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laurfilijames · 8 months

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Captain's Orders

Pairing: Will 'Ironhead' Miller x female reader

Words: 2,134

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Masturbation (F). Use of a vibrator. Edging. Captain Miller being dominant and controlling. Name calling (slut). Squirting. Unprotected intercourse. Swearing.

Summary: While Will is out for a run, you can't seem to get control of your thoughts of him, seeking release in his absence only to force your Captain to remind you who is in control when he gets home.

A/N: I re-watched Triple Frontier yesterday and this idea wouldn't leave me alone (also thanks to @stealfromthedevil and her encouragement of it) so here is the completely horny one-shot that resulted from it!

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Home in 20. Can't wait to get my hands on you.

You tossed your phone on the bed beside the laundry you were folding, cursing Will and his ability to disarm you and make you a mess with just two simple lines, the anticipation of him getting home from his run sparking a frantic need that raged through you like never before.

He had already gotten you in a state before he left the house, having kissed you over and over until you were breathless, his passion and want proven with each touch of his lips on yours; a promise of more later and insurance that you wouldn't be forgetting about him even for a second in his absence.

Setting the hamper on the floor beside the bed, you walked over to your side, opening the drawer of your nightstand to retrieve one of your vibrators, selecting the coral pink one that provided both thrusting and clit stimulation.

There was no way you could wait any longer, you thought, tearing your clothes off quickly to discard in a heap beside the other neatly folded garments, needing to give yourself some relief or simply work yourself up even more in preparation for Will to come finish the job properly.

Applying a little lube onto the end of the shaft of the silicone dildo, you rubbed it through your already-soaked folds as you turned the power on, your body responding to the vibrations already by arching off the bed and gasping out a pleading breath.

You tried to keep a steady pace, never pushing the buttons to increase the intensity, wanting to slowly ride out your pleasure until you were able to get what you really needed, but it was all proving to be too much.

Thinking of Will drenched in sweat and breathless kept you right at the edge, the recollection of all the times you've tasted him and inhaled his scent right after he finished a workout not difficult to imagine at all, your mouth watering at getting to experience that very thing that was becoming a drug to you so soon bringing you further to the point of no return.

Your body writhed and your nipples hardened, your own moans aiding your build up to bliss as you pictured his wet, slippery form moving against yours, and pumping the vibrator in and out of you purposefully, you came with a fierce cry.

Not stopping there, you continued on, hitting the button to turn the setting up a level, feeling both satisfied yet completely insatiable all at once.

Will was always ravenous after a workout, his inability to sate the seemingly boundless power and energy coursing through him constantly amazing you, and your excitement of his arrival home tingled under your skin like electricity in wondering what kind of unforgiving, brute force he would unleash on you today.

Will sprinted up the driveway and cleared the steps leading up to the front door in one leap, flying through it without care to bother cooling down, his determination to get back to you helping to have kept his quick pace for the last five miles.

He ripped his drenched t-shirt over his head, wiping the drips of sweat off his face with it before walking over to the laundry room, the fresh scent of detergent telling him you were still at it with getting all the washing caught up, tossing the soiled shirt in the basket.

Walking through to the kitchen for water, he paused, listening for evidence of you, his curiosity piquing when his sharp hearing picked up the unmistakable sounds of a buzzing vibrator and your soft moans floating down the hallway.

His cock flexed in response, feeling all the blood still pumping wildly through his veins gravitate straight to it, his heart hammering in his chest as excitement and arousal combined with the endorphins to make a dizzying mix that had him reeling.

Completely hard and throbbing almost painfully, he walked slowly toward your bedroom, the noises you were producing awakening every basic and primal need within him, his pupils blowing out wide when he approached the doorway to see you spread on the bed, your hand moving your vibrator with precision while your other played with your nipple through your mesh bra.

"Fuck me," he growled under his breath, leaning against the frame with his head tilted, the sight of you fucking yourself one of the best things he had ever seen.

He pulled his bottom lip in his teeth, biting it hard to try to restrain himself, a smile forcing it back out again when you took notice of him.

The breathy way you said his name - both in surprise and as a request for him - made him want to give you everything you needed and wreck you right then and there, but that would be far too easy.

Pushing off the doorframe, he crept into the room, stopping at the edge of the bed, his eyes traveling from where your soaked pussy revealed and made disappear again the innocently coloured toy, up to your heaving chest, and finally your eyes that begged for him more than your parted mouth did.

One strap of your bra had slipped off your shoulder, your tits barely concealed by the flimsy, see-through material, adding to the unbelievably sexy and completely pornographic scene before him.

"What do we have here?" he asked, his tone rough and exposing his efforts in maintaining his composure.

"Will, please," you whined, your body jolting as you hit that perfect spot within yourself, teasing the line between torture and alleviation.

