Frankie Morales x f!reader
Summary: You wake up on the wrong side of the bed and Frankie takes the brunt of it all day. But he has one golden rule: a goodnight kiss no matter what.
Rating: E
Word Count: 2.6k
Content: Established relationship, reader has an attitude which Frankie takes the opportunity to fuck out of existence, smut (makeup sex, oral both receiving/69, unprotected pinv)
He does always know how to make you feel better 🥹🥹🥹🥺🥺🥺😏😏😏
Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader
Rating: M
Summary: After an eventful night, Marcus Pike, your boss, friend, and object of your affection, promises to call you once this upcoming case is finished. Then he meets Teresa Lisbon and becomes distant. It isn’t until after she leaves him that he realizes the error of his ways.
Word count: 6,850
Notes: This was born from listening to august by Taylor Swift and wondering about Marcus being torn between two women and asking myself ‘would Marcus ever lead someone on?” There is a bit of a canon divergence with this story and a lot of miscommunication. Massive thank you to @absurdthirst for helping me figure things out with this story and making suggestions.
This fic is cross-posted to AO3 under the same name and my taglist can be found linked in my bio as well as my masterlist which is linked below
Comments/reblogs appreciated
Chapter warnings: Alcohol consumption, one-night stands/possibly dubious consent (they’re a bit tipsy but consent is discussed/given), boss/employee relationship, ghosting, presumed leading on, therapy mention, swearing, miscommunication, angst with a happy ending, non-explicit sexual content
Whoa damn I was so mad at Marcus throughout most of this. He is a himbo but then he comes in at the end redeeming himself lol. Amazing!
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 11k
Warnings: Drug use, angst, heartbreak, childbirth, fighting, mentions of divorce, breastfeeding, fingering, vaginal sex, clitoral simulation, nipple play, slight lactation kink
Comments: Frankie misses the most important day for you, the day of your daughter’s birth. All because he was getting high while you were in labor. At your wits end, you throw him out. Making your husband desperate to make things up to you, to be what you and your daughter need. Even if it means going to South America with Pope for the money he’s offering.
Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers
A/N: This story contains issues of drug abuse/childbirth. If these topics bother you, please do not read.
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“Come on, come on!” You hiss, staring down at the phone as it continues to ring. The sense of fear and foreboding gripping you tightly as the seconds tick by.
“You’ve reached Francisco Morales, leave a message.”
Groaning, you wait for the beep. “Frankie, where the fuck are you?” You demand, voice creeping up as you feel another contraction start to roll over you. “I’m in labor. Get hereeeeeeee!” You break off in a cry and try to breath through the contraction for the next forty five seconds, the recording still going. “Fuck.” You whimper, alone in your hospital room. “Please baby.” You beg before you disconnect the call and immediately open your messages to send yet another text that will be delivered but not read, just like the last fifteen texts you’ve sent this morning. ‘Where the fuck are you?’ You demand.
Thank you @i-love-movies for this prompt! It presented more of a challenge than I thought it would, and I say that affectionately because every struggle helps me grow <3
The prompt was "I'm not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention." with Javier Gutierrez. (Prompt List)
Rating: Mature Warnings: PINING. Javi x female reader, no y/n, happy ending, fluff. Word Count: 1500 Author’s Masterlist
You love him so much that it aches just to look at him. Yet for all his sensitivity, he doesn’t see it, doesn’t perceive the warmth in your skin when he touches you, and never catches the pain in your eyes when he pulls away.
The pining? The sweetness? The absolutely beautiful love confession? This has it all. 🥰🥰🥰
This is short, but very sweet! Thank you @bilibiche for the prompt, and I hope the story helps put a smile on your face <3
The prompt was "You did what?!" with a Pedro character of my choice, and I went with Pero this time, because I felt like this suited his temper.
Rating: Mature Warnings: Pero Tovar x female reader, established relationship, mention of gay relationship within the narrative, fluff. Word Count: 575 Author’s Masterlist
How long has it been since you had a night out with friends? You can’t even remember, and it’s been nagging at the back of your mind for months now. So, when your oldest friend Hanna calls out of the blue, saying almost exactly the same thing, you both decide that it’s time, and make plans without even checking with your respective partners first.
Little bits of domesticity are my absolute favorite lol.
Thank you for the prompt @deadhumourist It left me scratching my head all day, but it was fun!
