Just A Little Chaos, As A Treat

Ella | she/her | 20’s | Bi | Amateur Writer Pedro Pascal & Multifandom

[floralpascal]

Floralpascal's Masterlist

Characters:

Frankie Morales

Heartbeat Part 1 | Part 2

Let Me Take Care of It All (Pedrostories Secret Santa '22)

Bossa Nova

Benny Miller

Oblivious

Choices

Will Miller

Slow Down

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Illicit Indulgences Series Masterlist

John Price

Surprise

Taking Care of You

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Water Temperature

Headcanons:

Triple Frontier

Terms of Endearment

COD MW2

Task 141 Boys With a Tattooed Reader

Teasing Headcanons - TF 141 + Alejandro, Rudy, & König

[bratmillers]

triple frontier | (2019)

[ashoss]

id like to introduce some people to my good friend the Keep Reading button

[berryispunk]

not in a hurry

Frankie Morales x f!reader

-`♡´- tags: soft!Frankie, falling in love, mutual pining, flirting, emotional intimacy, implied smut, some fluff summary: What starts as a simple check-in call turns into quiet confessions, soft longing, and the promise of everything Frankie plans to do when you get back. word count: ~ 940 words

Happy FF! 🧢

You call him from a hotel balcony. It’s late where he is, early evening where you are. The air around you sounds open — distant traffic, maybe waves, maybe wind through palm trees. He answers on the third ring.

“Hey,” he says, voice already softer than usual.

You know he’s not the best at phone calls, but he offered that you could call him if you wanted to. The trip you’re on was booked months in advance, long before you met Frankie. You hadn’t planned for him to become this important in your life so fast, but here you are.

You ask about his day, and he tells you about his tense shoulders again, how they ache from sitting in the cramped helicopter seat that’s definitely not made for a broad man like him. There’s a pause at some point. A different kind of pause.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you say. Then quieter, “I just… miss you a little.”

You can almost hear him swallow.

“Yeah?” he murmurs. “I was trying not to say that.”

“Why?”

He hesitates. And this is so him — not smooth, not cocky, just careful.

“Didn’t wanna come on too strong. You’re out there living your life. Didn’t want to be the guy who makes it weird. But I do miss you too. It’s easy being around you. Makes my brain shut up for once.”

You lean back against the railing, smiling to yourself, worrying your lower lip to contain the bright grin forming on your face.

“You could never make it weird.”

Another silence follows, but it’s warmer now.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” he finally admits. The words come low, almost embarrassed. “And I hope that’s not creepy.”

Your laugh is soft, breathy. “Frankie. Why would that be creepy?”

“Because,” he exhales, “the last time I saw you, you were under me on your couch, and I’ve replayed that kiss about fifty times.”

He doesn’t describe your body or your reactions. He doesn’t catalog parts. He talks about moments.

“The way you pulled me closer,” he continues, voice rougher now. “Like you weren’t sure if you were allowed to want me that much. That felt really good.”

Your stomach flips at that.

“I was allowed,” you whisper. “And it felt good for me too.”

“I know,” he says gently. “I just… wanted you to know I wasn’t rushing you. I’m not in a hurry. I want you to enjoy this.”

That’s the thing about Frankie you admired from the start. The desire is there — thick and real — but it’s anchored in respect. In constant check-ins and reassurances that go far beyond bodily sensations. And quite honestly, it makes him even more attractive to you. You like that he really tunes in to your needs instead of just taking what he so clearly wants.

You shift, crossing one leg over the other, heat blooming under your skin as you look out over the horizon.

“I’ve been thinking about you too,” you admit.

A quiet inhale on his end.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. About how your hands felt. How you didn’t grab. You just… held.”

He lets out a soft huff of a laugh. “I was trying real hard not to mess that up.”

“You didn’t, promise. But it kind of made me wonder what else these hands are capable of…”

His voice drops a notch. Not graphic, just intimate.

“If you were here,” he says slowly, “I’d probably still be taking it slow. But I wouldn’t stop kissing you. I would let them explore you slowly, your softest parts, feeling you melt under me, watching goosebumps forming on your skin when I kiss your neck.”

