Janie

"You okay, baby?" You cooed. He was just so....pretty. Sunkissed hair damp from sweet, the ends curling. Face contorted in pleasure as you worked yourself up and down on his cock.

"Y-yeah. Y'just feel s'good," his words were slurred. But Rhett hadn't drank any alcohol tonight. No, he was drunk off of you, off of your pussy that had a vice grip on him.

"You're such a sweet cowboy." Raising yourself up until you were almost off his cock, you paused for a few moments before slamming down.

"F-fuck!" He thrusted upwards, cock spasming as he came undone, "Just l-like that...oh....God."

"That's not my name, but I'll allow it," you smirk, enjoying how his mouth hung open, nothing but groans falling out. His arms covered his face, something you'd have to reprimand him for later.

In the midst of the adrenaline-fueled chaos of the MMA live fight, you find yourself absorbed in the gripping action within the octagon.

The air crackles with excitement as the crowd roars in response to each thunderous strike and strategic grapple.

The man in the navy beaten cap, seated next to you, seems casually aloof as he sups his beer whilst engrossed in the fight. He’s already apologised twice to you for knocking your knees with his, or elbowing you, as he shifts and cheers excitedly.

He and his friends stand, hollering in unison, as the young fighter in the ring spars with his opponent and subdues them easily.

Beer from his plastic cup sloshes onto your knee, but you don’t mind. The atmosphere is electric and somewhat contagious.

He smiles softly at you around billowy curls tucked behind his ears, and leans into you over the noise of the crowd, offering to buy you one in apology for his persistent clumsiness.

The warm, chocolate eyes and patchy scruff sways you into agreeing.

He returns, two cold ones in his giant grip, fingertips brushing yours. He smiles again at you; eyes lingering on yours, before turning slightly in his seat to converse to his friend.

You become engrossed in chat with yours on the other side of you, when you catch the jumbotron switching to the kiss cam.

As the audience, initially caught off guard, transitions from cheers to raucous laughter as randoms in the crowds kiss, you and the man beside you exchange amused glances when you recognise your faces on the screen.

Your friends beside you cackle and his friends cheer and pat his back encouragingly.

You can’t help yourself, he’s incredibly attractive and smells so good when he leans in. He shrugs, suggesting, hinting; seeking permission.

You nod back, leaning in to press your lips on his.

His lips are soft under the moustache that lines them, and you expect only a quick peck.

But yet, neither of you pull away. You feel it all over your body as his lips graze yours and you instinctively reach for his face, thumb brushing through his fuzzy cheek.

He slips his tongue inside your mouth tentatively. You reciprocate, tasting him and the coolness of his tongue from the beer.

His large hand is felt on your shoulder, then at the back of your neck; pulling you closer, kissing with more intent.

Both of you are completely lost to it, to one another.

It takes you a moment to realise the whole arena is a cacophony of deafening cheers at your clinch on the big screen with this man. Your friends whoop and screech excitedly behind you.

Dreamily, you pull away giggling, feeling heated and tingly all over. His eyes are on yours, his face flushed and beaming at you.

He leans in again. Fuck, he smells so good.

You hear him over the crowd, his voice warm inside your ear.

“My name’s Frankie, what’s yours, querida?”

then, he shifts a leg over yours, his hand sliding between your thighs—his mouth slanting over yours as your hands find a home around his neck. and then it’s all expert teasing, perfect touches and deep strokes, because gotta get you ready for me, baby as he licks a strip down your jaw and neck.

warmth fans over your spine, building in your stomach as you try to buck into his touch—even if you know he’ll give you what you need. he always does.

he’s good like that. all long and thick fingers, slow in the way they pump in and out of you as though he’s trying to welcome your whimpers to the early hour gently.

but you’re already aching—all desperate. practically writhing in the sheets under him as his mouth slides down the curve of your breast, his lips wrapping around your nipple, tongue swirling, just as his fingers curl inside you.

and fuck—

you grasp his waist, brushing the silver scar he got in a jungle somewhere. the story dripped to you over time. like so many others when you’ve kissed every inch of him.

now you lightly touch this one, the one he used to flinch from you when you brushed it. now, if anything, he pays no mind. let’s you feel the past as you strum your pads over the stories embedded into his skin.

because his focus is on you and you alone. his eyes reading your expressions as though you're a heli dash. you’re sure he could read you blindfolded. he knows your body; is able to get it to places you hadn’t known were possible.

like now. how it’s thrumming, all awake and lively—a surprising development before coffee and a check of your morning emails. not that you’re complaining; you’d rather this every day—not just on the ones where life aligns.

because this is a rarity, a treat. today the two of you have nowhere to be. no place you’re expected or person waiting. so you know he’ll take his time. even as you rake your nails in his hair, urging him on, willing him to get you there. your breaths turning into moans, his name slipping past your lips—

then the base of his palm brushes over your clit, sparking stars behind your lashes. his name cutting into the air, all whiny and desperate as your nose captures the scent that is just him—all, earthy and just unapologetically frankie—as heat licks its way up your back.

it’s blistering, toes curling. your mouth parted in a silent moan as your legs tremble. feeling his hard length against you, but you’re so close. it all building and building. the wave crest rising, all set to crash—

his mouth latches onto yours, swallowing your disgruntled groan as he retracts his hand. releasing your mouth with a pop as he licks his fingers, tasting your, making your throat go dry.

“francisco morales.”

it’s a warning, even if it leaves your tongue as a wail.

and the smirk he gives you makes you flutter around nothing, wet, soaked—slick. all because of him. his look of don’t worry not making you calm down until he’s sliding himself over your body. hand hooking your leg up and over his hip.

his mouth slants over yours, passionate, needy. feeling him line himself up, tongue licking against your lower lip, before he’s pushing into you.

then it’s just bliss.

your mind blanking sounds silencing—lights blinding—just focused on how good it feels as his length strokes your walls, burying himself to the hilt. your fingers snaking in the curls at the base of his neck, mouth latching to his neck as your lungs sting for breath.

you’re full. feeling him drag himself out before thrusting back in. and you cling to him, more than a leg and an arm, you curl into him. feeling his breath on your face, the way his soft stomach flexes as he rolls his hips.

then, he lowers himself further, elbows digging down either side of your face, trapping you.

as if you ever wish to be anywhere other than with him. under him. on him. bent over by him.

his hips slowly rolling—fucking into you so deeply that with each thrust, your mouth falls open, ghosting your lips over his skin: chin, cheek, neck. the leg which is thrown around him is shaking because you’re drowning in it, in him–in how deep he is.

sweat seals your back to the sheets, as other beads collect on your collarbone, the valley between your breasts. and he just whispers that you’re doing so well, fingers lightly brushing your cheek. lips occasionally capturing yours as he does a different twist and thrust that catches you off guard.

you whine.

and whine.

him angling himself, assuring you in soft whispers that he’s got you, he’s always got you. and you meet his eyes, see it all in them—the desire, the endearment and everything in between.

and then it hits, crashes, smothers. you forget to breathe until your throat burns—strained and strangled as you moan his name. him just whispering that you’re so good, so good for me. feeling his fingers on your cheeks, pushing and guiding you through it as your hips wriggle, over-sensitive, over-stimulated as he only slowly rocks into you.

“¿puedes darme uno más, cariño?”

your mouth falling open, staring into blown-brown eyes—shimmering with lust and need and adoration.

and you nod.

because he gives you what you want—he always does—and you can give him another.

it’s the least you can do.

your lips saying as much as they latch to his, teeth nipping at his bottom lip. tasting his moan, and how much he wants you.

