery locks of his hair. The soft scrape of your fingernails provokes him further, one of his large hands finding a place beneath your knee. He lifts your right leg, propping it up on his shoulder while his other hand grabs hold of your hip to steady you.

“Frankie…”

He doesn’t answer you, just moves closer to your core. Frankie’s gorgeous face moves between your thighs, those smooth lips and that talented tongue quickly making contact with your sex.

“Baby,” you gasp passionately, feeling his tongue slide through the soft skin of your labia.

“Mm,” he returns, diving inside once he received a quick taste. “Turn around, ahora cariño.” (now sweetheart)

Before you even move of your own volition, he’s doing it for you, dropping your leg from his shoulder and grabbing hold of your hips with both hands. He spins you around, pressing a hand over your lower stomach to lean you backward on the bed. Your feet stay on the ground, but not for long. Quickly, easily, Frankie lifts both your legs this time, scooching in to be as close as he can to you. You wrap both around his head, your fingers digging into his locks as he attaches his mouth to you once more.

“Frankie, yes!” you cry out, and immediately, he slaps your outer thigh.

“Callarse,” he grumbles, refusing to remove himself from you. “Se buena para mi.” (Be quiet, be good for me)

“Frankie…” you whine out in frustration, throwing your head back on his bed.

He’s still kneeling before you, sliding his tongue through the beautiful essence dripping from your delicate lips. He mouths at you, hands sliding over your thighs and grabbing you fiercely whenever he sucks on you. It’s almost not fair how amazing he is at this, and on top of it all, he expects you to be quiet for it? Damn, maybe you really did speak out of turn earlier.

“Me encanta como sabes.” He nearly growls against you, his once gentle licks now turning into harsh sucks and slurps. (I love how you taste)

“Yeah?” you giggle, still keeping yourself hush. “You like it everywhere, don’t you?”

“You know I do.”

And just like that, without skipping a single beat, he slides down, now tonguing your much tighter hole. Which, in all honesty, is exactly what you wanted. Before Frankie, you never did this, at least, not on a regular basis. But he loves it, dear fucking god, does he love it.

“Oh, Frankie,” you whine, puffing out your chest as you arch your back. “I like it, I like it like that, just like that…”

“You’ve turned into such a dirty girl for me.” He rasps, sucking his pointer finger into his mouth before stretching your hole with it. “You wanna take this?”

“You?”

“No baby,” he coos to you, kissing your inner thigh. “Not tonight, just my finger, sweetheart.”

While you absolute melt over just the idea of taking Frankie in your backside, you know you’re not ready to do so tonight. And you’re so glad he feels the same.

“Yes, baby,” you nod, fingers combing through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly.

“Mm…” he moans happily in response, forming a small hickey in the delicate space he’d just kissed.

He pulsates the digit in and out, slowly, just barely. And as he goes deeper, he twists it, briefly pulling it back out to suck on it.

“Frankie, Jesus Christ.” You huff out in response, hearing his ardent licks before returning his finger to the crease of your cheeks.

“Qué?” he asks, sounding completely innocent from between your legs. “Sabes que me gusta.” (What? You know I like it)

“Baby,” he then sighs, eyes unwavering from your form. “Eres hermosa,” comes his breathy voice, moving to firmly cup your left cheek in his free hand. “You’re so hot baby, letting me do this to you…” (you’re beautiful)

“Baby, c’mon,” you say to him impatiently, “Please.”

“You don’t have to beg for me.” He tells you quietly. “Just tell me what you need.”

“I, oh…” you sigh, head falling back onto his bed. His pointer finger fully enters you, slowly pumping in and out. “I want more, you. I want you.”

“You want me inside, baby?” he asks, kissing the discoloration he left. He’s throbbing below you, a small trail of clear precum falling to the wood floor.

“Yes, Frankie. I love it when you play with me but, please, give it to me.”

Slowly, he retracts his finger, popping it inside his mouth as he rises to his feet once again. Leaning up on your forearms, you watch him fully undress, large hands fumbling with the strings on his sweatpants. You’ll never know what it is, but it’s beyond sexy to see him like this; something as simple as undoing his pants while he stands before you.

