#triple frontier poly fic

[0celesteisthebest0]

Bonfire

Word Count: 4,075

Pairings: Will “Ironhead” Miller, Santiago “Pope” Garcia, Frankie “Catfish” Morales, and Ben “Benny” Miller x female reader. (No relationship with Benny and Will because that’s just weird and they’re siblings y’all ONLY SIBLINGS)

Warnings: hurt/comfort, descriptions of PTSD, mentions of Redfly( one mention but like a warning nonetheless), fluff? Just a whole lot of domestic feelings.

Authors Notes: !!!!!!! It’s been a minute since I’ve done one of these lol soo HI HI missed y’all! Yes this is the poly fic I’ve been working on and yes it’s a hurt/comfort! I honestly never expected to write a poly fic for these boys but it’s all thanks to my dear friend Elle that I’ve gotten attached to them! @ohheyitsokay​ has the most brilliant work relating to the poly boys and I do hope everyone goes read them rn 😌. Also ELLE our conversations related to the boys inspired me in certain section I thank you for those conversations we have together I always enjoy them!!!  AAAA okay I really like this fic and I hope y’all enjoy this!!!

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Crackling wood warmed the cool night and the sweet taste of s'mores lingered on your tongue. Nostalgia tends to prick you when you recall the smell of ash against your noise, sticking to your skin as the remnants of past bonfires blow away from your memory. 

But with them those memories get replaced with new ones, one’s where Santi and Will talk to each other about their layered history. Where Frankie listens quietly, drinking his beer while Benny half listens and pulls out the treats for the fire.  

Benny started warming up marshmallows, the fire enveloped the treat, burning it so the outer shell was charred. You didn't know why he liked them like that but you always indulged Benny and what he wanted.

Frankie placed another log for the fire to burn, the ash poked your nose but at least it warmed you. Well it could’ve warmed you better, the coldness still tinged your fingertips so on instinct you hovered your hands over the flames. Coldness like this wasn’t the norm in the past weeks but it seemed that the temperature was changing once again. Even the soft cotton long shirt you wore did nothing for the shivers and as the wood cracked you decided to deal with the cold. 

“I think I need a thicker sweater.” you grumbled to yourself, moving off of the plastic chair that took forever to get comfortable in. Frankie hummed and shook his head.

“Baby come here,” he set his beer down and you got closer to the three of them huddled up. “Sit on my lap, I’ll warm you up.”

The chair he was sitting on was another one of those cheap plastic ones that could snap at any second. You made a face at him and he gave you a bright grin, displaying his dimple, and that bright twinkle in his eye being highlighted by the fire. 

“I got strong thighs,” that’s what made you laugh. 

“Don’t I know it Frankie but let me get that sweater,” you grinned and his skin found yours slowly, getting you to focus on him for a second.

“Let me get it for you,” he lifted himself from the chair, “Take my spot, these two are yapping my ear off.”

“You like our stories ‘fish!” Santi replied to Frankie’s joke, Frankie just slipped away with a big grin on his face. “He likes our stories,” Santi reiterated to you and his hand went to squeeze your knee.

“I like your stories too,” you hum and his eyes brighten slightly. He nudged Will communicating with him with raised eyebrows and Will just shook his head. 

“You really gonna tell her that one…” Will muttered while drinking his beer and staring at the fire somewhat melancholic.

“If it's the lemon story, you should definitely tell it,” Benny replied while putting a burnt marshmallow between the piece of chocolate and the graham cracker. 

“Benny…”

“We aren’t arguing about my marshmallows again. Tell your story Santi,” Benny shut down the conversation with a crunch from the graham cracker. Santi huffed but started the story with a small grin and describing a younger Frankie that you hadn’t had the luxury to meet. 

It was full of a lot of unnecessary descriptions that only Santi would really see and he added in little ramblings between his thoughts. Stories branching from one place to another but you loved it either way. The best part of it in your opinion was the faces of Benny and Will as the rambling between the main story happened. 

Benny would get him to ramble more and Will just sat there with a fond smile on his face as the story got lost into different thoughts. As Santi got into the topic once again Frankie emerged from the door with your hoodie in hand, his wide smile as he approached turned into a sigh.

“I didn’t bite into the skin of the lemon Santiago, stop telling everyone I did that,” he was supposed to sound annoyed but you didn’t find it convincing. He handed you your hoodie and kissed the top of your head. 

“Wasn’t gonna say that,” Santi replied with a pout and Frankie brought the other chair closer to the four of you. Frankie continued to grin from Santi’s continuance of insinuating that the lemon was what got Frankie and Santi to become friends. 

You looked as the pair bickered like a married couple and ultimately started to laugh from how ridiculous they were being, Santi offered him something to drink and Frankie nodded. 

Conversation continued from there, lots of asking of how everyone’s weeks have been, little things that the group have been meaning to tell each other. It was nice to hear about the little things that Frankie found joy in at work. 

From there thoughts and other stories melded together, the passage of time not at all linear as everyone enjoyed their time together. 

Benny captivated the group’s attention with a story about the local critters, talking about a particularly hungry raccoon rummaging through the garbage late at night. The only person who didn’t seem as invested in the story was Will. He seemed to be transfixed in the flames of the bonfire, engulfing the wood and burning it into ash and dust. 

His jaw was tense, squared in thought. He didn’t seem to notice the giggles from the others but he did notice your worried stare. Will gave you a tight smile in return and you frowned at his need to cover up what was bothering him.

“I'm gonna turn in,” Frankie interrupted your thoughts with a soft kiss on the cheek, his warm hand rubbing your shoulder, comforting the cold that slowly took over your form once again. “Don’t listen to everything Santi says, alright baby,” he winked at you and you played along.

“Malo…” Santi muttered under his breath as Frankie ruffled Benny’s hair before going inside. Benny stared at the door humming at the thought of going inside but turned to you with a small grin. You knew he wanted to say something before joining Frankie in bed for the night. 

“You heard the lemon story before, haven't you,” Benny whispered the question into your ear with giddy laced in his tone. He noticed.

He always noticed things like this and you were secretly glad that he figured out the small secret that you kept to yourself. Santiago Garcia liked to tell stories, to the point that he would repeat his favorites. You wouldn’t interrupt him when he did, you simply nodded and grinned when he smiled so brightly from your attention. 

“Maybe,” you responded to Benny who grinned, “I like how he tells them.”

“I do too,” he kissed your jaw and your heart skipped a beat and he lifted himself from the chair and yawned loudly. “I’m gonna go cuddle with Frankie, getting a bit cold for my liking.” 

“I’ll join you two in a minute, my knees are acting up,” Santi hummed as he rubbed the muscles of his knees. The heat from the fire no longer being a comforting warm but a dull sensation, most likely causing Santi’s knees to experience pain. Benny wordlessly walked over and offered him a hand, knowing that he’d be better inside than outside. 

“You two coming in, the fire is just about out,” Benny pulled Santiago up and both of them turned towards you and Will. 

“I’m alright, I’ll see you inside,” Will said somewhat clipped and Benny stared at him momentarily knowing that something was up. “Night Ben, night Pope,” he added, still staring at the flames that were slowly dying down. 

“I’m gonna stay for a bit,” you hoped that your stare conveyed that you were gonna talk to him. The other two left wordlessly, Santi kissing your forehead before he vanished inside. 

There were two empty chairs between the two of you and you started moving toward him slowly, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts that were intertwined with the fires. 

“Is this seat taken,” you pointed to the one that Santi was using and he just shook his head, not giving you a verbal confirmation. You plopped down to the seat, staring at his tense jaw and insistent need to look at the ashes that the fire left. Only sparks of ember remained, the flame that warmed you was extinguished. “Are you alright Will?” 

He stayed quiet from the question but he did unclench his jaw which you saw as a victory in some form.

“Did the others notice?” You frowned when he asked the question but he continued. “Did they notice that something was wrong.” 

His voice faltered slightly and he immediately tried to reign the emotion in. Will had his tell when something was wrong.

All of them did but Will’s would start quiet, a stagnant noise in a dark forest waiting for something to crack. It would only burst when he pent it up for too long.

You’ve only seen it once, it was when you first started this relationship with him, with the others. It was difficult to interlink their lives in such a romantic sense, so a lot of issues of communication happened. You are happy to say that the five of you are better at it now but things like this still happen. Closing off emotions was a rare phenomenon but it doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.

Or that it didn’t matter.

The comfort of Will mattered to you and right now he was so tense you were afraid that he was going to pop.

“Is it a bad thing if they did notice?” You didn’t say the question out of sour intentions. You wanted him to get out of whatever thought process his brain was feeding him through questions.

His eyes meet yours, bright blue eyes that are no longer filled with ash. It took him a minute to respond.

“No it isn’t.”

Out of habit you placed your hand on his chair, not on him in case he was sensitive to someone touching him.

“Do you want to talk about what’s bothering you?” It left your lips soft and uncertain but you hoped it comforted him. 

Cold winds whipped around you two and his sigh was carried by it.

“I don’t like bonfires,” he muttered while looking at the burned wood. “Hate the smell, hate how it sticks to you…” he didn’t continue but you assumed that there were more reasons he didn’t feel comfortable doing this. 

There was another silence between the two of you, your eyes were still focused on Will’s stoic face that was covered with a fluorescent light. The outdoor light shined on you two as this moment of stagnant silence continued. It wasn’t that you didn’t know what to say, it was more that you wanted him to know he could keep going if he wanted to. Maybe you were making him more nervous with this bout of silence. 

“If they make you uncomfortable then we won’t do them anymore,” you stated with no further arguments on the statement and he breathed in hard. 

“Sweetheart, I don't want you to walk on eggshells around me- I’ll get over this,” you frowned from that statement.

“Comfort is a two way street Will. If you are uncomfortable with something we stop doing it,” you continued even though his jaw tensed up again. “Being uncomfortable is something that happens but this is something else, isn’t it?” 

It was a topic all of them had issues with… you saw the aftermath riddled across their faces when the topic of the situation they got into reared its head. Certain things would bother them and the way to avoid those reactions was to remove it in its entirety, remove the trigger before it could do it’s damage. 

“I thought I could power through it…the others were enjoying it so why couldn’t I?” He sighs again, rubs his hand against his beard. 

“It affects everyone in different ways,” you muttered, his hand reaching out for yours. Even with the cold, Will radiates warmth. “They’re gonna understand.”

There’s a moment where he’s trying to list out if that statement was correct. The analytical part fighting with the more critical part of him. He blinks away any more thoughts and just squeezes your hand, muttering something about your cold fingers. Will pulled you closer to him, his forehead touching yours and even though his hands were warm his cheeks tinged of the chilly weather.

“Let's get you warmed up,” it was his version of thank you. He lifted himself from the chair and pulled you up with him, seamlessly he pulled you close, kissing the top of your head. He held your hand as you walked into the house, the warm lights of the kitchen highlighted Santiago’s curls. 

“You two alright?” He was fixing up a drink for himself, hopefully something that wasn’t caffeinated, he’s had too much of that today. 

“ ‘M doing better…I’ll tell you later Santi I’m tired” Will patted Santi's back, letting go of your hand but his warmth didn’t leave your fingertips. “I’m gonna change-Frankie in the room.”

Santi pointed towards the living room where the T.V light showed a sleepy Catfish and Benny sprawled on the couch. You couldn’t help but grin from the sight. “I bet he’s gonna knock on the couch again and complain about his back.”

You lightly smacked Santiago’s shoulder from his comment and he gave you a kiss in apology and popped two ibuprofen for his knees. 

“You gonna turn in for the night, Iron?” Frankie called, eyes still dropping due to the fact that half of his body was covered by Benny’s. 

Will hesitated slightly as he walked off to the room, but he responded with a quiet voice. 

“Nah…I’m just gonna take a shower to get rid of the smell,” you stared at his tense back, “I’ll join you and Ben on the couch in a minute.” 

Your worries dissipated with that statement and with that you decided to find a place on the couch. Frankie welcomed you with open arms and you quickly removed the hoodie in favor of the warmth that he radiated. His hands reached for you and quickly brought you to his chest. You didn’t pay attention to what documentary was on instead your sole focus was on the soft features of Frankie. Santi found a place beside Benny as you snuggled close to Frankie.

The energy you had for the day slowly depleted with his soft touch, the humming of conversations hit your ears but it felt more like a lullaby than actual words. So many things happen in such a small time that it tends to sweep you up and worry, with them it’s always easier. 

Of course you worry about them when the time comes but they reassure you when it does happen and you always knew that open conversations will happen. 

The sensation you felt with them was warmer than any bonfire could be, warmness that could usher you to sleep in a matter of minutes. Rubbing your face against Frankie’s chest was all that you needed from life. 

You could feel the vibrations of his voice while he quietly murmured something to Benny. It was a white noise that you could rely on. The couch sank near your left side causing you to startle slightly but you sank back in the embrace of Frankie. Will’s hand rested on your thigh, squeezing it slightly as an apology.

“What are we watching,” Will muttered to what you thought was Frankie but it could be you. 

“A movie,” you muttered, eyes still closed.

A snort escaped Will's throat, “ ‘ppreciate you sweetheart.”

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Will took the day off today. He saw it as the sensible decision considering his feelings from yesterday loomed over him.

Even with that shower that smell lingered and it kept sending him back to the tops of the mountain, trying to find warmth. Trying to find a way back home after the problems that continued to pile up. Trying to keep warm no matter what…even if it meant burning money in the case of Benny and the others.

How the scent of burnt paper stayed on his skin like the sin of what they did never washed away. How he didn’t react when his friend passed. How the waves didn’t clean them of the scent and how all he smells is ash.

The fires fill the air with ash and he just feels polluted by the thoughts of that trip. 

They’ve talked about it extensively but he hates it when something so small and minuscule like a smell brings him back.

He’s grown from this…so why is he back at square one.

“Will-“ it was a mere echo against his thoughts up until Frankie’s hand reached for his shoulder. He was yanked back to the present immediately and the tension of his shoulders grew.

“Fuck… sorry I-“ he didn’t know what to say or what to do.

“Hey, it's alright, I’m right here.” Frankie moved his hand from him and the tension waned from his shoulders. “You want a minute.”

“No. I’m alright ‘fish,” Frankie raised his brows at him and he relented. “Last night was rough for me is all.”

Will loosened his grip from the kitchen counter and turned towards his forgotten coffee mug. It was teetering off the ledge as he grabbed it. 

“You seemed quiet last night…I just chalked it up to work,” Frankie responded, scratching his chin. “What’s bothering you?”

“The smells…” 

There was a part of him that felt silly for admitting that something of this degree would affect him so much but he knew Frankie would understand.

“Oh,” it seemed like he connected the dots quickly and leaned on the counter, somewhat close to Will. 

“I know, I’m not back there but just the smell sets me off,” he set down the coffee he doesn’t remember brewing for himself. His mind kept pushing things back and forth from his memory and taunting them towards him, Frankie rested his hand on his shoulder.

“It’s alright, you’re alright we aren’t there,” he remarked rubbing the tension from his shoulder. “I know what you mean Will.”

“I’ll manage, I'm just dealing with it,” Will reaffirms while taking a sip from the barely warm coffee. The bitter taste gave him small bits of energy for the day. 

“Will,” Frankie said in a tone Will recognized as ‘cut the bullshit and just talk to me.’ 

“What can I say Frankie I can’t do anything about it-“ he stopped from continuing and took a slow breath to even himself from the burning feeling in his throat. “No use in dwelling.”

He was over the hump in some way or at least he thought he was. In the end of the day he…was not that warrior that he once thought he was anymore. He was just… him now. 

Maybe…

He pinched his brows trying to quiet his mind for the moment and file those thoughts another time and organize them to a degree where he wasn’t stagnant at the constant and consistent feeling of smoke and ash on his skin.

“Hey,” Frankie said, barely above a whisper to not overwhelm any other thoughts that looped through his mind and muttered a familiar phrase. “I ain’t going anywhere, I’m right here Will.”

“I know…I know. I feel a little bad is all,” he admitted sheepishly for not wanting to admit that. He just didn’t want them to walk on eggshells around him but from the look on Frankie's face he obviously didn’t mind. Frankie’s hand reached for his and squeezed it, silently reassuring him.

“What's the thing you always say…” His lips pouted to the side, deep in thought. “Best way to deal with this is talk it out and-” 

“Breathe,” how could he forget. Frankie’s hand grazed the one that was still tightly holding his cup of coffee. With the graze of his fingers he loosened the grip on the mug and Frankie quickly stole it from him.

“We aren’t gonna have a bonfire in a while but whenever we do we take things at your pace.” A sigh escaped Will’s throat and he nodded, absently staring at the amount of dishes that were piled up from yesterday’s activities. “When did you go to sleep last night?” 

Will scrunched his face and tried to recall last night, memories muddied against each other. Past and present coexisting. He remembered that you turned in after a couple of minutes of the nature documentary ‘Fish put on to ease his mind. Santiago soon joined you after a particularly interesting scene regarding lizards. 

“After two episodes of that british crime show,” Frankie did his best to remember the lists of shows Will would watch but it was just easier for Will to describe them like that. 

“Ah, and aren’t those episodes like fifty minutes each,’ his bright brown eyes stared at him wide. 

“What are you getting at “Fish.”

“Sleep a couple more hours, is what I mean. You look tired and this coffee sure as hell won’t help you,” Frankie sipped the mug with a grimace but continued to do so even if it wasn’t sitting right with his stomach. He was uneasy about leaving all these dishes for Frankie to do and not to mention the mess they left in the backyard. They still needed to clean the back and the bonfire pit. 

“We have a lot of shit to do today,” he muttered while pointing his chin towards the dishes. All Frankie did in reply was slowly nudge him out the kitchen. 

“Me, Benny, and Santi have a lot of shit to do today. All you gotta do is take a nap and take care of our girl,” he winked at Will. Frankie’s fingers traced down Will’s back, sturdy fingers easing his worries. “That okay with you, bright eyes?”

Will smiled at Frankie and easily relented, there was no fighting with Frankie, not listening to him was a poor decision. He learned his lesson with that early on. 

“Don’t hurt yourself alright,” he stated while slowly opening their shared room. He was sure that Frankie responded with something snarky but it was dull to his ears when he entered the peace of their room. You were still huddled up in a mess of blankets, all those blankets couldn’t replicate the three warm bodies that you shared a bed with. 

Your smell was the first thing that hit his senses as he sank on the bed. Almost immediately he brought you close to him, needing to remember the smells of sweetness, of the laundry detergent they use, of anything and everything that reminded him of you. Not of ash and smoke filling his head, clouding his judgments.

The blankets were tangled between your limbs, hands reaching out for him in your half asleep state. Smoke no longer filled his mind, the lists of things to do and feelings to understand fell into the background. The serene sensation of warmth bubbled within him and it was only heightened with your sleepy state. 

Will did his best not to move, not wanting to wake you from your slumber, you’ve worked so hard and being able to sleep in like this was something to not be disturbed. His fingers rubbed circles into your skin and the heat of your skin made him forget how much he was missing for not staying in bed with you in the mornings. 

“Thank you,” he murmured into your skin knowing that you wouldn’t be able to hear him or maybe you did but you seemed to be lost in your dreams. His nose rubbed against your neck, kissing every part of your skin hoping this would show you what he couldn't say through words. 

He was no longer letting those flames engulf him, the fire was a temporary object. When he has with them and with you, isn’t. As he remembered that he deeply breathed in and recalled the crackling wood from earlier and the fond moments linked with yesterday night. The soft laughter that easily slipped your lips as Santi kept teasing Benny and Frankie. 

An exhale out brought him peace and the pricks of nostalgia no longer bothered him like it did before because he was reassured by the people he cared about. 

He’ll be okay. He just needed to breathe.

#triple frontier poly fic #triple frontier #santiago garcia x reader #ben miller x reader #will miller x reader #frankie morales x reader #hurt/comfort

[pimosworld]

Company

Pairing -triple frontier boys x f!reader

Content warnings-18+,MDNI,NSFW, piv sex,oral sex, public sex,mentions of ptsd,light angst,fluff,smut. Explicit, this is an established poly relationship

Summary- sexually frustrated reader gets lost in thoughts about her boys.

wc-3.8k

Notes- this is my first fic ever so please feel free to comment with suggestions. I’ve been putting off writing for so long and I’m nervous to post but so excited. I hope you enjoy!

You’re not sure why the drive home is so quiet, Benny had won his fight after all. Even though it was off a technicality, he still won fair and square. Usually he’s buzzing with excitement after a win but right now, as you’re sandwiched between him and Santi in the backseat of the Jeep, you can tell he’s fuming. The heat radiating off his body should have long dissipated it’s been nearly an hour since he’d won.

Earlier in the locker room

“I know it’s not the way you wanted to win but we’re all still proud of you babe.”

It’s just him and you leaning against the wall inside the locker rooms. The rest of the boys are out grabbing beers, and are likely having the same conversation you’re having right now. He’s got a far away stare in his eyes that you’ve seen before, but not since your days in delta. That was years ago, and now you just want to kiss his face and tell him everything is okay. You won’t though because even though he won and he knows you always take care of him after a win, the only thing he’s said to you since you joined him in the locker room was that he didn’t want any company tonight.

It stings a little even though it shouldn’t. He’s entitled to want some space, and if you’re being honest with yourself, you are being a little selfish brat at the moment. It’s not entirely your fault when after a win he’s usually got you pressed against the lockers with your skirt bunched up around your torso, your legs wrapped around his waist and your hands on his bare shoulders. His strength after a fight is always surprising. Normally at this point, he’s holding you up with ease as he roughly fucks you against the lockers with your muffled cries of pleasure getting lost into the crook of his neck. His cock would be slammings into you over and over until you both reach your peak together. Jesus Christ you need to get a grip because you're having flashbacks about the man that is right next to you, and clearly upset.

Is your brain seriously letting you be this ridiculous? You live with 3 other men who are fully capable of keeping you company tonight. There’s just something about Benny after a fight that you can’t shake the feeling, the craving you have for him. That hungry look in his eyes when he has you laid out on the bench with his head between your thighs. He kisses your thighs and runs his tongue slowly up to your aching center,as if he’s forgotten he’s in a locker room and you most definitely can’t take your time. But he always does with you, he slowly licks your folds, his tongue feels hot compared to the cold bench on your back. The duael sensations are driving you mad. He nips at your clit and you look down at him almost in protest but those piercing blue eyes look back at you and he has this shit eating grin on his face. It’s the one you love and know when he’s being playful, he just wants to make sure you’re still here with him. He continues circling your clit with his tongue and you know you’re dripping down onto the bench beneath you. You’re desperately trying to be quiet but he adds a finger into you and you lose all train of thought as he fucks into you at a rapid pace, his tongue flicks your clit and a chill runs down your spine as you lose all sense of where you are. Your quiet whimpers have now turned into louder moans of his name.

Jesus fucking Christ you’re doing it again, get a grip. You can survive one night without Benny.

You will just have to torture one of the others with your frustrations, and how fun might that be?

As your thoughts drift back to the present, you’re in the car and you can see that Will has fallen asleep in the front seat. He’s been training Ben all week and is likely exhausted and a bit frustrated as well with the results. Will hates technicality wins because it messes with his overall record. Ben has been fighting for so long now it’s mostly knockouts across the board. Will is calculated and calm, he always has been. He’s the perfect trainer to juxtapose Benny’s fired up demeanor.

He was very calculated just two mornings ago when he fucked you in the kitchen. You both had a restless night sleep so you found yourselves bright and early in the kitchen enjoying your coffee together like a domestic couple in the suburbs. Except you weren’t a domestic couple by any means were you? No, both of you are in a full on relationship with 3 other people, both e your black coffee in your shared home at 5 am because you both had nightmares ( you all have nightmares) from your time in delta, and from your various other illegal activities after leaving the service.

You hate the restless nights but you love mornings like this, where the two of you, and sometimes all five of you,can enjoy your black coffee in silence, like the silent trained killers that you are (were?). That doesn’t matter, that’s just a joke between you and Santiago anyway.

“Are you done with your coffee?” Will asks with that sultry drawl of his voice still lazy with the lack of sleep.

You don’t answer but you slowly set your cup down on the granite countertop. He tilts his head and levels you with those blue eyes you’ve grown to love over the years. He’s let his hair grow out since leaving the service and his beard comes in nicely just slightly darker than his blonde hair that you love to pull when things get intimate. He stalks towards you in his gray sweatpants and crisp white, and too tight, t-shirt. You still haven’t answered him as he cages you against the cold counter top. You can feel the hard press of his cock against your abdomen in your thin oversized army T shirt. Is it yours? You’re not even sure anymore, it’s probably Frankie’s shirt but Will doesn’t care. He obviously doesn’t mind sharing.

He slowly grabs the hem of the shirt, his fingers dancing against your thighs. He raises his eyebrow at you asking for permission because of course it’s Will. You take his hands away from your shirt and quickly toss it over your head as it lands somewhere to your left to be found later. He stills in front of you taking in your naked form.

