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morallyinept · 4 months

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UNWRAP ME - A Frankie Morales Christmas One Shot

Summary: You gift yourself to Frankie as his early Christmas present, and he can't wait to unwrap you.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It’s you, bub. Images just for aesthetic, no reference to Reader.)

Word Count: 4.1k

Scoville Smut Rating: 🌶️🌶️🌶️ "You tell me I'm doing well, and then, you try to kill me."

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Warnings/triggers - Established relationship/unprotected PIV (wrap up, folks!)/fingering/oral F receiving/Frankie's curls are let loose.

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ. ☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned.

If this story isn't for you, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.

Author’s Note: Hot, spicy Christmas fun to kick off my 12 Days Of XXX-MAS, with that hot, spicy tamale, Frankie. 🥵 There is some Frankie Spanish, I've not provided translations as it's easy enough to Google if you're curious, but you can probably figure it out. 😉

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Enjoy & Happy Holidays! 🎄🖤

“I’ve got you something for Christmas, baby. But I want to give it to you a little early.” You call out to him.

You can hear the familial heavy padding of his feet up the stairs, as you slick on a coat of matte lipstick in the ensuite bathroom.

You pucker into the mirror over the sink regarding yourself, and smile at what you see with that devilish glint lingering in your eye.

You can only imagine what he’ll make of it, and that thought pulses hot through your veins in wanton excitement.

You spritz on a faint mist of your favourite scent - one that you know will make his mouth water too - and linger discreetly in the doorway, watching Frankie now rifling around in the wardrobe, completely oblivious.

He has his broad back to you, and you can see him putting laundry away in neat piles on the shelves inside the doors. His grey t-shirt rides up as he reaches into the furthest crevices of the wardrobe, revealing the tanned, fleshed divots of his lower back.

His worn, scuffed jeans are slung low on his hips and those muscles flex and ripple under his skin as he stretches, and your own mouth begins to water.

“Did you do the ironing?” You question, perplexed.

“Yes, I did the ironing,” he grunts, in a voice lazily mimicking yours.

You see him shake his head; those wild curls growing unruly at the nape of his neck. The faded blue cap is slapped on his head in a regular trademark manner. Even when indoors, Frankie can’t abstain from plonking it on to keep his waves under check.

“And it’s not Christmas yet. So, don’t think by giving me a present early that you’re going to get one early, hermosa. Sé lo que estás haciendo.” Frankie confirms, his voice being absorbed into the clothes, but you can hear him smiling as he says it, and that soft snort as he chuckles to himself.

“Are you sure about that?” You question, smirking.

“Si, bebita. I’m not falling for it. You’ve just gotta wait until-”

He glances over his shoulder, stops instantly as though you’ve put him on pause, and then does a slow full turn. His face is unreadable; his lips pursed as his eyes seemingly cloud over for a few moments.

Grinning, you beckon him over, but he’s rooted to the spot; his legs suddenly feeling that if he takes a step forward he’ll collapse prone into the carpet.

Frozen in all the possibilities of what’s unfolding in front of his eyes as he looks you up and down, and his cheeks start to glow brighter than Rudolph's nose.

Frankie swallows, his mouth suddenly very dry and claggy like he’s been licking said carpet all night. Your eyes lock onto his; just as cavernous and darkening, feeling like you can fall right into them as they drink you up.

You study his face; like a chameleon camouflaging against its surroundings, Frankie’s face works through every single shade of shock, astonishment and heated lust there is on the colour scale.

“Well, shit...” He baulks, tossing the wardrobe door shut behind him. “¿Es todo esto para mí?” Frankie questions, barely able to take you all in.

You can see him visibly sweating.

“It’s all for you, baby. Feliz Navidad.” You smile, stepping fully into the bedroom from the ensuite doorway.

“Fuck.” Frankie remarks with a look like he’s just been punched in the scruffy jaw and can’t quite comprehend the audacity of it.

“Are you going to unwrap me?” You ask, with a villainous smirk and he’s utterly lost for words.

Your body is wrapped in scarlet silk and velvet lingerie. Your breasts are sculpted to perfection inside a corset-style basque; the front lined with several velvet bows in the same colour that holds it all closed around your ample mounds.

All tied up neatly and tightly that you’re threatening to spill out over it at any moment.

You’re wearing a matching red thong, along with red lace-topped stockings, and your satin heels that match. A real candy cane dream, all shimmery and scrumptious before him as he licks his lips.

Your eyes sparkle at him through subtle, yet smokey make-up and red lips.

He perches clumsily on the end of the bed, somewhat remembering where it is from muscle memory, and equally missing as he stumbles, sinking backwards, legs buckling underneath him.

His hand navigates over his mouth, scratching at his grey-speckled beard and looking you up and down like he doesn’t know where to start.

Like all his fucking Christmases have just come at one.

“What did I do to deserve this?” Frankie questions, his eyes moving between your breasts and pussy each time he looks you over. Shit, he doesn’t even know where the hell to look.

You come and sit beside him on the bed, resting back on your elbows so he can run his shaky hands up and down the velvet and silken ensemble.

He tweaks at one of the bows, smoothing it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Well, you did do the laundry.” You chuckle, and he tickles across your stomach with those roaming, thick fingers.

“You look-” He stutters out a sigh, eyes big and a smirk on the cusp of cracking his face. He’s staring you down as though you’re a piece of meat he can’t wait to tear into, salivating.

“I know.” You wink at him.

Frankie leans in and kisses you, his lips running over yours smoothly and softly. Soft, gentle clicks fill the room as he kisses all along your bottom lip; suckling it gently before running his mouth across your cheek and towards your neck, inhaling your perfume.

The soft nips in between his lingering kisses from those puffy, pink lips of his begin to engulf you, and your head lolls back as he kisses along your jaw and throat, planting carnage inside your pores.

“Fuck, I’m so hard.” Frankie whispers, looking into your cleavage and then up at your eyes.

His dick, throbbing and swollen, feels like it'll fire off and fly round the room at the sight of you swathed in all this sumptuous velvet and lace, all just for him.

Your hand slips down to his crotch and squeezes gently over the denim. “Mmm... yeah you are.” You grin.

“You kill me, hermosa.” He whines, almost payhetically.

Your heart’s beating faster and louder inside your chest as you lean up towards him slowly; zoning in on his mouth and crush your lips against his. Groaning at the feeling of the way those fuzzy lips graze against yours, coursing electricity through your arms and legs like you’ve stuck your wet fingers in a socket.

You can taste his tongue and the remnants of coffee beans and spearmint gum, as he slips it into your mouth and massages it with his deliciously.

Fuck.

Taking his sweet time, Frankie starts pulling on the top two ribbons, slowly revealing more of that soft, supple skin that smells of flowers and fruit; thoroughly enjoying unwrapping his gift as your breasts spill out at him.

His dark, brown eyes flit up to your face now again to read you, to relish in the feeling of what he’ll find underneath it all; the reward of your perky nipples waiting for him, and that sopping, wet pussy that he can bury his face into for hours and never get bored.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Frankie murmurs into your face; the warmth from his breath settling into your pores. "All for me, all for me..." He sighs, beside himself.

You smile; a slow, insidious beam unfolding on your lips much like The Grinch. "All for you, baby."

The ribbons are undone and your breasts revealed to him fully; it’s like he’s seeing them for the first time all over again, and Frankie could just weep at the sight of them.

He runs his fingertips across them, and you’re watching as they circle tantalisingly around your nipples; the calloused pads of them feeling the tiny bumps rising around your areolas as they harden.

He smooches over them, slipping his tongue around the peak where he sucks it into his eager, hot mouth.

You watch as he flicks that wet, fleshy muscle in his mouth back and forth over it, biting down on your lip as he gropes and squeezes the other inside his hand.

He manoeuvres himself between your legs, sliding carefully on his belly like he would creeping up on the enemy, with a mouth full of your tits.

You pull off his cap and toss it across the bed, running your fingers through his mussed hair as he suckles on you, pulling a little tighter with his teeth, making you hiss.

"Mmm," you sigh out at the feel of it. It tingles all the way down into your clit.

He crawls further up you, running kisses up your throat and the side of your face as he gets close. His long, thick fingers claw up and down your inner thigh, skimming his thumb across the lace at the top of your stockings.

He hums out in dreamy satisfaction and it’s warm inside your ear. You love him like this, free to roam your body and play with it. You’re unapologetically clawing at him and wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him in closer.

You can feel his cock, straining inside the stonewash denim to be freed, pressing heavy against your thigh. Hear how he groans with need as you grind against it.

Your mouths run all over each other; absorbing those sounds he makes snuffling out of his nose and from the back of his throat, creating plentiful melodies inside of your ears that you can tune in to all day. Frankie FM.

His hands are roaming your body, squeezing, kneading, pinching. His lips part and his eyes open up as he stares at you as you feel his fingers trail down to your centre.

You can see the subtle gold flecks inside of his chocolate irises and can make shapes in them; find yourself lost in the galaxy of them, that’s how deep they pull you in when he’s this close and on top of you.

He glances down at his fingers pulling against the thong, and wrenches it upwards. You buck and groan as it grazes against your swelling clit.

“These, are the tiniest fuckin’ panties I’ve ever seen.” Frankie husks as he nips on your lobe.

You giggle.

“I could literally tear them off.”

“I’d rather you didn’t, they’re brand new.” You playfully scold.

