#catfish fry

[sweet-like-hypoglycemia]

We always make an effort with dinner. (Fried Catfish, Southern ribs, Ribeye steak)

[bluesucanuse]

BLUES: SONGS OF THE DAY

THE ARTIST IS: MIKE HAMMER & THE NAILS

THE SONG IS: "ARRESTED AT THE CATFISH FRY"

[narrettwist]

Husband got me a fishtank for Christmas. (He got it a few weeks ago so we would have it set up and cycled to get fish for my birthday.)

We got his fav a, ghost knife. A few of my favs, loaches, khuli and clown. A small school of mixed rainbows. Shrimp and a female beta.

[lorenzokamerlengo]

Carrie's Catfish Larue

Poaching catfish with tomatoes, white wine, and vegetables is a nice alternative to deep frying. Great if you don't care for that sometimes overpowering catfish taste. For a stronger fish flavor, try making the sauce separately and serving over grilled catfish!

[akiymgc]

[bagginsluck]

Y'all should be proud of me. Not only did I actually cook tonight, but I cooked fried catfish for the first time! :D

[jackandersonphotog]

Carrie's Catfish Larue Recipe Poaching catfish with tomatoes, white wine, and vegetables is a nice alternative to deep frying. Great if you don't care for that sometimes overpowering catfish taste. For a stronger fish flavor, try making the sauce separately and serving over grilled catfish! 1 carrot peeled and diced, 1/2 green bell pepper diced, 1/2 cup dry white wine, 1 can diced Italian tomatoes, 3 tablespoons olive oil divided, 8 fillets catfish fillets, 1 teaspoon Italian seasoning, salt and black pepper to taste, 1 can tomato sauce, 1/2 onion diced, garlic powder to taste

[veganvoodoo]

Carrie's Catfish Larue Recipe

Poaching catfish with tomatoes, white wine, and vegetables is a nice alternative to deep frying. Great if you don't care for that sometimes overpowering catfish taste. For a stronger fish flavor, try making the sauce separately and serving over grilled catfish!

[icleanedthisplate]

Fish Fry Food. Eat My Catfish. North Little Rock, Arkansas. 4.18.2023.

NOTE TO SELF: The chicken was tough, the sausage was gross, the catfish tasted like straight vegetable oil, the corn was dry, the fries were soggy. The goddamned cole slaw was the highlight? If this doesn't end up on my most disappointing meals of the year list, I dread what is to come.

Currently ranked last of 14 April meals.

[cookwjenny]

Delicious Catfish Nuggets - Fry It to Perfection!

Enjoy the delectable crunch of our delicious catfish nuggets. Hand-breaded with a special blend of seasonings, these nuggets are sure to become a family favorite. Perfect for dipping in your favorite sauces, Fry Delicious Catfish Nuggets

Ingredients:

1. 1-pound catfish nuggets

2. 2 eggs, beaten

3. ¼ cup all-purpose flour

4. 1 cup cornmeal

5. 2 tablespoons fish fry seasoning

6. Vegetable oil for frying

[sleepy-toasted-bunny]

I really want fish rn. I am just a little cat

[yatgb]

getting inspired by all these polls so

Dont vote if you know the answer!!!! I wanna see what non splooners think :3 also maybe reblog to get this out there???

[uncharismatic-fauna]

The Beautiful Blue Catfish

Blue catfish (Ictalurus furcatus) are members of the bullhead catfish family, native to the drainages of the Mississippi, Missouri, and Ohio river basins and the Gulf of Mexico. Because of their popularity as game fish, this species has also been introduced to freshwater systems throughout North and South America, and is considered invasive in these areas.

Like many catfish, I. furcatus is a bottom dweller. They can often be found near complex structures such as rocky outcroppings, fallen trees, or sunken structures that provide both food and shelter. The blue catfish is an opportunistic predator, consuming any fish or aquatic invertebrates it can find, as well as eggs, small amphibians, and injured or recently deceased animals. Adult I. furcatus are seldom prey for other species due to their size, but hatchlings and juveniles are often food for cormorants, willets, osprey, pelicans, and bald eagles. To deter predators, this species has serrated barbs along their dorsal and pectoral fins, each laced with a particularly painful toxin.

Though they can be difficult prey for other animals, the blue catfish is a popular target for fishermen, and for good reason; they're the largest species of catfish in North America. Adults can easily reach a length of 65 in (170 cm) and a weight of 165 lb (75 kg). As indicated by their name, most individuals are grey or blue, with a lighter underbelly. This species also lacks scales, a common characteristic of catfish, and the face is framed by long whisker-like barbels that help it detect nearby food.

While generally solitary, blue catfish aren't territorial, and tend to ignore each other until the mating season. Reproduction begins in April and continues until June, during which time males attract a female by building a nest and releasing attractive pheromones. Once a female has selected a male, she lays between 4,000-8,000 eggs per kilogram of bodyweight in his nest (i.e. if the female weighs 2 kg, she may lay between 8,000-16,000 eggs). The male then disperses sperm over the eggs. Following fertilization, the male chases away the female and guards the nest for about a week, at which time the eggs hatch. The hatchlings, also known as fry, stay close together in schools for several weeks before growing large enough to disperse. It will take them a further 5 years for them to reach maturity; on average individuals live about 10 years, but can live as long as 25.

Conservation status: The blue catfish is considered Least Concern by the IUCN. Within its native range, populations face minor threats from dams and droughts. Where it has been introduced, the species is considered invasive due to its voracious appetite.

