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ssuperficialspacecadett · 1 year

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i headcannon that benny and reader blast rihanna while closing the gym. it becomes a tradition that they blast music and dance around while closing. it gets to the point that the boys start wondering why benny keeps being late to their hangouts after his work. at some point they catch benny blowing his back out and reader recording and laughing at benny

Benny, Better Have My Money

Chapter Five | Drabble for the Through the Scope series | Chapter Six

*best read in between chapter 5 & 6*

Rating: IDK ?? everyone ??

Word Count: 1029

TW: tooth rotting friend fluff w/ Benny & some ass throwing ?!?!

Notes: anon, i wish i could kiss that beautiful brain of yours for thinking of this absolutely fucking hilarious scene thats now 100% canon in the through the scope series to me HAHAHA !! i hope i did some justice to your brilliant idea & thank u so so much for submitting it ((: this one is for u ! happy reading <3

*i wrote this w/o looking over it because the idea was just to good so if you see any grammatical errors.. no you dont*

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Closing up after a long shift was never fun. Well, it was never fun until you started working for Benny. After the last guests were ushered out and the doors were locked, you were put in charge of the gyms music. It was only fair since Benny had free reign during operating hours after all. Plus, your taste in music wasn’t exactly family friendly.

“Alright, what are we feeling this evening? Lady Gaga? Megan Thee Stallion? Doja Cat? Maybe some Rico Nasty? What artist really says ‘I want to clean this whole gym and look hot while doing it’ to you?”

“The evening song choices are all yours. I’m way too tired to even think about makin’ another decision right now.”

“Well,” You say as you start scrolling through artists on his phone to find one that will bring the energy that both of you need to get this done. “If you’re so tired, why are you going out with the guys after this?”

“You know that doesn’t count.” He’s currently working his way through cloroxing all the workout benches and weights. “The only decision I have to make when I’m there is if I want another drink or not and that's easy. Of course I want another fuckin’ drink!”

“Touché,” You laugh as you find the perfect playlist for the evening. “Let’s get this cleaning party started!”

Rhianna’s Bitch Better Have My Money starts blasting at full volume from the gym's speakers as you make your way over to the basket full of used towels.

Bitch, better have my money

Y’all should know me well enough

Bitch, better have my money

Please don’t call me on my bluff

Pay me what you owe me

“Oh fuck yeah! I love Rhianna!” He yells as he turns to you.

You pull out a towel, point to him from across the gym, and start swinging it over your head as you lip sync to the song playing.

Kamikaze if you think that you gon’ knock me of the top

Shit, your wife in the back seat of my brand new foreign car

Don’t act like you forgot

I call the shot, shot, shots.

Benny makes finger guns and pretends to fire them at you on each beat. “Sing it, girl!”

The two of you run dramatically to each other in the middle of the gym and start dancing like crazed animals. Each of your tasks having been long forgotten as soon as the music started. You both know by now that neither one of you will be leaving anytime soon.

***

“Where the fuck is your brother, Will?” Pope huffs.

Frankie, Pope, and Will have all been waiting at their table for Benny to show up for 45 minutes now. They turned the waitress away three times before they caved and ordered a round for themselves. Hoping that a light buzz would satiate them.

“I’ve been texting him, but he’s not answerin’!” Will explains. “His location says that he’s still at the gym.” He turns his phone screen over to show the others.

“This is the third time this week that he’s been late. He’s never taken this long to close up before.” Frankie adds.

Pope tips his almost empty beer bottle in his direction and nods. “Fuck this. Finish y’alls drinks and let's go pay him a visit.”

They all do as Pope orders and make their way out of the bar. As they cross the street and enter the gym’s parking lot they see both yours and Benny’s cars in the same spots that they were in this morning. All of the lights in the building are still on as well.

“Do y’all hear that?” Frankie asks the men walking next to him. “It sounds like -”

“Rhianna?” Pope says curiously.

All three of them walk up to the gym doors and the sight that greets them will be burned into each and every one of their minds for all eternity.

***

You’re currently holding onto one of the corner poles from the boxing ring with both hands and trying to explain to Benny how to shake his ass.

“Move your hips to the right, then the left, then shimmy down, and use your knees to help you bring your ass up and down!” You’re winded from both teaching your lesson and singing with Benny for almost an hour straight. It also doesn’t help that you’re trying to yell instructions over Rhianna’s S&M song.

“I think I got it now! Let me try!”

He helps you down so he can climb up and get into position. You pick up your towel and phone off a nearby workout bench. There is no way that you aren’t going to document this moment.

‘Cause I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it

Sex in the air, I don’t care, I love the smell of it

Stick and stone may break my bones

“But chains and whips excite me!” You and Benny sing together.

You are struggling to hold your phone still as you record because you can’t stop laughing. Benny is throwing everything, and you mean everything, into his one man performance on the edge of the boxing ring. He definitely paid attention to what you showed him. Even put his own little twist on it by bringing his right hand back to slap his ass. You can’t help but get swept away in it all and you start hitting him in the ass with your towel as well.

“Let’s go, Benny! Shake that shit for me!” Your lungs threaten to burst from over exhaustion.

S-S-S&M-M-M

Oh, I love the feeling you bring to me

Oh, you turn me on

***

“Should we tell them we are here?” Will ask hesitantly, still not entirely sure what he’s watching.

“I’m not even sure what we would say if we told them.” Frankie quips as he wishes you would get back up and dance again. “Pope?”

He looks to his left and sees him pulling up your contact information. “Let’s tell them that their audience wants an encore.” Pope presses ‘call’ and puts the phone to his ear with a devious grin.

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buckysred · 2 years

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Dating The TF Boys Headcanons

Santiago “Pope” Garcia

the king of forehead kisses

like everytime he greets you it’s kiss on the mouth then on the forehead

LOVES to travel

takes you places and takes pictures everywhere you go

when you compile a scrap book full of all of your pictures for him, he tries to play it off like he isn’t about to cry over the gesture

loves to try new food

you both make a competition out of it

“baby, i’m tellin’ you there’s no way you’d be willing to try more options here than me”

isn’t huge on petnames but your name (and nickname if you’re apart of delta) is his favorite thing in the world

he’s definitely the type to wanna be the big spoon always

but does like to have your head on his chest and his hand trailing up and down your back leisurely sometimes

massages!!! (on both of your ends)

isn’t big on PDA but likes to have his hand on your back or hip at all times

loves eye contact

if you struggle with holding his eyes, he’d gently tilt your head back up to meet his eyes before he continued talking

isn’t the best at remembering shit

but is super sentimental and goes all out on your birthday

not in a “i’m throwing the biggest party” but in a “i’m taking them to spot where we had our first date to have a picnic” or some shit like that

likes to watch soccer and ADORES you when you put in effort to learn and/or watch it with him

you in his favorite players jersey has santi falling in love

has a hard time sleeping without you

he didn’t have a problem before but once he had you cozily pressed up against him and saw you in the glow of the morning he NEVER wants to go back