“I don’t give a fuck.” He growls as he breathes against your cheek. Momentarily you feel a sharp tug and hear the lace tear with ease. “I’ll open my gift how I want. Esto es todo mio.”

“Mmm,” you whine.

He rolls onto his side and smirks propping himself up on his elbow and pulls a piece of the shredded thong out from under your ass. He tosses it over his shoulder casually and smirks accomplished.

"That's better," he says.

You’re spread wide for him, feeling the yummy tingles of his fingers blaze trails down your body, stroking along your arm, over your hip and teasing around your pussy lips; barely touching them each time he ventures there between your legs.

Ghosting over your labia and avoiding your clit; the tiniest of skin-on-skin contact that makes you shudder and claw at the duvet in anticipation.

"Frankie..." You hiss as the goosebumps flood your skin.

Breathing heavier into his mouth as his tongue swims around yours when he leans over and finds your lips again.

His index and middle fingers split across the outside of your cunt that you can feel is slick and warm, and then when he sweeps back up again, he gently nudges your clit this time, sending your body into a rhythm of tingles and shocks.

“You like that, huh?” Frankie croons in delight at your reaction, he watches your face as he begins circling his middle finger over your swollen clit; tapping at first ever so gently and then rubbing in tantalising circles and applying a little pressure more and more each time he does a three-sixty on it.

"Baby... ah, feels so good." You whine.

You marvel at how he can simply play you like an instrument, plucking your stings, eliciting different tones out of you.

You watch him bring his fingers to his mouth and suck them before he slides them back between your sticky folds.

“Frankie…” You're fisting at his t-shirt.

“What? What do you want, hermosa?” He teases as he probes against your hole, barely dipping in and then withdrawing and rubbing your clit again.

“Fuck, please…” You husk. “Need your fingers inside me.”

“Like this?” You feel him breach, a lone digit sliding all the way in, up to the hilt of his knuckle and then retreating.

“Frankie!” You grab at his wrist, but he subdues you easily, pinning your hands above your head and clutching them together in his other hand.

“Stay still, baby.” He smirks.

He slips his fingers inside you again, pumping in and out slowly, grinning at you with the lewd, wet sounds they make echoing around the bedroom.

“So fucking wet for me…”

You can feel it, the warmth prickling at your limbs as it starts to spread through your bloodstream. He’s stroking deep; you can feel it bloom deep inside your belly, that delicious pressure as he curls his fingers.

It’s beginning to get too much; the intensity of the deep finger fuck pulling and unravelling your seams slowly as you brew and bubble around the edges whilst Frankie stares you down like a lion stalking its prey in the tall grass.

He goes faster, the squelches louder, as he pulls your pleasure out of you with skilled ease.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me… Quiero que acabes para mí,” he soothes.

Your thighs shake as the pressure builds and then erupts, flooding your body with warmth and a tingly glow that makes you giggle through your pants.

He pulls out his fingers and taps against your clit with them as you come. A little trick he likes to indulge in now and again to watch your thighs go berserk as your orgasm is torn from your core and shunted into your clit.

“Oh fuck!” You cry as you shake and gasp.

His other hand on the back of your neck, massages into the skin as your own hands run the length of his tan face and around the back of his head. His middle finger keeps nudging and rubbing on your sweet spot that's buzzing and tingling wildly under his touch.

He then dips his finger inside your hole, drenching it in your slick and back out again, lubing it up and rubbing it over the nub with a slick, circular movement.

Your thighs are constantly quaking, pushing you towards overstimulation as he builds you up again.

“Frankie…” You gasp out on a muted whisper, the sound of your squalls getting lost somewhere inside your throat.

"You've got another one," he husks.

Frankie kisses down the side of your neck and collarbone, before reaching your nipple again and takes it in his mouth, flicking his tongue around it like his finger is with your clit, matching the tempo.

Your hips press up into his fingers, winding around and jolting as he works that magic spell on your happy button as you come again, muttering incoherently into his mouth.

"Si, hermosa..."

He then stops and squeezes both your tits together with his hands, and tongues and sucks the warm nipples inside your swollen areolas as he nestles himself between your legs.

“God, you’re fuckin' hot,” Frankie whispers. You see him reach down and adjust himself over his jeans, and you can see how hard he is for you by that familiar, ominous shadow.

He pushes both your legs up, holding them under the back of your knees, and it pushes your ass and pussy up to his face.

He wastes no time in running his lips over your wet, sticky flesh and tasting you.

Letting his tongue circle around your clit then dip inside your cunt where he can taste that delicious honey pot centre, before suckling back on your clit again.

He licks long, fat stripes up your seam and eyes you darkly whilst he does it.

“Mmm, baby.” You whine, fisting into his messy hair. Curls splay over his forehead and you grip onto his tufts behind his ears, tugging his face further into your pussy.

He groans out contentedly - he fucking loves it when you do that.

You can hear him breathe and pant around your slit drenching him, quenching his thirst. Warm air from his mouth is blown onto it as he looks up at you with those dark eyes as he feasts.

Your fingers weave through the soft silk of his hair, petting him and stroking as he feasts expertly without coming up for air. Your fingers tousle it before you twist it around your fingers.

You tug harder on his silky roots and he grunts in response as he gnaws on your clit, making your legs judder.

“Mmmmaaahhh!” You whine out, your back arching and your body twisting.

His lips are clamped around you; his tongue lapping ferociously, and as you’re coming, he make delicious sounds in satisfaction too.

“Mmm, mmm...” He ribs through his lips.

Frankie clutches onto your stomach, keeping you as still and anchored as he can whilst you thrash about; his fingers slightly pressed into your gut and making you ride that wave and feel it all.

He licks up and down, as one of your hands goes to your head like you can’t believe it; the other still gripping inside his hair and pulling him further onto you, sending your body into a sweet dance of convulsion as he delves deep with his relentless tongue fucking.

“Oh, ohhh… fuuuccck! Frankie!”

He reaches up and grabs your hand as your body trembles and begins shaking about under him; he grips it tight, locking his fingers around yours, and watches from between your legs as you come hard around his mouth, filling it with sweet nectar he drinks down.

The lace from the stockings graze against his scruff and get caught in it as you try to crush his head. It’s a spectacular show of fucks and oh God’s thrown into the air as your body succumbs to his tongue.

"Baby, you're so good at that..." You look down at him smiling, and beside yourself as he fumbles with his belt, pushing his jeans down.

"I know," he replies, smugly. He crawls up your body, his cock dragging against your folds and smearing himself against your skin.

You reach for him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he buries his thick, hard cock inside of you.

That single sheath of him into you takes your breath away, and for a moment it’s like you can’t breathe. All oxygen stripped from the room and floating in a void of nothing where it’s only Frankie.

"Oh my God!" You pant.

He runs his thumb over your bottom lip and you kiss it delicately as he slowly builds his pace; fucking into you with deep, grinding movements so that his cock can savour every inch of your cunt that feels implausible around him.

You cling onto him, feeling his skin burn under your fingertips; the muscular curve of his arms; the smooth paunch of his stomach under his t-shirt as your hands run across him.

You can hear his breath pelting inside your ear as he trails his mouth up to your earlobe before taking it between his teeth and biting it gently, sending your pussy to its knees in subjugation of him.

"Frankie, fuck," you groan.

"Feels so fuckin' good..." he agrees.

You feel those little butterfly kisses from his eyelashes where he blinks against your skin; the soft graze of his patchy scruff catching against your throat.

You both moan out in sweet relief; your foreheads pressing against one another’s, as you’re reconnected, feeling like you should never be separated again.

The tip of his hawkish nose brushes against yours; his mouth crooking into a smile as your pants increase again, and he feels that yummy tightening around his dick, thoroughly enjoying the show of watching you come undone around him.

“Harder,” you whine to him, as he dives deeper into you, feeling every inch of him pack you out; lighting up those sparkly neurons inside your head like triggers leading to an almighty explosion of Christmas glitter and embers.

He pins your hands down above your head, resting his full body weight on them as his hips pummel into you, becoming more intense with each deep stroke.

“Fuck, Frankie!” You cry out as he breathes with you, trying to keep himself under control as you call out his name, but it’s useless; he craves everything you’re giving to him right now - the looks, the sounds, the feel of you tightening and squeezing around his cock.

“You wanted it harder.” He puffs with that crooked grin you want to taste.

Your back arches again as he brushes against the sweet spot inside, and makes it vibrate heavily within you.

Your legs wrap tighter around him, cinching him into you deeper; your fingers reach for his as he lets go of your wrists, interlocking with his digits as he kisses you once more, your mouths exploring each other all over again.

He growls out as you lock your feet together at the ankles as he ploughs deeper and harder into you; the bed creaking and squeaking under you both.

He reaches down, thumbing your clit as he thrusts harder into you. Heels pressed into his butt cheeks as he works you up again, never really letting you wander far from the midst of another enticing, sweet orgasm.

You can hear the sound of his cock inside you; that wet, heavy slapping noise as he fucks harder, works his hips faster.

He can’t keep his eyes off of you, staring at your body cinched up in the basque; all those curves and angles of you accentuated by it, tits bouncing over the top of it.

You gasp, biting down on your lip, your head straining back into the duvet as he feels you explode around his cock again; those little tremors around the head before he feels you squeeze tight around him and then release again.

"Yes! Frankie!" You call with a dying voice.

He wants to come inside you, wants you to feel what you’re doing to him. What you always fucking do to him.

