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Words Get in the Way

A Frankie Morales x F! Reader Fic

Chapter Three

Pairing: Francisco "Catfish" Morales x F! Reader

Summary: Four weeks have passed since Frankie came back to your place and made love to you for the first time after you both confessed your true love for one another, becoming more than friends. Afterwards he was called out for a mission to Colombia which was supposed to have only lasted a few days. You haven't heard from him in hours on the day he's scheduled to come home and you begin to think he's not returning. He introduces you to some interesting bedroom escapades you have never before experienced, and unveils some of his own personal kinks he'd been hiding for years. He has also brought you a rather unorthodox gift...with an unusual proposition...

Word Count: 5800+

Warnings/Ratings: M-Explicit! SMUT! SMUT! SMUT! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Nothing But smut!! Hooooooooo boy. I went out of control on this one. There are full descriptions of PIV Sex, unprotected sex (although I do strongly suggest wrapping it up), multiple orgasms, vaginal/anal fingering, oral sex (f! receiving), shower sex, sex against the wall, doggy style sex, hair pulling, spanking, rough sex (nothing too intense), kissing, touching, masturbation, dom/sub dynamic, dirty talk, vulgarity, profanity, TONS of F-bombs with which I may have gone overboard, several mentions of cock, pussy, ass. Mentions of possible past trauma. There are sprinkles of sweetness, worry, love, doing anything for the person with whom you're in love. Characters call each other "Baby" and "My Love" many times throughout.

Author's Notes: OH MY GOD. YALL. I have done a VERY bad thing. I should be ashamed. This is the dirtiest, sleaziest, horniest, smuttiest, filthiest thing I have ever written in my entire life. This makes Chapter 2 look very tame. Frankie is a very naughty, filthy boy in this. He hasn't seen his girl in weeks so he is feeling rather.....*ahem*....anxious. I can't believe I wrote this. I basically didn't hold back & let it all out & poured my heart and soul into it. This took me three months to finish because I kept doubting it would be any good. I kept getting in my feels; not only from the content itself but from being unable to convince myself I was any good at writing. I didn't think I ever would get it completed & almost gave up but I knew that wasn't an option. I really enjoyed writing this once I got in the groove & stopped overthinking everything. I want to thank all my wonderful friends for their encouragement & to all the incredibly talented writers out there whose material I turned to for inspiration and motivation. Y'all are amazing! I hope you enjoy this and hope it makes you feel the things you want to feel. Happy reading! Thank you for all your support!

Side Note: there's an unexpected twist! Not gonna say where but it's in there!

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(Reader's POV)

You stood in the shower letting the steaming water flow carelessly over you, resisting the impulse to have an emotional breakdown. There'd been no contact from Frankie since he last texted you saying his plane landed, his luggage was located, and he was on his way. That was four hours ago. You called him repeatedly; straight to voicemail each time. No replies to your frequent "where are you?" "are you okay?" texts to him. You even contacted Pope, Redfly, Ironhead, and Benny asking about his whereabouts. No one had heard from him since deboarding the plane and going their separate ways. Panic began settling in. Sinister thoughts crowded your mind:

He isn't returning to you. He has changed his mind. He has taken Erica back or found someone else. He made love to you, gave you what you wanted, and now he has nothing to do with you. 

You shook your head, silently telling yourself not to think that way. Frankie would never treat you in such a manner. He is not that person. He has always been there for you. He meant every word he said when he told you he loves you. 

You still wondered where the hell he was, and why he wasn't replying to you. Maybe he stopped to get a bite to eat and left his phone in the car. Maybe he decided to go to his place first for a nap and forgot to set an alarm. Convincing yourself these were plausible reasons for his absence helped you push the negative thoughts aside. You continued scrubbing the sweat and grime off your body accumulated from cooking dinner and cleaning your apartment all day, preparing for Frankie's arrival. You haven't seen him in four weeks and you needed to get a shower in before he showed up. 

(Frankie's POV)

Frankie arrived at your apartment fifteen minutes after your shower started. He let himself in, setting his black duffel bag on the sofa. Your apartment smelled like fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies, his favorite. A full two dozen waited for him on the stove. Sitting on the counter was a crockpot full of boiling homemade stew. The rumbling hunger in his stomach intensified. He hadn't eaten much all day, only the unsatisfactory meals on the plane. He couldn't wait to get to your place knowing you'd have something fantastic prepared for him. 

"I'm here, Baby. Where's my girl?"  You were nowhere to be found. Not in the living room, not in the kitchen. He could hear music coming from the bathroom down the hall, hear the faint roar of the shower running, see steam clouds seeping through the barely cracked-open door, smell your floral body wash. He pushed it open wider, peeking inside.

"Baby, it's me."  No reply. You were too busy singing along to your favorite tune to hear him. He stiffened against his jeans when he heard your angelic voice; saw your nude silhouette behind the glass door. The idea of surprising you and making you scream the way he did on the sofa a few weeks ago popped into his mind. His brain constantly replayed the events of that night. He loved the sounds he was able to coax out of you as he fucked you for the first time after years of longing. Loved how his name rolled off your tongue, how your nails felt digging into his skin, how your worlds collided when you confessed your true feelings for each other. He could still feel you clenching around him as he made you cum. God, he wanted-no, needed more of this. He needed you.

Knowing how much you disliked having your personal space invaded made him change his mind about joining you. He closed the door and made his way back to the living room, making a pit stop in the kitchen to grab a few cookies, consuming them in seconds. He made himself comfortable in the recliner, closed his eyes, pulled his cap down, hands resting on his belly, fingers interlocked. His body felt limp with exhaustion, in great need of rest. He was beyond relieved to be back in the States. This extra-long trip to Colombia had  been a nightmare. The mission was only scheduled to have lasted three days. Plans went astray in every possible way: flights were delayed, vehicles broke down, the group received inadequate pay (even after being promised a much larger sum; the main reason the job was taken), desperate measures were executed by the guys during an ambush.

Your soothing singing, the only noise filling the entire dwelling, urged him to fall asleep. Images of what you looked like in the shower appeared behind his eyelids; the soapy water trailing down your body, over your breasts and erect nipples, down your stomach, between your thighs as you glided your favorite loofah over your skin. Your soft, delicate hands massaging their way through your hair. You pleasuring yourself with the hand-held shower nozzle while thinking of him....his name on your lips...begging to be fucked....

He began sleepily palming himself through his pants. He wondered how much time you had left in the shower. You were notorious for making them last longer than necessary. He opened his belt and zipper and wrapped a hand around his already-hard cock, flicking his index finger over his leaking tip, giving himself a couple of languid strokes, almost in a deep sleep. The more he pictured you being wet, naked, and vulnerable, the faster his strokes became. He was on the verge of climaxing when his eyes shot open, coming to a realization. 

Wait a minute. Why the fuck am I doing this? There is someone who can take care of your needs...and she's only a few feet away…

He climbed out of the recliner and made his way to the bathroom. Fuck it. He was going to join you whether you liked it or not.

(Reader's POV)

You were rinsing the shampoo out of your hair when you thought you felt an unusual cool breeze behind you. You shrugged it off, knowing the shower door had a tendency to slide open a little on its own. The feel of large, familiar masculine hands on your shoulders startled you; soft fingertips pushing your hair aside allowing luscious lips to kiss the back of your neck. You turned around and saw Frankie standing in the shower with you, his lips slightly parted, a few water droplets mapping his bare chest. His cock big and swollen, in need of attention. 

"Hi, Baby." He grinned. "Stop ogling me. I need to kiss you now."

You didn't realize your head was cocked to one side, and you were smiling. "I'm not ogling you, My Love. I'd call it...admiring the craftsmanship."  

He snorted, running both hands through his misty hair. "Craftsmanship, huh? Since you put it that way, I'll let you look a little longer."

You took a moment to admire him, your eyes slowly following his physique from head to toe. Damn, what a sight he is. His lean, virile 5'11" frame was held up by strong legs, long torso, wide shoulders, and most glorious neck. His hair is just past regulation length, unruly strands tickling his eyes. The subtle thickness of his waistline and uneven beard - perfect imperfections - making your heart swell with even more love for him. He's the most beautiful man  you've ever seen. The kind of man you want to touch constantly but are afraid to do so; he's such an immaculate, delicate work of art. 

