#Short hair Frankie mi amor

[yourfavouritefighter]

a doodle of the girls

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Bonding

Summary: You and Javi just brought your daughter Lucy home from the hospital. While the two of you couldn't be more in love and excited at the addition of your newest family member, it doesn't mean that you both aren't feeling some of the nerves of being first time parents.

Word Count: 2.4K (She's reasonable, your honor)

Pairing: Dad!Javier Peña x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n, reader's nickname is Osita)

Warnings: This is honestly just pure, sweet, sickening, fluff, mentions of body insecurity postpartum, worry/anxiety about being a first time parent, Javi snuggling a newborn baby skin on skin (it needs a warning fr), Javi being the cutest dad ever to exist, Javi is in full on dad mode, ladies and gents (gn) 🫡

A/N: This was inspired after reading @kteague adorable post about Frankie carrying his daughter in a baby sling, and I couldn't help but picture sweet Javi as a first time dad cuddling with his baby girl 😭🥺 and to @endlessthxxghts for being a bad influence 💀Y ou know for a fact that Lucy's got Javi wrapped around her finger from the moment she's born, and picturing the adorable bond these two have makes me want to melt into a puddle 🫠 also I have a raging case of baby fever, but let's pretend that wasn't entirely the motive to write this or that I'm not projecting at all WHOOPS

Part of the Forever and Always Series!!

From the moment you had found out you were pregnant, you had no doubt that Javi was going to be nothing short of the best dad you could have ever hoped for. Before your daughter was even born, Javi had completely flipped the switch into full Dad Mode, spending the past 9 months coming with you to every single doctor’s appointment, baby proofing every square inch of your home, and checking out (and re-checking out) every parenting book he could get his hands on at the library. 

So it was safe to say, that once you brought Lucy home from the hospital to start your life together as a family of 3, if Javi hadn’t already been full force into Dad Mode, he sure as hell was now, and was going to do anything and everything he could to make sure that the two most important girls in his life were showered with every ounce of love and affection he had. 

It was also safe to say that even though he wouldn’t admit it, Javi was also an absolute nervous wreck at the reality that he was now actually a dad to a tiny newborn daughter that had been brought into the world. 

“You think that her diaper is snug enough? Should I get a bottle ready just in case she gets hungry? Different pajamas to sleep in before we put her down?” Javi asked, carefully cradling Lucy against his chest as you passed her off to him, planting a soft kiss on her head, gently bouncing her up and down. 

“Javi,” You laughed leaning in to give your sleepy daughter a kiss on the messy tufts of hair ruffled on her head before looking back up at your husband, “I’m going to take a shower, not leaving for war. I’ll be quick, so that way if she needs me then I’ll-” 

“Hermosa,” he paused, raising an eyebrow at you as he smiled, “take as long as you need, okay? I’m just asking to make sure so I don’t have to bother you. Take an hour, hell, take 3 hours for all I care, you deserve it, Momma. I can’t imagine how exhausted you are. Me and Lucy Goosey will be just fine, won’t we, mi amor (my love)?” 

The two of you smiled as Lucy quietly cooed, your grin spreading even wider watching Javi’s face light up with joy as he looked down at his daughter, your heart practically bursting at the seams with how in love he was with her. But even through the pure bliss in Javi’s eyes, you couldn’t help but sense a nervous twinge in his voice, knowing that in the short day and a half that you’d been home from the hospital, even though you were only a room away, this was the first time that Javi was in charge of Lucy all by himself. And because you knew your husband better than you knew yourself, you knew that despite the fact Javi was probably better prepared for parenting than you were, he was secretly terrified he was going to do something that would hurt his precious baby girl, and the thought of that? That scared the shit out of him. 

“Javi?” You said again, gently rubbing your hand against his arm, forcing his gaze to shift on to you and your tired smile. “Honey, you know you’re an amazing dad right? But, I can guarantee that even though we would do anything and everything for this stinker, we’re gonna mess up at some point. You love her so much, and that’s all that matters, okay? I love you, Jav.” 

You could feel some of the tension begin to ease from Javi’s body, looking back down at Lucy before back to you, taking in a deep breath, and softly nodding his head to himself. 

“I know, it’s just- She’s so perfect. I wanna give her everything. I just, I just wanna be a good dad. I just want her to know that I love her so much.” 

As if you weren’t already an emotional mess, watching the tears well in Javi’s eyes as he gazed down at Lucy, looking at her like she was the only thing the world that existed, had your hormonal heart bursting into a million pieces, now trying to wipe your own wetness streaming down your cheeks. 

“Javi, I don’t think it’s possible for you to love that little girl anymore than you already do.” You sighed, stepping in to press a kiss onto Javi’s lips before another onto Lucy’s head. “Okay, I’m gonna go shower before I become even more of a hot mess than I already am. You sure you’re gonna be okay?” 

“Thanks, Osita. We’ll be just fine. I love you.” 

“I love you too, Jav.” 

“And hey, you’re not a hot mess, just hot.” Javi smirked, making you roll your eyes as you gestured to yourself and the undeniably disheveled state you were in. 

“Javi, I look like I just rolled out of a dumpster. I am literally wearing an adult sized diaper.” 

“And no one’s ever made an adult sized diaper look hotter, Hermosa.” 

You couldn’t help but let out a snort, shaking your head at your husband as you finally turned to head out of the nursery, giving Javi and Lucy one last wave before disappearing out of the door frame and into the bathroom for a much needed shower. 

“Alright, it’s just you and me, pollita (little chicken).” Javi smiled, rocking Lucy against your chest, taking a deep breath of reassuring confidence, feeling more self-assured about his time alone. “Let’s get you into some pajamas, huh?” With another kiss on Lucy’s head, Javi carefully laid her down on her changing table, reaching into one of the drawers to pull out a tiny onesie covered in pink flowers and strawberries. 

He couldn’t help but laugh to himself at how absolutely tiny the pair of pajamas felt in his hands, shaking his head in disbelief at the fact that all of this was real- for so long, Javi had been convinced a family of his own would never be in the cards for him, and for as much as it hurt, he’d come to accept it. But when you had come into his life and given him the second chance that he had so desperately longed for, he still couldn’t quite believe how he had deserved to find himself here with a beautiful family, a wife and daughter he loved more than life itself, and how he couldn’t have been happier to be dressing his newborn baby girl into a pair of tiny pink pajamas. 

Checking Lucy’s diaper and tossing her clothes into the hamper, Javi zipped her up into her pajamas, noticing that she was starting to get squirmy and fussy, he quickly picked her back up, pressed against his chest as he made his way over to the rocking chair in the corner of the nursery. 

Despite the steady movement back and forth and the gentle rocking, Lucy’s cries only started to become louder, Javi trying his best to keep calm despite the fact his heart was racing, thinking he had already done something wrong to upset his daughter in the few short minutes they had been together. 

“Hey, hey, hey, shhhhhhh, it’s okay bebita, it’s okay.” Javi cooed, gently patting Lucy’s back to try and soothe her. “What’s wrong, huh? It’s not your diaper, Momma fed you before she got in the shower, I wonder if it’s-” 

Before Javi could finish the rest of his mental checklist outloud, he was looking down at his shoulder to see the little dribbles of spit-up drooling from Lucy’s mouth onto his shirt, quietly laughing to himself at the mystery that had seemed to solve itself. 