You can see the need he has for you inside of his eyes; frantic and desperate. You push him onto his back and sit on top of him, lowering yourself slowly onto his thick cock.

"Yeah, baby. Like that... oh fuck." He groans as you rock up and down on him, his hands gripping around your hips, moving you into a steadily, deep rhythm that makes him bend and break.

“Ride me, querida!” Frankie hisses, encouragingly. Unable to comprehend that this could ever stop feeling so good.

You twirl and grind down on him as he pushes up with his hips, pulling you down onto his chest so he can kiss you again.

He crosses his arms over your back and hammers up into you. Heels of his feet pressing into the bed as he fucks you hard.

"Oh shit, shit!" You groan.

He ploughs in faster, feeling your slick walls tighten around him and making him work that bit harder to press on through into your cunt as it strangles and contracts around him.

He’s insubordinately beautiful, clutching onto him as you call out his name again and again with each hard stroke that he delivers inside of your squelching hole.

"I'm gonna come, fuck... I'm gonna come!" He wheezes.

Groaning loudly, Frankie’s lost as he comes; like he’s been tossed into a new dimension where nothing makes sense or is recognisable.

He forgets how to breathe for a moment; all he can see is you pulling him back towards you, saving him and rasping out with him as you both combust in tune with one another.

His cock is still twitching as he pulls out, you take a hold of it, pumping him a few times and making him groan and smirk in delight as you feel his spend dribble out of you and seep into the messy, creased duvet.

“Holy shit,” Frankie chokes on a throaty gasp.

He runs his hand around his throat a few times, beside himself before you lean down over him; his body weak and shaky.

You nuzzle into him, planting kisses over his cheeks as his fingers fiddle with the velvet bows on your basque.

His eyes are sleepy looking, like he’s dosed up on some wonder drug called pussy and he never wants off this high.

Frankie pulls you further on top of him; crushing you agaisnt his chest, his cock nestled nicely between your thighs. Sweaty curls are stuck to his forehead and he's never looked so good.

He spends the next few minutes just lost inside your mouth, holding you tight and letting his hand reach down and have a generous squeeze of your ass cheeks.

“Gracias por mi regalo, hermosa.” He sighs, contentedly. “Best gift ever.”

“You’re welcome, baby.” You smile, running your lips over his cheeks and fuzzy whiskers.

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pedroslittlelady · 3 months

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Does anyone else go through cycles of reading Pedro’s characters?

Like one week or month I’m fixated on Joel, then it’s Din, then it’s Javier Peña, and now it’s Frankie. Who’s next? Probably Dave.

This has been going on for a year straight now, and I’m still not close to being done with any of them!

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dancingtotuyo · 1 month

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Home | Part 0.5

Frankie “Catfish” Morales x f!reader

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Frankie tells you he’s leaving.

Warnings/Tags: established relationship, girl dad!Frankie, swearing, fighting, drug addiction, recovery

Notes: a little prequel of sorts to this beautiful little story and family that I love.

Thank you to @fhatbhabie and @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin for putting your beautiful eyes on this baby!

Words: 1368

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When you see the headlights in the drive, you expect Frankie to stumble in on the shoulders of one of his buddies. You wait by the backdoor to silence them the moment they stumble in so they don’t wake the sleeping infant you spent an hour putting to bed. You don’t mind drunk Frankie or stoned Frankie. You like seeing him relaxed and enjoying himself. It’s coked out Frankie you worry about. It flashes before you each time he heads out for an evening.

You trust his friends. They’ve been through literal war together. It’s him you worry about. You worry he’ll slip away from the group. It only takes minutes- seconds even.

The headlights shine across the worn siding for too long before they cut off and Frankie rounds the corner, perfectly stable on his two feet. He stops between the house and the truck, cell phone pressed to his ear. He pinches the bridge of his nose, removes his hat from his head and runs a hand through the curls before putting it back on his head. You can’t make out his words through the door, but you recognize the cadence. He’s speaking spanish. A hand lands on his hip as he turns, eyes landing on yours. He stills. Then turns away. A pit settles in your stomach.

It settles in your bones.You know who he’s talking to. You’re not going to like what he has to say. When he turns around, you’re not there anymore.

You know before the back door squeaks open. It’s always two knocks on the side of the house, three stomps on the doormat. Your hands are submerged in steaming, sudsy water as you work through the ever piling mountain of dirty dishes.

Frankie hears it as he eases out of his boots, the extra clink as each dish is placed on the drying rack. Each one sends a cringe through his body. He stands in the doorway between the mudroom and kitchen, watching you under the single kitchen light. Your shoulders are tense. He catches the flashes of rage from your eyes off your reflection in the window.

“Have a good night, Fransisco?” Your back stays turned to him.

He closes his eyes, letting out a deep sigh. “Fuck.” He practically mouths.

One plate hits another with enough force to break it if it weren’t Corell.

“Layla asleep?” He cautiously works his way toward you.

“It’s after midnight.”

The dish rack rattles again.

“Baby…”

You drop the silverware in your hand, spinning to face him. “You said you were done!” Your wet hands hit against his chest. “We agreed no more!”

Frankie captures your hands, holding them to his chest. The water seeps into his shirt. Tears prickle your vision. He’s not sure what to say, other than you’re right. “I’m sorry.” It scratches his throat as it comes out.

“That’s it? That’s all I get?”

“It’s seventeen grand,” He says. “Just recon. I’ll be back in a week.”

You scoff, pulling away from him. “It’s never just anything with the five of you. Never just one with you.” You don’t even try to hide your tears, your fears.

Frankie swallows. He should shut up. He really should. He won’t be able to convince you. He knows that. It’s like coke, always telling himself no more and just one more. One more won’t hurt. It’s a weak argument, but it’s all he’s got left. He’s not excited about this. You can see it in his eyes. He doesn’t want to go, but you know you won’t be able to talk him out of it.

“They need a pilot.”

“And Layla needs her father!” You yell. You want to scream it until the walls rattle and Pope rescinds the offer.

It falls quiet, a silent war raging between the two of you. He tries to step forward, grab your hand, but you step back out of reach. Then, Layla’s wails raise.

“Fuck,” You sigh, shoulders falling in defeat.

“I can-”

You put your hands up to stop him. “I think you’ve done enough, Frankie.”

He sighs as you walk away from him. Layla’s cries slowly fade away. Frankie clenches and unclenches his fists over and over. He wants to punch a wall or kick a chair. He wants to yell at the world as his heart tears between his entire world sitting in the bedroom and his duty to his brothers. He wishes Santiago had never come back and dragged him back into a world that makes him feel like he’s drowning.

The need courses through him, soothing all the rest. It’s unnerving how it sneaks up and pushes the rest of the world away. Rubbing his hands together, Frankie chews on his lip. His eyes flicker to the back door and then down the hall to your closed bedroom door. It would be so easy to slip out. He licks his lips. You would never know.

He’s so close to doing it. In two long strides across the kitchen, he could grab his truck keys. He passed his dealer in the same alleyway as always, a strip mall 8 minutes down the road. His muscles twitch as he almost follows his thoughts, but Layla’s sweet squeal echoes down the hallway, gluing him to the floor.

His body screams at him. The next high is only 8 minutes away. Another precious giggle. Your tired laugh follows, Nails dig into his palm. Layla is 8 steps away.

He can’t move.

He doesn’t move.

He stands there in the kitchen light for hours. Finally, his heartbeat evens out. His feet break free, carrying him to the shower where he grapples with his choices. He’s going to South America. You’re mad. He’s going back on his promise. It repeats in his head until the water runs cold, kicking him from its comfort.

He eases into your room, the soft hall light casting a warm glow over your face until the door clicks behind him. He drops his clothes in the hamper, tosses his hat in the direction of the dresser.

He looks down at Layla sleeping. He can’t make out the rise and fall of her chest in the dark. His anxiety sparks until he touches her back and it’s there steady and rhythmic.

He’s careful not to disturb you as he crawls into bed. His old ARMY shirt rides up around your thighs. You still carry the baby weight, particularly around your stomach and thighs, and it drives Frankie insane. He’s constantly fighting the urge to grab the extra parts of you. He loves it.

His rough palms slide over your thighs. Slipping under the shirt, he rests his hand in the soft folds of skin just above your underwear. He presses a kiss to the crook of your neck. Cool water droplets fall from his wet curls.

You inhale sharply, chest quivering as you let it out. Frankie pauses, holding his breath in anticipation. He assumed you were fast asleep.

It's quiet between you. The box fan roars in the window, pushing the humid Florida air around. The red alarm clock number changes. His brain shuts off as he waits for you to speak, to tell him to leave and not come back.

“When do you leave?”

Frankie’s muscles release slightly. His fingers trace little pictures along your stomach. “Thursday.”

You nod, staring straight ahead. You won’t cry. You refuse. “Just a week?”

“Just a week.”

You turn to face him, hands cupping his face. “You promise?”

He brushes the back of his hand across your cheek. “I promise.”

“I mean it, Frankie.” A choke bites at your throat. You push it down. “I can’t do this alone. We need you.”

The tears that sting your eyes finally fall. Frankie presses his forehead to yours, hand cupping the back of your neck. “I promise, baby.” He mumbles into your skin. “Just recon. 7 days.”

You nod, arms slipping around his waist. You beg for his proximity. He obliges.

He whispers the promises to you in English and Spanish over and over until your eyes fall shut. As they do, you can’t escape the sinking feeling that he’ll break every single one.