You noticed he had a fresh, deep six-inch long scar on his left pectoral near his collarbone.  You stepped closer to him, placing your fingertips next to the scar.

 "Frankie!  What is this?!" You tried to conceal the worry in your voice. "Did this happen on the mission? What happened?" 

A plethora of scars decorated his chest, abdomen, arms, even on his hands. Cuts, scratches, and bruises of various shapes and sizes. This particular wound, however, looked recently inflicted, like it came from a blade.

"Don't worry about it" was his sharp response. He put his hands up in front of him. "Trust me, it's nothing major. A little mishap is all it is."

"Is every scar you have a mishap? Are they from.....her? What are you not telling me?"

You knew mentioning Erica would strike a nerve in him. You weren't intending to be crude; only genuinely concerned about what he'd been through, who or what had hurt him. He had mentioned nothing to you about being injured. There was evident pain behind his eyes.

He tensed up. Jaw clenched. Hands on hips. He licked his lips and swallowed hard. 

"Baby, please. Don't. Now is not the time."

You put your hands on his face pushing his long bangs away from his eyes. His cheeks were red hot; it wasn't from the water temperature. "It's not my objective to trigger you, My Love. I'm just cur-"

"-I said drop it." His voice had become low and minatory. "I never discuss my scars with anyone, including you."

His words stung a little. You hung your head, your eyes now giving the floor attention. This is the man you love, your best friend. You want to know everything about him. Want him to feel comfortable pouring his heart out to you and tell you all his deepest, darkest secrets without judgment. As long as you've known him you knew he was never one to discuss feelings. You hoped being in an actual relationship with him would make him feel like an open book. 

Frankie put a finger under your chin, lifting your gaze back to him. "I'm sorry, Baby. I didn't mean to snap at you."  His voice returned its softness. "Believe me, I want to tell you about my scars as much as you want to know about them. I will. I promise. The time will come." 

You nodded and smiled. "Yes, My Love. Understood."

"Please can I kiss you now?" His eyes bolted from your eyes to your lips. "Those lips are looking awfully lonely."

You laughed. "You don't have to ask." 

Frankie gently pushed you up against the shower wall, enveloping your mouth in a passionate, desirous kiss. His hands were on your breasts, thumbs flicking across your nipples, fingers massaging the soft flesh. You both were now directly under the shower head, the warm water cascading down your faces, mixing with your lips and tongues. Ripples flooded your body when you felt his hard tip pressed against you, making you yearn for him even more.

"I missed you", he said between kisses. "I know I should've been here earlier. Fuckin' truck wouldn't start after I finally located it in the parking lot. Took me an hour to find someone to give me a boost." 

You ran your hands through his hair.  "I missed you too, My Love. I tried calling you several times. Every time you didn't answer I kept thinking something terrible happened to you."

His face was now in your neck. "I'm sorry, Baby. Besides my truck issues, I lost my damn charger at the airport. Couldn't find a replacement. Then the fuckin' phone died as soon as I hit the interstate." The irritation in his voice was apparent. 

"My goodness, Love. Sounds like you've had a hell of a day. Let me give you what you need." You lifted one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist, moving your body closer to his trying to maneuver him inside of you.  He pushed your leg down, laughing. "Needy little thing aren't you! But not yet, Baby. There's something else I'd like to do to you first." 

You looked up at him, pouting and whimpering. He smirked, waving his index finger in front of your face and shaking his head. "No, none of that. We need to establish some rules. You must be a good girl, or you'll get nothing."

You raised an eyebrow. A faint, imperceptible smile overtook your lips. "Ooooh, rules, Frankie? To make sure I'm a good girl for you? I thought you liked my neediness."

His smirk grew wider. "Of course I do, Baby. But patience is a must. Good, obedient girls get rewarded. Bad girls get punished."

You shot him a deer-in-the-headlights look. "Punished? How? Frankie, what the hell are you talking about?"

He winked at you. "No time for explanations now. You'll find out later."

Before you could ask any more questions he dropped to his knees, pressing his hands on the inside of your thighs, pushing them further apart. His face was now inches from your pussy. You gasped when you realized what he had in mind. 

"No! Not that!"  You tried to push his head away. He looked up at you, brow furrowed. "No? Why not? If memory serves me correctly, didn't  you say last time I was here you wanted us to do everything?"  His expression relaxed, eyes full of concern. "Or...wait- is this not something you like?"

You  turned away from his gaze, blushing. "I...actually- no one has ever performed it on me."  

You felt ashamed for admitting to someone who sets your soul alight as much as Frankie does that you'd never had a man taste you.

He grinned, the darkness of his eyes deepening. "Is that so?  Hmmm...." He rubbed his chin, one hand still on the inside of your thigh.  "You know what I think?  I think that's because you've never had a real man, Baby. All the guys you've dated are pussies. Pussies who don't eat pussy." 

You giggled. He's such a smartass. But he wasn't wrong. None of your past relationships ever cared about pleasing you. It was always about what they wanted: pounding into you uncomfortably, flopping on top of you like a fish, climaxing within minutes and leaving you unsatisfied, unfulfilled. Frankie Morales was the complete opposite. He made you feel like your needs, your satisfaction, was more important than his own; as if his main goal was to take care of you. He was patient. He made you feel wanted.

"I've been thinkin' about this sweet pussy all day. Gotta taste it. Please, Baby, can I?" Rivers of shower water snaked their way down his face flattening his thick locks. His eyes still connected with yours. 

Those damn puppy dog eyes.

He was quite aware of your inability to resist them; they made you absolutely weak. You nodded anxiously, realizing how foolish it was to deny him anything. Especially anything sexual. "Yes", you breathed. "Yes, My Love, please!"

Frankie spread your  folds with two fingers, licking his lips. God, you were glistening. "Fuckin' look at that, would you. So prompt and prepared. So wet for me. Exactly how I like my girl to be."  He circled his tongue around your clit -just once- before licking the inside of your folds, furiously lapping up your trickling arousal. Two fingers from his other hand pushed inside of you, curling, bending. You threw your hands into his hair letting out a long, plaintive whine.

"Fuckin' delicious," he breathed, not looking up. He took his fingers out, put them in his mouth, and inserted them back inside you. He moved them in and out while endlessly flicking his tongue across your clit, making you whine louder.  He took his fingers out once more, but instead of putting them in his mouth, he put them in yours. 

"Taste it," he demanded, moving them around the circumference of your mouth, now looking up at you. "Taste how sweet you are."

You followed orders, both hands gripping his forearm and wrist, wrapping your lips around his fingers. You swirled your tongue around the digits, bobbing your head up and down as if you were fellating him, all the while the two of you keeping eye contact. 

"Fuck that's sexy." He took his fingers out of your mouth, put them in his own, savoring the taste briefly, and put them back in yours, instructing you to keep sucking. He turned his attention back to your pussy. You moaned and closed your eyes, feeling his tongue inside you moving up and down quickly. You sucked on his fingers harder; your hands gripping his wrist and forearm so tightly your knuckles were turning white. The feel of his tongue deep inside your hole, while he rubbed your clit with his other hand, made you nearly lose consciousness from the pleasure. So many things were happening to you at once; all your senses and emotions at play. You couldn't tell if the sounds you were hearing were yours or his. No coherent thought could be produced.

"Come on, Baby, show me," he said, swiping his tongue through your folds. "Show me - swipe - what - swipe - this pussy - swipe -  can do."

The movements of his fingers against your clit quickened; his glorious tongue exploring every nook and cranny, no inch left untasted. The fingers previously your mouth now driving into your pussy at such speed your legs shook. He took his index finger and thumb and pinched your overstimulated clit, wrapping and sucking his lips around the sensitive bud.

"Frankie! What are you doing to me! Oh my God!"  

Your body jolted as you felt a massive outpouring of your juices, reaching the pinnacle of desire. A loud wail trailed out of your throat; the pleasure hitting you like a freight train. You held your hands up near your face, shaking, trembling, looking down at the frenzy between your legs.

"Good girl! Best pussy I've ever tasted."  He stood up, wiping your mess off his face - it was everywhere - with the back of his hand and licking it off. "That was fuckin' incredible. Gonna fuck you now. You earned it. Ready?" 

You nodded, breathless, fighting for air after what you'd just experienced. "Pl-please. I'm always ready for you, My Love."

Your scenery changed in a flash. Frankie flipped you around to where you were now facing the shower wall; your stomach and chest pressed against the cold, wet tile. He stood behind you, his hands on your hips, his cock nudging your entrance.  