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Earl Nottingham

[sznofthesticks]

made another fun, silly little banner, yall can't stop me!

thanks for the tags @heartstringsduet @welcometololaland @strandnreyes and @honeybee-taskforce :)

a lot of what i've written feels spoiler-y but im going to give you a very small snippet that's mostly dialogue.

TK walked over to the bar and slid himself up to sit on the counter.

“That’s not exactly what I had in mind,” Carlos couldn’t help but laugh, “We eat there you know.”

“You act like you aren’t extremely familiar with my ass,” TK remarked, “I thought you liked it actually.”

“I do love your ass, It’s cute, like you.”

TK started to blush. Carlos finished frying up the sandwiches, then placed them each on a plate, cutting them diagonally, just how TK felt they should be, and brought them over to him.

“Your sandwich, babe, ” Carlos handed him the plate and TK gave a toothy smile.

TK took a bite and moaned slightly. “I swear it gets better every time.”

no pressure tags under the cut :)

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[flightlessangelwings]

The Fire Within Us

Frankie Morales x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 5.4k

Warnings- smut (18+ ONLY!), sex pollen (Frankie gets pollened), drug mention (passive, mostly about moving it), mutual pining, friends to lovers, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, oral (m receiving), multiple positions, overstim, feelings, love confessions, praise kink, creampie, protective!Frankie

Notes- This is a collab with the wonderful and talanted @frying-panties​ who provided not only the idea, but the amazing beautiful art for this piece (below!💖) I had a blast writing this and I’m so happy with how this turned out! And check out their art for this too cause I’m obsessed with it!!! Enjoy!!

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“Thank you, Catfish! Another delivery without a hitch,” the man, Robert, greeted Frankie right outside the helicopter. 

Frankie let out a huff, “Just doing my job,” he said dismissively. This wasn’t where he thought he would find himself, but with money being tight and jobs sparse, this was Frankie’s only option. He wasn’t happy about it, but it paid well and it gave him a chance to fly.

Robert inspected the packages in the cargo space of the helicopter as Frankie watched. He knew the routine: inspect the delivery, count it all and make sure it was all accounted for, then he got paid. Frankie never asked what exactly he shipped; he figured it was better not to know the details. But this particular batch looked different. It wasn’t cocaine, he knew all too well what that looked like, but he had no idea what it was. 

“All here, as usual,” Robert turned around with a smile on his face and one of the packages in his hand, “I expect nothing less from my best and most discreet flyer.” 

Frankie shrugged, “Just doing my job,” he repeated.

“Your payment, as promised,” he passed an envelope of cash to Frankie, who immediately pocketed it. Robert then flashed a grin that made Frankie’s skin crawl, “You know what this is?” he gestured to the package in his hand.

“You know I never ask,” Frankie replied, keeping his face stern and level. He did not have a good feeling about this and he kept his guard up.

“And I appreciate you for it,” he pulled out a pocket knife and sliced the package open, “And I think you deserve a little bonus,” Robert dug out a handful of what looked like a brightly colored powder, “Dude, you’re too tense! This’ll help you… let off some steam,” he smirked as he blew a small puff of the powder right in Frankie’s face.

“Hey, what the fuck!” Frankie exclaimed as he coughed and waved his hands across his face.

“Especially if you’ve got someone to help you out with the… side effects,” Robert added slyly as he watched Frankie try and brush the powder off his face.

That made Frankie stiffen. Your name immediately popped into his head, but he wasn’t about to let this man know who you were. He was determined to keep you safe and protected from this part of his life at all costs; Frankie couldn’t risk getting you involved in any way. He didn’t want you to ever be used against him if things ever went south; he couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you.

“So there is someone,” Robert grinned as he noticed the change in Frankie’s demeanor. 

Frankie’s eyes narrowed.

“Have fun then, Fish,” the man sounded too happy as he turned and left Frankie alone with his thoughts.

“Fuck,” he muttered to himself as he shook his head and made his way out, “What the fuck was that?” Frankie whispered as he got into his truck and ran his hands across his face and through his hair.

Suddenly, Frankie saw a large flash of white in his vision and then his skin felt like it was on fire. Sweat lined his brow and his pants quickly felt tighter as his cock stiffened out of nowhere. He let out a deep breath to try and calm himself before he blasted the air conditioning in his face to try and cool off.

“What the fuck was in that?” he repeated to himself as he wiped sweat off his forehead. 

Not wanting to sit there any longer, Frankie decided he was well enough to drive and took off. He figured he would just head home and ride out whatever was now pulsing through his system until he was ok again. He just had to make it home and everything would be ok.

“Just make it home…” he muttered to himself.

The drive felt like a blur as Frankie kept repeating the mantra of “home” to himself over and over again. Yet, as much as he forced himself to think of home, all he could think about was you. Your beautiful smile, your kind heart, the way your eyes lit up when you looked at him, your laugh… your hands, your lips, the curves of your body, the swell of your breasts, your perfect ass… Frankie shook his head as his thoughts quickly morphed into something else. 

He imagined what you could look like as he fucked you, or the look you would give him if you were on your knees with your lips around his cock. He wondered if your pussy tasted as sweet as he imagined it to be. Frankie imagined the sounds you’d make for him as he pounded into you over again over again, or how beautiful you’d look when you came on his cock…

Frankie’s desire for you flooded his system as the images in his head turned more and more lustful. Vaguely, he knew that it was something about that drug that was making him lose control like this, but there was nothing he could do to stop it now. And as he pulled his truck into park and turned it off, Frankie realized that he wasn’t at his place at all… he was at yours.

