#francisco morales headcanon

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Wearing a nice dress and going out with Frankie to nice dinner, except the "nice dress" doesn't allow for a bra so you go without. And given how exceptionally chilly it is tonight, you have to make use of a unique backup for your breasts to look appropriate in the thin fabric of the gown.

Its not until afterwards when he's pushing you through the door at home, devouring your lips and using his rough hands to strip you, that he sees the little flower petal nipple patches, and Fish goes absolutely feral.

Makes you straddle him while he sits up on the couch and ride him hard, his bicep wrapped obsessively around your middle back, dark gaze hypnotized by your tits bouncing in his face as he tries everything to get your little pebbles to pierce through the flower pads (but they look sooo pretty on you)

[rhoorl]

Since it's holiday week . Made me think about our delta boys. Who would do what. Think Will would be the master chef. Frankie would help out. Benny ? He tried to help bless his heart. he would get in the way. Santi would make a few desserts. something from his childhood. Then the traditional pies.

Ok, so I received a submission (my first one!) asking how the boys would celebrate Thanksgiving. I love thinking of headcanons for them, especially around holidays or special occasions. For this, I’m answering in the context of my Delta Landscaping world. 

In DL, it’s established that Frankie grew up with Benny and Will. Frankie also had to assume a caretaker role early on for his sister. I think a lot have a headcanon that Frankie enjoys cooking and I do too. Whenever the boys have a BBQ at the Millers’ house, Frankie is at the grill or prepping other dishes. Since he’s a bit more on the reserved side, this was a way for him to still be involved but be able to focus on something that wasn’t just socializing, if that makes sense. It harkens back to when he was younger and he would sit in the kitchen with his Tias or with one of the Miller mommas and watch them and help out. 

So, needless to say, Frankie enjoys cooking and preparing a meal; it’s a way he shows love. When it comes to Thanksgiving, he has to take the lead in making a turkey or ham. Benny convinced him to deep fry a turkey a few years ago and it ended in a bit of a disaster, so from now on it’s an oven-roasted turkey, which he takes great pride in seasoning and basting (I swear I do not mean that in a dirty way, get your mind out of the gutter). While the turkey is cooking, he prepares a bunch of the sides. He's got it all down to a system.

Will is the organized, practical one so his duties include setting the table. A few years back, when he was engaged and planning a wedding, his mom gave him and his then-fiance some of the plates, glasses, napkins, and other assorted items she used to decorate for their big Thanksgiving dinners. He thought about giving it back to her after his fiance left, but he likes the memories these items bring of growing up and enjoying Thanksgiving with his brother, cousins, and extended family. He’ll try and help in the kitchen if Frankie needs it but otherwise, he tries to steer clear and watch football.

Benny is all about the snacks and apps. When it comes to cooking, bless his heart, Benny tries he really does, but he’s just not super good at it. He’s a bit of a bull in a china shop and ends up making a mess which annoys Frankie to no end. They bicker in the kitchen as they try and jostle for some space to prepare what they need. Benny loves a good dip and he’s perfected a great buffalo chicken dip. I know, not a traditional Thanksgiving food perhaps but it’s a crowd pleaser. The guys end up snacking on whatever he brings or makes while they watch football and wait for the meal to be ready.

Santiago brings some great wine to the dinner. I think I may have mentioned somewhere before that my headcanon for him is that he’s really into wine. He has a wine subscription box that comes every month and enjoys going to wineries and wine tastings. It started off as a way to impress a date but he’s actually quite enjoyed it, especially as he’s traveled the world. He also has a big sweet tooth and is the one to always bring dessert. He has a few staples he sticks to, but isn’t afraid to venture out and bring something new.

So what are the boys' favorite Thanksgiving food? I thought you’d never ask:

Although Frankie takes great pride in his turkey, he actually likes mac and cheese the best. He also prefers Thanksgiving leftovers to the actual meal itself. Will’s favorite is turkey, or ham if Frankie decides to cook it that year (once Frankie realized how much Will liked it, he started making it every year). Benny loves stuffing (or dressing depending on where you’re from). But, in a move that surprises everyone - mainly his mom - he loves green bean casserole too. Santiago is all about the dessert (hence why he always is in charge of it). He loves pumpkin pie and pecan pie, but he won’t turn down a sweet potato or cherry pie either. 

