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psychedelic-ink · 8 months

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𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆.

DAY ONE OF HAUNTED HOEDOWN

prompt: taboo au + "i'll be your dirty little secret, if that's what you're into."

pairing: stepbrother!frankie x santi's gf!reader

genre: explicit smut, minors dni

summary: you were seventeen when Frankie became your stepbrother, but no matter the title, he never felt like a brother to you, going off to college right after your father remarried. But no matter the circumstances, he was still off limits. Years pass and when he returns from the army your relationship with him is even more strained. You end up settling for the second best thing instead, his best friend. Everything seems to be going fine until Frankie stays over and Santi needs to leave for work.

word count: 5k

warnings: infidelity (reader cheats on santi), stepcest, possesive!frankie, y'all this fic isn't morally okay at all but it's not exactly "dark" it's just really messed up so read with caution, breeding kink, dirty talking, fingering, mild degradation kink, male masturbation, piv, oral sex, spitting, pillow humping, size kink, poor santi didn't deserve this, size kink, cuckolding kink???? (santi isn't there but frankie gets really turned on talking about it)

a/n: i don't know who's or what's gonna do it but I need someone to forgive me for this. also hopefully this turned out okay, it's very loosely edited and feel a bit all over the place but hopefully I'm just overthinking it. enjoy babes

Your father remarried when you were seventeen.

You felt cheated at the time. And not because your father had found love again—no, that made you quite happy actually. You just wished he’d done it sooner, you could’ve benefited from having a big brother early on. Your relationship with your birth mother wasn’t easy, especially when you were young, and having someone there to vent to would’ve been like a dream. Your dad listened, but you know he felt someone guilty for it even though it wasn’t his fault.

Frankie was only three years older than you. Sadly, he didn’t stick around for long, going off to college a year later. But his visits were frequent enough that you two developed a somewhat friendly relationship.

Emphasis on the somewhat.

Being young and dumb, you developed a crush on him instead. It was an innocent thing. Just some hearts around his name and following him around like a duckling whenever he was around. Your dad and stepmom found it cute, endearing. Frankie seemed indifferent most of the time. He listened when you needed to vent, brought you soup when you were sick and your parents were working—and that was pretty much it.

Then he went and joined the army.

You remember the chaos that decision brought over the household. You were applying for colleges all on your own, your dad busy trying to console your stepmom, the latter being distraught over the potential of losing her son. You were just. . . sorta around, floating and looking over them, listening without really being there, just. . . there.

A month later you were surprised to find a letter addressed to you. There was one for his mom and one for you, you just stared at it, confused when your dad handed it to you.

You opened it in your room. You swore the damn paper smelled like him, the beat of your heart too loud to your own ears.

You read it. There was only one sentence scribbled down, his handwriting even more crooked than usual.

I’m sorry.

You didn’t write back to him. You had no idea why he was apologizing and you were too afraid to ask at the time. During your first day of college you just assumed it was because he left you to deal with the mess his absence caused.

Then he returned.

The house was bustling when you came for your weekend visit. Your stepmom grinning from ear to ear when you arrived, hugging you tight with tears shining in her eyes. Frankie had brought a friend with him, a friend almost as handsome as him.

Said friend had smiled at you, squeezing your hand tight, “Santiago,” he introduced himself. He stayed over for about a week and so did you, charmed by this sudden stranger that was your brother’s best friend.

Frankie didn’t address the letter. Or what he’s written inside of it. He was the same as he’d ever been and for a second you doubted if you ever did receive a letter. But you knew you did. You still had it.

At the end of the week, Santi officially asked you out, telling you that he’d already spoken to Frankie about it. You almost laughed at the absurdity of the whole ordeal. It wasn’t like Frankie ever was protective towards you, you were pretty sure Frankie couldn’t care less about who you dated. But nonetheless, you said yes, hoping that Santi would bring you the normalcy you so desperately craved.

And he did. You were happy, enjoying every moment you spent with him. Santi didn’t push you aside, he didn’t make you feel like you had to fight for his attention. You didn’t have to play tricks or games, you weren’t second place to no one. Finally, you felt like the lead in your own goddamn life and you would always feel grateful to him for that.

You couldn’t say the same thing with your relationship with Frankie thought. He completely iced you out, only talking to you normally when people were around, especially Santi. No one seemed to notice. You wanted to ask him about it but too much of a coward to do so. And honestly, you didn’t have it in you to care anymore. Neither you nor Frankie were young anymore; if he had a problem, he could just ask.

Three months into your relationship, you moved in with Santi.

The setting sun's warm, orange glow pours through the open windows. A gentle breeze brushes against your skin, as you place a cup of hot black coffee on the table in front of him.

Santi sits on the couch, absorbed in the files from work. His fingers flip through the pages as he studies them intently. The soft rustling of paper mingles with the soft summer air.

You sit next to him, your legs brushing together. Unlike him, you didn’t hate yourself so you were cooling your insides down with an iced coffee. You take a sip, your eyes eating at the way the sun kisses his skin, sharpening his jawline further.

“Thanks,” he mutters, lifting his mug to your lips. His eyes find yours midst of drinking. “What are you looking at, querida?” he asks, lips twitching into a smile.

“Oh nothing,” you hum. “Just looking at my very hot boyfriend.”

“Very hot hmm,” Santi places the mug on the coffee table and gives you all his attention. “Seems like someone’s gonna miss me when I’m away.”

Before you can quip back, he pulls you to his lap, your thighs framing his hips. You instinctively grind down and let out a shuddering breath, Santi drops his head back against the couch. “Fuck, you really are going to miss me, aren’t you? Sweet thing.”

You cradle his jaw with both hands, leaning in, you press your lips together. Santi eagerly licks the seam of your lips, a silent order for you to let him in, you do, moaning at the feel of his tongue dancing alongside yours. He sucks the air from your lungs, tracing every inch of you with his tongue, a shiver runs up your spine, your body rubbing against his despite yourself.

When he parts away you take in the sight of his swollen lips, his lustful gaze. Your heart skips a beat and your insides flush.

“Oh, by the way, Frankie called,” he says out of the blue and out of breath.

Well, that certainly kills the mood.

“He needs a place to crash a couple of days, is that alright?” his eyebrows raise. “I’m actually surprised you don’t know. What kind of sibling relationship do you two have?”

“You know we never actually lived together right?” you shrug. “But of course, he’s my brother and I love him. He can stay as long as he wants to.”

He nods. “Good,” then nods again before giving you a quick peck on the lips. “It’s a bummer I won’t be here when he arrives.”

“You could’ve rescheduled.”

“This isn’t that kind of job sweetheart, you know it.” he nuzzles your cheek, feeling your discomfort. “But anyway, I’ll see him plenty when I get back.”

You draw him into another kiss, and you take your time with it, feeling the fat strokes of his tongue delving into your mouth as you part your lips further. You wish he’d be here when Frankie comes. He still doesn’t talk much unless there are others around and after all these years you don’t know what you did to anger him enough so that he’d hold a grudge.

Santi moans into your mouth and cups your breasts, toying with your hardened nipples with his thumbs. You wonder how okay he’d be with it if he knew about your past crush on Frankie. He’d probably laugh it off, it was a long time ago anyway.

Your mind drifts to Frankie. To his messy curls the ballcap he refused to take off. Deep down you wonder what his reaction would be in learning about your past crush. A gush of heat rolls down your spine, slick gathering at the seams of your underwear. Santi's fingers glide downward, tracing the path between your legs. You shudder, a moan breaking through your lips.

You’re not sure who you’re thinking about right now, two faces merging as one.

You’re sitting on the couch, rigid, when you hear the knock that you hoped never came.

All day you’ve been pacing around thinking about it, thinking about Frankie. He hadn’t called you not even once. All of his travel info was forwarded to you by Santi. It hurt to a degree. Him ignoring your presence so forcefully. You haven’t visited home in ages just because you knew he was staying there, helping your dad with the business. Sometimes you teased your father that Frankie was the son he’d always wanted, and despite your awkward laughter, you knew there was some truth to that statement.

Another forceful knock.

You finally push yourself off the couch and head to the door. Blood pumps vigorously through your veins, your heart beating too fast—too loud. You don’t have time to calm yourself as you yank the door open.

His eyes immediately meet your own. Dark like chocolate chips but bitter like coffee. Sweat clings to his skin, hair curling at the ends, his shirt darkened in color sticking to his sternum, highlighting the contours of his chest and the swell of his stomach. You swallow.

“Hey, Frankie,” you make a move to help with his luggage but he pulls it away before you can touch the handle. Filled with unease, you take a step back and leave enough room for him and his luggage to pass through. “How was the flight?”

“Good.”

Jesus, why does he always make everything so difficult?

You close the door when he fully steps in, he does a brief once-over across the living room. His eyes linger on the picture of you and Santi on the coffee table, then quickly turn back to you, ignoring his own picture entirely. “Which room am I in, hermanita?”

Your eyes widen at the endearment, your pulse picking up again. It had been years since he last called you that. “Uh. . . last room down the hall,” you murmur, mind absent. When he’s about to leave, you grip his arm, stopping him. His muscles tense underneath your touch, his eyes burning holes into the hand that’s holding him. “I cooked,” you say, choked. “You must be hungry, let’s eat first then I’ll show you around.”

Frankie rolls his shoulders and moves his jaw from side to side. You’re about to take back your offer when he sighs, his shoulders dropping. “Fine. Okay.”

You’re heating up the food when Frankie walks through the kitchen door. He’s wearing a clean shirt, cheeks damp from where he splashed water over himself.

“Smells nice,” he mutters, standing next to you and peering from above your shoulder. “Is that mom’s recipe?”

“It is,” a soft smile touches your lips. His eyes follow the curve of it, a slight surprise etching between his brows. “But I don’t make any promises about the taste. It’s my first time making it.”

“You shouldn’t have.”

There’s something in his tone that prompts you to stop your stirring and look at him. You’re surprised to find him already staring. His eyes clouded, lips tight as his gaze searching yours. “I shouldn’t have. . . what?” you ask very slowly, every word chosen very carefully.

“Cooked,” he’s so unbelievably close. So close that you can hear the rasps in his voice, feel the heat of his breath across your cheeks. Your breath catches in your throat, heat pooling in your stomach.

“O–Oh, well it’s nothing,” you force a chuckle. “Didn’t want to feed you something you didn’t like when you’re already probably uncomfortable.”

He laughs, a sound you hadn’t heard in such a long time. Your body vibrates with the sound. “What am I? A dog?” However, the moment is fleeting like the sand dancing under the wind. His brows furrow. “What do you mean uncomfortable?”

Ah, so much for picking your words carefully.

You shrug and turn off the stove. Your eyes move up to the cupboard, you so desperately want to break away from the hold the close proximity has on you but it just feels good to be physically close to him again. He’s taller than Santi, that combined with broad shoulders and chest, Frankie’s presence can be quite demanding when he wants it to be. You guess that right now is one of those moments. He cups your chin, his fingers brushing against your neck. Your throat bobs heavily under his palm, sweat gathering at the small of your back.

“Don’t play dumb,” you answer him sharply. “You barely talk to me when we’re alone. You didn’t even tell me you were staying over or your itinerary, I had to learn it all from Santi,” you break away from his grip, your anger starting to boil over. Frankie’s unphased by your sudden movement. “So what? All of that changes just because I cooked for you? Just because you only now noticed that I actually care about you? Do you have any idea how—”

You clamp your lips shut. It was too much— too much threatening to bubble out. The inside of your mouth feels like sandpaper, your throat convulsing painfully as regret coats your tongue. You dare a glance at Frankie. He doesn’t seem taken aback by your outburst. In fact, he’s giving you a look as if he’s been waiting for this.

“I know that you care,” he murmurs and you look away, the softness in your tone more than enough to convince you that he knows. And he had known, all this time. “I had to ice you out. I didn’t have much of a choice.”

You need to hear him say it. You need him to tell you that he knows—you need him to blatantly tell you that every time you averted your gaze at the last second years before. . . he noticed.

“Choice in what? Just tell me,” you wrap your arms around yourself, feeling like your entire body might shatter into a billion pieces at any second.

He gives you a knowing look, eyes moving up and down your figure. “You know why.”

“So as always it’s my fault.”

“What?” he blinks rapidly and comes closer, hands finding your waist in an odd sense of familiarity. “No no, it’s not your fault. I. . . I was protecting you,” he licks his lips, eyes dropping to your mouth. “I was. . . protecting you from myself.”

You shake your head, fighting every urge to nuzzle his neck like a wounded animal. To smell his scent to soothe you. God, you’re unbelievable. And here you thought all your feelings had disappeared, apparently, they were just laying dormant under the flesh and bone.

His nails bite into your skin despite your clothes.

“Do you know how hard it was seeing you with him?” he spat the last word as if it was poison. A shiver crawls up your spine, needles digging into your skin. “You started to look at him the same way you used to look at me. I had to pull away.”

“You were jealous?” you ask, confusion crossing your face. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Because it’s wrong, hermanita.”

The Spanish hit his tongue more violently this time. A reminder of what this relationship was supposed to be. However, the word doesn’t stop him from coming closer and closer, until his lips are only a breath away.

“We’ve never been brother and sister, Frankie,” you say voice surprisingly hoarse. “Everyone knows that.”

He scoffs, “You’re dating my best friend.”

For that, you don’t have an excuse. All you can do is swallow and nod, his chest now flush against his, the only thing separating you to is your own arms that were still squeezing you tight.

Frankie observes you a second longer, eyes flitting across your face; taking in the sight of your parted lips and dilated pupils. “But,” he continues, voice dangerously low. "I'll be your dirty little secret, if that's what you're into."

You enter the bedroom and as soon as you do guilt rapidly builds in your chest, Frankie is right behind you, closing the door while your gaze remains glued to the picture that’s on your nightstand. A picture of you and Santi; there’s frosting on his nose from your birthday cake, your face split in a huge smile. You also remember being mildly bummed that Frankie hadn’t called.

He follows your gaze, frowning when he notices what it was that you were staring at. With large steps, he walks over to the frame and slams it down.

“Do you want this?” he breathes out, voice nothing but gravel. He doesn’t turn to look at you, his face lowered to the nightstand. “Because if you don’t, you have to tell me.”

He’s asking the wrong question.

You walk up to him, sliding your arms to his front as you press your forehead between his shoulder blades.

Of course, you want this.

The question he should be asking is if it’s worth throwing everything away just for one night. Because this is what that was. You don’t think you can hide it, and you’re not even sure if you want to hide it.

Being with Frankie tonight means that you’re saying goodbye to Santiago, whether you tell him or he figures it out.

You clutch the front of his shirt. It’s damp with sweat. You press a kiss, enjoying the moisture gathering at your lips. “Do you?”

He turns around and grabs your face, pulling you to him immediately. Your mouths crash together, tongue and teeth eager to explore more of the other. He’s already pulling you away before your brain can’t even comprehend the taste of him, “More than anything,” he growls, hands still cradling your face. “Get on your knees.”

Your drop instantly, not even bothering to take off your shirt. Warmth blossoms all over your skin as he drops his pants along with his boxers, cock already hard and ready. He starts stroking himself and tilts your head back. “Open your mouth,” he orders.

Slotting the head of his cock between your lips, fist moving up and down his length. You close your lips around him, dipping your tongue into the slit. He groans with a rock of his hips, the first drops of precome stain your tongue, a loud moan ripping from your throat. You desperately want to bury your hand between your legs, your clit throbbing angrily.

Frankie moves his hand away from his cock and brackets your head with both hands, pushing you forward down his cock. Only halfway down and you begin gagging, struggling for breath. You knew he’d be big, you just weren’t aware of how big.

A cruel laughter rings above you, “That’s it?” he asks. “That’s all you can take?” you look up, eyes teary as he thrust a little bit more. Your throat squeezes helplessly around the width of him, your nostrils flaring. Frankie clicks his tongue, “My poor baby sister,” he tuts. “You’re not used to taking something this big huh?”

You attempt to convey an answer but end up choking around him instead, your lids flutter, wet lashes kissing the skin under your eyes. “I guess I’ll have you train you myself,” your nipples harden at the promise, slick gathering at the seams of your underwear. “But later,” he says and much to your disappointment, pulls out.

You breathe heavily, chest heaving as oxygen floods your lungs.

“Strip,” he says, pulling off his shirt and kicking his pants away. “And get on the bed.”

“So bossy,” you mutter, and as soon as you do, Frankie tugs you roughly against him, his tongue slipping between your lips hastily. He doesn’t allow you to breathe, mouth moving before you get the chance. He licks deeper into your mouth, and sucks your tongue as he parts away. Your insides flush. Your head spinning and legs trembling. Lightheaded, you grip his shoulders.

“I’m not bossy,” he grunts, wet lips touching your forehead. “I’m just eager.”

That makes both of you. Quickly stripping, you climb the bed waiting for him to show you just how eager he was.

Instead, he walks around the bed, examing the pillows, “Which one is his?”

“Santi’s pillow?” you raise an eyebrow. “It’s the one on the left.”

He takes it with a hum, “Spread your legs,” he says and when you do, he places the pillow between them. Your heart races, a surge of arousal coursing through your veins. You don’t lower yourself down on the pillow, too embarrassed to do so. Frankie sits on the footstool at the end of the bed and takes his cock into his fist. He stares at you expectantly.

“Uh—What am I supposed to do?”

His cat-like grin makes you realize he wanted you to ask that, he leans forward, touching himself slowly, “I want you to make a mess of his pillow,” he groans. You clench at the order, your cheeks heating at how slick you’ve gotten just from the thought of it. “I want you to drench it so when he lays his head, he knows you don’t belong to him.”

Frankie’s gaze flash with hunger, it frightens you to a degree, how angry he truly is.

The fact that you actually do it, frightens you more.

You lower yourself onto the pillow, feeling its softness beneath you and a strange thrill whispering through your body as your arousal surges higher. With a moan, you begin to ride the pillow, sinking your hips deeper with every thrust. You feel it grazing your clit, a whimper dropping from your lips. Mouth agape, you lift your gaze to Frankie.

He’s stroking himself with a smile, wet noises coming from his fist fill the room, he swipes a thumb over the head. Your mouth flooding with saliva, you press against the pillow harder, the muscles of your legs clenching. Frankie notices and spreads his legs further, giving you a show of cupping his balls before moving his hand up again.

“You look like you’ve never seen cock before,” he purrs. “You can’t wait can you? For me to fill that hungry pussy up. Don’t worry, big brother is going to take care of you.”

“Fuck—” you can feel your body becoming increasingly slick, your breathing heavy and labored as pleasure ripples across your skin. Your body tenses and trembles as you rock against the pillow relentlessly, the coil tightening as you circle your hips.

Dampness gross underneath you, Frankie’s eyes fixed on where you and Santi’s pillow connect. You’re embarrassingly wet, strings of slick stretching between. Your movements start to slow as your orgasm nears, it’s too much and you have the need to just bend over and let Frankie fuck you hard without any of the games.

The legs of the footstool drag against the hardwood floors, the sound making you jump. Climbing the bed, he sits on his knees, “Let me feel how wet you are,” he groans. He pushes his hand between your legs without waiting for an answer. He slips a finger in, your eyes rolling back at the pressure. “He can’t get you this wet can he?” he asks rhetorically. “Bet he’d loved to see you getting yourself off like this, coming for another man.” he curses, thrusting into his other hand.

