#this is another reason I fucking hate florida

[jankwritten]

yall wanna know how fucked up my anxiety is about some shit

i scroll past a post that's about a topic i don't like. whatever, it's fine. i scroll past a video that's a topic i don't care about. that's normal.

i scroll past a video that's a topic i don't like or care about but the person presenting it is a person of color? i IMMEDIATELY feel immensely guilty and need to "compensate" by "proving" it wasn't because of race by also skipping other random posts, JUST IN CASE someone thinks I'm racist because I didn't want to watch a video on a topic I didn't like or care about, that happened to be presented by a person of color.

this just in on: the police in my brain are loud and i'm scared of them

#this is also because i grew up in a racist area and in that culture and my own ignorance i also Was Kinda Racist #but like in that way where you don't realize it's racism until you're out of it and now feel so ashamed that you forcefully block all #those memories just so you don't ever have to associate yourself with them ever again? #(mind you I was like. 15-16 and closeted and scared scared scared all the time so I acted like the Crowd and that was awful of me to do) #BUT NOW that i've grown and am learning and have taken classes on anthropology and all kinds of stuff I just feel like I notice my own shit #like TENFOLD now #it's my anxiety overthinking thing plus if anybody ever knows I could have done anything SLIGHTLY problematic the world will explode #plus my constant paranoia that someone is always watching me and just Knows that I'm Secretly a Bad Person (even though I don't think I am? #also I feel like I need to clarify that the kind of racism in my town wasn't like. klan shit. it was like very hidden racism? #it was like. kids casually doing black accents and making jokes with racist undertones. the kind of racism where race was always #the butt of the joke instead of an outright HATED thing. and I think that's why it was so hard to unlearn #it's like that thing where in order to stop wanting to kill yourself you have to stop joking about wanting to kill yourself #this has become a vent post accidentally i'm so sorry #this is just. one of my Major anxieties that engulfs me every day because of 1) anxiety 2) potential OCD 3) being a bad person in my past #this is another reason I fucking hate florida #because I just know if I had grown up in my home town in MI I would not have been raised in that environment #and it's my own fucking fault for falling into the crowd like that. #all this to say i traumatized myself and likely some people around me by being A Fucking Idiot when I was a kid #and now adult me is doing everything in their power to not ever be that person ever fucking again #tw vent post #tw racism #tw past racism #but im better now and I know my mistakes and I refuse to make them again #fuck florida for every fucking reason under the sun

[futuremrsreid]

Redemption (S.R.)

Summary: When Spencer risks his life on a case and doesn't want to see how dangerous it was, reader tries to talk some sense into him. It results in a lot of yelling and some other things.

A/N: So..... smutty angst, as promised <3 I hurt myself while writing this. Enjoy.

Content Warning: Smut (18+), very very mildly dubious consent, a bit of dark Spencer but he's just traumatized, angst, sad, dominant Spencer, kinda sub reader

Word Count: 4,1k

I was pissed. Actually, pissed didn’t even begin to describe the rage I felt at that moment. 

We were currently in Florida, hunting another psychopathic bastard as always. Everything was fine and under control, up until the moment Dr. Spencer fucking Reid decided it would be a good idea to drive to the unsubs location alone because he was “closest to him” and because we “didn’t have time” and nearly got himself killed in the process. Luke and I had arrived just in time to prevent disaster, but Spencer still got a few bruises on his face. 

I was furious and let him feel it by yelling at him while he was getting checked out in the ambulance. But like always, my yelling resulted in his yelling. We went at it for a couple of minutes but Emily put a stop to it before it got really bad, concerned about the reporters at the scene who already started to take a few pictures of us.

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We didn’t talk or look at each other for the rest of the case. Emily let Spencer get away with it because everything turned out fine, but I was not feeling gracious. 

When Garcia informed us that there was a storm that would delay our flight for the next couple of hours, Emily decided that we should just spend another night in the city and fly back in the morning. We all drove back to the hotel and when we arrived, I was on Spencer's heels all the way from the car to his room. He didn’t even try to stop me, he knew there was no point to it.

“That was so fucking irresponsible, Spencer! What were you thinking”, I started to yell as soon as I had closed the door behind me. I wanted to say “stupid” instead of “irresponsible” but decided against it. I wanted him to understand that he can’t do shit like this, and not insult him.

“It worked out fine, y/n. I don’t understand why you’re getting yourself worked up over this!” He rubbed his hand over the side of his face, clearly done listening to me.

“It only worked out fine because Luke broke like every rule you can break in traffic to get to the scene as fast as possible!”

“Oh right, Luke, my hero. I should go thank him, don’t you think?” he chuckled humorlessly and rolled his eyes.

“Maybe! He’s the reason you’re not dead.” I tried lowering my voice. This wasn’t our first fight, and I have learned in the past that screaming won’t help.

“I would have been fine! I had it under control, y/n. God, just leave me alone”, he spat and I felt a stabbing in my chest at the way he didn’t want to see how much danger he put himself in.

This wasn’t the first time he risked his life like that and I hated it. All of us hated it. Spencer seemed drawn to dangerous situations, it had been that way when I joined the team and from stories the others told me, it had been this way before that.

When I met Spencer, he was freshly out of Prison. They hired me together with Matt after Agent Walker died. The first time I saw him, I knew I had to befriend him. What I didn’t know was how easy it would be and how much easier it would be to fall in love with him. 

I tried to push it down, to get rid of it, scared that it would ruin everything, but there was no way of falling out of love with him, which made the situation even harder. Spencer didn’t seem to realize how much he hurt me whenever he risked his life like this. I wasn’t even sure he realized how much I cared about him. 

“I’m not going to leave until you admit that you were wrong.” 

“Well, this is going to be a long night then, because that’s never gonna happen.” He turned and walked away from me, removing his suit jacket and draping it over one of the chairs in his room. I sighed.

“Spencer, you need to stop risking your life like this. You're gonna get yourself killed”, I pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears. I tried to get him to look at me, but he avoided my eyes. “Please. I can’t lose you and especially not like that.”

“The day will come when you and the rest of the team realize that this is exactly the way it is supposed to end for me. Dying in the field would be an honorable death. It’s the only redemption I will ever get.” 

“What?”, I breathed and my heart stopped for a moment, “What do you mean, Spencer?”

“I meant what I said.” 

“Redemption? What redemption, Spence? You don’t need any, you haven’t done anything wrong.” I was confused and hurt by the way he said it. It sounded almost suicidal. 

“Yes, I have. I have done horrible things in my life, y/n. I will never be able to make up for them.” 

“You don’t have to! Everyone makes mistakes. You are a good person Spencer. You’re kind and gentle, you saved hundreds of lives in your career, you don’t need to make up for anything.” I tried to get through to him, but it was like I was hitting a wall.

“Prison changed me, it turned me into a different man. I’m not nearly as gentle or kind as I used to be.”

“I don’t know you any other way. I almost can’t imagine you being even more gentle than you are now. I don’t think anyone can be.”

“I was though”, he countered almost immediately, still unable to look at me, “I think you would have liked the man I was. He was gentler, kinder, and more deserving of you than I could ever be now.” He didn’t even sound sad when he said it, almost like he had accepted his truth from the moment he met me. 

“You know, you talk about yourself like you are the worst man in the world”, I said in an accusatory tone.

“Am I not?”, Spencer scoffed, raising his voice slightly while going on, “We hunt terrible men every day but in the end, how different am I from them? What makes me a good man and them a bad one, y/n?” He was almost yelling now, stunning me for a moment too long. When I didn’t reply, he turned to finally look at me. “Tell me y/n, what is it about me that convinces you I’m not every bit as bad as them?” The desperate look on his face made me take a step toward him but for every step I took, he stepped two back.

“Spencer, I-” My voice faltered and I didn’t know what to say. I knew he wasn’t anything like them but I wasn’t able to find any words that would convince him. When my mouth stayed open but no words left it, he took my silence as an invitation to go on.

“I almost killed Cat Adams, did JJ ever tell you that?” He spat, walking over to me and pushing me back until I hit the wall. 

“I put my hands around her throat and choked her until she was clawing at my wrists. And I didn’t stop then”, he moved even closer to me and I was unable to move away, the words leaving his mouth freezing me into place, “I told her that I was going to kill her and I meant it. I would have strangled her if JJ hadn’t pulled me off her.” He moved even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Her eyes were filled with fear, and you know what? I enjoyed it, y/n. I loved the way I scared her, the way she struggled for her life against me.”

He leaned in and I felt his breath ghost over my ear when he said the last words of his cruel monologue. “So tell me, y/n. Tell me how different I am from those men.”

He stayed where he was, his hands at his side and his mouth grazing my ear. He was trying to intimidate me with his speech and to be honest, he would have convinced me if it hadn’t been for the way his nose brushed against my hair, inhaling my scent like he was convinced this was the last chance he ever had to commit it to memory. 

“You can’t scare me with your words, Spencer. If you want me to believe how terrible of a person you are, you’re gonna have to show me because I will never believe it otherwise.” He probably calculated every possible outcome of this situation, but when he pulled back to look at me, I knew that he didn’t expect me to respond like this.

“Cat Adams is a monster who had you tortured and assaulted. She kidnapped your mother. Do you really expect me to feel bad for her? I never even met her. If you want to scare me away, you’re gonna have to do better than that.” 

There was a long moment of silence where we just watched each other. I thought I managed to break through to him for a second, but Spencer was on a mission to make me despise him, and he was determined to make it happen. His eyes darkened and he straightened up, towering over me.

I felt a sliver of doubt about my faith in him at that moment and he must have seen it cross my eyes because when I lifted a hand to push him back, he harshly grabbed my wrist and spun me around, using his body to push me against the wall. My arm was twisted behind my back and when I started to struggle out of pure instinct he took my other wrist in his hand and held both my arms behind my back, resulting in me being pushed more into the hard surface, my cheek flush against the wall.

When the shock had left me, I opened my mouth to ask him what the fuck he was doing, but Spencer was faster than me. He took his other hand and held it over my mouth.

“Do you believe me now?”, he whispered in my ear and I felt my pulse quickening. “You are so fucking naive y/n and honestly, you’re a little stupid too. What the fuck makes you think I would never hurt you, huh? You don’t know me.” 

It was those last words that took me back to reality because I did know him. I knew the way he brought everyone on the team their favorite food when they were sad. I knew the way his voice got an octave higher when he started talking about something that excited him. 

I knew the way he recited his favorite poems when I struggled to go to sleep after a tough case.

He won't hurt me. 

He would never hurt me.

He would never do something like this.

So, against every instinct in my body, I tried to calm my heart down and closed my eyes. I tried to speak but his hand on my mouth didn’t let me so I jerked my head back and stunned him with my sudden movement long enough to say a few words I knew he definitely didn't want to hear.

“You are all talk Spencer Reid. You would never hurt me and we both know that”, my voice was louder than I had expected and I felt his hand tighten around my wrists, “You can push me against the wall and insult me and tell me the terrible things you could do to me all you want but we both know that you would never lay a hand on me without my permission and you would never hurt someone who didn’t deserve it.”

His hand loosened and I used this opportunity to free myself of his grip and turn around. He was angry that his plan didn’t work and I saw his hands twitch with restraint, but I wasn’t scared of him. 

He had just proved to me that he was the man I knew he was.

“You’re not an abuser, you’re not a rapist-”

“Shut up.”

“- and you’re not a murderer. That’s what makes you different Spencer.”

“I said shut up!”, he yelled and I did the only thing I knew to do in response to that. I yelled back.

“Or what, Spencer? Are you gonna pin me against the wall and put your hand against my mouth again like the bad person you are, huh?” Spencer got angrier and more frustrated with every word I was saying but I was determined to speak my mind, “You’re gonna shut me up like the scary man you are, Dr. Reid? You’re gonna-” But I didn’t get further than that because in a heartbeat he forced me back against the wall again with his hands on both my cheeks and his lips pressed against mine.

He pulled back, “Please y/n, please shut up”, and the desperate tone in his voice awakened something primal in me.

“If you want me to shut up, you’re gonna have to make me because I will never stop trying to convince you that you are a good man, Spencer.” When he didn’t say anything I went on. “You are kind and gentle and-” 

He kissed me again, and this time I kissed him back until I wasn’t able to breathe anymore. His kisses wandered to my neck then.

“You say I am a good man, but you don’t know the things I thought about doing to you”, he bit the skin on my neck then and I gasped, which seemed to spur him on further, “I want to pin you down and fuck you until you’re crying. I want to make you feel so good that you can’t take it anymore.”

His kisses moved up my neck and to my ear. “ I want to break you into a thousand pieces and put you back together again. I want to ruin you for everyone else, I want to lock you in so that no man can ever look at you again and at the same moment I want to show you off to the entire world because you are the best thing in my life. I want to take you and make you mine”, he cried out, holding my hips in a bruising grip.

“Then take me, Spencer. Take me, break me, ruin me, I don’t care. I am already yours. I have been yours since the moment I met you.” He looked me in the eyes then, searching for any lies, any doubt, and when he didn’t find any, he kissed me another time.

“Say it again”, he demanded and let his hands travel down my body.

“I am yours, Spencer.”

“Again.” His hands roughly shoved up my skirt, his breath warm on my neck.

“I’m yours.” When his hand brushed against the damp panties I was wearing, I sucked in a breath.

“Again.” 

“I’m yours, Spencer. Only yours. Now please do something.” My plea seemed to finally push him over the edge because a second later he was moving the cotton aside and his fingers met wet skin.

He told me “Again.” over and over again, but the longer his fingers were moving inside of me, and the louder the sounds of my pleasure got, the more his demanding turned into begging and it wasn’t until I felt my orgasm wash over me, that he stopped our back and forth to press his lips against mine once more. 

My legs were trembling when he removed his hand from my cunt and the way he looked at me while bringing the same fingers that were inside of me moments ago to my lips didn’t help steady them.

He didn’t need to say anything, I knew exactly what he wanted. I don’t think he was quite prepared for the sight before him when my lips accepted his fingers and my tongue swirled around them though, because Spencer's eyes became even more feral at it.

“Fuck.” He removed his fingers and in only a few seconds removed my shirt, took off my bra, and had my skirt on the floor. I tried taking off his clothes too, but when my fingers started to unbutton his shirt, he gripped my wrists and walked me over to the bed. 

“If I had known that our fight would end in us having sex, I would have waited until we had something better available than a cheap hotel bed”, I breathed out a laugh. I figured he’d laugh as well but he returned a soft “Do you want to stop?”

“God no, but this bed is gonna squeak really loudly”, and this time I was met with a laugh. He didn’t interrupt when I started another attempt to undress him. When I was done with his shirt he finally raised his hands to touch me again and my whole body shivered when his palms made contact with my breasts. Feeling my erect nipples on his skin must have awoken yet another thing in him because the next thing I knew he was throwing me onto the bed. I didn’t even have time for a shocked gasp before he was on me, pinning my wrists down on the mattress.

“You know when I told you I want to ruin you”, he said while letting his hands travel down my body to grip the waistband of my panties, “I really did mean it.” And with that, he ripped the cotton apart and threw it to the side.

He continued to deny me any time for a reaction when he grabbed my thighs and pulled me towards him. His hips took their very rightful place between my thighs and pressed against me. 

We both moaned when his covered bulge pressed against wet and hot skin.

“Beg me to fuck you, y/n.” I think he was expecting me to hesitate, but I was desperate for him to touch me.

“Please fuck me, Spencer,” I moaned and ran my nails down his back.

“Huh, I thought you would put up more of a fight, to be honest.” He sounded disappointed, but his eyes told me that he was relieved I wanted this just as much as he did.

“Do you want me to?”, I still asked, wanting to give him everything he yearned for. 

“Another time. I think we dragged this out long enough for today”, he said and with that, he took off his underwear and I got to see all of him for the first time. I knew he would be beautiful, and it applied to any part of him, but I couldn’t fully conceal my shock at the length of him. 

And that smug bastard smirked. “Don’t worry darling, we'll make it fit.”

And with that, he moved back between my thighs and lined himself up with my entrance. I expected him to at least try and tease me a little but he started to push inside me immediately. 

We locked eyes while we both felt inch after inch of him sink inside of me. It was intense, erotic and so intimate that I felt the urge to look away. He must have felt it too, because when he was fully buried inside of me, his lips pressed against mine in a bruising way.

When he started to move and his lips started their way down to my jaw and neck, I completely lost it, moans and whimpers flowing from my mouth in a volume that even surprised myself. Spencer thrust harder and deeper the louder I became.

“I know you were worried about the bed being too loud, but I’m pretty sure your moans are covering that sound up pretty successfully, angel”, he panted with a labored breath and heat rose to my cheeks. I was trying to remember if any of our coworkers shared any walls with Spencers' room, but he was literally fucking me stupid so I just removed a hand from his back and bit down on my fingers, hoping no one has heard yet. When Spencer saw, he slowed down. He reached down the side of the bed and lifted up my torn panties, and then proceeded to remove my finger from my mouth to push the cotton in its place. “There, now you won't have to hurt your finger”, and with that, he picked up a brutal pace again.

He was muffling his own moans by pressing his mouth onto my shoulder, no doubt leaving behind a dozen of hickeys. He was losing it, I could feel it in the way he pushed his fingers into my hips and the muscles in his back tensing. I wasn’t doing much better, my thighs were trembling and my panties were barely concealing my noises anymore. The room smelt like sweat and sex, Spencer’s skin was hot on mine and I never felt more whole in my life. I could feel my orgasm building inside of me.

“Touch yourself for me, angel. I want you to come with me.” I didn’t hesitate and started rubbing circles over my clit. It only took a few moments until my orgasm washed over my entire body and Spencer quickly ripped my gag from my mouth to kiss me. My thighs and cunt clenching around him, pulling him into me as deep as humanly possible, must have pushed him over the edge because after a few more strokes he stilled at my deepest point and came.

He released my lips from his and put his forehead on mine so we could both catch our breaths. It was quiet for a few minutes. I could feel his cum dripping out of me between our bodies and spared a quick thought to the poor person that would have to clean these sheets. I couldn’t bring myself to care though, not with the way he kissed my skin and nuzzled his face into my neck. I moved a hand to his hair to run my fingers through it, the strands curling once again from sweat wetting them.

“Tell me again.” He spoke so softly I almost didn’t hear, and I’m not sure I was supposed to. It took me a moment to realize what he meant but when I did, I moved my mouth to whisper in his ear.

“I’m yours, Spencer. As long as you’ll have me.”

“Forever then?”, he pulled away to look at me, but before I could answer, there was a knock at the door.

“Ayo Spencer, are you and y/n still fighting? We decided to go to a bar a few blocks away, but you’re only allowed to come if you don’t put us all in a pissy mood”, Luke's voice seeped through the door. I could feel Spencer trying to come up with a reply but before he had a chance, I spoke up.

“Actually, Luke, we’re still in the middle of fighting and I don’t think you want either of us there with you right now.” I tried to sound mad and I must have been convincing enough because even Spencer furrowed his brows at the tone in my voice. I smiled at him and trailed a hand up his arm to reassure him that I was just putting up a show.

“Well, okay just… Try to remember you two are friends and don’t actually want to kill each other”, he replied almost nervously. Damn, we must have really worried the team with our fight this time.

When we heard his footsteps moving away, Spencer started to detangle us from each other. He was still inside of me and when he pulled out, I sighed at the empty feeling it left behind.

“I’m gonna get something to clean you up.” He tried to stand up but he didn’t get very far before I pulled him back. I held his face in my hands and made sure he was looking at me when I said the words I know he desperately needed to hear.

“Forever.”

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[absurdthirst]

Protective Big Brother {Frankie Morales x Davis!F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 20.7k

Warnings: BDSM elements, rough sex, derogatory language, use of safe words, bondage, oral sex (male and female receiving), spanking, plugs/toys, anal sex, public sex, threats of violence, guns

Comments: When you come to visit Tom after breaking up with your boyfriend, you start a very satisfying fling with Frankie. Having to keep everything a secret from your overprotective asshole brother, everything comes to a head when he comes over and sees his friend doing unspeakable things to his little sister.

A/N: It is mentioned several times within the story that you are Tom's adopted sister. While I personally dislike Tom Davis....you can't choose family and it would be fun to see how he reacts!

Co-written by @storiesofthefandomlovers

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Frankie chuckles, sipping his beer as he listens to Benny defend his latest defeat. "The guy was left handed. It threw me off." The younger Miller brother shakes his head and you snort, "sure Ben. That's what sent you down to the ground within three rounds." You sip your own beer while the other guys snort. 

"Even my little sister can see that's bullshit." Tom nudges you playfully and Benny huffs.

"Adopted sister." You roll your eyes, knowing that even if you weren’t blood, you were still Tom's family...as much as he's an asshole, he's still your brother. Tom pouts at you and takes another sip of his beer. 

"Thank God you're adopted." Benny quips, winking at you. "Don't want to look like him."

"Fuck you, Ben." Tom throws Benny a finger and the guys start laughing while Benny throws another insult towards the other man.

You set your beer down, looking over at Frankie. God, he looks so sexy with his worn "Standard Oil" cap and scruffy mustache. You wonder how it would feel between your- "Are you listening to me?" Tom huffs and you turn to look at him. 

"Huh?" You ask, still a little lost in your fantasy of Frankie. 

"I asked if you want to go to the girls' soccer game tomorrow?" He asks and you nod, "sure. That sounds good." You sip your beer again, trying to not get distracted by Frankie.

Frankie’s brow furrows, wondering what has you distracted. You seem like you are off in your own little world and he wonders if you have something going on in your personal life that you are musing over. As Tom’s sister, you’ve always been firmly off limits, but he has eyes and he’s surprised that you aren’t talking about a boyfriend. Although Tom probably discourages that as much as possible. 

“Fish.” He looks away from you to see Benny grinning at him. 

“What?” He asks, making his friend giggle. 

“You’re lost in lala land, man.” Benny teases.

“A lot of that going around.” Tom grumbles.

You roll your eyes at your brother, taking another sip of your beer. After a moment, your eyes flick back to Frankie. God, he’s so sexy and you just know he has capable hands. Your gaze drops to his hand, that tiny little bullseye tattoo he has there makes you want to lick it. 

“Jesus, you are out of it.” Benny shakes his head and you shake your head at the younger Miller brother. 

“And? I have a right to be. I just broke up with my boyfriend.” You tell the younger brother, revealing the real reason that you are visiting your brother and his family in Florida.

