#those man eating catfish

[petrichormore]

q!badboyhalo is like one of those giant man-eating catfish that will eat anything that can fit in their mouths and then will sometimes suffocate because they block their own damn airway trying to eat something that’s physically bigger than them. like they still kill the thing but then they also kill themselves trying to fit it down the hatch. are you hearing me? are you hearing me? it’s 3am I need you to tell me you’re hearing me.

#qsmp badboyhalo #q!bbh #desperately tempted to tag this as an analysis post but I know I shouldn’t #let’s see if I wake up look at this post and go ‘huh’ #qsmp #those man eating catfish #aren’t they called goonch or some shit

[morallyinept]

Pedro Boys & Kinks 🥴

Today we're getting kinky with the Pedro Boys...

NSFW due to the nature of the smutty talk.

Check out more of my Pedro Boys Rambles here.

I make no apologies for this. Well, maybe some...

Enjoy! 🖤

Joel Miller - Nylons. 

This rugged old man with the bad knees loves to tear through your pantyhose like a rabid madman in the throes of a Cordyceps freak out! Le freak, c'est chic. He's drooling, darlin'. He loves to lick your pussy through them, watching the wet patch bloom into the silky mesh of your oozy camel toe. Feel the smooth slide of them against his morose face as he runs his scruff up your legs and into your parted thighs. Those thick, calloused fingers are soon tearing them open as he literally dives face first into your sopping cunt. I mean, he's been starving for a while now. Chef Boyardee ain't cutting it. Joel's a hungry man and it's not long after that, that he's planting his crimson capped mushroom deep inside you; fisting at the shredded hosiery around your thighs. In the days before the outbreak, Joel was an absolute sucker for a pair of black hold ups with a lacy top. And if they had little satin bows on? Well, that's a sure fire way to finish him off. And Joel Miller is fucking indestructible, right? 

Well, mostly. Abby Anderson might have something to do with that… Sssh! 🤫

Francisco Morales - Gagging. 

The best way to hook this Catfish line and sinker, is to take him right back deep into your throat and watch as he loses all his shit. Frankie's gonna start killing people! Lots of spit, sucking, drooling and if you cry those mascara tears from the strain down your cheeks? Even better, hermosa. You can bet that Frankie will bust more than just his nuts as you chow down at the all-you-can-eat dick buffet and swallowing all of that Fish yoghurt. (Urm, eww?) You'll have this handsome pilot flying high, and without the use of nose powder. Standard Heating Oil cap stays on. The whole damn time.

Ezra - Urophilia & Squirting. 

Ezra is a kinky scoundrel deep down. We all know it. Don't be fooled by that doe-eyed, self-redemption of our ramblin' man. Even with one arm he can still get his freak on with vigour. And don't let the fact he has one arm hold him back either. Oh no, little bird. He'll fingerbang you so hard until you're gushing all over his arm and he's licking it all up greedily. S'better than mining for Aurelac. Ezra's biggest kink is railing you when you really need to pee. And you can bet he'll press down on your bladder so you let it out all over him as you cum wildly. Time for a golden shower for our sweaty prospector. Panties down, Birdie.

Dieter Bravo - Abrasion (Touch Sensations)

This trashy floof-panda loves to touch things, always feeling things up when he's high off his tits. Rubbing his face against the wall, fingering through the shag, even licking it on occasion. And don't give him bubble wrap when he's fucked up twelve ways to Sunday n' tripping balls. You'll never get it back. The same applies when you're fucking; your body is a touch soaked candyland for him to explore, mount and peak. And dribble over. He'll take his sweet time doing it all too with awed bloodshot-eyes and then indulge in a post-coital KitKat for a munchies treat. Dieter won't share it though; he's never giving this up. 

Agent Whiskey - Impact Play 

Ol' handsome Jack has an adept arsenal of kinky whips and lassos. Of course he's gonna use them on ya, sugar. We all know how good Jack is with a whip. He loves it when the skin breaks and you bleed a little too. Those thick, red welts criss-crossing over your pert booty that he'll slap whilst he fucks you like a bucking bronco get him staying hard for the duration, ma'am. But he likes spending time soothing you afterwards by rubbing cool and nourishing salves and lotions into your cheeks and kissing all over them like succulent peaches. Cowboy Jack is all about the aftercare, doll. A true Southern dandy indeedy. 

Javier Peña - Quirofilia (Hands/Nails) 

Javier always notices when you've had your nails done. Complimenting you on the colour, the shape; the glitzy gems on your pointer finger that twinkle at him as he fucks your fist in the file room tucked away amongst boxes of Escobar's reciepts and spurts down your skirt. Yeah, thanks, Javi. He loves it even more when they're raking down his back leaving pink claw marks in his tan skin that make him growl and bear his teeth, as he ploughs you deeper into the mattress, cariño. 

Oberyn Martell - Wax Play

Oberyn loves making patterns on your skin as he drips the hot wax onto it and watches you sizzle. Peeling it off when it dries is the best part to reveal succulent pink nipples he sucks on and soothes from the heated burn they've endured. Fucking by candlelight will almost guarantee that the Red Viper will sink his fangs into your flesh to poison you all over again after he sets you aflame. Is it getting hot in here? 

Marcus Pike - Cuckolding 

Well cuck-a-doodle-do-me. Marcus loves watching you get taken by another, far more superior, person, and your pleasure at that suggestion only fuels his own further. He loves hearing how weak and pathetic he is and how he's never made you cum (even if it's a playful lie, I mean it's Marcus-fucking-Pike, come on. The man spends hours pulling them big O's out of you.) And if you poke fun at the size of his cock, (even if it is a whopper) he'll ruin himself right there fuelling your laughter as he watches you get railed without being able to touch. Guarantee it. 

Dave York - Knife Play

Murder Daddy Dave loves to watch you squirm as he runs the whisper of a cool, sharp blade against your milky skin. A gentle nick or a subtle graze into the skin where the blood bubbles up, makes his cock harder than the thought of Carol's Sunday casserole. Holding it to your throat as he dicks you down is even better. Play victim for Daddy, Princess. And when you beg him to use the handle in place of his cock, well Daddy Dave is only too obliging for his good little cum slut. Good girl. 

Pero Tovar - Sploshing. 

I mean it's food, d'uh. Sit on a cake and let this hungry Spainard feast off of you like his enjoying his last meal. Fruit, honey, cream… okra. You name it, he'll eat from the serving platter of your tasty flesh, and will then eat you out afterwards. Either way Pero will be getting his fill one way or another. Better have some Pepto handy.  

Din Djarin - Shibari 

The Mandalorian can either bring you in warm or bring you in roped up. Taking his sweet, agonising time in tying the silk fibres of the Shibari rope around your limbs, Din prolongs both of your anticipation through adept fingers akin to wizardry. But it's worth it to see the pretty and intricate knots and weaves that leave their patterns indented into your flesh long after he's untied you. And it'll be hours and hours before he does, Mesh'la. With your back to him, he'll subtly push up his helmet to kiss his artistic handiwork and leave deeper marks etched on you still. This is the kinky way. 

Marcus Moreno - Suspension.

Marcus loves nothing more than twisting your body into shapes whilst you're suspended in the air, manipulating you into all sorts of heroic poses. Pulling you back onto him as he pummels deep and hard, and you've no way to escape him. You can only float there, suspended in mid air and take what this sweet hero gives when he lets out his dark villainous side to play. 

Max Phillips - Humiliation & Degradation.

Max loves the power of claiming his victims; a Vampire's hard-on. But this bloodsucker also loves it when a human gets one up on him and shows him who's the real boss by reducing him to nothing but a naked, quivering pale mess on the floor at your feet to walk all over, spit on or do anything else that you feel he's deserving of. Threaten him with an open window. Sharpen a 2B pencil. Well, he did bite you, babe. Time to get your revenge. Make him crawl naked to the staff room to fetch your lunch then use him as a footstool whilst you eat it. Just don't be surprised later when the dynamic shifts again and Max makes you his lunch. Nom.

Silva - Feet 

This handsome Wrangler has travelled a long way to lay at your feet worshipping them. Stroking, nuzzling, kissing; sucking on that big toe you loathe, licking up the arch and groping the ball of your foot. He'll suck on your pinky toes whilst you suck on his cock. He'll be jerking his own gently and lost in the sensations of your intimacy as he fawns over your feet. Silva's in pedi heaven. Lord knows he'll need one himself after wearing them boots all that way, mind. 

Comandante Veracruz - Voyeurism.

Veracruz has no qualms in fucking you infront of his men, claiming you and reminding you all that you're his plaything that he's kept hostage. Or instructing and watching his men take turns to fuck you when you misbehave whilst he lays back on the cot, dick in hand and blowing up. Both are equally pleasing scenarios to the eye for the Comandante. And the Comandante always gets what he wants. 

Maxwell Lord - Electrostimulation 

Attach the clamps on his nipples, on his balls and then charge up the juice and watch this man squeal and grunt like a Red Wattle hog. He also likes a shock wand when he's been a very bad man. And Maxwell is in dire need of a whole lotta punishment, considering he tried to take over the world. Charge him up like a battery and watch the sparks shoot out of the end of his cock. Better than fireworks.

Javi Gutierrez - Furries 

I mean, sweet Javi G dressed up in an oversized, fuzzy teddy bear suit and pawing at you? I'll just leave you with that image to do with as you wish… 

#jett's pedro boys #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal #jett has spoken #joel miller #ezra prospect #dieter bravo #marcus pike #marcus moreno #francisco morales #din djarin #agent whiskey #max phillips #maxwell.lord #comandante veracruz #silva strang #javier peña #javi gutierrez #dave york #pero tovar #oberyn martell

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

What Is and Isn't a Fish: a List

A list of the animals I discussed in my fish essay, but for those who don't want to scroll through paragraphs of text to find out if an animal is or isn't a fish. Just CTRL+F your way through here!

I'll add onto here more animals whenever I get asked about them being fish. See my fish essay here!

Some notes before you proceed:

Yes, all tetrapods are fish! We are phylogenetically fish, as we are and our ancestors were lobe-finned fish! "Fish" in the phylogenetic sense is a paraphyletic group if you try to exclude tetrapods, so it is frankly impossible.

How come tetrapods aren't listed as fish then? Long answer, read my essay. Short answer, me and other fish accounts tend to operate on the morphological definition of fish, so does most of the world. Here I use the morphological definition of "fish".

Fish:

Jawless fish

Hagfish

Lamprey

Cartilaginous fish

Sharks

Dogfish

Whale shark

Chimaeras/Chimeras/Ghost sharks

Ratfish

Ray

Stingray

Skate

Ray-finned fish

Teleosts

Catfish

Eels

Moray eel

Seahorse

Sea dragon

Lobe-finned fish

Coelacanth

Lungfish

Not Fish:

Crustaceans

Krill

Shrimp

Crab

Crayfish/Crawfish/Crawdad

Lobster

Spiny lobster

Triops

Mantis shrimp

Barnacle

Isopod

Copepod

Shellfish

Mollusks/Molluscs

Gastropods

Sea snail

Sea slug

Snails and slugs in general

Sea angel

Sea hare

Sea bunny

Cephalopods

Octopus

Squid

Cuttlefish

Nautilus

Inkfish

Bivalves

Clam

Mussel

Scallop

Oyster

Chiton

Chelicerates

Horseshoe crab

Sea spider

Water mite

Diving bell spider

Cnidarians

Jellyfish/Sea jelly/Jelly

Coral

Sea anemone/Anemone

Siphonophores

Portugese man o' war

Echinoderms

Sea cucumber

Sea pig

Feather star

Sand dollar

Sea biscuit

Sea cookie

Brittle star/Serpent star

Sea urchin

Starfish/Sea star

Comb jelly

Lancelet

Tunicates

Sea squirt

Salp

Annelids

Bristle worm

Bobbit worm

Spoon worm

Giant tube worm

Bone-eating worm

Sea mouse/Sea mice

Feather duster worm

Christmas tree worm

Leech

Flatworm

Amphibians

Salamander

Amphiuma

Mudpuppy/Mud puppy

Waterdog

Olm

Axolotl

Siren

Frog

Toad

Tadpole

Caecilian

Reptiles

Sea snake

Water snake

Snakes in general

Sea krait

Turtle

Snapping turtle

Softshell turtle

Sea turtle

Terrapin

Marine iguana

Crocodilian

Crocodile

Alligator

Caiman

Gharial

Bird

Penguin

Seagull

Loon

Swan

Mammals

Whale

Orca

Baleen whale

Toothed whale

Dolphin

River dolphin

Porpoise

Narwhal

Beluga whale

Sperm whale

Pinniped

Seal

Sea lion

Leopard seal

Elephant seal

Walrus

Sirenian

Manatee

Sea cow

Dugong

Otter

Sea otter

Beaver

Hippo

Platypus

Muskrat

Water shrew

#fish guide #fish essay #marine biology #fish #fishfact #fish facts #biology #zoology #long post

[prolix-yuy]

Hi LJ! Loved the bangathon idea!!! I got cowgirl, so I would love to see that with brat tamer Dave York or maybe they were roommates! Frankie. Pick your poison! I'll love it either way

Oh man, as much as Dave York would be fun...I can never resist Frankie, especially they were roommates!Frankie? I'm in!

Pairing: Francisco "Catfish" Morales x F!Reader

Position: Cowgirl

Word Count: 1009

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, PiV sex, breast play, an M Night Shyamalan twist, too many feelings for our own good.

Notes: This is a little bit different from the previous asks, but I really liked how it turned out and I'm making it all your problem.

You can’t have heard that right.

You’re walking in the door of your apartment, maybe a little earlier than usual, when you hear a low groan. Body freezing, you wait for a signal that it’s just the old building creaking again.

Nope. Another sigh, a thin moan, all coming from the living room. Not a pained one, at least not in the way that would send you running to investigate. And not an unfamiliar one. It’s definitely from your roommate Frankie.

The problem now is what to do with the image of Frankie probably jacking it in your shared living room. What his hand might look like down his pants, head tossed back on the couch. Did he have porn on, turned low enough that only he could hear it? Or were his eyes squeezed shut to an image only he can see?

It wasn’t the first time you’d accidentally listened in on Frankie. You’d been living together for over a year, and the apartment was clean and comfortable, but not soundproofed. Frankie was respectful about privacy, but he was also a man who brought women home sometimes. You’d seen the pillows stuffed behind the headboard to keep it from knocking against the wall, but the muffled pleasure wasn’t always so quiet.

