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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 1 year

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MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB’s Recommendation List: March PT. 2

Welcome to part 2 of March’s recommendation list. Down below, you can find the link to take you back to part 1 featuring Peaky Blinders, Frankie Morales from Triple Frontier, Frank Castle, and the works that I posted. I still have some specialists that I’m traveling to go see, so there might not be 32 links this time around, but we’ll have to wait and see. The goal for March is to write another chapter In This Heart and rewrite The Spark. If you are interested in having your writing challenges featured here, or your stories, or even just your blog, please feel free to tag me in your works, message me, or use the hashtag MidnightWithDearKatyTSPB. I hope you are having an amazing March and you didn’t have such a hard time springing ahead.

☘️ March '23 Pt. 1

April '23 Pt. 1 🌸

Masterlist

37 of 44 Years (Moodboard) ... Dedication to my parents.

All For You My Daisy (Moodboard) >> Garret Hedlund, Pedro Pascal, and Tommy Shelby

Begin Again (Moodboard) >> Ted Lasso x OFC!Penny Fletcher | Moodboard made for @teds-mustache-wrangler story Begin Again.

Innocence and Sadness (Moodboard) >> Arthur Shelby ... dedicated to @cillmequick

Peaky x Lana Challenge (Moodboard) >> Alfie Solomons x Reader x Tommy Shelby | “I’ve got a black limousine and two gentlemen who escort me through these halls.”

Two Broken Souls (Moodboard) >> Tommy Shelby x OFC!Estella Holland | “Come, Josephine in my flying machine. Going up, she goes, up she goes.”

Update//Calm Down by All Time Low (Moodboard) >> Garrett Hedlund, Luke Grimes, and Pedro Pascal

ONE-SHOTS:

As His Daughter by @sneakyblinders >> Dad!Tommy Shelby x Reader ft. Daughter!Kate Shelby - Summery: As Kate Shelby becomes an older sister yet again, she realizes she doesn't really know her father. Her mother is on a mission to change that. | You'll go through the emotions with this one, I promise. For those who need the warning, there are mentions of childbirth!

Loving Girl by @valentine-in-my-quinjet >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: You've always known you would be a better partner for Tommy. After Grace died, you had to reassess your motivations for being close to Tommy because he needed a friend more than ever before. | You will need a tissue with this one. TW: Suicide Mentioned

Make Your Heart My Home by @look-at-the-soul >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summery: Y/N hasn't had the best life. In fact, she's physically running from it into the physical arms of one Tommy Shelby, who saves her. | Read this, get a little emotional, but fall in love with its ending.

Mr. Girraffe by @teenwolf-theoriginals >> Dad!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Florence's giraffe gets lost in Johnny Dogs camp. | The family dynamic in this is quite adorable, and I love how sweet Tommy is as well.

The Perfect Team by @runnning-outof-time >> Arthur Shelby x Reader - Summary: Arthur's ability to reason with (Y/N)'s child has them realizing that they work rather well together. | This is absolutely adorable and light-hearted, definitely recommend reading it.

'Teach You a Lesson by @celticmelody >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: you’re soon to marry Thomas Shelby, the infamous horseman amongst the gangsters in Birmingham. however, when he finds out you’ve never ridden before, he makes it a task to teach you… amongst other lessons that unravel afterwards. | If all riding lessons with Tommy were to end this way, I would take them every day as well. 🥵

When One Heart Breaks The Other, Follows by @little-diable >> Tommy Shelby x Reader | Summary: Tommy has been at war for months, and the only thing the reader can cling to is the letters he kept writing. Until the day when he no longer writes to her, when she no longer knows if he's alive or not. All until one last letter finds its way to her. | I've been emotional lately, okay? So did I need tissues when I read this? Yes! But was I smiling by the end? YES!

SERIES:

*A Different Sort of Man Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 by @evita-shelby >> Tommy Shelby x OFC!Eva, Canon!Tommy x Grace Burgess - Summary: Or where Eva plays around with magic, and Tommy wakes up in a universe where Grace is his wife. While in that universe, Tommy discovers just how different his life would have been if he had pursued the pretty witch in 71 Watery Lane. | My mother always warned me growing up to never fiddle with magic, but this just makes me want to... Only two chapters in, and it's so good. The switching of points of view is everything I could have asked for.

The Photographer // Part 13 by @midnightmagpiemama >> Modern!Tommy Shelby x Photographer!Reader - Summary: Hired to take pictures of your boyfriend's cousin's wedding, you are excited to spend the night in the presence of your boyfriend doing what you love. The night, however, doesn't go as according to plans. Or, the one where Gina and Micheal get married, Gina sits Lizzy at Tommy's table. And people have opinions on your relationship with Tommy. | Erin is such a fantastic writer, and I truly love this series. In this chapter, she just captures Tommy and Polly so beautifully.

A Royal Wedding of Small Heath Part 1 // Part 2 by @sneakyblinders >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy is getting married in what the newspaper is calling The Royal Wedding of Small Heath with the announcement of their engagement. It's fitting, as his wife is his Queen. | If I had to picture my wedding to Tommy, this is exactly how I would want it to go. I love how some parts came straight from the TV show. It was just perfect.

Welcome to Downtown, Mr. Shelby by @notyour-valentine >> Tommy Shelby x Crawley!OC - Summary: He was born on a boat, with neither of his parents sure of the date after the fact, unregistered and unlisted until he went to fight for his country. Her birth had been celebrated with the ringing of church bells, champagne toasts, and announcements in newspapers on both sides of the Atlantic. Their worlds could not have been more different, and perhaps that was why, when Thomas Shelby looked at Lady Charlotte Crawley, he saw more than her title, more than her looks- he saw an opportunity. | Enjoyed reading this and emerging myself into this little world, and look forward to what is to come for Charlotte and Tommy.

SERIES:

*Push & Pull // Chapter 4: Coming Of Age by @milkymoon2483 >> Frank Castle X Plus Size Jewish OC Hannah Friedman - Summary: You’re going back to your small town for your father’s funeral and Shiva. You know you’re about to face family drama, but what worries you the most is that you’re going to see HIM, your dad’s long-time friend and probably the most attractive man you have ever met. When Frank finally sees you and realizes that you're all grown up, he struggles with accepting his budding feelings for you. | This chapter had me feeling so many emotions. You start with a stomach drop, then you feel so sad, and then you end it on a great high, needing a tall glass of water to cool down. Anna knows how to make you feel every emotion that the main character is going through at every moment of the chapter. That is a true talent.