If you made it this far, I hope you enjoyed my little Thanksgiving prep with the boys. If you are celebrating, I hope you have a good Thanksgiving, if you’re not, then I hope you have a great week!

[ssuperficialspacecadett]

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

Benny, Better Have My Money

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

*best read in between chapter 5 & 6*

Rating: IDK ?? everyone ??

Word Count: 1029

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bitch, better have my money

Y’all should know me well enough

Bitch, better have my money

Please don’t call me on my bluff

Pay me what you owe me

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

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

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

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

Don’t act like you forgot

I call the shot, shot, shots.

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Rhianna?” Pope says curiously. 

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

***

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

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

“I think I got it now! Let me try!” 

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

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

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

Stick and stone may break my bones

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

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

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

S-S-S&M-M-M

S-S-S&M-M-M

Oh, I love the feeling you bring to me

Oh, you turn me on

***

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

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

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

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[creedslove]

I was wondering if you’d agree to write doing a living room picnic with Pedro and just ordering a lot of sushi, drinking wine and spending time together

Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x f!reader

A/N: I changed it for Frankie because idk I got so thirsty and hungry for our killing mule man 🥺 I'm sorry anon 🥺

When you walked home after work, the last person you expected to see was your boyfriend Frankie 

He had been out on a mission for the last few weeks and though you missed him dearly, you knew he wasn't expected to be back for at least another week, so when you saw him you squealed happily and ran to him, jumping into his arms and kissing him as deeply as you could 

Frankie groaned in pain, his body was sore from the mission, the helicopter crash, all the weight he carried and the physical efforts he took, he felt like he was falling apart but his arms still wrapped tight around your body, holding you as close as possible, he needed your touch, your presence and your smell all over him 

You held each other for white some time, you didn't want to let go of him and though there were a few bruises here and there, your sweet Frankie was back alive and in one piece

You smiled big once you saw he'd shaved, of course you loved his scruffy beard and how it felt against your skin, but something about his smooth cheeks sent a warmth down your core 

But you also noticed the sad eyes he carried and you knew it had been a tough mission, maybe he would like to talk about it or maybe he wouldn't, you would let him decide it by himself 

"I missed you, baby girl" he whispered against his lips, kissing you hungrily, like he'd been thinking of doing ever since he left home to go to that goddamn mission. He regretted every single minute of it, he should've never left you but he did and now he had to make up for the time he lost

He'd brought a bag of cash back home, and now he saw how stupid and greedy that was when his true richness was having you by his side 

But things had been already done and he couldn't change what happened, so now he brought in all that money, he would use it to make your life much more comfortable, and with that, he decided to surprise you with your favorite: japanese and wine

You couldn't help but giggle as you saw he had pulled together "that's for you baby" he pulled you closer as you both sat on the carpet, using the coffee table to eat. Frankie's arms wrapped around your frame, his chin resting on your shoulder, hand on your stomach, stroking it gently

As you ate and drank, Frankie could only close his eyes and relax being so thankful he was home, safe and sound with the woman he loved in his arms 

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[intheorangebedroom]

Hey orange besties 🧡

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

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

Yes, I have no shame.

Explicit HC below the cut 🔞

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

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

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

Rosie

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

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

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

Will

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

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

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

Yovanna

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

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

Pope

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

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

Tom

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

Benny

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

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

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

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

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

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

(maybe I’m not over him either 👀)

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

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

Frankie

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

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

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

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

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

Alright, baby!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you,” you breathe out. 

He nuzzles the crown of your hair, gentle again. 

“Happy Halloween, baby.”

****

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

[thefloorisbalaclava]

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

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader

Words: 1,938

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

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

[frankie masterlist][frankie masterlist pt. 2]

Second chances.

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

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

Frankie was one such person.

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

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

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

“Frankie,” you sigh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until he does.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hm?”

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

“You don’t need them,” you say.

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

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

“What?” he wonders.

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

“Feel good?” he asks, and you nod.

“I wanna…fuck you,” you moan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Promise…me,” you repeat.

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

It has been weeks for both of you.

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

“Been too long,” Frankie bites out.

“Only a few weeks,” you say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Christ…” you breathe.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says.

“You better not.”

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

“For what?” you ask.

“For giving me another chance,” he yawns.