Frankie hates the way that his entire body comes to attention at the news that you are single. You are off limits, he tells himself, just like he’s told himself every time you come around them. Luckily, you’ve been with this now discarded boyfriend most of this time and Frankie doesn’t encroach. 

“Damn, what happened?” Benny is probably Frankie’s favorite person right now for asking the question that he wants to know most. He leans forward and tries to look nonchalant as he waits for the answer.

You sigh, knowing you can’t tell them the entire truth about why you broke up with your boyfriend. “We just wanted different things. He wanted me to be his little housewife. Pregnant and cooking his breakfast lunch and dinner but that- I’m not ready for that. Not sure I ever will be. I just - we had different interests. Different…desires.” You finish, clearing your throat before you sip your beer again, avoiding looking at any of the men surrounding you.

Frankie hisses under his breath but Tom is scowling fiercely enough to kill your ex with a look. “Do I need to kill him?” He demands, hand tightening around his beer bottle. “Did he hurt you? Force you to do shit you didn’t want to do?” Tom can be questionable at times, they all can, but right now he’s in protective big brother mode. Years of special forces training just itching to be put to use.

You reach out to touch your brother’s upper arm. “No. We are - he understood and he didn’t do anything to hurt me.” You huff under your breath, “that was the issue.” Tom is too busy acting like the Tasmanian Devil from Looney Tunes to really listen to you. “He didn’t force me to do anything. Calm down. It’s over and I am here. I’m fine. Seriously Tom, no need to go and find him and kick his ass.”

Frankie, due to years of watching for signals and loud engines, reads lips. Smirking at your uncaught comment, he slaps Tom on the shoulder. “Relax man, she would come to you if something happened.” He tells his friend. “Besides, it wouldn’t just be you hiding the body.” His dark eyes turn to you. “We’d all help if he had stepped over the line.”

You roll your eyes, “like having multiple protective brothers.” Tom relaxes, downing the rest of his beer. Your eyes meet Frankie’s, noticing the downturn of his mouth at that comment. 

Benny distracts you, “hell yes. I’ll kick their ass.” He promises, putting his fists up. Tom snorts, reaching out to slap Benny’s shoulder. 

“I know you got my back. Listen, I’m gonna get to bed. Long ass day and Molly gets pissed when I get into bed stinking of beer. Gonna take a shower and get some sleep. You two-” He points at Frankie and Benny, “are gonna spend the night. You’ve had some beers and I don’t need to be bailing your ass out of jail in the morning.” 

Frankie shakes his head, “I’ve had three beers man.” He huffs but Tom just points at him. 

“Guest room is occupied but the sofa and the pull out sofa are free.” He tells Benny who nods, swaying a little as he gets up. He might’ve indulged after his recent defeat. 

“I call the pull out sofa.” He stumbles to walk to Tom’s den, pulling out the sofa with Tom’s help. 

“Night.” Your brother tells you, “get some sleep.” 

You nod, looking over at Frankie. “You want some water?” You ask him, knowing he will likely leave anyway. 

“Sure.” He nods and you walk into Tom’s kitchen, grabbing a water from the fridge. 

“I bet Benny has already passed out.” You chuckle, handing him a bottle.

“Yeah.” Frankie chuckles and twists off the cap. He’s sober. The three beers he’s nursed was over the course of hours, but he wasn’t going to argue about staying. Not if it meant getting to spend a little more time with you. “So I guess I should say that I’m sorry you broke up with your boyfriend, but I’m not.” Frankie tells you. “Sounds like he was a douchebag and not good enough.” He gives you a grin as he tips the bottle back to down half of it in three large swallows.

You lean back against the counter, watching him and you want to just lean in and kiss his neck, see how he reacts. “Yeah I- I miss him but we just weren’t compatible. He wanted soft and sweet. I wanted…well, I wanted something different.” You admit, biting your lip. Frankie’s hands look so capable, you want to know what it would feel like to be spanked by him. Many would say the pilot is sweet but you’ve seen sides to him that tell you he can be rough when he needs to be, to be in charge. 

“What do you want?” Frankie asks, almost challenging you to tell him, curiosity sparked. 

You look him in the eye, knowing that it’s now or never. “I wanted it rough. I wanted him to destroy me and leave me begging for more. I wanted him to choke me and spank me and shove his cock down my throat so hard that I gagged. I wanted to be used. He was too sweet and felt awkward to do it. I wasn’t satisfied sexually and I had to end it.”

“Jesus.” He hisses quietly, eyes sliding over to the door to make sure that Tom wasn’t lurking. He’s sure your over protective brother would beat his ass just for hearing what you want. Especially if he could tell the way that Frankie’s cock leapt to attention. 

“Really?” His dark eyes find yours again and he gives you a tiny smirk. “You think you could actually take that, princesa? Playing the whore?” His voice dips down, low and raspy. God, he’s fantasized about you, in so many different ways, but the idea of spanking you? Stuffing your throat with his cock and making you scream his name? Fuck, he wants that.

You gasp under your breath, stomach twisting with arousal from his question and the way his voice feels in a way you’ve never heard before. You nod, “I could take it. I want to take it. Be stuffed full and used for pleasure. Like a dirty little whore.” You step closer to him, unable to help yourself. “To be dripping cum and satisfied because I was used for my holes.”

“Fuck.” Frankie bites his lip, knowing what he wants, but there is the small fact that you are Tom’s sister. But right now, he doesn’t care. “Push two fingers into your cunt right now.” He demands, wanting to see you push your hand under your leggings, to see if you would blindly follow his orders.

You can’t stop the surprised moan that escapes your lips and you follow his order immediately, but you decide to have a moment of fun. You slowly slide your hand down your stomach before dipping into your leggings. You rub your clit for a moment until you are pushing two fingers into your already wet cunt. Your eyes meet Frankie’s as you moan, leaning back against the kitchen counter.

God, you’re sexy. He’s known that forever, but the way that you look with your eyes fluttering has his cock swelling against the seam of his jeans. “Stop.” He growls, reaching over and grabbing your arm to drag your hand out and he brings your hand up to his mouth and slides your fingers into it with a groan.

You whimper at the way his lips wrap around your fingers. “Oh God.” You choke, loving the sinful look in his eyes. “Frankie.” You plead, not vocalizing what you want when your pussy is now dripping with need for him and only him. “Please.” You beg again when he releases your fingers.

“Are you on birth control?” Frankie asks roughly, wanting to know if he needs to go out to his truck to get the condoms out of the glove box. “Because I’m clean, and if you are, you’re going to be bent over your big brother’s table and fucked like the little whore you’re begging to be.” He growls out. “You can’t make a sound. Can’t let anyone know that his friend is burying his cock in your little cunt.”

"Shit. Yes. Yes. I - I'm on the pill and just got tested after my ex." You promise, unable to believe he is going to fuck you. And in your brother's house. You're dripping with anticipation and you reach out to squeeze him through his pants, eyes widening slightly at how thick he is. "Please Frankie. Touch me." You are almost sobbing with need, wanting to be used by him, filled by him.

A quick fuck isn’t what he had imagined when he thought about fucking you, but he was going to take what he could get. Leaning in, his lips crash over yours and his tongue plunges into your mouth for a kiss while he fumbles with his zipper.

You reach up to tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he pulls his cock out. You reach between you to wrap your fingers around him after removing one hand from his hair, your lips still pressed together and you need him to be inside of you. You pump him a couple of times, wanting to hear him moan. “God Frankie. You’re - want you inside of me.”

He hisses, twitching in your hand and he bats it away so he can turn you around and bend you over the table. The same table that you sit with your nieces and your brother and Molly and eat. “Fuck.” Hooking his fingers under the band of your leggings and panties, he strips them down and grabs a handful of your ass while he kicks your legs apart. Treating you roughly like you said you wanted and spitting in his hand to smear it over his cock before he lines up and pushes inside you.

You cry out and he slaps his hand over your mouth. “Be quiet.” He hisses, not even allowing you a moment before he is pushing deep inside of you. 

“Oh fuck.” You hiss into his palm, muffled as he starts to fuck you. It’s what you needed, his free hand squeezing your hip hard enough to leave bruises and you love how his hips slap against your ass.

“Fuck.” He covers your body, practically laying over you while his cock drills into your tight cunt relentlessly. “This what you needed? To get fucked like the nasty little whore you are?” His words are growled into your ear, through clenched teeth every time that little cunt squeezes him like a vice. You’re better than he ever imagined.

You whine against his palm, nodding as you let him use you. Your legs ache as you shift onto your tiptoes to allow him to go even deeper and he hits something that makes your legs shake. The table scraps a little with each movement but you’re past the point of caring if anyone comes into the kitchen, too obsessed with how he feels ramming into you.

“Knew you would be tight.” Frankie huffs quietly, his other hand letting go of your hip and reaching up to squeeze your breast. “Gonna look so pretty dripping my cum.” He grins and nips your ear when you clench down around him again. “You’re gonna sleep with it inside you, aren’t you?”

You nod against his hand, willing to do whatever this man wants of you. The way he fucks into you, drilling your pussy is making you drip onto the kitchen floor, your eyes closing as you struggle to maintain the last shred of composure you have to stop yourself from screaming. Your legs shake and you are grateful he is pressing you into the table because you could easily collapse from the intensity of the sex. You're so close, his fingers pinch your nipple and it sends you over the edge. You clamp down on him, biting his hand to stop yourself from crying out and alerting the rest of the house to your pleasure.

Frankie groans, almost in pain from how well you are squeezing him. Making him quicken his pace and fuck into you been even harder, the table shaking underneath you. Half dozen more pumps of his cock and he’s driving deep inside, biting down on your shoulder while he spills hot ropes of cum into you.

You pant, enjoying how it feels to have his cum paint your walls. You sigh, relaxing beneath him against the table and you love how he kisses your shoulder after biting your skin. “Thank you.” You murmur after he removes his hand from your mouth. “Sorry for biting your hand.” You chuckle, almost drunk from the pleasure.

He chuckles against your ear, breath warming and panting. “Don’t worry about that, princesa.” He rolls his hips once more before he starts to slowly pull out of you so he doesn’t cause any of the cum to fall out. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Rough sex was one thing, but he doesn’t want to really hurt you. He respects you and cares about you.

“No. No. I loved it. It was just what I needed.” You promise him, shifting to stand up and quickly pull your leggings up to make sure none of his cum escapes. You wobble and he grabs your waist to keep you upright. “I loved that.” You tell him, kissing his jaw.

“Good.” His eyes are soft now, leaning in and kissing your lips once more. “Go to bed now, princesa.” He urges you. “Unless you aren’t tired yet and you want to hang out with me on the couch.” He offers, knowing that he doesn’t want to push you away.

You bite your lip, knowing you should go to bed but you don’t want to. You’ve always had a crush on Frankie and you have always wanted to know more about him, more than what your brother has told you. “I’m not tired yet.” You tell him, walking a little awkward with his cum pooling in your panties as you settle on the sofa he’s supposed to be sleeping on.

Frankie nods and looks over at you, pleased to see the still fucked-drunk look on your face. “Was that what you wanted or do you need more?” He asks. “There’s a lot you could do but it’s- it’s intense.”

Your ears perk up, wondering what he means. “Such as? What - what would you do? I enjoyed that. It’s definitely what I needed. What else would you do? If you have another chance.” You inquire, biting your lip as you think about him fucking you again.

Grinning at your most hopeful expression, he leans in closer. “Well, since you're such an eager little thing, I want to train that gag reflex of yours, hold you on my cock and see all the tears streaming down your face.” He smirks. “Maybe control your breathing with my hand around your throat while I fuck you harder than tonight.”

You inhale sharply, your entire body lighting up despite only just cumming moments ago. Your cunt clenches around nothing, pushing more of his cum out of you. “Oh God. Yes. Yes. I want that. Please sir.” It slips out before you can truly think about it, desperate to be dominated and used, you want him to do all of that and more.

His brow shoots up, surprised that you are into this. Not all women are and it’s something that he doesn’t really think about because he would never pressure anyone into it, but he’s got some kinks of his own. “You gonna let me tie you up? Spank your ass until you can’t sit down?” He bites his lip. “Fuck your ass?”

You couldn’t stop the moan that escapes your lips even if you tried. “Yes. God yes. All of that. Can we - are you sure you want to do this? I know Tom can be - well…he’s a dick and I don’t want you to be worried about him. Let’s - I’m here for another month so we can keep it secret. Between us so he doesn’t kill you but Frankie, I want you. I want you to show me how good sex can be.”

The fact that you’re Tom’s sister kept him from making a move on you before, but you’re also a grown ass woman. “You can always come over to my place.” He offers, looking around the house. “Less people to overhear since it’s just me.” He can’t help but be extremely proud of the fact that you want him and not Benny or Will. Even if Will was currently going through a breakup with his fiancée. “Think about the things you want and come up with your safe words” He tells you. “Hard and soft limits.”

You nod, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Text me. I can try and sneak out from here without Tom knowing. I’ll tell him I’m going shopping or something.” You smile, excited for what satisfaction this could bring. You grin, “I better get to bed before Tom comes out for his water bottle. I’ll talk to you soon, baby.” You wink and stand up, “gotta go wash your cum from inside of me.”

Frankie watches you walk out of the room before he stretches out on the couch and kicks his shoes off. He can’t believe that he got to touch you, that he gets to touch you again. Tom might kick his ass if he ever found out, but it was worth the risk.

The next morning, you enter the kitchen to see Frankie, Tom and Benny having some coffee while Molly rushes around to prepare breakfast. “You want some help?” You ask your sister in law. 

She nods, “you can pour the boys some more coffee.” You grab the fresh pot and walk over to the table, serving Tom then Benny and then Frankie. Your eyes meet Frankie’s and you smile at him, trying to not be obvious but you haven’t stopped thinking about how he felt inside of you.

Frankie sends you a small wink, having watched you walk in and he can’t help but grin while he sits in the same spot he had fucked you at. “You’re mighty cheerful this morning.” Benny huffs beside him, looking slightly hungover. 

“I drank less than you.” Frankie shrugs and leans over to knock his shoulder into the younger man’s. “Not hungover.”

You smirk and settle down beside Frankie as Molly serves the breakfast, Benny - as usual - digs in to help himself. You snort and Frankie chuckles, making your stomach twist with how fucking attractive he looks wearing the worn cap. “Good sleep on the sofa?” You ask him.

“Slept like a baby.” Frankie tells and Tom chuckles.

“We’re soldiers, we can sleep anywhere.” He boasts. “I ever tell you about the time Fish was sleeping standing up?” He asks, shaking his head. “Son of a bitch had his glasses on and we were convinced he was awake!”

You giggle, “no you didn’t tell me about that.” You watch Frankie roll his eyes. 

“I had been up all night and just needed twenty minutes to recharge.” 

You imagine all of them during their deployments, realizing how crazy it must’ve gotten. “Plus that good dream you had last night.” Benny pipes up, “moaning and shit. I woke up to get a water and all I heard was a fucking wet dream coming from the sofa.”

Frankie rolls his eyes, huffing. “You were just dreaming shit.” He tells Benny, since he didn’t fuck you on the couch. “Besides,” he nods towards the girls. “There are kids at the table.”

Tom nods in agreement, “and my sister doesn’t need to hear about that shit.” 

You roll your eyes at that, “I am not a child.” 

Tom scoffs, “you are to me.” You huff, sipping your coffee and knowing that Tom will never stop being the asshole he was born to be. You are intrigued by the news that Frankie seemed to have a wet dream. You’ll ask him about that later.

The rest of breakfast passes relatively easily. Managing to concentrate on his food helps, but there are plenty of brushes of your knees under the table. He groans when he sits back and rubs his stomach. “I’ll help clean up, but then I’ve got to head home.” He tells everyone. “Laundry to do before the work week.”

Tom nods, “alright man.” Frankie stands up, taking his dishes over to the sink and you follow him, looking at him as you wash up, fingers brushing when you hand him the dish soap and you swear your pussy is dripping from the simple touch. Before Frankie leaves, you tell Tom you are going to go to the beach and read. Your eyes flick over to Frankie, hoping he gets your meaning. Your brother nods, telling you to take Molly’s car. “I’ll see you around man.” Tom slaps Frankie on the shoulder as he leaves, Benny leaving alongside him and you step forward to hug Frankie, your entire body lighting up as you try to keep your touch innocent. 

“I’ll text you.” You whisper, wanting to see him later.

Frankie squeezes your back, letting you know that he heard you and pulls away. “I’ll see you soon.” He hums, just like he normally does, but he knows it will be very soon. He’s going to go home, jump in the shower and pick up his house to make sure everything is neat for when you come over. Sure that you will end up in bed, he needs to change the sheets.

You watch him drive off in his truck before you rush back inside. Determined to shower and shave and scrub before you head over to his house. You want to look good for him. You also need to write down the soft and hard limits and decide on a safe word - something you haven’t really needed before. After shoving the list into your bag, you text him, asking if you can come over. 

You’re ready to go to him, wearing a bikini and coverup to continue your ruse that you’re going to the beach. When he texts back to come over, you tell Tom you’re going to the beach and he tells you to text him once you’re there and you roll your eyes but agree to text him. “I’m not a kid.” You huff and he snorts, “you are to me.” With a shake of your head, you leave the house and make your way over to Frankie’s.

Dressed in just a pair of jeans, Frankie rolls his eyes at himself. Telling himself that this isn’t 50 Shades of Grey and changes into a pair of sweats, keeping his feet and chest bare. He’d fucked you without doing much more than baring his cock and this time he was going to see every inch of you. His dick twitches in anticipation and it’s kind of a rush to sneak around with you. His house is picked up, not that it was that dirty to begin with, Army training didn’t allow for that. Waiting and already starting to harden at what he was going to do to you today.

You pull up outside of Frankie’s, texting Tom to tell him you’re at the beach, then you get out of the car and head towards Frankie’s front door. Your heart is pounding in anticipation, the list in your purse, and you are excited for what is gonna happen. When Frankie opens the door, you inhale sharply at the sight of his bare chest. Littered with healed wounds and scars, you want to reach out and touch but he steps aside to let you in before you can make a move. “Hey hermosa. Come in.” 

When you’re inside, you take the list out of your purse, holding it out to him. “I wrote everything down.”

Frankie takes the list and waves you towards the couch. You look sexy in the little cover up that shows your bikini underneath but he needs to talk to you before he makes you strip down. “Good. We need to talk about the ground rules before we go any farther.” He sits down and doesn’t open the paper yet. “First, while you are fucking me - you aren’t fucking anyone else.” He narrows his eyes. “I don’t share. And I promise you that I won’t be fucking anyone else either. I don’t do that shit.”

You nod, “no one else. I don’t want to have anyone else fucking me except you.” You promise, knowing that anyone else would be disappointing when compared to Frankie. You eye the paper in his hand, hoping he’s okay with your limits. You don’t want to be fisted or any water sports. You draw the line at scat. And no knife play. You did your research.

You nod, flustered as you think of another safe word until it hits you. “Strawberry. I love strawberries.” You tell him, wiping your hands on your cover up as anticipation lights up your entire body. “As for the stop light system. Red is stop? Green is good?” You ask, new to all of this but fuck if you aren’t already dripping with need for him.

Smirking, he nods at you. “Another thing…..” he licks his lips and his eyes drop down to your mouth. “When you're restrained and your mouth is full, blink three times fast and I’ll check in with you.” He definitely dreamed about that last night - that was what Benny heard when he was on the couch.

You unconsciously do the action and he nods in appreciation, his cock already hard in anticipation. He shifts closer, his mouth nearly touching yours when you pull back. “One last thing…Tom can never find out. He would kill us both.” You tell Frankie who scoffs. 

“I’d be buried six feet under before you, hermosa. Trust me, he can’t find out.” 

You hum in agreement and lean closer, “now kiss me Morales.”

You moan into his mouth, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging in an effort to rile him up. His hands grab your ass and you love it. You love how he is manhandling you already, his fingers digging into your flesh to pull you even closer, his hard cock pressed against your bikini bottoms.

“Fuck.” He had meant to get you on your knees, try out that mouth that he’s dreamed about. But right now, you’re in his arms and you're wearing too many goddamn clothes. Pulling away, he drags the cover over your head and tosses it aside. Not bothering to do more than yank your bikini top down so he can cup your tits and dive into them, greedily wrapping his lips around one nipple.

“Oh shit Frankie.” You cry out, cupping the back of his head as he bites down on your nipple, hard enough to make you gasp. He smirks against your flesh and switches to the other tit, his hands roughly kneading them both as he bites and sucks. “Fuck. Let me - I want to - to suck your cock. Please.” You beg, wanting to please him.

Frankie growls, pulling off your nipple with a harsh pop and he lowers his hand to smack your ass. “Take your fucking bottoms off.” He orders as you scramble off his lap. “I want to see if your cunt will drip onto the floor while my cock’s down your throat.”

You whimper and tug on the strings that keep the bottoms on your body. You toss them aside, loving the way his dark eyes trail down your body, fixing on the curls between your thighs, and you shift to kneel in front of him, reaching for the band of his sweatpants so you can take his hard cock out. When you see him, you moan, mouth practically watering. You didn’t get to see him last night, just felt him, and in the daylight, you can appreciate the beautifully cut head along with the veins that run along his length. “God.” You exhale, wrapping your fingers around his girth and you shuffle closer so you can flick your tongue to gather up the drop of pre-cum that has gathered.

There’s plenty of porn centering around getting your dick sucked or the friend’s sister, but you blown them out of the fucking water. Immediately his hand is on the top of your head, wanting to press you down onto his length but he doesn’t. Not yet. Instead he just rests it there and watches and you explore his cock. Grunting when you press your tongue against the slit. “You like it?” He asks gruffly. “You seemed to like it when it was buried in that tight little cunt of yours.”

You moan, kitten licking the tip before you look up at him. “Your cock is beautiful. God, it felt so good inside of me. Want it down my throat.” You smirk until you are wrapping your lips around the head, closing your eyes as you take him into your mouth.

“Eyes open.” Frankie orders you sharply, smirking when your eyes pop open instantly. “Good girl.” Your moan around his cock makes it twitch. “Want to see your eyes water when you reach the end of my cock, because you’re going to take it all, aren’t you? Like the good little cock slut you are.” You had put down that you wanted to be called names, and whore and slut were at the top of the list. So he was going to give you what you wanted.