“ No panties or bra?” He asks you another question as if you’ve answered the first question.

What was the first question? He wastes no time lifting you onto the cold counter top. He kisses your neck and slowly drags his tongue down the line until he reaches your nipple, taking his time sucking and using his hand to grab the other breast and squeeze, brushing his thumb across your nipple. Your whole body is alight with goosebumps now, and pretty much anytime, Will ever touches you.

Before you can finish recanting your thoughts of the other morning you’re rudely interrupted by Santi poking you in the rib.

“Ouch what the fuck!”

“Calm down Honey I barely poked you!”

Even in the darkness of the car you can see his piercing gaze and his shit eating grin.

“Yeah, I’m trying to figure out why you poked me?” You say sassier than you wanted and return the grin in favor with slightly more of a smile than you wanted .

Frankie chimes in from the drive’rs seat

He asked you a question? When? You can’t even remember with your thoughts so caught up in fantasizing about the men you lived with.

“Hermosaaaaa, are you still with us?” Frankie’s eyes are somehow on you in the rear view mirror and paying attention to the road at the same time.

“We’ll I’ve got your attention now so I’ll ask again” Pope says in a bit of high pitched annoyance. “Which one of us is your favorite?”

You scoff at the idea that you would even answer let alone think that this stupid question is what pulled you from your thoughts of you and Will the other morning.

“ Do you actually think she would answer that?” Ben chimes in from beside you and you notice some of the heat and annoyance has dissipated from his demeanor.

He now seems more relaxed, shoulders less tense. You relax a little at the sight of your Benny returning to you. Still, you will give him his space tonight because he asked and you will always respect their space. That’s the only way this all works…respect.

“ You know I’m not answering that, and besides you all annoy me with equal vigor so I couldn’t possibly have a favorite.””.

Without turning to face Santi, you dart out your right hand to poke him in the ribs but he catches your wrist and stops you full force. You wouldn’t dare turn your head to see the fucking Cheshire Cat smiling back at you in the darkness of the car. You already know he’s proud of himself because his chuckling is reverberating through your hand that he still has clasped in his grip.

He leans in real close to your ear ( not helping your predicament) you can smell the musky cologne and the faint smell of beer.

“Ah ah ah, gotta be quicker than that,” he says playfully, still sensing your annoyance.

You rip your wrist out of his grasp and huff in frustration, as you glance back at the front seat and see Will still sound asleep. It warms your heart because sleep is hard to come by sometimes, and Will could certainly use some shut-eye.

So you’re obviously checking Will off your list of who will be your victim tonight. Between his long week and the way Frankie drives, anyone was bound to fall asleep.

Your thoughts perk up thinking of Frankie, as you watch him drive with such ease and control. The broadness of his shoulders as he lazily turns the wheel onto a familiar street. He always has such control when it comes to anything besides you. He would gladly lose control for you. Just the thought of the first time you saw him fly a helicopter can make you cum. That’s what attracted you to him in the first place. Although you couldn’t believe how you had managed to be placed in delta force with the four hottest men in the world. it wasn’t really fair. You supposed that Tom kept things equal, statistically speaking, being the least attractive of them all.

Frankie could definitely ease your frustrations tonight. He could never say no to you, it seemed there wasn’t a time when he didn’t want you. Once again you find your thoughts drifting off to the other day. It was a hot humid day in Florida. The kind you hated because everything stuck to you in all the wrong places. The sweat seems never ending on days like this and the bugs won’t leave you alone. Benny and Will were busy training at the gym and Santi was holed up in his office. You didn’t bother him on those days because you knew his mind would often take him to dark places. It had rained quite a bit the night before, and you knew the rain always brought thoughts of Columbia. He always took it the hardest and so you would leave him be for now.

That left you and Frankie to make what you could of this day and you knew he would do anything for you, and with you. The day had started off innocently enough, the two of you deciding to go to the beach.

Once you’ve arrived at the beach you quickly realize your mistake…everyone else in Florida had the same idea, and you and Frankie audibly groan at the sight of what feels likea thousand cars and a million people. Neither of you are in the mood for large crowds .

“What do you think Honey?”

You glance at Frankie in the driver’s seat and can’t help but smile. He tries so hard for you, you can see his smile lines have deepened over the years and his cap that perfectly frames his curls has faded slightly. You place your hand gently on his arm that’s gripping the steering wheel a little too tight and notice the blue shirt he’s wearing hugging his bicep.

“Let’s go home “ you try to say with conviction so that he thinks you’re not upset in the slightest.

“I feel bad we came all this way,” “ he says as he pulls onto the road and you notice his frown. You just want to pull him into a kiss so that he never makes that face again.

“ I really am enjoying watching you drive so it’s not a total waste.””. You throw a wink his way and see that smile return that you love so much. You decide to just enjoy the drive and the only breeze you’ll get all day with the windows down.

He keeps glancing over at you but you’re not sure he knows you can tell. You did wear his favorite sundress. It’s red with little blue flowers on it, t. Thin straps and a very low neckline that perfectly frames your breasts. The hem hits just above the knee, but with the way you’rer seated in the front, it’s slightly higher. He chances one more glance at you and you can’t help but tease a little.

“See something you like Morales?”

He doesn’t answer you but places his warm palm on your upper thigh. You’re both facing forward because you don’t dare look at him now, and of course he’s focused on the road. He inches his hand higher until his fingers dance across your aching center. Your breath hitches in your throat when he starts to rub circles on your clit with his calloused fingers.

“You’re so wet for me hermosa, just watching me drive get you like this?”

You don’t answer him but you slowly spread your thighs wider to give him room. He groans at the gesture and moves your panties to the side to drag a finger slowly up and down, your slick now coating his hand. He stills his movement at your slight whimper and chances a glance in your direction. Your breathing has become ragged and he watches your chest rise quickly trying to calm yourself. Reluctantly he pulls his hand away but you watch as he slowly brings his hand to his mouth and liocks his finger.

He looks back at the road and says in the most sultry tone you’ve ever heard grace his lips.

“If I don’t pull over I’m going to crash this fucking car.”

You smile to yourself, you don’t have much of an ego but it’s erotic to know how much you turn him on by just wearing a dress. They all can be very simple that way, and sometimes you find yourself drunk on the power that knowledge holds.

He drives for a while and you think maybe he was just talking but you start to not recognize your surroundings. The beach long in your rear view has now turned into long leaf pine trees, the smell is intoxicating. He’s definitely taking the long way home and you don’t mind at all. Before you can get caught up in scenery you notice he’s pulled off the main road, he nestled the Jeep between some trees. Just enough cover you think for what he has planned.

Between the nearly illegal tint on the Jeep and the trees you have plenty of privacy, although at the moment you don’t really care with how keyed up you are just from his fingers. Something about them being a vet lets them evade the tickets they would normally get for the darker than limo tint on the windows.

He carefully takes the keys out of the ignition, still not looking at you and carefully sets them in the cup holder. He slides his seat back to give you room (you assume). A comfortable silence falls between the two of you. Something you’re grateful for amongst all of them. They always make you feel comforted without speaking. Yyou can be yourself and just sit in the silence. Their presence is a blanket of protection that washes over you each and every day.

“Come here” he says in his low, husky tone. ,iIt’s not a question, but more of a command.

In less time than it takes you to blink you’re in his lap, your thighs on either side of his. You make quick work of his belt and he lifts you with him to slide his pants down. Each time you see his impressive length it takes your breath away. Frankie usually takes his time working you up but you’re already so wet you don’t want to waste anymore time, or risk getting caught. He gasps at the touch of your soft hand as you line yourself up to slide down his cock. The stretch has you both panting like you’ve run for miles. You rest your head against his broad chest, while he grips your waist as tight as he was holding the steering wheel just moments ago.

“Pleas-“ you both pant in unison. Which causes a chuckle from both of you. Neither of you know what you’re asking of the other. Is he asking you to move? Are you asking him to move?

Suddenly a sharp pain in your ribs has ripped you from your thoughts of Frankie and harshly thrust you back into reality, ( which you think you’re starting to lose your grip on).

“Earth to honey” Santi says in a sing-song tone.

You don’t normally mind that they call you by your call sign, it’s always sweet and endearing. Right now though, with the way Santi has interrupted your lewd thoughts not once but twice you want to break the finger that keeps poking you in the ribs.

Just as you’re about to give him a piece of your mind, you hear a loud groan from the driver’s seat.

“You good Fish?” Santi asks with concern for his best friend, the person he would do anything in the world for.

“Ya hermano it’s fine, it’s just my back is killing me and I’m ready to get home and lay out.”

You internally groan…well shit Frankie is off the list of victims. You would never disturb him on a night where he’s in pain. You all have been through the ringer between the service and your post service activities, and it’s definitely taken a toll on your bodies…some more than others.

You turn to look at Santi and resume your conversation about what his problem is with your ribs when suddenly it dawns on you.

He should’ve been your chosen victim from the start, he’s always so smug and you rarely get the chance to return the favor of him edging you for what can seem like hours. It usually doesn’t take much temptation from you to get him going.

You slowly start to slide your hand up his thigh, running your fingers along the seam of his tight jeans that always show off his great ass. You’re inching higher and without looking at you, you can tell he’s letting you as he slowly spreads his leg. You palm at his half hard cock through his jeans and you hear a low groan from somewhere deep in his throat.

You just want to tease him until you get home and then you can do with him what you want for as long as you deem necessary.

He adjusts his feet to give you more room and suddenly you hear a hiss come from him. You withdraw your hand immediately, fearing that you hurt him somehow.

“Did I hurt you?” You whisper into his ear so that the others can’t hear you.

“No carinño, it’s just my knees are killing me after last night,” he says apologetically.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” you say out loud accidentally instead of in your head, like you meant to.

The look of shock and horror is etched onto Santi’s face and you just want the car to swallow you whole. You glance at Frankie in the rear view mirror and he has a look of concern and shock as well. You look to your right at Benny and the look of amusement is spread wide across his face. At least something good has come out of your outburst . It seems that the Benny you know and love is back and is loving the predicament you’ve most certainly got yourself into.

He crosses his arms and levels you with a grin and he just knows somehow where your thoughts have been this entire trip home.

“Care to share your thoughts with the class hermosa?” Frankie says slightly less concerned, now that he can see the embarrassment written across your face.

“No,no it’s fine….I’m fine, I’ll be okay “ you’re trying to convince yourself. “I just need a really cold shower.””. You say as you let your head drop onto Benny’s shoulder.

“Well we’re almost home, do you think you can survive until then? He asks now completely amused with this whole situation that he’s clearly missed because he’s been safely trying to get you all home.

Probably not, you think to yourself this time instead of saying it out loud.

Who could survive being surrounded by these four men who on any occasion you could have your way with yet tonight, as if it’s some horrible joke, you can’t have any of them. You start to think that you’re being a bit of a brat again, but you’re too far gone to care.

You feel like a fairytale gone horribly wrong, instead of Snow White and the seven dwarves it’s Honey and the four mercenaries. Mopey, Sleepy, Achey, and Breaky.

You’re now audibly laughing and concern washes over the car again.

“What did I miss, what’s so funny?” Will chimes in from the front seat, now wide awake.

“Nothing, I just think we broke her.” Santi states from beside you, careful to watch your movements for any sudden jabs to the rib. He thinks your laughter is a distraction to sneak attack him but you’ve long forgotten all about him interrupting your thoughts.

As Frankie turns the last corner onto your street, you silently resign to yourself.

You’ll just have to keep your own company tonight.

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[whatthefishh]

Feed Your Ego

I was going to name this 3 Is My Favourite Number but I thought that was too on the nose lol. Instead I listened to Ego by Raye one too many times while writing this so-

Possibly the sluttiest thing I've ever written. Inspired by that tiktok of Santi and Frankie walking to the beat and making eye contact - you know the one.

NSFW Warnings: PinV (x2), creampie(x2), poly(?), PWP like literally what fucking plot, M/F/M, reader is fem, use of the word 'daddy', slight edging

(My face while writing these warnings as if I wasn't the one who wrote this thing 0.0)

The drag of Santiago’s hard cock through your quivering channel is all you can feel, the rest of your nerves essentially numb to the way he’s hitting your cervix on each hard thrust. It doesn’t help that he’s spewing absolute filth at you while doing so, palms pressing on your thighs, bending you in half at the middle.

“Louder, baby, let me hear you, let him hear you,” Santi groans as your moans escalate past recognition. “Oh, you liked that? She liked that, Fish.”

You clench down on his dick again as he continues thrusting, Frankie’s face coming into view above you as you lay in the center of the bed. 

“Wait your fuckin’ turn, Fish,” he growls at Frankie. You want to say something snarky back, something about how this was his idea to begin with and he can’t go acting all possessive now when you’re in the middle of coming for the third time that night. The first two times were on each of their faces; Frankie apparently had wanted to taste you the minute Santiago suggested this whole thing. 

Frankie only smiled at Santi’s remark. His hands came up to pull yours down from their place on Santi’s biceps, where you were gripping him like a lifeline, his hands encircling your wrists to pin them down next to your head. 

“You look so good like this, querida,” Frankie says quietly, his lips brushing the shell of your ear causing goosebumps to break out. 

Your reaction wasn’t lost on Santiago, who seemed to have taken this as a motivator to start fucking you with increased vigor, your breasts bouncing with every thrust, his thumb finding its way to your clit as he pressed up against something wonderful inside you. Before you knew it, you were coming, eyes closing in the wake of the burning white ecstasy it left you shaking with, hands still pinned down. You felt a soft touch on your neck and shoulder, repeatedly pressing down, only realizing belatedly that it was Frankie leaving feather light kisses on you. 

With a few more erratic thrusts, Santi’s hips stalled as he filled you up with his cum, groaning loudly with his head hanging back as he found his release. As he pulled out, Frankie let go of your hands, your body curling in on itself on instinct to keep him inside the way you know he likes. 

The boys were talking as you slowly came back to yourself, their voices blending together in their low tones. Your eyes adjusted and focused on Frankie, his face coming closer as he cupped your cheek, lips moving in quiet praise. 

“You okay, gorgeous? Still wanna continue?” he asked softly. 

“Uh-huh,” you managed with a short nod. 

It was clear enough for him, kissing your nose before flipping you over and adjusting your body to his liking. You landed on your knees, head resting on your folded arms with your ass in the air. Frankie’s hands came up to massage and pull at your cheeks, cupping them before spreading them to watch as Santi’s spend dribbled out of your puffy pussy. 

“Jesus, Pope, this is a lot,” Frankie scoffed. He wasn’t going to need any extra lubrication it seemed. 

When Frankie lined up his dick, after catching the bits that leaked out with his tip, he started to push in, only for you to moan and try to wiggle away from him. Putting pressure on your lower back to keep you in place, he continued to push forward slowly as you turned your head to moan into the sheets. 

“What’s wrong, baby? Thought you couldn’t wait to have ‘Big Dick Morales’?” Santiago laughed at your attempts to escape, fingers twisting the bedding. Cooing at you, he lifts your chin up as Frankie bottoms out, placing soft kisses on your face. “How does he feel, hermosa? Tell me.”

“Yeah, tell him how good I’m stretching you out,” Frankie pulls all the way out, the drag of him still slightly burning but his thrusts back in pull out a punched out breath from you on every pass. 

And even though you’re so wet and stretched from Santi, you find yourself still struggling to take Frankie. Santi continues to hold your face as you whimper and pant into his mouth, listening to your pleasure build. 

He couldn’t help but feel the stirrings of desire once again at seeing you look so fucked out so soon by his best friend. The crinkle of your brow as you bit down on your bottom lip, the shaky breaths you were letting out, fingers grabbing, clenching, twisting the sheets tighter and tighter. 

Kissing you again before letting go of your face, he leans back against the headboard, tired from his efforts. His cock sat between his outstretched legs, your face not too far from his as Frankie continued to fuck into you, his movements jostling you forward on each stroke. 

Frankie slaps your ass to bring you back to the present, and you briefly remember his demand, calling out to Santi,”so good, he feels so good.”

Your eyes meet his even as you grip the bedding, Santiago’s eyes flicking back and forth between yours and behind you, likely meeting Frankie’s searing gaze, before settling on yours with his brows resting heavy on his face. His cock stirs at the sight again, slowly coming back to full mast at the way you keep eye contact. 

Santi gets an idea.

“Look how pretty she is, Francisco, takes your cock so well-”

“Fuck, Pope-”

“No, keep fucking her Frank, but she has to keep her eyes on me, though, or else you stop, got it?”

Frankie groans at his words, gripping your hips a little tighter, thrusts a little harder, “Fuck!”

He starts pounding into you with wild abandon, your eyes threatening to close at the new wave of pleasure assaulting your senses but the commanding look in Santiago’s eyes as he raises his eyebrows challengingly at you keeps them open. You could feel yourself dripping down your thighs, Santi’s spend mixed with your arousal being pushed out of you. 

Frankie’s thrusts were hitting something deep inside you, the drag of his length making it hard for you to breathe and you felt yourself slipping, eyes shutting for the briefest of moments. 

“Stop!”

The fucker.

Frankie grunts as he comes to a stop, pulling out of you begrudgingly. His iron grip on your body serves to show his restraint as your eyes fly open to glare at your beau.

“Please.” It doesn’t sound kind, or even remotely what you know he wants from you. 

“Please what, bebita? You closed your eyes. What did you expect?”

Frankie is breathing harshly behind you, like an animal kept behind bars. His hands flex and he lets out the softest of whines. 

“C’mon, gorgeous, be good for us,” he joins Santi in berating you. 

They fuck you til you can’t see straight and expect you to comply? Insane. Ridiculous!

Whining out of frustration, you hang your head and mutter another please and I’ll be good.

Santi tuts. You lift your head to look at him and beg again. “I promise.”

He looks to Frankie and nods with a single brow raised, looking like the devil himself. Frankie’s hands flex again as he slips easily back inside your fluttering hole, groaning out expletives while doing so.

He picks up speed rather quickly, pounding into you just right, and this time you’re determined to keep your eyes on Santi, determined to prove him wrong, to rise to the challenge he set out for you. And maybe this is why you loved him so much, because he constantly challenged you, never backing down from a fight. You did, you loved him so much-

Santiago leans forwards to cup your breast, tweaking your nipple while he gently bites down on your bottom lip and tugs on it. Your eyes fall shut of their own accord, your body being played by his dirty tricks. 

He doesn’t even say anything this time, just holds his palm up in the air and Frankie pulls out, falling into line behind Santi like a good soldier. Santi was always pulling the reins around the boys, whether it was intentional or not, but right now Frankie was as obedient as they come.

Whimpering and resting your forehead against his, the bastard laughs at you.

“I thought you wanted this, bebita. You promised you’d be good, don’t you want to come?”

Frankie leans down to press kisses between your shoulder blades, rubbing his hands up your sides soothingly while Santi gets on your last nerve. You had to swallow your pride if he was going to let you come tonight. Time to bring out the big guns.

“I-I’m sorry, daddy, I’ll be good,” you say in a soft voice, so sweet it could kill him. Opening your eyes to catch his, you watch as his eyes turn several shades darker. Cocking his head to the side, he smirks and nods at you, knowing you’ve matched his game with your own dirty play. You rarely called him ‘daddy’, only when you really wanted something and wanted to bypass his usual line of protests until he finally caved and gave in to you, as usual. 

“Okay, pretty baby, let’s try this again, hmm?” 

They must have some sort of silent communication going on because as soon as he finished speaking, Frankie rammed his cock back inside you and began a punishing pace, causing you to moan loudly. You were so pent up from before it didn’t take you any time for the coil to twist in your lower belly again at full force, Frankie’s thick girth and powerful thrusts hurtling you to the edge quickly.

In your periphery, you see Santi’s hand moving over his own hard length again, fist moving faster and faster - how long was he teasing himself for? Moaning louder at this realization, you started pushing your hips back against Frankie’s desperate to come before Santi was able to play you again. 

“Keep your eyes on me, you look so good like this. My sweet, pretty baby.” 

Your face is telling enough for him, he knows you’re close and so is Frankie by the way he’s pistoning in and out of you, gaze ultra-focused on where he’s disappearing inside you. Your moans are coming out uncontrollably now, bordering on pathetic and whiny. 

“So well behaved now, you wanna come for me?” 

Frantically, you nod. Somewhere, behind the rushing noise of your breaths and blood behind your ears, you hear Frankie groan out a fuck, please, Pope followed by a rush of rather harsh sounding Spanish, likely aimed at Santi. 

“So close, daddy, please t-touch- fuck, touch me” you pant out desperately. You’re cock drunk at this point, willing to spew whatever nonsense he wants you to say for his little show, you just need to come. And by the way Frankie’s hips are stuttering, he’s waiting for the call, too.

“Fish seems to be doing just fine, whatdya need me for?” He’s smiling at you so smug, knowing he holds the power right now. All you can do is whine for him in response, eyes crinkling at the edges from the effort of holding off your looming orgasm. 

He takes pity on you and begins graciously, generously, gloriously strumming your clit. 

“Go ahead, baby, come for us,” Santi relents, fisting his own cock tighter to completion.

Finally, you think before letting go to the tidal wave of pleasure overtaking you, arms unable to keep you up, and you crumble to the mattress and wail into it. Your pussy clamps down tightly on Frankie’s cock as it stutters through the last few thrusts, some of your mixed slick dribbling out. 

“Come on it, yeah, shit- ahhh,” Frankie growls, pushing his come deep into you as he collapses on your back, sweat slick curls stuck on his forehead.

In your tired daze you catch Frankie pulling out of you and laying your body down to rest comfortably while he went to get the wet wipes you had set aside for this exact scenario beforehand. While waiting for his return, you blindly pat on the bed next to you where you think Santiago is. A hand clasps yours and he brings it to his lips, kissing it languidly.

Frankie returns, smiling at the sweet display of affection and proceeds to clean your mess. 

“So uhh… where do I sleep?” Frankie asks, a goofy grin on his face as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. 

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[pintsizemama]

Decorating Cookies

Day 17

Summary: You decorate cookies with Will, Frankie, Benny, and Santi.

Pairings: Frankie Morales, Will Miller x You, Frankie Morales, Will Miller x Female Reader

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language, talk of crime scenes and blow jobs, drinking

Word Count: 870

A/N: This goes along with the other Frankie/Will Christmas stories.

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You sat on the plush sectional in the cabin surrounded by your four favorite people. Benny and Santi had finally joined you, Will, and Frankie on your Christmas getaway. You were all watching a Christmas movie, but the guys weren’t paying much attention. You eyed the eggnog and saw everyone needed a refill. You stood up and gathered the glasses and disappeared into the kitchen while the guys gave Benny shit about his latest hookup.

Once in the kitchen, you poured more eggnog into each glass and added a hefty dose of bourbon. You made sure to do an extra pour—or two—into Will’s. After the movie you were all planning to decorate cookies together, and you figured the extra bourbon would help Will lighten up and not focus on each cookie being absolutely perfect. You brought the eggnog back in and handed it out to each of the guys. A chorus of ‘thank you’ followed you to your seat. Before you could sit back down Frankie snagged you and pulled you down next to him. He loved to cuddle, and you were surprised it took him this long to grab you. You snuggled in and watched the rest of the movie.

“Who’s ready for some cookie time?” Benny hollered out excitedly.

“Just make sure not to eat all of them before they’re decorated, Benny,” you said with a smile.

“That was one time!” Benny defended himself. You all chuckled and made quick work of pulling out everything you needed and spreading it out on the large table. Will looked a little unsteady, and you worried you may have put a little too much in his eggnog.

“What the fuck is wrong with the gingerbread house?” Benny asked.

“What?” Frankie said.

“Why does it look like two different people decorated it without consulting each other first?” Santi cut in.

“Well, Will decorated one side, and Frankie and I did the other,” you explained.

“Why?” Benny asked.

“Because Will is a perfectionist, and didn’t want us to get into another fight,” you answered.

“Another fight?” Santi questioned.

“Don’t ask,” Frankie groaned.

“Let’s just decorate some cookies,” Will told everyone. You all sat down and got to work. You had to scold Benny a few times for eating too many of the decorations, and Will knocked a few things over as he was reaching for them, but otherwise it was going well. After a while you looked up when you heard Will giggling. You noticed he was still drinking the eggnog. He kept giggling, and had now caught the attention of everyone at the table.

“What’s so funny, Will?” Frankie asked. Will held up his cookie. He was decorating a snowman shaped one and had decided to add a large carrot penis to the lower half, complete with two coal shaped balls.

“My snowman is hung like a horse,” Will laughed. You couldn’t help the laugh that burst out of you. The rest of his cookies were definitely not up to his standard. They looked closer to something Frankie would decorate. The guys looked at his work.

“You feeling ok?” Santi asked him.