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

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

[romanarose]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[prolix-yuy]

Hello! Would you ever expand the sex worker universe? I would love to read about will and benny and santi

Hello lovely Nonnie! Thank you for sending in this fun ask! I wanted to grab it and answer it over some other stories because I’m elbows-deep in other content, but this is something that’s also been bopping around in my head.

The short answer is: probably not. I like all of the TF Boys just fine, and I love pulling them into Frankie and Ms J’s stories, but I don’t plan on expanding the Sex Worker!Frankie universe to include standalone stories for the boys. However, I do have some headcanons about the boys when they were all working together that I thought would be fun to share:

Sex Worker!TF Boys Headcanons

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, Sex Worker!TF Boys, watch me make up shit about sex work, descriptions of sex with clients (including PiV sex, oral sex, group sex, and BDSM), descriptions of male and female bodies, the boys are implied bi/heteroflexible, mentions of drug use, discussion of the aftermath of military service, a brief Tom appearance, assholery and derogatory language pertaining to sex work (only in Tom's if you want to skip).

Pope’s

We all know Santi started “Pope’s” 

Part of it was for the money; he only had girls to start, recommended to him by his friend Javi, former DEA in Colombia

But when his fellow brothers in arms were struggling to get work, he thought he might have found a niche market

Will said they’d get one phone call and that would be that. Benny bet Frankie fifty bucks it would be for him

In the first week Santi got ten calls for the rugged men he’d convinced to pose for his strip club posters

The screening was the same as what he did for his girls

STD tests, birth control, health, payment, rules

The sweetness of their nerves only solidified what Santi was doing

Will was actually the first of them to have a client

When they met up for beers after his appointment, he walked in with a sheepish look

“Yeah okay, it was…it was a good time. I’d do it again.”

Benny and Frankie got into the rotation next, and after their first few appointments it was like entering a new brotherhood

Santi swore he saw them come back to life

The stress of reintegrating into civilian life while also needing to make a living washed off of them

They could do this, were good at this, and even enjoyed it

It’s work sometimes, like when Benny has a fight the night before and has a little less stamina, or if Frankie’s having a rough day, but like any job they still rise to the occasion

And the reviews are glowing

Santiago “Pope” Garcia

A few times Santi would take clients of his own

He called it the “Manager Special”

He liked the calls that were bristly, doubtful

“I’ve never had a man make me cum and I’m at the point where I just want to see if it’s possible.”

“I honestly don’t know why I called.”

“You must get lots of women who know just what they want.”

He likes the challenge, and can take a little bit of a cold shoulder to start

100% success rate for turning around an appointment

The woman who couldn’t cum needed lots of foreplay, Santi’s slick tongue and coaxing fingers pulling her first one out amidst a chorus of “Oh fucks!”

She knows now that smooth and steady is her recipe for cumming with a cock inside her

The ones who are hesitant are fun

Santi likes to watch when the urge to bolt out of the room is replaced with lust and post-orgasmic haze

Having them writhing in the sheets, clutching at him and begging him not to stop? Worth every minute

And if they don’t know what they want? If Santi can’t figure out which of the boys is best for her?

Well then, he has a lot of tricks up his sleeve. One of them is sure to work

His filthy talk is guaranteed to at least get their motor running

And he'll never admit it, but the brattier they are, the harder he gets

Getting someone face-down in the pillow hoarsely chanting his name after a battle of wills?

Feeling them relax around him and take what he's plowing into their body?

It never fails to put a grin on Santi's face

And if they try to regain the upper hand after Santi cums?

Poor dears have no idea he's got a short refractory period

He's got them folded in half under him and chasing another orgasm in record time

Santi is still running Pope's after the boys leave, but it's just his girls now

He has a few repeat clients that request Will or Benny, but only a handful over several months

And one time he gets a sweet, nervous divorcee looking for someone to treat her kindly

And he instantly knows who to call

Will “Ironhead” Miller

Will always ends up being the main attraction on the flyers

Santi prefers to stay out of sight and behind the scenes, and Benny is already on posters for his boxing career

He couldn’t convince Frankie to smolder with a camera on him. The second it turns on he’s all awkward energy

Will exudes quiet confidence, and that apparently does it for a lot of clients

Santi sends Will the half-confident ones, who have maybe used an escort service before. 

They’re experienced in their own way and know what they want. Will is happy to give it to them

But there are also the desperate ones.