His words ignite the fire inside of you, making you drip onto his floor at how fucking hot the derogatory names are coming from his lips. You keep your eyes open, working his cock deeper until you are gagging around his thick length. “Try again.” He orders, pushing you down. You inhale through your nose, his cock pressing down your throat and you concentrate on taking it, wanting to please him. When you feel like you’re not going to be sick, you take him even deeper. Eyes now watering from the effort but you daren’t close your eyes.

He groans at the way your mouth feels. The soft palate and your tongue rubbing him combined with the soft sucks makes him eager to fill your mouth. He’s gonna cum down your throat, then he’s going to see how wet you are and tease you until he is ready to fuck you again. “Fuck yes.” He grunts. “Suck it baby. Show me how good you are.”

His request spurs you on and you move faster, your throat aching as you take him down your throat again and again. Your hand comes up to fondle his balls, feeling the way they tighten and you know he's close. Your eyes continue to water, trying not to blink rapidly since you don't want him to stop you. You want him to cum. You need him to cum.

Frankie groans out your name. “Shit, I’m gonna cum.” He warns you, right before the first salty burst of cum hits your tongue. Moaning again, he continues to cum, pumping ropes of his seed into your mouth while you struggle to swallow it all down.

You gulp it down but a few errant drops drip down your chin, keeping your eyes open to watch him as he cums and your pussy drips onto his floor. He is intoxicatingly beautiful when he cums. You didn't get to see it last night but he's gorgeous and you want to do this again and again.

After the last twitch of his cock, Frankie leans forward and scoops up the drops of his cum off your chin while you pull his cock out of your mouth. “Clean it up.” He tells you, offering his finger out for you to clean off and smirking when you do it without hesitation. “Now get up on the sofa and spread your legs wide. I want to see how wet you got.”

You are quick to stand up and sit down on the sofa, spreading your legs for him without hesitation. You are desperate for him to touch you, however he wants. You just need something. You know you’re dripping and he is going to know when you eagerly spend your thighs for him.

“Look at you.” He coos, hands immediately gripping your thighs and he pushes them farther apart. “Soaked from sucking my cock. You really are a perfect little whore.” Letting go of one thigh, he slides his fingers into your folds and starts to rub your clit. “Too bad you wore a bikini today.” He muses. “I would bend you over my knee to see if spanking you would get you as wet. But we can’t risk your brother seeing the welts I’m going to put on your ass.”

“Next time.” You pant when he rubs your clit, and you close your eyes when your entire body burns with need for him. 

“Look at me.” He orders and slaps your pussy, making a loud moan escape your lips. 

Fuck, you loved that. His fingers hit your clit again and you whine. “Please Frankie. Sir, I need - I need to cum.”

The way your hips buck against his face is instant and his free hand presses against your stomach to keep you still while he flicks his tongue over your clit. Your chest heaves as you stare down at him. “Fuck Frankie. Feels so good.” You love the way he seems to be ravenous for your pussy.

He licks and sucks on you like a man enjoying his favorite treat, because you are delicious. His fingers squelch, buried knuckle deep and he chuckles around your clit when he finds your g-spot and you squeal his name. Making sure that he keeps pressing against it with every flick of his wrist while he watches your face.

You can’t do anything but slump against his sofa, panting his name over and over as he works you towards an orgasm. He is an expert, having quickly learned your body and you are so close to cumming. “Shit Frankie. I’m gonna - I’m gonna - oh fuck!” You squeal, thighs clamping down on his head as you soak his fingers.

Groaning, Frankie pulls his fingers out of your cunt and replaces them with his tongue. Drinking you down just like you had drunk him. Lapping at your release until you stop quivering around his tongue and he takes one last swipe at your clit before he smirks up at you. “That good enough for now? Until I’m ready to fuck you again?”

You nod, relaxing back into his sofa, heart pounding as you come down from your orgasm and you watch him as he settles down beside you. “None of my exes made me cum through oral before.” You admit, biting your lip as you lean your head against the back of the couch.

“What?” He shakes his head in disgust. “That’s pathetic.” His hand is on your thigh, his fingers caressing your skin softly. “I’m sorry you were with such douches, but I promise that you won’t ever not cum unless it’s a punishment.” He smirks. “Then it just makes the next orgasm better.”

You grin, excited to truly see what he has to offer you. This is what you want, to be dominated and fucked hard but you enjoy these softer moments you and Frankie have had. His hand caresses your thigh and you are curious. “Were you like this with your exes? Dominant?”

“When they wanted me to be.” Frankie gives a small shrug. “I guess I’m a bit of a switch? I don’t care who’s in charge. It doesn’t have to be me. But I don’t mind being dominant.” It’s not something that he’s really talked about with a lot of women, just naturally falling into a pattern.

You smile, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair before you tug on it. “Maybe one day you can let me dominate you. I would like to try it. I’m open. I just want to try everything. My exes were so vanilla and I want something different. To feel things I haven’t felt before.”

Frank hisses, his cock twitching. “I would let you.” He admits with a grin. “I like a little bit of pain with my pleasure, too.” His fingers dig into the meat of your thigh and then he rubs it as if to soothe away the hard touch.

You smirk, leaning in to kiss along his neck as you reach down to caress his thigh. You want him again, want to feel him inside of you again, and you know you will want to keep feeling him. You whimper his name against his neck, nipping his ear. “I want you to do what you want to me.”

Frankie growls softly, his cock hardening again and he can’t believe that he gets to fuck you. He knows that you want more than just a traditional fuck but he wants to see your face. Last night he didn’t get to. “I’m going to tie you to my bed.” He decides. “Put your legs up and fold you in half. See if you’re a squirter.”

You whimper, nodding in agreement at his proposal to tie you up and you shift closer to press your lips to his, wanting to slide your tongue into his mouth and see how he reacts. "Fuck me." You breathe against his lips, wanting him to make the first move.

Frankie groans, immediately kissing you again. You are already naked so he doesn’t have to strip you down. Lunging to his feet, he captures both of your wrists and drags you up off the couch, pinning them behind your back. “Walk.” He tells you, keeping your wrists in his while walking you like he would a prisoner.

You let him guide you to his bedroom, your entire body on fire with anticipation as he shoves you into his bedroom. “Lay down on the bed. Do not touch yourself.” He orders then starts to search for his silk ties. “Yes sir.” You reply breathlessly, spreading your legs for him.

Grinning at the eagerness in your voice, he’s coming back over with the ties quickly. Knotting them around the bed and then around your wrists with the skill of a man who has tied many ropes, soon you are helpless. Making his cock twitch at the sight of you spread out on his bed.

You’re dripping onto his sheets, unable to believe how hot it is to be restrained like this. You’re eager to be touched by him, let him do what he wants to your body. “Frankie. Please. Touch me.” You whine, pulling slightly in the ties as you ache for something instead of him standing at the foot of the bed looking down at you.

Chuckling darkly, Frankie pulls his sweats down, kicking them off and kneeling on the bed. “Patience.” He orders, slapping the inside of your thigh sharply and pushing your thighs apart and hooking them up on his shoulders. “Look at you.” He huffs. “Shameless. Begging to get fucked. Greedy cunt begging for my cock.”

You whimper, wishing you could touch him but loving that you can’t. “I’m your whore. This is your cunt. Ready for you to fuck whenever you want.” You promise, bucking against air as you try to get closer to the cock that is so near where you need him. 

“Dirty girl.” He slaps his fingers against your pussy and chuckles again when you moan. “I’ll give you what you need.” He promises, taking himself in hand and starting to line up so he can sink into you. “I want you to take every inch like a good girl.”

You gasp when he pushes into you, practically folding you in half as he pushes his cock into you inch by inch so you feel every vein and ridge. “Oh fuck, Frankie.” You whimper, closing your eyes.

Gripping your chin, he squeezes your jaw. “Keep your eyes on me, beautiful.” He growls out. “Want to see those eyes when I make you cum.” He knows you won’t be able to help yourself, but the way you clench around his cock tells him that you like it.

"Y-Yes sir." You pant and he begins to rock his hips, hitting deep inside of you to a place no one has found before. "Shit Frankie. That - that feels good." You keep your eyes on him, loving his clenched jaw and the dark look in his eyes as he looms over you. "So sexy." You comment, unable to stop yourself.

His hips piston forward and back, driving into you again and again as he grunts. “Fuck you’re tight.” He hisses, loving the way you squeeze his cock as he bottoms out. His hand slides down from your jaw to loosely hold your throat. Watching your eyes widen and your breath catch when he flexes his fingers.

He waits for a moment to see if you are going to say your safe word but when you don't, he squeezes a little tighter. You gush around his cock, your entire body reacting to the motion. It's what you need, what you want. Your moan is choked and it's beautiful as it echoes in his bedroom. His cock still moving inside of you and your eyes roll into the back of your head as you allow yourself to enjoy this rough treatment.

“Fuck, you like it.” Frankie huffs out, thrilled that he can give this to you. His hips slap against your ass, his pace getting rougher and his thrusts harder as he fills you. Making sure that his hand tightens when his cock is buried inside your hot, dripping cunt.

You moan, “lo- love it.” You choke and he chuckles, continuing to fuck you hard. Your nails dig into your palms, wishing you could touch him but also loving that you can’t. Your cunt grips his cock and you are so close. His pelvis is just rubbing against your clit and he’s hitting something that makes your calves shake beside his head.

“You’re gonna cum.” He can tell by the way your entire body tenses. Your walls are starting to flutter around him. “You can’t help it, all you can do is take it. To let me use you.” Leaning forward, he pushes your legs back further and changes the angle again.

“Oh fuck!” You squeal at the new angle. Loving how he is hitting something devastating and you’re so close. His hand squeezes your throat and you’re done. It’s like a blackout. Pleasure blinding you as you struggle to keep your eyes on him and you grip his cock while gushing, squirting onto his stomach and balls in a feeling you’ve never experienced before.

“Shit, shit, shit.” He hisses at the slick slapping of skin now that he’s made you soak him and the bed. Utterly wrecked by the way you feel and the way you look when you cum. Four, five more thrusts and he’s groaning, pulling out of you so he can spurt his seed all over your cunt and chest as he keeps you folded over.

You watch him as he cums, chest heaving and it’s fucking beautiful. His hand off of your throat as he works his cock of every drop to paint your skin and you wish you could lean forward and wrap your lips around the head. “Fuck that was - oh God. I don’t - I don’t think I can talk.” You chuckle breathlessly.

“Good.” Frankie grunts as he looks down at the mess on your skin. “Fuck, you soaked the bed.” He lets go of his cock to caress your calf. “How did it feel?” He asks. “Too much pressure, not enough? Anytime you want something to change, you tell me.”

You smile, almost drunkenly, "it was perfect. I loved it. It's what I wanted." You promise, wishing you could reach down and scoop up the cum drying on your skin but you can't. "You just - wow. I have never had a man make me cum like that." You close your eyes, ready for a nap but you know you need to be getting back to Tom's before he starts calling.

Frankie lowers your legs and reaches up to untie your hands so you are free. “Lay there.” He murmurs. “I’ll get you cleaned up.” As much as you will probably protest, it's his job to look after you while the two of you are doing this. Leaning down, he presses his lips softly to yours. “Relax, I’ll be right back.”

You sigh, relaxing into his bed and you want to sleep, cuddle with him for a while and you wonder if Tom will notice if you’re gone for another hour. Maybe not. When Frankie comes back in to clean you up, you smile at him and he kisses you once more before he hands one of his t-shirts to you to wear. “I’ll get you some water too and a snack.” He says as he walks out of his bedroom, wearing his boxers. It’s hard to not think about being with Frankie when you’re in the aftermath of your orgasms, imagining being with him, dating him. It would be too easy but there’s no way Tom would ever allow it.

Frankie grabs you a bottle of water and a granola bar, one of the ones that he loves and brings it back to you. When he comes back, you’ve moved out of the wet spot and are wearing his shirt, making him grin. “You look comfy.” He tells you as he walks over and sits down beside you. “Exactly what a relaxing day on the beach would be like.” He knows you should be good for another hour before Tom starts looking for you. “We can even sneak in a nap.”

You smile, taking the water bottle and you take a few gulps, suddenly thirsty, and you set it down on his nightstand before opening the granola bar. “Oh I love these.” You say, looking at the packaging. “Tom hopefully won’t be calling me for a bit to chase me up. Honestly, you’d think I was a teenager with the way he’s up my ass all the time.” You roll your eyes and take a bite of the bar.

Snorting, Frankie shakes his head. “He’s just looking out for you.” He promises, stretching out beside you. “He told me that the day that you were adopted, you were scared. That he was twelve, thirteen at the time? He said he promised you that you didn’t have to be scared. He was always going to protect you.” Tom can be a dick, everyone knows that, but he’s also loyal to those he loves. “He still sees you as that scared two year old who clung to him.”

You swallow your bite and absorb Frankie’s words. Tom has never told you that. You’ve always been kinda close but when he became a teenager and then went into the army, you grew apart due to your age gap and you’ve never really understood each other since. “I know he’s trying to protect me but I am a grown woman.” You sigh, setting the bar down on his nightstand then you snuggle into his pillow. “I just - I just wish he would trust me to make good choices.” 

Frankie chuckles, “and I’m a good choice?” 

You grin, shifting closer to kiss his lips, “the best choice.”

“Well, hopefully he will relax a little.” Frankie offers, knowing that won’t happen anytime soon. “You should stop letting him dictate when you go out or how long you are gone.” He gives a small shrug. “If he tries to be a dick about it, tell him you’ll stay somewhere else.”

You snort, “oh I’m sure he would allow that. He would probably track me down and tell the hotel owner or whoever that I can’t stay there. He’d get me back in his house at some point. I think he only just realized I'm not a virgin. I love him, he’s my big brother, but God - I just - I need space.” You sigh, cuddling into Frankie’s chest and you inhale that woodsy scent of his shower gel. “Thank you for today. It was amazing.” You close your eyes, suddenly exhausted.

Frankie drapes his arm over your back and strokes your spine. “You’ve got space here.” He promises, knowing that he will let you come over whenever you want. You hum and snuggle into him, body starting to relax as you fall asleep. This is dangerous, getting involved with you, but he can’t help but look forward to you coming over again, not just for the sex either.

You aren’t sure how long you’ve been asleep but you are woken up to your cell phone ringing. You immediately sit up, knowing that ringtone. It’s Tom. You shift away from a sleeping Frankie who was woken up by your sudden movement and you rush into the living room to get your purse, grabbing the phone to answer it. “Hey Tom.” You pant slightly. 

Tom says your name and you know you’re in trouble. “You’re not home. You said a couple of hours. It’s been five and it looks like it’s gonna rain.” 

You bite your lip, “I lost track of time. Ended up napping under the umbrella. I’ll come home now.” You tell him and Tom says, “see you soon.” You sigh, hanging up and staring at the phone for a moment. 

Frankie comes out a moment later, “Tom?” He guesses and you nod. 

“I gotta go.” You grab your bikini, quickly changing back into it and tugging on your coverup. You walk over to Frankie, “thank you.” You kiss him, reluctant to leave but you know Tom will be calling again soon.

Frankie nods, squeezing your hip. He wants to tell you to text him when you get home, but he doesn’t want you to feel like you have another parental figure breathing down your throat. “Next time I’ll feed you more than a granola bar.” He picks up your bathing suit cover and turns it right side out to hand to you.

You quickly put it on and grab your purse, kissing Frankie one last time before you leave, getting into the car and making your way back to Tom’s, praying he isn’t suspicious. You want to see Frankie again. “What took so long?” Tom asks as you enter the house. 

“I told you, I fell asleep.” You look over to Molly who shakes her head at her husband, “she is a grown woman Tom. Leave her alone.” Tom listens to his wife, narrowing his eyes slightly and you huff, 

“I’m going to shower.” You walk into the guest bathroom and smile to yourself as you clean up. Once you’re dressed again, you text Frankie. “I’m home. Had such a good time. Are you free tomorrow?”

Frankie grins when he gets your text. “For you, totally available.” He pauses and decides to add onto it. “Almost told you to text me but didn’t want to be like Redfly. What do you want to do tomorrow? 😈”

You smirk, quickly typing a reply before you decide to send him the porno you were watching the other week. “This is what I want to do.” You hit send and bite your lip as you wait for his response. You loved that video. The woman was spanked, edged and finally, fucked in the ass. You want that.

Watching the video, Frankie hisses, definitely turned on by the idea of doing those things to you. His response is quick. “Wear pants and make sure your brother doesn’t expect you home anytime soon.” He hits send and gets up to make sure he’s got lube in his bathroom. Otherwise he will need to make a trip to the store to get some things.

The next morning, you are practically vibrating with anticipation. You have cleaned up and are ready to head over to Frankie’s. You texted him to arrange to meet before lunch because you know Tom will have his real estate class today. He will be there all day so you will have time to be at Frankie’s. “Okay Mol, I’m gonna go to the mall.” You tell her and she calls out goodbye, working on cleaning the house. You tap your fingers on the steering wheel as you make your way to Frankie’s.

Everything is ready and waiting, he chuckles at himself, willing to admit that he might have gone overboard at the toy store. He didn’t have the lube, so he had to go out. While he was going, he decided to pick up a paddle and a wand to use on you. Knowing that it’s much more fun when he has help driving you crazy. 

Besides, the black leather paddle has a cut out of a heart and those welts will look gorgeous on your skin. Plus the collar he had found would feed into those ‘being used’ fantasies that you had. He smirks at the thought of using the metal ring and dragging you closer to him. Walking out of the bedroom into his kitchen to grab a beer, waiting for you to show up.

You exhale shakily as you get out of the car, the butt plug you put in earlier that was stowed in your suitcase along with the dildo makes you move a little awkwardly but you wanted to surprise Frankie and also be prepared. You adjust your purse after ringing the doorbell, waiting for him to answer and when he does, your heart skips a beat. “Hey.” You greet him, shifting closer so you can peck his lips.

“Hey.” Frankie grins and pulls you closer, not allowing that stingy kiss to pass muster. He slides his tongue into your mouth and pushes you up against the doorframe to press his body against yours. “Are you ready, baby?” He asks when he pulls away, satisfied when you look slightly dazed.

You nod, caressing his chest until you can slide your hands under his t-shirt, touching his tummy. “I'm ready.” You tell him, kissing his neck, and you slide your hand down to his crotch. “Ready for this cock, sir.”

Laughing, he grabs your hand and shakes his head. “Un uh baby. First you need to be spanked.” He smirks. “Sneaking around and fucking your brother’s friend. Being such a little whore.” He guides you inside the house and shuts the door. “Want to spank you until you are crying, maybe even finger you while I do it. Or use the toy I bought.”

You can't stop the whimper that escapes your lips as you let him guide you into his house and you kick your shoes off. “You can do whatever you want. I have my safe word. Please baby. Fuck me. Do what you want to me.”

Smirking, Frankie slaps your ass playfully. “I thought that’s what you came over here for?” He teases with a small chuckle. He turns around and lifts a brow. “I want you to strip for me. Give me a little show.” He decides as he sits back down and spreads his legs wide as he gets comfortable.

You watch him sit down and you grin, deciding to tease him a little. You turn your back to him so he can see your ass and you wiggle it, reaching down for the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it up and lowering it down for a moment, shaking your ass again until you pull your shirt over your head, exposing the black lace bra you picked out for him. You toss the shirt down, spinning to show him your cleavage and you lean forward towards him, hands on his knees. You smirk and shift to stand up, reaching for the button to undo it and you pull the zipper down, pushing your pants down to expose the matching panties.

“Damn.” Whistling through his teeth, he admires the lingerie. “You dressed up for me.” Reaching out, he trails a finger along the curve of your ass with a grin. “You shouldn’t have.” He coos, playfully. “Maybe you just wanted to feel sexy, but you should always feel sexy, baby.” His cock definitely likes the little outfit you had put on for him, twitching in his jeans eagerly. He had been looking forward to this all morning. 

You giggle, “oh I wanted to see that look on your face.” You look at him over your shoulder, enjoying the flustered and lusty stare he gives you. You reach up to undo your bra, turning so he can see your tits as you expose them, and you hook your fingers in your panties, pushing them down to show him your curls then turn around, bending over to display the plug nestled in your ass.

“Fucking hell.” His eyes blowing wide with surprise, he reaches out and touches the end of the plug with a groan. “Oh fuck baby, you’re pretty with this plug in your ass.” He grips it and gives it a small tug, making you moan. “Does it feel good? Do you want to be spanked with it still in your ass?” 

You love how much he loves it. “Yes. God yes. Can I-? I want to straddle you.” You tell him and he nods, playfully slapping your ass until you turn around and you straddle his lap. You immediately press your lips to his, needing to touch him.

He lets you lead the kiss right now. He will take over when he needs to, but this is also about your exploration of all manner of sexual things. It includes giving you a little bit of control as well. Besides, he likes the way you are tangling your fingers into his now non-regulation haircut and grinding down on his hardening cock.

You slide your tongue against his, tugging on his hair, and you love how he lets you take over for the moment. You pull back after a moment, looking into his nearly black eyes. “I’ve been a very bad girl.” You admit, “I touched myself last night thinking of you spanking me.”

Frankie growls, reaching down and gripping both of your ass cheeks and pulling them apart as he gropes them. “You shouldn’t have done that.” He huffs, even though he doesn’t actually mind. “Did you make yourself cum?” His eyes narrow when you nod. “I’m going to have to punish you for that.”

You love that he’s playing along and you pout, continuing the act. “I'm sorry sir. I know this pussy belongs to you but I - I just needed to cum.” You squeal when he grabs your waist and flips you so you are laying across his lap, your heart thumping with anticipation until the first smack of his hand hits your ass. You bite your lip to smother your moan, loving the sting.

He rubs your ass and makes sure that he moves your plug slowly. You whimper and he clicks his tongue in disappointment. “Count.” He orders you, lifting his hand up and bringing it back down on your ass sharply.

Your gasped one makes him chuckle. You shift on his lap, both loving and hating the sting. His hand comes down onto your ass again. “Two.” You whimper, fingers curling into the edge of his sofa. Smack. “Three.” Smack. “Four.” Smack. “Five.” You’re breathless and dripping. “Fuck Frankie.”

“Spread your slutty little thighs.” Frankie orders, dipping his fingers down to feel the slick arousal that is dripping out of your cunt and sliding down to your clit. “Someone’s excited.” He coos, rubbing your clit harshly a few times. “I bought you a wand when I was picking up lube.”

You moan at the way his calloused fingers rub your clit so well. “Yeah?” You pant, “you gonna - you gonna use it on me?” You ask, desperate for more as you grind back onto his fingers with a soft moan of his bake.