Frankie “Catfish” Morales

the most understanding man you’ll ever meet

and the best listener too

frankie not only is your boyfriend but your best friend too

best supporter ever

your wins are his wins too (and vice versa)

is a BRAGGER

“y/n just got promoted, so fucking proud.” …. “yeah, yeah, man. they’re great, i’m telling ya.”

smells like coffee and leather

picks up on the fact that you like the way he smells and teases you horribly about it

secretly loves physical affection. he tries to downplay it like it’s you who likes it but… it’s him

“babe, if you wanna hug me all you gotta do is ask.”

hand on your thigh

in the car? on your thigh. at dinner? on your thigh. laying down? resting on your thigh.

likes when you pull him down to rest on your lap

he also likes to pull your legs into his lap

runs his hand up and down your calf while your legs are there too

let’s you wear his favorite cap

can’t sleep without white noise

which drives you crazy at first bc why the hell does the tv have to be on but turned so low

frankie picks up on your slight irritation one night so he turns it off

then you see the nightmares and understand

is really good at communicating

he doesn’t see the point in keeping anything from you bc he trusts and love you so much

Ben “Benny” Miller

the definition of late night drives for dates

despite his rough appearance, benny is the biggest sweetheart to walk the planet

but only you get to see that

goes out of his way to make sure you always are comfortable and have what you need

“honey, jus’ tell me what you need from the store and i’ll get it” ……. “no. no. don’t you even think of getting out of bed” ….. “baby, you’re sick, that’s why. goodness, you’re sweet and all but you’re gonna end up killin’ me one day with your stubbornness.”

benny has a problem with staying still

he found that running in the morning helps

even when you loath it you try and get up and get moving with him

like santi, he isn’t the best at remembering shit

but he does remember smaller things

like how you take your coffee/tea in the morning

he fucking loves when you play with his hands or card your hands through his hair

is a BIG PDA fan

touching anywhere and everywhere is a must for him

grazing your cheeks, deep kisses, obnoxiously swinging your hands while intertwined

loves to use my girl/boy

this man is a protector thru and thru

fucking hates people talking shit about those he cares about

and he’ll show them just how much

bc of this you have to constantly bandage this boy up (also bc of MMA)

likes to take you fishing

you pretend like you have no idea how to do any of it so he can show you

he knows your playing but loves to be behind you and direct you on what to do

same with playing pool

hugs from behind and cheek kisses >

like fish, he’ll let you wear his favorite cap

takes it off his head and snugs it onto yours backwards

fixes your hair and then just continues on like he didn’t just do what he did

you know when benny is fully in love with you when he introduces you to Will

benny being the little brother he looks up to his big brother a lot

which means his opinion means a lot

therefore means a lot to you

Will loves you ofc

Will finds it hilarious how head over boots ben is for you (lol)

after Will, benny takes you to meet all of the guys

and once again they all adore you

they tease benny that you’re way out of his league

benny just smirks, “hell yeah they are”, then kisses your cheek

Will “Ironhead” Miller

• my mf baby

is the most doting man ever

acts of service is definitely his love language

and psychical affection

isn’t a fan of PDA tho

does like to have his arm around your shoulders and one of your hands locked in the hand that’s around your shoulders (hopefully that made sense)

is a great cook and loves to cook with you

one time you cooked for him before he got home

that solidified that fact that he was in love with you

keeps track of EVERYTHING

literally a record book of everything y’all have ever done

also bc of this he’s super observant and attentive

it’s really hard for him to open up about his PTSD

tries to push you away when things get bad or he has an episode

but you’re patient with him and listen to his needs when he does communicate them

it definitely helps make it easier as time go on for him to talk with you about it

HOODIES

he has so fucking many, it’s not even funny

then he starts to notice how his collection starts to dwindle down

until he looks in your closet to see all of them there

he secretly loves it even tho he definitely lightly teases you about it

if you’re short he definitely would pick on you about that too

but no one else can say shit about it

protective with a capital P

isn’t possessive or jealous at all but protective most definitely

if you’re apart of delta, he definitely told pope that in order for him to be on board you would have to be kept out of the mission

the good thing is Will understands mental health struggles

you need something he’s there

always

have anxiety about ordering food when you’re at a restaurant, don’t have to tell him twice

bear hugs!!!!!

oh god i could go on about him forever someone stop me

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ghostofaboy · 7 months

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I know you’ve written for these two before(especially Frankie) so many it’s not as interesting to ask, but do you have any hcs for Frankie or Din? I love ur fics btw!

Talking about Frankie and Din is always interesting to me. They are fascinating characters.

Frankie:

This man is a snack fiend. Always has things in his cupboards, always sat on the sofa eating something. If you're planning a party and need nibbles then Frankie is the guy to ask.

Loves tinkering. At home his garage or shed is full of little 'projects'. He loves taking things apart to figure out how they work.

Linked to the tinkering, Frankie is very organized. Everything has its place. Never leaves a project half done or left unfinished. So this guy will take your toaster apart, but he will put it back together and it'll work. Also you know he owns a label maker.

Frankie doesn't sleep well. He'd always been more susceptible to bad dreams even as a kid. So throw in some PTSD and he's got no chance for a good night's sleep. (Poor sleepy boy)

Not an adventurous cook, but what he can cook he does well.

Not a big reader, although he does have his favorites, but loves the movies. If it were more affordable he'd go every week. Always buys boxsets of his favorite shows and loves any special features and behind the scenes stuff.

Hates watching shows about flying. They never get the details right and it pisses him off.

A switch in bed. He can be dominate, be can be submissive. Frankie is very good at adapting to who he's with and what they both want in that moment.

Din:

Total neat freak. Everything has its place and must be put in the right place. Probably had a quiet melt down several times when Grogu was first on the Crest.

Very well read. There isn't a lot to do between bounties in hyperspace so to stop himself from over cleaning his weapons (*ahem*) he got into the habit of finding cheap novels whenever he could.

I can get behind asexual Din Djarin, but when I write him it's often as sexually inexperienced. He's just not had the time and opportunity to really explore that side of things. He's had sex but he's never had the chance to be intimate.

Din can sleep anywhere. I mean anywhere. On rocks, sat up somewhere, when it's warm, when it's cold. Whatever the location or situation if it's safe then he's out like a light.

He has no idea that he's attractive. If told so he'll think it's a line or a trick.

I think it's universally accepted that Din Djarin has a breeding kink.

Not a big talker when first meeting people. Likes to sit and watch and weigh people up. But oh boy once he considers you a friend get ready for stories. So many. Things that he's done, places he's visited, stories he's been told.

#frankie morales #frankie 'catfish' morales #din djarin #frankie morales headcanon #din djarin headcanon #ghost of a boy headcanons #triple frontier #the mandalorian #din djarin headcanons #frankie morales headcanons

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intheorangebedroom · 6 months

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Hey orange besties 🧡

Here's the one thing none of you asked for but I'm giving you anyway!! Listen, Halloween is my favourite holiday and I'd do just about anything rather than start working on my WIP because it terrifies me.

So here's the most indulgent headcanon EVER, please feel free to scroll past this nonsense of a post, but not before I could wish you all a very spooky Halloween 🧡

Yes, I have no shame.

Explicit HC below the cut 🔞

This Halloween, you've convinced Frankie to host a party at your place. He was really the first surprise, you're not exactly the party type, yet here you are.