A large, callused hand gripped your ass, squeezing before lifting and falling back down quicker than you could prepare for it. ‘Frankieeee…’ He continued his not-so-gentle assault on your right ass cheek, basking in the reactions he was pulling out of you. With each collision, your pussy clenched down on him and he couldn’t help but moan out in ecstasy. ‘Goddamn, baby, so… SLAP!...fuckin…SLAP!...tight…SLAP!’

You were a mess. A beautiful, cock-drunken, sopping wet mess, grinding on his cock like your life depended on it. He could tell you were getting closer as your movements became quicker and more erratic. Frankie used the hand that rested on the back of your head, lacing his fingers into the hair nearest your scalp to pull your head back, wanting–no, needing to see you.

There was nothing he loved more than watching you come undone all over him. The way it broke you each time–he could probably get off just seeing you come everyday if he had to, it was that good. Your eyes were so low from the pleasure but still focused on his face, teeth biting into your bottom lip so hard it would likely be swollen when the two of you were finished up. ‘You gettin’ close, baby?’

He already knew the answer, he just wanted to hear you say it.

You maintained eye contact as you nodded quickly, hips still grinding hard atop his own. Another slap to your ass. ‘Words, baby.’ You loved when he demanded you to speak, especially when he knew you would have extreme difficulty attempting to get any actual words to leave your mouth. You just shook your head, eyes snapping shut and head lolling forward as you felt that intense sensation building within your core.

His hand tightened around a good amount of your hair, gripping it enough to pull your head back up. ‘Tell me.’ The filthy desperation evident all over his face had you swooning, wanting to do anything that would please him. ‘I’m so close, baby, I’m so close, please please please I wanna cum…’ The huge grin that graced his face showed you how satisfied he finally was with your words.

Frankie’s hands left both your ass and your hair and came up to cup your cheeks, not allowing you to look away again. ‘Good girl…keep going, just like that.’ You did just as you were told, chasing your high both for you and for your lover. That coil deep in your stomach was at its tightest, and all you could focus on was Francisco’s eyes, darkened with all his lust and love for you.

Two more rolls of your hips had you shaking and crying out in utter bliss. ‘Frankieee–oh my god!’ Your eyes closed again this time, and he didn’t mind much because he had more up his sleeve. As soon as he felt your rhythmic pulsing on his cock, he saw that as an opportunity to increase your pleasure ten times over.

His hands came down to your hips, gripping tightly as he planted his feet down on the mattress underneath. Before you could even realize what was happening, you were leaning forward, bracing your hands on his chest, and Frankie was already pounding–so hard, and so deep–up into you. The tip of his cock kissed that button deep within you over and over again, never fully allowing your orgasm to fade. ‘Yeahhh, baby, you can take it, I’ve got you…’

His words echoed in your ears as you felt yourself getting higher on all the love he was giving you. Your head felt damn near empty in mere seconds, falling backwards while you remained mostly upright and bouncing on his cock.

The sight of your glistening body on top of him, entirely at his mercy–he wished the two of you would’ve filmed this. Instead, he has to just touch and observe every single little thing you do, committing it all to his memory, just in case he never gets to experience this sort of euphoria again in his life.

His cock was so hard, it had been that way since the two of you had gone out for dinner earlier in the evening. And it had stayed that way all throughout; by the time you made it back home, he was red, throbbing and nearly bursting out of his jeans. Once you saw how needy he was, you immediately got on your knees and sucked and licked Frankie like there was no tomorrow, like your last dying wish was just to simply please your man.

Now, he was ready to cum again. This time, however, he only wanted to release deep inside your perfect pussy, filling you up until there was absolutely nothing left.

One hand left your hip and came up to your breast, gently squeezing and caressing the soft mound. A high-pitched mewl left your mouth as he fondled with you, teasing you. Fingers gripped your nipple, pinching and sending more pleasure through your body. His hips continued their relentless pace for a few more moments.

Francisco felt himself teetering along the edge, getting closer and closer but somehow still wanting to last. And then, you said it.

‘Cum in me, daddy…’

All patience was lost then.

His hips stuttered, changing the angle just a tiny bit, hitting your spot better, faster, and harder than it had been before. A sob, louder than he’s heard before, escaped your lips as you clenched and quivered around him. His fingers were still latched and pinching onto your nipple, everything stimulating your brain oh-so-much. Suddenly, you both began to feel warm liquids, splashing between your bodies, making everything wetter and sloppier.

‘Jesus christ…Good girllll, good girl, squirting all over me like that–fuck yes..’

Sounds of your lovemaking filled the room; your loud, echoing cries, Frankie’s murmurs of praise to your body, and the pornographic sounds of him entering and leaving your soaked folds, over and over again.

Just a moment after you squirted on his cock, he was letting go. Your warmth had been squeezing so tightly, and then to add the extra warmth and wetness? There was no way he could continue to hold back. You felt it all, the throbbing of his cock in you, all his cum–so much cum–pumping deep inside you.

His pace slowed down shortly after and you leaned forward, tucking yourself back away into his neck. Your hips moved slowly up and down his length, draining him for all he had. ‘So good, baby, so fucking good–this pussy is heaven, oh my fucking God!’

The both of you came down, slowly and quietly—still trembling, you still moving only slightly just to hear his moans in your ear. He sounded so beautiful, so perfect when he came–and even more so when he was overstimulated. He only allowed you to continue for a few minutes before grasping onto your hips to keep you still.

You chuckled and obeyed, deciding to instead plant kisses on him; his neck, behind his ear, his chest and shoulders, and then back up to his jaw and face. Soft lips met your own and you sighed into his mouth, feeling at peace. You knew he’d want you to get up in a bit to clean up, so you decided to savor this moment. Tongues lazily wrestling the other, while your sweaty body still laid atop his, cock softening inside while both of your releases dripped down your thighs and onto the sheets.

‘I love you.’

‘I love you too.’

…

‘So you’re a squirter, huh?’

soooo... first fic posted! likes, comments, and reblogs are very appreciated if u enjoy this story!! i don't have a specific schedule right now, but i do have a few fics lined up for some other pedro characters and bucky barnes (mostly). feel free to leave any feedback or requests/suggestions, i don't mind!

Go camping, they said.

It’s gonna be fun, they said.

Sure it was fun, having to carry heavy bags through the woods, swarmed by insects. Her skin itched and her muscles burned, trying to keep her annoyed groans at bay.

Tripping over the roots of trees, scratching her skin open on bushes and smaller branches.

She told Frankie as much. How much she fucking loved camping already.

“C’mon, baby, we ain’t even there yet and you wanna complain already?” Frankie responded, that bright, beautiful smile still on his face. As always, it was like nothing could ever really dampen his mood. “You’ll love it, cariño, trust me.”

She huffed, readjusting the backpack on her back before stepping over a large branch, almost tripping. His hands immediately shot out to her, ready to catch her should she fall.

Like always, so quick to react when something happened.

“It better, right now I really don’t like it.” She said, brushing some hair out of her face, then swatting away some more mosquitoes.

He laughed, smacking her ass as she walked ahead and past him, just grinning when she looked back to glare daggers at him.

Finally at the campsite, she was glad to let the heavy bags fall, even though it was nothing compared to what Frankie was carrying, his muscles flexing, biceps bulging as he threw his load down.

Still all smiles, looking through the bags.