“Thinking about it.” He admits before he pulls his hand away and spanks you again, a touch more force behind this one. 

“Fuck, Frankie!” You cry out, not expecting the next lick. 

“Count.” He reminds you. 

“Fiv- no six.” You gasp. “It was six.” 

Frankie hums and picks up the wand. “Good girl.”

You hear the vibrations from behind and close your eyes in anticipation. When the wand presses against your clit, you squeal. “Stay still.” Frankie growls, smacking your ass cheek with his free hand. You struggle to remain still as the toy vibrates deliciously against your clit.

He loves the way that you moan for him, your hips rocking back slightly against the toy. He presses his hand against your ass before he gives you another swat, watching your ass cheeks tense and the plug disappearing under the lace as you clench them together briefly. “Keep your legs apart.”

You struggle but obey his order, whimpering as you get closer and closer to cumming. “Oh fuck. It feels so good. Oh shit. You’re gonna make me cum.” You moan and all of a sudden, the vibrations stop. You cant withhold the whine of protest that escapes your lips as you grind back onto the now motionless toy. “Frankie. Please.”

He chuckles again. “You wanted to be edged.” He reminds you, setting the wand down and smacking your ass again. You cry out and he rubs the spot before he smacks it again. “I have a paddle I’m going to use.” He tells you, reaching for the paddle so he can show you it.

Your eyes widen at the sight of the paddle, the heart cut out making your pussy drip as you imagine that welt staying on your skin long after you’ve left his home. “Do it.” You order, wanting to see how it feels compared to his hand.

“So bossy.” He teases before he draws his hand back and brings the paddle down on your ass. The sharp sound echoes through the bedroom and he can’t help but twitch underneath you at how your skin shivers and breaks out in goosebumps.

You cry out, the sting harder than his hand but fuck, its so good. So damn good. “Oh shit Frankie.” You hiss and he pauses, waiting for your safe word. 

“Green?” He asks. 

“Green. Fuck, Green. Do it again.” You plead, loving the pain that the paddle brings.

Again and again the paddle comes down on your ass. Pausing momentarily to soothe the sting and check in to make sure that you still want more. Placing heart shapes all over the curve of your ass. Humming at how well you are doing until he pauses again and picks up the wand. “You’re doing so good.” He coos. “Have you learned your lesson about touching that pussy without my permission?”

"Yes sir. Never- never touch it without your permission. It's yours." You promise, gasping when he presses the wand to your clit. You're certain you've dripped onto his jeans, unable to help yourself with how fucking hot this has been so far. Your wildest dreams come true. "Yes. Yes. Can I - please can I come?"

Frankie chuckles, shifting the wand so he can pick up the paddle. “You’re going to cum while I spank you. Aren’t you, you dirty girl.” He slaps the paddle down on your ass. “Cum.”

You can't deny him, the wand combined with the pain from the paddle sends you over the edge and you cry his name as you cum. Soaking his jeans from how worked up you were from the edging and from the spanking.

“Jesus.” Frankie sets the paddle down and caresses your ass, feeling the welts and heat from the spanking. “You did so good, baby.” The wand is still against your clit, helping you ride out your high while you buck across his thighs.

You try to get away from the wand when it becomes too much, a whimper escaping your lips as you try to shift away from his lap to stop the stimulation. When he takes pity and moves the wand away, you slump down onto his lap. "Fuck. That was - I don't know if I'll be able to sit down for a week." You joke.

He chuckles and continues to caress your ass. He’s throbbing in his jeans but if you are done, he will ignore it. “I have some aloe cream to rub into your skin.” He murmurs softly. While he loves the way you react, he doesn’t want you to be too uncomfortable.

You nod, finally catching your breath and you shift to straddle him, pressing your lips to his and the rough denim of his jeans scrapes your ass but you want more. You're greedy and unable to deny it. "I want you to fuck my ass next." You murmur, kissing along his jaw."On my stomach. Want you to admire your handiwork as you fuck me." You tell him, pressing your lips to his again. "Want you to ruin me, Francisco." You murmur, pulling back to look into those dark eyes you can't seem to get out of your mind.

He pats your hip and nods. “Get out of your panties and lay on your stomach baby. I want to see that plug in your ass.” When you move off of him, he stands and strips his own clothes off quickly, smirking at the large wet spot on his thighs and his cock bobs heavily when he’s naked. “Gonna stretch you out around my fingers first.”

You shove your panties down and shift to lay down on the sofa, heart pumping in anticipation for him touching you some more. You can't wait to feel his fingers inside of you. You turn your head as he looms over you, still handing, and you lean forward to wrap your lips around his leaking head, pressing your tongue against the slit to taste his pre-cum.

“Shit.” He hisses softly, eyes drifting closed as he lets you take him into your mouth. “Had fucking dreams about that fucking mouth of yours.” He pants before he rocks his hips back. “But right now, I want your ass.” He shuffles behind you and straddles your thighs. “Have you every had anyone fuck you in the ass?”

You shake your head, sighing as he rubs your ass. “No one. None of my exes wanted to go through the prep. Wanted to just slide their cock inside without any work to open me up. I wouldn’t let them do that.” You tell him, realizing that your exes were truly inadequate.

Frankie tuts and shakes his head. “I can’t say that I’m disappointed.” He admits, letting go of you so he can apply some lube to his fingers before he pulls the plug out. “I like the idea of claiming you like no one else has.” He grips the flared end of the plug and twists it slightly to make you moan before he tugs it out of you gently.

You gasp when his fingers replace the plug, slowly pushing one then two inside of you to work on stretching you out. “Oh fuck. That feels good.” You admit, arching your back. “My ass is yours baby. Yours to-to take.” You promise, wanting it to be him.

He knows some people try to rush prep for anal, but that’s not him. Slowly working his fingers in and out of you and scissoring them inside you to make sure you can take him easier. Caressing your spine and ass while he does. It’s another type of anticipation for him, putting in the work to get the reward. “I’m going to.” He promises you. “Gonna fill up your ass. See if you can cum like this. See if you love having your ass fucked. You will. You’re so cock hungry, you’ll love it.”

His words make you moan and you let him finger you, opening you up until he is satisfied that you're ready. When you hear the click of him opening the lube bottle, your whimper of anticipation makes him chuckle as he squirts the lube onto your puckered hole after withdrawing his fingers.

“Let me know if I need to stop.” He doesn’t want to just thrust into you, knowing he would hurt you if he did that. Instead, he slicks up his cock and shuffles forward to press against the hole he wants to be in. Moaning slightly when he feels the resistance give and the head slips inside. “Just breathe.” He cautions as he starts to rock his hips slowly.

You grip the edge of the sofa, ready to feel him inside of you and when he pushes deeper, you breathe deep, exhaling after a moment. "Fuck. That - that feels different. Good different." You add, not wanting him to pull out. He had stretched you a lot but there's still a sting as he pushes deeper.

His hand slides up and down your spine, trying to soothe you. “Good.” He huffs, loving how tightly you squeeze his cock. “I’ll go slow. Tell me if you need a moment.” He’s already aware that he’s got a cock that plenty of women wouldn’t let near their ass, but he doesn’t want you to hate this, especially when you wanted to explore this.

You exhale, trying to take him and you love how slow he is going, steadily rocking his hips back and forth to work himself deeper inside of you until you can take every inch. When he’s deep inside of you, you close your eyes and enjoy the moment, practically dripping onto the sofa below you as he leans over to kiss along your neck. “I’m good.” You promise, reaching behind you to run your fingers through his hair.

Frankie closes his eyes and moans quietly, loving the softness in your touch. He doesn’t mind it, loves it actually, even if you want to be ‘wrecked’. He pulls back and withdrawals almost completely before pushing back in smoothly until his thighs hit your ass.

“Oh shit.” You moan, back arching as he begins a slow but steady pace, making you whimper and grind back onto him as you get used to his length. “God. This feels so good. Weird but good.” You comment and he chuckles.

“I know. You like it?” He asks. 

“Yes. Yes. Oh!” You gasp when his hand slaps your sore ass, mixing pleasure and pain in the most delicious way.

Frankie chuckles and watches his cock move in and out of you. “Knew you would love it.” He pants out. “Now I need to fulfill my promise to you.” He flattens himself across your back and whispers in your ear. “I’m going to wreck you, baby.”

“Yes. Yes. Do it.” You plead, grinding back onto his cock that sinks so deep inside of you. “Shit.” You reach back to tangle your fingers in his hair, wanting to spur him on. “Oh fuck!” You squeal when he reacts, his hips slamming against your ass.

He changes his pace. No longer slow thrusts, he rocks his hips into you harshly. The slapping of skin filling the bedroom again. Gripping your hips tight and making sure that he punches a squeal out of you every time he surges back into you.

“Oh my God. Oh my God.” You rush out, nails trying to find purchase on his sofa as he rams into you over and over, making your eyes roll into the back of your head. Each thrust has your clit grinding against the rough leather of his sofa and it's intense. “Frankie. Oh fuck Frankie.”

He moves his hands to your lower back, pushing down to change the angle, ramping up his pace even more. He had been going at about a seven, but now he’s frantic, almost unhinged as he fucks you. Grunting behind you and hissing as he thrusts into you.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” You scream, unable to stop yourself as you cum. Your clit is being stimulated just right and your ass squeezes his cock as he pushes into you, making you clamp down around nothing as you cum.

“Fuck.” Frankie hisses, his thrusts faltering and he grinds into you, unable to move as you clench down around him. “God, you’re so good.” He praises breathlessly, pulling you back against his chest and kissing along your neck while he chases his own orgasm.

You cling to his arms that are wrapped around you, unable to do anything other than let him seek his high. He thrusts hard and deep, taking your breath away until he cums. “Fuck. Cum for me Frankie.” You turn your head and kiss his jaw.

Closing his eyes, Frankie follows your order. Burying himself deep, he groans out your name. Filling your ass with hot ropes of his cum in achingly long spurts that steal his breath and making his entire body shake.

You pant, leaning back against his chest as he remains buried deep inside of you, filling you as he allows small rocks to work himself through his orgasm. “Oh God. That was-” You exhale, unsure of what to say as you revel in the pleasure he’s brought you.

“Fucking incredible.” He murmurs in your ear, kissing your skin randomly while he catches his breath. “You’re fucking incredible.” Regret that your Tom’s sister and that you’re not looking for anything serious flashes through him but he pushes it away. “Now I can rub some cream into your skin and we can nap, or I can run you a bath. I have some salts that will help with the soreness.”

“Ooo a bath sounds good.” You hum, “only if you get in it with me.” You smile and kiss his jaw when he kisses your cheek. You wish you could have this man every day but you know Tom would kill you and Frankie if he ever found out about the two of you. He told you he’d never let his brothers be near you because he’s seen how they have been with women in the past. Womanizers. Frankie seems different, he’s sweet and kind and so funny. “And a snack sounds good.” You’re suddenly starving.

“Do you want to order some food?” He asks, squeezing your hip before he slowly starts to pull out of you. Groaning quietly and hating leaving the tight heat of your body. “Have something delivered while we clean up?”

“That sounds good. Pizza?” You suggest, “I’m good with any toppings…just not pineapple.” You whimper when you feel his cock leave your body and his cum starts to drip out of you. “Good thing you have a leather sofa.”

He chuckles and nods. “Easy cleanup.” He helps you off the couch and gathers up the toys. “Come on baby, I’ll set up the bath so you can start soaking and then I’ll order the pizza and get you some water before I get in with you.” He tells you as he guides you back into his bedroom. “And you should, uh, try to push out the cum.” He tells you awkwardly.

You giggle at his awkwardness. “I’ll do that now. I need to use the bathroom.” You kiss his cheek and make your way to his enclosed toilet, shutting the door so you can pee and push his cum out of you.

Frankie starts the bath, dumping in those soothing salts he had been recommended when he was banged up. Setting out a couple of towels and tossing the toys in the sink to be washed after he cleans up himself. “I’m gonna go get some water and order the pizza.” He calls out, striding through his house naked.

You turn off the bath when the water is high enough and you carefully step into the bath just as Frankie walks in with two bottles of water. You sink down, groaning at the hot water and shift forward so he can get in behind you. When he does, you lean back against him, turning your head to kiss his neck. “Thank you for today. Everything really. It’s been - it’s more than I imagined.”

“I’m surprised you picked me.” He admits, sliding his arms around you and stroking your stomach. Enjoying the moment and the inherent softness of sharing a bath. “I expected you to ask Benny, out of the two of us.”

You snort, "Benny? No way. He is too...he would be telling Tom within a day by accident. He's too...gung ho. Plus I think he's a quick pump chump." You admit, biting your lip as you look at Frankie. "Seems a little selfish in the bedroom."

“Nah.” Frankie shakes his head. “Benny’s more dependable than that. I’ve had to listen to him and whatever girl he’s brought back to the barracks before.” He huffs and rolls his eyes. “But I’m gonna be a little proud and say that I’m better.”

You chuckle, rubbing his forearms, "I don't think Benny is as sexy as you. He's hot but you- you have always made me flustered." You confess, "always touched myself to the thought of you at night after seeing you. I knew you would be able to fuck me properly. You have that...understated authority."

“Hmmmm, is that right?” He asks, unable to his smirk as he preens at your compliment. “Well, hopefully I won’t disappoint you.” He slides his hand lower and cups your cunt. “Making sure that you enjoy yourself now. Give you what you want, what you need.”

"You could never disappoint me Frankie. Ever. You are-" You are cut off when his fingers rub your clit. "You know exactly what I need. So good to me. Making me cum. Fucking me just right. Baby...you are too good to me."

He scoffs, continuing to rub your clit. Slowly and gently while you relax in the warm water. If anything you are too good for him. You should have someone better than him between your thighs. And he’s sure that you will, when you go back home. For now though, he’s going to gorge himself on the ability to touch you. “So gorgeous when you cum.” He murmurs, kissing your neck. “Want you to do it again.”

You moan at his words, grinding down onto his fingers and you are so close to begging him to be yours, so close to begging him to let you be his. You know it wouldn't work, Tom would destroy any potential and you know Frankie would listen to Tom over you. Still, you have this for now. You gasp when he pushes two fingers into you, pressing his thumb against your clit. "God, you're gonna make me cum."

Humming against your skin in agreement, Frankie circles your clit again with the pad of his finger. “Want you to cum.” He purrs in your ear, curling his fingers up. He wants you addicted to him, craving his touch. It’s wrong, especially since he knows you don’t want permanent, but he can’t help himself. His other hand cups your tit and he pinches your nipple. “Be a good girl for me.”

His words combined with his touch send you over the edge, softly crying out as you clamp down on his digits. “Frankie.” You gasp, tilting your head back against his shoulder as you soak his fingers.

He loves the way you say his name, sighing in your ear as he works you through the smaller, but no less satisfying orgasm. Pulling his fingers away when you are stiffening so he doesn’t overstimulate you. Not needed after today. This was just to make you soft and blissed out. “So good.” He praises, holding you close while you relax against him.

You turn your head to press your lips against his, feeling his hardening cock behind you. “Let me-” You murmur against his lips, reaching to shift to reach behind you. 

He cuts you off with a shake of his head, “no. I’m fine. Just lay here.” He orders, pulling you back into his chest. You sigh, relenting and relaxing into him once more, unsure of how much time has passed since you arrived at his house.

Frankie just relaxes with you in his arms. “The pizza should be here soon.” He tells you softly. “Although, I wish that you didn’t have to worry about leaving.” If you had been anyone else, he would have been making plans to take you to breakfast, but you have a brother that would kill him without thinking twice.

After you've eaten the pizza, you gather your things and stand by Frankie's front door. "I have to go." You sigh, having already texted Tom to say you were on your way home. Frankie wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to press his lips to yours. "Thank you for today. It was...more than I expected. It was perfect." You kiss his jaw before pressing your lips to his again, reluctant to leave.

You kiss him again, practically dragging yourself away from him as you grab your purse and make your way out of his house, he's not too far behind you, opening the door of your rental car and you sigh when he presses you up against the door, kissing you one last time. "See you around, Morales." You smile as you get into the driver's seat, Frankie closing the door for you. When you drive off, you watch him in the rearview mirror and curse the way your heart already aches.

A week later, having squeezed every moment you can together, Frankie sends you a text. He’s supposed to have today off, but the other pilot had called in sick. “Hey, how do you feel about coming with me to work? I can show you around the hanger 😏 and you can be my co-pilot for the charter I got roped into doing.”

You grin after you open Frankie’s message. You have two weeks left in Florida and you don’t want to waste a moment so you reply back with a “I’ll bring my sexy copilot outfit 😉 What time do you want me at your place?” You hit send, still smiling at the phone. 

“Who are you texting that has you smiling like that? Better not be that ex.” Tom huffs, watching you from across the kitchen table. 

“My friend sent me a meme.” You roll your eyes and stand up, “I’m gonna go to a coffee shop since I can’t text in peace.” You stand up, glancing down at your phone to see Frankie telling you to come over ASAP so you get changed and head over to his house. When you pull up, he’s already in his driveway and you can’t wait to see him at work. You’ve heard stories of how capable he is and you want to witness it firsthand. “Reporting for duty.” You announce as you walk over to him.

Frankie smirks and leans in to kiss you. “I like your outfit.” His eyes linger on the shorts and tank top you are wearing. “Although you need something to make it more official.” He tosses you the flannel shirt in his hand. “We will only be out a few hours, but I’ve always had a fantasy of having sex in the back of my bird.”

You grin, reaching down to squeeze his ass. “I’m sure we can make that happen.” You shrug on his flannel, enjoying the fact that it smells like him and you get into the passenger side when he opens the door to his truck for you. He slaps your ass when you step up and you playfully smack his hand away, acting like you don’t love it.

“Give me your sunglasses.” You demand with a pout. 

“Okay.” He huffs when you reach out and snatch his sunglasses out of his pocket and open them to perch on your own nose. “Look better on you anyway.” He closes your door and rounds the front of the truck to climb in beside you. “Have to do a pre-flight when we get there, so just follow my lead.” He orders as he backs the truck out of the driveway and starts driving towards the air field that is only a couple miles away.

You watch him drive, admiring the way the sun hits his features and he looks so sexy with the window open and the wind ruffling his hair. When he pulls into his parking space, he opens the door to help you out of his truck and you follow his head as he guides you into the building where the charter reception is. “This your girl, Fish?” The receptionist, an older woman, asks Frankie.

“Aww now Diane, everyone knows you’re my girl.” He teases the older woman with a wink and a grin, even as he slides his arm around your back. Introducing you, he looks over at you. “I think that it’s safe to say that this pretty girl is way too good for me, don’t you Diane?”

You fluster, leaning into him as Diane grins at Frankie. “I think she’s just perfect. You look good together. Thanks for covering for Sam. He got some kind of bug.” Diane says. She has worked here for years with the owner who no longer flies. “You wanna go get set up and I’ll let you know when they are here.”

“Roger.” Frankie turns the two of you away from the desk, looking over his shoulder. “She’s going to go up with me.” He lets her know so she doesn’t start to make another pot of coffee or tea, whatever she’s having for the day. Walking down the hall, he guides you to the locker rooms. “I’ve got to get into a flight suit, but you can either wear what you’ve got on or put on an extra one.”

You decide to change into the flight suit, knowing he would like it on you, and you quickly change and come back out, spinning around. "How do I look?" You ask, a teasing smile on your lips.

Frankie’s cock twitches and he whistles quietly. “Too bad we have to work.” He grunts, reaching out and grabbing your ass and hauling you closer for a kiss. “Otherwise I would strip you out of this and show you how much I like it.”

You giggle, sliding your hands along his chest to touch his name on the suit. "After the flight is done and you have done what you need to do, I want to pull your cock out and ride you in the back of your helicopter while you wear this." You look up into those dark brown eyes that burn into yours, always making you feel like you're on fire.

“Fuck, I swear you read minds sometimes.” He hisses, gripping your ass a little tighter. Even though his goal has been to make as many of your fantasies come true as possible, you’ve made so many of his happen as well and you’ve not even known it. He’s almost sure that he’s in love with you and hates that there is only two weeks left until you go back to your real life.

You smirk, loving how you can affect him. You love -no, you won't say that. Determined to enjoy this time you have left and not ruin it. You kiss his jaw and step away, knowing he has to concentrate and prepare for his flight. "Wanna see you work, baby." You slap his ass and move even further away.

Walking out of the locker room makes Frankie’s entire persona change. His eyes focus and narrow slightly in concentration as he walks you out to the aircraft and starts going through the pre-flight checklist that he has memorized. Having you watch while he walks around the helicopter and check rotary blades and different components of the aircraft before he’s ever even stepped into the pilot’s seat.

You watch him, he's methodical and precise, making you wet just seeing how much authority he exudes. The way he just knows exactly what to do. You bite your lip, wishing you could touch him but you have to wait. You'll wait until he's done. You continue watching him until he gets into the helicopter, checking new things.

Frankie hands you a pair of headphones to put on after settling his own over his ears. “I’m going to start the engines up and check the gauges. We will power back down before the clients come on board.” He tells you once you have the headset on. Turning back to his instrument panel, he starts muttering to himself as he checks the gauges. “Fuel, check, battery, check, hydraulics, check.” He flicks buttons and the panels burst to life.

You watch him, his voice coming through your headphones and you admire how much of an expert he is. When he’s finished and cuts the engines, you remove your headphones. “You look so sexy like this. So capable. No wonder all the boys knew you had their back.”

Flushing slightly, Frankie shrugs. “It’s not rocket science.” He downplays the difficulty of what it actually takes to be a rotary blade pilot. It’s more complex than a fixed wing, but he’s never been one to boast or act like the idiot fighter pilots.

“It is to me.” You snort, letting him help you out of the helicopter as Diane comes over to inform him that the clients have arrived. “I told them your girlfriend is coming along and they were fine with that.” Diane smiles when you fluster, knowing that you and Frankie aren’t even dating.

Frankie winks at the older woman. “Thank, sweetheart.” He doesn’t correct Diane, liking the way that it sounds. He looks over at you. “I’ll go grab the clients, you can work the beverage cart.” He jokes. “I take my coffee black.” With another wink, Frankie strides off to welcome the group that are sitting just inside the glass doors, confidence oozing off of him.

You shake your head and smile, amused by his sudden cockiness, more Benny than the Catfish you know and - well, you won’t even admit that to yourself. When he comes back with the clients, you have the drinks ready while Frankie goes over the flight plan and the safety.