"Use your words," he demanded, his eyebrows raised on his forehead where trails of moisture ran down it.

"I need you -fuck!- I need you to fuck me," you cried, your pleasure breaking your sentence.

"You just couldn't help yourself, could you?" he purred, slowly pulling his shorts down, his blue eyes aflame as he continued to watch you.

You shook your head 'no' before digging it back into the pillow, lifting your hips more to fuck the vibe still robotically thrusting in and out of you.

"Just a weak, needy, slut unable to wait for me to get home," he spat, knowing his harsh words would do you in.

You nodded your head in agreement, your eyes screwing shut as you worked yourself to the brink again, having him watch you making you ready to fall apart even more.

"I said use your words."

"I couldn't wait," you panted, "Fuck, baby, I need you so badly!"

Your whines sounded pathetic even to your own ears, and hearing Will chuckle wickedly made everything so much worse. You pulled the vibe out of you, spreading your legs further apart as an invitation for him to replace it, only to remain an empty, begging disaster as he stood planted at the end of the bed.

He began peeling his sweat-soaked briefs down his vast thighs, exposing his darkened, wheat-coloured pubes surrounding his furiously hard dick, the sight of his crooked smile along with his godly figure driving you mad.

"Oh no, sweetheart, you're on your own," he said slowly with a shake of his head. "You wanted to get yourself off so badly, it's all on you."

You kicked your leg against the mattress in a fit, grabbing the vibe again to reinsert in your folds, sloppily pumping it in and out as you put the setting as high as it would go, giving your torturous Captain a glare to show your annoyance at his unfair treatment.

He braced his arms against the bed to lean closer, watching you intently as you quickly fell back to where you had left off, your mewling increasing as your body rolled into the rhythm of the toy.

You couldn't help but admire him, your eyes fucking him as you drank in every luscious part of his body, the veins in his arms looking like they were about to burst through his skin while his broad chest rose and fell sharply, knowing he was more worked up from watching you than from his run.

Seeing beads of sweat dripping down his form made you jealous, desperate to lick the salty streaks from him and let your fingers follow their patterns through the hills and valleys of his muscles, needing to taste his earlier efforts that clung to his beard surrounding his plump lips.

"Will…" you called, beginning to repeat his name in a chant that decorated your approaching orgasm, feeling pressure build in your core that screamed for release.

His hand was suddenly replacing yours on the vibrator, pulling it from you so you were forced to clench around nothing and your climax was stopped dead in its tracks, your hands falling to grip the sheets beside you in agony.

He took your hand in his, guiding it back to hold the toy, his fingertips grazing over your clit and tingling folds as he abandoned you again, leaving you to chase that high on your own.

The frustration had you wild, quickly and roughly driving the vibe inside you aggressively, fucking yourself until you reached the point you had been so cruelly cut off at.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his tone gravelly, his words melting over you.

But just like before, right as you reached your peak, he stopped you, forcefully tugging it out of you to watch you squirm.

Your fist pounded the mattress, and sitting up on your elbows to give him hell, you reconsidered when you took in the stern expression on his gorgeous face.

Will turned his wrist and looked at his watch, then back at you, "You have exactly two minutes to make yourself cum or you're getting nothing from me."

The way he barked his order sent a shiver down your spine, and never wanting to disappoint your Captain, you drove your fingers to your throbbing pussy, alternating between rubbing your swollen clit and stroking your sensitive walls.

He stood tall and proud at the foot of the bed with his hands on his hips, not touching himself even once to your surprise, the way his cock flexed and leaked from the tip sending you into overdrive.

There was no way you needed the full two minutes, finally quaking through your release that you wouldn't be able to stop even if he demanded it, your entire body tensing through a shattering orgasm as your wails filled the air.

Will watched impatiently as you came, seeing your milky cum leak out from your folds, the way you moved it back inside yourself causing him to clench his teeth to try to refrain from interrupting you again, the craze he felt in needing you outweighing how he had made you feel by edging you.

Before you even had time to finish, you felt him on top of you, his hands roughly gripping your wrists to bring your arms above your head, his shaft slamming deep inside your contracting walls with persistence despite how tight you were. His mouth covered yours, swallowing your cries as he thrusted hard, the bedframe moving lewdly against the wall with each brutal blow.

You didn't care to breathe, inhaling him as much as you could as your slackened mouth accepted the assault of his tongue, your orgasm drawn out generously from his deliberate actions. You felt yourself release again, a rush of wet soaking both of you as he moved his lips to your neck and continued his barrage, the sweat from his skin transferring onto yours while spit smeared across your shoulder blade in the wake of his mouth.

"Good girl, listening to your Captain," he praised, the hoarseness of his voice breaking slightly to show a softness, his authority crumbling from the moment he pushed inside you.

