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“Babe, there’s a hotel just up the road, we can always stay there.” Frankie huffs, looking around the empty space, his voice echoing on the empty walls and off the hardwoods under his feet. “We don’t have anything.”
You grin, looking around the bare walls and dreaming of the possibilities of what the space would look like when you fill it with your furniture, your paintings and photos spaced out on the walls. Over the fireplace would hang the shadow box with Frankie’s uniform, his medals and ribbons on display and the flag that he had flown while he was in Iraq his first tour over there.
“TMO will be here in the morning.” You argue playfully. “We used to do this all the time.”
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The air is wet, your breath slightly visible in front of you as the only sounds that can be heard is the grinding of your boots and several others on the old asphalt road you are walking down.
Birds are quiet, never a good thing according to the men who’s weapons are loosely slung in their arms, ready to be pulled up and used at a seconds notice. Four sets of eyes are sharp, constantly rotating around to make sure that nothing has changed in the twenty seconds since they seen that patch of land earlier. There were times when you had considered the training the men had received to be redundant, but you were more than glad to have that skill set around you now.
I was shown this amazing art that @djarinart did, and it inspired me to write little Headcannons about each one.
Thank you to @pppr0nhub for sending it to me and also for discussing theories about each character!
Please note: nothing sexually explicit in these but it is implied.
FRANKIE MORALES: The boys got him the shirt as a gag gift, though he’ll never let on to them how much it makes him laugh to himself. It was an actual t-shirt, but he was doing some work on his truck and his arms needed more freedom of movement, so he took the sleeves off and opened the sides up. He was going to throw it out once he was done, but on second thought, he liked how you couldn’t keep your eyes off him.
DIN DJARIN: After a particularly gruelling contract he got back to the Razor Crest and the beskar was off the second the target was in carbonite. He’d undone his tunic to check for any injuries missed. Din had forgotten you would see him, then he heard a soft intake of breath as he came up to the cockpit. Telling you how he felt came a bit easier when he realised that wasn’t a gasp of concern.
PERO TOVAR: He came back home to you with this huge tear across his tunic and you almost screamed, worried there was some kind of slice across his chest. Satisfied there wasn’t one, you loved the easy access to his broad, muscled chest and couldn’t keep your hands off. At first Pero was worried he’d upset you, but then realised the benefits of a torn tunic. Sometimes he’ll tear it himself just before he comes through the front door.
JAVIER PEÑA: Javi initially was not impressed when you presented him with it. But when he begrudgingly tried it on, he melted inside when he saw how much it made you giggle. It never came out of his apartment, but he would always wear it for you, and sometimes even if you didn’t ask. You’d rung him once telling him about how bad your day had been. When you came home there he was, in that top and his tightest jeans, waiting on the couch.
JACK DANIELS: One night you and Jack were about to go to bed, when you both heard something downstairs. He sprang into action, gun holster thrown on and ran. False alarm, but when he came back he took one look at you and smirked ‘Oh, do you like what you see, darlin’?’. You damn near collapsed when he put the hat on as well.
(Sorry for the weird Javi tag, my app doesn’t give me any ‘Javier Peña’ tags when I try and find one!)
Warnings: SMUT, making out, oral sex (m and f receiving), PinV sex, hand jobs, voyeurism, mentions of PTSD, mild angst, mentions of Marcus’ late wife as well as fluff, sweetness, affection, polyamory, M/M and M/F smut ahead as well as group sex because everyone is in love with everyone here
Summary/Notes: So here it is: my first throuple fic!!! I’ve been wanting to write one forever and once I decided on Frankie and Marcus the words started flowing! I love poly fics and thought the fandom could use more. I recognize this won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, but I hope those who like it do enjoy! And I am very much open to writing more for them in the future if anyone is interested. As always, likes, comments, reblog appreciated!!
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It’s such a relief every time Frankie pulls in the driveway and sees both your and Marcus’ cars already in their spots. He hops out and goes inside, excited to see everyone after his latest appointment. His road to recovery has been hard, harder at times than he thought he could stand. But knowing you and Marcus and Missy were at home, rooting for him? It’s kept him going on some of the toughest days and nights he’s ever experienced.
He’s brought out of his reminiscing when he opens the door and you’re walking through the living room with a basket of folded laundry. When you hear him coming in, you set the basket down and immediately jog over to him to embrace him without a word. Frankie relaxes immediately in your hold and buries his nose in your neck, breathing deep.
You don’t say anything while he leans against you, letting him get himself reacquainted with being home after the emotional upheaval that therapy always brings. He lets you know it’s okay to talk by lifting his head enough to press his lips to your cheek, planting a firm kiss there just for you.
“How was it?” you ask, watching his expression up close now that he’s looking at you.
“Good,” he says with a sigh, “hard. But we’re making progress.”
You grin at him and lean in to give him a sweet kiss on his plush lips, gasping a little when he presses his hand into your lower back so you’re flush against each other. You don’t get a chance to say anything else because Missy comes bursting into the room, proclaiming dinner is ready and she’s hungry.