You’ve been on Pinterest looking up aesthetics and recipes since August, basically, you've spent an inordinate amount of money on fancy decorations, stocked up enough candy to give all the kids in the tristate area a stomach ache of biblical proportions, and it's finally happening, today is the day, this is your version of the American dream.

But what will you and your friends dress up as???

Rosie

For years, the two of you have had an ongoing argument about what constitutes a proper Halloween costume. To you, it’s either crafty and creative, or spooky if not disgusting. To her… Let’s say she’s explored all the slutty options out there.

This year, the debate resumes as early as September. Only this time, you outsmart her, challenging her to look sexy despite a plain horror get up.

Never one to retreat, always one to excel, Rosie chooses to dress up as Candyman. With the fur and the hook and the scarf, down to the fake bees painted on the left side of her face. And yes, she still is smouldering hot as all hell.

Will

Will? Dressing up? Fucking hell, why are you doing this to him? He’s a grown ass man. He was a warrior, for fuck’s sake. He’s not gonna go around and spend money on a fucking costume!

But. He’ll be damned if he’s the only one who doesn’t play along. He can probably whip up something with whatever he’s got in his closet, anyway. Like…. Motorcycle gang leader, for example.

(at this point, orange besties, I’m cackling in French).

Yovanna

Yovanna. Understood. The assignment. Obviously because she’s hands up the smartest one of all the TF bunch.

She dresses up as the Corpse Bride. Your jaw drops to the floor when you open the door. She's stealing the show and it is fine. You’ve no idea how she can look this at ease with all that heavy makeup covering her skin, but she looks like she's having a hell of a good time, oh and also SHE'S FUCKING STUNNING.

Pope

Pope could have made an effort and go as Victor, right? He should have. Did he, though? No. No he didn't.

Pope dresses up as Miguel O'Hara from Across The Spider-Verse, so he can slither into this tight af costume and strut his butt like a Spidey slut.

Tom

Kidding. Tom's not invited. But if he were...

Benny

Sweet, sweet Benny, our sunshine boy, our precious blond gem of a baby man…

Benny considered not coming at all. Not that he's not over you yet, come on, let's be serious, it's been over two years. He's totally over you. He’s slept with at least a dozen different women since you broke up and his friendship with Frankie is on the mend, so yeah, over you and beyond, thank you very much. Ok, he'll go, then. Besides... he wants to see you. Just to make sure he’s really over you. What could possibly go wrong?

A horror classic connoisseur, his first idea is to dress up as something overly sublte. Say… Tom Conway in the 1942 Jacques Tourneur’s Cat People, for instance. Only because it would be obscure enough for people to ask him about it, which would give him a good opportunity to show off his impressive... cinematic knowledge. Not at all because you and the director share the same last name. Of course not. And it has nothing to do with the fact that you’d probably be the only one in the room able to identify the costume. Argh fuck, he can’t go as Tom Conway in the 1942 Jacques Tourneur’s Cat People, can he?

Fine. He’ll play it safe. Mainstream. Mike Meyers. But Mike Meyers with a twist: the kid version.

What he does not anticipate, is how many times he gets asked if he’s that stupid Pennyclown from It. Doesn’t anyone have any fucking classic culture?? It’s winding him up real bad and he’s starting to think he’ll leave early, until you walk up to him with a shy smile and a tall glass of beer.

“You make a real good baby Meyers, Benjamin,” you whisper, and it's the first words you've spoken to him all night. Of course you knew, of course you’re the only one who guessed, and he wants to say something smart but he can’t, he’s riveted to the floor, melting under your soft gaze. You lift your arm, as if reaching for him and for a split second, he thinks you’re gonna run your fingers through his hair like you used to, and his heart does this lurching thing, like it simultaneously shrinks and explodes in his chest, and fuck him. He’s not over you yet.

(maybe I’m not over him either 👀)

Meanwhile… Meanwhile, Frankie's watching the whole scene from the kitchen. Ticking jaw, sucking on his teeth, vein popping in his neck.

But what did Frankie dress up as, you ask. If you're still reading this, that is.

Frankie

Well, Frankie’s not exactly big on Halloween. For one, he grew up in a household full of ghosts. The candy sure was a perk, as a kid, but he’s always enjoyed savoury food more than sweets. Later, Izzy would let him tag along to the parties she went to (not that her mother left her much choice, anyway), and those were fun, admitedly. There was always alcohol, but most importantly, ✨girls✨ Girls who would never fail to find Izzy’s baby brother oh so cute with his soft curls and his golden skin and his lovely dimples and he’d spend the entire evening passing from one set of arms to another set of hands, which suited him juuuuust fine.

However, the man now has an actual body count, so he’s not too keen on the notion of the dead coming back to haunt the living for one night…

But thewhole thing makes you so damn happy. In the end, it doesn’t matter if he has to fend off an entire army of undead.

Unlike Pope, whatever your choice of outfit may be, he’ll get behind you. You wanna be Lydia Deetz? He’ll be your Beetlejuice. He’ll be the Gomez to your Morticia, the John Bartlett to your Patricia Bradley.

This year, you announce most enthusiastically, you want to be Frankenstein’s Bride.

Alright, baby!

And let's just say this: he makes it very, very difficult for you to be a good host to your guests. How on god’s wretched earth can he be this incredibly sexy as Frankenstein's creature??

Not only is he good with the kids, patient and gentle and cracking dad jokes with each group of little monsters and Elsas and cowboys eagerly standing on your doorstep, but that jacket… That damn jacket he got himself, three sizes too small, fuck, that poor jacket is working hard ALL NIGHT trying to contain his breadth, the seams just as strained around his shoulders as your poor clenching cu–

Oh and you’ve no idea where he found that headband with the bolts on each side, but you don’t really care because he’s slicked black his hair and it's curling thick and luscious on his nape and you can’t wait for every one to get the hell out of your place.

You’re gonna go down on him the minute the last guest leaves your house, take him down your throat and show him just how grateful to him you are for playing along so well. Watch that handsome, pretty, pretty face, that the green makeup and fake scars can't even spoil, go slack when you suck on his balls and swallow his spend.

And you almost get to do it. If it wasn’t for that tiny little misstep. The sultry teasing words you pour into his neck, halfway through the party. When you tell him that what you truly wanted to dress up as was Margarita at the Midnight Ball. And Francisco’s eyes grow dangerously dark and wide and wild, pupils shot open with lust, because he knows what this means. And what this means is stark naked.

And sure enough, he has barely closed the door behind the last guest that Frankie turns around and orders you to "Take off those fucking clothes. Now."

His tone brooks exactly zero argument. You comply at the speed of light before he shoves you onto the couch and kneels on the floor between your spread thighs, and it's very obvious, very fast, that you are his Halloween candy.

He keeps your ass balanced on the edge of the sofa and your back pressed into the soft cushions, thick fingers digging into the dips of your hips to hold you still with a welcome, bruising hold.

His mouth feels like lava, liquid and hot as he licks into you like a starved man, broad sloppy stripes through your dripping folds, tongue dipping to feast on your slick like his sole purpose down there is to drink you dry.