Triple Frontier:

🍑 Appeteaser Benny Miller + Shower Sex by @dameronscopilo >> Benny Miller x Reader - Summary: Benny comes home after a long day and enjoys some time with his girl. | Let me just say this is really hot, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Here With Me by @pasukiyo >> Frankie Morales x f!reader - Summary: When your husband promises it will only be one week, your gut tells you it won't, you beg him to stay if not just for you, but for your family. (Horrible summary by me) | This starts off so sad and emotional, and it ends on a spicy note. It's perfect.

A Proposition by @dameronscopilot >> Santiago "Pope" Garcia x f!reader x Benjamin "Benny" Miller - Summary: Benny returns to Florida after six months of backpacking his way across Australia, and the surf and sun have treated him well. Very well. You can't help but notice. ...Santiago thinks that maybe it's time for the two of you to change things up in the bedroom. Because if he's going to share you with anyone, it's most certainly going to be Benjamin Miller | Is it just me, or is it really HOT in here right now? 🥵 I think I better go open the window after reading this one.

Untitled Sick!fic with Benny by @dameronscopilot >> Benny Miller x Reader - Summary: benny knows exactly what you need when you're sick—in more ways than one. | If Benny ever wants to come to take care of me like this when I'm sick, or now even, he's more than welcome.

"Wear whatever you want, I can fight." by @plaguedoctorsmistress >> Benny Miller x Reader - Summary: When your boyfriend can’t seem to do anything but whine about your outfit, Benny’s jealousy finally gets the best of him, and he takes matters into his own hand. | Benny can defend my honor any day and call me princess all he wants.

*The Wedding Party by @goodwithcheese >> Frankie Morales x f!reader - Summary: Series Summary: A combined bachelorette/bachelor party introduces you to a brown-eyed pilot. | I loved this series so much that I read it in one night on AO3 when I came across it. I'm so glad it came up on my dashboard so I could share it with you guys here. It's both fluffy and sexy!

You Again?! by @theunbearableweightofpedropascal >> Benny Miller x Reader - Summary: You keep running into the guy you had sex with in an airport bathroom. | If you looking for some good spiciness and a mixture of giggles, this one is for you.

CILLIAN MURPHY:

Chances Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, & Part 4 by @creativepawsworld >> Cillian Murphy x OFC!Paige - Summary: A single mother meets an unlikely lover after a concert. Putting herself out of her comfort zone. Can she find herself a mate for life? | The story has everything in it, fluff, a little bit of angst, and some spiciness.

Quicky by @peakyscillian >> Cillian Murphy x Fem!Reader - Summary: Cillian just can't wait. | If you are looking for something romantic, hot, and with a dash of laughter, this is it.

GERALT OF RIVIA:

Late Bloomer by @cherienymphe >> Alpha!Geralt x Omega!Reader - Summary: Geralt of Rivia saves you from more than just a werewolf attack. | Sometimes, a one-shot is so good you share it twice with your followers. I'm pretty sure I shared it when I first started doing recommendations, and I'm sharing it again.

PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS:

Chokehold by @psychedelic-ink >> Joel Miller x Reader x Ezra - Summary: Joel’s frustrations run deep; to him, you were a twisted source of purity; touching you forced him to think, forced him to feel. But not Ezra. With him, he could do anything. A scary yet also exhilarating feeling. Or alternatively: You wake up to Joel and Ezra having sex. | The emotions you feel while reading this are just too good for me not to share.

I Forgot About Time and Space by @psychedelic-ink >> Ezra x Fem!Reader - Summary: You cook for Ezra's guests, and seeing the sight of you being so domestic awakens something in him. | The smut in this *chef's kiss* and the plot in general. Please read this when you are alone. You'll thank me later.

*The Infinity Cube by @littlemisspascal >> Marcus Pike x Reader ft. Various Pedro Characters - Summary: When you play with a strange cube, you’re transported out of your current reality with your boyfriend Marcus into brand new ones starring alternate versions of your boyfriend who look and act entirely different every time. With each encounter, you start to wonder if you’ll ever make it back to your real universe? | Such a good use of the Multiverse and it introduced me to characters that Pedro played that I haven't yet watched. Rae does an amazing job keeping you at the edge of your seat and passing off such deep emotions. It's a must read for Pedro Pascal fans.

*Meet The Millers by @musings-of-a-rose >> Joel Miller x Benny Miller x Will Miller x f!reader - Summary: Moving into the Boston Quarantine Zone after nearly 20 years on the outside takes some adjusting. A misdirection one night guides you to the 3 men who will change the course of your life. | This series has a little bit of everything from drama to love and spiciness. There isn't much more you could ask for out of this series other than wishing for more.

When You're Reading Me by @psychedelic-ink >> Joel Miller x Reader - Summary: If you had to make a list of things Joel Miller might buy you as a gift— nipple clamps would not be a part of it. | *Internally screams* This was really hot, and I think I'll go grab a cold shower now.

STRANGER THINGS:

The Grief of Losing Eddie Munson by @eufezco >> Steve Harrington x Reader - Summary: Best friends with Eddie Munson, the reader goes through the stages of grief of losing her best friend with her family at her side. | Someone pass me the box of tissues. This was so good. I cried through almost the whole thing.

MOODBOARDS:

My Luck by @forgottenpeakywriter >> Tommy Shelby x Reader

My Sun, My Moon and All My Stars by @zablife >> Tommy Shelby x OFC!Aurora Sabini | Lee puts together a breathtakingly beautiful moodboard for a what-if scenario in the Peaky Blinders universe. It leaves you wanting to read more and more for the couple.

Your Bread by @forgottenpeakywriter >> Alfie Solomons x Reader

Your Eyes by @forgottenpeakywriter >> Tommy Shelby x Reader

You Like That by @dearshelby >> Tommy Shelby x Reader | Tall glass of cold water to cool down, please!

@psychedelic-ink - SIL, is such an amazing writer, writing most recently for Pedro Pascal's characters and sharing her amazing works with us here. Her masterlist includes more than just Pedro's characters, having written for the MCU and Oscar Isaac, to name a couple. I love the emotions you feel through every piece of writing she puts out, and I have yet to find a piece I don't like. I think you'll find you like or perhaps love her writing just as much as I do.

@shelbydelrey - Isa is a Peaky Blinder writer whose work I enjoy reading and love seeing the moodboards she puts out as well. I would definitely give Isa a follow because she brings positivity to your dashboard with her reviews and welcoming spirit.

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plaguedoctorsmistress · 1 year

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“Wear whatever you want, I can fight.”

Benny Miller x Reader

TW: canon typical violence, toxic relationship (not Benny), mentioning of genitalia but no smut, and over protective Benny (to me, that warrants a trigger warning. )

—When your boyfriend can’t seem to do anything but whine about your outfit, Benny’s jealousy finally gets the best of him and he takes matters into his own hand.

