#gifts for frankie

[newttxt]

lulaw bodyswap (or, the exquisite humiliation of trafalgar law) for @strawhattery's birthday!

bonus: the original toilet humor gag that ended up on the chopping block

[cannibal-kittyy]

FIGHTER!!!!

art I made for my buddy because we are literally them :3

(Lyric art from Jack Stauber’s “fighter” !)

[xzcopycat]

Happy Birthday, @stygianheart !

Love you (≧◡≦) ♡

[glitchy-grump]

Life in paradise!

[joelalorian]

my skin in your teeth

a sequel to neighborhood watch | neighbor/boyfriend!frankie morales x f!reader | wc: 1035 | 18+ mdni | masterlist

Summary: Seems like everyone in the house wants to sink their teeth into Frankie in one way or another.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected p in v, established relationship, cussing, teasing, fluff, a happy ending for everyone. No use of y/n. Not much, if any, description of reader. idk, i might have missed something. Intended as a sequel to Neighborhood Watch but could be read separately without missing context.

A/N: My belated birthday gift to the ever fantastic and lovely @baronessvonglitter for her Fucktober challenge. Prompts included Frankie and the song Lose Control by Teddy Swims. It's just a short lil' thing, but I had a lot of fun and I hope you enjoy it my love!

“Yeouch!”

You peeked around the doorway to your bedroom to find Frankie rubbing his backside as he glared at Joshua. “What happened?”

“He,” Frankie pointed accusingly at Joshua, who sat perfectly still with his tongue lolling out of his mouth and tail wagging, “chomped on my ass cheek!”

You couldn’t hold back a guffaw, eyes nearly watering with mirth at the scandalized expression on your boyfriend’s handsome face. “Yeah, he does that.”

“Why are you laughing? You should be yelling at him right now!”

“You think I should yell at him for trying to communicate? That’s ridiculous. He can’t speak and he’s just following his instincts. He’s a herding dog and you clearly weren’t going where he wanted you to.” Bending down to scritch Joshua’s ears, you added, “Isn’t that right, buddy? You were just doing what you’re supposed to. Don’t listen to this big baby. You’re such a good boy.”

Frankie shook his head, knowing he lost this particular battle. You watched him walk out of the room; eyes glued to the way his jeans hugged his ass. Licking your lips, you followed him into the kitchen. “You know, I can’t blame him, really. I’d like to sink my teeth into that ass as well.”

For a moment, Frankie’s brain malfunctioned, and he blinked owlishly at you before his handsome face split into a jaw breaking grin. “Is that so?”

In one smooth motion, he sidled up behind you, large hands pulling you back against his broad chest. Pouty lips pressed urgent kisses along your neck, drawing soft giggles and moans from deep in your chest. With a nip to the delicate skin, Frankie whispered, “I could just sink my teeth into your skin as well, baby.”

Lips moving from your neck along your jaw and over your chin, Frankie sought your mouth. Soft kisses quickly became heated at your tongues tangled and Frankie slowly slid his hand down your belly and beneath the hem of your shorts. Thick fingers slipped through your folds, gathering the wetness to pluck and strum at your clit until you became putty in his arms.

The click of Joshua’s nails against the floors as he scampered away barely audible above your keening, Frankie pulled his mouth from yours. “You have me tied up in knots, you know that? I can’t get enough of you. Your mouth, your tits, this tight fucking pussy. Fuck.”

Frankie’s words washed over your skin in soft puffs of breath, causing goosebumps to pepper your neck and arms. This man could bring you to orgasm with just his words alone, you swore. The fullness of first one, then two of his thick fingers slipping inside you was just icing on the cake.

“Need you,” the plea tumbled from your lips. “Please.”

Using his free hand, Frankie pushed the shorts down your hips and thighs until they fell to the floor at your feet. That same hand worked his own shorts until they slipped down his thick thighs before adjusting his hold on you, wrapping his arm around your upper waist to grasp your left tit and tweak a nipple under your shirt.

A mournful moan left your lips when Frankie removed his fingers from you, only to be replaced with the broad tip of his cock. “Yessss,” you hissed when he worked his hips, his cock slipping further inside you with incredible slowness, driving you fucking wild.

Frankie’s hips thrust against your backside when he finally bottomed out. Already, your legs felt like Jell-o and Frankie supported your weight with his strong grip as he worked his cock inside you.

“Fuck, baby. You’re squeezing me so tight. Imma bout to lose control.”

“Do it. Lose control, Frankie, and fuck me dumb.”

Giving into your request, deep grunts echoed deliciously in your ears as Frankie fucked into you. How you both remained standing was beyond your understanding, but he remained steady through the powerful thrusts. Still, momentum carried you both forward in shuffled steps toward the counter where you braced your upper body.

Pleasure coiled in your gut, sending your blood boiling as your body gave in to the sensation of being fucked so good by Frankie. Unable to utter any words of sense, you babbled and keened and mewled into the cool air of your kitchen as your orgasm washed over you in deep, earth-shattering shudders.