The sounds of wet skin squelching and the scent of your sweat and sex made him lose all control, hammering into you mercilessly, contrasting to the soft and intimate way you stroked your hands along his slippery back, your sweet noises and gentle kisses peppering his neck and shoulder sending him to his end.

He filled you with a loud roar, spilling his hot seed deep inside you while gradually slowing his pace, still rolling his hips into yours as he found your lips and kissed you passionately.

"I love you," he breathed, trying to steady himself after the fury of sensations that had bombarded all of his senses moments ago, peeling his head away from you slightly to stroke his hand over your forehead and match your lazy, tender smile.

"I love you, too, Captain," you grinned, feeling his laugh rumble through you as he met your lips with his again and kissed you hard, rolling over onto the bed and pulling you with him.

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beefrobeefcal · 6 months

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Dark!Frankie Saga: V

Chapter Five: Skin and Bones

Pairing: Dark!Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Summary:

Boston. The Frontiersmen is a crime syndicate that deals in drugs, arms, and anything else they can to keep themselves on top. Since the original ring leader, Tom, was allegedly taken out by a rival gang, it's now run by Big Fish, with Pope second in command. Ironhead runs the numbers and Benny is the muscle. Your family member put you down as collateral when they needed credit to score more smack. Problem is, they can't pay it back, and Big Fish & the Frontiersmen always get their payment...

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Chapter Word Count: 3,164

Content Warning: no smut this chapter :(, violence, threats of violence, crime, snark, baking, talk of character death

Author's Notes:

oooooo, the plot thickens... like out Big Fish's waist line...

The biggest, juiciest, wettest thank you to @neverwheremoonchild for being the Beta Fish for Big Fish (get it? Beta'ing the story about Big Fi-... okay, you got it). Thank you, Nevy! 💜🥩💜

And this is not the Chubby!Frankie we know and love in the Catfish & the Mouse universe; he's dark, mean, and hungry. I'll be updating this each week (Monday/Tuesday) until you lose interest or I finish it - let's see what happens first! 👌

On the Waterfront Masterlist | Previous Chapter

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Pope walked quickly down the hallway, an evil grin slashed across his face. He couldn’t wait to tell Benny what he’d heard, needing to see that blond shit’s face crumble as he tells him that Frankie had taken you as his fully.

The doors to the rec room flew open and Pope sauntered in. As he approached the table where Will and Benny sat, he cleared this throat and stood between them, keeping his glare and smug grin aimed at Benny.

“Never believe what I just heard, Benny...”, he said in a mocking, singsong tone.

Will looked up, already having a thought as to where this was going. His eyes darted to his brother then quickly back to Pope. He put his pen down and adjusted himself in his seat, ready to jump into action, to keep Benny on lock.

“What?”, Benny asked with a partial mouthful, finally looking up from his bowl of Lucky Charms.

“Your girl.”, Pope responded in a harsh, hissing voice as he leaned in and grinned.

Benny looked at him, confusion suddenly melting into frustration.

“The fuck you talkin’ ‘bout, Pope!”, he yelled, throwing his spoon into his half-finished bowl.

“Pope...”, Will warned, his eyes shifting to glare at him.

“Yeah... heard her whining, whimpering... begging for Fish... begging him not to stop.”

Benny stood up, standing over Pope with his fists clenched. “Fuck you.”, he growled.

Wil stood up, standing behind Benny, his hand on his shoulder.

“Cool off, Ben... let it go...”

Pope nodded, fueled by the younger man’s rage. “Yeah... she moaned, man... whined like a whore... and he must’a done something brutal because I heard he yelp like a beaten dog... then she begged for more...”

Before Will could react, Benny grabbed Pope by his jacket and shoved him hard against the wall. The entire room went silent, save for the sounds of heaving breathing filled with rage from Benny.

“Shut your fucking mouth!”

“I could hear her eyes rolling into the back of her head, Benny... I could hear her toes curl... I could hear that sweet, wet cunt of hers being pounded by Fish...”

“FUCK YOU!”, Benny roared, slamming Pope into the wall harder.

Will tried putting himself between the men, trying to get Benny to calm down.

“Ben! Come on! He's just trying to get under your skin, bud!”

“Nah... Fish is fucking with your girl, Ben...”

“Shut the fuck up, Santiago!”, Will barked, desperately trying to pull Benny off him.

“She’s better than that!”, Benny screamed in Pope’s face.

*****

You woke up in your bed, your knees hurting, and you smiled. As you started to come to further, other parts of you felt tender as well; your jaw, your cunt, your scalp, your throat...

The evening’s events replayed in your head as you slowly moved to the bathroom to take a shower.

The sound of him grunting as he fucked your throat.