While he had wanted to start on putting up the tent immediately, she took a moment to walk around, just checking out the view.

It was beautiful, if he put up the tent just how he planned to, they would have a perfect view on the lake that stretched out before her. A breathtaking sight, the sun reflecting off the blue surface, a few ducks disturbing the stillness of the water by drawing ripples into it.

He really had picked a wonderful place to camp, even if she wasn’t entirely sold on the idea of it yet.

But just being with him here was good enough for her right now.

“Oh fuck.” She heard behind her, spinning around to see Frankie rummage through the bag the tent was in, the dark green fabric already splayed out next to him. “Seriously?”

Walking back to him, she heard him sigh heavily, kneeled on the ground as he kept looking.

“What is it, baby?” She asked, a little concerned. Everything seemed fine to her as she looked at the splayed out equipment. Had they forgotten something important?

“Missing some fucking pegs.” He said, searching through another bag in the hopes of finding them. “Must’ve fallen out or something.”

Crouching down next to him, she took the ones he had gathered in her hand. “Won’t these be enough?”

She really had no idea about any of this, what they had looked just fine to her. But he was the expert.

Frankie gave up with a long sigh, moving to get started, picking up the tent.

“Might be.” A long groan left him, rubbing a hand over his face. “But looks like we’re missing a tent pole or two, too. So let’s hope the thing doesn’t collapse in the middle of the night.”

She went to help him, letting him instruct her what to do. Settling to put the tent poles in.

“I told you to check if we had everything, you know…” A small smirk was on her lips, which earned her a gentle squeeze of her ass.

“Yeah, yeah, just help me get this thing up, baby.”

She giggled.

“I can help you get another thing up.”

Looking up at him, he just shook his head with a wide grin, continuing to put everything together.

It took a little longer than either of them expected to set up the tent, but in the end they managed, even if it was a little wobbly.

She was sure it would do for the two nights they had planned to stay here. Even if Frankie wasn’t entirely convinced about that, he just hoped for the best.

While he moved on to get the air mattresses set up, she walked around to gather some smaller branches to make a fire.

Frankie had promised her a campfire and she was more than just excited to get one going.

It had been one of the main points to get her sold on this little weekend trip.

Honestly, she was most excited to cuddle with him, maybe make some toasted marshmallows.

It would be fun. 

Wrapped up in some blankets, cozy and quiet while listening to the fire crack.

Maybe all the insects and scratches could be forgotten.

By the time they had managed to get a fire going, the sky had darkened. Not only just because of the sun setting, a soft orange glow shimmering on the water, but also because dark clouds had started to make their way over.

They ignored it for now, huddled on a camping chair together, a blanket around them and sharing a marshmallow.

“Maybe it’s gonna pass.” She said, cupping his jaw and kissing his cheek as he held another sweet treat into the fire. Thunder rumbled in the distance, letting her look up, feeling a little less optimistic. “It better pass.”

His hand smoothed over the curve of her ass, humming.

“Sure. It’ll just pass so I can make you more of these.” Frankie said, pulling the lightly toasted marshmallow out of the fire and presenting it to her.

She smiled, taking it off of the stick with her mouth before leaning closer to him, wiggling her brows.

Frankie understood, biting into it and chuckling at their little Lady and the Tramp moment, kiss and all.

Meeting in the middle, lips slotting against the others’.

She laughed too, swallowing the sweet, caramelly treat  before kissing him again, deeper this time.

He tasted like caramel and beer, his beard tickling her. 

Careful not to knock his cap off of him.

Putting away the stick, his other hand wandered over her thigh, up and down in a slow motion.

“See, camping ain’t that bad, baby.” He said with a wide grin. Almost cocky, knowing he was proving her wrong right now. It was all fine. “We should test those mattresses, see if they’re any g-”

His words were cut off by the sudden downpour of water on them, making her gasp in surprise and scramble to move off of him.

“Fuck!” She yelled, the cold rain drenching her almost immediately, thunder cracking above them, lightening the sky as she quickly ran over to their tent, Frankie following close behind.

Once inside, kneeling on the hard floor, she threw the sopping blanket off of her, looking over at him.

“Camping ain’t that bad?” She repeated his words, laughing in disbelief, seeing how drenched he was. “You wanna repeat that, Frankie?”

He just looked back at her, taking his button down off, leaving him in a dark t-shirt that now clung to his body.

There was a moment of silence between them, only the sound of the rain hitting their tent hard above them, before they both broke out in laughter.

Of course this happened to them. It just had to.

Missing tent pieces, some bruises and now soaked by the rain.

What else could go wrong.

“You look pretty when you’re wet.” He laughed, making her roll her eyes in response as she wrung out her hair.

“Funny.” She said, voice dripping with sarcasm. Taking off her cardigan, she threw it at him, spraying him with water when he caught it. 

Suddenly, he was on her, pulling her into him as he kissed her, tongue slipping into her mouth when she gasped. His hands roamed over her body, settling on her ass.

“Still wanna test out those mattresses?” She asked, her fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “Or do we have to fear them exploding or something?”

He laughed, raising his arms so she could take his shirt off, her fingers on his chest immediately.

“They’re pretty sturdy.” He took off her tank top, cupping her breasts through her bra. The whimper that left her was music to his ears. “But let’s see if they can handle us.”

The thin material let her hard nipples poke through, making her moan as he brushed his thumbs over them.

“If they don’t, I’m never going camping with you again, Francisco.” She said, cupping his cheeks and pulling him against her, sounds muffled.

Frankie made quick work of her bra, leaving her shivering in the cold air, moving to lay her down on the bed.

They felt nice, different but not too bad.

“I like these.” She giggled, the air moving in the mattress when he hovered over her, making her wiggle around. “Good pick.”

His lips attached to her neck, hungry and passionate, leaving some bruises to bloom later, his hands cupping and groping at her breasts.

Like he had never touched them before, fingertips rough against her soft skin.

They both flinched when thunder cracked above them, taken out of the moment for a few seconds, wondering if this tent would hold up.

“Nothing more romantic than fucking during a thunderstorm.” He joked, drawing her back in with a soft laugh. “Just the right atmosphere.”

Her hands found the button of his pants, opening them.

“Can do that at home, too, Frankie.” She said, smirking. “Nothing special about that while camping.”

He smiled against her skin, dragging his nose all the way up which he had just kissed down, finding the corner of her mouth.

“It wouldn’t feel the same, cariño.”

Just before she could reach into his pants, he sat back on his haunches and opened her jeans.

“Oh sorry, forgot the mosquito bites and the scratches and the fact that I’m fucking soaked but it’s not your work at all. Adds just the right touch.” 

He grinned, pulling off her pants, throwing the wet denim behind him somewhere.

Her panties swiftly followed, hands pressing her legs open by the inside of her knees.

“I’d say this is all my work.” Two of his fingers ran through her soaked folds, making her squirm and throw her head back. “Pretty, little pussy. Bet you can take me already, querida.”

He pressed them against her entrance, applying just a little bit of pressure.

“Frankie- Fuck, please, baby.” 

When he pushed inside, she tensed up a little, her hand coming to grab his wrist. Not to stop him, just to make him slow down as he stretched her open.

“Knew you could take me, just breathe, baby.” He said quietly, barely audible over the rain still hammering onto the tent. “How’s that feel?”

It felt good, amazing. Legs opening wider, feeling him slowly drag his fingers in and out of her, humming lowly.