Frankie guides the group over to you, amused when you had actually fixed drinks. He had meant it as a joke, but was touched that you had done it. “Well, after we have a drink, we can get up in the air, please no drinks on the flight.” He tells them, smiling at you and taking the water you gave him.

You listen to him as he goes over the safety and rules, oozing authority that makes you ready to fuck him then and there. You grin when he winks at you before he escorts the clients to the bird, assigning their seat by their weight distribution and double checking everything before he helps you into the passenger side.

Using the excuse that he is buckling you to quickly slide his hand between your legs as he tightens the straps to keep you in the seat. Flashing you a smirk, he makes sure his fingers brush over your cunt and he winks before he pulls back, sure that you are affected by the way your breath caught.

You watch him as he tells everyone to put their phones on and you put yours on, watching him flick buttons until the engines roar to life. His voice comes into your headphones as he reads off his checklist once more until he asks the clients if they are good to go.

Frankie is keenly aware of you watching him as he lifts the aircraft off the ground. Glancing over at you as he hovers about one hundred feet off the ground, he sends you a small wink and looks back at his instrument panel and then the horizon outside.

You look out of the window, gasping at the sight of the beach and the water as you ascend higher and higher. You’ve never been this high up and you’re certain you understand the initial draw for Frankie to keep doing this even after leaving the military. “Wow.” You whisper, looking at the view before you glance back at Frankie. The clients are talking too but you enjoy just watching him.

He might be showing off slightly. Moving the yolk and playing with the controls to give the flight a little more movement than he normally would. Nothing to make it uncomfortable, just enough to make it fun. Delighting in your gasps as you watch him work. He’s had women interested in him when they find out he’s a pilot, even having clients hit on him, but you watching him is something else. He can feel the pride and joy radiating off of you and it makes him fall for you even more.

The ride is soon over and he lowers the helicopter back down to earth, cutting the engines and you are soon bidding goodbye to the clients who tip Frankie and thank him for an amazing time. You are so wet for him, seeing how capable he is and how sexy it was to watch him operate the helicopter with ease. When he comes back over, you grab the lapels of his flight suit and press your lips to his.

Frankie chuckles against your lips, although he’s just as eager. Turning around and pressing you up against the side of the helicopter so he can kiss down your neck. “You want to get in the back?” He asks. “Take a ride in the fuselage?”

“Oh God yes.” You whimper, tugging on the zipper of his suit as you reach in to grip his hardening cock. “Want you inside of me, want you to let me ride you in your helicopter and you can think of me every time you get into it.” You tell him, wrapping your fingers around his cock.

Hissing, Frankie ruts his hips into your hand, loving how eager you are for him. “Always think of you in this thing. Fuck, maybe just when I’m f-flying.” He stutters when your hand squeezes him. He knows Diane won’t come back outside but he pushes you back into the helicopter so he can climb in and shut the door.

You straddle him, leaning in to kiss his lips until you pull back, slowly pulling the zipper of the flight suit down to reveal you have nothing on underwear, exposing your tits to his hungry eyes as you shrug off the arms of the suit and you reach between you to continue pumping him, leaning into kiss his neck.

“Fuck.” Frankie huffs, closing his eyes and letting you take the lead. You’ve rarely been in control, so this is a treat, letting him yield to you. His hands come up and cup your tits. “Fuck baby, you’re so sexy.” He moans, loving how you grind down on his hard cock. “Want you to fuck me right here.”

You love how he cups your tits but you need him inside of you. You shift off of his lap, shoving the flight suit down and you stumble, trying to get it off of your boot. Frankie chuckles, leaning down to help and you abandon taking the other leg off so you can straddle his lap again. You reach down to grip his cock, shifting forward to position him at your entrance, looking up to look into his eyes as you sink down onto his length.

Frankie moans, eyes fluttering as you take him. Amazed at how you always fit him like a glove. Groaning your name and rocking his hips up to fill you the last minuscule millimeters. Craving to be as deep as he can possibly get. “Oh fuck, you- fuck-“ His head hits the back of the fuselage and he grips your hips desperately. “Move baby.” He begs.

You grip his shoulders, lifting up his cock and you slowly sink back down, a moan escaping your lips. “My gorgeous, Francisco. Brave pilot and so so sexy.” You moan, knowing you shouldn’t have called him yours but you couldn’t help it. “You look - looked so hot piloting this bird.” You pant, picking up your pace as you start to ride him.

He whimpers when you call him yours. Knowing that he wants you, he lunges forward and desperately kisses you. Sliding his tongue into your mouth while he cups the back of your head and moans when you clench down around him. He loves you. He knows that now.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, barely moving your hips as you grind on his lap and you would say you’re making love more than fucking. It’s slow and unhurried and you love it. You love him. God, you love him. You whimper into his mouth, your chest pressed against his flight suit and you love how the material rubs against your nipples.

His boots press against the floor as he struggles to keep from thrusting up into you. “You-“ he breaks away from your lips and starts kissing along your jaw. “You should pretend to go home early and come stay with me.” He pants breathlessly. “I’ll take vacation.”

“Yeah?” You gasp when he bites down on your earlobe. “Let me fuck you every morning, afternoon, and night.” He pleads into your ear and your eyes roll into the back of your head as your resolve crumbles. “Yes. I’ll - I’ll tell Tom work called me back earlier than - than I expected.” You pant, starting to move a little faster now that the need has taken over.

Moans and groans fill the interior of the aircraft, getting higher every time that you slam back down on his cock. “Oh fuck- come on baby.” He demands, grinding your hips down on his cock and making sure the coarse pubic hairs grind against your clit. “Want you to cum.”

“Going to. Oh God. I’m going to. Always do. Your cock - you’re so good to me. Oh fuck Frankie. Oh fuck. Oh-” Your cry echoes in the fuselage and your back arches as you clamp down on his cock, soaking him as you shake on his lap.

Frankie moans your name, now taking over and thrusting up into you. Frantically burying his cock inside you as he rushes towards his own release. “Fuck- love - love it.” He barely manages to keep from telling you how he feels when he pulls you down hard on his cock and grinds up into you, painting your walls with his seed.

You collapse against his chest as he fills you up with his cum for the umpteenth time. “I love it too.” You pant, kissing his neck as you allow yourself a moment to just revel in this orgasm and this time with Frankie. Time is running now. You’re supposed to be leaving next week. You need to tell Tom you’re leaving early. You feel awful but you need to do it. You need to spend this time with Frankie.

“I understand if you don’t want to trick Tom.” He murmurs after a minute. “I just hate that I haven’t been able to spend more time with you.” He strokes your back and sighs. “We should be able to do what we want. You’re an adult.”

You huff, “I know but you know Tom. He just - like you said, he still thinks I am two years old. I - I hate lying to him but he would kill us both if he found out about us. Baby…I can’t - I don’t want this to end now. I want to spend the week with you. I’ll tell him I’m leaving early. I feel so guilty but I need this time with you.” You stroke his chest, “let me handle it.”

He wants to tell you that it doesn’t have to end, but he just nods. “I trust you. You do whatever you need to.” He bites his lip and grins. “A solid week in bed and how about we drive a couple of hours south? Maybe go to Key West and get a room on the beach?”

You nod, excited by the idea of going away with Frankie. “I’d love that.” You kiss him again, unable to believe how lucky you are to have found him. You just wish he could be yours. “Seriously though, you’re an amazing pilot. I always knew you were but to know you had the boys’ backs? You’re incredible.”

“It was my job to get them home safe.” Frankie murmurs softly. “I took it seriously. Never wanted to see you cry because I failed.” He bites his lip. “Never would have forgiven myself.”

You kiss his chin, “you - you’re amazing, Francisco.” You stare at him and know you’re so close to telling him how you feel but you can’t. You swallow the words and shift off of his cock. “I better - better change and head back to Tom’s, he will be phoning me soon and I need to tell him my plan.”

“Okay babe.” It’s getting harder and harder to let you leave when it’s time, it’s why he had desperately suggested the week with him. He groans as you pull off of him and he grins at you. “You should take the flight suit with you. Trophy.”

You smirk, “I don’t think anyone is gonna want it now your cum is smeared inside of you.” You joke, managing to get it back on and you zip it up as his cum drips out of you. You reach out to tuck him back in his suit, slowly zipping him up and you peck his lips. “Come on Captain Morales, I gotta get home.” You smile and he has this distant look in his eyes and you get out of the helicopter when he helps you down, his hands remaining on your waist for a moment.

Frankie makes you wait for another moment, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours gently. This kiss is different from the hungry ones that you’ve shared before. It’s slow and tender, almost loving as he cups your jaw. “We should get you home.” He murmurs when he pulls away again.

You’re breathless when he releases you, your heart thumping in your chest and you kiss his chin before you let him guide you to change and you get back into your clothes, folding up the flight suit to keep. You’ll sneak it back into Tom’s house. You get back into Frankie’s truck and enjoy the breeze as he drives you back to his house. When you leave, you’re reluctant to go but you have to. Your phone had already buzzed with messages from Tom. “I’ll text you. I should be able to get away tomorrow.” You promise, kissing him once more and you let go of his hand, forcing yourself to leave.

Frankie watches you leave, staring down the street for long minutes after your taillights disappear. He’s in love with you. Hopelessly so. These weeks have just proven it him and now he’s going to use the week alone with you to convince you to make this official. To risk Tom’s wrath and the long distance. Shaking his head, he pulls out his phone to start making reservations. He wants to do this right.

After several hours of convincing Tom about why you had to go home, he finally relented and you are driving down Frankie’s street, parking on his driveway and your heart pounds at the thought of seeing him again. You had said goodbye to Tom and the girls, feeling guilty but when Frankie opens the front door, you can’t feel bad about leaving early. “Hey handsome.” You smile as you get out of the car once he opens your door.

“Hey.” His grin is wide and you are barely out of the car before he’s kissing you. “I’m glad we’re doing this.” He confesses as he pulls away. “Although I need to get you in the house before I fuck you right here in the driveway.”

You giggle and he reluctantly lets go of you to grab your case out of the trunk. You squeal when he slaps your ass when you walk into his house and as soon as the door is closed, he has the case set down and he’s pressing you up against the door as his mouth fuses with yours. You reach up to knock his hat off of his head, tangling your fingers in his hair and you need him inside of you now.

He smirks against your lips, knowing what you want. “Dirty girl.” He growls and tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth. “You want me to fuck you right here, don’t you? The blinds are open and anyone can see what a little whore you are.”

His words have you dripping already, or maybe it’s the fact that he just makes you wet by simply looking at you. Either way, you are desperate for him to fuck you. “Yes. Please Frankie. I’m your whore.  Fuck me. Fill me up.” You beg, already reaching for his jeans.

Batting your hand away, he tuts and shakes his head at you. “Strip down and turn around, hands on the wall.” He orders you, slapping your ass when you whirl around. “You don’t get to touch, you’re just going to take what I give you.”

You shiver with arousal as you work to quickly strip down and when he kicks your legs open to expose your dripping cunt, you’re practically shaking with need for him. “Oh fuck.” You gasp when his hand slaps your pussy, your slick covering his fingers and palm to show him how ready for him you are.

“Fuck, always so wet for me.” He groans, reaching for the button of his jeans so he can push them down to his ankles. You like the idea of being completely naked while he’s not, it adds to the fantasy that he’s using you. “Stick your ass out more baby.”

The thing about Frankie’s house is that the front door is off to the side. The front windows to the living room face the door where it looks into the space. Anyone who pulls up to his house has a very clear view of what he is doing right now as he pulls his hips back and thrusts into your roughly. Or at least they will when they walk up closer to the house, by his truck and the rental car that you are driving.

****

Tom decided to see what Frankie is up to. Since you left this morning, he’s been a little down about his little sister leaving a week early so imagine his confusion when he pulls up to Frankie’s house and sees the car you rented on the driveway. “What the fuck?” He mutters, parking his truck and he makes his way to the door, freezing at the sight that greets him through the window: one of his best friends buried inside of his little sister, fucking her like she’s some cheap whore. He growls, running back to his truck and he grabs the gun he keeps in the glove compartment, making his way back up to the front door and banging on it. “Morales. You piece of fucking shit. Open this Goddamn door before I ram it.”

“Shit.” Frankie stops mid-thrust and pulls out of you, scrambling to pull his pants up while you freak out. 

“It’s Tom!” You cry, whirling around and grabbing your dress off the floor. 

“Open the fucking door!” Tom bellows, the heavy thuds against the door sound like he’s about to beat the damn thing down. 

“It’s okay.” Frankie assures you, waiting while you throw the dress on before he rushes over to the door and unlocks it. Throwing it open, he’s met with a very pissed off brother with a gun. 

You don’t hesitate to step between Tom and Frankie, knowing he wouldn’t point the gun at you. “Tom please. Listen to me. Frankie hasn’t done anything wrong.” 

Tom cuts you off, “anything wrong? Are you fucking - he was just balls deep inside of you. And you lied.” His eyes flick to you and they sadden, making you feel guiltier. His eyes then flick to Frankie, narrowing in anger. “Get out of the way.” He orders, making you shake your head. “Out of the fucking way.”

“Babe, move.” Frankie orders you quietly. If your brother was going to kick his ass or shoot him, he damn sure didn’t want you in the way.

“But-“ his dark eyes turn to lock onto yours and you stop arguing, biting your lip as you move out of the way. 

“Tom, you caused this.” Frankie tells him. “You smothered her to the point where she felt like she had to hide this from you.” He’s not going to apologize for touching you. He’s not ashamed of it.

Tom’s jaw drops. “You- how long have you been fucking my sister?” He asks Frankie, who stands straight. 

“For the last three weeks.” He reveals and Tom’s fingers flex around the gun. 

Tom turns to you, “all the - the beach? The mall? The movies? It was - you were seeing him?” 

You nod and Tom shakes his head, heartbroken that you lied to him so many times. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to lie but you - you are always so protective. I knew you would never let me hang out with Frankie.” 

Tom growls, “and clearly I was fucking right. He - he violated you.” 

You shake your head, pissed, “absolutely not. He didn’t violate me. I wanted him to touch me. I asked him that first night in your-” 

Tom’s eyes widen. “My fucking house?” Tom hisses at Frankie who remains tall. 

“I asked him to touch me and I didn’t expect to fall in love with him but I love him Tom and you can’t stop me from seeing him. I love you, you’re my big brother but I’m a grown woman and I will see the man I love whether you like it or not.” You finish with a heavy breath, not realizing what you said.

“He’s not good enough for you!” Tom hisses, making Frankie snort and shake his head. 

“No one would be good enough for her. You’d rather have her be alone than happy.” He accuses his friend and the man he had considered a brother for nearly ten years. “You’d rather have her be alone than with a man who loves her more than anything and would worship the ground she walks on if given half a chance.” He turns to you. “I love you, sweetheart.”

You grin, stepping closer to cup his cheeks, uncaring of Tom and the gun he is holding. All you can focus on is Frankie. "I love you too. So much. You're all I can think about. Whenever I had to leave, I just wanted to stay, whenever I left, I wanted to come straight back to you. I love you Fransisco Morales." You declare, looking into those brown eyes you adore.

Tom snorts and shakes his head. “So you were just fucking my little sister.” He huffs at Frankie. “You’re just now telling her that you have feelings for her. But I’m supposed to believe that you’ve loved her the entire time you were burying your cock in her?”

You barely take your eyes off of Frankie to look at your brother. "Tom please. That was - I told him I wanted something casual and he agreed. We didn't - I didn't expect it to turn into love. I've always had a crush on him but I thought he didn't think of me as more than your little sister since you do such a damn good job of making sure everyone is reminded of that. I love him and I want to be with him. He was giving me what I wanted, don't blame him for that."

“I will still shoot you.” Tom threatens Frankie, his eyes flat and serious. Frankie waits. “If you hurt my little sister.” He finishes after a long moment. 

Frankie nods once and the men communicate silently through looks for another moment before he turns back to you, “I meant it.” He promises you. “I was planning to convince you to see me long distance. Talk and travel back and forth.” He gives a small shrug. “Hell, I don’t want you to leave.”

You pull him into your arms, "I don't want to leave either. I want to stay with you. Frankie, I meant it. I still have the rest of the week, let's see what I can do about transferring down here eventually. I know what I want and it's you." You promise, knowing you would never leave if you didn't have to sort out your life back home.

“You’re going to move here?” Tom huffs, having asked you to move closer many times with the answer always being that you have a life where you live. Now, you’re willing to drop everything for Fish? “Are you pregnant?” He demands, scowling at the thought of his friend knocking his little sister up. His gun hand twitches.

You shake your head, "no Tom." You roll your eyes, "I'm not pregnant. I am in love. I want to be with Frankie.” 

The man wraps his arm around you, eyes still focused on the gun Tom has in his hand. “Can you put the damn gun down, Redfly?” Frankie growls, needing it to be out of reach to make him comfortable.

Glowering, your older brother huffs but clicks the safety on and sets the gun on the counter. Frankie breathes a small sigh, feeling his body relax slightly and he pulls you closer. “I love you baby.” He murmurs softly.

“I love you.” You murmur back and he leans down to softly kiss you. 

Tom huffs, knowing he has no choice but to accept this. It kills him but what can he do? He wants you to be happy and he will be here when Frankie breaks your heart. “I’m still pissed you went behind my back but…it’s obvious I am not gonna change this shit but you better not break her heart, otherwise I will break your fucking legs.” Tom points at Frankie.

“I’m not going to break her heart.” Frankie promises. “She’s incredible and way too good for me.” Tom nods in agreement, but you scoff and shake your head. “The day I hurt her, I will very willingly stand still while you beat me.” Frankie promises before he looks back at you. “Now will you go the fuck away so we can finish what we were doing before you rudely interrupted?” He chuckles. “I owe your sister an orgasm.”

Tom wrinkles his nose, shaking his head. “Never tell me about that shit again. I’ll go. You-” Tom points at you, “you are gonna come and see me before you leave.” He orders and you nod, knowing you owe him that. You lean into Frankie as Tom grabs his gun, exhaling deeply when he opens Frankie’s front door. 

“See you later, Fish.” He says after saying goodbye to you. 

You watch him close the door behind him and you spin, pressing yourself against him. “Where were we?” You coo, kissing his jaw.

Frankie chuckles and shakes his head. “Before or after your brother almost shot my ass for fucking you?” He asks, knowing that it was a valid response to finding out that his little sister was with him.

You snort, “he can be such a dick.” You drag him closer to press your lips to his. “Before fucking Yosemite Sam came in.” You chuckle, kissing his upper lip. “I love you Francisco.” You murmur, soft and sweet now that the stressful moment has passed, you want to revel in the truth of being in love with Frankie.”

“I love you too baby.” He pulls back and looks in your eyes. “I really do, I didn’t say that just to save my ass. I would have taken the beating, if I didn’t. But I want to build a life with you.”

You grin, glad you are on the same page. “Me too. I’m going to see if I can work remotely. I gotta go home to sort everything out and then when I come back…I can get a place and we can be together properly.” You caress his chest, reaching for the hem of his shirt, pulling back to lift it over his head. “I want a life with you.”

Frankie frowns and shakes his head. “You can stay with me.” He offers. “You don’t have to sleep in the same bed if you don’t want to, but I have the room. You don’t have to pay for somewhere to live.” It’s ridiculous for you to pay for a house or apartment when he had bedrooms that weren’t being used. He wasn’t going to assume that you wanted to live with him.

“I didn’t want to assume that you want me to move in with you.” You confess, “I wouldn’t be able to sleep in another room and be in the same house as you. I wanted to sleep in your bed, in your arms. I love you Frankie. I want to be with you. I am all in.” You promise, leaning in to kiss above his heart.

He growls and grabs your arms. “Come on.” He orders harshly. “I want to have you in the bed we are going to sleep in together.” He loves that you are already all in.

You let him guide you to his bedroom, one you know as well as your own despite never sleeping a full night in his bed. He quickly strips you down again, laying you on the bed and you look up at him, not wanting him to be anything other than himself. “I want you. Just you right now. Want you to make love to me.” You order.

“Yes ma’am.” Frankie breathes out, kneeling on the bed and sliding his hand up your thigh as you spread them for you. “I’ve wanted to do this since the first day.” He admits with a grin. “Now I’m going to be able to. And hopefully the last man to make love to you.”

You smile at his words, heart clenching with hope that it’s true. “Yours. Only yours baby.” You promise, wrapping your arms around him when he hovers over you, shifting his weight to one arm so he can grip his cock and push into your wet pussy. “God I love you.” You sigh when he’s fully seated.

Frankie groans and closes his eyes, slowly starting to rock into you. “Love you too baby.” He promises, taking your hand and lacing his fingers with yours to hold. He wants you as close as he can have you. Needing to be connected.

You moan, squeezing his hand as he moves inside of you. "Oh fuck baby. You feel - so good. Always so good." You ramble, tilting your head back and he kisses along your neck, making you sigh in contentment. Happy to be in his arms and have your feelings out in the open. "I'm yours." You promise, closing your eyes when he hits something incredible deeper inside of you.

“Good.” Frankie groans, rocking his hips a little faster. He wants you to cum, to fall apart for him. Kissing down along your jaw, he chuckles and bites down on your pulse. “Want to feel you cum for me.”

You whimper when he pushes deep inside of you, making you gasp out and you are so fucking close to cumming. When his fingers rub your clit, you gasp and within a few thrusts, you are cumming. "Oh fuck baby." You cry, throwing your head back into the mattress as you cum.

He keeps his lips attached to your skin while he works you through it. “So good.” He groans, rocking into you faster and harder. “Love you, love you so fucking much.” He pants into your skin.

“Cum for me, Francisco. I love you so much. Cum.” You beg, reaching for his hair to pull his face to yours so you can kiss him, swallowing his groan as he buries his cock inside of you and paints your walls.

He collapses on top of you and slides his arms under you, holding you close while he tries to catch his breath. “I love you.” He pants, closing his eyes and thanking God that you love him and you want to do this with him. Along with Tom not putting a bullet in his ass.

You just breathe him in, that lingering scent of oil and something woody that makes your body relax instinctively has you burying your face in his neck. “Thank you.” You murmur and he pulls back to look down at you, a frown on his face. 

“For what?” 