“When did I turn here?” he whispered to himself. But again, Frankie moved without realizing it and in a flash he was suddenly standing at your door. 

What was he expecting when he knocked at your door? What would Frankie even say to you? Hello, I was forced to take this drug and now all I want to do is fuck you senseless, oh yeah and I’m fucking in love with you. Yeah sure, that would go across real well. You were Frankie’s best friend, you’d been there for him through everything. You were always there when he got back from deployment, you were there when his fiance left him, you were the only one who really knew what he was doing when he made those private flights. Not even the guys knew about that…

Swallowing hard, Frankie knocked on your door. His mind raced and his breaths were deep and heavy as he waited for you, but every thought was forced out when he was face to face with you. He let out another deep exhale as he scanned your figure up and down. You were dressed down in just a tshirt and shorts, obviously not expecting company for the evening. But to Frankie, you were still stunning.

“Frankie!” you breathed in surprise, “What are you doing here? Is everything ok?”

A rush of heat pulsed through his body as you spoke and Frankie let out a heavy breath as he ran his hands through his hair, “I-I just…” he stuttered, unsure of what exactly to say.

Concern lined your features, “You look a little flushed, Frankie,” you reached out and cupped his face, “Shit you’re burning up! Come in, let me help you.” There was no hesitation in your face as you led him inside and closed and locked the door behind you.

Frankie’s eyes dropped to the floor as he tried to shift himself so that his erection wasn’t as obvious. He knew his face had to be hot and he felt the sweat on his scalp. And it only got worse as he watched you; the moment you turned your back to him to close your front door Frankie’s eyes went right to your ass. 

“Frankie…?”

Something about the tone of your voice snapped Frankie out of his trance and his eyes shot up to meet your gaze. He studied your face in silence for a moment, and when your lips parted to let out a shaky exhale, the dam broke.

Frankie groaned your name as he closed the gap between your bodies in an instant. His large hands cupped either side of your face and he looked deep into your eyes for a moment before he took your lips with his own in a heated kiss. You gasped as his movement caught you completely off guard, but your heart flipped in your chest as you instantly leaned into his kiss.

It had been your secret for years: you were desperately in love with Francisco Morales. Between his beautiful brown eyes, the sharp angle of his nose, his broad chest and his good, kind heart, you were a goner from the moment you met. You lost count of how many nights you laid in your bed alone and touched yourself with his name on your lips. How many times had you fingered yourself and imagined they were Frankie’s hands instead? You were too embarrassed to answer that honestly. 

A growl escaped Frankie’s chest as he guided your body across your living room until your back collided with the wall. You squealed softly as the breath got knocked out of your chest, but you clung to Frankie, putting all your trust in him. And the taste of him drove you wild…

The moment Frankie kissed you, it felt like a wave of emotions crashed into him. All the feelings he buried over the years bubbled to the surface as he devoured your lips with his. And the moment your back hit the wall, he pressed his body fully against you and leaned completely into you. A mix of his groan and your moan echoed between your bodies as he was sure you felt how rock hard he was.

Everything in the logical side of his brain screamed at him to stop. He knew this was too much to put on your shoulders, too much to ask of you. But Frankie couldn’t help it. Whatever was in the drug overpowered every other thought in his brain until he was completely consumed by you. And once he got a taste of you, Frankie knew he couldn’t stop himself. 

But he summoned every ounce of strength in his body and forced himself to break away from you. Heavy pants filled the room as you blinked your eyes open as the two of you stared at each other for several tense moments. Frankie’s arms trembled as he held himself back from ripping your clothes off and ravaging you right then and there. 

“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath as he dropped his head.

“Frankie?” your tone was soft, yet he still heard the concern there, “What’s going on?” Not that you would complain; you had wanted him to kiss you for so long. But you knew Frankie better than anybody, and you knew when something was up with him.

“Shit I’m so sorry, querida,” Frankie’s voice was strained as he rested his forehead against yours, “I got something in my system from my run today,” he clenched his jaw, “And it’s making me want to fuck you senseless.”

You gasped but your voice turned more stern, “Frankie, you knew better than to try what you move.”

“I know!” he snapped back harsher than he meant to. When Frankie saw your eyes go wide, he relaxed his shoulders, “I’m sorry,” his voice was softer, “He kinda forced it on me…” his voice trailed off.

“Frankie?” you reached out for him.

“This was a mistake,” it took all of his willpower to push himself off of you and turn away, “I’m sorry…”

“Wait,” you didn’t let Frankie get far as you grabbed his shirt and spun him back around to face you, “Stay,” the second word was just a whisper, but you knew he heard you. 

Frankie looked at you with those big brown eyes that made you melt, and you saw the fire that burned behind them. But, you also saw something else… something more melancholy. Under your hand, you felt how tense he was, as if it physically pained him to hold himself back. Briefly, you dropped your gaze down and noticed the bulge in his pants. 

For a moment, your own emotions swirled around in your head; it must have meant something that you were the person Frankie thought of at that moment. That kiss was too passionate for it to only be the drug in his system. And when Frankie whispered your name so sweetly, your own dam of emotions broke.

