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morallyinept · 7 months

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Okay, this right here is giving me some lazy Sundays with Frankie vibes:

NSFW thots below the cut 🫠

A late Sunday afternoon, after a long lay in with you this morning, where he kissed all over your body, and spent almost an hour with his face buried in between your legs. He can still smell and taste you in his moustache. He hasn't showered today deliberately for this reason, Frankie vibes.

Snuggling with him in his favourite hoodie, that he hasn't washed for at least a few weeks, despite you reminding him where the laundry basket is. But it wafts with a pleasant blend of mint from his gum, that oaky scent of his skin and the mixed spices of his cologne and sweat so you don't mind, Frankie vibes.

Not giving a shit that he can't find his cap and needs a hair cut soon, but he's just going to let those fluffy curls run wild down the nape of his neck and behind his ears, because he loves it when you pull and tug on them, forcing his tongue deeper into your cunt, Frankie vibes.

He's had four cups of coffee to contain the shakes he has now residing, what feels like permanently, in his fingers from the previous coke addiction. He's doing so well, almost ten months sober and he's reapplying for his pilot's licence. He can't wait to fly again, and take you up and show you his world in the sky, Frankie vibes.

Now he's ready to kick back with you in his arms for the rest of the day, bingeing a show together on Netflix, and with holes in his right sock that you giggle at as his pinky toe sticks out of it and he wiggles it, snorting with you, Frankie vibes.

Then, as soon as the first episode is over, and you suggest watching another, he's rolling his broad body onto yours, crushing you into the couch cushions as he slips his hand down inside your panties and fills you up with two thick fingers that make you gush, whilst he tells you in filthy Spanish grunts how much he wants to bend you over the couch and fuck you really hard, Frankie vibes.

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pedge-page · 3 months

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Wearing a nice dress and going out with Frankie to nice dinner, except the "nice dress" doesn't allow for a bra so you go without. And given how exceptionally chilly it is tonight, you have to make use of a unique backup for your breasts to look appropriate in the thin fabric of the gown.

Its not until afterwards when he's pushing you through the door at home, devouring your lips and using his rough hands to strip you, that he sees the little flower petal nipple patches, and Fish goes absolutely feral.

Makes you straddle him while he sits up on the couch and ride him hard, his bicep wrapped obsessively around your middle back, dark gaze hypnotized by your tits bouncing in his face as he tries everything to get your little pebbles to pierce through the flower pads (but they look sooo pretty on you)

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lionlena · 2 months

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Headcanon: How do they cook for you? (Pedro Pascal characters) 🥕🧑‍🍳🍓

🍳 Joel Miller

Joel is not the best cook. Of course, he had to learn how to cook for Sarah, but he always kept things simple.

He is a supporter of one-pot meals. What he cooks for you is really delicious, but simple. There is no culinary madness about it. That's why Joel prefers it when you make dinner.

But it doesn't bother you anyway. Especially since Joel loves making breakfast for you. Whenever he can, he will get up earlier and make you a delicious breakfast: scrambled eggs, pancakes, waffles... Everything you like.

And if he finishes making breakfast and you're still asleep, he'll bring you breakfast in bed. He will kiss your forehead and whisper, "Get up, baby girl. I made you coffee and breakfast."

From time to time, Joel will also take you to your favorite little restaurant. This way neither of you has to cook and you can enjoy your time together.

🍽️ Oberyn Martell

Cooking is the last skill he needs, which is why he can't cook. As a prince, he never had to worry about this. Food was always served to him on silver trays. Even when he was a warrior, he didn't have to worry about it.

Of course, if he and you find yourself in a wild desert, he can easily hunt something and roast it over a fire. He would never let his Queen starve to death.

However, you can't count on Oberyn to stand in the kitchen and prepare something for you.

On the other hand, you don't have to do this either. Just tell the servants what you want and your dish will be brought to you after a few minutes.

Oberyn loves to surprise you and organize picnics for you. By the river, in an oasis in the desert, in the gardens... Once he even organized an evening picnic for you on the roof of the palace.

🌮 Javier Peña

Cooking isn't something he's great at. But he is a specialist in making drinks.

For most of his adult life, Javier learned to eat out or buy home-cooked meals.

However, it's not like Javier can't cook anything. There are a few special dishes that his mom taught him to make. And although Javier may feel insecure about his culinary skills at the beginning of your relationship, the longer you are together, the more willing he will be to prepare these dishes for you.

If you cook, you can always count on Javier to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen. After all, he doesn't want your beautiful nails to get damaged.

You just have to sit on the couch and enjoy the drink he prepares for you.

🥞 Jack Daniels

This may come as a surprise, but Jack is very good at cooking. All because he was a mama's boy when he was a kid. He loved helping his mom in the kitchen and cooking with her.

Now he loves cooking for you and you can't help but admire how Jack transforms in the kitchen.

It's so cute to see him without a stetson and jacket, with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and wearing an apron with the "Kiss the Cook" written on it.

Sometimes you just can't help yourself and hug him from behind and then steal a piece of carrot or sausage. You then hear his scolding voice: "Sugar, don't steal... Remember your manners."

But you know he's actually smiling and it doesn't bother him at all.

But what Jack does even better than dinner is... Cakes and desserts! You've never eaten such delicious muffins, desserts, croissants... Jack always watches with a wide smile as you eat these sweets, knowing full well that you will reward him later...

🍴 Dave York

Dave doesn't cook, he doesn't even try to learn. He thinks you're better suited for it because you're a woman.

Don't get me wrong, Dave is not some fucking misogynist. He will support you in your career and support your passion and women's rights. He doesn't think that women are only good for cooking and bearing children, but... Dave grew up in a traditional home with a traditional division of roles. And he just never felt like cooking.

You don't even know if he's bad at it because he's just never tried it.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't help you with other household chores. Dave doesn't mind cleaning. In fact, he's actually really good at it, because it's part of his job (cleaning up the crime scene). He can also do laundry or iron his shirts without any problems, but... He stays away from the kitchen.

But that doesn't mean you have to cook all the time. If you don't feel like it, no problem. Dave will make sure to take you out to a restaurant or order takeout at least three times a week. You are his princess and he will never let you think otherwise.

Besides, the kitchen is sometimes not meant for cooking (if you know what I mean.)