Failed marriages, stressful lives, partners away on business trips, kids out of town and they just need to feel seen and fucked senseless for an hour

He’s attentive, watching their faces for the minute signal that he needs to stroke faster, suck harder, whisper something in her ear to tip her over the edge

This attentiveness is why when Santi gets a unique call, he goes to Will first

“Ever do any BDSM stuff?”

Will does some reading, watches some videos, listens to some BDSM community leaders

He can definitely understand the appeal

The first client is a softball, just looking to be tied up and spanked a little

She cums so hard Will loses feeling in his hand from how tightly she’s squeezing him

The shudder that overcomes her when he hums out “good girl” makes him shudder too

From then on Santi sends Will anything with a BDSM tilt

Will excels at reading his client’s body language, but consent and negotiations are a large part of the appointment too

Will is the only one of the boys who requires a phone call with a client before he’ll participate. No charge, and no booking until his questions are satisfied

His clients often tell him the negotiation is half the foreplay for them

Will also has the most repeat clients. 

It comes with the territory, and knowing his clients wants and needs more intimately than from one session is what makes him so desirable

He often doms, both hard and soft (but he prefers soft)

He’ll sub occasionally too, if the client is right

Couples require two separate phone calls, and additional measures to ensure everyone’s safety and pleasure

He is methodical, rigorous, and diligent

Will leaves Pope’s when he’s saved up enough money to open his own little car repair shop

He likes working with his hands, taking things apart and falling into the calm headspace of rooting out problems and solving them

He still takes an old regular once and a while

After all, they’ve put a lot of time in. It would be a shame for them to start all over when he knows exactly what they need

Benny "Golden Boy" Miller

Being a sex worker with your brother is weird

Benny never thought asking about Will’s day would lead to discussions over brands of condoms or bed restraint preferences

But here they are

At least they’re not in close proximity, and they decided on a clear line not to cross when discussing work

Benny started soon after Will because the money sounded too damn good

He was working his way up the food chain in the boxing ring, but it would be nice to make some cash that didn’t involve getting the shit beat out of him

The exhaustion after an appointment was much more satisfying

Santi sends Benny the “party clients”

Bachelorette parties that need spicing up

Those that want to have their world rocked seven different ways and in gravity-defying positions

Occasionally the brazen ones who want the title of being Benny’s best lay

If it sounds like a party scene from a 90’s movie, Benny’s your man

He’s devilishly handsome, which of course helps when the door opens and eight screaming women greet him

Plus his body is rippling and firm, perfect for fingers or manicured nails to skim over

His stamina is well tested, and he loves ratioing his client’s orgasms against his own

His current best is 5:1

He also enjoys being playful in bed

Tossing the client around, nipping and scratching lightly as they squirm underneath him

His mouth can run a mile a minute with little praises and quips

Unless, of course, it’s otherwise occupied, in which his hums and groans will speed them to a faster orgasm anyways

Benny’s “never have I ever” roster is incredibly small

Fucked every hole? Yes

Milked out every drop of their cum? Yes

Tried every creative position, including hanging off a hotel chandelier? Oh yes

He convinced the client that it would definitely come down, but he did fuck her standing up and let her thread her fingers through the metal as long as she promised not to pull

She pulled his hair instead as she came

Benny also loves groups - to be watched, to have them join in, to be in a mass of writhing bodies and skin and pleasure

He can’t be as unreserved as he might have been in the past, simply because he’s being paid to be the guide, but he’ll take moments to relish in the raw sexuality of it all

Men, women, as long as everyone’s having a good time Benny is in his element

He leaves Pope’s soon after Will, his boxing career starting to make the chance of him getting recognized more and more likely

Not that he’d necessarily mind, but if he was going to make a go of it, it was time to jump in with both feet

But if something juicy comes up - a “Just Divorced” party or a fiery client begging for a challenge, Benny can’t help saying yes

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Frankie was the most nervous about working for Pope

It took him a full month of asking Will and Benny questions about it before he could commit

“Are the girls expecting a lot when they come in?” “I mean, usually not much more than you’d normally do for a woman, Frankie.”

“Does it get weird?” “It’s a little awkward to start, but once you start getting into it most of the nerves go away.”

“What do you normally do?” “Jesus, Frank, do I have to give you the birds and the bees talk?”