“I feel great!” He said happily. “This was such a good idea!” He looked around at the cookies that still needed to be decorated. “Is there a Santa shaped one? I wanna make him getting a blow job from Mrs. Claus.”

“Oh Jesus,” you groaned.

“Is he drunk?” Frankie asked.

“I may have been pouring him doubles…and triples in his eggnog,” you confessed. Frankie sighed heavily. “I just wanted him relaxed for this! He’s always such a perfectionist, and I wanted him to have fun…I didn’t think he’d get this drunk. He usually holds his liquor really well.”

“Oh! The head came off this reindeer!” Will shouted. “I’m gonna make it look like a crime scene!” Benny was practically falling off his chair laughing. You carefully pulled the glass of eggnog away from Will while he was busy spreading red icing all over the reindeer to look like blood.

“I’m cutting him off,” you told the guys and pointed to the eggnog.

“Good idea,” Santi agreed. Frankie was watching Will before he turned to you.

“You know this means no sex with him tonight,” he told you.

“What the fuck,” you cursed angrily. “I didn’t think this through.”

“Just fuck Frankie,” Benny chimed in. “Isn’t that the point of two boyfriends? 24/7 dick on tap?”

“Wow, Benny, you’re so romantic,” Frankie said with an eye roll.

“What? Like you’re not gonna fuck her tonight?” Benny asked defensively.

“Not having this conversation with you, Benjamin,” Frankie said shaking his head.

“You might want to move some of those cookies away from him unless you want them all to be ridiculous,” Santi warned. Will had already grabbed three more to add to his Christmas crime scene. Oh, and there was one with Santa getting a blow job from an elf. You shook your head and moved the tray of undecorated cookies to the other side of the table. Will was all laughs and smiles, and you couldn’t feel too bad about getting him drunk. This was the most fun you’d seen him have in a long time.

Day 18

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[alwaysdjarin]

Heat waves

A  “Triple Frontier” Series

Part 5

Part 4

TF Boys x f!reader (except Tom)

RATING: Explicit 18+ ONLY. No Minors Please. My work is 18+.

Warnings: reader has a small mental breakdown, alcohol, dancing, clubbing, close dancing with a stranger, jealous Will, teasing, a lot of praising, SMUT, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, rough sex, dirty talk, choking, possessive Will. WILL (he needs his own warning with his fucking filthy smirk, I mean LOOK AT HIM!). I hope that’s all.

Words: 6.9k

A/N: Sooo are you ready for Mr. Will Miller? Enjoy! It’s a longer chapter, because I loooove this dude. And I had to write the first part a little bit angsty, sorry.

I also want to thank you for all the lovely comments, likes and reblogs. I’m so happy that you like my writing and I hope I’ll not disappoint you with this story. I love you all. 💜

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You hissed loudly as you splashed the cold water into your face and looked in the mirror, your hands left and right on the washbasin. You looked the way you felt - terrible. Large dark circles adorned your face, your eyes reddened. Tired, you looked tired and so were you. It was three days since your date with Frankie and you had hardly slept since then. It wasn't because the date was bad. No, absolutely not. You had such a good time on the beach. And the sex...God the sex. Your hand ran along your neck. The bruises that Frankie's mouth had left there had almost faded. You smirked in the mirror at the thought of how he fucked you in his truck. How he pushed you into the door with full force, his moaning, your moaning, this unforgettable-

"Sugaaaar???" Benny's call made the smile disappear from your lips. You looked into your tired reflection, grabbed your towel and dried your face before you made your way to the kitchen.

The Miller brothers sat at the round kitchen table. Will had come back from his business trip yesterday afternoon. "I made sandwiches, here tuna and salad, just as you like it best." Benny smiled at you. This lovely gesture from him, he was such a great friend. You shifted from one foot to the other, the knot in your stomach tightened a little further and you noticed how your palms became damp. Did you have to throw up?

"I..." You shook your head, tried to smile politely. "...thank you, but I'm not hungry right now. Put it in the fridge, I'll eat it later." The brothers exchanged a quick look and you ignored her frown while you took a water bottle off the table. "Really? Your food from the last three days is in the fridge. Do you eat anything at all? Are you sick?" Benny's tone has now become more serious and you managed to made a not entirely honest smile. "Of course I eat...and no, I'm not sick Benjamin." You're lied. "I just wanted to go running now and you don't do that with a full stomach." You gestured with your hands on your outfit, sports bra and shorts.

"Running? Cool, I haven't been in ages. I'll come with you." Said Benny enthusiastic and Will giggled quietly at his brother, who obviously didn't see that you wanted to go alone or deliberately ignored it. Will, the good observer he was, had of course seen through you a long time ago. Before you came up with the right words to kindly reject Benny, Will helped you. "No bro. We're both going to the gym." The younger Miller gave his brother an annoyed look and you turned around and disappeared before a discussion could start.

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"Fuck!" You cursed when your headphones gave up their job - battery empty. You rolled your eyes, your hands on your hips while you sniffed. The sweat ran down your face and you felt the liquid beads running down your neck. The sun was now low and you have been on the road for far too long. You knew it wouldn't be long before the boys came back from the gym and missed you.

You kept running. Continue in the direction away from your home. Further away from the Millers. Further away from the people who meant the world to you. But unfortunately not further away from the fears and ghosts in your head. The knot in your stomach chased you. The thoughts in your head, which you wanted to get rid of with every step further away from home, felt closer with every step your tired feet took.

You ran and ran. And now without the fucking music, you could distract yourself even less. Tears shot into your eyes.

Fuck, what am I doing here?

You kept running, your breath completely unevenly through crying.

I'll destroy everything.

Your lungs burned and you breathed loudly. Your vision was blurred with tears.

I’ll lose them.

Your steps became shorter, your legs weaker.

I will fucking lose everything we have built up over the last few weeks.

You stopped. Completely exhausted, you dropped your head forward, supported by your hands on your thighs. Every breath burned in your lungs and you saw wet drops on the asphalt in front of you. Tears? Sweat? It was probably both. Your ears rang and your vision blurred for a moment. You looked around, cars drove past you. You tried to orient yourself and realized that you were quite far away from home. Fuuuuuck!!!! You screamed into the dusk. Your crying became more desperate. I’m a stupid idiot. The tears didn't stop falling down your cheeks, you were still completely out of breath and sure you were about to have a mental breakdown when suddenly a passing car honked and drove to the roadside before you.

Will. Of course. You rolled your eyes and tried to wipe the tears from your face, but as soon as you sat in the passenger seat, you could see from his gaze that he had recognized what was going on.

"You're following me?" You asked in a rough voice, still completely out of breath.

He shrugged in amusement. "Coming from the gym right now. Ben is giving another training lesson. It was a coincidence that I met you here." You noticed his gaze on you while waiting at a red light. "At the very other end of the city...it was probably a long run."

You knew what he was getting at. You couldn't fool Will, he had realized from the moment he first saw you after his business trip that something was bothering you. He has always been good at observing. The vibrations in your voice, the red veins in your eye, the edges of your eyes, the twitching of your lips when you didn't know if you should laugh or cry. Will saw and analyzed everything.

You tried to ignore him, looked out the window on your side and took care of normalizing your breath. You kept silent the rest of the trip, you felt the taste of blood in your mouth because you had bitten your lip so hard to not start crying again. But you knew that Will wouldn't just let you get away with it.

When you got out of the car, you could feel the exhaustion taking control over your body. The sleepless nights, far too little food, the long run and also the heat. Your legs were weak and you just wanted to take a shower and go to sleep.

Will grabbed your wrist when you was on the porch, you twitched under the touch and looked at him frightened. He nodded to the big wooden bench, "Sit down!" he ordered and you were aware that the game of hide and seek would now come to an end and you had no chance to lie to him. You watched him disappear into the house and get out with a water bottle. Will handed it to you and you took a big sip hoping to get a little more time.

"And now talk to me Sugar, what's wrong with you?" Will sat next to you and looked at you seriously. His blue-green eyes became slits and you knew there was no way to talk around the bush.

You took a deep breath and then sniffed. Tears gathered again in your eyes. "I…" Your voice broke and you cleared your throat to continue to talk. "I'm afraid to ruin everything, Will."

He frowned. "What? What will you ruin?" He leaned his body forward slightly and his knee touched yours so that your eyes locked on it.

"What I have with you. With Benny. With Frankie. With Santi. EVERYTHING. You are my home, I love being here with you. And now...now I'm fucking my way through your group." You laughed sarcastically while tears ran down your cheeks.

Will raised his eyebrows. "You're worried about that? That we’ll be no longer your friends after we all have...?" He stopped without to continue the sentence and you nodded with your eyes closed. "Did you want that? What you’ve done with Pope and Fish?"

You opened your eyes, but couldn't look at him when you answered. “Yes." You sob loudly. "What's wrong with me? Every week a different guy and then demand that everything is the same as before?" You shook your head and wiped the tears from your face.

Will put a hand on your back and slipped closer to you, he breathed in. "Sugar, no one says that anything will change between all of us. We guys talked about how far we would go with you and agreed on that. Really. As long as you don't do anything you don't want." His hand slowly stroked your back and you could feel the comfortable heat of his skin on you.

"You don't think it’s disgusting what I'm doing?" Finally, your eyes met again and Will had a gentle smile on his face.

"Never. We are a team, we trust each other with our lives. Honestly? Better you have one of us in your bed every day than any strange guys from the bar who will just hurt you again." He put his hand on your shoulder and pulled you firmly against his body. "I swear to you, Sugar. Nobody thinks derogatory about you, quite the contrary. Frankie can't stop talking about your date, he loved spending time alone with you. And Benny? Sugar, what Benny is planning for you…he hasn't done anything like that for a woman yet. He is so happy that you are here with us. And so am I. It's wonderful to always have you around us. You give us so much without even knowing it. "

You had to giggle at the thought that your Benny is planning a date and Will's warm words made your eyes watering again. “Don't worry so much honey. Just enjoy the time, okay?"

You nodded and released yourself from his hug. "Thank you." You smiled at him and he stroked your head until his hand was on your neck. His gaze wandered from your eyes to your mouth and back again to your eyes and you could have sworn for a second that he would kiss you. But he didn't. Instead, he whispered. "You should take a shower now and I will order some pizza ok?"

You smiled. "Pizza sounds good. I'm starving."

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A few days had passed since your mental breakdown and even though you knew the brothers had talked about it, Benny never mentioned it. Benny had given you some time and space and at the same time he showed you a lot of appreciation, as he always did. You felt a lot better and had determined to follow Will's advice to not worry so much.

Today was your date with Will. Finally.

"Action or Romcom?" Will asked when the three of you were sitting at the table eating your breakfast together.

"Action!" You and Benny said like from one mouth. You looked at each other and giggled.

Will rolled his eyes at his younger brother and then smiled at you. "Well, then tonight, 9pm." He took one last sip of his coffee out of his mug and put it on the table before he stood up.

"Cinema?" You asked while he walked towards the front door.

"First cinema and then to 'Paul's' there's an r'n'b party tonight." Will stood in the doorway and looked at Benny and you. "So only if you want to!?“

You smiled. “If I would like to see how the old man shakes his booty? Holy shit, of course!"

Will laughed and shook his head before he turned around and let the front door locked behind him. You looked at Benny who grinned mischievously. "I can also shake my booty. Want to see it?" You rolled your eyes and hit him against his upper arm. "Idiot!"

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"You look great." Will's blue-green eyes wandered along your legs, which you had placed on the backrest of the seat in front of you. The film had not started yet and the lamps on the walls still illuminated the hall.

"Thank you." You watched how his gaze wandered slowly along your long stretched out legs and you were proud of yourself, you had definitely chosen the right outfit for your date. You winked at Will and took a piece of popcorn from the bucket on your lap, which you put into his mouth. "But you look good too."

Will scratched the back of his head and smiled embarrassed. You loved this gesture, he did that every time when he was a little embarrassed and you loved the challenge of tickling that out of him. He looked really great tonight. Dark blue trousers and a black button up shirt. You found it incredibly attractive how he had rolled up his sleeves, the honey-colored skin, his muscular forearms. When he put his hand on your naked thigh, you let your fingers wander over the protruding veins and traced the contours of his tattoo. His hand was incredibly hot on your thigh, your leg looked fragilely small under his huge paw. You remembered the evening when the incident with Ryan occurred. When you woke up and Benny and Will lay down in your bed. Even then, you had directly felt what kind of warmth Will's body radiated. And that was no coincidence, no. Will had this warmth in his body because it reflected his character. For outsiders, he was rather the quiet, observing part of the boys. But you knew his other side. If he trusted you and came out of himself, you could have so much fun with him. His humor was so cool that you sometimes laughed tears. And what you liked most about him, he always gave you the feeling that you were safe with him. That he knows what you think and that he would do anything to make you feel comfortable. Whether it was totally inconspicuous the hand on your lower back, or the arm around your shoulder when he picked you up from the bar after your night shift and led you through a group of drunken men. Not only his broad body radiated protectiveness, but his posture, his gaze, his entire presence. And you couldn't deny that it turned you on.

You were both deeply immersed in your thoughts, your eyes were on Will's hand, which slowly caressed you when the light finally went out and the film began.

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Three hours later

The queue in front of "Paul's" was huge. Will put an arm around your waist and pressed you hard against his side. The night air was fresh and your short outfit didn't exactly give a lot of warmth. Your glittering high heels flickered on the floor while Will guided you quickly past the waiting people. He took another deep drag from his cigarette before he greeted the doorman who gave both of you entrance into the club. Without any control, without waiting time.

"Not bad Miller." You said very impressed while you walked along a long hallway. The light was dimmed and red. People stood everywhere and talked, some made out, others argued. The subdued bass of the music filled the gear and became louder and louder the more you approached the actual club. The air was stuffy and smelled of cigarettes, alcohol and dozens of different perfumes.

Will squeezed your hand briefly and almost had to yell so that you could still hear him. "Sometimes it has its advantages of knowing the right people." He winked and together you turn into the huge location.

The air was heavy, the music boomed at a volume that your ears had to get used to it first. Huge disco balls hung on the ceiling, which reflected the purple and pink light from the spotlights. Will led you to the bar and ordered drinks. When he handed you your glass, you looked at him in amazement. "Caipirinha?"

He nodded. "This used to be your favorite cocktail when we were teens. Isn't it anymore? Would you rather have my beer?"

You laughed. "No man, that's just right. I just didn't think you still knew that."

He smiled. This damn hot smirk, which he had perfected and which made you weak every time you saw it. Will looked so pretty in his black button up shirt, the muscles of his broad shoulders cast shadows in the flickering light and you felt the urge to lean on it. His blond hair literally shone in the purple light, it had grown a little longer now and he had styled it backwards. You could have looked at him for hours and always found something new that was beautiful about him.

Then he held up his beer to toast with you. "To the many old memories."

You smiled back. Two could play this game. "And to the many beautiful memories that will be added in the future." you said with a wink.

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After your second cocktail, you gradually noticed the alcohol and wanted to dance. Will had chosen the perfect evening, they played only songs from your youth and you had to think about Benny for a moment. He would have loved it. Will apologized briefly to go to the restroom and you told him you were going dancing in the meantime.

You let yourself be driven by the rhythm of the music and the alcohol allowed you to get completely lost in dancing. How long have you not been to a club? You couldn't remember. Suddenly a body nestled against you from behind and at first you thought it was Will, but even before you could turn around, your gaze hit his eyes. He stood at the bar and looked in your direction. Surprised, you looked over your shoulder, it was a stranger who danced with you. You looked back to Will and you both had to laugh. He had recognized your confusion. Of course. He could read you like an open book.

You waved him with your hand that he should come to you, but he pointed to his beer bottle and apparently wanted to drink first. So you decided to continue dancing.

Will kept his eyes on you all the time, he leaned against the bar and studied each of your movements. The way your high heels sparkled in the light, your legs. Fuck, have they always been that long? He could see how your calf muscles tensed and relaxed during your small dancing steps. He imagined what it had to feel like to have your legs lying over his shoulders, to feel the twitch of your muscles on his naked body. Kiss your sensitive skin between your thighs. Will took a big sip of his beer. His eyes moved on your ass as you let him circle back and forth, back and forth to the rhythm of the music. He saw how close the guy was behind you, his crotch rubbed your butt without a doubt, his hand lay on your hip.

Will clenched his jaw, he swallowed hard, but when he looked into your face, he could see it in your eyes. You wanted to tease him, you little slut. You smiled filthy, there was fire in your eyes. Even if there was a guy hanging on your ass, your thoughts were completely with Will. You sang the lyrics of the song Ja Rule - Mesmerize, your eyes never left Will's gaze.

Girl your stare, those eyes I- (Love it when you look at me baby)

Your lips, your smile I- (Love it when you kiss me baby)

Your hips, those thighs I- (Love it when you thug me baby)

And I can't, deny I- (Love it when I'm witchu baby)

Fuck, you drove him crazy.

You raised your hands in the air, your eyes closed, your head rocked from left to right. You crouched slightly with circular hips, the guy behind you now had both hands on you, pushed you closer to his crotch. Okay, that was too much. You turned around so that you could make him friendly but certainly clear that it was enough now. But when your gaze saw the face behind you, it was Will who danced there with you. You breathed out relieved and he smiled, gave you a little push and you were already turned with your back to him. He grabbed your hips, his grip was firm and left no room for compromise. When he pressed your ass against his crotch, you immediately noticed his hard bulge. His breath was against the crook of your neck and you could feel his stubble on your sensitive skin.

"Do you want to give it to me like that? Hmm? Dance with this clown like a little slut. You will pay for that, darlin." Will literally growled at you and a hot stream passed through your body, directly to your core. His grip on your hips was so tight that you were sure to get bruises of it and it turned you so much on. Fuck, that side of him was hot.

I love when you touch me, baby

All over my body, baby

I love when you kiss me, baby

All over my body, baby

I love when you touch me, baby

All over my body, baby

I love when you kiss me, baby

All over my body, baby

You dived completely into the music. The crowd around you literally pulled you into their suction. Your bodies became one, Will's hands held you like a magnet. The gaze you exchanged said more than a thousand words and again and again this fucking bastard brought his filthy smirk to his lips, as if he wanted to tell you that he has already planned every further step and knows exactly what he wanted to do with you. You were his puppet, he could steer you without effort.

When finally a slow song was played, you put your arms on Will's shoulders and he pulled you so close to him that your heads were right next to each other. "What do you think about me calling us an Uber?" He said in your ear.

You teased him. “Are you already getting tired? Maybe I should look if I can find the guy from earlier, he certainly still wants to-" Before you could finish the sentence, Will had grabbed your wrist and dragged you behind him, away from the dance floor and into the hallway. You had to be careful not to fall down, his big steps were far too fast for you on high heels and he didn't stop running at your request. Arriving in the long hallway, Will pressed you against the red painted wall, one hand firmly on your hip, the other pinned to the wall next to your head. He completely caged you with his broad body, his eyes had almost lost their blue-green color and were dark full of pleasure. His tongue darted over his lower lip, his gaze wandered over your face down to your chest, which quickly moved up and down.

"Do you want to make me jealous? Flirting and dancing with this fucking guy while I'm watching?" His eyes almost ate you when his mouth wandered to your ear. "Do you do that on purpose so that I’ll punish you for it, Sugar?" He whispered under his breath before he gently bit into your pulse point under your ear and sucked it slightly.

You stuttered "W-Will...f-fuck." and could feel his hand slide down your lower back as he pressed you flush against his body. Your hands lay on his shoulders, the warmth of his skin was felt through the thin fabric of his shirt, while his breath continued to fall hot on your neck.

"I'm calling fucking Uber now and you behave." He growled dangerously in your ear before he let go of you and took his phone out of his pocket. You tried to stand upright and straightened your dress. Your heart raced in your chest. Fuck you hadn’t expected this side of Will and you couldn't wait to see more of it.

"He'll be here in 5 minutes, let's get out." Will murmured and you took his hand. "One moment. Come with me." You pulled him back into the large room, the music still boomed loudly out of the boxes as you meandered your way to the bar. You leaned over the counter to talk to the bartender and it cost Will all his strength not to grab your ass which you presented so unrestrainedly in front of him.

"A bottle of your most expensive champagne, please," you yelled to the man behind the counter. When he presented you the bottle, you grabbed it. “Tell your boss his friend Will Miller will pay the bill in the next days.” You nodded your head in Will's direction and the bartender nodded in agreement. When you turned around smiling with the big bottle in your hand, he looked at you in amazement. Will apparently hadn't heard your conversation with the bartender because of the loud music and didn’t know that you bought the bottle in his name. Oh, he will kill you.

In front of the club, you opened the bottle with a loud plop and squeaked as the cold foam bubbled over your hand. Will took it from you and took a big sip. He shook himself. "Urgh, that tastes terrible." You also took a sip and agreed with him. "We are probably more the guys for beer." You joked and drank until the Uber arrived. When you were sitting in the back seat, Will watched you. You had leaned your head against the window, watching outside dreamily. Your eyes shone, you looked so fucking happy and that's exactly what he was. His cell phone vibrated in his pocket and he rolled his eyes as he looked at the screen.

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Group Chat

THE GANG

Benny: Hellooo? Are you still alive? 🤔🤔

Ironhead: Of course. We are on our way home. Go to your room!

Benny: But I think I'm hungry and have to make myself something to eat. 😋😋

Ironhead: Ben, I swear to god when I see your ugly face when we arrive...

Pope: Jesus, it's 3am. What's wrong with you?

Benny: Go back to sleep grandpa! 🤣

Benny: Can I at least get another photo of her so that I have nice dreams? 😜😇💦

Ironhead: [image attached]

Ironhead: That's all you’ll get, motherfucker.

Benny: Uuuuh that's enough. 😏 💦 And please take her room, I don't want to hear your disgusting moan next door. 😩😫

Ironhead: Fuck you!

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The next morning

Frankie: What's going on?

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When you arrived at home, you stumbled laughing through the front door and when Will dropped his keys on the floor with a loud bang, you hit him so loud that Benny heard you for sure and you both had to laugh so much that tears running down your cheeks. The champagne definitely showed its effect and so it happened that you walked directly into the kitchen and poured both of you a glass of water.

"Drink Miller!" You ordered and he followed your instructions and you observed him. God, how sexy his Adam's apple twitched while gulped. "Oh Mr. Miller..." You slowly walked towards him. "...have you learned to follow orders in the army?" Your hands glided down from his shoulder over the black fabric of his shirt, your fingernails scratched slightly over the thin fabric. When his hands were lying on his chest, he grabbed your wrists, you saw something moving in his gaze. The Will from earlier was back -the dark in his eyes- and you bit your lower lip when you realized.

He placed his hand under your chin, guiding your face closer to his. His lips barely grazed yours and was sending shivers throughout your whole body. Will Whispered. "Do you want that?" His breath was on your lips when you nodded hastily, but that was not enough for him. "Say it Sugar. I have to hear it."

"I...I want you Will."

You moaned quietly as his hand rushed to the back of your head and he grabbed your hair, a firm pull backwards so that you presented him with your bare throat. "I'll ruin you babe, do you know that? Is that what you want?" His mouth licked down your jaw and to your neck. The beard scratched and his teeth left a trace on your skin. He was a biter. Definitely.

„Fuck yes, Will. Give it to me. That’s exactly what I deserve.“ You leaned your arms on the table behind you as Will pushed you further and further back. The hard bulge in his jeans pressed impatiently against your thigh as you spread your legs, your ass now on the kitchen table.

Will hissed while enjoying the sight in front of him. You on the kitchen table, your legs spread so far that he could see your black lace thong, your endlessly long legs, which he wanted to have wrapped around his body all evening and your feet were still decorated with your glittering high heels. Fuck, he hoped that this sight would burn into his brain so that he would never forget it.

You didn't miss his hungry look and you decided to give him the last spark he needed to completely ruin you. "What's going on Miller? Do you still want to fuck me, or should I look for the guy from the club so that he can take me?" And you achieved exactly what you wanted. Within a second, Will stood between your legs, one hand on your thigh, the other on your neck. And then he kissed you with a fire that you have never felt in a kiss before. His tongue did not ask for permission, it shots directly into your mouth, he wanted to feel every inch of you, taste you, smell you. His teeth scratched your lips while his grip on your neck solidified. God, that will bruise. Good.

You stabilized yourself with one hand on his biceps and Will growled. "You're playing with fire darling. Do you think even one of the guys from the club can fuck you better than me?" And you whimpered as his hand wandered up your thigh, his hard cock pulsed unbearably in his jeans while he rubbed it on your clothed cunt. "I don't know Will. Show me what you have to offer."