You wished on more than one occasion for one of the men you brought home to fuck you good enough to let Frankie hear, but it had been woefully quiet on that front. Catching Frankie making coffee in his sleep shorts, sardonic smile over the top of his coffee mug, made most of them leave in a hurry. If you cared it would have annoyed you, the chest-puffing territorial nature of these moments, but deep down you were just as glad for them to leave. 

Creeping down the hall, you wonder why the hell Frankie is having a solo session so out in the open. The man is private almost to a fault, most things you know about him dragged out over months. Why place himself in such a vulnerable position, where you could find him?

Your stomach drops briefly considering if it’s on purpose. There had been some playful banter between you before. He’d complimented your outfits, you’d told him he looked good in his new jeans. There were shared interests, nights spent in watching the new HBO movie and eating popcorn out of the same bowl. 

Could he want you to catch him? If you turned into the living room right now would he be thrusting up into his hand, your name on his lips? Hands trembling ever so slightly, you put down your bag and silently pad to the source of the sound. 

Frankie’s soft mop of curls is visible over the top of the couch, spilling onto the gray fabric. Many times your fingers had itched to weave into those curls, see if he likes his hair being pulled or if just carding them through would make him moan. He hasn’t moved, your approach silent. Nothing on the TV, but another whimper brings you closer.

A fantasy you’d never admitted to having pulls to the forefront - 

Frankie sitting on the couch, giving you a sultry look after a few drinks. You catch him looking at your ass, gather up your courage between the walk to the kitchen and back.

“Like something you see?” you ask, electricity in the air.

“You,” is all Frankie says before you’re on his lap, straddling him as he pulls your lips to his. He tastes like the cheap beer he prefers, one chaste kiss deepening until he’s swiping his tongue into your mouth and tangling it with yours. He’s rucking your shirt off next, latching his plush lips on your aching nipple. Working the button of his jeans open, you both frantically discard your pants and meet again with nothing between you.

“Wanted to do this for so long,” Frankie whispers into your mouth as he lines himself up. 

“Me too,” you say before the thick slide of his cock inside you dashes all words from your mind. Large hands on your hips guide you on his lap, instinct taking over as you ride him. He clutches onto your back, alternating between panting open-mouthed kisses and suckling down your neck. You bury your fingers in his curls, whines becoming fervent shrieks as he thumbs your clit and thrusts up into pure bliss…

- which is interrupted when your last steps bring Frankie into sight. 

No hand down his pants, or cock out. Instead his head is lolled to the side, eyes squeezed shut with a painful wrinkle between his brows. His hands are clenching on the couch, thighs tensing over and over. The whimpers fall from half-parted lips, and you snap from your fantasy to the sharp reality of the moment. Frankie never told you he had nightmares, you assumed a by-product of his military career, but you’d heard him once or twice. The next morning he’d pretend he was fine, but you could see the toll it took. 

Now there was a small chance you could help.

“Frankie, you’re dreaming,” you say quietly, pressing both hands into his biceps to pin him against the couch. When he doesn’t respond you say it again, louder this time. It takes a tighter squeeze and a third try before his eyes blink open, surprised and flinching against your hold before you soothe him with, “It’s okay, it’s just me, you’re okay, you were sleeping.” The terror slowly recedes, his eyes casting down as he mumbles some sort of apology you can’t make out. 

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” you say, and you do the unthinkable; you sit beside Frankie and pull his head to the crook of your neck. He balks at first, then goes down, pressing his face in and letting his arms wrap loosely around you. You let his breathing slow, small reassurances passing between long stretches of silence. Something swells in your chest, surprising and complicated but warm. 

And this is when you know you’ve fallen for Francisco Morales.

END

LJ’s Bangathon 2023

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[nerdieforpedro]

You should have called

Frankie “Catfish” Morales x plus size female reader

Fanfiction 18+

Masterlist / Frankie “Catfish” Morales Masterlist

Summary: You’re late coming home and Frankie is not amused. You try and soothe his frustration but your efforts are in vain or are they rewarded? That’s up to you.

Warnings: Established relationship, Frankie being mean (but only so much), improper belt use or maybe proper, creepy guy, stalking, possessive Frankie, my bad Spanish (I am practicing but my brain is mush), fingering, cockwarming, unprotected P in V (wrap it up people), smut!!!

“Look my phone ran out of charge, I’m sorry. You know I would have called.” You stood in the doorway as your husband stared at you, his face dark. He blocked your way into your home. Arms slack at your side, one hand holding your purse and the other holding your lunchbox.

You had forgot to plug it up after you called to check in with Frankie at lunch, you had meetings and Tim had kept you busy going over all the files. He preferred to double check your work in your office, in person. He usually used the excuse that because his office was being renovated, you had to go through things in yours. The door always remained open, especially after Frankie had brought you lunch one day and saw that man in your office as you were trying to get your pen that fell under the desk. Sure, you had five more in your drawer, but they weren’t a pen from Frankie’s auto body shop he ran with Santi and Will. You were bent on your hands and knees, and you had told Tim to go ahead and organize those files on the desk, he was moving around papers but staring at your large hips and ass. Frankie did not take kindly to this.

“Hey Cariño, I brought my special girl some lunch.” He said it sweetly, but the look on his face was anything but. Tim cleared his throat as your head popped up from behind the desk happy as a clam.

“Ah papi! Gracias! Set it on my desk. Tim, take the files to the conference room.” You waved him away as the nervous man scooped everything up and sprinted out of the room. Frankie sighed as you showed him your pen and stood up, then sat in your chair, giving your knees a rest. Your husband sat across from you and started taking the food out.

“You need to get rid of that man. He was starting at your ass.”

“I don’t hire or fire anyone honey.”

“Then he’s gotta go to another department. I don’t trust that man.” Frankie opened his pesto pasta. It was alright but you loved it. “Do you like him looking at your ass bebita? My ass?” He leaned forward, tilting his head to the side. You chuckled, it always surprised you how jealous he would get when any man looked at you, be it like Tim did or just in passing. The pilot showered you with compliments and love from day one, making you feel like you were on a pedestal even though most of your life you felt as though you were that sticky stuff on the bottom of a barrel.

“No other man will have this ass but you Francisco. Please eat lunch with me.” You cooed at him. He couldn’t never say no to you. You lunch continued with little quips at each other, and you walked Frankie out and kissed him goodbye. When you returned to your office, you saw Tim standing in your office without the files, sniffing the air. Questioning what he was doing, he said he was trying to figure out what the two of you ate for lunch. He may want to take his girlfriend that no one has ever seen there. It was later in the week when you found him again in your office sniffing your chair that you reported him. Looks were one thing, but this was way too far. You had been in meetings with your boss and HR about Tim’s actions and him moving to another department. There were witnesses that saw him enter your office other times that you weren’t there as well. It took way too long, and the office took you out to celebrate after for drinks, but you knew you had dinner plans. You were going to call on your way home and say you were running a few minutes late, but your phone was dead. Plugging it into the car charger showed you the missed calls and text from your husband after ten minutes and at a stoplight. By then you were five minutes away from home, should be fine right?

Frankie stepped out of the doorway and walked in the house, he was wearing his sweats and black t-shirt that fit slightly tight around his biceps and tummy which you loved.

“Frankie, Frankie, please listen lo siento mi amor.” You set your purse and lunch box on the kitchen island and kicked off your heels, your hands fanned over the pilot’s shoulder blades, they were slumped. You hated that you missed his calls, he had been worried when he couldn’t get in touch with you. It wasn’t like you not to call him, it likely was an honest mistake… “Things with Tim were…”

She just said that fucker’s name. That fucker who looks at her too long. Knows that she’s married as she wears her wedding ring, has pictures of you and her on her desk and sees that you bring her lunch. It started just to visit her, but the first time Frankie saw that man gazing at her, he made sure to buy he lunch at least once a week. Her husband whipped around and grabbed her by her arms. “Cariño, you really came home fucking late, and have the nerve to mention that pendejo’s name!?” He leaned in and kissed your roughly, he didn’t mean to, but he had told you before to not mention that man’s name unless it was about him being fired, quitting, or being transferred. Frankie turned you away from the kitchen island and turned you toward the couch, pushing you as his lips devoured yours. Your hands went straight to his hair, but he reached up and grabbed them, putting them at your sides. “No, not for you. Not tonight. Give me your belt bebita.” He commanded, taking a step back, his sweatpants betrayed his need for you, following what he said you removed it from your skirt and handed it to him. Thanks to Frankie’s confidence in your body, your self-esteem inflated to where you felt comfortable tucking your button-down shirts into your skirts with a belt to hold it up over your soft belly.

Licking his lips, your husband snatched the belt from you and rolled the buckle and a fourth of the belt, he lifted it and brought it down swiftly, cracking it in the air. You flinched and hopped on the back of the couch. You hadn’t seen this side of Frankie before. It scared you, but from the kiss and the way his veins were flexed against his muscles in his arm, you felt your nipples harden and your pelvis quiver. “Qué, mi amor?” you questioned as he approached you and pulled your hands behind you head and tied them behind with your belt. You squealed as he then lifted your legs and tipped your ass up on the back of the couch while your head and torso fell onto the cushions of the couch. “What the hell are you doing!?” Frankie grinned at watching your short thick legs wiggle, he grabbed your right leg and kissed your calf, biting it, moans started to escape your lips. Pushing your skirt up and sliding off your underwear, he admired your soaked pussy as you growled at the cool air touching your hot core. “Frankie, please, at least let me lay on the couch, please…”

“No Cariño. You get to be as uncomfortable as I was not knowing where you were and if you were safe or not.” He sneered, a hand swatted her wetness, the sound echoing throughout the living room. A cry left your lips and you continued to wiggle, you may be able to get a bit lower and relieve the pressure off your back, Frankie kept a tight hold on your calf as a finger traced each lip of your pussy. “Now, now, the more you struggle, the longer I’ll hold you like this bebita. Are you wet for me or that fucker who keeps starting at your ass? I bet he dreams about your cunt too. It’s mine.” A finger slid inside of you briefly before popping back out. You whimpered, wanting more of his thick fingers.

“That’s what I was going to tell you baby… He’s, ah! Fuck!” Your husband pulled your legs forward to slide your hips back up. He saw that you had been trying to slide down, Frankie then slapped your thigh and leaned over to nuzzle your belly.

“Amor, you’re mine. I told you the only reason you mention that fucker to me is if he’s gone.” He used his nose lift your skirt and roll it up just under your breasts, his aching member grinded against wet cunt, wetting his sweatpants.

“Franciso, he’s been transferred! Transferred…! Shit. Untie me and fuck me on the couch. My back Frankie.” You yelled as Frankie’s eyebrows shot up., his grip loosened and you were able to shimmy down onto the couch and flow on your side, panting and thankful that the pressure was off your back.

“Damn bebita, you should have told me sooner.” Frankie rounded the couch and kneeled beside you, he kissed your forehead, cupping your cheek. “You should have told me sooner carino. Todavía tienes que compensarme por preocuparme. Mi encantadora esposa.” Your husband stood and turned you on your stomach, swatting your ass before making sharp contact with it. He pulled you to your knees by your hips and reached over you, grazing your dripping pussy with his throbbing dick. You let out a moan at the friction and felt Frankie undo the belt around your wrists. The reprieve was momentary as Morales pulled your arms to your back and tied your wrists again, leaving a space for him to slip his hand in to grip.

“Frankie! Por favor, isn’t it enough?!” You yelled, looking back at him, the grin on his face made your shiver. His free hand inserted three fingers into your quivering hold and pumped them slowly, your hips buckled, trying to match his pace.

“Bebita, I don’t think it’s enough for you. Not the way your hips are moving or your cunt’s sucking on my fingers. Fuck look at you…this is my dripping pussy.” Frankie growled, moving his fingers faster, he dropped the belt to slap your ass, watching jiggle made his leak more precum onto his soaked sweats. Your tongue was sticking out, screeching Frankie’s name. Your core was tightening, you were so close to climax, but his thick fingers left your pussy, leaving your hips wiggling against the empty air.

“Oh fuck, Frankie please…” Your voice was weak and your head hung, shoulders burning from the prolonged stretch behind your back. Your hips were still wiggling, looking for any stimulation that your husband was willing to give you. The mess he made of you, bringing you to the brink and denying you, he normally overstimulated you through your orgasms, not hold them back. “Use you tongue, your fat cock, just pick one. Your wife’s sloppy pussy needs you. Mi esposo, por favor…” The words made Frankie smack his lips, normally he was the one begging you to slow down as you rode him, feeling like he needed to last as long as possible despite how much your core tried to hold him, your body melded into him with your curves, stomach, and soft arms. His hands roamed your back, letting go of the belt once more, digging his fingers into your flesh, leaving red marks, his marks on your soft body. He finally decided to remove the belt and tossed it onto the floor. Turning you on your side and holding one leg up, he licked your calf and bit it, then put your knee over his shoulder as he lined himself up with your entrance, just putting the tip in. “Mmm…yes, more. More Frankie. Fuck your wife’s needy cunt…” You placed your hand on his forearm, your shoulders curled forward, scrunching your body and making your rolls more evident and compact. Frankie leaned forward, pushing himself halfway into you as he took your breast in his hand.

“Shit baby, you’re mine bebita. All mine, this tight cunt is mine.” He started to move slowly, rocking into and pulling all the way out before slowly pushing himself back in. “So damn tight, you don’t wanna let of me go do you?” Whimpering was all you were capable of as he started to speed up and lowered his hand to your side to hold your lovehandle, one of his favorite places to grip you as he worked himself deeper, pushing your leg back to force your hips up and allowing him to pierce your cervix. “Cariño, milk my cock. Take my cum with your snug cunt.” Your core kept vibrating, then began to quake as you started dripping faster, then with your climax you gushed, spilling onto the couch, your thighs Frankie’s thighs, and his sweatpants. Your back arched as Frankie kept thrusting into you as you squeezed him, within a few more pumps her spilled into you, the warmth, making your twist your hips to help it spread. Frankie’s forehead hit your chest, he rubbed your side where he was holding, kneading your tissue. “Don’t make we worry like that again amor. I was worried sick.”

Your laugh was breathy, an arm wrapped around his back, and you kissed the top of his head. “I think I should make you worry more Francisco. That was amazing.” His mouth twisted to the side and to used his lips to surround one of your nipples and bit it, “Shit Frankie! Don’t bite that hard.”

“Cariño, you don’t have to make me worried to get fucked like this when you want to. All you had to is ask bebita.” His sweet grin returned as he remained inside you flacid. “In fact, you need to make sure you call if you wanna get this kind of treatment again. Don’t forget, I love you.”