But finally he calls Pope and says he’s in, at least for a little while

He figured it would be a little less passionate, a little less connection than Frankie normally craves in a sexual encounter

What he didn’t expect was how much he’d like it

What Benny and Will hadn’t put in as many words, and what Santi had glazed over, is how much it felt like helping someone

It stroked at a caregiver desire in Frankie, to give and soothe and make another person happy

The price of coke was the first reason why Frankie started sex work, but the work itself is what kept him there

Santi sends Frankie the shy ones, nervous or full of hang-ups around sex

Frankie excels at making them feel at ease, and then making them feel every pleasure they can think to ask for

He especially loves eating pussy, both for himself and for how reactive the clients are under his hot mouth and relentless tongue

He knows he’s better at it than most, taking his time to find the spots that make them cry out (it’s different for everyone, but he’s got some tried-and-true techniques)

When he puts his big hands on their hips and hold them down, feeling them clenching on his tongue, he has to bite back a growl

Beyond the oral, or the penetrative sex, Frankie also excels at the intimacy of the situation

It’s weird, paying for something that should be easy enough to get for free, and that can make any person feel broken

But if they're inexperienced, or had a string of bad lovers, and their confidence is low, Frankie will take every moment of time together to make them feel like the most desirable person on the planet

His hands roam skin slowly, reverently

He likes placing kisses along the dips and curves of bodies

Not every client wants to be kissed on the mouth, but when he does he’s sure to leave them breathless

Santi calls it the “Boyfriend Experience” and it’s Frankie’s pride and joy to offer

But the coke begins to creep up as Frankie struggles with his own self-worth in the reflection of his clients

Once they leave he’s back to being just Frankie, coke addict, ex-military working at a mind-numbingly boring airport hanger

And he yearns for the touches he gives to the people who walk in and out of his life

Santi kicks Frankie out when the coke becomes all-encompassing

He enters his hardest, and darkest days, and comes out on the other side

He knows sex work will tempt him, so he starts working for Will instead, and things finally feel brighter

Santi throws him the odd client here and there, but they tend to be simple one-offs

Easy money, straightforward needs, no chance for attachment

Frankie thinks it’s Santi’s way of protecting him, and the twin annoyance and gratefulness wars in his chest

And then one day, Santi calls him for a client he thinks Frankie will like

It’s the understatement of the century

Tom “Redfly” Davis

(Dis)honorable mention of the original team

Santi never offered, due to Tom’s marriage

That doesn’t stop Tom from making the odd tasteless joke about “having to turn down the pimp” or "how he avoided getting sex trafficked"

He makes too many STD jokes, even though he’s heard about how rigorous Santi is with keeping everyone clean and healthy

The boys (and his girls) know everyone who works at the health clinic by their first name

When Tom jokes about needing sanitizer after shaking Benny’s hand, everyone’s hackles go up

When he also asks too many questions about if any of them are “gay for pay,” Santi has to walk away before he punches him

They stop inviting him around soon after

END

[lovesbiggerthanpride]

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

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!reader

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

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

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

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

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

Smirking, he feigns ignorance when you inquire.

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

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

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

Ok, bye! 👋🏾 😊

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

[requestomaestro]

Pedro Pascal's characters opening Christmas presents

Din Djarin

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

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

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

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

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

Francisco Morales

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

you do it anyway cause Frankie absolutely deserves it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Javier Peńa

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maxwell Lord

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

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

rips paper like a child

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

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

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

Javi Gutierez

he’s more of a giver rather than a receiver

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

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

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

Pero Tovar

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

you don’t listen

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

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

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

Dieter Bravo

similar to Maxwell, he’s like a child

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

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

will throw the entire house upside down to find his gifts

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

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

Oberyn Martell

a perfect gift for him is some nice lingerie for you

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

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

[rhoorl]

Here is something to think about. The Tf boys taste of music. Here is my theory :

Will: younger days he would have listened to some hard rock. Even some music his parents listened to. Later on it would be something soothing. Yet he still listens to his classics.

Benny: oh baby boy loves his 90's. Mostly boy bands . Some 80's . He too love his rock. Until he is older. Enjoys some old country music. Sure he would blast some rock when he drives.

Santi : Mr matallica. Blasts it all the time. When he is alone? He loves slow songs. Few ballades. Plays them on his guitar ( him and Benny plays guitar in secret . Till someone tells their secret.)!