You hover above the pillow, your thighs starting to shake for exertion.

“Don’t stop, baby. Come on, soak it—soak it and I’ll fuck you.”

Your nipples tighten and your skin begins to tingle with arousal. Your head tilts backward and your mouth opens slightly as your body arches and grinds against the pillow. Something devastating builds inside, it builds and builds and builds—builds until you can’t take it anymore. Liquid heat sprays out of you, your walls convulsing as you drip down his hand and soak the pillow, just like he said.

“That’s it, that’s it,” he murmurs, pulling out his finger and dragging the wet digit over your cheek. He kisses you deeply. “Good fucking girl,” he growls into your mouth, nipping your chin.

You gasp for breath, your hips slowing but still shaking with pleasure even when you stop. Your mind is in a state of ecstasy. Frankie forces your jaw apart and purses his lips, spitting into your mouth. You jolt when it hits your tongue. “Swallow,” he murmurs.

“Gonna fuck you now, sweet girl,” he coos. “Gonna claim you on the bed you sleep with him every night,” he chuckles into your mouth. “I’m going to fuck you so good that Pope’s gonna keep wondering why it always smells like sex in here.”

God, you wish it didn’t but the words and the depravity he said them in makes your skin prickle, an involuntary moan slipping from your lips.

Frankie turns you over, pulling the pillow under your hips as you remain on all fours. Your arms feel weak, legs still trembling from your orgasm. “F–Frankie,” you slur your words.

“Don’t worry baby,” he murmurs, pressing his mouth over the small of your back. “I got you, and I’m never gonna let go.”

He positions Santi’s pillow under your hips, the fabric dark in color from your slick. Your arms finally gave way and you drop face-first into the sheets, you can smell him now, Santi’s pine scent fills your lungs.

Shit, what the hell is wrong with you?

“Stop thinking about him,” Frankie hisses from behind you, parting your folds by dragging his length. He lets out a deep sigh before you can answer. “It doesn’t matter, you won’t be able to think of anything else soon anyway.”

You shudder at the promise of his words. He leans in, the heft of his body covering yours as his lips touch your ear, “I’m gonna come inside this pretty cunt. Then you’re going to squeeze every bit of it out and taste it—Got it?”

“Y-Yes,” your voice is trembling, your body burning from the inside out.

Suddenly he grips your nape, squeezing until pain ebbs under the skin. You swallow, tears stinging the corner of your eyes; he doesn’t say a word, pushing his cock between your wet thighs. It’s filthy how he makes you feel, how badly you want to surrender to him. You drool all over him, your walls spasming until the head catches against your clit and a whimper leaves your lips.

Frankie comes to a halt and his grip around your nape lightens, caressing the skin.

You let out a little groan as he eases himself inside you. He moves further and further until he’s fully sheathed. A thrill surges through your body. Your eyes roll back at finally faving him inside, a wanton moan falling from your lips.

Frankie flexes his cock and you groan at the stretch, “Who’s bigger?” he huffs, pushing deeper. Your body becomes limp underneath him. “Me or him.”

“You,” you manage to garble a response. “You’re so much bigger than him, Frankie.”

“Yeah?” he pants, chest heaving. “He can’t fuck you like this can he?”

He presses your hips flush against the pillow, the dampness that touch you scorching your skin. You nod helplessly and claw against the sheets. “He can’t—” you choke out. “Frankie please.”

He gives you what you want, grinding against you, cock filling you up with every forceful thrust. His ragged moans echo around the room, and you grasp onto the sheets tighter. Every thought is knocked out of your head every time he buries himself into you. Hips bruising where it hits your skin. You reach the peak quickly, that familiar tingle blossoming between your legs.

“Fuck—” beads of sweat line Frankie’s body, and you can feel the heat radiating from him. “You feel so good, so fucking good.”

He wraps an arm around you and pulls you out, holding one breast tight. His thumb goes in circles, lust lapping at your tired body as he presses deeper. “I want to feel you coming just on my cock,” he moans into your cheek.

Frankie angles himself in a way that he brushes against something devastating inside of you. It’s like a jolt of electricity, the force of it enough to empty the air in your lungs. He drags his cock over the same spot again and again, his thrust quick paced. You cry out his name when static fills your ears and dots dance over yoru vision. Your head falls back, chest heaving as your body quakes.

Your cunt continues to squeeze and throb around him, and soon enough, you feel the hot spill of come filling you to the brim. You swear another orgasm washes over you, the flavor of it thick on your tongue as you meet his thrusts. Frankie huffs a tired laugh and grips your asscheeks, spreading them.

“I can feel you dripping,” he murmurs, you hear the smile in his voice. “Makes me want to stay buried in your forever,” in contrast to his words, Frankie pulls out. “I hope you didn’t forget what I said,” he kisses your neck, long and slow. “Drag that full pussy all over his pillow.”

You spread your legs wider, rolling your hips over the soft material, you hiss when it brushes over your clit. “S-Shit, Frankie—”

“Bet he never fucked you like that before,” he remarks. Satisfied with the mess, he gestures you to move away. You practically collaps, head thudding against the headboard. Frankie’s gaze is fixed on the poor pillow, drenched in your slick and his come.

No matter what Frankie says, you’re not letting Santi sleep on that pillow. You’re fucked up, but you’re not that fucked up.

Staring at the pillow, reality finally settles in. A sharp inhale parts your lips and Frankie’s eyes snap toward the sound, his gaze searching yours. “There’s no going back from this,” he says. “When’s he coming back?”

“The day after tomorrow.”

“Good,” he crawl over to you, taking place between your still trembling legs. He slides his palm up your tigh and presses his mouth against your neck. “That’ll give us more time.”

You’re too much of a coward to ask time for what.

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Breakfast in Sunny

Prompt: Sanji's wife makes breakfast for the crew to give him a break. Set after the time skip.

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff. Chopper being cute and the baby of the group.

Reader's Name: Mc (Stands for Main Character but made it look like a name)

Note: This moment takes place in the future from my "Giving Him the Love He Deserves" series. It can be a standalone, but it ties in with the story I've written before, especially the revelation of Mc's powers.

Note: I wrote this while thinking of pancakes for breakfast. Well, I'm off to cook now!

The Thousand Sunny basked under the golden morning sun, its vibrant deck alive with the cheerful banter of the Straw Hat Pirates. As the crew prepared for the day's adventures, Mc, their talented singer and Sanji's beloved wife, approached them with a warm smile gracing her lips.

"Hey, everyone," her voice, melodious and inviting, rang out across the ship. "How about I take over breakfast duty today? Ji deserves a break, and I'm in the mood for some pancakes and waffles. What do you all think?"

Luffy's eyes practically sparkled with enthusiasm. "Pancakes and waffles? Count me in! That sounds amazing!" he exclaimed, his excitement contagious.

Nami, the ship's navigator, nodded in agreement. "I'm in too. As long as there's coffee with those pancakes, I'm a happy woman."

Usopp grinned from ear to ear, his anticipation palpable. "I can already smell the deliciousness from here! I'm in for sure!"

Chopper, the ship's adorable doctor, couldn't contain his joy. "Yay! Mc's pancakes are the best! Can we have extra syrup?" he asked, his wide eyes pleading.

“Just for you,” Mc replied playfully, brandishing a whipped cream bottle. "But what do we do with this?" she added, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

Chopper giggled in response. "I’ll take both, please!"

Robin, the wise archaeologist, nodded appreciatively. "A delightful choice, Chopper. I'll gladly indulge in your cooking," she said, placing a calming hand on the young reindeer's back.

Zoro, the swordsman with a perpetual green headband, smirked confidently. "I'm not picky. Just make sure there's enough for seconds," he said, his eye on the prize.

Franky, the ship's flamboyant shipwright, struck his signature pose. "Super! I'm always up for some good grub! Everything goes well with cola!" he exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious.

“Of course!” Mc chimed in, her voice carrying the promise.

Brook, the charismatic musician with a skeletal grin, added his own flair to the conversation. "Ah, a feast for the eyes! I'm looking forward to it, my dear," He paused to laugh, "Even when I don't eyes!" he said theatrically, his bony fingers gesturing grandly. "What a wonderful way to start the day, Yohoho!"

Sanji, ever the gallant gentleman, couldn't help but interject, a playful smile gracing his lips. "Stop ordering my wife around, gentlemen. I'll take care of your drinks," he said, his tone light yet possessive. His heart swelled with pride and affection for the incredible woman he had married. The morning had begun with him cuddling her pillow, a comical realization that brought a smirk to his lips. His wife surely did it on purpose.

Seeing Mc in her apron, serving food with that serene smile, transported him back to the days in Baratie. He chuckled softly, reminiscing about the times when they had experimented with her singing every weekend. The sheer beauty of her voice had once lured men like a siren, causing a chaotic frenzy. Now, her controlled and soothing voice became a source of comfort for everyone on the ship. "You're not cooking breakfast. Just helping out with drinks!"

With a heart full of love and pride, Sanji nodded at Mc, his eyes softening with affection. "Sounds wonderful, my darling. I'll assist you in any way you need."

And so, in the heart of the Thousand Sunny, amidst the laughter and camaraderie of the crew, Mc set to work. Her voice intertwined with the sounds of sizzling pancakes and waffles, creating a gentle melody that added to the ship's lively atmosphere. The tantalizing scent of breakfast filled the air, promising a feast that would be a testament to the unbreakable bond shared by the crew, bound not just by friendship but by the profound love Mc and Sanji had for each other.

══════════════════ Thank you for reading! If you're interested in the series here they are: Giving him the love he deserves: part 1, Part 2.

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agentmarcuspike · 5 months

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frankie morales x dominatrix (+ ex!reader)

synopsis: after breaking up with you on a self sabotaging whim, frankie finds his way back into familiar arms to cope content warnings: mentions of drugs and addiction, sub!frankie, destructive and avoidant behavior, sex work, joi (jerk-off instructions), masturbation (m), degredation kink, vague descriptions of dissociation, dom's name is jessica (after my hero @hier--soir), cum, some pain and tears related to jerking off (stop if it hurts, guys!), military related trauma, very brief attempt at aftercare word count: ~ 2.7k a/n: my first frankie fic! thank you, han @swiftispunk, for proof reading af, for encouraging me to conquer my p0rn shame, and of course for writing such an inspiring sub!frankie. we love him (and u)

Frankie knew it wasn’t fair to you. He knew he’d cause you pain by ending things after twelve amazing, promising months. But compared to the inevitable pain he was doomed to bring everyone he loved and cared for, it was nothing.

He’d been clean for a mere week when you met, and the rush you gave him had been enough to replace the rush of a high. For a while. But when the withdrawals and unrest returned, and the butterflies could no longer keep the cravings at bay, you’d held him through the tremors, wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and at no point had you judged him for his past or his way of coping. You’d loved him.

And you still did.

Did he love you too? Most likely. Probably. Yes. Which was why he had done what he had. Because you deserved someone better for you. Someone without his history, his trauma, his wounds. No matter how much he loved you for tending to them, you shouldn’t have had to. And that’s why he’d left, on this gloomy Sunday evening, with no other explanation than, “I’m sorry.”

It’s also why Frankie finds himself roaming the chilly city, street lights blurry, all noises softened by a thick layer of apathy. He has no idea how long he’s been walking, no idea whether he’s tired or not. He feels like a shadow of himself, with no wants or needs, no ambition or goals. Just a body moving, constantly moving, to avoid having to think or feel. But as a bicycle quickly swooshes past him on the sidewalk, almost knocking him over, he stops in his tracks and looks around.

He finds he’s made his way to the other side of town. The air is thicker here somehow, heavier with desperation than in the area he'd tricked himself into thinking he'd belonged in for the past couple years, amongst white picket fences and successful neighbors.

Here, the atmosphere is familiar. People seeking shelter between dumpsters, some asleep, some chasing relief in a fashion Frankie is all too acquainted with. A single buzz goes off in his head when the urge comes back to him. It would be so easy. He knows where to get it, knows how it works. Where to go, who to see, what to say. It would give him the energy to do whatever he could to keep this heartache away.

So he sets his legs back in motion. At the end of the street, they make a conscious right, a left, and then his mind is wandering again, off in a different direction than his feet. And then his feet stop. He’s standing outside of a regal looking building. Off-white stone façade, adorned with French balconies and decorations, art deco mascarons staring down at him with empty eyes.

Two white columns frame the heavy front door he’s walked through so many, many times. Not since you, though. Frankie has not had the need to visit this place since you first locked eyes with him.

Without a second thought, before he can change his mind, he rings the doorbell and he’s buzzed inside. With every heavy step up the marble stairs, echoing off the shiny walls, the lights in Frankie’s brain turn off one by one. As he reaches the fourth floor, he’s merely a shell of himself, a puppet on a pair of floppy strings, longing for someone to take control.

He stands still on the landing for a minute, breathing slowly, deliberately, waiting for his arm to rise and knock on its own. It doesn’t, so he orders his hand to place three quick raps on the door.

A few seconds later, a woman comes out. Her hair is tied up, haphazardly moved out of her face and neck with an elegant claw clip. The hand she’s not using to hold the door open is placed in front of her, fingers in a fist clutching the two sides of a silk robe together, careful not to expose more of herself than what’s already poking out from underneath the short covering.

“Frankie…?” she asks, brows raised in surprise.

He gives her a nod and a weak, “Hi” in response, clearing his throat and repeating the greeting. “Jessica,” he mutters.

The woman takes a step over the doorstep, pulling her robe tighter around herself.

“I didn’t expect you! We didn’t have an appointment today, did we?” Her voice is slightly panicked, worried she’s forgotten, her eyes darting quickly down to the non-existent watch on her wrist.

Frankie shakes his head. “No.” He shifts his weight from one leg to the other, opening and closing his fidgety hands. “I just…” His voice cracks, he swallows and tries again.

“I just need two minutes.”

Something in his core refuses to let him look at the woman in front of him.

He knows her well, knows she’d never judge him. She’s seen him in much more vulnerable positions than this, and yet, something about being so emotionally affected in front of her has him staring at the floor.

She leans down, bending at the waist and tilting her head to find his eyes, making him look at her. When he does, his voice is weak, but assured. He knows what he needs. “Please.”

The plea is enough. Jessica gives him a subtle nod before stepping aside and letting Frankie in.

He automatically kicks off his shoes and parks them by the door. Straightening back up, arms fixed by his sides, he awaits further instruction.

“Clothes off, sweetie,” Jessica commands softly. “And wait right here for me. Be right back.” She disappears from the hallway and into the living room, leaving Frankie alone to undress. He makes quick work of it, not bothering with all the buttons, careless about whether they end up inside out or not.

He sheds his clothes like he wants to shed his skin and grow a new one. A brand new layer, thicker than the one he has, one free of marks from your bruising touch.

On autopilot, he drops to his knees on the tiled hallway floor, hands clasped behind his back, easily and comfortably slipping back into the familiar cadence of compliance.

The hard cold surface keeps him from crashing into the floor, from falling through it, by burrowing into his knees, stone against bone. He forces all of his attention to the sensation; the dull ache in his kneecaps, the strain in his thighs. The feeling of staying in position despite the discomfort fills him with a sense of pride and control only certain things can give him. One of them is playing the part of soldier, fighting on someone else’s behalf. The other is this; surrendering completely to someone else’s needs and wishes.

Jessica is back a quick minute later.

“Come in, Frankie.”

Hands on the floor for support, he rises and follows her.

The room isn’t new to him. He’s seen it before, but only in passing, on his way to her bedroom, to the bathroom and back again. But he’s never spent time there, or had the opportunity to really see her private space. It’s a stark contrast to her cold and minimal bedroom. The space isn’t big, so the green velvet couch placed in the middle of the room instead of against a wall is a bold choice. To the left and right of the sofa sit two small side tables, the floor space covered by a massive persian rug.

Jessica gestures to this rug as she sits, legs crossed and arm thrown casually over the back of the sofa, causing her robe to cleave at the top, showing off her clavicles.

Frankie finds his place in the middle of the carpet. He should feel vulnerable, fully naked in a new environment. But Jessica’s mild authority, untroubled by the situation, keeps him calm.

“You just need two minutes, you said?”

Frankie nods.

“Very well, then. Two minutes is what you get,” she declares. And then, demanding:

“Kneel.”

And Frankie does. One knee at a time touches the soft carpet beneath him. His hands come down to support him before he sits back on his heels, head bowed, only looking up at her through his lashes when he hears her shuffle.

From the side table to her right, she picks up a round egg shaped gadget and turns the top and bottom halves in opposite directions. For a second he thinks it’s gonna vibrate, until he hears the ticking. Jessica puts the kitchen timer back down on the side table.

“Those are your precious seconds, big boy. You better start touching yourself.”

Frankie’s hand automatically shoots down to palm himself, already half hard from excitement, but seeing his hesitant movements, she clarifies.

“Two minutes to come for me, or you’re not gonna be allowed to come in a very…,” She drags out the pause between the words, “...Very long time. Understand?”

Frankie nods.

“Use your words, baby.”

“Yes, ma’am.” His voice is hoarse with anticipation. “I understand, ma’am.”

“Good boy.” She gives him a wink. “Now go on, make yourself come for me.”

Her command, combined with the ticking sound of time passing, has him quickly tugging at himself, eroticizing anything and everything he can see around him to get there; Jessica’s toned and shiny calves, the way a stray piece of hair has escaped her claw clip and softly caresses her cheekbone. His hand is tight around his cock as he fists himself frantically. Precum starts to gather at his tip, glistening in the soft lighting, and he smears it over his length.

Jessica spreads her legs on the couch in front of him, making Frankie groan with impatience, but she quickly places a hand in her lap, blocking his view.

“Look at you. So needy, so whiny.”

Frankie moans, not meeting her gaze, the quick pumps of his wrist making him sore and frustrated and he can feel something building, but he’s not quite there yet.

“I haven’t even undressed and you’re all worked up.” Her voice is soft and obnoxiously affectionate. “How pathetic.”

He finally looks up at her face, his sad eyes begging for more; Frankie wants her to look at him too. Wants her to see him. But she doesn’t pay him any mind, she’s only eyeing the ticking clock.

“One minute now,” she tsks. “It’s all the time you deserve, to be honest.”

And now she looks at him. Her gaze is sharp and domineering, but there’s something round behind it. Something in the shape of worry. It quickly disappears when she speaks again.

“You’re not worth any more of my attention,” she continues. “A disgrace, that’s what you are. Just a dirty, filthy masturbator.”

As she shifts slightly in her seat, her robe slips off of one of her shoulders, exposing more of her skin and chest. Frankie swallows harshly at the sight.

Mouth agape, tongue poking out to wet his lips, he squeezes his eyes shut, focusing only on the command, his one objective: come. The soft hairs of the carpet are starting to feel like knives, boring into his skin, a welcome pain were it not distracting him from the task at hand. He shifts ever so slightly from side to side, relieving his knees from the hurt in turn.

Jessica must sense his discomfort, because she purrs,

“You’re not gonna come all over my carpet, are you?”

Frankie shakes his head frantically and begins to walk on his knees towards the shiny hardwood floor.