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“I told you that thing is too fucking short” your boyfriend hissed pulling down on the mini skirt you wore, you stumbled and he steadied you with a hand around your upper arm.

When his hand moved to the nape of your neck, fingers now digging and scrunching your hair in a semi-violent caress, you pulled away harshly and sighed a ‘you are going to ruin my blowout’ as an excuse. In truth, you were glad to have a reason to stray away from him, Johnny wasn’t a good boyfriend on an average day, but he managed to get much worst whenever he had to see one of, or all of, your friends…

You didn’t notice, but four tables down, Benny Miller (your devilishly handsome and equally devilishly charactered childhood best friend), was watching him with a snide, his hand clutching a beer bottle dangerously tight.

“If you hold that any tighter we aren’t gonna make it to the end of karaoke night, you aren’t gonna get to sleep with any hot babes—” Will started, only to be interrupted by Santi’s beer chocked laugh.

“You’re acting like (Y/N) isn’t the one who always spends the night with him in the ER.” He coughed, spilling his drink to a chorus of reprimands and curses.

“Don’t encourage him” Frankie sighed, mopping the mess with questionably brown paper towels.

No response came from Benny, his eyes now fixed to your ever growing figure, he thought you looked gorgeously sad… Sure, a smile was poorly tattooed to your face, but your furrowed brows gave you away, the asshole had said something he shouldn’t have.

You had been with Johnny Carter for three strenuous months now, long enough for Benny to become acutely aware of all that was wrong with him, to conclude once and for all that he couldn’t love a woman other than yourself (a fact he had previously suspected, but now knew for sure), and long enough for him to nickname Johnny a million different slurs, he never called him any to your face, of course, but he refused to call him by his name when it was only the boys.

It was also long enough for Benny to become absolutely certain that Johnny Carter was not and would never be enough, he was unworthy of you in all ways a man could be, and he would sell the devil his soul twice over to keep him away.

He never told you any of this either, he didn’t want you to think he was jealous, he wasn’t.

You had been with Johnny Carter for three strenuous months now, long enough for you to become acutely aware of all that was wrong with him, but to also understand that the sex was good, he was unquestionably handsome, and a sufficient distraction from your cacophony of troubles, hence, for now he was enough.

Perhaps, you were so lenient to all of Johny’s wrongdoings because you were also aware to some subconscious extent that no one would ever be enough, and that forever, all that was wrong with any of your suitors was merely you finding flaws in them to excuse your pinning over Benny Miller, who to you, always did everything absolutely right.

As if on cue, your gaze met the blue ones of your biggest trouble to date, accordingly, your smile turned genuine.

“Hi Bennyboo”

He smiled an equally large smile and rose to his feet to hug you, boys, beer bottle, and Johnny, all long forgotten.

“Hi princess”

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Three more rounds of beers for the boys and two (d/c) for you later, and you were all adequately intoxicated to sing. There was a general ruckus over who would get to go first, and most importantly, who would sing what, and most importantly what you would all do with the 50 dollar gift card the best performer of the night would get.

Amongst the choruses of “I’m getting more beer!” “What about a cab home?” And an assortment of different things, your boyfriend found it most prudent to add “I’m getting (Y/N) a proper skirt!”

Silence.

“What did you just say?” Benny turned to him so quickly you weren’t sure how, one, he was still standing, and two, how he didn’t just vomit all over you.

Your boyfriend looked over your shoulder at Benny and laughed, too drunk to comprehend your best friend wasn’t joking.

“I just mean, put her in something more appropriate you know?”

“No.”

You placed your hand over Benny’s in a silent plea for him to behave, he sighed and turned his hand over squeezing yours, but his shoulder remained tense.

“Oh cmon, you’re acting like you would want your girl to wear something like that? It’s inappropriate!” Your boyfriend slapped a hand over your thigh and squeezed.

Things escalated so quickly then you only came to when Benny was already over Johnny on the ground, both his legs pinning his arms down and his hands (which were each almost the size of Johnny’s head) digging into his shoulders.

“She can wear whatever she wants, I know how to fight.” Benny snarled.

“You talking about your girl? Or you talking about (Y/N)? Cause she isn’t yours.”

Johnny raised his head like he was trying Benny into hitting him, he smiled like he had the upper hand and wasn’t the one pinned to the ground.

“Same - fucking - thing” Benny fisted his shirt knocking Johnny’s head to the ground with a thump, strong enough to hurt but not do any lasting damage, a final warning.

“Always knew you had it in it for her” he tsked and turned to you “what was it honey? His dick was too s—”

Benny punched him straight in the jaw and you were sure at least one of his teeth were broken just by the amount of blood he spit out.

“Benjamin, enough!” You shouted, hurling yourself onto his back.

His chest heaved but his hands came back to Johnny’s (semi conscious) shoulders, and you took it as a sign you were good to deescalate things further, so you tangled one of your hands in Benny’s hair, tangling your fingers in his golden curls.

“Cmon Bennyboo, he’s not worth it, let’s go home.”

“You gonna break up with him?”

“Yeah Benny” You sighed.

He took your now extended hand and with your help propelled himself upwards, placing his arm around your waist he began dragging you away. You let him, but he noticed you bit your lower lip and furrowed your brows, you always did that when you wanted to ask him something major and Benny knew you had questions, of course you did he just practically knocked your (ex) boyfriend out for whining about your skirt, but Benny also knew he wouldn’t be able to lie to you, he knew when you asked he would have to come clean and he would rather his rejection came in private so he shushed you by placing his head over yours and mumbling:

“Good, I’m sorry.”

You seemed to understand his private plea, and whispered back “don’t be, he’s an asshole and his dick wasn’t even big.”

Benny laughed, God you are fucking perfect, absolutely perfect for him and he would raise heaven and hell to prove it to you.

As if you could read him again, you asked, “let’s just go, drive me home?”

You knocked the wind straight out of him more easily than any fight ever could, he could never say no to you, and he knew you knew it too, you just got him like no one else did, not even Will.

He nodded, “yeah princess I’ll drive you home.”

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I think I’ll turn this into a two parter where they confess their feelings but no promises sjsjshsjshsh, I just really wanted to end it with the ‘yeah princess’ because omg can you imagine Benny saying that? I’d die.

Not proofread!!¡¡ In this hill we die like men, if you see any mistakes please let me know.

Like always thank you so much for all the support, I’m so so so so grateful and even though I can’t respond to comments (this is a side blog), I read everything and you guys always make my day.

Thank you! Thank you!