“Really good.” She said, biting her lip. “But I want your dick, Francisco.”

His fingers flexed inside of her and she would have laughed at the reaction he had to her saying his full name, if only he wasn’t hitting that sweet spot inside her that let her moan loudly.

“Was hopin’ I could get some late night snack first.”

That made her laugh, rolling her eyes.

He sped up just a little, feeling her clench around him.

“Can eat me out all you want later, but I want you to fuck me first, baby.” She almost whined when he curled his fingers again, back arching. “Let me see your cock, Frankie, wanna feel it.”

She sounded so desperate, voice so small with the thunder still raging on, that he couldn’t resist, pulling his fingers out of her.

His pants and underwear quickly joined the pile behind them, and soon enough he was nestled between her legs, pressing his hips forward slowly, making her gasp while he kissed down her neck.

“Shit, you’re so tight.” He moaned, hoisting one of her legs over his shoulder, the sound making goosebumps appear on her skin.

Or maybe it was the cold, only now feeling warmer with his chest close to hers.

If there was one thing she would never get used to, it’s how fucking big Frankie was, stretching her just right and always hurting just a little no matter how well he prepared her.

And with her leg over his shoulder he only felt bigger, making her whimper.

“And you’re fucking big.” She said, watching the slight blush on his cheeks.

He loved hearing it, but it always got him a little red in the face, chuckling quietly.

Her hands moved to his sides when he pulled almost all the way out of her before slamming back in, making her cry out and dig her nails into his skin.

“Francisco, fuck!” 

He did it again, setting a slow, but rough pace, filling her completely and making her head spin when his lips found hers.

Still tasting of caramel and beer, which only made her hungry.

“You sound so sweet when I’m fucking you.” He said, groaning loudly when she squeezed him tight. “Love hearing you, querida, you’re so stunning.”

Rambling already, he was so easy to get drunk on pussy and she loved it, moaning and gasping his name as he pounded into her, his own impatience making him speed up.

Making that coil tighten inside of her. 

No longer feeling cold. Quite the opposite, burning up from the inside.

When he sat up, pulling her other leg over his shoulder too, he watched how her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her back arching off the mattress.

Moving just a little differently to change the angle, he had her squirming underneath him, their sounds echoing in the small space.

“Baby, please-” She whimpered, groping her own breasts as he held her legs up, kissing the inside of her knees. 

Not much left, just a tiny little more.

“I got you, querida, c’mon.” He rasped, feeling her spasm around him, not too far from the edge himself. “Want you to soak my dick, c’mon.”

When he bent over her again, the pain of the position delicious as she felt the stretch in her legs, he kissed her hard. The coil snapped, making her cry out and dig her nails into him so hard she thought she was breaking skin.

“Frankie, fuck- Fuck!” She trembled, bent in half beneath him, still pounding into her at a rough pace. “Francisco!”

That did him in, pushing his hips against hers and staying there, spilling himself inside of her and swallowing her moans, his own slipping into her mouth.

“Baby, fuck-”

When he stopped twitching inside her, he gently moved to let her legs down, kissing her deeply now that they were coming down from their highs.

The rain had finally stopped, the thunder more distant and only a few drops hitting their tent now, dripping off the trees.

It was peaceful. 

Nice, even.

Just wrapped up in one another, limbs tangled.

Frankie kissed along her jaw, soft gentle kisses as she cupped his cheeks, keeping him close to her.

“See, camping really ain’t that bad.” He repeated himself from earlier, laughing.

That wonderful laugh she adored so much, the corner of his eyes crinkling a little.

She was just joining in, giggling loudly when suddenly their tent came down on them, making both of them yell out in surprise.

For a moment they each just cursed under their breath, with Frankie holding up the roof just high enough so he could see her.

When they locked eyes, they both began laughing, the whole thing so ridiculous they couldn’t not laugh.

“You need to stop saying that, baby.” She said, tears in her eyes and her stomach hurting, barely noticing that he was pulling out of her. “First the rain and now this.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” He responded, acting all innocent as he sat up, pulling her up as well. “Camping isn’t-”

She slapped a hand over his mouth, shushing him with a giggle.

“Stop! I don’t wanna hear a loud bang and find the truck has exploded when we get back!”

“The loud bang already happened…” He said, almost sheepishly now.

God, he was adorable like this.

“Wanna sleep outside? We got more blankets?” He suggested, still holding up the tent, his arm slowly growing tired.

She shrugged her shoulders.

“Why the fuck not.”

So they got up, laying down a blanket in the dirt before moving the mattress on top of it, the tent just a little pile now as they threw all the pillows and blankets out.

The air wasn’t too chilly, but nice and crisp after the storm, and the sky was visible over the lake as they quickly hopped into bed, still laughing at how stupid all of this was.

His head rested on her chest and she wrapped her arms around his broad frame, feeling heavy on her but finding it a welcome weight.

This was nice. Looking up at the stars, naked under the covers and his warm body on top of hers.

His hand caressing her side, mouth finding her neck again.

“I know you’re thinking it, Frankie. Don’t say it.” She giggled, her hand threading through his hair. “If we get another rainshower at night I’ll blame that on you.”

He just laughed, patting her hip.

“I’ve never said a damn thing.”

She hummed, burying her nose in his hair.

Go camping, they said.

It’s gonna be fun, they said.

Maybe they were right.

Camping could be kind of fun.

“You like that, don’t you?” he mumbles, continuing to kiss up your neck and finding your lips again, his eyes are dark as he looks down on you, shifting his body again and you feel the rigid length of his hard cock against your thigh. “I like leaving little marks on you, like seeing them on you the next day, letting others see that you’re mine.” His voice is dark and low, a possessive tone he doesn’t often use. “I want you to feel the bruise tomorrow and know I made you feel so good, know how much I love making you feel this good.” 

He climbs over you, pushing your thighs apart as he rolls his hips against your soaked panties, drawing a loud moan from you that makes him smile. He holds his weight on his arms, his hands on either side of your head, and his sheer size makes you feel tiny under him as he looks down at you, his dark eyes locked on yours as he rolls his hips again. Your body arches of its own volition as you whimper and your head falls back, exposing your neck to Frankie who drops down and lets his tongue drag across it, tasting the salt on your skin, before he finds that delicious spot just under your ear. He presses his soft lips to it, letting the tip of his tongue lap over it before he pulls away a little bit. 

Somewhere I can be loved

Where I don't have to run away from my flaws

And I don't have to be afraid of my thoughts

With this high, this high that I've been chasing

you had severely fucked up. yes, joel called you childish, but he hadn’t meant it the way you took it as. it was ironic how you’d reassure joel about y’all’s age gap but allowed it to control your behavior earlier.

your boot kicked into the dirt beneath it while a grunt of frustration came from your throat. “God dammit!” one hand rested on your hip while the other held your forehead. at the moment, you couldn’t understand the underlying cause of your intense feelings. all you knew was that something was off about jenny, even if no one else saw it. there was just this… feeling you got from her.

to spare yourself further embarrassment from those passing by or shamelessly watching, you turned and walked towards the stables. you still had patrol with him despite y’all’s argument, so you had no choice but to grab june from her stall. what you hadn’t expected was to see jenny brushing your horse’s coat.