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auteurdelabre · 3 months

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Daddy Morales - FINAL Frankie! x F!Reader

Summary: After Frankie breaks things off with you to protect his marriage, you decide to make him jealous at a family BBQ. . . and then you ensure he stays yours permanently.

rating: 18+

tags contain spoilers

tags: Infidelity, Face-Fucking, MAJOR Daddy Kink, Doggy Style, Cock Riding, Nickname: Babygirl, Dom!Frankie, Sub!Frankie, Possessive, Jealousy, Sexual Coersion, Forced Impregnation.

a/n: please don't look at me. This series was finished for the one person who said they wanted the ending. I hope its... okay? Tell me if I missed any tags!

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Pigtails.

Frankie breaks things off with you for the sake of his marriage and sanity and you show up today in fucking pigtails.

"Hi Mr. Morales," you say when he opens his front door.

Frankie is gobsmacked to see you here on a Saturday morning when he and his family are supposed to be heading out to Will's place for a BBQ.

Two weeks ago he'd called you during the day, his heart in his stomach. He knew he had to break things off. Fucking you in his bed, coming inside you without knowing you were on birth control? He was out of his element, playing with fire.

You'd been upset. Called him a liar. Said he was a hypocrite. You'd also turned down two babysitting jobs at their place since then, citing you were busy at school.

He's deleted everything off his phone that you were on. No more photos of you sleepy eyed in bed kissing him. No more texts of your hand slipped below your panties with xo. He never texted you back and your face isn't shown in the photos so thankfully there was nothing much to scrub there.

It's like this never happened.

He'd been terrified that you'd tell Carmen. For the last two weeks he'd been waiting for her to come storming in, slapping his face and demanding a divorce.

But instead things are calm at home. In his guilt Frankie is more patient with her, listening intently when she talks, he's more loving. He kisses her temple and brushes his hand along her back when she walks by him. He tells her how beautiful she is when she rocks Luca to sleep.

They even fucked last night. Frankie forgot how good it felt to be with someone his age, how loving it could be when they weren't fighting. Carmen made him a husband, a father. She's done so much to make sure she's not critical of him as much. Things are going good, Frankie almost thinks of his indiscretion as a wakeup call.

And then today you and pigtails.

You give a small smirk, looking up at him. You twirl one of your pigtails innocently as he stares at your shorts and tight t-shirt. You're not wearing a bra and he is positive he can see the outline of your nipples.

"What are you doing here?"

"Hi Mrs. Morales," you say ignoring him and looking over his shoulder.

He feels his blood run cold when Carmen approaches with a babbling Luca in her arms.

"Thank you for coming on such short notice," Carmen tells you with a smile, handing Luca over to you. Frankie is still thrown, confused as to what is happening.

"What--"

"I thought we should take some time and enjoy the BBQ," Carmen says attempting civility. "Figured if Luca has his babysitter that means we can enjoy some grown up time."

"But I wanted the guys to see Luca," Frankie argues, desperate to find a reason to send you home.

"He will," Carmen says motioning to you holding their son. "She's coming with us."

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"Fuck, isn't she a pretty little thing," Benny says from behind his beer bottle later that afternoon.

"She is a peach," Will agrees.

Frankie frowns as the men gather around the BBQ giving appraising looks as you bend over to pick up one of Luca's toys.

The day is sunny and warm and swarming with friends and Miller relations. The food is plentiful and the cold drinks close at hand. There's been plenty of laughing and teasing, but when the conversation turns to Frankie's cute babysitter his good mood dims.

Carmen is nearby talking to one of the Miller cousins, laughing. Frankie looks past her to see you laughing as you fly a toy plane overhead of a gurgling Luca.

"How do you leave the house when something like that is just hanging around?" Benny smirks to Frankie. "She always dress like that?"

No.

You're usually in jeans and a casual shirt. Not shorts so high he can see the curve of your ass begin. Not with t-shirts so tight he can see your fucking nipples. And never, never in pigtails. You're doing it to fuck with him. To make him want you and know that he can't have you. You want to punish him for stopping things.

Frankie watches Benny walking over to you, holding out a beer to you. You shake your head, motioning to Luca and probably saying you can't while you're working.

Benny moves closer and Frankie doesn't miss how your eyes briefly flit over to him before turning back to Benny.

"You okay there Frank?" Pope smirks. "Gonna shatter that glass. Things okay with the old lady?"

Frankie holds in a relieved sigh. They just assume you're irritated that Carmen's talking with some guy.

"It's okay," Frankie shrugs. "Getting better."

"Good," Pope asks, his dark eyes losing their humor. "I'm glad to hear it."

"Yeah we're getting back on track," Frankie says, dragging his eyes away from you and Benny.

"Living happily," Pope observes, placing a gentle hand to his friends shoulder and squeezing tightly. "That's what they call winning at life."

Frankie wants to reply but he seems to have lost sight of you in the process of the conversation. His dark eyes scan the space and he turns to Carmen as she approaches him a short while later.

"Where is the fucking babysitter?" Frankie grumbles. "Aren't we paying her?"

"Ease up Frankie," Carmen says handing him a Coke as she holds a sleepy Luca. "She's been amazing all day. She's allowed a break."

Frankie doesn't ease up. He doesn't ease up because he's noticed another glaring absentee amongst the throng of BBQ guests - Benny.

Without thinking Frankie's legs carry him into the Miller house, his heart hammering. Much like in Columbia he enters stealthily, his footfalls quiet as he scans each room. It's when he comes to the main level bathroom door that he pauses. It's closed, and when he tilts forward he can hear Benny's voice.

"You know why they call these handlebars?" Benny is asking, his voice teasing. Frankie swallows the white hot rage that comes along with your giggled response.

"No, why?"

"Lemme show you," Benny says, his voice pitched low. "Why don't you get on your knees, gorgeous?"

Frankie feels his jaw clenching, his hand tightening around the doorknob. He feels jealousy licking at his abdomen when he hears shuffling and the sound of a zipper being drawn down.

"You like it?" Benny asks.

No. Say no.

"Mhmm," you enthuse. "S'pretty."

"It'll look prettier in that mouth of yours," Benny says, voice dipping softly. "Why don't you taste it?"

There's a pause and then the wet sounds Frankie knows so well. It makes his pulse pound furiously in his chest.

"Oh yeah baby," Benny groans. "You're fucking good at that."

You give a breathless thank you before Frankie hears you take him into your mouth again and begin moaning gently around him.

Frankie thinks he's going to dent the knob in his hand by how hard he's squeezing it. His ear is pressed so tightly against the door it aches.

"We gotta be quiet though," Benny says between grunts. "Can you do that?"

Frankie holds his breath as you must pull off Benny once more.

"Yes Daddy."

Frankie sees red.

He shoulders open the door grunting as the cheap lock breaks and it thrusts open. He catches the mirrors reflection of you on your knees with your mouth around Benny's cock. He's gripping your pigtails one in each fist, holding you in place as he fucks into your mouth.

When Frankie comes barreling into the room the two of you break apart, you wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand, Benny hurriedly tucking himself back into his shorts.

"Frankie what the fuck man?"

"She's my fucking babysitter," Frankie says menacingly. "What is wrong with you?"

"She's an adult, man-"

"She's supposed to be babysitting my kid," Frankie spits out, his face red with anger. "We're not paying her to be in here sucking your cock!"

He looks deranged, so much so that Benny actually cowers. He’s never seen Frankie like this, not since Columbia and the horrible time there. When Frankie’s eyes blew black and wide and furious.

"I'm sorry," Benny says. "I'm sorry, Frank."

"Get the fuck outta here."

Benny leaves scrambling and zipping up his shorts. He doesn't even cast a look at you as he rushes out. Frankie slams the door after him.

"And you," Frankie says rounding on you still kneeling on the floor. He expects you to look terrified of his anger but instead you look... Amused?

"Calling another man Daddy?" Frankie grunts out furiously, grabbing you by the back of the neck and forcing you to a stand. He holds you by the scruff of your neck as you smile sweetly up at him.

"I'm sorry Daddy."

"You're gonna be," Frankie growls.

He forces you over to the bathroom sink and pins you between himself and the bathroom counter tugging down your shorts and panties. He doesn't even check to see if you're wet, he just slides himself into your cunt.

"You wanna be a whore?" Frankie spits, cock slamming into you from behind. "Then you're gonna take cock like one."

"Fuck!” you cry out, eyes wide as he tilts you over the counter.

"Shut the fuck up and take it," Frankie orders. "You take Daddy's cock and you say thank you."

Frankie sees your head dropping and he responds by pressing your body further against the counter, watching your reflection in the mirror. His hips are smacking into your ass loudly. You jolt forward over the sink, your hands gripping the counter tightly. You don't know if you love or hate what's going on.

Frankie looks at the back of your head, eyes fixed on those fucking pigtails. He takes one in each broad hand and uses them to tug your head back. Your mouth hangs open slack, eyes on him in the reflection.

"You watch yourself get fucked," Frankie groans, eyes heavy lidded. "You fucking watch Daddy's cock slide into your tight little cunt."

"Yes Daddy," you whimper, you entire body rippling as he fucks himself deeper into you from behind.

"Who's cock do you come on?

"Only yours."

Frankie looks possessed, his teeth clenched tightly as he fucks you. "Who's mouth?"

"Yours, Daddy."

"That's right."