"Put your palms against the wall, Baby. Stick your ass out. Spread those legs for me."

You followed instructions. He kept one hand on your hip, the other gripping your shoulder as he thrust into your drenched pussy with a low, rough grunt. He began pounding into you without giving you a chance to adjust to his length, knocking even more air out of your lungs. 

"Fuck  yes, Baby. This is how I always wanted to fuck you. All those nights I stayed over and fucked my fist to the thought of you. This is what I imagined us doing."  

All you could do was close your eyes and moan at what you were hearing. You knew he jerked off many times when he spent the night at your apartment. He is a man, after all. But never in a million years did you think it was you getting him off.

"Frankie...oh fuck..." His thrusts were endless. You reached behind you to touch him, eager to feel hot, wet skin and muscle beneath your fingers. He grabbed your hand and pressed it back in its place against the wall.

"No, no, Baby. Keep your hands where I can see them."

Your eyes shot open as one of his great hands came in contact with your ass with a loud, wet slap, causing your body to lurch forward.

That's gonna leave a mark. 

"Oh, shit!" You glanced back at him over your shoulder, keeping your hands in place.  

"Umm....Frankie? What...was...that?"

"You know what it was." He slapped your ass again, this time on the other cheek. You squeezed your eyes shut and bit your lip as the pain bloomed across your body. You didn't want to admit it but the stinging sensation felt spectacular; so much better than the playful slaps he gave you when you were just friends.

"Fuck yes! More, Frankie, more! Please!" 

"Ah, so you do like having your beautiful ass spanked. Filthy girl." He obliged, slapping your ass harder than before; his thrusts never ceasing. He still gripped your shoulder, fingers digging into your flesh. "Come on. Move, Baby, move," he demanded. "Don't make me do all the work." 

You weren't exactly clear on what he meant at first, or what was bringing on this behavior. But you'd be damned if you denied you liked it. Your countless fantasies about him almost always involved him dominating you, spanking you, tying you up, making you beg for him, calling you dirty names, doing nasty, obscene, disgusting things to you, putting you in positions that would make even a contortionist shudder. In reality, your sweet Frankie would never be into such things. He would be downright embarrassed at what you wanted him to do to you. 

Apparently, you were wrong. 

You looked back at him, confused.

"I...I...don't...uh...what?" 

Both hands moved to your sides and pulled you closer to him, making back and forth motions. 

"Like this, Baby. Come on, don't be shy."  His saccharine voice set your mind at ease. "Let me and help me take good care of you."  

Realizing what he was asking you to do you rocked your body back into him, taking him fully all the way to the base; coarse, wet hairs tickling your ass.  Frankie trailed his fingers up and down your spine; those large hands so soft it felt like he wasn't even touching you at all. 

"Yeah, Baby. Just like that. Show me how I'm making you feel."

Your impassioned mewls and sighs increased as you moved back and forth faster, your ass crashing into his hips making him groan and pant. Even through the bellow of the falling water you could hear the inappropriate sounds of your wet bodies smacking against one another. You threw your head back, not caring that the tepid stream was hitting you directly in the face. 

"Frankie...I've never done it this way...you feel...so...fucking...good."

His cock gliding against your walls, along with the fact he was doing things to you that you'd only dreamed about, had you gasping for the breath he had taken away from you.

 "So do you, Baby. So goddamn tight. Jesus fuckin' Christ." 

He coiled his hands through your hair giving it a gentle tug, looking down at the junction of your bodies. "God I missed this pussy. I never want to go this long without it again." 

"Me too, My Love."  You uttered a pleased hum. "God I love the way your cock feels inside of me. My pussy felt so empty without it."

He chuckled. "Tell me something, Baby. Do you always want to be fucked like this?"

Nodding was the only response you could give; words stolen by sobs and wails as he moved his hips against your ass faster. 

"Did you mean it when you said you'd do anything for me?"

Nod. 

"Were you being truthful in saying you'd always dreamed of belonging to me?"

Nod.

He slapped your ass once more, a hand still in your hair, making you shriek as he tugged harder.

"Words, Baby!" Slap. "Vocalize!" Slap. "I need to hear you say it!" Slap.

You were definitely going to have handprints on your ass later.

"Yes!"  You wheezed. "My Love, Yes! I want to belong to you! Fucking own me!" 

The way you moaned those last two words made him laugh. "You want me to own you, you say?"

"Yes!" you answered without hesitation. "In every sense of the word!"

His lips curled into a pleased smile. "Good girl. That's the answer I was expecting."  He let go of your hair and spun you around to where you were now facing him.

"Hold on to me, Baby. It's okay, I got you." He placed his hands under your thighs and picked you up effortlessly, pinning you against the shower wall with his body. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your ankles crossed, one arm flung around his neck, the other clutching his shoulder. Within seconds he was back inside you fucking you like his life depended on it, his vigorous thrusting forcing your body up and down, lifting, falling. His face deposited in your neck, licking, kissing, sucking every inch of skin between your neck and shoulder. You tilted your head back, eyes closed, mouth open, desperate cries filling your tiny bathroom. You're so full of him, his cock so deep inside you touching every nerve, every tendril, every fiber, every corner. The head of him pressing the switch within you that made you lose all modesty, all control. 

"Oh, God, yes! Harder, My Love! Harder!"  You were basically shouting the words. "Fuck me like you own me!"

He growled and hissed in your ear as the brutality of his thrusts intensified. His fingers and hands squeezing your skin so tightly you were certain you'd be left with marks, bruises, fingerprints. The pain, the pleasure; it was all equally too much and not enough. It was fucking magnificent; leaving your mind in shambles. 

"Yes, Baby, yes!" he panted. I fuckin' love hearing you talk this way. So fuckin' dirty."

He was now looking at you, eyes hazy with pleasure, mouth open. "Gonna cum soon, Baby. Where do you want it? Inside?" 

"Yes!"  You cried, locking your eyes with his. "You don't need permission! Just fuckin' do it!  Cum inside me, please!"

A smile spread across his lips, a satisfied twinkle gleaming in his eye. "You are so fuckin' perfect, Baby, I swear. Fuckin' made for me."  He put an index finger in his mouth and, without warning, pushed it repeatedly inside your asshole -while still fucking you into oblivion.

"Frankie!" You practically screamed his name.  "That's...oh fuck...what the fuck! That's too much! I can't-"

 "-You can take it, Baby. I know you can. Show me. Don't hold back."

No way was he going to make you cum twice. That was impossible; only something you'd seen in movies and TV. Something that always suspends your disbelief, making you scoff and roll your eyes. But this?  Imminent. You were going to have multiple orgasms in one night for the first time ever in your life. Then he stuck another finger inside your ass. And that was it; the shot of adrenaline straight to the heart, the needle bursting the tiny pleasure-filled bubble in your stomach, the surge of electricity pulsing through your veins. You wrapped your arms tighter around his neck , fingertips kneading, clawing into the flesh of his back holding on for dear life. 

Frankie gave one last forceful buck of his hips as he spilled into you, an orchestra of explicit noises and words coming from the both of you. You could feel the concoction of warm liquids between your thighs shooting up into you like fireworks. Your vision was now a swirling sea of unrecognizable colors. Your head collapsed on his shoulder, his chin on yours, chests heaving against each other's, breaths coming and going in quick intervals. 

"I love you so much, Frankie" you finally managed to say after what seemed like an eternity of silence. "You make me feel things I had no idea I could feel."

You felt him smile against your neck. "I love you too, Baby. I always knew I'd be the one to broaden your horizons."

You embraced him tighter running your hands up and down his back. "I never wanted anyone like this. It's all brand new to me."

"Likewise, Baby." Frankie removed his hands from the back of your thighs and set you on your feet. You felt like a newborn fawn, legs wobbly, unable to keep your balance. You both laughed as you held on to his forearms for support until you could stand on your own.  He shut the water off and opened the sliding glass door, stepping out onto the white feathery bath mat.

"Meet me in the living room after you're dressed," he said as he grabbed a towel off the bathroom door hook and gathered his clothes off the floor. "I have a surprise for you."