The feeling of his large hands holding you in place, harshly gripping your hair.

The almost-too-sweet sounds he made as he came, your name falling out of his mouth in a breathy whimper.

The taste of his come, shooting in your mouth, dripping down your chin.

The look in his eye as you sat back on your heels and wiped your mouth.

That look alone could have made you come and fall for him right there; you were not going to escape now. His big, warm, brown eyes, looking down at you, wide and begging. It was a side of him you weren’t sure actually existed, but you saw proof last night that he was, deep down, a sweet man who needed softness. And softness you could be.

To keep yourself safe and secure...right? That’s all this was, right?

As you stood under the steaming hot water, you replayed the night’s events, and knew that you were only fooling yourself. Frankie had you by the throat, and you would have done what you did last night even without Will’s instructions.

The only thing that gave you pause was Benny. The look he gave you as he left the office last night, the remorse painted on his face followed by the disappointment.

As you got out of the shower and dried off, you tried to push any thoughts of Benny away. You got dressed, laid on the bed, waited for Will, and read your kindle.

*****

Will didn’t come.

You waited over an hour and decided to grab your breakfast. Upon leaving your room and getting into the hallway, you could hear talking in the lounge. Frankie’s voice was clear, and the others were...

It was Will and Benny.

It sounded like a tense discussion, and you approached the door so you could hear better.

“A tense discussion doesn’t require five men to pull you off Pope, Benny.”

“Pope just got’im under the skin... s’all it was, Fish.”

“Jesus fuckin’ christ... You know he’s an asshole, Ben! Why’dya let him get you so fuckin’ mad?”

You could hear it was Benny talking, but he was keeping his voice low; you couldn’t hear what he was saying.

“Just fuckin’ ignore him! What the fuck did he say to get you so mad?”

“Fish, it doesn’t matter... I’ll keep him in line.”

“That what you want? Big brother holding your fuckin’ leash?”

Again, Benny’s voice only made sounds not words with how quietly he spoke.

“Don’t fuckin’ give me that! Grow the fuck up and get your fuckin’ mood in check!”

Benny’s voice came through loud and clear in response, dripping with venom.

“Sure thing, Mr. Morales.”

Your eyes opened wide, and you accidentally leaned on the door forcing it open. All three men looked up at you: Frankie’s scowl turned soft with a slight smile as he sat in one of the worn armchairs, Will’s face remained stoic as he stood next to him, but Benny’s... he looked mad. His face didn’t shift to a lighter look like it normally did when he saw you – it seemed to get angrier.

“Morning, baby girl.”, Frankie’s voice came out softer than either Will or Benny expected, Will especially turning to him and giving him a look. He stood up and walked towards you, pulling you to his side and pressing a kiss to your head.

He turned to Will and Benny, his voice returning to the timber they were used to. “She’s not working today... Benny, you’re going food shopping. Will, get him some money.”

Will nodded and Benny’s face pulled into a furious frown as he looked at the floor.

“And you.”, he said sternly. “You be a good girl and get Benny a grocery list together... I got a surprise for you later.”, Frankie mumbled softly into your hair as he pressed another kiss onto you.

His hand traveled down to your ass cheek and squeezed before he headed out the door, presumably to his office.

*****

Benny was actively ignoring and punishing you with his refusal to speak to you, let alone even look at you, from the moment Frankie left the room. Will had said he would have money for you once you got your grocery list together and left you alone with him, and that was the last time you’d felt the weight of his eyes, burrowing deeply into you and filled with judgement, anger, and disappointment.

The time you’d spent in the kitchen, scanning the cupboards to figure out what you needed was silent and awkward. He refused to meet your eyes and huffed and sighed as you continued to build the list. You handed the paper to him, and he ripped it out of your hand, giving you one final glare before he left the kitchen, aggressively stalking out of the room.

Benny grabbed the money from Will, telling him to ‘Save it!’ when Will tried to reason with his brother. The drive over, his knuckles were white from how hard he gripped the steering wheel, and his jaw was starting to ache from clenching his jaw. Once Benny had parked the car, his mind played through his anger at you. He’d told you that you didn’t have to, but you did it anyway. In his fury, he wouldn’t allow himself to think that this might be something you felt you had to do despite him assuring you that you didn’t, or worse, something you actually wanted. To him, you were being stupid, careless. You’d just fallen into this situation, and you didn’t have to do what the other girls before you had done, because you were smarter, you were stronger, you were fiercer, and kinder and braver and everything else that made it so hard for Benny to swallow that you’d allowed yourself to be sucked into Frankie’s orbit. He didn’t want you for himself, of that much he was certain, but he did want something better for you. He didn’t want you to be Frankie’s latest whore.