His fingers reached your thong and Will shuddered briefly when he felt how damp the black lace fabric already was. "Someone’s needy." he purred, grabbed the little piece of fabric and pulled it down your legs. His long fingers glided through your wet folds and you couldn't hold back a loud moan when he pushed two fingers into you without hesitation. Your mouths met again while he pushed his thick fingers in and out of you. It didn't take long for him to hit the little spongy spot in your core and you moan loudly into his mouth. "F-fuck Will. Right there." He smiled into your kisses and his thumb on your clit did the rest to let you finally see stars. The orgasm rushed through your body with full force while Will's fingers continued to caress you, his tongue in your mouth to muffle your scream. "That's my fucking good girl. So good, cumming all over my hand." Your body twitched in ecstasy while Will savored every second of your orgasm and stabilized you.

After you came down from your high, he stuck his fingers into his mouth to taste your juices. He hummed quietly because of the sweet taste and did not interrupt eye contact with you for a second. When his fingers were clean, he finally asked "Ready for a little action?" and winked. You just rolled your eyes and teased him. "Finally! I thought you'd never ask me."

With one motion, Will threw you over his shoulder and gave you a slap on your ass. "Oh sweet girl, don't ask for anything you can't handle." You squeaked and laughed loudly and hit him lightly on his butt while he carried you through the hallway.

Once in your room, you landed on your bed with full force. You both kissed each other again while tearing each other's clothes off your body, the attraction between the two of you was now so huge that not a minute should pass in which you weren't skin on skin. Even before you could enjoy the sight of Will's bare strong body in front of you, he flipped you on your stomach. You panted due to the fast movement and went straight to your knees.

"Good Girl, look at you. What a sight." He gave you a slap on your cheek. Your loud moan inspired him even more and further slaps on your ass followed, so you were sure you would feel the pain still the next day. "Do you think that's good hmm? Do you like it when I spank your pretty little ass?"

You nodded and looked back over your shoulder. You were so incredible wet, your arousal literally dripped out of your cunt. "Damn Will, fuck me!" Another slap landed on your now very sensitive and probably bright red ass cheek and you cried out briefly.

"Beg for it! Tell me that you need my cock, you needy little thing."

God, you've never had such a sexual experience. None of the men you have had so far had such a dominant side in bed. And if you were honest, it was the most exciting thing you had ever experienced. Will found the perfect balance between dominance and tenderness. He alternated so elegantly between the two conditions that it was absolutely erotic for you and never became uncomfortable. You trusted him and were ready to surrender to him completely.

"Please Will. Fuck…please give it to me. Fuck me. Ruin me." You whimpered as you wiggled your ass in front of him like a bitch in heat.

The mattress shifted behind you, Will took off his boxers and then, without teasing, he thrusted into you. Within seconds he was in your cunt to the hilt and you felt as if it had squeezed all the air out of your lungs. A deep moan came from both your mouths, for him the feeling seemed just as overwhelming as for you. You were panting, the feeling of fullness so intense. You felt his beard on your spine, followed by a kiss. Will gave you a brief moment to adjust. When he noticed that your body was relaxing again and you whispered a quiet "Okay", he straightened up behind you. As he started to move, slow but hard thrusts, his hands on your hips to stabilize you, you saw stars. Your pussy sucked his cock while his grip on your hips tightened more and more. You were sure that you would have bruises the next day, but the thoughts about it had quickly disappeared when Will picked up an immense pace. The sounds of your skin colliding and the loud moan echoed through your room and you noticed how you got closer and closer to your climax. Fuck, Will was not only incredibly rough, he also had a thing for dirty talk AND loud moaning. His sounds were animalistic and you noticed that your own moaning also turned him on extremely. So you didn't hold back.

"W-Will...I'm...fuck...I'm close." you moaned between his thrusts and Will reacted immediately. He leaned over you, his arm wrapped your upper body and supported you so that you could move upright. The new angle was overwhelming. His hand wandered from your chest up to your throat and you dropped your head back against his shoulder. His other hand was still firmly on your hip to support his hard thrusts into your wet center. When you finally felt Will's hot breath on your ear, it gave you the rest. "Fuck yes baby...so fucking tight...feels so good...cum...cum on my fucking dick." he purred. The grip on your throat strengthened as you scream his name into the night. You were sure your entire neighborhood had heard you and there was nothing that interested you less.

When you came down from your high and your body trembled under Will's firm grip, he pulled himself out of you with a hiss. He turned you around to face him, his hand stroked through your face and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear while you smiled dazed. "Come on my lap babe, I want to see your beautiful face when I cum." You straddled over is legs while he slowly pumped his hard length. He stroked his cock once through your wet folds, which made you tremble with overstimulation before you slowly lowered down on him. Your pussy had quickly gotten used to the pleasant stretch and you began to move in rhythm.

You held on to Will's shoulders and could finally enjoy the sight of his muscle-packed body in front of you. His skin was slightly tanned and covered with a thin sweat film. His thrusts made your body shake and he kneaded your breast with one hand before he sucked your hard nipple into his mouth. You dropped your head backwards. "Oh Will...y-you fuck me so well. Fuck you feel so damn good." Your words spurred him on and he pressed your body flush against his. Your hand wandered to the back of his head, you felt the sweat mixed with his hair gel. You kissed each other deeply, moaned into your mouths while you sat entwined.

"Fuck yes...you take me so well...wanted to fuck you in the club...did the fucker really think he could touch you like that? Your -fuck- pussy is mine." He growled between kissing your jaw and deep thrusts into your wet hole.

You held onto his body to not fall backwards and he supported you with one hand on your back, while the other kneaded the soft flesh of your ass, which jumped up and down on his lap.

You breathed the same air between kissing and praising. "C-Can you come for me again babe? On my cock? I-I want you as close to me as possible when I -fuck- when I..." You nodded hastily and let your hand wander between your bodies to stroke your clit. It only took two or three more thrust for you both to cum. Despite all the ecstasy and Will's hard thrusts, the moment was incredibly sensual. You grabbed his hair while he pressed you firmly against his body with his strong arms. Your foreheads were pressed against each other and you looked deep into your eyes while he spilled his hot load deep inside you.

It took a long time for you to come down from your high and part with each other. Will disappeared briefly before coming back with a washcloth and something to drink. He sat on the edge of your bed and you could see that he thought about whether he should leave you alone, but you took away any further doubt from him when you snuggled under your blanket and whispered a "Come here."

You two were closely intertwined and you enjoyed the warmth of his body while he gently caressed your back. "Is everything okay?" Will finally asked and you turned your head to look at him.

Your hand stroked his face." More than that. Thank you."

Will smiled. "I didn't do anything." It followed a pleasant silence between both of you, then he sighed. "You are beautiful, you know that? I mean...not just your looks, but also your character. You are amazing."

Your face turned red with embarrassment and you dug your face into the crook of his neck. "Stop it, you are already in my bed Casanova." You kissed his soft skin on the neck and felt him twitch under the touch. "You are also amazing Will Miller."

His hand stroked the back of your head and you noticed how you slowly fell asleep when you heard his whispering. "I won't let you ever get hurt again, wonderful girl. God, what are you doing to us? I think I'm addicted to you."

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The next day

Benny yawned loud while walking down the stairs. His night was short and Will and you hadn’t been quiet. His eyes directly found the champagne bottle on the floor, which he finally picked up and studied the label. He nodded appreciatively and walked into the kitchen. When he put the bottle on the kitchen table, his eyes fell on a black piece of fabric on the floor. He picked it up and a wide grin appears on his face when he identified it as your thong.

"Horny freaks. We eat at this table."

To be continued…

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The Song from the Club

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Supernatural Frontier | Chapter 2: The Cabin in the Woods

Series Summary: Former Delta Force soldiers, Santi, Frankie, Will and Benny, meet with fellow hunters, Dean and Sam Winchester, and team up for a rescue mission. Their objective: kill the demons, destroy their army, and save as many people as they can. Little did they know they'd find an angel in the pits of Hell, and that they'd have to put their lives on the line to save hers.

Chapter Summary: The girl wakes up. Santi warms up to her.

Pairings: TF!boys x OFC

A/N: Please note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there.

Words: 7089

Warnings: PTSD, nudity, mentions of blood, eventual poly relationship...

Minors DNI!

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The feeling was too great. It overwhelmed him. He didn’t know it. He didn’t understand what was happening to him. He thought it was just exhaustion. The adrenaline leaving his body. The horrors he had witnessed haunting his mind, the evil sticking to his skin. He had plunged in the dark and had returned with its treasure. Like a pirate, killing and maiming his way to the hold of a haunted ship. What had he been fighting for all these years if not for her? She was all the answers to all his questions. Everything he’d been through seemed worth it now. She washed all his regrets away, erased them from his memory.

Will had always believed he had left the war behind, not for the hopes of a better life, but to put his skills to better use. He wasn’t killing other human beings anymore, he was killing real monsters, real demons. He was making his own choices. Every time he pulled the trigger now, he did it because he chose to, because he needed to kill a monster to save a person. Not because his generals had put someone’s name on a list. It wasn’t just his country he was protecting anymore, but the world, the people. He had always been good at his job, been good at death, but he didn’t want to do it any longer. He couldn’t. Hunting was just another kind of job, another kind of death. One that wasn’t as bad. He had seen what humans were capable of, and it had broken him. And sometimes, when he would look in the mirror, he would wonder if he was just as bad as the people he had been ordered to kill. Sometimes, he wondered if he would see them again one day, with black eyes, just like he wondered if he would one day look back at his reflection and see only darkness in his own. But still, he hunted. He hunted to help the vulnerable, to rescue the defenseless, to save the innocents. He did it all. He did it all to get to her. She was it. He knew it the moment he stepped foot in that room and laid eyes on her. She was the most vulnerable, the most defenseless, the most innocent.

She was his redemption.

Benny kept a close eye on his brother, checking in the rearview mirror if he had moved at all. They had been driving for hours, and yet Will hadn’t moved a muscle. He was holding her, her head resting on his lap, his eyes focused on her thin face, his large hand cupping her cheek. Every breath she took he took with her, like she was allowing him to breathe.

He was waiting for her to wake up and yet he hoped she wouldn’t. He wanted her to be in a safe, warm place when she opened her eyes, wanted her to be able to run from him, from them, and see they weren’t going to hold her down and tie her up. He didn’t want her to feel trapped by the size of the car, or scared by the dark of the night. He wanted to be able to give her clothes and access to a bathroom. He wanted to give her a sense of safety, her dignity, and her humanity back to her. He wanted her to trust him.

He wondered how bad it would be, once she woke up. Because he knew she would be scared. He knew it would take time for her to trust him, and his friends. It wouldn’t take days or weeks, or months. It would take time. And patience. And he would do anything to make it happen as soon as possible.

The feedback of the walkie startled the two brothers. They jerked on their seat then sighed out of annoyance. Will let out a little laugh. On the other side, Santi’s voice was tired and low, probably because Frankie was sleeping next to him.

“They rent cabins not far from here.”

“Yeah, I remember,” Benny nodded. “We hunted a Wendingo in those woods once.”

“Fuck, don’t remind me,” Santi chuckled, earning the same reaction from Will. “Let’s see if they have a cabin for us.”

Finally coming to a stop, the three men jumped out of their vehicle with unspoken relief. They stretched out their arms and legs as quietly as they could in the cold silent night. Benny had to hold back a very loud tired sound that almost escaped his throat as he extended his arms above his head. Frankie was still sleeping on the passenger seat, his forehead resting against the foggy window of the car. Santi didn’t waste any more time and went in to ask the dreadful question. Every second he was inside was agony to his weary friends.

“I don’t think I can get back in the truck,” Benny whined, almost praying for a miracle.

Will turned back to check on the girl, still sleeping on the back seats, before turning back towards his brother.

“Me neither.”

The door of the front desk opened to show Santi holding up a key like it was a medal won after a great victory.

“Thank God!” Benny laughed, releasing a shaky breath, almost falling to his knees.

“How many beds?” is the first thing Will asked.

His friend smirked, ready to defy his eternal pessimism.

“Six.”

Benny straightened up as his breath caught in his throat, while his brother raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“Six?!”

“And that’s not the best part.”

“What?” Will said, doubtful he could do better than that.

“Ask me how many bathrooms there are.”

“How many bathrooms?”

“Five.”

“You’re kidding,” Will shook his head.

“Nope. It was the last cabin they had.”

“And how much is that costing us?”

Benny rolled his eyes, annoyed by his brother‘s restless negativity. Santi dug his hand into his jeans pocket and took out a credit card in the name of Hector White.

“It’s not costing us anything.”

“Come on, Will, aren’t you tired enough?” his brother scolded as he put a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s just go to bed. Wait… how many double beds?”

“Four.”

“Ha-ha!” Benny jumped, like he’d just won the lottery. “Perfect, let’s go.”

The younger brother got back into his truck, gesturing for his brother to hurry up and for Santi to lead the way. It only took a few minutes to get to the cabin, but those minutes were the longest. Benny could already see himself in bed and sleeping for the next few days. The little wooden house was the furthest away from the road, deep into the forest, but that didn’t scare the hunters. When they parked the trucks on the designated spots, Frankie was awake. Their relief could be seen on their faces. It was such a comfort to know they wouldn’t be hiding in a cheap motel, sleeping in uncomfortable beds and taking cold showers for the near future. That cabin was a luxury they couldn’t usually afford, both for financial and practical reasons. And it put Will’s mind at ease as well, knowing the girl would have a safe and clean place to wake up to. The last thing he wanted was for her to think she was trapped in another tiny, smelly, dirty prison.

He carefully wrapped his coat around her before he carried her out of the vehicle. Quickly, he walked up the stairs and crossed the porch to enter their new temporary home. It was luxurious indeed. From the outside, the place just looked like an oversized log cabin one could find in the woods, dusty and dirty, stocking the usual hunting and camping gear. The kind of place people owned on the side, to escape the city for the weekend. But, perhaps, it would look better in the daylight. However, in the inside, it looked like a palace. Or at least, as close to a palace they would ever see. Will almost felt ashamed to walk on the beautiful rug with his muddy and bloody boots.

The entrance was a large square. The hardwood floor was covered by a giant beige rug, and in the middle stood a high glass square table on which had been placed a vase of obviously fake white lilies. Above it hung a chandelier with candle shaped lightbulbs. The walls were adorned with paintings not unusual for a vacation home. They weren’t unpleasant to look at, but no one really did want to look at them. He was surrounded by three archways. The one on his right led to the living room. It looked pretty comfortable, especially with that big TV, but that wasn’t what he needed at the moment. The one on the left led to the kitchen, and the one before him led to a staircase and a hallway.

“There’s a bedroom with a bathroom over there,” Santi said as he pointed towards the hallway. “There’s another bathroom next to the kitchen. Everything else is upstairs.”

“Let’s go upstairs then,” Benny yawned, knowing Santi had already claimed the bedroom on the ground floor.

It happened naturally, like it always did when they didn’t have to flip a coin for it. Benny entered the first bedroom he found. Frankie picked the second one, and Will was left with the bedroom at the end of the hallway. It wasn’t as big as the others, but at least he had the best bathroom, with the modern shower and the large bathtub.

He settled the girl on the bed, not caring for a second about staining the clean sheets. He brought the covers up to her chin, before turning on the night lamp and turning off the room light.

“And where are you gonna sleep?”

He turned around to find Santi in the doorway, his bags in his hands. Will gestured towards the couch.

“There are six beds in this place and you’re gonna sleep on the couch?”

“I can’t leave her alone.”

“Take the single beds.”

“She’ll be more comfortable here.”

Santi sighed. He sounded desperate. He put Will’s bags down on the dresser before he leant against it and crossed his arms over his chest.

“What’s your deal with her?” he asked, although it didn’t sound like a question, because he knew Will didn’t have an answer.

“Don’t know. Don’t care. I’m keeping her.”

“Keeping her? She’s not a pet, Will.”

“She’s staying.”

Will’s aggressive tone and the seriousness in his eyes concerned his friend the most.

“Nobody’s making her leave.”

Will nodded. To him, that was the end of the conversation. That was the end of the issue.

“Seriously, though,” Santi started and Will sent him a warning look. “You do realize this isn’t… I mean it’s weird, man.”

“What do you propose we do?”

“Exactly what we’re doing now, just… be careful.”

“I will be, okay? I just… I just know she’s not what they said she is. She’s not dangerous.”

“How do you know?”

“I just do. Did you see her down there? She’s not a monster.”

Santi frowned and tilted his head to the side as he stared back into his friend’s eyes, hoping he would see and understand his worry. He spoke his next words quietly.

“Maybe she was the biggest monster there.”

Will opened his mouth, but then closed it without saying a word. He looked down at the floor as he clenched his jaw in frustration. He made his way to the couch and sat down, his eyes remained focused on his boots, until they moved back onto her.

“I guess we’ll see when she wakes up,” he said, giving up, too tired to keep debating, as he knew there was nothing he could say to make him understand what he knew in his heart.

“I guess we will,” Santi repeated in a whisper. “Do me a favor, though. Get some sleep.”

Will nodded. “Yeah, I will.”

Santi chuckled as he pushed himself off the dresser and exited the room. Will had always been a terrible liar.

***

Spinning in darkness, untethered, floating like a leaf in water, drifting away in the infinity of her unconsciousness… she rose slowly from the deep sleep she had been forced under. It didn’t feel like waking up, because she hadn’t really been asleep. It was another kind of slumber. She emerged from the shadows of her mind, yet felt like she was drowning in them.

Memories echoed in the obscure chambers of her consciousness, compelling her to return to her comatose state. She didn’t want to go back. That was the only thing she was certain of. The only thing she knew. She fought against it but found herself unable to go back to the peaceful darkness. She was too weak for it. And trying made her feel worse.

She had been taken to the deepest corners of Hell, and they had used every weapon, performed every experiment, put to the test every theory, used up all their ideas… And the lack of satisfactory result never discouraged them. In fact, it became just another excuse to use new tools and new methods to torture her. They quickly learnt how to subdue her, how to make her weak, and her power mute. She had lived most of her life trapped between spells and sigils that had paralyzed her, body and soul. She had only known pain, had only felt their touch, the cutting of their knifes, the breaking of her bones… In Hell, there was no music but the sound of cries, and no song but the demons’ laugh.

That was all she knew.

They had driven her mind away, broken it like they had broken her body. Except it couldn’t heal the same. She was immortal. She was eternal. They couldn’t find a way to stop her heart, so they stopped something else. They had pushed her to meet her end. She had done it to herself.

She had put herself in a box where they couldn’t reach her, where she wouldn’t feel the pain, or their hands on her skin. She had turned herself off, had used those sigils and those traps to her advantage and had locked her mind away. The only way she could escape them. The only death she could ever have.

But something had changed. Now, she was free. The chains had disappeared. She could no longer feel the effect of the sigils on the walls, the traps on the floor and ceiling. She could no longer hear the screams, no longer feel the pain. She could no longer recognize where she was.

It was warm, and soft, and comfortable. And she wasn’t hanging from the ceiling, nor was she chained to the corner of a cold cage. She was lying down, but she wasn’t tied to the surface. It felt weird. Like she could actually move.

***

The sun rose and set on an eventless day chased away by the merciless night. Resting, relaxing… those were not words part of the soldiers’ vocabulary. They almost didn’t know how to do either of those things. They could appreciate a warm shower and recognize a comfortable mattress when they had one, but they were used to the opposite. So when they woke up from their restful sleep, they felt even more tired than they were when they went to bed. It didn’t help that it was almost midnight when they woke up. Or maybe it did help. Because even though they were used to living at night, it was just a good excuse to get back into their comfortable beds.

Will stayed up as long as he could, and he tried not to fall asleep, but he was human, with human needs, and no man, as strong as he might be, could stay awake, as exhausted as he was. But when he woke up the next night, unlike his brothers, he never went back to sleep.

He was awoken by a whimper. It startled him. Like he had just caught himself falling asleep at the wheel. He almost fell off the sofa. His eyes immediately searched for her, fear driven, as an irrational thought crossed his mind that perhaps she had vanished in silence, escaping the house and the attention of the four very skilled men who had been trained to not let such a thing happen. But she was still there. Sleeping. Her chest rose, and when he saw her breathe, so did he. He let out a sigh of relief before running a hand over his face.

He was staring, he didn’t realize it. Once again hypnotized by the sleeping beauty. He came to dread her waking up. The apprehension made him uneasy. Still panic settled in his heart as if he could feel the moment getting closer with each agonizing second that went by.

And then, he heard another whine. Suddenly, finally, she flinched, and his heart stopped.

A grimace twisted her face. A whimper broke the silence. And he froze like a deer in headlights. Like any movement from him would make her pain worse.

Her eyes shot open as she sat bolt upright with a cry that stuck in her throat. She gasped, like the air burnt her lungs. She whined as she found herself free to move and breathe without pain, the surprise almost as painful. She grabbed her wrist and looked down at herself, ignoring the dirt and blood covering her skin, instead focusing on the fluffy cover that kept her warm.

“Hey.”

Although he spoke calmly and as quietly as he could manage, she jumped, and as she saw him, the confusion on her face vanished and terror came to replace it. She seemed to shrink under his gaze, as if she was trying to make herself disappear.

“You’re okay,” he quickly added, holding up his hands before him to show her he meant no harm, “it’s okay.”

She whined as he stepped forward. He stopped.

“My name is Will. You’re safe, I promise no one here will hurt you.”

He could see she didn’t believe him, or maybe she just didn’t understand him. She was trembling, holding back tears, as if she was afraid to move or make any sound, as if that would lead to more scary, more painful things.

He hesitated, for minutes, he just stood there, holding her gaze, nodding at her, whispering promises, begging her to calm down. But she wouldn’t. She just wouldn’t. She just looked at him with her big wet blue eyes as if he was going to do unspeakable things to her. And the more she looked at him, the more scared she got.

“I p-“

She fled. She fled like a rabbit scared of hunting hounds. She pushed herself off the mattress, away from him. Tangled in the sheets, she struggled to get out, and fell on the floor, but she never stopped. She dragged herself in the corner of the room, between the wall and the old-fashioned wooden wardrobe, dragged the sheets with her, brought them up, covered her body under them, hid inside them.

Will sighed as he gave up. He really had no idea how to deal with this. He knew PTSD. He knew how to help soldiers, veterans coming back from war, but this? An angel tortured by demons? He had no idea what she had been through. No idea how to help her. But he knew he had to be patient. And kind. And gentle. And he couldn’t make her do anything she didn’t want to. Even if she needed to.

He slowly walked up to her and she pushed herself against the wall like she wanted to melt and disappear into it. He had never heard such broken cries. As if she knew no matter how much she tried to fight back, how much she begged, how much she cried, the pain would inevitably come. So he had to make her understand it wouldn’t. He had to make her understand he wasn’t one to bring pain.

He sat with her. Without saying a word, he just sat there. And he waited. He waited for her to understand.

***

Hours passed and they hadn’t moved. Slowly, though, she came out from under the sheets, eyeing him, wondering what kind of game he was playing. Usually she could tell what they would do to her that day by who was holding the knife or the room they took her in. But this was new.

He seemed to have fallen asleep, and a thought she hadn’t had in a very long time crossed her mind. She could run. She could try and run. And she might have tried it, had she been certain her legs could carry her out of there. She might have tried it, had she been certain he was really sleeping. She might have tried it, had she known for a fact the door was unlocked. It could be a trap. It was most certainly all a trap.

She moved, slightly, just to see if she could get a reaction out of him. Little by little, and it took minutes, she got herself on her hands and knees and slipped out of her corner. What she was doing terrified her, but her survival instinct pushed her to move, pushed her to seize her chance.

Slowly, quietly, she made her way to the door. She kept looking b      ack at him just to make sure he was still sleeping. Then she got on her feet and almost fell down. This was a terrible idea. She wouldn’t go anywhere in that state. She could barely walk. But she tried it anyway. Because even if they caught her, at least, maybe, they would be mad enough to put her back to sleep.

The door opened, and the empty hallway smelled of freedom. A wave of relief surged through her, but she still had miles to go. She staggered her way to the stairs, falling down a couple of times, but always getting back up. She gripped the ramp tight and was careful with each step she took down the stairs. She could see the front door and she knew it was too good to be true. But she didn’t give up. Even when she fell down again, her knees hitting the soft rug. Even when her legs were too weak to get her back up. She didn’t realize she was crying, because she had spent so much of her life with wet cheeks, and she worked through the pain, because she had known worse. She dragged herself to the big door, pushed herself up enough so that she could reach the handle and pull. And pull.

But the door was closed.

A broken sob escaped her throat as she collapsed to the floor and broke down in tears. She cried until she couldn’t breathe anymore. She cried until she felt a pair of hands around her waist.

She yelped as she was lifted off the floor and the stranger helped her sit up. She was expecting to see scary black eyes and the sadistic smile of the bored jailor that had played this cruel trick on her, but instead was met with the gentle brown-eyes of a man with dark disheveled curls. He looked nothing like Will, but for the pity in his eyes. He sighed as he looked at her, and she felt shame as his eyes travelled on her dirty self. She was only wearing a large brown coat and it had opened up on her way downstairs.