#benny miller x reader #triple frontier #triple frontier x reader #triple frontier imagine #Benjamin Miller x reader #Benny Miller x you #Benny Miller

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coweye · 2 years

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𝐵𝑒𝓃𝓃𝓎 𝑀𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Commitment Issues [16k words] When you try and take your friends with benefits relationship to the next level, Benny’s response isn’t quite what you were expecting.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Four And A Half Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten

#Benny Miller x Reader #garret hedlund #Benjamin Miller x Reader #Triple Frontier

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theewokingdead · 2 years

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Encanto

Pairing: Benny Miller x f!Reader Summary: You encounter Benny while playing a bachelorette party game that involves karaoke. Word Count: 3.4k+ Rating: Teen. Though this fic isn’t explicit, my blog is 18+ only. Warnings: Language. Drinking alcohol. Benny being Benny. Fluff. Puns (it’s Benny; of course, there are puns). Disney. Notes: Totally inspired by the fact I cannot stop singing songs from Encanto. This is pure fan service, and I am the fan. I hope you love this golden retriever of a man as much as I do. Enjoy! If you want to be added to my taglist, join here or just let me know.

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Sing karaoke with a stranger.

As your eyes silently scan the card, you aren’t sure you’re reading it correctly, feeling like your head is spinning and vision blurring from all the drinks you've consumed. You stare at the letters sitting on the obnoxious hot pink card beneath the words "Bachelorette Dare Card,” wondering if this is real or some sort of nightmare. Although you found the game annoying and even embarrassing at times, you still participated, not wanting to ruin a good friend's party by not joining the festivities. You hadn’t yet opted out of a dare by buying the bride a drink, but now you wonder if this is the right time.

“Hey, Mel!” you shout loud enough for your friend to hear over the music. The dark-haired girl wearing a veiled headband with the word “Bride” on top turns to you. “I think the next one’s on me.”

“Yeah?” Melissa questions, the simple word slurred and spoken louder than probably intended.

You look around the crowded bar. There’s no way you’re going to put all these poor souls through the hell of listening to you sing. That should be classified as cruel and unusual punishment for a crime no one committed. Not to mention, you’re not interested in dragging a stranger down to the pit of shame with you.

“Yeah,” you respond, your mind made up. “Next one’s definitely on me.”

“Oh, c’mon. It can’t be that bad!” Leah, who’s wearing a “Maid of Honor” sash, playfully mocks. “Let me see.” She snatches the card out of your hand before you can respond. “‘Sing karaoke with a stranger.’ Psh! That’s an easy one.”

“Says the one who doesn’t have to make a complete ass of themselves in front of the whole bar,” you respond, somewhat playful but mostly serious.

“That’s the fun of karaoke!” Melissa exclaims.

“Yeah. It’s supposed to be embarrassing. You just have to be drunk enough to not care.” Leah hands you a shot that she hadn’t yet taken. “Drink up!”

“I don’t know…” you begin, but you don’t know what to even say.

“I’ll even help you find someone,” Leah adds. “C’mon!” She beckons you to follow her then disappears into the crowd before you can protest

Looking down at the little cup of liquid courage, you sigh before muttering, “Fuck it.”

After swallowing the contents, you put the glass on a nearby table and follow Leah's trail, catching up to her as she walks up to a table filled with four gorgeous men, each more attractive than the other. They’re laughing about who knows what, eyes crinkled and so lost in whatever they’re talking about that they don’t immediately notice your friend’s presence.

“Boys…,” Leah greets as they quiet down, which gathers their attention. Their postures change as they look up at her, obviously interested in why a beautiful girl is standing in front of their table. However, it seems she only has the full attention of three of the four.

A lone pair of piercing blue eyes fall on you, belonging to a man wearing a dirty and faded green hat backwards, locks of blond hair falling from beneath it and curling around his neck. When you first approached the table, he was sitting with his arms raised, fingers locked on the back of his head, a bright, wide grin on his face as he laughed with the others. Now, his arms fall, the sleeves of his shirt tightly clinging to his muscles as he loosely folds them across his chest, veins bulging in his forearms. Though you try not to meet his gaze for long, his eyes appear innocent and kind, filled with anything but lust as he looks up at you, seeming more like a puppy who just wants your love and attention.

Your stomach does a kickflip and your heart speeds up, but you chalk it up to nerves. There’s no way he’s really looking at you…not like that.

Fuck, he’s adorable though.

“You have our attention, cariño,” a man with olive skin and graying dark hair says, desire in his eyes as he looks up at Leah.

“My friend here” -she gestures to you, and you force a friendly smile, maintaining silence in fear of blurting out something stupid, alcohol leaving you mostly unfiltered- “could really use a favor.”

“Define ‘favor,’” another man, one with short blond hair, calmly demands. He is sitting nonchalantly, his arm resting on the table, his forearm tattoo on full display.

“I need someone to sing with me,” you pipe up, pointing to the stage where a duo is currently singing a terrible rendition of Garth Brook’s “Friends in Low Places,” if you can call mostly yelling unintelligible sounds into a microphone “singing.” “Stupid, I know, but it’s for a dare.”

The blond immediately seems disinterested, snickering at the request, and you really can’t blame him.

Leah shoots you a look, as if to suggest that was the worst possible way to go about it. Do you even know how to talk to men?

“Why don’t you sing something with her, Fish?” the olive-skinned man asks. He pokes the ribs of the guy sitting next to him, one wearing a cap with a Standard Oil logo on the front, his arms crossed as he leans back in his chair and looks down at the table. “I’m sure you know something catchy that’ll get it done.”

“Fuck you, pendejo,” he responds, uncrossing his arms long enough to push him away.

Meanwhile, the blond in the green hat dips his head back and lets out a loud laugh, causing the others to look at him confusedly. When he notices, he asks, “What? Tell me you didn’t do that on purpose. Fish? Catchy? It was perfect.”

Though you didn't grasp the unintentional pun when it was said, you can’t help but smile now that it’s been pointed out. Not to mention, the green-capped blond’s smile is contagious.

Seeming to ignore the blond, the man named Fish turns to his friend and suggests, “Why don’t you do it since you’re so keen on volunteering people?”

“Singing isn’t exactly my forte,” the olive-skinned man replies.

The blond man laughs again. “See! You are doing it on purpose.”

“The fuck I am, man.”

The blond rolls his eyes. “Fine, Pope. Whatever you say,” he concedes. “If you were actually trying, they’d just end up falling flat anyway. Like Fish here if he tried to sing. Everyone knows you can’t tune a fish.”

He is struggling to maintain his composure as he speaks, but he manages to say the words before cracking a smile, obviously proud of himself.

You want to laugh loud, but you keep a hand over your mouth, knowing the others aren't as amused as you are.

“Jesus Christ,” the short-haired blond man says, putting a hand on his forehead and trying to hide his face in apparent shame.

“You done?” Pope questions, seeming irritated.

“Yeah, sure,” the man seems to relent, sitting back in his seat, arms crossed. “Sorry, man. Didn’t mean to strike a chord.”

