Humor, Smut and a Dash of Agnst

Series, ongoing

Summary: He comes to you every Friday, in a shady motel on the outskirts of town. 

Week after week, under the crushing weight of his body, you learn to find yourself. Week after week, under the reverence of your touch, he allows himself to heal. Why can’t this last forever, when you’re so good to each other?

Set a few months after the TF events. 

Pairing: Frankie Morales x OFC fem!Reader Written in reader format but Reader is an OFC. There are sparse but still present physical descriptions, she has a thorough background, and a name.

Rating: Explicit 🔞

TW: THERE WILL BE NO TRIGGER WARNINGS ON INDIVIDUAL CHAPTERS. So please tread carefully because there will be (blood) (kidding, just mine) mentions of: PTSD, death, infidelity, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, light bondage, rough sex, size kink taken to the next level, lots of bodily fluids (come spit and sweat, sweat come and spit, the usual suspects), questionable (very bad) decisions, unprotected sex like woa, intense darker Frankie, where’s my feminism at, this man, this man, this man. You know the drill.

A/N: alright orange besties, here we go again, I once more locked up Frankie in a bedroom with a girl... More or less an alternate exploration of my favourite tropes: love at first sight, soulmates, forever love, pleasure and pain, hard sex/sweet love, flourishing through a lover's care and attention, Frankie being a B I G boy... Are you in? 🥺 Also, I’ve never set a foot in Florida, bear with me, I'm trying my best. This is going to be a little rougher kind of Frankie, but still our Pilot™️. I hope you enjoy the flight 🧡 

A very special and heartfelt orange THANK YOU to my love @deadmantis for the moodboards & inspos that went straight into the header for this series 🧡 Deadmantis, I love you in every colour.

Welp, my feminism has left for all Pedro Boys. Frankie is no exception. 🥳

Travelling across Europe with Frankie. Making love in every city you visit. Wandering art galleries, archeological sites, museums, standing together, in awe, in content silence, in front of masterpieces that have seen legions pass before your time. Feeling unique between his arms, because he chose you, because he singled you out.

Blooming under his touch. Thriving through his love. No more fears, no more doubts. Healing together. Under his lips, between his arms.

🧡Happy ❤️‍🔥Frankie❤️‍🔥 Friday🧡, my darling orange besties 🧡

A lovely Frankie drabble. 🥰🧡🍊

Waking up to Frankie’s face buried between your hips, to the heat of his mouth cupping your cunt, grey streaked stubble grazing the silken skin of your inner thigh, tongue flicking, swirling, dipping, your fingers thread through his lush curls, you buck into the heat of him. He holds your hand when you come.

Ahhh 😌 you know that sounds glorious ❤️