She flinched and shut her eyes as he brought a hand to her face and cupped her cheek. When she opened them again, when the pain never came, when all she felt was the soft touch of his hand on her skin and the gentle rub of his thumb wiping away her tears, fear had made place for confusion, and she dived into his eyes and saw the promises they were making her. She wanted to believe them. She wanted nothing more than to believe Will’s words; that she was safe here. So when the man moved his hands onto the coat, she didn’t move, and she let him button it up in silence.

“Do you want to go outside?” he asked, a question needing no answer, as he knew she wouldn’t give him any.

He slid his fingers in his jeans pocket and retrieved the keys to the door. She gasped when he scooped her up in his arms, but found herself holding on to him. She didn’t know why but she held on to him. The air outside was fresh and wet and she sobbed as it hit her skin and saw the sunrise in the horizon before them, behind the forest. She couldn’t remember the last time she had set foot outside. Had felt the wind in her hair. She buried her head in the crook of his neck to shield her eyes from the natural light. They would have to get used to it again, after all those years in the darkness.

The stranger smelled nice. She didn’t know what it was, but it was different. It was a strong rich smell that had her rub her nose against his collar bone. He smelled clean. He smelled alive. It filled her lungs with unspoken relief. At least, it didn’t make her sick. She shivered at the contact of his skin. He was warm, almost burning the hand she had wrapped around his neck. She wasn’t used to being around the living. She only knew cold death.

There was a swing on the porch and he thought she might enjoy it, perhaps the rocking would calm her down. Soothe her.

She was still trembling in his arms, and he knew it wasn’t because of the temperature. She needed pants… well, she needed everything. He could hear her sob, feel her fingers tap on his skin, and slowly move up to his hair until eventually she slid them in his soft curls and mindlessly, gently, started to pull on them. He rested his cheek on her icy forehead as he hushed and whispered promises, telling her everything was going to be okay.

Eventually, her breathing settled and her sobs disappeared, replaced by the quiet sounds of the calm forest. Her shaking now was mostly due to the cold morning, and while her fingers were still playing with his hair, her free hand had, at some point, seized the collar of his shirt and hadn’t let go.

That was the only thing she could control, the only thing she possessed. That bit of fabric attached to a man she didn’t know, trapped inside her tiny hand like it was a source of power that could allow her to stop time and remain like this forever. It was the shield she had put up around herself, the walls she had built for protection, the leash around his neck to pull on should he or anyone try to end this moment.

She pulled on it when Will ran out of the house in panic and found them on the porch. She pulled on it even though Santi, as Will had just called him, tightened his hold on her and told her it was okay. She pulled on it when Will knelt at his friend’s feet and took her face in his hands. She saw his lips moving, but a sudden ringing in her ear stopped her from hearing him. She whined as she shut her eyes in pain and once again chose to find shelter in Santi’s arms, hiding her face in between his neck and shoulder.

“What happened?”

“She tried to leave. Freaked out when the door wouldn’t open.”

Will sighed. “She’s not scared of you.”

“I don’t know what to tell you man. She keeps smelling me.”

“It’s the cologne I got you for your birthday,” Frankie said as he joined them, cigarette in hand, leaning against the doorframe.

“You didn’t get me anything for my birthday, pendejo.”

“She awake?” Benny asked, appearing behind him with a hot cup of coffee in his hand. “She a monster or what?”

“She can barely walk, Benny,” Santi answered.

“Yeah, she doesn’t exactly look like the most dangerous creature on earth…” Frankie said.

“She looks like she needs a shower.”

“Shut up, Benny,” Will spat as he leant forward to retrieve the girl from Santi’s lap.

She gasped as she felt his hands on her and quickly wrapped her arms around Santi’s neck, desperately holding on like Lucifer himself was trying to snatch her from her safe place.

“Come on, man,” Santi complained. “She’d just stopped crying!”

Will stepped back, obviously frustrated, as Santi stood up. The sudden move made her panic.

“It’s okay, baby,” he hushed as he made his way back inside the cabin without giving another look to his friends.

He took her back to Will’s room where he laid her on the bed. It was one of the hardest things he ever had to do. She just wouldn’t let him go, and her cries made it harder for him to put her down. They came to a compromise. She got back under the covers, and he remained by her side as he held her hand. She played with his fingers for a while until they moved onto his wrist. She seized it and, little by little, started pulling him towards her. Gently, at first, then forcefully. He kept telling her that it was okay. That she was going to be okay. After a while, the words started to make sense to her. Not that she started to believe them, but her brain heard the words, and understood their meaning. Reality was still blurry. But her senses were slowly coming back to her. Eventually, he gave in, and climbed into bed with her. He slid under the covers and brought her to his chest, and she surprisingly didn’t hesitate to embrace him. She laid her head close to his neck and started tapping her fingers on the exposed skin of his chest.

Will appeared at the door with his hands in his pockets. He took in the sight before him then looked away.

“We’re gonna go into town, get some food, some clothes… you need anything?”

“I’m good.”

“Right…”

Silence settled awkwardly and he started to rock on his heels.

“Get her some girl stuff, will you?”

“Girl stuff?” he chuckled. “Sure. Try and get her to take a bath, yeah? I looked around, there’s everything she needs in there,” he said as he pointed to the bathroom.

“Sure,” he scoffed. There was no way that was going to be easy.

Benny called for Will from down the stairs and the older brother waved goodbye before he disappeared in the hallway. Santi heard the front door close behind them and the car drive away. She didn’t move. She didn’t move when Will stepped in, and didn’t move when he stepped out. She just laid there, running her fingertips on his skin. She just held on to him.

She held onto him when he sat up, when he got out of bed. She held onto him when he took her to the bathroom. But when he tried to put her in the tub, she let go. She fought against him, suddenly, startling him, and he was unable to stop her from falling on the cold hard floor tiles, hitting her head on the edge of the tub.

“Shit!”

She pushed against him when he knelt to check her forehead, she screamed in panic. She tried to get up and run but he easily caught her, causing her to fight back even harder. She cried and begged, and he hushed and comforted, but she wouldn’t calm down. He had no idea what he had done wrong.

Frankie arrived soon after, running in, worried about all those screams that echoed from the bathroom.

“Close the door,” Santi told him.

Bad idea.

Once closed, the girl’s screams got worse. She never stopped trying to escape Santi’s arms, and started kicking Frankie as he tried to approach them.

“What’s wrong with her?”

“I think she’s scared of the tub, just lock the door.”

“Are you kidding? She thinks we’re gonna drown her or something and you wanna lock her in here?”

“I don’t want her to run away, just lock the door and help me calm her down!”

Frankie had been right, though. She did lose it when he locked the door. Somehow finding more strength to fight them off.

“Show her the water, show her… damn it,” he hissed in frustration as she almost managed to slip away, “just show her it won’t hurt her, will you?”

Frankie sighed. He made his way to the tub and turned on the tap, putting his hand under the water.

“See? Look. It’s just water, it won’t hurt, look. It’s just water.”

He kept shushing, repeating the same words over and over again because he didn’t know what else to say to make her understand. Her screams, her cries, her begging just wouldn’t stop. And all the while, he wondered why on earth would she be afraid of a bathtub. He stepped back into the corner of the room, still facing the tub. Steam evaporated from the water filling it while her cries worsened.

“We’re gonna get you in the tub, it’s not gonna hurt, it’s going to be nice and warm, and we’re going to get you cleaned up, wash away the blood, wash your hair, you’ll feel so much better, you’ll see. It’s not going to hurt. I promise. It’s not going to hurt.”

She screamed as he stepped forward, and every kick and punch from her broke his heart. But Frankie helped him take her coat off and finally get her in the tub. She fought all the way in, water splashing everywhere. They had to pin her down to keep her from getting back up once they had finally gotten her to sit. Her hands gripped the edges of the tub, as if she was afraid they’d push her under the water. Santi covered one with his own.

“We’re not going to hurt you,” he said as he caressed her skin. “Will said there were some products around, grab some,” he instructed Frankie, who came back with everything he could find.

Bottle after bottle, body wash, shampoo, conditioner… he opened them all and only kept the best smelling ones. He made her watch as he brought them to his nose then asked her to do the same.

“See? Smells good, right?”

The water had gotten cold by the time she was calm enough to let him bring a bottle to her face. But that wasn’t an issue, on the contrary. The water had also gotten quite dirty.

“We’re gonna change the water, okay? So you’re not too cold.”

She watched, with fear, but also a bit of fascination, as the water disappeared around her. She brought her knees to her chest and rested her chin on top of them. Santi took the showerhead and explained to her what he was doing as he turned it on and checked the temperature. She was still scared, but her panic had gone, and although she was still wary of him, she let him do it. She even let him bring the water to her face and hair.

“Close your eyes, I won’t be long.”

When most of the blood and dirt had been washed off her skin and hair, he filled the tub again and asked Frankie to find a washcloth. He could see she wasn’t completely at ease, but hopefully she would remain calm until she saw they wouldn’t hurt her.

Frankie had sat on the other side of the tub and rested his forearm on the edge. He watched as his friend put the cloth in the water and brought it to her face. She jumped and moved back, but then let him clean her face.

“Did you pick the bottle you wanted?” he asked, as he showed them to her again. “This one?”

It was a kids body wash that smelled like strawberry, that he could use to wash her hair as well. After he was done with her face, he handed the cloth to her, but she only gave him a confused look.

“I’m sure you’d rather do it yourself.”

He shouldn’t have been so sure, because she didn’t move. She only looked back down at the water. Santi sighed.

“Right.”

He started with her arms, and she started looking at the bubbles that had appeared in the water, like she had never seen any. He did her back as she tried to grab some, only to watch them explode under her touch.

“Do you wanna do your legs?” he asked again, but still, no answer. She was too captivated by the bubbles. And it smelled good too. Perhaps, that was why she seemed so calm as he touched her.

“I think she’s lived through worse things, Pope.”

“That doesn’t mean I get to touch her like this.”

“I think she’s used to it.”

“It doesn’t make it right!”

“I know that.”

He reluctantly brought the cloth to her legs and she didn’t move when he reached her knees. When he looked up, he found her eyes on him.

“Come on, baby, you can do your thighs, yeah?”

She tilted her head to the side, like she was considering it, but she was just trying to understand. Eventually, she stretched her legs, revealing her upper body to them. They looked away.

“Take the cloth. I’ll wash your hair. Deal?”

He didn’t wait for her to answer because that would have just been a waste of time. She watched it float in the water as he did his best to clean her very dirty and tangled hair. To his relief he remembered Frankie had handed a detangling spray to him earlier as well.

Frankie had spent the entire time looking away from the girl. He didn’t know why but she freaked him out. At some point though, as he dipped his hand into the water to check the temperature, he saw she was looking at the ring around his finger.

“You like it?” he asked as he removed it and handed it to her. She gave him a puzzled look. “Go on, take it. Take a better look.” But she never did. She had learnt long ago not to take anything that was handed to her under any circumstances. She jumped and moved away when he reached for her arm, but didn’t fight back. She watched as he placed the ring in the palm of her hand. It was big and heavy, golden, with details all around it, an eagle in the middle. She looked at it for a while. It could have been seconds, it could have been minutes. Time had taken another meaning inside that bathroom. But at some point, she handed it back to him.

“Thank you,” he said as he put it back on his finger.

In a surprising move, she took the cloth out of the water, and handed it to him. He sighed.

“Alright.”

He wrung the cloth out before bringing it to her neck. Then down her shoulders. Down to her cleavage. He watched carefully for any sign of discomfort, but she seemed lost in thought, her eyes looking once again at the bubbles in the water.

“Frankie,” Santi warned.

“I know.”

He ran the cloth in between her breast and onto her stomach, down to her thighs. He was meticulous. He slowly brought it back up to her breasts. She didn’t move. He made it quick. When he was finally done, she brought her knees back up to her chest, and he looked over at Santi who was still struggling with her hair.

“Do you need a hairbrush or something?”

“Maybe. Hand me that detangling spray you found earlier.”

“If we hurt her, she’ll lose her shit.”

“I know, I’m doing my best here.”

Santi started to wish he had waited for Will to come back and make him do it, because he definitely hadn’t signed up for that. When Will and Benny came back with food and clothes, he was still struggling with it. But at least it was clean.

“That shit ain’t working,” he said angrily, feeling like throwing the bottle out the window.

“Just let me do it,” Will said as he removed his shoes and stepped in the bathroom.

He knelt before her first, and asked her if she was okay. As expected, she gave no answer.

“Let’s just get her out of the water first, we can deal with her hair out there.”

He grabbed a robe that was hanging from the door and Frankie left them to join Benny down in the kitchen and help him with the groceries. Will emptied the tub and asked her to get up, promising they wouldn’t look, although they weren’t sure that information mattered to her. Seeing she didn’t move, Santi leaned over and whispered in her ear.

“Let me help you.”

He put his hands on her waist and she instantly turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, surprising him once again.

“Oh, okay…”

He helped her back onto his feet, allowing Will to get her inside the large white warm fluffy robe. Although she wouldn’t look at him. She kept her focus on Santi. Will tied the belt around her waist and once his hands were off her, she hurried back into Santi’s arms.

Will sighed. “Come on.”

They took her back to the bed where they sat with her, Will behind her, armed with a bunch of hairbrushes and detangling products that didn’t work, Santi before her, holding her hands in his, whispering the same thing over and over again.

“You’re safe. We will never hurt you. You can trust us. I promise.”

Will managed, by some miracle, to fix her hair around noon, and they wondered if she was starving just like they were. Santi gently took her chin in between his fingers and made her look up at him.

“You hungry, baby?”

As usual, she didn’t understand the question, and moved towards him for only response.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he assured her, wrapping an arm around her. “Come on, let’s get you something to eat.”

#triple frontier #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #oc #ofc #santiago pope garcia #santiago garcia #santi x oc #will miller #benny miller #frankie morales #frankie morales x oc #frankie x oc #will x oc #benny x oc #benny miller x oc #poly #poly relationship #will miller x oc #supernatural #crossover #Oscar Isaac #Pedro pascal #charlie hunman #garrett hedlund

[artemiseamoon-ficart]

Navigating the Dark

Read on A03 ⬅️

TF guys, Ocs, Yovanna (Gonzalez), plus some poly Fishben* (my recent obsession)

Headers, Moodboards, and title cards pt 1

About: After the events in South America, everyone struggles to find their way.

Warnings: a bit of a dark fic but slightly. Themes of divorce, infidelity, cheating, death, substance abuse, ptsd, etc. read at your own discretion.

Cast

Molly Davis, Frankie Morales, Will Miller, Benny Miller, Santiago Garcia, Yovanna, Ofc: Juliana, Omc: Liam (Molly’s love interest), Frankie’s daughter Isabella, Ofc: Eva (Frankie’s gf/ mother of his child)

#fic: navigating the dark #Fishben #Santi x Yovanna #triple frontier #triple frontier au #coming to A03 soon #slightly dark fic #frankie catfish morales #Frankie Morales #Will miller #Benny miller #santiago pope garcia #Molly Davis #triple frontier fic #poly fishben #fishben x ofc

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

What upcoming fics are you working on? X

let me give you a glimpse into my mind palace...

current works actually in progress -

- Western Nights part one - a dadsbestfriend!Javier Peña slowburn. small town dynamics, lots of tension, healing, forbidden/star crossed lovers, sneaking around, secret sexy times.

READ PART ONE HERE.

- Honey Girl - dadsbestfriend!Bucky Barnes soulmate au part one - a will they won't they fic set in a world where you have a soulmate assigned to you. yours turns out to be your dad's hot best friend, and the story follows the two of you as you try to navigate this revelation. lots of tension, undeniable chemistry, trying to fight the Inevitable.

READ PART ONE HERE.

works not currently actually in progress, but that will be written in the very near future -

- Clandestine part three - the fallout of your fallout with Stewy

READ PART THREE HERE.

- Another triple frontier boys x reader fic - i'm thinking of adding a poly dynamic this time, but trying to figure out the storyline exactly.

READ IT HERE.

- Jake Seresin x Bradshaw!reader - brothers best friend. involves dog tags and romantic love confessions.

- An Evan Buckley x reader x Eddie Diaz fic - i've had this idea for a while. i'm thinking firefighter!reader who works with them, the three of them are best friends, and they eventually figure out that they're actually in love with each other. lots of fluff and obliviousness and softness.

READ IT HERE.

- Luke Alvez x secret wife reader - this idea has lived in my head forever and i'm finally going to write it. friends to lovers x secret relationship vibes.

- Professor Joel Miller - maybe not a dynamic that lots of people love, but I do. secret affair, very sexy, pet names, lots of sneaking around and longing glances across rooms.

- Mickey Garcia x Nurse!Reader - you meet in the hospital. smitten lovebirds, so ridiculously soft, just so much sweetness.

READ IT HERE.

if any of these look particularly appealing to you, let me know. i always love to hear your feedback, thoughts and desires!! <3

also - i'm hoping i'll have some more time to write now things are a little less hectic. so expect to see more of me in the upcoming weeks <3

#murphanswers #jake seresin x reader #joel miller x reader #luke alvez x reader #mickey garcia x reader #bucky barnes x reader #javier peña x reader #stewy hosseini x reader #evan buckley x reader #eddie diaz x reader #buddie x reader #triple frontier x reader #javier peña smut #bucky barnes smut #javier peña fluff #bucky barnes fluff #professor!joel miller #dadsbestfriend!javier peña #dadsbestfriend!bucky #dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes

[romanarose]

Triple Frontier Boys and Love Languages

Santiago Garcia x reader William Miller x reader Benjamin Miller x reader Francisco Morales x reader

Summary: A series of one shots of the TF boys. Each fic is a different love language and within each fic is 4 of the non-T*m's. Within each of the boys is two scenarios; one where the boys express their love to you, one where you express your love to your boy in question. Each scario is it's own thing, unless it expressly states a lead in. It is not a poly relationship, but you can potentially string many of them together. 8 paragraphs per fic, 40 in total. Some have smut,s ome don't. Hope you enjoy!

P.s. these are all old but I wanted to compile them into one masterlist

Love Langauges: Acts of Service

Love Languages: Physical Touch

Love Languages: Words of Affirmation

Love Languages: Quality Time

Love Languages: Gift Giving

Feel free to share other scenes, ideas, or thoughts!

#triple frontier #Benjamin miller x reader #benjamin miller #francisco morales #francisco Morales x reader #santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia #william miller x reader #william miller #Benny miller #benny miller x read #santiago pope garcia #francisco catfish morales #Francisco catfish morales x reader #santi garcia x reader #triple frontier x reader #triple frontier boys x reader #triple frontier boys #smut #santiago garcia smut #triple frontier smut #francisco morales smut #benny miller smut #benjamin miller smut #will miller #will miller smut #william miller smut

[writefightandflightclub]

I have to know if Santi and Frankie are awkward around each other after the events of Captain of the Team. Or if they’re friends with benefits now? Or only do the dirty when Will invites them over?

Please ignore if you don’t care to answer lol if you can’t tell I’m forever obsessed with this fic. 💙💙💙💙💙💙

Author’s note: Ozzie! Oh my goodness! I love this request! Thanks so much for sending this. I rly enjoyed exploring CotT more and I’d be so up for future blurbs stemming from that universe. For your request, I had a quick think about various ways it couldda feasibly gone down between these two in the aftermath of ALL THAT, and this was the first semi-plausible scenario that came to me. By no means definitive, as I can see it happening in a range of ways. I absolutely blitzed this in excitement also, so apologies if it’s incoherent / full of typos / OOC. The more I think about it the more convinced I am that Frankie is the perfect foil to all of Santi’s hang-ups and I love them together so much!

P.s. If you don’t know what the game Buckaroo is I’m so sorry and you’ll see why.

Summary: this blurb follows on after the events of my Triple Frontier poly! Fic, Captain of the Team (spoilers for that fic follow from here, stop reading if you’d rather read that first) which involves Will + Santiago + Frankie x reader, and Frankie x Santi.

Relationship: this fic focusses on Frankie x Santi, in the aftermath of Captain of the Team. Hints of Santi x reader also, in the present and also references to a past relationship. Refs to 4-way poly.

POV: Frankie’s POV

Warnings: sexual themes and smut references but no full smut. Everything else typical of my characterisation of these two. FEEL FREE TO CORRECT MY SPANISH. Sorry for any mistakes.

Solid ground: (Santiago “Pope” Garcia x Francisco “Catfish” Morales)

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

It’s unusual, Frankie notes, that Santi didn’t stand to hug him upon arrival, but he chooses not to address it.

Instead, Santi takes an exaggerated slurp of his coffee, via the inadequate little mouthpiece of the disposable cup. He then folds his arms tightly around himself, hands tucked under his pits and nipples visible beneath the fabric of his thin cotton tee. Either the bastard’s self-soothing because of this imminent conversation, Frankie surmises, or he’s cold. It’s not even cold, but Santiago thrives on warmth. Frankie could swear he’d even complained of feeling chilly in the tropics one time, with the midday sun blasting down on him and everything.

“You cold, hermano?” Frankie teases, settling his lanky legs astride his side of the picnic table. Taking his jacket off without thinking and tossing it over to Santiago.

The bastard’s face twists beneath the brim of his cap, and yet he still takes it, eagerly shoving his arms into the sleeves and tugging it around him.

After recent events, the sight of Santiago wearing his coat certainly hits different, in a way he isn’t prepared for, and it kills any good-natured, teasing chuckle which otherwise may have erupted in his throat.

“So,” Frankie begins. “What’s up?”

Frankie is, evidently, itching to get straight to business.

Santiago had convened this hang. A pre-work coffee in the park. One-on-one. Perfectly normal, under other circumstances; but under these circumstances, it all felt a little… clandestine.

“Nothing much,” Santi bristles. “What would be up?”

Frankie closes his eyes. Steels himself against Santiago’s typical knee-jerk responses. He gets this kinda way when emotions are involved. For all his confidence, he’s deeply insecure. Afraid of anything too real. Afraid of not being enough. Frankie’s learned this the hard way, from years of watching him spin-out in every single relationship so far. Having watched him self-sabotage. Witnessing him ending things before they’d even begun so that his partner could never hope to leave him first, for that’s always what he believed - to the depths of him - was coming.

Fuck. He’d done that with you, and oh boy, he’d loved you.

Loves you, in fact.

“Oh. I dunno,” Frankie says casually, taking an altogether more casual swig of the coffee Santi proffers, sliding the second cup across to Frankie with the back of his hand. Frankie tastes it, and it’s not lost on him that Santiago remembered his order. “Thought you might want to talk about how we fucked last week.”

Santiago looks thoroughly scandalised for a moment, and Frankie can’t help it when his mouth lilts up with a smile.

Shit. Did he really think that wouldn’t come up?

“Why would I wanna talk about that, huh?” Santi’s brow is heavy, face drawn down.

Great. He’s getting defensive; which sure as hell means he’s feeling vulnerable. He’s shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He’s taking an aggressive sip of his coffee again. It would be a little funny - if it wasn’t so desperately sad.

So many people have had so much love to give Santiago over the years, Frankie reflects, and yet bestowing it upon him has almost had to be done by stealth, every time. It’s sorta like playing Buckaroo, Frankie figures. (That game where you place pieces of luggage on a plastic donkey until the weight eventually trips the mechanism and back hoofs everything off?) Yeah. Exactly. It’s like waiting for Santiago to drop-kick your gently applied love to shit, because inevitably, he suddenly decides he’s over-encumbered by it. Worried that he can’t possibly bear the burden.

Frankie frowns. Actually, he doesn’t like to think about donkeys so much, he decides. Not after the fucking Lorea job.

Anyway.

Instead: “Hey,” he says soothingly, and Santiago’s eyes snap up to his, warm but toughened. “Don’t be weird. It’s okay.”

Frankie knows what he needs, right? Prides himself on it. Knows how to take care of this bastard better than anyone does. Always has. Has done it by stealth, mostly - though sometimes overtly. Hasn’t been drop-kicked too many times for it either. He’d seemed, over the years, to be able to get away with things other couldn’t. He’s always felt kinda special because of that.

Given that fact then, Frankie decides that maybe he can be slightly bolder. Reaches his hand out towards Santiago’s own, and places it right on top.

A hard swallow dips down Santiago’s throat, but he doesn’t pull it away. He’s drawn towards warmth, after all. Always seeking out a little heat.

Frankie feels a warm jug of honey tip itself through his middle as his skin makes contact with Santiago’s. Decides that he can afford to get a little bolder again. Circles his thumb into Santiago’s wrist, in a way that definitely crosses beyond merely “friendly”.

“You look good in my jacket, pendejo,” Frankie purrs, and he deeply enjoys the crimson heat which blooms across Santiago’s cheeks - in the moment before he snatches his hand away.

Frankie’s not usually a flirt. Wouldn’t normally push it. Can’t ordinarily get his words out, instead opting for the pine and then die approach. But, there’s something about Santiago which makes all of this unfamiliar territory feel eminently comfortable. He wants to do the same for him - to help him break new ground without freaking out - but he also doesn’t want to push it.