He groans lightly when he fists himself, having stepped out of his pants by now. Your lips part as you watch him, his fingers and palm pumping the thick length of him a handful of times. And the hottest part about it, is he’s watching himself, too.

“Me quieres, cariño?” he asks through a sigh, not lifting his head but only his eyes as he looks to you. (You want me, baby?)

You nod, planting your soles on the edge of the bed. Looking back down, he moves forward, closing even the tiniest of gaps between the two of you. As if he even needs to, Frankie lifts his left hand, running the pads of his fingers over his tongue as he lays it out. He then lowers them, rubbing the wetness of it over your already slippery lips.

“Oh…” you head drops back between your shoulder blades when he plays with your clit, smiling to himself at your reaction.

The brief stimulation sends tingles throughout your body, your naked chest heaving from his touch, for his touch. And it works, because just as he’s lining himself up, his other hand rises to your chest, squeezing you lightly in his palm.

“Baby, yes…”

He slides into you slowly, the stretch always something he takes his time with. It’s graceful, languid, his eyes not once leaving your meeting sexes. But that’s not what you want, not this time.

“Baby, I want you to,” you swallow thickly mid-sentence, drawing his gaze. “I want you to take control.”

He begins to smile at this.

“I like it when you’re rough with me.”

But he doesn’t respond, he just leans over you, laying his body over your own. He knows you wanted to ride him and while that sounded lovely at first, now, he doesn’t want that. He wants to take you.

“You know,” he sighs roughly above you, now entirely inside your walls. “I just… I love you.”

Your hands slide around his neck, moving to the back of his head. He rests his face beside yours, turning so he can run his lips over your cheek.

“I love you more than I’ve ever loved another woman.” He promises in the darkness, hips beginning to move. “I like when I take control over you, too. But right now… baby, I just wanna make love to you.”

“Frankie,” you return quietly, emotionally, tightening your hold on him. “I love you, too.”

“Tu eres,” he sighs, continuing to thrust into you, his arms holding onto you. “Tu eres mi alma gemela.”

Internally, you question what this means. You’ve never been completely fluent in Spanish; sure, you’re pretty good at understanding and speaking it. But that word, you don’t know.

“Qué significa eso, cariño?” you ask him breathlessly, lifting your legs to wrap them around his lower back. (What does that mean, baby?)

Frankie grunts when you do, the action provoking him to thrust harshly into you. He then lifts his head, staring down at you. With heavy breaths, and sure words, he tells you exactly what it means.

“You’re my soulmate.”

“Baby,” you shake your head, smiling. “I love you, Francisco.”

“I love that,” he grins, licking his lower lip. “Say my name again.” And then he’s mouthing at your neck, murmuring, “I never get to hear you say it.”

“Francisco,” you happily sigh, tilting your head to the side.

His hips continue to move against you, his own spreading your legs wider with every thrust. But you still cling to him, trying to keep your moans down.

“Francisco,” you repeat, now asking, “Faster, please.”

“No.” he responds without hesitation, keeping his pace steady but not slow.

“W – what?”

“I said no,” he grunts out, continuing to roll his hips against you, into you. “You’re mine? You’re not gonna leave? Then I get to fuck you how I want.”

“Oh, baby…” you sighs out, gasping lightly when he abruptly snaps his hips into you.

“Yeah,” he grins breathlessly, right hand moving to cup your jaw as he lifts himself from your neck. “Now, open your mouth for me.”

His words make your entire body tingle, euphoria filling your veins as he continues filling you, too. Frankie then proceeds to dip his head down, smiling wider when you part your lips for him. Without skipping a beat, he slides his tongue inside, immediately brushing it over yours. Both of your hands move to his jawline and cheeks, petting the slightly coarse scruff you love so much.

“I want you to be mine,” he breathes out against you, “I can’t wait for you to be mine.”

“I’m yours, Frankie, baby, I’m yours. I promise I’m yours.”

And while he knows you mean that, and knows that you currently are, he’s thinking of something different. He’s thinking of something more.

“You feel so g – good, baby, I –” you quiet yourself before you gasp, feeling the steady rock, the steady drag of his erection against your heated walls.

“Yeah?” he returns, pressing passionate kisses to your jawline and cheek, even some to your nose. “Good enough to make you cum?”

“Always.”

He can feel you fluttering around him, can feel himself throbbing in response.