As he got out of the car, and as if on cue to add more insult to injury, a text came through from Frankie, asking Benny to get some pink nail polish for you. Benny’s fists clenched and he groaned, scowling as he went into the store.

He walked up and down the aisles with a scowl so deep on his face, no one dared approach him, everyone just getting out of his way. After he’d grabbed the last item on the list, he remembered the final request from Frankie and walked to the health and beauty section of the store. Scanning the displays, he found a pink bottle of Sally Hensen polish, in a shade called I Pink I Can. Despite how agitated and infuriated with you he was, he thought this would be a nice colour for you. A wave of sadness washed over him, but it quickly gave way to the anger and fury he felt, not allowing himself to let you off the hook so easily. He tossed the polish into the cart and went to the check out.

While you were left alone waiting for Benny to return, you decided to not let your mind wander into dark waters. To keep your mind occupied you make a quick batch of oatmeal raisin cookies for the guys. You recalled a conversation you had with Benny, and he’d let you know they were his favourites. You thought that maybe this could be what would break down whatever it was that he had against you and get him to open up; maybe you could have a friend again.

The cookies were cooling on the counter when Benny walked in all but shoved the bags of groceries at you. He then got out of the room quickly and flopped hard in one of the armchairs in the lounge. You took your time putting the food away, not sure if further silent treatment was waiting for you or something else, but you weren’t keen on finding out just yet.

After putting away the first bag, you grabbed a plate and a few cookies and brought them out, placing it on the coffee table in front of Benny. You said nothing and returned to the kitchen. Benny just glanced at cookies and went back to fuming.

You hummed quietly to yourself to fill the void Benny’s silence created while you emptied the rest of the bags. You weren’t trying to cause any further issues, but it didn’t stop your sweet voice from burrowing under Benny’s skin and festering. He finally snapped when he caught the sight of you looking at the bottle of pink nail polish, grinning with your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.

“Just... fuckin’ stop!”, he barked out before sitting forward on the couch, his face in his hands.

You stopped and looked at him through the bar counter opening to the lounge, your breathing caught in your throat. You watched as he stood up and stomped towards the door, menacingly glaring at you, leaving you once again alone in the room. You swallowed hard and looked over at the untouched plate of cookies on the table, and the horrible feeling you’d felt your first day here creeping back into the base of your skull and flooding your system with dread.

*****

After showering and readying yourself for Frankie’s ‘surprise’, including painting your fingernails and toenails with the colour Benny had bought, you got dressed in a short sundress and jean jacket. You had no idea what Frankie had planned, but you knew whatever it was, Will’s clear directions on how to appease Frankie were going to be followed to a T.

Benny’s attitude was weighing heavily on you, and you needed to get out of your head; you needed to find Frankie to make you feel something other than whatever void Benny’s anger had left in you. Slipping quietly out of the barracks, you made your way to his office. Luckily for you, you didn’t run into anyone enroute to the office. As you approached the door, you listened for voices, but heard no one. You knocked before opening the door, expecting the room to be empty, but you were met with Will’s cold blue eyes looking at you. He stood in front of the big bay window behind Frankie’s desk, his arms crossed, his shoulders and head turned to you.

“I’m looking for Frankie.”, you spoke timidly. You had no idea if the anti-you attitude that Benny had adopted was contagious, and treading lightly was your best bet moving forward.

“Not here, Honey.”, he grumbled, turning back to the window. You paused, then decided to head back to your room, but as you started to slip back through the door, Will’s voice came up again, his back still to you.

“You know… Benny’s just bein’ sore ‘bout you foolin’ around with Fish. He’ll get over it.”

“I… um… yeah. Okay.” Your brows furrowed, but you took this as Will’s invitation to come into the office.

You closed the door gently behind you and stepped slowly to the front of the desk. You waited for Will to give you further instructions or tell you more about Benny, but he remained silent, looking out over the water, seemingly lost in thought about something.

You’d been in this room almost every day that you’d been here in this building, but you’d never allowed yourself to look over the shelves that lined the walls leaving from the door to the window. You took advantage of the time Will was seemingly allotting you and walked to the shelf that had photographs on it. There were funny staged images, and some candid, a few looked like landscape shots, a few were of fishing and camping trips. You recognized most of the faces, and one you could guess was Tom, but there was a man that you couldn’t quite place. Dark hair, unruly curls poking out from under a baseball cap. He was thin, gaunt almost, and he was in nearly every photograph. You looked closer, focusing on him, thinking there was something about his eyes that seemed so familiar.

Will’s voice pulled you from your concentration with a jump.

“That’s Fish.”

