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megamindsecretlair · 7 months

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Pray For Me

Pairing: Franklin Saint x Black!Fem!Shy!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Smut, PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (fem receiving), size kink, all consensual. Praise kink. Use of n-word. Mention of jail, smoking, and drinking. Established friendship.

Summary: Franklin has just been released from jail. Jerome and Louie welcome him home in style. You had grown up around the corner from Jerome and you stop by to show Franklin a little love.

Word Count: 3,404k

A/N: Sometimes you gotta take your own advice. I was nervous to write this. But we are our own worst critics! I had fun writing this though, and hopefully it's one of many. Hello brainrot. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

Taglist: Special shoutout to @planetblaque for encouraging me to watch this show and fall in love with this man!

You heard the music before you rounded the corner with your friends. You tugged on your skirt for the thousandth time, wondering if you should’ve just worn jeans and been done with it.

“Girl, you look fine, c’mon,” your friend said and pulled you into the house. Damn, it’d been a good while since you were here. Probably not since the fourth when Jerome nearly set the roof on fire. There were plenty of bodies spilling out of the house, people hanging on the porch and in the front yard.

Plumes of smoke rose into the air with the loud stink of weed. “How you doin’ ladies,” someone said as you passed by the front door.

“I thought you said this was more lowkey,” you said. Somehow, you didn’t think Franklin was into…all of this. You grew up on the block near his uncle, so it was nothing for you to see Franklin from time to time. Over the years, he only got more handsome. He was tall, good looking, and that voice…

You spent many a night dreaming of that voice. You’d kill to have him look your way once. Just once. But everyone knew that he and Melody had something going on, always sniffing after each other. So you only got to admire him from afar and at the few moments like these, spent at parties at his uncle’s house.

Your friends dragged you inside and you immediately searched the room for Franklin. You didn’t see him yet but..fuck, it seemed like half the block was inside Jerome’s house.

“Hey baby!” You turned to the sound of Louie’s voice and smiled wide. You hugged her and leaned back.

“You look good!” You told her. Louie was always who you wanted to be when you got older. She was so pretty and she always had her hair in interesting styles.

“I always look good!” She said and you laughed with her.

She moved on throughout the party. There was shouting in one corner and through the press of bodies, you saw Jerome shadow boxing with Leon. The size difference between them made you want to laugh. They were both handsome in their own ways, but you weren’t sure how Louie handled Jerome’s jheri curl.

You gave up your search for Franklin. He probably had a hundred people congratulating him on getting out or wanting more of his time. Or he had his tongue down Melody’s throat somewhere, if her dad let her out of the house.

You came here to celebrate him, yes, but also just to get out and be among your people. There was something cathartic about having like-minded people all in a good mood. Dancing, drinking, or smoking or just having a good time. No arguments, no petty dramas. Nothing but Black folk and good music.

The song switched and Cutie Pie came on. The party exploded in noise and people flocked to the living room, bumping hips and pulling each other into dancing. You shook your head of thoughts of Franklin and focused on having fun with your girls.

You danced and moved around the tight space, singing along to the words. You twirled the floor with your friends and got lost in the music. Heat erupted in the living room as everyone moved in tandem. You laughed as guys tried to show out for the women.

“Goofy ass niggas,” your friend cackled.

“You like them goofy ass niggas!” You said.

“And!” Your friend said and you laughed with her.

After a few songs, you were worn out. You waved your hand as your friends tried to keep you going. You had sweat pouring everywhere. If you didn’t sit down now, you were going to pass out. You fanned yourself as you collapsed on the couch. Your leg bumped someone’s.

“My bad,” you said.

“You look like you’re havin’ fun.” There. That voice.

You looked to your right and saw Franklin Saint smiling at you. Franklin. Smiling at you.

“Yeah, I am.” You swallowed hard and was thankful that the music was so loud that he couldn’t hear it. Damn. He looked amazing. Dressed in a simple purple T-shirt and dark jeans, he looked delicious enough to eat.

Franklin nodded and smirked. “You don’t though,” you said. You weren’t sure where that came from, but the more you looked at him, the more you realized it was true. He looked set apart from everyone else.

