#Tom Davis x reader

[toxicanonymity]

The Worst 

1.3k, Tom “Redfly” Davis x DARK f!Reader 

SUMMARY: You make Tom pay for Frankie's death.

WARNINGS: I8+ DARK FIC, DEAD DOVE noncon or very dubcon p in v, implied murder, roofie, forced gun sucking, restraints, degradation, praise kink?, Dom reader. Tom survives / Frankie dies AU.

Dedicated to @romanarose who is hosting a write a thon for the @triplefrontier-anniversary.

Happy 5 years to Tom ruining everything. He's the worst, but I'm sorry to say he's also packing.

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You pretended to take comfort in him during your grief. Your flirtations over the past weeks had all been a ruse, as were your advances tonight. You always had one goal – to get Tom tied up in your basement.

Finally, you had him sitting at your kitchen table drinking a night cap. You rubbed his thigh and he looked at you like he wanted to eat you alive, if only he could muster the energy.  His eyelids were heavy with lust and a roofie.

“Maybe we could, uh, get more comfortable,” Tom slurred, nodding toward the living room. 

You downed the rest of your drink, set the glass down, and lowered yourself onto his lap, side saddle. 

“Ohh,” he muttered with his mouth barely open. “Hello.” 

“I was thinking we could go downstairs,” you purred. 

He swallowed, raised his eyebrows, and nodded, “Sure.” 

“Frankie ever tell ya ‘bout our hobbies? Lotta fun stuff down there.”

His face gave him away. “Uhh,” he stalled, “Sounds-” You ran your hand through his hair. “-Sounds good,” Tom muttered at a horny pitch. His eyes lingered on your lips, then he cleared his throat. 

“I'm gonna need ya to trust me though, Tom. Can ya do that?” 

Tom nodded. 

“Yes ma’am,” you whispered. 

“Yes ma’am,” he confirmed, clearly enjoying this. Your dominance was a perfect fit for his being a lazy sack of shit. 

“Good.”

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In the basement–more of a sex dungeon, as it were–you sat Tom down in a metal chair. He let you tie him up and barely objected when you zip tied his hands behind his back. 

“Mmm,” he hummed as you did it. 

“Good boy,” you told him, making him blush. His eyes lazily danced across your face in bemusement.  “Now I'm gonna go change,”  you said. 

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You returned in a black lingerie set – a lacy top over a strappy, crotchless bottom. You had tucked Frankie’s old pistol into the back of the bottom piece. The cool metal made your skin tighten with goosebumps all over. 

You slowly approached Tom and watched his eyes consume you. Without sitting down, you straddled him so you were standing with your tits in his face. You let him play. He nuzzled his head into your breasts, then nosed at a nipple. 

“Fuck me,” he whispered, then took one into his mouth, through the lace. 

“God, you worthless shit,” you laughed with faux affection. 

“Heh,” Tom chuckled sadly against your tit.

He didn’t notice you reach for the gun. You used the barrel to massage yourself through your underwear. He glanced down, then his eyes snapped back up to you. “Whoa, careful with that,” he laughed nervously with the barrel pointing right at his dick as you slid the cool metal against the lace covering your mound. 

“This is Frankie’s,” you said wistfully and raised the gun to admire it. You used the barrel to nudge his chin so he looked at you. He froze. “You’re gonna suck Frankie’s dick now,” you nodded and slid the barrel up his jaw, then nudged his lips with the muzzle. 

His breathing was heavier and faster. His eyes were less sleepy. 

He maneuvered to dodge the barrel. “Listen, sweetie,” he started. “Are you okay? Maybe we’ll just  — maybe. . .  watch a movie tonight,” his voice trailed off as your face made it clear you were not fucking around. 

“Open.” You grabbed his jaw. “It’s the least you can do, Tom.” 

Tom swallowed. “Okay,” he whispered. “You’re right.” He let the muzzle into his mouth. 

“Good,” you whispered. “Go on.”

You pushed the barrel further into his mouth. “Suck it, Tom. Suck Frankie’s cock.” 

His face whitened as he began to hesitantly bob his head. 

“If it weren’t for you, I’d be sucking Frankie’s real cock right now,” you reminded him and watched dread fall over his face. He hardly moved at all. 

“You can do better than that.” You pushed the gun further into his mouth and his teeth hit the metal. “Good,” you whispered as he took as much of the pistol as he could. You held the back of his head and fucked his mouth with the gun. He looked up at you pleadingly and whined incoherently. You mercifully let the barrel out of his mouth, a string of drool falling down his chin. 

“Look,” his face was serious and his tone was more sober. “I know you’re devastated. I can’t tell you how sorry I am. We can–” 

“Shut up.” You crossed your wrists behind his head and lowered yourself onto his lap. Your most sensitive area met his semi-hard bulge and you let out a moan. 

“Oh, Tom,” you sighed, impressed. 

As it turned out, there was one area where Tom didn't fall short, and your body wouldn't let you ignore it.  “Fuck,” you whispered as he hardened beneath you. You were throbbing against him. The adrenaline already had your blood flowing, and now it was flowing south. His cock twitched against you. His breath was shallow.

He watched your face carefully. He was as quiet and still as a mouse. 

“Got him killed, and now you wanna fuck his girl, don’t ya?”

Tom nodded hesitantly. 

You scoffed. “With friends like you,” you started. “Pathetic.”  A subtle lift of his hips took all your thoughts away as his warm, hard package rubbed against your front. You had never hate fucked someone before. . . With the gun still behind his head, you nudged the nape of his neck with the muzzle and he flinched. “You’re not gonna say a word,” you warned. Then you reached down between you and feverishly unbuttoned his cargo pants. 

You reached into his boxers and gasped at the smooth heat of his naked girth against your palm. “Jesus,” you whispered as you took it out. A hint of cockiness tugged at the corner of his mouth before he appeared to remember his imminent doom.

With your gun hand, you braced yourself using the back of his neck for leverage. You took your thong to the side, then spit on  your hand and wiped it on his dick. God how you hated this man. You lined yourself up, then sank down with a rush of pleasure to your chest as your cunt slowly swallowed his thick length. You closed your eyes and thought of Frankie as you began to roll your hips. Your heart was racing. 

He moaned nearly silently as you fucked yourself on his massive cock. You got wetter and wetter. You could feel Frankie’s presence. You could practically smell his scent wafting off of Tom. You could feel the ghost of Frankie’s hands on your ass and practically hear his whispers in your ear. Should’ve ridden his face, he said in your head and you breathed out a laugh as you rode him.

You let out a sigh and Tom shuddered. You imagined Frankie’s brown eyes looking deep into yours, and your walls twitched around Tom’s cock. You whimpered as you came. 

“Fuck,” Tom murmured through gritted teeth as you choked his cock.Then he erupted inside you. You groaned as his warm spend flooded your core. 

-

When you were finished, you sat there on his cock and you both read each other’s faces. He knew his time was up. You took the safety off the gun. 

“What a way to go,” Tom muttered in resignation. He winced as you squeezed him with an aftershock.

“You took him from me, Tom.” 

“I know, honey,” he agreed. “It’s okay. Kid's better off with the life insurance.” 

The next few seconds felt like minutes. Your heart raced and you could see Tom’s heartbeat in his neck. 

Tom took a deep breath. “Just put it in my mouth.” He nodded. “And pull the trigger,” he whispered. 

His gaze was apologetic as the muzzle once again nudged his lips. He closed his eyes with his softening cock still sheathed in your warmth.  You didn’t feel a thing as the hammer clicked under your thumb.

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[romana-after-dark]

Hi! I’m loving rooms on fire so far, and I noticed you had one more dark Triple Frontier story. do you happen to know any other dark Triple Frontier stories? I can’t seem to find many.

Hello!!!! Thanks for the love on Rooms on Fire!!! It's a fav series of mine!

And yes, I do have recs for dark TF boys!!!!

This Charming Man- Having lost so much, Frankie feels lost himself. Until he meets someone new, and he'll do anything to have her. dark!Frankie: This is by my friend @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin who writes a wiiiide veriety of Pedro

For a bit of something different, there The Worst by the amazing @toxicanonymity ! It's is Tom fic BUT HERE ME OUT bc t's so good! It's dark and perfect Just trust me.

Deep Seeded Issues by @djarinmuse: Summary: At an N.A (narcotics anonymous) meeting you recall a dark and embarrassing memory, not knowing the connection in the room.

My Blood Would Teach Me How to Love by @winniethewife : Santi finds you self harming, blood kink ensues.

Goodnight, Princess by @melodygatesauthor : Your dad's best friend accidentally discovers that you're a sex worker. He tries to let it go, but it eats away at him until things go way too far.

I'm trying to remeber a really good one with frankie, santi, taking reader in an ally and they only speak spanish to her????? Idk who wrote it now and I feel bad but I have horrible memory online. If its yours or you know whose it is, let me know!!!

#dark triple frontier #dark!fic #dark santiago garcia #dark francisco morales #tom davis x reader #rooms on fire #dark william miller #dark ben miller #romana answers asks

[foli-vora]

"I know," Tom says plainly, eyes following the flash of streetlights as they pass. His jaw tightens, turning his attention to Fish who shifts beside him, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel. "I know about the affair."

A teaser for 'I Fall Apart', a part of my 'Wicked Games' series. [gifs by moi]

#frankie morales x reader #tom davis x reader #frankie morales #ngl lie i'm proud of these lmao

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Hi! So I just had this idea while listening to the song Mistletoe by Justin Bieber.

Imagine being on set for tbosas during Christmas time and someone from the crew or cast (like Rachel and Josh) put up Mistletoe’s here and there and then discreetly, but very much on purpose, got you and Tom to walk under them to film your reaction to it and take a few pictures!

Mistletoe || Tom Blyth x actress!reader

A/n: Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it!!!!!! Hope u enjoy this cute lil fic :)

Warnings: noneeee

Wc: 654

Divider by @pommecita

As you stepped into the set where you would come filming for the day—Tom trailing behind you—a festive atmosphere filled the air. The set was adorned with twinkling lights, and the crew members were dressed up in festive clothes.

Set seemed to radiate happiness, and the air buzzed with the delightful energy of people in high spirits. It was your first time filming a project during Christmas so it was both exciting and new to you.

You spot Josh and Rachel wearing Santa hats, exchanging cheerful greetings with the crew. “Everyone’s in the spirit,” You chuckle as Tom comes up behind you, slotting his arm around your shoulder as you wave to people.

“Mhm, couldn’t agree more- Is that Viola in a grinch costume-“ Tom couldn’t even finish his sentence before the two of you start bursting out in laughter at the sight. You pull Tom with you as you walk towards her.

“Oh my god, this is amazing,” You squeal, whipping out your phone as you snap pictures with her as you could hear her laughter from inside the suit. You and Tom posed with Viola as you make a mental note to post a christmas on set dump on your insta.

As you and Tom continue your way through the set, you noticed mistletoe strategically placed here and there. The mischievous glint in the crew’s eyes hinted at a playful plan. You couldn’t help but smile, wondering what surprises awaited.

After filming a few scenes here and there, you and Tom sat on one of the chairs that were littered around the set. Your legs were ontop of Tom’s as you both laugh at a tiktok that you were showing him.

Suddenly, Rachel approached with a mischievous grin, her phone in her hands pointed directly at you. “Oh, would you look at that? Mistletoe!” she exclaimed, pointing above your head as both you and Tom look up, catching Josh holding a mistletoe above the two of you with a grin matching his girlfriend.

The crew members nearby chuckled, and Josh chimed in, “Guess tradition says you two have to share a Christmas kiss under the mistletoe!” He makes obnoxious kissing sounds as you cover your face in slight embarrassment, only peeking through your fingers to see Rachel’s phone still pointing at you.

You exchanged amused glances with Tom, both of you caught off guard but playing along. “Well, I suppose we shouldn’t break tradition,” Tom said with a wink, his British accent adding a touch of charm.

Under the mistletoe, surrounded by people you considered your family, you and your boyfriend shared a lighthearted, staged kiss, eliciting cheers and whistles from the crew. Cameras clicked, capturing the festive moment that would undoubtedly make its way into the behind-the-scenes footage.

As you pulled away, Rachel couldn’t resist teasing, “Ah, the magic of Christmas on set!” Tom chuckled, “Who knew mistletoe would find its way into the Hunger Games universe?”