You begin to moan now as his cock hits a particularly good spot within you. Frankie winces, thinking if someone else decides to come into the house they’ll hear you.

"Being too loud babygirl," Frankie pants out. "Gotta make sure that mouth is full."

He pulls out of you roughly. You give a small whimper of surprise before he's turned you around and forced you on your knees. You don’t hestitate to submit, your eyes bright and gleeful as Frankie unravels in front of you.

"Open," he orders and you comply, eyes glazed. Your mouth opens widely, tongue out enticingly. Frankie smiles at how eager you are. He takes his thick cock in hand, tapping it against your tongue.

"You don't call anyone else Daddy, do you understand?”

You nod, about to say something when he thrusts his cock between your lips and starts fucking hard.

"You belong to me," Frankie tells you darkly, hands wrapping around your pigtails once more to hold you in place. "This mouth only sucks my cock."

"Ylesh Dahnndy," you garble around his cock.

His cock comes popping out of your mouth and he strokes vigorously, his cheeks stained with red. You’re breathing deeply, swallowing before his cock thrusts back between your lips, fucking your mouth until your eyes water. He does this over and over until saliva drips down your chin and your face is wet with tears.

Only then does he pull out, panting so heavily he feels dizzy. You look wrecked, eyes half-open and mouth swollen.

"I missed you, Daddy," you tell him with a hoarse voice.

"Missed you too babygirl," Frankie pants, feeling lightheaded. He strokes a thumb along your lower lip. "You're doing so good for Daddy."

You beam up at him, kneeled at his feet. Frankie continues stroking his cock, picking up the pace.

"Want you to fuck me hard Daddy," you tell him, your hand replaces his. You give ginger licks to the head of his cock as you continue to jerk him off. “Finish inside me.”

"We've been gone too long already," Frankie insists, even though his cock continues to thrust into your slick palm.

“I think you wanna fuck me,” you say, pausing to take off your shirt. Frankie watches those luscious fucking tits free themselves to the air, groaning as you stand naked and waiting for him.

"Need you deep," you say as you fingers slide between your legs. "Need to come on Daddy's cock." You kneel there at his feet, touching yourself and moaning.

"Baby please," Frankie murmurs, but he's already stepping out of his jeans and stepping over to you. “We should stop.”

"You really wanna stop, Daddy?" you say with an oily smile up at him, fingers working between your legs. "When my pussy is this wet and tight for you?"

Frankie makes a strangled noise in his throat before he drops to the ground next to you.

"No baby. Please let Daddy fuck you."

You smile when he urges you onto your hands and knees on the tile and begins to slam his hips into your ass with vigor. It makes a loud, clapping noise.

"This is so wrong," Frankie whimpers, hating that the knowledge is turning him on this badly.

He watches your hips flexing as he fucks you from behind. The reflection of the shower door shows him your tits bouncing with every thrust. Frankie feels his balls tighten when you glance over your shoulder, jerking with every thrust from Frankie.

"Tell me I'm the only girl you wanna fuck."

"You are," Frankie promises you, eyes half-lidded. "Only wanna fuck this perfect pussy."

"Prove it."

"How?" Frankie starts to babble, feeling that tingle at the base of his spine. "I'll do anything."

"Leave your wife," you groan, feeling his cock nudging your g-spot over and over. "Leave your wife and you can have me. You can fuck this perfect cunt every day."

“Christ,” Frankie moans, his back damp with sweat as he fucks into you.

"You wanna leave her," you insist, ass bouncing against his hips. “I know you do.”

You both dissolve into moans and grunts for the next several seconds, Frankie pulls you up by the waist until your back is balanced against his front. He fucks up into you, grunting into your ear.

"Yes, I wanna leave her," Frankie says if only so you'll keep squeezing his cock like that. "This is the only cunt I wanna fuck."

"Finish inside me," you whimper, arching further for him as you feel his hips start to stutter under you. "Finish inside me and make me yours, Daddy."

"Yes yes yes," Frankie hisses pulling you down against his twitching cock. "Gonna make a mess of y-"

The door bursts open just before he can finish his sentence, startling Frankie enough that he pulls out but not before he comes, pearlescent stripes decorating your ass. He groans out loudly as he comes, draining his cock onto you.

"Frankie what the fuck?"

Frankie snaps out of his lust filled haze long enough to see Carmen at the door to the now opened bathroom door with a sleeping Luca in her arms. She looks at the babysitter kneeling away from Frankie, ass coated in come. She looks at her husband's red cheeks and softening cock.

He's about to say something, anything, when you suddenly start giggling. Frankie is horrified when you crawl up into his lap and start grinding against his flaccid cock.

"What are you doing?" Frankie murmurs, his heart going wild in his chest. You look completely composed however, almost irritated at the interruption. He feels you loop your arms around his neck and continue rubbing your pussy along his cock.

Frankie darts his eyes to his wife's face as she watches her husband's cock swell to life and her babysitter slowly lower herself onto it. Carmen is horrified, stuck in spot as she watches her husband start to grind up against the woman in his lap.

“What the fuck is wrong with you two?”

Frankie hears Carmen and goes to turn his head, but your hands have come to either side of his face to stop him. You force his eyes to you, rising and falling as you take his cock further.

"Don't stop," you murmur, your pussy moving up and down his cock. Frankie's eyelids flutter, confused why his cock is so hard inside you when Carmen has caught you. Why it still feels so good when he’s been caught.

"She's seen-"

"Let her watch," you say, mouth on his neck sucking sweet little love bites into his throat.

“We need to stop.”

Frankie whimpers as you smile, pressing a long kiss to his damp mouth. Then you're lips graze his ear. "Let her watch Daddy fill up his babygirl with cum."

Frankie lets out a desperate moan, his hips jerking upwards, hands smoothing over the globe of your ass.

"You need Daddy's cock to come."

“Yes,” you breathe, pressing your forehead to his as he continues fucking you. “Yes, I do.”

And suddenly despite everything, Carmen feels like she's interrupted something. Like she's the one who is in the wrong and not her husband fucking the babysitter. It mutes her, leaves her frozen and staring as Frankie pulls you harder down into his lap.

Frankie's face is pink, his mouth parted, your body still covered in his spend as you start to fuck yourself on his cock.

"Don't have to be quiet," you whisper against Frankie's sweaty cheek. "Let her know how good this pussy feels, Daddy."

Frankie feels the whimpers escape him when you trace your tongue along the lobe of his ear, whispering how good he feels, how big, how much you want his come. Frankie feels his head tilting back, ragged moans escaping him.

"See how he fucks me?" You call out to Carmen over your shoulder, hips rolling over Frankie's as he holds you. "He fuck you like this? He makes these noises for you, Mrs. Morales?"

"You two... You two are fucking sick," Carmen yells before she's fled from the room in disgust.

"I'm sorry," Frankie cries out after her, his eyes sorrowful even as he pistons in and out of your dripping cunt. "I'm sorry!"

"Don't be sorry," you tell him, arching back and fucking yourself on his cock faster and faster. "Don't be sorry, Daddy. Just fuck me hard. Just focus on that."

There is a relief. The knowledge that there's no more lies, no more sneaking around with a pit in his stomach.

Living happily. That's what they call winning at life.

But as he thinks of Carmen storming away with tears in her eyes and Luca in her arms, Frankie can't help but think that winning feels a lot like losing.

"I should go after her," Frankie pants, his cock throbbing inside you.

"No Daddy," you soothe, pulling yourself up so he can hold you while he fucks you. "You stay right here."

He doesn't stop. He can’t. Any choice in the matter is gone the second your cunt clenches around his throbbing cock. How is he still so fucking hard? His hips continue to snap against your ass, pulling you both closer and closer to orgasm.

“You’re mine,” you growl, milking his cock harshly. “All mine Mr. Morales. And I’m gonna make you a Daddy again.”

Something about how you say that causes a chill to go through Frankie. He narrows his dark eyes on you.

“What?”

Frankie feels his hips slowing as you giggle, breasts bouncing as you ride him, spurring him to continue. His hands are still around your hips, but they loosen.

“I’m not on the pill,” you tell him with a simper. “And I’m ovulating today.”

It’s as if only now Frankie is seeing the crazed look in your eye, the almost feral way you grin as you ride him, as if you’ve won a coveted prize.

And he realizes for the first time that there is something deeply frightening about you.

Before he can pull from you, he feels your climax hitting you, causing fresh arousal to soak his throbbing cock and bringing him deeper into your cunt. His balls tighten and his thrusts go fast and deep. You cling to him, thighs parting so you can take him further, murmuring that this one will stick, that you’ll be the most perfect wife for him.

It's too late to stop. Too late to throw you off. He's coming, he's coming fucking hard. He empties himself deep into your pussy groaning loudly as you cry out for him to make you a Mommy.

When he’s spent you both rise on rubbery legs, pulling on your clothes. You’re chirping about how he’ll move in with you, how he’s already left quite a few things at your apartment already.

“We’re gonna be so happy Frankie,” you say, throwing your arms around him and kissing him soundly. “You’re the best Daddy and I’m gonna be the most amazing Mommy.”

He holds you loosely, his entire being still in a state of shock, his eyes drawn to his stunned reflection in the mirror. He looks at you serenely tucked against him and he sees his own dark eyes slowly filling with tears.

I know. I'm sick.

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pedroscurls · 11 months

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Third Time’s A Charm (Part 1).