“Fuck me,” your voice was hushed yet it held all the passions and emotions you felt, “Please Frankie…” you took a deep breath, “I… I’ve wanted this… Wanted you for so long…”

Your confession stunned Frankie to stillness for a moment that he almost forgot about his painfully hard cock. He stared deep into your eyes for a long moment and time felt like it froze for both of you as your words hung in the air. Even without him saying anything back, you could tell from the way he stared at you and the way he clung tightly to you that his feelings reflected your own. 

A low grumble emanated from deep in Frankie’s chest as he lunged forward and captured your lips in another heated and desperate kiss. You moaned into him but you gave in more easily now that you laid your heart out for him and he didn’t push you away. Frankie breathed your name against your lips as he dragged you back towards your bedroom. 

As he guided your bodies through your place, Frankie didn’t even need to look up or break away from you. He knew your place like the back of his hand, and he couldn’t even say how many nights he imagined almost this exact scenario: leading you down while devouring your lips and tugging at your clothes until you were bare for him. 

Frankie yanked your shirt off first before he ripped your shorts and panties down in one swift movement. You clawed just as desperately at him, ripping his shirt open and fumbling with the zipper of his jeans clumsily. Heat rose between your bodies as a trail of discarded clothing led the way to your bed.

Once you reached your bed, Frankie quickly pushed you down so that you landed on your back, and an inferno burned in his eyes as he watched your breasts bounce as you hit the mattress. You looked up at him with a glazed over expression and immediately parted your legs. Frankie’s eyes trailed down to your pussy, and even in the low light of your bedroom he saw how wet you were for him.

“Fuck baby…” he groaned as he covered you with his body and attacked your neck with bites and open mouthed kisses.

The warmth of Frankie’s body was inviting, even when he was fueled by some mysterious drug. He took your breath away from how beautiful he looked in the low light while he gazed down at you with a look of pure admiration on his face. And when he kissed you, it felt like you were in a dream. 

“Frankie…” a shiver ran down your spine when he nipped at a sensitive spot on your neck.

His hands cupped your breasts and you moaned when Frankie pinched your nipples. You were so soft underneath him, Frankie knew he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. So with one last kiss on your neck, he pushed himself up so that he lined his cock up with your entrance. 

“Querida…” Frankie groaned as he thrust into you, fully sheathing himself inside you in one motion.

You screamed in pleasure as you clawed at Frankie’s back. His cock stretched you out more than any of your toys, and since he was too filled with his own need from the drug, Frankie didn’t take his time with you like he would have wanted to. He mumbled a soft apology as the drug fueled him on and he snapped his hips against yours, desperate for release. 

Frankie growled as he drilled into you; his large hands gripped your hips tightly as the drug made him lose all control of himself. He pounded into you at a fast, harsh pace, and the way you moaned and screamed every time his cock was fully buried in you only spurred him on more. You dug your nails into his broad, strong back as your legs framed Frankie’s body. It was overwhelming but in all the best ways because it was Frankie… your Frankie. 

“Fuck,” he mumbled, “You feel so fucking good baby… So fucking beautiful…”

All you could do was moan in response as Frankie showered you with praise while he fucked you so roughly. It was a sign that Frankie was still in there under the drug that made him fuck you senseless. It felt so natural to you to let Frankie fuck you and surrender to him like this. You trusted him more than anyone… and you loved him more than anything in the world. 

In what felt like no time, Frankie felt the warmth build from deep within him and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Between the drug and how good your pussy felt around his cock, his climax quickly built up until it threatened to spill over and explode.

“Baby… I’m gonna…”

“Cum in me Frankie,” you whispered as you held him tightly.

“Fuuuuck,” he moaned as your request pushed him over the edge. Frankie came hard as he spilled himself into you, his hips still pounding against yours as wave after wave of his climax crashed into him. 

But, where Frankie hoped to find relief in his climax he only found more desire. As his hips slowed, he realized he was still hard inside you, and you gasped and looked up at him with wide eyes as you realized the same thing. Even after the strongest orgasm of his life, and finally getting to fuck you, Frankie still needed more. 

“Frankie…?”

“Shit,” he spat as he rocked against your body again.

You dropped your head against the mattress as Frankie started fucking you once more. Tears filled the corners of your eyes as you felt the soreness creep up, but you didn’t want him to stop. You wanted to be there for him, and you’d wanted this for so long you didn’t want to let it go. But you also felt overwhelmed with emotions as Frankie sped up his thrusts again.

He noticed when a single tear rolled down the side of your face, and Frankie immediately wiped it away, “I got you baby,” he whispered as he laid himself completely over you, covering your body with his own, “You’re doing so good, baby… Que hermosa… So good for me…” he mumbled more incoherent praises into your ear as his hips moved on their own.

These weren’t tears of sorrow or pain, but something else, something deeper. Emotions ran high between the two of you as you felt Frankie’s cock hit that sweet spot deep inside you over and over again. Your moans became louder and louder until your body trembled around him.

“Cum for me baby… Please…” he begged as he felt his second orgasm build up, “I need you to cum.”

“Fuck!” you cried out as your body trembled when climax suddenly hit you like a freight train.

And your climax triggered Frankie’s as both of you turned into a gushing pile of sweaty limbs. Together, the two of you rode out your highs on each other as you clung and clawed at each other. It was as if neither of you could get close enough to the other and the desperation boiled over.