The crew continued their work, but the festive spirit lingered. Throughout the day, more mistletoe moments were orchestrated with different cast members, each adding a touch of holiday cheer to the set which was amusing for fans to watch.

During a break, you found yourself by the craft services table, sipping on hot chocolate . Tom joined you, a playful glint still in his eyes. “I never thought I’d be kissing you under a mistletoe in the Capitol, of all places,” You laugh, nudging him as he fixes himself a hot chocolate.

~

“So, tell us, what was your favorite memory from filming during the Christmas season?” The interviewer, a charismatic woman with a warm smile, set the tone for the conversation.

Tom leaned forward with a twinkle in his eye, “Oh, that’s an easy one. Viola Davis in a Grinch costume. Nothing beats that sight on a festive set.” Laughter rippled through the room, and the interviewer joined in. “Viola Davis as the Grinch? That’s something we need to see!”

A few pictures appeared on the screen behind you and Tom, capturing the hilarious moment of Viola Davis fully embracing the holiday spirit as the Grinch. The audience erupted into laughter again, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the vivid memory.

As the laughter subsided, the interviewer turned to you, “And you Y/n? Any standout moments from the Christmas filming?” You smiled, recalling the unexpected joy that filled the set. “Well, Tom and I had a rather unexpected encounter with a mistletoe. I think everyone knows what I’m talking about right?” You look to the crowd who all agree.

The screen shifted to a video clip, capturing the behind-the-scenes moment when Josh and Rachel orchestrated the mistletoe surprise. You and Tom, caught off guard, shared a playful kiss under the strategically placed mistletoe, eliciting cheers and applause from the crew.

“There it is,” you said, gesturing to the screen. “That was our impromptu mistletoe moment. Josh and Rachel ensured we got into the holiday spirit, Capitol style, obviously” You give a wink, giggling at the sight of you and Tom in full capitol glamour.

Tom grinned, “It was a festive surprise, to say the least. But it made for a memorable Christmas on set,” The audience enjoyed the wholesome clip, and the interviewer couldn’t help but smile before they wrapped up the interview.

#merry christmas #fanfiction #tom blyth #coriolanus snow #the hunger games #tom blyth imagine #coriolanus snow fanfiction #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth x you #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes #tom blyth x actress!reader #actress!reader #tom blyth fluff #young coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow imagine #viola davis #rachel zegler #josh andres rivera #tbosas #tbosas imagine #tbosas x reader #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games x you #behind the scenes #behindthscenesimagine

[supercap2319]

"So, Y/N? I was thinking we should go out sometime. Like Saturday night." Brad said.

Y/N had been putting his textbooks away in his locker when Brady had approached him. Brad was a good-looking guy, and many of the girls wanted him to ask them about it, but he just wasn't Y/N's type at all.

"Go out, huh? You and me?" Y/N shut his locker and looks at Brad with an amused grin.

"Yeah. It doesn't even have to be a date. Just two guys hanging out."

Before he could answer, Y/N looked to the side and saw Peter watching them. He looks shocked, angry, and hurt all in one. This is what he'd been waiting for. For Y/N to leave him for someone more popular and taller.

Y/N looks at brad. "Thanks, but no thanks."

"What? Why not?" Brad asked.

"Because I have a boyfriend, and he wouldn't like me going out on him."

"Who's your boyfriend?"

"Peter Benjamin Parker." Y/N pushed past Brad, walking towards Peter and kissing in front of everyone in the hallways of Midtown.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #tom holland x male reader #tom holland #peter parker x male reader #peter parker #spiderman comics #spiderman x male reader #Brad Davis #remy hii

[sabrinadelreyy]

i don't think i could ever meet one of my celebrity crushes in real life

how am i supposed to look them in the eye knowing i have at least 10 saved edits of them in my camera roll

#joe keery #morgan davies #johnnie guilbert #bill kaulitz #delulu #i would cry #colby brock #tom kaulitz #billzo #elita harkov #x reader

[starxxkitty]

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Requests are open!! -`♡´-

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What I will not write:

Anything immoral (Rape, Incest, pedophilia, etc.)

Heavy dom/sub dynamics (like ddlg)

cnc/dubcon

Hard kinks such as knife play, watersports, blood play, etc.

male!reader

age gaps

Spanking

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What I will write:

Basically, anything that isn't listed above (unless I missed something)

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Characters I write for:

Honestly, I'd take any character if I know them. Though, I'd say that I'll mainly write for

Mike Schmidt

Peeta Mellark

Clapton Davis

TASM!Peter Parker

Young Coriolanus Snow(Specifically Academy Coryo)

Billy the Kid

Josh Futterman

Billy burn

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When requesting, please specify if you'd like it to be smut, fluff, or something else. And please make the request somewhat specific! Other than that, I'm pretty flexible with my writing!

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#blog intro #josh hutcherson #peter parker #writing #awesome sauce #i'm so excited #the hunger games #tbosas #coriolanus snow #tom blyth #billy the kid #clapton davis #peeta mellark #tasm peter parker #coryo x reader #peeta x reader #clapton x reader #billy the kid x reader #peter parker x reader #fem!reader #billy burn #josh futturman #smut #fluff

[juliluvhz]

my requests || what I will and won’t write || who i mostly write for

doing this so people know what I’ll write, who i write for and what I refuse to write :3, i will do most requests sent if it isn’t these characters anyways, these are just characters i like to write for

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harry potter

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Hermione Granger

Draco malfoy

marauders

Remus lupin

Regulus black

james potter

sirius black

Spider-Man

tasm!peter Parker

Tom Holland!peter Parker

miles morales

josh hutcherson

clapton davis

mike schmidt

sean anderson (movie 1&2)

jess aarons

josh as himself

josh when he was younger (13-18 basically)

peeta mellark

the black phone

finney Blake

mason Thames

robin Arellano

miguel mora

Vance hopper

Brady hepner

gwen blake

Madeleine mcgraw

Donna

rebecca clarke

victorious

beck Oliver

cat valentine

Jade west

andre harris

tori vega

trina vega

extras

eminem

avril lavigne

jaden walton

javon walton

tom kaulitz

bill kaulitz

dustin long

alex norman

fuckshit

ethan garcia

jude bellingham

jj maybanks

anthony larusso

max dennison

colby brock

sam golbach

jake webber

johnnie guilbert

tom Holland

andrew garfeild

emma stone

gwen stacy

what I’ll write

fluff

smut

angst

small age gaps (1-3 years)

grumpy x sunshine

enemies to lovers

friends to lovers

friends with benefits

love triangles

small mentions of blood

yandere

tsundere

what I wont write

rape

age gap bigger than 3

pedophelia

abuse

kidnapping

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that’s pretty much it! if you do request something that I don’t write I simply will ignore it so there is no point requesting it, thank yaouuu ! ♥️

#Harry potter #Ron Weasley #George Weasley #Fred Weasley #marauders #remus lupin #regulus black #andrew garfield #spiderman #tasm #tasm peter parker #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter x you #peeta mellark x reader #clapton davis x reader #sean anderson x reader #detention 2011 #masterlist #requests #Tom Holland #homecoming #clout #love #enemies to friends to lovers

[onevolon]

my love for you is infinite - part16

Santiago Garcia x afab!reader(Darcy)

note: pride and prejudice (2005) but with triple frontier boys because why not lol

word count: 1496

warnings: the end!

you can also read it on ao3.

part15 - masterlist

Francisco and Santiago lie in bed.

“Can you die of happiness? You know, he was totally ignorant of my being in town last spring!”

“How did he account for it?”

“He thought me indifferent!”

“Unfathomable.”

“No doubt poisoned by his pernicious sister.”

“Bravo! That is the most unforgiving speech you've ever made.”

“Oh Santiago, if I could but see you so happy. If there were such another person for you!”

There is a noise outside.

“Perhaps Mr. Collins has a cousin. It's no less than I deserve. What is that?”

More noise, it sounds like a carriage, then aloud banging on the door downstairs. The boys look at each other.

***

Mr. Bennet, Mrs. Bennet and the girls lit by only candles have gathered. The door bangs again.

“Maybe he's changed his mind.” says Tom.

Timidly, Mr. Bennet opens the door revealing a baleful looking Lady Catherine de Bourgh. Everyone gasps.

“Lady Catherine!”

Lady Catherine does not acknowledge, but comes in uninvited, inspecting the assembled company of aghast Bennets. She waves a dismissive hand towards the boys.

“The rest of your offspring, I presume.”

“All but one, the youngest has been lately married your ladyship. And my eldest was only proposed to yesterday afternoon.” Says Mrs. Bennet.

“You have a very small garden, madam.”

“Could I offer you a cup of tea perhaps, your Ladyship?”

“Absolutely not! I must speak to Mr. Santiago alone, as a matter of urgency.”

The Bennets all look at each other, bewildered by this strange turn of events.

***

Santiago leads the way into the drawing room - holding a candle. Lady Catherine walks in. The door closes behind them. Santiago puts the candle down on a small table. They sit, facing each other.

“You can be at no loss, Mr. Santiago, to understand why I am here.”

Lit only by the oil lamp Lady Catherine resembles a flickering ghoul.

“Indeed, you are mistaken. I cannot account for this honor at all.”

“Mr. Santiago, I warn you, I am not to be trifled with. A report of a most alarming nature has reached me that you intend to be united with my niece, Miss Darcy.”

Santiago stares at her, amazed.

“I know this to be a scandalous falsehood, though not wishing to injure her by supposing it possible, I instantly set off to make my sentiments known.”

Santiago's spirit rises within him.

“If you believed it impossible, I wonder you took the trouble of coming so far.”

“To hear it contradicted, Mr. Santiago.”

“You coming here will be rather a confirmation, surely, if indeed such a report exists. “

“If? Do you then pretend to be ignorant of it? Has it not been industriously circulated by yourself?”

“I have never heard of it.”

“And can you declare there is no foundation for it?”

“I do not pretend to possess equal frankness with your ladyship. You may ask the questions, which I may not choose to answer.”

“This is not to be borne. Has my niece made you an offer of marriage?”

“Your Ladyship declared it to be impossible.”

“Let me be understood. Miss Darcy is engaged to my daughter. Now what have you to say?”

“Only this - if that is the case you can have no reason to suppose she will make an offer to me.”

“Oh, obstinate boy! This union has been planned since their infancy. Do you think it can be prevented by a young man of inferior birth and whose own brother's elopement resulted in the scandalously patched-up marriage, only achieved at the expense of your uncle? Heaven and earth, are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted? Now tell me once and for all, are you engaged to him?

“I am not.”

“And will you promise never to enter into such an engagement?”

“I will not. And I certainly never shall. You have insulted me in every possible way and can now have nothing further to say. I must ask you to leave immediately. Good night.”

Santiago throws open the door, revealing the family outside.

“I have never been thus treated in my entire life.”

Lady Catherine storms past the family and out into the night. Santiago is standing shaking with the excitement of having stood so firmly up for himself.

“Santiago, what on earth is going on?” Mr. Bennet asks.

“Just a small misunderstanding.”

He walks past them to bed.

“Santiago!” Mrs. Bennet yells after him.

“For once in your life. Just leave me alone.”

Everyone looks shocked by Santiago's reaction.

***

Francisco is fast asleep, Santiago more awake than he's ever been. He quietly climbs out of bed and creeps out of the room.

***

Santiago creeps out into the garden and wanders through the early morning mist, as the sun starts to rise.

He has lost track of himself and is walking beyond the Longbourn grounds. The mist is starting to evaporate and through the departing strands she sees a figure emerging. He stops, suddenly conscious of herself and frightened. Then he realizes it is Darcy - red-eyed, slightly wild looking - but still Darcy.

They both stop and stare at each other for a second.

“I couldn't sleep”

“Nor I. My aunt?”

She stops, looking wretched.

“Yes. She was here.”

“How can I ever make amends for such behavior?”

“After what you have done for Ben and for all I know, for Francisco also, it is I who should be making amends.”

Darcy looks at him for one deep moment.

“You must know - surely you must know, that it was all for you.”

Santiago is still as stone.

“You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I had scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me forever.”

Santiago is silent.

“If, however, your feelings have changed...”

Darcy looks at him. Something in Santiagos eyes gives her confidence.

“I could, I would have to tell you, you have bewitched me body and soul and I love and love and love you. And never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”

Santiago looks at her very serious, very simple.