“Alright, well that was easy. Let’s get you cleaned up, messy miss.” 

Standing up to bring Lucy back to the changing table, he laid her down to reach into another drawer to grab one of the many burp cloths that had been stored away to wipe up Lucy’s little face before he was back to the pajama drawer, pulling out another pair to change her into. But as he tossed Lucy’s second outfit in 10 minutes into the laundry, he couldn’t help but notice the giant spit stain drenching his own shoulder. Not wanting to have to lay Lucy back into his damp shirt, he stared down at his daughter in nothing but her diaper, thinking back to the advice from the plethora of parenting books he had consumed and a few days ago after Lucy’s birth, where the nurses had been adamant about making sure both you and Javi spent plenty of skin on skin time with the baby. 

Trying to fight off any self-doubt or need for reassurance, Javi took a deep breath as he stared down at Lucy, still restless and crying on her changing table before stripping his own shirt and tossing it in with the other tiny items of laundry that had quickly accumulated throughout the day. 

“Okay, c’mere mi amorcita (my little love), it’s okay, I’ve got you. Shhhhhh, I’ve got you, baby girl.” Javi cooed, carefully cradling his daughter to his bare chest, feeling the heat of her tiny body pressed against his as he sat back down in the rocking chair, resting her head on his shoulder. “Don’t cry, pollita, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” 

After a few seconds of whispered reassurances and gentle rocks back and forth, Javi let out a quiet sigh of relief as Lucy’s cries began to lessen, slowly fading from wails to muffled tears against Javi’s chest. 

“That’s it, see, it’s okay, baby girl.” Javi softly smiled, pressing a tender kiss into Lucy’s soft hair before reaching over to the small bookshelf next to the rocking chair, pulling a well loved copy of “Goodnight Moon” into his lap, trying his best to maneuver it open to the first page with his one free hand. “You never got to meet your Grandma Lucia, but that’s who you’re named after. A long time ago, this was Daddy’s favorite book to listen to her read. This is his book when he was a little boy, and now I’m so happy it gets to be yours.” Almost as if little Lucy knew, her crying began to calm even more to listen to her dad as he began to read. 

“In the great green room, there was a telephone, and a red balloon and a picture of…” 

As Javi began to read each page, Lucy became quieter and quieter, and by the time they had said goodnight to kittens and mittens, and clocks and socks, Little Lucy was sound asleep on Javi’s chest, her soft snores rumbling on his skin. 

“Goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere. And goodnight my sweet Lucy Goosey. Daddy loves you so much.” Javi cooed, gently rubbing his thumb in circles along Lucy’s back as he tilted his head against the back of the rocking chair, the back and forth and weight of his sleeping daughter on his chest slowly just enough to the weight of his eyelids droop to a close right along side Lucy’s. 

After a long, hot, and much needed shower, you had changed into some new pajamas, throwing your still damp hair into a towel as you headed down the hallway towards the nursery, surprised and slightly concerned by the lack of noise coming from the room. 

“Hey baby, I’m all done with the shower if you want me too- Oh my god.” Before you could even make it all the way through the door, you were stopped in your tracks, covering your mouth with your hand to try and cope with the cuteness overload that was in front of you. 

There, in the corner of the room sat Javi and Lucy in the rocking chair, the pair sound asleep and snoring as Lucy lay against his bare chest, “Goodnight Moon”  half open and slipping out of Javi’s lap from what you assumed had to have been the book he was reading to her before they clonked out. 

Your footsteps down the hallway must have been enough to wake Javi to the point that his eyes began to blink open, scrunching his face in a half awake yawn as he recognized your frame in the doorway, quickly shaking his head to bring himself back to full consciousness, immediately looking down at his chest to make sure Lucy was still there before looking back at you and the lovestruck grin spread between your cheeks. 

“You two having a good nap?” You giggled quietly, making your way over to stand next to the rocking chair, gently running your hand through the dark curls of Javi’s messy, sleep ridden hair, kissing his forehead, admiring your tiny daughter perched on your husband’s chest. 

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, hermosa. I didn’t even realize I fell asleep.” Javi whispered, steadying his grip around Lucy as he sat up straighter. 

“Javi, don’t apologize, baby. I’m glad that you were able to get her to sleep for you. Did you read her “Goodnight Moon”? Glad to know it still works like a charm. I think she must already have it memorized at this point.” You smiled, picking the book up off of Javi’s lap, turning through the well worn pages, knowing how excited Javi had been to finally read it to her as he held her, despite all of the times he had read it to your belly while you were pregnant when it was the only ways to bring you some relief from the constant kicking in your last trimester. 

“Yeah we did, didn’t we, sleepy girl? Although I didn’t realize that “Goodnight Dad” was the last page of the book I must have been missing all this time.” Javi laughed, readjusting Lucy as she let out a tiny yawn, stretching her little body against Javi’s. 

“Well, if every time you read “Goodnight Moon” to this little cutie, you end up shirtless with Lucy asleep on your chest, I don’t think that I’ll have anything to ever complain about again, except for the fact I’m gonna die of cuteness. God, you two are so adorable. You have a good time with your Daddy, baby girl? I hope you know that you’ve got him wrapped around your little tiny finger, Little Miss. He loves you so much.” 

“God, you’ve got that right. Have you ever seen anything so perfect? She’s perfect, Osita. I love her more than anything. I love our family so much. Thank you.” Javi whispered, trying to fight back the tears welling in his eyes. 

“Thank me for what, Javi?” 

“For giving me everything I’ve ever wanted.” 

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[berryispunk]

Mouth(y) confessions

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f! reader

summary: You fight with your boyfriend and he apologizes in the best way he knows how. notes: A short drabble. Spontaneous idea, as always. Highly inspired by the talk with my dear @millersocean <3. The new BTS Frankie pics also made me feel some things, so here you go.

warnings: oral (f receiving), filth, smut, some dirty talk, established relationship, pwp, no mentions of y/n, no physical description of reader, Frankie the king strikes again, nicknames, if you squint Frankie is a cute boy in this

Jodidamente precioso = fucking beautiful

word count: 1k

“You’re so freakin’ cute when you’re mad,” is the last sentence you are able to hear before Frankie’s dark curls dip down between your thighs. Gentle but with the right amount of firmness his large, slightly calloused hands separate your legs.

“So wet already, mi amor,” he purrs as his perfect nose presses against the already dampened fabric of your panties, inhaling you as his warm, dark brown eyes look up between your legs and the heat starts to pool even more. Fuck.

You shouldn’t do this. You should talk this through with him, finding a solution like two proper adults but instead you find yourself being spread open on the couch with your boyfriend kneeling on the floor in front of you. It’s always like this with Frankie. Every time the two of you fight you’re ending up fucking and afterwards you always forget why you were mad about in the first place.

You’ve privately called it the “Frankie effect”.

Sometimes you even consider if he does that on purpose. Fighting with you just because it makes the makeup afterwards so much more rewarding. Maybe he’s some kind of masochist, you think. But who are you to deny him what he’s best at? Why let words spill when a mouth, in his case, is so much more powerful eating you out.

His gaze is still on you as he starts to take off your underwear slowly, almost torturously slow while your eyes are still locked. He pulls it down your legs, burying his face in the fabric for a moment, his eyes closed and when he opens them back up they are so much darker, almost predatory before putting them into the back pocket of his jeans.

