Dreamboat | Greaser!frankie | Part Three

dreamboat | greaser!frankie | part three

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pairing: frankie morales x f!reader; greaser!frankie x f!reader

warnings: violence, mentions of racism towards latinos, cursing

dreamboat: part one | part two | part three

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Frankie has been in this cold and dark cement cell for what feels like months – it has been 19 hours. It was only 3 in the afternoon and would be in this cell until 5 when his mother got off work. He may have been 18 years old, but the sheriff did not care – especially being Frankie. Frankie would not stop pacing to and from one side of the 6-foot by 8-foot jail cell and the sheriff was getting quite annoyed.

“Frankie, ya want a metal cup to rattle against the bars or will ya quit bein’ dramatic? Stop pacin’ or you’ll make a hole through the cement, kid.” Frankie stops pacing and looks at the sheriff sitting at the desk situated in front of the holding cell. “Ya actin’ like ya goin’ to federal prison. Tu madre viene por ti a las cinco, hijo. Relajate.”

Your mother is coming for you at 5, son. Relax.

Frankie sits on the floor, putting his head in his hands. He lets out a sigh as he rubs his face. He looks back up at the smiling sheriff and raises an eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”

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teamwork | jack “whiskey” daniels

pairing: jack “whiskey” daniels x reader

warnings: age gap, shootin + some gunsss, eggsy’s wink-a-roo

a/n: thank you so much @meshlamando for your help! i wanted to make sure whiskey gets a good debut, and you made it happen! a real yeehaw bitch there.

request by: @ickleronniekinsemotionalrange

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“T-this isn’t - fuck - a very good time, Champ!” You grit into your earpiece. You bring your elbow back and jab it into a man’s stomach behind you and kick the other in the shin, bringing them both down. “Whiskey! Will you stop clowning around and come help me?” you yell.

Your partner, Jack or also known as Whiskey, decided it was a good idea to get the ladies in the pool area to safety and leave you to your own devices taking down 7 grown men. You find it quite hard to fight off these weaponed guys with your boss screaming in your ear.

“No can do, Brandy!” You roll your eyes as you throw a chair in the fifth man’s direction and shoot the man behind him. “I got three boys tryin’ to get in a tussle down here!”

“Champ wants us back in the office, Whisk! What happened to teamwork?”

You hear him grunt and a ‘bang’ in the distance. “What does he want us for?” You hear him let out a hah! and then another grunt. “This is teamwork! I’m the distraction! Hey partner I ain’t finished with you yet!”

You laugh at hearing him on the other end. Your partner tends to like teaching bad guys lessons and you’re sure this is probably one of them.

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You struggle holding in your stomach’s contents as you see Jack continuously flirt with the three young ladies who are easily twenty years younger than him. You see him leaning on the desk, twirling a redhead’s hair in his fingers while the other two giggle like school girls. You roll your eyes and let out a sigh.

You were also younger than Jack, but that didn’t stop you from harboring a crush for your cowboys partner. From the moment you were an official Stateman, he was the first to treat you as an equal and offered to be your partner and show you the ropes.

That was almost two years ago.

Champ’s assistant calls you in and you give her a warm smile that soon goes away when Whiskey tips his hat at her and looks back as he passes her. You give him a back handed smack on the chest and a glare. He motions a confused hand movement and mouths ‘what?’ You smirk and look back at the office girls, the girls who went back to their daily jobs.

“You do realize that those girls are just old enough to rent a car right?”

Whiskey shrugs and adjusts his tie. “Yeah, but that don’t I can’t have a little fun, do it?”

You widen your eyes and chuckle. “So you just flirt with anything that walks… for fun?”

“Mhm. Don’t you?”

You simply shake your head side to side, earning a dry chuckle from him.

“So ya flirt with the people ya actually like? People who ya wanna date?”

“Yes, Jack.”

He laughs a single laugh. “I wouldn’t put that on a cat’s ass.”

You shake your head with a laugh as you finally walk in the office, but soon come to a stop when your eyes meet a young man’s own. He stands and gives you a smile. Whiskey tenses behind you as he follows your eyes to this new man on the other side of the table.

“There’s my two favorite liquors!” You laugh at Champ’s old, but timeless joke. “I want you to meet someone!” He turns to the young man and motions to him. “This here is Eggsy. He’s a kingsman across the pond. Kid, this young charm is Agent Brandy. The newest but one of the best.”