🍔 Frankie Morales

To say that Frankie is a disaster in the kitchen is an understatement. Frankie tries really hard, but he can burn anything... You never thought that somebody could burn scrambled eggs.

But he is a great helper in the kitchen. Nobody cuts vegetables as quickly and precisely as Frankie. To top it off, he never has a problem doing shopping for groceries. He doesn't even need a list. Just tell him what dish you want to make and he will know what to buy.

Frankie also knows all the best places to eat cheap and delicious food.

But surprisingly. Frankie is excellent at making barbecue. You don't understand how this is possible, but it is. And no one makes burgers as delicious as Frankie.

🍲 Din Djarin

Din hardly cooks. Most often, he makes broth and always adds too few spices. Sometimes he will also roast what he hunt over the fire, but he doesn't care what he eats.

Years spent as a bounty hunter and many planets visited had taught him to eat anything. Literally everything. Sometimes you think Din's stomach is made of beskar too.

Unfortunately for you, Grogu also has some strange food preferences (like father like son). You've seen him eat a frog more than once! But he, like you, thinks that soup with live 'octopus' is not normal!

That's why you forced Din to add a kitchen to your little house on Nevarro.

"Yes, Din, we need a kitchen!"

And you like cooking, especially for Grogu, who always accompanies you in the kitchen, because this little one is always hungry. But Din appreciates your cooking too, and you know it when he sneaks up behind you while you're cooking and gives you a sweet kiss on the cheek.

🥗 Marcus Pike

Marcus loves cooking for you! And he's great at it, he just needs to have time for it. He used to order takeaway food very often, but not because he didn't like cooking, because he didn't have time.

But since you became his wife, he slowed down, wanting to focus more on family life. Cooking is his form of love language.

Sometimes you even have to force him out of the kitchen and tell him that this time you will make dinner. But even then, Marcus will offer to help you with cleaning and washing the dishes.

Marcus loves experimenting in the kitchen. He doesn't always get everything right, but you always praise him because you love seeing his happy smile and his eyes shining with joy.

If you get pregnant, Marcus will fulfill your strangest kitchen whims.

🧇 Javi G

Javi (like Oberyn) never had to learn to cook, he always had cooks or could afford expensive catering. However, Javi is not against cooking, especially if it makes you happy.

Just tell him what kind of dishes you like. Italian? Mexican? Chinese? No problem. Javi will hire a top chef to give him a cooking lesso.

Then he will proudly cook you your favorite dish. He will watch with impatience and nervousness as you take your first bite. When you tell him that something is delicious, Javi will go crazy with joy.

Of course, he won't finish with just one dish. After all this is Javi! Your hyperactive, passionate husband. So you can count on lots of interesting dishes cooked with love.

But of course Javi will also take you to expensive restaurants. Sometimes he just wants to spend more time with you and hold your hand while you wait for someone else to cook for you.

For the first time, I am ready to cheat on my husband Oberyn with my husband Jack or with Marcus… Oberyn, don't look at me like that, if it weren't for the servants, we would eat fried scorpions every day…

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pedrito-friskito · 1 year

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I'm back with another!! Fluff prompt #1 for Frankie, please 😇💜 (sorry I'm on mobile so I can't copy and paste it 😬)

yay fluff!! this was actually the same request as the one I got for Joel from @iamskyereads - but this one took a very different turn!

(prompt was: “Should I stop talking?” “Don’t, your voice is very soothing.”)

this was VERY self-indulgent, and it got a little (a lot) spicy, but I would truly do anything for Frankie Morales so so here we go!

eventual smut under the cut!

requests are open until saturday midnight!

the cold

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Frankie is a suck when he’s sick. Like, man-cold to the nth degree. He’s a baby, in every sense of the word. But you can’t help it, taking care of him every way you can.

Flu season is a bit of a write-off in your house. While you fill your body with antioxidant teas and immune-boosting vitamins, Frankie thinks it’s all bullshit, waving off your offers with a mumbled, “I don’t get sick.”

Except, he does.

It starts fine; it always does. A bit of a cough, clearing his throat repeatedly, rubbing at his nose and making that scrunched-up expression you secretly love (more so when it’s not the first sign of impending sickness…). He asks for soup for dinner, grumbles at you that his throat is sore, takes longer, hotter showers than normal. But he powers through, refuses to call into work cuz, “It’s just a bit of a cold, baby. I’m fine.”

Except, he’s very quickly not fine.

His truck is in the driveway when you get home from work, which is your first clue. Frankie’s almost never home before you, and as you pass his truck on your way to the door, you can see wads of tissues scattered on the bench seat, lozenge wrappers decorating the dashboard. You sigh as you fish your keys out of your pocket, unlocking the door and stepping inside. He whines as soon as he hears your shoes on the tile.

“Baby, I’m sick.”

You have to stifle your giggle, unloading your work bag and purse from your arms, toeing off your shoes and locking the door behind you. “You don’t say, Francisco.”

He’s sprawled out on the couch, wrapped in the flannel blanket that usually lives on the back of the sofa. He doesn’t look well, to start; his skin is pale, his forehead shining with a thin sheen of sweat, his eyes bloodshot. You step to the back of the couch, leaning over and touching the back of your hand to his forehead. He’s warm, too, and holds your hand to his skin with something like a whimper on his lips.

“Your hands are so soft, baby.”

You chuckle, rolling your eyes as you head for the kitchen. “Have you taken anything?” you ask, beelining for the cupboard where you keep the meds, fishing out a package of cold and flu, along with another baggie of lozenges and one of the echinacea teabags you’ve been hoarding since he first started coughing. “Fish?”

“No,” he calls back, clearing his throat, which sends him into a coughing fit. You pop two of the pills out of the blister back, fill a glass of water, returning to the living room and perching on the coffee table as he stops, offering the water.

“Drink,” you command, and he listens, clammy fingers brushing yours as he takes the glass. “And take these, too.”

He makes a face as he takes the pills from you, wincing as he swallows. “I hate being sick.”

You shake your head at the big suck he’s turned into, reaching out to brush his hair from his forehead. “I know, baby.”