“Well, then.”

Darcy takes a step towards him, one hand stretched out. Santiago takes hold of her fingers.

“You’re cold.”

He kisses her thumb. He sweeps her into his arms on a sound that's half a laugh, half a sob.

***

The place is in an uproar. Francisco, Tom, William, Mr. and Mrs. Bennet are all gathered, fretting terribly about Santiago's whereabouts. Through a window we see Santiago lead Darcy along the duck board plank across the moat. Santiago enters the house, everybody starts.

“Santiago, where have you been? We thought something had happened to you.”

Darcy follows Santiago in.

“Miss Darcy! What on earth are you doing here?”

Santiago takes Miss Darcy's hand.

“Miss Darcy has come to speak with Papa.”

Everyone is stunned.

***

Santiago paces outside the door of the library, waiting. After a while Darcy emerges, she gives Santiago the briefest of smiles and leaves the door open. Santiago walks in. His father is in a state of shock.

“Santiago, are you out of your senses? I thought you hated the woman.”

“No, Papa.”

“She is rich, to be sure, and you will have more fine carriages than Francisco. But will that make you happy?”

“Have you no other objection than your belief in my indifference?”

“None at all. We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of fellow, but this would be nothing if you really liked her.”

“I do like her! I love her! She's not proud. I was wrong, entirely wrong about her. You don't know her, Papa... if I told you what she's really like. What she's done.

“What has she done?”

***

Santiago's hair caught up in the collar of the coat as he turns to Darcy with a heart-stopping smile. She’s at his side, in night-shirt and breeches, both of them looking as though they've just flung themselves out of bed... which is precisely the case.

“And how are you today, my dear?”

“Very well, only I wish you would not call me my dear.”

“Why?”

“It’s what my father always calls my mother when he's cross about something.”

“What endearments am I allowed?”

“Let me think. Santiago for every day. My Pearl for Sundays and God Divine - but only on special occasions.”

“And what shall I call you when I'm cross? Mr. Darcy?

“Oh no. You can only call me Mr. Darcy when you are entirely and perfectly and incandescently happy.”

She takes his face between her hands.

“And how are you this morning Mr. Darcy?”

Santiago smiles as she kisses every inch of his face and in between each kiss, murmurs "Mr. Darcy".

#santiago garcia #triple frontier #ben miller #frankie morales #onevolon fic #santiago garcia x reader #tom davis #oscar isaac characters #oscar isaac fic #oscar isaac fanfiction #oscar isaac hernandez estrada #oscar isaac

[the-infamous-coat-of-baron-zemo]

My Heart Is A Safehouse For You

 Santiago Garcia x Reader

Word Count: 2,927

Rating: T 

Summary: Set prior to the events in the Triple Frontier universe. There is a 3 year contract to obtain intelligence and dismantle as many cartel related activities as possible - hopefully leading up to toppling one of the most prolific traffickers in Columbia. Can the reader help the team decipher the cartel’s next movements, and will they possibly lose their heart in the process? 

Notes: Taking all the background liberties with this one. Littering everyone’s backstory we know from the film and pretending the guys banded back together for a 3 year contract mission, that paid them pretty decently and kept them relatively at low risk. 

Not beta read. 

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Running a safehouse was no easy task. Sure lots of people walked through your doors. Most of the time on short term contracts. Because of this, you made a rule to never let your personal feelings get involved with anyone. Strictly professional relationships. You had a clear set of boundaries. 

That was until one day, 5 ex-military walked through your door and changed your life irrevocably.  

Most short term contracts were somewhere between 1 month and 3 months. But a year ago you were assigned a group of men who would be working out of your safehouse for three years.

That wasn’t short term, at all. 

You were up front with them from the get-go. No nonsense. Everyone had to be extremely vetted if they were to reside or visit this safehouse. You didn’t have an explicit ban preventing visitors, but you made it clear, if any of the guys who weren’t married had an inclination to bring a girl home for a one night stand, they should take their business elsewhere. 

You weren’t about to jeopardize anyone’s safety over a quick fuck. 

There were a swivel of heads towards Garcia, when you got to that part of the conversation. You had just met him, but apparently there was history in regards to your comment. 

The moment your eyes landed on the man in question, there was some weird gravitational pull you felt towards him. You shook it off at the time, abruptly ignored the feeling. 

“Fuck you guys,” Garcia deadpanned to the others, shaking his head. 

You cover your snicker with a cough, and attempted to get things back on track.

After an hour of meeting with them, you could tell they were all going to be trouble. 

The house stayed off the grid for a reason. Highly classified information was occasionally housed within the confines of these wall, and you were in charge of assessing and decrypting all new intelligence that came your way. The safehouse was pretty removed from civilization, but not enough to be suspicious. The house was located in a small town, near a larger city suburb in Columbia. It was isolated on the outskirts of the town, surrounded by forest. For the most part it was obscured from view, unless you were really looking for it. 

There’s only one accessible road to the house, and since it sits on the edge of the field that leads into the jungle, there is a clean exit strategy if required.

The safehouse may appear ordinary on the outside, but it’s been modernized with smart technology. There’s a garage separate from the house off to the side hidden by overgrown trees. A small, but comfortable porch out front, there is a larger lounging area out back with a hammock. It’s where you set up a discreet target range for anyone who wants to practice firearms into the open field. You were far enough removed, the noise would be minimal and not draw too much attention. 

When you enter the house from the front, there is an open common room ahead, There’s a coffee table, couches and a media center set-up to watch television and stay up on current events. If you were to look to your right, there would be a hallway that leads down to a large space on the left. That would be the gym. There is also a door on that side of the house you can enter through with a keycard. 

Your room is almost halfway down on the right-hand side. It’s the only bedroom on that side of the house. 

Looking to your left, if you walk past the common area, there’s a elongated table bench that’s adjacent to the kitchen. 

If you walk through to the other side of the kitchen, you enter a hallway. To your right, the hallway ends shortly, leading you back to the common room.

There are 3 bedrooms in the hallway outside of the kitchen. Benny, Frankie and Pope all sleep over there. Garcia taking the room closest to the back door, which is almost nearly around the corner from him. Benny took the far room at the end of the hallway by himself, and Frankie’s room is on Garcia’s side across from Benny. If you turn right out of the kitchen, you pass Garcia’s room and head back into the common area. There are floor to ceiling tinted windows next to the back door.

There is a continued hallway like yours on that side of the house. Will and Tom took the remaining bedrooms down that way. There’s also an office you occasionally use for work related business. 

The place was spacious enough, but with five guys milling about most of the time, it got pretty noisy. You were used to quiet lulls during the day. It was an adjustment to say the least.

You, yourself, weren’t military at all. 

A consultant for the local government and liaison, between the private contracts that come through. Most all were off the record and classified to protect their identities. 

You chose to be here, strictly on your terms from the government. 10 years ago you were a graduate student at MIT. One of the youngest to ever be accepted into the program you applied for. There was an organic chem professor who was in deep with the wrong people. At the time, he was in severe debt with one of the cartel’s in Columbia. Through family relations, he lost product and blew money without care. It finally caught up to him. 

When it was all said and done, he struck a deal with the cartel to provide them someone who could design a lab that would increase their production and develop a new biochemical weapon. The cartel labs had been getting snuffed out, and they want to protect themselves from their enemies. 

Of course, what you didn’t know, what that the professor put a target on your back. Selling you out to the cartel as being the one who could make all the dreams come true. 

They grabbed you after graduation. A perfect storm of events. You had just moved all your belongings to a storage unit and planned to take off the next year to travel. Because of how young you were, you didn’t have any friends. They were more often than not disinterested or jealous of your intelligence. 

You had lost your family long ago. So there was no one who would know you were missing. 

They smuggled you out of the country and dumped you into a deserted mountainous area of Columbia. Not a soul for miles and miles. 

They told you what they wanted from you, but you simply laughed in their faces and told them to take a running jump off the highest peak in the Andes. 

That didn’t go over too well with them.

It took 5 years before you could escape. Five years of your life lost. Days you would never get back. You had to reverse psychology the shit out them to get them to keep you alive and continue obtaining all your fingers and toes. That didn’t mean the torture was any less painful though. 

You escaped one unexpected day, after finally agreeing to build them a biochemical weapon. It was actually an explosive device. You built a remote to activate upon the push of a button. It would send a frequency to the device and detonate. The cartel members also weren’t privy that you placed smaller explosives in and around the compound you were being held at. So when you detonated, a chain reaction would occur, destroying the entire complex inside the mountainous area. 

Somehow, you survived. 

You collapsed 2 days post explosion after hobbling through the rough terrain of the Andes. You don’t remember much, but you woke up in a small village near a US black site. 

The explosion had sent an alert to the nearby unacknowledged site, causing inquiries to be made. 

You were flown to a hospital stateside, where you recovered. It took over a year to put your body back together. Multiple broken bones and scar tissue from being tortured over such a long period of time. Not to mention the mental solitude of everything that happened. There was a heavy toll. 

You were interrogated by the government at length. Once cleared of any wrong doing, you were freed, but offered the chance to work for the government given your experience and knowledge. 

You agreed to consult with them, on terms that you set. Not willing to be a puppet to anyone. You found yourself back in Columbia working to destroy any and all traces of the drug traffickers. You wanted to make sure that what happened to you, never happened to anyone else. 

The guys don’t know that part of your history, and it’s been 7 years since you managed to put your life back together. 

They constantly razz you about not dating anyone, but you simply shrug and tell them it’s a decision you made a long time ago. 

It’s the only part of your life you don’t share with anyone. Too much pain. It’s hard to date when the guy you’re with takes a look at your scars and gives you ‘the look’. The one that says, ‘you’re broken.’ Or worse, they simply pity you. And to hell with them. 

You decided after trying to date and failing, that it was in your best interest to protect your heart by not being in a relationship at all.

So here you are, a year into spending your life with these 5 men, trying to make the world a little bit of a better place.

Your time with them has given you pause. That maybe they were trustworthy enough to share parts of your life, you’ve kept hidden away. 

When you spend so much of your time together, it’s inevitable the lines will blur. Try as you might to keep things strictly professional, somehow - you’ve gained a family. Your friendship with each of them, unique. 

It’s Garcia that toes the line with you, though. He makes you second guess yourself and the decision to not date anyone. Garcia flirts. Outrageously so. But he respects your boundaries, so it’s always playful and generally harmless. You’re pretty sure, you’re not his type anyways. He has someone he’s been seeing regularly.

Because of your history, you spend a lot of nights not sleeping. Night terrors are the worst, and you don’t want to wake your friends up regularly screaming bloody murder. They’d start asking questions. They aren’t idiots, you’re certain they could figure out what’s wrong. Will especially. He has an intuitive radar for that kind of stuff. So, you stay up as much as possible in the hopes, you’ll crash into dreamless bliss. 

OOOOO

You figured out you were in love with Santiago on an ordinary day. It was like a punch to the gut that knocked all the wind right out of your lungs. 

Everyone took Saturdays off. A day to decompress and not think about anything cartel related. It was also a popular day for the guys to gather in the common room and watch sports. Benny was always the instigator to call everyone in. You weren’t overly interested in the games, but you were polite enough to keep them company while you either read or did some research on your phone. 

Garcia had a habit of sitting next to you. He lets you use his side as a prop to get comfortable and read while stuffing your feet into the couch ends.

You can vaguely hear Fish and Garcia arguing about who’s moving on to the playoffs. You were about to make a snide comment about how they were both going to be wrong, because they have the worst picks - but when you turned your head towards Garcia you lost your train of thought. 

Santiago wasn’t even doing anything special. He was animatedly talking with his hands and making these hilarious gestures. You watched him laugh at Frankie’s response, taking a sip of his beer, and that’s when it hits you. 

You couldn’t breath. You swallowed heavily, frozen with the knowledge that you were in love Santiago Garcia. All because of his stupid hand gestures and his stupidly contagious laugh. 

There was a nudge from your side and realized Pope was poking at you.

You flinch, knocking yourself back to reality, blinking rapidly. You grab Garcia’s hand laughing, stopping him from provoking you more, “What? What? Can I help you with something?”

“You okay there space cadet? You had this funny look on your face. Thought you had a stroke or something.” 

“Oh, someone brought jokes today,” you antagonize. 

You heard Frankie pipe in, “Pope tells the absolute worst jokes. Trust me.” 