He grabs your hips, scooting you to the edge of the couch and for a moment it feels like falling, but you don’t because his grip on your thighs is steady and you put your heels on his shoulder blades for support. He kisses the inside of your thighs, sloppy open-mouthed kisses that leave nothing but fire in their wake, slightly sucking and teasing, causing you to squirm under him. His stubble scratches you along with the kisses, in a good way.

“So impatient,” he grins against your thighs. He enjoys this more than he should. Never before have you met a guy that finds this much satisfaction in his partner’s pleasure. But you’re more than willing to give in, give him all of you. That’s the thing with Frankie. He has this ability to always make you feel incredibly at ease even when you’re spread wide open for him, with your pussy already leaking and fully exposed to his hungry gaze.

His tongue trails out, licking all the way up to your wet center. His breath is hot against your skin, making it prickle in anticipation as he finally stops right over your leaking cunt and gives it a quick kiss before his fingers glide over your slick folds. His index and middle fingers ease into you and wet noise fills the room.

“Damn baby,” he aspirates in appreciation. You feel the sound between your thighs. “Look at you soaking for me… Jodidamente precioso.”

In any other circumstance your cheeks would burn in embarrassment but not with him. Not when he manages to make even dirty talk sound hot with your cunt squeezing his fingers which start to move inside you. Slowly and steady as he lowers his mouth onto you as well and it causes you to moan loudly, your hands finding his messy hair and pulling on it, your hips bucking to meet his welcoming mouth.

His tongue focuses solely on your clit, circling around it, sucking at it and it’s almost too much to bear while his fingers glide in and out of you causing you to moan intensely. His movements match your own perfectly, the way you basically fuck yourself on his fingers. You squeeze his head with your thighs, a bit too firm probably but Frankie doesn’t even flinch; instead his free hand finds your thigh and his nails dig into it.

“Frankie… please,” you whimper, needy and desperate. The knot in your lower body is about to snap any second. He knows it has to because he doubles his effort, his tongue drawing faster circles around your little bundle of nerves as his fingers flex inside of you. You know you’re done for.

You dig your heels into his back and feel like floating as you seek your orgasm, your thighs closing involuntarily only stopped by his head still between your thighs. He hums deeply against your clenching and leaking hole. You can’t form any words, the only thing leaving your lips is his name as your release washes over you like a tidal wave.

Frankie gently caresses the outsides of your thighs, kissing your inner thighs as his thumbs draw circles on your skin and he looks up to you. His lips shining with your juices, his eyes still dark but also so full of affection it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy. He comes up completely, hovering over you, his strong arms on either side of your head as he leans down to capture your lips in a gentle but passionate kiss making you taste yourself on his lips. Even if the kiss is rather gentle it leaves no doubt he’s not done with you yet and you smile at that insight.

“I hope this was a good apology,” he says, his forehead resting on yours.

“Well,” you start while undoing the zipper of his jeans, your hand gliding into his boxers. His hard length is twitching beneath your hand, already leaking some precum, making Frankie snap his head back and he hisses between gritted teeth. You love that sound so much that your grin widens. “It’s a start… But I know you can do better than that,” you purr and Frankie looks at you again, studying your face before he grins back

“Let me show you how sorry I really am then, mi amor.”

[wildbornsiren]

Kinktober Day 7: Public || Frankie “Catfish” Morales/F!Reader

Public Summary: Welcome home drinks with Frankie.  1326 words Female/AFAB reader in an established relationship Warnings: vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, public sex. Notes: For #kinktober2022. Reminder that these will not have part twos, or continuations. Please follow @wbslibrary​ since tag lists are gone. (I appreciate ya’ll so much but it was stressing me out, and I was worried I’d miss someone). Thanks to @hederasgarden​ for the once over. Comments and sharing let me know you love me, likes are appreciated. Thank you so very much for reading. It’s so appreciated and means the most.

The bartender places a rum and coke in front of you with a smile. She moves down the bar helping other patrons. You take a sip of the drink, enjoying the chatter and classic rock music melding together. A gentle brush of a hand against the small of your back, a man settling on the bar stool next to you.

"Mi amor," he murmurs kissing your cheek. The scrape of his scruff makes you shiver, his body warm and familiar against yours.

"Hi baby." You rest your head against his shoulder breathing deep his scent. Tobacco, beer, sweat, under it all something that was so distinctly Frankie.

The bartender leaves a shot of tequila and a beer in front of him with a wink. "You weren't waiting too long, were you?" His arm drops to circle your waist, fingers brushing under the hem of your shirt.

You shake your head, his touch sending little shocks of electricity through your body. “You’re worth the wait.” “Now you’re stealing my words, as well as my heart, preciosa?”  He guides you off your stool and into his lap. “Someone has to sweet talk you occasionally.” His next kiss lands on your mouth, his hand cupping your cheek, deepening the kiss slowly. Frankie groans softly when you respond. His hand leaves your side, resting on your thigh, his thumb rubbing small circles against heated skin. It leaves you breathless, leaning closer to him. “I missed you.” He murmurs softly, another soft kiss to your jaw. “I’m glad you came home to me.” You tap your glass against his shot when he raises it to you. There are jobs he doesn’t talk about—times that he’s gone for weeks, with radio silence and pillows that smelled like him your only company. You’ve met his friends, his brothers, who he served with, slowly being accepted into the fiercely protective family. You also knew that when he left with them, that they would protect each other no matter what, and it was something you had to accept if you were to remain in his life. “Wild horses preciosa, wild horses.” His touch creeps higher, his hand sliding between your legs. “These shorts make your legs look incredible.” His hips move just enough for you to feel that he’s already hard. “Frankie…” Your hand tangles in his hair, tugging him in for another kiss. Teasingly you rock your hips back, feeling his groan rumble in his chest. “Do you want to go home?” “No.” Both arms circle your waist, pulling you flush against him. His lips brush the shell of your ear as he describes in exquisite detail exactly how much he missed you. “Car?” “Too far.” Frankie’s kisses sear along the curve of your neck, his scruff tickling you. “Bathroom?” Your eyes flicker toward the hallway. “Now you’re getting it,” he chuckles. “But only if you’re absolutely certain.” Frankie’s hands rest lightly, and he stops the nuzzling and stolen kisses, allowing you to think clearly for the first time since he walked in. You nod, and when his hands return to your hips to grip them lightly you say it out loud. “You first,” he murmurs quietly. Carefully you slide off his lap, covering your drink with a napkin, though you know it’ll be replaced once you return to your place at the bar. You make your way through the crowded space, ducking into the hallway that had neon signs advertising beer as the only illumination. You enter the bathroom, lingering in front of the sinks, studying your reflection in the mirror.  Eyes bright, mouth a little swollen from Frankie’s kisses, but what strikes you is how happy you look. The door opens and closes, and you can hear the click of the lock. Frankie appears in the mirror behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder. You turn in his arms, pulling yourself up to sit on the counter. Gently lifting his ball cap from his unruly curls, you place it on your own head, pulling the brim with a grin. His eyes are hungry as he watches you lift your shirt up, twisting out of it and beckoning him closer with a finger. He parts your knees with his hands, the touch sliding up your thighs, along your stomach, his head lowering to mouth at the swell of your breasts. He’s unhurried in his touch despite being in a dingy bathroom. Nimble fingers undo the button of your shorts, tugging the zipper down, a warm, heavy palm pressing against your panty covered core. “You feel so good sweetheart,” he coos, fingers pushing past the lace to tease along your slit. Your fingers slide into his hair, tugging him up to kiss him needily. He smiles against your mouth, a finger easing into you slowly, giving you a chance to adjust before he adds another—his are thicker and longer than your own and when he curls them just right, you’re nearly levitating off the counter. “She missed me too, so greedy taking me in like this.” He nips at your lower lip, tugging before releasing it. “I think you can take three.” His voice is low and rich, brushing over your skin, setting your nerves alight. Whimpering, you tug on his hair when he bends, pressing a kiss to your thigh. There’s another stretch and absolute fullness when he works a third finger into your aching cunt. The sound of the slow, rhythmic thrusts and how wet he gets you is lewd. “Frankie please…” You can see how hard he is, his cock straining in his jeans, a small damp patch on the well-worn fabric. ¿Estás lista? The question is barely past his lips when you’re reaching for the button of his jeans. He chuckles when you get them undone the sound folding into a low groan. You stroke him through his boxers, loving the way he jerks against your hand, pushing himself into it. “Please, I need…” “I’ve got you,” he says. He licks your slick from his fingers, using his free hand to pull himself free from his boxers. “Closer to the edge, I’ve got you.” You scoot on the counter, lifting your hips to drop your shorts and panties enough to give him complete access to you. His hands grip your hips, your weight supported easily. The kiss that lands on your mouth is once more, sweet and gentle, his tongue sweeping past your lips. His cock thrusts into you, bottoming out, his hips pressed against yours. You grip his shoulders, fingers clutching at the faded t-shirt he wore, legs wrapping around his waist, trying to pull him as close as you physically can. You’ve missed this, missed him, the way his muscles flex and roll, the soft panting against your neck. The way his eyes are half lidded, giving in to the pleasure, but still unable to take his gaze from you. The sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, tobacco and tequila on his breath, his words a careless blend of English and Spanish. You’re not sure of everything he says, but the way he touches and fucks you lets you know how exactly much he missed you. How much he cares. He groans, hips snapping when you tighten around him. “That’s my girl, mi querida.” His voice breaks, pace erratic. You smooth damp curls from his forehead, resting yours against his. He’s overwhelming you, consuming you, stealing your oxygen, literally and figuratively, and when he moans your name, you’re pushed over that edge of spiraling pleasure. His name a whispered prayer, your hand gripping the back of his neck as you cum. He’s not far behind you, his lower lip caught between his teeth to hold back his debauched sounds as he reaches his orgasm. You’re still for a few minutes, just content to be, with him so close to you. His eyes are soft, gentle as they search your face for any sign of discomfort. “Welcome home Frankie.”  