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[muneca-lemon-steppa]

Oooh, I couldn't help but see you're taking prompt requests for Frankie and Santiago! What about "Don't make me jealous" and "No worry, you weren't that obvious"?

Hey angel!! Thank you so much for sending this in my love! I just did one for Santi, so I went with Frankie for this one! I hope you enjoy! I’m not crazy about the ending but…. It’s ok it’s ok. I hope you like it!!!!!

100 Follower Celebration:

Two Left Feet

Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

For as long as Francisco Morales knew you, you loved to dance.

That's how he met you, on the dance floor at a Cumbia night at the local bar Santi dragged him to. You saw him sitting on the sidelines and lured him in with your eyes and sweet smile. 3 years later and you now lived together, and the kitchen tiles were your nightly dance floor. Even with those nightly slow dances, Frankie couldn't shake his natural shy nature when it came to beats swirling around his feet. You encouraged him that he was a wonderful dancer, he tried to avoid public dancing as much as possible, even if you begged him.

So it baffled him as to how he was convinced to attend at the edge of town with Santi. Music was blasting trying to be heard above the cacophany of voices of a hundred people chatting, eating, and dancing. He did not want to be here. At all. What he wanted to be doing was to be on the couch, with you, in his sweatpants, with a pizza and a crap movie on. He had tried all afternoon to get you to stay home instead, but you would not relent. You hadn't gone out in months and when Santi mentioned it to you and Frankie at your weekly dinner, you jumped at the chance. Frankie complaining and moping would not deter you.

The only thing that made this at all worth it was to see that smile on your perfect face. And the tight jeans you brought out for the night. One of your favorite songs starts blaring on the speakers and your eyes light up like fireworks, "Ah! Francisco c'mon! This song was playing when we met do you remember?"

Frankie shook his head, pushing his hat further down on his head, "Mmm no it's ok princessa. I think I'm going to sit this one out. You go on."

You pouted, "Frankie c'mon please? It's our favorite song. Please come dance with me?"

"No baby I'm not going out there."

You opened your mouth to fight with him, but Santi put his hand on your shoulder to stop you, "Hey don't worry muñeca, I'll go dance with you. Get on the floor, I'll meet up with you. I just gotta give Fish some cash for gas."

You nodded and gave a small smile to Pope, not without shooting a look at Frankie. Frankie watched you bounce along onto the dance floor already stealing the metaphysical spotlight. Santi punched Frankie on the shoulder, "It is unbelievable to me that you would let your girl out on that dance floor looking like that with a man that's not you."

Frankie rubbed his shoulder, "I'm not a good dancer, it's embarrassing."

Santi threw his hands to his sides, "So? Fish. You have the most beautiful girl in the place begging you to hold her and dance with her and you say no because you don't think you can dance? Literally all she wants is for you to spend time with you and to have fun with you. What is your deal?"

"You can dance with her! She'll have a much better time with you and won't get embarrassed. You're a much better dancer."

Santi looked at you, who was clearly waiting for him, and then looked back at Frankie. A plan started forming. With a sly smirk he purred out, "Hm. I am the better dancer. Maybe I can also show her who the better boyfriend is too."

Frankie crossed his arms, "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Santi just tapped his shoulder, "Don't worry about it viejo. You go sit down, don't want you to strain your back or anything. I'll take good care of your girl."

And with that Santi waltzed over to you, all too excited to see how the night would play out. Frankie was always very even keeled. Methodical. Rational. Nothing really riled him up and he wasn't prone to jealousy. Unless it came to you. And Santi knew it. He had gone through enough tours and late nights to know what made Fish tick. And Santi was going to press all of them. Whatever it took to make Fish stop being such a baby.

You watched the interaction between the two friends, and it did not skip by you that Frankie clearly became angry at whatever Santi said. Santi on the other hand looked much too pleased. When Santi finally made it to you and took you to the middle of the floor you questioned, "What did you do?"

Santi smiled and whispered to you, "Frankie is being a baby and is shy about embarrassing you since he thinks he's bad at dancing. I'm just... pushing him out of the nest."

As you began stepping in time with Santi you raised your brows, "Pushing him out of the nest by..."

Santi grabbed your lower back, "Encouraging him to take what's his before someone else does."

"Santi I don't play like that."

"Neither do I honey. Just have fun, I'll take the flack for it. Frankie boy needs to get over himself."

Maybe it was wrong. No it was. It was wrong to mess with Frankie like this. But you rationalized it by thinking about how many times Frankie refused to dance with you recently. Even in the kitchen. How many times he refused show his affection in public. Because he didn't want to looked whipped. Maybe it was wrong. But you wanted Frankie to want you with the ferocity that he did when you first got together. And if it took Santi being a little mean... well...

Santi spun you around and kept you in beat with the other couples turning around. You laughed and sang with Santi as if no one was watching. But you could feel Frankie’s eyes raking over you. Burning like a hot stove. When you nodded to Santi to look, Santi chuckled and whispered, “Any minute now.”

Francisco Morales was on the edge of his seat. Every muscle in his body rigid as the rage bubbled up. He prided himself on keeping his emotions in check. Not letting passions get the better of him. But this was becoming too much. You were having too much fun. Santi was smiling way too much and holding you much too tight for his liking.

It ended now.

As one song ended and another song started, you saw Frankie stomping over. So authoritative that couples parted away from him and his wake. His face was fixed in a scowl, and you couldn’t help the shiver that ran up your spine. Frankie yanked Santi off you as gently as he could, “Alright knock it off. Get lost.”

Santi winked at you and laughed, “He’s all yours honey.” Santi smacked Frankie’s behind as he looked for another dance partner.

Frankie pulled you impossibly close. Your breath hitching and shyness rising. A slower more sensual number started up, and the butterflies began running amuck in your stomach. Frankie pulled your face to his to whisper to you, “Don’t make me jealous baby. I don’t like having to compete and get handsy.”

Frankie kisses your forehead and nips at your ear, causing you to gasp and giggle. You turn to face him, kissing his pouty lips. “I just wanted you to dance with me baby. I’m sorry if I made you think you ever had to compete with me.”

He hummed kissing you back, “It’s ok querida. I understand. I’ve been letting my pride get in the way of loving you the way you need me to. The way I want to. Just… let’s not play those games anymore yeah?”

You nodded, laying your head on his chest. You let your hands roam his broad back, murmuring, “You did look sexy stomping over here all jealous.”

Frankie laughed, leaning back to look at you, “Was it that obvious?”

You shook your head quickly and dramatically, “oh no… no not obvious at all.”

He laughed some more, pulling you back into his chest. You danced the night away with him. Feeling those same butterflies you felt that first night you met. Stepping all over those two left feet.

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[boycasanova]

TL asleep? Thoughts on babysitting baby Floyd and Leona bc I’m crazy

Floyd seems like a sweet kid, but that’s all an act. He screamed until he blew Jade’s eardrums out, the push he needed to leave Floyd with you for the day. Although Jade made a scene about caring for his newly babied brother, he really was delighted getting to spend time with an easier to deal with, cuter, better behaved Floyd. Those things were all relative however, better behaved means nothing if the baseline is zero. he was still a demon spawn who behaved like a kid deprived of attention at home.

Jade wouldn’t trust anyone else to care for baby Floyd considering all of the enemies they made around campus. It would be nothing for a group of kids with a death wish to walk in and pick on him, teasing the little guy. Most others on campus would probably believe it to be well deserved, failing to protect his cute, little brother! That’s why he drops him off with you, the only person who would recognize his cuteness and care for him.

He likes to draw and will draw on any and all things. He draws pictures of the two of you on vacation, eating takoyaki, taking over the ocean together, and trying on backpacks. You’ll be tempted to keep them until you notice the ‘Ugly,’ scribbled in crayon with an arrow pointing to you. Azul forced Jade to find him a babysitter when he drew on some important contracts in his office. When asked to apologize, Floyd went in for a hug that turned into a mini-squeeze attempt. Since then, Jade as to remind everyone that he’s cute, but you mustn’t get to close.

Floyd would be a human toddler who clings to your side, trying to climb up you most of the time. His favorite places would be your lap, on your side, or straight up under you unfortunately. Jade warned you about cuddling and spoiling Floyd, and even instructed you on an acceptable way to gently spank him if need be. You lose every time. It’s useless. He doesn’t pout or whine, he learned that it won’t get him anywhere, instead he’s as kind as can be, giving you random kisses, toys, and compliments. His voice is usually cute, even as an adult man, but now it’s dangerous.

He’s good about naps, but will put up resistance if they’re not on his schedule. If you just plan your day around his sporadic bouts of sleepy, you’ll be fine! He’s unfortunately a picky eater but will eat anything if you give him a side of his favorite foods. He’ll teach you all about compromise. Similarly, if he’s wearing something he doesn’t like, he’ll just take it off. You chasing after a naked toddler, who runs too fast for a merbaby who just learned to walk, is a common occurrence around campus. His mood probably shifted and he decided he no longer wanted to dress like a sailor in the middle of the day. Azul lightly chides you on putting his clothes away when he’s not wearing them, lest you’ll confuse his clean clothes for sullied. He hands you a tiny, red and white striped shirt and a pair of blue shorts… the very same ones he’s supposed to be wearing now.

Baby Floyd is sensitive and wants you to reassure him. His sharp little teeth are a sore subject for him, he hasn’t learned to appreciate them yet. He’ll follow you around questioning why he’s different, wondering if he’s cool like a superhero. He notices he looks more like all of the villains. When you remind him that he’s a good boy, who’s very strong and handsome, he turns away from you hiding his face with his arms. His signature giggle is all he muster in response.

He has the same bully tendencies that big Floyd possessed, hair pulling, nipping, taking your things, sneaking up on you, and even name calling. His name calling isn’t as biting as it’s lost all his teeth, but every now and again, Scaredy Catfish and Idiot-brain get to you. Jade always makes sure to have him apologize the next day. Wrapped up in a handwritten crayon letter with a self portrait of Floyd crying as Jade- the Meanest Brother Alive forced him to write this, is a coupon to the Mostro Lounge. Jade hopes that it’s enough, but he doesn’t really care. He goes, “Ehh… was he wrong?”

When he bathes with you, he turns back to his little moray eel self, fittingly called a puppy by Jade. Jade usually handles bath time, but on nights where the lounge is open late, you have to. He shows you how he likes to be brushed and expects you to do it for hours, fussing when you won’t. It’s hard to say no, though.

He has the same infectious laughter. He’ll insist on sleeping in your room with you, to protect Koebi chan from monsters and the dark.

Leona is baby!

Leona is a great kid when he’s asleep. He takes many little naps throughout the day, waking up to eat and play exclusively. His favorite games are board games and hide and seek. He explodes into a fit of giggles if you let him sneak up on you. He’s still working on his signature roar, so you’ll hear a lot of yipping coming from him as he anxiously awaits feedback. The best thing you can do is pretend to be scared. Wide eyed, you look at him and ask, “No way… did that come from you? I thought there was a full-grown lioness in the room just now.”

Ruggie brings him to you when he can’t watch him, usually during his other shifts. He explains that kittens, or cubs, are not like big cats, so be extra cautious. Jack couldn’t handle him, Ruggie was at his breaking point, and he needed a break. You exchange fat fur babies when he agrees to take Grim to Spell drive practice if you watch Leona.

Cub Leona is a lot like Cheka; energetic, bright, and curious. If curiosity killed the cat, Leona is no exception. He wanders around ramshackle looking for trouble, history, and culture in the ghosts, books, paintings. Concepts all far beyond your typical 4-5 year old. He’ll ask you to tell him stories about things he’s really too little to understand. When he’s too excited to sit still, reading with him is how you calm him down. From his palace and royal caretakers, there are hundreds of books he had memorized from before he could read. He likes to show off how well he can read, using his tiny, clawed finger to follow along.

He’ll suddenly go quiet too, worrying you, until you see his stance. Crouching down, backing up slightly, he’s ready to pounce. Be prepared for Impromptu games of chase. He doesn’t run as fast, but he has enough stamina to outrun a tank. He’ll also sing for you if you ask, he’ll do most things, unlike the Leona he’ll grow in to. You’ve never heard big Leona sing, purr, or laugh as freely as his younger self.

Cub Leona can be soothed by brushing his hair or taking a nap with him. He doesn’t cry often, usually over nightmares or sad thoughts. You find that he’s a pretty profound kid with a sensitive heart. He’ll sit pensively, lost in thought before reverting back to a child his age. From a solemn expression one moment to a Mahou Burger King Jingle the next, loudly at the top of his lungs.

Unlike other kids, he’s not too hung up on clothing, wearing anything Ruggie drops him off in. Jack notices how unnecessary and uncomfortable his designer baby clothes are and will often times replace it with more suitable clothes. Baby Nikes? No, Dinosaur, light up shoes, Ruggie. Baby Balmain print coat? He asked for one with aliens, which Jack did go to several stores to find.

Jack and Ruggie drop by to help you often. Ruggie baby proofed Ramshackle, commenting that it really needed to be done when Grim moved in. He’s the tactical, sensible side of child rearing, feeding the cub, bringing his clothes, dissuading him from dangerous play. Jack takes care of the emotional side to the best of his abilities, making sure that Leona is comfortable and happy. And he is. They both refuse to put him down, sometimes wrestling him from the other.

He’s not a picky eater, but if getting big Leona to eat vegetables was difficult, then this is impossible.

His least favorite time is bath time, unsurprisingly. He’ll fight it until the very last minute when he thinks he’s won. Once he’s in, he needs stimulation to take his mind off the nice warm water, shampoo massage from prefect, and light music playing- truly it’s torture. He keeps his eyes shut the entire time, tense, waiting for it to be over while he reluctantly plays with his bath toys. You wonder if big Leona hates bathing this much too, was it the cat in him?

He was feared in the palace, but not in Ramshackle. You gladly hold him, kiss him, read to him, and love him. He’s distant and quiet at first, holding his head down, not wanting to scare you too. When he realizes that you three aren’t like everyone else, he’ll allow himself to be playful and sly, and full of tricks. You’ll find him just sinking into you on occasion, laying on your lap for his nap, or trying to crawl into your skin with favorite book.

His Tail wags the entire time, swatting the air around him.