Character(s): Frankie “Catfish” Morales , Reader (female, second person POV) Summary: There is history between you and Frankie. In fact, you have both broken up twice and yet, you still seem to find your way back to each other. Could this third chance be the last and final one? Word Count: 2,339 Author's Note: And we’re here! Frankie Morales officially has my heart. I’m so excited for you all to read what I have in store for this story. We’re in for a ride. Please note that this story will have mentions of drug use / addiction and PTSD, but I will give a warning for each chapter. Happy reading! Warning: None.

Right person, wrong time. You and Frankie knew that concept all too well. You both could never get the timing right, but the amount of love you two shared never faded. It always lingered, always gave you both a feeling that maybe one day, it would work out. You left it in the universe’s hands at that point, a firm believer that if it was meant to be, you will find your way back to each other.

But after he got married, you started to keep your distance. It hurt too much to be around him. You shared so much history with Frankie and being around him, seeing him with another woman that wasn’t you, just didn’t feel right.

Yes, you both still talked, still checked in with each other, but the conversations became less and less frequent.

You never did get along with his wife, part of the reason being that she didn’t like that Frankie was still friends with a woman he had been in a relationship with… Twice.

So, when Santiago showed up on your doorstep one afternoon, you were surprised to say the least. It had been a little over a year since you spoke to the other man, having heard from Will that he had been in Colombia.

But here he was. A smile on his face paired with warm and kind eyes. Santiago was Frankie’s best friend. In fact, he was the reason why you and Frankie had been in a relationship to begin with. He had set you both up on a blind date after believing that you and Frankie would make a great pair, and Santiago wasn’t wrong.

You and Frankie were both shy at the beginning of the date, teetering on being polite and also not knowing what to expect, but after a couple of drinks and a shared interest over planes, you both started to relax.

It was truly one of the best dates you had ever been on and it only kickstarted the beautiful, yet painful relationship with Frankie.

The first breakup was mutual, both too afraid to admit that this relationship could be something beautiful. The breakup only lasted four months before Frankie reached out to you, asking you out for a cup of coffee to see how you were doing. It didn’t take long before you both admitted that you still loved each other, that the feelings you shared hadn’t left.

And so, you both tried to give it another shot.

But the second breakup was painful. You and Frankie had been together for three years before the breakup. You had been accepted into a very competitive master’s program at a college in California, which was a dream you always had even before Frankie. The program would last for two years and you and Frankie had made the decision to end the relationship.

You both agreed that you didn’t want to try a long distance relationship, afraid that it might just ruin the relationship you both built.

“I love you,” he whispered. You both decided to end the relationship a month before you had to leave, not wanting to prolong the inevitable even further.

“Will we ever get the timing right?” you asked.

Frankie didn’t know the answer to that. He hadn’t ever felt this way about someone and while this seemed so painful, to end a relationship without even trying to make it work, it made sense. He knew how important this program was to you, how passionate you were about teaching, about literature, that he couldn’t ask you to stay. It would be selfish of him to ask that of you.

Frankie didn’t want to let you go, but he knew that he had to.

“I guess we’ll find out,” he finally replied.

“Two years…” you said quietly. “It’s only gonna be two years and I’ll visit for the holidays and–”

Frankie shushed you, his hand gently cupping your cheek. He looked into your eyes for a brief moment before he scanned the rest of your features, memorizing every inch of your face, every freckle and mole… This seemed like goodbye.

“Don’t,” he interrupted. “I mean, I want you to go to California without having to worry about me, about us.”

“I love you, Frankie…”

“I love you too, baby.” Frankie was never someone who allowed himself to show emotions, to cry, but being with you had shown him that all he needed was a safe space, someone to show him that it was okay to feel things, to express how you were feeling. But right now, he didn’t want to show his pain, afraid that if you noticed it, you would put your dream on hold to stay here, in Florida, with him. “You’re going to be great.”

“I’m gonna miss you.”

Frankie gently pecked your lips. “I’ll be right here when you get back, baby.”

But six months into your program, you had become so busy, so engrossed in your studies that Frankie had taken a backseat. You knew that he would be okay; he had Santiago, Will, Benny, and Tom. While he didn’t promise that he would wait for you, it still surprised you when you found out he was engaged and eventually married.

Santiago and the rest of the guys always believed that you would come back from California and pick up right where you and Frankie left off. You had spent plenty of time with Frankie’s friends, hearing plenty of stories from their time in the military. You even felt like you were part of their group, teasing Santiago and Benny about the women they tried to pick up, confiding in Will when Frankie was in a slump, and even finding comfort in Tom’s presence.

“Santi,” you finally said. “This is a surprise.”

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Had to come visit you,” Santiago smiled, pulling you into a hug. “How are you?”

You took comfort in his embrace. It felt like forever since you felt this safe. Frankie and his group of friends always gave you that feeling, that sense of security.

“I’m good,” you replied, pulling back and looking into his eyes. “I heard you’ve been in Colombia.”

“From Frankie?”

You shook your head. “From Will actually.”

Santiago nodded. You let him inside your apartment and shut the door behind you. You walked towards the kitchen, hearing his boots against your wooden floors as he followed you.

“Have you talked to Frankie?”

You shook your head, grabbing two glasses to fill with water. “I haven’t talked to him in over a year. I talk to Will and Benny, though. I get my updates from them. Tom’s– He’s been dealing with the separation, so I haven’t spoken to him either.”

“You haven’t talked to Frankie in that long?” Santiago asked, surprised.

“He’s married and his wife made it very clear that she isn’t comfortable with us talking, so out of respect, I decided that it would be best to keep my communication with Frankie limited.” You handed him the glass. “I hear he’s doing okay, though.”

“You know, us guys always thought it would be you two,” Santiago admitted, taking the glass of water from you and nodding his thanks. “You kept him grounded. Hell, you kept all of us grounded.”

You smiled, shaking your head. “Yeah right. Keep you five men grounded? Sure, Santi.”

“I’m serious,” he smiled. “Having you around… It was nice. Frankie always told us–”

“Santiago,” you interrupted. “He has moved on. I still love him, still care about him, but he’s married.”

Santiago nodded. “Right, yeah. I’m sorry.”

“So, what brings you by? Unannounced, by the way. You could have called.”

He chuckled. “Beats the element of surprise.”

You arched a brow, sitting across from him. “What’s going on?”

And from there, Santiago told you about his plan about asking the guys to come back to Colombia with him. You had spent so much time with Frankie and the rest of the guys that their stories about their time in the military didn’t scare you. Instead, it made you sad, frustrated, angry for Frankie, Santiago, Will, Tom, and Benny that they had to endure what they went through only to be cast aside once they were retired veterans.

Santiago’s plan sounded dangerous, but if they could pull it off, the reward would be worth it. But for the plan to work successfully, he needed Frankie, Tom, Benny, and Will to be on board. He needed all of them.

You didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to react. You noticed that Santiago always had the ideas, never small, always big. He believed that he could get Lorea, while simultaneously seizing worth seventy-five million dollars.

“What do you think? You think I can get all of them on board?” Santiago asked.

“I think that’s a big ask, Santi.” You sighed. You were sure that each man had something going on, but at the same time, you knew how tight knit this group was. You knew that if Santiago showed this much passion to the guys, then you knew that they would back him up. No matter what. “But you know them more than I do, so you tell me.”

Santiago nodded, looking around your apartment. “I bet with your help, I can convince them no problem.”

“No,” you shook your head. “Santiago, I can’t.”

“Why not? You know all of us. We all love you, trust you, and–”

“Santiago,” you interrupted. “I believe in you… I believe in all of you, but–”

“This can be good for us,” he replied. “This money and getting Lorea? Not only will Colombia be safer, but the money can do a lot of good for us.”

“I don’t want the money. I’m not even going to Colombia, so I don’t think I should get any part of it.” You said quietly. “Besides, I can’t– I don’t want to be part of something this dangerous. You can all get hurt, or worse.”

“We won’t. We know what we’re doing. This will be easy compared to what we’ve done.” Santiago reached out for you, his eyes softening, pleading. “Listen, how about you just come by tonight? Benny’s fighting and I’m sure the guys will love to see you. It’ll be like old times.”

“Is Frankie going to be there?”

“I don’t know,” Santiago lied. “Besides, if he is, I know he’d be happy to see you.”

“Santi…”

“Please,” he said quietly. You could tell this meant a lot to him. This mission, giving back to the people of Colombia, to the guys who struggled after getting out of the military… You knew he needed this.

“Fine,” you replied. “But only because I miss Benny’s fights.”

He grinned in triumph, standing and pulling you into a hug. “I’ll pick you up tonight. We can go together.”

“Okay, but the first round is on you.”

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You were sitting at the front, waiting for Santiago while he and Will went to the men’s locker room. You were drinking a beer, albeit very warm but alcohol nonetheless, as you watched the fights with little interest. The crowd was merely waiting for Benny, and so were you. In fact, you were waiting for Santiago and Will to come back out so that you wouldn’t have to be alone.

There were a couple of men who had come up to you, trying to make small talk, but you had told them you weren’t interested. In fact, you haven't been in a serious relationship since Frankie. The man had set the bar so high that no other man could ever reach. Sure, there were a few that have tried, but you always ended it before it could get too serious.

You were standing now, though, the crowd piquing your interest as you looked towards the cage to see two men, all bloodied and exchanging punches. While this would have deterred plenty of women, this was actually very exhilarating for you. You had always been a fan of mixed martial arts, so you had seen Benny’s fights whenever you got the chance. Luckily, every time you went, Frankie wasn’t there.