You turned around and he was right behind you, looking at the same photograph you were and Will’s eyes were heavy with what seemed like remorse. He reached over you and picked up what looked like a group shot, all five men standing in a row, all looking like they were trying not to smile at something behind the camera. Who you now recognized as Frankie was on the end and his face was all sharp angles, his clothes looked like they were hanging off him; this was a far cry from the man who had been slowly encroaching your mind at every waking moment. Less than half the man at least.

“Oh my god… it is!”, you gasped. You leaned in and looked at another picture, one where he and Benny were standing together, shirtless, on what looked to be the end of a dock. You could count his ribs even with the photograph being grainy.

“What happened?”, you asked quietly, your eyes roving over the other pictures on the shelves.

“Fish had a ragin’ coke habit. Couldn’t shake the shit. Went to fuckin’ rehabs all over the place, come home then get right back into it. Start all over again. And we knew each time he did.”, he sighed.

“Coke habit? Jesus…” You shook your head. “How… how did you know?”

“He’d come back from rehab, 20 lbs. heavier, then when he got down to skin and bones again… we knew.”, Will said quietly. “He never got mean on coke… I knew other fuckers who got real nasty on the shit, but not Fish. His tell was his weight.”

He put the picture back and looked at you with a smirk. “The Fish you know now is a result of him gettin’ off the coke and findin’ a new vice… one no one’s gonna step in and tell him no to.”

“Oh…”, you nod. “Why did he finally stop?... the coke I mean…”

“Tom got wacked, and Frontiersmen needed a leader… Pope said he wanted Fish in charge, said that this would keep him off the coke, and it did. Said he was the best choice because of how he was a problem solver… and fuck, is Fish not the best of us to find a solution to every problem. But he can be easily persuaded… that’s why I think Pope really wanted him in the boss’s seat. Jokes on him though… Fish is a hell of a leader and scarier than fuck if he needs to be.” Will huffed a laugh and walked back to the desk, sitting on the edge of it, his arms still crossed.

“He can sus just about anything out… like a fuckin’ sixth sense…”, Will continued but in a quieter voice, then lowered his head. “Not proud of the situation I got you in, but it’ll keep him occupied while I try and find a solution for him… it’s one problem he can’t be involved with.”

“Who killed Tom?” Your voice was clear and ripped through him like the shrill, crisp sound of shattering glass.

He looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours, then quickly looked away. “Don’t know… we assume it was some rival group… that’s what Pope said anyways…Tom wasn’t no saint, but he sure as hell didn’t deserve what was done to him… I hope whoever did it knows they deserve to rot in hell.”

You looked at Will. The realization dawned on you that the problem he was trying to solve, the problem that sent him into your room filled with fear and terror, could very well be the same one that got Tom killed. You instantly felt your stomach drop as you watched a man who showed so little emotion be destroyed by the overwhelming love and dread he had for his friend.

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ktwritesstuff · 9 months

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Nothing Else Matters (a Triple Frontier shifters AU)

Title: Nothing Else Matters Fandom: Triple Frontier Rating: Explicit Characters & Pairings: Reader x Triple Frontier Boys reverse harem style Word Count: ~2,000 Summary: Your faves are werewolves and you get to pork them. And you are also a werewolf. Yeah. That's pretty much it. Beta-read by the incomparable @bs-fangirl. Additional content notes below the cut.

Content Notes: No sexy times in this chapter, but issuing a content warning for some medical drama, my total lack of understanding of the Spanish language, and completely made up shifter nonsense.

Chapter One

Three weeks ago you were convinced Santiago was dead. And now you were holed up in his safehouse in St. John while he led the rest of your pack on a suicide mission through the Columbian jungle. You hadn’t been keen on being left alone with the baby in unfamiliar territory, but you didn’t dare complain. You might have been able to convince Frankie to sit this one out–he had a good heart and he was fiercely protective of baby Luna–but you couldn’t ask that of him. Not after landing the both of you in hot water for getting pregnant against your Alpha’s wishes.

You tried not to wonder why the trip that was supposed to last 5 days had stretched out to two weeks, but it was hard not to imagine all the things that could have gone wrong. Some nights you woke alone in a strange bed so frightened it was all you could do to wake Luna and encourage her to nurse until you could barely keep your eyes open.

You were relieved when the boys’ boat finally pulled into the dock, until you saw the state that Will was in–bleeding from his stomach, barely able to stand on his own.

You searched their faces for clues to what had happened: Will pale and in pain, Benny agitated and fretting over his brother, Santiago was stern, nearly impossible to read, and Frankie just seemed sad. You counted them again: four.

“Where’s Tom?”

Santiago pointed to a human-sized bundle of canvas tied with rope at the back of the boat. A wave of dizziness and nausea washed over you as the realization set in. You leaned on one of the dock’s pylons to support yourself.