The rest of the evening is spent waiting on Frankie, and you go full nurse-mode on him. A box of tissues is left on the coffee table, along with more lozenges, a bottle of water, and a cup of tea with honey. When he starts coughing again, you find a tub of vapour-rub, and order his shirt off, perching on the coffee table again so you can smear the stuff on his chest. It helps some; you can feel his breathing even out a bit beneath your hands, his lungs less rattle-y against his ribs.

He whines when you take your hands off of him, and you settle onto the couch instead, pulling his head into your lap while you find something to watch on Netflix. One hand still rubs at his chest, the vapour-rub long absorbed, but every time you try and stop, he nudges at your arm, makes some unintelligible noise, begging you to continue.

“How was your day?” he asks, his voice a little nasally, sniffing loudly as you hand him a tissue.

You tell him about your day at work, launching into a story about your coworkers. You ramble a bit; usually you two have a big, long chat over dinner, which usually cascades out onto the couch after you’re finished tidying up, so you have lots to say. And you keep rubbing at his chest, his skin hot against your palm, his head rising and falling with your breaths.

You’ve been talking for nearly twenty minutes, and you realize he hasn’t said a word. He started out with quiet affirmations he was listening, uh-huhs and oh reallys interjected every so often, but it’s a been a while since you heard one.

“Frankie?” you say softly, not wanting to wake him if he’s asleep. “Honey, should I stop talking? Why don’t we get you to bed, hmm?”

“Don’t,” he rasps, turning over onto his stomach, burying his face in your lap. Your hand moves to his hair, curls sliding around your knuckles. “Your voice is very soothing.”

“Oh, is it?” you ask, smiling as you move your hand through his hair, making a little moan fall out of him. “I’m sure it would be even more soothing in bed.”

He shakes his head against you. “Don’t wanna move.”

“How about the shower?” you ask, and his head perks up instantly, sleepy eyes blinking at you.

“You gonna join me?” he asks, and you laugh.

“Yes, Fish,” you reply, ruffling his hair. “Don’t trust you to stay upright without me.”

It’s the fastest he’s moved all evening, kicking off the blanket and waiting for you to stand up. He wobbles a bit as he gets to his feet, and you fit yourself under his arm, leading him down the hall to the bathroom.

He looks dead on his feet as you shuffle him into the shower, the spray nearly as hot as it’ll go, filling the bathroom with steam. You strip yourself quickly, pulling the curtain back into place. Frankie slips his arms around your waist as soon as you’re within reach, leaning his head into your chest, his back pressed to the cold tile.

“Comfortable?” you ask, angling yourself so he’s not getting sprayed directly in the face. He nods into your collar, and you sigh as you feel his hands slip lower, palming your ass as he pulls you a little closer. “Frankie.”

“Huh?” he mumbles, kissing at your collarbone. “What, baby?”

“You’re sick,” you say, coming your fingers through his wet hair, slicking it back over his head.

“But I need you,” he almost whines, head moving up so he can suck at the skin of your neck. “Always need you, even when I feel like shit.” He pauses, wrenches his head up and coughs towards the wall. “Especially when I feel like shit.”

“Breathe deep,” you tell him, rubbing your other hand up and down his back. “The steam will help.”

He fits his face back against your neck, hands roaming your body again, and you can’t help but lean into his touch a little. He knows your body better than you do, knows where to squeeze and caress in just the right way, sending sparks of heat to your core.

You feel him twitch against your thigh, and you can’t help yourself, moving your and around from his back, down his arms, over his stomach. He groans in your ear as you skim your fingers along his waist, over the curve of his stomach, and he twitches again, cock filling at your attention.

He squeezes your ass again, his other hand reaching between your legs, but you push him away. “Baby—” he starts to protest, nose still buried in your throat.

“I’m taking care of you, remember?” you mumble against his hair, kissing the crown of his head. “Let me.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll take care of myself later,” you say, revelling in the gasp that slips from his throat as your fingers close around his cock. “I’ll let you watch.”

He groans into your throat, arm going tight as anything around your waist. You stroke him slow, bringing your hand to your mouth after a moment and licking a stripe up your palm. He groans louder when you touch him again, your spit and the water easing your movements, making him pulse in your hand. You curl your fingers tight, thumb riding the thick vein along the underside of him, and he whimpers into your neck, clawing tighter at your waist, pushing his hips into your hand.

You know his body just as well as he knows yours.

You move your other hand to the base of his neck, fingers still knotted in your hair and tug lightly, just enough that you can press your lips to his forehead. “You gonna cum for me, Frankie?”

“Uh-huh,” he breathes out, nearly stuttering the response as you push him back slightly, until his back is flush against the tile again. You pump him fast and hard, just like he likes, thumb swiping against his sensitive head on every upstroke. “Fuck, baby, please.”

“Take it, Fish,” you whisper, holding him close, your hand moving faster on his cock. “C’mon, baby, wanna make you feel good.”

“Feels so good,” he groans out and pushes his head back as he cums, ropes of white spurting onto your stomach, over your knuckles, dripping onto his thighs. He stutters out your name as he goes, head tipped back against the tile, eyes rolling back in his head. You stroke him through it, savouring every sound he makes, the heat and pressure between your own legs pulsing in time to your heartbeat. Later.

You only slow when he starts to whine, one hand pushing at your own. You tug him beneath the water again, letting the hot spray wash you both clean, and he fits himself against you, hand roaming your body once more.

“You’re so good to me, baby,” he mumbles into your neck. “So fucking good to me.”

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creedslove · 10 months

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I was wondering if you’d agree to write doing a living room picnic with Pedro and just ordering a lot of sushi, drinking wine and spending time together

Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x f!reader

A/N: I changed it for Frankie because idk I got so thirsty and hungry for our killing mule man 🥺 I'm sorry anon 🥺

When you walked home after work, the last person you expected to see was your boyfriend Frankie

He had been out on a mission for the last few weeks and though you missed him dearly, you knew he wasn't expected to be back for at least another week, so when you saw him you squealed happily and ran to him, jumping into his arms and kissing him as deeply as you could

Frankie groaned in pain, his body was sore from the mission, the helicopter crash, all the weight he carried and the physical efforts he took, he felt like he was falling apart but his arms still wrapped tight around your body, holding you as close as possible, he needed your touch, your presence and your smell all over him

You held each other for white some time, you didn't want to let go of him and though there were a few bruises here and there, your sweet Frankie was back alive and in one piece