You smile and cup his cheeks, thumbs caressing his stubbled cheekbones. “For being everything I ever wanted.” You whisper and his answering grin takes your breath away. To think it all started with you and Frankie in Tom’s kitchen, having sex. You didn’t take the most conventional path to make it to where you are, but you wouldn’t change a thing. Fucking Frankie Morales is incredible, loving Frankie Morales…it’s indescribable.

#pedro pascal #frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales smut #frankie morales imagine #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie catfish morales

[luvmmarner]

MATTHEW TKACHUK - Good 4 u

This is one of the older works of mine, so my writing style is pretty different. It's a reupload since it was just gone for some reason. TW: cheating, heart break, no happy ending (sorry not really). PART OF THE SOUR SERIES

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily

You found a new girl, and it only took a couple weeks

Remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world? (World?)

Only 3 weeks it took Matthew to move on. You knew way before that he was cheating. The look of losing interest was plastered on his face every time he looked at you. He rarely even called you when he was away for a few days. But you denied it until you couldn’t. You always would brush it off and say to yourself. That Matthew would never do that to you. Even when the evidence was clearly in front of you.

During the start of the relationship Matthew always wanted what was best for you and would do anything you wanted. He wanted to give you everything the world included. That was however, when he was still in love with you. It didn’t seem like that now. 

Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy

Not me, if you ever cared to ask

Good for you, you're doing great out there without me, baby

God, I wish that I could do that

I've lost my mind, I've spent the night crying on the floor of my bathroom

After you and Matthew broke up it seemed like this new girlfriend of his just stepped right into your place. They both started to post on instagram and it was even on some headlines. All talk about their relationship. Heck, not even one person seemed to care. You didn’t really expect anyone too, because Matthew never posted or your relationship never was public. His pathetic excuse was ‘I don’t want you to get backlash or hate.’ You believed it was true until some point when he started to talk to his current girlfriend.

It seemed like his life was perfect and that he was clearly doing way better without you there. His new girlfriend was a full on replacement and was probably doing a way better job then you ever had. He moved on unlike you. Whenever you turned on your phone or tried to scroll through instagram, posts of him were everywhere. You couldn’t help break down which made your heart break even more and restart all over again.

Almost every night you would find yourself on the floor crying, wishing that you could go restart everything and find out. What you did wrong in the relationship. You tried your best and it hurt so badly.

Well, good for you, I guess you're getting everything you want (ah)

You bought a new car and your career's really taking off (ah)

It's like we never even happened

Baby, what the fuck is up with that? (Ha)

And good for you, it's like you never even met me

It’s only been a month since you and Matthew split and he seemed to be getting everything he ever wanted. He had an amazing girlfriend and they bought a house together. And his career was taking off ever since he moved to florida to play for them. He was the talk of hockey currently and you couldn’t go a day without hearing someone talk about him. It frustrated you; it was like you never existed to him. The fans didn't even know. Not even any of his new teammates or old teammates. You were just another stranger to all of them. It was like you and him never even met or knew each other. He didn’t even reach out, you were truly nothing to him.

Maybe I'm too emotional

But your apathy is like a wound in salt

Maybe I'm too emotional

Or maybe you never cared at all

After a while you started to ask yourself if you’re just too emotional. Clearly he didn’t feel how you felt. But you decided it was because of what he put you through. He never showed care or apathy like how you showed him. It was because he never truly cared. Why else would he leave you when you tried your absolute best for him. 

Whenever you tried to recall him caring about you or showing interest. You couldn’t remember you and matthew were together for 9 months and during the 6 month mark is when he started to slowly lose interest in you. It started with him not asking how your day was and it came to the point where he wouldn't even call you, or cognize you.  

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily.

It was now time for you to move on, so that’s what you did. You packed up your stuff and said goodbye to everything you ever knew in your city and moved. You moved closer to some friends in New York. You bought yourself a small little apartment and set yourself up there. For a fresh start and new beginnings.

After a few weeks in your new city you began to feel comfortable and happy. There wasn’t really any mention of Matthew in New York, as there’s two New York teams and they were mainly the talk of the night & day. So you fully moved on partially yes you would sometimes have a good cry here and there. But it wasn’t frequent. You could finally go to NHL games without tearing up and you started to post on instagram again.

You were almost ready to start dating again until your phone lit up and a message appeared on your lock screen. You didn’t even need to look twice. You already knew who it was. "I’m sorry." You didn’t want to hear it. It’s been months and he messages you now. You couldn’t deal with it, you didn’t want to restart all of your progress you made over the months. So you just blocked the number and threw your phone across the room not even thinking twice to even send a response back. It felt good to finally get rid of the last fragment of your relationships existence. He moved on really easily so you can finally now as well.

#matthew tkachuk #nhl hockey #hockey #nhl imagine #nhl #hockey imagine #hockey angst #angst #nhl sour #matthew tkachuk imagine #florida panthers #calgary flames #nhl angst

[annieqattheperipheral]

I don’t know if Auston attends many weddings tbh, he seems pretty quiet every off season. He only hangs out with his family and his Arizona friends in the summer. I only remember seeing him at the Kadri wedding (like 2017-18?) and one pic of him at a wedding in the summer 2019 his friend posted and that’s it. That’s a low number considering how many friends he has in the league/hockey world

And that right there makes me wonder about Leafs culture yet again. Yes they all love and respect each other but they're quite silo'd from each other eh?

Ofc i get wanting to draw a line bw work and personal. And aus right to do whatever he pleases in his off time

...but when you've got schenn coming in and setting up a full team dinner on an away game for the first time ever in this core's history. That's heartbreaking shocking facts. They're lovely and cordial and playful n whatnot like u are with coworkers u don't hate.... But when push comes to shove literally that is why they don't stand up for each other on the ice.

Like ok let's use the best example possible: matthew tkachuk. Dude shows up to Florida and immediately takes out the trainers for a meal and barky like ohhh helllsss yea this dude gets it. He gets team vibes. That's how they pushed n pulled each other to the SCF. That's how Calgary made anything happen despite the cruelty of sutter littered all about.

And ppl want Aus to be CAPTAIN????????? bffr

BE. FUCKING. FOR. REAL.

I had to spell it out bc acronyms just ain't enough in these trying times

Another example on a smaller scale-- willy hosting away game dinners for the Swedes. Those blond bitches are BONDED. Looking out for each other on the ice. Crying and weeping and cradling and walking each other out of arenas after getting traded mid practice

I'd rather have willy or mitchy as captain over jt or aus. I think u plop that level of responsibility at his feet mitchy would be like omg Steph babe pls setup team events for me?? U make cocktails right? Just booze us all up and take us ax throwing or whatever. And he'd worry his cute ass off about his little creatures

Or willy as captain?? That boy looks chill but he is dedicated and focused on every task and he would whip up a Google shared spreadsheet and calendar with his little round wire specs on and get everyone on the same page. And then he'd show up last to every one of his events ofc but dw its all setup by vendors & ready to go

... sigh. Ok lmao that got long.

MLSE wants everyone to stop focusing on the core? Well how about you give them a reason to care about anyone besides themselves

They have the skills. They've always had the skills. They need the culture

#my leafies #annieQ hockey thoughts #auston matthews #mitch marner #william nylander #rasmus sandin #nazem kadri #luke schenn #john tavares #toronto maple leafs #matthew tkachuk #sasha barkov #aleksander barkov #florida panthers #calgary flames #darryl sutter

[fatfables]

New Story! - Fat Boys in Space!

“I can’t believe it. I can’t believe they chose me! After all the hard work I’ve put in, I’ve finally made it!”

Shane had good reason to be ecstatic. He had been dreaming of this since he was seven years old. For the last twelve years he had done nothing but sit around snacking and playing simulated games in his room. He always did his best to consume the minimum daily calories, he had skipped school, given up all sports, sat on his ass, and eaten his way to success. He had done everything required of him to become a test pilot and had actually been chosen out of thousands of wannabe Surfeits to represent the Surplus Space Core. His parents were delighted.

The day before he left for Florida his friends threw him a surprise party. The whole town of Abundance, Oklahoma, population 136, came out to celebrate with him. All of his best friends were there; ‘Chonky’ Charlie Cheesecake, ‘Meaty’ Mike Mitchell, ‘Flabby’ Francis France, and ‘Portly’ Paul Porter. The whole gang was there. They were all super stoked for their friend but also incredibly jealous.

“I can’t mmfff believe that you got mmff picked,” Chonky said through a mouthful of Cadbury’s Chocolate Roll.

“What did you mmff do that’s so mmff fucking special?” Asked Meaty through a mouthful of meatloaf.

“He mmff did fucking mmff nothing. He just mmff got mmff lucky,” said Flabby through a mouthful of sour Kimchi.

“I mmff guess they mmff just appreciated mmff just how mmff fat and mmff lazy I’ve mmff been,” said Shane through a massive mouthful of mmff meatballs.

“He is mmff the laziest mmff kid in mmff Abundance,” said Chonky supportively through another mouthful of Chocolate Roll.

The other boys were forced to nod in agreement. All of their mouths were too full to speak. 

All of them had been born into the Abundance community within the last twenty years and took their mmff lifestyle for granted. Their parents, or their grandparents, had at some point chosen to join the Surplus, they knew no different.

Life for them was all pizzas and parties. None of them knew when or where the Surplus movement had started and none of them cared to ask. Life was too much fun, too fulfilling. Everything tasted too good to question why. All they knew to do was play simulated games and eat. What else was there?

All of the adults in Abundance were at least 300 lbs and most of the kids were fatter. Especially the teens. Afterall, every parent wants their kid to have a better life than they’ve had. This was the Surplus way.

Shane was 332 lbs and 5 ft 10 in tall. He had short brown hair, parted on the left, and big chubby chipmunk cheeks to match his wide oval belly. He had always been a contented and happy boy, who never wanted for anything - except to go into space. His loving parents had always doted on their only child and had always supplied him with all the food he could ever need. They were so proud of their ‘Sugarplum boy.’ And now he had been selected to represent their kind in the race to find a new home.

The dream of building a moon base where the Surplus could live comfortably and grow to as of yet unachievable sizes in a lower gravity atmosphere had been out of reach for the last three generations due to the financial efforts required for such a mission. Now after the government purchase of the McDonald’s corporation the money was finally in place to actually do it. And Shane had been chosen.

As the guest of honour at the party Shane was expected to consume more than any other person there. Outeating the other 135 members of his town was a challenge that he was relishing. He had long been able to out eat his parents, a source of pride for them, and his friends, although they hated to admit this. However, there were one or two locals there who made him very nervous. The main one was an older boy called Dave Domycket. Dave was a lot heavier than Shane though also quite muscular. He had bought into the gluttony of his parents lifestyle but had never quite got to grips with the sedentary nature of it. He had always been full of energy and hence moved too much. This is why he had not been chosen. He really needed some Ritalin with his ramen.

Shane shouldn’t have worried, ‘Chonky’ Charlie had him covered. He had spent the last two hours filling the hyperactive twenty something with beer. Dave was too drunk and bloated to pose a threat. Being unaware of this Shane ate with gusto. He gobbled down gammon and gravy, pigged out on pork, and stuffed himself silly with spaghetti. His rotund belly swelled and he went to bed that night safe in the knowledge that he would turn up in Florida the next day as fat as a ball of butter.

Corpulent Chuck met him the next day at the gates to the base.

“My you are shorter than your weight is designed for aren’t you!” He said as he welcomed Shane with a big bear hug. “I’m sorry that the Captain isn’t here to meet you himself but he couldn’t be bothered. He’s in his room eating pure bacon and playing simulated Restaurant Owner 5.”

“No problem,” said Shane, “I’m sure he’s not a very busy man.”

Corpulent Chuck showed Shane around the base. It generally went like this:

“This is the mmff human mmff centrifuge. We probably mmff won’t worry about mmff putting you in that.”

“This is the mmff vending machine by the mmff centrifuge. Would you like an mmff Snickers?”

“Yes please.”

“This is the mmff anti-gravity rig. We mmff don’t need to mmff concern ourselves about mmff that.”

“This is the mmff vending machine by the mmff anti-mmff-gravity thingamajig. Would you like another mmff Snickers?”

“Thank you.”

“This is the mmff control centre. I probably should mmff introduce you to the the mmff people in there but over here is the mmff canteen shall we get some mmff lunch?”

“Yes please. I’m starving!”

The two of them sat down to a light lunch of twenty six cheeseburgers. While they munched, Corpulent Chuck explained the nature of the mission to Shane in more detail. I’ll paraphrase it for you so that it goes mmff quicker.

The basic Surplus moonbase is already in place but is currently unmanned due to an incident that Corpulent Chuck can’t divulge. Shane’s job is to fly up there solo to check out the base in order to ensure that it’s safe for habitation. He won’t need any special training for this because if it isn’t then he will die. They will then know that there is a problem that hasn’t gone away. If it is safe, then all he has to do is call them from the base and they’ll send another team up to join him. Simple.

Shane smiled and nodded in agreement, like he understood, because he wasn’t listening. He was too busy eating his cheeseburgers and watching his stomach grow like a good boy.

The next day he was dressed up in a spacesuit, shoved into a rocket, shown where the food dispenser was, and told that the autopilot would take care of everything.

The G-force during take-off was like nothing he had ever experienced before. His heavy 48 inch ass was flattened out as he was pushed down into his chair. His belly sank down to his knees and splayed out over his thighs like a tablecloth. His moobs pressed down into his chest like an elephant was sitting on them and his chubby chipmunk cheeks jiggled around at a fantastic speed. He had never felt so heavy. He loved it. It was like he had suddenly become a hundred times heavier. Space really was a dream come true. I never knew that zero gravity would feel this good, he thought.

He really hadn’t been to school in the last five years.

After a few minutes the force began to lessen as the rocket left the Earth's atmosphere behind. After ten minutes a big sign lit up telling him that it was safe to remove his seatbelt.

He was shocked and amazed when his huge 338 lb ass floated up out of the seat. For a moment he was caught up in a mild panic as he just floated aimlessly around the cabin bumping into instruments. But he quickly got used to it and remembered about the food dispenser.

Having never been swimming it took him a few more moments to realise that he needed to move his arms in order to propel himself in the direction that he wanted to go. Nobody had warned him that he would be required to exercise. He swam ungracefully through the air banging his belly and butt into everything along the way. One machine buzzed at him when he did so but he didn’t worry about it.

When he reached the food dispenser he tried to browse the touchscreen menu in order to select the McDonald’s items on offer in space. This proved to be difficult due to the thick gloves that he was wearing on his fat hands. He bashed his fat fingers against the screen in frustration and by sheer chance and will power managed to order thirty two Big Macs, seventeen quarter pounders, ninety two nuggets, twenty six strawberry milkshakes, and a hundred and twelve portions of fries. He really wanted some standard cheeseburgers as well but couldn’t seem to manage it, no matter how many times he bashed his fat palm against the menu.

He punched the screen in frustration. There was a loud whirring sound and thirty two Big Macs, seventeen quarter pounders, ninety two nuggets, twenty six strawberry milkshakes, and a hundred and twelve portions of fries were fired out of a dispensing hatch straight at him.

The shock of this caused him to fly a few feet backwards and he bashed into another machine that clicked and clunked. He looked around him at all the tasty floating meaty treats and wondered how in hell he was supposed to eat any of it with this stupid helmet on.

In the cockpit a screen was flashing telling him that the oxygen level was in standard parameters and that it was safe to remove his suit and helmet.

He screamed in hangry frustration and once more flew backwards, this time onto a remote latch with a red warning light on it. The light flashed behind him and the emergency door opened. His bulging ass, thirty two Big Macs, seventeen quarter pounders, ninety two nuggets, twenty six strawberry milkshakes, and a hundred and twelve portions of fries were sucked out into the vacuum of space.

“I need to talk to KOFC. There’s been another incident.”

“Please wait a minute. I’ll try to connect you.”

“Hello Mr President Sir, this is Captain Crunch. We’ve lost another one.”

“Oh for mmff’s sake! You useless fucking mmff piece of mmff shit! Do you have any fucking mmff idea how much these fucking mmff rockets mmff cost?!”

“Apologies, Sir. Yes, I do, Sir.”

“What the fuck happened this mmff time?”

“Emergency door malfunction.”

“And the mmff pilot?”

“Dead Sir.”

“Oh well, Just chose another fucking mmff one. At least we’ve got plenty of mmff them!”

#male wg #weight gain stories #gay gainer stories #fat boy #gay gainer #gainer stories #feederism kink #comedy #scifi #fatboy #fat belly #big fatty #fat bhm #fat #fat moobs #fatty

[lovelytsunoda]

happiness for beginners // kyle kirkwood

summary: when her fathers death brings y/n back home to jupiter, florida, the last person she wanted to see was her highschool ex-boyfriend: kyle kirkwood, who once pushed her aside in favour of his racing career. as she tried to navigate her grief and pick up the pieces of her life, she wonders if maybe she never stopped loving kyle.

pairing: kyle kirkwood x ex-girlfriend!female reader

warnings: death of a parent, consumption of alcohol, breif mention of being cheated on (not by kyle) . second chance romance, talk of dropping out of university and past sexual activities.

it’s wasn’t supposed to end like this. he should have had another thirty years.

should have seen his eldest daughter get married, meet his grandchildren.but instead, life said ‘fuck you’ and struck her father down at the ripe age of fifty nine.

a heart attack, her mother had said over the phone when she found out. when she booked the first flight back to miami and a train ticket to jupiter. a small town filled with a lot of memories, some good, many bad.

she hated funerals, but never thought she’d be organizing one for someone she cared about this soon. the room was filled with flowers (he would have hated those, the pollen made him sneeze), a classic rock song about grief and loss playing overhead. she was dressed in all black, a call back to the dress she wore for her middle school graduation. it shouldn’t have still fit, although her boobs filled it out a lot better now.

“i need some air.” she looked at her sister shakily, mascara stains under her eyes. “tell mom where I went when she comes back this way.”

she didn't wait for her sister to say more, grabbing a can of smirnoff ice from the cooler as she left the stately country house that had been turned into a homely funeral parlour. she'd already had far too much to drink, numbing her feelings being the only thing allowing her to make it through the day.

unlike most girls her age, y/n had in incredible and loving relationship with her father. when she moved away for university, her father was always coming up with foolish reasons to go to charleston and see her. he taught her everything she knew, valuable life skills that would make sure she never needed to depend on a man if she didn't want to.

and now he was gone. he would never get to walk her down the aisle, or look at her future husband and say 'you picked a good one, kid'.

in the distance she saw a reception late comer, a bouquet of calla lilies in hand as he walked up the sprawling drive, packed to the brim with cars new and old: her father's classic car club had lead the procession, a fleet of cars from the fifties to seventies driving through jupiter at high noon, the vintage hearse in the middle of the fray.

kyle knew he shouldn't be there.

he hadn't seen y/n in five years, not since he'd fucked up so massively that he knew she was right for never wanting to speak to him again. but when lorraine y/l/n had called him mere days prior and said she didn't think her daughter was coping and could use a familiar face, he knew he couldn't just do nothing.

"kyle? what the fuck are you doing here?" the sight of her ex-boyfriend walking up the home's front steps was almost enough to sober her up, her words still coming out with a slight slur as she looked at the indycar driver. "don't you have a race to go win?"

"your mom called. thought you could use a friend."

"you're right. except all my friends hate me, and the ones who don't don't live in jupiter any more." she whined, downing another large swig of her cooler. "you shouldn't be here. not after what you did. it was prom night, kyle. you left me standing on the front step, dressed to the nines in a dress i had picked out just for you, waiting hours until my mom called your mom and found out that you had picked an indycar test over me."

pain rippled through kyle's veins at the way her voice broke. y/n hd been more than understanding about his racing career and the demands of being a modern athlete, because she had grown up with one. her younger sister was the youngest olympic swimmer in america, and she had never felt like she measured up, even after she got into usc charleston. but what he had done on prom night was unforgiveable. he just wished she had let him tell her the full story all those years ago, when she called everything off the day she packed up her dad's truck and left.

"you're drunk, y/n. how much have you had to drink today?" kyle's voice was stern, but still gentle as he tried to pry the can from his former girlfriend's hands. "i think you've had enough."

“you can’t tell me what to do, kirkwood. that can is the one thing keeping me from falling into complete and utter despair. I have nothing left, kyle!” she made a grab for the can, losing her balance and sprawling out over kyles lap.

kyle sighed, trying to help her sit up. “okay, it’s time to get you home.”

“kyle, is that you?”

“hi, lorraine.” kyle frowned as y/n got up and staggered towards the railing, promptly vomiting into the bushes. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“thank you.” lorraine smiled sadly, gently readying a hand on her daughters back. when her youngest daughter had explained that y/n had left to get some air, lorraine knew she needed to check on her. “she’s not coping, kyle. you know how close she and nick were.”

“I can hear you, and I don’t need him!” y/n spat, swatting at her moms hand. “I’m fine.”

lorraine’s voice was stern as she looked her daughter in the eye. “no you aren’t, let kyle drive you home.”

she could think of few things she wanted less than to be in a car with the man who broke her fragile, teenage heart. frankly, she’d rather drunkenly stumble through the streets of jupiter and let everybody gawk at her.

but kyle was firm with his grip as he guided her down the front steps, her legs shaky in her black pumps as he guided her towards his freakishly expensive car. she felt all the fight leave her body as kyle helped her into the passenger seat, her body noticeably falling limp.

“remind me never to drink this much again.” she whined, head slumping against the window as kyle started the car.

“it’s not like you’d listen to me anyways. get some rest, you aren’t well.”

she slept for most of the car ride, but it was an uneasy sleep, drifting in and out of memories as kyle pulled in front of the farmhouse. the driver helped her inside, guiding her out of her leather jacket and heels. she stumbled to the bathroom, collapsing in front of the bathtub before she started to heave.

kyle knelt behind her, gently pulling her hair away from her face. “it’s okay, you’re okay. let it out.”

“I can’t breathe.” she coughed out in between lurches of her stomach. “the dress is too tight.”

“it’s okay.” kyle soothed, gently undoing the zipper and peeling the fabric away from her burning skin. just the act of running his hands over her backs was conjuring memories for both of them.

memories of the last time kyle had touched her like that: their naked bodies tangled in sheets, her fingernails leaving deep divots in his shoulders, his lips on the column of her throat, hands clutching her back as she rode him.

“is this better, sweetheart?” he shook his head, trying to forget. he’d been trying to forget for five years now.

“yeah. can I have some space? some fresh clothes, maybe? my room is where it’s always been.”

kyle moved to kiss her forehead, pausing with his lips halfway to her hair. he didn’t get to do things like that anymore. he lost that right five years ago.