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After changing into leggings and a spaghetti-strap shirt, you found Frankie sitting on the sofa, his phone in one hand, thumb swiping up and down in quick strokes, dark bottle of beer in the other taking long swigs, eyes never leaving the device screen. His jeans were zipped but unbuttoned, unfastened belt hanging loosely between his legs. His red T-shirt clung to his still-damp skin, portraying each sculpted muscular detail, his moist capless hair an unkempt mess, strands pointing in every direction. You stood at the end of the hallway watching him, leaning your shoulder against the wall, staring, struggling to process what had just taken place in your shower. You had difficulty wrapping your head around the fact that it actually happened; not in one of your fantasy scenarios. Frankie Morales, who you've wanted since the first day you laid eyes on him, was now your lover, your partner; your companion. The one who showed you pleasures you didn't know you wanted or needed. The one who unlocked your passion and freed your mind to explore the depths of your darkest sexual desires.

Your lover.  That sounded so forbidden, so taboo.

Frankie looked up from his phone and gave you a smile, his eyes lighting up when he saw you. "There's my girl. You disappeared from me. I didn't think you'd come back."  He took another sip of beer and set the bottle on the coffee table. "Come on over here so I can give you your surprise." 

You took the empty seat next to him. He reached into his duffel bag and pulled out a small, flat purple gift box wrapped in pink ribbon and placed it in your hands. 

"This is for you, Baby. Open it."

"You bought me a gift?" 

He nodded, his eyes wide and full of anticipation, an anxious smile across his lips. "Of course. You're my girl. I need to spoil you."

Inside was a thin, black leather choker necklace adorned with numerous diamond-shaped crystals. A sterling silver heart pendant hung from a small chain on the facade, and it fastened like a belt in the back. You didn't wear much jewelry, earrings occasionally. He knew this, which made it a little unclear as to why this would be a gift choice. But you found it to be beautiful. Elegant. Racy.

After a few moments it hit you; the purpose of the gift. You were his. He owns you. You belong to him. He wants it to be shown. 

"Frankie, it's lovely. But...I don't wear neck-."

"-You do now," he interrupted. "I want you to wear it as a symbol of my ownership of you. You want to be mine in every possible way? Wearing this necklace will seal that deal."

You stared at the piece of jewelry in your hands, trying to believe what you had just heard; your mind devoid of words.

He scooted closer to you, putting a hand under your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. "If you think it's excessive, Baby, you don't-"

"-Yes", you answered. "I'll wear it and I'll never take it off. Whatever it takes to make you happy, My Love, I'll do it." You took the accessory out of its box, ready to put it on. Frankie eagerly took it from your hands, his eyes lighting up. "Please, let me do it."

He leaned forward reaching across you to fasten the choker, his cheek brushing against yours, lips next to your ear. "You know what this means, don't you?" He whispered once the necklace was fully around your neck.  A hand trailed down your body, between your legs, inside your panties. "This pussy-this body-is mine now."  His fingers started rubbing at your clit, making you cry out. "I can do whatever I want with it. Clear?"

You nodded, eyes fluttering closed. "Fraaannnkkkiiiiieeee..."

"Remember those rules I mentioned earlier?"  His lips were still against your ear. "About being a good girl and getting punished for being bad?  You must follow them now that you're wearing this necklace. You must obey."

He slipped a finger inside you, moving the digit so rapidly you could hear the vulgar squelching noises, making you squirm. You grabbed his arm. "Frankie!"  you moaned. "Yes! I'll do whatever you say, My Love! I'm all yours!"

He grinned, his eyes rich with contentment. His lips crashed into yours, tongue delving into your mouth. Your arms found their way around his neck, your legs moving onto the sofa so you could lie on your back outstretched.  Frankie lowered himself onto you, positioning himself between your legs, still dressed, lips never leaving yours, still fingering you like it would be a crime if he stopped, making you hum and whimper. The other hand caressed your still-clothed thigh and leg.

"Gonna cum for me again, are you, Baby?"  he asked against your lips. "Are you gonna squirt all over my-"  

There was a knock at the door, making Frankie stop the delicious makeout session and look up in confusion.  He looked down at you, also perplexed.

"Expecting company?"

You shook your head.

Another knock, this time much louder. 

"Want me to see who it is?" 

"No, I'll get it." You stood up and made your way to the door located right next to the sofa.  You opened it, and the color drained out of your face. Your heart sank. 

There she was. Fucking. Erica. Hands pressed on her hips, looking as perfectly put together as always. Black hair,  flawless makeup, tight dress, menacing green eyes. The only difference from when you last saw her was now she looked like there had been way too much time spent in a tanning bed and too many collagen injections in her lips. She impatiently tapped her high-heeled foot on the outside concrete floor, her mouth sewn into an angry frown. 

"Where is he?" Her voice was eerily stern, lacking emotion. "I know Francisco is here somewhere. Where the fuck is he?!"

You put your finger up. "First of all, Erica, hello to you too. Second, don't come at me with that attitude. Third, what makes you think he would be here?"

Erica rolled her eyes, huffing out an annoyed sigh. "Because his fucking truck is parked out front, dumbass." 

"Don't you fuckin' dare speak to her like that." Frankie growled as he walked up next to you, casually throwing his arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to him. "You lookin' for me, Erica? Well, here I am. The hell do you want?"

Erica's eyes switched between you and Frankie, looking you both up and down, noticing your still wet locks, flushed cheeks, his shirt worn inside out and unbuttoned jeans. She shook her head, her eyes on the ground, sarcastic laughter seeping through her lips. 

"Unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable. You two fucked, didn't you?"

Frankie cleared his throat. "You shouldn't ask questions to which you  know the answers."

She cut her eyes to you. "I suppose you think he's your boyfriend now? That he loves you?"

"Erica, I'm not gonna ask you again." Frankie piped in before you could give her an answer. "Why. The. Fuck. Are. You. Here?" 

His acerbic tone made you take a step an inch away but he still kept his arm on your shoulder. You looked at him while he kept his eyes on Erica. His brow furrowed, lips pursed, jaw tightened, veins in his neck made their appearance, heavy breathing commenced through his nose. His other hand formed into a fist.

Erica pointed a manicured accusatory finger at him. "You. You son-of-a-bitch. You and I need to talk."

(To Be Continued....)

#pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales #frankie morales smut #frankie morales x you #frankie morales fanfic #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales fic #frankie morales x f!reader #francisco morales #francisco catfish morales #pedro pascal fanfic #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfic #I love me some Frankie Morales #smutty #omg i love him so much #Frankie Morales dirty #this took me 3 months to finish #please enjoy #please forgive me #holy hell #what have i done #i love this man #he's so easy to write about #Frankie my love #beautiful man #hot #this man will be the death of me

[dollsuguru]

?????( KAIRO????????? YOU CAN’T CASUALLY MENTION KING!SUGU/KNIGHT!READER AND THEN MOVE ON I’M ABT TO EXPLODE 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

ok but “call off your dog” is THEEE dynamic ever to me actually like it’s so good …. that feral devotion…. reader being like his attack dog…… i’m just thinking abt this vine 😭😭 the dog is knight!reader the owner is king!sugu and satoru is the one abt to get bitten LMAOOO

I’M GONNA HAVE TO HEAR MORE DETAILS ON THEIR DYNAMIC FROM U THOUGH PLSPLS I’M ON MY HANDS AND KNEES :’3

YOU’RE SO RIGHT ABT THAT DYNAMIC gojo is a squealer, suguru’s an instigator, & reader is just :3 BARK

& KDKDKDKDKD LISTEN IT’S SOMETHING I THOUGHT ABT A WHILE AGO ONLY MOMENTARILY but i will say king!geto infiltrates my thoughts from time to time </3

omfg i haven’t really thought of the lore of this au in depth 😭 i just know i wanted it to be feral violent dark devotion <3 just very intense and raw but VERY genuine like there’s genuine love there that makes them soooooo insane <3 i think the idea of king!geto is just delicious…

there’s rumors across the kingdom where the now king!geto murdered his parents in cold blood in order to usurp the throne (is this real or not? who knows? not me…) to those he dislikes/who dislike him: he’s a cunning king… sly… manipulative… calculating… tactically/strategically intelligent… he’s like a viper <3 venomous serpent fangs ready to strike when the opportunity presents itself, his fangs leaving ragged bloody raw bite marks in his opponent’s necks where they simply won’t ever survive // on the flip side/more human side he’s a young king after all so in the privy of his castle/palace he’s a bratty, huffy, dramatic king :> a funny lil twist from the demure, elegant, alluring king that the townspeople see

