#why am i incapable of producing frankie content?

[mostly-megan]

WIP Game

I was called out graciously tagged by the dreamy @zeldasayer​ and realized suddenly just how many I am currently working on. 💚✨

At Home With The Daniels (Whiskey x Gin x Nanny, follow-up to Cabana Nights)

“Levon, honey, you need to keep the towel around you to keep you dry,” you gently remind him as you adjusted his hands to grip the edges of the warm cloth. The poor boy looked like a wet puppy with his sad expression and drooping, wet curls falling in his eyes. You brush them back, catching his attention with a warm smile. 

“He’s just grabbing something, he’ll be right back,” ruffling his hair earns you a shy smile as he toddles over to clammer onto the soft outdoor couch with you. You have to bite back a giggle at the huff he lets out as he leans against you. Angling your head to see inside, you catch a glimpse of Jack walking back and forth with the phone cradled against his shoulder. His wet hair hangs like the little boy next to you as droplets skitter down the angular planes of his broad back. 

Before you start to consider the peek of his slightly too tight swim trunks under his robe, the lithe tones of the children’s mother float from the front room. “Well, hello, my little ducklings! Are you having a fun day with Papa?”

Nerd Hot Talk (Stressed!Frankie Morales x F!Reader: Funny/Fluffy/Dumb Dirty Talk)

Slowly opening his soulful eyes to meet your, he lifts your hand to his lips to delicately kiss the knuckle, “What would I do with out you, mi amor?” You feel your face get a bit hot as you lean down to kiss him softly, leaning your cheek on his as you read over what he has done.

“Hmm, you’d probably sit here for even more hours each day. Are you making any progress?” He inhales deeply and lefts the hard exhale puff out of his plush lips, “Well, it looks like I have all of the preliminary reports finished, but I need to get everything setup for the instructor and my sponsor so they came have everything they need to fill out.” 

He rubs his eyes with one hand, you stand to his side and look over the papers at the front. “And, of course, we can’t forget the insurance, lesson requisites, and medical record forms…”  He wraps his arm around your waist to bring you into his lap, resting his head on your tummy and letting out a sigh as you lay an arm around his neck.

“If you keep doing that, I think you’re going to use up all the air in the house.” He scoffs, looking back up at you, “Oh, you’re funny. You guys hear her? She’s got jokes.” His eyes are tired, the whites look slightly gray and are tinged with red around the edges. But they still sparkle at you the same way they did when you first met. 

Back From Basics (Post-Boot Camp!Frankie x F!Reader: It’s just smut with a little comfort...)

After sitting on the couch for a while just talking for hours, it dissolves like it always used to into slow kisses and passionate making out. It’s a bit odd, his body still feels the same, but it’s felt different in a lot of ways. But his lips still molded to you perfectly, knowing exactly when to move and suck on your lower lip. 

His tongue slowly asks for entrance and you gladly allow the warmth to invade you, roving around and making you moan into the kiss. His hands have found their way up your shirt, caressing your back and pulling you softly to him. You start to slip yours under his shirt, but he pulls away from the kiss and quickly grabs your hands to move them away.

The sun has long since dipped down, leaving you two only is a dim light from the ever-fading glow out the window. “Don’t,” his eyes are looking at your hands, almost refusing to meet yours, “I-I mean, let’s just focus on-on your now.” You place a hand on his cheek, his eyes slowly meet yours. He’s nervous, almost scared, but you’re confused why exactly. If anyone would be, shouldn’t be you not meeting his level of fitness? 

Is he actually concerned about how he looks right now? “Why don’t we go up to bed, baby? There’s something that I want to do,” you whisper along his jaw, leaving small kisses along it as you go. He groans and suddenly stands, forcing you to quickly squeeze your arms around his neck to keep from flying back. Although you know you wouldn’t, his hands are firmly holding onto your thighs as he chuckles a bit at your response. “You couldn’t do this before,” he pulls his head back to look at you while he moves to the bedroom.

My Hero (Dad!Frankie x Reader)

Giggling along with her, you make your way out to the work shed, Isabella wiggling out of your grasp and scampering to the door. You gave the old barn door a tug and popped you head in to see if it was a good time to bother him, but she zipped past your legs to her father. 

Frankie looked up from where he stood, penciling out designs in the planks of wood on his sawhorse, safety glasses perched low on the bridge of his nose. His framed towering over the low beams highlighted by the plaid shirt pulled tight over his strong arms and a little on his softer tummy.

His face lit up at the sight of his daughter bouncing up to him in her little purple shirt and flower tights. He scooped her up with an exaggerated effort, “Uugh, hey, nena! You look so pretty, que bonita!” He nuzzled his nose into her temple and pressed kisses into her curly mess of hair that matched his own. 

She squeals and wiggles at the sensation, giggling out a “Gracias, papa,” but grabbed at his shirt and face to get more of his attention. “Papa, papa, we go on a ‘venture! We wanna ‘venture!”

You cross the workshop, where you were observing the sweet scene from the door. “Some little girl has been a bit cranky today,” you muss up Isabella’s hair and get her giggling again as you lean on Frankie’s other shoulder, “And her mama is also getting a little bored of being home. You got time for an adventure to, oh say, the park?” 

You wiggle an eyebrow at him as Isabella dramatically gasped at the idea. “Park, papa, park,” he chuckles as her little hands now slap on his chest.

Spring Fever (Werewolf! Frankie x Reader: Family Fluff)

Even from the car port outside, you can hear giggles and loud little footsteps in the cabin. You and Frankie share exasperated eyerolls and sighs hidden behind soft smiles as you pass each other. You had just opened up the doors and windows to air out your monthly retreat and Lucas was running wild with excitement. 

You walk up the deck steps, carrying one of the coolers of food you had bought on the way up, and see a small, fuzzy blur circling the living room. On the way to the kitchen, you can see your son chasing his tail so fast it was even making you dizzy. 

Eventually you hear a soft “oof” and look back to see him back in human form bonking against the couch cushion and landing on the floor with dizzy giggles. “Lucas, you’d better be wearing pants when I look back up. We’ve talked about keeping our clothes on.”

You softly chuckle at the small gasp and frantic shifting of fabric. He stumbles into his shorts and tshirt and toddles over to tug lightly on your pant leg, “Mama, mama, I almost got it that time! Didja see Mama?!” 

He giggles again as he wraps his little arms around your legs to steady himself. Pulling more cold food out of the ice chest, you play with his soft curls with your other hand, “I did, sweetheart. You’re such a silly pup today, that looked like so much fun!” 

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