“I’m havin’ fun,” he said. He had to yell a bit to be heard over the music. His head dipped towards yours and you smiled. He smelled so good. You hadn’t been this close to him in forever. You soaked up every single detail. You felt silly, but this was already the greatest night ever.

“Been a minute since I seen you,” he said.

You shrugged. “Just been workin’,” you said. The more you spoke to him, the more the initial shock wore off. You were able to hold a conversation like a normal person. Slowly, Franklin seemed to relax into the conversation just like you. You didn’t talk about anything important, really. Just the latest books you’d read, the latest movies you’d gone to see, or how work was going.

“What?” You asked. You were in the middle of talking about work when you noticed that Franklin was just staring at you.

“You’re really beautiful,” he said softly, his words nearly drowned out by the loud music. You ducked your head and scratched absently at your cheek. Franklin took that hand in his and played with your fingers.

His large hands swallowed yours and you stared at your hands intertwined. His hand was warm and sent tingles up your arm. You looked at him to find him focused on your face. “Thank you, Franklin,” you said with a smile.

“I should be thankin’ you,” he said.

“Why’s that?”

“You’re the first person to talk to me like I’m normal. Since I got out,” he said.

You squeezed his hand. “You are normal, Franklin,” you said. You made sure to look him in the eye so that he really believed you. He smirked and nodded. “You just need some rest, that’s all.”

“Or maybe I need to hang around you more often,” he said with a grin.

You sucked your teeth. “Stop playin’,” you said.

“I’m not playin’. I like talkin’ to you,” he said.

Your heart plopped to the floor. Warmth spread through your body and you curled your toes in your shoes. “I like talkin’ to you, too,” you said.

“You want a drink or somethin’?” He asked.

You shook your head and played with his hand. Your thumb ran over the space between his thumb and index finger. “I don’t mess with that stuff.”

“Me neither. Why don’t you?” Franklin’s attention was unnerving. It was hard looking him in the eyes sometimes. Almost as if he was peering into the depths of your soul and judging what he saw.

“The truth?”

“Always the truth,” he said.

“I got control issues sometimes. Drinkin’ or smokin’, I don’t like being that out of control.”

Franklin’s smile was slow but it spread from one side to the other. He laughed and shook his head.

“Don’t laugh at me!” You said and shoved his knee. He shook his head but continued to laugh.

“I’m not!”

“Then why you laughin’?” You watched him settle down and shake his head.

“Just somethin’ funny. You might like being out of control sometimes,” he said.

“I’on know about that,” you said. You knew it was an issue with you. But you couldn’t help it. Between your family and your job, you were constantly thrown in responsible roles before you were truly ready. It wasn’t like you had a choice to not rise to the challenge. You saw the way drinking and smoking made people crazy. You weren’t into it.

“Hey, wanna come with me?” He asked.

Before you could ask him what he meant, he smiled and stood up from the couch. The living room had cleared out a bit since you had been talking to Franklin. How long had you sat there? It was a little disorienting looking around. The crowd had pushed out onto the front lawn. There was more room to breathe and think.

He pulled you up by the hand he still held. He was really damn tall. You looked up into his mischievous eyes. His smile never left as he inclined his head and pulled you through the living room towards the hallway.

You suppressed a giggle as he pulled you into a room and closed the door. The music from the main room was still thumping, but it was significantly muffled by the closed door. Your ears rang as Franklin turned on a light. This time you giggled. You were standing in Franklin Saint’s room. The situation was a little absurd.

“It looks like you,” you said.

Your eyes roamed around the things he put on the wall and his cassette collection. You leaned down and looked through the tapes.

“What it look like? Tell me,” he said.

“Clean and studious. Lots of books,” you said and pointed to the books on his desk.

“What, a nigga can’t read?”

You laughed. “I didn’t say it was bad,” you said.

Franklin turned that assessing gaze on you as if he couldn’t figure you out. Like you were a mystery book and he hadn’t reached the final reveal yet. He stood leaning by the door so he walked slowly towards you. You stood your ground.