“Baby, can I cum inside?” he grunts out, his body weight pressing more firmly into you. “Can I please cum inside? I wanna feel it so bad, sweetheart, wanna see it drip out.”

“Oh my fucking god,” you pant out, eyes rolling back in your head. “Yes Francisco, yes. Cum inside me, amor.” (love)

“I can get it deep inside, you want it deep inside you, sweetheart? Yeah?” he’s speaking hurriedly, breathily, nearing his high.

With every rut, his hips meet yours completely, the last few becoming rushed and sloppy.

“Yes, yes Frankie…” you whimper, shoving your head back and holding him against you, your body now tightening around him.

Your legs shove him deeper inside, hips thrusting up against him, with him, as you cum. He can feel your entire body clench up and quiver, back arching and body rolling lightly beneath the weight of him. You tuck your head into his neck, chest straining to quiet your shrill cry.

Frankie’s dominant hand comes up from beneath your back, holding your head as it rests in the crook of his neck. He bites down on his bottom lip, snarling his upper slightly as he pinches his eyes shut. It’s almost as if he can feel it overcome him, hips jerking involuntarily and sitting flush against your own.

“B – Baby,” you hiss, shivering against him, reveling in the feel of his strong hold.

Your body rolls up against his, his chest heaving against you. The deep rumble vibrating through his chest makes you sigh, feeling his hips still against your own. He feels it rush out of him, spurt after spurt, silently groaning with his mouth agape beside you.

“I love you, baby, you know that?” he asks, still holding the back of your head. He then turns, kissing your temple kindly. “You’re so precious to me.”

It’s rare that Frankie fails to provide aftercare; he honestly feels like he owes it you, caring for you after allowing him to live out some of his dirtiest fantasies. But even before then, he did it. He just cares for you, selflessly.

“Frankie,” you call softly after him, watching him retreat to the bathroom once he’s helped clean you… after he watched himself drip from you.

He turns around, washing himself and then his hands as he looks at you. “What?”

“You don’t have to tell me, you know, about anything. I don’t need to know about your past to know you’re a good man.” You then stand, grabbing a pair of underwear and one of Frankie’s shirts to sleep in. “I won’t ever force you to open up about that.”

When Frankie steps out, he’s in a pair of clean boxers, running his fingers through his hair. He has a grateful smile on his face, striding over to pull you in for a hug.

“C’mere, honey.” He whispers, pressing a kiss over your hair.

He guides you to his bed, opening the covers for the two of you to snuggle in.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever fallen for someone as quickly as this.” Frankie expresses this wholeheartedly, moving to wrap an arm around you; and something in his heart truly calms when he feels you relax into his hold. “It just feels right with you.”

“I agree,”

He looks down at you, just as you look up, admiring your kind smile. There’s never been an unnatural feeling between the two of you, never been a sensation of hesitation as to whether or not the other was right for you, meant for you.

“I want to do something,” he then tells you, leaning his head against yours. “I’ve been wanting to do it for a while now but, I guess, I could never really find the right time to do it.”

This makes you look up with curiosity, and honestly, a little worry.

“I’ve been wanting to give you a house key, but… it doesn’t feel right, honestly.”

Instantly, your heart sinks. You just had a beautiful moment together, you just made love together; why is he saying this right now?

He sees the concern on your face, but just smiles. “I want you to move in with me.”

Even though you weren’t at the house before she fell asleep, Valentina wasn’t surprised to see you in the morning. It’s a Friday, aka, not your day to get her ready. So, Frankie let you sleep in. But when you joined them for breakfast, Vale acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. Maybe she’s finally getting used to you, after all.

“Buenos días, hermosa.” Frankie smiles, kissing your cheek while admiring your sleepy expression. What a perfect man. (Good morning, beautiful)

“G’morning, baby.” You return, sliding into the seat next to Valentina. Her dad is making eggs, and she’s already got some on her plate. “Hola niña, cómo has dormido?” (Hey girl, how’d you sleep?)

She shrugs, popping another forkful of eggs into her mouth. “Buena.” (Good)

You ponder this for a moment, nodding while you yawn. “Soñaste?” (Did you dream?)

“No,” she shakes her head, frowning. “No esta vez.” (No, not this time)

“Eggs, mi amor?” (My love?)

