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flightlessangelwings · 2 months

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You Should See the Other Guy

Frankie Morales x gn!reader x Benny Miller (Messy Pile of Affection Universe, but can stand on its own)

Word count- 2.2k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), queer thruple, protective!Frankie, Benny fighting in the ring, established relationship, oral (m receiving), threesome, riding, fluff

Notes- Getting this in just in time for the Triple Frontier Anniversary Event! Thanks for hosting this @triplefrontier-anniversary @romanarose @for-a-longlongtime! And while this fic is written purposefully with a gender neutral reader for this event, please be aware that the entireity of MPoA is a fem reader. But this fic can also be read on its own too! Enjoy!

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Benny felt the adrenaline rush from the cheers of the crowd. Sweat dripped from his face and his muscles strained as he gave everything he had to take down his opponent. It was always a rush for him, and he loved what he did, even if decent fights that brought in money and prestige were few and far between these days. But, there was something else that motivated Benny lately. Two somethings, actually. And he felt the two pairs of eyes trained on him even when he couldn’t see your faces.

Your hand stayed clutched in Frankie’s as the two of you watched your boyfriend in the ring. This wasn’t new for you- Benny and you had been a couple for some time before Frankie joined you. Even though you hated to see him get hurt, you knew this was what Benny wanted, and you supported him fully. As you came to watch more and more of his fights, it became a little easier for you, and you knew he could handle himself.

“Plus I always have my baby to take care of me anyway,” Benny would say when you worried for him more in the beginning.

A smile came across your face as you thought about his words. But, you felt the strain of your other boyfriend’s hand in yours, calling your attention. Taking a lull moment in the fight, you broke your gaze away from Benny to Frankie and you noticed the way his jaw was clenched tightly, every muscle in his face strained with tension.

“Hey, Frankie,” you tugged his hand to get his attention, “You alright?”

“Fine,” he replied in a reflex as he glanced over at you. Frankie softened his expression when he saw the worry in your eyes, “Fine,” he repeated in a lighter tone, “It’s just… It’s different now. You know?”

“I do,” you gave him a soft smile, “I know,” your tone was hushed as you rested your head on his shoulder, “He’ll be alright, Frankie,” you reassured him.

The tension in Frankie’s muscles melted slightly under your touch, and you felt him relax a little. In front of the two of you, the fight went on and the crowd roared around you as Benny knocked out his opponent. Both you and Frankie leapt for joy as your boyfriend pranced around the ring in victory.

Benny’s heart jumped in his chest as he caught a glance of you and Frankie nuzzled together in the front row. He wished he had his phone so he could capture the moment forever, but it would just have to live in his memory. He winked at the two of you and blew a quick kiss before he turned to receive his prize and got swept away from the rink.

“Shall we?” you asked Frankie as you gestured towards the locker rooms.

Frankie nodded, “I’ll go meet Ben in the locker room while you get the car.”

You kissed his cheek, “Meet you guys outside,” you mumbled in his ear with a smirk. It had become the new routine for the three of you, and Frankie settled in with you and Benny quickly and comfortably. As if he was meant to be with the two of you.

But something was off with Frankie today. You could sense it before you walked away, but you decided now was not the time to bring it up. Besides, Frankie had seemed a little tense in general lately, and you and Benny already had a plan in mind to help him with that…

“Hey Ben,” Frankie called into the locker room as he stepped in. His nose scrunched when he was hit with the overpowering smell of sweat, but he shrugged it off with a shake.

“Babe!” Benny lifted his arms up in victory, “I can’t seem to lose when you two are around! My lucky charms!” He closed the space between their bodies and pulled Frankie in for a hug, kissing his cheek when he was close.

“Yeah,” Frankie mumbled as he held his boyfriend close, feeling the sweat from his chest and the blood dripping from his nose, “Ben…” he scowled when he broke away enough to get a better look at his face, “You’re gonna break your fucking nose one of these days.”

“Hey, Frankie, relax,” Benny shrugged off Frankie’s concern, “You should see the other guy,” he chuckled.

Frankie’s face remained in a deep frown. He had seen the other guy, and even though Benny was the winner, his face didn’t look like it.

“What?” Benny let out a nervous laugh when he noticed Frankie’s face didn’t change, “You worried I’ll get too ugly for the two of you and you’ll leave me?”

“That’s not it and you fucking know it,” Frankie snapped back.