“I’d have to make you clean it up,” Jessica continues.

Tears are pushing behind Frankie’s eyes as he nears release. His toes curl, and he grits his teeth, trying to block out the timer’s insistent ticks.

“10 seconds, now,” she informs him. He squeezes his cock even harder, pumping himself with short quick strokes. Blood rushes through his ears, muffling Jessica’s voice as she counts down.

“Five, four…”

He’s outside of his body. His breath hitches.

“Three, two–”

As the room fills with the shrill of the alarm, Frankie’s cock pulses in his hand, spurting thick ropes of hot cum onto the floor. He keeps going, using his own spend as lubrication, choking his hard length until he’s shuddering, hunched over, sweaty and teary eyed.

Frankie’s body slants forward. He steadies himself with his hands on his thighs, blinking slowly as he concentrates on catching his breath, returning his body. Jessica is patient. She waits until his chest fills and empties itself of air at a reasonable pace, and then she stands up and walks towards him.

His head shoots up when she reaches him, but she places herself behind him, a comforting hand on each of his shoulders, and bends down to kiss his head.

“Stay,” she whispers as she gets back up and moves to leave the room, Frankie left on the floor with his thoughts and his mess. He wonders if he should clean up–even if he had managed to avoid the carpet–but he doesn’t have time to do anything before Jessica is back. She’s carrying his things, his shirt hanging over her arm as she works to turn his other clothes right side out.

Slowly, carefully, she helps him back into what he’d been wearing when he’d arrived. One hand through the sleeve. Then the other. Stepping into his underwear, then his jeans, one leg at a time. She saves his hat for last. Before placing it over his messy head of curls, she cups his face with the palm of her hand.

She leans in, placing a delicate kiss to his cheek, lips barely brushing his skin. Frankie blinks. Accepting softness from Jessica isn’t new to him, but the words she gives him after take him by surprise.

“I’m proud of you, Frankie.”

Her eyes are earnest, open, genuine. He almost finds it in him to believe her, and allows himself to lean into her touch, resting his heavy head on her palm for a second shorter than he’d like to, breaking away when the darkness behind his closed eyelids makes way for pictures of you holding him, him leaning back on you.

He quickly reassesses, telling himself this is your job, that he’s a customer, that he hadn’t even made an appointment. He should tip you at least 200%. Shaky hands dig into the pockets of his jeans, pulling out no more than two twenties.

Swearing under his breath, Frankie starts to panic.

“I– I didn’t…” he begins. “It was so spontaneous–”

She shushes him. “Don’t worry about it.” Her smile is heartfelt, which embarasses him even more. “I’m just glad you came.”

Frankie shakes his head. “No, I wanna pay. I mean, speaking of coming, let me at least wipe my cum off your floor.” He gestures to the sticky mess slowly coagulating on her floorboards.

Jessica snickers.

“Do you do the dishes when you’ve eaten out too?” She raises her brows, and he chuckles, shaking his head quietly.

“It’s all part of the service, baby. Come on, let me walk you out.”

On the doorstep, he gives Jessica a quick kiss goodbye. He thanks her again, and she thanks him back, though for what he’s not sure. Visiting? Choosing her? The company? Either way, he takes her gratitude and shoves it in his pocket with the twenties. When he reaches the lobby, passing a wall full of mailboxes, he quickly locates hers, and swiftly shoves the two bills into the mouth of it.

Frankie’s feet start moving down the street, and his head absentmindedly follows. His skull is no less heavy, the feelings just as painful, and pictures of you still project onto the insides of his eyelids every time he blinks. But a lightness now coats his mind. A sense of victory. He resisted the easy way out. He chose to stay sober, even though he could’ve so easily gone back to his old ways of burying any unwanted feelings in torrents of snow.

And with that feeling of achievement, of growth and gain, he realizes where his feet are taking him. The tall buildings turn into houses, the shop windows into white picket fences. In the distance he makes out the house you’ve made a home together. He prays you’ll open the door. That you’ll give him some time. He just needs two minutes.

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bby-deerling · 5 months

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helloooooo!!! Conrgats on 250 followers!!! You absolutely deserve it, I love how you write for law and zoro :)

for the event, may I request law + gone too soon? thank you for writing!!

hiiiiiii anon!!! thank you so much for the praise, lovely!!! it means the world to me <3

law + gone too soon (sfw, gn!reader)

wc: 987 masterlist

ft. a bit of angst, manga spoilers, strawhat!reader

Law hadn’t expected his personal feelings to cause a snag in his plans. He wasn’t one for getting entangled in affairs of the heart, having a near endless amount of more important things to do; however, there was just something about you that piqued his curiosity, giving him no choice but to lurk around you like an oversized, slightly temperamental black cat.

When your crew splits up in Zou, he prays you’ll go with your Captain, and curses under his breath when he realizes just how difficult it will be to ignore your proximity while submerged under the waves in the Polar Tang. Unknowingly, you throw wrenches in his plan to avoid you, routinely seeking him out in his office, especially late at night when sleep is unfortunately not an option for either of you. He offers you sleep aids, but you simply tell him his company is enough to put you at ease; while he, whether he likes to admit it or not, enjoys these moments with you, he finds himself nearly unable to breathe until he knows for certain you’re fast asleep on his office couch. Your presence is nearly suffocating to him, but he just can’t seem to pull himself out of your orbit, no matter how hard he tries.

One evening, after the victory in Wano, you’re on your way to check on Luffy and Zoro, and bring a bento box to Chopper, who refused to leave their side. You wave a cheerful goodbye to Usopp and Franky, sitting by a fire near the docks; Law nearly lets you walk away, content to simply catch a glimpse of you, but he is ultimately unable to resist the urge to catch up with you and join you on your walk.

“It’s getting dark. I’ll walk with you.” he says, his tone not giving you much of an option to refuse, though he hopes you wouldn’t, if he gave you the choice.

Neither of you ones for idle small talk, you both cover a wide range of topics, from comparing types animals you’ve both dissected, to your varying experience of both having doctors for parents, which spills over into sharing some of your favorite childhood memories. Law’s stomach flutters, unnerved by the way you get him to open up so easily, especially by your ability to coax him to delve into the good parts of his past that were so few and far between, but he finds himself once again succumbing to the overwhelming urge to be close to you.

When you reach the castle, he stays outside and waits for you, trying desperately to regain his composure and cursing himself for going after you in the first place when he knows he is playing with fire.

“Payment.” you say playfully on your way back to the docks as you drop a small drawstring bag of coins in his hand, a sly grin across your face, “For safe passage across the River Styx.”

He examined the commemorative coins plastered with Big Mom’s image as the two of you continued to walk; you must have gotten one of your crewmates to keep an eye out for them on their journey to retrieve Sanji. A deep pain pulls at his heart when it sets in that you had asked your friends to go out of their way to bring back trinkets for him.

Law is speechless, but you simply smile, amused at the brief drop in his walls that was written all over his face. “Fitting for the man who defeated Big Mom.” you say, poking him in the arm.

“I had plenty of help.” he says, trying to fight the blush spreading on his cheeks.

“I know,” you say with a smirk, “but I don’t care for Jaggy.” Law lets out a chuckle at you using one of Luffy’s nicknames—he picked up a long time ago that, like your Captain, you’ll use them for people you don’t think much of, and is grateful that he’s more than Traffy to you.

Some sly, teasing remark inquiring if you care for him is on the tip of his tongue, but it gets stamped out by the rational part of his brain that reminds him you’ll be parting ways in a few days, likely to never see each other again.

“Me neither.” he says, hoping you didn’t notice his brief hesitation before he spoke.

He had returned you to his destination, but both of you were frozen, staring at each other and choking down a multitude of unspoken feelings.

“I’ve got something for you as well.” he finally says, breaking the silence, placing a small, white square in your hand—a piece of his vivre card.

“Don’t read too much into it.” he warns, pulling the brim of his cap over his eyes, knowing he’ll turn too soft if he can see the gratitude brimming in your gaze.

“Thank you, Law.” you say, squeezing his hand; your tone of voice tells him that you indeed had read too far into it, and were treating it as the cowardly confession that it was.

Tilting his hat upward to get a good glimpse of his face, you glance around to make sure no one was watching before pressing your lips to his cheek. Wordlessly, you reach into your pocket, tear a piece off of your own vivre card, and place it in his palm, covering it with yours. A mutual, silent, bittersweet understanding hung in the air—there was no way this could happen now, but you both agree to keep a shred of hope for someday.

As you walk back to the Sunny, he finds himself calling your name—only your name, no -ya tagged on the end.

“Take care of yourself.” he says, heart melting at the smile you give him in return.

“You too, Law.” you reply, waving goodbye to him as you disappear up the ramp of the Sunny and out of sight.

And when he’s dizzy, bleeding out, and being carried through the cold ocean currents by Bepo, he allows himself, if only for a second, to wonder if you’re watching the scrap of his vivre card burn up in your palm.

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 1 year

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Tranquility.

You're not good at keeping secrets from the boys. Turns out, Will isn't either.

Pairing - Will Miller x female reader. Benny Miller, Santiago Garcia, Frankie Morales x female reader.

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - Brief allusion to sexual content. No cursing in this one!!

Word Count - 4.3k

Author's Note - hi lovelies. here's another triple frontier fic for you all!! i love writing these boys so much. we all know by now that i am a total will girly, so it's no surprise he takes the lead in this one. but all the boys are included - i can't leave them out <3. as always, if you have any specific requests or thoughts, send them over!! lots of love x

my other triple frontier fics - Tethered, Time, and Home Is Where The Heart Is.

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“Baby, we gotta go!”

“Coming!” you yell, running down the stairs with a duffel bag in your hand. “Almost forgot my toothbrush.”

“You’d forget your head if it wasn’t on your neck,” Will winks, nudging you with his shoulder.

“Shut up, Miller,” you tease, no real malice in your voice. You lean up to peck his lips gently, before he takes a step back.

“We can’t be late again. I can’t make up another excuse – last time was bad enough.”

“That was literally your fault! You were the one that couldn’t keep your hands off me, like some sort of teenage boy,” you laugh.

“It was the green dress’ fault, not mine. I don’t regret it,” he chuckles.

Will winks at you again before picking up your bags and walking outside to pack up the car.

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Four days by the lake with your boys sounded like complete and utter bliss. When Frankie had suggested it, initially, everyone had laughed it off. Realistically, it wouldn’t work. You all struggle to plan a day off at the same time, never mind multiple. It sounded like a sweet little idea. Nothing more.

Then, life got stressful. Work was tough on everyone, families causing issues, deadlines looming – the mundane routine of every day wearing the five of you down. Eventually, it was Santiago that snapped.

“We’re going to that damn lake house,” he exclaimed one evening in Benny’s backyard. “I don’t care what we have to do. I don’t care if we all have to call in sick. We are going to the lake house.”

He looked around at his friends, expecting them to instantly shut him down. Instead, he was met with unanimous nods of agreement.

That was months ago. It was a logistical nightmare, working out your schedules to intertwine with each other, but you did it. You were ridiculously ready for four days of swimming, drinking, sunbathing and laughing with your favourite people in the entire world. It sounded like the well deserved break everyone needed.

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Will’s warm palm meets the bare skin of your thigh as he drives. The roads are long and monotonous, but you don’t care. Everything is an adventure with him.

“You still sure about not telling ‘em?” he asks, blue eyes flitting over to you briefly. He’s got a gentle smile on his face. He always does when he’s with you. It’s like his default setting.

“Yeah, I think I am. Are you?”

“Yeah. Think we should live in paradise a little longer.”

“Paradise, huh?” you tease, squeezing his hand.

“You know it is. I’m on cloud nine every moment I’m with you, baby.”

His words make your head spin, and you’re glad you’re sitting down already. You wonder everyday how you got so lucky. It’s rare, to know with full certainty that you are someone’s favourite person in the world. The centre of their universe. Sometimes, it’s overwhelming. Mostly, it’s astounding. It warms up your bones, settles itself carefully into your ribcage, pumping your heart to the beat of Will’s love. What a gift.

Which is why you’ve decided to keep the two of you a secret from the boys. You know that it won’t change anything between the group, not really – but you’re a little worried nonetheless. It’s scary, altering a dynamic that works so well. The five of you, stuck like glue, know each other like the lyrics to your favourite songs. You know each others strengths, weaknesses, favourite ice cream flavours, middle names, star signs, families – everything. It’s the kind of friendship that binds you together for life. Changing that in any way would break your heart. Will’s too. You know, deep down, that they’ll be perfectly accepting. But the fear still lingers, ugly and unwavering.

Also - you and Will didn’t take the most conventional route into a relationship.

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The two of you met in Delta Force. Co-workers, first. Comrades in arms. He had your back, you had his. You saved each other’s lives countless times. You’d stitch up each other’s wounds, carry each other back to base, share your water even though you only had a drop left. You were a team.

Then, you became friends. It’s hard not to, when you’re thrown into a life-or-death situation. You spent 24 hours a day together, wherever you were sent – sometimes Asia, sometimes South America, sometimes Africa. You got to know each other, learnt one another’s quirks and habits and likes and dislikes. The five of you bonded quickly and effortlessly. It made you a slick team, your missions running like clockwork. You could all predict each other’s movements, finish each other’s sentences. It’s what made you so successful, so revered.

After Delta Force, you became friends outside of work. Forced proximity friendship is one thing, but actually making the time to see each other back on home soil is another. You were worried that you were going to drift, and all of the trust built would perish. That wasn’t the case. The five of you quickly adjusted to being home together. You’d all spend Saturdays in Frankie’s backyard, Friday nights on Santiago’s porch, Sundays in Will’s kitchen. You’d pop by and see Benny on a Wednesday night after work, ready to watch another episode of that reality show you both couldn’t get enough of. You’d see Will any chance you got. Sunday morning farmers market trips and early swims and pancakes for breakfast and why don’t you just stay over? It’ll save you driving home.

You’d been best friends with Will for years before you realised how you felt about him.

It’d hit you, all of a sudden, one Sunday morning. You drove over to Will’s to pick him up, ready to go to the flea market downtown. You were going to grab lunch after, maybe cook some dinner together later. Just an average day.

You let yourself in to his house using the key he’d had made for you years ago. You had keys to all the boy’s places – just in case. You found Will at the stove, shirtless, golden skin on display. Whatever he was cooking smelled heavenly, and you wondered for a minute how it was fair that he was talented at everything.

“Morning, Miller,” you sing, throwing your bag down and striding over to him.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he replies, turning around to face you. He opens his arms and you step into his space, wrapping yourself around him and resting your head on his bare chest. You inhale, breathing in his scent deliberately. He smells like warmth and sleep and sunshine and promises.

You take a step back, craning your neck to look at him. The morning sunlight is gleaming through the windows, casting a gold hue across the room. Will’s hair is glowing, illuminating him like some sort of halo. Angelic boy.

Those ocean blue eyes survey you carefully. He rests his hands on your hips, pulling you in closer.

“What’s on your mind? I can see it runnin’ a mile a minute,” he murmurs. You try to look down, but he catches your chin with his thumb and forefinger, gently guiding you back up.

How do you explain that you’ve just realised that you’re completely, utterly, irreversibly in love with Will Miller? That it’s just dawned on you like a sunrise, warm and promising? How do you tell someone that you’re quite convinced you’ll drop dead if you don’t kiss them immediately? Is it even possible to explain these feelings? Is it possible to put all of these emotions into words? Are there enough words in any language to explain the enormity of what you’re experiencing?

Instead, you simply say,

“I’m in love with you.”

Will’s pupils blow wide, and he sways slightly, as if the weight of your confession has knocked him off balance. You steady him by cradling his face, forcing him to look at you.

“You don’t have to say it back,” you continue. “But I’ve kind of just put the pieces together, and it seems stupid not to tell you. You of all people know that life is short and fragile and can change in the blink of an eye, so I just thought –”

Will cuts you off by smashing his lips against yours. The kiss is passionate and tender and so full of love you’re convinced you could get drunk off it. He pulls back for air and looks at you earnestly.

“Don’t have to say it back? Sweetheart, do you know how often I’ve dreamt of you saying those words to me?”

You can’t help but break out into a grin. You feel like you’re floating, levitating above ground, held up purely by the love William Miller has for you.

“You have?” you ask, disbelief written on your features. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was waiting for you,” he beams. “I knew you’d figure it out eventually.”

You smile at him ear to ear before jumping into his arms. You kiss him again, legs wrapping around his waist to anchor yourself, closing the distance. He spins around the kitchen with you in his arms, the joy of being in love filling the room.

Suddenly, Will puts you down.

“Stay here,” he tells you, before sprinting upstairs.

Usually, you can predict Will’s every move. But not now. Now, you’re more confused than you’ve ever been.

He returns, placing a kiss to your forehead, before getting down on one knee in front of you.

“Marry me,” he says, complete certainty in his voice. You’ve never heard him this assured.

“Will… what?” you ask incredulously. You confessed your love for each other ten minutes ago, and you’ve skipped straight to marriage, apparently.

“Listen. I know it’s crazy. I know it seems fast. But we’ve loved each other for years, sweetheart. I realised when I met you that I was never, ever going to love anyone else again.”

He pulls out a box from the pocket of his pyjama pants and opens it to reveal a gorgeous diamond ring. It’s understated and it’s elegant and it’s just so you.

“I bought this two years ago. Maybe you think I’m insane, and maybe you’re going to run out of that door the minute I stop talking. But I’ve never been surer of anything in my entire life.”

You’ve been trying to catch your breath unsuccessfully for the past few minutes. It feels like everything is moving in slow motion, and your brain is trying to keep up.

“Will, we aren’t even technically dating,” you tease playfully. You already know your answer. You just like hearing him bear his truth to you like this.

“We’ve been dating for years, technically,” he rallies. “Everyone always thinks we’re a couple. We’re together every weekend, we go on dates, you sleep over… we went grocery shopping last week!”

You grin, remembering how you’d jokingly argued over whether to get the red or the green grapes, and how you’d ended up getting both. It was all so domestic it made your heart ache.

The two of you sit in the silence for a minute, Will still on one knee. He’s looking up at you like you hung the stars in the sky just for him. There’s no doubt in your mind what you’ll say.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, Will. God, yes. The easiest yes of my entire life.”

He jumps up to grab you, spinning you in circles. You kiss him with so much force he stumbles backwards. Will takes your left hand, and carefully slides the ring onto your finger. It looks like it’s always belonged there.

You always knew it’d be Will Miller. It’s the only thing that makes sense.

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That was months ago. The other boys know that you and Will spend a lot of time together one on one, so no one has suspected anything out of the ordinary. You have no doubt they’ll be happy for you both, but you’re content to keep everything a secret a little while longer. It’s easier, that way. It means you and Will get to keep living in your bubble of bliss, unphased by the outside world. You’ll tell them soon enough. You’re just trying to savour every last second.

“We’ll tell them soon,” you reassure Will, interlocking your fingers with his where they rest on your leg. “We’ll make it a whole thing, if you like. It feels like something that warrants a celebration.”

“Oh, definitely,” he grins, turning his eyes back to the road. “We’re almost there. So, you’re gonna have to act like you’re not totally head over heels in love with me for four days. You think you can manage?”