He brought his hand up and traced your lips with his thumb. He leaned down and kissed you. You committed every detail to memory. The way his lips slanted against yours. The heat was pouring off of his body. The way the purple shirt rustled against yours. His hand as it dropped to your shoulder and then to your waist to pull you closer.

You smiled when you broke apart and glanced at Franklin. “Damn. You sure no one’s gonna come barging in?”

“Door locked. Scared?” He asked with a smirk.

“No. I’m a lady,” you said and Franklin laughed. You smacked his shoulder. “I just want to make sure no one’s gonna walk in,” you said. You were too shy to say what you really meant. And you also needed time to think.

This was completely unreal. You were standing in Franklin’s room, kissing him. It was like someone peeked inside your head and offered you everything you dreamt of.

“Hey, it’s just us. I promise,” he said. “Trust me?”

This was Franklin. You’d known him all your life. You nodded and smiled. You did trust him. Damn everything, but you did.

Franklin kissed you again and you relaxed into it, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders and hugging him tight. His arms came around your waist and he started to walk you backwards towards the bed.

Once your legs hit it, he stopped and smirked down at you. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his chest. You’re pretty sure you drooled as you took him in. Your hands explored his body as he lifted your shirt out of your skirt and pulled it over your head.

You took off your bra as he unzipped his jeans. You kept your eyes on each other, smiling and giggling as you two quickly disrobed. His eyes perused your body and you never felt sexier.

“So beautiful,” he said.

You ducked your head but it only made you look at his swelling dick. You knew he was packing, skinny dudes usually were, but damn. How the hell did he walk with that between his legs? It was a miracle he wasn’t always drooping forward.

“Oh shit,” you said.

Franklin laughed and kissed you again, distracting you. You could become addicted to his kisses. They were at once soft and hard. Sweet but forceful. He kissed down to the side of your jaw and then onto your neck.

His big, juicy lips suckled on your neck as he lowered you to the bed and climbed on top. You moaned just from the feel of him slotting in between your legs. His dick pressed into the crook of your leg, warm and thick.

Franklin kissed up to your ear. “That pussy wet for me?”

You moaned and bit your lip. You wouldn’t survive a night with Franklin Saint. Not if he kept talkin’ nasty like that. You nodded.

“Let me hear that pretty voice then,” he said. He kissed back down from your neck to your chest. When he got to your nipples, he hummed in pleasure and suckled one of them into his mouth. You watched as he turned that intense gaze to your chest. Sucking on your nipples as if it was his only job in the world.

You moaned and squirmed beneath him. If you were wet before, you were soaking right now as his warm tongue teased your nipple into a needy little bud.

“Franklin,” you said with a gasp.

He let go of your nipple with a loud pop. He looked at you as he lowered his mouth towards your other nipple and gave that one as much attention. Keeping eye contact was hard when all you wanted to do was roll your eyes back. Your hands massaged his shoulders and the back of his neck.

“Focus,” he said. He kept going until your nipples were matching buds. He kissed down your belly stopping every so often to suckle a bit of skin in between his teeth.

You twitched every time he did that and you slapped at his shoulder. “Franklin!”

He chuckled as he continued to travel down, nosing your damp curls and inhaling. You bit your lip and wiggled. You were used to guys getting right down to having sex. It was rare that someone went down on you without you having to beg like a fool.

“Hm, lemme taste it,” he said, that slow drawl of his like its own symphony. He didn’t wait for permission. He latched those beautiful lips to your pussy and you moaned and melted into his bed. It smelled like him too. You moaned from smelling his clean scent and from the magic he weaved in between your thighs.

Your legs involuntarily closed around his head. He felt so damn good. He alternated between flicking your clit and suckling on it. Between licking you like his own popsicle and tracing little circles.

“Oh fuck,” you whined and rolled your hips. Franklin grabbed your thick thighs and pried them apart. You looked down at him with an apology on your lips but licked your pussy again and robbed you of all coherent thought.

“Need some room to work, woman,” he said. He kissed your pussy and then dived back in, fucking you with his tongue.