Eggsy extends a hand to you, and as you shake his hand, he gives you a wink. A wink that makes you blush and makes your partner clear his throat loudly. You look back and see Jack stand behind his usual chair offering a two-finger salute to the kingsman. “That there,” Champ says, “is Agent Whiskey. These two make up the best team ya ever laid your thick-rimmed eyes on.”

Throughout the meeting, you and Eggsy exchange a series of quick glances and small smiles. As you go to steal yet another look at the Brit, Jack kicks the back part of your chair, causing you to quickly look back at him. He pretends he doesn’t notice and looks at you with a nod.

And that’s what he does… he pretends.

He pretends he didn’t kick you. He pretends he didn’t see you and this new guy look at each other with goo-goo ga-ga eyes. He pretends he didn’t see you give the brit the smile he knows to be your flirting smile. He pretends that throughout the past two years, he hasn’t been looking at you differently than ever. He pretends he never thought about the idea of having you by his side when he wakes up. He pretends he never caught feelings for his partner in crime.

“So that’s where Brandy comes in. Everyone got it?”

Yourself, Whiskey and Eggsy all turn your attention to Champ, the person your attention was supposed to be on in the first place. You had no idea what the plan even was, but on the hologram, you saw your name and Eggsy’s on the same game plan. Naturally, you agreed to the plan sharing a smile with the newcomer, but the celebration was interrupted by Whiskey standing up and disagreeing.

“Brandy ain’t going alone, Champ. They’ve been my partner for two years so for that reason, I’m comin’ with.”

“Daniels, I don’t need two of my agents out there. Brandy can take care of themselves.”

“Sir, with all due respect, but-“

“Whiskey. Brandy is going and they’re going alone. Do I make myself clear?”

You look at your partner’s defeated look and stand up. “Champ-“

“Brandy, I ain’t tryin’ to hear it. You and Eggsy leave tomorrow. Whiskey stays here. If it makes ya feel better, Whisk, you can have an earpiece linked to Brandy’s. Better?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Thank you, sir.”

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You hear a knock on your door as you’re ready to load up the jet. You knew the knock anywhere. The six-beat knock you’ve heard for two years.

“Come in, Jack.”

“Sweetheart, you ain’t goin’ alone.”

“Jack, you can trust me.”

“I know that, but it’s that Eggsy guy I don’t trust.”

You place your hands on your hips and cock your eyebrow. “And why not? He’s been nothing, but sweet.”

“That’s just the English talkin’! Why does a Kingsman need help from a Statesman?”

“Because we’re their American counterpart? We help eachother, Whisk!”

“Brandy, just 'cause trouble comes visiting... doesn't mean you have to offer it a place to sit down.” With that Jack gives you a tip of his hat and walks out. You’re left confused, but worried about your partner.

“What trouble are you talking about, Jack?” You say to yourself.

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“I don’t think your partner likes me very much, Agent Brandy.”

You take a sip from your glass, letting it go down before answering.

“Are you talking about Whiskey? He seems to be like that with anyone I’m asked to work with.”

Eggsy nods understandingly. “Seems to me like he’s jealous.”

“Of?”

“Everyone you’re asked to work with.” He laughs.

You smile and shrug. “He likes to be the only one who gets to bug me on missions. He can be annoying, but he has never let me down once.”

“Sounds like a great agent.”

“He is.” You say. You place your glass on the holder and stand. You wink at Eggsy and place a finger on your lips. “He’s a great agent and friend. He always likes to make sure I’m okay even if that means hiding in the bathroom.” You say as you quickly slide open the bathroom’s door.

Jack has his gun aimed, but quickly lowers it as he sees it’s you.

“I knew we had a stowaway.” You laugh out.

“I couldn’t just let my partner go to Germany alone. What kind of gentleman would I be?”

You grab Jack by his jacket and pull him out of the small bathroom and push him to sit down on an empty chair. You sit back on your own as you and Eggsy cross your arms over your chests.

“Do you really not trust me, Agent Whiskey? I’d never let a beautiful soul like Brandy get hurt,” Eggsy says.

“That beautiful soul is my partner. If I’m ever a goner, Brandy promised to be the one to deliver my last words.”

“Exactly. If you’re a goner. Not me.” You huff.

“I’m your partner, darlin’! I gotta return the favor, right?”

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“Jack, will you stop? I think my outfit is fine!”