The worry in his face made Benny pause for a moment as he realized just how much Frankie worried for him now that they were together. You had worried a lot when you first started coming to watch his fights too, but as time went on, you either had more confidence in him or you got better at hiding how scared you were. Benny wasn’t sure which it was.

Seeing the drop in Benny’s face, Frankie let out a sigh, “Nevermind,” he waved it off, deciding not to push the subject any further, “Let’s go and celebrate your victory, baby.”

Benny’s face lit up, “Hell yeah! That’s my babe!”

“Frankie!” Benny’s voice called from the bedroom.

“Could you come here?” your voice added.

Puzzled, Frankie quickly made his way into the bedroom where he was frozen in his tracks by the sight that greeted him. You and Benny knelt together on the bed… with nothing on your bodies. Frankie’s blood rushed through his veins as his skin warmed and his cock instantly hardened.

“What….?”

“You’ve been a little tense lately, Frankie baby,” you purred as you rose from the bed and reached for his shoulders, “And we thought… You could use a little something,” you smirked as you massaged his shoulders for a moment before you tugged at his shirt.

“Baby…”

Benny followed suit and took his place on the other side of Frankie, “Here,” he joined you in removing his clothes, “Let us take care of you this time, babe,” he whispered as he placed a feather light kiss right under Frankie’s ear.

Frankie breathed both your names as he found himself stripped nude and led to the bed. His mind swam as his perspective flipped from his two partners laying him on his back on the large plush bed.

“You spend so much time worrying about everyone else, Frankie,” you spoke softly.

“That you need yourself taken care of,” Benny finished the thought.

“Fuck…” Frankie whispered as he watched you and Benny position yourself on either side of him. You moved down between his legs, parting them to make yourself comfortable. Benny trailed a hand along his skin as he moved towards his head, cupping his face with his rough, calloused hands.

You let out a whimper as you settled yourself right above Frankie’s cock, rocking your hips up and down along his length. Frankie gasped at the contact, and his cock twitched underneath your body. Benny’s eyes caught the movement and he stayed transfixed on your body as your hips glided along your boyfriend’s fully hard cock.

“Shit babes,” Benny murmured, “That’s so fucking hot!”

A giggle escaped your lips as you leaned forward and took Benny’s lips with your own. His hand lazily stroked his cock with one hand while the other still caressed Frankie’s face. Hearing the muffled moans of your kiss, Frankie opened his eyes and watched as you and Benny tangled your tongues above him.

He groaned at the sight before his gaze fell to Benny’s cock just inches from his face. Involuntarily, Franie licked his lips and darted his tongue out to touch the tip, which made Benny whimper into your mouth. The two of you broke away so Benny could look down at the way Frankie’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock.

“Fuck…” he groaned before Frankie took him completely into his mouth.

Benny let out a loud moan as his boyfriend’s warm, wet mouth engulfed him. You watched in awe as the two boys settled comfortably and connected together. For a moment, you were still as you watched Benny’s cock appear and disappear in Frankie’s mouth. But, you had a part to play in this too.

Carefully, you hovered your hips over Frankie’s cock and slowly, you lowered yourself onto him, his thick length penetrating you from below. The sharp gasp you let out echoed in the room as you felt the familiar stretch as you lowered yourself inch by slow inch.

If it weren’t for Benny’s cock in his mouth, Frankie’s own groan would have harmonized with yours. But, it was muffled, with only short gasps and pants escaping around the thickness in his mouth. Benny let out a growl as he watched his one partner’s cock disappear into his other partner. He knew his own cock twitched in Frankie’s mouth, as his heart fluttered similarly.

When your hips met Frankie’s, you let out a deep exhale. Opening your eyes at the sound of your name, you were met with Benny’s gaze piercing into you, and it made your heart skip a beat in your chest. The two of you stayed frozen for a moment before you both started to move at the same time, in perfect rhythm with each other without any words needed.

Frankie groaned and moaned underneath you as you rode him. Benny’s hips rocking in the same rhythm as you did, and between the two of you, Frankie became overwhelmed quickly in the best way possible.

You leaned forward a bit, driving Frankie’s length deeper into you while your hands landed on his chest. You kept the same rhythm, lifting and lowering your hips while you squeezed his chest. Frankie’s moan reverberated around Benny’s cock as he felt you knead and tug at his pecs, adding to the sensations he already felt.

A muffled moan came from underneath you, and you knew by the way Frankie tensed that he was close.

“You gonna cum for us now, Frankie baby?” you purred.

Benny’s own rhythm stuttered at your words, “Shit…” he groaned, “Say that again, baby.”