[mandoleksiak]

callin’ baton rouge

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summary: based off callin’ baton rouge – garth brooks ; the guys have a little break during their mission in colombia and frankie gets the opportunity to call via satellite phone to talk to you and your daughter.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: fem!reader, a lil bit angst, lil bit suggestive, a whole lotta wholesome, food mention, established relationship, frankie and reader have a baby girl (isabela, isa for short, nickname cielito bc that’s the most precious nickname ever), probably wrong spanish usage, timeline probably doesn’t make sense either…

a/n: huge, ginormous thanks to @sithcal and @queridopascal for being my hype squad on this–probably would've never posted it without their support :')

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“Come on, Isabela,” you plead with your two-year-old—who decided, in an act of defiance, two bites of pasta were enough.

“Nuh-uh!” Isa pushes the plate daringly close to the edge of her highchair table.

Feeling tears of frustration prick at the edge of your eyes, you move her plate to the dining table in defeat and continue grazing from yours.

Almost immediately, Isa wails loudly and reaches for your plate. This child is unbelievable.

“Cielito, you just said you didn’t want anymore,” you respond with an exasperated sigh.

“I want yours,” Isa exclaims, her chubby hands gesturing towards your forkful of pasta–the same pasta that resided on her cat-shaped plate. Extremely unbelievable.

You did not have the energy to argue with your little one, especially since her headstrong attitude–a quality you’re positive came from her father–was ever-present today. So, you compromised: she gets a bite; you get a bite. That’s how it had to be on days where her disobedience all but superseded your patience.

Thankfully, dinner proceeds without any more problems, and you’re soon getting Isabela bathed and ready for bed.

You’re gingerly pulling her arms through her little sleep shirt when your phone sounds off at an incoming call.

“Hello?” you speak into the receiver, phone pressed to your ear with your shoulder as you help Isa into her bottoms.

After a few seconds, the voice you know all too well–the voice you’ve desperately been missing for the past few days–comes through.

“Mi amor,” Frankie lets out a breath. “Boy, am I happy to hear your voice.”

“Frankie,” you feel your heart swell.

“Daddy?” Isa’s head perks up at the mention of her father’s name.

You smooth her hair down and give a curt nod, lifting her into your arms and notching her on your hip. Isa’s head rests on your shoulder as she’s carried to her room.

“Baby, you called just in time. I’m putting our cielito to bed.”

“Ah, perfecto! Let me tell her good night?” Frankie asks softly; the adoration for his baby girl practically oozed from your phone.

“Of course,” you say before holding your phone to Isa’s ear.

“¡Papi!” her gap-toothed smile was enough to light up her room beyond her night light.

She listens intently to the other end before answering Frankie’s question. “Yes, daddy. I am being good for mamá.”

You take the time to tuck Isa in as she excitedly tells her dad about what she did all day–about the pictures she drew and the new friend she made at the playground. You were certain Frankie held onto every word she said even though you couldn’t hear his responses.

It was clear that Isa missed her father–you missed him, too. The day he told you about Santiago needing help in Colombia, you practically begged him not to go.

And, you would never ever question Frankie’s love for his ‘angelitas.’ Still, you somberly accepted the fact that the special relationship that formed between Frankie and his brothers in arms was eternal–he would, and did, drop everything to help them out.

“Okay, daddy, I’m tired now. I give you to mommy, okay?” You couldn’t help but lovingly roll your eyes at how blunt Isa could be.

She lets out a tender yawn, haphazardly pushing her curly hair out of her face, “Buenas noches. ¡Te amo papi!”

She holds the phone out to you as she rolls onto her side. You take the phone and kiss her temple.

“Dulces sueños, cielito,” you murmur softly as you flick on her lullaby machine.

You leave her door cracked as you pad into the living room and flop down.

Exhaustion seeps in as you finally get a break from running after a toddler all day, but you’d be damned if you gave up the chance to talk to your husband.

“Hi, my love. How’re things going?” you sigh into the phone.

It’s silent for a moment before Frankie lets out an exhausted breath, “We did what we came to do… just waiting for our ride outta this hellhole.”

A short laugh leaves your mouth, “We can’t wait to have you back... I can’t wait to have you back.”

“Yeah?” you couldn’t see him, but you just knew he was grinning. Of course, his mind went there.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve had a millisecond of ‘mommy time’ since you’ve left. As soon as you get back, you’re going on babysitting duty while I take a nice, long bath.”

“Isa can’t be that bad-”

“Francisco, she was eating off my plate at dinner!” you cut him off with a laugh. “She also somehow had enough time to draw on our hallway wall and she threw sand at a kid at the playground–this all happened today.”