You smiled big once you saw he'd shaved, of course you loved his scruffy beard and how it felt against your skin, but something about his smooth cheeks sent a warmth down your core

But you also noticed the sad eyes he carried and you knew it had been a tough mission, maybe he would like to talk about it or maybe he wouldn't, you would let him decide it by himself

"I missed you, baby girl" he whispered against his lips, kissing you hungrily, like he'd been thinking of doing ever since he left home to go to that goddamn mission. He regretted every single minute of it, he should've never left you but he did and now he had to make up for the time he lost

He'd brought a bag of cash back home, and now he saw how stupid and greedy that was when his true richness was having you by his side

But things had been already done and he couldn't change what happened, so now he brought in all that money, he would use it to make your life much more comfortable, and with that, he decided to surprise you with your favorite: japanese and wine

You couldn't help but giggle as you saw he had pulled together "that's for you baby" he pulled you closer as you both sat on the carpet, using the coffee table to eat. Frankie's arms wrapped around your frame, his chin resting on your shoulder, hand on your stomach, stroking it gently

As you ate and drank, Frankie could only close his eyes and relax being so thankful he was home, safe and sound with the woman he loved in his arms

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ghostofaboy · 7 months

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I know you’ve written for these two before(especially Frankie) so many it’s not as interesting to ask, but do you have any hcs for Frankie or Din? I love ur fics btw!

Talking about Frankie and Din is always interesting to me. They are fascinating characters.

Frankie:

This man is a snack fiend. Always has things in his cupboards, always sat on the sofa eating something. If you're planning a party and need nibbles then Frankie is the guy to ask.

Loves tinkering. At home his garage or shed is full of little 'projects'. He loves taking things apart to figure out how they work.

Linked to the tinkering, Frankie is very organized. Everything has its place. Never leaves a project half done or left unfinished. So this guy will take your toaster apart, but he will put it back together and it'll work. Also you know he owns a label maker.

Frankie doesn't sleep well. He'd always been more susceptible to bad dreams even as a kid. So throw in some PTSD and he's got no chance for a good night's sleep. (Poor sleepy boy)

Not an adventurous cook, but what he can cook he does well.

Not a big reader, although he does have his favorites, but loves the movies. If it were more affordable he'd go every week. Always buys boxsets of his favorite shows and loves any special features and behind the scenes stuff.

Hates watching shows about flying. They never get the details right and it pisses him off.

A switch in bed. He can be dominate, be can be submissive. Frankie is very good at adapting to who he's with and what they both want in that moment.

Din:

Total neat freak. Everything has its place and must be put in the right place. Probably had a quiet melt down several times when Grogu was first on the Crest.

Very well read. There isn't a lot to do between bounties in hyperspace so to stop himself from over cleaning his weapons (*ahem*) he got into the habit of finding cheap novels whenever he could.

I can get behind asexual Din Djarin, but when I write him it's often as sexually inexperienced. He's just not had the time and opportunity to really explore that side of things. He's had sex but he's never had the chance to be intimate.

Din can sleep anywhere. I mean anywhere. On rocks, sat up somewhere, when it's warm, when it's cold. Whatever the location or situation if it's safe then he's out like a light.

He has no idea that he's attractive. If told so he'll think it's a line or a trick.

I think it's universally accepted that Din Djarin has a breeding kink.

Not a big talker when first meeting people. Likes to sit and watch and weigh people up. But oh boy once he considers you a friend get ready for stories. So many. Things that he's done, places he's visited, stories he's been told.

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mellowswriting · 11 months

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ramblings about frankie

ngl i miss writing for my frankie baby :(

(nsfw below hehehe)

I just know he sleeps like a rock. drool pooling in the corner of his lips, snorting when you wake him, slow blinks as he gets his bearings kind of sleeper. and he clings. god, does he cling. god help you if you need to get up to pee in the middle of the night. frankie loves wrapping his arms around you and tucking his nose into your hair. holding you there makes him feel safe. at peace. it helps ground him on those nights when nightmares find him.

he isn’t a morning person in the perky kind of way. he’s a sleepy and soft morning person. shuffling out of bed with no shirt, baggy sleeping pants, fluffy bedhead. he isn’t much of a talker. most of what you say is met with little grunts or hums, but that’s okay. you’ve been together for so long now that you’re fluent in sleepy frankie.

not a cook, but he truly is the king of grilling. that’s why every get together happens at your place with everyone you know and love crammed into your house, spilling out in the backyard. frankie is an amazing host, too. he loves seeing everyone taken care of. well fed with drinks in their hands and smiles on their faces. he makes his rounds over and over, checking in with everyone.

he feeds the local strays. he always grumbles like a big grump about it but he isn’t fooling anyone. each of the little kitties have a name and come running when they hear him calling it. eventually, he gets in with his local shelter’s TNR program so they stop having so many babies. the porch is always home to at least one sunbathing kitty that chirps when they see your lover.

he gives the best kisses under every circumstance. sleepy morning kisses. a kiss to your forehead when he leaves bed before you wake. rough and needy kisses that are all sloppy tongue and teeth and desperation. drunk kisses that taste like liquor. he cradles your face like he’s holding the center of the universe in his hands. he loves you so much it hurts and he makes sure you can feel it every time he kisses you.

francisco morales eats pussy like a pro. leaves finger-shaped bruises on your thighs from holding you down after three orgasms in a row. he lives to make you come over and over and over again. those big brown eyes staring up at you from between your thighs, pupils blown out, bright and sparkling. the lower half of his face is soaked with your slick when he asks so sweetly, “just one more, baby? please?”

fuck, he’s the best man to give head to. he’s so vocal, so responsive. he tries so hard not to buck up into your mouth without your explicit permission, so he gets so squirmy beneath you. all breathless and begging for more. he pets your head and praises you, calls you every sweet name under the sun.

he loves morning sex. he gravitates toward you the moment he’s conscious and in the process of wrapping you up in his arms, he can’t help but grind his morning wood against your ass. it’s quite a way to wake up. frankie pulls you in for a slow, sweet kiss and lets his hands wander. the moment you welcome him with a spread of your thighs, he smiles at you all sleepy and indulgent. the pace he sets is slow. easy. he whispers in your ear how much he loves you, what a good girl you are. the room is soaked in warmth from the sunrise and the love he radiates.

a little bit possessive, so frankie likes leaving marks. he can’t deny that it soothes some dark, possessive part of him to see you out at the bar with everyone with marks from his teeth branded into your neck and shoulders. even when you roll your eyes at him, even when the guys rib him for being so obvious, frankie is sitting there with a smile on his face as content as can be. because any and every person who looks at you will know.

just. frankie morales. my baby. ugh.

#frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales headcanon #frankie 'catfish' morales x reader #frankie 'catfish' morales x you

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luvpedropascal · 2 years

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weekday nights (18+)

Pairing: Frankie Morales x afab!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, reader is afab but no gendered language, soft!dom frankie, praise kink, size kink?? (reader likes how broad he is)

A/N: I haven’t written anything in forever and during my hiatus I fell in love with Pedro and all his characters so hopefully I’m not too rusty lol.

One thing about Frankie was the shear size of his presence. Not his body — though his broadness often made you squirm. Frankie was large in his presence around you. Maybe it was because you loved him, or because you too had grown to be so in sync, but everything always felt warm when he was close, like he was the sun and radiated onto everything around him.

Frankie was a constant. Someone you knew you could always lean back and find, chest broad and arms wrapping around you to anchor you to his warm body. If he was beside you, there was always a shoulder to lay your head on, or punch playfully when he made a dumb joke.

Most of your nights ended like this. After dinner you’d settle in between Frankie’s legs, your back to his chest and his arms around you. He’d put on whatever show you guys were watching at the moment and settle back against the couch, playing with your hands or the soft material at the edge of your shirt.

It was always a dangerous game for you to really stop and feel Frankie’s presence around you when the two of you were cuddled up like this. He was everywhere, that sweet teakwood cologne of his irresistible when he leaned over to press a soft kiss to your shoulder.

Really, it was pathetic how easily he got you going. He didn’t realize it most of the time, he just assumed that it was his touches or his small kisses that got you worked up. He didn’t realize it was everything. Before long you were wiggling a little in his embrace, humming quietly when his hand slipped under your shirt to rest against your warm stomach.

“You okay?” Frankie murmured, resting his chin on your shoulder and nuzzling into the delicate skin of your neck.

There was already a familiar heat pooling in your stomach as you nodded back, sizzling and making your skin ache. One more touch and you’d be quivering, dropping to your knees and begging him to touch you.

He pressed a soft kiss to the hinge of your jaw, leading a few more kisses down your neck, each one a little more open. By the time he reached your pulse point, his tongue peaked out and he sucked a tiny mark into your skin.

“Frankie..” You whimpered out quietly and god, if this were anybody else you’d be so embarrassed. But with him, your skin only flushed with heat, and you pressed back against him as much as you could.

“I know, baby” He said, smiling a little against your neck and letting the hand on your stomach slide up higher to your chest, brushing over a soft nipple.

He’d had you so many times already, yet your chest was still heaving under his touch, breaths coming out in soft puffs through your nose.

Frankie’s own nose nudged at your chin, beckoning your face toward his, “Look at me, honey. Wanna see you.”

You turned your head towards him, subsequently shifting your entire body a little. He smiled immediately, leaning forward to give your lips the softest kiss.

“Tell me what you want,” He said as he pulled away, “Use your words for me, baby.”

Opening your eyes, you blinked away the daze of his kiss and looked up at him, putting a thought together to tell him, “Touch me, please.”

Frankie’s lips pulled into another little smile and he kissed your forehead, pulling your shirt up over your head and carefully slipping you out of your sleep shorts. He brought your face up for another kiss, this time deeper as he let his fingers tease your thighs, tracing them gently, giving them a little squeeze.

His hand cupped you through your underwear, finding the damp fabric there and groaning when your hips bucked up into his touch. He rubbed you through the barrier, thinking he was teasing you, when in reality the extra friction was perfect.

Your soft moan made him chuckle and he looked up at your eyes as your hand moved to hold his in the same place, “So good..”

He adjusted his hand to rub from a slightly different angle, one he knew didn’t feel quite as good, just to tease, “Right there?”

Frankie laughed softly when you whined a little and swatted at his chest. He leaned down to kiss you gently through his smile, “Don’t worry, baby.”

You let out a deep breath and let yourself melt in his arms, bringing him down by his hair for another kiss, not letting go of him this time. He groaned and nipped at your lower lip as his fingers slipped into your underwear, finding the warmth of your center and bringing some of your slick up to rub your clit slowly.

Brows furrowed, you mewled into the kiss, gripping his hair harder. Frankie groaned at the feeling — the evidence of his own arousal growing in his sweats. He loved the way you pulled him in closer like it was his job, his duty to please you. Frankly, nothing got him off better than making you feel good.

His free hand wrapped around your waist, holding you close. You didn’t think it was possibly to feel this safe and comfortable with a person — body limp, whines and whimpers flowing from you constantly, tears pricking at your eyes. Frankie could cry just from looking at you. He moved his thumb to the small bundle of nerves, which was already crying out for something more, and slipped two fingers inside of you.

Frankie pulled away from the kiss, pressing his forehead to yours so he could hear your reaction. You gasped, nuzzling into his cheek, “Frankie..”

“I know, baby. I’ve got you,” He kissed your head, curling his fingers and hitting that spot inside you that he knows gets you close so fast.

You were so close, all after just a few minutes of his ministrations. Body on fire, you looked up at him with your jaw slack, hand coming up to rest on his cheek. He kissed you again, speeding his fingers up just a little bit, “Go ahead, sweetie. Let go.”

Vision going cloudy, you fell over the edge and cried out into the crook of Frankie’s neck. Your hips were twitching both into and away from his touch, eyelashes wet with tears. He smiled and kissed your cheek as he slowed his fingers to a stop, pulling them out and sucking them clean like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You groaned at the sight, turning to hug him because you knew if you watched his fingers any longer you’d combust. He welcomed the hug easily, peppering kisses all over your neck and shoulders, “Love you. You’re so good, baby. Did such a good job.”

Frankie’s praise made you sink deeper into the hug, letting yourself disappear into his hoodie. He loved the way you melted into him, going so soft and pliant after he took you apart the way he always did. You peaked out of your spot tucked away in his neck, pressing a kiss to his jaw and mumbling, “I love you.”