You saw stars in your vision as the aftershocks of your powerful orgasm pulsed through your body. Your limbs shook as you tried to hold onto Frankie while he still pounded into you, clearly still desperate for more. 

“Shit,” you heard Frankie hiss, “Fuck…” Clearly he was frustrated when, even after cumming with you, he was still hard and the need still pulsed through his veins. Sobs of his own escaped his chest as he wrapped his arms around you as best he could, “Fuck… I’m so sorry baby,” Frankie’s voice quivered as he thrust into you again, “I’m so fucking sorry… Lo siento mi cielo…” 

“Frankie…” you had no idea what else to say, and any thoughts you did have were pushed out of your mind as Frankie pounded into you again. Your body was exhausted and sore, but you didn’t want him to stop if he still needed you, so you didn’t push him away. You let Frankie use your body for his release as his cock filled you over and over again until his third orgasm rocked you both to your cores. 

Frankie knew he had to be hurting you, and it killed him inside. But he couldn’t help it, once he started fucking you, he couldn’t stop. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as his own tears flowed from his eyes, “Fuck… Baby I’m so fucking sorry,” he apologized to you over and over again as his rock hard cock still stayed deep inside you.

Something about the sounds of his sobs and the way he said your name like it was a prayer snapped you out of your own mind. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held him tightly, “It’s ok Frankie,” your voice was soothing and soft, “I’m ok… You’re not hurting me.” It was a lie and you both knew it. But, you had an idea, “Here, let’s try this.”

Gently, you pushed Frankie up so that he was propped on his hands. You took a moment to look into his tear-stained eyes and your heart skipped a beat. Even though his cock was still in you, there was something about looking into his eyes that made you weak. Your eyes fluttered shut as you closed the gap between your faces and placed a soft, sweet kiss on Frankie’s lips. He gasped against you, clearly surprised by your action, and you took the opportunity to flip your bodies.

It took all the strength you had, but you rolled both your bodies around so that Frankie was now on his back and you straddled his waist. Both of you let out soft moans as the new angle drove Frankie’s cock deeper into you. And you both felt the gush of your releases spill between your bodies. 

Frankie looked up at you with the same wide-eyed expression you had on your face before. His hands landed on your hips, but he didn’t grab you. He just rested them against your skin carefully as he studied every inch of your body. The way your breasts rose and fell with your heavy breaths, the way your lips were swollen from his harsh kisses, the fiery look in your eyes… it was all perfection to him. And when Frankie’s eyes trailed down your body, he let out a breathy moan when he saw where your bodies were still connected.

You let out a moan of your own when you felt his cock twitch inside you, and you felt a tingle of embarrassment under Frankie’s intense gaze. He looked up at you as if you hung the stars in the sky, as if you were a goddess, and it made your heart flutter in your chest. But, as much as you would be content to just stay like this, on top of him with his cock buried fully inside you, Frankie still needed your help.

Carefully, you lifted yourself off his body, his cock sliding out of you as you did. You whimpered as his seed dripped from you and you suddenly felt empty without him inside you. And Frankie let out a whine unlike anything you’d ever heard before. You quickly reached up and cupped the side of his face, much like he had done to you before.

“Shh,” you soothed him, “It’s ok Frankie,” you wiped a tear from his face, “I’ve got you,” you echoed his words to you from earlier, “Just trust me.”

Frankie breathed your name, “I trust you, baby.” The apology was on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t have the energy to voice it. You knew though. 

You shimmied your way down his body and settled between his legs. Your mouth watered as you finally got a better look at his cock, and fuck it was beautiful. Even after three orgasms, Frankie’s cock was hard as a rock and stood at full attention. Your eyes trailed up his figure and you watched as his chest rose and fell with deep breaths. If this wasn’t a desperate situation, you would have wanted to kiss every inch of him and take his nipple in your mouth and flick it with your tongue. You wanted to mark his body and show him just how much you truly loved him. But now was not the time.

So you wrapped your hand around his cock and pumped it a few times. Immediately, Frankie let out a loud moan as his head slammed down onto the mattress. And his moans only grew louder when you wrapped your lips around his length and swallowed him fully.

“Fuck! Baby!” he cried out as you bobbed your head up and down his length, “Fuck… Fuck!”

You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked him hard as you stroked the rest of him with your hand. Your tongue swirled around the sensitive tip and you hummed around him when you felt his cock twitch at your actions. Frankie grabbed hold of your scalp and held you tightly as you worked his cock with your mouth.

“Shit, shit, shit… Baby I’m gonna cum…”

You only sucked him off harder, determined to throw Frankie over the edge. And it only took a few more moments for him to explode in your mouth. You gagged at first but you didn’t let up and swallowed every drop of his cum that flowed into your mouth.

When you needed to take a breath, you broke away and wheezed as you filled your lungs with air. Frankie’s seed dripped from the corner of your mouth, but you didn’t care. You casually wiped it away as you watched him come down from his high. Frankie still looked flushed and his skin glistened with sweat, but he seemed calmer than before. As you looked down, you noticed he was still hard, but his cock didn’t seem like it throbbed the way it did before.

“Frankie?” you asked in a whisper, “Frankie, you ok, baby?” you crawled up and hovered over his body.

He didn’t even realize his eyes fluttered shut. Frankie wanted to watch you while you wrapped your lips around his cock and took him into your mouth over and over again. But you felt too good, and when you flicked your tongue against his length, he was done for. Frankie’s heart pounded in his chest, and it only got worse when he looked at your concerned face once more.