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[anitalenia]

━━━ 𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒐 𝒅𝒖𝒎 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒔 ₓ˚. ୭

━━ 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔 / 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔. the frontier boys as random tropes. ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ part two | part three | part four

˖ ࣪⭑ pairing: Pope, Ironhead, Ben, Catfish x fem!Reader

˖ ࣪⭑ content includes: male masturbation, religious themes, pussy eating, blowjobs and balls, bros before hoes, perverted staring, female masturbation, age gaps, dark-ish content, daddy kink mentioned, corruption kink, innocent!reader, mention of shower sex

˖ ࣪⭑ authors note: not really edited just wrote words. Idk anything about religion, or churches, or priests but I like the idea of wanting something you can’t have 🫦

LINKS ੈ♡˳·˖✶ 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 | 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒔

━━ SANTIAGO ‘POPE’ GARCIA ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭, blasphemy, shame and desire

he stared at you everyday when you’d come in and volunteer to read to the kids. He’d be the first to smile and welcome you into the cathedral, salt and pepper hair in neat waves with a handsome, polite smile on his face as he’d walk you towards the children’s school with his hand on the small of your back.

He’d listen to you when you talked to him about your morning with a smile glowing on your face, then wished you well and to have a good day like the good man he was, the pillar of the community and an example to all. It was just a façade, a mask to fool the man he vowed his chastity to.

He didn’t tell you how his eyes would graze over your body at the curves of your hips and roundness of your breasts in those cute dresses you’d prance around in, completely oblivious and naive to the way his eyes would darken and his head would be filled of all the sinful things he’d do to you if you’d let him.

He was disgusted with himself as he’d take his hard cock out from the constraints of his black slacks in the emptiness of his office, under the watchful eyes of God as he’d stroke his dick at the image of you on your knees for him under this very desk. He’d picture how you looked on the floor as he ruined your sweet innocence, begging him for his cock and staring up at him with tears welling in those seductive eyes of yours. His cock would be deep in your throat as you gagged around him, pleading him to slow down but lapping his cum up like he was your messiah.

He’d cum all over his hand with a groan, his clerical collar burning into his neck as the cross of Jesus stared at him from the back wall mockingly. He’d picture wiping his cum off your chest or face, seeing your puffy lips wrap around his tip and swallow everything he’d give you. You were so sweet, so naive, so gullible; he wondered if you even knew how to properly suck a cock.

When he was done, he’d clean up and walk into the school room as you finished up reading to the children, greeting the parents and smiling at all the kids who looked up at him in awe. He’d smile that polite smile, wave that polite wave, the people none the wiser to what their esteemed Priest had just been doing.

He’d walk towards you when you’d finish and help you pack up your things, his eyes lingering on your cleavage and the clear gloss on your lips. He’d use the same hand he used to yank his cock and put it on your arm, insisting he’d carry your bag for you.

He was such a gentleman, you’d think as he’d lead you to the doors, ignorant to the way he stared at you with predatory eyes, imagining what it’d be like if he took you against the wall with your tits in his mouth, sweeter than the blood of Christ. He knew it was wrong, hated himself for it, unable to stop himself from submitting to your temptation every night in his bed, when he’d fuck his fist some more at the thought of you.

He’d pray for forgiveness every night when he’d clean up, but he knew the delectable shadow of sin had already possessed him long ago, and no amount of prayer would ever free him from the lustful clutches the devil had him in.

One day, he promised he was going to ruin that tight pussy of yours and show you just how devilish he could be.

━━ WILLIAM ‘IRONHEAD’ MILLER ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝, clenched fists, burning want

Will always considered himself a strong man; untethered to minuscule emotions like lust and love that corrupted so many of the men around him. It wasn’t his job to care, to coddle and love you like he was something more than what he was supposed to be.

He was the best of the best, strong and silent, dangerous and cunning. He was all rugged edges and sharp corners, a threatening shadow looming over your shoulder that scared off anything that might’ve looked your way. He stayed by your side and didn’t encourage any kind of conversation or connection, resilient in his role… always able to lock away those dark thoughts of his that would drift into his mind when you’d wear those little shorts of yours to bed. He could hide the arousal on his face when you’d bend over to pick up something you dropped, mask the jealousy he’d feel when another man would dare talk to you. It was easy for him to hide that part of himself, trained to disguise his true nature.

That was until one night when he saw that your bathroom door wasn’t closed all the way during his nightly rotation. You were supposed to be sleeping, but here you were, and there he was.

He told himself to walk away, to stay strong, ignore the blurred form of your naked silhouette behind the shower door as you bathed yourself. Yes, Will was a strong man but even the strongest flesh had its venom; all the dark feelings he’d built up during these last months with you stirring his cock in his pants as he lingered by the doorway like some perverted child.

He watched as you turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, dark blue eyes like silent storms running over every single inch of exposed wet skin. His jaw was firm, hands clenched into tight fists as his cock hardened in his pants, imagining fucking you so hard into the shower wall the tile cracked.

He watched from his place in the dark as you dried yourself off, eyes glued to the fat of your ass and the perkiness of your tits as you ran the pink towel over your skin. He imagined those pretty tits between his teeth, covered in purple bruises as you moaned out his name to all the other guards posted outside your door to let them know who you really belonged to.

He was angry with himself for being so weak, unable to move away from the door like you had bewitched him with your very existence, a siren luring the sailor into her treacherous depths. He was weak willed and just dumb enough to follow your song, let your lips bury his head under water and drown him down below, so long as he was with you.

You were unaware of this, slipping your pajamas on and rubbing lotion on your skin like you weren’t being hunted like a lost lamb who had wandered into the wrong forest. Will could feel his chest ache and arms twitch to touch you, to pound into that cute pussy of yours and let out all the tension he’d developed in his muscles because of you.

Instead, Will cocked his head and ran his eyes over your form one last time, then turned his head and continued on his way with his nails digging into his palms. His cock semi hard in his pants as he walked down the hall for another rotation, knowing he wasn’t strong enough to deny you if he had stayed another second.

He grind his teeth, furious eyes observing the darkness of the large home you lived in for anything that might be lurking within it, eager to fight out his frustration on someone and beat them bloody. At least the pain could distract him from the longing in his chest, remind of who he was and not who he wanted to be.

After a while he finally relaxed his hands, but he wasn’t sure if he would be strong enough to walk away from you the next time, for even the devil had crumbled for his queen.

━━ BENJAMIN MILLER ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, lingering glances, yearning hearts

you always noticed him around the house during the weekends he was supposed to be away, watching tv when you’d make dinner, or rummaging through the fridge in the kitchen when you’d want a late night snack. He’d bump into your shoulder in the darkness of the night, wear his sweatpants low on his hips or just be coming out of the shower when you’d knock on the door.

You didn’t think much of it, always naive to the woes of romance and the idea of seduction. He was just your best friends brother, the cute guy with the big smile and the boy you’ve been forbidden to date; the man who didn’t even really care for you besides polite interaction.

Benny didn’t care about any of that, bold in his advances and flirty with his words, questioning your dates and always hugging you longer than he should. He was a playboy, brought girls home that suspiciously looked a lot like you, but they could never compare. He’d always imagine it was your pussy he was balls deep in, imagine it was your moans in his ear and your lips around his cock. It was the only way he was ever able to cum.

He was told very strictly to leave you alone, to not interfere with family and friend affairs and blur the line between friend or lover. But ever since his brother brought you home that first day he was amazed Will hadn’t fucked you himself, with your bouncy tits and too tight shirts you’d dance around the house in.

You were up late at night again when he walked past his brothers room to the bathroom, Will sleeping on the couch as he was adamantly a gentleman. He was disappointed, expecting you to be in the kitchen like you always were, expecting to see you eating a Twinkie as you sat on the counter. But his disappointment didn’t last long when he heard a faint noise, very whiny and quiet, sound from behind the door as he found himself lingering by it.

He furrowed his brows, leaning closer to where the door met the frame to be able to hear your better. Then, he heard it again. A breathy gasp, a low moan, a needy whisper of his name. He licked his lips at the realization of what you were doing, his stomach constricting as his cock jumped in his sweatpants, shirtless as always.

He listened as you moaned and whined, muffled behind your hand but loud enough for him to hear, picturing the way your fingers looked as you fucked your own hole, the way you’d lick your own cream off your fingers and pull at your nipples. He put his head on the doorway as his body yearned to open the door, hand reaching down and rubbing the bulge of his heavy cock from above his clothes.

You sounded so sweet, so whiny and breathless; he could only imagine the way your pussy would taste on his tongue as he ate you out on Will’s bed, had you squirt on his sheets as a wonderful way of getting back at his brothers dumb rule. He heard another gasp of his name escape your pink lips, his balls tight in his pants as he heard a pained moan, knowing you just came on your own palm at the thought of his cock.

Benny clenched his jaw, aroused and dick throbbing in his pants as he heard you approaching the door to go wash yourself off. He managed to back away, walking into his own room and laying on his bed, quickly whipping his cock out and jerking it off at the memory of your moans.

He didn’t know when, but one of these days his want for you was going to over power his love of his brother, and was going to fuck you into Will’s mattress with your head stuffed into the pillow.

But for now, he had his cock and his fist, and that would have to do until then.

━━ FRANCISCO ‘CATFISH’ MORALES ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐝𝐚𝐝’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, cherry lipgloss, scandalous thoughts

Your lips wrapped around the red lollipop almost seductively, wrapping your tongue around it as the sweet cherry flavor burst on your tongue. You were unaware of his eyes on you, enjoying the silence of your little picnic table in the corner as the group of family and close friends huddled around the burgers and buns your father had grilled.

Frank couldn’t help but stare at you, isolated from everybody in your red summer dress, standing out in the greenery that surrounded you. He knew this was way fucking wrong, having watched you grown up from a spoiled teenager to a bratty adult, and my, what a woman you’ve become. Full breasts bulging out of the tank tops you’d wear around him, comfortable enough to not notice his mature lingering eyes on your younger body, or at least too stupid to notice.

He was sweet and funny, always made you laugh and smile and even taught you how to drive, but he couldn’t help but look at you as more than a daughter of a friend. He saw you as the woman you were and admired you just as such.

He did feel guilty at the way his cock would stir in his pants when you’d reach up and hug him, your breasts smushing in his chest as your pink, glossy lips would leave a faint sparkly imprint on his cheek. He imagined tasting that cherry lipgloss of yours on his tongue as he’d kiss you, pin you against a tree with your father, his best friend, feet away grilling a bbq for his birthday.

Your father was all wrong, for Frank did not want burgers or presents, he wanted your tight little pussy spread on his bed with a red bow around it, gaping and wet, waiting for his experienced mouth and his thick cock. He wanted your small body bent in every way he’d put you in, choking on his balls and eager to please him.

Your lips wrapped around the lollipop again and he couldn’t stomach anymore food, hungry for you instead as the image of your glossy lips leaving sparkly marks along the length of his dick fogged his mind like a cloud of sin, tempting him ever so slowly. He was hard in his jeans as he took a plate of burgers from your father, laughing and smiling and putting on the show he starred in.

He felt almost pitiful for your father, oblivious to the way his best friend fantasized about fucking his daughter under the very roof of the house he got another mortgage on. His mouth was dry as he swallowed, taking a seat at another table with a perfect view of your legs. He could see the faint patch of white panties you wore when you shifted in your seat just the right way, his cock straining against his jeans and he hoped nobody could see.

He took a bite of his burger, glad he was sitting down, because otherwise he’d walk over to you and drag you into the depths of the trees, have you give him his present as he showed you who your daddy really was.

thanks for reading! likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated. also, the title is a latin phrase that means, ‘so long as you love me’, for anyone who was curious. and always remember that you’re loved and important <;3

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[theunbearableweightofpedropascal]

Be my Baby ch. 6

Warnings: (angst)

A/N: Sorry in advance.

Word Count: 3.9k

A few days after your beloved pizza party you finally met another member from the army photo. Santiago Garcia walked into the garage with an air about him that alerted you how well-acquainted he was with women. He was absolutely beautiful but he was the exact man you prided yourself on staying away from. Though being in a situationship with a married man wasn’t much better. 

“Hi, welcome to Miller’s Motors how may I help you?” Your customer service voice and smile instantly take over. 

“I mean I wouldn’t mind just hanging out here with you until one of those jackasses come out here.” His dazzling smile is working overtime while he leans on the counter and you can’t help the laugh that emitted from you. 

“Okay, Mr. Garcia suit yourself.” Back on your ‘work’ computer, you opened the Twitter tab again and continued scrolling. 

“Just how attached to Catfish are you or are you still looking at other options?” While Santi frames his question as flirty, he wants to see how you feel about Frankie. 

“Catfish?” Unsure of how you should answer you counter his question with one of your own.

“It’s his callsign from our army days. Mine is Pope, Will is Ironhead, and Frankie is Catfish.” All the tidbits you find out about Frankie make him so much more interesting.

“Okay but why is he Catfish? And what about Benny?” The other callsigns seem to align with personality, except for Frankie’s.

“Well he always had trouble growing his beard and he had a reputation with the ladies at training camp, thus the birth of Catfish.” You can’t say you’re surprised by Frankie’s past discretions, he had to learn that from somewhere. “As for Benny he came much later so we never really thought about it.” 

“Well, what about Goldilocks? I think that suits him, especially because he would go into someone's house and eat their food without a second thought.” Your analysis of Benny’s callsign has Santiago burst into laughter at how right you are. 

“And he definitely would talk about how bad the food is after scarfing it all down.” The both of you are now loudly laughing in the empty lobby like you’ve known each other for years.

“Pope step away from my receptionist.” William is the first through the door and he playfully narrows his eyes at Santi from behind you. 

“Benny we found a callsign for you, how does Goldilocks sound?” At the mention of the name, you and Santi laugh in remembrance of your jokes. Despite the inside joke, Benny looks pleased. 

“How is it that I’ve known you asshole’s years and she’s the one to come up with a callsign for me?” Benny’s large arms swarm around you to hug you in appreciation. 

“I mean we had some names but you wouldn’t like it.” William nudges Frankie in jest with a smirk plastered on his face.

“You know for such a quiet man you are so sassy.” Your words cause a roar of laughter from the group of men and you take that as your cue to take a nice long lunch break. 

……..

“Bitch,” Hearing the drawn-out exemplative from your best friend over the phone brought a smile to your face. Either you were going to hear the juiciest gossip or Dante just proposed, “If you could see this fucking ring I have on right now.” 

“Finally, I’ve been waiting 40 days and 40 nights for this.” There was no one rooting for Ronnie's happiness as much as you. 

“Before we even get into this wedding stuff you’re gonna be my Maid of Honor right?” The sentence tumbled out so quickly that if you listen so well you might’ve missed it. 

“Of course, what cake do you think you’re gonna get?” You take a bite of your caser salad while you listen to her rattle off her top 5 flavors. With a simple hum every couple of seconds while she gets all her excited rambles out.

“Shit, let me call my parents so they think they’re the first people I called.” A goofy smile graces your face at the fact that you were the first person she called. 