“You’re showin’ too much!”

“I’m not showing anything! That’s the only problem here”

Jack continuously tries to fix and adjust your outfit, making sure everything is covered - unfortunately.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I just wanna make sure you're comfortable. Is that crime?”

You grab Whiskey’s hands, tearing them away from your outfit, and forcing him to look at you.

“Jack, it’ll be fine. I’m just going to get Eggsy into this party and my job’s done.”

Jack lets out a groan and throws his head back. “No, your job’s not done. You said you still have to stay in there and go into a room with this crime ring guy so you don’t raise any suspicion!”

“I've done it before, Jack! Why is it such a problem now?”

“There ain’t no problem” he sternly says.

“Yes, there is,” you groan out. “You’re so worked up about nothing. You were a tense mess in that office. What is it that you’re not telling me?”

Jack begins to pace around the room shaking his head. He removes his hat and chucks it on the table. You know there’s something is very bad when Jack carelessly throws his hat

“Jack! If you don’t tell me, I’ll call Champ right now and-“

His hands are suddenly cupping your cheeks. You look as Jack leans into you and droopily closes his eyes. His lips are on yours and his mustache tickles your nose. You’re in shock.

Your partner’s kissing you. The man you’ve had a crush on for what feels like decades is kissing you and you’re on such a high that you don’t kiss back. You’re scared that this may just be a daydream. You don’t want this moment to be a trick in your mind.

As he pulls away, you look at the sadness in his eyes. You’re a deer in the headlights as he shakes his head, apologizing for his actions.

“I’m so sorry. I- I just… Brandy, I just couldn’t take seeing someone actually woo you. I- I can’t lose my girl.” He rambles on and on, but is cut off by you.

You grab his face, as he did yours, and you kiss him. You kiss him and hold him tight, wishing this moment never were to end. He wraps his arms around you and deepens the kiss, mumbling please as he does so. You pull away with a final smack of the lips and smile.

“It’s about time you made a move, cowboy. Guess I really had to scare you to make you say somethin’ huh?”

“What are you on about now?”

“You really don’t know me, Jack!” You laugh out. “I don’t have to stay in a room with this guy! What am I? Crazy? I just have to help Eggsy get into this party through my contact! Then I get to have drinks on my own while Eggsy does the rest and only get involved if he messes up, which he might.”

“You’re bustin’ my balls, ain’t ya.”

“Nope. Since you’re here, we can have drinks all night until Eggsy’s done. If he messes up, that’s where our teamwork comes in.”

“So… you ain’t got your eye on this kid?”

“Well he’s attractive, yes. But I would’ve rather paired up with techie genius Ginger than work with a cowboy who can’t seem to focus on a mission when there’s people to flirt with around, if I didn’t like you.”

“I do not flirt with everyone.”

You scoff and smirk at the cowboy. “Would you like me to read out our ever-so-growing list of incidents?”

He places a chaste kiss on your forehead and you smile.

“No…”

“username playlist” - name a song for each letter of your username

I- ... listen... thank you for the tag @ohnopoe this is going to be a long one... let’s begin! I just put my spotify on shuffle and went in order so... pls don’t judge me 😭

M: Monsters - All Time Low (feat. Demi Lovato and blackbear)

U: Under the Rose - H.I.M

D: Doin’ What Comes Natur’lly - Dinah Shore

H: Hammer to Fall - Queen

O: One, Two Step - Ciara (feat. Missy Elliot)

R: Roses (Imanbek Remix) - SAINt JHN

N: Needed Me - Rihanna

C: Coupons - Witt Lowry

H: Heroes - Hollywood Vampires

R: Radioactive - Imagine Dragons

O: Overboard - Justin Bieber (feat. Jessica Jarrell)

N: Nowhere - MKTO

I: I Won’t Say (I’m In Love) - Hercules Soundtrack

C: Cómo Te Va Mi Amor - Los Horóscopos de Durango

L: Love - Keyshia Cole

E: Energy - Natalie (feat. Baby Bash)

S: She Will Be Loved - Maroon 5

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I SHOULDNT BE FEELING THIS WAY WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE’S BEEN TRYING TO PLAN IM GOING TO CRY IF ITS WHAT I THINK IT IS BC MY HEART WOULDNT BE ABLE TO TAKE IT 😭❤️

Take Me To Church: 14

Rating: Explicit (also angst, I’m sorry)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: THE HOUR

“Wake up, girl”, Din whispers and you almost think you’re still dreaming; that low, soothing voice in your ear. The cool air from the bedroom seeps in under your covers as he peels them back and you frown at the loss of heat until he slides in next to you; his nude body radiating it.