Frankie: simple. He listens to anything. He would be singing and dancing around. Him and Santi would belt out a few Spanish tunes for fun.

Love to read your thoughts on this.

I'm inspired by listening to my Spotify playlist

Hi @itspdameronthings ... Again you grace my inbox with another fantastic question and headcanon of your own!

I agree with a lot of your points, but here's my thoughts below the fold...

Will - I totally agree with your assessment that he's into classic rock because his dad and uncle listened to it. He doesn't listen to as hard of rock anymore, opting for more low-key, mellow stuff. He's not one to shy away from a concert, although he would prefer a festival to a small venue because being cooped up with that many people would make him too anxious. At least with a festival he can roam and find some space.

Benny - The idea of Benny being into boy bands makes my heart sing! I love that! I also think he's into rock and based on the KISS shirt he wears in the movie I think he also likes the 80's classics because it's what he listened to in the car growing up. But I also think he likes 90's/early 2000's rock and metal, especially when he's at the gym. He was definitely involved in a few mosh pits when he was younger. Spoiler for Delta Landscaping but DL Benny is also a musician, but plays more mellow stuff on his guitar.

Santiago - My dude is all over the place. He loves rock, pop, r&b (mostly when in the bedroom), and of course any Latin music. Santi is the dancer of the group, so he knows all sorts of styles from salsa to merengue to bachata (and he's amazing at it all).

Frankie - He has a soft spot for 90's hip hop and R&B and that's not totally me giving he and I something in common. But he's so easy going, he'll listen to whatever the guys have on. He'll get out on the dance floor too, usually because Santi has dragged him for wingman duties.

How'd I do?

[crazyk-imagine]

Francisco "Frankie" "Catfish" Morales Master List

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I've seen how devastatingly little male!reader fics are in my big fandoms, and as a gay man i feel like i should provide us with said fics! Which is why I'm opening my ask box for any and all male!readers and gn!readers requests! (Including anon requests!)

RULES:

I WON'T ACCEPT FEMALE!READER FICS REQUESTS. I’m a trans-masc genderfluid, so male!Readers or gn!Readers are the ones that I usually write and am comfortable with. It’s hard looking for male!reader fics, especially in female-dominated fandoms, that's why I'm opening requests for any and all sad and touch-starved dudes out there! If these don't fit your preferences then you are free to leave, and if you're a female user/reader entering my blog, I hope you remain respectful about the fics I write or get requests for, thank you.

NOTE: I NEVER USE ANY FORM OF Y/N IN MY FICS. I find them kind of weird for me to write so my fics are mostly 1st Person POV. I write most of my fics based off on Fixations that may last a couple weeks, months, years. If you've requested something but havent seen the fic, that might be because i've lost interest!

What i will write:

male!reader

gender-neutral reader

Ftm! Reader

Smut 

Platonic or Romantic relationships

angst

fluff

comfort

headcanons

nsfw alphabets

drabbles

Series

Age gap (CHARACTERS MUST BE OVER THE AGE OF 19)

What I Won't write:

female!reader

underage characters (anyone under 17)

necrophilia

real people

pedophilia

Omorashi

age play

rape/non-con

incest

offensive/harmful things

THE CHARACTER LIST! Or, characters I will definitely write about if requested!

PEDRO PASCAL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

Ezra (prospect)

Joel Miller

Javi Gutierrez

Javier Peña

Frankie Morales

Whiskey (Kingsman)

Tim Rockford (yes from the Ad)

TOP GUN 86’ & TOP GUN: MAVERICK

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

MARVEL & XMCU

Miguel O'hara (ATSV)

Hobie Brown (Platonic/fluff only)

Pavitr Prabhakar (Platonic/fluff only)

Kurt Wagner (xmcu)

Loki Laufeyson

Bucky Barnes

Moon Knight System

Deadpool

Daredevil

Eddie and Venom (They come as a pair)

BULLET TRAIN

Tangerine

Ladybug

Jujutsu Kaisen

Satoru Gojo

Nanami Kento

Higuruma Hiromi

Ryoumen Sukuna

Yuuji Itadori (Fluff)

Toge Inumaki (Fluff)

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

Connor (RK800)

Nines (RK900)

COD MODERN WARFARE II

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

John 'Soap' Mactavish

König

HONORABLE MENTIONS

Chris Knight (Real Genius)

Hannibal (NBC)

The Corinthian (Netflix Sandman)

Leon S. Kennedy (RE4 Remake)

Luis Serra (RE4 Remake)

Understand that these are all works of fiction; I am perfectly fine with writing for topics including mafias, mobs, murder, organized crime, war, mental illness, abuse, etc.; but please do not romanticize them in any way. Reading it is fine; please don't romanticize them in your head.