Fish covers his mouth with the palm of his hand, hiding the amusement he seemed to find in Pope’s annoyance.

“Hey,” you chime in, feigning seriousness. “You should probably give it a rest before you get in treble.”

It takes half a second for the blond to comprehend, but his face quickly changes from puzzled to excited.

“Yes!” he exclaims with a laugh, pointing at you, causing an awkward laugh to escape your lips. “See? She gets it.”

“Since you’re so likeminded, why don’t you help her, Ben?” Pope suggests.

Ben? Is that his name? Is it short for something? Benjamin, maybe? Benedict? Ben. Ben. BEN. It’s so easy to- Damn it! Stop. Bad!

“Seeing as none of you assholes are willing to help, I’d be happy to,” Ben says.

You quickly snap out of your daydream. Surprised, and unsure you heard correctly, you question, “Really?”

He rises from his seat and it’s nearly impossible to ignore how tall he is, how built he is, or just how incredible sexy he looks in jeans.

Flashing you a crooked smile, he assures you, “Yeah, sure. Why not?”

“Don’t pick anything stupid,” you overhear Fish say to him.

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll be sure to pick something you’ll like,” Ben replies, and you swear you can see mischief in his eyes.

“Someone better record this shit,” the short-haired blond mutters.

“Fuck off, Will,” Benny grumbles, causing Will to snicker.

After stepping up to you, he looks at you, and you can see him closely for the first time. His eyes glisten like crystals flashing in the rough while his smile shines as bright on the summer sun. There's just the right amount of stubble on his face, and it takes all your willpower not to touch it, to prove to yourself that he’s real. There's something magical about him, and you're captivated by him.

He gestures for you to start walking, insisting, “Lead the way, sweetheart.”

You feel heat rise in your cheeks, but convince yourself he didn’t mean anything by the pet name. He’s just being nice. You hope he’s nice at least. A guy who knows fishy music puns can’t be bad, right?

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” you remind him.

“I know. I want to.” He seems sincere, so you believe him.

“Thanks,” you reply with a smile, then turn and head toward the front of the bar.

“So…Team Bride, huh?” he questions, gesturing to your shirt as the two of you walk, clearly trying to make conversation. “Bold choice. I’m more of a Team Jacob kind of guy.

You can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips, not expecting to hear any sort of Twilight reference from him. “Oh God. You did not just say that.”

He laughs nervously. “My bad. Team Edward?”

Your laughter continues. “Fifteen years ago, maybe. But God, we are not talking about that stage of my life right now.”

Ben chuckles. “Alright. Maybe another time then. Name’s Benny, by the way.”

Benny… That is so fucking cute. It suits him.

You offer your name as you come to a halt near the DJ booth, staring blankly ahead of you, realizing you have no idea what you’re doing.

“Nice to meet you. Do you know what you want to sing?”

“I, uh…I hadn’t put any thought into it, actually. I’ve never done this before.”

“Karaoke or karaoke with a stranger?”

“Yes,” you respond with an awkward giggle. “I’ve, uh… Well, to be honest, I really didn’t want to do this. My friends basically bullied me into it.”

“We don’t have to do this then,” Benny offers, seeming concerned. “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.”

“No, no. It’s fine,” you insist. “I’ve already made it this far. I just…I didn’t think anyone would want to listen to a dying cat. I mean, I make Yoko Ono sound good.”

Benny laughs. “I’m sure you have a beautiful voice.”

Heat rises in your face once more and you momentarily drop your gaze.

“Besides, karaoke isn’t about singing well,” he adds. “It’s about having fun, right?”

You nod. “I’d hope so.”

He grins. “So, why don’t we make this fun?”

“I can’t say no to that. What do you have in mind?”

Bright, colorful lights shine on the two of you as you stand on the small stage at the front of the bar. Grasping the microphone, you look to Benny. Although you're still a bit nervous, his presence seems to soothe you. You got this – he told you as much before helping you up on the stage, his hand hovering near the small of your back as if prepared to hold you steady if need be.

Benny seems to notice you out of the corner of his eye. He looks at you and throws you a wink that causes the whole left side of his face to scrunch, making the corner of his mouth rise in a crooked smile. It’s so strange, but somehow, he makes you feel like you can conquer anything together.

Could he get any cuter?

Returning a smile, you look at the screen and nod, indicating that you’re ready for the song to begin.

It was a song you knew well, one that seemed to live permanently in your brain ever since you saw the movie Encanto. You couldn’t help but immediately agree without question when he suggested it.

The music begins, and immediately you start to sing.

We don’t talk about Bruno, no, no, no We don’t talk about Bruno…

You’re animated as you sing, waving your hand and wagging your finger towards Benny then the audience. If you have to do this, why not have fun doing it?

But it was my wedding day. (It was our wedding day)

Benny chimes in and you shoot him a sideways glance as if he isn’t supposed to be singing with you.

We were getting ready and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. (No clouds allowed in the sky) Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (Thunder!)

It's almost impossible not to laugh, his enthusiasm so fun and adorable, but you somehow manage to place a hand on your hip and give him an annoyed look.

You telling this story, or am I? (I’m sorry, mi vida, go on)

The two of you dance to the music as the words effortlessly leave your lips, until finally, you reach the end of the duet.

We don’t talk about Bruno, no, no, no. We don’t talk about Bruno!

You turn and look at each other as you sing the last two lines, giving you the chance to stare deeply into his bold blue eyes. You focus on him, only him, your surroundings fading away, leaving only the two of you together. Music continues to play as you no longer sing along, so lost in him that you don't even notice.

A moment later, you snap back to reality and realize the duet has ended, so you awkwardly place the microphone back in its stand. Shooting him one last glance, you walk off the stage, and before you realize it, you’re at the bar waiting for a drink you don’t even remember ordering, your head reeling from the alcohol and adrenaline pumping through your veins.

Leah joins you at the bar, seemingly in awe. “Am I crazy or did you two have, like, an insane amount of chemistry?”

“I…I don’t know,” you say breathlessly, looking down as the bartender places a drink in front of you. You heart is pounding rapidly, beating furiously against your chest. Did you seriously just do that?

You lose the thread of the conversation, your friend’s praise over your performance falling on deaf ears. All you can hear in your head is Benny’s voice, that deep, resonating voice. All you can see is his smile, bright and infectious, and those beautiful eyes staring back at you in adoration.

“Ooh, I think he’s coming over,” you hear her say as you gulp down your drink, and you have to stop yourself from turning around to look.

You begin to say something to her, wanting to know what to do, but she disappears before you have a chance to say anything. Though you sense a new body beside you at the bar, you don’t immediately turn, waiting for him to acknowledge you first. After he orders a drink, there are several moments of silence, to the point that you wonder if he’ll even say anything. Is he so embarrassed by your performance that he never wants to speak to you again?