You smoked, loving the way the two strong men bowed to you at times, “You gonna cum too, Benny baby?”

“Fuck yeah,” he growled through gritted teeth as he drove his cock deeper into Frankie’s mouth.

Frankie in turn grabbed Benny’s hips and held him close, encouraging him to give him all he had. All the air left your lungs as you watched both of them fall apart before you. Benny came soon after, spilling himself into Frankie’s mouth with a loud moan and string of curses. The room spun as you watched his eyes roll back into his head while Frankie held him close.

You picked up your pace, feeling the heat build in your own body as Frankie’s cock hit that sweet spot inside you over and over again. But, you wanted to feel him fill you up first, and your jaw clenched as you saved off your own orgasm. Tonight was about Frankie after all.

It didn’t take long for you to get your wish, and through a muffled moan, you felt Frankie fall over the edge. His one hand flew to grab onto your hip as he bucked his own hips up and spilled himself deep inside you. Benny pulled out to give Frankie some air, and the scream immediately filled the room with his moans and groans.

“Fuck!” you cried out as you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. Clenching your inner muscles around Frankie, you came hard, your entire body trembling over him as you rode out both your orgasms together while Benny watched in awe.

Unable to hold yourself up any longer, you collapsed down, slipping out of Frankie in the process. Benny also flopped down on the other side of Frankie, both your bodies framing his own on the bed. None of you moved for several moments, all of you taking the opportunity to catch your breaths.

You were the first to move, rolling onto your side to watch your boys in the low light, “You look better, Frankie,” you giggled as you watched the afterglow light up his face.

Without opening his eyes, Frankie grinned, “You should see the other guy,” he peeked one eye open to catch Benny’s own smirk before he closed them again.

Benny only laughed as he leaned forward and kissed Frankie’s temple tenderly. He then leaned more to kiss your cheek. You returned the gesture, kissing both your boys before you settled in Frankie’s one arm embrace. Benny settled on the other side. You and Benny tangled your legs together over top of Frankie as the three of you made yourselves comfortable.

“Hey babes, I…” Frankie started.

“It’s ok, Frankie,” you cut him off.

“We know,” Benny added.

Frankie’s smile only grew wider. You both knew how much Frankie cared, and how much he worried for both of you. And you both appreciated it. You all felt safe with each other. And while sometimes emotions almost became overwhelming, it was from a place of love. For as long as the three of you had each other, everything would be alright. As long as the three of you had your large king size bed to come back to.

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romanarose · 5 months

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More Triple Frontier thoughts: Santi

I'll have a part for all of them and things I've noticed

So I rewatched TF on Wednesday and REALLY paid attention to it and I gotta say, I really got what y'all mean with Santiago being manipulative this time. I mean, I got it before to some degree (in LaL, we explore that a little bit) but know that I feel I have a deeper understanding of all the characters (Yes, including Tom, I'll have a part for him too.) I feel I see how exactly he played all of them.

He texts the idea to Frankie and the Millers and apparently none of them replied. Santi says he went to will first is interesting, and Will says he'll go if Tom does. Interesting.

But Tom, Tom's the one who decides if this is happening or not. It's possible that Benny could have gone without Tom's go, since he accepted the mission without asking any questions about who was going, but I don't know if Will would talk him down. Benny respects his brother a lot as a brother, team member and his coach.

We see initially in the locker room scene, Frankie tries to say no, Will is waiting on Tom's approval, Benny says yes.

Frankie says why he can't go. He has a baby and his lady doesn't like it. Santi immediately goes for Frankie's soft spot, his baby, saying the money they'll get will help with the baby. Frankie is a soft no.

But when Tom's in the room that changes. Noticed how as they approach the bleachers, the conversation is strictly between Tom and Santi. Frankie is the third wheel. Will, after talking to Ben, asks what the verdict is.

The decision to go or not depends on Tom.

Tom says yes, and you see Will dodge his eyes to the side a few times. They ask Frankie if he's in, he asks when they leave, Thursday, he sighs and agrees with no further convincing. In Frankie's analysis I'll go more into him and Tom.

I don't know if Santi knew how much weight Tom's voice had, if he did him talking to them away from Tom was an interesting choice, but in the end he knew Tom was the one he needed to convince. Tom and Will were the two he talked to separately.

When it came time that Santi admitted he lied, after all the drinks and he's trying to convince them to stay, he goes for the jugular on all of them.