“Okay, text me when you’re gonna be free for a sleepover so we can go through the actual details. Love you.” You end your sentence with an exaggerated kiss that she would hear on the other end. 

“It’ll probably be Friday or Saturday but I’ll know for sure by tonight. Love you bye.” Her exaggerated kiss was the last thing you heard before the line cut out. 

It’s been about an hour and a half since you left for your lunch break and Ameilia has been keeping you company intermittently. A slightly disappointed sigh leaves your lips when you’ve taken the last bite of your salad realizing you’ll have to get back to work. When you leave your cash on the table you make sure you tip a little extra since Ameilia snuck you two pieces of berry pie. 

Upon re-entering the lobby you find Santiago behind the front, seemingly taking your place for the long break. He’s focused completely on the computer in front of him and by the time you round the corner, it’s too late for him to close the window. 

“Plenty of Fish? I took you as more of a Tinder kind of guy.” The side eye you receive from him makes it hard for you to cover your smile. 

Before he can say a smart comeback the phone blares and you set your pie on the counter to answer. 

“Miller’s Brother Automotive, how may I help you?” The cheeriness of your voice makes you grimace. 

“Hello, this is Nurse Lauren calling from Lake Montessori. I’ve been trying to get ahold of Rosie’s father Fransico Morales and he listed this number as his work contact.”

“Of course, he’s in the garage can you hold for a moment?” Without waiting for her answer you head to the garage to summon Frankie. 

“The nurse for your daughter’s school is on the phone asking for you.” As soon as he hears it’s about Rosie he’s walking faster than you to get back to the phone. 

“Hello, this is Fransico Morales.” You can see the tension in his shoulders trying to figure out why the school is calling him. Both you and Santi scroll through his dating profile while he talks on the phone. 

After presumably finding the reason for the call his shoulders deflate and he utters a faint “Jesus,”

“I see, I can be there in about 15 minutes.” There’s a slight pause before he says, “Take care.” 

When the phone hits the hook he heaves an irritated sigh before turning to you and Santi. “Apparently Rosie’s stomach was bugging her since she got to school and she ended up throwing up on the playground. Maria was the one to drop her off and they tried calling her but she wasn’t picking up.”

“So she knew she was sick when she dropped her off?” Irritation is written all over Santiago’s face and voice.

“Seems that way because there’s no way Rosie wouldn’t say anything. So fucking irresponsible.” Frankie grits the last sentence out before heading to the back to wash his hands properly. When he comes back out with clean hands and a more patient face he stops by you. 

“We should be back in like 15 minutes.” He slightly bends to kiss your forehead before heading out the front door. Santiago wolf-whistles when it’s just the two of you but you roll your eyes.

After 5 minutes Will and Benny come inside to ask what happened and there’s no time wasted by Santiago to fill them in. You head to the break room to see what would be helpful to a sick kid. Luckily Benny has a collection of tea and you take out peppermint and some sugar. 

You pop your head out only to see them huddled together and gossiping like school girls.

“Hey, are there any pillows or blankets in the back offices?” Each of them turns to you with wide eyes before Benny tells you he has some in his office. When you come back out you place the brown blanket on the sofa closet to the garage door and prop the pillow on the armrest. 

The guys can’t help but watch and exchange looks as you make the area cozy for Rosie. You beat them to it. Looking at the time you head back into the break room to heat water for the tea. By the time you come back out with the steaming tea, Frankie is laying Rosie down on the sofa and the guys are circling her. 

“I made some peppermint tea and I think I have some cough drops in my purse.” As you carefully place the cup down on the table in front of her Frankie watches you in awe. Rosie’s tired brown eyes steal a glance at you and you nearly melt. Even though her little face is sickly pale she’s the cutest kid you’ve ever seen. 

“Thank you,” after he shows his gratitude he turns back to his daughter and continues running his hands through her curls. 

“And if you feel up for it I have an extra piece of berry pie.” Her downcast eyes widen at the mention of pie and it almost livens her chubby face. 

“Really?” She perks up on the sofa and tries to remove the blanket before Frankie settles her. 

“After you drink some tea and lay down kay?” She pouts at his words but obliges and lays back down. 

With all the guys personally checking in on Rosie you head back to your desk and check your purse for those cough drops. There are about three but that should be good enough, plus they’re the ones that taste like candy. You lay them out on your desk before looking up to find Frankie in front of you. He leans across the table with that look in his eye, the one that makes your tummy flutter. 

“I meant it when I said thank you back there. I appreciate you so much, Hermosa.” He places his warm hand over yours. 

“Never a problem Catfish.” You let your eyes fall back on the desk and remember to ask him, “It’s fine that I give these to Rosie right?” 

He laughs at your genuine sweet nature before answering, “Yes, and if it’s not too much would you mind checking on her, I’m not sure how often I’ll be able to.”

“Like I said never a problem.” You give him your biggest smile, making it a point to scrunch your face. 

The two of you share a moment before he releases your hand to head back out to the garage. Coincidentally you find the guys staring at you with smirks plastered on their faces. They say their last comforting words to Rosie and trail after Frankie.

Since two of the three cars were going to be ready in an hour you called to let the customers know. You peer over to find Rosie drinking her tea and you grab the first cough drop before heading over. 

“How’s your tea?” You take a seat in the chair next to the sofa.

“It’s good but I like more sugar.” Her direct answer has you nodding your head in faux contemplation. 

“If you finish that cup I promise to make your next one extra sugary.” She smiles at your bargain and begins tipping the cup back to drink more. “You don’t have to get it all now sweetie but I love the enthusiasm.” 

“What’s your name?” You tell her your name and she says it a couple of times while nodding. You return the question to her as if you didn’t already know.

“I’m Rosie. So are you my Daddy’s friend?” The tilt of her voice makes you think she’s teasing you. 

“Yes, I am why?” You put a tilt in your voice similar to her.

“You’re really pretty to be his friend.” She tries to hide her smile behind the mug. 

“Thank you, Rosie, I think you’re really pretty too.” Her giggles warm your heart and you almost forget the reason you came over here. “I brought you a cough drop but I promise it tastes like candy.” 

“Thank you, I don’t think I feel as bad anymore so can I have that piece of pie now?” Her puppy dog eyes resemble her father’s so much that you don’t think you can deny her. 

“Alright finish that tea, but not too fast, and I’ll get it ready.” You make your way back to collect the pieces of pie from your desk and bring it to the break room. Each piece is placed on a paper plate and you grab two plastic forks from the box on the counter.

When you come out of the break room Rosie is criss-cross applesauce on the couch pleasantly waiting for the pie. A huge smile breaks out across her face when you place hers in front of her and she thanks you immediately. Neither of you wastes time digging into your respective slices. 

A few minutes pass before the tell-tale bell rings above the door and a customer walks in. You leave your half-eaten slice to go back to the desk and greet them. She gives you her last name and you bring up her paperwork in the system. 

“Okay let me check in and it shouldn’t be long. Please take a seat anywhere and I’ll get back to you.” On your way towards the garage, Rosie smiles big at you with purple smeared around her mouth. You wave back before going through the door. 

“Who’s working on Monroe’s Honda?” You call out to the four men in the area, and Benny’s head pops up from the hood. “She just arrived and I wanted to know how much longer.” 

“I was literally about to come inside I’m just running my third check to make sure.” He heads back to the car and you leave to head back but Frankie saddles up next to you. 

“How’s my baby? I have about 10 minutes left on this car before I’m done.” You are tempted to answer for yourself but you know what he means.

“Tearing down that berry pie like it’s going out of style.” His laugh sounds full and boisterous and you’re glad after how irate he was when he went to pick up Rosie. 

The waiting area is the same as you left it and you let Mrs. Monroe know her car is just about ready. As you turn around you almost bump into Rosie who’s holding her now empty plate in her small hands. 

“I finished and I couldn’t find the trash.” You shouldn’t be surprised at her manners since Frankie is her father but you tell her to follow you. She rounds the desk behind you and you point out the trash can under your desk. “If you want you can have the rest of my pie.” 

Rosie still places her plate in the trash but she thanks you before running back off to her corner. Benny slides through the door and checks out Mrs. Monroe so you head back over to Rosie. 

Before you can sit in your seat she tells you, “I have to tinkle.” And just as quickly as you sat down you’re right back up and guiding her to the bathroom in the back. You wait in the hallway while she finishes up her business. The moment she opens the door you double-check that she’s washed her hands. Thankfully Rosie provides her slightly damp hands for your approval.

“What’s your favorite color? Mine is all of them, I can’t pick one.” Her charming voice fills the empty hallway you two walk down. 

“I used to love all the colors too, but now I really love purple.” You look down at her to smile while giving your answer and she slips her slightly damp hand in yours. 

“Purple is really pretty but so is the rainbow and cheetah.” You didn’t have the heart to correct her on cheetah being a pattern. 

When you two re-enter the lobby the both of you are so engrossed in conversation that you miss the tension unfolding while you’ve been away. Frankie stands in front of a stunning woman with dark brown hair who’s seething in anger. But she’s not the only one, Frankie’s irritation is coming off his body in waves. 

Clarity alludes you the more you look between them, there’s a familiarity. It doesn’t take long for the pieces to fall into place when Rosie raises her other hand to wave at the woman before yelling out, “Hi Mommy.” Two sets of eyes land on you and you’ve never felt more out of place in your life. Suddenly being swallowed by the earth sounded delightful. 

“Who the hell is this?” Her sharp but alluring voice cuts through the air and you finally allow yourself to fully take her in. This is Frankie’s wife. You can’t help but notice her polished appearance, her hair looks freshly blown out and her French-tipped nails only add to the form-fitting dress she’s wearing. 

“I’m the receptionist, I just took Rosie to the bathroom.” You try and keep your voice level, not wanting to escalate the situation in front of Rosie. 

“I’m gone for a couple of hours and you pawn our daughter off to some receptionist?” Though she kept her voice down you end up hearing every word. 

As much as you’d heard about her you still weren’t prepared to see her, part of you was pretending as long as you couldn’t see her she didn’t exist. 

“A couple of hours?” Frankie pauses at that to give her the nastiest look you’ve ever seen cross his face. “You dropped our daughter off knowing she was sick so you could-” He stops himself to gesture at her clearly put-together outfit. 

“I didn’t know she was sick, how was I supposed to know she would throw up all over the place.” From Frankie’s face, it’s clear he wants to say something but with Rsoie here he holds himself back. 

“But I told you I didn’t feel good Mommy, you told me it would pass.” The silence that followed her innocent statement scared you, and you weren’t the one Frankie had his eyes set on. 

Shaking yourself out of your stunned stupor you gently coax Rosie to go see her Uncle’s in the garage. For the first time since you’ve worked here, you close the door behind you. The guys take notice and you simply tell them, “Frankie’s wife is here.” Confused faces instead turn into silent understanding and they pause their routine for closing.

…………

“Maria,” In all their years of marriage she’d never heard this tone of voice. “Are you fucking crazy?” The lack of yelling made it even worse, not that he ever really raised his voice. 

“Look Francisco, I had a meeting and it didn’t sound serious so I still dropped her off. Okay? I’m sorry.” Maria places her hands on her husband's biceps but he backs away from her touch. 

“You are unbelievable, they couldn’t get in contact with you for 5 hours. How long could this meeting have possibly been?” It was one thing for her to disregard him but for her to do it to their daughter was something unforgivable. But there was only one reason she would be so careless, and her outfit told him everything. 

“Tell me you weren’t meeting with Chris, tell me you didn’t drop our daughter off so you could run off with your boyfriend.” 

“I-,” A panicked expression crosses her face and Frankie doesn’t allow for any more of her excuses. 

“I’m done. Putting a man before our child is in-fucking-sane.” He can’t recognize the woman in front of him, and he understands how she felt during his addiction. The person he met at the altar is gone.

“I agree. The open marriage thing has gone too far and I’m ready to close it okay?” At this point even she can see her marriage crumbling before her and despite previous thoughts, she’s not ready to let go.

“I’m not talking about closing the marriage, I want a divorce.” The distinction in his voice before he turns and heads to the garage fills her with desperation. Maria follows closely behind him as he opens the door. She stays in the door way silently watching and waiting for another chance to talk.

You are gently rubbing Rosie’s head while she sleeps soundly in a makeshift bed of two chairs. The way Frankie’s face lights up when he looks at you makes her skin crawl. But it gets worse when your eyes meet his there’s no denying there is something between you. 

She thinks back to how Frankie told her Benny introduced him to the girl he was seeing. She supposes it makes sense you are beautiful and you seem caring. As much as she wanted to throw the rules in his face she knew she had no leg to stand on. At this point, she had nothing else to lose and Rosie was asleep so it would only be fair to warn you. 

From the doorway she makes herself known and Frankie rolls his eyes, hoping that ignoring her will make her go away. One look around the room and she can see how outnumbered she is. The men who once welcomed her with open arms now disdainfully glance at her. 

“I’m not sure how well he’s hidden it but he’s a drug addict and his PTSD will always send him right back down the cocaine rabbit hole. Save yourself from the endless baggage.” Maria threw her last card on the table and from the way Francisco froze, it had the desired impact.

No one could have predicted that would come out of her mouth. Your eyes widen at the sudden intake of information and you seek out Frankie’s eyes but he’s turned away from you. Seconds feel like minutes and no one else has said a word. What could be said to follow something so cruel? 

All you want to do is tell Frankie that you don’t think less of him, but that’s a private conversation. And unlike some people, you understand the need for privacy and tact. 

“It’s time for you to go.” William steps in to shield Frankie who keeps his eyes locked on the ground. 

While Maria struts away like she didn’t ruin what little comfort Frankie had, tears begin to rim his eyes. As if his shame wasn’t bad enough it had to happen in front of you. There was no telling how you would feel about him now and he wouldn’t blame you.

Benny and Santiago circle Frankie whispering about something you can’t hear. You stand to approach him but Will’s chest fills your vision. His eyes are cast down in a way that you can tell you’re being shut out of this private moment. 

“I don’t think now is a good time sweets,” His hand rests on your shoulder before squeezing in what you think is reassurance. 

“Could you tell him I don’t think any less of him? And to call me when he’s ready please?” Your voice cracks as you try to keep it together because you’re the last person who should be crying. 

Will feels terrible about making you go but it’s too late and you’re already out the door with your sniffles following. When the door closes again Frankie knows you’ve left and his shoulders begin shaking. The only reason he’s still standing is because of the three men holding him up. Thankfully Rosie’s cold keeps her knocked out so she misses her father’s breakdown. 