BUT on the opposite end for those he adores/adore him: he always looks out for them! he really does LOVE his people i think the reason that he’s SO beloved is because he wants to create a better world for his subjects! he’s kind, caring, & always has their best interests in heart! he keeps them safe, he goes into the town to speak to vendors/assess how to help them, & then plays with the little children (nanako mimiko megumi yuji & yuuta are especially fond of the king and he’s especially fond of them <3 they’re all his little babies <3)

as for knight!reader… omfg insane human i love them. they’re like if a wolf, raven, & a panther had a baby. just a rugged/morally grey/sick sick sick individual 😭 i think in the beginning their devotion stems not necessarily from Love for suguru & the royal family but from the Love of fighting/killing! they were a ward of the infamous assassin toji zen’in and worked under the tutelage of king ryomen sukuna, a tyrannical & heinous king. they have a scar that runs from their left eyebrow down their eye on the middle of their cheek courtesy of sukuna </3 they’re like an undomesticated dog who needs to be reared in through trial & error, strictness, & punishment.

and you may think… What The Hell are they doing as suguru’s knight then??? 🤔🤨

well if you saw a single knight take down an army of bandits all by their lonesome wouldn’t you be intrigued…? regardless of anything you know that they’re CAPABLE & able to PROTECT. which is the most important thing <3 the perfect duo: a king who already has a screw loose in his head and a knight who never had any screws in their head to begin with <3

basically knight!reader is a fan of the hunt more than anything <3 imagine them walking towards suguru all bloody with a wild glint in their eyes and a massive smirk… suguru for once in his life found someone/something he can’t control…

… but suguru likes a challenge and he likes to tame <3 reader isn’t a brat, they’re just so feral & need to be put on a leash for their own benefit/the benefit of those around them <3 he wants to domesticate this undomesticated dog and train them properly. my knight!reader is the type to submit willingly but only to those they respect.

that’s why the “call off your dog” aspect is so delicious to me……… reader is so feral and violent and always has their fangs bared, their canines sharp & bloodied. and suguru is always holding their leash, ready to draw them back or ready to tell them to “attack.” it’s all based off of suguru’s whims & orders at the end of the day. knight!reader bows only for suguru and suguru alone <3

sidenote suguru & his knight have like . sadomasochistic tendencies . not necessarily Sexual vibes but like……… the knight is quite masochistic & suguru is quite sadistic (to each other… but they love it… another facet of their Sick dark weird devotion towards one another)

and also by dark devotion i mean reader is on their knees with suguru’s knuckles against their lips, the epitome of: “let me kill for you. let me bloody my hands, let me show my love in this way, in a violent way, the only way i know how.” and suguru cradles them like a father would a baby: “let me tame you. i’ll bark out the orders and you’ll follow through. because you devote yourself to me. and because i love you. i will show you my love through control & intense passion, the only way i know how.”

also i have a Certain Scene in my head that ultimately showcases their love for one another and i’ll just say it here bc i don’t think i’m writing this story anytime soon and i know i’ll forget if i don’t write it down 😭 but after a battle or smthn reader comes back bloodied and scarred and for once in his life suguru feels genuine fear. it’s unbecoming of a noble king to carry someone who is Designed to Protect him to his personal bath, but he does so regardless. i think one of the MOST intimate things is to give someone a bath… and he does that. he’s no longer a king and you’re no longer a knight… he’s a worried young man who bandages & bathes you, who needs to take care of his beloved by doting on them oh-so carefully & oh-so softly. it’s almost like a purification process for both of these characters too.

and then suguru sees something on the knight’s body… it looks like a tattoo but it’s a brand (think of sukuna’s markings but along the knight’s stomach & back) suguru then really looks at the knight and realizes that… this person is just so tired. weary. young. they enjoy the hunt but they’ve always existed to serve others, to protect others, to take the punishment so others don’t have to…

i think he gains an extra layer of respect for reader and is almost… sad? i think he thinks abt if they met under different circumstances would they still be tied to one another? had he been a teacher and had reader been a butcher — would the devotion still be there? and then he catches the knight’s eyes staring into his… and he’s positive. 100% certain. no matter the era no matter the circumstance no matter which lifetime they’re in — the intensity of their raw devotion towards one another withstands the test of time. also TRUST the knuckle kisses that the knight gives suguru are soooooo reverent

BUT yeah blah blah blah this sets up the NEXT scene which would be suguru giving reader a hickey in the bath (his own form of branding) and sukuna sees it the next day 😹 like “oh? you took my little rottweiler puppy and made them a refined wolf… good for you.”

i’m all over the place but ESSENTIALLY that’s the gist of it all 😭 there’s SOOOOO much more lore/twists/turns and such the further i think abt the story but omfg……….. you know what maybe i will write this soon 🫡 they’re my beloveds

#asks #ari tag <3 #intense dark devotion >>> anything else #i haven’t thought TOO much abt king!geto x knight!reader but i do Eventually wanna write them bc they’re both insane freaks i love Them #this is a totally different story compared to my empress!reader x concubine!geto fic #but yeah another story added to the WIP list… omfg i have so many now #vampire!priest geto + samurai!geto + concubine!geto + morticia!geto… i Love them all <3 #OOOOH AND MY HOMME FATALE!GETO… who’s a spy & assassin… a spysassin if you will… MHMMM #BUT OMG RN i gotta work on curator!geto & prof!geto omg this just reminded me 😭 #ALSO ARI I’M SO EXCITED FOR ANY WIPS YOU HAVE 🫡🫡🫡 mwah just deliciousness everywhere <3 #snippets

[rosyredlipstick]

i just wrote the epilogue for the space fic and. oh my god. i cried. i cant believe i cried. omg.

#i think it was more of just “wow. oh my god. they've come so far. IVE come so far. omg.” and then tears #the only time ive ever cried at something ive written was during stars and the nothing and i was working through some STUFF #also to be clear the next chapter is no where NEAR being done i work on these completely out of order haha <3 #i really really really do love this fic <3 #and im going to miss it so much !!! #space fic

[goldenhypen]

heyyy girl !! idk if you know this but there's a user copying your drabbles on tiktok

or it's you? i really want to know so I'll report it or not

i saw this user also copying other fics from here (tumblr)

BROOOO OMG ok wait before i get all heated about this ahaha THANK YOU for letting me know. agh this is such a frustrating issue and i rlly appreciate you reporting it to me. the only platform i post my works on is tumblr so if you ever see fics that are mine outside of tumblr they’re definitely not me and i appreciate you reporting it to me right away. thank you for taking the time to lmk.

if you can report them that would be amazing !! tysm !!

IMPORTANT REMINDER THAT THINGS YOU SEE CREATED BY OTHERS ARE NOT YOURS OR MEANT TO BE STOLEN AND USED TO SEEK YOUR OWN CREDIT so to those who even think about plagiarizing other ppl’s hard work, PLEASE learn from these mistakes and don’t ever do it again. it’s so rude and disrespectful, taking others work and using it as your own. and you’ll be caught in the end for it anyways so i don’t see the benefit here tbh 🤷🏻‍♀️ this plagiarizing behaviour is ridiculous.

before you even think about doing it, put yourself in ppl like me—my shoes and think about how it would feel to get your hard work used to be someone else’s and they get credit for your hard work. this piece was smth i LOVED and it brought sm joy to me making it and seeing you guys love it too. but now, i’m just disgusted.

#AND THE FACT THAT ITS NOT ONLY MY FICS #UGH #i literally love that fic sm and like the work we put into these kind of things just for ppl to STEAL THEM AND POST THEM AS THEIR OWN IS SOO #FRUSTRATING #like it makes me SO SAD TRULY #like it’s SO rude and disrespectful #how does it feel good to get praise for smth that’s not even yours 😭 #it’s a lose lose situation 😭 #BRO WHY ARE PPL LIKE THIS #IM ACTUALLY SO DONE #PPL HAVE TO STOP #CUZ BELIEVE IT OR NOT #THE WORK YOU SEE CREATED BY OTHER PEOPLE ISNT YOURS !!!!! #wow omg that’s so crazy 😱😱😱😱 #ugh so done w these plagiarists #just imagine putting so much love and effort into smth you created and worked so hard on just for someone to steal it and use it as theirs #ITS RIDICULOUS #em answers #4townn <3 #i srsly appreciate you telling me tysm 🫶🏻

[ele-sme]

I would like...