“That’s it, baby. I love feeling you come all over my cock. You’re fuckin’ dripping all over me,” Frankie talked you through it as you gushed around him. The fluttering of your walls gripping him so tight sent him right over the edge as well. “Oh, fuck, fuck. That’s it. That’s fuckin’ it.”

Your bodies pitched forward as Frankie came, hard, inside you. Your arms gave out at the same time his broad thighs lost the ability to support his own weight. The pair of you wound up in a tangled heap on the kitchen floor, half-dressed, breathless with giggles and the aftereffects of mind-blowing orgasms.

Heaving chests gradually steadied until you both sat up, breathing returned to normal. Frankie looked over at you, chocolate eyes wide with wonder and a dumb grin on his handsome face.

“I love you. Did you know that?” His voice equal parts excited and shy, you shook your head.

“I do now.” You kissed him, tongue teasing along his front teeth as he was unable to stop smiling. “I love you, too, Frankie.”

Somehow, you both pulled your shorts back on and righted the rest of your clothing without getting up off the kitchen floor. Sensing that you two were finished with the gross human stuff, Joshua trotted back into the room, tongue lolling happily, and crawled into your laps to join the heap.

“I love you as well, you lil�� ass biter,” Frankie teased the pup, scratching Joshua’s favorite spot behind his pointed ears.

You watched them, the need to have every day be some variation of this very moment washing over you. Biting your lip in thought, you gave in to the overwhelming desire to blurt out the thing on your mind.

“Frankie…” when he looked at you with those smoldering eyes, you continued, “you should move in with us.”

[brokehorrorfan]

MaXXXine's soundtrack is available on vinyl for $40 via A24. Expected to ship in September, it's pressed on Sparkly Red Carpet colored vinyl and housed in a die-cut jacket.

The 2xLP album includes the full score by Tyler Bates (X, Guardians of the Galaxy) plus songs by ZZ Top, Mary Jane Girls, Ratt, Animotion, John Parr, Frankie Goes to Hollywood, New Order, and Kim Carnes.

[candyheartedchy]

Hello there!

I saw your art of Frankie and I just had to draw him for you!!

I hope you enjoy!

HI AND THIS IS SO NICE OF YOU!!!!!!! I WAS SO BUSY TODAY AND SAD THAT I DIDN’T GET TO DRAW ANYTHING ABOUT FRANKIE AND THIS JUST LIFTED MY MOOD!!!

And he looks so CUTE in your artstyle!!!! 🥺💕💕 THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

[fuckyeahpaperco]

January drop is now live!

Brand new sticky notes, greeting cards, stickers and restocked washi tape are now available on my Etsy shop. I am absolutely knackered, this collection has been a real labour of love and we’re starting the year strong.

As you can see, most of this collection was illustrated by me (including the Din sticky note!). I don’t consider myself an artist at all, so it was daunting to muster my confidence to go through with it. I’m holding my breath to see how this drop will fare, but I’m proud of myself for pushing the envelope regardless!

Stock is limited for stickers and greeting cards as I test the waters for inventory levels. So don’t worry if anything sells out, they will be restocked ❤️ I had a printing mishap for the Joel cards, so he’ll be arriving fashionably late, hopefully by end of next week.

For most up to date news on stock levels, follow me on Instagram.

Thank you for your support y’all. I’m so excited for everything to come this year!

🛒 Shop January drop on Etsy 🛒

[qveerthe0ry]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @for-a-longlongtime 🎊🎈🎂

You are the best Tumblr friend anyone could ask for. I’m so grateful for you and your incredibly supportive (enabling) tendencies, your insanely beautiful fic writing brain, and the ear you always lend to me to vent to.

Also for the gif of Oscar Isaac’s Dick and Balls that you sent me earlier today that inspired me to write a little FishPope blurb 😌 This is my gift to you and I hope you enjoy 💕 Love you!!

Smush

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Santiago Garcia Rating: 18+ mdni Warnings: bulge worship, cock worship, cock warming

Sometimes Frankie just gets a little restless. 

He wants to relax. After a long day of work, and whatever project Santi’s got him working on in their garage, and making and/or eating dinner, all he wants to do is relax. 

He grabs a shower, sometimes with Santi, sometimes alone. He’ll change into pajamas— now that it’s summer, pajamas consist of underwear and a baggy old shirt. Then he grabs an ice cold beer and settles on the couch for some mind-numbing television while Santi reads or scrolls on his phone. 

But sometimes not even the most outlandish reality show can’t settle his restless mind.

Usually Santi notices it even before he does himself. A ‘knock it off’ grumbled at him above his reading glasses cues him in on the way he’s bouncing his leg up and down. 

Tonight, he’s grinding his teeth to some unidentifiable rhythm in his head. He only notices because he pinches his cheek between his molars and winces. His jaw aches a bit, he must’ve been at it for a while. 

He glances over to Santi. He’s got a really boring looking book in his hands, nestled in the corner of the couch. 

His thick thighs are spread open, inviting. Almost as inviting as the soft bulge protruding from his tight gray boxer briefs. 

Frankie’s mouth starts to water, alleviating that little nick his teeth caused. 