Doesn’t want to push him.

The man doesn’t react well to being pushed. He’s already halfway out of everything he’s in, and that makes him far too easy to topple.

Frankie wants more out of this, he knows that much. But it occurs to him then, in a moment of panic, that Santiago might not. Or, even worse, and far more likely; that he does want more, but that he’ll do everything in his power to avoid admitting it.

Santiago has gone to great lengths to avoid his feelings before, after all - and so many of his “solutions” have included a goddamn one-way plane ticket.

“Pope,” Frankie begins, looking outward across the park so as to avoid Santiago feeling too boxed in. A tactic he’s deployed many times before when he’s needed to have tricky words with him. “Maybe we should talk about this.”

He glances at Santi briefly - risks it - and sees the fat vein throbbing relentlessly in his forehead. Can imagine his whole body similarly pulsing. Seeing his visible agitation, Frankie gives him time, taking another very deliberate and drawn-out swig of his coffee. Laboriously pondering - with a thinly feigned interest - the activities of the golden lab fetching sticks across the way.

“It shouldn’t have happened,” Santiago bites off after a while, and Frankie tries to obscure the way those words slice through him to his core. Now, he finds that he can’t look back at Santiago, albeit for completely different reasons than before.

Frankie takes a deep, calming breath. Avoids knee-jerk reactions. Tries to remember that this guy rarely says what he means. Starts to wonder, bitterly, if Santiago being so adept at knee-jerk reactions has cumulatively contributed to his joint problems; and then, he bites his lip to avoid saying that out-loud. Instead then, Frankie thinks. Pauses. Turns his body to face Santiago again and waits, until the man finally dares to peek up from under the brim of his cap. Only then does he speak what’s on his mind. Only then does he say what he needs to say, and, regardless of whether Santiago wants to hear it - he needs to. “I don’t regret anything,” Frankie says levelly. As clearly and calmly as possible. “Are you listening? I know what I felt in that room -with you- and I own it. I enjoyed what we did.” He lets the words bed down into Santiago. Knows that his cool, calm authority is just enough to command the space. Enough to avoid the little bastard interjecting before he is done. “I also value our friendship, and I don’t want to put that on the line. So… whatever you want from here goes, okay?”

Frankie genuinely thinks for a moment that he’s nailed it - but he should have known that his buddy wouldn’t be quite so easy to satisfy.

“Whatever I want from here?” Santiago openly scoffs.

“Yeah,” Frankie soothes, searching the other man’s turbulent brown eyes, expression soft and unblinking.

However, as he does so, Frankie suddenly has the awful, dawning feeling that -oh shit- he’s about to be drop-kicked.

“You know what I want from here? I think I want to leave this conversation,” Santi snipes. “This whole thing was clearly a fucking mistake.”

Frankie dares not ask whether Santiago means this conversation, or the whole damn thing. Frankie had been sincere, as per usual, when he’d said he regretted nothing, and pain flashes in his eyes and his gut at the notion Santiago might feel altogether differently.

Of course, though, he thinks. Of course Santiago can’t have a rational conversation about all of this. Has to fly off the handle before Frankie can possibly hope to establish what he truly feels.

So then, with a deep sigh, Frankie watches Santiago stand, the man apparently so in the habit of indulging his own bullshit that he can’t even stop for a fucking second.

“Cabrón,” Frankie says tiredly, standing too as he watches Santiago gather up his things, shoving the items angrily into his pockets.

Jesus.

Frankie suddenly has immense empathy for everything you’d had to deal with when you and Santiago had been together. He had a tendency towards the dramatic, that was for sure. He was also a stubborn bastard, determined to prove himself right. Even if that meant, ultimately, proving he wasn’t good enough for you after all by behaving that way.

Frankie grits his teeth, trying his best not to lose his temper - a rare thing for him as it was, but Santiago certainly testing his patience by being thoroughly infuriating. However, Frankie knows him well enough to know a reaction is exactly what he wants. A reaction so he can blame Frankie. A reaction so that he has an excuse to cut this short. So that he doesn’t actually have to deal with… whatever this is. With whatever he is feeling.

With a huff, then, Santiago next attempts to strip off Frankie’s kindly offered jacket and god; that’s the last straw to him. “Idiota. Eres un maldito burra,” Frankie growls - you’re a fucking donkey- and he strides right up to him, grabbing him squarely by the lapels and forcefully clasping the jacket shut before the bastard can wriggle himself - and his shapely boobs - out of it. “Would you just keep the damn jacket on,” Frankie spits. “There’s no need for you to be fucking cold.”

Frankie’s aggressively delivered kindness appears to shock Santi into submission and silence at least, his eyes going wide and his tongue quitting its wagging long enough to skim along his lower lip as slowly as spark along fuse. And, he does indeed halt his attempts to strip off. However, his nostrils do also flare in annoyance and he shrugs the taller man off of him, turning - dramatically - and marching directly towards his truck.

This dramatic exit leaves Frankie muttering under his breath, spitting expletives in all his tongues. His elbows cutting a sharp shape as he shoves one hand into the back pocket of his jeans, palm towards cheek, and the other palm slipping down his face in exasperation.

Jesus fucking christ.

Where did he go so wrong, huh? He knows this guy. Knows what he needs. Always has. Right? Unless the harsh truth of it is that, even after the impassioned melding of their bodies, Frankie actually doesn’t know Santiago half as well as he thinks.

Frankie thinks on that for a moment, his hand sliding over his scruff.

But.. it just doesn’t sit right with him. Doesn’t sit right because… no. That can’t be right.

There isn’t anybody else who comes close to having Santiago figured out - expect maybe you - and he’s damn sure he can get to the bottom of this. Therefore, suddenly feeling confident again - and determined not to put up with this utter nonsense - Frankie does indeed figure it out. Realises exactly where he’d gone wrong.

Frankie hastens, chasing the man down at a jog until he’s caught up on his little-legged strides. Rounds on his truck, and, as Santiago reaches towards the door handle, he flips around to face Frankie, a disdainful expression on his face.

Frankie doesn’t even wait for whatever bullshit is about to come out of Santiago’s mouth. Instead, he slowly but commandingly walks forward, shoving Santiago back. Pinning his back firmly to the vehicle, pressing him there firmly with the full length of his body. Frankie’s palms press to the glass either side of Santiago’s head. Boxing him in.

Frankie confirms it as he watches Santiago’s pupils blow-out with desire. As he catches the hard swallow dipping down his neck.

Frankie knows exactly where he’d gone wrong now, for sure.

He’d made the mistake you simply can’t make with Santiago. Frankie saying “whatever you want” was the worst thing he could have done, he realises. Because if you leave this insecure bastard to fill in the gaps? He’ll assume you don’t want him at all. You can’t leave him to say it first, or he never will.

Therein lies the impossible contradiction of Santiago Garcia. Tell him you want him, and he’ll run away from your feelings. Don’t tell him you want him and he’ll damn sure run from his own. Somehow, the man is simultaneously both the cockiest and most insecure bastard Frankie has ever known.

Frankie, meanwhile, had never had an issue with committing. With naming what he wanted, no holds barred, and standing by it.

And so, Frankie decides, he must go a little further for Santiago. Make things just a little clearer for him.

“I’m gonna say something, okay?” Frankie rumbles, his hips pinning Santiago’s body in place, the sturdy warmth of him bleeding through denim. Frankie searches his eyes, and Santiago nods meekly. “I want you,” Frankie breathes gruffly up against Santiago’s neck. “Wanted you for years.” He kicks Santiago’s legs apart with his boot, slotting one thigh in between his and letting him feel the urgent bulge at his crotch press firmly up against him. Then, Frankie lets his soft lips travel, grazing them up the column of Santiago’s throat, feeling his pulse point thrum wildly against them. “Want you again.” Ghosting his warm mouth along the stubble at his jaw until his lips hover, an inch away from a kiss and Santiago moans, low and resonant, into the air for him. “You got that, idiota?” Frankie pulls back with satisfaction, upon seeing the cock-drunk haze taking over Santiago’s heavy-lidded eyes. “That more along the lines of what you needed to hear, huh?”

“Uh. Uh huh,” Santiago stutters, and Frankie’s eyes soften with a sudden fondness.

“Good.” He crooks his forefinger under that shapely chin. “Now. We can go back to exactly how it was if you want. That’s okay. But if you do want this to happen again? I’m in. Alright?”

“Uh. Uh huh,” he repeats dumbly, frotting himself against Frankie’s bulging arousal with a hard promise all his own, and now it is Frankie’s turn to stutter as a zip of pleasure throbs all the way down to his balls.

“W-Will’s having people over on Sunday,” Santiago offers, his hands moving to Frankie’s waistband, clamping down on his leather belt and dragging him closer.

Fuck. Frankie’s length is throbbing with how fucking eager Santiago is. With the memory of being buried deep inside of him, years of unspoken tension finally finding an outlet. With how easily he could open him up all over again and find his release.

“No,” Frankie revs, desire churning in the pit of him.

“No?”

“How about sooner?” Frankie rumbles, losing himself a little in the sensations. Coming undone with the proximity. The delicious smell of Santiago’s obnoxious cologne.

And, as if by magic, suddenly, when Frankie’s eyes flutter closed and he releases a thick groan from his throat as Santiago cants his hips up against him, all the man’s smugness comes rushing back - just as forcefully as the blood rushing towards Frankie’s increasingly proud length.

“Wow. I really do look that good in your jacket, huh?” The cocky bastard arcs a thick, suggestive eyebrow, his eyes half-lidded and far too sinful for a man who perpetually carries around a hold-all full of lapsed-Catholic guilt.

“Be careful,” Frankie scolds, and a shit-eating grin splits Santiago’s face, his proud chin jutting out in challenge.

This fucking brat.

“Yeah? Why?”

“Last time, I was easy on you. Next time, I don’t have to be.”

And, despite his brazen, bold words, Frankie dips then to plant the softest, lightest kiss on Santiago’s mouth, stubble grazing against scruff.

He hadn’t realised just how much he had been needing to do that. How much he’d been aching for his soft lips since they’d first collided. And, gaze dancing around Santiago’s pretty face, he feels a rush of affection for the man. A deep need to take care of him. To make him feel safe.

He says so, in different words. “I’m not letting you run, alright?” Frankie breathes, the hypothetical possibility of Santiago ever skipping out on him constricting in his chest. “Not from me. Not after a lifetime.” It pains him that even still, Santiago looks somewhat conflicted. “Believe me,” he reaches to cup his face, the gesture halfway between a buddy’s chastising, harmless slap, and a tender signal of affection. “I already know alllll your bull shit, and you know mine. This doesn’t have to be anything it’s not already. Nothing it hasn’t already been. Nothing’s changed. Okay?”

Santiago seems to ponder this. His mouth pressed into a thin line.

Frankie’s gone out on a limb here, and his heart is in his mouth waiting to find out if the bough under him is about to snap. If he’s about to come crashing down.

Santiago doesn’t say anything for a moment, his dark eyes animated with thoughts. Slightly glassy with emotion. But then, with a sharp intake of breath he dips forward, slanting his supple kiss against Frankie’s mouth. Catching Frankie’s lower lip between his teeth, and ever so deliberately skimming his tongue along it.

Fuck. When he does that, an impossibly bright heat rolls down Frankie’s spine.

“And what is it?” Santiago asks cautiously. “What is this, exactly?”

A valid question. Four of you in an indecipherable tangle, feelings cutting across all corners. Frankie doesn’t know about all that, but he does know something.

And so, Frankie looks Santiago in the eyes. Looks right through the layers - each and every one. Filters through the cheek, the smugness. The lust and the loyalty. The vulnerability; and, eventually, he reaches all the way to that oh so familiar friendship beating right at the heart of this. The thing that feels unshakeable. Feels like solid ground.

He smiles, because the answer’s easy.

“It’s… us.”

“Us,” Santiago repeats levelly, and jeez; Frankie is eminently pleased that the suggestion doesn’t get his hackles up. Doesn’t seem to make him want to run, or to drop-kick Frankie’s affections clean off of him like a bucking luggage-loaded ass.

Simply “us”.

And what’s so scary about that?

It’s not an unknown.

It’s nothing new.

It’s something which has proven itself, time and again. A million times over.

In the next moment then, Frankie pushes himself away from Santiago’s body, creating some space, and taking some pains to slow his ragged breaths. Easing off, before they both get a little too excited - right here and now. Creates some distance, to make sure that Santiago has just a little spare blood to his brain when he receives the next question.

“Think you can handle that?”

Santiago rolls his eyes. Back to his old tricks. “You know you don’t have to be quite so condescending, cabrón?”

Frankie simply smiles with satisfaction, a throaty chuckle sounding out.

Santiago smiles right back.

It feels good, Frankie thinks. Feels good to know that he does knows what Santiago needs after all. Always has.

Nothing has really changed.

Oh, except for…

Santiago leans forward to whisper in Frankie’s ear, hands resting on his shoulders, winding up to the bare skin at the nape of his neck. “By the way.” This man’s sandy voice against the shell of his ear licks sugar down his spine. “When you said ‘sooner’…?”

“Yeah,” Frankie agrees immediately, fishing his car keys out of his jeans and beeping the doors unlocked from all the way across the lot. “See you at your place in 5?”

Santiago laughs. Laughs because of how worked up Frankie’s apparently gotten himself. Laughs, maybe, he hopes, because of how beautiful it is to have found this.

Frankie looks back at him as he nods the affirmative, before preparing to climb into the driver’s side of his own vehicle.

Santiago looks so fucking smug, and oh boy.

Frankie’s fantasised about wiping that smirk off his buddy’s face for decades, and he can’t believe he got so lucky.

#Oscar Isaac #Pedro Pascal #Frankie morales #santiago garcia #Santiago pope Garcia x Frankie Catfish Morales

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The story of us chapter 5

Triple frontier boys x f!reader

Summary- Set before you and the boys are officially together and how you came to be.

Chapter summary- Frankie takes you flying and your relationship to new heights.

CW- 18+,MDNI, to avoid spoilers I will be posting a link for warnings. Link

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Notes- See story Masterlist for full chapter notes. This chapter was so fun to write, my first time writing a solo Frankie. He starts off shy but quickly gains his confidence.

Not beta read

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Chapter V Flying without Falling

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11:54 pm

  Frankie can’t sleep as he lies awake staring at the ceiling fan. Every creak and noise the house makes has him on edge. He shouldn’t care this much but it’s starting to get under his skin and root itself deep somewhere he dare not explore. Before he can fully run away with his intrusive thoughts he hears the front door open and close. He breathes a sigh of relief knowing Benny actually came home after your date. 

  Maybe Santi was right,he shouldn’t be this jealous of his best friends going on a date. But jealousy doesn’t seem like the right word either, he wants to be included, he couldn’t possibly go on as a spectator if you decided to have a relationship. It’s entirely too late for all these thoughts and he’s getting way ahead of himself.

  He would call you normally when his thoughts ran wild. Why would now be any different? The only difference now is that he knows you’ll pick up. Over the last several months that certainly wasn’t the case. Before he can second guess himself he picks up his phone and calls you. 

  ****

You’re seated on your couch staring at the blank screen of the tv replaying the night in your head. You really should go wash your face and get some sleep but you can’t stop thinking about that kiss. You can’t stop thinking about everything he did for you. The feeling was so alien being treated as if you were a Disney princess. Ben was always sweet but this was a side of him you’ve never seen. You could definitely get used to it. 

  Incoming call Francisco

  “Hey Frankie, is everything okay?” Your voice is laced with concern at this late hour he’s calling.

  “Ugh…ya I’m sorry I called so late.” I just wanted to hear your voice. “I just needed to talk to you about something.”

  “Okay.” At midnight? You wait patiently for his response. 

  “So how was your date?” Jesus Francisco you just couldn’t help yourself. He thinks you're silent for a little too long, maybe he can just hang up and pretend this never happened.

  “It was really nice actually, but is that why you called?” You don’t want to give too many details, it just seems odd to talk about with him right now. 

  “No…I guess I should just spit it out. I got my license back and I start in a few days but I’m nervous.” He has to hold the phone away from his ear before he goes deaf at your excited squeal. 

  “Frankie, that's amazing, how come you didn’t tell us yesterday?” You can hear indistinct rustling on the other end. 

  “I didn’t think it was appropriate with everything going on…last night didn’t exactly scream tell everyone your good news.”

  “That’s sweet of you but I would’ve genuinely been excited with all the drama that went on. Life doesn’t revolve around me and my shitty dating life.” It kind of pains you that he put off such a happy announcement to not take attention off you. You know how hard he’s been working to get his license back and this means everything to him. Losing his license was like stripping his identity from him.

  “Listen hermosa, I know it’s last minute but I remember you saying you have tomorrow off…would you be willing to be my first passenger. I don’t want to be rusty in front of the clients on my first day.” He knows you know he’s full of shit. He is the most competent pilot and there’s no way he’s rusty. You’ve seen him in the deadliest situations somehow be cool, calm and collected. 

  “Of course Frankie, I would love to.” You’re certain he doesn’t need any practice but you decide to play along, it’s adorable when he’s nervous. 

  “Meet me at our house around noon and I’ll drive us to the site.” 

  “That sounds like a plan…you should get some sleep if you’re gonna be flying us safely tomorrow.” A little teasing goes a long way with him and you just can’t help yourself. 

  “Very funny, I’ll see you tomorrow Honey good night.” 

  “Goodnight Francisco.” 

  Sleep would not come easily for either of you that night. 

  ****

  Frankie’s not sure how much sleep he got last night, tossing and turning thinking about you. Trying not to think about how his life ended up the way it did. It was hard not to be in his head about his setbacks and inadequacies. He’s a grown man living with his two best friends. He should be able to afford a place on his own and be more independent, but he managed to fuck that up with this coke charge and losing his license.

  He really needed to relax and not let his thoughts run away with him. It wouldn’t be any help today. 

  He rolls out of bed suddenly more aware of every ache and pain in his body, it’s hard to say when he noticed himself getting older. He’s been ready for some time to settle down but had all but given up on finding something worthwhile.

  He pads down the hallway already hearing  the clanking of dishes and the strong smell of coffee.

He enters the kitchen to see the two fit shirtless blondes, one more thing to be insecure about. 

   “Mornin’ Fish.” Will looks up at him from his seat at the table. Frankie gives him a half smile as he slides into the seat across from him. 

  “Rough night?” You could say that 

  “Ya, didn’t sleep much. I was up worried about today.” 

  “What’s happening today?” Benny joins at the table sliding a cup of coffee to him. He scrubs a hand behind his neck deciding what approach to take with the news. 

  “Well I’m flying today. I got my license back.” Will looks up from his phone wide eyed as Benny jumps up nearly knocking the table over.

  “Holy shit man that’s amazing, why didn’t you say anything?” 

  “I was afraid it might not happen so I wanted to wait…I found out Friday and ugh Saturday didn’t seem like the right time to mention it.” Ben and Will exchange glances, neither of them needing to say why.

  “So you start today,what’s your schedule like?” Will stands from the table to refill his coffee.

  “No…I start tomorrow. I’m taking Honey up today to practice.” Lies 

  “Bullshit.” Ben leans back in his chair crossing his arms as Will tries to contain his laughter. Frankie mimics Ben's posture as he stares him down. 

  “You and I both know you don’t need practice.I do have to admit though, a helicopter is a nice move.”

  Frankie relaxes a little at the teasing Ben gives him. The younger man is obviously not bothered by it, he almost seems happy for him. 

  “We’ll Benjamin we can’t all have rock hard abs, some of us have to pull out other means of flattery.” 

  “Well Fish I’m happy for you and I hope you enjoy your date.” There’s no tone of sarcasm or anything to suggest that he’s lying.

  Will stands there in awe and shock at the absurdity of it all. How could they possibly be this chill about dating the same woman let alone you?

  “Speaking of dates, how was yours?” He raises an eyebrow at him playfully. 

  “I know you’ve been dying to ask. It was great, we saw a movie and went to the diner for burgers and shakes and then I dropped her off at home.” He’s not sure if he should include the last part. The conversations have been going well so far. 

  “What a modern day romance and you even had her home by curfew.” Ben flips him off as he stands from the table. 

  “I was gonna let you off easy but since you want to tease, I did get a good night kiss.” Will grabs his chest in fake shock. 

  “Good for you bud.” Frankie pays him on the shoulder as he stands. He can’t help but grin thinking about what he heard when you were in the shower. A sudden burst of confidence flows through his veins. 

  “As much as I’d love to watch this sad pissing contest, we need to get to the gym Ben.” 

  “Alright coach.” He pulls Frankie into a hug before heading down the hallway. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He calls out from over his shoulder. 

  Will just rolls his eyes as Frankie retreats back to his room on the opposite end of the house. 

  Maybe this could work out after all. 

  ****

  Here you are again, tossing clothes about your room undecided on what to wear. This is supposed to be a casual day with Frankie and you can’t seem to get your head on straight. Let’s not add to the fact that you can’t be late. 

  It’s a beautiful sunny day in Florida so you decide to throw on some jean shorts, your army tank top and some black slip on vans. There’s no time to overthink this as you run out to the door to head to their house. You left yourself enough time to stop and grab something for Frankie, you were technically celebrating getting his license back and you wanted to surprise him.

  You pull up to the pristine suburban home they all share, you know Will had every attention to detail to keep the Miller family home in great condition. You have a slight panic when you see that Ben's truck is still in the driveway, you weren’t quite ready to confront what it is you were doing. To be honest you weren’t entirely sure if you knew yourself. 

  Frankie sees you pull up, he’s been pacing around the living room unable to relax. The excited nervous energy coursing through his veins at the thought of flying again and seeing you. 

  You can see Frankie leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed, he has a well fitted black shirt and blue jeans with his signature cap on. He’s just smiling at you as you make your way up the path to their house. 

  “I’m not that late am I?” You’re swinging the small gift bag back and forth on your finger as you hold it out to him. 

  “No but I saw you pull up and got excited.” He’s practically beaming at you. The happiest you’ve seen him in a long time. “I hope whatever’s in that bag is not for me.”

  “You’ll just have to open it and find out.” He grabs the bag from you slowly peeking inside, a medium size black box reveals some brand new aviator sunglasses. 

  “You didn’t have to do this.” You can hear the slight quiver in his voice and you’re so happy with your choice. 

  “I’m getting a free tour in the sky, it’s the least I could do.” He pulls you into a tight hug and you inhale his fresh woodsy scent, you recognize it as the body wash you bought him because you insisted he stop using the 3in1 crap that Ben used. 

  You’re standing in the doorway, neither of you wanting to break the hug, you lightly scratch your nails as you rub his back and a low growl emits from his chest on your cheek. 

  “We need to go before I change my mind.” He grabs your hand and places a kiss on your fingers before turning around to lock up. 

  Ben must not be home, thankfully you can deal with that later and just enjoy your afternoon with the old Frankie who seems to be making an appearance. 

  Frankie jogs ahead of you when you head towards his truck to open the door, he already has his sunglasses on and you curse under your breath a little at the sight. You’ve inadvertently made this day even harder for yourself now that you have to try not to ogle him, but the way his muscles flex in his shirt and the way his jeans are fitting you find your resolve breaking little by little. 

  You hop in the front seat and just before he closes the door he stops and stares at you. “I forgot to tell you how good you look today.” Fuck you’re not gonna make it. 

  The ride to the airfield is mostly spent in comfortable silence as you both trade glances at each other, it was so easy with him to just be. No expectations or insecurities. You often wondered how women didn’t realize what a catch he was, you’re glad in this moment no one has stuck around long enough to see what a massive failure it was to let this man go. 

  ****

  You were making it so hard for him to focus as you made your way to the chopper he was using for the day. The army tank top and short shorts doing nothing to hide your curves. 

  He could tell you were carrying yourself differently than the other day. A part of him was grateful for your date with Benny that seemed to bring some peace to your otherwise chaotic weekend. 

  A helicopter used to bring the sight of hell for the both of you, going on missions unsure if you would make it out alive, but now the way you turn and smile at him, practically bouncing with excited energy he thinks it may be heaven. 

  “We’ll see if I remember how to fly one of these.” You can almost see the faint wink behind his aviators as he holds the door open for you and you climb into the comfy leather seat. He buckles you in tugging on the straps to make sure they’re secure. He’s desperately trying to keep this as professional as possible but he sees the way you’re looking at him and he just wants to lean in and kiss you. He tears himself away closing the door behind him before he loses all form of concentration. 

  You wanted him too, and he almost did but you know he needs to focus. Even though he’s flown much larger aircrafts than this countless times, he still doesn’t want to jeopardize his second chance at life. And if you’re correct about your assumption there would be plenty of time for that. 

  “You know I have strapped myself in a few times.” He’s focused on the task at hand but you can see him smirking as he flips to switches and waits for the all clear to take off. 