A hearty chortle comes from the other end of the phone, “Cielito did say she drew pictures and made a new friend.”

Groaning softly, you reluctantly agree with your husband as the conversation naturally tapers off into a comfortable silence–basking in the presence of one another.

“Mi alma, I know it’s been tough, but you’re so strong–the best mamá ever. Fuck, you’re the greatest and most understanding wife ever.” The words come so genuinely that tears form in the corner of your eyes.

“It will all be worth it in the end, and when I get back, you can have all the ‘mommy time’ you need–swear it.”

“Promise?” you let out a wet laugh, sniffling softly.

“Well, yeah, as long as there’s also some ‘Frankie time,’ too,” you hear his smirk again.

“We’ll have to see about that Francisco,” you cooed. “You have to make it back here in one piece.”

“If you and Isa are who I have waiting for me, I’ll do everything I can to get back home.”

“Christ, Frankie, stop saying things like that–you’re making me miss you even more,” you press your fingers into the corner of your eye in an attempt to keep the new onslaught of tears at bay.

He hums softly in response as a voice in the background comes through, “I have to go, mi amor. Just a couple more days and I’ll be home.”

“Just a couple more days,” you repeat. “Frankie, I love you so much. Tell the guys if anything happens to you, they’ll have to face me. And, I mean it.”

Your husband chuckles in amusement, “I’ll pass the message along. Tienes todo mi corazón.”

“See you soon,” you respond instinctively–a habit formed out of a reluctance to say goodbye, especially with Frankie being in such dangerous places.

“See you soon, mi alma,” Frankie reciprocates your farewell before the line goes dead.

[waywardimpalawriter]

Ain’t no sunshine when he’s gone (Frankie “Catfish” Morales x F!Reader)

Ain’t no sunshine when he’s gone

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x F!Reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: angst, hurt, comfort, 

Word count: 1,795 (It wasn’t suppose to be this long, seems I can never write anything shorter than a 1,000 words.)

Summary: Lone phone booth, broken hearts and empty words, promises he tries to keep. Wanting to make his way back with the sunshine.

Notes: Let me start by saying I’m sorry but I’m not really. You may need tissues. Written for the very lovely @autumnleaves1991-blog​ for Writer Wednesday. I figured since last weeks was fluffy I’d break out a little angst for this week. Set before and right after the events in Triple Frontier. Inspired by the amazing Bill Withers song “Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone.”

“You’re promised no more trips, you’d stay home help raise Luciana, be here,” last words whispered more to yourself than to the man standing opposite. Knowing what you signed up for being the girlfriend of a military man. It’s different now though he’s out, no more deployments to places all God knew about. Going weeks, mostly months without seeing him. Warm body held tightly in your arms when he came home, soothing the nightmares that followed.  

Dropping his head, chin resting on his chest not wanting to look into those hurt eyes. For anyone else he’d say no but these fella’s are family, you know this having taken them all in like brothers. Frankie understood your anger more directed at the fact he’s leaving you alone when he’s promised that would never happen again. “I’m sorry mi amor,” raising his head to stare at you. Crystalline tears catch light from the near by lamp glinting mockingly. Knowing sorry isn’t enough empty words and promises laying bare between the both of you.

“How…” arms wrapping around you plush middle. Fending off the worry and holding yourself together even for a few moments. “How long?”

Taking a step towards you, “Three days max. Pope says it’s just a quick recon and intel job. You won’t even miss me.” Corny joke tasting bitter on his tongue that licks across dry lips. Unsure if you’d accept him right now but wanting to hold you so badly. “It’ll be quick and easy sweetheart, then I’ll be back with my girls.”

“Three days?” Seeing him nod you swallow harshly staying still for a moment longer. Till you couldn’t stop yourself from running into his arms, wrapping them so tightly around his body the air is knocked from his lungs. Vise grips of flesh and bone holding on securely, wishing the trip would already be over. “You come back to me you hear Fransisco Morales or so help me I’ll search all over this God forsaken planet till I find you myself.” Words muttered and clogged with tears streaming down cold cheeks. “You have a daughter to raise…”

“And a woman to love,” peeling himself back from your embrace. His own arms resting on your thick waist, large hands splayed out over your back taking in your warmth and love. “I promise mi amor I’ll be back in no time.”

It’s on the tip of your tongue to ask him to stay. Plead your case, demand he make good on those promises spoken with the last deployment. Yet, you know this is different and that’s what scares you the most truly. You’d loose so much with this one trip. They won’t have backing by the government in case… pushing those thoughts away you press yourself deeper into Frankie’s body. Stealing his calm, trying to soak it into your veins and sooth your nerves. Knowing the only way to truly do that is by having him stay and you’d never be selfish to ask.

“You know there’s no sunshine when you’re gone,” pressing your lips to the little patch of missing hair in his scruffy beard. “Come back to me Frankie I can’t do this without you.”

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone

It's not warm when she's away

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone

And she's always gone too long

Anytime she's goes away

A week and two days he’s been gone. Nerves shot to hell you asked Will’s girlfriend Abby to watch Luciana for a couple of hours. Knowing the other woman needed a distraction from the worry just as much. You scooping up the keys, placing a quick kiss to your daughter’s forehead, a nod to Abby and you’re out the door. Heading to that little spot you and Frankie like to camp. Drawing a smidgeon of peace from the place that’s much loved between you.

Trying to keep those pesky, traitorous thoughts from invading your mind. Imagines long forgotten with the Delta force days behind you, resurface every night Frankie’s gone. Picturing the worst every time your eyes close. Fists clinching at your sides long sorrow filled scream winds itself from deep within your chest. Thankful no living humans are around to hear the agony scare any woodland creatures far away. Screaming till your throat is raw and parched. Dropping to your knees not caring about the dirt and buries that’ll show up later. In the back of your mind the little voice chastising you for having so little faith in Frankie.

It couldn’t be helped thought, you missed your sunshine. Wanted his presence more than your next breath. To see that ratting Standard Heating oil cap cover his curls, left dimple making an appearance when he smiles at you. Wrapping your arms around his body drinking in the scent of piney woods, touched with motor oil and a spice that’s all Frankie. Afraid of what state he’ll be in that is if he returns. Face pressed into shaky hands hiding from the world as tears coat the palms in salty moisture while rocking your body. Trying to push those thoughts out of your mind to form happier, sun filled ones. Not realizing the rain started to fall from heavy laden clouds, promising a soaker of a storm. Till ramblings of thunder make you gasp and look up. Fitting stormy grey skies meet your sorrowful eyes. Raindrops hitting your upturned face, dropping   into your eyes making them blink closed. Heart aching for the man you love and wishing for Aladdin’s magic lamp to grant you just one precious wish that’s all you needed.

Shivering from your soaked clothes, gusty winds howling through the pines returning your grief. Slowly you manage to drag yourself up and back to Frankie’s truck. Sitting watching the rain slash against the aged windshield. Creating different rivers and puddles of water, sunlight catching a perfect drop when the clouds part and shine into the cab and over your face. Warming the cool skin as a sob leaves your throat praying this burst of light is a good omen.

