Kitty
It’s been forever
What the fuvk is up
Got any hot by santi thots you’d like to share with the class?
Hi Romana!!!! Life kinda got away from me but I am always here for some hot Santi thots. Since I was camping a few weekends ago I think maybe some camping thots.
You know the drill 18+ only under the jump
Despite what he did for a living Santiago loved camping. It was a chance to get away from the ugliness of what he did for a living and a chance to refresh himself and spend time with you.
Night two or three of camping is always his favorite because by then you've relaxed into the camping trip and thats when two sleeping bags become one.
You always protest that you'll stay in yours but when he points out that it's easier to fuck in you didn't hesitate to join the two and quickly undress.
Camping sex with Santiago is different than sex in the city. Here is is gentle less rushed and more thorough. His calloused hands exploring every nook and cranny of your body, memorising you and worshipping you while pulling cries of pleasure and orgasm after orgasm from you with just his hands and mouth.
Before he even climbs between your legs to fuck you he's already pulled so many orgasms from you that you think you might actually have seen god at one point and you whisper the word "Pope" making him chuckle.
He pushes into you with a soft whisper of your name before he starts to slowly take you apart again and again. He held himself back from cumming as long as he could wanting to make sure that you were fully satisfied.
When he came he buried his face in the crook of your neck whining your name over and over again like a prayer. A pray of gratitude and love, a pray of fulfillment. In you he found a sliver of peace. And he held onto it with both hands.
Once he came down from his post orgasmic bliss he rolls off to lay next to you in the double sleeping bag. "So Pope huh?" He'd asked earning a weak swat from you. With a deep throaty laugh he'd pull you in close. The mess could be cleaned later but for the moment he needed to hold you and be held buy you.
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Hi!!!!! Again!!!
I was wondering if could get something with reader and Frankie being intimate for the first time and reader is nervous bc she has SH scars?
Or conversely, if writing about that is uncomfortable, reader gets nightmares?? I suffer from horrific nightmares bc trauma and wish I had someone to hold me when I had them 😭
If none of this speaks to you there’s 0 pressure, I hope you have a great day and I look forward to reading more Frankie!!! You write him so well
Thank you for the request, @romanarose and I'm sorry you had to wait so long! I wanted to go witht he first option and it's a difficult topic, I didn't want to get it wrong. I hope you like it <3
Frankie x f!reader
Warnings: PTSD, former trauma, former self harm, scars, Frankie Morales is Consent King, first time having sex (with each other, no one is a virgin here), nudity, kissing. All is soft and well <3
Words: 1,123
It’s not like you hadn’t thought about it. You thought about it a lot, in fact: every time you met someone new, you had to face the fact that there were so many chances for them to run for the hills. Or not understand. Or the worst yet: add to your trauma, worsen your injuries, break you even more.
Frankie seemed okay. You learned very quickly that he had his own demons: he shared his history of PTSD and drug abuse early on. Visibly nervous but with a clear voice and a firm eye contact, he told you a condensed version which ended with him reassuring you that he understood if you wanted to stop seeing him, that he knew that this was a lot to handle. You could just part ways amicably.
You shook your head and said that you had a dark past of your own, but you weren’t ready to share yet. He accepted that, and that same night, he asked you if he could kiss you. It was the first kiss you two shared, and it was sweet and full of promise.
Each time you saw him, hung out with him, kissed him, you knew that you were coming to this: you were going to have to get naked before him, and he would learn what your trauma had made you do to yourself. The shame was still there, even if therapy had helped a lot. But being naked with someone new was always daunting, and your scars just made it worse. You couldn’t even ease him into it because teenage you had been devious enough not to blemish your wrists, no, your whole history was mapped out on your thighs in a criss-cross of short, white lines.
And when that evening comes, and you’re making out on Frankie’s couch, his heavy yet comforting weight on you, his hard cock pressing against your through his jeans and yours, you feel it in your searing hot and sopping wet core that it’s going to have to happen. You can’t wait any longer: you want him, desperately, heart-achingly, completely.
He pulls his mouth from yours when you start to work his shirt off him.
”Are you sure?” he asks you breathlessly, eyes dark with desire yet softly searching your face. ”I don’t want to pressure you.”
”I’m sure,” you confirm, just as short of breath as he is, and embarrassingly eager to see his naked chest, to embrace him and find out what it feels like to be with him, skin to skin.
Frankie sits up and takes his shirt off, and you are free to caress the naked skin beneath. You sit up as well and trace your lips along the warm skin, kiss him over his wildly beating heart, his soft moan telling you just how good it feels to him.