Smirking at Fish, you can always count on him to help you out in a pinch. Because just like clockwork, Garcia starts in on Frankie, exchanging choice words in Spanish. 

You let go of Santiago’s hand and move away from him, dropping your book on the coffee table in front of you. After a few minutes, you stand up, stretching. You raise your arms over your head from being cramped on the couch so long. As you lower your arms, you turn to look at Garcia.

There was a twist of head movement, eyes focusing on Tom now, who had joined the conversation. 

If you hadn’t known any better, you would have sworn Pope was checking you out. 

Unlikely at best. He’s way out of your league, and the woman he’s seeing is much more beautiful than you. It’s not that you weren’t confident in your looks, but you’d classify yourself as more adorable than beautiful. It was a moot point anyways, you were self conscience enough as it is regarding your scars. 

You must have spaced out again, because Frankie speaks up this time, “You sure you’re okay there sunshine?” 

You huff in annoyance, but not at Frankie, yourself. 

“Good Fish, I was just going to grab something from the kitchen. You guys want another round?” 

You pivot away, intent on getting out of there as quickly as possible - lest you nearly embarrass yourself again.

A few of the guys chimed in, that they’d take another beer. So, off you went to the kitchen. On your way out, you caught Will’s gaze. 

He gives you a raised eyebrow. 

Dammit. 

You just smile and shake your head at him that you’re fine as you pass him by. 

In the kitchen, you open the refrigerator and start collecting beer bottles to take back into the room when you hear a voice right behind you.

“Wanna tell me what’s going on with you today?”

Unprepared for the close proximity and intrusion, you yelp and spin around, two bottles in your hand. 

“Jesus. Fuck. Will. I swear I will put a bell around your neck,” you grumble, slamming the refrigerator door close with your foot and thrusting the bottles into his hands to take. 

He just laughs at you. Enjoying your obvious discomfort.

You hear Tom yell from the other room, “Everything okay in there?” 

“Fine!” you and Will shout at the same time. 

Will hands you one of the bottles back. 

“I’d like to think I know you well enough to know when something’s up with you. You’re jumpy and distracted,” Will quietly voices. 

You drop your gaze from his, picking at the label on the bottle you’re holding. After a beat, you dart your eyes back up to Will and open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Leaning against the counter you silently sigh. 

Picking up on your body language, he motions for you to follow him, “Come on - let’s take a walk.” 

Wordlessly, you shuffle behind Will as you both head towards the back door. 

“Where are you two going?” Garcia pipes up. 

You didn’t get the chance to answer, before Will took the reigns, “Out. We’ll be back in a short while, not going far.” 

Looking at Santiago, confusion flickers over his face, gaze travelling between the two of you. 

“Okay,” Garcia says disjointedly. 

Benny has a questioning look on his face as well, staring at Will. You couldn’t blame him. It does look slightly suspicious in hindsight. You both don’t spend an exorbitant amount of time one on one. 

You wanted to roll your eyes, but stopped short. He’s married for God’s sake. 

Wanting to dissuade the situation, you let them know you took some extra beers out and put them on the counter. 

With that, you both step outside and start walking towards the practice range set up for them overlooking the field. 

You lean against the fence, continuing to nervously pick at your bottle, eyes focused on the house. 

The sound of Will’s beer cap twisting off, grabs your attention. Your eyeline moving back to him. 

He takes a swig of his drink, before setting the bottle down on top of a flat wooden surface.

“Start talking.” 

#triple frontier #santiago garcia #santiago garcia x reader #oscar isaac #francisco morales #tom davis #will miller #benny miller

[domaslut]

BROKEN PROMISES.

Pairings: Felix Rosier x reader;

Warnings: angst, death;

Prompt: before leaving for the Battle of Hogwarts, Felix makes a promise to you. A promise destined to be broken.

You stared up at him, your fingers tracing his sharp jawline as he brushed his thumb over your lower lip. It was a little moment of peace, far from the dangerous streets, far from Hogwarts. You wished you could just go with him, but your pregnancy was all that mattered to him.

“Let me come with you, please…” you tried again, a single teardrop running down your cheek.

Felix cupped your cheek in his gloved hand, sorrow and a dim spark of hope shone in his dark eyes “Absolutely no. I will be fine, love. If I lost you and the small creature in your womb, I honestly would not know what to do with my life anymore” he said, glassy eyes staring into yours. You had never ever seen your husband so desperate.

You nodded your head, standing on your toes to plant a fiery kiss on his chapped lips. Felix wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His touch was warm, electric, but his robes broke your spirit. He was a Death Eater, his silver mask covering the upper part of his face made it loud and clear. He knew you belonged to the opposite site, but he did not care. He had fallen in love with you a long time ago, when you were kids reading books from the restricted section. You were his whole damn world.

“Just promise me you are coming back to me, Felix” you breathed out, as soon as your mouths parted.

Felix pressed his forehead against yours “I will come back to you, mon amour”.

You smiled weakly at him one last time, soaking in his lean frame, watching the way his black cape twirled around his body. He smiled too, then he apparated on a battlefield and you spent hours on your knees, begging for him to come back home.

But a week later, you wiped some dust away from a marble grave. Your forefinger traced the letters engraved into the stone. Huge tears fell from your lashes, a sob breaking the defeaning silence around you.

“You were supposed to come back to me, Felix… Not to die on me!” you shouted up at the sullen sky. Broken promises broke hearts. And only then you remembered a stupid thing he had told on your first year at Hogwarts.

“You should keep your distance. Rosiers bring death with them, wherever they go”.

#felix rosier x reader #felix rosier × jacob's sibling #felix rosier #slytherin #chester davies #ravenclaw #death eaters #hphm #hogwarts mystery #hogwarts #bill weasley #harry potter hogwarts mystery #harry potter #merula snyde #ben copper #rowan khanna #penny haywood #talbott winger #tulip karasu #tom riddle

[leclercsainzz]

hello love x

i was wondering if you could potentially do one where the reader is an actress and is in the new hunger games movies and everyone ships her with tom but she’s also dating lando … could you make a love triangle situation with these two?? like maybe she hangs out with tom more than lando or something idk lol u can come up with anything (you can decide who the endgame is) sort of like a illicit affair or where maybe she is seeing tom and everyone is aware of it idk??? (at this point im just saying nonsense i think lol)

ILLICIT AFFAIRS

PAIRINGS: lando norris x gf!reader / tom blyth x fem!reader

TYPE: social media au

WARNING: // cheating implied

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5

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yourusername: making this movie was hands-down one of the best experiences of my life thus far! i cannot wait to share more behind the scenes content with you all:)) and with only one week to spare .. see you out there on our press tour!

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landonorris: can’t wait!

landonorris: proud of you, my love!! ❤️

↳ yourusername: ilyyyyy 😘

↳ user: lando being a supportive bf >>>

↳ user: alexa, how to get my own lando norris?? 😭

user: she’s so pretty, i can’t

user: after reading the book, i just know this movies gonna break me 😩😩😩😩

user: LANDO LET ME HAVE HER, PLEASE

user: SCREAMING!!! CANNOT WAIT!!!!

user: i have been looking forward to this movie since they announced it, can’t believe we’re only one week away

joshandresrivera: who’s the cute guy at the end??

↳ yourusername: just some guy i know 🤷🏻‍♀️

user: caNnot wait, omggggg

user: read the book and idk if i’m mentally prepared

user: you look soo good 😩😩😩

songbirdsandsnakes: our lucy gray ❤️❤️

user: i’m actually freaking tf out about this alapapalddbsod

user: YES YES YES YES YES

oscarpiastri: can i get free tickets?

↳ yourusername: absolutely!

↳ user: i love this duo so much 🤣

user: movie of the year incoming????

user: the movie hasn’t even come out yet and the amount of snow x lucy gray edits i’ve seen just from the trailer alone 😩

↳ user: i just know once the movie comes out they’ll be all over tiktok …. i can’t wait tho!!!!!!

user: i just realized that jason schwartman, viola davis, and peter dinklage are in this too!!! alwnsofnf

user: i’ve seen the trailer like 10+ times, can’t wait!!

hunterschafar: ❤️

user: will josh and jlaw be in this??

↳ user: noooo 💀 bro, this is set 64 years before them

user: she’s playing lucy gray right???

↳ user: yes

user: AHHHHHH

user: can’t wait for all the interviews omg!!!!

user: yn and the hunger games???? SIGN ME TF UPPP

user: soo excited over this

user: i wonder if lando will be attending the premiere

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yourusername: last race with my favorite boyyy 🥺🧡

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user: LAST RACE??? WHYYY????

↳ user: she starts press tour tomorrow for the hunger games

user: ima miss seeing you in the paddock 😩

user: ima miss you in the paddock 😩 but i cannot wait for the hunger games press interviews

user: his smile 😩😩

user: my fav papayas 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡 + oscar

user: the first pic 😭😭

user: last race??? nooooooo

user: wait, im confused …. why’s she leaving???

user: gonna miss you

user: last pic 😩

user: YN?!?!!? YOURE LEAVING??!?? 😭😭😭😭😭

user: my favssssss 🧡

user: ya’ll acting as if she’s leaving forever and won’t see her again lmaooo 🤣 she’s doing press tour bc the movie she’s in comes out in a week

landonorris: 😘😘😘

landonorris: gonna miss your cute face 🥺

↳ yourusername: gonna miss you tooo, pretty boy 🥺

user: the way he smiles around her

user: wait when is she leaving???

↳ yourusername: a little after the race

↳ user: wait why tho??

↳ user: she starts press tour tomorrow since her movie comes out next week lol

oscarpiastri: that smile thoooo 🤭

user: where is she going????

user: THE best couple

user: what movie is she going for?

↳ user: the hunger games

↳ user: WAIT FRR????? is it the new one???

user: parents, frrrrr 😍

user: can’t wait for press tour, i just know she’s gonna slay

carlossainz55: pic creds to me, thank you 💁🏻‍♂️

↳ yourusername: 🙄🙄🙄 yea yea

↳ landonorris: 😘

↳ user: ynlando who??? i only know carlando ❤️🧡

user: they’re the reason i believe in love ❤️❤️

user: the way he looks at her, bro 😭😭😭

↳ user: he’s sooo in love, i can’t 😩😩

user: we won’t see ynlando for a while 😭

user: my ynlando heart 😍😍😍❤️❤️

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yourusername: thank you, berlin ❤️ @thehungergames

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user: THE REFERENCE OMG!!!!

user: MOTHER IS SERVING, OOH MYYYY 😍😍😍😍

user: he’s sooo fine!! but he looks EXTRA FINE with the buzz cut & blonde hair 😮‍💨

📌 pinned

↳ yourusername: told yaaaa @tomblyth

joshandresrivera: ohh hiiii 👋🏼

user: yn came to serve

user: tom’s the new white boy of the month!!!

user: HER PINNED COMMENT

user: tom’s soo good looking 😩

user: she’s so beautiful 😍😍

hunterschafer: WERK

↳ yourusername: are we about to kiss rn?

user: okay but why do i ship her and tom?? 🫣

user: idc what anyone says, she looks gorgeous! 😍

user: ngl but tom and yn look good together 🤷🏻‍♀️

↳ user: she’s got a bf and he’s got a gf

user: this man’s gorgeous but i also gotta remember he’s the one responsible for finnick’s death

↳ yourusername: same bestie 🥺

↳ user: OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

user: okay but her and tom look soo good 😩😩

landonorris: stunning 😍

landonorris: you’re gorgeous

↳ yourusername: 😘😘😘😘

↳ user: them >>>

↳ user: missing them rn 😩😩

user: dress is gorgeous! she’s gorgeous! i just don’t like the top of the dress, if i’m being honest

tomblyth: ❤️❤️

user: cannot wait till the movie is out!!!!

user: tHe second slide and fourth slide slandnslsmd

user: oBSESSED 😩😩😩😩

user: i can already tell yn and tom are gonna be my fav duo

user: tom tho 😍

user: you look soo beautiful, i can’t 😩

user: 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

user: i’m already a simp for president snow, and the movie hasn’t even come out yet

user: TOM, OMG 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

user: THE WAY SHE PINNED THAT ONE COMMENT 😂 yn being a coriolanus simp confirmed???

user: everything about you is soo slayyyyyyyyyy

user: nothing beats the original cast but they all look sooooo good, i can’t even lie

user: the dress reference 🤩

user: PLEASE GIVE TOM MY NUMBER!!!! OR GIVE ME HIS NUMBER EITHER IS FINE WITH ME

user: is it just me or does tom look better with the buzz cut and blonde hair???