Tom, he goes for his masculinity. Tom's character is the essence of toxic masculinity and we'll explore that more in his discussion, but he is a father and clearly does care for his daughters, and Santi points out he can't afford to send them to college. Oof.

He wasn't going to mention the baby thing again, because now he's got a new item in his armory. Coke and suspension. Now I'm not saying that him losing his license was more important than his daughter but it what it represents. 1. his ability to provide. What is Frnakie doing right now that he's not flying? Is he able to contribute to his family, to his daughter financially? That can really wound a man's pride. I do not mean that as a bad thing. But also, flying is where he's obviously in control. That will be explored in his part. Santi knows how much flying means to him. Now, the coke... did the others know? Because Santi didn't until the hallway. Could the others hear him, because he was muttering. They knew he was on coke I think bc santi wasn't surprised, but that the bust was drug related? I dont know. But it's a hell of thing to mention.

Benny was a two for one

In the retcon scene, we hear Benny mention a job stocking shelves at walmart. Was this in high school? after the army? Now? Most fighters do it part time, like trying to get a singing carrier off the ground.. was Benjamin Miller, a "one in a million talent" stocking shelves at walmart? Im not saying there anything wrong with that, I find a lot of pride myself working at olive garden, but is Benny humiliated? Either way, we know he's proud of his fighting, takes it very seriously, and Santi's words (an insinuating he lost) doesn't fair well for Ben. I think Santi insinuated he lost on purpose to get riled up.

And Will... What do we know about Will? Not much. But we know he has Benny, he loves Benny. Benny is his focus. Santi knows that William is not happy about Benny's fighting. Thats probably why he's his coach, doesn't trust anyone else to do it or to bandage him up after. Will doesn't have kids to look after, to protect... but he has Ben, and from what I see, Ben is his number one priority. Asking if he wants to see Ben get beat up all the time was manipulative because of course he does! He loves him!

I find it interesting with Will and Frankie he changed up his tactics to go with new information he got in the locker room/ hallway.

Now, all this to say

I DO NOT THINK SANTI IS GREEDY!

I think he's desperate!

I won't say the money wasn't a motivator but it's SO CLEAR his primary target was Lorea!

He was constantly reminding them "I want Lorea"

"I want one more sweep for Lorea"

Once Will was shot, it was Santi that said "we take a backpack and head to the jungle, ill cover the costs"

The cost didn't matter because Santi was getting out. He got Lorea and he was done. He could rest his legs and neck in PEACE.

So yeah, Santi is manipulative. Definitely. But he's not a greedy asshole.

And no. Frankie is not perfect. Let's talk about that next.

(I love them all minus Tom. I've watched this movie too many times. I adore them. They are my kids. But they are all flawed.)

#santiago garcia #triple frontier #benjamin miller #william miller #ben miller #will miller #francisco morales #Francisco morales #frankie morales #francisco catfish morales #william ironhead miller #triple frontier 2019

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faretheeoscar · 2 months

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Sparring sessions

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x Frankie Morales for the @triplefrontier-anniversary

Cowritten with: @mandodinstuff

--Warnings: 🔥18+, nsfw, cursing, Spanish dirty talking, degrading kink if you squint your eyes disguised as Spanish dirty talking (totally consensual) Spanish phrases and definitions at the end--

A/N: English is not our first language, we apologize for any syntax/grammar errors.

Thanks to @mandodinstuff again for turning the idea of this fic upside down and helping me with brilliant takes on the way Santiago and Frankie would act, I absolutely love working with you ❤️

And thanks to @romanarose and @for-a-longlongtime for creating this brilliant event!

Word count: 2k~

Thursday afternoon, the usual day when Frankie and Santiago would find themselves some time to hang around each other without the other guys swarming around them, a time where they actually enjoyed spending time with each other, how could they not? They were best friends after all, they always found an activity to do together, but they tended to jump from one to another, lately Frankie had been feeling a bit insecure of the weight that he had been putting over the years, as they weren’t getting any younger and it wasn’t easy to get around that topic past your 40’s.

That’s how they have found themselves into another session of sparring, an activity that somehow Fish could handle without being so hard on his back for some reason, or maybe that’s what he told himself, just another excuse to tease Pope into how he always brought the most ridiculous tight fits he could find of sportswear, Frankie swore he was doing it on purpose, to try to make him weak against him, to try to reach into that unexplored part of their friendship that the two of them never spoke about, but Frankie was always very composed about it, trying to hold himself back from Santiago’s subtle approaches, although he sometimes indulged in them and got a bit too far with the teasing, and today seeing Pope in that tight white shirt and grey shorts, well it really got him going in that department.