@harriedandharassed @emilianamason

#triple frontier fic #triple frontier smut #frankie morales smut #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #frankie morales x you

[vewyscawywriting]

The Only Real Sin is to Deny a Craving

Okay so am I insane for writing this? Perhaps. I was over at friends and when I asked what I should write for next they said Tahm Kench, and I took that as a challenge. Because of course. This one is for the freaks I guess :P

Fandom: League of Legends

Pairing: Tahm Kench x F!Summoner!Reader

Wordcount: 2871 words

Tags: pussy eating, overstimulation, vore (if you squint)

Summary: Tahm Kench offers to show you the prettiest places along the river, and can't help himself from hungering. But his appetite for you is different from the usual.

It was official. You were somehow magical and also so very, very cursed. The River King had his eyes on you, and there was no hiding from him. Well, who exactly could you hide from in this place and with your abilities? 

The first time he came up to you and promised you a good time beyond your imagination you had almost shat yourself. Both in fear since, you know, Tahm Kench is a big guy... demon... thing, and also because what the fuck was he talking about? Those words coming from anyone else would've been a dream, but from him? Threatening beyond compare. What was he gonna do? Gobble you up, taxi you somewhere where the sunset looked all inviting and romantic and gobble you up for realsies in a "this isn't sexy I'm actually getting killed, this isn't a euphemism for sex, i can't state this enough, send help"- kinda way? It was a real possibility, no, scratch that, that was the only possibility. When he told you he could take you to the best spots along the river, fitting for an absolute doll like you, you practically choked on your drink.

"Are there many?" you gasped out after you got your breathing back under control, and you had no idea where this question even came from. Why were you humouring him? What was wrong with your brain?

"So many," he purred back, inclining his head and tipping his hat to you, "But only the best is good enough for your eyes, pretty thing."

Well, when he called you pretty thing in that southern drawl of his, how could you remain unaffected? The man had a way with words, and to be honest all he had to do was butter you up a little and you'd probably let yourself get whisked away like some sort of moron. In your brain a visual of some sort of list - quite like Pyke's - started to manifest itself, but instead of names for killing they were names of previous trysts with champions. The name Tahm Kench seemed to appear in vague strokes at the bottom, signalling some kind of future - tantalisingly inviting and dangerous and insane. Your mental state seemed to be more fragile than ever when you replied: "That sounds really interesting."

"I could take you the usual way, or if you want to give those pretty legs a workout we can walk along the river shores to where we want to go. Well, you know what I'd advise." He eyed you up, and you shivered. Or shuddered. It could have been both. Should have been just the shudder. "No reason for you to tire yourself out just yet."

Promising. Arousing. He was a large frog (sorry - Catfish), and this really shouldn't be.

"Give me some time to think about it." Your answer should've been a hard no, but really what reason did you have to reject him at this point. Your tryst list was long and extensive, and there were only 154 champions left to go. He could take one off the tally. You were insane. His tongue could probably reach your throat from your pussy. "I meant yes, that sounds amazing."

"Well, and here I thought you were just going to bat your eyes, but colour me surprised. So what will it be, or no, don't even answer sweet, I can see it in your pretty little eyes." - and the monsters jaw unhinged.

It was a strange, cosy feeling, like you were embraced in a warm all encompassing hug. You could get used to this, it made you feel a strange sense of safety-

and the next second you were out. You looked around slightly bewildered. Going from a dreamlike state to real life in a second got your brains needing second to catch up. He had dropped you off at the shoreside, where the river met the sea in a small waterfall, the sun rising just over the horizon as under your feet was a plaid blanket and a basket of food. Second breakfast came as a romantic picnic and you gasped.

"Well Dove, it's time I leave you to it then. Give a yell and I'll be back in a second, wouldn't want to spoil the view you see, or your appetite." And before you could reply he had already waddled his way into the river, leaving you alone with the food and the sound of flowing water. You were a little disappointed that he left. All the times the two of you had spoken he had been a gentleman and amazing conversation partner. His smooth, drawling voice had you feeling all kinds of ways, but the silence of the morning slowly getting filled with the sound of birds was something could definitely get used to as well. After you opened the basket you found it filled to the brim with sandwiches and sweets, and you wondered idly where he'd gotten the basket. There was no way he made this for you himself, there was no way. Lost in thought you took a bite of the food, watching the sun rise with a calm feeling washing over you. Yes, you could definitely get used to this. The spot next to you seemed a little lonely.

He was back right at the moment you were starting to feel like you were done.

"All done fattening up, dove?" he said, jokingly (you hoped), "I hope you enjoyed the humble meal, didn't have time to get anything fancy for someone like you, but I hoped the view would help with digestin'. Now, are you ready to head to the next place?"

You nodded and were whisked away again. Put onto solid ground minutes later, though it felt like seconds, you noticed he had taken you to another cosy spot. Sun filtering through the trees to make sure you only got the best of the rays, as wildflowers bloomed around you, busy bees flitting around creating a nice buzzing sound around you. After that second breakfast, sitting in the sun, alone with nothing or no one distracting you, you felt yourself dozing off. The first two times your eyes fell closed you caught yourself, stopping your head from dropping back against the rough bark of the tree, but the third time the lure of sleep got you in its clutches and you were unable to deny. During your little nap you could faintly hear the soft purring of a low voice, just speaking to the side of you, but you could not hear what he said. Or feel like listening when the sound alone was so soothing and lulling you back into sleep so sweetly. When you woke up the spot next to you was painfully empty.

"Well, it is high time for our final spot, beau," he drawled as you finally realised you were actually awake in such a pretty place. Tahm had good taste, and you couldn't wait to see what the last spot was he would drop you in, a little sad that it almost seemed to be the end of the date already.

"Now, for this one spot I want to take a little walk," he said, and you groaned as you stretched. The sun was already setting and you wondered how long you had been asleep, and why you even went to sleep out in the open with the River King as your sole companion in the first place. "It's a real special place, you see. Don't have a pretty thing on my arm that often, can't fault a man for trying to draw this out."

You were certain there was a blush on your face. You knew the demon was known for smooth talking, but never had you actually heard him seduce quite so literally. 

The reflection of the sunset on the river that wildly raged beside you had you almost blinded, and you let him guide you to the final spot, trusting him to keep you steady and safe. What a delectable fool you were. If he wanted to devour you he could have done so many times by now, but he was a patient man, and he hungered for something a little different than the usual today. 

A small stumble had you almost tumbling into the glistening river, but you were held steady as Tahm Kench purred in your ear that you had reached your destination. Hidden from view was a small clearing next to a waterfall, overlooking the forest below with the river meandering through the idyllic landscape. The sunset cast the world in a soft orange glow, as the sound of the waterfall beside you almost deafened you to the world. Almost missing Tahm's voice when he inclined his head to you and asked: "Now, most delectable summoner of mine. What is it you hunger for?"

He was still holding you, now in both his arms as he leaned you back, hanging over you as if you were in the middle of a dance. A shiver went through you as he spoke, the low vibrations traveling through you as you barely heard him above the sound of the water. You hungered for many things, but right now you were embarrassed to say you hungered for him. It must've shown in your eyes as you looked away, blush once again adorning your cheeks as he chuckled. "You're as subtle as you are tantalizing, dear. If you keep blushing like that I might just gobble you up... for what I hunger for is you, and I'm planning on overindulging tonight." 

Fear struck you, but you felt almost paralyzed when he lowered you down on the soft earth beneath you. "Now, don't you worry your little head you hear, I won't release you from your life yet... not in the literal sense that is. Though you might wish for me to do so later."

What did he mean? What did that mean?? His large form hovered over you, grabbing your thighs and opening your legs as he leaned forward to inhale deeply. "That aroma seduces..." he purred as his tongue lolled out to lick rows upon rows of sharp teeth, and you felt a throb of arousal so deeply you had to stop yourself from groaning. 

"For what do you hunger, summoner?" he once again purred as claws hooked onto your jeans, pulling slightly, fabric dragging down your skin just enough to tease. "Tell me, and your cravings will be satisfied."

His maw was opened in a smile from ear to ear, tongue peeking out just barely as a promise more than anything, and you were able to whisper just above the sounds of nature around you. "You."

"Well, how could I possibly refuse such a tantalizin' request," he replied, tongue already out, oh so eager to have a taste of you, as with a quick drag your lower half was unclothed, shiver betraying your arousal as a cool wind hit your unsurprisingly wet core. He wasted no time giving a long, sloppy lick from your anus to your clit and you gasped at his greed, a low purr escaping him. He drawled out his satisfaction, as his tongue gave another wet lick down your nethers, uncaring about technique or decorum as all he wanted to was savour your essence on his tongue. "You simply taste divine," he said, pushing your legs wider around him as he dove in further, tip of his tongue entering you to get more, as the top of his tongue was firm on your clit. He pushed in further and you groaned as he started lapping at your walls as if he was having a great meal, his hums of satisfaction thrumming through your body as if he was a giant vibrator. Your orgasm came fast and overwhelming, brought on by his greed while his hands gripped at your thighs tightly. A gasp of his name, a cry for him to pause, but he didn't, slurping up your essence as he continued his onslaught. 

"That was barely an appetizer, dear," he drawled, tongue still inside you as drool dripped down on you from his giant maw, soaking your lower half even more than you had managed yourself. "Now I was saving my appetite for you for quite some time, so it's going to take a little more than that to satisfy me, y'see?"

You weren't sure if you did see. As a matter of fact your eyes had closed a long time ago, and your brain hadn't really been functioning all day either. All you knew was the pleasure he was providing you with, the sloppy technique he employed that somehow made you see stars with every wet, greedy lick. Your legs were shivering in his grasp, but he didn't let up, the sound of the river not enough to cover the obscene sounds his tongue made inside of you as he pushed in further still - eager for more. He was truly trying to devour you, and you gasped out as your walls fluttered around him, gushing wetness as you felt yourself rush to another shaky orgasm. It came just as quick as you shivered in his hold, head thrown back as he once again voiced his appreciation at your offering. A moan escaping him between slurps as instead of slowing down he sped up once again. 

"No, wait," you gasped, trying to get away from him in earnest, but your treacherous legs pulled him closer, arms flailing above your head as they tried to find purchase in the grass. You were sure by now you had pulled out all the grass around you, and even unearthed some small shrubbery you got your hands on, but you needed something to hold onto as tears filled your eyes at the overstimulation. "Tahm I can't-"

"I'm sure you can, doll, just a little more," his voice was smooth as always, but a rough edge had appeared, making you cry out as he practically bent you in half, legs around your face as he tongue fucked you in earnest, making sure to lap up any and all of your arousal as he went. "My hunger has not yet been sated."

His hunger was never going to be sated, you thought as tears ran down your face, but your core throbbed in maddening deliciousness. Your mouth was open in constant gasps and whines, begs escaping you though you weren't sure if you were asking him to stop or continue at this point. Your sore pussy spasmed around his long tongue as the slightly rough texture of it rubbed against your clit. And with the way he was bent over you it rubbed your entire stomach as well, soaking the shirt you still wore with his drool as he ate you out like a man starved. "Please," you gasped out between keening gasps, unable to hold in your sounds as you were unsure you had another orgasm in you, not with how intense the other two were. But your body was as greedy as him as your stomach tightened so intensely you thought you were going to turn inside out, more fluids squirting out of you as you gasped and writhed on the grass. "Enough, ahh, enough," you cried and when his tongue retreated you almost started crying in earnest. 

"Such a fragile little thing," he said, grinning. "Barely enough to take the edge off the craving." he leaned back, holding your spend body up to his large, wanting maw, as your lower half recoiled from the feeling of warm breath hitting your abused pussy. "Just one more... just a little dessert, and I'll let you go..." A shuddering groan was his answer as he leaned back a little further, placing you with your legs wide over his impossibly large face, mouth opening to ease your entire lower half into his mouth. "...then, I'll be satisfied."

You were going to die. No, at this point you wished you could escape his long tongue that once again licked his way towards your entrance, but now it felt like your entire lower body was getting devoured by him, and you spasmed as you felt liquid drip down into his almost painfully hot, waiting maw. Words were foreign to you now, as only weak mewling sounds escaped you, shivering and shuddering with every lick. It was almost gentle, the way he moved it, but it could as well have been pain he was inflicting upon you, so intense was the feeling it evoked. Sharp teeth rubbed against your ankles that hung from the corners of his lips, scratching and drawing just the tiniest bit of blood, a taste that almost drove him to madness himself. 

You understood now, why he said you might be wishing for him to release your life at the end. There was nowhere to escape him, and your fingers dug into his skin as you came for the fourth time, a shuddering cry escaping you as you squeezed out the last you had in you. He drank you greedily, deeply, and finally released you with a satisfied chuckle. Gently he held your boneless form to his chest, as he looked down upon you almost lovingly. 

"Now, that meal left me satisfied," he chuckled, "Until next time."

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Idk if you’ve done this before (you can ignore this if you have) but how would each of the Pedro guys react if you told them you were pregnant?

**So I have done the pregnancy HC before, but that was when there were few boys, so lets add on to it.....

When They Find Out You’re Pregnant:

Javier: Shocked. No clue why because it wasn’t like either one of you were exactly practicing safe sex. Condoms were hardly ever used and you weren’t on birth control. He’s going to internally panic for a bit, disappearing into his work. He won’t disappear on you, he will drag into the apartment after you are asleep and get up before you do. Eventually coming to terms with the fact that he needs to be a better man and he comes home to tell you that he is all in.

Ezra: Worried. The life of a prospector and a floater is not the kind of life he wants for his child. He won’t articulate those worries, instead sleeping less and thinking long into the night while he has his hand on your womb. When he starts to form a plan for a life you can have that doesn’t include the danger of your current lives, he will wake you up, regardless of the hour to start excitedly laying out the plan.

Mando: Stoic. You can’t tell from the impassive view of his visor what he is thinking. Until the Crest goes dark and suddenly you hear his helmet thunk on the grated floor. Passionate lips overwhelm yours as he tries to show you what he is feeling. After he kisses you breathlessly, he will finally speak. “We will raise warriors cyar’ika. Marry me.”

Catfish: He is shocked and excited. He already has a child that he loves beyond comprehension. Never thinking he would have another kid after the divorce, so when you tell him that you are pregnant, he’s just in awe. Scoops you up into his arms and kisses you.

Tovar: A satisfied glint is in that grumpy Spaniards eyes. He was expecting it, never having bothered to pull away when he finally cums. “Good hermosa.” He tugs you into his arms and his large, war calloused hand cups your stomach possessively. “Maybe those bastards will stop sniffing around your skirts when they think I am not looking.”