“Oh—! Hey, (Y/N)! Joel told me to get a horse, so I was about to take this one. I saw Joel riding this one and how tame it was.” jenny spoke with a soft smile upon her face as she continued to groom june. “You can’t take this one.” you grabbed ahold on june’s lead and gently pulled her in your direction. “Is she hurt? I didn’t see her get any injuries during our patrol yesterday, so she should be fine to ride, right?” you stayed silent, which didn’t go unnoticed to jenny. she didn’t take too kindly to that and sighed before breaking the silence. “Look, Joel asked me to go on patrol with him today, so I really—” “He what?!” your head snapped towards the gorgeous woman as your brows furrowed.

“Jesus fucking Christ— first, you want my boyfriend, now you want my fucking horse? I said no. You cannot take my damn horse, now get your hands off of her.” you seethed with pure anger at the girl. You hadn’t realized how long the two of you had been there when you heard your name being roughly called behind you. joel must’ve came to see what was taking jenny so long with grabbing a horse that he had seen your outburst. “Jenny, I’ll bring you a horse and meet you at the gate.” joel’s eyes stayed glued to your face, his arms crossed over his chest. “Joel, honestly it’s fine—” joel cut jenny off before she could finish, “No, it’s not fine. Go.” jenny so slightly jolted at his tone before walking out while giving joel an apologetic look.

after a few long seconds passed and joel was sure she was out of earshot, his nostrils flared. “I don’t know what the fuck your problem is, but you will not treat her that way.” you weren’t sure why joel was so adamant on defending her, and your confusion showed in your demeanor. your body recoiled away from the tone he was speaking to you with. “Are you serious right now?” you scoffed and narrowed your eyes at the man in front of you.

“She just got here and you’re treating her like shit. As far as I know, that girl hasn’t done a thing to you for you to be acting like this.” he had a point. although she hadn’t directly done anything towards you, you still didn’t feel comfortable with how close she had gotten to him. “Why are you fighting so hard for her? God, if you defend her any harder, I’d think you fucking liked her.” joel wasn’t too fond of how jealous you were acting when in reality, it was fear.

“Are you hearing how you sound right now? I don’t know why you’re being so insecure, but it’s making you disgustingly possessive and it’s extremely unattractive.” your face contorted into something else, something softer. that familiar burn began to sting behind the bridge of your nose as you looked at joel. “You don’t mean that..” the last thing you wanted was to be clingy and possessive. sure, you knew you were territorial, but you didn’t expect it to get this out-of-hand.

“You know I’ve never given you shit about your age, but I didn’t expect you to be this immature about me having another female friend.” your bottom lip began to tighten and quiver from his verbal assault. he’s never spoken to you quite like this, especially ripping into one of your biggest insecurities in y’all’s relationship.

after a few minutes of silence, a few fat, hot tears trailed down your cheeks. “You know what?” you wiped your nose with your sleeve (actually joel’s, it was a flannel he gave you) and sniffled, “You’re absolutely right. I’m very sorry that I treated your friend like that.” you nodded with slight disbelief and disappointment before raising your brows and planting a fake smile upon your lips. “In fact, she can take my horse since it matters that much to you. What’s mine is hers, you’ve made that abundantly clear.” before joel could hurdle another hurtful comment your way, you roughly brushed past him and fled from the uncomfortable space.

when the outbreak happened, you were essentially alone from the start. as an eight year old girl, you were extremely scared to have been pushed onto a crowded bus with your parents. y’all were in a very unorganized community, but it was shelter none the less. when FEDRA raided it, you were fourteen. your father was quick to defend you and your mother from their harsh grips upon y’all’s skin. despite his effort, a FEDRA soldier wasted no time with putting a bullet in his head.

your mother died when you were nineteen. if you had to explain her cause of death, you’d say it was from a broken heart. maybe it was from the never-ending hopelessness that FEDRA constantly served their ‘citizens’, or maybe it was the exhaustion of having to keep going, to keep trying. all you knew was that you couldn’t stay at the shitty QZ anymore, you had to leave if you wanted to survive.

the night after your mother passed, you packed all of your essentials as well as weapons that you had traded for some rations and alcohol your mother had fermented (she would use whatever extra bread and fruit you guys had to make it). with your rifle slung over your back and a pistol shoved in an old leather holster upon your belt, you snuck out of the QZ and become a lone wolf.

after years of trial and error and dropping bodies, you finally came across joel at the ripe age of 24. you had your fair share of shitty groups that tried to backstab you (a few had succeeded), so you were not fond of the idea of him. with the barrel of your pistol pointed towards his figure, you saw his hands raise in the air in defense (knowing joel now, you know he wouldn’t have done that if he had been alone). behind him appeared a frightened girl that stood frozen with fear.

you remembered the first time he confessed any sort of affectionate feelings towards you. it was almost a year after initially meeting. you had been rushed by a clicker, and lo and behold, your pistol was jammed. joel was quick enough to lay a fat shotgun shell into its head before roughly yanking your body up. his arms had wrapped around your body as he reassured you with loving words.

And something's got a hold on me

They don't see the world I see

Heartbeat in my chest feels weak

It's really startin' to weigh on me, yeah

it wasn’t unusual to see heads turn at the presence of joel, especially women (although their reasons were different). this didn’t bother you much, though. joel made it very clear that he was yours from the way he often worshipped your body like a follower devoting themself to their deity. sometimes, you’d get a wild hair up your ass and get jealous, but joel would shut that thought down as soon as he noticed it.

things were fine. you, joel, and ellie had a place to call home in a quaint little house within jackson’s walls. y’all were able to eat 3 meals a day and roam the streets without fearfully watching your back for any raiders or infected. ellie was able to quickly make friends upon initially arriving to jackson, and joel reunited with his younger brother that he had been desperately searching for since the outbreak began. you and joel were able to be as normal as a couple could be these days.

things were fine.

that was until the addition of a new face to jackson. of course, due to your and joel’s weary nature, the two of you typically kept y’all’s guard up in regards to people y’all weren’t close to (like maria, tommy, and ellie). the three of y’all formally met the woman at the tipsy bison. initially, you had no idea it was a woman, but both maria and tommy thought you would benefit from gaining a new friend in jackson.

“Joel— hey! Over here!” tommy loudly called out to two of you, not addressing you due to knowing you guys were a package deal and essentially one being. joel glanced over at you before briefly tilting his head towards tommy’s direction. “C’mon, darlin’.” joel was always gruff, but the small upwards quirk of his lips told anyone outside of the conversation that he was content.

ellie ran off to a group of people her age, making sure to stay in y’all’s line of sight. tommy and maria sat in their usual spot that y’all frequented from time to time. the only thing that was unfamiliar was the new face. they must be new. “I have someone I want you guys to meet. Joel, Y/N, this is Jennifer. She’s new to Jackson, so make sure to make her feel at home.” tommy spoke, a hand set upon jennifer’s shoulder as he announced her presence. “You can just call me Jenny. It’s a pleasure to meet you two.” jenny spoke, a sweet smile taking place upon her lips.

she was beautiful. jenny had brown wavy hair that stopped right at her elbows, freckles that littered her tanned skin, and hazel eyes that looked like they held the earth itself.

you didn’t know why, but you began to feel an itch of jealousy. shoving down those feelings, the two of you politely shook her hand. there was a slight issue though: she was sat on your and joel’s usual side of the booth. it began to obviously hang in the air when you glanced back and forth from the space and joel. jenny followed your gaze before her eyebrows rose in embarrassment. “Oh goodness— I’m sorry! Let me get up—“ jenny exclaimed and began to get up. you felt at ease to see jenny’s acknowledgement of you and joel’s partnership before hearing joel’s voice cut through the awkward tension. “Don’t worry about it, I can stand or pull up a chair.” your brows slightly furrowed at his words. you knew he was being polite like a true gentleman, but it slightly struck something in you.