Wonder this time where she's gone

Wonder if she's gone to stay

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone

And this house just ain't no home

Anytime she goes away

You stare at the cell phone laying on the seat beside you. Hoping it’ll ring with a number you don’t recognize. Pleading for some kind of answer anything to stop the worry. When no answer me dance lights the piece of tech you slam an open palm against the steer wheel unable to keep the tears from sliding down your face. Unaware of how long you’ve sat there eyes closed rain pouring down around you.

Bill Withers smooth tenor making you jump and clutch at your chest. Eyes flying open to stare out into the utter darkness surrounding you not recognizing the ringtone for half a second. Fear and dread incasing your wildly thumping heart as you reach out for the cell phone. Not recognizing the number, you shakily press and slide your finger. Putting the phone to your ear breath lodged in your throat. Dry and deep from screaming, “Frankie?”

Shattering at the sound of your sweet scratching voice, Frankie sags against the phone booth. Warm glass meeting sweat soaked button up covered back trying to hold in the sob. “It’s me mi corazón,” finally answering short whimper on the end of the endearment. Making him bite the inside of his cheek to stop any other sounds from escaping. Dragging in the humid night air to fill his lungs and steady his heart. The heat is oppressive hanging heavy around the small glass and metal enclosure as his large hand grips the weathered plastic receiver.

“What happened mi sol?” Fear gripping tightly around your heart at hearing the sorrow in his voice. Aching to hold him and chase away the darkness you know will follow.

Pressing a hand to the glass cursing the fact this call wouldn’t be long enough to explain himself. “When I get home I’ll tell you everything sweetheart. I’m on an old pay hone right now so there’s not much time. I just…” swallowing harshly, eyes closing over those sadden brown eyes. “I needed to hear your voice.”

“I’m here baby,” wiping at the tears of relief and sitting up straighter in the bench truck seat. It didn’t matter what happened just knowing he’s alive and coming home to you it all that’s important. They could sort out the rest in time. “When are you coming home Frankie? Luciana misses her daddy.”

Watery chuckle leaves his lips, head resting on the dirty glass behind him, “I’ve missed her to hermosa,” taking another breath to steady himself. “I love you so fucking much.”

Heart clinching tightly at his words the desperation in the tone destroying you. Responding without thought, “I love you to Frankie,” gulping in a breath whimpers bitten off to keep from him knowing how torn up you are. Clap of thunder followed the streaks of lighting illuminating the night sky making you jump and gasp.

“Where are you sweetheart?” Having heard the thunder a little too loudly for you to be at home.

For the first time in your relationship you think of lying to him so he didn’t worry. But you remember the promise made and wouldn’t break it. “Our place,” comes the short answer hearing silence on the other end and you think he’s run out of time.

Finally finding his voice pushing through the pain in his heart. “I’m sorry mi corazón we… I never should’ve…”

“Shh Frankie it’s okay I came here to be closer to you. Wishing for you to call and you did,” soft chuckle leaving your mouth accompanying a small sob. “My sunshine broke through to let me know you were okay and coming home before you called.”

Pulling his cap off to rest on top the worn metal of the cradle and run a shaky hand through his curls. “I think you have that backwards, you’re my sunshine sweetheart and I can’t wait till I see you shine for me.” Electronic voice reminding him of the seconds he has left, precious and too few for his liking. “I’ve got to go mi corazón. I’ll be home soon I promise, I love you.”

“I love…” words cut off making Frankie curse and slam the receiver back into the cradle wanting to kick the old piece of junk. But knowing it wouldn’t get him anywhere but a busted foot most likely. He settles for slapping a palm against the glass before snatching up his cap and leaving the claustrophobic inducing box without a backwards glance. Setting his sights on the airport a short power walk away, towards home and into the arms of his girls.

[aficwhore]

Truth Is (Chapter 2) TEASER

Frankie “Catfish” Morales x F!reader

Warnings: explicit language, smut, 18+!!!!

His cool hand trailed up my thigh, dragging my sleepshirt with it. His fingers leave goosebumps in their wake. The material bunching on my hip, revealing the shorts I had on. I felt breathless from his touch as his index finger dipped into the waistband, lightly tugging on it. “Please tell me you need this as much as I do cariño.” He pauses with his nose nudging the side of my jaw, waiting for a response.

“Yes, pl-please, just touch me Frankie.” I stuttered, feeling my heart beat harder for him. In an instant, he drug the shorts down my legs, following them, and kissing the skin they surpassed. Once they were off and tossed away, he began his journey back up, but stopping at my stomach. I gasped as he kissed and licked at the hem of my panties, tasting the fabric and soft tummy underneath.

Through his eyelashes, he looked up and met my admiring gaze. My skin burned with desire, as if his touch was the only cure.

With little effort he wrapped one of his hands around my calf, pulling it up, and placing it over his shoulder, causing me to push my weight against the wall behind me. A small smirk finds its way to his face as he moves the one thing separating us, to the side. Feeling vulnerable and exposed, I carded my hand through his hair, silently begging him to touch me. 

“Paciencia mi amor.” his breath ghosted over my wet core, making me whimper with need. And at that moment he dipped down, placing a sloppy kiss where I wanted him most.

[comrade-kenobi]

Un Poco Loco- Frankie Morales x Reader (Daycare!AU)

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My coworker has played the Coco soundtrack every say this week, and this is the result of that

No warnings just fluff. Frankie catches you and his daughter in an adorable moment and he decides to join in.

Un Poco Loco

Frankie had worked up the nerve to ask you to watch Ellie one Saturday while he picked up an extra shift. Much to his relief you said yes; and it wasn’t just because he was harboring the world's most major crush on you. But because he didn’t trust many other people with Ellie. She was a clingy baby, and the only person she’d ever allow him to hand her off to without making a fuss was you.  

You showed up 20 minutes before he asked you to, in a way too big for you flannel, and leggings that fit you in all the right places. Frankie willed himself not to stare, the last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable, especially in his house. He wanted you to feel at home here; and he told you as much before he left. It took every ounce of will he had to pry himself away from you and Ellie, who was nestled happily in your arms playing with the buttons on your shirt like he wasn’t even there. 

He’d spent the whole day at work dying to get home. 6 o’ clock couldn’t come fast enough. Traffic was light on the way home and Frankie was thankful. He could hear familiar music playing from inside the house when he got to the front door.

The music was too loud for you to hear when he opened the door. He found you jumping around his living room, Ellie held tightly in your arms, belting out the lyrics to a song from Coco as loud as you could muster. 

Frankie felt his heart flutter in his chest as he watched, Ellie was smiling bigger than he’d ever seen, giggling her little head off. The smile that painted your face was just as beautiful, and the way your eyes sparkled with joy warmed him to his very soul. 

The soundtrack quickly switched over to Un Poco Loco, and Ellie let out an excited squeal. It was her favorite song, he sang it to her often. Sometimes it was the only thing he could do to stop her crying. 

You’d grabbed Ellie’s hand and began dancing with her as you sang. 

“What color is the sky? Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor. You tell me that it's red, ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor.” Your voice wasn’t perfect, and your attempt at an accent made him chuckle, but Frankie swore he’d never heard a more heavenly sound than your singing and his daughter's laughter. 

“Where should I put my shoes? Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor.” You continued, still completely unaware of Frankie’s presence. When you sang the next lyric you ruffled Ellie’s hair. “You say, "Put them on your head!" Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor.”