And when he wants more, because it’s never enough, he fastens his plush lips around your pulsating clit and plays it with the curled up tip of his tongue, two fingers hooked inside your cunt and pulling on that fucking spot with the same deftness with which he used to pull the trigger, and you give him more, give him everything he wants, you leak straight into his mouth, you’ve lost track of time somewhere after your third orgasm.

There’s green makeup smeared all over your inner thighs, rivulets of black tears streaking your once ghostly pale cheeks. Sweat’s pooling in the small of your back and damp locks of hair are glued to your temples and forehead.

You're a writhing mess, nearly slipping out of consciousness when he grabs your waist and flips you around, rough and urgent.

With that easy strength that makes you light-headed, he pulls you downward, kneeling you down between his folded legs, your back flush to his chest, you’re moulded into him, and by the time you register the change in position, he’s already lining himself up.

It’s no longer than a split second before he all but impales you on his length. It’s too sudden and the stretch downright painful, and you cry a strangled cry of his name but it's soundless, there’s no more air in your lungs, he’s fucked all the oxygen out of there.

“How are you so fucking tight,” he says, his voice sounds strained, and he starts fucking up into you, absolute, merciless, the pace is punishing and you’ve gone blind with the stretch.

It’s too fast, too deep, too fucking thick. Your spine goes stiff as a metal rod as you try to get away from it but you can’t, one hand is clutching your throat and his other arm’s banded around your waist. You’re helpless, nails digging into his flesh, crushed against his sweaty torso and he keeps sliding your rigid body down onto his impossibly thick cock at this impossibly fast pace, hips hammering your ass, lewd and loud, slap slap slap.

And he knows, he feels you trying to recoil. The flat of his tongue licks up the column of your throat and it’s a sharp bite on your earlobe, and a low grunt in your ear, “I'm not gonna last long,” and you relent, you slump down into his hold and let him give you what he needs you to take.

“Good girl”, he pants, and what do you know? You feel another one coming.

Oh but this one’s deep and violent, it’s building tense and heavy into your core like a burning fist gripping your insides right behind your navel, and if it wasn’t for his own grunts, you’d hear the pathetic mewl you let out when it explodes in your breasts.

The frantic clench and clutch of your cunt around his length is more than enough to tip him over. He rams his pulsating cock into you one last time before he starts to grind, so forceful his hipbones are biting into your ass, pushing further inside you to bury his come as far up your body as possible, up to your fucking cervix, sinking his teeth into your shoulder to muffle his rumbling growl.

When he stills, finally, he doesn’t unwrap his arms. Doesn’t loosen his embrace. Instead, he draws your body with his when he slouches backward, his broad shoulders hitting the coffee table.

Limp, spent, blissfully used, you lay on top of him, his length sheathed inside your warmth, your chest heaving along with his chest.

“Thank you,” you breathe out.

He nuzzles the crown of your hair, gentle again.

“Happy Halloween, baby.”

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN ORANGE BESTIES!!! HAVE FUN WITH THE DEAD AND STAY SAFE 🎃💀🧡

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mellowswriting · 11 months

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ramblings about frankie

ngl i miss writing for my frankie baby :(

(nsfw below hehehe)

I just know he sleeps like a rock. drool pooling in the corner of his lips, snorting when you wake him, slow blinks as he gets his bearings kind of sleeper. and he clings. god, does he cling. god help you if you need to get up to pee in the middle of the night. frankie loves wrapping his arms around you and tucking his nose into your hair. holding you there makes him feel safe. at peace. it helps ground him on those nights when nightmares find him.

he isn’t a morning person in the perky kind of way. he’s a sleepy and soft morning person. shuffling out of bed with no shirt, baggy sleeping pants, fluffy bedhead. he isn’t much of a talker. most of what you say is met with little grunts or hums, but that’s okay. you’ve been together for so long now that you’re fluent in sleepy frankie.

not a cook, but he truly is the king of grilling. that’s why every get together happens at your place with everyone you know and love crammed into your house, spilling out in the backyard. frankie is an amazing host, too. he loves seeing everyone taken care of. well fed with drinks in their hands and smiles on their faces. he makes his rounds over and over, checking in with everyone.

he feeds the local strays. he always grumbles like a big grump about it but he isn’t fooling anyone. each of the little kitties have a name and come running when they hear him calling it. eventually, he gets in with his local shelter’s TNR program so they stop having so many babies. the porch is always home to at least one sunbathing kitty that chirps when they see your lover.

he gives the best kisses under every circumstance. sleepy morning kisses. a kiss to your forehead when he leaves bed before you wake. rough and needy kisses that are all sloppy tongue and teeth and desperation. drunk kisses that taste like liquor. he cradles your face like he’s holding the center of the universe in his hands. he loves you so much it hurts and he makes sure you can feel it every time he kisses you.

francisco morales eats pussy like a pro. leaves finger-shaped bruises on your thighs from holding you down after three orgasms in a row. he lives to make you come over and over and over again. those big brown eyes staring up at you from between your thighs, pupils blown out, bright and sparkling. the lower half of his face is soaked with your slick when he asks so sweetly, “just one more, baby? please?”

fuck, he’s the best man to give head to. he’s so vocal, so responsive. he tries so hard not to buck up into your mouth without your explicit permission, so he gets so squirmy beneath you. all breathless and begging for more. he pets your head and praises you, calls you every sweet name under the sun.

he loves morning sex. he gravitates toward you the moment he’s conscious and in the process of wrapping you up in his arms, he can’t help but grind his morning wood against your ass. it’s quite a way to wake up. frankie pulls you in for a slow, sweet kiss and lets his hands wander. the moment you welcome him with a spread of your thighs, he smiles at you all sleepy and indulgent. the pace he sets is slow. easy. he whispers in your ear how much he loves you, what a good girl you are. the room is soaked in warmth from the sunrise and the love he radiates.

a little bit possessive, so frankie likes leaving marks. he can’t deny that it soothes some dark, possessive part of him to see you out at the bar with everyone with marks from his teeth branded into your neck and shoulders. even when you roll your eyes at him, even when the guys rib him for being so obvious, frankie is sitting there with a smile on his face as content as can be. because any and every person who looks at you will know.

just. frankie morales. my baby. ugh.

#frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales headcanon #frankie 'catfish' morales x reader #frankie 'catfish' morales x you

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thefloorisbalaclava · 2 years

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second chances [francisco ‘catfish’ morales x f!reader]

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader

Words: 1,938

Warnings: Mentions of drug use, some angst. SMUT - frankie’s belt buckle, oral sex (m receiving), make up sex, clothed sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk

Summary: You break up with Frankie to give him time to work on himself, but you come to realize neither of you wants that.

[frankie masterlist][frankie masterlist pt. 2]

Second chances.

Not all of us get them. Some of us don’t deserve them.

Then there are people you are willing to give a hundred chances because you believe in them. And because you love them.

Frankie was one such person.

As he sits across from you at the little diner that had become a favorite spot for you both, you tell yourself that you are mad at him, that he needs to figure things out before you even think of letting him back into your life.