“yeah, I’ll be right back.”

while kyle was gone, she tried to recollect herself. the stinging scent of vomit that she tried to wash down the drain was sobering.

the fact that kyle kirkwood was in her house even more so.

she got to her feet, stumbling the the counter where she downed three capfuls of mouthwash, never feeling like it was quite enough as she rinsed her mouth and spat the spearmint liquid into the sink.

holding the front of her dress in place, she ascended the carpeted stair case, wondering what was taking kyle so long. the door to the master bedroom was closed; her mom had been sleeping in the guest room, unable to even consider sleeping in the king bed without nick.

kyle stood in the middle of her bedroom, clutching a ratty t shirt in his hands. she recognized it, of course. the mauve hurley shirt had been his.

“you’ve kept it all this time?”

“of course I did. it doesn’t smell like you any more, though. just the back of my closet.” she smiled sadly, leaning against the doorframe. “I’m sure you’re wondering why all these boxes are here. I’m coming home. temporarily.”

“I thought you loved it in carolina.” he frowned, helping her out of her dress. it was all he could do not to stare at the lacy black lingerie she wore, closing his eyes as she slipped out of the bra.

he was not an asshole, and he could definitely resist watching his ex undress.

at least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

“I moved in with someone I considered a very close friend. eventually, my boyfriend brad moved in with us. well, it turns out that my ex-friend was fucking brad. I needed to get out of the house, I was staying in a motel until mom called. and now I’m back here.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you. you didn’t deserve that.” kyle frowned, pulling her in for a hug. she notched her arms under his, pressing up on her toes and allowing her head to slot between his neck and shoulder.

it was comforting and warm; familiar.

“I don’t know what to do, kyle. truth be told, I don’t even like what I’m studying any more. I want to drop out.”

“let’s talk about this in the morning. when you’re sober.” he tried to soothe her, guiding her towards the bed “get some rest.” he insisted, laying her down and pulling the blankets over her shoulders. “I’ll be in the living room if you need me.”

the andretti driver turned to leave, stopping in his tracks when he felt her slender fingers wrap around his wrist.

“stay” she insisted, voice shaky. “I don’t want to be alone. I can’t stand it.”

kyle frowned, looking at the small body wrapped in blankets. he had never seen her this fragile before. this broken.

“of course, pretty girl. I’m not going anywhere.” he slipped out of his suit jacket and shoes, quietly sliding under the covers and pulling her into his arms, trying not to think about the fact that she was wearing his shirt and and nothing else.

don’t be a douchebag, kyle, he kept telling himself.

he allowed himself one luxury, his lips dropping down tot he crown of her head, just barely kissing her skin. a reassurance that everything would be okay.

the next morning, kyles side of the bed was empty, the lingering smell of his cologne being the only indicator that he was ever there. y/n’s head was pounding as she shakily got to her feet, grabbing clothes from the top of her laundry basket, too lazy and miserable to do much more than grab clean panties from her drawer.

kyle was in the kitchen, the smell of fresh eggs permeating the air. the smell would have been enough to set off her nausea again if there had been anything in her stomach to regurgitate. she’d always hated the smell of egg.

“why the fuck are you still here?”

“ah, that’s the y/n i remember!” kyle laughed, placing a glass on the kitchen island as she sat down. “drink. it’s good for you.”

she frowned at the green sludge in the pint glass before looking back at her ex. “like hell I will. i would rather jump off splash mountain.”

“it’ll make you feel better.”

“no it won’t. why are you so chipper? you know what, don’t answer that. I’m still mad at you.” she felt childish for pouting and refusing the hangover cure, but the fact of the matter was that her anger over the death of a past relationship was the only thing holding her together.

if she stopped being mad at kyle, she’d have to feel her feelings about her dad, and that didn’t seem like a good option.

“it’s been five years, y/n.” kyle sighed, switching off the gas stove. “why are you still holding on? you never even let me explain.”

“five years is forever, kyle. a whole goddamn lifetime. I’m not even the same person I was when we were together.”

“will you just let me explain?”

she sighed, leaning forwards and slumping against the counter, fingertips rubbing at her temples. “fine. but only because it stops me from thinking about everything.”

“i moved hell and high water to get back in time for prom, y/n. i had everything timed perfectly until the weather delayed the test. we couldn’t go on the track in the rain, so we had to wait it out. o was so certain we were going to make it, but then there was traffic on the way back to the airport. i ended up running the last three blocks just to make the plane, and then we took off late, and by the time we landed in florida i knew I was late but you’d stopped answering my calls. the next time I saw you, you told me it was over.”

“you still picked a car over me. but I was stubborn, not letting you tell me why. i should have at least let you explain yourself.” the anger slowly ebbed out of her body. she knew that holding on was only holding her back from moving on, but she’d never stopped caring about kyle and that’s why it hurt so much.

“you know I’ve followed your career since? you put on a damn good show in long beach.”

kyle froze, halfway to his seat with two plates of breakfast, button down shirt marred with wrinkles. “you watch me race?”

“i still care about you, kirkwood.” she smiled sadly, reaching for a plate. “and I figured if you’d picked racing over me, you might as well be somewhat decent at it.”

kyle laughed, settling himself at the counter. “well, it’s been a roller coaster of a season, I’ll give you that. you know, some days I regret running that test. no racing seat was worth losing you.”

“you would have regretted not doing it. i know you, kyle kirkwood.” she reached across the dining space, resting her hand in his. “we both had different things we wanted out of life and we were too naive to realize it. and my path ended up not even being the one I wanted. I’ve made my mind up. I’m dropping out of usc.”

kyle couldn’t hide his look of surprise. the hallowed institution had been all she wanted when they were teenagers. moving their lives to carolina and working around his racing and her psych degrees was all they ever talked about.

“what? but you love that place. charleston was all you ever wanted.”

she shook her head, taking a bite out of the semi-burnt toast kyle had prepared (it was all she could stomach in her current state).

“there’s nothing left for me in carolina. it turns out that I really hate my major.” she laughed, coughing slightly on a bread crumb. “getting through my undergrad was hard enough, i hesitate to even think about my masters. the whole reason I had picked a program this long was because I was scared to face the real world anyways. losing dad has put that into perspective.”

“so what are you going to do?”

“remember my plan b? the plan where I would go to trade school and get my red seal and work with my dad, then travel cross country with you during the racing season? the plan that had seemed like just wishful thinking? well, dad left me the garage.”

that plan b had been wishful thinking, something to tie her over for a year or two whole she figured her life out if she didn’t get into usc, or her safety school. and now it was reality. the entire garage and everything in it was hers now.

“i don’t know the first thing about running a business, but this feels like a sign. i want to turn it into something, kyle. a place for women, all-female mechanics. too many good women get screwed over by mechanics who think that their client is more gullible or likely to pay more because she doesn’t understand what’s wrong with her car.”

that was the y/n that kyle loved: the one with the big heart who had dreams bigger than her body. the one who would be happy with that nice quiet life as long as she could be happy with herself. the one who acted before she thought about the repercussions because she was just so excited about something.

he reached across the kitchen island, gently grabbing her shoulders. “hold your horses, pretty girl. take a load off, come to nashville with me and take a few days to think this through. don’t give up on carolina just yet. remember, you deserve to be happy. and if trade school is what you really want to do, it’s not too late to go for it.”

“it’s so hard to hate you, kyle maclean kirkwood. even when you have a stupid fucking rich boy name.” she could feel the tears pricking at the back of her eyes, every feeling she ever had for the man in front of her bubbling back to the surface. “why did you let me let you go?”

letting him go had been one of the biggest mistakes she ever made. maybe that’s why it took her so long to get into another relationship afterwards. she kept comparing her suitors to kyle and none of them matched up to the talented, funny, sarcastic young man she had been with before she left florida.

“because I thought that was what you wanted.”

“of course it wasn’t, dipshit. i was just too stubborn to let you back in.”

she leaned over the kitchen island, her thumb tracing kyles jaw. he was still every bit as beautiful as she remembered. older, but not necessarily wiser. and she had changed so much. she wasn’t that small town girl who worked at the auto shop over her summers or that girl who danced barefoot on the beach belting ‘sweet home alabama’ with a white claw in her hand.

but maybe she could be that carefree again.

neither wanted to make the first move. kyle wanted to break first, but he knew it was important to let y/n make up her own mind about this. he’d feel like a dick for the rest of his life if there was even the slightest possibility that he had taken advantage of her aggrieved state.

“so are you going to kiss me or what, kirkwood?”

you didn’t have to tell kyle twice. he practically dove across the island to pull her into his arms, familiar motions that they had gone through so many times before as he pressed his lips to hers. gentle but firm, just the way he knew she liked it.

she was breathless as she pulled away, a giggle in the back of her throat. “you know my dad always hoped we’d get back together. he said he’d never seen me as happy as i was when I was with you. and I think he was right. i still love you, kyle.”

“and I never stopped loving you.”

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Rating the NHL mascots - Part 2

Part 1 is here

Minnesota Wild

Nordy

What are you, Nordy? Officially, Nordy is a "wild animal" which is just SUPER helpful, Minnesota. Thanks. He's got a sweet face, though. I like the extra colouring that keeps him from being boring. I feel like he'd benefit from some sharp teeth though. Give the boy some ferocity. Assuming he's the kind of wild animal that can be ferocious? WHO FUCKIN' KNOWS???

Vibes: 7/10

Aesthetics: 9/10

Horror: 2/10

Fuckability: 6/10

Overall, 6/10. Could be better, but the inability to commit hurts Nordy's potential.

Buffalo Sabres

Sabretooth

I may not have much in this world, but one of the things that I do have is a degree in palaeontology. This goofy looking motherfucker is not an accurate sabretooth cat and I have decided to take that personally. This is a cartoon tiger with dental issues. This is Tony the Tiger's inbred cousin. He's not OK. At least he looks relatively kind, if a little concerned.

Vibes: 5/10

Aesthetics: 1/10

Horror: 1/10

Fuckability: 1/10

Overall, 2/10. Is it too much to ask for to have palaeontologically accurate mascots in 2023?

Nashville Predators

Gnash

Is this a joke? Am I a joke to you? ANOTHER sabre tooth cat? Jesus fucking christ. OK, this one isn't AS bad. It's not good, but it's not as bad as the last entry. Actual sabre teeth, a sculpted cat head, team colours can be forgiven for mascot purposes. The lower jaw is all wrong and the stripes are conjecture at best, but the overall effect doesn't fill me with the same blind rage as Buffalo's cat. Gnash is getting by on a loaded comparison. His name is pretty cool though.

Vibes: 6/10

Aesthetics: 4/10

Horror: 5/10

Fuckability: 3/10

Overall, 4.5/10. Literally skating through because Sabretooth is SO bad and SO fresh in my memory. Take the wins where you can, Gnash.

Florida Panthers

Stanley C. Panther

Florida somehow has two mascots? I'm going with Stanley, but please do be aware of, I assume, Matthew Tkachuk's best friend: Victor E. Rat.

Stanley, here, is a panther. Of course. And he's fine. Just fine. Another big cat, underwhelming design, pretty minimal costuming. He's got a reasonably characterful face. I feel like a good performer could make him work, but in still images he's lacklustre. Sorry, Stanley.

Vibes: 6/10

Aesthetics: 3/10

Horror: 3/10

Fuckability: 6/10

Overall, 4.5/10. Middling score for a middling mascot. Maybe I should have gone with Victor...

New York Islanders

Sparky the Dragon

Got myself tied in knots about this one because the Isles have made some attempts to move on from Sparky, it seems. There's an absolutely horrifying fisherman named Nyisles that I won't ever unsee. The NHL website says Sparky, though, so Sparky it is! He's a dragon! Look at his lil wings! Good teeth, bright colours, horns for holding. What's not to love? Literally nothing. Except the fact that he's mascot for the Isles... but that's not what we're doing here.

Vibes: 10/10

Aesthetics: 10/10

Horror: 4/10

Fuckability: 8/10

Overall, 8/10. He's a dragon! I love me a dragon! I don't care!

St Louis Blues

Louie

Louie, OK. Blue, OK. Wipe clean mouth? OK, I guess. Why a bear, though? And why such a pale blue? This thing must be a nightmare to keep clean. Good ear shape, kind face, not quite hitting the bear perfection that is Carlton but a decent effort. The muzzle really is throwing me as a weird design choice. Like, OK, it does make the face more visually interesting but it also just looks like Louie has a skin problem. Does he have mange? We simply don't know.

Vibes: 7/10

Aesthetics: 7/10

Horror: 3/10

Fuckability: 5/10

Overall, 5.5/10. Mostly because I'm concerned about his health. I don't want to catch mange.

Detroit Red Wings

Al the Octopus

Oh yeah, now we're talking. I actively hate this for a million reasons but it's so fucking insane that I also kind of love it! I do wish that Detroit fans would stop throwing octopuses onto the ice because that is no fate for a poor cephalopod. But look! It's a giant tentale monster! He looks MEAN! That's not just a guy in a bad fur suit! it's interesting and that's worth big points. I fully believe that Al would beat the shit out of me for no reason.

Vibes: 10/10

Aesthetics: 9/10

Horror: 9/10

Fuckability: 10/10

Overall, 9.5/10. Horrible, never stop.

Philidelphia Flyers

Gritty

Now, this is podracing! Gritty is how you do weird, undefined monster mascots properly. Gritty emerged following construction work at the Philidephia arena and is best described as a force for chaos. The eyes are wild, the energy is all over the place, the flow is spectacular, and the best part of Gritty's launch was the speed with which Philidelphia went from rejecting their new freak to declaring Gritty the new godking. Oh, you think Gritty is an ugly monster? Fuck you, we love them. Gritty is also undeniably a queer ally/icon/community leader? Hard to say exactly, but it's there. Immaculate vibes. Shame we can't say the same about everyone on the team...

Vibes: 10/10

Aesthetics: 10/10

Horror: 10/10

Fuckability: 10/10

Overall, 10/10. Gritty, hit me up. I have a short list of Flyers I need you to eat. Thanks, babe.

Ottawa Senators

Spartacat

Someone please get this lion a good haircare routine? Dear god, Spartacat. You leave the house looking like this? There's something almost endearing about how wet and pathetic this lion looks. He's just giving nothing. I want to nominate him for Queer Eye.

Vibes: 6/10

Aesthetics: 4/10

Horror: 2/10

Fuckability: 4/10

Overall, 4/10. Honestly, it's a pity fuck as well. Someone please help this lion.

Montreal Canadiens

Youppi!

What IS it? A man? Why is it so hairy? It might be a giant (lol) but that doesn't explain much at all. I HATE this. I think that's a fully body beard. You could shave that and maybe find just a normal man underneath. It's SO orange which just looks jarring with the Montreal colours. Bad. I would turn around and walk the other direction if I saw this on the street.

Vibes: 2/10

Aesthetic: 1/10

Horror: 8/10

Fuckability: 0/10

Overall, a generous 3/10. Please never make me look at Youppi! again.

Vancouver Canucks

Fin the Whale

They anthropomorphised a whale. That feels like it should be a crime. Certainly the way they've gone about it is. Fin loses points for having his dorsal fin on the back of his head and not, y'know, his actual back. He also appears to have no tail which is a real shame. Tails are a great design choice in almost every situation. I do like the sharp teeth and red tongue, though. Very suggestive. This feels like a missed opportunity. Fin could have been a lot better but they took the easy path instead of the interesting one. Boo you, Canucks design team.

Vibes: 7/10

Aesthetics: 4/10

Horror: 5/10

Fuckability: 6/10

Overall, 5.5/10. I really wanted to like this more. I'm going to think about Ethan Bear for a minute to cheer myself up.

San Jose Skarks

S J Sharkie

No points for originality on the name, but for literally everything I just said about Fin? Sharkie gets it right. His dorsal fin is in the right place, he has shark elements beyond his head with those little elbow fins. Clear evidence that it's possible to make a weird sea creature/man hybrid without being boring AF. The head is a weird shape, but I'm feeling too much goodwill towards Sharkie right now to really mind. Nice teeth, too. I would have loved to have seen rows of teeth, maybe with some missing for a real hockey feel.

Vibes: 8/10

Aesthetics: 8/10

Horror: 6/10

Fuckability: 8/10

Overall, 7.5/10. A good score for a very smooth boy. Smooth in every direction.

Arizona Coyotes

Howler the Coyote

Hims feets too big for hims gotdamn shoes! I haven't ever actually seen a coyote before, so I had to go looking for a comparison. Conclusion? Why is his face so wide? I do like the very pointy nose, though. We've seen too many soft faced predators, this boy has a SNOUT. Got some lil teefies too, I like that. And a tail. I keep coming back to the feet busting out of the shoes though, like some teen wolf knock off. I kinda love it.

Vibes: 9/10

Aesthetics: 8/10

Horror: 4/10

Fuckability: 8/10

Overall, 7/10. Very good showing for a pointy faced doggo who needs new shoes.

Columbus Blue Jackets

Stinger

Help. Serously, please help me. Look at this thing. It's a bug, meant to be a play on blue jackets/yellow jackets. But I don't know what a yellow jacket is so any cleverness is kind of lost on me. This is HORRIBLE. They really went all in on making this unpleasant and I can applaud that, even as I hate it viscerally. And I do. The eyes, the butt, the rictus grin, the colour... It is offensive to mine eyeballs. I love it. One note, they should have given it another set of limbs.

Vibes: 1/10

Aesthetics: 10/10

Horror: 8/10

Fuckability: 0/10

Overall, 5/10. Awful. I can't look away.

Honourable mention to Boomer, the other Blue Jackets mascot who is just an anthropomorphic cannon. Great moustache. I wonder if Johnny Gaudreau is afraid of it.

Anaheim Ducks

Wild Wing

I do not believe that Wild Wing's designer had ever seen a duck. I'm not sure that the person who described duck to the designer or Wild Wing had ever seen a duck either. I think the description of a duck may have passed through as many as 15 people who had never seen a duck before reaching Wild Wing's designer. Oh Holly, you're so harsh. It's a duck in a hockey mask. OK, so they hadn't seen a modern hockey mask either. I like the mean expression, somehow through a mask, the Donald Duck-esque nudity, and the feet design. Almost a horse-sized duck.

Vibes: 7/10

Aesthetics: 6/10

Horror: 5/10

Fuckability: 4/10

Overall, 5.5/10. You're no good, duck. You'll never be shit. You're just like your father.

Chicago Bad Team

Tommy Hawk

That's a turkey.

Vibes: 0/10

Aesthetics: 0/10

Horror: 0/10

Fuckability: 0/10

0/10. Boo.

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[ravewing]

i have discovered yet another reason to hate florida . im visiting my family up north right now and there are FIREFLIES ! EVERYWHERE !! i spent three hours just catching fireflies with my cousins tonight . you cannot do that shit in florida fuck that place

[coco-loco-nut]

Paper Rings

Pairing: Rooster x Reader

Warning: fluff, yet another song fic from my spotify addiction and Taylor Swift spiral, kinda short but cute

Masterlist

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You were definitely one of Bradley’s oldest friends. You met when you were in high school, having a few mutual friends. You weren’t a partier and usually you didn’t even know about them. That was until your best friend at the time begged you to go with her. When you got there, everyone was sitting around the fire, high as fuck. Everyone except for golden boy, Bradley Bradshaw. He was a few years older, but he was determined to be a naval pilot so no weed for him. After exchanging numbers before leaving, you both texted semi-regularly. You, like any other teenage girl, internet stalked him to learn as much as you could. 

When he went to the academy, he kissed you goodbye -your first kiss- and didn’t talk for months. Not even a response to your letters. So when he came home from graduating, you naturally gave him the cold shoulder for a couple months, but you couldn’t resist the charm. Especially when he approached you and sang “You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling.” It was an accident that you let your guard down and kissed him right there, but it was a good one.

So here you are, years later in his apartment, completely smitten. You woke up in the middle of the night for no real reason. Out the window you can see the full moon, peaking in the night sky. To your left, Bradley is out, soft snores filling the quiet room. You crawl out of bed and grab one of the books from his bedtable. You read them all, but this is your favorite. You pour a glass of wine and sit near the window in the living room, a lamp on to illuminate the book. Bradley woke up when you left, but he knew your habit and went back to sleep.

In the morning he woke you up with kisses. Always three. One for your long night, one because everything was all right, and one because he’s waited his whole life for you.

You like the idea of a shiny ring on your finger, but if Bradley gave you a ring made of paper and tape, you wouldn’t say no. Hell, you’d settle for a marriage certificate alone. Your relationship was the best accident that’s ever happened.

You wrote all about it in your journal. The dirty dreams, the pictures in picture frames, little cutouts of your dream ring. You were a hopeless romantic through and through. 

You wrote about when you both jumped into an icy pool last winter. He jumped in first but you followed. Just as he followed you when you helped paint your brother’s house, but an ex showed up. It caused a major fight that you started when Bradley followed you out the back. 

You don’t know why you are surprised when he proposes. He looked through your journal one day when you were shopping. 

“I want to drive away with you, every road trip, every base transfer. I want to be with you. I want your complications, I want your dreary Mondays, I want you to wrap your arms around me and calling me baby boy, forever. You are the one I want. Like you, I hate accidents, but when we went from friends to this, I couldn’t be happier,” Bradley was on one knee, on a beach in Florida, holding a paper ring. You didn’t hesitate to say yes. When you got home, he pulled out the actual ring, but you loved your paper ring.

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[leclerced]

Okay, i saw another anon talking about living in Monaco, and i have to agree

My best friends family (since i was born) has a condo/flat idk what it technically is there, and during my breaks i stay for a couple weeks, and lemme tell you it is so over-crowded and drama filled😭

Like obviously i’m not Monegasque so i can’t exactly comment on tourism but also i can? When i was growing up it was popular and has always had a ton of tourists but now it’s literally all there is. Like even the more traditional and original places I grew up going to, including restaurants, cafes, even little corner stores are now targeted only to tourists. And the drama that happens in that tiny ass place is unbelievable??

Idk i love it and im always in the city for the gp so that’s really cool but also it’s just such a mentally draining place to be in for a long time (for me at least) i cant even imagine living there all year round.