“Oh, oh, oh,” you said. He returned his attention to your clit and sucked hard. You came on his tongue, your body betraying you and twitching and jerking.

Franklin found your hands with his and held you as your orgasm ripped through you. You held on for dear life as your moans competed with the music outside. He continued to kiss and makeout with your pussy as you convulsed. As you came down, he rubbed the remainder of your juices on the back of your thighs.

He crawled up the bed and braced himself with his elbows. He was level with you as he kissed you. You faintly tasted yourself on his tongue. As he kissed, he moved his hips until his dick pressed against your entrance.

He started to push in and you moaned into his mouth. “Let me hear you,” he said.

He looked into your eyes as he pushed further in. The sweet burn of him stretching you out made you hiss. You drew your legs up and wrapped them around his lean frame. “Franklin!” You wrapped your arms around him as he started to stroke.

With each stroke, he pushed in deeper until he hit a spot deep inside of you. You fell apart under him. That stroke was a switch inside of you. You never felt someone go so deep or so hard before and you were clutching him to you, shaking and moaning as your orgasm fractured you into a million tiny shards.

Franklin watched you as you floated back down to your body, panting. The room was burning up. Or maybe that was you. You were both slick with sweat as Franklin smirked at you.

He continued his slow, deep strokes. Again, he hit that spot deep inside of you. “I can’t, I–”

Fuck, you had cum so many times already. But with every glide of his dick, your belly flipped and your pussy clenched him.

“Sure you can,” he said. He nodded and continued to move inside of you. He hiked your legs higher until your feet hit the top of his ass. It allowed him to truly move deeper inside of you.

Your arms wrapped under his so that your palms were directly on his back muscles, feeling them contract and expand as he slid in and out of you. It brought his chest down to rest on top of yours. He held his weight, but now your overly sensitive nipples rubbed his chest.

“Franklin, please,” you said. You weren’t exactly pushing him off. But these slow strokes were killing you. You could deal with jack rabbit niggas that just wanted to bust and get off of you. You could even deal with the niggas that thought they had a little game and you managed to get something out of it.

Franklin was completely different. He took his time. Your pleasure came first. This was the difference between fucking with ignorant muthafuckas and a grown man. Something must have shown on your face because he kissed you, bringing you back to the moment.

“Please, what?” He demanded.

“I can’t…” You still couldn’t form the words. His dick was slick with your juices. He slid in and out with ease. He eased all the way out and went even slower sliding back in.

The noises that left you should leave you embarrassed. But you felt nothing but safe in his arms. Safe to be yourself. Safe to give him every moan, every excited utterance, and every cry. Another orgasm was building in your belly.

“Can’t what?” He asked.

You looked into his eyes. That was a big mistake. You were trapped in the liquid pool of his eyes. His grin spread across his face. He was having fun while he was breaking you apart.

“Franklin,” you cried. You pushed at his shoulders but he was an immovable force. He pecked your lips and smiled at you.

“I just want one mo,” he said.

You shook your head back and forth. There was no way. Franklin kissed you and toyed with your lips while he continued his deep strokes. Never breaking eye contact.

You didn’t want him to stop but you also needed him to. He felt too good stretching you out and wringing any and all sounds you were capable of.

“I know you can do it,” he said and kissed you again.

“Fuck,” you whispered as your orgasm rolled over you like a bulldozer. You tensed up, cries and moans scratching the back of your throat, clutching him to you as if he were the only thing keeping you together. Your pussy contracted around him and triggered his own release.

“Goddamn,” he moaned as his cum spilled inside of you. You felt each hot spurt bathe your pussy.

Franklin held you as you calmed down. He rained kisses all over your face as he slipped out slowly so he wouldn’t hurt you. You caught your breath as you felt him leave you. You shivered and Franklin rolled onto his side and pulled you closer.

“Been wantin’ to do that for a while,” he said.

“You have?” You asked and looked at him.

“Mhm,” he said. He pulled your leg over his and he rubbed your thigh. You caressed his cheek and he smiled at you.