Whiskey: Panicked. Nothing to do with you. But the damned fear of losing a second family terrifies him like nothing Statesman could ever throw at him. He’s going to need a bit. He’s really quiet and leaves for a mission. Until he realizes how it looks to you. That you might think that he doesn’t want you or that baby. Then you can expect his broken explanation as he begs you for forgiveness and to give an old fool another change at happiness. With you and the baby.

Max Phillips: ????????????? Lucy, you got some ‘splaining to do!(although once he finds out it is his….this frat boy vamp will be nervous as fuck. Will it be like him? Will it be like you? Will it be like some kind of mixed best of both worlds? And GOD FORBID you have a little girl. He will be beside himself. You have to tell him not to eat the little boy in her class that kissed her on the playground.)

Marcus Pike: Crying. Tears of fucking joy after making sure that this is what you want. He will be on cloud nine. You are carrying his baby and he just doesn’t know if he could possibly love you more than right now. There were times that he didn’t know if it was going to happen for him, love and a family. And you’ve just given him the world. 100% alllllll in.

Oberyn: Celebrates with you in the most obvious way. By taking you to bed of course. After exhausting you with pleasure, he will stroke your stomach and tell you how much he will love watching you expand with his child. Does admit that he would prefer that you refrain from your more…..risqué endeavors while you are carrying, for the health of the babe. Rest assured your prince with treat you like a queen.

Dave York: Proud. Extremely proud. He might not be what some would consider a good man, but he loves his children. He’s good with them. When Alice and Molly were little, he would change diapers and get up at 2am feedings with no complaint. Now he has a chance to do this again and he’s thrilled. You can tell from the way that he starts planning. He’s a planner, so immediately he starts getting things ready for the baby. As soon as he is done spreading you out and gently making you cum. 

Max Lord: Overwhelmed....He already cannot give Alistair the life he wants for his young son. Cannot give him everything that his heart desires and it tears him up. His eyes are wide, almost devastated and he feels the extra weight of another’s happiness heaping down on his shoulders. He gives you a small smile and immediately puts on the charm that he uses to convince people to invest in his company and tells you that it is wonderful. Kissing you soundly and convincing you that it is the best news, even if he is falling apart on the inside. 

Marcus Moreno: Slightly shocked. He’s thought his days of being a father to a baby were long over. His eyes are wide behind his glasses and he’s speechless for just a moment before joy takes over. Lunging forward and kissing you quickly, reassuring you that he is happy about the news. Wanting to know how you feel about it and how you feel. Missy is going to be surprised, but also happy. She’s always wanted a sibling and now she gets one. 

Zach Wellison: Panicked. Like glazed eyes, heavy breathing panicked. He’s still not completely adapted to the idea that he’s not longer on the streets and he has a job that supports him. That he has a home to sleep under a roof every day. All the things that support that a baby would need immediately flashes through his mind. Only you wrapping your arms around him will bring him back to reality and he immediately hugs you close, promise you that he will take care of you and the little bean. 

Javi G: Ecstatic. Overjoyed and tears spring up to his eyes. He is blubbering like a baby and he isn't ashamed of it. He loves the idea of you carrying his baby, basically blubbering about how much he loves you and how much he already loves his baby. He will be nothing like his father, your baby will know how much they are loved. His hands are all over your stomach, caressing the area where his child is safely nestled. 

Dieter Bravo: He’s high as a fucking kite when you tell him, but then again, when isn’t he? He frowns at you in confusion and looks down at your stomach for a second before looking at your face again. “How?” He asks stupidly, as if constantly asking you to have sex with him wouldn’t result in a pregnancy. 

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Super-Heroes, Relationships, and Catfishing

In the latest episode of "My Adventures With Super-Man", the story took a rather interesting direction on how they approached the relationship between Clark and Lois.

This choice caused some people (and by that I mean Twitter) to feel like the same thing that happened with the character of Amber from Invincible was sorta happening again, although to a not-as-bad degree.

I was a little surprised to be honest because I felt this was handled worse in Superman than it was handled in Invincible. So I took some time to ponder about both situations, trying to consider everyone's perspective, and reorganize my opinion on the topic and how I feel about each case.

I also felt this could be interesting to talk about so, let me share my thought process...

(spoilers for both shows)

First of all, let's talk about secrets and relationships by using a certain Japanese animated movie as an example, "Wolf Children."

For those who don't know, this movie is a story about a woman who develops a romantic relationship with a guy that can turn into a wolf. He keeps it a secret at first but eventually reveals to her his secret and she accepts him for what he is.

As time passes, the woman eventually gives birth to two kids who inherited their father's wolf powers and thus also can turn into wolves depending on their emotions.

Only problems is, the father who knows all about how wolf people work ends up dying trying to catch a bird for his kids to eat (which should be sad but it's such a silly way of dying that I couldn't help but laugh when I first saw it), leaving the mother alone with no idea on how to raise children that are half-human and half-wolf.

The entire movie is just watching this poor lady trying to handle a situation that she clearly is not prepared for. The husband told her next to nothing about how wolf people work or how to take care of them, and she has no idea on where to find other wolf people to ask for help, making this whole thing into a guessing game of what's right and what's wrong.

The reason I bring this up is because I feel it's important to note how extremely selfish it is for the father to get involved with a partner and start a family with her without ever preparing her for what kind of life he would be throwing her into.

He never considered what it would be like for her if he ended up dying, and not only that, his soul appears in her dreams after he passes away to basically go "You better not quit on them! I'm guilt-tripping you, lol!"

Of course everything turns out okay in the end, but still, this movie is a great example of what's like being in a relationship and having to learn how to deal with aspects of someone's life you completely were not prepared for.

It shows the weight of accepting someone into your life and what this really means.

When there are aspects about your life that greatly affects the people you're interested in, it's your job to let them know about it if you plan to start a relationship with them so they can be prepared or so they can know if they want to be with you or not.

I think this is important to keep in mind when thinking about relationships with Super-Heroes, because the way I see it, a hero who keeps a secret identity and develops a romance with a civilian is not very far from an act of catfishing.

A superhero is someone who could die at any moment and leaving their partner alone, someone who has several enemies who would love to use their loved ones as a way to hurt them, and is someone who constantly has to take time out of their schedule to help out those in need.

Dating a superhero, or a person who happens to be a very big figure with a very significant career, is not an easy job, and it's not for everyone.

When you don't let the person you're dating know that you're bringing a lot of baggage into the relationship that they will need to deal with, you lose all the moral ground.

It's not that you have baggage, it's that you didn't prepare them for that baggage.

And again, that's not that different from someone committing catfishing on the internet.

You're pretending to be something you're not to lure someone into a relationship with you by omitting all the facts about you that might affect their judgment, all the struggles they might face, the changes that they will have to adjust to, the people that they might no longer be able to interact with.

You're cornering someone, and you're not letting them know about it.

Now… With all that said, how do I feel about the way Invincible and Superman tackled this theme?

In Invincible (the show not the comic), Amber broke up with Mark because she found out who he was and kept waiting for him to tell her the truth, but he never did and he wasn't planning on doing it until he felt he was about to lose her.

Except by the time he finally did tell her, Amber had already lost faith in Mark because, as Eve put it, she felt like he was just "stringing her along for five months."

A lot of people don't like this scene and Amber as a character because it felt like she was blaming Mark for being a hero and disregarding all the good he was doing and all he was sacrificing in order to help out people while not being understanding of the hard position he's in.

I'm honestly kinda mixed on this...

On one hand, if she knew what he was going through, why didn't she make the first move and cleared everything so they could try actually working through this together? You know, trying to make the life of the guy who's constantly having his head smacked against the pavement a little easier?

On the other hand... The fact that Mark has a noble and important job does not absolve him of the fact he was promising her a relationship without letting her know what she was in for.

Yeah, she found out, but what if she hadn't? Mark would have dropped new information into her lap that would completely change everything about their future together.

If this was like, after a week into dating, then sure, he's right in not knowing if he should tell her or not, but five freaking months? I feel like by that time he should already be sure if he really wants to stay with her or not and if she could handle the truth or not.

It's a delicate situation but... I feel like I'm siding with Amber in this one. I feel like Mark should have been honest much earlier or have broken up with her himself if he wasn't ready to let her know what kind of life she would have to deal with, and I feel it's fair for Amber to feel like she was being treated like an idiot for not being told what kind of relationship she would need to prepare for.

It's not even that it would be a hard to adjust relationship for her to accept, it's the fact he kept acting like he could control everything when he clearly couldn't. He wasn't acting like they were partners in a relationship, he was acting like she was just a thing he needed to handle so she would be happy... which, honestly? Feels like a very common relationship problem.

Someone trying to be the one handling everything without letting your partner help you out in it so you two can deal with it together because you don't trust their ability to accept you or don't think they have anything to contribute.

Mind you... I feel like the scene was a little too rushed and the big problems to address weren't made very clear, which end up making Amber look like a kid that's mad their best friend didn't share a secret with them.

I like the idea and the message, but I don't think they executed in the best way they could.

And now finally, the Lois and Clark scene from episode 5.

In this episode, Lois snaps at Clark for hiding about being Superman after spending a whole episode trying to get him to confess to her the truth, resulting in her trying to catch him with his guard down and eventually resulting in her throwing herself off a building so he could fly and save her.

The two end up fighting, Lois because she feels betrayed and Clark because she's not seeing where he's coming from and ending on a sort of "We're no longer friends!" moment.

From what I saw, people seem more forgiving of this scene than the one from Invincible.

My take on it is... I actually think Lois is 100% in the wrong in this situation, and I much prefer how it was handled in Invincible.

Keeping in mind, Clark and Lois have flirted multiple times throughout the series so far, but they are not in a relationship.

Clark doesn't owe Lois a thing. If anything, Lois owes Clark a lot for all the times she herself tricked him, used him, and had her life saved by him. Not to mention, Clark has said to her that he himself is still figuring out things, so even if he wanted to tell her, what would he even have to tell?

This isn't a "How could you not tell me you were this kind of person when you asked me out?" situation, this is just a person who doesn't feel comfortable talking about his secret not talking about his secret, a very harmless secret that does not affect her whatsoever.

The most you can say is that he kept her running around on a wild goose chase after Superman even though Superman was right there the whole time... Except he didn't? Cause we see multiple times Clark as Clark going to Lois "Maybe you should stop obsessing over Superman?" But she simply refused to listen to him.

So, unless I'm missing another point of view that I didn't consider yet (which could always happen, I'm always ready to be proven wrong and take in a new perspective), I feel like Lois has no leg to stand on, and I feel like the Lois scene is honestly much worse than the Amber scene.

Now... Does this mean I hate Lois? Of course not, because the story isn't over yet. All it means is that I'm gonna be very skeptical towards her character depending on how they handle her moving forward.

I love good redemption arcs. I love stories about characters making a mistake, realizing it, and then learning from it and thus teaching the viewer a valuable lesson they might need to learn too.

If they are to use this as some sort of setup to explore why someone would be so unhealthily obsessed with the truth to the point where they would ignore their own friend's feelings I would be interested in seeing it.

If they were to use it to teach some lesson about the importance of respecting boundaries and not being so demanding of facts 24/7 and so entitled towards crucial information always being in your lap with no effort (which is a lesson the internet desperately needs to learn), I would be down for it.

They could use it to teach a lesson about how sometimes you just don't need to know everything.

I don't know, I'm hopeful.

Maybe they make good use of this direction the story took, maybe they don't. We'll have to wait and see.

Like I said above, I do think there's a time and place to share certain things with certain people. I don't think this was the time and place or the thing to share, but I still wanna see where they go with it before making my call.

Fingers crossed!

#invincible #my adventures with superman #wolf children #catfishing

[emerald-chaos]

Homecoming

Alright—so. On this great national holiday, what better way to celebrate than with Francisco, huh? Ever since I saw that the internet wholly agrees that this man eats it like it was his god given mission to do so, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Thus, this little drabble/ficlet/oneshot/whatever-the-fuck was born. I hope you all enjoy 😋.

Special shout out to @softlysteven and @bitchassbucky for listening to me scream about this idea.

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x fem!reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), pussy eating (like…a lot of it), spitting, overstimulation, and uhmmm I think that’s it? Not beta’d—a hoe had to get this off her chest—all mistakes are my own.

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A wave of pleasure crashed through your entire body as you writhed against Frankie’s face. The man had just pulled a third orgasm from you in the short amount of time you’d been home for.

Being away for months was hard on Frankie—hard on both of you. Of course, the reunions were always so fuckin’ sweet. The two of you spent the day wrapped up in bed and in each other as you peppered in missed conversations between rounds of mind-blowing sex. Today wasn't supposed to be any different.

It was different, however, due to the fact that you had gotten caught up in work and were unable to sneak out after lunch like you had planned with your coworker. They were going to cover for you while you ran back to home and into Frankie’s arms. Unfortunately, there was a mishap with the issue your company was set to release and thus an emergency, all hands on deck, meeting was called. No slipping away from that.

So, instead of meeting your lover at the airport after he had spent six grueling weeks away from you, a boardroom full of panicked higher ups got your full and undivided attention.

You felt fucked alright—but not in the way you had hoped.

Frankie, of course, was a champ about it. Easing your worries as you stressed out to him on the phone during your lunch break.

“Baby, baby, baby. Slow down. You’re gonna give yourself a panic attack.”

“Don’t sweat it, angel. M’not goin’ anywhere. I’ll see you when you get home.”

Little did you know the reason Frankie was so calm and collected about the entire thing was because the bastard had a plan.

A plan that started the second you crossed the threshold of your home.

You entered through the front door and your eyes locked on to his immediately. The door clicked shut softly behind you and it felt as though time stood still. The tension in the room was palpable as the two of you stared at one another.

Next thing you know, your body is shoved up against the front door—Frankie on his knees in front of you as your skirt is flipped up, panties pulled to the side, and his face is buried in your cunt.

You hadn’t even had a chance to mutter the word hello before this man had you coming undone on his tongue. The first time was fast—Frankie working to do everything he knew would make you cum the quickest. His lips wrapped around your clit, his head shaking back and forth, and the low hum that emitted from his lips that made your legs shake.

As you came down from the first high, Frankie panted against the soft skin of your inner thighs. Taking his time biting and sucking at your skin, his strong hands kneaded the flesh on the outside. A small, breathless laugh tumbled from your lips as your hands smoothed the hair they had threatened to pull from the roots not moments before.

“Well, that’s one way to say hel—“

Your words were quickly cut off with a squeak as your body was being lifted up and carried across the room. Your back thumped against the couch cushions as Frankie angled your hips just off the edge. Before you could even find your bearings, his mouth was once more attached to your cunt—pulling orgasm two and three from you.