You scoff playfully, and squeeze his hand.

“I’m sure I’ll be okay,” you tease. He chuckles, and the melody of it is music to your ears.

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You arrive at the lake house only ten minutes late, which you and Will agree is not entirely unacceptable.

“Finally, they’re here!” Benny yells as he bounds over to the car. He envelopes you in a bear hug, picking you up off the ground accidentally.

“Frankie is inside,” Santiago reassures when he catches you looking over his shoulder. You turn to give him a hug, and he kisses you on the cheek. Old habit.

“Santi, did you pack bug spray? You know the mosquitoes love you,” you wink, running your hands through his hair affectionately. He has greys coming through, and they suit him beautifully.

“Yes, hermosa, I got your text reminding me,” he smiles. “Thank you.”

You and Will grab your bags and make your way inside, where Frankie is making margaritas.

“Hola, mi amor,” he greets, wrapping his arms around you. “How was the journey?”

“All good, Francisco,” you reply. “I have a very reliable chauffeur.”

Will laughs from behind you, and it makes your knees weak.

“Bad news, you guys!” Benny interrupts, jumping to sit on the counter. “You two have to share a room, since you were the last ones here. Finders, keepers, and all that.”

That really isn’t the inconvenience that the boys think it is, but you and Will play along nonetheless.

“Damn it. He snores, you know!” you laugh, looking over to where Will is pretending to be offended, hand over his heart.

“That’s what you get for being late, losers!” Benny retorts, throwing his head back in amusement. Everyone laughs along with him, and all the tension melts from your body.

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It’s day one, and you’re already struggling. You’re all relaxing on the dock, soaking up the sun’s rays. Will is wearing his forest green swim trunks with a ridiculously small inseam, his strong thighs on display. You so badly want to kiss them, lick them, bite down on them in the way you know he likes. Instead, you sip your margarita and settle for ogling him over the rim of your sunglasses.

He dives into the lake elegantly, and a bead of sweat drips down your neck. He breaks the surface, coming up for air, and pushes his hair back, water cascading down his golden skin. He’s glowing, beaming, gleaming in the sunlight like an ancient marble statue. You’re practically panting. Santiago notices.

“You okay, hermosa?” he asks, giving you a once over.

“Yeah, Santi, I’m good. Just super warm,” you lie. He seems to buy it, because he moves to grab his book, fanning you with it. Admittedly, the light breeze does cool you off, and distracts you from Will. Double win.

“Thank you, kind sir,” you joke, as he pretends to tip his hat towards you.

“You should join us!” Benny shouts from the lake. When did he even jump in?

“Yeah, come on, darlin’” Will chimes in, watching you with a slight smirk on his face. He’s not going to pass up the chance to see you sun soaked and dripping wet.

“Fine!” you huff jokingly, pulling your oversized t shirt (which you’re realising belongs to Frankie – when did you steal that?) over your head. You’re left in a bikini that leaves little to the imagination, the bright colour accentuating your skin beautifully. You look good. You feel good.

Will looks you up and down and takes a deep breath. You’re just friends, remember? He’s trying to convince himself, attempting to make the act somewhat believable. You break him out of his thoughts by running along the dock as fast as you can, and diving into the lake with a surprising amount of grace.

The five of you spend all afternoon in the water. Benny thinks it’s hilarious to pick you up, placing you on his shoulders before jumping backwards, sending you both flying through the air. You all play catch, laughing when Frankie misses the ball and accidentally punches Santi right in the stomach. You and Will easily fall back into your old habits of being friends, but you can’t help but notice the way his eyes linger just a second too long every now and again. You’re sure nobody else clocks on, all of the boys too busy splashing each other like children.

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When the evening comes, you all shower and dry off while Will and Frankie make dinner. You, Benny and Santi curl up on the couch, trying to warm each other up after hours of being in the water. You eat, you laugh, and you all swap stories about the things that you’ve missed since you last saw each other properly. It’s bliss. Perfect tranquility.

The sun sets, and you all move outside to the deck. Santi starts a campfire, and the five of you grab beers, settling into the warmth of the crackling wood. Everyone is relaxed, not a care in the world. You wish, for a moment, that life could always be like this. As if reading your thoughts, Will reaches out and brushes your cheekbone with his thumb in a fleeting moment, before retracting his hand as if nothing happened.

“I’m gonna make us some warm ciders,” Frankie decides, rising from his chair.

“I’ll come and help you. You always put way too much alcohol in - these idiots can’t handle it,” you signal towards where Benny, Will and Santiago are sat. They all scoff at you, laughing because they know it’s true.

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You sit atop the counter next to where Frankie begins gathering his ingredients. When a strand of hair falls into his eyes, you move it away gently.

“Will you let me cut your hair tomorrow? It’s getting in your way,” you ask him softly.

“Of course, mi amor. Wouldn’t trust anyone else.”

He smiles at you, and your heart swells. You love this man so much - some days you wonder how you got so lucky. All five of you are bonded for life, best friends until the end. But there’s no denying that you and Frankie have always understood each other on another level.

He stops making the drinks, moving to stand between your legs. He looks at you intently, as if he’s trying to solve something.

“I like seeing you happy like this,” he murmurs.

“How can I not be?” you whisper back. “I’m with my favourite people. I have everything I could ever want.”

“Yeah, but this is different.”

You scrunch your brows in confusion, and he chuckles. He begins to draw slow circles just above your bare knee. You can tell he’s thinking carefully.

“It’s Will, isn’t it?” he asks, gentle smile on his face.

In this moment, you could lie. You could feign innocence, deny it with your life, maintain that you and Will are just friends. But what’s the use? Why hide the best thing that’s ever happened to you from one of the people you love the most in the world?

“Yeah,” you grin. “It’s Will.”

He’s practically beaming at you now, equal parts proud of himself and you.

“Knew it,” he murmurs, careful to keep his voice down. “Did something happen?”

You realise now that there’s absolutely no point in lying to Frankie. You’ve come this far. Might as well tell him the truth.

“We’re engaged,” you whisper, grinning from ear to ear.

He pauses for a moment, processing the news. You can see the shock registering on his face. Then, he lunges forward, wrapping his arms around you.

“Oh my god, hermosa! You’re kidding!”

He’s squeezing you so tight you can barely breathe. You hear a shout from the boys outside and remember where you are.

“We haven’t told anyone yet. We’re just living in our little bubble of happiness for a while.”

“Hey, I get it,” he reassures. “I’m so happy for you. Both of you. I knew it’d happen eventually. It was just a question of when.”

You hug him again, so overwhelmed with love. What a miracle, to be loved like this by so many brilliant people.

“We’ll tell everyone soon, I promise. We were thinking of making it a party, a whole celebration.”

“Of course. Just tell me when, and I’ll be there.”

He pinches your knee playfully, before making his way back to his drinks, smile still plastered across his face.

“Hey, Francisco?” you murmur, still aware of the volume of your voice.

“Yeah?” he turns, giving you his full attention.

“So, I know it’s not traditional, but, I mean, when have me and Will ever done traditional?” you both laugh, and you continue. “I was just thinking – and you don’t have to say yes… I’d love it if you did, but really, you don’t have to – “

“Spit it out, mi amor,” he teases gently.

“Will you be my best man?”

He stops in his tracks, suddenly serious, and you’re worried you’ve made a mistake. Then, he breaks out into a grin, practically running over to bear hug you again.

“Of course I will,” he confirms into your ear. “I’d love nothing more.”

“I love you,” you tell him earnestly.

“I love you too, hermosa. So much.”

Frankie kisses you on the forehead once, then again, and begins to pick up the drinks he’s made.

“They’re gonna get suspicious if we’re gone too long. You know how they get,” he winks, leaving you alone in the kitchen.

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You sit in your happiness for a little while, just basking in the glow. You’ve never felt so at peace.

Will wanders into the kitchen, immediately coming over to stand in front of you. His warm palms find your hips, and he leans in to kiss you softly.

“Hi, sugar,” he murmurs against your mouth.

“Hi, handsome,” you mutter back.

“You okay? You disappeared,” he asks, fingers moving in warm circles on the bare skin of your waist.

“I’m good. So good,” you smile, kissing him again.

It’s then you realise what you’ve done. You broke the rule – don’t tell the boys.

“Will?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I have something I need to confess.”

He pulls away so he can see your face, and smiles at you gently, before putting the pieces together in his head.

“You told Frankie, didn’t you?” he asks, still smiling.

There’s a pause before you bare your truth.

“Yes. I’m sorry! He kind of figured it out himself, and he asked, and I didn’t have the heart to lie to him. He’s my best friend, he can see right through me at any given moment. I know I was the one who said we shouldn’t tell them and I know this makes me a hypocrite and I’m sorry – “

Will cuts you off - just like that day in his kitchen - by smashing his lips to yours.

“It’s okay. Sweetheart, it’s okay,” he reassures when you pull away.

“Really?”

“Yes. I promise.”

He rests his forehead against yours, and allows you to breathe him in. Then, he chuckles softly.

“What?” you ask.

“We’re idiots,” he replies.

“I mean, yes. But why?”

He chuckles again, clearly amused, before answering,

“I totally just told Benny and Santi while you were in here telling Frankie.”

You process the information, before bursting into a fit of giggles. He joins you, the both of you laughing like fools.

“You’re kidding!”

“I wish I was. Benny made a comment, said he’s kinda noticed that something has changed, and I just sort of confessed.”

You’re both laughing so hard your sides hurt. What are the chances? It all feels like fate. The two of you, together. The timing of the evening. It couldn’t have worked out any more perfect.

“We’re idiots,” you agree, throwing your arms around his neck. Will pulls you off the counter and spins you around, making you shriek. It’s the most beautiful déjà vu.

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The two of you make your way back out to the deck. As you walk over to the boys at the campfire, you’re suddenly caught off guard by two of them rugby tackling you, the three of you barrelling into the ground with a thud. Benny and Santiago are crushing you beneath them, shouting as they do it.

“Congratulations!”

“Hell yeah, sweetheart!”

“How did you even keep this a secret for so long?”

“Yeah, when were you planning to tell us, huh?”

“Can’t believe you’re marrying my brother. Oh my god, we’re gonna be family!”

“The five of us are already family, Ben.”

“Yeah, but, like, legally. Brother and sister!”

Benny’s hair is in your mouth and Santiago’s knee is in your ribcage and your earring is caught in someone’s shirt and the grass is scratching your back and you can’t breathe. Will and Frankie are watching from a distance, chuckling. You wouldn’t change it for the world.

Tranquility.

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The Fire Within Us

Frankie Morales x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 5.4k

Warnings- smut (18+ ONLY!), sex pollen (Frankie gets pollened), drug mention (passive, mostly about moving it), mutual pining, friends to lovers, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, oral (m receiving), multiple positions, overstim, feelings, love confessions, praise kink, creampie, protective!Frankie

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“Thank you, Catfish! Another delivery without a hitch,” the man, Robert, greeted Frankie right outside the helicopter.

Frankie let out a huff, “Just doing my job,” he said dismissively. This wasn’t where he thought he would find himself, but with money being tight and jobs sparse, this was Frankie’s only option. He wasn’t happy about it, but it paid well and it gave him a chance to fly.

Robert inspected the packages in the cargo space of the helicopter as Frankie watched. He knew the routine: inspect the delivery, count it all and make sure it was all accounted for, then he got paid. Frankie never asked what exactly he shipped; he figured it was better not to know the details. But this particular batch looked different. It wasn’t cocaine, he knew all too well what that looked like, but he had no idea what it was.

“All here, as usual,” Robert turned around with a smile on his face and one of the packages in his hand, “I expect nothing less from my best and most discreet flyer.”

Frankie shrugged, “Just doing my job,” he repeated.

“Your payment, as promised,” he passed an envelope of cash to Frankie, who immediately pocketed it. Robert then flashed a grin that made Frankie’s skin crawl, “You know what this is?” he gestured to the package in his hand.

“You know I never ask,” Frankie replied, keeping his face stern and level. He did not have a good feeling about this and he kept his guard up.

“And I appreciate you for it,” he pulled out a pocket knife and sliced the package open, “And I think you deserve a little bonus,” Robert dug out a handful of what looked like a brightly colored powder, “Dude, you’re too tense! This’ll help you… let off some steam,” he smirked as he blew a small puff of the powder right in Frankie’s face.

“Hey, what the fuck!” Frankie exclaimed as he coughed and waved his hands across his face.

“Especially if you’ve got someone to help you out with the… side effects,” Robert added slyly as he watched Frankie try and brush the powder off his face.

That made Frankie stiffen. Your name immediately popped into his head, but he wasn’t about to let this man know who you were. He was determined to keep you safe and protected from this part of his life at all costs; Frankie couldn’t risk getting you involved in any way. He didn’t want you to ever be used against him if things ever went south; he couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you.

“So there is someone,” Robert grinned as he noticed the change in Frankie’s demeanor.

Frankie’s eyes narrowed.

“Have fun then, Fish,” the man sounded too happy as he turned and left Frankie alone with his thoughts.

“Fuck,” he muttered to himself as he shook his head and made his way out, “What the fuck was that?” Frankie whispered as he got into his truck and ran his hands across his face and through his hair.

Suddenly, Frankie saw a large flash of white in his vision and then his skin felt like it was on fire. Sweat lined his brow and his pants quickly felt tighter as his cock stiffened out of nowhere. He let out a deep breath to try and calm himself before he blasted the air conditioning in his face to try and cool off.

“What the fuck was in that?” he repeated to himself as he wiped sweat off his forehead.

Not wanting to sit there any longer, Frankie decided he was well enough to drive and took off. He figured he would just head home and ride out whatever was now pulsing through his system until he was ok again. He just had to make it home and everything would be ok.

“Just make it home…” he muttered to himself.

The drive felt like a blur as Frankie kept repeating the mantra of “home” to himself over and over again. Yet, as much as he forced himself to think of home, all he could think about was you. Your beautiful smile, your kind heart, the way your eyes lit up when you looked at him, your laugh… your hands, your lips, the curves of your body, the swell of your breasts, your perfect ass… Frankie shook his head as his thoughts quickly morphed into something else.

He imagined what you could look like as he fucked you, or the look you would give him if you were on your knees with your lips around his cock. He wondered if your pussy tasted as sweet as he imagined it to be. Frankie imagined the sounds you’d make for him as he pounded into you over again over again, or how beautiful you’d look when you came on his cock…

Frankie’s desire for you flooded his system as the images in his head turned more and more lustful. Vaguely, he knew that it was something about that drug that was making him lose control like this, but there was nothing he could do to stop it now. And as he pulled his truck into park and turned it off, Frankie realized that he wasn’t at his place at all… he was at yours.

“When did I turn here?” he whispered to himself. But again, Frankie moved without realizing it and in a flash he was suddenly standing at your door.

What was he expecting when he knocked at your door? What would Frankie even say to you? Hello, I was forced to take this drug and now all I want to do is fuck you senseless, oh yeah and I’m fucking in love with you. Yeah sure, that would go across real well. You were Frankie’s best friend, you’d been there for him through everything. You were always there when he got back from deployment, you were there when his fiance left him, you were the only one who really knew what he was doing when he made those private flights. Not even the guys knew about that…

Swallowing hard, Frankie knocked on your door. His mind raced and his breaths were deep and heavy as he waited for you, but every thought was forced out when he was face to face with you. He let out another deep exhale as he scanned your figure up and down. You were dressed down in just a tshirt and shorts, obviously not expecting company for the evening. But to Frankie, you were still stunning.

“Frankie!” you breathed in surprise, “What are you doing here? Is everything ok?”

A rush of heat pulsed through his body as you spoke and Frankie let out a heavy breath as he ran his hands through his hair, “I-I just…” he stuttered, unsure of what exactly to say.

Concern lined your features, “You look a little flushed, Frankie,” you reached out and cupped his face, “Shit you’re burning up! Come in, let me help you.” There was no hesitation in your face as you led him inside and closed and locked the door behind you.

Frankie’s eyes dropped to the floor as he tried to shift himself so that his erection wasn’t as obvious. He knew his face had to be hot and he felt the sweat on his scalp. And it only got worse as he watched you; the moment you turned your back to him to close your front door Frankie’s eyes went right to your ass.

“Frankie…?”

Something about the tone of your voice snapped Frankie out of his trance and his eyes shot up to meet your gaze. He studied your face in silence for a moment, and when your lips parted to let out a shaky exhale, the dam broke.

Frankie groaned your name as he closed the gap between your bodies in an instant. His large hands cupped either side of your face and he looked deep into your eyes for a moment before he took your lips with his own in a heated kiss. You gasped as his movement caught you completely off guard, but your heart flipped in your chest as you instantly leaned into his kiss.

It had been your secret for years: you were desperately in love with Francisco Morales. Between his beautiful brown eyes, the sharp angle of his nose, his broad chest and his good, kind heart, you were a goner from the moment you met. You lost count of how many nights you laid in your bed alone and touched yourself with his name on your lips. How many times had you fingered yourself and imagined they were Frankie’s hands instead? You were too embarrassed to answer that honestly.

A growl escaped Frankie’s chest as he guided your body across your living room until your back collided with the wall. You squealed softly as the breath got knocked out of your chest, but you clung to Frankie, putting all your trust in him. And the taste of him drove you wild…

The moment Frankie kissed you, it felt like a wave of emotions crashed into him. All the feelings he buried over the years bubbled to the surface as he devoured your lips with his. And the moment your back hit the wall, he pressed his body fully against you and leaned completely into you. A mix of his groan and your moan echoed between your bodies as he was sure you felt how rock hard he was.

Everything in the logical side of his brain screamed at him to stop. He knew this was too much to put on your shoulders, too much to ask of you. But Frankie couldn’t help it. Whatever was in the drug overpowered every other thought in his brain until he was completely consumed by you. And once he got a taste of you, Frankie knew he couldn’t stop himself.

But he summoned every ounce of strength in his body and forced himself to break away from you. Heavy pants filled the room as you blinked your eyes open as the two of you stared at each other for several tense moments. Frankie’s arms trembled as he held himself back from ripping your clothes off and ravaging you right then and there.

“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath as he dropped his head.

“Frankie?” your tone was soft, yet he still heard the concern there, “What’s going on?” Not that you would complain; you had wanted him to kiss you for so long. But you knew Frankie better than anybody, and you knew when something was up with him.

“Shit I’m so sorry, querida,” Frankie’s voice was strained as he rested his forehead against yours, “I got something in my system from my run today,” he clenched his jaw, “And it’s making me want to fuck you senseless.”

You gasped but your voice turned more stern, “Frankie, you knew better than to try what you move.”

“I know!” he snapped back harsher than he meant to. When Frankie saw your eyes go wide, he relaxed his shoulders, “I’m sorry,” his voice was softer, “He kinda forced it on me…” his voice trailed off.

“Frankie?” you reached out for him.

“This was a mistake,” it took all of his willpower to push himself off of you and turn away, “I’m sorry…”

“Wait,” you didn’t let Frankie get far as you grabbed his shirt and spun him back around to face you, “Stay,” the second word was just a whisper, but you knew he heard you.

Frankie looked at you with those big brown eyes that made you melt, and you saw the fire that burned behind them. But, you also saw something else… something more melancholy. Under your hand, you felt how tense he was, as if it physically pained him to hold himself back. Briefly, you dropped your gaze down and noticed the bulge in his pants.