Santiago has been having enough of Frankie’s teasing for the last 40 minutes, the way Frankie has been looking at him and the fact that for some goddamn reason every time he threw a punch at him, he aimed for his crotch to then stop shortly was honestly driving him mad by the second. The way the perfect little messy curls that bounced against his forehead and that signature small shy smile that Fish always did have him already half hard underneath his tight gym shorts.

“Stop teasing Francisco, if you really wanna touch it and wanna be my little bottom bitch, just go for it” He said with a smug smile, tapping the side of his crotch just to get a reaction out of him.

Something changed inside of Frankie suddenly and all he wanted was to wipe that stupid smug smile from Santi´s face. Without saying a word, he moved quickly grabbing Santi´s arm, twisting it backwards and making him lose balance with his leg so he ended up falling into the mat groaning at the strong grip he had on his arm. Frankie had him now pinned against the mat. Santi tried to get free from Frankie, squirming around trying to get him off of him, the position they were in gave Frankie a great view of Santi´s ass, making him a bit distracted and losing for a second his grip on him. Santi noticed it and used his friend's distraction to get free, but not for long because when Frankie noticed he pushed him back against the mat for him to be laying on his back panting as Frankie pinned both his hands over his head, Frankie's strong thighs straggled between his legs.

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“Surrender already Pope…”

Santiago grunted trying to get out of Frankie’s tight grip on him, as he pressed his body against the mat, as he tried to squirm around from his grip, he accidentally ended up grinding against Frankie’s leg, sending shivers down their spine and making them both try to hold back a moan.

“Fucking shit Pope, stop squirming around, or I swear to god if you move again one more time…”

Frankie’s voice was three octaves lower than usual, making Santiago's stomach churn, sending shivers all down his spine. He could feel the familiar sensation of the heat going down to his crotch. Frankie’s deep voice made his hole clench in need around nothing.

Santiago couldn’t hold it anymore, Fish’s tight grip on his wrists, the friction and the whole sexual tension, the situation they always had around, had him acting without thinking. He leaned upwards to capture Frankie’s lips in a hot steamy kiss, it wasn’t the first time they’ve done it, neither of them tended to acknowledge it, it was an unspoken thing between the two of them, Santiago’s pride being too much to admit that he was mad for this man, how he craved the sweet taste of his lips. He moaned in need when their tongues started battling into a fight for possessiveness.

Everything quickly became a frenzy between the two of them, as they both started touching each other palming themselves over their clothes, Frankie reaching to squish Santi’s ass lifting up his hips so he could grind his hardening cock against his own.

As they were grinding against each other, Frankie's hand moved past the curve of Santi´s ass sliding his shorts down, groaning when he realised he wasn't wearing any underwear.

“Cabrón, que haces?” Santiago tried to argue, but Frankie quickly turned him around, so his tummy could be against the mattress and lifted his hips so he could put him in position, Santi´s naked ass on display just for him.

“What do you think, pendejo? I’m not eating your sweaty ass, shut up, and open…” Frankie pushed two of his fingers against Santi´s lips, forcing him to open his mouth wetting them with his saliva, making sure it was enough so he could prep him.

“This would have to do” Frankie slowly pressed one of his fingers against Santi’s hole and started working him open, earning choked grunts as Santi made fists with his hands as he tried not to push back to reach for more pleasure.

Frankie’s digits slowly tried to reach for his prostate, massaging and listening to when Santiago’s breath changed, to have it as a hearing aid for him to know when to add another finger inside; when he felt Santi easily open up at the new intrusion as both of his fingers started working him up, Santiago started shaking and holding back his moans.

“Puta madre Fish… stop teasing” Santiago growled.

“Calmate, I’m just trying for you not to get hur–” Frankie tried to speak but as he felt Santiago's ass pushing back against his hand silently asking for more, he knew that he was ready.

Frankie sloppily worked his pants down just enough to let his cock, already leaking with precum, spring out of his boxers and started touching himself.

“Mierda Fish you're HUGE you're going to kill me with that” Santi said looking over his shoulder as Frankie kept stroking his cock.

“Alright, alright, okay, stop whining Garcia, jesus no puedes callarte ni por un puto segundo”

Frankie slowly pushed the head of his cock inside Santiago, as he huffed out at the feeling of his bulbous head disappearing inside Pope’s tight ring, trying to keep an eye on every reaction that the barely prepped man had, controlling his own need to push himself inside fully. Santiago’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he held his breath when trying to adjust to Fish’s length.