“I wanna do that again,” you whispered to him. He chuckled and nodded. You didn’t have to pinch yourself. This may have been a dream come true, but it was a reality you weren’t ready to wake up from.

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w1ldthoughts · 4 months

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A Thousand Years

Synopsis: Zoey brings Jack home for her sister’s wedding.

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Ever since they’d gone public things had surprisingly been pretty quiet. Sure, a couple people here and there would request to follow her on Instagram and everyone at work had freaked out over the news, especially those she was closest to. But overall, life hadn’t changed much, which Zoey greatly appreciated. Now onto another milestone. Her sister Megan was getting married this weekend back in North Carolina and Jack would finally be meeting the entire Mason clan. Literally everyone in her family was going to be there. And if she thought she was nervous about going out with him in LA? She was about a million times more nervous about this.

“You’ve got to relax, everything is going to be fine. I can practically hear you overthinking and it's about to give me a headache.” Jack chuckles from his seat on the plane next to her. “Are you scared your family isn’t going to like me?”

“No.” She sighs, “I’m worried that my family is going to be too much and scare you off. You are meeting my parents and my sisters and my grandparents and this wedding has been in the works for a year so I need everything to go smoothly while also making sure that they don’t embarrass the shit out of me and ruin the best thing in my life.”

Zoey leans her head back on Jack’s arm and huffs out a breath, turning her head to face him. “That’s you by the way.”

He nods and plants a kiss on her that makes her feel like she’s floating. His lips were so soft and the kiss was so delicate it felt as though she was dreaming. But then he pulled away and she opened her eyes with a shy smile to meet those baby blues that always sent her to the moon. “Zo, listen to me. Nothing in this world will be enough to take me away from you. You’re gonna have to pry my frozen dead body off that door like Rose did Jack in Titanic. Do you hear me?”

“Your family is going to be my family one day. I gotta meet ‘em all eventually.” He laced his fingers between hers and kissed the back of her hand. “This weekend is just another step. And there’s nobody else I wanna take these steps with.”

“I love you, Jackman,” she whispers.

“And I love you right back.”

The rapper had to admit there were butterflies in his stomach when they pulled into the driveway. They weren’t real nerves, just like pre-show jitters that he had to swallow before meeting his girlfriend’s parents.

Isaiah Mason was never one to mince words. He hugged his daughter as soon as he opened the door and gave the man next to her a look he’d probably seen too often.

“So he really is white huh? You know when you told me you were dating a rapper I did not think he would be this…pale.”

“Dad!” Zoey shrieks, squeezing his arm. “Jack, please excuse my father. He clearly doesn’t get out much.”

The curly haired man shakes his head and sticks a hand out. “It’s nice to meet you sir.”

“Nice to meet you too, Jheri curl.”

That joke had her mom calling him into the kitchen after she hugged them both.

The next day was just supposed to be about them hanging out but Zoey woke up to a 911 text from her sister. Something about napkins being aquamarine instead of cerulean, or maybe it was the other way around. Either way it sounded like a Zoey problem and therefore it could become a Jack problem. And he knew by the look on her face when she got off the phone that their day was going to be interrupted.

“Jack I’m so sorry this will only take a couple hours I promise.” She sighs, giving him a sad look. “Then I’m all yours for the rest of the day.”

He laughed softly at her guilt and, hoping to diffuse the situation and reduce her steadily increasing stress levels. “Zo it’s fine. Go do your thing, I’m a big boy, I can find something to do.”

“Okay good. Thank you. And just in case you do get bored, the planner in me kind of knew this would happen so I can text you a list of places to visit along with a contact person for each place and you can let them know you’re on your way so you can still have some privacy. The last thing I need is to get on Twitter and see a jack harlow fan account wondering what the hell you’re doing in North Carolina.” Her party planner hat was definitely on. Of course she had a backup plan.

“You’re the best. Now you go take care of what you have to take care of so we can hang out.” He gave her a kiss and smacked her butt on the way out. God she couldn’t wait to get back to him.