You felt your wolf, Ginger, raging inside you. You took deep breaths to calm her, knowing that Ironhead was more than likely scratching at Will’s nervous system, eager to be free. Seeing Ginger, smelling her, feeling her anguish would certainly push him over the edge. But letting Ironhead out now would do more harm than good.

“Get him up to the house and get my kit,” you instructed. Your anxiety dissipated as your whole world narrowed to a single purpose: taking care of your pack.

Benny set Will down on the chair in the main room and helped to remove his shirt. You grimaced, peeling back the hemostatic dressing to find a bullet hole still seeping blood and pus. You poured wound wash over the damaged skin and pressed fresh gauze against the wound. Ironhead growled and snapped at you–fangs and claws bared–before Will could get him back under control.

“I know,” you said as calmly as you could manage. “I know it hurts. Stay with me.”

In the tiny nursery–the outdated butler’s pantry, just big enough for a bassinet and your nursing chair–Luna woke and began to cry. The sound made Will lurch with the effort of keeping Ironhead contained.

“Frankie,” you called. “Get the baby. Frankie, the baby!”

From across the room, Frankie stared at you blankly, still deep in shock. You instructed Benny to keep the pressure on the wound and went to the nursery to fetch Luna. Seeing you, she stopped crying in earnest, but still fussed for comfort and attention.

“Francisco!” you snapped, carrying the baby out to her father. “Escúchame!”

Frankie’s eyes finally focused on you as you handed Luna off to him. He clutched her to his chest, cradling her head in his hand and breathing in the familiar smell of her–like fresh powder and breast milk. His breathing and pulse began to slow. Catfish grounded and soothed by being reunited with his beloved pup.

“Take her,” you instructed. “I need to stitch Will up and get him regulated. If he shifts now, he will tear that wound wide open. You understand?”

“No,” Frankie protested, trying to hand her back to you. “I can’t.”

“Yes you can,” you said. “You are her father. I need you to do this.”

Frankie nodded, rallying himself to take Luna to the kitchen so you could stitch Will’s wound.

Stomach wounds were so complex, without imaging or exploratory surgery it was impossible to know the full extent of the damage. But the truth was, even with a shifter’s regenerative capabilities, if the kidneys or bladder were involved Will would be dead already. He was feverish, so you gave him an injection of acetaminophen to try to bring down his temperature and help with the pain. An IV would be better, but you weren’t set up for that here.

“Can you swallow?” you asked, opening a bottle of antibiotics to show him the size of the pills.

“Don’t worry, man,” Benny said, trying to soothe himself with humor. “If you can't, we'll give you the suppository.”

Will rolled his eyes, accepting the pills with a glass of water. “I can swallow.”

“Benny, can you get him out of these wet clothes and into bed?” you asked. “I’ll be right in, I’m just going to put on a pot of tea.”

“You got it,” Benny agreed, snapping to attention, happy to be given a task.

As the youngest member of your pack–before Luna came along–he could be irresponsible, impulsive, and self-indulgent, but he always knew when to buckle down and get things done.

“Come here,” you urged. “Give me a kiss. You’re doing a good job. You’re a good brother. I’m proud of you.”

Benny stooped to place a kiss at the corner of your mouth and you helped him lift Will out of the chair. As they hobbled to the bedroom you went to the kitchen to put on the kettle.

“How is he?” Frankie asked, bouncing Luna on his knee as she fussed and reached for you.

A shifter’s wolf was a natural part of their sympathetic nervous system, but like an elevated heartbeat or increased blood pressure, it could also be maladaptive. The change took years to master without losing yourself to the animal and even then required an incredible amount of energy, energy that Will needed to heal.

“Bleeding’s stopped,” you explained. “But he’s not out of the woods yet. Fighting one hell of an infection. May need stronger antibiotics than what I have to give him. If it goes septic we’ll have a feverish, pissed off Ironhead on our hands.”

“Tell me what you need,” Santiago said–the first words he had spoken to you in over three years. “I’ll get it.”

You turned away from him, returning your attention to warming up a bottle for Luna as you waited for the kettle. You would be the first to admit, you hadn’t gone out of your way to bridge the gap between you after he had essentially waltzed back into your lives with a hand grenade after years off the grid. But if this was his feeble attempt at repairing what he had broken, he would have to do better than that.

“I’m going to stay with Will tonight,” you explained. “I need you to look after Luna.”

“Can’t Benny watch him?” Frankie pleaded, rising from the table as he shushed Luna anxiously. “She wants you.”

“Benny has never calmed anyone in his life,” you said. “And we need Will calm, Frankie. You will be fine. She’s just hungry. Give her a bottle and rock her, play with her for a bit and put her to bed. There’s toys and clean nappies in the nursery. It will be good for you both.”

You went to Frankie, holding Luna between you, wondering what the hell had gone on out there that had him so on edge.