“I’m ok, baby,” his voice was raw and low, “I think I’ll be ok now,” he tried to push himself up, not wanting to put you out any more than he already did.

“Wait,” you placed your hands on his chest and kept him in place, “Stay,” you whispered, “I think one more will get this drug out completely.”

Frankie’s eyes went wide as he cupped your face, “Are you sure, baby?”

“Do you not want to?” your voice was barely audible as your own vulnerability showed.

“It’s not that…”

“Let me then,” you interrupted, not sure if you could handle what he was about to say.

You moved slowly, giving Frankie the opportunity to push you away if he wanted to. But as you hovered your pussy over the tip of his cock, Frankie held onto your hips and gently guided your body down. No words were needed in that moment as you sunk down onto him inch by inch. This time, however, it was less desperate, less rushed. You took your time as Frankie’s cock stretched you out once more.

Both of you moaned softly and once your hips met his, you collapsed down onto his chest. Frankie immediately wrapped his arms around you and held you close as you both moved slowly against the other. You both clung to each other and held the other close, but this time it was different. The need was still there, but it was a more heartfelt need instead of drug fueled. 

Slowly, you bounced on Frankie’s cock, letting the veins rub against your inner walls as you moved against him. Every drag of his cock drove you wild, and you felt the heat build up within you in no time. Underneath you, you felt the way his heart pounded in his chest and you were surprised when it matched your own.

“Fuck baby,” Frankie mumbled in your ear as he held you close. His hips bucked against yours as he matched your rhythm from below you, “You’re fucking amazing… You feel so good… So beautiful,” he rambled in a low tone, “Fuck… I love you baby. Te quiero… I fucking love you.”

Your climax hit without warning right after Frankie’s confession. You cried out as tears fell from your eyes as your entire body trembled in his arms. Frankie held you close as you rode out your orgasm on his cock until he too came again. He groaned your name as he tightened his grip on you, as if he was scared you’d disappear if he let you go. 

Once both your final highs were ridden out, both you and Frankie flopped onto your bed, exhausted. Heavy breaths filled the room as you laid on top of him. Frankie ran his hand across your back soothingly as he muttered soft words of affection in your ear. You couldn’t quite hear what he said as the sound of his pounding heart was even louder in your ear. His cock stayed inside you, but you felt it slowly start to soften, and you both knew it was over now.

“Thank you, baby,” Frankie murmured in your ear, “Thank you.”

A sob echoed in the room, and you weren’t sure if it was from you or Frankie.

“I love you too, Frankie,” your voice was hushed and you didn’t dare look him in the eye, “I’ve loved you for so fucking long.”

Frankie smiled against you as he kissed the side of your face. He carefully brought his hand to your head and gently turned you so that you faced him. You gasped when you looked into his deep, beautiful brown eyes and saw the adoration he held there. 

“If we didn’t just go at it for the last few hours, I’d show you just how much I love you. I’d eat your pussy until you ask me to stop,” the sincerity in Frankie’s voice made your heart skip a beat, “I’ve been in love with you for years,” he confessed more shyly.

“Frankie,” you breathed, “I’ve loved you for-fucking-ever,” you let out a soft laugh and paused for a moment, “Maybe that drug wasn’t all that bad then,” you added with jest.

Frankie laughed with you before he turned more serious, “Maybe not,” his brows furrowed, “But I promise baby, nothing like this will happen again. And I promise I’ll keep you safe from anything.” Frankie thought back to the way Robert sneered at him earlier after he realized there was someone special in Frankie’s life, and his words echoed in his head. 

You pushed yourself off of Frankie’s chest, his cock slowly sliding out of you as you did so, and settled yourself at his side. His arms wrapped around you and held you close without hesitation, “I trust you, Frankie,” you said as you rested your head on his chest and made yourself comfortable in his embrace. Nothing had ever made you feel safer than right now, in Frankie’s arms, and you found you never wanted to leave.

Thankfully, Frankie never wanted to let you go and soon enough both of you passed out in the other’s embrace, completely wiped out but still safe and protected. Just as you trusted Frankie, he trusted you with his heart, and he never felt more at home than when he was with you. 

You were right: perhaps some good did come out of that drug. Because now, Frankie could officially call you his. And he was yours. 

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KINKTOBER 2023 / Day Three

RIMMING / FINGERING/HANDJOB / DRY HUMPING

(Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader)

Summary: It's Day 03 of @absurdthirst's Kinktober! Frankie becomes the first of the four boys to have you for the evening.

Rating: Mature 18+

Warnings: Mention of food, drinking, language, light spanking, fingering, choking, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 2.4k

Frankie thought it must have been a fluke.

With the way everything was going at the moment, juggling fatherhood, jumping through hoops to get his license back, the rehabilitation, he needed a break. All the boys started arguing about who got you first, Santiago thought it should be him because he suggested the whole thing, Benny thought it should be him because he never had the initial meeting. Him and Will just wanted you and that was enough to get them riled up.

It was childish to pull straws but he couldn’t complain with the outcome.

For the first time ever, Frankie had come first.

He wasn’t ever a man who would go big, there wasn’t going to be a fancy restaurant or flowers though he knew how to cook a damn good meal. Of course, he’d blitz his place clean, packed away the majority of the kids toys from view, changed the sheets. He dressed the table as best he could, stuck on the lamps to get some ambience before chewing his lip over the set up.

The knock interrupted his train of thought.