throughout the night, y’all found out that jenny had been from san antonio, not too far from joel’s place in austin. the topic of texas was familiar for joel and tommy, and they soon engaged in conversation with their experiences. you were from houston, so it was familiar to you as well.

they began to speak about san marcos and the rivers that ran through the terrain. you had been a few times, but you didn’t frequent it as much as the three of them had. “You know, Galveston is pretty nice. The water looked like shit, but the strand was super fun to walk along.” you joked with a small laugh, but it didn’t seem to stick for too long. “I haven’t been! I usually spent my summer floating down the river with an ice cold beer. I don’t think you can do that at the beach, sharks and what not.” jenny acknowledged what you said with a smile and a friendly shrug of her shoulders until joel and tommy continued on with talking about their activities. “No way! Joel and I loved floating the river! We’d get one nasty sun burn the next day, but it was totally worth it.” well, there went your attempt at inserting yourself in the conversation.

it started to get late, so y’all said your goodbyes. ellie had already headed back to the house, so it was just you and joel. as the two of you walked back to y’all’s house, he spoke up. “She seemed nice. I think you two would get along.” joel playfully bumped his shoulder into your own with a quirk of his lips. “Yeah, maybe.” you spoke and gave him a half-assed smile before averting your eyes towards the ground.

monday rolled around, which meant it was time for the apocalypse version of a nine to five. sometimes, you’d go on patrol with joel and check the perimeter. other days, you’d work on the garden and harvest some crops for the community. today, you were supposed to be partnered with joel. after you saddled and straddled your favorite horse, june, you approached the gates for your shift. tommy and joel had been stood in their usual spots, but this time, jenny had been accompanying them. “Mornin’, (Y/N)! Me and Joel were talking and thought that maybe he could take Jenny on a patrol today to show her the ropes.” Your brows furrowed in not only confusion but frustration. “I— I’m sorry? And you decided to tell me just now?” you hadn’t meant to sound so snarky, but there was a system of how things were done.

you hopped off of june and put a hand on your hip. joel furrowed his own brows at your impolite behavior, crossing his arms over his chest. “You know what, that’s fine. I’m sorry, I just don’t like sudden changes, y’know?” you lifted your hands apologetically before grabbing june’s lead. you were stopped by tommy’s voice stating that she would need a horse. oh hell no. “Joel, give her your horse. You can take June.” this was not something you were willing to negotiate. no one else but your circle would touch your horse, and that was a promise.

before you could get even more annoyed with the situation, you walked away towards the green house.

during your time in the greenhouse, sour thoughts of this morning flooded your conscious. you grumbled to yourself with annoyance as you roughly pulled out some ripe vegetables from the soil. you would have to exchange some words with joel later on about the situation. it’s not that you had a problem with someone else taking your shift, you just didn’t understand why they separated you and joel for another woman. you were very territorial, so it definitely struck a nerve.

you had lost track of time, only noticing how much had passed from the orange hues painting the sky. around this time, the two of you would be getting back from patrol. dusting yourself off with your hands, you stood to your feet and put your tools up before leaving the greenhouse.

because joel had to update tommy on the patrol, you decided to go back home and get started on dinner. ellie had been in her room reading a comic book you had found on patrol a while back and given to her. you took out vegetables from the fridge as well as rabbit meat from the freezer. tonight, y’all would have stew.

as you were finishing up, ellie had came downstairs a bit ago and was talking your ear off. as soon as joel walked in, you nodded your heads towards the staircase at ellie in a silent order to go to her room for a moment.

“How was patrol?” you bit the inside of your cheek after you spoke and continued to sir the spoon inside the pot. “It was good. I showed Jenny the ropes and taught her how to do a proper patrol.” setting down the spoon on the counter, you turned towards joel with your arms crossed over your chest. “Joel, I mean this as nice as possible, but don’t let that happen again please. I understand she needed to be taught, but Tommy or somebody else could’ve done that. You know we always patrol together when it’s my day to. I really didn’t appreciate the last minute change.” He rose his eyebrows in slight surprise before nodding. “You’re right. It wasn’t right to tell you last second, but I had only found out right before you did.” Joel took heavy steps towards you before pressing his lips upon your forehead. “I’m sorry, baby.” you couldn’t stay mad at him, especially when he showed affection towards you. “It’s alright. I love you.” You spoke and pecked his lips as he responded with ‘I love you too, darlin’’ against your own.

once the air wasn’t so tense, joel called ellie down for dinner. you fixed their portions before setting it down on the table in front of them. that night, y’all ate together like a family.

the rest of the week went smoothly. until it didn’t. you took a look at the new schedule for the next month only to see that jenny had patrols with joel. “What the fuck?” you seethed to yourself before slamming the clipboard back onto the desk and storming out. you weren’t sure what pissed you off more, the fact that she had patrols with him or that they were on days that you and joel didn’t have patrols together. sure, joel was scheduled with tommy as well, but she didn’t like that jenny was getting even a sliver of time alone with him.

before you could even think of what you were doing, you were in front of tommy and chewing his ass out. “Tell me you had an aneurysm or something because your brain must be scrambled to put her together with Joel. Especially on my days in the greenhouse? It’s like you guys just want to piss me off.” joel had been walking up and caught a glimpse of your angry demeanor. “Woah— what’s going on here?” joel questioned before you waved your hand towards tommy. “This jackass put you and Jenny together on patrols damn near every day I’m not.” tommy knew you weren’t degrading him, as you two often joked with each other. although this was out of pure frustration, he didn’t take offense. tommy looked over at joel with wide eyes and raised eyebrows, his mouth opening to speak until joel beat him to it.

“I told him to.” it was your turn to reflect tommy’s expression, your brows raised in confusion. “Excuse me? Why would you do that?” joel put his hands on his hips and popped his slutty lil knee out before speaking again. “Because she doesn’t really know anybody else. Besides, she needs to be trained more.” you were taken aback at the way he was essentially treating her like a clueless child. “Joel, she’s not a fucking kid. She could easily go with anyone else.” tommy awkwardly and slowly backed away from the two of you before turning around and leaving like a dog with his tail tucked between his legs. joel’s own eyebrows furrowed at your words because why were you acting like this? “(Y/N), you’re being extremely rude right now. That girl does not have any friends here, and with all due respect, those idiots couldn’t train her any better than me.” you scoffed at his words and rolled your eyes. “Okay, but on my days off of patrol? Like, why are you splitting your time between me and her?”

Din Djarin

↳ @loquaciousferret

Din doesn’t get the opportunity to eat you out as much as he would like, purely due to the logistics involved with ensuring it is perfectly dark and to have the time and space to apply a blindfold to you. You honestly don’t mind that it isn’t often, and it seems to frustrates him more than it does you. He is a selfless and generous person and wishes he could take this into the bedroom too.

All this considered, it does mean he really takes his time whenever he does get the opportunity. He will be patient and spend what seems like hours pulling multiple orgasms from you, never stopping until the point where you are the one begging for him to stop and just fuck you.

“Please- Din, please. I need you.”

“You have me, mesh’la. I’m right here.”

You whined, his facial hair tickled at your inner thighs as he spoke gently, his voice sending vibrations through your core.