Even in the shitty diner lighting, his brown eyes gleam with emotion that his mouth can’t quite convey.

“I miss you,” he says, and you look down at the table before meeting his eye again. The low hum of the radio mixes in with the sound of the rain hitting the window. Of course, the weather chooses to match your mood. It always seems to do when you’re with Frankie.

“Frankie,” you sigh.

“I’m working on it...on myself, I mean. I need you, babe.” He uses the pet name that has you tilting your head and reaching out for his warm hands. Yours always fit so perfectly in them.

“I’m a distraction, Frankie….” It’s all you can say because the rest of your words are stuck…somewhere.

He can’t take this anymore. The table is putting too much distance between you two. He stands, and you watch him stand and make his way to your side of the booth. When he sits beside you, he brings his scent along with him.

Sandalwood, leather, and a hint of petrichor. You will never understand how this man can carry the smell of the earth when it rains, but he does, and you are willing to drown in it.

You fiddle with the collar of his worn brown jacket—a security blanket just like his hat. You look up at his cap and imagine that it most likely smells like his shampoo.

“Don’t call yourself that,” he says. “Babe…” His voice is lower now. “I can’t do this without you. I need you.” The desperation in his tone is deafening.

Frankie has never quite thought about how his life would be without you. He knows it isn’t healthy, but you are the person he will be with forever. He doesn’t need to think about life without you.

Until he does.

And what a lonely, pathetic thing it is. You brought vibrancy to his life, and when you uttered the words “take a break,” that vibrancy faded faster than he could remember.

“Where did you go?” you ask him. You always do when he seems to go into his little world.

He shakes his head. “Nowhere. I’m right here. With you. Always.”

“Are you?” you ask even as you trace the callouses on his big hands.

“Yeah.” He smiles down at your fingers. “That tickles.”

You smile for a moment, then nearly tackle him out of the booth with the force of your hug. “Frankie,” you cry, “My Frankie.”

“Take me back. Give me a chance to prove myself to you. I don’t need that stuff; I need you.” His face is buried in your neck, and his patchy scruff tickles your neck.

“Promise me. Promise me you won’t touch that shit again, Frankie.” You pull away and take his face in your hands. That boyish charm will always draw you in no matter how many greys shade his beard now.

He shakes his head repeatedly. “Never again, babe. Just stay with me. Love me.”

“I’ll always love you,” you say, and then he’s kissing you. It’s the kind of kiss that should be saved for when you two are alone, but that doesn’t matter right now.

“I need you,” you breathe between kisses. “Take me home.”

As quick as lightning, Frankie pulls his wallet out and slams some money on the table before taking your hand and pulling you out of the booth, out of the door, and to his truck. When you get there, he ends up pressing you against it to kiss you more. It’s a needy kiss that leaves you wanting.

Somehow, he can get his key in the car door, all while taking your breath away. “Get in,” he says breathlessly.

Usually, he would open the passenger door for you, but tonight you climb in on the driver’s side and crawl over to your seat. He chuckles behind you, and you look back at him. Frankie loves your butt.

As soon as you get through his apartment door, he pins you to the wall and kisses you.

“What the fuck was I thinking?” he asks against your lips.

“Hm?”

“What the fuck do I need drugs for when I have you?” He kisses you again, and you bite his lip, making him hiss in surprise.

“You don’t need them,” you say.

“No, but I need you.” After another kiss, he puts your arms above your head so he can get your shirt off. He lifts one of your legs so that it is up around his waist. His belt buckle notches between your legs perfectly, and he grins. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

You arch off the wall, only leaving your shoulders against it for support. He also supports you by gripping the thigh of your leg around his waist. He looks down as you start rubbing yourself against the buckle, but you stop a few moments later.

“What?” he wonders.

“I can’t feel it. Get my leggings off,” you tell him, and he quickly helps you out of them. You both get back into position, and this time you gasp as the belt buckle presses against your panties.

“Feel good?” he asks, and you nod.

“I wanna…fuck you,” you moan.

“Yeah? Wanna ride me and make me yours? You gonna make me say your name?” he asks. He’s grabbing your ass, making you move faster on his buckle.

“Fuck…get on the fucking couch,” you demand. “Why can’t I stay mad at you?” you ask as he stumbles back towards the couch. You unbuckle his belt as he walks.

“It’s the puppy dog eyes. They always get you,” he teases, then you push him down onto the couch. He watches in awe as you move with lightning speed to get his button and zipper undone. “Whoa, slow down, babe.”

You kneel and look up at him, breathing heavily. “Sorry.”

“Thank you for giving me another chance,” he says sweetly.

“Promise me again,” you beg as you stare at him. You reach into his jeans and find him hard inside his boxer briefs.

“Jesus…fuck…” he groans, and you stop.

“Promise…me,” you repeat.

“I fucking promise you. I’ll never touch the drugs again. …please…touch me,” he pleads.

It has been weeks for both of you.

You begin rubbing him again, and he throws his head back. “Ahhh, just like that.” His hips move with your hand. You slip your hand into his boxer briefs, and he grasps the couch cushions so hard, that his knuckles turn white.

“Been too long,” Frankie bites out.

“Only a few weeks,” you say.

“Babe, I can barely go a day without being inside you. A few weeks feels like for- ah, fuck me!” He looks down and watches you swirl your tongue around the tip of his dick.

“You were saying?” you tease, not even letting him get a word out before taking him into your mouth nice and slow, looking up into his eyes the whole time. His chest and tummy rush with each of his panting breaths.

You kiss around his cock as you pull his shirt up just enough to see his stomach. You smile up at him as you drag your nails down his tummy. He throws his head back again, and you drag your tongue along his cock, holding it against his stomach so you can get the underside.

“Don’t,” he breathes and pulls you away reluctantly. “C’mere.” He grabs the back of your neck and tilts your head up so he can kiss you as you get to your feet and then straddle him. His dick is pressed between your bodies, so you quickly adjust your body so you can slide your panties aside and slide down onto him.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” Frankie groans, holding the vowel sound until you are fully seated.

You want to move, but he won’t let you. He wraps his arms around you tightly and pumps up into you slowly.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he murmurs. His forehead is pressed to yours as he repeats himself. “So sorry.” He begins pumping faster, still holding you tightly.

“I know, Frankie baby,” you say in his ear. “Let me bounce on it.” He lets go of you almost immediately, and you grab onto the back of the sofa for leverage as you start to move up and down on him.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Frankie says as he watches you bounce. Then his hands are on your ass, squeezing and massaging the flesh he loves so much. He gives you a quick spank, and you squeal playfully.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” He does it again, and this time you moan, giving him a little pout. “You pouting at me, hm?”

“Mmhmm.” You nod and pout at him innocently.

“You know what that does to me….” He reaches down to play with your clit. “You’re gonna make me cum,” he tells you.

You move your hands to his knees as you lean back to watch him play with you. He stops, and you’re about to complain until you notice what he’s doing. He maneuvers himself to get his belt out of the loops. Then he wraps the belt around his hand with the buckle sitting in the perfect position. So while you’re riding him, instead of him playing with your clit, the belt buckle does the work.

You cry out, looking down to watch yourself get off.