This is not a hate campaign on Monaco I promise!! I truly love it there

-🥰

i would looove to visit especially for the gp tbh idc ab monaco as like a destination or seeing anything else there. im going for the cars and hot men. same reason i would go to austin for cota and i fucking hate austin. i literally would never step foot in that city unless i was going to cota. if aint even that bad i just don’t like it. i cant explain why i don’t remember why i just haven’t since i was like twelve. same w florida.

i wanna joke and say i would live there just for the gp an drivers but also my goal in life is to live in the woods with my lover who writes me songs like hozier’s n monaco seems like the exact opposite of that

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[tapucocoafgc]

Update since my last post: birthday went okay. Had a friend over and we played games and I got to eat some good sushi, plus another friend made me an apple pie and brought it over for us, so that was fun. I've gotten over being mad re: Frostys, and now I just feel kinda bleh. Just about the time I think I've killed my competitive side it comes back with a vengeance and I hate it. I want my ego to stop getting in the way of things but it's hard. Somewhat as a result, I resolved to try cognitive reframing earlier this week, but that's also really hard, as it turns out. It's basically unwinding literal decades of the muscle memory of: insult yourself, you're stupid, you can't do anything right. So that's been rough, but it's also only been a few days so maybe it'll get easier.

I haven't been writing too much due to horrendeous depressive spiral. But I did a little bit this morning which felt good. In addition, I've gotten back on the journaling "grind" so to speak. At this point I'm leaning so hard on the little things to make myself feel better.

I've also been thinking and in light of the fact that the local is fucking dead + we can't really attend majors that much anymore (see: no mask requirement, also CEO? Really, Devcord friends? Why do y'all want to go to an event in fucking Florida we literally cannot go there because reasons), I'm considering trying out... ugh... netplay brackets again. I know Pokken netcode is utter dogshit but god it'd be so easy to just. Get sets with people? Idk. Again, if I could push my ego aside it'd be a simple decision. Play game, get experience, profit. Gonna think on it more in the coming days. There's a tourney on Friday night so I might use that as a test drive if I feel up to it.

This whole thing was rambly af but in light of how fucking depressed my last couple posts have been I wanted to kind of update where my headspace is at rn

#tapu irlposting

[beardedmrbean]

So Yasuke discourse back, and I just realize why

Black Americans are taught to HATE the core of the USA because the treatment of us. I mean my feelings towards my country is complex…but where this idea we were never taught this?

I’m sorry were you asleep in history class after the 5th grade?

I mean have you seen Emmett Till Corpse? My community was terrified for generations for black boys like me.

But anyways black supremacists latch onto other cultures like Japan and such for validation. Rather than our own people who survived and found success even in hard times America

Also this post https://www.tumblr.com/someoneintheshadow456/728775975508344832/i-think-one-of-the-biggest-differences-between

It two fictional historical stories, but remind when I saw a actress on the view being shocked she have slave owners ancestors

Despite being half Puerto Rican

And in her 30’s-40’s

I’m sorry does that chick think real life a Disney film?

Also about the samurai thing, yes people glamorize them like FX Shogun

But the Japanese (especially in counterculture as most mangakas are the descendants of the people the samurai oppressed. Oops, someone didn’t get the memo) acknowledged their samurai ancestors caused them significant issues especially with the isolation and stagnation the Tokugawa caused

Also I suspected but check wiki, the imperial Japanese army was heavily based off samurai culture 😬

And given the horrors they committed…

But anyways like I hinted at, the Japanese acknowledged their ancestors were complex people. But also acknowledged the flaws, because we can see it. Like people complain about how the late dbz creator draw black people

The thing is I heard some Japanese people don’t even a black person irl until their 30’s fuck I’m going too long

But at least get Japanese don’t have socialists in positions of influence and power that treat a book made by a antisemitic freeloader that rape his maid and let that offspring died poor less like the Bible.

Also another thing I notice in my abuse healing. If you don’t make some form of piece with what your abuser did to you.

Your shit out of luck at understanding history. Random but stuff I been noticing with Japanese culture and handling of others maybe another anon because an important figure in the pokemon community said something that shocked him while visiting nyc in the 2000’s.

Black Americans are taught to HATE the core of the USA because the treatment of us. I mean my feelings towards my country is complex…but where this idea we were never taught this? I’m sorry were you asleep in history class after the 5th grade?

The scripted 'how come they never taught us this in school' followed by 'you know' is one of the most infuriating things to show up and signal the beginning of discourse.

Texas isn't going to teach about slavery, Florida is going to teach that it wasn't so bad, are both statements I've seen allegedly educated people say, Texas most certainly will teach about it and the comment from Florida is that some slaves learned trades that helped them when they were free, like blacksmithing and coopering still not a statement in praise of anything, just a statement of fact.

They absolutely taught that stuff in school,

True you likely didn't learn about Bass Reeves which would be why people are so willing to believe The Lone Ranger was based off of him now, that would be also because they don't know about The Lone Ranger either, (there is some crossover and they likely pulled some from Bass)

There's only so much instruction time, you want to learn more there's a library or the internet.

But anyways black supremacists latch onto other cultures like Japan and such for validation. Rather than our own people who survived and found success even in hard times America

I have found that weird, then again they latch on to any successful black person as well and act like they own them, right up till the Williams Sisters marry white dudes, which for some reason was worse than Tiger marrying a white woman if memory serves.

The thing is I heard some Japanese people don’t even a black person irl until their 30’s fuck I’m going too long

I love Psych.

In person they may go their whole lives without seeing anyone but other Japanese people, common in not western nations. For all the talk about ethnostates people sure get them wrong a lot.

But at least get Japanese don’t have socialists in positions of influence and power that treat a book made by a antisemitic freeloader that rape his maid and let that offspring died poor less like the Bible.

That would be why no socialism in Japan, they killed the commies. My commitment to free speech says that was the wrong thing to do, but it also says people that want to cheer can.

The GOT/Downtown Abbey thing those were set in two totally different periods of time and one not even on earth so making comparisons to anything is difficult.

Edwardian Vs when Henry VIII was king totally different and not good to compare to each other to, not from a judgmental standpoint at least.

Also another thing I notice in my abuse healing. If you don’t make some form of piece with what your abuser did to you. Your shit out of luck at understanding history. Random but stuff I been noticing with Japanese culture and handling of others maybe another anon because an important figure in the pokemon community said something that shocked him while visiting nyc in the 2000’s.

Makes healing a bit more difficult too.

Forgive and forget is bunk, you don't have to forget, don't have to forgive either but I think that it's important to do that. Doesn't mean you need to speak a single word to the person or spare them a passing glance ever again though. Don't need to give them a chance to do it again, but forgiveness is as much for you as it is for the forgivee.

#zoomer huey anon

[hoverboards-and-dragons]

Spoken like a Promise

Florida’s finger hovered over send, rereading the simple Spanish sentence over and over again. 

He hated feeling like this, he was the chaos state, he threw himself at danger without a second thought, and barely a first thought. He shouldn’t care so much, or feel so messy, or be so scared. 

He stared at the years of text messages he’d sent his father, he had never replied. Florida only got his number from one of Loui’s pa visits. 

Loui’s pa visited him. 

He wasn't jealous, he couldn't be, not when France practically treated him like another son.  

He sent the message and threw his phone down, adding to an essay worth of unread words. Florida could barely write in English, too worried that it would replace Spanish, he couldn’t handle the disappointment if his father finally returned only to find Flordia didn't know their language. 

No matter how much easier reading would make his job or how long it's been since he’d last seen Spain, he didn't trust his dyslexia with the grammar rules of two languages. The memories of learning to read and write the first time grated against him, putting the final nail in the coffin of ever trying again. 

He hated feeling like this. 

He needed company, the quiet made him want to tear his skin off. He considered calling Loui but hesitated.

Loui was his perfect partner in every way, he made him think his ideas through without ever shutting him down but Loui wasn’t safety, he was caution. 

Loui made him think just realistically enough to make sure his plans went off without a hitch or a fatal injury, he brought him down to earth.

The last thing Florida wanted was to see this situation realistically, he wanted to be up in the clouds, untouchable, safe. 

When was the last time he had felt that safe, it had been in the Spanish empire, hadn't it? But that wouldn’t make sense, what about Spain was safe-?

.

.

.

Oh, he knew what it was. 

Florida curled up, pulling his legs against his chest, giving one last look to his phone before snapping away. 

“Oh, for the love of god! What the fuck do you want-?!” California paused his indignation at Florida, once again, teleporting directly into his house with no warning when he saw the other state. 

He was sitting on the floor, facing away from California, his head pressed between his knees. 

“Oh wow uh, you all aight dude?” He tilted his head to the side to try to get a look at his face. 

Florida peaked an eye out before turning his body just enough to make grabby hands. 

“Oh,” California just barely said before sliding off the coach to join Florida on the ground. He scarcely had a chance to open his arms before Florida barrelled into him, wrapping both his arms around California’s back, squeezing his face against his chest.

California rested his arms over Florida’s lower back, his brother could almost hear him mentality scrambling for the correct thing to say. In the meantime he enjoyed the feeling of his gentle breathing. 

He doesn't think the Spanish Empire was ever safety, he left every interaction queasy. 

But then he would turn to the room just down the hall with the door that was always open to him; where his brother would be waiting with open arms, a quip on his tongue about their father’s behavior that almost convinced Florida they were a normal functional family and a gentle hum on his soft voice that would lure him to sleep no matter how worked up he was. 

That was safety. This was safety. 

“This about Spain?” Cal asked quietly. Florida blearily opened eyes he didn't remember closing. “I can’t think of another reason you’d come to me over literally anyone else.” 

Florida nodded after a moment, feeling a hand start carding through his hair. “He still won’t say anything to me, even now, when texting would literally be so quick but nooooooooooo.” 

Cal sighed softly in that way he always does when Florida has expectations for their father. “He always could have sent a letter.” It comes out bitter. 

Flo huffs, “Yeah but that's like, sooo much work, I get it.” 

The bitterness only gets darker. “He had, centuries.” 

Florida doesn’t respond, he knows from experience that no matter how hard he pushes Cal would never outright state exactly what he thinks but he decides against risking it anyway. 

He nuzzles further against him. “Can you sing me something?” 

He snorts, “you want me to rub your back too, little prince?”

“Hey, I’m still older than you,” Florida groans. “And yes, please.” 

One of Cal’s arms keeps a tight grip on Flo while the other begins to trail across his back. He starts humming the tone of an old lubally he would  sing to him as colonies, occasionally slipping into lyrics where he remembered them.

The song evolved into something Florida didn’t recognise as the moment stretched on but it was soft and comfortable so he really couldn't care. 

It wouldn’t take long before the heat of the room became unbearable between the two of them. California’s smell of citrus and salt water reflected his own, with a mix of vanilla and wildfire smoke.  

“Am I a bad big brother?” Flo heard Cal’s voice hitch in his throat as his body stiffened under him. 

Florida felt himself drawn further up, his head tucked under Cal’s chin, their chests pressed firmly together. “No. Never. You’re the best I could have gotten.” 

“I’m, pretty sure this is supposed to be the other way around.” Flo’s grip tightened, his hands tangling in spools of hair spilling across Cal’s back. He wasn’t sure he had ever held his brother in the same way before. 

“You always took the brunt of it, this is the least I could do.” Florida was destructive, hyperactive and had a distaste for all and any authority figures - a textbook problem child.

The fact that California only set things on fire accidentally made him pretty well behaved by comparison. 

“Maybe you would have gotten some of dad’s attention if it wasn’t for me.”

“God please, the last thing I needed was more of Spain’s attention.” A shiver ran through Cal so deeply Florida half thought it was an earthquake. He spoke more quietly. “I’m not sure what I would have done without you, what he would have done if we were alone for all that time.” 

A question pushed itself to the front of Florida’s mouth. 

California refused to talk about what happened in the years after Florida left the empire for the union; All he knew was by the time Cal became a US territory he had stopped calling Spain his father, had a desperate need for independence and was somehow even more protective over Florida. 

He swallowed it back, he was sure if he could handle the answer right now if his brother actually told him this time

“He loved us.” He said instead, it came out far away and distant. “I remember, even if he doesn't anymore. I bet he could again.” 

California didn't respond.

“He chose to take us in.” Florida continued. “That has to mean something.”

“Colonies were a useful form of power consolidation. Participating was necessary to keep pace with the other European empires.” He had taken on that annoying condescending monotone voice that made Florida blood boil. 

“He didn't have to adopt us, he didn't have to raise us. Britain never treated his colonies like children, at least not the OG 13.” Cal just dismissively sighed. A growl bubbles in Flo's throat before he keeps rambling. “We could have been anything else to him-”

Cal went still, so still that Flo pulled back to check his face after making sure his heart was beating.  

He saw foggy eyes that threatened tears, “yeah… yeah, you’re right, we could have- he could have- Anything.” California was barely talking to Florida anymore. 

“Cali?” Flo had gotten lost again - he was doing so good this time. Why was Cal’s voice so breathy, why was he so scared, like ‘anything’ meant something else, something more. “You know something I don’t again.” 

He looked back at him, blinking his eyes clear. “Right, sorry dude.” He takes a deep breath. He gave a weak smile after a moment before going in for one last tight squeeze. “We’re okay now, that’s what matters. It's only going to keep getting better.” 

He speaks it like a promise.

 Flo beamed, that manages to get a proper smile out of Cal. Satisfied, he leans back and lets his brother get up. 

Florida takes the hand Cal extends to him.

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the most siblings ever

if y'all wanna speculate on what happened between Spain and Cal i'm all ears, i wanna see your fear of your own imagination

first fic in years be soft with me

#wttt #welcome to the table #wttsh #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt california #wttt florida #autistic California #adhd Florida #it makes their communication kinda funky #they are avoiding an argument so hard they have another proxy argument

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Road Trip Masterlist

dream makes the sounds (that carry me so far away) (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds luke/calum M, 36k

Summary: Luke's just got to California, on a trip to get away from his life for a while. Calum might be there for the same reason. When a chance meeting pushes them together, Luke might get more out of the four-week road trip than he ever imagined.

Energy Drinks, A Black Cat& Other Signs of Vampirism (ao3) - Headgehog_Louis007 michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 80k

Summary: "What? it's just garlic bread."

"Aren't vampires like.. I mean.. don't they not like garlic?"

A fic in which Michael is a vampire and every trope about vampires is wrong.

fell in love with you in my passenger seat (ao3) - bellawritess michael/luke T, 1k

Summary: “You should have woken me,” Michael grumbles. “What is wrong with you? Do you want us to die?”

“Hey,” Luke says, hurt. “I was being a nice boyfriend. You were clearly tired.”

interlude (ao3) - galacticsugar michael/luke T, 36k

Summary: As Michael positions his camera to capture a photo of the venue marquee, it suddenly hits him that Luke isn’t just a name on the sign. His show is tonight. He’s probably here, right now, somewhere in the venue, or at least nearby, maybe hitting up one of the trendy downtown coffee shops or jogging around the lake.

“Michael?”

…or right behind him. His voice sounds the same.

in the in between (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum M, 32k

Summary: “What the fuck is this?”

It’s pretty much Luke’s first full spoken-in-person-sentence to Calum in months.

It’s his first sentence to Calum in months, and he’s yelling it in the middle of his driveway at seven in the morning, while a dog yelps back at him from down the street. It’s perfect.

“I thought you said you wanted iced coffee,” Calum replies defensively, consciously diverting his eyes away from Luke’s face because it’s the only way he can be sure he’s not staring. He needs to act normal, but he can’t remember exactly what acting normal around Luke actually entails. Probably not constantly shifting his eyes around like he’s possessed. He forces his eyes back to Luke’s face before Luke goes off in search of a priest skilled in exorcisms.

in your ocean, i'm sinking (ao3) - toddamyanderson luke/calum T, 11k

Summary: “Okay so, not to sound like a total dick or anything, but what exactly does this have to do with me?” Calum squints a little quizzically as he takes another sip of his latte, then leans forward to match try and Luke’s energy. It’s not as easy as it looks. He moves around a lot.

“I’m asking you along on a road trip. To New York. With me.”

Calum blinks. He doesn’t even have time to process and formulate a response before Luke starts rambling.

it's an emotional kaleidoscope when I face you (ao3) - FayeHunter, lifewasradical michael/luke, calum/ashton T, 33k

Summary: With one last sweep over his apartment, Michael is sure he’s ready to go, or at least as ready as he’s ever going to be. Nothing would ever prepare him for multiple days of nothing but Luke Hemmings.

Or, Michael and Luke broke up a few months ago, but a nonrefundable road trip has them back together for a wonderful ride from New York City to Orlando, Florida.

kissing at the stop signs darling (ao3) - fffearless ot4, luke/ashton T, 7k

Summary: "I think, guys," Ashton says finally, and everyone is all ears. "We need to get away." He gives Luke's knee a quick squeeze. "Let me just get us some more milkshakes."

(Or where the boys hate how boring everything is and take a self-realisation road trip to help sort it all out)

Love me like you did (ao3) - screamtobeheard michael/luke E, 9k

Summary: “You idiot! Where did you go?” Calum shouts immediately. “You know the way you always suspect the worst of me? This time you’re right,” he says. “Oh my god. You’re taking him to warped tour? What did he do?” “He agreed actually,”

After Luke and Michael break up, Michael is miserable. He decides a roadtrip to warped tour could fix things.

No Chance (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook) michael/luke, calum/ashton T, 72k

Summary: So Ashton's going on a road trip with his friend, Calum, and he invited me to tag along. Being the adventurous shit I am, I said yes, but I wouldn't have if I knew that Luke Hemmings was going as well. God, I hate that guy, and the feeling's mutual. Why does that annoying brat have to come along? And Ashton and Calum expect us to be friends? Yeah, right. There's no chance that Luke Hemmings and I, Michael Clifford, are ever going to get along.

sit back and i’ll drive you to (all the pretty places) - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) michael/luke T, 2k

Summary: After Luke has the worst summer ever, his boyfriend suggests that they get out of town together and make the best of the summer they have left.

staring at the sunshine (ao3) - toddamyanderson luke/calum T, 19k

Summary: And the way those blue eyes are looking at him now. There’s flashes of that heat from before building in them, which is kind of intense. Calum doesn’t usually get this look from Luke. Only sometimes, when they’re a little drunk or a little high and the rules become fuzzy and looks aren’t meant to matter as much.

until i had you on the open road (ao3) - lucasfletcher ot4 E, 5k

Summary: As they’re waiting for their burgers, Calum disappears into one of the souvenir shops and comes out with a penis mug, which he presents to Luke. “’Cause, you know. Sometimes you’re a dick.”

Michael gasps and runs to get one of his own, but comes out with the weird glasses made out of straws instead, then proceeds to bite Ashton when he tries to take them from him.

or, the one where they were all meant to meet each other.

wake me up when we get there (ao3) - whiskeytantrums michael/luke T, 1k

Summary: Michael and Luke aren't bad parents, okay.

We Are Strange, In Our Worlds (ao3) - fourdrunksluts michael/luke N/R, 84k

Summary: “That’s what I want,” Michael tells him, resting his head on Luke's shoulder as he looks fondly up at the stage. “That’s where I want to be. Everything I’m doing, everything I’ve been through — I just wanna be on a stage, with a loving crowd singing my songs back to me.”

Luke smiles, kissing his forehead and speaking with his lips against Michael's skin. “It’s going to happen. I know it is.”

-

Luke's an aspiring artist, and Michael's a traveling musician. They cross paths in Hillvue in the summer of ‘95.

With a New York State of Mind (I Wanna Take My Heart to the End of the World) (ao3) - Lxverxofmxne G, 1k

Summary: 4 strangers, same destination. One road trip, 14 hours max. — “This is going to sound really weird, but do you wanna road trip with me?”

The men stared at Luke weirdly. He shrugged before continuing.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #roadtrip #roadtrip masterlist #masterlists

[cleoselene]

had a meeting with my neurologist today, the 3 month long talk meeting we have, and lmao. he just got back from vacation in Italy and I was like, "did you have a nice trip?" and he was like "ehhhhhh! I was on a plane for 23 hours to look at some old church! I would have rather stayed home with my dog." and I was like looool. I feel this. Then he started saying how it was depressing to look at the old medieval church shit, saying "some guy 500 years ago spent his whole life making this one part of the church. and that was his WHOLE LIFE!" and I was all "well... I suppose it's better than toiling in the fields for your lord?"

I think he really enjoys my visits because we spend most of it having bullshit conversation. the nurses have told me that they enjoy younger patients like me because a lot of the older patients have bad dementia and can't really hold a conversation. after Italy bashing, we had a discussion about the Great Depression Midwestern Casseroles we were raised on in our childhoods. His mom was a cream of chicken soup lady, though, whereas my household was always on the cream of mushroom side. Horrible fucking food, lol. Just the worst.

anyway, another reason I love him is because he is EQUALLY as over the bullshit the state of Florida makes us go through to secure my 120 pain pills every month. He HATES that he can't put in refills anymore, lol, and today I asked him to refill it like I do every month, and CVS sent me a text later in the day saying I needed to contact them because the prescription was "on hold." And I'm like bzuh? and then I notice my doc submitted the script three times when I went online, and called and hahaha. He submitted three SEPARATE scripts for the next three months to get around the "no refills" thing and this is something that CVS is very 50/50 about handling lol. In the past they have let him do it but they have also been like "lol NO" when he's tried it before too. Tonight the pharmacist got utterly confused by it and did not understand what the doctor was doing and said that insurance tried to process it three times, which lol. All because he doesn't feel like having to send an electronic script every month. I FEEL U, DOC. THE HOOPS THEY PUT SICK PEOPLE THROUGH TO GET MEDS ARE SO FUCKED.

but like, bless him? he NEVER gives me shit about maintaining my script, never tells me maybe I should wean myself off, never whines about the state putting pressure on him. He just fills it and lets me have what I need. I hate hate hate Florida but I am seriously worried that when I move my next neurologist will not be as totally awesome as mine. It wasn't like I got lucky with him, either, I cycled through three other neurologists (none of whom were MS specialists and weren't even capable of properly diagnosing me let alone treating me) before I found my guy! And he's just about the sweetest person you could meet and brings his aforementioned dog he'd rather hang out with than visit the Vatican to work with him sometimes. The good news is he networks like crazy and probably will be able to refer me to someone great. His referrals are always awesome, too. He does a lot of travel and speaking at conferences because he's a clinical researcher so he knows people, and I'm hoping he'll know the right person to refer me to when the time comes to escape this hellscape state

#multiple sclerosis #i might have a mild crush on my doctor #but it's just because he's so gentle and sweet and kind and compassionate #also he's tall and plays the guitar lol