↳ yourusername: you’re not the only one 😩 ive told him several times!!!!!!

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yourusername: world premiere for @thehungergames 🇬🇧

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user: THE THRID POST ALSNDKDKDMDNSN

user: i ship

user: why do they look so in love in that third slide??

joshandresrivera: 🧡

user: yn, babe, where’s lando????

user: that don’t look like lando to me 👀

user: the chemistry is INSANE 😮‍💨

landonorris: you’re killing it, babe ❤️

↳ yourusername: 😘😘 love yaa

↳ landonorris: i love you moreeee 😘

↳ user: parents 😭😭😭

user: i hope her and tom date, they look so good together

user: ya’ll gotta stop shipping tom and yn, yn’s literally dating lando and tom’s got a girlfriend

user: tom and her look so good 😩😩😩

tomblyth: love you, gorgeous ❤️

↳ yourusername: ❤️❤️

↳ user: IM SORRY WHAT??!???

↳ user: excuse me??? sir????

user: TOMS COMMENT AKALSMDN

user: the chemistry is INSANE

user: he called her gorgeous 😭😭😭 brb gonna go cry

hunterschafer: YUPPPPP

hunterschafer: serving as always!

user: MOTHER IS SERVING 😍😍😍

user: obsessed with you and tom 😍😍😍

user: if i were lando, i would be crying in a corner rn

user: why do they look like a couple in that third slide??

user: toMs’S COMMENT!! he called her gorgeous

user: ya’ll shipping her with tom as if she doesn’t have a bf

↳ user: have you ever heard of cheating??

user: ya’ll see the interview?? she called him delicious and said that it’s so easy to fall in love with him 😭😭

↳ user: she said, “and getting to work with that is delicious to an actor like me” bffr she never said anything about it being easy to fall in love with him 🙄

↳ user: actually she did proceed to talk about how easy it is to fall in love with him?????? if anything you bffr

user: @landonorris come get your girl

user: she’s so touchy with him 🙄🙄🙄🙄

user: LANDO OPEN YOUR EYES

user: we’re all thinking the same thing right?? 😏

user: they’re definitely fucking around

tomblyth

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user: ngl but yn and tom look cute together

user: PARENTS FRRRR 😍😍😍😍😍

user: lando & yn >>>>>

user: they have sm tension

user: ya’ll are crazy if you think yn would leave lando for tom

↳ user: and youre crazy for not thinking that maybe yn already cheated on lando with tom 🫢

user: @landonorris @landonorris @landonorris

user: lando’s busy trying to win a race while yn’s busy fooling around with tom

yourusername: SNOW FALLS ON TOP!!!

↳ user: yes, on top of you

↳ user: nahhhhh 😭😭😭

user: how’d you know about the tattoo??? 👀

yourusername: love yaaaa ❤️

↳ tomblyth: back at you! ❤️

↳ user: @landonorris

hunterschafer: cute

↳ user: how does it feel to third wheel all the time?

user: yn’s literally soo gorgeous!!! 😩

user: if i were yn, i’d be all over him too, idcccc

user: lando’s stronger than me bc if my gf was like this with another man id be going apeshit

user: they’re 100% having an affair

↳ user: ohh definitely!

↳ user: the fact that he knew about her tattoo that none of us knew about says a lot!!!! this man has explored her body

user: yntom >>> ❤️❤️❤️

user: i wonder if lando knows about the tattoo tom was referring to

↳ user: that man is clueless like the rest of us

user: @landonorris

user: not ppl tagging lando 😭😭

↳ user: he’s gottta open his eyes

↳ user: @landonorris

imessage

— author’s note: this is simply for the story, i’m aware that rachael and tom both have partners

pt2?

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[legendary-pink-dot]

Airport Pickup

Pairing: Francisco "Catfish" Morales x female reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Unprotected PiV, fingering, semi-public sex, established relationship, light dirty talk because I like to think Frankie is a Sex Talker, Tom has a cousin and he's an asshole too

Word Count: 2.4K

Summary: Frankie hates airports when he isn't there to fly or work. The crowds, the noise, endless passengers complaining to airport employees who were just trying to do their jobs and get through the day. But he’s sitting there waiting today for you.

Notes: No use of "Y/N". No mention of Frankie's child. Frankie starts off grumpy but gets a happy ending. Thank you @goodwithcheese for the prompt and prodding, and to my magic slut coven for cheerleading @arcanefox207 @magpiepills 💜

Fuck. Frankie hates airports when he isn't there to fly or work. The crowds, the noise, endless passengers complaining to airport employees who were just trying to do their jobs and get through the day. But he’s sitting there waiting today for you, through a lengthy delay of your flight arrival and then another one.

Six weeks was a long time to be apart. Way too long. It didn't help that you'd been halfway across the globe -- the time zones and your respective work schedules had made it almost impossible to stay in touch other than a couple quick calls and some texts. He missed your conversations, the shared dinners after work, the drawn-out nights of sex. Right now, especially the sex.

Frankie frowns as your text comes in: Just landed. Delayed b/c crew was late. Pilot is Cpt Davis 🙄

Captain Davis -- fuck. Tom's idiot cousin Chad. Frankie hated him. Not only was Chad an asshole, but a shitty pilot too. Frankie had had the misfortune of flying commercial on one of Chad's flights and knew within two minutes that the minor pitch, yaw and roll corrections -- or lack thereof, in this case -- during the particularly turbulent takeoff were an indication that this pilot didn't give a shit about his passengers. Sure, a captain's primary job is to get people safely to their destination, but what happened to having pride in your work? Fucking jerk.

Frankie shakes his head in disgust as he heads to the coffee shop for your favorite order, stopping at a convenience kiosk on the way to pick up an extra pack of Dramamine for you. Just in case.

~~ * ~~

You stare dumbly at ten identical black suitcases endlessly rounding the baggage carousel as people push past you. Why is baggage claim always a shitshow? You were exhausted from 18 hours of travelling and jetlag, and the turbulence during the flight had stirred up your motion sickness so badly that you’d run out of Dramamine. Bed sounded good right now. Just your cozy bed, 10 hours of sleep, and Frankie waking you up with kisses and hot licks of his tongue. Is that too much to ask for?

Frankie had texted to say he was in the waiting area, and you were so eager to see him. Six weeks was way too long to be apart, and everything ached to be reunited -- your heart, your fingers, your cunt. Anticipation had gotten too much on the last leg of your flight and you'd even tried getting yourself off in the tiny airplane bathroom, but no luck. It just wasn't happening and you'd given up in frustration, ending with no orgasm and also a nice bruise from banging your elbow against the sink.

Finally, your neon blue bag (chosen specifically to be unique and bright so you didn't have to think at times like these) comes into sight. You haul it off the carousel and head straight for the exit.

Frustration melts away as you spot Frankie waving, making his way through the waiting crowd. He's wearing a green sweater, the one he only puts on for special occasions as his version of "dressing up". It would be an awful color on most people but it perfectly brought out the golden tone of his skin, the richness of his brown eyes, the chocolate of his curls peeking out under his navy blue cap. It makes your heart skip a beat that he still makes an effort to look good for you.

"Come here." He envelops you in a bear hug and you bury your face into his neck, inhaling the smell of fresh coffee, his leather jacket, his freshly washed hair curling out under his cap. The scent of Frankie. You drink your fill of it, of him, cinching your arms around his broad back and letting your body sigh and melt into his. "I missed you so much."

~~ * ~~

Dim lighting in the parking garage makes it feel even colder despite the long welcoming hug, the hot coffee you’d downed in the elevator, the extra Dramamine, even the pre-warmed comfort of Frankie's leather jacket. You hadn't missed how his eyes had travelled up your bare legs as you put the jacket on, taking in and appreciating the sight of you. He did love when you wore sundresses. Which is why you had changed into one before getting off the plane.

Tucked into a dark corner space is his truck, looking lonely with few other vehicles around. Frankie tosses your suitcase into the bed of the truck and immediately pushes you up against the passenger door to kiss you hungrily, his hands firm on the back of your neck and around your waist to press you closer to him, giving you a proper welcome home. His mouth is warm and inviting, and you slip your tongue inside it to generate and seek out more heat.

"Tired?" he checks in after a couple minutes, breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. "How's your motion sickness?"

"The Dramamine's kicking in now." You shiver involuntarily in your thin dress. "I'm cold though."

"A sundress, in this temperature? Didn't you check the weather here before your flight took off?"

"But I wore it just for you, Francisco," you whisper, nipping at his mouth. "I know it turns you on."

Frankie groans as he slides his hand along your bare thigh, a featherlight touch against the chill-textured flesh. "You're too good to me. Let me warm you up, cariño. Get in the back seat."

Last time you'd been in the back of his truck, you had been splayed across the bench seat, hands tied by and gripping the seatbelts on both sides as he ate you out, coaxing two strong and heady orgasms out of your body as the sun rose over the beach you had parked at. A good memory, one you had recalled several times during the long lonely nights in your hotel room on this trip.

He opens the door, and you eagerly climb in.

Frankie slides onto the seat, closing the door with a firm but quiet click. You climb into his lap and straddle his thighs, letting him pull you close again, his hands roving under the jacket and rubbing your back while yours snake underneath his sweater to borrow heat from his chest. The curve of his neck and shoulder is warm and you gratefully nuzzle your face into it, inhaling his scent again to imprint it in your memory, so happy to be back.

"Mmmm. Really missed you," you breathe into his skin, the cold tip of your nose rubbing circles over his throat and poking under the neck of his sweater to tease his collarbone. "Missed this."

"Me too. So much," he croons, sliding a hand through your long hair. He adjusts the angle of your head just perfectly to kiss you again, gentle at first and with increasing hunger until your tongue traces his plush lower lip, dipping in to slide in and out of its cleft, and he moans into your mouth.

"Fuck. Do that again."

You continue teasing his mouth with the tip of your tongue as his hands descend to grip your ass and grind his hardening cock against your core, rough denim snagging on thin cotton and lace. You're toasty warm now and you shed his leather jacket, also taking his hat off so you can weave your fingers through the curls in his hair, pulling gently as you rock against him, feeling his heat transfer to your center, the tip of his length in his jeans making contact with just the right spot to make you moan as you rut against him.

Frankie takes advantage of your open mouth and slides a finger in. "Suck. Get it wet for me." You comply and swirl your tongue around his finger, licking and sucking and slurping as if it were his cock, savoring the anticipation of knowing it would soon be inside you.

"Good girl." His finger drips with your saliva and he slides it through your folds, his other hand pulling the crotch of your lace panties aside and holding it there. Letting the cold air kiss your heated flesh. "Hmmm. So wet for me already though, aren't you? So hot," he rasps against your throat, feeling the vibration from the sound that travels up and out of it as he slides a second thick finger into your pussy. You clench around their sweet pressure, his fingers always able to reach places inside you that your own can't.

Within seconds you're shamelessly fucking his fingers, rocking back and forth and building more and more heat in your core, his thumb doing a better job against your clit than your own had in the airplane bathroom, when a bright light flashes through the windshield. Frankie grabs you and pulls you down to lie on the seat, covering your body with his as if shielding you from gunfire. Years retired from Delta Force but his combat instincts never fade, apparently.

"What's happening?"

"Security guard on patrol. I know most of them here and don't need 'em catching me fucking in my truck like a teenager," he whispers into your ear as the flashlight glare fades away. "I'd never hear the end of it."

You stare into his eyes, his face hovering just an inch from yours, those brown eyes you love so much looking darker than ever in the dim fluorescent filtering through the truck. You kiss him with hunger and want. "I need you inside me. Please. Can't wait until we get home."

"I got you, cariño. I'm gonna fuck you good. Get up and turn around."

He hauls you back up and turns you to face the front of the truck this time, straddling his thighs again, and you plant your feet on the floor as he pushes you forward, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down just enough to free his cock, hard and leaking precum, eager to sink home into you. His hands roam up the front of your dress and gently squeeze your tits. You feel the prickle of his mustache caressing the back of your neck as he presses kisses there, and you shiver from pleasure this time, not the cold.

"Patrol will be back soon. You're gonna be the lookout while I take care of you, okay?"