For a moment, your own emotions swirled around in your head; it must have meant something that you were the person Frankie thought of at that moment. That kiss was too passionate for it to only be the drug in his system. And when Frankie whispered your name so sweetly, your own dam of emotions broke.

“Fuck me,” your voice was hushed yet it held all the passions and emotions you felt, “Please Frankie…” you took a deep breath, “I… I’ve wanted this… Wanted you for so long…”

Your confession stunned Frankie to stillness for a moment that he almost forgot about his painfully hard cock. He stared deep into your eyes for a long moment and time felt like it froze for both of you as your words hung in the air. Even without him saying anything back, you could tell from the way he stared at you and the way he clung tightly to you that his feelings reflected your own.

A low grumble emanated from deep in Frankie’s chest as he lunged forward and captured your lips in another heated and desperate kiss. You moaned into him but you gave in more easily now that you laid your heart out for him and he didn’t push you away. Frankie breathed your name against your lips as he dragged you back towards your bedroom.

As he guided your bodies through your place, Frankie didn’t even need to look up or break away from you. He knew your place like the back of his hand, and he couldn’t even say how many nights he imagined almost this exact scenario: leading you down while devouring your lips and tugging at your clothes until you were bare for him.

Frankie yanked your shirt off first before he ripped your shorts and panties down in one swift movement. You clawed just as desperately at him, ripping his shirt open and fumbling with the zipper of his jeans clumsily. Heat rose between your bodies as a trail of discarded clothing led the way to your bed.

Once you reached your bed, Frankie quickly pushed you down so that you landed on your back, and an inferno burned in his eyes as he watched your breasts bounce as you hit the mattress. You looked up at him with a glazed over expression and immediately parted your legs. Frankie’s eyes trailed down to your pussy, and even in the low light of your bedroom he saw how wet you were for him.

“Fuck baby…” he groaned as he covered you with his body and attacked your neck with bites and open mouthed kisses.

The warmth of Frankie’s body was inviting, even when he was fueled by some mysterious drug. He took your breath away from how beautiful he looked in the low light while he gazed down at you with a look of pure admiration on his face. And when he kissed you, it felt like you were in a dream.

“Frankie…” a shiver ran down your spine when he nipped at a sensitive spot on your neck.

His hands cupped your breasts and you moaned when Frankie pinched your nipples. You were so soft underneath him, Frankie knew he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. So with one last kiss on your neck, he pushed himself up so that he lined his cock up with your entrance.

“Querida…” Frankie groaned as he thrust into you, fully sheathing himself inside you in one motion.

You screamed in pleasure as you clawed at Frankie’s back. His cock stretched you out more than any of your toys, and since he was too filled with his own need from the drug, Frankie didn’t take his time with you like he would have wanted to. He mumbled a soft apology as the drug fueled him on and he snapped his hips against yours, desperate for release.

Frankie growled as he drilled into you; his large hands gripped your hips tightly as the drug made him lose all control of himself. He pounded into you at a fast, harsh pace, and the way you moaned and screamed every time his cock was fully buried in you only spurred him on more. You dug your nails into his broad, strong back as your legs framed Frankie’s body. It was overwhelming but in all the best ways because it was Frankie… your Frankie.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, “You feel so fucking good baby… So fucking beautiful…”

All you could do was moan in response as Frankie showered you with praise while he fucked you so roughly. It was a sign that Frankie was still in there under the drug that made him fuck you senseless. It felt so natural to you to let Frankie fuck you and surrender to him like this. You trusted him more than anyone… and you loved him more than anything in the world.

In what felt like no time, Frankie felt the warmth build from deep within him and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Between the drug and how good your pussy felt around his cock, his climax quickly built up until it threatened to spill over and explode.

“Baby… I’m gonna…”

“Cum in me Frankie,” you whispered as you held him tightly.

“Fuuuuck,” he moaned as your request pushed him over the edge. Frankie came hard as he spilled himself into you, his hips still pounding against yours as wave after wave of his climax crashed into him.

But, where Frankie hoped to find relief in his climax he only found more desire. As his hips slowed, he realized he was still hard inside you, and you gasped and looked up at him with wide eyes as you realized the same thing. Even after the strongest orgasm of his life, and finally getting to fuck you, Frankie still needed more.

“Frankie…?”

“Shit,” he spat as he rocked against your body again.

You dropped your head against the mattress as Frankie started fucking you once more. Tears filled the corners of your eyes as you felt the soreness creep up, but you didn’t want him to stop. You wanted to be there for him, and you’d wanted this for so long you didn’t want to let it go. But you also felt overwhelmed with emotions as Frankie sped up his thrusts again.

He noticed when a single tear rolled down the side of your face, and Frankie immediately wiped it away, “I got you baby,” he whispered as he laid himself completely over you, covering your body with his own, “You’re doing so good, baby… Que hermosa… So good for me…” he mumbled more incoherent praises into your ear as his hips moved on their own.

These weren’t tears of sorrow or pain, but something else, something deeper. Emotions ran high between the two of you as you felt Frankie’s cock hit that sweet spot deep inside you over and over again. Your moans became louder and louder until your body trembled around him.

“Cum for me baby… Please…” he begged as he felt his second orgasm build up, “I need you to cum.”

“Fuck!” you cried out as your body trembled when climax suddenly hit you like a freight train.

And your climax triggered Frankie’s as both of you turned into a gushing pile of sweaty limbs. Together, the two of you rode out your highs on each other as you clung and clawed at each other. It was as if neither of you could get close enough to the other and the desperation boiled over.

You saw stars in your vision as the aftershocks of your powerful orgasm pulsed through your body. Your limbs shook as you tried to hold onto Frankie while he still pounded into you, clearly still desperate for more.

“Shit,” you heard Frankie hiss, “Fuck…” Clearly he was frustrated when, even after cumming with you, he was still hard and the need still pulsed through his veins. Sobs of his own escaped his chest as he wrapped his arms around you as best he could, “Fuck… I’m so sorry baby,” Frankie’s voice quivered as he thrust into you again, “I’m so fucking sorry… Lo siento mi cielo…”

“Frankie…” you had no idea what else to say, and any thoughts you did have were pushed out of your mind as Frankie pounded into you again. Your body was exhausted and sore, but you didn’t want him to stop if he still needed you, so you didn’t push him away. You let Frankie use your body for his release as his cock filled you over and over again until his third orgasm rocked you both to your cores.

Frankie knew he had to be hurting you, and it killed him inside. But he couldn’t help it, once he started fucking you, he couldn’t stop. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as his own tears flowed from his eyes, “Fuck… Baby I’m so fucking sorry,” he apologized to you over and over again as his rock hard cock still stayed deep inside you.

Something about the sounds of his sobs and the way he said your name like it was a prayer snapped you out of your own mind. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held him tightly, “It’s ok Frankie,” your voice was soothing and soft, “I’m ok… You’re not hurting me.” It was a lie and you both knew it. But, you had an idea, “Here, let’s try this.”

Gently, you pushed Frankie up so that he was propped on his hands. You took a moment to look into his tear-stained eyes and your heart skipped a beat. Even though his cock was still in you, there was something about looking into his eyes that made you weak. Your eyes fluttered shut as you closed the gap between your faces and placed a soft, sweet kiss on Frankie’s lips. He gasped against you, clearly surprised by your action, and you took the opportunity to flip your bodies.

It took all the strength you had, but you rolled both your bodies around so that Frankie was now on his back and you straddled his waist. Both of you let out soft moans as the new angle drove Frankie’s cock deeper into you. And you both felt the gush of your releases spill between your bodies.

Frankie looked up at you with the same wide-eyed expression you had on your face before. His hands landed on your hips, but he didn’t grab you. He just rested them against your skin carefully as he studied every inch of your body. The way your breasts rose and fell with your heavy breaths, the way your lips were swollen from his harsh kisses, the fiery look in your eyes… it was all perfection to him. And when Frankie’s eyes trailed down your body, he let out a breathy moan when he saw where your bodies were still connected.

You let out a moan of your own when you felt his cock twitch inside you, and you felt a tingle of embarrassment under Frankie’s intense gaze. He looked up at you as if you hung the stars in the sky, as if you were a goddess, and it made your heart flutter in your chest. But, as much as you would be content to just stay like this, on top of him with his cock buried fully inside you, Frankie still needed your help.

Carefully, you lifted yourself off his body, his cock sliding out of you as you did. You whimpered as his seed dripped from you and you suddenly felt empty without him inside you. And Frankie let out a whine unlike anything you’d ever heard before. You quickly reached up and cupped the side of his face, much like he had done to you before.

“Shh,” you soothed him, “It’s ok Frankie,” you wiped a tear from his face, “I’ve got you,” you echoed his words to you from earlier, “Just trust me.”

Frankie breathed your name, “I trust you, baby.” The apology was on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t have the energy to voice it. You knew though.

You shimmied your way down his body and settled between his legs. Your mouth watered as you finally got a better look at his cock, and fuck it was beautiful. Even after three orgasms, Frankie’s cock was hard as a rock and stood at full attention. Your eyes trailed up his figure and you watched as his chest rose and fell with deep breaths. If this wasn’t a desperate situation, you would have wanted to kiss every inch of him and take his nipple in your mouth and flick it with your tongue. You wanted to mark his body and show him just how much you truly loved him. But now was not the time.

So you wrapped your hand around his cock and pumped it a few times. Immediately, Frankie let out a loud moan as his head slammed down onto the mattress. And his moans only grew louder when you wrapped your lips around his length and swallowed him fully.

“Fuck! Baby!” he cried out as you bobbed your head up and down his length, “Fuck… Fuck!”

You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked him hard as you stroked the rest of him with your hand. Your tongue swirled around the sensitive tip and you hummed around him when you felt his cock twitch at your actions. Frankie grabbed hold of your scalp and held you tightly as you worked his cock with your mouth.

“Shit, shit, shit… Baby I’m gonna cum…”

You only sucked him off harder, determined to throw Frankie over the edge. And it only took a few more moments for him to explode in your mouth. You gagged at first but you didn’t let up and swallowed every drop of his cum that flowed into your mouth.

When you needed to take a breath, you broke away and wheezed as you filled your lungs with air. Frankie’s seed dripped from the corner of your mouth, but you didn’t care. You casually wiped it away as you watched him come down from his high. Frankie still looked flushed and his skin glistened with sweat, but he seemed calmer than before. As you looked down, you noticed he was still hard, but his cock didn’t seem like it throbbed the way it did before.

“Frankie?” you asked in a whisper, “Frankie, you ok, baby?” you crawled up and hovered over his body.

He didn’t even realize his eyes fluttered shut. Frankie wanted to watch you while you wrapped your lips around his cock and took him into your mouth over and over again. But you felt too good, and when you flicked your tongue against his length, he was done for. Frankie’s heart pounded in his chest, and it only got worse when he looked at your concerned face once more.

“I’m ok, baby,” his voice was raw and low, “I think I’ll be ok now,” he tried to push himself up, not wanting to put you out any more than he already did.

“Wait,” you placed your hands on his chest and kept him in place, “Stay,” you whispered, “I think one more will get this drug out completely.”

Frankie’s eyes went wide as he cupped your face, “Are you sure, baby?”

“Do you not want to?” your voice was barely audible as your own vulnerability showed.

“It’s not that…”

“Let me then,” you interrupted, not sure if you could handle what he was about to say.

You moved slowly, giving Frankie the opportunity to push you away if he wanted to. But as you hovered your pussy over the tip of his cock, Frankie held onto your hips and gently guided your body down. No words were needed in that moment as you sunk down onto him inch by inch. This time, however, it was less desperate, less rushed. You took your time as Frankie’s cock stretched you out once more.

Both of you moaned softly and once your hips met his, you collapsed down onto his chest. Frankie immediately wrapped his arms around you and held you close as you both moved slowly against the other. You both clung to each other and held the other close, but this time it was different. The need was still there, but it was a more heartfelt need instead of drug fueled.

Slowly, you bounced on Frankie’s cock, letting the veins rub against your inner walls as you moved against him. Every drag of his cock drove you wild, and you felt the heat build up within you in no time. Underneath you, you felt the way his heart pounded in his chest and you were surprised when it matched your own.

“Fuck baby,” Frankie mumbled in your ear as he held you close. His hips bucked against yours as he matched your rhythm from below you, “You’re fucking amazing… You feel so good… So beautiful,” he rambled in a low tone, “Fuck… I love you baby. Te quiero… I fucking love you.”

Your climax hit without warning right after Frankie’s confession. You cried out as tears fell from your eyes as your entire body trembled in his arms. Frankie held you close as you rode out your orgasm on his cock until he too came again. He groaned your name as he tightened his grip on you, as if he was scared you’d disappear if he let you go.

Once both your final highs were ridden out, both you and Frankie flopped onto your bed, exhausted. Heavy breaths filled the room as you laid on top of him. Frankie ran his hand across your back soothingly as he muttered soft words of affection in your ear. You couldn’t quite hear what he said as the sound of his pounding heart was even louder in your ear. His cock stayed inside you, but you felt it slowly start to soften, and you both knew it was over now.

“Thank you, baby,” Frankie murmured in your ear, “Thank you.”

A sob echoed in the room, and you weren’t sure if it was from you or Frankie.

“I love you too, Frankie,” your voice was hushed and you didn’t dare look him in the eye, “I’ve loved you for so fucking long.”

Frankie smiled against you as he kissed the side of your face. He carefully brought his hand to your head and gently turned you so that you faced him. You gasped when you looked into his deep, beautiful brown eyes and saw the adoration he held there.

“If we didn’t just go at it for the last few hours, I’d show you just how much I love you. I’d eat your pussy until you ask me to stop,” the sincerity in Frankie’s voice made your heart skip a beat, “I’ve been in love with you for years,” he confessed more shyly.

“Frankie,” you breathed, “I’ve loved you for-fucking-ever,” you let out a soft laugh and paused for a moment, “Maybe that drug wasn’t all that bad then,” you added with jest.

Frankie laughed with you before he turned more serious, “Maybe not,” his brows furrowed, “But I promise baby, nothing like this will happen again. And I promise I’ll keep you safe from anything.” Frankie thought back to the way Robert sneered at him earlier after he realized there was someone special in Frankie’s life, and his words echoed in his head.

You pushed yourself off of Frankie’s chest, his cock slowly sliding out of you as you did so, and settled yourself at his side. His arms wrapped around you and held you close without hesitation, “I trust you, Frankie,” you said as you rested your head on his chest and made yourself comfortable in his embrace. Nothing had ever made you feel safer than right now, in Frankie’s arms, and you found you never wanted to leave.

Thankfully, Frankie never wanted to let you go and soon enough both of you passed out in the other’s embrace, completely wiped out but still safe and protected. Just as you trusted Frankie, he trusted you with his heart, and he never felt more at home than when he was with you.

You were right: perhaps some good did come out of that drug. Because now, Frankie could officially call you his. And he was yours.

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alexa-fika · 14 days

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Could I ask for robin and franky kinda adopting a little girl? Like she sits and cuddles Robin whenever Robin is reading. Just loves how silly Franky can be? Just imagine a little kid running up to then when their scared

Relaxation and entertainment( Robin x f!child!reader x Franky)

A/N okay anon im gonna confess, I ‘ve had this ready for a week… maybe more. I just was so ashamed cause I thought it was really bad so I just kind buried under other works but you deserve something even if it’s not the best.

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha as a placeholder which means reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

Robin sat in her usual spot, on the deck of the Thousand Sunny. Sitting at one of the tables and enjoyed one of the rare peaceful moments they were able to have as she read one of her books.

In her lap sat the youngest of the crew, a darling little girl who was taken in by the crew; she had grown particularly fond of two of the members; however, the one she was currently cuddling with and a certain Cola-loving Cyborg

“Here you go, Robin-chan,” Sanji said, dropping down a drink in front of the archeologist, his usual love-sick look adorning his features

“Thank you, Sanji,” Robin replied, smiling at the blond and putting her book down

“Anything for you, Robin-chan,” he exclaimed, heart filling his eyes until he glanced down at the child in her lap

“Here you go, Dokucha,” he said, placing a similar looking drink in front of her

She beams quickly, grabbing the drink

“Thank you, Sanji-nii!”

“You’re welcome,” Sanji replies, ruffling their hair and waving the pair goodbye as he entered the kitchen once again

“It’s yummy, Robin-nee!”

“I’m glad it’s to your liking,” she says, smiling, her face softening as she looks down at the young child

“I love you, Robin-nee!”

Robin laughs and ruffles her hair gently

“Love you too,” she replies hugging her softly

“Franky-nii!”

Yeahhhhhh?

“Im boreeed”

“Uh oh, sounds like a big job for the SUPERRR Franky!“ he said, turning with them with his usual grin

“So whatcha bored about?”

She giggles at that and shrugs

“Everyone’s busy.”

“Well, if no one is around to entertain you, then it looks like it's up to me! You want to hang out and have some fun?”

“Yeaaah”

“Awesome! I've got a good idea... I know a new cola shop that has the good stuff; we could start there?”

“Wah, really?!”

“Yeah! It just opened, and they have all kinds of cola! They say they have one that's so good it makes your skin feel tingly; wanna try it?”

“Yeah!!”

“SUPERRRR” he exclaimed, throwing the small girl onto his shoulders and making his way out of the ship

“Superrrr,” she parrots, strings of laughs escaping her as she tightened her hold on his neck exited for the bubbly drink.

My first time trying this Format… what do you think? Nay or yay? I could also just write a transition between the two rather than dividing them, I just din’t have any idea how to join them so I wrote two different scenes, originally I had them separated by a divider/timelapse but I thought ‘Might as well try this’

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sugumii · 11 months

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Sanji X Reader: Comfort

Warnings: None. Very slight spoilers about Sanji’s past, very vague however. Slight angst to fluff. TW: My horrendous writing and plot.

It was a beautiful, peaceful day on the Sunny. The waves crashed gently against the ship, creating a pleasant rocking, and the sun shined brightly, allowing the crew to soak in its rays and bathe in its warmth. The last island the crew had went to was one with a much colder climate, so they were ecstatic to have warmer days ahead.

Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper ran around the ship’s deck, happily playing some sort of tag game with each-other. Usopp was complaining loudly, pointing an accusing finger at his captain and calling him out on his cheating. Chopper stood there dumbfounded and had no clue that Luffy was even cheating. Nami and Robin chatted casually on their sun chairs, soaking in the sun for a nice tan. Franky was working on minor repairs in the men’s bedroom below deck while Zoro was napping per usual in the training room. Finally, the blonde cook was in the kitchen, preparing snacks and refreshing beverages for the crew. Most specifically, the ladies. However, something was missing. Rather, someone.

Where were you?

Sanji happily spun out of the kitchen, practically twirling his way towards Nami and Robin, handing them the fruity concoctions he had made.

“NAMI-SWANN, ROBIN CHWAAAN FOR YOU MADAMEMOISELLES!” Sanji exclaimed excitedly with hearts in his eyes. He spun around their chairs happily, careful not to spill the remaining beverage he had on his tray.