#frankie morales #frankie morales smut #frankie morales x reader #pedro pascal #triple frontier #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales imagine #pedro pascal fanfiction #frankie morales headcanon

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whatthefishh · 1 year

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Since I’m sick and dying

TF boys and sickness

Whose got the worst case of the man flu

Who refuses to admit anything is wrong until they have a 104 fever

You’re not DYING you’re just ill ❤️ hoping you feel better soon my darling

Will takes being sick super seriously. He calls off work, he makes his own tea, takes his steam showers, Vicks is by his side, has a line up of vitamins and meds he’s popping. He has it down to a science. He might let you help but mostly he’s pretty independent and sleeps it off.

Benny is annoying about it and texts the group chat ALL DAY since he’s bed ridden and basically has nothing to do, so everyone is subject to his thoughts all the time. Also has a marathon of movies running, eats all the wrong foods but chugs cartons of orange juice like his life depends on it. You have to remind him to take the medicine he needs.

Frankie is a soft little baby about it, he looks at you with his puppy dog eyes and you just want to take care of him, especially because he gets so sweet when you do. He showers you with praise as you hand him a warm cup of tea, staring up at you when you take his temperature and leans into your touch. He’s a baby lol.

And then there’s Santiago.

Santi likes to whine a lot. He calls of whatever plans he has, telling them he doesn’t know how long he’ll be sick for. To be fair, his knees also like to act up whenever he falls ill and he does go through it but it doesn’t excuse his bratty behaviour. He’s complaining all day about his nose, his head, the light, the sound, being hungry, wanting real food not whatever soup you give him, not liking the flavour of the lemon teas and insisting he needs to add sugar but you don’t let him. Eventually, you pass him some cough syrup so he knocks out but the guy somehow needs more than the regular person and wakes up sooner than he should’ve. He’s burying his face in your tummy, asking for head scratches like a persistent cat, and tossing the blanket over his head when you get up to close the curtains. He’s a mess. When he’s all better he makes sure to thank you the way he knows best 💖

#inbox 💌#romana tag #stay awake with me #triple frontier headcanon #triple frontier fandom #Santiago garcia headcanon #frankie morales headcanon #Benny Miller headcanon #William Miller headcanon

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crazyk-imagine · 11 months

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How an Argument ends (Frankie)

Benny // Will // Santiago

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- Neither of you realized what happened until it was too late when you two stopped talking

- You didn’t talk to him

- He didn’t talk to you

- It took a serious adult talk from Benny (the least mature, according to the guys) to open your guy’s eyes

- He was the first to make contact

Frankie: Can we talk?

- You’ve never replied faster until this very moment

Baby: When? And where?

- You two sit down and have a talk, both of you apologizing at the same time

- He stops and lets you go first

- You apologize and he quickly adds in his apology

- You two sit together for a minute before going to make dinner

- It was a quiet night, but it was a comforting silence instead of the awkward one, you two had gotten accustomed to over the last few days

- Dinner and cleaning up was good

- Enjoying the feeling of one another as you two share a steamy shower was very, very good ;)

- But it was even better when you two laid in bed together

- This gave you the opportunity to listen to his heartbeat before you fully fell asleep

#Triple Frontier #triple frontier imagines #triple frontier imagine #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier headcanon #Frankie Morales #frankie morales imagine #frankie morales imagines #frankie morales headcanon #frankie catfish morales #frankie catfish morales headcanon #frankie catfish morales imagine #frankie catfish morales imagines #frankie catfish morales fanfic #frankie catfish morales fanfiction #crazyk-imagine

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freelancearsonist · 21 days

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ceceeeee pls pls pls give me my boy frankie’s perfume <3

HIM OMG.

his cologne was a father's day gift from his little girl 🥺

she picked out the paco rabanne phantom parfum bc she liked the robot bottle and then his partner (you) keeps buying it for him bc it smells so damn sexy 🫠

#asks #ask games #joelsgreenflannel #frankie morales headcanon

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lionlena · 4 months

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Headcanon: Who will be ready to kill for you? From most willing to least... (Pedro Pascal characters) 🔪💀☠️🩸

1. Oberyn Martell

There is no doubt here. He will kill for you without hesitation.

He has a hot temper, he is used to killing, he is highly trained, and... madly in love with you. You are his Queen.

If someone insults you, looks at you wrong, or hurts you, Oberyn will not hesitate to spear him or challenge him to a duel (and spear him.)

Be sure, he will make a show of killing for you. He will proudly show off his skills, and if the victim is unlucky, he will even torture them.

Oberyn really won't have any doubts. This is the world he lives in. He is a prince and is not afraid of consequences. For you, he will always be able to kill an entire army of people.

2. Jack Daniels (I wasn't sure here but my sweet @creedslove helped me)

Jack will do anything for his Sugar. If your safety or good honor is at stake, he will not hesitate to kill.

Let's be honest, Jack has no remorse about this. If someone threatens, hurts, or insults you, they are bad. And bad people deserve to die. Easy.

Good manners dictate that he must take care of and protect his Sugar.

Of course, he may not do it in a very spectacular way, but he will definitely use the skills he acquired in the agency.

If necessary, he will falsify evidence and suddenly your ex-boyfriend will turn out to be a dangerous terrorist who had to be eliminated.

Jack has no qualms about threatening others with death in his typical Southern way ;)

3. Dave York

He won't hesitate to kill for you either. For example, your abusive ex-boyfriend.

But of course, he will do it secretly. After all, he is a hitman.

If you know about his profession, he will probably confess to the murder, but it may also be that he will withhold this information for your good.

But let's face it, when you find out that your ex-boyfriend drowned (and you know he was a great swimmer), you'll figure it out.

But can you be mad at Dave? After all, he did it for you. When you tell him about your guesses...

"He'll never lay a hand on you again." Dave will whisper into your hair and kiss your forehead.

But there are also murders you don't know about. For example, that guy who was aggressive in the bar...

4. Joel Miller

Here it all depends on which Joel we are talking about. After the outbreak Joel or no outbreak Joel.

Post-pandemic Joel is of course willing to kill for you. Mainly to protect you.

It's obviously not something he's proud of, but that's the world you live in. Sometimes there is no choice. If he doesn't want you to be raped or killed, then he has to reject humanity. And he does it for you, he kills without blinking an eye.