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“Dios Pope, I’ve never been inside a hole so—nhg—tell me, do you get all– tight and so needy for me every time we see each other?” Frankie grunted between slow thrusts.

“Seguro que te encanta que te den así, por detrás, fuck– been dreaming about making this ass mine for a long time” He started fastening his pace when he felt Santiago’s hips pushing back against him asking for more.

Santiago almost couldn’t handle it anymore, Frankie’s words and possessiveness and dominance were totally different and out of character with him, Frankie usually is a cuddly sweet teddy bear, he was soft in all the senses of the word, soft voice, soft words, soft tummy. And god that soft tummy that drove Santiago crazy that made him harder at the thought of it, and now that he had him there, feeling how his soft flesh bounced against the curve of his ass… everything was sending him into a spiral, the drag of the tip of his cock against his G spot had him almost whimpering, but he held it, he was too proud to get himself go into a submissive mode.

Santiago was close to exploding, but he was holding it, he reached out for his aching cock stroking it once earning the most guttural moan that Frankie has ever heard from him. Santiago tried to stroke himself, but everything was getting too much for him, his hands were shaking, breath faltering, back arching in a way where Frankie could take his hips and pulled them impossibly closer, watching how his cock disappeared into his tight ring, Santi’s big ass bouncing against cock; he watched and felt how his tight ring muscle started pulsating and getting tighter and tighter against him.

“Mierda—mierda Pope, if you keep on going like this I'm not gonna last” Frankie huffed against his ear, thrusts faltering against him, as he felt the urge of his impending orgasm coming.

Frankie’s grunts started to get louder as he pounded relentlessly against him, reaching for Santiago and putting his arm around his middle to pull him up, so his back was flushed against his chest, he spit on his own hand and reached out for Santi’s throbbing member, slapping Santi’s hand out of the way so he could also get in charge of stroking his cock fast, alternating the drags on his member and rubbing his thumb against Santiago’s tip, earning needy whimpers from him with his edging game.

“What a pretty good fucking boy, look at you, taking me so well and whimpering like a little bitch” Frankie grunted in his ear as his hand moved from Santi´s hip to his neck.

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“Fuck if I knew that having my cock deep inside you would finally shut you up, I would have done it years ago”

With Frankie’s hard grip against his neck and another hand trying to hold him up against him, mixed with that degrading phrase did it for Pope, turning into a full submissive mode, gasping for air as Frankie’s grip tightened on his neck, it would take only a couple of more thrusts before Santiago was drooling all over himself, when he felt the constant assault of Frankie’s tip against his textured spot, his hole pulsated hard against Frankie’s length and a choked breath finally made him spill all over himself.

“There you go. Te ves tan hermoso cumming untouched just from my cock”

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Frankie soon enough followed him, spilling ropes after ropes of cum inside him, filling his hole until it started to drip from the sides.

Frankie’s thrusts calmed down, and he kept himself inside him, resting his sweaty forehead against Santiago’s back, trying to get the adrenaline out of his system completely.

“So remind me who was the little bottom bitch here?”

“Fuck you, que te jodan” Santiago panted and chuckled, trying to get off from him to be able to go wipe his soft abdomen that was painted on his own white thick streams, but Frankie’s strong grip put him right back onto his lap, possessive hands squeezing his hips, definitely leaving marks on them.

“Fuck me?” He teased him and growled next to his ear, nipping at the bottom of his earlobe, Santiago could already feel him hardening again inside him. “I think I would really like that”

Little there is to say how their training sessions would develop from now on...

Dictionary/definitions:

“Cabrón, que haces?” : motherfucker what are you doing?

jesus no puedes callarte ni por un puto segundo : jesus, you can't stop talking for a single fucking second

pendejo: imbecil

Puta madre: spanish insult haha also like fuck (?)

Calmate: calm down

Seguro que te encanta que te den así, por detrás: I bet that you like getting pounded from behind

Mierda : shit

Te ves tan hermoso: you look so beautiful

que te jodan: another way to say fuck you

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topherfoxtrot · 1 year

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Triple Frontier (2019) dir.: J. C. Chandor

#triple frontier 2019 #oscar isaac #adria arjona #Charlie Hunnam #pedro pascal #garrett hedlund #ben affleck #FoxtrotGIF

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miss-beep-beep · 2 months

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Slow Motion

Pairing: Benny Miller x Heart Vu (Vietnamese!OFC that uses they/she pronouns)

Content contains some fluff, maybe angst (internal?), some cursing, intimacy, and alludes to some steamy love at the end. Not beta'd because I should be sleeping and not writing in the middle of the night. Apologies if this doesn't make any sense.