Frankie finally let out the laugh he’d been holding and you looked up to meet his eyes. He thought it might throw you off your game, but it didn’t sway you in the least. If anything knowing he was there seemed to make you perform harder. Frankie thought, perhaps foolishly, that now you were trying to make him laugh. 

“You make me un poco loco, un poquititito loco. The way you keep me guessing, I'm nodding and I'm yes-ing. I'll count it as a blessing that I'm only un poco loco.” You trotted your way towards him and his breath stilled when you grabbed his hand to lead him into the house. He couldn’t help the smile on his face, or the fire he felt in his heart when you didn’t let go. 

“The loco that you make me, it is just un poco crazy. The sense that you're not making.” He sang happily as he spun you around, making you laugh. What he wouldn’t give to hear that sound every day. 

“The liberties you're taking.”  You joined in, leaning your head against his shoulder as Ellie reached for him. 

“Leaves my cabeza shaking. You're just un poco loco.” Frankie leaned his head against yours as you sang together. Taking Ellie into his arms as she clapped her chubby little hands together. Her soft brown curls tickling at his nose when she rested her forehead against his. 

You and Frankie wrapped your arms around each other as you finished singing the song. Trapping Ellie, who seemed to be in her glory, between her two favorite people as you clumsily danced around. 

When the song ended both you and Frankie were laughing and panting. It took a moment before either of you realized you were still holding on to each other. Both of your faces reddened when you noticed your position. You backed away reluctantly and rubbed the back of your neck, trying in vain to will away the embarrassment. 

“I didn’t know you could sing?” Frankie joked awkwardly, breaking the short silence between you. 

“I wouldn’t call that singing.” You replied with a laugh that was like music to Frankie’s ears. 

“I liked it” he admitted, feeling his face redden again. He looked at the floor, trying to hide his face and retain some kind of dignity. 

“Thanks” you replied with a shy chuckle and bit your lip. 

“Thank you” he said back, his eyes meeting yours once more. “For watching Ellie.” 

“Of course” you responded quickly, “I love her. Honestly she’s my favorite kid. I’m more than happy to help you out.” 

The room got quiet again as Frankie tried to think of excuses to get you to stay, even just a little longer. As if by miracle that’s when Frankie heard your stomach growl. 

“You want to stay for dinner?” He asked, unable to hide the hopeful glint in his eye. “I can order us a pizza.” 

“I’d love to!” You responded a little more quickly than you intended to and Frankie’s heart jumped with excitement.

Frankie handed Ellie off to you and excused himself to order the pizza. He took a second to himself just to take in the previous moment, commit it to memory. Being so close to you made his head spin. He had to admit, you made him un poco loco and he’d give almost anything to have this with you everyday.

Tags: @mrpascals​

[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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[castiel-barnes]

The Wedding.

Frankie 'Catfish' Morales. Drawing AU. Part 4.

Pairing: Frankie 'catfish' Morales x Reader

Summary: After a few months they finally get married.

Wordcount: 1.4k

Warnings: mentions of like an anxiety attack. Don't @ me I'm not great with this stuff.

Tags: @scribbledghost @phoenixhalliwell

A/n: I know it has been months since I last updated this series. But I've been struggling for inspiration with this one.

It had been a few months since Frankie had proposed. The two of you had never been more happier. All of the boys had been a huge helping hand with everything in the wedding planning. You and Frankie had decided that you wouldn't have too many at your wedding.

"Carl said that we could use his barn he uses for parties, for the wedding." You said to Frankie when the two of you were sat at the table planning.

Carl was your next door neighbour who was as sweet as pie, he'd help Frankie fix a few things that need a pair of extra hands and complimented your art work. In the years of living in your current house, Carl had become a good friend of yours.

"That's good, I really like that barn anyways." Frankie replied smiling up at you from his laptop.

The two of you discussed everything, you had even discussed who would be walking you down the aisle. None of your family would be coming, so you came up with someone who knew you just as well. Santiago. You were close to all the boys, like big brothers to you. But with Santi, it was like he was your favourite brother.

"Okay mi amor, who do you want to walk you down the aisle?" Frankie asked, you sat there for a moment and thought.

"Um... Santiago. I'm going to ask Santi to walk me down the aisle." You replied smiling a bit.

"Okay." Frankie said smiling back at you. After agreeing on who would walk you down the aisle, you texted Santi.

'Hey Santi, can you come round quickly? I need to ask you something in person.'

You texted,

'Of course I can doodle, I'll be round in a bit.'

Santi replied within a few minutes. About 20 minutes later Santi showed up at the door. Walking through the through the door, he smiled at the two of you.

"Hey doodles, hey Fish how have you been?" Santi asked,

"Not too bad, Y/N has a serious question for you Pope." Frankie responded. Your anxiety picked up ever so slightly, but you had your boys next to you so you knew you'd be alright.

"Santi, would you do me the honour of walking me down the aisle at our wedding?" You asked smiling slightly,

"Really?!" He replied suprised. You smiled fully and nodded.

"Of course I will! I would be honoured too." Santi said smiling and hugging the two of you.

You both trusted Santi with your lives, being big brother to the two of you. All of the boys were your brothers, and each of them had their nicknames for you. Frankie had all the basic relationship nicknames for you like: mi amor, babe, honey and your favourite, Future Mrs Morales. Santiago names for you were: care bear, doodles and peaches. And then the boys shared the other nicknames: short cake is a main one, star and kiddo. All of the boys cared deeply for you, since you were part of the group.

Santi stayed for a little while longer before he headed back home.

"I love you Mr Morales." You stated quietly as you watched the sun go down from the crook of Frankies arm.

"I love you too Future Mrs Morales." Frankie replied kissing your temple and letting it linger.

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Timeskip: Wedding Day.

Since asking Santiago to walk you down the aisle, you and Frankie had planned everything of your small wedding. Your next door neighbour helped the boys to set up his barn for your wedding.

About an hour out from the actual ceremony, you started to otherthink and panic. Causing your anxiety to heighten. One of your bridesmaids called Santiago to come help you calm down.

"Hey doodles, are you okay?" Santi asked kneeling infront of you. You shook your head.

"Okay Y/N, look at me and breath." He continued. You tried to calm down, but nothing was working.

"Do you want me to get Frankie?" He asked, and again you shook your head,

"B-bad luck to see bride." You stuttered.

"I know honey, but we've gotta calm you down." He replied, eyes begging you.

"Okay." Yoh stated quietly. Santi kissed the top of your head, then ran off. After a few minutes, he returned back.

"Okay doodles, here's the plan. Frankie is here but he is around the corner. He won't see you, but you can still talk." Santiago explained. You nodded and followed him to a corner where a chair was set up.

"Hey cariño." You heard Frankie say from around the corner,

"F-frankie." You replied searching for his hand and finally finding it.

"What's wrong baby?" He asked,

"S-scared of it." You stuttered out closing your eyes.

"Scared of what sweetheart? You need to tell me okay?" Frankie replied stroking his thumb over your knuckles,

"The amount of people, in the barn." You finally stated. Frankie sighed and squeezed your hand finally realising that your fear of crowds won't be helpful.

"Okay honey, it's alright. Santi and I will be right there with you. You know that don't you?" Frankie said reassuring you,

"Yeah." You responded quietly finally calming a bit.

"Okay, when you walk down the aisle Santi will be right next to you. Just focus on me and no one else." Frankie explained. The two of you talked for a little bit more until it was time for the ceremony.