“Can’t wait to wear this everywhere, knowing that I made you cum all over it,” Frankie says, moving his hand with you. You cry out and move faster, rocking yourself on his cock as you do.

You grab his hand and hold the buckle in place when you come undone as your body jerks and trembles.

“Christ…” you breathe.

Frankie lets you rest against him, holding you close as he pumps up into you again. “I’m gonna cum,” he whispers in your ear.

“Please,” you whimper, only finding enough strength to kiss and suck on his neck, which happens to be just enough to push him over the edge.

He calls out your name and thrusts into you hard one last time as he fills you.

Eventually, he falls back against the couch, breathing heavily. “I’m never waiting that long to cum again. I thought I was gonna black out,” he says, then bursts into laughter. You join in before kissing him through the laughter.

“I can’t live without you,” he says, resting his head against your breasts.

“That shit you were doing…it could have killed you, and then I’d have to live without you,” you say sadly as you play with his curls.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says.

“You better not.”

“Thank you,” he mumbles in a tired voice.

“For what?” you ask.

“For giving me another chance,” he yawns.

You kiss the top of his head and rub his back to comfort him. You know that you would give him a hundred chances.

Second chances—not everyone gets them or deserves them, but Frankie Morales is worth a second chance and so much more for you.

#frankie baby #frankie morales #francisco 'catfish' morales #pedro pascal #headcanon #pedro pascal characters

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luvpedropascal · 2 years

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weekday nights (18+)

Pairing: Frankie Morales x afab!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, reader is afab but no gendered language, soft!dom frankie, praise kink, size kink?? (reader likes how broad he is)

A/N: I haven’t written anything in forever and during my hiatus I fell in love with Pedro and all his characters so hopefully I’m not too rusty lol.

One thing about Frankie was the shear size of his presence. Not his body — though his broadness often made you squirm. Frankie was large in his presence around you. Maybe it was because you loved him, or because you too had grown to be so in sync, but everything always felt warm when he was close, like he was the sun and radiated onto everything around him.

Frankie was a constant. Someone you knew you could always lean back and find, chest broad and arms wrapping around you to anchor you to his warm body. If he was beside you, there was always a shoulder to lay your head on, or punch playfully when he made a dumb joke.

Most of your nights ended like this. After dinner you’d settle in between Frankie’s legs, your back to his chest and his arms around you. He’d put on whatever show you guys were watching at the moment and settle back against the couch, playing with your hands or the soft material at the edge of your shirt.

It was always a dangerous game for you to really stop and feel Frankie’s presence around you when the two of you were cuddled up like this. He was everywhere, that sweet teakwood cologne of his irresistible when he leaned over to press a soft kiss to your shoulder.

Really, it was pathetic how easily he got you going. He didn’t realize it most of the time, he just assumed that it was his touches or his small kisses that got you worked up. He didn’t realize it was everything. Before long you were wiggling a little in his embrace, humming quietly when his hand slipped under your shirt to rest against your warm stomach.

“You okay?” Frankie murmured, resting his chin on your shoulder and nuzzling into the delicate skin of your neck.

There was already a familiar heat pooling in your stomach as you nodded back, sizzling and making your skin ache. One more touch and you’d be quivering, dropping to your knees and begging him to touch you.

He pressed a soft kiss to the hinge of your jaw, leading a few more kisses down your neck, each one a little more open. By the time he reached your pulse point, his tongue peaked out and he sucked a tiny mark into your skin.

“Frankie..” You whimpered out quietly and god, if this were anybody else you’d be so embarrassed. But with him, your skin only flushed with heat, and you pressed back against him as much as you could.

“I know, baby” He said, smiling a little against your neck and letting the hand on your stomach slide up higher to your chest, brushing over a soft nipple.

He’d had you so many times already, yet your chest was still heaving under his touch, breaths coming out in soft puffs through your nose.

Frankie’s own nose nudged at your chin, beckoning your face toward his, “Look at me, honey. Wanna see you.”

You turned your head towards him, subsequently shifting your entire body a little. He smiled immediately, leaning forward to give your lips the softest kiss.

“Tell me what you want,” He said as he pulled away, “Use your words for me, baby.”

Opening your eyes, you blinked away the daze of his kiss and looked up at him, putting a thought together to tell him, “Touch me, please.”

Frankie’s lips pulled into another little smile and he kissed your forehead, pulling your shirt up over your head and carefully slipping you out of your sleep shorts. He brought your face up for another kiss, this time deeper as he let his fingers tease your thighs, tracing them gently, giving them a little squeeze.

His hand cupped you through your underwear, finding the damp fabric there and groaning when your hips bucked up into his touch. He rubbed you through the barrier, thinking he was teasing you, when in reality the extra friction was perfect.

Your soft moan made him chuckle and he looked up at your eyes as your hand moved to hold his in the same place, “So good..”

He adjusted his hand to rub from a slightly different angle, one he knew didn’t feel quite as good, just to tease, “Right there?”

Frankie laughed softly when you whined a little and swatted at his chest. He leaned down to kiss you gently through his smile, “Don’t worry, baby.”

You let out a deep breath and let yourself melt in his arms, bringing him down by his hair for another kiss, not letting go of him this time. He groaned and nipped at your lower lip as his fingers slipped into your underwear, finding the warmth of your center and bringing some of your slick up to rub your clit slowly.

Brows furrowed, you mewled into the kiss, gripping his hair harder. Frankie groaned at the feeling — the evidence of his own arousal growing in his sweats. He loved the way you pulled him in closer like it was his job, his duty to please you. Frankly, nothing got him off better than making you feel good.

His free hand wrapped around your waist, holding you close. You didn’t think it was possibly to feel this safe and comfortable with a person — body limp, whines and whimpers flowing from you constantly, tears pricking at your eyes. Frankie could cry just from looking at you. He moved his thumb to the small bundle of nerves, which was already crying out for something more, and slipped two fingers inside of you.

Frankie pulled away from the kiss, pressing his forehead to yours so he could hear your reaction. You gasped, nuzzling into his cheek, “Frankie..”

“I know, baby. I’ve got you,” He kissed your head, curling his fingers and hitting that spot inside you that he knows gets you close so fast.

You were so close, all after just a few minutes of his ministrations. Body on fire, you looked up at him with your jaw slack, hand coming up to rest on his cheek. He kissed you again, speeding his fingers up just a little bit, “Go ahead, sweetie. Let go.”

Vision going cloudy, you fell over the edge and cried out into the crook of Frankie’s neck. Your hips were twitching both into and away from his touch, eyelashes wet with tears. He smiled and kissed your cheek as he slowed his fingers to a stop, pulling them out and sucking them clean like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You groaned at the sight, turning to hug him because you knew if you watched his fingers any longer you’d combust. He welcomed the hug easily, peppering kisses all over your neck and shoulders, “Love you. You’re so good, baby. Did such a good job.”

Frankie’s praise made you sink deeper into the hug, letting yourself disappear into his hoodie. He loved the way you melted into him, going so soft and pliant after he took you apart the way he always did. You peaked out of your spot tucked away in his neck, pressing a kiss to his jaw and mumbling, “I love you.”