“I think you’ll be happy to know that you didn’t sound like a dying cat,” Benny finally says. “At least not to me.”

You chuckle under your breath. When you turn to look at him, he is standing with a hand resting on the bar, his body turned toward you, but not uncomfortably in your space.

“You didn’t sound half-bad either,” you reply, not daring to admit that his voice is as gorgeous as he is.

“I’ve had some practice,” he says casually. “Mostly in the shower.”

You chuckle, but your mind tries to wander to imagining him in the shower. No! Quit it! “I, uh… I love singing in the shower,” you admit, trying to keep the conversation flowing. “I put on a pretty decent soap opera.”

Benny responds with a hearty laugh. “That’s so stupid. I love it!”

“Thanks,” you say with a soft, shy smile, then take another sip of your drink.

After a moment of silence, he questions, “Do you come to this bar often?”

Pursing your lips to hide yet another smile, you look at him judgingly. “Smooth. Subtle. You totally win,” you respond before allowing your lips to curl into a grin.

“It’s not a competition. But if it was, seeing you smile is the only reward I need.”

It’s so cheesy, but you eat it up. Your stomach seems to do a kick flip, and you’re not quite sure what to think.

“You know, there aren’t many guys who know Disney music, let alone volunteer to sing it,” you state matter-of-factly.

Benny chuckles, then looks down at the bar, trying to formulate his response. “Yeah. I, uh…” He rubs the back of his neck. “My niece… Well, she’s not really my niece. My friend Catfish – Frankie. He has a little girl. Lucía. I help him out with her from time to time, try to give him a break whenever I can. It’s one of the ways I repay him for helping me train.”

“Train?”

“Yeah. I, uh… Well, I’m a cage fighter. I fight, and I teach people how to fight.”

“Oh!” you say in surprise. “Wow… That’s, um…” You’re flustered. A mix martial artist that’s very likely wrapped around a little girl’s finger? He really can’t get any hotter. “That’s impressive. I take it you train to a lot of princess music then.”

“Would you be surprised if I said ‘I’ll Make a Man Out of You’ from Mulan is my top track on Spotify?”

“You’re kidding!”

He laughs. “Yeah, I am. But if it was up to Lucía, it probably would be. She eats, sleeps, and breathes princesses. Don’t know how or why considering she’s been raised around a ring with four guys, but yeah… Encanto is her current obsession, and it annoys the hell out of Fish. He can’t escape it.”

“Not even at a bar, where he likely expected it least,” you speculate aloud. “That’s so fantastically evil.”

Benny grins proudly. “I think we have a lot in common,” he notes. “You think I can buy you a drink sometime?”

“You can buy me one now,” you offer, gesturing to your nearly empty drink. “But honestly? If you’re asking me on a date, I’m kind of over the whole ‘Let’s get drinks’ thing.”

“Alright,” he acknowledges. “Instead of ‘Let’s get drinks’ how about we skip to the real test?”

“The real test?” you question, obviously intrigued by what he has in mind.

“Yeah. Let’s see if we can last a day at Disney World together.”

Now that is one hell of a test.

“Depends,” you reply, trying to hide your excitement. “Which park are we talking?”

Benny raises an eyebrow. “Is this a test before the test?”

You shrug. “Let’s call it a pop quiz. See if you’re ready or have some work to do.”

“No pressure then, huh?” Bowing his head, he seems to think about it. When he looks back at you, he proposes, “I’m thinking we start the day at Magic Kingdom because, you know, it’s a given. You can’t go to Disney World and not experience Magic Kingdom. We’ll scream our heads off as we ride Thunder Mountain, eat churros every hour, and ride the teacups until we can’t see straight. Then maybe we hop on over to Epcot for dinner, drink around the world a little, and end the night with fireworks.”

Despite knowing there was no double meaning behind the suggestion, you tease him anyway, with a sly smile on your face “Fireworks, huh? We’ll see about that.”

Benny blushes. “No, I uh-”

You giggle at how flustered he seems to be, then interrupt, “I’m in.”

He lights up the room with his smile. “Yeah? When are you free?”

“What are you doing next Saturday?”

He shrugs, acting casual. “Going to Disney with you.”

A big, stupid grin slides onto your face. You bite your lip and give him a single nod. “It’s a date.”

#benny miller x reader #benny miller x you #benny miller x f!reader #triple frontier #garrett hedlund #benjamin miller #garrett hedlund x you #garrett hedlund x reader #garrett hedlund characters #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier fic #garrett hedlund fanfiction #benjamin benny miller #benjamin miller x reader #my fic

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pettyprocrastination · 2 years

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of all the boys to notice when something is wrong with you, its Benny.

They're all smart. Intuitive and in touch with subtle shifts of behavior and emotion, but they are also men. Men with their own lives and hang ups that it may take a big to click in their brain that the little joke you made about yourself at lunch was more than you let on. But Benny is the first one, turning his head to you and frowning the moment the soft self-jab leaves your lips.

It’s because he’s the youngest, you think to yourself. Even after years of bonding and being through blood and tears and trauma with one another, there’s still a bit of that fear of being left out. Of just being Will Miller’s Baby brother that he feels the need to overcompensate by being there, by taking note of what upsets who and who likes what.

Which is why he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t ask whats wrong because he’s noticed you’re getting quiet again and slowly slipping from outings and not texting at much, he simply grabs the house key you gave him and invited himself in with a box of pizza and cheesy garlic bread.

He ignores your complaints that “i had a long day at work” and “I still need to do the dishes” because he’s already setting the box on the kitchen island and putting away plate by your side. “if you wanna get rid of me, it’ll take more than some housework.”

soon after you're both sat on the couch, watching some movie he insists you’ll love because its stupid, but a funny kind of stupid. The movie drags on and you curl into his side. Neither of you say anything of it.

“You know I love you, right?” He asks softly. You look up and see that look of care and concern that makes you heavy with guilt. “we all do. But, you’re amazing. You need to realize that.”

You don’t trust your voice to not crack. Because everything has just been so much. Work and life and having to look at yourself in the mirror compared to other beautiful women and you just aren’t happy so you just wrap your arms around him tight and he pulls you onto his lap where you stay for the rest of the movie. Eventually you fall asleep, but he gently jostles you awake enough to lead you to your bedroom where you unceremoniously flop onto the mattress, making him laugh. He’s ready to leave until you stretch out a hand and make a grabbing motion toward him. He slips into bed with you, face curling into the crook of you neck and cold hands slipping above the back of your shirt which makes you grouch and grumble, but you keep him close to you nonetheless.

Frankie is next.