You hook your fingers around your panties and slide them all the way off.

"Fuck yes, Frankie. Show me how much you missed me."

Frankie groans and grabs your hips, lifting up the hem of your sundress, and you grab the back of the front seats for leverage and control as he slowly guides the thick tip of his cock through your folds and into the first few inches of your entrance, setting on fire every nerve ending along the way. It's a stretch, always a stretch with Frankie, but especially in this position, your thighs spread wide across his lap and toes just barely brushing the floor. Your back arches against his chest as he slides the rest of the way in, all the way to the hilt, your moan mixing with his grunted sigh to echo through the small enclosed space of the truck.

"You like that?" He gives an experimental thrust and you cry out, for another, for more. "Did you miss my cock?"

"Yes," you whimper, your voice shaking but not hesitant. "So much. Give it to me."

The leather of the seats in front of you is smooth on your fingers as you bend further forward, changing the angle, inviting him to fuck you in earnest and he does, his practiced hand finding your clit without you needing to ask. Frankie always wants to give you the world if he could.

You forget the security guards, the time on the clock until they come back, not caring and soon no longer cognizant of whether time is passing normally or whether you've been suspended in it. The only thing in your orbit is the feeling of Frankie's cock travelling deep into your heat and discovering every sensitive spot inside as if it was the first time he's explored it. Fire and tension build in your core as his fingers dig into your hip to hold you in place, his thumb working your clit in tandem with his thrusts, the rough texture adding an extra sensation that you've never managed to replicate alone.

"Fuck." Half a whimper and half a plea, and Frankie answers it with a loud groan. Your fingers grip the seats so tight that you create marks in the leather. "More, Frankie, please, don't stop. "

"So fucking tight for me, cariño." Frankie sounds utterly wrecked behind you, voice rich and full, his free hand snaking up to clutch the back of your neck, holding you at the perfect angle for him to drive in and out relentlessly, deep and hard the way he knows you crave. "So sweet. Always so good to me when you come home."

Sounds reverberate off the windows: heavy breaths, flesh against flesh, your moans, Frankie's grunts and whimpers as his rhythm inside you starts to falter, both of you close.

A final few strokes of his fingers across your clit and the tight coil inside you snaps, his other hand slapping over your mouth just in time to contain your sounds as you cry out, feeling his cock twitch and pulse as he comes hard, spurting hot inside you. He buries his face in your hair to muffle his own loud groan and it vibrates loud across your scalp and down your spine as you grind your ass into his lap a few more times to draw out the pleasure for both of you, your walls fluttering around his softening cock, until the sensitivity becomes too much.

Collapsing back against his chest is all you can manage and his arms encircle you, holding you close and breathing heavy into your hair. You feel his heartbeat as it winds down, slowing its thumping against your back through the thin cotton of your sundress. Your surroundings take shape as you come down from your high: Frankie has got you. You're home again.

A sudden flash of light through the windshield blinds you both. "Morales? Hey man, I thought that was you! Have fun with your girl, see ya at the bar Friday night!"

You both groan. It wasn't even a security guard -- it was Chad Davis and his frat-boy smirk.

"Fuck me," Frankie sighs in disgust. "I hate airports."

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[thot-of-khonshu]

All Access, Chapter 1

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Pairing: 70s rockstar! frankie morales x f! reader

Rating: 18+ (explicit, minors do not interact)

Word Count: 6.4K

Summary: It's 1975 and you're one of the rare women given the opportunity to write for Rolling Stone. When you get the opportunity of a lifetime to travel with the hottest band in the US, Triple Frontier, you're welcomed into their den of sex, drugs, and rock and roll. But what happens when you fall for their bass player and it becomes more than just a story?

Content: explicit drug use, heavy partying, triple frontier as rockstars, eventual smut, 1975 au

A/N: Thank you so so so much to my beta readers @heythere-mel, @proxima-writes, @nostalxgic, and @pedropascal-whore I am so insanely, eternally grateful you have no idea! Thank you to anyone who has been waiting for this story since it was just a random idea in 2022. I hope you all enjoy it and it makes you sing as loudly as Santiago.

TRIPLE FRONTIER: FROM BATTLEFIELDS TO CENTER STAGE

As the dust of the Vietnam War settles, a new sound emerges from its ashes. Four war veterans—Santiago, Benny, Will, and Frankie—unite under a new banner, Triple Frontier, capturing the soul of a generation seeking peace, love, and rock 'n' roll.

Triple Frontier's latest self-titled album strikes a chord with raw passion and unflinching honesty of their previous work. We can trace their meteoric rise in the music world back to their time serving together in the Vietnam War, an experience that has left an indelible mark on each member and seeps into every note they play.

At the forefront is Santiago Garcia, the charismatic lead singer with vocals matched only by his charm and stage presence; Behind Santiago, Benny Miller lets loose on the drums, laying down the heartbeat of their sound. Will, Benny's older brother on lead guitar, is the soul of the band. He's intuitive and artistic with the guitar akin to Robbie Robertson.

And then there's Francisco Morales on bass. The stoic backbone of the group, his basslines are more than just musical notes—they're lifelines. His bass weaves the music together like a thread that ties each member of the band.

Tom Davis, their manager, has been instrumental in their rise. A fellow vet, he understands their shared history and has transformed their raw, visceral tales into a finely-tuned musical odyssey. Speaking about their journey, Tom says, "These boys have stories that the world needs to hear. I'm just helping amplify their voices."

The band's name, Triple Frontier, references the tri-border area in Southeast Asia—a location many veterans from the Vietnam War will recognize.

Despite the weight of their past, or perhaps because of it, Triple Frontier brings a refreshing authenticity to the rock scene. Their music isn't just entertainment; it's a balm, a therapy, a reminder of the indomitable human spirit.

As they gear up for their nationwide tour, one thing's for certain: Triple Frontier is here to stay, and they're just getting started.

Despite your boss stating he just needed a simple puff piece about Triple Frontier, whenever you reread that review you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride when you saw your name in print in Rolling Stone. It wasn't the first time, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

You were on the fast track to doing something big at Rolling Stone by the time you were thirty, you could just feel it. After freelance writing post graduation from college, you landed an entry-level job at the magazine. You knew what you were getting into, the long hours and the male-dominated office could be a lot at times, but you were living the dream as far as you were concerned. To write about music and make it your living was a gift you never wanted to take for granted.

It was a Tuesday afternoon and you were done at work surprisingly early. You lugged your 1969 Dodge home and immediately went to the back patio to light a joint. You slunk back in your chair, inhaling deeply from the joint, and watched the sun dip lower behind the tree line; the warm glow of the Los Angeles sunset never got old. As the smoke filled your lungs, you felt the day slowly dissipate.

The sound of your phone ringing jolted you out of your high-induced stupor but you heard your roommate Jenna flit across the house and yell "I'll get it!" before answering. You took another deep pull off the joint and exhaled, watching the smoke dance around the sky as it faded out.

You heard Jenna call your name from inside. You walked into the kitchen and saw her standing with the phone receiver in her hand, she was looking at you with an expectant expression.

"Who is it?" You asked.

"Some guy named Tom Davis? Sounds foxy." She grinned at you and wiggled her eyebrows. You rolled your eyes and swatted her away before taking the phone from her.

"Hello?"

"Hey! I hope you don't mind me calling you at home. Your work number was listed in the phone book, but I didn't know if you'd want to take this call in the office or not. Figured home was probably better."

You had talked to Tom a month back for the Triple Frontier article. You remembered him as a no-nonsense type of guy who didn't beat around the bush, so you knew even though he was calling you at home it wasn't for a dinner party.

"No, that's okay. What can I do for you? I hope the article came out okay?"

"That's actually why I'm calling, I wanted to thank you again for doing such a great job. The guys really loved it and the boss did too. And we've had some new interest in the band and they think an interview series might be a good way to build some buzz during the tour."

You felt excitement bubble up in your stomach. You didn't want to be presumptuous and assume this was an offer, but you also didn't want to say no.

"I'd love to write more about them! I'm not sure if you just want a song by song review or..."

Tom chuckled on the other end.

"Nah, nothing like that. I know this is actually last minute but we're playing a show at the Troubadour on Friday night and we'd love for you to come. I've already cleared it with your editor at Rolling Stone if you're game."

You tried not to sound too eager. Of course you knew about the Troubadour show, it had been sold out for months. You knew this wasn't an easy ticket to score or an opportunity that just falls into your lap like this.

"I would be an idiot to say no."

"That's what I like to hear! I'll be in touch with more details, but I'll have your ticket and backstage pass ready for you on Friday night."

"Awesome, thank you so much."

"Thank you, we'll talk soon!"

He hung up the phone. You stood in the kitchen with the receiver in your hand. You felt like someone had just punched you in the gut, you couldn't believe it. The Troubadour, backstage passes, exclusive interviews... it was the break you'd been waiting for.

This was real rock journalism, the rock journalism your mom cried over when you said you wanted to move out west and pursue this as a career.

Will Mom still think you're dabbling with the devil if your name is under the biggest story for Rolling Stone with the hottest band in the country?

-------------------------

By the time Friday night rolled around, you felt like you had a permanent case of butterflies in your stomach. It wasn't often you had the opportunity to attend a show and not write about it, so the fact that you had no other reason for going besides seeing the band was enough to set your nerves on fire. But meeting them?

You'd spent the whole week building scenarios in your head - Would these guys even take you seriously? Would they see you as just another fan? Were they even that interesting to interview, or were their music and looks all there was to them?

You shook the thoughts from your head as you walked up to the Troubadour. The line outside was already around the block and you could feel the energy from the crowd. You saw women with long hair down their backs in tight jeans and crochet tops, some men with hair even longer than theirs and dressed in flared pants and vibrant shirts. You could already smell the weed wafting off some people.

As you approached the bouncer at the back door, he glared at you, intimidating and unwavering.

"I'm here to pick up a press pass from Tom Davis." You tried to exude confidence, even though you felt the opposite. He arched his brow at you before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a paper.

"Name."

You gave him your name and also added what you thought would cement your legitimacy. "I'm with Rolling Stone."

He looked over the paper before his eyes settled on your face.

"Right. This way."

The man turned and opened the door behind him, beckoning for you to follow.

Once inside, he led you through the dimly lit back corridors of the club. You were immediately welcomed into a heavy musk of smoke and sweat. You passed other roadies carrying guitars, amps, and microphones. You felt the excitement rising up again and you had to remind yourself to act cool.

He led you into a dressing room with a large group of people. Everyone had drinks in their hands and seemed to be chatting amongst themselves. The walls were covered in posters and various band members from over the years had scrawled their names on the walls where Tom was seated, reading over a sheet of paper.

"There she is! Good to see you." Tom immediately spotted you from the crowd, his tall and imposing figure stood up and made his way over to you. He was wearing a black leather jacket and his hair was pushed back with gel. He looked every bit the rocker, and you couldn't help but wonder if he always dressed like that. With the band but not in the band.

He reached into his back pocket to pull out a laminated press pass. "Here you go, this should get you access to whatever you need."

You took the press pass and held it up, smiling. You were still in shock.

"I can't thank you enough, Tom. This really is an honor."

Tom chuckled and clapped a hand on your shoulder. "Honor's ours. We're looking forward to the piece."

"Speaking of pieces, If you're gonna write about the band you might as well meet them. Come with me."

He started making his way toward the back of the room. As he passed, the people parted to let him through. You followed closely behind, trying to not lose him.

He led you towards a cluster of men in the corner. They were talking amongst themselves, beers in hand and laughing. You recognized Benny–the drummer–from the album cover, by his shaggy, dirty blonde hair. He was bouncing off the soles of his feet, drumsticks tucked in his belt loop, and was the center of the circle.

Will was leaning against the wall, his long blonde hair tucked in a bun. He had a cigarette dangling between his lips and a guitar pick in his hand, fiddling with it.

Next to Will, Santiago was sitting on a couch, his arm draped over the back with a glass tumbler in his other hand. His eyes shined as he was talking to the other boys, taking his hand to smooth out his jet-black hair.

It was true what every girl said - his pants were as tight as his voice.

And then there was Frankie.

He was standing next to Santiago, a beer bottle hanging loosely from his fingertips. He was leaning on his elbow on the wall behind Santiago, listening to Benny.