And another sip down.

The music is loud, everyone is dancing or watching people dance meanwhile getting drunk.

Neteyam and Spider are not less than everyone else.

Sitting a little farther behind, they watch the dancers doing their dances.

And the two mans laugh at how funny they look meanwhile dancing.

Another sip down on the Neteyam behalf.

"Hey, ya'know that tattoo on your torso doesn't fit you at all" Spider says to his dearest friend, who responds with a grumpy huff like when he was a kid.

"And i don't like the one on your back, but here we are" Neteyam responds sharply.

Spider pulls his mask out and another sip down.

He clumsy put it back, but Neteyam had to check to make sure it was put well.

He of course had to check twice, the first time his eyes didn't focus.

"What time is it?" The blonde asks, and Neteyam eyes darts to the sky.

The look of the dark sky, and the bioluminescence in the fullest allowed him to know. Well, he's drunk so he half knows.

"Emh..past midnight for sure, i would say one am" he responds

Another sip

" 'i am'? What do you mean? You are? Are you the time?" Spider asks confused

Neteyam snorts out annoyed by the other, who was playing a prank on him.

"Not 'i am' i said 'am' stop being an idiot" Neteyam said

"Man, you can't even play these times" Spider said laying down on the soft sand under them.

"Agh you an idiot" Neteyam groans frustrated by something unclear.

"And you being a dick, if you continue i would like to kick your ass" Spider replays

Neteyam chuckles and lays down, next to his friend.

"Would? Not will" he jokes and Spider smirks at how stupid the would sound when it was an actual threat "Would you like me to grant you the permission to kick my ass?"

"No, i would like you to grant me the permission for.." Spider stops mid-sentence, causing Neteyam to frown.

"You would like to? What would you like me to grant you?" He asks curios

Spider looks away, his face becoming of a slight pink.

"I tell you what i would like to do then" Neteyam says, and he grabs hold of Spider chin making the other look at him.

"I would like to kiss you, right now as we talk, even infront of all the clan, fuck, I'm considering making you my mate infront of all the clan" he says, then he leaves Spider's chin alone and takes his hand to the wooden cup.

Another sip.

Spider's eyes are wide, he did not expect that for sure.

Maybe a little?

He's to drunk to reflect on that.

"Is that what you wanted to say?" Neteyam asks as soon as he finishes drinking, prearhs the whole alcohol there was left.

Spider gulps before responding "no, i actually wanted to say that i would like to kiss your ass if you grant me permission, but i mean in the very sense of the word" he says faking a nonchalant tone meanwhile inside he was dying.

Fortunately for him Neteyam was too.

But he still decides to say what he thought, because, well he was indeed more drunk than Spider, he could blame all of it on that if it ended bad.

Neteyam set up, and he was followed by Spider.

He smirked down at the blonde before saying.

"Should we then go to my marui to do both?" The na'vi asked and the human was quick to nod.

A little staggering, they went towards Neteyam's marui.

The night was about to become crazy indeed.

#wrote at 3 am #idk #idk how to tag this #im editing this the morning after and...bohhh #proofread it only once #i literally saw the spot of a bear and then wrote this #omg Germany is having a school shooting rn?! i was tagging and they said it on tv! gosh... #anyway i have cold #i love them so much #tiny nocorro #nocorro hint #i am in my nocorro era omg #nocorro #i need more nocorro fics in my life #ahhh yes nocorro

[jukeboxhound]

Rating: M (violent imagery, dark themes) Pairing: Vash/Wolfwood Summary:

Lina playfully nudges at Vash with her shoulder, which barely clears his elbow, and Vash tilts his head away until Wolfwood can’t see his expression through the fall of his hair. Wolfwood feels his skin crawl with the urge to…to do something. Put a hand against Vash’s chest to double-check that his heart still beats inhumanly fast. Push his fingers through yellow hair so he can see blue skies again. Grab Vash by the shoulders and yell, scream, demand, Why did you leave? “A blessing,” Wolfwood echoes mildly, and takes a sip of water. (Or: Two years after Knives assaulted Vash and Vash destroyed both Knives and JuLai, Wolfwood’s search for Vash ends in a small, backwoods little church with a young woman and a seemingly amnesiac man. Legato isn’t far behind.)

Written for the @vashwoodbigbang 2023 with @kerbearos' lovely art. 🖤

#trigun stampede #tristamp fic #vashwood #vashwood fic #trigun #jukebox fic #the last time i did a BB was 11 years ago and it's going to be at least that long before i do it again 😭 #i always forget how stressful it is to write so much on a deadline omg #never sign up for a BB when you're also going to school/working fulltime/switching to a new job position/having health issues like. goddamn #thankfully the mods are lovely and were very understanding of my need for an extension so thank you <3

[rosiethedragongeek]

So um… I did a thingy:

Snotlout watched as Drago screamed Bloody Mary at his poor dragon causing Hookfang to bow down slowly, he cried out his poor dragon's name as Drago put a foot down over his snout! Snotlout begged for him to stop, but the monster of a man didn’t listen.

He looked at Eret as the muscular man was being interrogated but his face of traitorous rage turned to confusion as he saw just how terrified the man was.

Astrid butt in ranting about Berk’s tracking dragons as Eret desperately tried to motion for her to stop. After what he’d heard, Drago ordered his army to stop all preparations, they were going to take down the ‘nest’ and then… go after Berk! 

Snotlout snapped back to his senses as he realized they had taken some of his secret knives, but definitely not all of them. He discretely reached inside his secret pocket of his leggings as they walked the ship, away from Drago, and pulled out a knife… he cut at his bindings carefully until he was loose! He began talking confidently.

“Y’know Eret… as traitorous as you’ve been I have to hand it to you, you're a very skilled fighter.” Eret looked extremely baffled as did the rest of the group. The recruits eyed him suspiciously, but brushed it off as delirium. Snotlout continued.

“I mean you could probably work with anything right? An ax, a spear, a knife…” Now everyone was extremely confused as he put extra emphasis on the small weapon. Eret was catching on.

“Sure…?” He stated

“And I bet you could wrestle anything!” He said his next words slowly, eyeing Eret, who smirked. “A bear, a dragon, a DUCK!” He shouted as he threw his knife at Eret, allowing him to free himself.  Eret began attacking immediately, swapping the knife for two spears from a knocked out soldier using them to free the others. Snotlout jumped into the fray, attacking endlessly.

Eventually the troops were all unconscious or dead and everyone rushed to the dragon traps to rescue their dragons. Snotlout bolted to the largest trap secretly, where he hoped his monstrous nightmare was.

—/—

Snotlout opened the cage and jumped down to see a chained down, bone dry, monstrous nightmare.

“HOOKY!” He whispered. “What did they do to you! They must’ve taken away your gel huh?” The short Viking cooed his poor dragon. “I promise we’re going to eat like kings when we get home! Promise!” Hookfang looked up a little, gratefully. 

“Alright let’s get you out hmm?” Snotlout smirked as he unchained his dragon watching as he slowly stood and right has he thought they were going to leave, the noir rtte was scooped by his dragon and gently nuzzled for a long time, play wrestling and bringing the Viking to tears that his best friend was here. 

Snotlout touched his snout and Hookfang recoiled. Shifting back a few feet.

“Hooky…?” Snotlout immediately realized the problem. “Hookfang! I promise it’s me! Not Drago!” They both flinched at the e name.

“I swear Fangster, no one with any sense will ever do that to you again!” He walked gently and quietly to his dragon, reaching out his hand to his snout looking away.

Snotlout had never known what it was like to be Hiccup… but in that moment, the fear of rejection and death that would follow if this didn’t work, suddenly made him feel sorry all over again for how he’d treated the future chief.

But then, Hookfang hesitantly moved his snout to connect with his rider’s hands. Snotlout nearly melted at the touch, tears coming to his eyes.

The dragon pulled back and for a second, the noir rtte worried he’d done something wrong until he was flipped in the air, landing on Hookfang’s saddle! 

The nightmare squeaked at him and Snotlout patted him reassuringly.

“Don’t worry, I won’t mention anything to the others!” He rolled his eyes as Hooky purred in agreement. Snotlout smirked.

“Now, LET’S GO KICK DRAGO’S ASS!” He roared and Hookfang darted out of the trap and onto the battlefield where the other riders were soon to join them. 

“TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH SNOTLOUT!” Astrid shouted over the wind, Eret attempting to ride Stormfly directly infringe of her.

“Teaching on the fly! I like it!” He stated sarcastically, 

“but yeah we needed a bit of… catch up time.” 

Astrid shrugged and the two went their separate ways destroying all the traps that dare cross the riders.

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

I love this so freakin much you have no idea. Snotlout and Hookfang's relationship is one of my favorite dragon/rider relationships in the entire franchise but it doesn't get a whole lot of attention outside of a few episodes of the tv shows (which I love) but it is so refreshing to see the little interactions and moments that they totally had in the time spanned by the movies too.

This is just so good. I love Hookfang being apprehensive and scared and Snotlout softly comforting him and reminding him that he would never hurt him. I love Snotlout being the one to turn the tables on Drago's minions and to start setting them all free.

It's kinda like the characterizations of Snotlout and Hooky was pulled from RTTE to HTTYD 2 and it is so freakin good

#thank you for showing me this omg #i've read it like 3 times now lol #may sound a little redundant but i love it so much it's so good #this is awesome #if you write anything else i'd LOVE to see it omg #httyd fic #httyd fic rec #httyd #snotlout #hookfang #snotlout and hookfang #snotlout & hookfang #thank you for the ask <3

[tonberry-yoda]

I’m not sure if your matchups are open or not, I saw two posts saying conflicting things but I would love one if they are!

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss would be my preferred fandoms

About me: I use He/Him, Im Bi with a preference for males but Im fine with a platonic match if that’s easier

I’m a very rambly person with quite a short attention span. I’m quite the daydreamer, to the point where it may be a problem, but I always make sure I’m paying attention to someone I deem important. I tend to speak in either rather technical terms, and I make a lot of outward gestures as I have trouble emoting often. Also, my love language is gifts !

Some extra info: I love arcade games and horror, space, and I generally listen to 2000s pop or showtunes, songs that are heard to get out of your head. I generally want a partner who can put up with me and pay attention to the little things about me. Just being known and listened to is pretty important to me.

OMG AFTER REREADING THIS I LITERALLY HAVE THE PERFECT MAN FOR YOU OMFG!!!!! like i cant get over how perfect this is. so ill skip right to it!

the character I chose for you is...

STOLAS GOETIA!!

LIKE HOW PERFECT IS THIS?!??!?

you like space? he LOVES space!

you want to be listened to? talk away because this little owl is always willing to listen

you like men? HE LIKES MEN

like this is perfect

he would love giving and getting gifts, so y'all always make it a thing to get each other something every once and a while and it always means a lot to the both of you

speaking in technical terms is this owl's thing so he's always goo goo eyeing when you do lmaoooo