You come home to see him in your home. The second overly polite home break-in you’ve had in two weeks.

“You know, I didn’t give you guys keys for this, right?”

He’s in the kitchen, standing over a bubbling pot with a sweet faced little girl straped to his chest, who shrieks with joy and wiggles the moment she sees you.

“Yeah well, somebody wanted to say hello.” His daughter kicks her feet and does her best to escape the contraption keeping her stuck to Francisco’s chest, it isn't until you unclip it and pull her into your arms that she finally settles. “She wouldn’t even let me drive home, little tyrant.”

You press several loud kisses to her cheek that mage her squeal. “sounds about right.” He lifts a spoonful from the pot and holds it over to you, where you tentatively sip before humming. “That’s what I thought. Mama Morales’ recipes never fail.” He nods to his daughter, now making herself content with chewing on the collar of your shirt. “Why don’t you go entertain the little trouble maker while I finish up dinner for you? I made enough that you’ll have leftovers for some time.”

You see it again, that look of care and thinly hidden worry in those big brown eyes that make your own begin to tear up. “Frankie, I-”

He shakes his head. “It’s okay, bug.” He tells you softly. “I know.”

You bring his daughter into the living room, where you tickle her tummy and groan dramatically as she slaps you with her little hands until her father calls you in for food.

The warm food makes you comfortable. Sleepy and fuzzy in a way that a soft blanket does, it also makes you honest. As you sit next to Francisco and look at the sleeping little girl in his arms.

“It’s just. Hard lately.” You confess. “And it shouldn’t be. I don’t know why it is and I can’t-”

“It’s alright.” He tells you slowly. “You don’t need a reason for this, bug. God knows I understand. Just...” He looks off for a moment and you wonder if he’s remembering his own. The falls and rises, the dark nights alone where he felt like he would never begin to pull it together because of how fast everything was unraveling.

Maria shifts in his arms, smacking her lips in her sleep before settle again against his chest.

“Don’t try to do this alone, alright?”

You promise him as such.

Will takes you for a drive.

Driving with Will, you gather, is lot like driving with your father. He’s silent. IN the way that even with music playing, you feel like there’s something unspoken that hangs in the air and he’s hoping you head.

When his hand comes out against you as he stops suddenly, you hear it loud enough.

He doesn’t park until the sun is beginning to set and you see no buildings, only wide green fields and the occasional group of cows chewing at the grass without a care in the world.

You slip from the car and walk behind him as he opens the bed of his truck.

“Is this where you finally kill me?” He scoffs. “God no, if I was gonna kill you it wouldn’t be out in the open, bug. I’m not a fucking amueter.”

You laugh, he laughs as well.

“You wanna talk about it?”

You fall silent for a moment. “no, not yet.”

He nods. The pair of you sit in the bed of his truck, watching the sky bleed orange in a blissful quiet. Will wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close, your head falls onto his shoulder.

“your brother broke into my house last week.” You tell him. Will chuckles in reply.

“I told you giving him a key was a bad idea.”

“I’m starting to think giving all of you a key was a bad idea. I mean honestly, you fuckers stay over at my house more than I do at this point!”

The pair of you melt away into a conversation about just how comfortable your couch is on his back and the prospect of him maybe-maybe getting a dog. On the drive back you ask him if he has any names picked out.

He tells you that he has five.

Santi is the last to say something of it, which isn’t unusual of him. The man is a flurry of pain and ideas that sometimes he can forget the people around him until he realizes that the only person he’s been talking to is himself.

You can sympathize.

He invites you over for dinner. Invites all the boys too. He opens the door to you standing there, holding a case of beer and whistles.

“You look like shit.”

“yeah well you aren’t exactly princess Diana either.” You smile as he pulls you into his arms. You feel comfortable, safe and wear in your chest when he holds you tight against him. Pope always gave the best hugs. When he pulls away he touches your arm and tilts his head.

“You doin’ alright?” “No.” You tell him honestly. “But I will be, eventually I think. I’ve got a uh-” You pull at a scab on your hand as you begin to sweat. “Therapy appointment next week. I think...it’ll be good for me.” Pope nods. Not necessarily happy with your answer but content. He motions behind him. “The guys are out back. Benny is talking about how we should start having movie night at your place now.”

“Oh for fucks sake.”

The night is spent in his backyard, listening as Benny very passionately makes his case that yes. Your house may be smaller than Pope’s but your couch is more comfortable and you aren’t fucking stingy when it comes to ordering food for the group. Will asks if this is why Benny welcomes himself into your home without warning every goddamn week. The younger millers confesses, adding “that and she’s prettier than the rest of you assholes.”

Will is bouncing Maria on his knee, blowing raspberries into her tummy that make her shriek with laughter and her father smile from across the lawn.

The entire night they all subtly check on you. Each bringing you a plate of food after the other, a small hand squeezing yours or a soft “you okay?” asked so softly you could cry.

A group of soldiers, all tittering around you like a bunch of mother hens without any chicks of their own to look after.

But you can’t complain. Of their little pricks and prods because its all done out of good intentions. Of care and concern and love for you.

Love.

You smile into your beer as you lift it up to your lips. An argument between Benny and Pope rings in the background, something about who Mari’s favorite uncle truly is, as you sit back and feel at peace, if only for a moment.

It was easy to forget, you probably would again. But your boys would always be there to remind you of just how much love they had for you.

#anyways #in a bit of a sadtime funk and im trying not to get stuck in it #wrote this as a lil sum sum #benny milller x reader #ben miller x reader #benjamin miller x reader #will miller x reader #william miller x reader #frankie morales x reader #catfish morales x reader #francisco morales x reader #santiago pope x reader #pope santiago x reader #whats popes full name btw i have no idea lmao #triple frontier fanfiction #not even going to indent or try to proof read cause im in a tizzy its been a weird mental day but have this #anyways i think benny is actually very clingly in a non visible way that comes from spending his childhood as hte tag a long friend because #he likes to hang out with will and his friends a lot #so hes like..hyper aware when something is wrong sort of #but also can be an oblivious fool #layers #frankie shows love via food and fixing things/getting groceries cause he's a very practical man

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theanothersherlockian · 9 months

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ok maybe i’m seeing too much into the picture and maybe someone has already pointed it out BUT

i can’t help but notice that everyone has a drink in front of them except Frankie.

Will has the blue beers (2) , Benny the red one in front of him and the other red one (2), Santi has the blue one (3) and Tom drinks the red beers in front of him.

What about Frankie you might ask, well on the scene where they all leave Frankie is driving. Frankie was the designated driver of the night, he couldn’t have a drink. His space on the table is empty because he’s responsible to get them safe.

idk love the detail jeje.