The prompt was "Everyone keeps telling me you're the bad guy." with a Pedro character of my choice. And since I'm trying to challenge myself here, I went with Javier Peña, and perhaps didn't take the traditional approach to the prompt. Hope you'll still like it, sweets <3
Rating: Mature Warnings: Javier Pena x female reader, mentions of a gun, Javi being a little shit, but mostly just fun stuff. Word Count: 570 Author’s Masterlist
“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy,” he says, eyeing you up and down like he’s appraising jewellery, as he leans his backside against the nearest desk.
I needed this today like I need water. I love this fun, flirty Javier! You write him so well! Also I’ve missed your writing so much 🥹🥹🥹🥹
A/N: It’s here! Thanks to everyone for the interest they expressed in this story. I hope you enjoy! Please drop a comment and reblog if you liked it. :)
Pairing: Raymond Smith x F! Reader (Reader does wear glasses, because I may be manifesting a little bit, but no other physical descriptions
Warnings: 18 + ONLY. Language, canon typical violence, blood, injury, guns, explicit smut, Oral, unprotected sex, and lots of delicious protective Ray.
Word Count: 5.5K
“No, you don’t understand, you fucking twat, we needed those parts last week, and you fucked up the order. Not us, you. So either you get your shit together and get the parts here within the hour, or we will be reminding you whose last name is on the building!” You slam the phone down with a huff, taking off your glasses to pinch the bridge of your nose, the beginning of a headache forming.
“Remind me never to piss you off,” you slowly lower your hands, eyes catching the smirk of one Raymond Smith, leaning casually in the doorway.
“He had it is coming,” you mumble, “fucking idiot, this is the fourth time I’ve called him today. He won’t even answer when the boss calls.”
“I didn’t know Michael was making calls on behalf of the business,” he slowly crosses his arms over his chest, his broad shoulders seeming to take up the entire frame in his black pea coat.
You chuckle, “We know who the boss is.” He takes the back of his thumb, running it over his lower lip with a grin. Subconsciously you lick your lips, and his eyes watch you; he never misses anything.
Okay so there are so many moments here that I can pinpoint that just really get me like understand me deep into my soul…. But “, I am coming for you. Do you understand me? I’m coming for you.” Is probably the most absolute perfect line. Honestly for real. 🥰🥰🥰😘😘😘😍😍😍
A/N: This is the first @writer-wednesday I have posted and I am so proud of myself. That’s growth baby. I only have three more days of this school year left and then I am ready for a Summer of new adventures and writing! Look @clydesducktape I actually finished something!
Pairing: Din Djarin x F! Reader & Paz Vizsla x Original Female Character
Warnings: 18 + for language.
Summary: The United States military has an elite force of soldiers, code name The Mandalorians. To better prepare them for mission stealth and becoming better fighters, they are training for six weeks with a dance company to learn a routine and perform for their superiors. But when the music flows and tensions run high, who will be the last one standing?
It had all begun as a simple request.
“The United States military has requested our help,” Madam told us, her cane tapping on the ground rhythmically with every step. “Their elite squad of soldiers, code name Mandalorians, are coming to train with us for six weeks. Each of you will be paired with one man, and by the end of the six weeks, they will need to learn a routine which will be put on for all their superiors.”
“But Madam,” your best friend Ellie raised her hand hesitantly, “why would they want them to dance? Doesn’t that seem like a waste of their talent?”
“Because my girl,” Madam stepped before you, looking down at you over the bridge of her glasses, “they may be able to kill a man, but they lack the grace and poise. It was suggested that training with a company such as ours would give them the skill they need to become a more deadly force.”
“And if they can’t do it?” Genevive asks from the other side of the room.
Madam stands to her full height, an imposing five foot three inches, “failure is not an option; now I suggest you go home and get some sleep; we start tomorrow.”
Ahhhh! I love this idea I think it’s so interesting and gah, wearing the helmet to dance? Why do I like that so much!? I can’t wait to see what happens in week two!
Pairing: Modern!Pero Tovar x F!Reader
Series rating: M
Chapter rating: M
Word count: 4,005
Notes: Chapter two! These two are still very much in the enemies stage of their relationship but there are developments made in this chapter. Thank you to everyone who’s shown their enthusiasm for this fic, especially @lowlights and to @ezrasbirdie for reading it over. I’m no longer putting “outside” links (AO3/taglist form) in my fics but they can be found in my bio and on my masterlist. I hope you all enjoy this chapter!
Comments/reblogs appreciated.