Your top and bra follow his shirt onto the floor and Frankie's prickly chin is tickling the soft, sensitive flesh of your breasts as he flicks his tongue over your hardening nipples. Not until you are mewling does he come up for a sweet yet teasing kiss, before trailing his lips down between your breasts, over your stomach, all the way down to your bottoms. You lift your ass to make it easier for him to pull them down, and Frankie kisses every inch of revealed skin before him.
Then he stops, and you realize that he's seeing them. Your scars. You wet your lips nervously and start to stammer out explanations and excuses, but Frankie comes up to silence you with another gentle kiss.
"Can I take off the rest of your clothes?" he asks, his voice warm and sincere, and you nod mutely. Naked before him, more nervous about your scars than your body, you can barely look him in the eye. You try to still your shaking limbs but can't, your nerves having taken control over your twitching muscles.
"I used to cut myself," you finally offer quietly. "And I did it on my thighs so nobody would know."
Frankie has his big, warm, palm on your knee, and he's just silently regarding you. Relieved, you note that he doesn't seem disgusted or shocked, just... sad. Sympathetic, as if he had personal knowledge of that crippling anxiety that drove you to use a razorblade on yourself, time and time again.
"I'm sorry you had to do that," he eventually says. "I'm sorry you were made to feel that bad."
You try to shrug. "It was a long time ago. I'm better now."
"I'm very glad about that."
His smile is so gentle that it hurts your heart, and you press a smile back, but your lower lip is trembling. You're still shivering, your body a mess of arousal, shot nerves, and hope.
"Is this okay?" you want to know, your voice wavering slightly. "It's not too ugly?"
"Sweetheart," Frankie immediately pulls you into his chest, "nothing about you is ugly." He kisses the top of your head, his hand moving in soothing circles on your back. "You're beautiful, and you make the world beautiful."
You blink hysterically but the tears still rise and spill down your cheeks. "So do you, Frankie."
He hears the sob in your voice and kisses your wet cheeks before laying you down and peppering your neck with kisses.
"Can I touch them? The scars?"
"Uh-huh." You don't trust your voice to carry, but Frankie smiles comfortingly at you, and you cup his cheek, let your fingers wander and get lost in his thick, soft locks.
Your thigh muscles are tense when he brushes his lips to the first scar, but for each little show of love for the marks that you gave yourself during the darkest part of your life, you relax. Your heartbeat returns to the apex of your thighs, and you know you're slick down there, but Frankie doesn't go there, not yet, but instead focuses on instilling your scars with his devotion. You let him lull you into complete security and relaxation. You even close your eyes and sigh out your breath in a low, happy hum. He finds your hand and braids his fingers with yours, his thumb slowly stroking the back of your hand.
Your eyes blink open when he says your name. He's smiling at you, the beautiful crow's feet gathering at the corners of his warm, pretty eyes.
"You okay?" he wants to know. You nod, sitting back up and reaching for the fly of his jeans.
"I need you now."
"You got me."
When he finally sinks into you there is no longer any trace of shame left, only desire and a budding love that you somehow know will last for a long, long time.
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Love love love the dating the millers post!!!! I don’t see very much will content so that made me very happy! If you are so inclined, what are some of your favorite will fics if you have any suggestions
Ily!
Hi hi! Thank you so much! :D
Yeah, there aren't much Will fics around, and I'm a very picky reader tbh (I avoid certain triggers & things)
So I haven't read much Will fics, but here are my favourites (I already re-read them twice lol)
• Sucker by @buckysred
This was so sweet and cute!
• Slow down by @floralpascal
Smut, but soft af <3
• This headcanon by @villainvindicator
Angst but he is so vulnerable here with reader and my heart goes '💓'
Lots of love! <3 <3
If you have any recommendations for Will fics, feel free to suggest them :)
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Hiiiii I live home coming a lot (obviously lol)
Forgive me if I missed this and it’s been done but
How did the millers react when Frankie and Santi said they were a throuple? Did they have to come out? How did it go?
Hello lovely!!!
The Miller brothers and generally the trio's friends circle is something that I intend to expand on in the future. But one of my headcanons that I have with @thirstworldproblemss is that poor William Ironhead Miller has had to sit there and suffer through these dumb dumb's decade long's worth of yearning and stand by and watch it unfold.
I've hinted at it both in Body combat�� where he catches Frankie STARE at Santiago with what is essentially hearteyes, and equally in Changes at Frankie and Boa's wedding Will is the one who notices that Santiago's heart is basically cracking into a million pieces.
Will in Homecoming-verse is someone who's incredibly observant but also just wants to mind his own business and not get involved in other's. So when it comes out that the three of them have finally gotten their shit together -- Will is not surprised. AT ALL. Cause he knew the three had feelings for each other, his overwhelming reaction is: relief.
Like oh thank fucking god you got your shit together and sorted it.
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