“Sí, por favor.” You grin in return, watching as he slides some onto your plate. (Yes, please.)

He then speaks to Vale, letting her know that they have to get ready to go soon. Both of them are dressed and ready for the day, while you’re still in your pajamas. But you give yourself some slack; you just woke up, after all.

“I’ll be back, baby.” Frankie says to you, not long after you’ve finished your eggs. When he leans in to kiss your cheek, he whispers, “And I’ve got a surprise, too.”

His words make you smile; last night was quite the unexpected surprise, one so surprising, in fact, that you’re opting to tell Valentina about it until later this weekend. But what more could he have planned? You’re also going to get Frankie’s new pet today, so you wonder what else he’ll try to fit in.

While he and Vale are gone, you ready yourself for the day. You take a quick shower, freshen yourself up while changing into some clean clothes. The only clean pieces you have here right now are a pair of sweats and some underwear, along with a red crop top. So, you slide them on, and get comfy on the couch. You’re not sure when Frankie will be back, you’re honestly surprised he’s coming back at all. He should have work, but maybe he’s going in late today. Either way, you grab your books and set up shop in the living room, finishing another set of flash cards and two extra chapters before he gets back home.

“Hermosa?” Frankie calls out, finally returning home. (Beautiful?)

The Spanish word makes your heart swell inside. They’re always so cute, the nicknames he chooses to call you, and of his own accord too. He’s just sweet like that. Sometimes tooth-rottingly sweet. But you don’t mind it, you actually like it; prefer it, really.

“Hi, cariño.” You beam, walking out of your soon to be shared bedroom, having just used the ensuite in there. “Don’t you have work today?” (Hi, baby)

Frankie strides towards you, arms wide with that signature bright smile on his face. “Not today.” He tells you, wrapping you in a hug.

“What’s going on?” You giggle, naturally accepting his embrace.

“I’m taking the day off, honey.” Frankie says, hand lovingly petting the back of your head. “Today is all about me and you.”

“Really?” You ask him, breaking the hug to look up into those deep, warm eyes.

“Yeah,” he softly replies, that gorgeous dimple more than visible in his cheek. “I want to spend the whole day with you, babe. Want to take you out to dinner tonight, too.”

“What’s the occasion?” Your bubbly laugh comes out happily as you raise an eyebrow at him.

“You moving in.” He grins, “You’re my person, you know that?”

His words make you sigh; how did you end up with this man? How did you end up with someone so naturally kind and caring? Someone who is so genuinely in love with you? He told you last night that he could never find the right time to give you a key to his home, but then, he offered something even better. He’s offering a chance for you to expand the life you’re creating together. He not’s offering you a key to his home, but offering an invitation for you to call it yours.

“I know that baby.” You nod, moving to hold his adorably handsome face in both your hands. “And you’re mine, too.” With an excited giggle, you then say, “I’m so excited to live with you.”

“I know,” Frankie responds quietly, excitedly. “I think it’s going to be so fun.”

You chuckle at this; he’s so giddy, it’s almost like he’s a little kid. There were times where Frankie gave in to the burdens he faced throughout life, and then there were times when his true personality showed through. You’re more than aware of which side he’s presenting to you right now.

“Vale’s abuela is picking her up from school today. She’s going to spend the night there tonight so it can be just me and you.”

“Awe, baby, you didn’t have to do that. We can have a great night with her here, you know that.”

Frankie’s grin just widens. “Not with the night I have planned.”

Detailed Chapter Summary

Valentina isn't warming up to you the way Frankie had hoped. So, you and Frankie decide to take turns getting her up for school every other day; he thinks it will be good for the two of you to spend the morning together.

While Vale is at school, you talk to Frankie about getting a pet, maybe a guinea pig. You explain that it could be a distraction from his addiction and help him with stress when you're not around. He considers it.

Your school work begins to pile up, but while you're at your apartment studying, Julianna stops by. She tries to convince you to stop seeing Frankie, which doesn't work. After she leaves, you tell Frankie about what happened, which prompts him to invite you over. He's a mess, but you reassure him, and ask when he'll finalize his divorce. He promises it will be soon.

After reassuring him further with gentle and loving sex, Frankie admits something to you. He wants you to move in with him, and you accept.

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