You’re behind the door, smoothing out your dress when it swings open. Startled, you compose yourself with a smile and Francisco’s expression softens.

“Hey,” his voice cracks.

“Hey.”

He steps back and lets you in, you bump his hip as you pass.

“Well, ain’t you a lucky boy.”

His head drops as he laughs, scratching his scalp.

“Guess I am, yeah.”

Your eyes fall to the tea towel thrown over his shoulder, your hand stretches and you gently pick up the corner.

“Are you making me dinner?”

He looks back to you, eyes big, “It’s nothing special.”

The smell of his cooking reached your nostrils.

“Whatever it is, it smells delicious.”

You watch his shoulders relax, his breath finally releasing.

He hated that he was this nervous, it’s been a while since he’s tried to impress a lady and he’d admit he wasn’t the best at it. Sometimes he came off a little cold, it took him a while to warm up to someone and though your first meeting was brief, you melted him quicker than usual.

“I’ll admit being skilful with my hands has it’s perks.”

You hum, “You better put those to good use later.”

Frankie feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, the shiver running down his spine, he’d make sure to hold you to it.

He cleared his throat, “How do you like your steak?”

“Medium well.”

You didn’t know what he thought to that, he just nodded and moved towards the kitchen.

Settling onto his dining table, he handed you a beer from the fridge, apologising at his lack of wine. He didn’t seem like the type to have a bottle stashed away, saying that, he didn’t seem like the type to have a soft patterned shirt in his wardrobe yet he did. He even went to the effort of protecting it with an apron when he started to fry the meat.

Watching Frankie was like seeing a cookery show live, he was perfectly juggling the food in the oven and on the hob, barely breaking a sweat. He chucks a wedge of butter into the frying pan, tilting the pan towards him as he throws spoonfuls over the steak. You try to remember the name of the technique but his smooth wrist action is distracting.

This meal was more than special.

The plate in front of you was beautiful, a sliced steak coated in garlic butter with a perfect cube of dauphinoise potatoes and greens. You questioned where to start, your mouth watering as the fork in your hand floated until you finally made a decision.

“Oh my god, Frankie,” your voice was muffled from the meat falling apart effortlessly in your mouth.

“Good?”

You nodded, already stabbing more onto your cutlery.

After cleaning up, Frankie found you sprawled on the sofa, eyes closed with a hand rubbing over your stomach. He considered pressing the cold beer glass to your bare skin but decided against it, maybe another time.

“You better not be falling asleep on me,” he huffed.

You open one eye, “Just resting my eyes.”

He shakes the bottles in his hand and you scramble to straighten up, leaning over the back of the sofa to take one.

“Thought I’d stick on a movie.”

The corner of your lips curl, he didn’t quite say watch.

“Sure.”

He flopped to the sofa, opening his body up for you to come closer. You shuffle, bringing your knees to your chest before snuggling into his frame. Unlike the others, he was softer, his physique not the same as it once was though all you could think about was getting that shirt off. Your free hand stroked his chest.

The pair of you settled further into the sofa, the film Frankie chose nothing new so you mostly sat and talked.

Frankie listened to you as you rambled, an arm gently hugging you closer, a broad hand laying on your thigh. His eyes roamed your face as you talked, catching the lines that appeared when you laughed, how your eyes glistened even in the soft light.

“I’m sorry, Frankie, I feel like I’m talking you to death.”

He blinked, wondering how much time had passed for you to say that.

“Not at all,” he said, taking a swig of his beer. “I prefer to listen.”

His hand had unconsciously moved further up your leg, fingers playing with the hem of your dress.

“Did you have something else in mind?”

He laughed, “I’m not quite as smooth as the others.”

You smile, brushing your hand over his patchy beard, fingernails catching in his whiskers. His tongue flicked over his bottom lip. It’s like you could read his mind, you spread your legs just enough for him to slip a hand in between.

His breath runs ragged when a fingertip grazes your soaked underwear.

“Fuck me,” he sighs.

Your teeth sink into your lip before he looks at you, eyes darker than usual. Your cunt twitches, your arousal dampening the fabric more.

He smirks.

“Stand up and take your panties off.”

His tone was stern, completely different in manner than usual. You find yourself following his order immediately. Hiking up your dress, he hungrily watches as you hook each side of your underwear with your thumbs and slip them seamlessly to your ankles.

Closing his legs, he wraps each hand behind your knees and draws you to him. You straddle him, his palms warm against your skin as he roams your thighs. He continues up, palming the plumpness of your ass, his mouth slightly agape, eyes still meeting yours. 

There’s a quick slap against your butt cheek, a little yelp escaping your mouth. His expression remains unchanged, hand soothing the patch before he did it again. This time, you bite your lip, stifling your giggle as your inner walls clench.

His hands move back round, fingertips grazing the creases between your legs and hip.

You bunch your dress in your fists, displaying your wetness to Frankie, his eyes dropping to take a look. Your head tilts, attempting to view his expression.

With two fingers, he follows the line of your mound and brushes featherlight over your clit. He notes how the goosebumps raise to the surface, how your breath falls heavier. He draws his fingers up and down your inner lips, scooping the juices over your clit before applying more pressure.

You sigh, head falling back, elongating your neck. It was a temporary distraction, he’d sink his teeth into that later. He continues to circle the bundle of nerves, watching in adoration as you gradually unravel.

“Fuck, Frankie.”