Summary; He’s so comfortable, so warm and soft to sleep on, it would be easy just to nap on him Word Count; ~3.5k Content And Warnings:this is straight filth. consensual somnophilia, size kink, spit kink, dirty talk, fantasies of free use, cumplay, cum eating, oral sex, squirting, Frankie is a filthyfucker in this. If I’ve missed anything please let me know! Authors Note; …. this got away from me. I have no excuse, except that if I’m going to hell I’m taking all of you with me.
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a/n: Hello! Because you all have been so sweet and patient waiting for me and because I still have a couple weeks of hiatus left, I thought I would pop in and drop a little token of my appreciation. It’s been a long time since I wrote about these two — I hope you enjoy! ❤️ note: no taglist because I’m posting this from mobile — my apologies and pictures from @heythere-mel❤️
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“Nice little setup you got here.”
Frankie’s face peeps in between the opening of the dark sheets and you grin at the way his curls are slightly askew, at the slivers of grey highlighted around the corner of his jaw.
He looks around, taking in the nest of blankets, the mound of pillows and you, with a smile.
Synopsis:Frankie was always the type of friend to bring you on extravagant trips - whether on the ground or in the sky. But, you never pegged him as a man who liked reckless danger.
Warnings:Sweet Baby Boy Frankie, Roommate/Friend!Frankie, Gentle Rubbing of Reader’s Thigh, Heights, Female Masturbation, Fingering, Oral Female Receiving, Sexual Activities While Operating a Vehicle (Don’t Try at Home…I can’t believe I need to warn that,)
Rating:E
Author’s Note: For my 500 follower celebration back in September of ‘21, I got this idea and never fully took off with it. Only took 8 months to get back to it lol.
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You are not happy and Frankie knows it. Feeling his gaze on you repeatedly as he takes the exit for the gate that he is leaving from. Not that you could really get into it again, not with Elise and Tomas in the back seat. The baby, Tomas, deciding that he would start screaming halfway between home and the airport, not happy that he was the slightest bit hungry and he was not immediately fed.
Trying to shush him and get your four-year-old to prop the baby bottle up for her brother was a task in and of itself. Blowing out an exasperated breath as you have to reach back and hold the bottle steady while twisting your body in a way that makes a stitch in your side.
Pairing:none, main focus in a father/daughter relationship.
warnings: horror, gore, disposal of dead bodies, cannibalism, foul language, talk of sexual assault, obsessive personalities, unhealthy relationships, NO INCEST
authors note: I had written this for my creative writing class because I had previously posted about Francisco’s connection to others that overpowers his own personal identity, plus i think he’s such a malleable character he can work in any genre, especially horror. I picked it to do revisions for my final and here is the finished product. big thank you to all who have listened to me ramble and helped with edits and suggestions about this story. It’s silly to say i havent really committed to writing something as much as I did this one in quite some time!
Warnings:Voyeurism, masturbations, sex toys, oral sex (male and female receiving), vaginal sex, angst, talks of domestic abuse, talks of being held captive, protectiveness, Frankie throwing his rank around a little and it’s sexy, domestic violence, threats of murder.
Comments: Frankie finds that his new neighbor doesn’t close her windows when she’s masturbating. You have moved trying to escape your past and catch the handsome man next door watching you one day, inviting him over in the heat of the moment, a decision that will change your lives.
Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers
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Frankie had noticed that the ‘FOR RENT’ sign had been taken down next door. Noticed it when he had pulled into the driveway after a long day, noticing that the lights had been turned on, but he hadn’t given it much more thought than that. The need for a beer and a shower urgent. Perhaps a beer in the shower after the day he had. Not noticing that someone was moving around, setting up a home while he opens the door to the house and sighing as he takes his hat off and starts toeing off his boots to let his aching feet breathe.
“Fuck I’m getting old.” He grunts to himself and closes the door, emptying his pockets of keys, wallets, mints and his phone, dumping it all on the entryway table Julia had left when she had moved out two years ago. Hanging up his jacket and pulling his sweaty t-shirt over his head as he walks down the hall towards his bedroom.
A/N: God, I just love these two. And Meana-beana. I dunno where the strength to finish this came from - I was just minding my business eating a mandarin so… yeah. Apologies for any mistakes, it’s late lmao.
Taglist note: I’ve used my MTW taglist but if you are no longer interested, just let me know and I’ll remove you from any future fics as this is an old list, some names have changed/don’t work, and new tag requests are not added so I’m sorry for that!
Summary: Mena and Frankie have an important question for you.
Word count: just over 1.8k
Warnings: swearing, MY FAVE BESTIES BENNY + ANGEL, fluff & domesticity galore, Frankie DILF™️ Morales. It’s just fluff. Fluff everywhere. I’m soft as fuck.
Something in the back of your mind flagged certain interactions, focusing on some things said in passing or the way people just simply acted around you. It was bugging you like crazy.
It started when Frankie started acting differently.