He shifts slowly at first, inconspicuous, and Santi doesn’t notice. So he moves again, lying out on their couch, so his head rests on Santi’s leg. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Getting comfy.”

“Hmm.”

Santi lifts one hand away from his book to ruffle Frankie’s curls and god, he’s got magic hands, the way one simple touch has his mind going pleasantly empty. 

He’s staring at Santi’s bulge now, shamelessly, since the man’s obstructing his view with his book. 

He knows it’s a mouthful, even completely flaccid. God, he bets it’s so warm and smooth. He shifts a little closer and takes a slow but deep breath and fuck. 

He smells so good. Even freshly showered, there’s always a hint of Santi’s natural musk, something so malty and deep that seeps through the fancy, expensive body wash he likes. 

Frankie wonders if it makes him a freak, that he likes it so much. Not that he really cares.

He wants more of it. He wants the smell and feel and taste of him all at once, to overwhelm him and just shut his brain off. 

So he adjusts up onto an elbow, and cranes his neck a bit, and smushes his face right at the apex of Santi’s thighs. 

“The fuck, Fish?”

Frankie inhales a big breath and hums it out before responding. 

“‘M restless.” 

His voice is muffled by Santi’s bulge, twitching now as the hot air from Frankie’s breath engulfs it. 

“Shit, yeah?”

“Mmmhm.”

Frankie hears a book page turn, and then Santi’s hand is back on his head once more. His nails scrape his scalp before his fingers really tangle and twist. 

“Wanna keep it warm for me, papi?” 

Frankie’s prick pulses where it’s trapped between his stomach and the couch. He nods, which only grinds his face against Santi’s package. 

It feels good, the softness of his underwear gently scraping the soft skin of his nose and cheeks. There’s and impossible heat radiating off of him, and Frankie seeks more of it, nuzzling around, rearranging his dick and balls as his face rubs against them. 

Santi hums and tilts his hips, nearly crushing Frankie’s nose as he seeks more friction, but even that sting is good, great. 

“Take it out.”

The nonchalant, commanding tone makes Frankie shiver. He whimpers a little, gives Santi’s package one more good smush before the fingers in his hair tug in warning. 

Frankie gets his fingers around the waistband, and Santi lifts his hips to help. Frankie licks his lips at the sight of his balls resting over the elastic, all warm and loose. 

He nudges Santi’s half-hard cock out of the way to nose at the base and lick the pronounced seam of his sac, to take a deep breath and inhale his intoxicating scent that’s even stronger now. He groans and grinds his own cock into the cushion under him for the smallest amount of relief. 

“Put it in your mouth, Fish.”

And he can’t protest, not with the way he has to swallow all the drool that’s pooled just from rubbing his face all over him. 

He tastes familiar. It settles him more than he’ll ever admit to anyone. The stretch of his jaw, the weight of Santi’s cock on his tongue, the tickle in the back of his throat. The novelty has never worn off, it just eggs him on. 

He starts to bob his head. Santi’s grip on his hair tightens. 

“Stop. Just keep it there.”

And even though he’s still a bossy prick, Santi’s murmur is softer and sweeter and less domineering than normal. 

Even so, Frankie obeys. 

He settles his head back down on his thick, fuzzy thigh and rests there. 

He suckles, still. More reflex than anything else. His tongue lies heavy on Santi’s frenulum as he swallows now and then.

The noisy static in his brain fizzles out as Santi’s dick fully inflates. His jaw stretches slowly in a welcome ache, and the scent of him is so heady and overwhelming as he shuts his eyes, and Santi’s hand in his hair pets and smooths and everything is quiet. 

Santi can’t wait until the next time Frankie’s restless.

[eilinelsghost]

Happiest of birthdays to the one and only @that-angry-noldo!! I'm so glad this weird little website has given me the chance to have you as a friend. I hope you have the loveliest day!

I have attempted an Eärwen in honor of the occasion. I hope she brings you some joy today!

(Apologies that she seems to be floating. I am awful at backgrounds ����)

[smallmeanie]

usually i’m a short nail queen but i’m wearing press ons for a party tonight and i feel SO cunty

[cannibal-kittyy]

woah henry hotline art gift for my buddy because hes literally him

i really liked how this one turned out! Hope y’all enjoy :D

edit: HOLY HECK IM SO GLAD Y’ALL LIKE IT- THIS HAS BEEN BLOWING MY NOTIFICATIONS UP /vvpos

[rox-art]

🦇 freaky AND fabulous! ⚡️

[shallowoak]

Chopper Gasp! Feeling good is the best gift ever!

Robin Studied at the Golden Oak Library!

Franky Launches new airships and balloons!

Brook Puts on a dazzling show!

Jinbei Believes in unity beyond crystals!

>> East Blue crew here! <<

[candyheartedchy]

@alola03 THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! YOUR ART-STYLE IS ALWAYS SO CUTE AND SWEET 😭💕💕💕

FRANKIE JUMPSCARE?!!!! 💗💕💗💕 HE’S SO ADORABLE!!!! AAAAAAAAA

[michellemouse]

Frankie (Fanny's brother) and Mr.Preston (Mortimer's brother)

Frankie by @rockhousejai