#frankie morales #frankie morales smut #frankie morales x reader #pedro pascal #triple frontier #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales imagine #pedro pascal fanfiction #frankie morales headcanon

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romanarose · 6 months

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I need to know what the TF boys think about Halloween costumes & if they’d be willing to do couples costumes lol

You're in luck bc I'm gonna be doing an LaL special with all the guys and their girls and costumes!

But, for those who dont read Leather and Lace universe, let's have some thoughts!

Will is going to do bare minimum. Im sorry, he's just not a costume guy. Im thinking like putting on a leather jacket and saying he's like, james dean or someone from, IDK, top gun? He'd be like Jim from the Office. If he can get out of wearing a costume he will. However, if he had a kid and they want to dress up together, he'll oblige and not throw a fit.

Santi is somewhat the same. I think he'd be more willing to like, wear something like a pirate costume or something like that, but nothing thats going to make him look silly. No fake mustahces but you could convince him to grow out his facial hair. If you want to go all out, he'll hype you up.

Benny is ALL OUT. we know that. This year I can totally see him as Ken, ANY of the Ken costumes. I HC he loooooved the barbie movie. There's nothing he wouldn't wear, esp if you asked him to match, but I think he'd prefer something fun and dramatic vs what Im wearing rn, Joel Miller lol

Frankie isn't going to be huge on dress up, but even in universes where Benny and Fish aren't a couple, I always HC they ar v close and Frankie and Benny get into antics, so I can see Frankie dressing up with Benny. Also, Frankie is the world's BEST DAD. He's going to dress matched up with her, absolutely. If she's a princess, he'll be knight (Will benny be a jester? Yes.)

#triple frontier #Benny Miller #Santiago Garcia #Will miller #william miller #benjamin miller #Francisco morales #frankie morales #benny and frankie #Francisco catfish morales #santiago pope garcia #william ironhead miller #triple frontier hcs #triple frontier headcanons

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lovesbiggerthanpride · 2 years

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Prompt: Your man knows you like a certain piece of jewelry.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!reader

Notes: A tad spicy at the end. Could be any of the P boys, but I decided to go with sweet Francisco.

He knows you have an affinity for a good chain. Especially when a guy wears one. Thick links, necklaces that are barely there. Doesn’t matter the style or color, your eyes light up when you pass by a display, or when the accessory is around the neck of someone. He sees how you respond.

When he asks you why this specific piece of jewelry turns you on, you shrug. “They look sexy. Real sexy…” your voice fades, beginning to daydream about your man wearing one.

He never wears anything outside of his watch or a ring, so this would be out of his comfort zone. But if he ever… he’d see a different side of you.

As you’re preparing for the day, he greets you with a kiss, and your eye catches something shiny.

Smirking, he feigns ignorance when you inquire.

“This? Was just cleaning up and I found this old thing.”

The chain is dangling, against skin that is on display, thanks to the buttons he neglects.

You pull him close and demand he fucks you before he tries it with another fib.

Ok, bye! 👋🏾 😊

@moralesfish, @fireproofmarta, @heythere-mel, @oogaboogasphincter, @iamskyereads, @jazzelsaur, @thefuckinsandes, @nicolethered

#mellie’s fics #HCs #Frankie Morales x you #Frankie Morales x F!reader #Frankie Morales x fem!reader #Frankie Morales headcanons #something short and sweet #Francisco Morales #Francisco Catfish Morales #frankie morales fanfiction

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crazyk-imagine · 11 months

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How an Argument ends (Frankie)

Benny // Will // Santiago

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- Neither of you realized what happened until it was too late when you two stopped talking

- You didn’t talk to him

- He didn’t talk to you

- It took a serious adult talk from Benny (the least mature, according to the guys) to open your guy’s eyes

- He was the first to make contact

Frankie: Can we talk?

- You’ve never replied faster until this very moment

Baby: When? And where?

- You two sit down and have a talk, both of you apologizing at the same time

- He stops and lets you go first

- You apologize and he quickly adds in his apology

- You two sit together for a minute before going to make dinner

- It was a quiet night, but it was a comforting silence instead of the awkward one, you two had gotten accustomed to over the last few days

- Dinner and cleaning up was good

- Enjoying the feeling of one another as you two share a steamy shower was very, very good ;)

- But it was even better when you two laid in bed together

- This gave you the opportunity to listen to his heartbeat before you fully fell asleep

#Triple Frontier #triple frontier imagines #triple frontier imagine #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier headcanon #Frankie Morales #frankie morales imagine #frankie morales imagines #frankie morales headcanon #frankie catfish morales #frankie catfish morales headcanon #frankie catfish morales imagine #frankie catfish morales imagines #frankie catfish morales fanfic #frankie catfish morales fanfiction #crazyk-imagine

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requestomaestro · 1 year

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Pedro Pascal's characters opening Christmas presents

Din Djarin

has low expectations when it comes to opening gifts because everybody usually buys him something that is actually meant for Grogu

or it’s a gift for him to help him raise Grogu (like a baby wrap)

so when he gets a small but thoughtful present that isn’t meant to actually be for the child he's so shocked that he doesn’t know what to do

will have to help Grogu unpack his gifts but goes back to admiring his present whenever the kid is occupied with new toys

however, these moments don’t last long because Grogu thinks that wrapping papers in different colors have different tastes and needs to try all of them

Francisco Morales

always says that he doesn’t need anything and you don’t have to buy him a present

you do it anyway cause Frankie absolutely deserves it

too busy and overwhelmed looking at his kid opening gifts and playing with wrapping paper he doesn’t notice that something is waiting for him under the Christmas tree

slowly unwraps the paper instead of ripping it apart just like his kid does

he’ll thank you but won’t say much more after opening his present

later, when everybody is getting ready to go into the snow he’ll embrace you in a hug that shows how much he’s grateful for the present but most importantly you

has low expectations when it comes to opening gifts because everybody usually buys him something that is actually meant for Grogu

or it’s a gift for him to help him raise Grogu (like a baby wrap)

so when he gets a small but thoughtful present that isn’t meant to actually be for the child he's so shocked that he doesn’t know what to do

will have to help Grogu unpack his gifts but goes back to admiring his present whenever the kid is occupied with new toys

however, these moments don’t last long because Grogu thinks that wrapping papers in different colors have different tastes and needs to try all of them

Javier Peńa

says that he wants whisky. Just it. A bottle of a fine, old whisky

when you refuse to support his drinking habits and buy him another bottle, deep inside he feels cared for but won’t admit it at loud

sends you off with "Whatever you say sweetheart” and no other idea for a present

after that, he thinks you won’t buy him anything so he’s surprised when there’s a present waiting for him under the Christmas tree

you decide to buy him a mustache styling kit and he’s impressed by the thoughtful idea

will absolutely use it and if he likes it he’ll buy another one when the one you got him runs out

Maxwell Lord

you have to buy this men-child as many gifts as possible

if the biggest box under the tree isn’t for him, Christmas is over

rips paper like a child

appreciates expensive gifts but usually, his favorites are small, funny ones

silly socks are his favorite, you make sure to buy him a new pair every year, it’s become a tradition

sweets are always welcome (will eat all of them the same day)