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THE OLD LADY IS A FREAK I LOVE IT OMG ITS THEM IN THE FUTURE AAAAHHH OMG

I don’t know if you haven’t written this yet but this gif made me think of joining the ‘Mile High Club’ with Frankie

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader

Warnings: SMUT - some silly, fun, and kinda awkward sex

A/N: So I wasn’t sure if you meant on his helicopter or what because I’ve already written something about that but I did something different here and I hope you like it!

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“Are you excited?” you asked Frankie as you squeezed his hands.

“Of course I am. I’m going on vacation with my baby...finally!” He said loudly and a few people turned to him making you giggle.

“Hawaii, can you believe it? I’ve always wanted to go and now I get to go with you and I’m so happy.” You kissed his hand and then his lips.

“You keep kissing me like that we’ll be christening that hotel room before we’re even able to unpack.” He gave you a quick kiss then sat back.

“The plane hasn’t even taken off yet and you’re talking about that?” You looked around then leaned in closer to him. “Don’t make me punish you, Francisco.” You kissed his cheek then sat back.

He grinned and shook his head. “This is gonna be the best fucking vacation ever. We may never leave the room...”

“Frankie!” you whispered, hitting his arm. He chuckled and took your hand again, looking down at it when he felt you squeezing.

“You nervous, babe?” he asked, turning his head to look at you.

“Taking off always makes me nervous.” Just the sound of the engines got louder and you closed your eyes. You sat back as far as you could, pressing yourself against the seat until you felt like you would go through it.

“I’m right here. Keep holding my hand.” The plane picked up speed and you squeezed his hand tighter.

“Sorry, am I hurting you? I’m sorry.” You took a few deep breaths.

“Nope, I’m good. Squeeze as hard as you need to.”

“Are we in the air--” You stopped speaking as you felt the plane lift off the ground. “Okay!”

“Yup. We’re all good, babe. Breathe.” He rubbed your knuckles. “You don’t act like this when I fly with you.”

“I know. Shut up.” You still couldn’t open your eyes.

“Wanna make out? It’ll take your mind off this...” he joked.

You opened your eyes and looked at him, exasperated. “Really, Frankie?”

“Got you to open your eyes,” he said proudly.

“You tricked me.” You pouted.

“Worked, didn’t it?” He smiled but you kept pouting. “C’mere. Gimme a kiss. I’m sorry, baby.” He kissed you then looked out the window. “Beautiful.”

“In your element,” you said with a smile.

“Yup.” When he looked at you again, he could see that your eyes were heavy with sleep. “You were up early this morning. Try to get some sleep, okay? I’ll be right here.”

“Promise?” you yawned.

“Promise.”

When you woke up, Frankie was looking at you with a big smile on his face. “Hey, sleepyhead.”

“Hey,” you croaked. “Are we almost there?”

“Nope.” He shook his head.

“Hmph.” You sat quietly for a little while then leaned over him to look out the window. “I guess it is kinda nice.” You felt Frankie’s hand on your back rubbing in small, comforting circles.

“We still got a few hours to go,” he told you, sneaking his hand under your shirt. You looked up at him then at the lady across from you.

“Careful, now...”

“I got an idea,” he whispered.

“What kind of idea?” You sat up and looked at him suspiciously.

“We can...you know...” He nodded in the direction of the bathrooms.

“You have to use the bathroom? Go.” You were about to move for him but he grabbed your thigh.

“I’ll go then you follow a few minutes after,” he suggested. You thought about it for a minute then your eyes went wide.

“Francisco Morales, are you crazy?!” you whispered.

He grinned. “Maybe.” He sighed when you looked like you were going to say no. “Babe, c’mon, we’re going on a trip we never thought we’d be able to and like...when will we ever be able to do this again?” He poked out his lips and blinked at you with those big brown eyes.

“...dammit Frankie...” You looked around again. “Fine. Go before I change my mind.”

“Really?” He hit the armrest excitedly then stood up and walked past you to get to the aisle and to the bathroom.