He was handsome. His brown hair was covered in his signature baseball cap, and the stubble along his jaw along with his mustache gave him a rugged look. You couldn't help but notice the muscles underneath his thin shirt. You could see his arms flexing underneath the material, his fingers wrapped tightly around the neck of his beer.

He was the first one to notice you, looking at you before he did Tom. His eyes were dark and unreadable, but you could tell he was assessing the situation.

"Boys," Tom boomed, "I want you to meet the writer from Rolling Stone."

Santiago and Will turned their heads in unison, but Frankie's eyes stayed fixed on you.

Santiago's smile broadened, and Will raised his eyebrow and nodded. Frankie's expression didn't change.

"Well, hey, welcome to the party." Santiago stood up and extended his hand. You reached out and took his, shaking it. His hand was soft and his grip was firm.

"Nice to meet you." You tried to sound confident.

"You've already met Tom, obviously," he gestured towards Tom, who smiled at you, "and this is Will and Benny, and that's Frankie."

Benny smiled at you, and Frankie's eyes flickered over to Santiago as he said his name, but he didn't speak. You had a feeling this was his way of letting everyone else talk.

"Nice to meet you all, I'm a huge fan." You offered them a friendly smile.

Benny spoke up, "Well then, I like you already. You'll make us look good!"

Tom looked down at his watch and then snapped up at the guys. "Shit–we have ten minutes before showtime, you guys need to get down to the stage."

They started moving and shuffling: Will stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray, Benny put down his beer, and Santiago tossed back his drink. Frankie had disappeared into the crowd, leaving you to watch them all go by.

Tom turned back to you, "What are you doing? You're going down with us. ‘Can't write about the show if you aren't there."

You felt the rush of adrenaline surge through your body. Your face broke out into a huge grin.

"Yeah, right. Okay."

Tom smiled and turned, heading for the door. You followed him, trying to keep up with his strides. Backstage was a flurry of activity and you felt like you were on a hamster wheel trying to stay out of the way. You couldn't help but stare at the scene before you, the lights and the sounds, the smell.

After navigating through the throng of people and equipment, you found yourself on the side of the stage, the lights dim and the sound of the audience humming through the floorboards. While Tom had stopped to talk with one of the lighting guys, you could see the boys getting into their instruments and tuning up.

You looked over and saw Frankie. He had taken off his hat and was carding his hand through his thick hair. His mouth was turned down into a frown, but you could see the glimmer of his eyes.

He looked up at you. Your breath hitched and you could feel your cheeks start to burn. He held your gaze for a moment before turning away and putting his hat back on.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed and the audience erupted in cheers. The guys, including Tom, went into a huddle and you slowly inched yourself closer, not wanting to miss this moment.

You heard Benny shout, "Let's get it done tonight, boys! Let's give the fans what they came for."

You could see Santiago's grin spread across his face, "This is our mission. Our job. Our purpose."

Tom placed his hand into the middle, "I'm proud of you, boys. Now, let's go fucking rock this shit."

They put their hands together and Santiago began to sing "Stop, hey, what's that sound..."

Like a ritual, the rest of the men in the circle sang "Everybody look what's going down."

With that, the boys dispersed and you felt so lucky to be in that moment. You feel their connection, their comradery, their love.

You saw Tom pat Benny on the back. "Showtime!" he boomed. Benny ran onto the stage and the crowd roared. You could hear the clatter of sticks in the air as Benny hit the cymbal to start playing their song "Echoes".

The rest of the guys filed onto the stage and you were immediately struck by the sheer energy radiating off the crowd. They were cheering, clapping, dancing. There was so much movement and excitement and you felt the hairs on your arms stand up.

The band started their set with a bang. You watched as Santiago worked the crowd, his voice smooth and strong. He walked slowly, confidently, swaying with every step. The crowd was eating out of the palm of his hand.

You'd never experienced a concert like this, being able to watch from the sidelines and take in everything. The lights, the sound, the way the crowd responded.

Your eyes drifted to Frankie. He was focused and precise with his guitar, his hands moving effortlessly across the strings. You watched the muscles in his arms flex and strain as he played along with the concentration in his eyes.

The rest of the concert flew by. Before you knew it, the band was finishing up their final song, and the crowd was going crazy. You watched as Santiago, Frankie, Benny, and Will took their final bows.

The audience screamed. Santiago leaned over and spoke into the microphone, "Los Angeles, thank you. We love you! Goodnight!"

And with that, the lights dimmed and the guys filed off stage. Tom turned and motioned for you to follow as he led you to a different area where the guys were drinking bottles of water and catching their breath.

Benny was sweating, his face flushed red. "Man, we really fucking killed it."

Santiago grinned, wiping his brow. "You bet your ass we did. That was one of the best shows we've done."

Frankie was leaning against the wall, a bottle of water in his hand. He was drinking it slowly, his eyes looking up and meeting yours.

Will looked over at you and gave you a wink. "Did you enjoy the show?"

"Oh my god, yes. That was incredible." You were trying to be professional, but your excitement was starting to show through, an excitement that Santiago could start to see through.

Santiago clapped his hands together. "Excellent. Now that we've broken your legs, I think it's time for the afterparty. Are you coming with us?"

"The afterparty?"

"Of course," Tom chimed in, "you don't have to go, but it might give you some time to chat with the guys more and get some quotes. These things tend to be a good time so I can also book you a room, on us. It's at the Chateau Marmont."

"Holy shit."

"That's the spirit." Santiago winked.

You hesitated, knowing how big a decision this was. The idea of the afterparty excited you, but it was also a chance to spend more time with these guys. To talk to them one-on-one and maybe get some insights that would really sell the article.

You took a deep breath and looked around the room, at the guys waiting expectantly.

"Alright, count me in."

You could have sworn you saw Frankie's lip twitch up into a smile.

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The afterparty was at a bungalow at the Chateau Marmont and it was a mess of people, noise, and debauchery. You tried to take it all in but you just couldn't. There was too much happening at once.

You found a bar top to sit at, watching the scene unfold. Santiago was at the piano playing some old jazz tunes and laughing with gorgeous women surrounding him. Tom was chatting up some record exec, a scotch in his hand. You even saw Benny and Will having an impromptu arm wrestling match in the corner. Frankie so far wasn't anywhere to be found.

The music, the lights, the alcohol. All of it was almost overwhelming and you were starting to wonder why you decided to come.

This world of excess and debauchery was so foreign to you, a far cry from the quiet solitude of your apartment where you usually did your writing. You've been to parties but nothing like this. You thought about your male coworkers at Rolling Stone, who seemed to fit seamlessly into the rock and roll lifestyle, effortlessly bonding with their subjects over shared experiences and unspoken understandings.

You focused on scribbling notes in your notebook, trying to make sense of the chaos around you and organize your thoughts about the concert. The more you wrote, the more your head cleared, and you found yourself able to better compartmentalize everything you'd experienced.

As you were finishing up your notes, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"Hey."

You turned and saw Santiago standing behind you. He had a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand and his eyes were slightly bloodshot.

"Hey." You replied.

He moved to stand beside you, looking at the party in front of you.

"What are you doing over here by yourself? Having fun?" He asked, taking a swig of the whiskey.

You shrugged, "I guess I just wanted to take everything in, get a feel of the scene. "

"Through your notepad?" He asked, gesturing towards your notes.

"Yeah, uh, it's easier for me to write things down."

"Ah," he took another swig, "can I ask you a question?"

You looked up at him. He was staring down at you, a smirk on his face.

"Sure."

"Why do you wanna write a story about us?"

It wasn't the question you were expecting. You had prepared for a list of generic questions like how you got into writing and your favorite bands, but this one caught you off guard.

"Because..." You hesitated, not sure how to answer, "...because I think you guys are cool."

Santiago smirked, leaning in.

"Cool? That's it?"

"Yeah," you said, feeling slightly defensive. "I think you guys have something special."

He chuckled to himself, taking a joint from a walking passerby, and taking a hit. "That's what they all say."

"All who?"

"People, the press. They all want to write a story about the cool, rebellious, rock and roll band, but the thing is, no one ever actually gets it."

"Maybe because the people who write about you are only interested in the glamorous lifestyle and not the reality of it."

He cocked his eyebrow.

"The reality?"

"Yeah," you said, closing your notebook. "I don't want to write a story about what I see here. This is a party, a show. It's not what's real."

Santiago studied you for a moment, and you felt the tension in the air between you. It was as if he was trying to read you, to figure out what made you tick.

"I'm here to witness the magic, the brotherhood. You can feel the bond between you guys: it's real, it's tangible, it's magnetic. People come to see your shows to see it. Shit, people come to the Chateau Marmont at 1 AM to see it. People want more."

You met his gaze, unwavering. You weren't going to back down.

He laughed, taking a step back. "Okay, okay. I believe you."

You smiled, relieved.

"But I'm gonna let you in on a little secret…Tom? He's over the moon, hunky fuckin' dory that you're writing this piece, but the truth is? We're a little skeptical, a little worried. We wanna look good but we also don't want this to be a puff piece. You've convinced me though, I believe you when you say you wanna do something different. So here's the deal - if you want the real story, the one that matters, you need to prove it."

You swallowed.

"And how do I do that?"

He smirked, gesturing to the crowd. "Come hang with us, chill out, see how we are when it's just us. If you can do that, I'll tell you whatever you wanna know. If you wanna get to know the real us, you gotta dive in."

Santiago offered you the joint, and you took it from him, putting it to your lips and inhaling.

He grinned. "Welcome to the team."

You hesitated for a moment. You wanted to get the real story, the one that mattered, but you were afraid. What if you didn't fit in? What if the guys didn't like you?

But Santiago had a point. You needed to prove yourself, and what better way than by actually hanging out with the band?

So you sucked it up, took a long drag off the joint, and threw caution to the wind.

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You weren't sure how much time had passed, but the party was still in full swing. The doubts and fears that plagued you had floated away along with your sobriety. Santiago had been a great host, introducing you to people, making sure you had a drink in your hand, and keeping the conversation going. You'd lost track of how many drinks you'd had, but you were feeling good.

He'd also gotten you better acquainted with Will and Benny. Will was reserved but he was incredibly knowledgeable about music, and you spent most of your conversation talking about some of the more obscure bands you both liked in common. With Benny, he was the life of the party. He had an infectious smile and was quick to laugh.

Frankie was another story entirely.

Frankie had eventually been found at the party but he'd stayed off to the side, talking quietly with a group of people, occasionally smoking a cigarette or sipping from a glass. You watched him throughout the night.

He'd glance at you from time to time, his eyes dark and unreadable. His gaze would linger, sending shivers down your spine. You would try to catch his eye, but he'd look away before you could make contact.

A model that you recognized from a cover of Cosmopolitan pulled out a baggie of coke and offered some to everyone at the table. You politely declined and headed for the bathroom.

You walked around the hallway and saw a few sets of doors. You opened a door to see Tom sitting on the bed, the phone cord stretched across the room.

"Of course I'm thinking about this damn offer, it's all I can think about. Fuck, I just don't know if this is the right move. If I had another band under my roster the boys would kill me, but the money they're offering? It's the kind of money we can't turn down."

You tried to back out of the room quietly, but sobriety be damned, the heel of your shoe clicked loudly on the hardwood floor as you tripped. Tom turned, his eyebrows raised and his expression a mixture of surprise and concern.

You mouthed an apology and quickly made your way out of the room. Humiliation and embarrassment flooding through you, you decided you needed some air.

You made your way outside, the cool air hitting your face. You inhaled deeply, trying to clear your mind and slow your racing heart. You only had a bit of context but you knew that wasn't a conversation you were supposed to hear.

You sat down on the ground, resting your head against the wall. You could feel your body relax, the tension easing from your shoulders.

As you closed your eyes, the events of the evening replayed in your head. The music, the energy, the excitement.

Suddenly, you felt someone sit next to you. You looked over and saw Frankie, his expression still unreadable.

"Hey."

"Hi." You tried to sound casual, hoping the high pitch in your voice didn't sell you out.

He lit a cigarette, taking a long drag and exhaling slowly. The smoke curled in the air, dancing in the breeze.

You sat in silence for a moment, watching the smoke drift away, trying to distract yourself from the man in front of you.

"Having fun?" Frankie's voice was low and husky, his question caught you off guard. "What do you think of all of this so far?"

"It's definitely not what I'm used to."