The referee stepped in to stop the fight, the man on the ground visibly not defending himself. The crowd roared in excitement, chanting the name of the winner. A couple of minutes passed before the announcer began to announce the next fight. You heard Benny’s name and you cheered loudly, raising your arms in the air (with your beer in one hand).

You glanced over at the end of the hall to see the door open. Benny walked out, wearing bright red trunks. His face was serious, focused, but you felt your heart skip a beat when you saw Frankie. He was walking alongside Santiago and Will, trailing behind Benny.

Frankie was wearing a tan colored and brown collared jacket with a gray v-neck underneath. His jeans sat perfectly on his hips, paired with a brown belt, and boots. Your eyes skimmed him, finally noticing how his curls were tucked underneath his usual Standard Heating Oil hat.

Benny looked over at you, chuckling to himself when he noticed who you were staring at.

They stopped walking and you saw Tom join Santiago, Frankie, and Will, handing them each a cup of beer. Then, Santiago pointed in your direction. You made eye contact with him for a moment before watching Frankie turn around, his eyes finally meeting yours.

His eyes instantly softened.

Yours did too.

And you both stood there, the crowd cheering Benny’s name beginning to fade out.

You saw him and the rest of the guys walk over to you. When he was standing mere inches from you, he let out a small smile. You yearned to reach out for him, to hug him and have his arms wrap around you like before, but in the back of your mind, you remembered that the man standing before you was now married.

He was off limits.

“Hey,” Frankie said. “Long time no see, hermosa.”

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Part 2.

#frankie morales #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales fanfic #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal character fanfiction #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier fanfiction #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader (you)#francisco morales #francisco catfish morales #story: third time's a charm

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penvisions · 5 months

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the holidays are hard, dev's comforting (well) fic recs

i like the way you by @undercoverpena

a lover's pinch by @hier--soir

rumor has it by @senorabond

yearling by @justagalwhowrites

best kept secret by @lincolndjarin

i know it when i see it by @bageldaddy

your summer dream s1 and s2 by @swiftispunk

it's never too late by @javierpena-inatacvest

cowboy like me || sweet child o' mine || sex on fire by @macfrog

mouthfuls of you by @frenchiereading

#dev talks #dev reads #dev recs #fic rec #fic rec list #current reads #i love everyone #and all of these stories #joel miller x reader #frankie morales x reader #din djarin x reader #javier pena x reader #marcus pike x reader

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babycakezfix · 10 months

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🍒Favorite Fics🍒

MDNI, 18+

all of the following contain smut

Last Updated: 01/30/24

*none of these are my works, just wonderful amazing fics that ive found, all credit goes to the wonderful authors, also none of the gifs are mine💋*

ps: I will continually update when I find more gold 🫶

Joel Miller

ONESHOTS

Dangerous - enimies to lovers, post breakout, slight angst, smut

Starving - strangers to lovers, smut, slight angst, post-breakout

For Science - friends to lovers, period sex, comfort/fluff

Crave - strangers to lovers, smut, sex worker reader

stranger than a stranger - manipulation, very dark joel, NONCON, perv joel, smut

patrol - caught masturbation, patrol w/ joel, smut

lazaretto - sex pollen, feral joel, !!!!NONCON!!!!

hunger - sex pollen, dubcon, after starving you and joel eat mysterious berries, slight brat!reader, age gap

healed - injured!reader, freinds to lovers, almost noncon (but joel saves reader)

one bed - smut :), stubborn joel (as always), pining (kinda)

alone and forsaken - cockwarming, hurt/comfort, horny!reader, their desperate

buzz - dbf joel, innocent (ish) reader, alcohol, smoking weed, age gap (legal)

truth or dare - dubcon!!! (but reader initiated everything), reader had a sex dream about modurn!au joel and was dared to see how far he'd go, age gap, rough, actually disgusting :)

SERIES

his favorite girl, part i - absolutely amazing, slight smutish? guitar playing joel, no outbreak au, angst

sensational; part ii - find part one on the fic, innocent reader, friends to lovers, smut, angst

Aches - perv joel (🫶), friends to lovers, innocent reader, smut

thoughts - part 2 to aches, friends to lovers, smut

monsters - enemies to lovers-ish, joel and reader clash, reader used to be innocent but now both her and joel are kinda "monsters" as the title says, but they both have a soft spot for ellie

teeth - tension finally breaks, smut, joel makes it seem like a business transaction but they are literally in love with each other <3

one thing i'm missing - literally the sweetest, most amazing joel fic out there. soft!joel, and soft!reader, they're blind, pining, hurt/comfort, eventual smut

feelings on fire - reader is back home from college to her extremely religious parents, joel miller is the new neighbor, corruption, age gap, inexperienced/virgin reader, joel kinda scares me in this ngl

Din Djarin

ONESHOTS

First - (a03 link) virgin din, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst

where to start - virgin din (virgin din owns my heart), slight dom reader, fluffish

virgin mando - virgin din, shy din, slight dom reader, fluff

holy terrain - friends to lovers, sex pollen, clueless readrr, reader gets sex pollen, smut

sex pollen - sex pollen trope, fluff, smut

in the darkness - slight noncon? but enjoys it? smut, jedi reader, entering mandos dreams

midnight excursions - late night surprises, friends to lovers, awkward reader, smut, slight dom mando

just like that - virgin reader, dom mando, one bed kinda, fluff, smut

body heat - filth, absolutely wonderful, dom mando, its cold, basically anything by @absurdthirst is actually amazing, please read their whole ass masterlist 🙏🙏

blue crush - sex pollen, dubcon, rough, it's your birthday

gut wrenching - sex pollen (theres gonna be a lot of these), dubcon, thigh riding, kinda mean mando

chemical feelings - sex pollen (again), mando affected, slight voyeurism

heat - broken air conditioning and forced proximity

to be taken care of - drunk!mando, soft din, drunk sex, feeeelinggss

just a little taste - inexperienced!din, brothel, sex work (but not reader)

focus - telepathic reader, established situationship, slight dom!din, fantasies

cherry waves - sex pollen, affected!reader, mando lends a helping hand

cutting it close - din and reader are bounty hunting in a busy club, they cant be seen, fake dating-ish?

somno - very!dark!din, NONCON, somnophilia, alcoholic reader

one stowaway, why not two - sex pollen, bounty!reader, service top din, helmet stays on, dubcon

take good care - sex pollen, dubcon, service top din, this is so good, please read

deep into the wilderness - sex pollen, dubcon, din gets bit by a snake, desert sex (tatooine)

Frankie Morales

SERIES

pt. 1 endorphins - addict!frankie, best friend reader, (sex instead of drugs), this fic is actually so amazing

pt. 2 addicted - shower sex, masturbation

Ezra (Prospect)

ONESHOTS

sex pollen - (what did we expect guys, im obsessed) dubcon

Bucky Barnes

ONESHOTS

dry humping - sub bucky, smut

win you over - bathroom sex, pining, distractions, fake dating

try to relax - forced proximity, enimies to lovers, locked in a room for hours, weed!use, slight? dubcon cause of said weed, pining

SERIES

kneel, pray and obey - father barnes, literally unholy, smut, innocent reader

unholy sacrifice - 3some, smut, unholy, smutttt, innocent reader

Natasha Romanoff

ONESHOTS

stimulation - sub nat, nipple play, smut, fluffish, established relationship

straight a student - dom nat, smut, teacher x student

Wanda Maximoff

SERIES

cute little family - dark, daddy nat, mommy wanda, wandanat, innocent reader, smut, part 1 is linked to fic

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto

ONESHOTS

the panic of love - fluff, angst, smut, very fluffy smut, feeelinggss (ik, but its worth it). hes such a gentleman

Tate Langdon

ONESHOTS

ouija board - tate has been watching reader for awhile, she and her friends decide to use an ouija board, kinda? dubcon?, soft!tate, smut

eyeliner - pining, idiots in love, tate being a teenage boy!, he's honestly feral in this one

Jimmy Darling

ONESHOTS

i held my nose and took a drink - this fic is so good trust me, reader is hypnotist, love potion (sex pollen trope), drunk jimmy, its sex pollen so dubcon, they've always had a crush on each other

chantilly lace - virgin!reader, soft smut, the tupperware party, friends pressure reader into seeing jimmy, jimmy being so sweet so charming so amazing i love him so much. oh also prostitute!jimmy

Kyle Spencer

(these are probably all going to be franken!kyle cause he's so babygirl)

ONESHOTS

in the end of the night, i can feel your warmth - franken!kyle, primal?ish?, kyle does stuff off of instinct, praise, sweet kyle, sexual guidance/coaching

feed my frankenstein - primal!kyle, franken!kyle, stripper!reader, zoe and madison are irresponsible(in this), biting, rough smut, blood

unsupervised tablet time - kyle somehow comes across p0rn on his tablet, he comes to you for help, slight dubcon? at the start, so fluffy, the fluffiest

Kai Anderson

ONESHOTS

howlin' for you - dubcon, slight NONCON? reader is winters best friend, rough, enemies to lovers (but not really), halloween :) this one is honestly so hot

Peter Maximoff

ONESHOTS

Bitchin - smut without plot, slight public stuff, he's so babygirl

sunlight - smut, clairvoyant reader, porn with plot, virgin reader, its honestly so good, please read it

SERIES

pt 1 pt 2 honeysuckle - sex pollen (I'm so sorry its my favorite) smut, porn with plot, this is amazing, beautiful, so hot.