“A few minutes...a few minutes like what? Three minutes? Five minutes?” you asked yourself. You tapped on the chair nervously, impatiently. To tell the truth, you were actually pretty excited. You turned and smiled at the woman sitting across from you. Wouldn’t she notice that you were both gone? “Fuck,” you mumbled. You cleared you throat and stood slowly before walking to the bathroom and knocking on the door. Frankie opened it just a sliver and you made a face, pretending to be the one that opened the door, pushing in as best as you could. You were pressed to the door as Frankie reached around you to lock the door.

“How the fuck are we gonna do anything in here?” you whispered.

“We did it in a sleeping bag before. We can do this,” he said.

“Frankie, even a sleeping bag has more space than this. I can’t even breathe. How the hell am I even gonna get my pants off?”

“You only need to take out one leg and I can just slide the panties aside,” he whispered and something about the way he said it turned you on.

“Okay...let’s go...” You reached down to unbutton your jeans. Frankie leaned back to help, pulling them down enough for you to get one leg out. “Are you-” You looked down and saw the bulge that told you he was more than ready. “I guess you are.”

“Very funny.” He kissed you before you could say anything else and you fumbled with his belt buckle before finally getting it loose. You unbuttoned and unzipped him then reached into his boxer briefs. “Oh...fuck yeah...” He looked down and watched as you pulled him out. “This is so fucking hot.” Sliding your panties aside, he licked his fingers then rubbed them up and down your slit. You clapped a hand over your mouth to moan into.

“Jesus, Frankie...” You lifted your leg as best as you could and he hiked it up around his waist more before you guided him inside you. You cried out against his shoulder, digging your fingers into the fabric of his shirt. “Right there,” you whispered.

“Yeah baby?” He moved in to kiss you at the same time you did and your teeth knocked together. “Ouch...fuck...” 

You snorted out a laugh before kissing him properly. He was pumping into you as best as he could in the limited space. “Frankie,” you whined and he thought you were saying his name because it felt good. “Fuck...Frankie...”

“You like that, huh?”

“M-My leg is cramping,” you cried, grunting in pain. “Fuck, fuck, fuck...”

“Where? Tell me where,” he breathed. You moved your head to look at your leg just as he did and your head hit his. “Ow...shit,” he groaned and when you looked at each other, you both began to laugh.

“What the fuck are we doing?” you giggled as you point to where your leg was hurting and he tried his best to massage it. His thrusts had slowed down and he pressed his forehead to yours. You both laughed quietly. “I can’t believe you made me do this.”

“You’re having fun though,” he pressed and you nodded. He kissed you gently as he pushed into your deeper and you moaned quietly against his lips.

“You feel so good,” you murmured. You touched yourself as he continued his slow and deep thrusts. He still rubbed your leg where it had cramped. With another kiss, you came around him and put both hands against the door on either side of your head to help him thrust a little harder. “Mmm right there, baby...”

“I love you,” he moaned and then he was coming, grunting and breathing heavily against your sweaty skin.

“I love you too, Frankie.” You both stilled and stood there catching your breath. “Can I put my leg down now?” you asked and Frankie chuckled as he helped you lower it.

“How’s it feeling?” He bent to help you put your leg back into the jeans, kissing a thigh sweetly.

“It’s okay. Thanks to you.” You squeezed past him to wash your hands then fix yourself up a bit. “Who’s going out first?”

“I will.” He tapped your butt and gave you one more kiss before unlocking and opening the door. You waited a few minutes again and stepped out, acting as normal as possible and taking your seat beside Frankie again. You two smiled at each other and as if the pilot knew you were back in your seats, the seatbelt sign came on because of turbulence.

“You’ll get better at it,” the sweet old lady sitting across from you said and you were certain she meant the turbulence.

“Oh, the turbulence doesn’t bother me so much,” you told her.

“No, darling, I mean what you two went and did in the bathroom,” she said and your eyes widened. “It’s okay. I won’t tell but you had a slight limp as you walked back to your seat and I’m guessing it was from a leg cramp.”

“Y-Yes, ma’am...”

“My husband and I used to do that all the time.” She smiled as she reminisced. Were you really having a conversation about this with a nice old lady who was obviously a little naughtier than you thought? “It gets better the more you do it.”

“Okay,” you squeaked, sinking down into your chair.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Frankie asked, looking at the way you had slumped in your seat.

“Nothing. I’m okay.” You smiled at him then leaned over to look out the window again, laughing to yourself quietly. “Beautiful.”

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