  “I know you have hermosa but I’m supposed to be practicing so just pretend you’re a passenger. 

  What is it with these boys and pretending? You’ll play along since it worked out in your benefit the last time.

  He hands you a headset before doing a final once over and you can feel that familiar drop in your stomach as you lift up. The thrum of the blades all you can hear at the moment. He always made it look so easy and he’s all but confirmed how little practice he actually needed. 

  Something about finally being in the sky again has his confidence soaring. He can feel it in his bones, the man he used to be trying to make an appearance. He’s trying to focus but he can’t stop looking at the way you smile when you see something you like. He misses seeing you like this, happy to be in the air. Although he doesn’t miss the reasons why you used to be in a helicopter.

  You’re trying to take in the sights, but you can’t help but stare at Frankie. The way he’s controlling this massive machine with ease. You can see it in the way he relaxes. His shoulders seem less tense. That smile you loved so much has returned without the slight underlying sadness. It’s intoxicating seeing him like this.

  “I missed seeing you in that seat next to me.” He glances over in enough time to notice you smile to yourself.

  You fly for a while just taking in the sight below, this was a version of your city you’ve never seen before and it’s truly mesmerizing. It breaks your heart knowing what he had to go through to get back to this place. Everyone has dealt with their demons in their own way. His demons almost took the most important things in his life away from him. 

  He doesn’t think he’s been this happy flying, seeing your face light up when you spot something you recognize or the fact that you so willingly agreed to come with him and make this day as special as possible. 

  “You’re pretty good with your hands Mr. Morales.” He raises an eyebrow at you wondering if the altitude has gone to your head. He needs to be safely on the ground if you’re going to call him that again.

  “I’m a pretend passenger, remember.”

  “My real passenger is an 80 year old man, I hope he doesn’t comment on how good I am with my hands.” You snort into the headset before erupting into full blown laughter and there it is again, that laugh that would bring any man to his knees.

  “You mean to tell me you’ve never flirted with a passenger?” He glances at you nervously playing with your straps over your chest as you look out below.

  “There was one time.” 

  “Well I hope it ended well for you.” You can see you’re almost back to the airfield and your heart drops a little at the day coming to an end.

  Let’s hope it does end well for me. 

  ****

  “So,what are your plans for the rest of the day?” He didn’t want to assume as he awaits your answer, suddenly so focused on the road as you make your way back to their house. 

  “I don’t have anything planned, I wasn’t sure if you had things you needed to take care of for tomorrow?” He looks a little confused and you can’t help but laugh at the deep crease in his brow. 

  “You know your first day back at work.” 

  “Oh, everything is all squared away. Although I was hoping you might want to stay a little while, I can make us lunch.” He sounds a little timid again but when you grab his hand not placed on the steering wheel and kiss his palm all his worries are washed away. 

  “I would say these hands have done enough today but I would be stupid if I said no to anything you cook.” He has other plans for you and his hands but he needs to focus on one thing at a time first lunch. 

  He already had a full plan for lunch that would’ve turned into Will and Bennys dinner if you decided not to stay. The conversation flowed easy as you both enjoyed grilled shrimp tacos and homemade ceviche. You hadn’t spent this much time together in months, it seemed you had a lot to catch up on. 

  You both confided in each other, it was so easy to talk about life and issues without being judged. The more Mike pulled you away left a gaping hole in both of your lives. You couldn’t possibly go back to that again. 

  Frankie’s washing the dishes, your plates having been completely cleared and has to stop what he’s doing at the sound of your obscenely loud yawn. He can’t help but laugh at your wide eyed expression, you obviously just as surprised by it as he was. 

  “I’m sorry, I’m just so content after that meal and honestly I got no sleep last night.” He dries his hands and makes his way over to you seated at the kitchen island. A mischievous glint in his eye. 

  “I have a bizarre request and you can say no if you want to. Seeing as though we both got zero sleep last night, do you want to take a nap?”

  “Yes!” You groan internally at your enthusiastic response. 

  He had a surge of confidence at your response as he got impossibly closer, stepping between your legs as he rubbed his hands up and down your thighs in a soothing motion. He leans in and you close your eyes bracing yourself for a kiss when you suddenly feel his lips brush your ear. 

  “Bed or couch?” You’re not certain you can breathe with the way his voice drops to a low register. His hands are like fire on your exposed thighs so close to where you want him to touch you. 

  “Couch?” It comes out in a breathy whisper as you attempt to clear your throat. “I think the couch is safer.” 

  He hasn’t so much as moved an inch and with his close proximity you’re afraid he can hear your heart beating out of your chest. 

  “Couch it is, but I’m not sure if it’s safer.” He takes your hand and guides you off the stool and it feels like you’re floating as you make your way to the living room. He sits in the corner, defaulting to his favorite spot despite having a choice of anywhere. He practically pulls you down with him as you settle in facing him with your head resting on his extended arm. Many a movie night you’ve fallen asleep in this exact position, but this feels different. 

  He pulls the blanket off the back of the couch to cover you as sleep already threatens to claim you. The sound of his steady heartbeat and the smell that you could only describe as him lulling you to sleep. 

  He doesn’t even think you realize you’re rubbing his back as you muzzle deeper into his chest, the feeling so domestic it makes his chest hurt a little. It’s like a knot that’s formed over time trying to loosen itself the further into sleep he goes. He only remembers the smell of your shampoo and your slow breaths before exhaustion takes him under. 

  ****

  The house is quiet…so quiet that he knows Ben and Will definitely aren’t home yet. The sun is still up but casting the orange hue that tells him it’s late in the afternoon. He doesn’t want to move too much because you’re still sleeping so peacefully. He is aware however that you have moved in your sleep, draping your leg over him like he’s a human body pillow. 

  Perhaps it’s a wicked Pavlovian response that his body betrays him in the moment as you're pinned against him. He’s growing harder in his jeans and every attempt to move you only causes you to stir further, involuntarily grinding your hips into him in a steady slow motion. 

  You’re having that dream again but this time it feels so real, too real as you feel the hard press of Frankie’s cock against your core. This time when you wake it’s not like a bucket of cold water being thrown on you. It’s softer, more intentional. 

  “Honey….honey?” It’s a little disorienting, but you can still smell him and see the light coming through the windows. You must not have slept for very long. You can feel his thumb tracing lines across your cheek and slowly register him saying your name. The sensation you were feeling in your dream hasn’t dissipated and you don’t dare look down as your haze begins to lift. 

  “I think you were having a dream.” His sleepy voice barely above a whisper. “You kept saying my name.” It seems you’re both in a predicament, him more so than you since he’s not actually in your head and you can feel evidently what’s pressed against you. 

  You hope maybe a change in subject will make him drop it or at the very least get the hint. It didn’t seem like the appropriate time to tell him that you can’t stop having sex dreams about your best friends. 

  “You know…you didn’t seem like you needed any practice today.” You shift on the couch to look up at him.

  “Maybe I told a little white lie.” He’s staring at you, a question hanging in the air of do you want this? He hasn’t moved his hand from your face as he slowly tilts it up further and leans in for a tender kiss. He’s been waiting all day, resisting the urge to kiss you the moment he opened his gift. 

  He’s waiting for you to pull away or say you don’t want this but that moment never comes as the soft kiss turns into a fight to get impossibly closer. His patience wore thin at the way you were saying his name in your sleep. Your hands are in his hair as he deepens this kiss, both of you trading moans in between breathing. He grips the thigh that’s slung over his hip as he pins you beneath him, the heavy comfortable weight of him grinding you into the couch. 

  You hate your brain for making you aware of your dry humping session being in the shared residence of the man you were also dating?

  “Wait…wait, I have a confession.” He stops suddenly hoping he hadn’t totally fucked this up by going to far. The moment feels like an eternity as he lets you catch your breath. 

  “I kissed Benny.” You’re bracing yourself for the moment he rolls off you and asks you to leave but he drops his head to your shoulder as he chuckles in your ear. 

  “Well just consider it even, since I’ve kissed Benny too.” Oh now he wants to make jokes. 

  “Yes I’m aware but it wasn’t less than 24 hours ago.” He raises an eyebrow at you and you silently curse yourself for assuming. “Unless it was…”

  “I’m just kidding, I had to mess with you a little.” You swat his chest playfully and breathe a sigh of relief. “Let’s just say Benny and I have come to a friendly agreement. 

  You’re not entirely sure what that means but you couldn’t care less as long as they know what’s going on even if you didn’t. 

  You try to pull him towards you again but he braces his right arm beside your head to stay upright, his left hand not having left your thigh throughout the interaction. 

  “I suppose if we’re being honest…I have a confession.” His tongue peeks out on his bottom lip as he mulls over how to approach, he has no idea how tempting it looks. 

  “I was going to wake you up yesterday but you were already in the shower.” Your throat is suddenly dry and your shoulders tense. “ I thought you were crying so I hesitated and then…I heard you say my name.” 

  There was no playing this off, not like your dream where he knew you were sleeping. This was perhaps the most mortified you’ve ever been. You wish you were anywhere but pinned under his literal and figurative gaze. 

  “I can explain.” No you can’t 

  “Tell me.” You try to move out from underneath him but he doesn’t budge. 

  “Frankie this isn’t fair.” 

  “No hermosa, you know what’s not fair.” His hand is slowly making its way up your thigh and your breathing is ragged. 

  “You had to take care of yourself when the hands you wanted to touch you were just on the other side of the door.” You don’t know when you lost control of the situation but here you are, stuck under him. He’s waiting for you to tell him to stop but your body has other plans and your lips won’t move.

  “Now tell me.” It’s not a question and this side of him has you faltering. 

  “Tell you what?” He leans down to kiss your lips but pulls away just as fast. 

  “What you were doing when you said my name.” He can’t be serious

  He’s searching your eyes for any sign you want this to stop but all he finds are your lust blown pupils. He decides upon seeing your excitement to try a different approach. 

  “Show me.” He waits to see if he made the right choice and you slowly move your hand from around his neck. No one has ever made you this nervous and excited at the same time. His confidence awakened something in you that you didn’t know existed. You slowly start to unbutton your shorts, never breaking eye contact. You can see his chest rising and falling, his resolve breaking a little spurring you on. 

  You dip your hand under the waistband of your lace panties, thanking yourself for being a little too optimistic about where the afternoon might lead. His eyes trail down your front as he battles with watching your face and watching where your hand has disappeared. He shifts to the side to give you room as you  slowly circle your clit with your middle finger. A small whimper escapes your lips and any embarrassment has been replaced with chasing this high. 

  You drag your finger through your slit as you dip a finger in trying to reach that spot at this awkward angle, you whine in frustration because your fingers aren’t enough with the way he’s been subtly working you up all afternoon. 

  He grabs your wrist and gently pulls your hand out of your shorts, you're wrapped in his every movement as he brings your fingers to his mouth to lick and suck every last drop from them. 

  “Let me show you.” His hands seem so much larger than yours as they make their way down your breast and across your abdomen, his trail painstakingly slow but you wouldn’t dare rush this moment. 

  He dips his hand into your shorts, dragging his fingers across your soft lace panties. “Frankie please…” You're hanging on by a thread and you need him to stop teasing you. 

  “You’re so sensitive, I’ve barely touched you.” You’re having deja because he’s said that before…or was that your dream. He dips one finger into your entrance as you arch your back. It’s too much and not enough as if he senses your frustration he plunges a second finger in slowly pumping in and out. 

  You drop your head onto the pillow as you softly moan his name. You can feel his cock grinding into your hip as he picks up the pace. He swallows your moans with his lips on yours. His name has never sounded sweeter than it does now as you chant his name. You’re ratcheted too tight as you feel the coil build, his fingers press down on the soft bundle of nerves and your toes curl in a blinding orgasm. You’re not sure when you gripped his hair like a lifeline as you slowly untangle your fingers while you come down from your high. 

  “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the way you said my name.” He’s placing soft kisses on your neck as he removes his hand, you’re suddenly feeling a little bold as you can feel how patient he was being. You palm his bulge through his jeans and he bucks his hip, groaning your name. 

  The sound of car doors slamming have you both looking at each other wide eyed. He grabs your hand and places it around his waist. “I need you to pretend to be asleep.” You open your mouth to speak but he shushes you with a kiss as he flings the blanket back over you both. Your pants are still unbuckled and he’s still very hard but right now as the keys jingle in the door you figure you can deal with it later. 

  The front door opens and you bury your face into his chest to hide your laughter at having to pretend once again. Ben’s yelling about something per usual as you hear Will shush him. 

  “Awww they look so peaceful.” You can feel Frankie squeeze your hip and it’s taking everything to calm your breathing. His chest is rising and falling steadily as he squeaks out a fake snore. He may seem peaceful but you can feel his rapid heartbeat against your cheek. 

  You hear footsteps getting further away and voices trailing as they make their way to the kitchen. Frankie can hear the fridge open and close and the sound of the water in the sink running. 

  “Can you button your shorts without moving too much?” He whispers into your temple. You nod your head as you slowly move your hand down to button them again, you try your best to avoid his problem that seems to be less obvious. When you’re finally decent you sit up peeking over the back of the couch. You signal for him to sit up and he hears footsteps approaching. He raises his arms above his head dramatically, stretching as you do your best-I just woke up eyes. It’s all ridiculously hilarious 

  “Good evening sleepyheads.” Ben plops down next to you on the couch and you sit up fully now in the middle of both men. 

  “Do you ugh…want some water?” Frankie’s standing to stretch now, his little belly exposed as his shirt lifts and you notice he’s still got a slight bulge but nothing that couldn’t be explained by how close you were sleeping. 

  ���Yes please.” Your voice is a little hoarse from your nap or moaning Frankie’s name for too long. 

  He leaves you two on the couch and heads to the kitchen as Benny pulls you into his side and places a kiss on your temple. This has to be a record for times getting deja vu in one day. 

  “How was your date?” So they must’ve come to an agreement like Frankie said because he just called it a date without any malice in his tone. Just genuine curiosity and care. 

  “It was great actually.” Frankie returns with your water and sits back down next to you on the opposite side. He doesn’t seem bothered at all by you cuddling up with Ben and it’s bizarre territory you’re wading into. 

  “Well I hope you showed our girl a good time.” You’re sputtering your water as Frankie hides his amused face behind his hand. Ben is patting your back as Will enters the living room with beers in hand. 

  “Are you okay?” He hands the beers around as he tries to offer you one but you wave him off. 

  “I’m fine…but I really should be going. I have work early tomorrow and I really should get some sleep.” You all stand from the couch unsure of how to say goodbye. 

  Frankie pulls you into a hug and places a kiss on your forehead. “At least you got a nap today.” He winks at you and you pinch his side knowing he can’t make a sound. 

  “Don’t hog her, she was with you all day.” Ben picks you up as you yelp, he couldn’t resist that sound. He carefully sets you down and leans in to kiss your cheek. 

  You turn to see Will in the loveseat sipping his beer with an amused smirk on his face. “I swear to god Will.” He holds his hands up in mock surrender as both men are snickering beside you. 

  “I didn’t say anything sweetheart.” You make your way towards the door to grab your bag off the hook and you can feel all eyes on you. “ I’ll see you Friday to fix that hole in your wall.” 

  “Will…”

  “Don’t argue with him, it'll only make your life harder.” Ben knows his brother all too well so you decide to take his advice and drop it. 

  “Fine, I’ll call you later.”

  “Okay.” They all say in unison and erupt in laughter. 

  As you close the door behind you still hearing the faint sounds of your boys you realize how completely and utterly fucked you truly are.

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[whatthefishh]

Hello, I love feed your ego, do you have any recs for smut with two or more of the TF boys

Oh nonnie I love where your mind is at 😂💗 thank you so much btw! Some 2+ TF action below for you:

No Contest by @melodygatesauthor (Benny/Santi/reader goodness)

Last Minute Under the Table (series) by @kittyofalltrades (will is the only logical one here and I love it)

These Benny + Santi thots by @dameronscopilot (whole TF masterlist really)

Captain of the Team by @writefightandflightclub (I’ve read this more than once ok)

Bloom verse by @charnelhouse (just. So many. Wow.)

Homecoming series by @astroboots (frankie/Santi/reader/emotions/hot af)

Awakening series by @romanarose (when romana tried to call me a hoe but she wrote this series🤍)

Constellations (part II with the smut part I for the context) by @moonknightly (the EMOTIONS also 🥵)

#inbox 💌 #fic recs #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier fandom #triple frontier poly

[marisferasiop]

Pedro Pascal character masterlist:

All my fics are EXPLICIT unless stated otherwise! MINORS DNI

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) : [pairing: dincobb unless stated otherwise]

Starving, Darling: DinCobb (rewrite of most of s3 replacing Bo with Cobb): ao3

It Could Be This Easy: DinCobb (extremely fluffy domestic morning with Din and Cobb): ao3

Sunshine: DinCobb (Din is hired by Boba to take care of the last local slave compound, which is where Cobb grew up. SoulmateAU feat protective, possessive Din): ao3

Spurs and Spikes: DinCobb (very fluffy cafe owner and cowboy AU): ao3

Take You to See the Stars: DinCobb (Din lures CObb offworld for some adventuring during a bounty hunt, feat. Hoth and swimming on Takodana): ao3

Sand, Salt, Savoring (you): DinCobb (Din returns to Tatooine to visit his crush): ao3

Fuse (Ezra x Din x you) (Din picks up a bounty for a man slipping on investment debts for prospecting. he finds an injured man and girl and while taking him back for Core Justice, the three of you are dosed with a pollination spice. Sex Pollen Crossover AU): ao3 / Tumblr

Paklalat (Din x Ezra x You - continuation of Fuse, domesticity ensues as you and your boys settle into a relationship): ao3 / tumblr

Ezra (Prospect, 2018) :

Fuse (Ezra x Din x you) (Din picks up a bounty for a man slipping on investment debts for prospecting. he finds an injured man and girl and while taking him back for Core Justice, the three of you are dosed with a pollination spice. Sex Pollen Crossover AU): ao3 / Tumblr

Paklalat (Din x Ezra x You - continuation of Fuse, domesticity ensues as you and your boys settle into a relationship): ao3 / tumblr

Transplant: (Joel / you / Ezra; poly dynamics. Ezra is brought in badly hurt by the patrol; you are a sweetheart and the only doctor in Jackson, and in a confounding "situationship" with the town scrooge, Joel Miller. You patch Ezra up and grow close to him. Poly dynamics ensue, feat. Joel's trademark insecurities and a developing relationship between Cee and Ellie): ao3 / Tumblr

Interloper: (Joel/ you/ Ezra; poly dynamics, set in the Transplant universe- short/continuation to the core story): ao3 / Tumblr

Sanguine: (cryptid!Ezra/afab Vampire!Reader): ao3 /tumblr

Peg that Middle Aged Man Campaign 2024 entry: Prospecting (Ezra/ reader - pegging) : ao3 / Tumblr

Ahórcame, Papí (Joel/ Ezra/ Frankie) poly bdsm relationship, long term chastity play, Daddy/littles: ao3 / Tumblr

Tootsie (Ezra/Seth) prospect/ deadwood dincobb adjacent pairing. When Ezra gets shot, Seth takes it personal. Ezra tries to console his man by playing up his foot fetish.

The Lovers, Reversed (Ezra/Dieter Bravo) written for the @dieterbravobrainrotclub May challenge prompt: "do you believe in aliens?" And "meet cute"

Joel Miller (The Last of Us- HBO) :

Transplant: (Joel / you / Ezra; poly dynamics. Ezra is brought in badly hurt by the patrol; you are a sweetheart and the only doctor in Jackson, and in a confounding "situationship" with the town scrooge, Joel Miller. You patch Ezra up and grow close to him. Poly dynamics ensue, feat. Joel's trademark insecurities and a developing relationship between Cee and Ellie): ao3 / tumblr

Interloper: (Joel/ you/ Ezra; poly dynamics, set in the Transplant universe- short/continuation to the core story): ao3 / Tumblr

Comfort, Despite the Storm: (Joel/ afab!reader, no y/n) you're Joel's neighbor in Jackson and, after bringing him a birthday present, he finds you riding out a storm on your porch. You suck his dick and ride him on your couch. Pwp : Tumblr / ao3

Ahórcame, Papí: (Joel/ Ezra/ Frankie) poly bdsm relationship, long term chastity play, Daddy/littles: ao3 / Tumblr

Frankie Morales (Triple Frontier):

Santi/Frankie/reader: Cock Pit (bi threesome, cucking and chastity play) ao3 / tumblr

Ahórcame, Papí (Joel/ Ezra/ Frankie) poly bdsm relationship, long term chastity play, Daddy/littles: ao3 / Tumblr

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble) :

Dieter/ Cecil/ Reader: Eyes on Me (bi throuple on the red carpet and afterwards) ao3 / tumblr

Crossovers:

Joel/ you/ Ezra: Transplant: ao3 / Tumblr

Joel/ you/ Ezra: Interloper: ao3 / Tumblr

Din Djarin/ you/ Ezra: Fuse: ao3 / Tumblr

Din Djarin/ you/ Ezra: Paklalat (part 2 of Fuse): ao3 / tumblr

Dieter/ Cecil/ Reader: Eyes on Me (bi throuple on the red carpet and afterward) ao3 / Tumblr

Ahórcame, Papí (Joel/ Ezra/ Frankie) poly bdsm relationship, long term chastity play, Daddy/littles: ao3 / Tumblr

Tootsie (Ezra/Seth) prospect/ deadwood dincobb adjacent pairing. When Ezra gets shot, Seth takes it personal. Ezra tries to console his man by playing up his foot fetish.

The Lovers, Reversed (Ezra/Dieter Bravo) written for the @dieterbravobrainrotclub May challenge prompt: "do you believe in aliens?" And "meet cute"

WIPs:

Ezra x plus size!sex worker!OFC - "striking the vein" working title, explicit, release: tbd

DinCobb Nevarro slice of life, mature/explicit, very fluffy, unnamed, release: tbd

"Lot 27" (working title) : Tim & Joel twins!au x Shane "Dio" Morissey; detective & mob / sex trafficking ring au, v explicit and dark, release summer 2024 summary: mob enforcer Joel has a boy he regularly visits on the streets who goes missing. He finds him in a sex trafficking ring and asks his twin brother and Detective, Tim, for assistance in busting the ring and getting his boy out. After, they both show Shane how Daddies should treat their littles while they work to rehab him from his trauma.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #masterlist #din djarin #ezra (prospect) #the mandalorian #prospect (2018) #joel miller #dieter bravo #frankie morales #francisco morales #triple frontier #the bubble #minors dni

[pintsizemama]

Decorate the Tree

Day 3

Summary: It’s your first official Christmas with your four lovers, and you want it to be special.

Pairings: Santiago “Pope” Garcia, Oberyn Martell, Dave York, & Max Phillips x You, Santiago “Pope” Garcia, Oberyn Martell, Dave York, & Max Phillips x Female Reader

Fandom: Triple Frontier, Game of Thrones, The Equalizer 2, & Bloodsucking Bastards

Rating: Mature

Warnings: reference to drinking blood (vampire), polyamorous relationship

Word Count: 743

A/N: This is a continuation of Surprise Trip from the 2021 Christmas Writing Challenge.

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You glanced tiredly around your now very cluttered living room. You had spent half the day pulling out Christmas decorations, and then shopping for even more. You were excited. This was the first year you were spending Christmas with all the guys. It had been two years since the five of you hooked up in that hotel room. You had held to the decision to meet regularly for more trysts. For over a year the five of you got together at least monthly—more if you could. Sometimes it wasn’t all four of the men, work and life got in the way, but you hadn’t gone more than a few weeks without seeing at least one of them.

After that first year something shifted. Deeper feelings developed, and you all realized you wanted this to be a more permanent arrangement. Basically, a guy at work started to show interest, and you told the guys. You had no interest in your coworker, but you never kept secrets from these men, so you let them know someone was pursuing you while out to dinner one night. They all went very still and quiet. You knew they discussed it when you excused yourself to go to the bathroom because when you went back to Oberyn’s house, they immediately proposed a plan.

They hated the idea of anyone else with you. You were theirs. So, despite all four men being devout bachelors, they committed to you right then and there. A few months ago you all moved in together, and it was absolute bliss.

Oberyn and Dave didn’t have their kids this year for the holidays, so you wanted to make it extra special to take their minds off not being with their children…hence the decoration overload currently inhabiting your living room.

“Holy shit,” a deep male voice startled you from your thoughts. You turned to see Max and Santi had arrived home.

“Oh, thank God you’re here!” You exclaimed in relief. You kissed them both in greeting.

“What happened in here?” Max asked.

“I need your help,” you began. “I want to get this all sorted and the tree up before Oberyn and Dave get home. Then we can all decorate the tree together.”

“You know what? I’m not even gonna ask,” Santi chuckled. “Just tell me what you need me to do.” A little over an hour later the three of you had made a lot of progress. The tree was up and almost everything was organized.