Inspiration: "Slow Motion" by Matt Champion & JENNIE

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Author's Notes: Hi everyone, it's been a while. I'm sorry that I've been MIA for so long, basically a year now. It kinda hard to find time and inspiration to write nowadays. I wrote this for the @triplefrontier-anniversary.

Heart took a deep breath in and then out while clenching their black fanny pack and a brown paper bag across their chest.

"Okay," Heart mumbled to themselves before leaving their car and locking it with their car key dangling on their left hand with a sinking brown paper bag on their right. The bag crinkling with every step.

Before Heart could knock on the door, a tall brownish-blonde haired man with a backwards green cap swiftly opened the black screen door.

“Artie!” A giddy deep voice escaped the lips of the tall man.

“Benny,” Heart replied back with as much similar energy as they could, but it sounded like a sputtering engine.

“Glad you could make it!” He shouts with glee over the booming music playing in the near distance. He then glanced down at Heart's right hand.

"Oranges?" Benny asked like it was a quiz as he reached for the bag.

"Your favorite."

"Tell your aunt thanks." He said with a pep in his step as stepped aside. "Come on in, you can place your stuff on the couch."

"Thanks, Benny." They took a couple steps in and they are faced with a spattering of people, a few watching TV, a few at the kitchen grabbing food and drinks, and what seems like a huge crowd in the backyard where the music is blasting at.

The next minutes to hours felt like a blur. There was food that Heart vacuumed up, sodas and water that they gulped down. They may have talked to some people but they mainly hung behind Benny that the next thing they knew, they were suddenly in the backyard where the whole party gathered. They looked at Benny with a softened smile from afar as he was talking to Francisco, one of his pals, Francisco's wife, Merida, and Tilly, who does the finances at the gym Benny goes to.

They feel a bit drained from all of the party. They needed a break.

As if on cue, their phone vibrated from their back jean pocket.

"Perfect," they whispered.

Before they walked away to answer the call, Heart turned around to look at Benny. They could tell Benny was engulfed with whatever conversation one of his other pals, Santiago, were recalling about and the crowd was equally entranced with it.

Heart sighed a bit of relief with a shy meek smile, not wanting to disturb him, as they stride away to some random room in the empty house. They slapped the door behind them after they accidentally tripped on some clumped fabric on the floor.

“Hello?”

“Hey.” A familiar calm voice answered back.

“Hey, Nathaniel. What’s up?” Heart answered with a hint of air grasping for calmness, slowly sliding down to the wooden floor.

"Not much. Just wanted to check up on you. How's the party?"

"It's partying."

"Yeah, I can hear it, but Heart, why aren't you there, you know, partying?"

Heart chuckled while rubbing the back of their neck. "Not really my thing."

"And yet you're there, in some capacity."

"I'm just here to celebrate Benny's win yesterday, Nate."

Nate hummed with a whiffing amusement. Heart rolled their eyes. "Nate."

"Heart, how long have we known each other?"

"Too long." Heart sassed lowly.

"Funny, but not enough." Nate reflected back.

Cue another eye roll.

"We know why you're there."

"Yeah, to help celebrate Benny's win from his match yesterday and to give the oranges your mom grew."

"Is that your final answer or do you want to try that again?"

Heart sighed. "Okay, fine. Let's redo."

Nate hummed proudly. "Why are you there?"

"For Benny."

"Why?"

"Okay, I didn't think there would be more questions."

"Fine, I'm cutting out the bullshit filler. You like Benny, yes or no?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I'm cutting out more extra B.S. because you answered that too quickly."

Before Heart could utter a sound, Nate continued, "And I know that you're gonna say something like, 'I like him as a person and friend', because no, shit, I do too. But I know your 'like' is different from my 'like'."

To Heart they weren't technically wrong. Benny was someone who they think is a great companion platonically. However when it comes to romance…

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

Heart rubbed the back of their neck for a couple of seconds, contemplating on a complete sentence that wasn’t “I don’t know.”

“I do like him in a romantic sense but I don’t really see myself in a relationship with him.”

“Come on, you’ve at least imagined it.”

Heart has. They imagined laughing at each other whenever they goofed off or at each other's inside jokes. They imagined sitting together in quietness, playing amidst the noise. They imagined the conversation that trail on to equate novels. They imagined lying in bed close together and comforting each other in warmth.