If someone insults you or is aggressive, Joel may not kill him, but he is definitely ready to break the guy's jaw or stab him in the knee.

As for no outbreak Joel, the situation is different here. Joel won't kill for you... Not that he doesn't want to, but it's clear that he doesn't want to go to prison.

But you can certainly count on the fact that he will often scare someone who behaves inappropriately towards you.

5. Din Djarin

Well, Din is a bounty hunter. He knows how to kill and if necessary, he will kill for you too.

But it won't be something he will enjoy and he won't do it for a trivial reason.

If you are in serious danger, he will definitely not hesitate to use his blaster. But don't count on him killing someone for you out of revenge.

Of course, this doesn't mean he won't threaten other people. He's good at making threats.

So if someone is bully or aggressive towards you, he will definitely hear Din's icy modulated voice:

"You can leave this place being warm... or you can leave this place being cold."

6. Javier Peña

Javier is ready to kill for you, but because of his job, he knows he can't do it.

However, he won't hesitate to threaten your ex-boyfriend with a gun if he doesn't understand that you don't want to be with him anymore.

Javier can be aggressive and won't hesitate to use his fists to make sure no one hurts or insults his cariño.

However, the situation may be slightly different if the person who threatened you was a sicario. Javier may not kill him directly, but he will use all his connections to neutralize the threat.

And of course, he won't hesitate to kill if you're in danger. If someone kidnaps you, Javier will put the entire DEA and CIA on their feet and get a military helicopter to save you.

And when you're safe in his arms, he won't regret what he did, not even for a moment.

7. Frankie Morales

This is another man who has killed before. Frankie knows how to pull the trigger, but... He's in serious trouble because of it. He dreams of dead people at night and wakes him up with nightmares.

That's why Frankie would be willing to kill for you, but only if there was no other option. If your life was in danger.

He is also not a fan of making threats. He prefers to avoid conflicts, but of course, that doesn't mean he can't look menacing and throw a murderous look.

Of course, you will always be safe with him. Frankie knows how to fight and in case of trouble, he is always ready to use his military skills.

8. Marcus Pike

Marcus, of course, is not very willing to kill someone for you. He's an FBI agent, of course, he knows how to kill and has seen death more than once, but that's why he does everything legally.

He is also not a fan of making threats. Of course, you can feel safe with him.

It's not that Marcus can't be aggressive and combative. He just always tries to think things through and doesn't get emotional.

If your ex-boyfriend harasses you, Marcus will encourage you to report it to the police.

But of course, in a situation of danger, Marcus is ready to take out his gun to stand between you and the threat. And if it's absolutely necessary, he'll shoot.

9. Javi G

Javi is sweet, we all know that. But he's also not afraid to defend you, but killing someone is definitely out of his league.

He may threaten someone with a gun because he can play a dangerous role, but he would really be the last one to kill for you.

If you were in danger, Javi would simply hire an army of bodyguards and never leave your side. And of course, he would carry a gun. However, if he had to shoot, he would probably aim for his opponent's legs or arm.

Pernament tag list: @harriedandharassed

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ironmandeficiency · 2 years

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pedro boys as high school teachers (modern au)

boys included: javi p, pero, jack, frankie, din, javi g, dieter, oberyn, marcus p, marcus m

word count: 1161

summary: there are just my thoughts on what high school subjects some of the pedro boys would teach, modern au

a/n: decided to reread the agm universe by @forever-rogue & it gave me an idea so here we are. i’m sorry if the formatting is jank, i’ve been posting from mobile for like two months now. also i know the ms. frizzle gif isn’t quite relevant enough but you can fight me

javier peña — javi is peak history teacher material. his students are juniors & seniors because he doesn’t have the patience for lower class bullshit. his philosophy is that students take his class seriously or not at all. took up coaching girls basketball one year because the last coach quit on short notice & admin begged him to take the spot; the year he coached was the first time in 30 years that their team went to state. became best friends with pero through their respective subjects & will have drinks together on weekends. doesn’t give grades that end with nines & will bump them up a point (69 to 70, 89 to 90, etc.) to not be a dick.

pero — geography. scares students stiff but does have a soft spot for those who put effort into his class. offers bonus points on tests for those who go to the local ren fair, and students are surprised to see their teacher wearing full garb & fighting in duels. his classroom is across from javi p’s & they watch each other’s classes when needed. they have the same lunch & conference, so when there’s nothing to do they like to talk shit about anything and everything. they gossip like old women & playfully bicker like old men. pero is often called “the gordon ramsay of teachers” & framed a photoshopped picture of their faces on the other’s body sent to him by a student.

jack daniels — football coach & ffa. he has and will continue to drive things to work that aren’t regular vehicles (tractors, horses, golf carts, even a donkey once). freshmen are surprised to see that he actually does own a highway legal means of transportation. all the ffa animals are kept in a separate barn on his ranch not even three miles from the school & will let students ride in the bed of his truck or on his trailer on the way there & back for class (parents do sign permission slips for it). lets students control the aux cord on these trips as long as it doesn’t have curse words, but the way to his heart is if someone plays reba. hosts the yearly chili cookoff to support the ffa, and it’s always a hit. he buys a stetson for each class that the students sign at the end of the school year & hangs them all up around the ffa barn.

frankie morales — softball coach that also teaches algebra 1 & 2. he has such a math brain & is super lenient when it comes to the students that have a harder time grasping the subject. very passionate about coaching & does not tolerate any bullying within the team, on the field or off it. wants to set a coaching standard for when his daughter starts playing; he wants her to know how a coach should treat their team early on. she comes to after school practices & all the girls love her to bits. frankie lets her in the dugout during games to motivate them. offers snacks for kids who come to tutorials because he knows they are hungry by the end of the day no matter when they had lunch, and that full bellies equal full attention.

din djarin — chemistry & physics. is very intimidating until it’s a couple months into the year & his students are finally comfortable asking him personal questions. they accidentally see a picture of him and his son on his computer’s desktop one day & just like that, he’s no longer piss-your-pants intimidating. he can be stern when he needs to be, but overall would rather not. he makes these two difficult subjects much easier to learn & will have so many cool lab demonstrations (some are mythbusters level) that occasionally border on dangerous. gets along with coworkers by not getting involved in drama & doing his job, doesn't have time for the bs.