"I'll be waiting for you alright honey?" Frankie said quietly,

"Yeah baby, I'll be there." You replied smiling finally, your anxiety now less than it was. You left to go back to your room and Santiago came with you. Your makeup was a little messed up, but the bridesmaids helped resolve that problem fairly quickly.

Santiago offered you his arm, as the two of you walked across to the barn.

"You ready?" He asked smiling at you,

"Yeah, i-i think I am. Thank you Santi." You replied giving him a little smile.

"Its alright, you look beautiful by the way." He stated making you blush a little. You heard the music start playing, and Santi squeezed your arm to reassure you. The doors opened and all you focused on was Frankie at the end of the aisle. His jaw dropped and his eyes glazed over a little. You noticed that he had shaven but left his mustache and combed his hair. You smiled at him and blushed a little.

"Hi baby." He whispered,

"Hi handsome." You replied smiling. The ceremony was nice and small. The two of you tearing up when you said "I do." Even the boys started tearing up at some point.

The wedding reception had the boys, some of your friends and some of Frankies family. Your dance was soft and slow, you felt like you were on top of the world right now.

"You look so beautiful Mrs Morales." Frankie whispered as your head laid on his chest,

"Thank you Mr Morales, you look just as handsome." You replied smiling. Your dress was beautiful, a sweetheart neckline and it hugged your body. Your hair was done up in a soft bun and you had a small flower crown with a small flower crown. When the first dance finished Frankie gave you a soft kiss and smiled at you.

Now though it was for the father daughter dance. But yours weren't here, and you could feel the sadness hit you slightly. However, just as you were about to sit down Santiago held your hand gently and led you to the dance floor.

"You'd think I'd leave you hanging doodles?" He asked smiling as the two of you danced,

"No." You replied smiling as you giggled when he pulled some ridiculous dance moves. The two of you danced for a bit and laughed, then one of the brothers tapped on Santi shoulder.

"May I have this dance?" Benny asked,

"Yes you may Ben." Santi smiled kissing your cheek. You started to dance with Benny and in the end you had danced with all of the boys.

The rest of evening went smoothly and it was a nice summers evening. You and Frankie stood outside, looking up at the stars.

"Thank you for today Frankie." You said quietly still looking up,

"It's alright baby, you know that." Frankie replied pulling you in for a deep kiss. You kissed back passionately and giggled. The two of you stayed there for a little longer and then went back in for the end of the reception.

[musings-of-a-rose]

Christmas Writing Prompt 2021

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x reader (established relationship)

Word Count: 451

Warnings: kisses, domestic Santi

Prompt: Presents // “I’ll be Home For Christmas”

Notes: This prompt will be connected as sequel to day 29!

I’ve never done a writing challenge before, being so new to writing in general, so I thought this would be fun! Thanks to @marvelousmermaid for sharing the list with me and @toomanystoriessolittletime for creating the list!

I used a random name picker with character names I put in, otherwise I know I would write every single one for Frankie.

My personal challenge for this is to write for people other than Frankie AND to keep it short!

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Steph’s Christmas Writing Challenge December 2021 Masterlist

If you had told Santiago Garcia 5 years ago where he would be in 5 years, he would’ve laughed in your face.

It’s Christmas morning and he’s sitting on the couch, cup of coffee in hand, watching kids tear through wrapping paper like it’s nothing. The boy, 3, has his nose and his twin sister has his hair, curly and dark. They talk animatedly to each other, holding up the gifts as they open them quickly before dropping them to get to the next one. Santi laughs as you sit next to him on the couch, your own mug of coffee in hand.

“At this age, it’s mostly about the wrapping paper,” you say, blowing into your mug.

Santi pulls you to his side, wrapping his arm around you and kissing the side of your head.

“Either way, I love watching them.”

You look up at him and smile. He leans down to kiss you, slipping in some tongue and you get lost for a moment. Santi pulls up and puts his forehead against yours, eyes closed for a moment.

He can still hardly believe he has kids of his own. But what shocks him most of all is that he created this family with you. He had loved you since he met you in college, young and full of hope for the future. You had become best friends almost instantly, but nothing more. You had both watched the other date (or in Santi’s case a lot of one-night stands), not knowing that you both were in love with the other.

After the events of that trip to Colombia, Santi showed up on your doorstep, eyes red and his body scraped up. You hadn’t seen or spoken to him in years, ever since he left to go “empower the people” of his mother’s homeland. But the second you saw him, you knew you’d never be able to let him go.

Santi is brought back to the present by a slap on the leg from his daughter.

“Papá! I need help!”

“What is it, mi amor?”

She holds up a box that is virtually kid-proof. Santi whips out a knife and cuts open the packaging, presenting the toy back to his daughter who hugs it and says a quick “fanks!” before running back to her brother.

He leans back and looks at you, pouring all of the love and adoration he holds for you in his gaze as you meet it.

“What is it, Santi?”

He smiles at you. “I just can’t believe I get this-” he gestures to the kids “- and I get to do it with you.”

“I love you, Santiago Garcia.”

“I love you, amor de mi vida.”

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Santiago Garcia Taglist:

@rebel-fanfare @corrabell

[musings-of-a-rose]

Christmas Writing Prompt 2021

Pairing: Comandante Veracruz x Wife!reader

Word Count: 380

Warnings: mentions of prison

Prompt: Christmas Cards // “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”

Notes: I’ve never done a writing challenge before, being so new to writing in general, so I thought this would be fun! Thanks to @marvelousmermaid for sharing the list with me and @toomanystoriessolittletime for creating the list!

I used a random name picker with character names I put in, otherwise I know I would write every single one for Frankie.

My personal challenge for this is to write for people other than Frankie AND to keep it short!

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Steph’s Christmas Writing Challenge December 2021 Masterlist

This will be your first Christmas without your husband. Comandante Veracruz was arrested and sitting in a Colombian prison. You had been allowed to see him only a handful of times, and that was only because you knew the people working there.

You wouldn’t be able to give him his present in person, so you sat down to make him a Christmas card. You weren’t the best artist, but he loved your drawings. They always brought a smile to his face and you figured he could use all the smiles he could get.

You draw a simple picture and open the folded cardstock to write inside:

Mi Amor-

I miss you more with each passing day. The way you dance with me, the way your hair looks in the middle of the night when you roll over, still sleeping. I miss the way you walk through the halls at work, commanding those around you with authority. I miss the way you move, always able to sneak around and catch me off guard, poking me in the ribs and catching me before I scream with laughter. I miss the way you run, sweat dripping down your face as your breaths come out in short puffs. I miss your arms around me, wrapping me in a warm embrace. I always feel safe with you and I know that I am loved, just as I hope you know you’re loved.

No matter what, know that I am here waiting for you and I will continue to wait for you until I see you again. You are my life, my love, my everything and I will always choose you.

Feliz Navidad

You sign your name and add a pretty border around the words, holding it out when you’re finished to inspect it. Nodding, you fold it up and put it in your purse to bring to the prison tomorrow. You hope that you were clear enough in your letter, but you know your husband is smart, cunning, and willing to do anything to get back to you. You know he will be ready.

Tonight is the night where you will see your husband again before starting a new chapter of your lives in a new country, with new names. You smile at the thought.

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@beskarprincessjenny @jediknight122

Comandante Veracruz Taglist:

@corrabell