Javi Gutierez

he’s more of a giver rather than a receiver

loves handmade gifts and feels uncomfortable when you buy him something expensive

every year you get him something with Nicolas Cage (that sequin pillow with Nic’s face was one of your gifts for him)

likes gifts but the best present for him is spending some time with you. Just sitting on a couch, relaxing with some mulled wine and watching "Family Man" for the 500 times

Pero Tovar

hates buying gifts so every year he tells you to not buy him anything so he doesn't have to buy you something

you don’t listen

he accidentally finds his present a day before Christmas so he has to run to the mall and buy you something which makes him even more furious

opening gifts don't make him either happy or joyful but the Christmas food does!

will quickly open gifts and say thank you then go back to eating

Dieter Bravo

similar to Maxwell, he’s like a child

buying him a present is easy but hiding it from him is quite the opposite

no matter how much you try to hide them from him he always finds them

will throw the entire house upside down to find his gifts

one year you hid the presents at your parents' place, and he managed to corrupt them into finding AND OPENING the gifts meant for him

when it comes to opening presents on Christmas morning he’ll accept everything with the biggest smile even if he already knows what it is

Oberyn Martell

a perfect gift for him is some nice lingerie for you

so you buy yourself a set, put it on under your pajamas, and place a tasteful photo into the envelope

when opening a present he doesn't say much, saves energy for later when he can get his hands on you

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flightlessangelwings · 2 years

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So just making a little post to get some feelers out…

If I made a Pedro Pascal discord server for just poc fans, would anyone be interested in joining? It would be 18+ only and also have channels for other fandoms too. Comment or inbox me if you’re interested and if there’s enough interest, I’ll work on making a server over the weekend!

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astoryisaloveaffair · 1 year

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Yea

#Frankie morales #Benny miller #frankie catfish morales #headcanon

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mikeisthricedeceased · 1 year

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Asks are open for some headcanons today ❤️

Send whatever you like: smut, fluff, angst, etc.

As always, 18+ Only

Character list below the cut

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Frank Castle

Matt Murdock

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Din Djarin

Boba Fett

Paz Vizsla

Commander Wolffe

Frankie Morales

Marcus Moreno

Marcus Pike

Ezra

Javier Peña

Javi Gutierrez

Moon Knight (Marc, Steven, Jake)

Adrian Chase

Warning: Anything kink related will likely be approached with the assumption that the canon character is submissive because that’s how I tend to write them.

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thefloorisbalaclava · 2 years

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a forever type of love

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader

Words: 876

Warnings: Some self-deprecation, lots of kisses, cuddles, Frankie baby just needs some reassurance.

Summary: You and Frankie do not have a typical relationship, but you like it that way.

A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve written about my best boy. Luckily, someone sent in a request and changed that!

[frankie masterlist pt. 1][frankie masterlist pt. 2]

Frankie is a good man. No, he’s a great man. You wish he knew this.

Society would try to make him feel ashamed.

After everything that had happened in his life, it was hard for him to find work. It was hard for him to do a lot of things. He struggled to make sense of it all. What was wrong with him? Why was he like this? And you had to tell him that there was nothing wrong with him. What he was suffering from was understandable, and there was no shame.

You both agreed that he would stay home for now. You didn’t mind. He had no idea how happy you were to come home every day, knowing he would be there to greet you. Sometimes it was a shout from the basement as he did laundry. Other times he peeked his head out from the kitchen while making dinner to welcome you home. There was nothing like coming home and wrapping your arms around the man you love after a long day.

You don’t call him a ‘stay-at-home husband’ or a ‘house husband’; no, he was just your husband. That word was important enough on its own.

You loved how he told you everything he did around the house while you were at work. He was proud, and that made you proud. He told you he was interested in planting a garden as you both washed and dried dishes.

“I think growing our veggies would be cool,” he said with an adorable smile.

“I never knew my husband had such green thumbs,” you joked. “Go for it. It might be kinda hot to come home and see you bent over, covered in dirt.”

“Babe,” he chuckled before sprinkling you with some water.

You just looked at him for a moment and smiled. “I love seeing you like this, Frankie.”

“Like what?”

“Happy,” you told him, and he shrugged sheepishly.

“It took some time, but I think I finally found my groove. I have you to thank for that.” He nudged you playfully as he dried his hands. “I couldn’t have done it on my own.”

“I’m proud of you, Frankie, and I love you.” You hugged him, and he tucked a hand under your chin to lift your head so he could kiss you.

“I love you, too. Let’s go. Shower then bed for you, miss.” He tapped your butt, and you both went upstairs.

After your shower, you lay in bed talking to him.

“Oh yeah, I also changed the sheets,” he said proudly.

“These are my favorite,” you said.

“I know.” He touched your face gently.

“You’re the best husband a girl could ask for.” You snuggled closer.

“Am I?” He wrapped an arm around you.

“Mmhmm.” You rubbed your nose against his and smiled.

“Thank you,” he said before kissing you once.

“For what?” you asked.

“I dunno. For loving me, I guess…even though I’m not a typical kind of husband.” His words trailed off.

“What do you mean?” You sat up slightly.

“Uh…it doesn’t matter. Never mind.” He shrugged and stared at the ceiling.

“Tell me, Frankie.”

“I …you work, and I stay at home. I’m not a typical husband. We don’t have a typical relationship.”

“Who said we had to be typical?” you asked.

“Society,” he responded.

“Fuck society. Are you happy, Frankie?”

“I’m…I’m ecstatic. I never thought I would find someone like you, but I also have doubts every…fucking…day.” He clenched his jaw and shook his head.

“Doubts about us?” you wondered nervously.

“What? No. About me. About the possibility of losing you.” He looked at you, and his eyes gleamed with unshed tears.

“I’m not going anywhere, Frankie. Listen to me, I never wanted typical. I’ve loved you for a thousand years, baby, and I’m gonna love you for a thousand more.” You held his face in your hands. “Yes, I work, and you stay home, and maybe society finds that atypical, but I don’t, and you shouldn’t either.” You stroked his cheekbones.

“But—”

“This is us. This is how it was meant to be, how we were meant to be. I wouldn’t have it any other way, okay?” You smiled at him.

“Okay.” He smiled sadly, then crushed himself to you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “What do they call it…a fucking…house husband? Stay-at-home husband?” he chuckled against your neck.

“I don’t care what they call it, babe,” you told him.

He sat up. “You’ll come home one day, and I’ll be wearing a French maid outfit,” he joked, and you snorted.

“Hmmm…that might be kinda hot, actually,” you teased, and he playfully tackled you onto your back while laughing.

“They can call me whatever they want as long as I get to be yours,” he said, smiling down at you.

“You are mine, Frankie, baby. You’re mine, and I love you.” You kissed him.

“And I love you.” He laid his head on your chest and sighed happily.

“I kinda wanna buy you a French maid outfit now,” you said, holding back a laugh.

“Shut up,” he chuckled. You played with his hair, and he sighed. “I’m so lucky,” he said quietly. “So lucky.”

But you were luckier.

#frankie baby #frankie morales #francisco 'catfish' morales #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #headcanon

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