Your breath stutters as your imagination follows where he leads you both.

“I would really like that,” you say.

There’s a stretch of silence filled only with breathing. It’s charged, but tender.

“Can I say something?” he asks.

“Always.”

“I like how you feel in your own skin,” he says. “You don’t hide. Even when you’re nervous. That’s… it does something to me. It’s magnetic and by God, it’s hot as fuck too.”

You laugh quietly at that, a little bashful. He doesn’t treat your body like an object or something that needs to be conquered. It’s about your presence. Your confidence. The way you hold his intense gaze, the way you challenge him.

“I think about your mouth too,” he admits. “Not just on me. But the way it curves when you’re about to tease me. How you bite your lip when you swallow something down you’re not sure is appropriate to say.”

You snicker, flustered and pleased all at once.

“You noticed that?”

“I notice everything.”

You inhale sharply. “You’re dangerous, Morales.”

“No,” he replies gently. “I’m just honest.”

Another beat.

“If this is too much,” he adds quickly, “you tell me. I don’t wanna cross lines.”

And that’s it. That’s the difference.

He wants you completely. He’s absolutely thinking about you under him, hands in your hair, your thighs around his waist. But he never assumes access. He never talks like you owe him anything.

He makes you feel chosen, not consumed.

By the end of the call, nothing explicit has been said. No graphic play-by-play. Just low voices, shared breathing, promises of “when you get back.”

And when you hang up?

Frankie’s lying states away, staring at the ceiling, smiling like an idiot. Because for him, the hottest part wasn’t the suggestion or the whispered promises. It was that you wanted him too and weren’t afraid to let him know.

And that did something dangerous to his heart, not just his body.

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[twolegsandbleeds]

lowkey obsessed with the idea of a usually quiet simon ‘ghost’ riley who's loud during sex. saw something which was like ‘fucking louder than the voices in our heads’ and like, yeaaaah. that's a vibe. also just… men that actually make noise when fucking you. ungff.

the first time you get him under the covers with you you're prepared for him to be one of those blokes that breathes heavily in your ear and let's out a little grunt when he cums. he's not exactly chatty - usually the most you get is a grunt or eye roll or dry comment.

but you were very, very pleasantly surprised.

he whimpers as your nails drag down his back; arching into the touch like he's chasing the pain. moans into your cunt as you grind against his tongue - actual moans that start in his chest and drag themselves out of his throat unbidden. soft, tiny gasps when you wrap your hand around his cock and stroke him slowly.

when he sinks inside you he growls; hips stuttering as your walls clamp down around him. even whilst he's fucking you he's letting words fall from his mouth and into the skin of your neck; practically narrating the entire experience like you're not also actively participating in it.

“fuck, ya feel so good love. so tight fer me. reckon if heaven fuckin' existed it's this.”

“could fucking stay here forever, yer fuckin’ perfect love.”

“yer gonna make me cum if you keep doin’ that. want that love? want me to fill yer pretty little cunt up? ‘ave me leakin’ out of you all night?”

at some point the words stop and shift into unintelligible gasps and curses; moans of your name and of a god's he doesn't believe in.

and when he actually does cum it's with a noise that you feel as much as you hear. pressing his hips flush against yours so he spills deep inside you as a cry claws its way out of him; something semi-feral that you'd think was pain if it wasn't for the way he's looking down at you with glassy brown eyes rimmed with blonde lashed and an expression of utter peace.

[brav0-6]

CAPTAIN PRICE IN “PICCADILLY” | MODERN WARFARE 2019

[dekaohtoura]

[alchemyfreak321]

@giftober 2024 | Day 13: “Reactions”

Gaz and his adorable nose scrunch (or his stank face)

[ink-n-shadow]

currently having thoughts about the 141 having a team dinner at john’s house during one of their breaks, forgetting that he hasn’t really told them that he was married.

so imagine their shock when the door swings open and you’re standing their, apron around your waist and flour sprinkled across your cheeks and clothes. “c’mon in, boys! you can leave your boots at the door by john’s. i’m just finishing up the mash” and just as their brains begin firing and the questions begin forming on their tongues, you’re disappearing down the hall and presumably toward the kitchen, leaving the three of them dumbfounded and toeing off their boots obediently.

kyle’s finally the first one to ask the meek question of “so, how’d ya meet the missus, cap’n?” while all of you are halfway through dinner, plates half full and drinks half empty. none of them miss the giggle you let out or the way one of your eyebrows raises as your hand reaches to pinch at john’s cheek.