Heart sighed before replying back, “Maybe, but fiction doesn’t always make it to reality.”

Reality is Benny could be with anyone. Reality is that the best for Benny is out there. The best containing future memories where the best could hear his contagious laughter, witness his spotlight smiles, cheer him on but know to acknowledge his flaws. Know that Benny is a person who is flawed but the kindness still shines amidst the rain. Notices the little actions and habits of the best and the best notices him back. They imagined it because they see themselves as the audience member who has witnessed someone actively engaging with him that it feels like the sound of the director to cut is too far away as they want to leave and give them space. The extra in the movie or TV show who is there in hopes of...something. But what's stopping them? What's stopping Heart from pursing their heart?

"So you're afraid of the unknown? The what-if?"

"No, Nate," they paused to take a sharp deep breath before continuing, "I'm afraid of the what-if being known as false hope. I don't want to try because I'm afraid that instead of a personal truth, I get an empty lonely reflection in the mirror. I love him and I think, no, I know, he can do better than me."

"Heart." Nate whispered like a hush but Heart continued.

"I really love him, Nate. But I don't want this friendship to break because I don't think he loves me the same as I do for him. I love him that I want to maintain this friendship and not lose him in this bunched up coil of a human being that is me."

"So you love him."

"Yes, I love Benny, Nate."

A creak from behind lingered out, causing Heart to sharply turn around. Causing Heart to face a reality, Benny standing at the open door. Heart jumped up with a stagger from her spot on the ground.

“Nate," Heart muttered against their phone, "I’ll call you back.”

“No need! Tell me at the cousin potluck tomor-!” He blurted out before Heart quickly ended the call and shoved their phone in their back jean pocket.

“Benny, hey." Heart sputtered out with a twitching-edge smile. "Whatcha doing here?”

“This is my room.” Benny states calmly as he turns on the lights.

Heart felt her feelings flush to the ground as she slowly scanned the room she was standing in. A small splattered row of clothes that may have spilled from the laundry basket near the door, a neatly prepared bed, posters of rock bands like AC/DC and some MMA fighters plastered all over the walls, and a small shelf full of DVDs and books.

That was not the bathroom.

“Oh fuck," Heart softly gasped out.

Benny chuckled and joked back, "Whoa, that's some strong language. There's kiddos around."

Heart snickered back with a hint of an eye roll. "Oh please, you're one to talk."

Benny softly chuckled before taking a step towards Heart with hands in his pocket and a restrained blank face. "Is it still real?" Benny asked.

"Real?" Heart feigned ignorance and swallowed the discomfort in her throat.

Another step. "Are those feelings still there in you?"

What could Heart say? What could stop the time from not slowing down, ticking away as she tries to formulate a complete sentence. Formulate a response where this moment could pass to the next page.

"Yes," they whispered out.

"What if I think you're wrong."

Their mind mentally dropped. "What?" They softly gasped out.

"What if... what if I told I thought you could do better than me?"

Their mind rewinded back up. "Benny-"

"Because I absolutely think you can."

Heart didn't speak. Their eyes slightly misting up in confusion.

"Artie. What if I told you that I keep replaying the time when you came to one of my matches for the first time? Seeing you in the crowd like the piece of a gem shining bright. Seeing your beautiful smile, wanting to see you smile like that for as long as you can. Worried that I won't see that smile because I was so worried that I thought I might break this friendship thinking you don't feel the same way."

Now Benny was only centimeters from Heart. He pulled out his hands from his pockets.

"But you know what? I'm glad you stuck around. I'm glad you stuck around because you're giving me the time of day for me to tell you that I love you. I love you, Heart Vu."

"Are..." Heart reached to grasp his right hand. "Are those emotions still real?"

"100%. Are yours?"

"Absolutely, Benjamin Miller."

Heart pulled him into an embrace across his back and he does the same to them, pulling them close to his beating chest.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes." They said, releasing themselves from listening to his heart so Benny could lean down and press his lips to Heart's softly like a comforting pillow before pulling back to gaze at each other's eyes.

"Could we... could we do more?"

"We can do whatever you want, Artie."

“You didn’t close the door.” Heart whispered, resting her chin gently against Benny's chest.

“Would you like me to?” Benny whispered while gently brushing his lips against her left ear.

“Yes.”

Benny embraced a giggly Heart to his chest as he sprinkled kisses all over their face and neck as he slams the door shut with his back. A door click was heard afterwards.

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