When he did eventually fuck you after eating you out, the pleasure was intensified for you both. With you blindfolded, he could kiss and worship all of your body, and take in your subtle facial expressions without his visor obscuring his view.

“So beautiful, cyar’ika. I could stay here with you like this forever.” And he truly wishes he could.

Javier Peña

↳ @tightjeansjavi

Javi Peña eats your pussy wherever, and whenever he wants. You could be at the office, legs spread over his desk, his hands deliciously holding your thighs apart as he devours your sweet cunt. Thank god it’s only you two working late hours because your moans are free falling around the room, bouncing off the walls. You can hear him groaning in content at your sweet taste along his tongue. Even as his jaw goes slack, he continues to lap at you, wanting to get every last drop.

Or you’re in your apartment, blissfully whipping up some brownies or cookies to bring into the office, humming whatever tune is playing on the radio. You’re wearing one of Javi’s shirts, and a thin pair of panties. Your hips sway just enough for Javi to notice. You feel his presence looming behind you before he’s sinking down his knees. Your breath is caught in your throat when you feel his hands sneak up the apex of your thighs, prying them apart. “Javi, what are you—” you stumble over your words, gripping the counter tightly when he flattens his tongue against your clothed pussy, tasting you through the thin fabric. “Don’t mind me, cariño. Keep on whisking.”

You feel him hook his thumb along the side of your panties, revealing your slick cunt to him and then he’s completely devouring you, your knees nearly buckle as his nose bumps into your clit. His tongue is absolutely working you into ruin. “Javi, this really isn’t the time—fuck, baby.”

He’d let out a low chuckle against your core, sending warm vibrations up your spine. “There’s never a time more perfect to eat your sweet pussy cariño.” He tsks.

Pre!Outbreak Joel

↳ @chaotic-mystery

Pre!outbreak Joel would eat your pussy whenever and wherever he wanted your aching cunt in his mouth. It didn’t matter if you were in public, that’s why his truck has back seats. All he’d have to do is give you that look and you knew what was coming. Your minimal clothing choices in the Texas heat would make him start looking for secluded places to pull over. His hand would be at the very top of your thigh and he’d squeeze ever so gently causing your breath to hitch. It was the slight risk of getting caught by someone as he’s going to town on his girl, making her squirm and cry out.

He’d push your legs back so your thighs are slightly pinned against your stomach so he can see your dripping wet pussy in all its glory. As soon as your panties hit the floor of the truck, he’d give you a groan as he gets closer to you and admire how wet you already are for him. “Look at this beautiful fuckin’ pussy baby doll. Who got you like this, hm? Tell me sweet girl.” Just as you’re about to answer, he’d flatten his tongue against your clit and start devouring you. He liked seeing how much he can make you work for it while he’s rotting your brain, taking your breath away with his devilish mouth. “Cmon baby, tell me” he’d moan against you trying to aid a response between your moans.

Your fingers would comb through his hair and tug every time he sucked on your clit and shook his head from side to side, scoring a raspy whimper from you. His hand clutching your pillowy breasts and pinching your nipples, causing you to feel a fiery pit in your stomach.

“Joel please I’m gonna cum- don’t stop, just like that, just like that” your sentence growing to barely a whisper as you were right at the edge of releasing. Joel’s tongue would start flicking against your sensitive bud and that was all it took, your legs wrapped around his head as you rode his face, screaming his name. It didn’t stop there, of course. As you’d ride your high and buck your hips against his wet face, his mouth would still be attached to your clit. You’d start turning side to side, trying to back up but he’d wrap his arms around your thighs and pull you as close as he could, moaning into your juices that made your pussy glisten in the sun spilling through the window.

“Where are you goin, darlin'? I’m not full yet” he’d mutter and go right back to licking up your juices, running his tongue along the slick folds and around your clit. You’d push his head away and cry out, begging for a break but he’d grab your wrists, your legs tightening around his head even more. “One more baby cmon one more fuckin time just for me, pretty baby” your body shaking and breathes becoming faster until they sounded like gasps. The shriek of pleasure you let out as your eyes roll to the back of your head, a tear slipping from your eye as your body falls into complete euphoria. Your legs would fall from his shoulders, body still trembling slightly as he’d hover above you and admire his work that was written all over your face.

Post!Outbreak Joel

↳ @tightjeansjavi

Post!Outbreak Joel eats your pussy like it’s solely based around his own survival. How else is he supposed to feel alive, and human without his mouth devouring your cunt? There is no sweeter sound to his ears than mewls he elicits from your pretty little lips from his sinful mouth devouring you. You almost just got bit by a clicker? Cool, drop your pants girlie, because Joel is going to make you forget all about that near death experience in no time!

He prefers to have you on all fours, ass up with your back arched at almost an uncomfortable angle. Your bare pussy, glistening and pulsing through his heated, greedy gaze. You would only briefly feel his hot breath fanning your core. Joel doesn’t like wasting any time, but he loves to hear you beg him just a little. He’s a bit of a biter, and you’d feel his teeth graze the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, causing you to lurch forward on your knees. He’d growl under his breath, wrapping his arm around your stomach and pull you right back to his face. “You stay right where you are darlin’ you hear me?” His mouth would be on you before you’d even get a chance to respond. He loved knocking the air from your lungs. It would take him no time to have you chasing your impending orgasm. His lips would be harshly wrapped around your clit, sucking intensely on your bundle of nerves. His teeth would graze you, and you’d be seeing stars.

His coarse, wiry beard would be scratching deliciously at your sensitive skin. The only time he would pause his sinful actions would be to spit on your already soaked cunt, he’d drag his tongue through his own salvia mixed with your juices before he would be lapping at you again. As soon as you would start to feel that the sensation was too much, your thighs would be quivering as you’d beg him to show you some mercy. “Joel—please I-I—it’s too much. Baby, I can’t—please..” you whined.

“Yes you can, pretty girl. I ain’t fuckin’ done with you yet.” He harshly whispered against your cunt. His beard and chin would already be coated in your arousal but this was never enough for him.

He’d flip you over onto your back, without warning, and grab your ankles in his calloused palms. He’d yank you down so you were beneath him, before he’d be devouring you once more. Your fingers would be desperately fisting his hair, riding into his face, feeling him everywhere. You’d scream his name, loud enough for the entire QZ to hear just how good this man treated you, and your pussy. Even after you would be fully spent, he’d keep his head buried between your thighs, his tongue would slowly be lapping up your release, before he’d press a chaste kiss to your clit. “Always such a good girl for me darlin’ could eat you for every fuckin’ meal.”

Frankie Fransico Morales

↳ @peterhollandkait

Frankie “pussy eating king” Morales

• Frankie starts slow, teasing you with his mouth and fingers on other parts of your body.

• Everyone thinks Frankie is an ass man, but he really truly loves your tits, never getting enough of them.

• He leaves marks and bruises all over them, sucking on your nipples with any chance he can get.

• When he finally moves down to your core, still teasing you, he breathes against your cunt, pressing kisses to your inner thighs.

• He does this until you’re begging him, whining for his touch, which is when he finally gives in.

• Frankie eats you like a man starved, lapping up your juices fervently. He has an arm holding open your thighs, the other pressing two fingers into your entrance, pumping them in and out.

• Every once in a while, he pulls away to whisper words of encouragement against your skin.

• “You like that baby?”

• “You’re doing so good for me gorgeous, taking my mouth so well”

• When his mouth is back on your folds, you’re mewling for him.

• He doesn’t give you a break between your first and second orgasm, sucking on your clit, making the most obscene noises as your pleasure wracks through you again and again.

