Summary: When an old acquaintance reemerges in your life with a offer too good to refuse, you find yourself trekking through the woods with a pack of werewolves, one of which has an undeniable pull. Skilled and trained in pack handling, you somehow find yourself in over your head.
Warnings: Werewolf AU, A/B/O Dynamics, Canonical violence, Canonical death, Pining, Angst, Miscommunication, Explicit Smut, Bonding, Slight soulmates/Fated/True Mates, Mentions of guns, Mentions of violence, Peril, Mentions of wounds, Vague descriptions of death, Monster fucking, Monster attack
Wordcount: 12k
Notes: My contribution to The Moon of May writing challenge! I’ve wanted to play around with a few werewolf characters and I love that a/b/o au is basically an offshoot of that, so this seems perfect to have a little bit of angst and intensity with our wonderful Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales!
A/N:I have been wanting to challenge myself to write a drabble a day for a whole month for quite some time now, and I finally decided to just go for it. The goal is to fill every prompt on this listby@creativepromptsforwriting with a short one shot (500 - 2k words) by the end of June. Can I do it? I do not know. But let’s find out! - Today I am going WAY out of my comfort zone and taking a stab at Frankie Morales for the first time. This will eventually be linked to a longer series, but for now it can and should be read as a stand alone that takes place about two years after the events of TF. Any and all feedback on this would be very welcome as this is my first stab at Francisco, and I’d love to know your thoughts!
Word Count : 2k
Warnings: language, mention of drug use, mentions of violence, slight hint of zest, lots of smooching, Francisco cannot keep his hands to himself. nor should he.
Summary:A lot has changed in Frankie’s life since he and the guys returned from the failed mission in the Columbian jungle, and not all of those changes have been easy. But one major change has become the biggest constant in his life - you.
These goddamn things are fuckin’ heavy.
Frankie blew out a breath that turned into a grunt as he dropped the two bags of top soil he’d been carrying, the packages hitting the ground with a dense thud. He had already hauled four of them from where he was parked in the driveway to where he stood now, in front of the raised garden beds you’d helped him build the previous weekend. It was going to look great when it was finished - you were planting a combination of roses and lilacs - and he knew that he wouldn’t regret it once the work was done and the plants were in place. But there were another four bags in the bed of his truck that needed to be moved, and he already knew he would feel the ache of all the bending and lifting for several days.
I’m getting too old for this shit.
Brushing the palms of his work gloves together, he rid them of excess dirt. Clumps of dark brown soil fell as he used one hand to adjust his hat, specks of it landing on his cheek and sticking to the thin layer of sweat that glazed over him in the summer heat. A grinding sensation stuttered down from his scapula to the muscles in the middle of his back as he rolled his shoulder in a circular motion, and Frankie let out a sound that was somewhere between a huff and a groan as he prepared himself to move another hundred and sixty pounds of dirt across the yard.
Pairing:Frankie Morales x Female Reader x Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia
Word Count: 7,705
Rating: Explicit. (language, sexual acts, sexual contact with two separate men)
Summary:This is it: the moment when things change between you and Pope … what happens between the two of you - and how do you handle it? But just as importantly, how do Pope and Frankie handle it?
Author’s note:
I am so damn sorry that this has taken so long to get out. I didn’t forget about them, I just got really sidetracked with other things. But we’re back! Thank you all for being so patient with me.
He would have stopped if he’d wanted to. You knew that - you knew exactlyhow he would have reacted - freezing and then straightening all the way up, pulling himself away from you and out of your hold, hands leaving your body without hesitation as he turned away and spluttered out an excuse. But Pope didn’t do any of those things, and before you knew it, he was kissing you, the man’s lips soft and warm against yours.
I appreciate how you didn’t have Pope and the reader immediately have sex. It felt real that they shared a couple of kisses and are now taking some time to process how they feel and how they’re going to move forward. I also admire Frankie because I don’t know how he’s not feeling jealous. I know I couldn’t do it!
Summary:Frankie is trying to cope with the fallout from Columbia and is trying hard not to turn to drugs. Benny suggests going to a BDSM club, which is where you come in. Question is, will it be enough for him to release his demons? And will you ever be more than just a fix?
A/N:gonna be a series of oneshots giving snippets into their life. All these wonderful dom fics are making me yearn for some dark!dom Frankie you can thank @misspearly1and@whataperfectwasteoftime for there amazing fics that inspired this, also I’ve been reading a lot of spicy books lately and this is the result
Wow this was hot AF!! i always have Frankie as feral Frankie as you see him snap in Triple Frontier and that is hot Frankie. Love the mood board, very, very apt pics!!!
First off, let me just once again say thank you to everyone that took part in this celebration, I’ve had so much fun with this!
For this special day I’ve written a bigger story, taking a first stab at Frankie Morales and I’m hoping you’ll enjoy reading this as much as I’ve loved writing it <3
This is Frankie x female reader (called Zoe but otherwise no description) and I’m gonna say Mature rating, because of adult themes and implied smut, so 18+ONLY.
~Trying to escape the whole concept of your birthday, you go for a drive, but it doesn’t take you where you’d thought it would.~
That one day of the year when you wished that it would’ve been possible to just skip forwards 24 hours and be free of the misery, but alas, time was beyond all control, forcing you to endure what always seemed like an endless day, that somehow also always ended before you’d had a chance to experience it.
The day that felt like the perpetual inconvenience to everyone: your birthday.
This was so cute and i really like how you write Frankie! Also happy belated birthday!❤️
Ps. I saw your post about swedish midsummer and i was surprised that you are a swede. I always just kind of assumed you to be british (i don’t know why) But greetings from across the border