Chapter warnings: Swearing, enemies to lovers, medication mention, injury mention, tension, sex mention
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Oh my god he actually said sorry!? Lol I love it. This was so good! I’m totally invested lol
Pairing: Modern!Pero Tovar x F!Reader
Series rating: M
Chapter rating: M
Summary: When your niece asks if you’ll join her in the annual summer medieval faire, you say yes. You do not expect it to be run by grumpy, surly Pero Tovar or that your faire characters will be in love with each other.
Word count: 3,689
Notes: I’m very excited for this one. It’s my first time writing modern Pero Tovar and it’s a true enemies to lovers situation. This fic is inspired by the book Well Met by Jen Deluca which is one of the best romcoms I’ve ever read. Special thanks to @ezrasbirdie for reading this over and to @lowlights for being so excited/supportive of this fic.
Comments/reblogs appreciated
Chapter warnings: Injury mention, hospital mention, reference to car accidents, swearing, enemies to lovers, child/spousal abandonment.
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I love Well Met and I love Pero so I am so excited for this!
The gif of Pedro twirling the gun has me thinking thots.
Joel is good with his hands. Very good. His fingers are disciplined; he can run his fingertips across your body, brush them deftly across your skin, making you writhe beneath him. He loves hearing you beg for more...please, Joel. They're also long and thick, capable of reaching all the right places with ease. When he finally slips them inside you...it's nearly enough to make you explode.
Make of this what you will 😅
Soooooo…. I got a little carried away 😅😅
Enjoy! (550 words, Fem!reader, smut 18+ only!)
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“Please Joel…”
“What is it, baby?” Joel purred as his fingers teased along your inner thigh, “Tell me what you need.”
Pedro Pascal and Bella Ramsey on the set of The Last of Us
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A/N: If you’ve been on my blog for awhile you might remember the Frankie Gif story series I did. Well I took all those little blurbs, put them in order and filled in the blanks and this little series was born. Part two should be out by the end of the week. Thank you for the love and support.
Pairing: Frankie Morales x F! Reader
Warnings: 18 + for language, canon-typical violence, mentions of blood, death, kissing, and feels. Overprotective and feral Frankie for the win.
Word Count: 5.8K (Hence two parts :O)
“Hey! Look who the cat dragged in!” Pope turns and gives you a wide smile pulling you in for a hug.
Frankie turns, “What am I? Chopped liver?!” You giggle, and he holds you close in a hug. You take a moment to cling to the cedar and musk that clings to him.
“I’ll go get the drinks; you want a beer?”, you smile and nod, watching him walk away, the way his jeans hug him in all the right places.
“So you’re still in love with Fish?” Your eyes widen as you look back at Pope, who has a self-satisfied smirk. “Why don’t you just tell him?”
You sigh, not even bothering to deny the truth, “Because he doesn’t want me. We’re just friends,” you turn away from him and over to your seats in the front.
“Do you believe that?”
You sit, glaring at him as he sits beside you, “Why are you here? You’ve been gone for three years, Pope, and then you send this vague text about a job. What’s the plan here?”
“I need a team…and a pilot.”
“No,” you snap your head towards him, “do not drag him into this.”
“I need him; he’s the best pilot. Plus, if he goes, you’ll go.”
You scoff, “How do you know that?”
“Because you love him, and I know you’ll follow him anywhere.”
“Fuck you, Pope.” You stare him down, distracted when Frankie comes back with drinks, Tom materializing at your side. The tension between you and Pope is thick enough to cut with a knife. Frankie looks between the two of you, handing you your beer, Pope standing to greet Tom, and Frankie quickly takes the vacant seat beside you.
“You okay?” he asks, taking a sip of his beer, “things seem a little tense.” You go to open your mouth when Santi cuts you off.
“What do you say about this job, Fish? Are you in?”
Your glare turns darker as Frankie sighs, “I’m in, just for the recon, though; I got to get home to my little girl, even if her mama wants nothing to do with me.”
Pope looks at you, “what about you?”
“I’m coming; someone has to make sure you all don’t get yourself killed.” You hate how right he is; you’d follow Frankie anywhere.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again! Feral, Possessive, intense Frankie is absolute perfection. This whole thing flows just so well.
Pero Tovar and Female Reader (nicknamed Bee) Modern AU
While you and Abby are at the mercy of your enemy, Pero is struggling between using his deadly dark side to find you, without losing the goodness that you've awoken in him. (This part is mostly from Pero's pov.)
Creator chooses not to use Warnings! This is 18+ONLY! I’m happy to elaborate on what to expect from this part via DM.
