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Omg! This was just the fluffiest most comforting little drabble!

Hi Berry.

Feeling down lately… can I request a soft short fic of Frankie? Maybe you’ve come home from a long day, been crying and he runs you a bath and ahhhhh

Need something sweet and soft 💕

LOVE YOUUUUU

Hey my love 💕 Good thing I am also desperately in need for some comfort so here comes my little drabble. Frankie is that guy, I just know it. Love you the most

Home.

Frankie knows something’s off before he even closes the door behind him.

The air in the apartment hums different—quieter, heavier, like it’s holding its breath. The kind of silence that doesn’t come from peace but from pressure. From crying, unraveling under all the weight you carried lately.

“Baby?” he calls, voice low but alert, like he’s afraid of spooking something delicate. “You home?”

He hears it a second later: the softest little “yeah,” muffled and small, like it took effort to let the sound out. He follows it to the living room and finds you on the couch, curled up like a secret. Blanket wrapped around you, favorite oversized hoodie on. Eyes a little red, nose a little pink.

One look and his chest aches.

He doesn’t ask what happened. He doesn’t ask why—he already knows days like this don’t always come with answers.

He just crosses the room, kneels beside the couch, and rests a hand gently on your knee through the blanket. His eyes scan your face, soft and steady.

“Been a rough one, huh?” he says, voice dipped in something tender.

You nod once, barely.

Frankie leans in, presses his lips to your forehead. “Okay,” he murmurs. “I got you.”

He gets up wordlessly and disappears down the hall. You hear the bathwater start a moment later, the sound of it almost too kind in contrast to the storm in your head. He doesn’t rush. Doesn’t say a word about how you look or what you should do. Just moves like he’s done this a hundred times. Like he knows what you need before you know it yourself.

When he comes back, he offers his hand—not tugging, just there—and helps you up, blankets and all. He walks you to the bathroom, undresses you gently like you’re made of paper and sorrow. Helps you into the bath with a reverent kind of quiet. No jokes, no stares. Just care.

He leaves the door cracked while you soak, and from the other room, you hear him on the phone ordering your favorite food. You don’t hear what he says, but you can picture the way he talks to the guy on the other end.

By the time you’re out, the lights are low. A candle flickers on the table. The ordered food is set out. He hands you one of his soft shirts and helps you get dressed, then you both curl up on the couch again, this time with your face tucked under his chin and your limbs tangled with his. Grounding and warm.

“Thank you,” you whisper into his chest and words aren’t enough for how much you mean it.

His hand rubs your back in slow, grounding circles. “Always, mi amor. You don’t have to go through any of it alone, okay? I am here.”

You nod into him, too tired to say more, too safe to need to.

And as the night deepens and your breathing slows, Frankie presses a kiss to your temple and whispers sweet nothings into your hair—like maybe he can drown out the noise of the world with the sound of his love.

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PEDRO PASCAL as JAVIER PEÑA Narcos (2015-2017) 2.05 "The Enemies of My Enemy" | requested by @gothcsz

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Bruh, wtf

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He is an impatient fuck.

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Cast Of ’Narcos’ Talk El Chapo

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PEDRO PASCAL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE’S HOTTEST MOMENTS

54. 70/232 votes → Frankie Morales tightening the zip tie on one of the guards in Lorea’s house in Triple Frontier (2019)

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my favorite shots of joel per episode: 2x06 “the price”

thank you for an incredible performance, pedro ♥

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Your Hands On Me

Had this idea just before drifting off, so I take no responsibility for whatever my half-asleep brain came up with. Sweet dreams, darlings 🌙

word count: ~ 600

You’ve only been on a few dates with Frankie so far—a casual dinner, a night out at that dive bar where the jukebox played your favorite song like it knew, a shared popcorn cinema evening where your hands touched once, barely, and you both pretended not to notice.

Tonight, though, he’s in your space.

Insisted on cooking at your place, saying, “You just sit there and look pretty, I got this,” and you obliged, happy to let someone else deal with your sad excuse for a kitchen. He moves through it like he belongs, sleeves rolled up, brow furrowed in concentration as he plates dessert with surprising care. A rich, chocolate mousse he claims is an old family recipe. “But don’t tell my Tía Rosa I forgot the orange zest.”

You laugh, and he watches the sound bloom on your lips like it’s his favorite part of the meal.

You both sit on the couch after, full and warm and a little buzzed from the wine. Your knees brush, then linger. Chocolate still lingers faintly on your tongue. Frankie leans in slowly, his hand cupping your cheek, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth like he’s memorizing the moment before he kisses you.

It starts sweet. Sticky and soft. You both still taste dessert on your lips. But it deepens quickly, like it always wanted to.

Your hand finds the hem of his shirt, fingers brushing skin. You’re not even sure when you shift onto his lap, just that it feels right, necessary, like gravity demanded it. His hands steady you instinctively—one at your waist, the other sliding up your back. The kiss turns breathless, open-mouthed, sinful. You’re both still fully clothed, but everything about the way he touches you makes you feel on fire with want.

And then his hand dips lower. Trails around the waistband of your leggings, waiting. You don’t stop him.

He watches your face carefully as his fingers slip beneath, slow, deliberate. You’re still seated in his lap, lips parting around a gasp as he finds exactly where you need him most. Your fingers curl into the back of his neck, nails grazing skin as you whimper softly, hips shifting to seek out more of the friction he’s giving you.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, voice low and ragged. “Just like that.”

His touch is firm, sure, but never rushed. He doesn’t push. Doesn’t ask for anything in return. He just gives and bathes in the way your body responds, the way your breath hitches, the way you fall apart right there in his lap—still clothed, still clutching his shoulders like he’s the only thing tethering you to this earth.

You come undone with a quiet cry, half-buried in the crook of his neck, lips grazing his jaw. When you finally go still, muscles trembling with aftershocks, a flush rises hot in your cheeks. Embarrassment prickles up your spine but Frankie doesn’t let it settle.

“Hey,” he says, coaxing your face back to his with a hand at your chin, eyes dark but so tender. “That was hot as hell, baby.”

You open your mouth, about to deflect or joke, but he doesn’t let you. Just leans in and kisses you again, slower this time. Reverent.

“If that’s how you sound when it’s just my hand,” he rasps, mouth brushing your ear, “I can’t fuckin’ wait to hear you when I’m inside you.”

Your breath stutters, thighs tightening around him instinctively.

And still he doesn’t push. Just holds you there in his lap, rubbing gentle, grounding circles into your hip, letting your heartbeat calm down while his own pulses hard under your thighs.

thanks for reading 💌

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Pedro Pascal | "The Fantastic Four: First Steps" Sydney Launch Event | July 15, 2025

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