Nami nodded her head in approval while Robin smiled and said a small “Thank you.” At this, the love cook blushed and happily exclaimed some compliments to the girls until he noticed the remaining drink on his tray. He paused briefly to scan the deck of the ship, searching for the remaining crewmate. “By the way, have you ladies seen Y/n-chwan around?”

Nami gently lowered her sunglasses for a brief moment, making direct eye contact with Sanji before pushing them back up again. “No, I haven’t seen her at all today actually.”

Sanji turned his attention towards Robin next as she spoke.

“I haven’t seen her either. I’m sorry, Sanji.”

At this, Sanji frowned and sighed, walking away from the girls and towards the lower deck of the ship, more specifically, your bedroom. He was a bit disheartened at not seeing you on deck today with Luffy. Usually you tended to join the trio in their shenanigans and challenge their captain to silly games. Not to mention, Sanji had been feeling a bit lonely lately, feelings of self doubt and hatred rising up. He didn’t necessarily mean to doubt your feelings, but whether or not he actually deserved them. He continued his search, bearing in mind he hadn’t seen you in any other rooms much before, so your bedroom was the best educated guess.

He arrived at your door in a matter of seconds before knocking gently. “Y/n-chwan? Are you in there?”

Silence.

He knocked again, knuckles lightly wrapping against the wooden door. “Y/n?”

Again, no reply.

He muttered a quick “Coming in…” and cautiously opened the door, peeking in. He wasn’t sure if you were dressing or asleep, so he wanted to be extra careful not to intrude. His eyes scanned the room before landing on your bed, making out a familiar frame. The sight caused his heart to skip a beat and an instant nose bleed.

There you were, sprawled almost naked across your bed, sheets messily sprawled across the lower half of your body while the top was only covered by a thin cover. Your hair was messily framing your face, causing you to look absolutely breathless. A small string of drool escaped from your lips as tiny snores could be heard from you. Your eyes were shut peacefully and your face looked calm and adorable. In his eyes, even while sleeping, his beloved Y/n looked like a God/Goddess.

Carefully, Sanji made his way to the side of your bed, placing down the long forgotten refreshment on top of your bedside and admiring your cute state. He took in every detail of your face, burning the picture into his mind to think about later. He had never seen you look so calm, it made his heart flutter at seeing his love sleeping so peacefully. It was moments like these he truly cherished, even if you weren’t conscious. He was happy to be by your side, nonetheless. Whether he deserved to be or not.

Sanji shook his head at the negative doubt and instead smiled and carefully reached out to remove a strand of hair out of your face, which caused you to stir. He froze, retracting his hand almost immediately before noticing you resuming your peaceful slumber. He exhaled a sigh of relief, thanking the gods that he didn’t wake his god/goddess and internally scolded himself for almost doing so. How could be be so careless and disturb you when you wanted to rest? He was debating exiting and leaving your drink for later until your eyes fluttered open, eyeing him lazily.

“Mmm… Sanji?” You mumbled sleepily, voice laced with tiredness.

He flinched, not having expected you to wake and made eye contact with you, smiling.

“Good morning Y/n-chwan! I made drinks, but you weren’t around so I came to see where you were.”

“Oh, is that so?” You said, noticing the pinkish purple drink on the side. “Thank you, Sanji. I’m grateful, but I’m still so sleepy.”

Sanji laughed, stroking your hair and humming softly. “But it’s time to wake up my love! You already almost missed breakfast and you know it isn’t easy saving a plate with Luffy around. I won’t allow you to miss two meals Y/n.”

You stayed silent, pondering his words as you let him play with your hair. It was a normal occurrence for him to do so as he was your partner, so you hummed happily and leaned into his touch.

“Sanji?”

“Yes, my dear?” Sanji replied, pausing temporarily and looking at you. Your eyes still held that tired and sleepy look.

“Can you lay down with me?”

“W-WHAAAT?!” Sanji blushed, eyes turning into hearts as his face burned a bright crimson. “A-anything for you, my love…” He fought the upcoming nosebleed coming and quickly slipped into the bed with you. Although his thoughts came back he did his best to push them to the back of his mind. He can’t do this here… not with his love near. His eyes remained glued to your face, scared to look elsewhere and disrespect you. He lay stiff, hesitant to get any closer to you due to the little clothing you had. You noticed this and chuckled.

“Sanji, you can lie closer to me you know. We’re dating, it’s okay my love.”

His breath stopped momentarily as his heart beat quickened. “Y/n-swan… if I get any closer to you I might not be able to take it.”

“Take what?” You questioned, confused as to what he meant. You turned to rest on your side, facing him as his face reddened even more. He began stuttering with sweat droplets running down his face. You eyed him lazily and hummed. “Well?”

“Its just that… is this really okay? As hard as it may be to believe, I’ve never been this close to anyone before.” His eyes held a look of shame and embarrassment as he continued. “I just don’t want to do something wrong and make you to hate me.” His voice cracked at the end almost as though he was going to cry. Would you find him less manly just for sharing his true sentiments with you? What if he has a nosebleed and scares you off? What if you hate him…?

“My love…” Your heart broke at hearing his voice crack. You scooted closer to him and hugged him, wrapping your arms around his back and pulling him close to your chest. He let out a shocked breath and blushed, hesitantly leaning into your touch. It’s not that he didn’t want it, he did, but he’s just so scared to be vulnerable around someone as amazing as you. What if you looked down on him for being so emotional over something so small? What if-

“Sanji.” You said, snapping him out of his thoughts. He looked up at your worried face and felt guilt for not paying attention and causing you to worry over him. “Sanji, listen to me please. I love you, nothing will ever change that. You don’t need to be afraid of getting close to me- I’m your s/o for crying out loud! I love you so much please don’t hesitate to come talk to me or get touchy with me.” You felt him lean closer into your chest and rest his cheek against it fully. His eyes closed as his cheeks had a soft pink hue. Even like this, he looked gorgeous. With blonde locks as golden as the sun and eyes as bright as gems. “I love you.” You said again, reaffirming your love for him.

He smiled, finally returning your embrace and wrapping his arms around your waist. He snuggled into your chest and rested his head there. He was so lucky to have someone as amazing as you in his life. God, just what did he do to deserve you? In all his life, people treating him terribly and pushed him away constantly. Only few such as his mother and sister actually caring for him, besides the crew and you. It felt almost magical to him, to have that someone who genuinely wanted him. His touch. His heart. His gaze. His love. His everything.

With that, he leaned his head up to meet your gaze and slowly closed the distance. His eyes locking on your plump lips as you do the same. He kissed you, slowly and passionately. He poured all his love and being into this single kiss. All his appreciation, his contentment, and his love for you.

And everything he wanted to convey to you, every emotion he poured into this kiss, you felt. You felt every ounce of it and returned the passion.

Finally, he pulled back and kissed your lips one last time, then your cheeks, nose, forehead, and lastly your lips once more. You blushed as he did this, now becoming much more awake. Any sleepiness you had entirely leaving. Sanji smiled at you and finally grabbed your hand, placing another gentle kiss on your knuckles.

“Now my love, it’s time to get up, hm? I want you to try the drink I made for you. I made it with the fruits you love!”

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odetodilfs · 11 months

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THE ULTIMATE PEDRO BOYS RANK!

(ft. my own opinions)

This is a lil idea I had while talking to a friend and it started off with a top 5, but I decided to rank all Pedro boys here, but quite frankly, I love them all and it's just a miniature difference with each. NSFW mentions, but probably anyone can read. The list goes from top to bottom btw, my dumbass did it the wrong way round. I haven't watched some of the things some of these guys are in so just keep that in mind. Remember these are my own opinions and you're allowed to disagree with me!!

#1 Marcus Moreno

Now, he's not the most known, not the fan favorite, he's in the middle for fandom standards, but this guy is the cutest for me. Like I don't care how terrible the movie itself is I fell in love with that man his first second of screen time. He seems like the type to make breakfast for you in bed, he seems like the type to kiss you every morning, he seems like the type to be perfect. Also his world and situation is (considerably) more calm than most of the other Pedro boys, he's not a gun dealer, he's not in a world where a fungus has taken over, he lives a mostly normal life. AND COME ON, TELL ME THIS GUY ISN'T AS LOYAL AS A DOG. He's also a dad, and I love dads <3 With this, Marcus wins the #1 spot!

#2: Javier Peña

Javier couldn't score any lower than this. Sure, his life is considerably more agitated than Marcus's and he IS a huge manwhore... BUT I CAN FIX HIM!! I'd fulfill his dream of living in a ranch in Texas, I'd be his forever. He's also got that mustache and you KNOW he's good in bed, any position, Dom or sub, he does it ALL! And he'd also be hella protective of you too.

manwhore on #2

#3 Frankie Morales

He's so.. he's so adorable!! Frankie is just so cute and seems like the type of guy that would do it all for his partner. I just know his heart fills with joy when he sees you, his kid and him as a family. Why does he also seem like the kind of guy to verbally worship you and thank him every time he goes to sleep? I don't know, but even then, he's still so cute, (and probably good in bed).

Frankie Morales on #3 probably cause of my love for dads lmfao

#4 Javi Gutierrez

Goddamn, this man, this beautiful ass man, I'll never get over him, his puppy eyes, his everything. He's kind of like a more energetic version of Marcus, kind of, and he just seems super caring and adorable. I just know he wouldn't get tired of telling you how beautiful you look, how you're his world and that he loves you. When he gets tough he's also kind of cute btw.

#5 Pero Tovar

I'm not gonna lie... I'm guilty of having slept on Pero for hella long, but that's not the case anymore as he ends up #5 on this list! I see him kind of as a mix between Joel and Din. AND THAT SCAR, LORD...

I just wanna kiss this man all over and give him the loving he deserves. I also definitely see him taking out his weapons at anyone insulting you, he'd just be so in love with you.

#6 Joel Miller

Of course, the iconic Joel Miller can't be any lower than this, he's so adorable, like even if he's a mass murderer, he did it in the name of his daughter! Joel would be a very hard and strong man, if he has a soft moment with you, it means he plainly loves you and trusts you. And his brown eyes oh my god, and the greying hair, god, he's so amazing, I wanna take care of him. He'd be super protective and possessive of you too. Also he's a dad, of course lmfao.

#7 Tim Rockford

He's got cake, a hot ass mustache, shoulder holsters and a hot ass attitude with beautiful brown eyes. The only thing that kind of holds him back is the lack of a proper story, but that's amazing for fics as you don't really need an AU 99% of the time. I feel like he'd be really soft with his partner and constantly trying to make time for them and sometimes invite them to his office, he also seems like the type of guy to sneak behind you and give you hugs from behind .

#8 Oberyn Martell

A classic. Our slutty bisexual prince, who doesn't love that combo? We have canon confirmation that this man is good in bed too. I have the Headcanon that he's an amazing power bottom, but that's just me. I feel like he'd be super protective of you and constantly try to show his strength and attractiveness to you, even if you don't mean it, he'd definitely spoil you too.

#9 Din Djarin

Our little Mandalorian with social anxiety <3, I love him so much, he's so cute and I'm glad he got the ending he deserved with his child, (let me live in Nevarro with you and Grogu, I'll make you happy I swear). He's the definitely the protective type, and his patience is real short so it's best to not mess with you, Grogu or him. I feel like he'd have trouble taking off the helmet mainly cause he feels insecure that you won't like him.. but little does he know you're only gonna love him more, and eventually when he does do it, it's an amazing decision.

#10 Jack "Whiskey" Daniels

Now, Whiskey and #11 were a hard pick, I had a mental debate of who to put first, alas, Whiskey got #10. He's a cowboy, what's not to love? That mustache and his confidence, oh my god. His backstory makes me wanna comfort him so bad and just the reassurance, I feel like he'd also be extremely protective because of what happened with his ex wife and he doesn't want anything to happen to you as well. I feel like at some point he'd also like to become a father with you. Overall, so cute and probably good in bed as well.

#11 Dio Morissey

Oh my, it's certainly a switch up from the other Pedro boys. Much more blunt and dominant in general. But he's still super fine which got him the 11th spot. I know this man is extremely freaky in bed, and dominant as fuck too. Outside of the bedroom though, he'd give people death stares if he thinks they're looking at you weirdly and even if sometimes he's certainly quite strange, it has a certain charm to it don't you think?

The hot goth at #11

#12 Silva

Now, I was debating whether or not to put Silva here as Strange Way of Life isn't really out yet, but there's gifs of him, so I decided why not? This ranking will definitely go up when it gets released, as now I simply struggle to make head canons with him cause we know so little about him. I just know he's very passionate and would defend you so bravely. He'd do anything for his man and it shows, and the cowboy hat looks good. This cowboy can totally ride me!! He's my beautiful queer rep too, and I swear if I see fem reader fics of this guy my gay ass is jumping you.

#13 Dieter Bravo

Our favorite (probably bisexual) actor and artist, he's just so cute and cuddly, he'd give you the warmest hugs and cuddles and would constantly need reassurance that you love him which would be so cute. Physicality is his love language most definitely and his favorite way to sleep is with you both cuddling. He's also extremely funny which is just adorable, especially with his sassiness.

#14 Ezra

Our other little space boy <3, he's beautiful, even if he ends up losing an arm, but I'd still love him. He'd definitely recite poems to you under the stars and just come up with nicknames for you. He also looks so soft and looks like the kind to fall asleep in your arms while smiling. He'd always be super grateful to have you and will do anything in his power to please you.

#15 Comandante Veracruz

I feel like he's the super stoic and cutting guy who's hard on the outside but a softy on the inside, kind of like Pero Tovar in a different way. And I know if anyone lays a finger on you he won't hesitate to pull out the guns if he thinks it's enough. With you, he's super gentle, almost like another person but would grieve your touch. He also wouldn't mind using some of that aggressiveness in bed.

#16 Max Phillips

Now I know Dio scored high but he's an exception, but I'm missing the mustache or some facial hair. Even then, Max is still pretty hot and I'd let him feed off my blood if he wants to. He also has a funny personality which gets him far, he's also extremely dominant in bed.

#17 Marcus Pike

He's so adorable but I barely remember the mentalist and didn't watch the episodes he's in, I might rewatch it just for him. But he's really cute, I love their hair and the mustache so that gets him the places above the 2 down below. But he definitely seems like the type to praise your every move. If I knew him better he'd probably overtake Max.

#18 Maxwell Lord

Now... for starters I know literally nothing about this man cause I haven't watched WW1984, and the look kinda just isn't it... he's cute though, passable and probably uses cheesy pickup lines to make you fall for him. Also he's got a got a good ass so that prevents him from being last.

#19 Dave York

Now he's better in looks than Maxwell, but I literally can't think of any headcanons of him since I don't know this character at all in the slightest, so uh... sorry Dave York fans, he might rise in this ranking if I ever watch the equalizer... Ahhh! With this the list comes to an end, once again, I love all Pedro boys with tiny little differences but overall they're all amazing in their own right <3 I know I missed some like him in the Casillero del Diablo ad, but that kind of barely counts as a character considering he doesn't even have a name. Feel free to share your opinion in the comments/tags and please reblog this post!

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Delta Landscaping | Chapter 10: Tio Frankie

Series Summary: In this AU, the boys of Delta Force start a new business post-Colombia.

Series Masterlist | Chapter 10 A03 Link

Series Rating: Explicit (18+)

Word Count: 6.2k

Previously on As the Mule Falls: Melissa was a woman on a mission, uncovering some details on Cousin Joel. Did you catch that Frankie grew up with Benny and Will? Santiago had to face the guys and talk about his intentions with Melissa, which brought up some bad memories for Benny.

On This Episode: Frankie visits his sister and her family in Dallas. (Side note: Can I tell you how hard I had to resist to call this chapter Frankie Does Dallas? Ok, back to the show.) We learn a bit more about Frankie's past and get a healthy dose of Tio Frankie. Following the argument with Santiago, Benny makes a rash decision. And we get a Neighborhood Watch group chat.

Chapter Warning: TW: death - As we explore part of Frankie's backstory we learn that both his mother and father have passed, and what happened in the aftermath. Also a mention of infidelity and learning the paternity of a baby.

If you ever have questions about any of the content, please reach out. The last thing I want is for someone to have a negative reaction. Overall this is a happy, silly series but it is grounded in some reality.

*Cue the Real Housewives music and roll opening credits*

The ding of the seatbelt sign turning back on woke Frankie up from his nap. He was thankful to have gotten some rest on the flight after a bit of a frantic morning. He liked getting to the airport early with time to relax, but that didn't happen thanks to Santiago who was late picking him up from his early morning appointment. They then, of course, hit traffic, causing Frankie to have to run through the terminal to catch his flight.

As he looked out the window at the vast expanse of the Texan terrain, Frankie got a bit of a lump in his throat. Although they had been talking weekly and having regular FaceTime calls, he hadn’t seen his sister in person in well over a year. He wasn’t proud of the state he was in during that period of his life. He’ll never forget the sound of her voice when he called to tell her he missed his flight and wouldn’t be able to be there for Leia’s first birthday. Valeria wasn't mad, she was disappointed, which hurt him more. He wanted her to yell at him and tear him down, but she just seemed defeated. Without their father or Frankie there it was yet another reminder of how quickly her family had disintegrated.

After their mom Alejandra unexpectedly passed away, their father Felipe withdrew from everything. She was the love of his life and without her, he didn’t know how he could go on. They met in their early 20’s working at a hotel in San Antonio, shortly after Felipe arrived in the U.S. from Colombia. She was a housekeeper and he worked in maintenance. It was love at first sight and they quickly fell into a whirlwind romance. They got married and welcomed Frankie all within a year of meeting, with Valeria following two years later.

Frankie always wondered what would have happened to his father had he not had two kids to take care of. Most days, Felipe could barely move from the couch, leaving Frankie to assume much of the care for his little sister, who was only a toddler when Alejandra passed. Frankie doted on Valeria and she adored him.

After about a year, Felipe decided to relocate his now smaller family. He knew Frankie and Valeria deserved better and frankly, he needed the support too. He had to get out of San Antonio, a place where he was constantly reminded of Alejandra. The grocery store she always shopped at, the park where they took Frankie and Valeria, or the school where she worked. He saw everything through an Alejandra filter. Austin seemed like a good destination since he could be closer to his family, which he knew would be best for his children, and get a bit of a fresh start.

The Morales family of three ended up moving into a working-class neighborhood a couple of houses down from the Millers, a family with two boys around the same age as Frankie and Valeria. The Millers quickly adopted the Morales kids into their little family, giving them another place to stay after school when Felipe had to work late.

Speaking of work, Felipe bounced around to different jobs to make ends meet. In Colombia, he studied to be an engineer, but when he came to the U.S. he had to take whatever jobs he could find. He ended up as a jack of all trades, realizing there was a lot of value for someone who knew how to take things apart and put them back together. One Saturday, as the kids were playing in the backyard, Abel, Will and Benny’s father, asked Felipe if he wanted to work for his brother Sam’s contracting business. From then on, Felipe was a loyal worker, thankful to both Miller families for their friendship and providing the means for a steady income.

As the boys got older, Frankie tagged along on jobs during the summer with Will and Benny and their cousins Joel and Tommy. They all developed a close friendship and Felipe was thankful that the boys looked after Valeria too, not that she needed it. She was a firecracker from a young age, similar to her mother. There were so many times Felipe could see flashes of Alejandra in Valeria. At first, it made him sad, but with time he felt like it was a gift. That his wife was sending him little reminders.