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bluestation · 1 year

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november's assorted sketches & wips

#one piece #film red #film red spoilers #uta #franky #iceburg #usopp #only planning on finishing two of these tbh .... but anyhoo #today was the premiere of film red where i live (11/27. yes fr)#excellent experience ..... was tossed around by sound waves .... i adore uta ..... sweet closeted child . my poor bby .#morale of the story being do not ask celebrities to be ur savior or save the world #edit: i found some more i hadnt put up here so #might as well <- not the best motto #sketch log

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hender-ka · 7 months

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We are like: "Oh my god, his tanned body!"

meanwhile:

love that 😂

#pedro pascal #joel miller #triple frontier #tan #javier peña #frankie morales #fanfiction #delulu #fake scenarios #stories

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morallyinept · 6 months

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Welcome to my Pedro Pascal Character Writing Masterlist.

All my writing is protected by an officially registered copyright. I do not give you permission to copy, redistribute, translate, post elsewhere or feed my work into AI software.

Enjoy rummaging around here. I hope you'll find something you'll like! 🖤

Buy me a Ko-fi ☕️ If you like my work and enjoy what I put out there, you have the option of buying me a Ko-fi, if you'd like to. It's never expected, but always greatly appreciated. 🖤

Please check out my Scoville Smut Ratings here.🌶️

MAIN MASTERLISTS

See my specific Pedro Boy character lists below 👇🏻

Ezra Masterlist

Joel Miller Masterlist

Dieter Bravo Masterlist

Frankie Morales Masterlist

Javier Peña Masterlist

Marcus Pike Masterlist

Marcus Moreno Masterlist

Dave York Masterlist

Lucien Flores Masterlist

Max Phillips Masterlist

Agent Whiskey Masterlist

Javi Gutierrez Masterlist

Detective Tim Rockford Masterlist

Din Djarin Masterlist

Pero Tovar Masterlist

Fancy a small read? My GIFLETS™️ are 500 words or less, and feature a variety of the Pedro Boys, including smut, fluff & a mix of F! M! & GN! Readers.

Multi Series & Collections Masterlist

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sin-djarin · 8 months

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Reading List

I felt absolutely SPOILED by all the magnificence I read this week! I can't even put it into words properly so I've put them below.

Worth noting that most, if not all of these are 18+ so if that ain't you, hop, skip and jump outta here.

J.Miller, Attorney at Law by @chloeangelic

Call Your Bluff by @chaotic-mystery

I Wanna Be Your Lover by @shellshocklove

Your Summer Dream by @swiftispunk

three's company by @pennyserenade

Delta Landscaping by @rhoorl

Talk Tonight by @darkroastjoel

Tempered in the Fire by @ladamedusoif

I'll probably turn this into a fic rec masterlist.

Anyways, I hope your Sundays are filled with coffee and sweet treats. Remember to do something nice for yourself today, you deserve it 💕🙌💕

#fic recs #joel miller #joel miller x reader #dieter bravo #dustin mulray #the bubble #tlou #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #delta landscaping #din djarin #pedro stories #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal characters

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pettyprocrastination · 1 year

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Idle Hands

Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader

My secret Santa gift for the ever lovely @floralpascal I do hope this follows your prompt well and that you enjoy it! Big thank you to @humanransome-note for being my editor+beta reader on this one at like 1 am lol. Also a huge thank you to @pedrostories for putting together this amazing event to begin with!!! <3

Summary: Frankie goes to you when he needs his clothes altered and each time has a revelation each time he sees you work.

Warnings: fluff, light self doubt, lots of talk about hands I just really like hands okay. Friends to lovers babeyyyy

word count: 1.2k

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Frankie’s clothes never fit him right.

The sleeves of shirts hung just a touch too long on him, but going a size under meant they’d squeeze around the bulk of his shoulders in a way that made him worry it would tear (it did. On a first date, it was very embarrassing for him). Trousers either gaped at his waist or had to be rolled up at the cuff because they were made for somebody taller, not wider to properly fit his legs.

But he didn’t complain, it gave him a reason to see you.

“It’s because clothes used to be made for the body specifically.” You told him, needle in hand as you sat at a table and pushed it through the cuff of his pants. “Everything was tailor made to your measurements, but nowadays we just buy off the rack and hope it fits right.”

“Or we take it to our incredibly talented friend who hems our pants in return for dinner?”

Sometimes he hopes they don’t fit right, just so he can see you smile.

“Yeah, that’s always an option too.”

His mother has always told him that love was found in one’s hands. Holding the door open, taking their hand in yours when you crossed the street, the gentle cradling of their face when leaning in for a gentle kiss, it was everything. Small testimonies of love and care found in everyday moments that took root in the palms of a lover.

But Francisco's hands were scarred. His fingers were calloused from hard labor and would tremble until he curled them into fists and willed them to stop. They sweat horribly when he would get nervous, leading to him shoving his hands in his pockets and praying you never noticed.

If you did, you said nothing of it.

But his hands weren’t good for nothing, despite the fact he considered them too rough for handling gentle things like you and the way his fingers fumbled with his keys, he was still skilled.

It was his hands that put in the new lock on your door after a series of break-ins took place in your neighborhood. The same fingers that fumbled with your birthday present are nimble and quick with the screwdriver in hand as he reassures you that it’ll be alright. They're the same ones that held you the night you got stood up for a date and wiped the tears from your face as he told you any man who can’t show up for you isn’t worth your fucking time. The same hand that settles on the small of your back each time you walk through a crowd together, the gentle reminder of his presence when you felt everything else closing in.

I’m here. You're safe.

“These are new.” “I’m sorry?”

You lift your head from your work table and hold up the pair of slacks in your hand he had brought for you to hem. All black with a fine finish, something you’d wear to a wedding.

The same pair he stared at in the store for fifteen minutes before finally biting the bullet.

“The pants, I’ve never seen you wear them before.”

His hands curl, thumb pressing against the flat of his pointing finger until he hears a soft “pop” from the joint and moves to the next in hopes to keep his mind off the fact that your thumb is running along the inseam of one pant leg, a gentle back and forth, back and forth, that he’s not sure you even know you're doing it, but it's enough to make his lungs feel tight and head full of cotton.

“Right, they're uh, they're new.”

Middle finger.

Pop.

Ring finger.

Pop.

Pinkie.

Pop.

“They're real nice.”

“You think so?”

“You’ll look real sharp in those, Frankie. You got something special coming up?” You look beautiful. Your eyes are focused on your hands that weave the needle in and out of the fabric with such ease it reminds him of a conductor. There's something about it. The way your arm moves up and down, the gentle flick of your wrist when it pulls the needle through. Each separate movement that melts into one another like a connected dance. Maybe Frankie was just reading too much into it. Maybe it had just been far too fucking long since he went on a date and he was so starved he got to the point of romanticizing tailoring. Maybe he just really liked your hands.

Maybe, he just really liked you.

“Nothing in particular.”

You snip the end of the thread, tying it with quick flitting fingers before smiling at him over your shoulder.

“Well let me know when you do, I’d like to see you get all fancy.”

He scratches at the back of his neck.

“You just want a reason to get me out of my work clothes.”

There's a moment in every hug from Francisco Morales. From the moment you first met him to years later you can name it down to the very second it happens. A split second before he pulls away from you where his hand settles on your waist and curls in ever so slightly, squeezing you to his chest so softly that by the time you notice he’s already pulling away and telling you “have a good one.”

It’s the moment you want to continue. For his hands to stay on your waist and keep him flush to your chest, where you’d finally find the bravery to mumble out those words you’ve kept locked away for the past four years because you don’t know what you’d do after there or. Or what he’d do. Christ, you don’t want to imagine it.

So instead you bite your tongue. You hold back the confession that’s been nested in the crevice of your ribs since you first met him and savor the feeling of his hands on your waist and the little “mmm.” he does every time you give him a hug that just makes you feel lightheaded.

He’s halfway down the driveway when he stops in his tracks. Snipping something under his breath to himself before turning on his heel and pointing at you.

“Are you uh, are you free? This Friday?”

His hands were shaking.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m free.”

So were yours.

“I was thinking we could get dinner. It’ll give me a reason to wear these, you know?” He holds up the pair of pants in his hands and smiles. “Plus, I’ve been meaning to ask you out for a long time. I only have so many clothes for you to fix.”

Francisco learned that his hands were full of love.

His hands could pull out your chair, pour you wine with a steady grasp. They’ll gesture during conversation that seemed to last for hours and drape his coat around your shoulders in the night air. Cradle your face when he kissed you goodnight and grip your waist when you pulled him in for another. They could hold you together and pull you apart all in the same night.

You saw the trembles in his fingertips without shame. Your lips pressed kiss after kiss to the rough skin of his palm without flinching and wrapped your hands with his each time you saw the world closing in on him, refusing to let go or be pushed away.

You saw his hands for what they were. An extension of the man they belonged to. One with scars and tremors that wouldn’t go away no matter how hard he tried to hide them.

But you held him nonetheless.

#francisco morales x reader #francisco morales x you #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #catfish morales x reader #i know it isnt very long but i hope you liked it!! i tried to get all poetic without it becoming a wordy snowball of a ramble.#i like putting sewing into my stories can you tell im projecting lol #realized i forgot to put a readmore lol my apologies

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