“I love you. I trust you.” You held Frankie’s scruffy, bearded face and kissed him. His lips tasted like salt and copper pennies.

You poured the tea and checked the temperature of Luna’s bottle before handing it off to Frankie. You went back to the bedroom, thankful you had missed the ordeal of getting Will undressed and settled into bed.

“Thank you, Benny,” you said. “I can take over; you need your rest.”

“Are you sure?” Benny asked, adding soto voce, “He’s pretty agitated.”

“I can still hear you, Benny,” Will snapped.

“I can handle your brother,” you assured him, giving the taut muscle of his arm as squeeze with your free hand. “Eat something, try to get some sleep.”

Will growled and shifted uncomfortably in bed as his brother left.

“Where’s Luna?”

“She’s with her father,” you said, taking a careful seat beside him on the bed, holding the back of your hand against his face.

“Frankie doesn’t know shit about taking care of a kid,” Will protested.

"He'll be fine,” you insisted, taking a cold compress from your bag and holding it to the pulse point on his throat. “You're the one I'm worried about. You want something else for the pain?"

Will shook his head. ""M fine."

You sighed in frustration at Will’s pigheadedness. Toughing out the pain made Ironhead that much harder to soothe. You undressed and slid under the covers beside him, pressing yourself against his side. His bare skin was hot and clammy.

"How's that?"

"Better," he nodded, putting an arm around you.

"I should put you on NPO," you warned, handing him the cup of tea from the bedside table. "But as it stands you need the fluids. You lost quite a bit of blood."

"I'll make more," Will said, sipping the bitter tea.

"At least you haven't lost your sense of humor,” you said. “Tell me what happened.”

Will related the whole mess to you: how they all got greedy at the sight of all that money, but Redfly most of all. That Frankie blamed himself for the helicopter crash, for the deaths of the cocaine farmers, for not putting his foot down when the load was too heavy for the chopper. That the son of one of the murdered farmers had followed them to seek revenge against Tom. That they had to cross the Andes on foot and fight their way through an army of child soldiers to get to their boat. That at the time, being shot in the altercation with Lorea was the least of their worries.

“Is that so,” you sighed. Having gone through all that it was a wonder he hadn’t thrown a clot, or worse. “Any other symptoms? Headache? Chest Pain? Nausea?”

Will shook his head, taking another gulp of tea.

“Dare I ask when was the last time you took a shit?”

Will chuckled, just a little. "You don't want to know."

“You have to tell me if the pain gets worse,” you warned. “You understand?”

The bullet had gone straight through him, so at least it wasn’t tearing him apart on the inside while they were traipsing through the Andes.

“All those speeches you give to new recruits, do you ever tell them about this part?”

Of course everyone loved hearing the story about assaulting a man into pissing himself at the Piggly Wiggly. It made them feel powerful, cool even, paradoxically in control. They were far less interested in the very real possibility of watching their friends die.

“About beautiful women asking about their bowel movements?” Will scoffed. “No. Definitely not.”

“I thought the whole point was to keep it real,” you carefully leaned your head on his chest. You could feel his heart pounding

“Nobody wants it kept that real.”

"Here," you said, taking his hand and placing it on your chest so he could feel your heartbeat. "Does that feel like the heartbeat of someone in danger? We're safe now; you can rest. You brought them home."

"Not all of them," Will said with a pained grimace.

"I know. I could kill Santiago for putting you through that."

"Go easy on him," Will pleaded. "He's hard enough on himself for all of us."

"Well it certainly doesn't show," you said. "He's cold to me. Won’t even look me in the eye."

"Don't take it personal. It's just--" Will’s eyes flitted away from you like he didn't want to say.

"Spit it out."

"There was a woman. In Columbia--"

"He can fuck who he wants," you scoffed. “You know I don’t care about that.”

"A human woman."

A growl formed deep in your chest, but you swallowed it down, mindful of controlling your temper, but you were sure the momentary lapse in judgment wasn’t lost on Will or Ironhead.

"He said it was nothing,” Will said. “But he cared for her. He had to send her away to keep her safe."

“Then it doesn’t matter anyway,” you said in a careful, measured tone as you took the empty mug from Will’s hands.

You both knew that with Tom gone the pack was vulnerable. You needed Santiago now, as much as you hated to admit it. If his loyalties were divided it would be disastrous for all of you.

You laid your head on Will’s chest, carefully snaking your arms around him to soothe yourself with his solidness.

“Close your eyes now,” you said. “You need sleep.”

#triple frontier fic #shifters au #reverse harem #reader x frankie 'catfish' morales #reader x santiago 'pope' garcia #reader x will 'ironhead' miller #reader x benny miller #pedro pascal #oscar isaac #charlie hunnam #garrett hedlund

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