Frankie always felt guilty for leaving home at 18. He had dreams of being a commercial airline pilot, but couldn’t afford it, so he decided to pursue the military instead. Sure, he would come home occasionally, but it was never quite the same. And the deeper he got into his Delta Force work, the more reclusive he became as he tried to reconcile all the things he bore witness to.

Frankie’s endless cycle of self-loathing was further fueled by the fact that his little sister thought the world of him and was his biggest cheerleader. He never understood how she could have such unwavering support and unconditional love for him despite all the ways he had disappointed her over the years, yet she remained a steady constant in his life no matter what.

Delta Force was ultimately the reason why he couldn't be there when his family needed him most. For months Felipe wanted to come out to Florida and see his son, but Frankie always found some excuse. It also didn't help that at the time things were especially tumultuous with Raquel, so he was in no state to see his father. Frankie promised himself that he’d call his dad after his next mission.

When he and the boys finally landed back on U.S. soil and he was able to turn his phone on, Frankie was inundated with messages and voicemails. He clicked on the most recent one from Valeria, well, actually it was Alyssa who spoke with a grim tone. She shared that Felipe had suffered a massive heart attack and passed away suddenly. Upon hearing that, Frankie collapsed in a heap on the tarmac.

He felt so many competing emotions. Sadness and grief over the loss of his father. Guilt because Valeria had to deal with it all while not knowing if Frankie was safe. Anger at Raquel for fucking him up so much in the head that he was robbed of the chance to see his father for the last time. He also felt like he let his father down and wasted so much time pushing him away.

The jolt of the plane’s wheels meeting the ground brought Frankie back to the present. As the plane taxied, he reflected on his session from this morning. He and his therapist talked about how this trip was a momentous occasion. It was the start of a new chapter in his relationship with Valeria and a chance to bond with his niece and nephew.

He flipped his phone off of airplane mode and saw a text come through from Valeria.

Valeria: Hope your flight goes well. Sorry but I can't pick you up. Trying to convince this asshole judge to give us this warrant. If it gets late Tim will cover, but meet me at my place. I have the rest of the week off …. Tim says you owe him a beer!

Valeria: Love you 🩷🐰

Frankie: All good. I'll get an Uber. Tell Tim I say hi.

Frankie: Love you too 🐰

Frankie smiled, his little sister as feisty as ever. She was equal parts smart and brave and always unapologetically herself. He was thankful to her partner in (fighting) crime and mentor, Tim. Although she didn't need protecting, it still gave Frankie peace of mind knowing Tim was looking after her in the field. He was also thankful they both moved off of the narcotics unit and onto white-collar crimes. On the home front, Frankie was equally thankful for Valeria’s partner in life. Alyssa was single-handedly the best thing to ever happen to her. Frankie held out a little hope that one day he'd find a love like theirs.

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Benny, already dressed and ready for the gym, stood in his kitchen eating a bowl of cereal staring at his phone. He was expecting a call and hoped it would come before Will woke up. He waited and waited and of course, as soon as Will sauntered in to make his coffee, the phone rang.

Benny cleared his throat and answered, “Hey, Herb, how’s it going?” He was actively trying to avoid Will who now was looking squarely at his little brother. “Ha, yeah it’s been a while,” he paced around, listening to the man on the other end of the line. “Yup, yeah I can be ready. Where’s it at?” He drank the milk from his cereal bowl and put it in the sink. “Cool, yeah, wasn’t Omar one of Lights’ guys or something? Huh ok. How long ago did he make the switch over?” Benny could practically feel Will’s eyes boring into the back of his head. “Yeah, sounds good. Guess I gotta start training, huh? Ok, talk to you soon Herb.”

“What the fuck was that?” Will piped up as soon as Benny ended the call.

“Nothing,” Benny tried to walk around Will, but his brother stood his ground, squaring up and looking him in the eye.

“Didn’t sound like nothin’ Ben. What kinda shit are you getting yourself into, huh?”

Benny crossed his arms in front of his chest and threw his head back as he rolled his eyes. He was trying to avoid exactly what was happening now. With a big sigh, Benny responded, “Look, I…I was texting with Herb last night and he said he could get me a fight and before you freak the fuck out, it’s just a one-time thing. His friend has this guy who was some hot shot boxer up in New York City who’s switching things up and get his footing in the MMA world.”

“Sounds like Herb is setting you up to get your ass kicked. Ben, you got knocked out cold the last time. Do you really want to lose-”

“Hey! I didn’t lose that fight. Fucker used a 12-6 elbow and got his ass disqualified,” Benny scoffed.

“Ok, Benny. You’re right, I’m sorry,” Will gave him a tight smile, trying to pacify his brother before he got more riled up. “How soon?”

“Middle of August,” Benny responded flatly, already knowing what Will was going to say. “I know, I know. I’d love to have more time to prepare too but it’s fine. It’s gonna be fine, Will.”

Will sighed, knowing that it was a wasted effort to try and convince Benny since his mind was made up. As easygoing as Benny typically was, if he had his mind set on something there was no wavering. “How can I help?”

Benny was taken aback for a moment before a big smile came across his face.“There’s the spirit,” he slapped Will on the chest. “Maybe you can come to the gym with me, help spar? Once Fish gets back he can help too. I'm gonna have to do two a days at least. Can you run with me some days?”

“What about Connor?”

“I’ll still work out with him, but I’m gonna knock the kid out by accident if he tries to help me fight” Benny smirked. “I'm great at what I do, but it’s gonna take him all summer to put on some muscle.”

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Frankie took a deep breath as he stood at Valeria's doorstep. As he was about to ring the doorbell, the front door swung open and Valeria practically threw herself at her brother, burying her face into his chest.

“Hola mi conejita,” he smiled, hugging her tightly, and lifting her off the ground. “Te extrañé.” He put her back down, seeing tears starting to fall as she pulled back to look at him. “Please don’t cry.” He wiped the tears from her cheeks, cradled her head, and brought her back into his chest.

She sniffles, “Sorry, Paco. I just,” she pushed back and grabbed his face with both of her hands, stroking his stubble, “Fuck, I’m just so happy to see you!” She smiled through her tears and ushered him inside. “You look good, hermano. Better than good, you look amazing! I like the salt and pepper in your beard, it looks like dad’s.” She turned to face him, running her hands down his arms until she reached his hands, giving them a squeeze.

“Thanks,” he wrapped his arm around her shoulders as she walked him to her kitchen table to sit. “Feelin’ good too.”

“¿Quieres un cafecito?” She asked, heading over to the gigantic espresso machine in the corner of her kitchen counter. Alyssa's job as a top caterer in Dallas meant they had all of the fanciest appliances in their kitchen. Frankie nodded and she got to work. “How are the boys?”

“Good. They’re all good,” Frankie smirked. “Benny said to tell you Will says hi.”

“Ay dios mio, ese sinvergüenza,” she chuckles. “You know how many times I had to cover for his ass back in the day? The nerve to still give me shit about his brother,” She shook her head as she poured the coffees. “Y Santiago? Is he off traveling somewhere chasing after a woman?” She walked over and sat with Frankie.

“No, no he’s been home for a while. Trying to keep him out of trouble, but you know how he is. We've been spending a lot of time at Will and Benny's place,” he smiled, taking a sip. “Got a lot of nice neighbors, it’s been… nice.”

“How nice are the neighbors?” She raised an eyebrow, studying her brother who rolled his eyes.

“No, nothing like that. Not for me, at least. You should talk to Will though, he’s been extra…nice,” he smirked before taking another sip. “What time do you have to pick up the kids?”

Valeria looked at her phone to check the time. “Ah, we should probably leave in like half an hour. Well…ah sorry, I assumed you wanted to come. Do you want to come? We could surprise them! They think you aren't coming until later.”

“I'd love to,” Frankie’s eyes softened.

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“You ok?” Connor asked as he took over the squat bar from Benny, who had been uncharacteristically quiet that morning.

“Hmm? Yeah, sorry man. I just ah…kinda did something without really thinking through it.”

“What’d ya do?” Connor grunted out between reps.

“I signed up for a fight.”

“You’re fighting again?” Connor finished his set and rested his arms on the bar as he caught his breath.

“Well, kinda I guess. Well, yeah, I am,” Benny sighed and readjusted his hat. “I don’t know what I was thinking… I dunno, I figured they’d moved on and there wasn’t gonna be a spot for me on the card, but…they took me seriously and found me a fight.”

“You're gonna win right?”

“I sure fuckin hope so,” Benny inhaled deeply. “Shit, my last few fights didn't end the best.”

“Do you know who you're fighting against?”

“Yeah, this guy Omar.”

“Well, Coach Ben always says that you can tell a lot about an opponent by watching film on them. You can pick up little ticks and tendencies. This guy have any fights you can watch?” Connor offered as he moved around to spot Benny on the bench press.

“That's a good point. I think I can find some stuff on him, he just recently got into MMA but he was a boxer too.” Benny finished his set and sat up on the bench, pulling his shirt up to wipe the sweat off of his brow. “Wanna help me train?”

“Me? You'd kick my ass in like two seconds. I don't think my mom’ll be too happy if I-”

“No, no not like that. I have Will and Fish to beat up on,” Benny winked. “No, I meant like with the video stuff. D’you think you could watch his fights with me?”

“I don't really watch MMA man, I'm more of a WWE kinda guy.”

“That's fine. It's probably good you aren't familiar with it now that I think of it, you'll pick up on shit I probably wouldn’t see.” Benny gave Connor an encouraging smile before knocking on his shoulder. “C'mon, you don't want me to get my ass handed to me do ya? You'll lose out on a training partner.”

Connor smiled, excited that he could finally help Benny with something. “Deal. When do we start?”

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On the way to pick up the kids, Valeria filled Frankie in on what each of them liked. Antonio was obsessed with Star Wars, especially after playing with some of his Tio Frankie’s old toys. Valeria found them when she went through her father's house before the estate sale. Leia, on the other hand, only had eyes for Minnie Mouse, a fact Frankie was thankful he knew beforehand so he could get her a birthday present.

Frankie tried to stave off his nerves on the drive. He wasn’t a stranger to the kids, thanks to FaceTime, but he still wondered how they’d react to him in person. It always made his heart melt to see Antonio’s face light up when Valeria passed him the phone to talk to Frankie. He'd show off all of his toys and talk a mile a minute about shows Frankie had never heard of. Leia was a bit on the shyer side, but Frankie was so enamored with his little niece. She reminded him so much of both his mother and Valeria when she was younger.

“Hey, they’re so excited to see you,” Valeria reached over to squeeze her brother’s arm. “I could barely get Antonio into his classroom today, he wanted me to take him to the airport to see his Tio,” she laughed.

Valeria parked and Frankie took a deep breath before getting out of the car. He took his hat off and ran his fingers through his hair as he and Valeria made their way down the hallway to Leia’s classroom. He was oblivious to the fact that he turned heads as he walked by, but Valeria noticed; her powers of observation enhanced thanks to her day job. She smirked to herself and rolled her eyes. Her whole life all of her friends either had a crush on Frankie or one of his friends.

When they reached the classroom, Valeria knocked on the door and waved. Leia spotted her and ran to the door.

“Mommmaaa. Hi momma!” the toddler babbled. “Momma. Up!” She lifted her little arms up, wanting Valeria to pick her up.

“Hola mi niña, did you have a good day?” She asked the little girl, looking over to her teacher who smiled and nodded.

“She had a lot of fun today,” her teacher handed over Leia’s dinosaur lunchbox.

Leia wrapped her arms around her mother’s neck and then her eyes locked with Frankie's, as he gave her a shy wave. He could see the wheels turning in the little girl’s head. She definitely recognized him, but it seemed like she was trying to figure out how.

“Hola mi princesa,” Frankie offered, pushing his hat up a little bit so she could see more of his face.

She paused for a moment before her face lit up, “Tio Fankee!” She wiggled in her mom’s arms, signaling she wanted to be put down and put down fast. She ran over to Frankie and wrapped her arms around his leg, drawing awws from parents passing by.

Frankie let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding in, his shoulders relaxing as he looked down at the little girl reaching her arms up. He scooped her up, planting a big kiss on her cheek which made her giggle as he tickled her.

Valeria looked on and felt a mix of emotions at the scene playing out. Her brother loved kids and always had a soft spot for them. She knew he would make the most amazing father, which is why the situation with Raquel still stung. Frankie had been over the moon to have a little one on the way only to have that ripped away. It took everything in Valeria to not fly to Tampa to beat Raquel's ass the day Frankie called to say that the baby wasn't his. She felt a rage she had never felt before, hearing her brother sound so low, so defeated. Little did she know the spiral that still awaited them both.

Even though that was in the past, she could still see the pain in Frankie’s eyes as he held Leia. She knew he was thinking about what it would be like to hold his own child. With Leia firmly perched on Frankie's hip, the trio walked down to Antonio’s room. He was sitting at a table, reading when his mom knocked on the door.

“Mamá! Is Tio Frankie here?!” The little boy quickly shuffled out of his seat, running over to the door ignoring his teacher’s pleas to walk instead of run.

Frankie hid on the other side of the door, giving Valeria a wink as he heard his nephew shuffle over. “Peek-a-boo!” Frankie popped out, surprising Antonio whose face went from fear to utter joy in about one second flat.

“Tio Frankie!!” The boy wrapped his arms around Frankie’s waist before Frankie bent down, Leia still clinging to him like a koala bear.

“You’re getting so big, pollito. You taking good care of your moms and sister?” The little boy nodded, wrapping his arms around Frankie’s neck. “Good job, I’m proud of you, buddy.”

“Tio Frankie?”

“What?”

“Why do you call me pollito?”

Frankie chuckled, looking up at Valeria who laughed and rolled her eyes. “Actually, your Tio Benny gave you that nickname when I sent him a photo of you in the hospital when you were born,” Frankie laughed.

Valeria shook her head. She vividly remembered how Benny’s first reaction at seeing a photo of Antonio was to say he looked like Chicken Little from the animated movie.

“C’mon, let's get home,” Valeria grabbed Antonio's things. “Mommy is gonna make Tio Frankie his favorite - breakfast for dinner!”

“I'm so happy you married a chef,” Frankie looked over his shoulder as he and the kids made their way down the hallway, Antonio talking a mile a minute about what he learned that day.

Valeria stood back a second to take in the view of her brother walking down the hall, holding Antonio's hand with Valeria still clinging to him. It was the most complete she'd felt in a long time.

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David: Liv, are you sure you don't need help for the party? I have a whole mood board going.

Ty: I'm sorry Liv. You know he can't be stopped once he gets going…

Olivia: Aww thanks D. But I don't know how much space we'll have. I just picked up some stuff from the Dollar Store, we should be fine. But if you all want to dress up, I won’t stop you! 😉

David: SAY LESS! Ty and I have the perfect costumes.

Ty: This is a child’s birthday party babe, not a circuit party. Don’t worry Liv, we’ll be appropriate.

Megan: Send the name of the rink over to Melissa, she'll find you the goddamn blueprints by the end of the day 🤣

Katie: Seriously, what she can uncover with a few uninterrupted hours is frightening

Melissa: oh stop it!! You weren't complaining when I was showing you what I found about Cousin Joel

David: 👀 I'm listening

Melissa sends a few photos from her folder titled Cousin Joel Discovery

Ty: Holy shit 🥵

Olivia: Oh hello Cousin Joel!! 🔥

Megan: Ty can you please do a welfare check on David

David: WHEN IS HE VISITING FOR THE LOVE OF GOD I NEED TO SEE THIS MAN IN PERSON

Ty: Megan and Kat, please do me a solid and give me fair warning if Cousin Joel ever comes to visit. I’ll need as much time as I can get to construct a Jurassic Park-level enclosure for David

David: you can't hold me back! I'll gnaw through it RAWR 🦖

Olivia:💀🤣

Lucille: He is very handsome. Although he looks a bit like trouble.

Katie: You think so?

David: I like trouble, love it actually.

Ty: 🤦🏽‍♂️

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“Tio Frankie, Tio Frankie! Can we play Star Wars? Who’s your favorite character? Which ship do you think is the coolest? I think the A-wing is the coolest. What color lightsaber would you choose? I like green like Luke. What about-”

“Ohhhh ok,” Valeria ushered the boy inside the house, Leia on her hip as Frankie dropped off the kid’s backpacks and made a beeline to Alyssa who was busy preparing dinner.

“Hola, Lyssa,” Frankie said as he kissed her cheek.

“Hey Frank, you look good hermanito!” She gave him an up and down.

“Hey babe!” Valeria shouted as she made her way down the hallway to change Leia’s diaper.

“I’m so glad you’re here Frank, she’s been so excited ever since you called,” Alyssa smiled as she pulled some biscuits from the oven.

“I’m glad I’m here too,” he leaned up against the kitchen counter. “This all smells amazing, thank you. I know the last thing you probably want to be doing is cooking after you do it all day,” he chuckled.

“Oh stop it! And not have a chance to hear you rant and rave over my cooking! I’ll take that any day! Besides, your sister is doing this low-carb thing so it gives me an excuse to make biscuits and gravy since we both like it,” she winked.

“Well, I’m glad to be your conspirator…as usual.”

Antonio came crashing into the kitchen with a plastic bin of toys. “Tio Frankie! Can we play? Pleeeeease!”

Frankie could not resist his nephew’s little face, looking to Alyssa for confirmation.

“I have about 10 minutes until dinner is ready. If you eat all of it and Tio Frankie isn’t too tired then you guys can play after dinner.”

“Yeesssss!” Antonio jumped up and down and headed to the living room to take all of his toys out.

“Oh shoot, wait, I have something,” Frankie stopped and opened up his suitcase, taking out two bags. “Pollito, come here,” he smiled as the little boy bounded over.

“But, it’s not my birthday Tio Frankie, it’s Leia’s at the end of the week. Mamá and Mommy are taking us to the aquarium.”

“I know, but I wanted to get you a surprise too. Here open it,” Frankie handed over a plain green bag just as Valeria walked back in with Leia.

“What do you say?” Valeria raised her eyebrows and gave that mom look her son knew quite well.

“Gracias Tio Frankie.” The little boy put the bag on the ground and reached in, pulling out a Lego helicopter set. The biggest smile came across his face as he turned the box over to read it. “This is so cool!”

“You know that Tio Frankie can fly one of those, right?” Alyssa called over her shoulder.

“You can fly? Like Luke Skywalker?!”

“Ha, well, my ships aren’t as cool as Luke’s but yeah, I can fly a bunch of stuff.”

The little boy looked in awe at his uncle. “Woooow that’s so cool.”

“Maybe one day, you all can come to Florida and I’ll take you all up in a helicopter,” he smiled.

“I’m good to stay on the ground with the baby,” Alyssa called over. “One and done for me, no offense Frank.”

Frankie shook his head, remembering the time he took his sister and her new girlfriend up in a helicopter. It was then he really knew Alyssa loved Valeria because she tried to overcome a fear of flying just to impress her.

“That would be so fun! Mamá can we do that?! Can we do that pleeease!!!” Antonio jumped up and down.