Word Count: 5197 Masterlist (this story) Author’s Masterlist
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The black bag over your head was impossible to see through, so when you first woke up, you panicked, thinking you’d gone blind. But it only took you seconds to realize that there was fabric in front of your mouth, being pushed in and out with each breath, so you slowly settled down, focusing instead on trying to hear what was happening around you.
The first thing you heard was someone that seemed to be right in front of you, but it couldn’t be the creep, because the breaths you heard were wheezing and shallow and much too weak.
“Abby?”
I think the best part of this chapter was the deductions and really seeing how Pero figured out where Bee is, because it totally made sense instead of being like oh he found her. My least favorite thing was the cliff hanger because my heart can’t take this!
PEDRO PASCAL Star Wars Vanity Fair Cover Shoot - The Rebellion Will Be Televised
Pairing: Frankie Morales x gn!reader in a Triple Frontier meets Star Wars fic so the rest of the boys are wookies. Oh yeah, Max Rebo is in this too.
Warnings: a silly crack fic, the whole thing is about Frankie needing to get laid but there are no explicit descriptions of said laying, spotchka (so drinking mentions), a bar fight
Summary: Frankie's love life has dried up and his bounty hunter crew of wookies offer to be his (terrible) wingmen for the night.
Wordcount: 1.8k
A/N: This dumb but fun idea is born out of conversations with a few people about the wookie guard from tbobf episode 2 actually being Santi from Triple Frontier in wookie form. And thus - Wookie Wingmen! I've been stressing myself out with writing recently and wanted to do something fun! I haven't tried too hard with this - the main goal was to make me laugh and hopefully you too :) The wookiespeak is in italics.
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The cantina is alive with the sound of jizz.
Frankie can see the way that the pretty twi’lek girl is eyeing up Max Rebo and it’s not looking good for him. He’s a muse – he’s a fucking jizz god – and Frankie could never compete with him. The twi’lek he’d tried hitting on is absent-mindedly stroking her lekku, her light blue fingertips lingering at the point and as the pair’s eyes meet when the beat drops, Frankie knows his shot has missed. He rolls his eyes and downs his spochtka, spinning away to find his booth in the corner again for the third time this night, already cringing at how its rowdy occupants are going to pry into every little tactic he’d attempted.
Spectacular show lol. I love it
A/N: I just wanted to write a fic getting railed by the Miller brothers. This is the longest one shot I've ever written by far. I wanted to tell this mostly from Benny's POV but it is written in second person and changes a bit between Benny and reader.
Thanks to @leannawithacapitala and @spanishmossmagnolia for looking at this for me and also the discord crew for being so supportive and helping me out with this! Y'all are the best!
Also, while writing this, it reminded me of this masterpiece "Captain on the Team" by @writefightandflightclub. It is my ABSOLUTELY favorite way I've seen Will written as a dom ever yet. It's a long fic, but I promise you it is completely worth it.
Word Count: ~5.8k
Pairing: Dommy!Will "Ironhead" Miller x Alpha Sub! F!reader x Subby!Benny Miller (NO incest)
Plot: Benny's secret gets revealed and puts him in a position he could never even dream of.
WARNINGS: D/s dynamics, dubcon-ish?, light exhibitionism, voyeurism, both unprotected and protected P in V sex, oral sex (both F and M receiving), face fucking, threesome, poly vibes, light choking, face slapping, masturbation, titty slapping, nipple twisting, praising, spitting in mouth, hair pulling, degradation/humiliation (name calling), aftercare
You and Will took advantage that you got a night to yourselves. Benny is working late so he won’t be home most of the night. The Miller brothers share a cozy two-bedroom apartment that their humble incomes can afford. They spend so much time together, they might as well live together. However, sexy times can be challenging when one lives with a roommate, especially if it’s their sibling.
This was beautiful, honestly beautiful
Pero Tovar and Female Reader (nicknamed Bee) Modern AU
You expected the day after the fire to be rough, but not like this.
Creator chooses not to use Warnings! This is 18+ONLY! I’m happy to elaborate on what to expect from this part via DM, but I will say that this one gets... creepy.
Word Count: 5748 Masterlist (this story) Author’s Masterlist
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“Pero?”
You couldn’t feel him behind you anymore, and when you rolled onto your back to see if he’d just moved, you found Groot laying there, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out to grin at you when you saw him.
“Ah… let me guess: Dad roped Pero in to do some work at the crack of dawn, and left you here to keep an eye on me?”
The dog just kept grinning at you.
“Mhm, thought so.”
Oh my god! I’m so scared! I’m trying to figure out who it could be, but I don’t know! And the call, that was so scary! This is becoming one of my fav stories!