Those two had brought you to the current circumstances in which you found yourself. Shirt pushed up, bunching just underneath your chin—bra yanked down as your breasts heaved with each deep breath you took in an attempt to ground yourself after the high you’d just experienced.

Frankie, on the other hand, looked completely level. Aside from the random strands of hair that stuck up haphazardly at the way you pulled and tugged on them during his pussy feast—and his swollen, shiny lips that were twitched upward in a sickening grin—he looked…normal.

Those gorgeous lips were once again on your thighs as he kissed them—wet and open mouthed—basically any spot that was close enough to reach. In your state of half consciousness, you thought you heard him ask if you were alright—to which you nodded.

Alright? You were on cloud fucking 9.

“Take me to bed, Frankie.” You whined, hand reaching down to tilt his chin toward you. “I need you. Need all of you. Please.”

A soft grunt was all you got in response before your body was jerked from the couch and up into his arms. As he made his way toward your bedroom, your clothes were left in a trail behind him.

Once you made it to your bed, Frankie laid you gently on your back. Your big, doe like eyes stared up at him—silently begging for something more as you felt a desperate need to feel the way he stretched you out and filled you up.

Instead, Frankie’s lips twitched upward into a grin for a fraction of a second before your body was flipped over—face down into the mattress. A gasp choked it’s way from your throat as you felt your hips being lifted into the air, knees settling into the mattress.

“Frankie.” You whined, fingers digging into the familiar sheets of your bed.

“M’not done yet, querida. Jus’ wanna taste a little bit more.” His gruff voice had you moaning before his mouth even touched your overworked cunt.

The mattress dipped underneath his weight as Frankie’s large calloused hands kneaded the flesh of your ass. He spread you open for him before he dove back into your swollen, dripping heat.

Frankie always said he could spend all day between your legs but you never thought he actually meant it. His warm mouth moved against your flesh for a moment before you realized—

This man was making out with your pussy.

Slow, wet, open-mouthed kisses placed on your folds. His tongue occasionally swiping through to tease your clit and collect your wetness. Your face quickly contorted in pleasure as you felt every inch of his tongue as it slid through your seam.

“Fuck—Frankie, baby, please.” You begged, eyes squeezed shut and voice a pitch higher than usual.

What you were begging for—you weren’t entirely sure at that point. The way his mouth felt on you was too fucking good to allow a coherent thought to enter your brain.

His mouth left for only a brief moment when he pulled back to breathlessly admire your cunt. Sliding his hands down closer to the apex of your legs, his thumbs slowly spread your lips open even further for him. A strangled, guttural moan came from behind you as Frankie watched the way your hole clenched around nothing.

“I fucking love this pussy.”

The words were followed by a harsh noise as Frankie spit onto your already soaking cunt before burying his face back into it. His nose teased your entrance as his tongue flicked repeatedly over your clit.

A loud gasp, coming out somewhat like a cry, burst forward from your chest as you pushed your hips back against his face—earning a grunt of approval from the man behind you.

Every muscle in your body was on fire and you could feel your limbs start to shake under the weight of your body. Obscene slurping and sucking sounds filled the room as Frankie chased your climax.

Like he was Ahab and it was his fucking white whale.

A string of curses tumbled from your lips as Frankie mumbled into your cunt—the friction from his facial hair starting to burn your skin in the most delicious way possible.

“That’s it—that’s it, baby. Give it to me. I want it. Give it to me.”

Suddenly it was like a thread snapped and a bomb had gone off in your ears. A loud ringing sensation took over your body as you felt your orgasm rip through your body. Your thighs shook violently and you could tell that if it weren’t for Frankie holding you up that you would have collapsed onto the bed ages ago.

The room was spinning as you felt your body float back down to earth. Frankie gently—and greedily—cleaning up from between your thighs. A soft whimper had him laying your body flat before he kissed his way up your spine.

His fingers brushed your hair from your neck before he gently kissed the base of it—trailing those kisses across your shoulder.

A soft smile danced on your face as you let your eyes flutter close. Frankie stayed at your side as he watched the way his fingertips ghosted gently up and down your back. You welcomed the moment of rest.

What felt like both half a second and a total eternity later, you heard Frankie’s voice cut through the post orgasm haze—an arrogant and cockiness to the tone that made your thighs squeeze together again.

“Mmm, you did so good for me, querida. Always so good for me…now I can’t wait to see how many times I can get you to cum on my cock.”

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[deepspacedukat]

I just thought about something Vulcans always have a logical answer for everything they do. All their pets are large predatory animals that could help defend them if need be and or be given to children to teach responsibility like Sehlats or an unnamed Vulcan bird of prey (think our falconers) to send messages. Just imagine what Vulcans would think if they saw a human with a strange pet that had no purpose and I’m not talking a dog or cat or ferret that can be used to hunt or keep pests at bay I’m talking Derpy goldfish in a tank, a garden snail or mouse that would actually count as the pest (I love mice and snails btw they aren’t pests but u know what I’m saying), or even a bug like a beetle, ant farm, or caterpillar.

If it were me I can imagine a Vulcan friend knocking on the door of my quarters to ask me a question like about anything: game/ movie night, a report, etc and asking their question while trying not to be distracted by the sound of water running in the background when the door finally opens. After the question is answered I can just see them trying not to look into my room cause it’s not polite and thinking I forgot and left a sink or bath running and with the desert climate of Vulcan I can see wasting resources like water being a HUGE pet peeve 😂

“Pardon me, but did you perhaps by accident leave the water on?”

“Huh?…” *💡* “ooooh that. Nah just the fish tank filter, it’s a waterfall filter”

“Fish tank?”

“Yeah lookie, it’s alright you can come in”

A minute of silence goes by as the vulcan blinks at the large fish tank, the fish show brief interest in hopes of getting food but soon go back to laying on the bottom or rooting around the substrate (I have corydoras a small bottom feeding shoalling catfish species, that’s pretty much all they do and act derpy 😂until they get evening zoomies and swim back and forth in the filter stream)

“What…is this?” The Vulcan gestures to the tank

“It’s a fish tank also known as aquarium and those are Corydora’s.”

“Ah. So your pets.” The human nods in reply and the Vulcan speaks up again “What purpose do they serve?”

“What do you mean?”

“What’s their function? Being aquatic they can not freely roam the room and eradicate pests. I also doubt they could provide any protection against intruders. What purpose do they serve?”

“Ooooh *laughs* nah they don’t do squat. They just swim around, eat, play, be derpy, and make a mess so I’ve got to clean their tank once a week.”

The Vulcan does that classic eye brow raise before slowly turning to face the human

“So not only do they not have a function but they make even more work for you?”

“Eh but I love them and would rather have my fishy friends then not. It’s therapeutic having something that needs me, even if it’s more work for me.”

“…” Vulcan deadpan

“…” Human stifles a laugh trying to mimic the emotionless deadpan expression

“I have a good acquaintance back on Vulcan who is having a hard time finding a mate as he is known to be, I believe the human expression is, high maintenance.”

“?”

“I believe you might be a good match.”

“…what’s this guy look like and what’s his personality type?”

—————-end————-

Omfg I love literally all of this! And the casual matchmaking at the end... *chef's kiss*

I honestly have no coherent thoughts to add to this, because my brain is imagining said "high maintenance" acquaintance. 👀 Don't misunderstand, the whole concept that you outlined above is amazing and I love it, but I am also inordinately curious about the Vulcan mans you dangled in front of me. 🙈 Yes, I'm ridiculous.

Anyway, I love this, Azora!! Thank you!!! 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

#deepspacedukat asks #azorastarr

[ursafootprints]

pray tell what are gone fishing and neighbor's cat flash about? heheheeheh and i can guess what aliens2electricboogaloo is huehuehuehue snippet? ououououo

and tell me about your color coding system? c:

(In regards to my WIP/snippet meme!)

gone fishing (NOT the actual title lmao) is my Starkercest AU where Peter does not tell his dad about his new superpowers because he wants to prove himself as a superhero first, and then is very, very irresponsible with his secret identity once Iron Man starts flirting with the new hero on the scene. (Or in other words, he catfishes his dad.) It has also literally been like 95% complete since June but I keep just not working on the only scene I have left to finish, you gotta love ADHD.

It was maybe one of the most awkward moments in his life full of awkward moments, but the next time Peter saw Iron Man on patrol, he did find the strength to take him aside and say, "About-- last time--" "Oh, we're going to talk about it," Iron Man said, and it was so hard to read his tone when he was in the suit, but Peter thought he sounded nervous. "Yeah, um," Peter said, rubbing at the back of his neck and trying to remember the script he'd come up with. "I'm-- sorry for running off like that, I know that wasn't-- super mature, but I just… panicked a little, because I'd never thought about… if you actually…" 'Wanted me' stuck itself under Peter's tongue and wouldn't come out, because thinking about someone wanting him still felt foreign and ridiculous and embarrassing, and he was agonizingly aware that he was talking to his dad in a way that he wished he would have been when Tony had kissed him, and when he didn't finish his sentence Tony shrugged.

neighbor's cat Flash is a SpideyFlash fic where Flash essentially annoys Spider-man into being friends with him (much like your neighbor's cat who pressgangs you into being their second owner even though you KNOW they're getting fed across the street because they just keep showing up at your door and aggressively demanding your attention,) and over time they turn into real friends(/Flash's immature hero crush becomes a very real and present crush) and it causes ~ripples~ for their dynamic at school because Flash stops being such an asshole under Spidey's influence. Lots of exploration of Flash's home life/internalized homophobia/things that I think would be interesting if they were influencing his canonical assholishness!

I don't have a genuine snippet to share because it's only in outline form, but it IS 100% outlined from beginning to end-- I'm not sure if I'll actually write it or just rework the outline into a bulletpoint fic, since I came up with the idea during the very narrow window between first getting into MCU Spider-man fandom and then pivoting H A R D to specifically Starker fandom, haha.

You know EXACTLY what aliens2electricboogaloo is lmao, but for everyone who doesn't, this is an idea of @king-of-kaoss's riffing on the scene in Infinity War where Peter's like, "if an alien lays eggs in my chest and I eat you, I'm sorry," and that's not exactly what happens but Peter DOES end up as a mutated monster alien thing and he makes it Tony's problem in a sexy way.

Peter crowded Tony against the wall and bent to bring those sharp teeth toward his throat, and if Tony couldn't believe how many things he'd survived just to get his throat ripped out by the mutated version of his own protégé, he was at least grateful that he wouldn't have to face May Parker's wrath at seeing what he'd allowed to happen to her nephew. And then Peter nuzzled into his neck, and said with a voice that was low and guttural and still somehow Peter's, "Mr. Stark, I think something's wrong with me."

Color-coding! It's kinda-sorta by ship, and then kinda-sorta by specific type of AU so that it's not just a wall of Starker-color? Green is complete, bright red is for whatever chapter of YNYD I'm currently writing (or, eventually, whatever my main priority at that time is, once I'm done with YNYD), deep red is Starker, purple is omegaverse ideas (so daddy long legs was also purple until I finished it), blue is Spiderio stuff and the lone yellow one is because it's Toomes/Peter. (That one and post-spiderio are ALSO Starker, but like, I gotta break up the wall of deep red somehow.)

Thank you for playingggg 💖💖💖

#ask games #ursa asks #half-baked ideas

[nerdieforpedro]

II - Lips and Tongue

Only Parts of you Mr. Morales

Frankie Morales x Belinda (plus size OFC)

This fic is for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 609

Summary: When Francisco and Belinda’s relationship changed last year.

Warnings: Agnst, longing, implied and actual sexual activity, Frankie Morales’ MOUTH, mention of infidelity

Notes: I’m pretty sure I know where this series is gonna go, but it could change as it often does when I write. 😊 The ideas are fast and furious.

Main Masterlist/ Frankie “Catfish” Morales Masterlist/ Only Parts of You Mr. Morales Series

Last year after Francisco returned from his month-long trip with his brothers in arms, he banged on Belinda’s door. The wee hours of the morning seem to be when poor decisions are made.

This is where things began.

When Belinda opened her door, she was greeted by a thin line where Frankie’s plush lips normally were. He parted them but said nothing. She stepped aside so he could enter. When he faced away from her, he spoke:

“Still no shoes in the house, right? Lo siento cariño (I’m sorry sweetheart).” He bends to removes his boots and looks up at her, bottom lip quivering. She’s unsure if he’s saying sorry to her or talking about something else entirely. He’s here but appears to be miles away.

Belinda invites him to shower in her bedroom, wash off a layer of whatever he might be burdened with. She says he can stay in her bed too; she doesn’t want him to be alone. Normally he’d talk more and be making jokes at Benny or Pope’s expense. He keeps biting his lips.

“If you don’t want to talk Fish, that’s fine. What else can I do? You want some food?” Her questions have him staring at her from her bathroom. She’s sitting on the bed in a plain gray shirt and red sleep shorts he’s seen the last few years he’s known her. Been inside her house and slept on her couch for various reasons. He’s thought about it often, but she’s always had someone better than him, but still not good enough for her.

Francisco knows he’s going to ask a taboo question between friends. One he shouldn’t be allowed to ask, not to someone who doesn’t have blood on their hands and who can sleep at night. “I don’t need any food. I need to eat. Can I eat you mi bizcochito (my little cake)?”

Belinda heard his question. She should have asked more questions or any questions. But Fish has made his way across the room and is kneeling down before her, soft lips pressing against the back of her hand, then on her thigh. Her hands lift his head and trace his lips, he flicks his tongue out with a smile. A man’s mouth should not be this devastatingly beautiful.

“Vente aqui (come here) Francisco. We’ll use each other.” Capturing his lips with hers was the beginning. The night ended after she soaked his tongue twice and Frankie held Belinda in his lap before falling asleep with her on top him. His tongue licked her neck making her groan while she slept.

In the morning, they agreed not to talk about it. It would be the one time only. Frankie thanked her for it.

Belinda had allowed him in, to love her as he knew how. He doesn’t know the words to say what he really wants. He’s convinced himself he has no right to her love or devotion.

Later that week his tongue would explore her folds again; he would show her this way. Maybe she would understand this way.

Belinda comprehends what Frankie makes her feel, that they still go out for drinks with everyone after he’s left marks from his sucking of her skin, covered by her clothes. She yearns more but has no idea what Fish wants from her other than to drink from her. She left her fiance shortly after Morales came back from his trip, citing that they just weren’t compatible. She’d never tell that nice man about the trembling lips that had her betray him.

She’s not any better than Frankie with thoughts muddled from those cushioned lips and supple tongue.

Hands Back

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