“Si, mijo, we’ll go visit Tio Frankie. And guess what? We’ll get to see Tio Santi, Tio Will, and Tio Benny too! They haven’t seen you in a while and I know they’re probably so excited to see you,” Valeria ruffled her son’s hair.

“Maybe after dinner, we can try putting this together?” Frankie held up the box just as Leia walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his legs. “Hola princesa, c’mere!” He picked her up and she gave him a kiss on the cheek. Frankie kissed her on the forehead and brought her in for a hug, his eyes getting misty.

“Dinner’s ready! Let me get the kid’s plates together and you two help yourselves.”

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Will finished loading the dishwasher and sat down on his couch with a beer to watch whatever game was on TV. He felt a bit off all day, still processing that his little brother was going to need to be in fighting shape in 47 days.

Benny was impulsive in his decision to reach out to Herb. Will knew Benny would rather step into an octagon than face his feelings and talk. He wished Frankie was there, he always seemed to be a bit of a Benny whisperer. But since Frankie was on his trip, Joel was with Sarah, and Santiago was on a date, Will stared at his phone before deciding who to text.

Will: Hope you had a good day

He took a deep breath, resting the phone against his temple, feeling his phone vibrate not too long after.

Katie: It was a Monday 😕 How was yours? Did you drive anyone to get M&Ms today?

Will: Ha, no Mr. Jacobs didn’t have a sweet tooth today. Just wanted to get some deodorant and his meds.

Katie: Lol

Katie: How’s Benny?

Will: Fine. This morning I found out that he’s signed himself up for a fight.

Katie: Oh. How do you feel about that?

Will: Eh, I don’t know. It makes me nervous. I don’t want to see the kid get hurt.

Katie: You’re a good big brother 💗

Katie: But you’ve said he’s really talented, right? So he should be fine?

Will: Yeah. I don’t want to put pressure on him, but he should be ok. Especially once we get started training.

Katie: Buuut…

Will: He’s doing this because he doesn’t want to deal with stuff and this is the only way he knows how to process shit. I wish he’d just talk to someone, it doesn’t even have to be me.

Katie: Oh. I’m sorry. He sounds a lot like one of my brothers actually.

Will: Yeah?

Katie: Yeah. Nate was like that for a long time.

Will: What changed?

Katie: He found his girlfriend. I’m shocked every day that he found someone to put up with him!

Will: Ha, well, I feel like he’s going to be so focused on this fight that anything like that will be the last thing on his mind.

Katie: I understand that.

Katie: Hey, you guys are still planning on going to the twins’ party on Saturday right?

Will: Yeah. You actually reminded me I need to go get a present from Ben and I

Katie: Maybe we can go to the store after work on Wednesday? Then come back to my place. I’ll wrap it for you 🙂

Will: Sounds like a plan

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“That was so good Alyssa, thank you,” Frankie got up and started to collect everyone’s dishes.

“You’re welcome and you stop that right now and go to the living room to play with your nephew,” Alyssa winked at him as she grabbed the plates out of his hands.

“Tio Frankie, Tio Frankie! Can we play? Mommy said we could play after dinner, and it’s after dinner and I ate all of my food.”

“Let’s go,” Frankie ruffled the boy’s curls.

Valeria helped Alyssa clear the table and gave her wife a kiss before swooping up Leia and walking over to the living room.

Frankie helped Antonio put together the helicopter, telling the little boy about the different parts and what they do. They had fun playing, Leia making her way into her uncle’s lap to observe.

“Oh, can I give Leia her birthday present?” Frankie looked up at his sister, now sitting on the couch with a glass of wine observing.

“Tio Frankie, her birthday isn’t today.” Antonio reminded him.

“It’s ok, mijo. Besides, Tio Frankie won’t be here for her birthday,” she smiled at the boy. “Yeah, Paco, let me go get it.”

She came back with a little pink bag stuffed with white tissue paper and handed it to Frankie.

“Here you go princesa. This is for you,” he set the bag on the ground in front of his niece. She studied it for a moment and then looked back up at Frankie with her big brown eyes. “Go ahead, mira, you just take the tissue paper out. He grabbed her little hand and helped guide one of the pieces of tissue paper out.

She smiled and then attacked the rest of it before pulling out a stuffed Minnie Mouse toy. The Minnie Mouse was dressed in a pink dress with white polka dots, a matching bow, and pink shoes.

Leia let out a big gasp and brought the toy in for a big hug. “Momma, Min Mou!” she babbled.

“Aw, wow! How nice, Tio Frankie got you a Minnie Mouse! Que linda! What do you say?”

“Ank ooo Tio Fankee!” Leia managed with a big smile on her face before wrapping her little arms around Frankie’s neck.

“You’re welcome,” Frankie whispered, giving the little girl a kiss on the top of her head.

Alyssa finished up cleaning and came over to tell the kids it was bath time which started a bit of a meltdown from both of them since they wanted to spend more time with Frankie. With some coaxing, and a promise Frankie would read them both a story, they were off to the bathroom with Alyssa as Frankie sat up on the couch with his sister.

“It’s exhausting isn’t it,” she smirked.

Frankie leaned all the way back on the couch, the back of his head resting on the back of the couch. “Ha yea, but they’re awesome, conejita. I’m glad they seem to like me.”

“Like you?! They love you, Paco,” she leaned over giving his arm a comforting squeeze, making Frankie smile. “D-do you ever think about having some of your own?”

He nodded, his eyes cast downward with a tight smile.

“So I have to ask because I’m your sister, but… are you seeing anyone?”

“Ha, no. Honestly, I’m not really looking for anything. It’s been good to just kinda…I dunno focus on me, you know? I’m at peace with where things are.”

“I’m so proud of you,” she patted his knee. “Hey, I was going to send this to you, but since you’re here, I figured I could give it to you.” She got up from the couch and walked into her office to grab a small box.

“What? You didn’t have to get me anything,” he furrowed his brows as he took the box from her.

“I know, but, I want you to have this. Open it.”

Frankie took the box, undid the bow, and opened up the lid and he instantly felt tears welling up in his eyes. In the box was his father’s watch, a gift the Millers got him when he retired. Frankie didn’t have much of his father or mother’s possessions, so this was truly special.

“He wanted you to have it. I found a box of stuff in his room and there were some notes in there about what went to who,” Valeria told him as she rubbed Frankie’s back.

He brought the heels of his hands up to his eyes, rubbing them before looking over at her. “Thanks, this is awesome.”

They sat together as Frankie composed himself before Valeria finally broke the silence, “I have some other stuff too, mostly photos if you want to go through them tomorrow. I also have some jewelry, like Mom’s ring if you want it.”

Frankie tilted his head down and raised his eyebrow, “and why would I need that?”

“I’m just saying! If you ever need it, I have it. And I think you’ll be asking for it soon.”

Frankie chuckled, shaking his head, “what do you mean?”

“I just…I had a dream that you met someone soon,” she smiled.

From a young age, Valeria thought she had a gift. So many times she felt like her dreams predicted the future. She had a dream the week before she met Alyssa that she was going to find her soulmate. Nearly every time Frankie was off on a mission, she would have a dream that he would return safely. And she, unfortunately, had a dream that Frankie and Raquel were not going to last, but she didn’t dare tell him that.

“What kind of brujería are you on now?” Frankie chuckled. He was skeptical when it came to his sister’s dreams, always thinking the outcomes were more a matter of coincidence rather than fate.

She started to laugh as Alyssa came back in, to let them know Antonio requested Frankie read a book about the Star Wars ships for his bedtime story.

“Good luck and don’t let him ask you too many questions,” Valeria winked as Frankie got up and made his way to Antonio’s room.

Next chapter

Next week on As the Mule Falls: Frankie returns home to Tampa. Olivia's twins have their birthday party *cue a montage of Benny skating backward and racing Will around the rink, David still sneaking in his Stanley cup, Frankie checking his phone, Santiago avoiding Melissa, and some fun Star Wars decorations*

A/N: To my Frankie fans, I hope you liked getting a little more of a spotlight on our favorite pilot. His story is just now starting to pick up. Speaking of, here's a shameless plug … have you read my Frankie one-shot Turbulence? If you haven't, consider it your homework before the next installment. How do we feel about Benny? Dipping into bad habits or is he just working through things in his own way?

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Caught in the Act

Prompt: Chopper misunderstands an intimate moment between Sanji and Mc, thinking Sanji is hurting her. He shares his concern with the crew, accusing Sanji. The crew teases and plays pranks on Sanji and Mc, making it challenging for them to explain the situation.

Warnings: Funny misunderstanding that is bound to happen with a married couple on board. Chopper being cute and the baby of the group.

Reader's Name: Mc (Stands for Main Character but made it look like a name)

Note: This moment STILL takes place in the future from my "Giving Him the Love He Deserves" series. It can be a standalone, but it ties in with the story I've written before.

Note: I know I should be posting part 3 of the series, but my head is already filled with cute stuff like this. Sorry!

It was a night like any other aboard the Thousand Sunny. The stars glistened overhead, casting a soft glow over the ship's deck. Inside, the Straw Hat Pirates were winding down after a long day of adventures. Sanji, the dashing chef, and his wife Mc, the ship's enchanting singer, retired to their quarters, their laughter and whispers of love mixing with the gentle sounds of the sea.

However, unknown to them, young Chopper, had overheard something that deeply troubled him. As he passed by their room, he heard Mc's cries, muffled yet audible. Concern gripped his heart, and without a second thought, he barged into the room.

To his shock, he found Sanji and Mc in an intimate moment, a mere expression of their love, but one that Chopper, in his innocence, could not comprehend. His eyes widened, misunderstanding the situation entirely. He immediately assumed that Sanji was causing harm to Mc.

The next morning, the atmosphere aboard the ship was heavy with tension. Chopper, with his big, innocent eyes, confronted the crew during breakfast. "I saw Mc crying last night! Sanji was hurting her! How could he? He's not supposed to hurt Mc!" His voice, a mixture of confusion and anger, echoed through the dining area.

The crew exchanged puzzled glances, utterly taken aback by Chopper's accusation. Franky, never one for subtlety, blurted out, "Are you serious, Chopper? Sanji would never hurt Mc! They're crazy about each other!"

Chopper's brows furrowed, his determination unyielding. "I saw it! I also heard Mc crying, and Sanji was there!"

Luffy, the captain, chimed in, his face scrunched up in confusion. "Wait, Chopper, are you talking about… you know, grown-up stuff?" His attempt at subtlety failed miserably.

Chopper blinked, his wide eyes filled with realization, embarrassment, and confusion all at once. "I… uh… I didn't know… I thought… I thought Sanji was hurting her."

Robin interjected with a calming tone. "Chopper, it's normal for adults who are in love to have private moments. It's a part of their relationship."

Nami, with a teasing glint in her eyes, added, "Yeah, Chopper, you've got to learn about these things someday."

Usopp couldn't resist joining in, a mischievous grin on his face. "Poor Chopper, so innocent. Don't worry, we'll give you the 'talk' later!"

Chopper's face turned beet red, a mix of embarrassment and frustration. "I'm a doctor! I should've known!" he mumbled to himself, feeling utterly foolish.

Meanwhile, Mc and Sanji, who had just entered the scene, looked utterly flustered and mortified. Mc tried to stammer out an explanation, but the crew, finding the situation far too amusing, decided to play along.

Franky pretended to gasp dramatically. "Oh no, Sanji! You're not allowed near Mc anymore! She's going to stay with Robin and Nami from now on!"

Sanji's eyes widened in horror, and he nearly dropped the tray of food he was holding. "W-wait, you guys, it's not what you think!"

Robin, her lips twitching with suppressed laughter, spoke up, "I think it's a splendid idea. Mc, you're welcome to stay with us."

Nami, seizing the opportunity to tease further, added, "Yes, we'll make sure you're safe from Sanji's 'harm.'"

Sanji, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and panic, tried desperately to explain, but the crew's pranks and teasing overwhelmed him.

In the midst of the chaos, Luffy, oblivious to the nuances of the situation, laughed. "This is fun!"

Poor Chopper, caught in the crossfire of the crew's amusement, sank into the floor, his antlers drooping in mortification. Mc, her cheeks flushed, glanced at Sanji, who was practically hyperventilating at this point.

Amidst the laughter and playful banter, the crew found a moment of camaraderie. Even Sanji, though utterly mortified, couldn't help but crack a smile at the absurdity of the situation. In the end, they all realized that misunderstandings could sometimes lead to unexpected moments of bonding, even if poor Chopper had to bear the brunt of their amusement.

And so, the day continued on the Thousand Sunny, the crew's laughter echoing over the open sea, unaware of the new chapter in Chopper's education that would follow, thanks to Usopp's promise of "the talk." Little did they know, this incident would become a cherished memory, reminding them of the strength of their bonds and the importance of light-hearted moments in the midst of their grand adventures.

══════════════════ Thank you for reading!

If you’re interested in the series here they are: Giving him the love he deserves: part 1, Part 2. Another Fluff here: Breakfast in Sunny

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heyyyy so basically i have an idea but idk if you write for Spiderman!Ethan Landry so if you don’t you can ignore this. butttt if you do i was wondering if you could do something like where the reader dates Ethan and one night she’s like walking back from somewhere and like something happens like she gets attacked or like someone steals something of her or like some weirdo starts flirting with her. But then Spiderman comes and saves the day :)) And then when he does he shows his face and the reader is like You’re spiderman? and He’s like yeah and She’s just kinda like wth and a bit confused cos she wouldn’t except it

Sorry it’s long btw it’s just a idea i’ve had for a while 😫

please and thank you 🙏 💕💕

AN ; it's ok! i love long reqs they give me more to go off of lmao

WARNING ; almost sa (nothing vivid at all!!), asshole-ification of frankie, that’s all i think?

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The music was blasting in your ears, there were too many people, you felt hot. You’ve had around 4 cups and they weren't making you feel any better. You needed to get out of this party asap, but you could barely make out the exit with the mob of people surrounding you. And as if the night couldn’t get any worse some dude named Frankie kept trying to hit on you, even after telling him numerous times that you had a boyfriend whom you were very content with. He eventually walked away to get a drink and you took your shot to escape the dense man.

After a bit of walking, you found the glowing neon ‘EXIT’ sign right ahead. You let out a relieved sigh before seeing that annoying familiar face. The think-witted boy couldn't take a hint for the life of him. You quickly ran to the exit in hopes he wouldn't follow you there as well. You hoped wrong.

“Will you just leave me alone? I told you already I have a boyfriend!” Before you got the chance to run off again he grabbed you by the arm firmly, which was sure to bruise up later. “What type of boyfriend doesn't come to a party with their girlfriend? You don't deserve whoever that asshole is.” You were stunned, how was he talking about Ethan as if he knew him personally? He didn't even know his name was Ethan!

“My boyfriend is not at this party because he's busy! But if I asked him I'm sure he would've agreed. And for the record, he's not an asshole. If anyone is, it would be you.” You said as trying to yank your hand away, only causing his grip to become stronger. “I’d be careful with your choice of words princess.” His free hand had started to creep up your thigh, slowly but surely. However before he could get any further a shadow flew apon the both of you. Before you could make out what, who, it was you quickly felt someone’s arms wrap around your neck. And it certainly wasn't Frankie’s, since his we're still wrapped around your thigh. However, that didn't last long as soon as you both realized who it was. Your local spiderman.

Frankie cocked an eyebrow, confused about why he was there, “What’s up with you? Aren’t you supposed to be where there’s a crime?”. Spiderman dramatically pulled his hand to his heart as if he had been shot, “What? I can’t hang out with my girlfriend?” He slightly tilted his head, giving you the signal to act along. Now, you were reluctant to play along, on one hand, you were dying to get away from Frankie, on the other hand, you did have a boyfriend. And it wasn’t Spiderman.

“He’s your boyfriend?” Frankie asked while taking a step back. You slowly nodded your head. “Now, are you going to back the hell off and leave her alone, or will I have to use my super cool and awesome spider powers?” He had said it in a goofy tone and very lightly, but you knew it was true. Spiderman cracked his knuckles, and while you shouldn’t have been laughing at a time like this, but the alcohol had completely taken over when a giggle just snuck past your lips.

After the threat, Frankie didn’t hesitate to walk back into the party, but not without muttering a few “stupid Spiderman” “fucking cockblocker” and some “assholes.” on his way in. As soon as he walked in Spiderman’s whole goofy manner had disappeared. He thought for a minute, about how he was gonna word whatever he was about to say. “He didn't-” He paused, anger laced throughout his voice. “He didn't touch you, right?” You noticed his fist had been clenched. You quickly shook your head “No! No! Just the thigh thing..” You watched closely as his first unclenched a bit, regardless still in a loose fist. There was an awkward silence after that, tension so thick it could’ve been cut with a knife.

“Did you drink anything?” He had asked, and even though it was quite obvious you were a tad bit tipsy you still nodded your head no. This caused a chuckle out of him, and if you weren’t mistaken it sounded just like Ethan’s but before you could ponder too long about it, the cold breeze of the night cleared any thoughts in your head.

“Can I walk you home? Just in case the freak comes back?” You shrugged while nodding your head. The both of you started walking in the chilly city before you realized you never properly thanked the hero. “Thanks, by the way. For, you know,” you responded while twiddling your thumbs idly. “No problem! I'm just happy was there!” His goofy tone had quickly returned as if it never left. Soon you two found conversations easily, switching whenever your attention span left the topic. You started to really see the similarities between him and Ethan the more you talked with the masked vigilante.

“You know, you really remind me of my boyfriend Ethan.” You paused recognizing what you said might’ve not come out the way you wanted it to. “Not in a weird way!” He laughed, Ethan couldn't help but poke some fun. “Really? Tell me about him” You didn't waver to start rambling about all the things you liked about Ethan.

“Oh, Oh! And he has the cutest curly hair I've ever seen!” you were fuming with excitement, even though you were only talking about him you could feel a smile growing on your face. “I have curly hair too,” you pushed aside his comment. “Yeah, but his is probably cuter. Definitely cuter actually. No offense.” And though you couldn't see it Ethan had a smile growing on his as well. “You sure it's cuter? You haven't even seen mine.” You quickly responded to his snarky comment. “Don't need to! He blows everyone else out of the competition!”. You both started to laugh before you realized you were already at your dorm.

“Oh, this is one’s mine! Thanks again.” and you were very thankful for the superhero coming to your aid, and providing some entertainment on the way here. He waved off your words replying “Again, it was no problem,” He stood there for about 30 seconds seemingly debating about something in his head.

He rearranged his feet while speaking, “Do you wanna know something’s about my girlfriend?”. “What?” you quickly replied accidentally sounding meaner than you had intended. His feet came to a stop, but only to move his hand behind his neck. “I mean, you told me all about yours, it’s only fair if I tell you about mine.” His tone had completely changed, nervousness evident in his voice. “Sure?” you replied, unsure of where he was taking this.

He went on to name her features, yet they were suspiciously similar to yours. Connecting the dots you thought out loud, “Wait..” And before you could even finish your thought Spiderman pulled his mask off. You took a step back, your lips slightly parted. “Ethan?”. He played with the mask in his hands before responding “Heya,”

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okay I ended this horribly but i had no idea how to pull it all together lmao ALSO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO POST

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