SHOWTUNES OMG!! y'all would be singing those at the top of your lungs together

he loves that you're talkative, it helps him fall in love more

like y'all could talk for HOURS fr

he's just so in love with you

you treat him well and that has him over the moon... literally

like vs. stella, you are the best thing that has happened in his life

and if you make time to spend with his daughter, he will literally die

he knows youre the perfect one for him and it's so cute omg

~~~

matchup rules --- pinned post

@tonberry-yoda

#look at me and my perfect matchups frfr #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #<3 #like honestly i cannot get over this #also im a sucker for this owl so youre lucky #matchup #matchups #stolas #stolas goetia #stolas x reader #stolas goetia x reader #helluva boss #helluva boss x reader #i seriously need to write a fic for this bird omg #hope you loved it as much as i do

[sparklingchim]

um im having some thoughts/opinions about both characters in ylm which is;

i feel like it’s always the man who can neglect their partner bc of their ex (and i could care less if she was polite or not you’re an ex for a reason know your place. women are not stupid) and then proceeded to think they can be forgiven but the moment the woman turns around and does the same she’s desperate or wants attention? i mean if jk can’t prioritize his wife over his ex (again that’s so fucked up like they’re both in the wrong here. he doesn’t even have feelings for his ex bc even if he did he would’ve already left that’s what a man in love would do no?) then yeah he is no „man“ he is a boy who finds it cool to have the attention of two women and bruh i would never let a man walk over me like that. i feel like yeah at some point he has „love“ (lmao) for her but only to get his way which is cliché for every man’s mistakes so i don’t trust him at all. he has a responsibility and so does his ex yes it’s mainly jk‘s fault bc he is the one who’s married but you can’t tell me that his ex is „polite“ and never once thought „yknow what why does he stay so late when he has a wife isn’t this disrespectful he’s married etc etc“ also please even if he told her lies we‘re talking about a woman here we‘re not that stupid to place two and two together.

for oc?

hmm i feel like she’s naive and not brave but i mean what can you expect from a person who gives their all and wants the outcome to be positive so bad by trying multiple times? been there done that. so i feel like she gets manipulated easily which means she is easy (sorry not sorry if jk came home to me and thought he could sleep next to me or with me after showing up late for the past two weeks girl i would’ve been at my moms house not coming back till him and his ex apologized to my face while my whole family would be in the room (would like to see the humiliation on both of their faces)) it’s like she’s too dependent on him. it’s also the little hints you gave us away with „i pretend that i don’t care about the public’s opinion but i do“ n what not so i feel like she was never truly happy or comfortable in their relationship to express her true feelings to her partner without fearing what they would say/do and that’s enough for me to know that he never truly made an effort it was always her. i also feel like age has nothing to do with their relationship i mean you can be very wise from a very young age doesn’t mean you have to be 30 for it because most of these grown ups like jk don’t even know what it takes to be a man he’s the childish one to be honest.

- sorry for writing so much!! 😔 loved the story and you can tell it makes us talk about the what „if‘s“ so thank you again for being so talented and sharing your story with us im exited for the future projects or updates! 💗💗💗

oc is def too dependent on jungkook !! we'll see more of that in future chapters!! she just always had people guiding her through her life n doesn't know how to do things alone n especially being alone, struggles a lot w that actually !!

#oc is me </3 #anywayy #thank u so much for this ask!!! #made my day actually <3 #don't apologise omg i love u so much for sending this in !!! 🫂 #i love reading ur thoughts n theories n it makes me v excited to share the next chapter !!! #thank u for taking ur time writing this 🫂 mwah mwahhh #darly asks #anon #fic: you're losing me

[non-un-topo]

Perferō turned a year old, so I’ve been having emotions.

(version with will-o the wisps under the cut)

#siggy draws #tog #nicolo di genova #tog fic #i'm genuinely sorry i talk about this fic so much omg. i'm very proud of it and did not at all expect people to like it as much as they did. #i think i was going through some rough stuff at the time. had the lowest self-esteem while writing it. #but some very wonderful friends still tell me how much they love it and ohh ;_; now it's one of the fics i'm most proud of. #like i wish i could write another fic along this vein but perfero is what it is already. <3 #at this point i just associate nicky with horror basically. love the melodrama <3 love putting him in spooky situations <3 #i have a playlist called fire and brimstone that has a few tracks i associate with this fic. but also just a general vibe. #like some folk metal. some nico (the singer not our nico lol). some patti smith. #highly recommend Traust and Anoana by Heilung. Also gave Ari's Song (and My Only Child) by Nico about 400 listens. #aaannnnnd The Northman soundtrack. it's all in the vibes okay #perfero #i'm too shy to tag this properly really #he should be covered in a LOT more mud but. you have to be able to see his face somehow. #like now that i'm really looking at it i don't think you can tell right away that he's muddy. dang it.

[dollsuguru]

just read the most niche for me suguru fic oh i’m feral

#FASHION!DESIGNER GETO MHMMMMM DELICIOUS #io made stylist!geto too omg i need to rb both the fic & io’s #god i love clothing & fashion so much i get so giddy anytime it’s mentioned in fics :3 #i really wanna make a fashion designer!reader x museum/art curator!geto fic soooooo bad it’s been on my mind for AGES #personal

[thosetwofirefighters]

find the word challenge

rules: share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the word in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word)

thanks @the-likesofus for the tag!! very excited to see how many of these words I've used...

my words are: quiet, hold, cover, first, together, and small. unsurprisingly, my fake dating au (currently sitting at almost 30k words like it has been for the past few months...) has all of these words multiple times lol <3

quiet

Buck’s phone rings, and he pulls it out of his pocket, his hands shaking when he reads Bobby’s contact name. He answers before he can even register it. “Pops?” His voice is quiet and terrified.

hold

Hearing footsteps from his spot on the couch, Buck tenses as Nathan comes up the stairs. It’s been so long, but Buck can still recognize the man’s footfalls. He lets out a breath he’d been subconsciously holding when Nathan finally appears and moves towards one of the armchairs across from him instead of the couch.

cover

“Jurassic Park!” Chris yells, and Buck has to cover his ears against the sound, the kid’s excitement causing him to be louder than usual. “Please, Dad, I know it’s kind of scary, but they just put it back on Netflix, and I’ve seen it before! Plus, I’m ten now, I won’t have nightmares!”

first

“I don’t want you to get hurt again,” Eddie says, meeting Buck’s gaze. His eyes are soft and despite his words, they shine with support, and Buck thinks—not for the first time—how lucky he is to have a best friend like Eddie.

together

Nathan’s study abroad had been nearly over when Buck brought up the idea of him going to Los Angeles to fight fires and help people. Nate had just nodded before taking Buck’s hand and kissing him, saying he’d buy the plane tickets in the morning. Buck had assumed they’d be going back together to be together.

small

Eddie glares at Chim when he insists on playing with the station’s small Hildy gadget that they keep in the kitchen. They mostly use it to play music, but Chimney takes the opportunity to ask her a bunch of questions throughout the day and only stops when Eddie threatens to run her over with a fire truck after Chimney starts asking her questions about the 118 themselves.

words for people I tag: home, care, love, make, and dream

no pressure tagging @mooshkat @jacksadventuresinwriting @ty-in-bedlam @lilbuddie <3

#so many of these were JUICYYYY #but i said lets be mysterious for once #and then i actually succeeded in not giving yall the juiciest tidbits? for once? #the snippet for 'hold' is so rough but like. we'll get there #i've decided to re-read all of my fake dating fic because OOOH BOY did I forget the vibes of the last chapter i've written #it is SPICY yall (not in the smut way) #asdgdsh tbh i feel evil giving you pieces of buck/nathan (an omc) and barely any buddie >:) #also jurassic park my beloved!! #it is my go-to when it comes to a movie to put in a fic tbh....like #it's my favorite and i am convinced chris would love it once buck convinced eddie to let them watch it together <3 #omg new headcanon just dropped buck and chris read jurassic park 'together' when chris is a teenager #not together together but like at the same time #when chris finally puts his foot down and says no more bedtime stories buck gets sad and so they come up with a new thing #aka buckley-diaz book club and i am SO writing that fic #holy shit i'm so excited it's gonna be so cuuuute #anywayyy i was looking through all my uses of 'cover' and didn't have to read past the jurassic park mention soooo love that lol #seriously though i cannot wait to edit this fic after i finish re-writing the earlier chapter i've been working on #i forgot how much i love editing my own work since i have most recently been working on a lot of lil projects that require little revision #but it's so fun! i truly am an editor at heart hehe <3 #i am going to 1) try to read it like I would someone else's work (which is impossible but like. we can try) #2) stop thinking about the big picture and focus on line edits and perfecting what i've already edited and had betaed #3) read it and edit like a motherfucking poet #this fic is gonna be so gorgeous i stg #she's got good bones now she just needs a decorator #and yk the last 60-ish percent of it lol #mine #wip #find the word challenge #tag game

[saintchaser]

"So, how was your summer?" Marlene asked, kicking her feet up on the armrest. "Had fun? Did something exciting? Or just stayed in and did work like a sore loser?"

"You wish." Sirius tucked a long strand of hair behind his ear, as he played with the ring on his index finger, something that Marlene noticed that he was doing when he had a confession or something of that sort to make. "I've ventured around London, seen what the punks are up to. Managed to set the window loose so I could have a bit of fun too, you know?" He smirked at her, that Sirius Black grin, and she could help it but return the favor.

"Oh yeah? What've you done?"

"Bought some Docs, DIY-ed some clothes, that kind of stuff..." He looked away from her, but she managed to tell the smile that was spreading on his face, wide and genuine. "And fooled around with a guy, if you know what I mean."

"You dog!" She exclaimed, playfully shoving him.

— i'll break your pretty face, chapter four: quidditch and reunions

#this is a snippet from the next chapter of ibypf and oh my god i am so excited #it's a marlene pov at last which should be exciting since i've almost never written anything from her pov #i don't relate to her much but i can't wait to get in her head in her feelings all of that #the next chapter focuses on like. her dynamics with her friends both the girls from her dorm and the marauders #so that's something i love writing about because ugh!!! friendships <3 #sirius black #marlene mckinnon #marlene&sirius #(speaking of them i love their friendship sm omg) #my writing #my fics #ibypf #i'll break your pretty face

[appreciatingtokrev]

warrior cats hyperfixation era me was so close to figuring out she’s trans and aroace. so close.

warrior cats hyperfixation era me: ‘‘yeah i usually rp as male cats :) idk i just prefer writing them and it’s easier for me to think as them than as female cats? idk i just prefer them. but irl i’m a girl xD’’

GIRL YOU ARE TRANS.

THAT’S WHY YOU PREFER PLAYING AS TOMS. BC IT REPRESENTS YOUR GENDER MORE ACCURATELY

warrior cats hyperfixation era me: ‘‘my fav clan rank? definitely healer! they don’t have to fight, they just collect herbs and treat the wounded cats. sometimes they also hunt. also they aren’t allowed a mate or kits which is a stupid rule but most of them don’t want that anyway. and yes i love rping healers who just have close friends no mate no kits no forbidden romance no nothing! but i’m omniromantic :)’’

GIRL NO. YOU ARE LITERALLY AROACE

warrior cats hyperfixation era me was so so fucking close. she was so fucking close and she still didn’t realise shit

#when i didn’t rp as healer (which i did whenever i could) i either rped as kit/app too young for romance or usually one of my two fav ocs #firscent or pearbird. firscent is a deputy n he devotes his life to his job & his siblings he’s not interested in romance or kits bc he’s+ #got his job n clanmates. that’s all he wants and needs in life. he doesn’t even wanna be leader he’s a deputy at heart #pearbird is a middle-aged widowed mother with a single kit who was an accident. she started dating the dad when she found out that she was+ #pregnant bc she wanted the kit to have 2 loving parents which she didn’t. and he liked her. but she didn’t like him romantically. but then+ #like 2 moons after the birth he fucking dies so she’s stuck with a kit she doesn’t want who looks like his father who she never wanted. + #that’s the moment in her life where i usually started rping as her. she’s bitter and grumpy and kinda mean and she can’t look her son in+ #the eyes bc he looks like his father but she genuinly cares for him and does a decent job at motherhood bc she tries with all she can. bc+ #her own parents never did n she wants her son to have a good life. they grow apart when he’s older n the only cat she stays close to is+ #her app bc she has a soft spot for her n they remain close friends until she dies in some battle when she’s pretty old #so she never has romance either. my god younger me was SO stupid #also i love pearbird so much omg i should do more with her. art fics smth smth idk #also she’s a transmasc bigender aroace now and goes by she/it/he :3 #☆—`elys rambles #oh btw i call younger me she bc. she was a she. by choice. she also was a she/they for a while. i used to be a girl yk #i still am a tiny bit tho mostly not. but yeah i used to be a she/her girl n then a she/they agender demigirl #she was stupid. in a loving way #trying past self love & acceptance asdghjhfhjg

[sofwrites]

Have you ever considered writing a story where Penelope and Eloise introduce their Daughters to one another?

I hadn't before, but I love that idea! If/when I write it, would you prefer a more sentimental or humorous tone? 😊

#omg I miss friendship fics so much this is a lovely idea #writing asks #thank you friend! <3

[sinnercore]

hi my baby i love u so much <3333

virgil with dante's hair, that's it, ily

eeee hellloooo, I love you tooo!!! <3<3

and I both love and hate those pics at the same time!! he’s so hot (literal loml) but he kinda looks like he has the Snapchat filter on that turns you into a girl 😭😭 sidbdkjf makes me wanna replay dmc5 AGAIN tho 👉🏻👈🏻

#ੈ✩‧₊˚ 💌 ꒰ mootie mail — angelscoda ꒱ #I need to finish my fics for dmc again!!! #and get into posting again ahdebdjdj #but omg I love dmc5 so much like I just *scream* #hehehe thank u for these pics ily <3