“I’m gonna order some dinner,” Santi said as he glanced at his watch. “They’ll be home soon, and I’m sure they’ll be as hungry as we are.”

“Good idea,” you agreed.

“Max, you eating what we’re having or…something else?” Santi asked.

“I’ll eat with you guys,” he answered. His hot gaze fell on you. “I’ll have ‘something else’ for dessert.” You shivered in anticipation. Max didn’t always feed off of you. He was afraid of going too far and hurting you. But when he did, it felt so damn good. You felt strong arms wrap around you from behind.

“Would you like that, sweet cheeks?” Max whispered in your ear. He ran his nose up the side of your neck. “You want me to suck on this beautiful throat later?”

“Mmm, yes please,” you moaned. Just then you heard the front door open. Dave and Oberyn walked in, their eyes widening slightly at the scene before them.

“Wow,” Oberyn said. “You’ve been busy.” Max dropped his arms so you could rush forward to greet the others. After kissing them both you stepped back and surveyed them. They looked tired, but relieved to be home.

“Are you guys up for some tree trimming?” You asked.

“Of course, baby girl,” Dave said as Oberyn nodded. You clapped in excitement.

“Yay!” You cheered. “This is going to be so much fun.”

“Dinner’s ordered and on the way!” Santi called out. You assigned tasks to everyone, and the five of you got to work. Elf played on the tv and in no time at all the tree was done. Dinner arrived, and you decided to eat in the family room so you could admire the tree. You all sat on floor around the coffee table while you enjoyed dinner.

You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. Your life had changed so much in the last 2 years, and you couldn’t wait to see how much better it would get.

Day 4

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[alwaysdjarin]

Heat waves

A  “Triple Frontier” Series

Part 4

Part 3

TF Boys x f!reader (except Tom)

RATING: Explicit 18+ ONLY. No Minors Please. My work is 18+.

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (f receiving), public sex (car), fluffy Frankie, beach fun

Words: 4.5k

A/N: I love our soft Frankie. Hope you enjoy the date. Please give me a feedback. 💜 Thank you for all your love! 💜

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"I'm melting." Benny moans as he stretched out on the couch, dressed only in his boxer briefs. You took a big sip of your cold cola and wiped beads of sweat from your forehead. "I swear to you, that's how it must feels like in hell."

There has been unbearable heat wave in Florida for days and so your activities were kept to a minimum. You spent most of the days in the house, watched movies and shoveled tons of ice cream when you didn't have to work. You were happy to limit yourself mainly to the night shifts in the sports bar, so you didn't have to move too much during the heat of the days. And Benny also put his training sessions on the nights, which had the positive side effect that he could take you to the bar and pick you up again. Will was out of town for a few days because of his job to hold a few speeches and make new contacts and you were sure he had given Benny a 30 minutes lecture about how to take care of you before leaving.

And Benny did his job well. The demons inside your head had almost completely disappeared. The nightmares subsided and your thoughts no longer revolved around this one fucking bastard. Bennys and your band was stronger than ever, he was your safe haven, the house of the Miller brothers was the place where nothing could ever happen to you. Whether it were such simple things as a fresh coffee after your night shift, an extra portion of whipped cream on your ice cream, or a gentle "sleep well, Sugarboo!" into your ear after you had fallen asleep in Will's car and he’d carried you into your bed. You felt comfortable, appreciated and loved. Loved? Yes.

"Bing" Your phone signaled an incoming message. "Oh nooo" you moaned because it was at the other end of the coffee table. You turned your head in Benny's direction. "I can't move, I'm merged with the couch." Benny opened an eye and smiled in your direction. "If I were you, I would check. I've heard rumors that date number 2 is coming up."

You sat up like lightning and grabbed your phone over the table. "Curious little thing." Benny giggled.

You opened your messenger and a smile grew on your lips when you read the new message.

*+*+*+*

Frankie: Hey Sug. Unfortunately, I don't have a dress, flowers and a chauffeur for you. Would you still like to go to the beach with me today?

You: Aww Frankie. 😍 That sounds great, I would be happy.

Frankie: Cool, I'll pick you up at 2 pm.

You: Great, see you soon. ☺️

Frankie: See you soon.

*+*+*+*

You grinned at Benny and wobbled your eyebrows. "Beach date with Frankiiiie." You clapped enthusiastically into your hands before you walked into your room to get ready.

You put on your bikini. A two-piece in which you felt very comfortable. Baby blue with small daisies on it. You put on a light summer dress, it was white and crocheted, so almost transparent. Yes, that was perfect.

Back in the living room, the young Miller looked at you and purred. "Hmm, I think I'm going to the beach today too. I heard a hot chick has a date with an old man. Maybe I could have a chance…" He leaned forward in your direction, embraced your waist with both arms and pulled you on his lap. You squeaked loudly and hit Benny slightly on his chest. "Frankie is not old!" He giggled. "Do you think you're the hot chick I meant?" You made a pout and wanted to get up from his lap, but his grip on your waist only strengthened and held you on him.

You looked into each others eyes, your faces just centimeters apart. His hands firmly on your waist and yours on his chest. The air between you was electrified. You were hot and you weren’t sure if it was because of the heat or because of Benny's view in your lips. For seconds that felt like hours, you stayed in this position and you felt his fast heartbeat under your hand on his bare chest. He is my best friend, he is my best friend, he is my best friend. Ran through your head like in an endless loop and you could have sworn that it was the same with him.

"Knock knock"

Your eyes rushed to the door. "Frankie!" You said with a far too shrill voice and Benny's hands suddenly let go of your waist. You got up and straightened your dress, Benny did the same and straightened his pants to hide his excitement. You behaved like two teenagers who were just caught in something forbidden and you were happy when Benny walked towards the front door to let Frankie in.

"Hey, the man of the hour." He greeted his friend and you stepped out smiling behind Benny.

Frankie looked great. He wore swim shorts and a tshirt, sunglasses and his baseball cap. He moaned as he entered the house. "Fuck, it's so hot."

"Yes, incredibly hot." You and Benny said at the same time and your eyes met briefly. You both didn't talk about the weather.

After a short small talk, you said goodbye to Benny and you were happy when the cool air of the A/C in Frankie’s truck surrounded you. You always felt comfortable in Frankie's presence. He was the complete opposite of Benny. He radiated calm, was always objective and conversations with him never ended with any kinky ambiguities. Frankie was this kind of person who always took you seriously, always made you feel that he understood you. And he was humorous in his very own way and always managed to put a smile on your lips. You just had to love him.

When you arrived at the beach after fifteen minutes of driving, Frankie opened the truck bed. "Wow." you marveled at the sight of the two large pockets, the cool bag and the little beach umbrella and Frankie only shrugged his shoulders. "It's supposed to be a real date. No things are done by halves." You grabbed the umbrella and the cool bag and Frankie insisted on carrying the two large bags. Since you knew the area well, you were on a stretch of beach where there were rarely tourists and so you were lucky that there was hardly anything going on except for a few older couples and fishers.

You spread out the large blanket that Frankie had brought and he set up the umbrella. To your surprise, he had even brought a few pillows to make the whole thing more comfortable. It was perfect.

Frankie saw the contented smile on your face after you prepared your place and a little bit of tension falls from him. He hasn't had a date like this for years, it was usually limited to a bar visit and a one night stand. But make such an effort for a woman to plan everything in the hope you like it? No, he couldn't remember when he did that for the last time. He was really skeptical when Benny came around with this crazy idea. Why would you enjoy having a date with him? With Santi, ok, he had this special charm with which he enchanted all women. Or Will, he just had to enter the room and all the women wish he would pay attention to them. And Benny? He probably knew you better than himself, you spent most of your time with him anyway. A date more or less didn't matter either. But he? Francisco Morales? You probably only agreed out of courtesy.

And now he sat there on the blanket on the beach and you stood in front of him, turned your back towards him and looked at the water. You lifted your dress and pulled it over your head. This damn transparent dress, the sight of which had already made him nervous in your living room. Your hand stroked through your hair and he liked the sight of it flowing down your back in light waves. His gaze wanders further downwards, the curve of your waist, your hips, the two dimples on your lower back. He bites his lower lip with the thought of kneeling behind you, his hands on your hips. Holy shit. His eyes follow the curves of your ass. These bikini bottom, which only cover half of your ass. Did you made that by purpose? He straightens his shorts, he is already half hard when you suddenly turn around and your eyes hit his.

"Time for sun protection." You smiled at Frankie and sat down next to him. He searched in his bag and then held the sunscreen in his hand. "Found it!" He winked and you turned your back to him so that he could cream you. His hands were huge and you got goosebumps at the first touch of him. You knew he would notice it and quietly hoped that he would put it on the cold cream. The way Frankie rubbed it into your shoulders felt perfect and you pressed your body slightly backwards to increase the pressure on your skin.

"Massage?" Frankie finally asked and you nodded hastily. "Oh yes. Yes, that would be a dream." "Your wish is my command."

Frankie's strong hands wandered over your back. They massaged knots out of your shoulders, ran over your spine and his thumbs circled with firm pressure over your lower back. You had to hold back to moan too loudly, but it just felt so incredibly good. "Oh Frankie, that's incredible." You finally moaned and it probably sounded much more obscene than it was meant. Frankie whispered a quiet "Then I do everything right.” Your soft whimpering and moaning, your warm skin under his hands, the scent you radiated. All this almost drove him crazy.

After a few minutes, you finally turned around. "Now it's my turn." You grabbed the sunscreen. "Take off your shirt and turn it around." you ordered and you didn't miss the dark look into Frankie's eyes. You smiled when he took off his shirt. Wow. His skin was beautifully tanned, his shoulders were broad and more muscular than you’d expected. You rub the cream into his skin with light pressure. You liked the way his dark hair curled in his neck, your gaze wandered over the small scars and birthmarks, while your hands slowly slipped over Frankie's skin.

A little later you decided to go into the water. You both definitely needed to cool down. Frankie couldn't help but watched you run a few feet in front of him into the water. How your body slid further into the cool water step by step, how you got goosebumps and you squeaked when he splashed you wet. Of course, you didn't put up with that and it ended in a battle between you two. You tried to make each other fall into the cold water.

Of course, Frankie was physically superior to you and so it didn't take long for him to throw you over his shoulder. You scream loudly for help and Frankie laughed. "Do you want to dive or are you a kind girl from now on?" You stopped defending yourself. "I am kind, I am kind! I promise you." So Frankie slowly let you down again and you stood opposite each other in the water, your breath quickly.

"That was fun," Frankie laughed and you noticed the sparkle in his beautiful brown eyes. You watched a few drops of water drip out of his wet curls, ran down his neck and collected on his collarbone. You licked your lower lip and when you looked into Frankie's face, you noticed that he was probably observing exactly the same things on you. His gaze wandered from your breasts back to your eyes and his cheeks flushed because you caught him.

You smiled and took a step towards Frankie. "Frankie, I..." you whispered before you looped your leg around his and got him out of balance with a strong jerk. Your attack was successful and Frankie fell sideways into the water. You laughed so hard that he could certainly hear you underwater before you noticed a hand on your ankle. You tried to shake it off, but without success. You also fell into the water with full force.

When you popped up again, you took a deep breath and coughed, then you saw a loud laughing Frankie in front of you. "Are you okay, Sugar?" He asked and you just nodded before you joined his laughter. "Jump on, I'll take you to our place, little mermaid." He joked and turned around so that you could jump on his back. You clasped his hips with your legs and your arms were looped around his neck when he carried you back to the beach.

Your head lay on his shoulder and you teased him. "So…delta force...but to distract you is quite easily." Frankie just shook his head. "You also using with unfair means." "Oh, and this would be?" You smirked. Frankie slowly let you slide down from his back and turned around to you. His eyes once wandered down your body and up again. "No comment."

You smiled and wringed out your hair before sitting on the blanked. "Are you hungry?" Frankie asked. "I'm starving. Winning against someone from delta force makes hungry, you know?" Frankie laughed before he started to unpacked your food. He had really thought of everything. There were sandwiches, fruits, sweets, beer and cola. He had even thought of your favorite fruits strawberries with chocolate and your heart beat faster at the thought that Frankie had made such an effort just for you.

You sat next to each other while you ate. The conversations were easy and it was as if you had known each other forever. You told Frankie a few stories from your childhood with Benny and he understood directly why you were best friends. You and the younger Miller were so similar to each other, you both have this freaky side, you are always up for some fun and when it comes down to you are totally loyal. People like you can be relied on, no matter what happens.

Frankie told you why he had become a pilot and you could have listened to him for hours about his missions in the Army. You loved his calm voice, the way he brought Spanish words into his sentences. His brown eyes… you could watch these incredibly deep brown eyes all day also like the small laugh lines that surrounded them.

You didn't even noticed how quickly time passed and suddenly you found yourself in the evening sun that made your skin shine golden.

"Do you still need a photo for your group chat?" You asked with a mischievous smile on your face, but Frankie just shook his head and rolled his eyes. "I didn't know that the boys would make such a competition out of it." You laughed. "You turn EVERYTHING into a competition. So let's go... make them jealous, Francisco." You winked.

Frankie watched you lie down on your stomach, one hand wandered to your back and you opened your bikini top. Then you pulled your bikini bottoms a little further between your cheeks. He swallowed loudly at the sight that you offered him. Did you want to kill him? Your skin glittered from sea salt in the golden light of the evening sun. At the side of your body, the curves of your breasts were revealed. Damn, these perfect curves, how he would like to knead the juicy meat on your ass. Frankie almost forgot to take a picture, as all his blood had probably wandered into his cock by now.

When he sat down next to you again, he helped you to close your top, even if he would have preferred to completely tear the little piece of fabric off your body. And after showing you the photo, he opened the group chat.

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Group Chat

THE GANG

Fish: [image attached]

Fish: Beach days = best days

Pope: Enjoy the view buddy.

Benny: jdlduekszxje 👅👅Hola chica. Don't get a heart attack, old man. 👨🏼‍🦳👏🏼

Ironhead: fucking stunning

Benny: She knows what she’s doing boys. She definitely knows. 🥵😮‍💨💦

Pope: Of course. She’s a woman, they all know.

Ironhead: Why are we so rarely on the beach?

Benny: Because it's so hard for us to hide our boners there.🤣🤣🤣🍆💦

Pope: Yes!

Ironhead: True!

Fish: I definitely know what you mean.

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Frankie giggled and put his phone away shaking his head. "I don't want to know what's written there." You said and he laughed. "That's better that way." You rubbed your arms, the air became slowly fresher and you got goosebumps. When Frankie noticed this, he rummaged in one of his bags. "Here, I got something for you." He winked and held a hoodie in front of you. "Oh Frankie, you are the best." You were once again surprised. "Can you say that again in front of the boys?" He joked. "ALWAYS!"

You stood up. "Come on! We look at the sunset." You held your hand to him and he grabbed it, together you walked to the water and sat down in the sand. The two of you watched how the sun slowly disappears on the horizon, your skin was warm from the sun of the day and the sand below you still radiated the warmth. The sun was orange as she lowered further and further towards the water.

You looked at Frankie from the corner of your eye, heard his quiet breath and felt so safe in his presence. You put your head on his shoulder and whispered "Thank you."

He leaned his head against yours. "I have to thank you. I don't know when I last had such a great day." You raised your head and looked at him as he also turned his face in your direction. Just centimeters apart, your noses almost touched and you could feel his breath on your lips. "That's a shame Frankie. I like to keep you company." He smiled. "I can't imagine anything better."

You closed the gap between you two and your lips touched each others. Frankie's hand wandered behind your head and you felt his warmth on your neck. As you moaned slightly under his touch, he opened his mouth and his tongue slid over your lips. You accepted his request and also opened your mouth. Your tongues met somewhere in the middle. Frankie's lips were soft, his mustache tickled you a little and he tasted like sea salt and bear.

You smiled into the kiss and put your hands on his shoulders before you pulled on his lap, your legs to the left and right of his body. Frankie moaned due to the sudden pressure in his crotch, his hands instinctively wandered on your hips. Your right hand lay on the back of his head, your fingers intertwined in his dark curls. While your left arm had looped around his body to push it closer to you. Even if that was actually impossible.

The passion in your kiss grew and grew, as did the bulge in Frankie's shorts. His hands wandered under your hoodie, he stroked along your waist, slowly up your back, which made you shudder. You let your hips roll. Your core screamed for relief, your bikini bottoms were damp from your arousal. "Fuck!" moaned Frankie in your mouth. You looked into his eyes, pressed forehead to forehead. "I want you Frankie." You whispered and his cock twitched in his pants. He never had expected to hear these words from you.

"Then let's go to the car Sugar," he breathed before kissing you again. When you finally managed to break away from each other, you quickly put all your things in your bags. No matter how much sand was packed, or if everything was messed up. Fully packed, you walked to Frankies truck and threw everything onto the truck bed.

You stood opposite each other and Frankie looked embarrassed in your direction. He scratched the back of his head. "And... do you still want...?" He asked as if he was afraid that you had changed your mind by now. You frowned and went to the passenger door, Frankie's heart hurt briefly at the realization that it would only stay with your kiss and he was right all the time. What would you want from a man like him?

When he opened his door to get into the car to drive you home, his eyes widened. You sat with your back leaning towards the passenger door, your legs on the bench, slightly spread. You bit your lower lip and then pulled the hoodie over your head so that you sat in front of him only in your bikini. Frankie swallowed and murmured "Holy shit." Before he climbed onto the driver's seat and closed the door behind him. He crawled towards you so that his body was between your legs, his eyes wandered up and down your body. "You are so fucking beautiful." He said and you grabbed the collar of his shirt to pull him towards you. Your foreheads touched and you looked deep into his eyes. "I want to feel you Frankie." You whispered before kissing him passionately.

"Everything you want princesa." His tongue licked down your neck. Your loud moan encouraged him to continue as he sucked on your sensitive skin directly under your ear. "May I?" He finally asked and you nodded. "Fuck Frankie. Let these idiots see what you did to me." You moaned, full of lust and Frankie could had cum at that moment, just because of your words. He licked, sucked and bit your neck until a chain of marks remained. You watched his dark eyes enjoying the sight and he finally took off his shirt.

Your hands stroked his shoulders, you felt every muscle while his mouth continued kissing down your body. He opened your bikini top and freed your breasts before he first caressed one and then the other. You arched your back under his touch. "Fuck Frankie please!" He smiled briefly as your eyes met and then went further down with his head. His hands caressed your thighs and you felt his hot breath through the bikini panties on your cunt. You pushed your hips up and he understood your intention behind it. He grabbed the waistband of the bikini bottoms and pulled it down your legs.

You heard him murmur something in Spanish and then he licks through your folds. Your head hit the window behind you and Frankie moaned into your hot cunt. "Fuck you taste like heaven." You grabbed into his hair while his tongue circled your sensitive bundle of nerves. "Frankie I need...I need..." You moved your hips and Frankie reacted immediately. "I know Sugar...I know." You should get what you needed when he slipped two fingers into you. Frankie moaned against your clit as he felt your hot walls. Your cunt clenched around his long fingers, which he curled in you to find the one magical point deep into you.

When he reached his goal, your entire body twitched. "Oh...oh God Frankie. That's...that's it!" And then, without another word from him, he pushed you over the edge. You moaned his name while your body trembled, your hands pressed his head harder between your legs and Frankie was not far from jerking off into his fucking swim shorts, so incredibly hot was it to feel you cum on his face.

When your legs trembled with overstimulation, he raised his face to look at you. Your glance met again, his eyes dark full of lust when he licked your arousal from his lips and fingers. You leaned a bit forward to grab his arms and pulled him down on you. You kissed him and you could taste yourself on his tongue. You both moaned into the kiss when Frankie's hard length touched your wet cunt and your hands automatically went to the waistband of his shorts. He interrupted the kiss to support your efforts and watched your lustful look when you saw Frankie's hard cock. You grabbed the length and pumped it once or twice before letting your thumb circling over its swollen tip.

Frankie hissed under your touch. "Sugar, I want to fuck you." You smirked. "Take me Frankie. I'm all yours." He growled as you grabbed his cock and let it glide through your wet folds. He slowly pressed the tip into your hot hole and you moaned as he slid into you inch by inch. "God, you are so tight." Frankie put his head in the crook of your neck, overwhelmed by the feeling of being so close to you. He felt great how he stretched you, but you wanted more.

"Move Frankie, I want to feel you!" He nodded and began to thrust into you. His face hovered over yours when he picked up the pace. His thrusts became hard and precise. When you swung your legs around his hips and he could penetrate even deeper into you, he immediately realizes that he had hit your magic point once again. You threw your head backwards and hit the window of the car door with it. With every firm thrust into your core, you screamed full of pleasure and Frankie loved this expression on your face, the fire in your eyes, while he fucked you in the car seat and against the door and your breasts jumped.

„N-need you to cum sweet girl…‘m so..so fucking close.“ He breathed into your chest and it only took a few more thrusts until you cum hard. You clawed your fingernails in Frankie's back and your moaning of his name gave him the rest. With an almost animal groan, he spilled into you. His cock twitched in your tight walls and after a few more thrusts your muscles relaxed.

Frankie kissed you again full of passion before he pulled himself out of you. He took a paper towel and tried to remove the mess between your legs as much as possible.

You dressed slowly, still completely out of breath. "Come here." Frankie finally said and you slipped very close to him on the bench. He put an arm around your shoulder and you hugged him. It was night outside by now and he felt you getting tired. The warmth of the day and the many sun paid its toll. When you had to yawn, Frankie kissed the crown of your head. "I'll take you home Sugar."

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The next morning

Group Chat

THE GANG

Benny: Fish, what did you do???? 😵😱🤯

Ironhead: What's going on? Did something happen?

Pope: ?

Fish: What?

Benny: Sugars neck 🤨🧐

Fish: Oh well. She wanted you idiots to be reminded that she just had the best date of her life.

Benny: Fuck you, old man. 👨🏼‍🦳🔫

Fish: No no no, I prefer her.

To be continued…

Part 5

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Backroom of a bad dream | dec. second ‘22 (fic)

marc spector x reader, moon knight system x reader x layla el-faouly, angst, hurt/comfort?

Dimly lit | dec. fourth ‘22 (blurb)

marc spector x reader x steven grant, fluff?? kinda

Rose-colored boy | dec. sixth ‘22 (blurb)

steven grant x reader, hurt/comfort? idk, it’s cute tho

Moon Knight System Dynamics | dec. 23rd ‘22 (drabble)

moon boys x reader, fluff

NSFW Moon Knight System HC + Blurbs | jan. 11th ‘23 (drabble)

moon boys x reader, smut

Make it awkward | jan. 14th ‘23 (fic)

steven grant x camgirl!reader, jake lockley x reader

Is just to love | jan. 24th ‘23 (blurb)

jake lockley x reader, fluff

Tu promesa de adorarme | feb. 8th ‘23 (blurb)

marc spector x reader, fluff

Call it bed rest | feb. 15th ‘23 (fic)

married bestfriend!layla el faouly x reader x marc spector, fluff + smut

Good days | feb. 24th ‘23 (fic)

vampire!steven grant x reader (feat. marc spector & jake lockley), smut

Précis | april 27th ‘23 (blurb)

marc spector x reader, smut

Me & U, Isn’t | april 28th ‘23 (fic)

santiago ‘pope’ garcia x reader, angst + smut

Bloom & Brew Coffeehouse: Lilac and Orchid | nov. 29th ‘23 (fic)

florist!steven grant x fem bipoc!oc, fluff/smut, cafe/flower shop au

So don’t run (they’re not so tough) | nov. fifth ‘22 (fic)

poly!marauders, angst and grief

With a feeling | nov. twentieth ‘22 (blurb)

poly!prongsfoot, mature

Falling in love (with a feeling) pt. I | nov. twenty-first ‘22 (series)

eventual poly!prongsfoot x reader, mature

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eventual poly!prongsfoot x reader, mature

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poly!marauders, fluff

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float like a butterfly, sting like a bee 🐝

steven grant, moon knight

SMILE 📸 — you’re on camera!

marc spector, moon knight

a man after my own heart 🤍

marc spector, moon knight

only the best 🫶

din djarin, the mandolorian

my favorite cheaters 🤭💗

jonathan levy/mira levy, scenes from a marriage

who has the choice like Smarty does? nobody, nobody, nobody.

pedro pascal

oh, Levy! you’re so fine!

jonathan levy, scenes from a marriage

save who you can save

joel miller, the last of us hbo

just to sleep at night

steven grant, moon knight

she belongs to the 🌃

layla el faouly, moon knight

Oh???

frankie “catfish” morales, triple frontier

Out of her head, she sang

layla el faouly, moon knight

All I want is you now

marc spector, moon knight

Bodies, bodies, bodies…

steven grant & marc spector, moon knight

M a m a b o y 🖍️

steven grant & marc spector, moon knight

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