Jack had really only ever been to North Carolina in passing. But this opportunity to explore and be on his own really gave him time to decompress. Being with Zoey had always brought him peace, but being in the place that made her into the person she is made him feel that much closer to her. He ate lunch at the spot she suggested and sat in the little cafe for a few hours to write. She texted him during a momentary break and sent her location. He immediately got up and headed her way. It was a tiny toy store, with little gadgets that she knew he would be obsessed with. The Pokemon collectibles that lined the walls almost brought him to tears.

“Baby,” he whispers as soon as he spots her, “this place is cool as fuck. What the hell did you even do here growing up?”

She giggles, wrapping her arm around him in a side hug, in awe of his childlike joy at the simplest things. “This is actually where I took all my exes to get in their pants. Clearly it still works.”

“Very funny…speaking of exes though,” he looked around to make sure they were alone before he continued. “You never really talk about them.”

“Well, there’s really only one that’s worth talking about. He was the first person I ever truly loved, my first relationship and it didn’t even end badly. We still talk and stuff.”

“Do you mind me asking how it ended?” He asked apprehensively.

“I don’t, at all. Um, like I said before he was my first everything and he kind of became my everything? I don’t know. It was a reality check for me to realize that at 19 my entire life revolved around being with my boyfriend or counting down the minutes until I could fly out and go see him. I had no real sense of time and I don’t know. One day I just woke up and couldn’t fathom losing myself in him any longer. I needed to live my life for my damn self and he understood that when I told him we should end things. Our families are still close and we’re on good terms; it just wasn’t meant to be.”

“And I kind of like how things turned out for me anyway.” She ran a hand along his beard, allowing him to place a gentle peck on her lips.

Jack smiles, leaning in for another one. “I don’t like to brag but…I do want to say I think I may have a little something to do with that.” He makes a tiny gesture with his index finger and thumb for emphasis.

Zoey shook her head with a laugh. She grabbed his hand and walked with him out of the store, “Jack baby, you love to brag.”

On the morning of her sister’s wedding, she was wishing there were more than mimosas to drink. After running around all morning like a headless chicken, Zoey was finally in her dress with her hair and makeup done, silently praying that the ceremony would start on time. The only thing keeping you sane was Jack’s reminder to drink water and have a snack. Megan would actually kill her if she passed out because she hadn’t eaten. And even if she didn’t, Zoey was pretty sure she’d just die of embarrassment. All that needed to happen today was to have a good time, hold some flowers, take some bomb pictures, eat and dance the night away.

The ceremony itself was a blur. Her sister looked like a Disney princess and there wasn’t a dry eye in the room during their vows but the reception space looked like it came straight out of The Knot catalog. David Tutera himself would be proud of what she put together. After the speeches, dinner and cutting the cake, the dance floor opened up and Zoey found Jack immediately as “A Thousand Years” began to play.

“You know, this week has me thinking about our future wedding.” He says softly, his body pressed firmly against hers as they swayed to the music. “I’ve always wanted something small and intimate but if you want something bigger just say the word.”

She looked up to meet his eyes, twinkling against the lit up makeshift tent that held other guests that weren’t on the dancefloor. The woman would never get used to seeing that shade of blue in person and she thanked her lucky stars that she’d get to look at it forever. “Well you’re in luck because I was also thinking about having a small wedding. Small wedding, big honeymoon has always been my goal.”

“I like the way you think, Zozo.” He winks. “And I hate to break it to you but you might have some competition. Nana said she’s ready to get back into dating and she said I was cute.”

He was met with the death glare from hell. “You want me to fight my grandma for you? A widow? That’s just rude.”

“Nobody said anything about fighting, there’s enough of me to go around. I did tell her that I’m a one woman man now though and she understood that. There’s nobody on this Earth that compares to you, sorry to everyone else but this hold you have on me is crazy.”

“Good because the hold you have on me is not something I’m comfortable saying out loud. Thank you for coming home with me and dealing with all of my family along the way,” she whispers, letting out a breath, “I love you.”

He kisses her on the forehead, wrapping his arms around her in a warm hug. “I love you too, sugar.”

I’ve loved you for a thousand years

I’ll love you for a thousand more

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