“y’ never told ‘em how we met? do they even know how i was your captain first? where else did you learn all you know now, baby?”

[honeyhobbs]

Heat Stroke photoshoot but it's Gaz ☀️💦

[pure-oddity]

Kyle as a boyfriend is reeeeaaall nice.

He's a recon guy, he does his research. First few dates he says enough to keep the conversation going but he's focused on listening, watching, observing.

He sees how you eat, how you talk, how you walk, fuck he's cataloging how you sit. And he's comprehending what you say, actively filing things away. All these little gold nuggets of info.

So that when date 3 or 4 comes around youre left stuttering and bashful as all hell because you've never had a guy put in so much fucking effort? Like:

You need him to be direct? "I'm looking for something long-term, marriage - preferably within 2 years but I can be flexible. Do you wanna talk about how you feel regarding children and see if we align?"

Want him to show that he thinks of you even ehen you arent around? "Hey I'm back, I know you like the pubs wings so I grabbed you a box, had to fight the boys off it."

Want him to pull his weight and be an active equal partner? "Hey I just finished grabbing the groceries, I grabbed stuff for a new recipe - did you want me to grab anything special on my way out?" Or "Hey hand me any cups you've got I'm about to do the dishes, let me finish that and I'll seperate my clothes so you can do the laundry."

He's just...so fucking capable and genuinely wants the relationship to work and be successful. He takes pride in keeping a happy home and an even happier significant other.

Yall have long talks about the distance and strain his job causes. Very good with check-ins to make sure you aren't feeling neglected and he's not feeling lonely or overly stressed.

Communication and observation KING.

And he's loving!! He's a forhead kisses, gotta be touching you at night, walks on the outside of the sidewalk kinda guy! He'll link pinkies while yall walk, randomly lean over to kiss you "cause I(he) wanted to" with the cutest little smile. Sets up photoshoots for holidays and special events so he can have pictures of the two of yall (sends his family Christmas cards of yall).

Pet names include: love, baby, sweetheart, doll

[freshpickle]

please be nice to me, i'm in my twenties. do you know what that does to a person

[artistformerlyknownasbutttrumpet]

no i don't want to use your ai assistant. no i don't want your ai search results. no i don't want your ai summary of reviews. no i don't want your ai feature in my social media search bar (???). no i don't want ai to do my work for me in adobe. no i don't want ai to write my paper. no i don't want ai to make my art. no i don't want ai to edit my pictures. no i don't want ai to learn my shopping habits. no i don't want ai to analyze my data. i don't want it i don't want it i don't want it i don't fucking want it i am going to go feral and eat my own teeth stop itttt

[rylandsgrace]

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[floralpascal]

Hey guys! Just a little update on where I’m at and what’s going on with me below the cut (nothing bad!)

So a month or two ago, I said that I was coming back and would start writing again. I thought that life was going to slow down a little. But it’s really starting to seem like this year is going to be nonstop and I’m not quite sure when things will slow down again. Everything is going wonderfully, I just have less time for tumblr than I’ve ever had in the past.

A lot of my energy is going to myself, healthy habits, and things that make me happy now (all things I’ve ignored for a while). My writing energy has turned towards personal projects.

This is all just to say that I’m not sure when I’ll be writing on here again. I’m definitely not leaving or never writing on here again! It just seems like I’ll have to wait for inspiration, time, and energy to all align to write a fic on here. I could post a fic next week or in a few months, I don’t really know.

I’ve said “I’m coming back to writing on here!” a few times now, thinking that surely things were about to slow down, but that obviously hasn’t worked out. So this is me just kind of shrugging and going “eh, who knows”