javier gutierrez — this man definitely has a flair for the dramatic & would be an amazing theater director, albeit a bit dreamy. would recruit the art teacher from across the hall that he knew had acting experience to help in one production & suddenly, they’re co-directors. students favored him highly whether they took theater or not; something about him just oozed kindness & compassion, and the kids trusted him. insists the students either call him mr. g or javi, he feels that the standard honorifics are too stifling. him & dieter will buy their students fast food after days spent making set pieces & rehearsals in the auditorium. the queer kids feel hella safe with him & actually have a kinda-joke ship going with him and dieter that neither men are upset over.

dieter bravo — art teacher turned surprise theater co-director. always shows up looking like a hot mess because that’s just who he is. very lax and chill with students but will be the first to call out bullshit if it walks thru his door. drinks several coffees a day & despite the vast number of almost-pajamas he wears, some doubt whether he even sleeps at all. is the one who reigns in his counterpart when things go awry. recruits his best students to help make set pieces for theater & bribes them with free food bc he knows the way to win kids over. plays it off when students talk about the (b)romance between him & javi g but is actually pretty flattered.

oberyn martell — this is the english teacher that the lgbt+ kids flock to immediately. between him & javi g, they have an even split of the school’s queer kids idolizing them. also coaches the cross country team where usually two (or more) of his daughters participate yearly. is able to separate coaching from his fatherly duties so he doesn’t turn into a coachzilla (he’s heard about the dads who go batshit when coaching their kids in sports & loathes them). will team w javi on assignments with historical emphasis (mostly essays and book reports) & will allow students to write one essay that covers both assignments to keep from overworking the kids. is considered a jack of all trades when it comes to different subjects, and is highly recommended when another subject has a sub & cannot teach the lesson properly.

marcus pike — is the most patient & not-confrontational teacher ever. he’s the one that doesn’t get angry, he just gets disappointed & that’s actually much worse. started the school’s photography club as a volunteer & was eventually able to get the funding to make it a class, so they hired him to teach it. his students find out he plays bass in a cover band & they flip their shit abt wanting to see him perform. during the nature photography lessons, he brings his dog to work to be the model. jack gets wind of it & encourages him to use the ffa animals too, and uses the student-taken photos on the school website.

marcus moreno — not a teacher but is head of the pta. he chaperones field trips & school dances, and fights the school board to get better resources for the whole district. (i just love him okay?)

#javier gutierrez #javier peña #pero tovar #oberyn martell #jack daniels #frankie morales #marcus pike #marcus moreno #dieter bravo #din djarin #modern au #pedro pascal character imagine #pedro pascal character headcanons #javier peña headcanon #javier gutierrez headcanon #oberyn martell headcanon #marcus pike headcanon #frankie morales headcanon #pero tovar headcanon

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absurdthirst · 2 years

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Do any of the P boys like the snow or do they all hate it. Love your work!

Love or Hate the Snow:

Javier: Javier hates the snow. For real. He's not accustomed to it. It snows when hell freezes over in Laredo and Colombia. Give him sweltering heat anyway.

Ezra: Ezra actually like the snow. For the frosty temperature and the way that it makes the inside of his suit more bearable. However, it’s hell on harvesting aurelac or any other gem that will make him rich. So he prefers to not have snow around unless he is packing up to head back to the Pug.

Mando: HATES IT.....He would rather sweat his beskar covered ass off on Tatooine than go back to a frozen heap of a planet. It gives him flashbacks to when he crashed the Crest and those damn spiders.

Tovar: Tovar despises when the snows blow in. It means that fighting is done for the winter and there is no coins to be earned. However, it’s been a good year, he will enjoy the opportunity to be warm and curl himself around you when he’s not trudging out to the barn to check on the animals or making sure that the woodpile doesn’t dwindle too low. Many days are spent in bed just to conserve the wood. You don’t need as much to heat the cabin when you are under the warm furs and entwined in each other.

Frankie: Frankie likes the snow, but he prefers it to not be snowing when his ass is having to sleep outside. But if it’s just visiting? He likes it. Renting a cabin and curling around you with a fire in the hearth and a hot cup of coffee while watching the flakes fall.

Agent Whiskey: He likes it. It’s a chance to curl up next to a fire and cuddle you close, sipping on a bottle of some finely aged Statesman. Doesn’t mind working in it. He’s got the Bronco that will drive through practically anything.

Max Phillips: It doesn’t really make a shit to him. The outside is just as cold as he is. Although he hates the damn slush all over the streets and the way that it ruins the shine on his car and his shoes.

Marcus Pike: Marcus is the romantic type, so of course he loves snow. Love the idea of watching it fall outside the window while he is curled up with you on the sofa. Really wants to get a place that at least has a gas fireplace since wood burning isn’t exactly practical in D.C. He makes sure the two of you are stocked up in case of getting snowed in and laughs when you start throwing snow at him while he’s trying not to bust his ass while shoveling the sidewalk.

Oberyn: NO, no, no, no, no. He leaves that snow shit to the Northerners. Give him the sand and the hot sun of Dorne any day. The prince prefers a climate that encourages less clothing, not more. Plus there is that legend of Whitewalkers. They couldn’t survive in Dorne.

Dave York: Has a love/hate relationship with snow. Enjoys watching his girls play, gets out there and dutifully helps them make snowmen, teaches them how to dominate in snowball fights by educating them on warfare tactics. Hates how ease it is to follow footprints and how easy it is to see blood.

Max Lord: Two words. Seasonal depression. The dirty grey sludge of the D.C. streets matches Lord’s feelings around that time.

Marcus Moreno: Tolerates it. Although, living in California, he has to travel to see it. But Missy loves taking ski trips, so he packs up the bags and freezes his ass off on the slopes for her.

Zach Wellison: Nope. He likes it, but he hates it. He hates it because it reminds him of being on the streets and freezing his ass off. However he tolerates it because he’s warm inside with you.

Javi G: Has never really seen snow beyond in a movie. Despite being a billionaire, he has not traveled. Although now that he is free of his cousin, he wants to experience it.

Dieter: Dieter actually likes the snow. He is the dumbass type to run around outside in boxers, his jacket and boots. Guaranteed. Although he squeals like a little child when you shove ice down his shirt when he’s wearing one.

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