• When you’re coming down from your second climax, he lays his head on your inner thigh, giving you a pussy drunk smile.

• He’s obsessed with you, never even thinking to touch himself at any point.

• This is all for you, no matter how hard his cock might be

• He puts his mouth back on you, fucking your third orgasm out of you with his tongue.

• He makes you see stars, your head going blank and body feeling weightless. He knows exactly how to manipulate your body to coax the most powerful orgasms from you.

• He learns your cues easily, knowing that your thighs shake before you squirt all over his face, covering him in your juices

• The way you tug on his hair tightly and arch your back before you come, screaming his name

• The echo of your voice on the walls gives him purpose, not hesitating to dive further into you to get what he wants

• Afterwards he puts every effort into making sure you’re comfortable

• He cleans you up with a warm washcloth, tucking you carefully under the covers before he joins you on the other side.

• He doesn’t care about his own pleasure, his only thoughts are to care for you.

Dieter Bravo

↳ @tightjeansjavi

Dieter Fucking Bravo eats your pussy like he’s the president of the pussy eating fan club. He is always absolutely greedy, ravenous to have his face buried against your sweet cunt. He’d have you for breakfast, lunch, dinner, appetizer, and of course dessert. On the occasions that you’d be spending the weekend with him, (literally every weekend) Dieter’s one, and simple request, is that you’d wear no panties around him. So you’d find yourself in his penthouse, wearing one of his expensive tailored shirts, and no panties. You could be doing the most mundane tasks, such as; doing your laundry. You’d be leaned over the open dryer, glistening pussy on full display for him. Next thing you know, his hands are around your hips and hoisting you up onto the dryer, spreading your legs wide open. He’d have a few greedy licks, before he would turn the dryer on, sending sweet vibrations up your core before his mouth and tongue would be fully devouring you. He’d use his pointer and middle finger to spread your slick folds open so you were on full display. He’d fuck your pussy with his tongue dragging it in and out of you before he’d focus all of his attention on your clit. The obscene slurping sounds he would make would drive you wild, and turn your brain to mush. He’d moan into you, shaking his head back and forth as he laps at you. “Mhmmm. Sweetest fucking pussy baby. All mine. Can eat you for fucking days, my sweet sweet girl. Now I’m gonna need you to cum all over my face like the dirty little girl I know you are.” Between the vibrations of the dryer, and Dieter's tongue showing you no mercy, you do just as he says. Screaming out his name while your hips buck up into his face. Even after you're spent, he continues to lap at you before he’s coaxing as many orgasms out of you as you're willing to give him.

He likes eating your pussy when it’s the most inconvenient possible time ever. Usually when you’re on your laptop, typing away. You’re on a writer's block for the next chapter of your 200k smut fic about Poe Dameron. He’s about to go down on the reader, but you’re lacking inspiration. Just as you're clicking the next key, you feel Dieter’s lips pressing to your ankle, he’s on his stomach and you peek over the top of your screen to see his smug face looking up at you. “How’s that chapter coming along baby?” He speaks against your skin, kissing his way up your calf and thigh. “I’m at writer's block. I can’t fucking find the inspiration for this scene. He’s supposed to go down on the reader and—” you give him a warning look as he inches his face closer to your pussy. He shuts the screen to your laptop and places it on the coffee table. You roll your eyes as he’s already hiking your hip up with your foot firmly planted against the side of the couch. “Mmm. This is that trigger happy X-Wing Pilot, right?” You can feel his hot breath fanning your core as he licks his lips. “Yeah, and I really don’t need you—” your mouth falls open when he attaches his lips to your clit, sucking harshly. “Mmm well I can be your inspiration baby. You just pretend I’m that Poe Dameron fellow.” He hums against you, and you can feel his stupid smirk against your pussy. His tongue is lapping you up, swirling and sucking on your clit like you’re his last meal. He switches from fast licks, to slow filthy ones that have you yanking his hair and demanding more. This smug bastard is spelling his fucking name against your soaked pussy because he is absolutely marking what is his. Dieter Bravo is a whore for eating your pussy, and he isn’t ashamed to admit it.

Jack Whiskey Daniels

↳ @loquaciousferret

Agent Whiskey doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth. He prefers something heavy, smokey, fiery. But when it comes to you… Well, that’s different see, because you are the sweet thing he needs a taste of at the end of every long, hard day.

He’ll return home from work, (having been doing god knows what all day), and he’ll find you perched somewhere in the house, sometimes the sofa, sometimes the bed, sometimes on a barstool at the kitchen island. He would seek you out like a missile locked on a target.

He would kiss you first, licking your strawberry lip balm from your lips. When he made his way down, slowly, sucking gently at your neck, he tasted coconut. When he sank to his knees before you, and nestled his head between your thighs, the taste was still sweet as could be, something indescribable and incomparable, something uniquely you. You giggled as he dived in, trying to indulge further, but the wide brim of his hat obstructed his access to you.

He smirked, quickly removing it and reaching up to place it on your head.

“You take care of that, sugar, and let me take care of you.”

He would eat your pussy until you were having to push him away, legs shaking, overstimulated from having come apart on his tongue numerous times. He would barely give you a reprieve until he wanted to start again, pleading with you softly, “Come on sweet girl, I know you got one more for me.”

You look so good beneath me.

Frankie had your body spread out on the fresh sheets covering your shared bed, the bed you bought together, the bed he built with his skillful hands—those same hands gripping the back of your thighs as he pressed them towards the mattress.

He’d been lost in you for hours, taking his time in building up to this moment, practically making you beg for it.

What had started as a date night in—a movie both of you had been wanting to see since it was released in theaters now long forgotten in the background—turned into one of the most erotic and intimate nights of lovemaking the two of you had ever experienced. You weren’t sure who initiated things first or how it got so fucking desperate, but here beneath the weight of his firm but deliberately slow thrusts, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

He’d already unraveled you three times—once with his fingers, once with his mouth, and once with your vibrator, forcing you to let him give, give, give until you were begging him to take.

“I can never get enough of you,” he rasped into your ear, soft and low, his hips carving his name into yours with every slow thrust in and every pull out.

“Frankie,” you whined, your head rolling against the pillow as you clawed at his back, doing some claiming of your own as he lit you up in flames of pleasure with every press of his cock against your spot.

“Louder,” he demanded, squeezing his hands to clutch your thighs even harder. “Let me hear you. I want to hear how fucking good I make you feel, baby. Only me, huh? I’m the only one that—fuck—that makes you feel this way? You’re the only fucking one that makes me feel this way.”

“Frankie!” you cried, that tingling sweet burn in your belly trickling up your spine and down into your fingertips, forcing you to claw into his back again. He groaned against your temple as he placed a kiss there, his hips stuttering into you.

“Cum.” The command was simple, your body overworked and tired from reaching the cliffs of euphoria three times tonight but complying nonetheless.

Your nails raked down the golden skin of his back as you came, leaving red streaks over the freckles that covered the expanse of his broadness.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, long and drawn out, his cock punching into you three more times before he stilled. You held him tight as he shuddered against you, his face buried in the safe warmth of your neck, his voice an incoherent mumble as he praised you like you were his god.

“I love you,” you whispered against the shell of his ear, kissing it to seal the promise of your affection. Frankie lifted his head to look down at you, a lazy, sated smile taking the place of the focused frown he was wearing just moments ago.

“I love you,” he whispered back. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

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