If any of this provided information may seem confusing or have any questions, feel free to drop a DM and I will explain further! I will try to post fic requests as regularly and as fast as I can!

For refrence, these are fics i've written and uploaded to my AO3!

Steven Grant/Male Reader fluff

XMEN Family Pride Fic

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #1

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #2

Deadpool/Male Reader Fluff Confession

Deadpool/Ftm Reader Smut

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader Fluff

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader sunshine x grumpy

Tangerine/Male Reader Fluff/Angst Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader (Escort Fic) Mature

Tangerine/NB Reader Teen&Up

Tangerine/Gender-Fluid Reader (Coming out fic)

Francisco "Catfish" Morales/Husband Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Ellie Fluff

Joel Miller & Kid Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Tess Fluff a bit Angst

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Fluff slight Angst

Din Djarin/Boyfriend Reader Smut

And the Short Fics/Drabbles on Tumblr!

Pulse (Tangerine/M!reader)

Deep Dive (Namor/M!reader)

Hold Tight (Tangerine/gn Reader)

Ner Mesh'la (Din Djarin/Male Reader)

Trinkets (Kurt Wagner/Gender-fluid Reader)

"Anythin' you wanna be." (Hobie Brown & Ftm Reader)

Little Nap! (Meows Morales Drabble)

Anyone that starts an argument about me writing exclusively for men and gender neutrals alike will get a very passive-aggressive and sarcastic reply to your request. There is an abundance of female!readers fics and writers who provide them; I am just here for people that takes a whole day searching for good male!reader fics. IF you do start an unnecessary rant about my fics or my writing preferences at a given moment; I’ve been in fandom spaces for the last 7 years of my life and run on pure manic adrenaline, I will throw hands. 

Without further ado, REBLOG TO TELL ALL DUDES! I OPEN MY FLOOD GATES! WELCOME ALL MALE!READER REQUESTS!

[thefloorisbalaclava]

a forever type of love

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader

Words: 876

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

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

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

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

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

Society would try to make him feel ashamed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“These are my favorite,” you said.

“I know.” He touched your face gently.

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

“Am I?” He wrapped an arm around you.

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

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

“For what?” you asked.

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

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

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

“Tell me, Frankie.”

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

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

“Society,” he responded.

“Fuck society. Are you happy, Frankie?”

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

“Doubts about us?” you wondered nervously.

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

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

“But—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you were luckier.

[gnpwdrnwhiskey]

Over When It's Over

Pairing- Frankie Morales x f!reader

Word Count- 650-ish

Warnings- it's just so much angst. and mentions of alcoholism.

Author's Note- so according to this poll, at least some of you wanted to read this....my usual headcanon for Frankie is that he has a woman who stands by his side no matter what, this isn't that. this is a Frankie who came home from Colombia and fell into a bottle and hasn't found his way out yet. there's no happy ending, but I'd kinda like to think if I ever visited these two again, there could be.....

"Babe? You home?"

Shit.

You weren't expecting him back so soon and you start packing a little faster.

But you don't bother answering him, the apartment's about the size of a shoebox, he'll find you sooner rather than later. Add that to the list of things that you're sick of- losing the house and having to live in this shitbox because it's all you can afford on one income.

"Babe?" He stops in the doorway, fresh beer in hand, of course. "What's going on?"

"What does it look like, Francisco?" You sigh. "I'm done. We're done. This is over. Drea and I will be at my mom's. We'll work something out with the lawyers."

"What the fuck? Are you serious with me right now? You weren't even gonna let me have a say in this? You're just gonna leave? You're just gonna take my baby from me?"

"There's nothing to say. I can't do it anymore, Frank. I can't live like this and I won't raise my daughter like this. You need help."

"I'm fine," he scoffs. "I just need to get my license back and everything will be fine, you'll see."

"Do you even hear yourself right now?" You laugh bitterly. "You're not fine. And no one is reinstating your license. If it had just been the suspension, we probably could've made it through this but then you went off with Pope and you lost Tom and you won't talk to me...."