He chuckled, and you couldn't help but smile. He took another cigarette from the carton, offering one to you.

You took the cigarette from him and he lit it, the flame flickering in the darkness. You felt the smoke fill your lungs.

"What are you used to then?" He asked, his eyes locked on yours.

"Lighting a joint at the end of a long day, writing a draft for an article, and throwing it in the trash. Sitting at home alone and wondering if I'm ever gonna break out."

Frankie smiled. "We're not what you expected, huh?"

You laughed, shaking your head. "Not at all."

You took another drag of the cigarette. The combination of weed, whiskey, and nicotine was making your head spin, and you couldn't stop the giggle that escaped your lips.

Frankie smirked.

"Lightweight."

You nodded, leaning your head against the wall. You looked over at Frankie, his profile illuminated by the moonlight. He was handsome, his jawline sharp and his lips full. His hair was tousled under his hat and his stubble was perfectly trimmed. You could see the muscles in his arms flex as he brought the cigarette to his mouth, and you felt your breath hitch.

You looked away, feeling a blush creep up your neck. You weren't sure if it was the alcohol, the drugs, or his presence that was making you feel so flustered.

"What are you doing out here anyways?" You asked, trying to distract yourself from the butterflies in your stomach.

Frankie shrugged, the corners of his mouth twitching. "I could ask you the same question."

You laughed, the alcohol and weed finally settling in.

"I was feeling a bit overwhelmed, I needed some fresh air."

Frankie nodded, understanding. "I'm not really one for big parties."

"Is that why you weren't around earlier?"

He gave you a curious look. "You really are quite the observant reporter."

You grinned. "I'm a professional."

He smirked, your gaze turning back to the sky. You couldn't help but feel his eyes linger on your skin, you felt like you were burning up.

"I'm just not a huge fan of the crowds. I like the music, the shows, but the parties are sometimes too much."

"I can understand that."

"Can you?"

You looked at him, surprised by his question. "Of course."

He raised his eyebrow. "How so?"

You shrugged. "I've had my share of experiences. Not quite like this, but enough that I get it. Sometimes I'd rather just sit back with a joint and observe it all."

Frankie's lips twitched into a small smile. "Me too."

You couldn't help but smile back. He seemed much less guarded now.

You took another drag of your cigarette; the smoke swirling around the two of you.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Frankie glanced at you, the corner of his mouth twitching again.

"Sure."

"What brought you into music? How'd you end up here?"

He considered your question for a moment, tapping the ashes of his cigarette.

"Well, I just always loved music. I was a quiet kid and my parents weren't around a lot. Santi moved to Miami when we were eight and we just immediately hit it off. Whatever he did, I did. If he joined the baseball team, I joined the baseball team. And then he started playing guitar. We'd sit in his garage for hours and play. I never knew I wanted to be a musician until then. It just felt right."

He paused, taking a long drag of his cigarette.

"How'd you get into journalism?"

You froze. The truth was, you had no idea. You just always felt drawn to writing. You had a knack for it and it came easily to you. You never had any grand plan or vision, it was more like a calling.

"I guess I just felt called to it. I was always writing stories as a kid and then I wanted to write about real people and real stories."

He studied you, his eyes searching yours.

"So far, do you like my story?"

You grinned, "I don't know your story yet."

He smiled, exposing a dimple as you felt your heart skip a beat.

"It's been a long time since I've actually talked to someone like this."

"Me too."

There was a moment of comfortable silence. You could hear the sounds of the city around you, the cars honking, the music and laughter drifting from inside. Suddenly, you heard the door open and Tom stepped out.

"Some chick from Apple Records just threw up on my Italian boots. This is a disaster."

Frankie rolled his eyes. "You've had worse, Tom."

Tom groaned. "I'm gonna call it a night. You guys have that radio station interview tomorrow and I need to get ready for it in the morning."

"I should probably get some sleep too." Frankie stretched out and yawned, his shirt riding up and exposing a strip of skin above the waistband of his jeans.

You felt your mouth go dry and quickly looked away.

"Did you get the room key I left for you?" Tom asked you. "We rented out the whole second floor, so you've got your pick of rooms."

"Yeah, thanks." You dug into your back pocket, pulling out the key.

"I gotta clean this shit up so I'll see you guys in the morning."

He retreated away from the cottage, leaving you and Frankie alone once more.

You stood, dusting off the back of your pants. "I guess I should get some sleep, I'm pretty wasted."

"I'm heading up myself, so I can walk you to your hotel room."

"Oh, okay." You said in a high-pitched tone.

"Unless you don't want me to."

"No! No, I want you to, I just wasn't sure if you wanted to say goodnight to the guys?"

"They're honestly too fucked up to remember anything right now. Besides, I'd rather make sure you get there safe."

You blushed, the alcohol and weed still affecting you. "Thanks."

You and Frankie made your way back into the main building, the party still raging on from the cottage nearby. While you walked through the halls and into the elevator, you marveled at the luxury of the famous chateau. You'd heard so many stories but to say you'd gone to a party there, even for a couple of hours, was something you’d never forget.

The two of you got into the elevator, and you were acutely aware of Frankie's presence. He was tall–at least a foot taller than you–and his shoulders were broad and muscular. You could smell his scent, a mixture of spice, nicotine, and citrus.

The both of you got off on the second floor, walking silently down the hallway. The hotel was dark and quiet; it was as if the rest of the world had faded away.

You reached your room, fumbling with the key and unlocking the door.

"This is me."

Frankie nodded. "Good night."

You stepped into the room and turned around, watching as he walked away.

"Good night."

You watched him disappear around the corner, the butterflies in your stomach erupting again.

Once the door had shut behind you, you exhaled a breath you didn't realize you were holding. You were still buzzing from the alcohol and the pot but there was something else, an energy that you hadn't felt before.

You stripped off your clothes, letting them pool on the floor, and crawled into the bed. As you drifted off, you felt yourself smile.

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You were jolted awake by the shrill ring of the hotel telephone. Before you could even think, your head was already pounding from last night and its excess. You squinted at the clock next to you, the bold white words focusing on 9:30 AM.

"Hello?" Your voice was hoarse and still heavy with sleep.

"Morning! It's Tom." Tom sounded surprisingly chipper given last night's circumstances with his Italian shoes. Not one to beat around the bush, he started, "I have a proposition for you."

You were instantly alert, sitting up straight in the bed. "Oh yeah? What's that?"

"I had a long talk with Santiago this morning. About you."

You swallowed nervously. You knew that whatever it was, it couldn't be good.

"Okay.."

"He told me that you really want to tell the real story of the band, that you want to get to the bottom of who we are."

You paused, considering your words carefully.

"That's correct. I think there's more to your story, more than meets the eye."

"That's exactly what I thought, which is why I have an offer for you."

You held your breath. You didn't want to seem eager but you couldn't help the excitement building inside of you.

"I'm listening."

"Rolling Stone wants an in-depth piece, right? Well, what better way to get that than by joining us on tour?"

Your heart skipped a beat as his words sunk in.

"You mean..go on tour with you guys? Be a part of the band?"

"It's the only way to really understand us, right? Get into our world, our culture, and experience it for yourself. I already pitched it to your editor and he said as long as the label pays for expenses and you're game, he's game."

You were astounded at the things that Tom Davis could get done before noon.

"But..how would that work? Where would I stay? I don't have any experience touring or writing on the road."

You took a deep breath, processing everything Tom had just told you. "I'd be lying if I said that this wasn't an incredible offer."

"An incredible offer you can't refuse?"

You couldn't help but smile, the adrenaline coursing through your veins. "An incredible offer I can't refuse."

Tom let out a hearty laugh, "That's what I like to hear! Look, we've already discussed it amongst ourselves, and as for accommodations, we're a tight-knit group, we always look out for one another. You'll have a place to crash every night, always a nice hotel to stay in."

Your mind was racing with possibilities. The chance to immerse yourself in their world, to witness their artistry up close and personal—it was an opportunity unlike any other. "What about interviews? Will I have unrestricted access?"

Tom nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely. We want this to be as authentic as possible. You'll have full access to everyone in the band, backstage, on the bus, wherever we go. Just promise me one thing."

"What's that?"

"Promise me you won't hold back. We want the real story, the gritty details, the highs and lows of life on the road. Don't sugarcoat anything."

You nodded with determination. "I promise, Tom. I'll give it my all."

"Good," he said with a satisfied smile. "I have a feeling you're going to fit right in."

As you pressed down on the end call button, a surge of adrenaline shot through your veins. This was it - the opportunity to delve deep into the core of the band and capture their raw energy in words for all to experience. Just thinking about it made your heart race, and as you thought of Frankie, you felt an unfamiliar warmth in your belly.

You'd have a new adventure ahead of you, one that would change your life forever.

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"Oh my God, Y/N. I am so screwed. Brad took a picture of me with my pants down. Literally. He thought I was doing things with this blonde seamstress, when really we were—"

"—Peter, I don't need to know what you and the seamstress did." Y/N said.

"No! It's like that. You see she was making me a new suit, since Spiderman can't be seen in Venice. Then people will start to suspect that Peter Parker is Spiderman." Peter said. "Plus, he's trying to ruin my chances with MJ. He's going to show her that picture."

Peter sighed and looked defeated as Y/N gave him a sympathetic look. "Look, Pete, that sucks. It really does, but if Michelle is dumb enough to fall for that himbo tattletale. She's not worth it. And I think I can help you with your problem."

Peter raised his eyebrows. "How?"

Y/N smiled and snapped his fingers as they left a smoky red mist.

"Y/N? What did you do?"

"Oh, I just erased the picture from Brad's phone. And he's naked in the Trevi fountain." Y/N smiled.

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!! Some of the older Halloween HCs have broken links, and idk why. If it's bold, it means I checked and fixed it. I'll make my way through all of them eventually.

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⭐ Every inch | Every inch 2 | Every inch 3

fight flight or fuck blurb

Rat in a cage oneshot drabble

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Waking up cold blurb

✨Road house - scream AU (Dalton x reader)

Texas Chainsaw

⭐ The Spread (3.5k) Tommy Hewitt x reader. "Heavy" on size kink 🤭

Halloween

Corey Cunningham Stories (CC)

A lift and two screws (4.5k words) - 2️⃣ 🥩

Laid back (2.5k) -  👤 💐reach-around HJ.

Laid back: V-Day Vibes (3.2k) 👤💐 🥩 🧎‍♂️ toy

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Corey C. from the call center (4.5k) - 💐

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You wear MM's mask in bed (1.3k)

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Scrapyard (CNC) 500

Rock Bottom (22k) 🥩 ⚰️ . Corey, Michael, Y/N. (Other stories don't use Y/N).

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Corey leaves you with Michael (300)

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Michael in Ambrose (2k) non con

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Michael's Castle (3k)2️⃣ vampire!michael

Gravel Lot (1.1k) - Anniversary 💐

Gas station (550)

Knows you're horny (650 cnc)

Breeder Michael blurb

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Bathroom (M!reader)

Michael makes Corey watch

Obsessive Reader GN

Halloween Headcanons

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The Shape's Collar (900) 👤

Coming💦 (1.1k) 👤 MM, CC

When you're a screamer (650) 👤 MM, CC

Why it's hot when Michael drives 👤

overstimulating a squirter MM, CC

more Corey squirting HCs

Corey coming in his pants

Corey porn habits

Corey catches your self-pleasure

Corey period oral

Halloween drabbles, blurbs, misc.

Who's that calling you under the dinner table (Misc) txts CC

Frisky at the movie theater w/ CC (300)

COREGASM (600?) 👤

CC sounding like Leon in DBD👤

Corey's newest ring

Corey x You x Michael

reader nipple piercings & 2 CC

Corey nipple piercings

Michael x Obsessive! Reader 👤

MM dream / CC 📞sex & CNC

✨Corey x you x Michael u walk in

✨Michael & thighs

✨Michael Makes Corey Watch

Halloween non-Smut

Michael & Corey MBTI types (non-explicit)

1st date, Corey wants to leave with you 💐

Amusement park date 💐

Corey's new ring (100 word drabble)

Corey teaches you to drive (300 words)

Michael/Corey poll results

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The Bear

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Triple Frontier

The Worst - Tom "Redfly" Davis x DARK!reader

Road House

Scream AU - Elwood Dalton x reader

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Multiple smut scenes: 2️⃣,3️⃣ etc

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