It made him smile wider than he had in a while, the sweet sound of your whine as he stopped your hips from pushing deeper into his touch. He moved his two fingers lower, slipping them into your opening with ease. You moan as you feel them push between your folds, the digits stroking within.

Pumping in and out at a leisurely pace, Frankie rolls his wrist to ensure he touches as much of your walls as he can. Your eyelids flutter shut as your mouth relaxes, your breaths and moans overwhelming his senses, the television no longer audible.

The sweat was beginning to cling to your hairline, the knuckles that held onto your dress turning white. He felt your legs lock against his and with a free hand, he pressed a thumb to your clit. You choke, your features scrunching tight as you grab for him, one hand coiling around his wrist, the other to his shoulder.

He stops moving as you try to breathe.

“I don’t know how much longer I’ll last.”

You finally manage to speak.

Removing his thumb from your clit, he picks your head up to face him, drawing circles on your flushed cheeks.

“It’s ok, querida,” his smile had you melting. “I know you aren’t.”

Your single laugh was released in a staggered breath.

“Think you can take three?”

Three?

No one had ever really asked you before, you don’t think any of exes had tried. He feels your walls twitch, your arousal dripping down his fingers.

“Hold your dress up for me.”

The desire was heavy in your stomach, a warmth spreading through your entire body and tingling in your fingertips. Your hands shake through pure excitement as you bunch it a little higher than last time, your navel now on display.

Pulling his slick coated fingers out, your pussy squelches and you whined at the emptiness.

Frankie didn’t say another word, cementing another finger to the other two before guiding them to your entrance. Looking to you, he brushed his fingertips back and forth to which you gift him a feeble nod.

He’s careful, pushing his fingers to the first notch and analysing your face. You blink slowly, moving slightly to get yourself into a more comfortable position. He stops as you take a few more breaths then nod assuringly.

He carries on, watching as you stretch with ease, the sound of how wet you are reaching his ears. Your walls pulsate around his three digits, adjusting to the change in size. You release a honeyed moan as his knuckles reach your weeping cunt.

He gives you a chance to get used to the sensation.

There’s something more filling about having three fingers inside you. It’s like they’re managing to reach areas that have gone untouched only moments ago but your mind can’t process how.

You shiver as he pulls back to just the fingertips, humming when he carves his way back in.

It doesn’t take long for his once gentle motion to become rough, adding his thumb to nudge your clit. The noises you and your pussy are making are borderline obscene yet Frankie relished in them.

“Told you I was good with my hands, didn’t I?”

“Yes,” you choked. “Oh my fucking god, yes!”

The skin across your chest was burning, his hand that was holding onto your jawline loosening and moving along your throat. Your legs were shaking, vibrating your hips as he worked against the suction of your inner walls.

Frankie had already calculated his next move. He had grazed that sweet spot just enough times to know that when he sunk his fingers in, you’d cum. He applied light pressure to your neck and your whole body shuddered in response.

“You gonna come for me?”

You grunt, eyes closed but he needed to see them, he squeezed a little harder around your neck. Your eyes flutter open to see him looking at you intensely, eyes blown, lips now in a straight line.

“I want to hear you say it.”

Your tongue whips over your lips.

“Yes, Frankie,” you bring a hand to his wrist, coaxing him to tighten his grip on your throat. “Please let me cum for you, please.”

With the last thrust of his fingers, he brings them towards him and pushes on your g spot. At the same time, his hand takes more of a hold on your neck.

It sparks like a firework, igniting from low within your stomach before shooting up your spine until you’re screaming his name. Eyes snapping shut as the overwhelming pleasure takes over you. Your tense muscles go limp and your body drapes over Frankie’s.

His fingers loosen, holding steady inside you as your walls pulse around them. His other hand lets go of your throat and trails over your shoulder, running up and down your spine as you shudder from the aftershocks.

You breath him in, the scent of fading sandalwood against the crook of his neck, whiskers catching your hair.

“I’m gonna pull out, ok querida?”

He feels your head bob.

Taking his time, he slips his fingers from your cunt, the drag against your walls causing you to whine. What he does next surprises you, sinking two of his fingers into his mouth and sucks your juices off.

“You taste so fucking good.”

There’s a gristly tone in his voice that only brings your excitement bubbling back to the surface.

You push against his chest and look at him drunkenly. Taking his hand in your, you bring his fingers to your lips. Tentatively, your tongue licks the one fingertip he missed then you slowly swallow it whole.

Your tongue sweeps over his digit, your tang on your tastebuds. Sucking hard, you release it with a pop.

Frankie is dumbfounded.

You giggle, “What?”

The tips of his ears go pink.

“Nothing.”

If he wasn’t hard from watching you cum over his hand, he was now, feeling the strain on his jean’s zipper. And he knows you can feel it too, purposefully rocking your hips to hear him groan deep from his chest.

Your arms come over his shoulders, fingers playing with the back of his brown curls.

“How about, I go and get us another drink and you,” you purse your lips, your index finger running down his chest, “can take me to bed?”

With an outstretched arm, he pats around for the remote he threw away earlier, not taking his eyes off you. The living room gets a fraction darker, the television no longer emitting a blue glow and you wriggle to climb off him. You walk around the space with such confidence, it was like you’d lived here for months. Plucking two fresh bottles from the fridge, you slam the door shut with the sway of your hip.

And all he could do was watch you because for Frankie, he was the fucking luckiest guy in the world.