"There's nothing to talk about," he insists with a shake of his head. Has been insisting for the last year and a half. "Bad mission, that's all. It's over, it's done."

"Oh, is it? Is it over? When's the last time you slept through the night? When's the last time you were really truly sober, hmm?? Or, or....contributed anything to this family? I can't even leave Drea alone with you because I don't know what the fuck I'll come home to! So not only am I the only one working, I'm also having to pay for fucking childcare!!"

"What do you want me to do? Flip fucking burgers? Or go hang out at the Home Depot or some shit and hope I get picked up for a crew?"

"Why not? Do you think you're too good for that? I go out and wait fucking tables five days a week because some one has to keep a roof over our heads! Do you think you're better than me? Is that what you're saying?"

"I'm not saying-- damnit, I'm not a fucking day laborer, I'm a goddamn pilot! A fucking good one!"

"No, what you are now is a fucking drunk!" You yell, slamming the suitcase closed.

The silence is deafening, Frankie standing with his arms crossed staring daggers at you from the other side of the bed and you wonder for the millionth time what happened to the man you met years ago- the one with the quiet confidence and warm smile, the quick laugh and laid-back manner.

"This is horseshit," Frankie mumbles. "Ten years and you're just gonna throw it all away? Over what? A couple beers?"

You drag your suitcase off the bed and put it by the door with the others before crossing to him, pulling him into a hug that he only halfheartedly returns.

"It's more than that and you know it. You need help, with the drinking and with whatever demons you're fighting with in your head. Doesn't have to be me, but talk to someone. If you won't do it for yourself, do it for Drea. She deserves the best version of you."

You give him a kiss on the check and step out of his loose embrace before grabbing your bags and walking out. And you don't look back.

[juletheghoul]

Babes. With Halloween 147 days away I gotta know all the Pedro characters you hc as monsters. Like Din = demon, Ezra = werewolf, etc (lol idk how to word it)

Excuse me.. have you been looking in my google docs??

Okay - so I've actually given this a lot of thought, shockingly. I've come up with a list of what I think the boys would be for a story / series that might or might not ever actually see the light of day lol.

Here goes- hope you enjoy!

Jack Daniels; This man is a centaur. Cowboy through and through and nothing makes more sense to me than him being half man, half horse. Do with this information what you like. 👀

Din Djarin; For Din I have two headcanons—first one is Demon!Din, the lovable, sexy one that eats pussy like a champ and is a feminist lol. In the second one I don't think he'd be a monster per say, I think he'd be a droid, or some really advanced AI. He'd be intelligent, but surprisingly human underneath all that beskar.

Marcus Moreno; Homeboy is already super, so it makes sense to me that he'd be like a Magneto / Professor X hybrid. Intuitive, crazy smart, and very handy to have around.

Pero Tovar; I don't actually think he'd be a monster either, more like a time traveler who is perpetually lost. Never in his own time, never knows what's going on but point him towards somewhere he can have a stiff drink, a fight, and a woman or five and he's right at home.

Javier Pena; Javi would be a Nahual, the Mesoamerican version of a shapeshifter, also known as an animal protector and guardian spirit. I'm not sure which animal he'd change into-I'll leave it open to interpretation.

Francisco Morales; Werewolf. Hands down. Literally nothing else to add to this-he'd be normal and cool most of the time, and then disappear for the three days of the full moon.

Max Phillips; This one's a given, he's a vampire and it makes sense for him. No notes- they got it in one.

Marcus Pike; This is where we get a bit sad, I think Marcus would be a ghost. A lonely spirit, wandering the earth in search of a true love.

Ezra; He's a little different, he gives me 'Old God' vibes. A pagan harvest God or deity, someone you leave offerings to in order to have a bountiful harvest, or good health, fertility.

Dave York; This man is a crossroads Demon. He's cold, and distant, and is always ready to offer you a deal you can't possibly afford.

Oberyn Martell; This is obvious to me too, Oberyn is an Incubus. The breeding kink is so strong it's basically his personality. He's only here to have a good time, and fuck his way through humanity (consensually, of course), leaving as many babies as he can in his wake.

Max lord; Another obvious one for me, he's a genie. Make your wishes, and he'll grant them, so long as there's something in it for him at the end of the day.

Would love to hear your thoughts, and thots on this! 💜