#frankie my beloved #my triple frontier boys #frankie morales #pedro pascal #francisco morales #triple frontier #santiago garcia #will miller #benny miller #benjamin miller #oscar isaac #pedro pascal character fanfiction #frankie morales x reader #frankie catfish morales #triple frontier fanfic

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floralpascal · 2 years

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Heartbeat - Part 1

Summary: When you cuddle up on Frankie to watch a movie, his rapid heartbeat makes you question if he has feelings for you, too.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Word Count: 7k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: kissing, (semi-public) dry humping, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, protected p-in-v sex (let me know if I missed anything)

A/N: This started out as a short fluffy fic and it turned into this. My mind goes straight into the gutter for this man. It’s my first time ever writing smut, so I’m a little nervous, but I hope you all enjoy!

Part 2

Friday night movie night at Benny’s with the guys was a rare treat that you thoroughly enjoyed, even if watching a movie with all four of them at the same time was a pain in the ass. Benny and Santi were always talking over the movie and if the movie had any sort of action, they would all start commenting on how unrealistic it was. If the movie had anything to do with the military, all you heard for the entire two hours was how every small thing was actually incredibly inaccurate.

Though you would feign annoyance every time, you secretly loved it. Even if you never actually got to watch the movie, you got enough entertainment from the guys.

Not to mention that you somehow always ended up sitting next to Frankie, the man you had a hopeless crush on for years. Even if you sat in a different spot for movie night, Frankie was there next to you. He would often lean over to you to whisper jokes about whatever movie you were watching, completely oblivious to the way it gave you goosebumps every time.

Tonight was no different. You sat down on the couch with the popcorn bowl, Frankie coming to join you not long after. He plopped down to your right, stealing a handful of popcorn as he did. The popcorn bowl gave you a reason to lean in close to him as Benny started the movie and Will turned off the lights. Santi took the seat on the other side of the couch from you and Frankie. Benny laid sprawled out on the loveseat like always and Will took his usual spot in Benny’s huge recliner.

Nearly an hour into the movie - and about fifteen different interruptions from Santi and Benny later - you had begun to shiver, curling in on yourself in an attempt to warm yourself up. Frankie noticed immediately.

“You need a blanket?” He whispered to you, only loud enough for you to hear over the blaring movie, leaning in close enough to send a shiver down your spine for a different reason. You nodded, setting the now-empty popcorn bowl on the table beside the couch.

He twisted to his right to grab the blanket behind Santi’s head on the back of the couch. When he brought the blanket closer, you thought he would simply hand it to you. Instead, he flicked the blanket out and draped it across the both of you. You smiled as he turned to you then, moving to lay his arm on the back of the couch behind you, arm open in a silent invitation for you to get closer. He met your smile with a polite, slightly bashful one of his own.

You readily accepted, curling into his side and laying your head on his chest as his arm wrapped around your shoulders to tuck you into his side. You had completely forgotten about the movie now, opting instead to focus on how the heat from his body soaked through the fabric of his clothes to warm your skin. After a moment though, you noticed that you could hear his heartbeat with where your head was placed on his chest, just above his heart. You wouldn’t have noticed if not for how fast it beat, going at nearly the same rapid pace as your own.

After a few minutes, you shifted to look at his face, a movement that drew his attention from the screen to you. He looked calm, his demeanor not matching the way his heart raced. The only thing that seemed off was how intense his brown eyes had suddenly become as he gazed down at you.

“Everything okay?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper. You couldn’t help but dip your gaze down to his lips as he spoke, a movement that did not seem to go unnoticed by Frankie.

You had wanted to ask him the same question. You didn’t want to broach the subject now, not with the soft way he was looking at you.

“Yeah,” you affirmed. You noticed his eyes flick down to your lips this time before meeting your gaze again. “Thank you, Frankie.”

“Anything for you.”

You both stayed like that, faces inches apart, staring into each other’s eyes. You couldn’t help but drop your gaze down to his lips again for a fraction of a second, his own following suit once again. His warm hand came to lightly press against your back. Frankie began to lean in-

BOOM!

You and Frankie jumped, turning to see the aftermath of the explosion on the TV screen.

“That would not blow up like that in real life!” Santi grumbled on the other side of the couch. Murmurs of agreement came from Benny and Will. They all seemed to be engrossed in the movie, not noticing the moment that had passed between you and Frankie in the dark.

You gave an awkward chuckle, shaking your head. When you turned back to Frankie, his eyes were already on you, a small smile on his lips. Maybe it was just the dark, but you thought he looked anxious now, a slight crinkle appearing in his brow.

You shuffled back into his side, once again laying your head on his chest. His heart was beating even faster than before.

Was it…you? Was his heart beating this fast because of you? Your mind wheeled from the moment you had shared with him. Had he been about to kiss you?

You spent the rest of the movie curled up against Frankie. You were no longer cold. In fact, you felt like you were burning up now with the way your body was pressed against his. Frankie’s heart rate barely slowed. You looked at the screen, but you weren’t really watching, your focus staying with the melodic beat under you, with the way that his fingers lightly fidgeted with the edge of the blanket that laid on your thighs, the way you could feel his breath rise and fall.

When the movie was over, you reluctantly sat up off of Frankie. Santi wandered off to the bathroom while Benny beelined it to the kitchen. When Will flipped the light back on, you could finally see Frankie completely again. He looked at you as if he wanted to say something, his eyebrows drawn and mouth open.

“Fish!” Benny called from the kitchen. “Do you want to take the leftover pizza home?”

Frankie rolled his eyes, deflating a little. “No,” he called back, “it’s all yours, man.”

Benny then called your name. “You want it?”

“No. Just take it if you want it, Ben.”

“Thanks, guys!”

You laughed, standing up from the couch. You stretched for a moment, feeling stiff from sitting for so long. Your shirt rose up as you stretched, a sliver of skin above your waistline exposed to the cold air. When you looked back at Frankie, he quickly averted his gaze from where he had been watching you, suddenly very interested in his phone.

Was he… checking you out now? You wondered if you were imagining everything that was happening between you or if you were just interpreting it all wrong.

Twenty minutes later, everyone was wrapping up for the night. Santi and Will left together, Will going to drop Santi off at his house on his way home. You and Frankie, inevitably, we’re the last ones to leave. He walked you out to your car in Benny’s driveway, making small talk with you about your week. He still looked so calm, no hints evident on his face that his heart had been racing for the past hour like he had been running a marathon.

When you arrived at your car, Frankie stopped, suddenly seeming nervous. Once again, he started to say something before deciding otherwise, his gaze dropping to the ground for a moment. Instead of whatever he had wanted to say, he simply said, “Goodnight, hermosa.”

Hermosa. He had never called you that before.

You mumbled out a goodnight in response, your mind whirring. Frankie gave you a tight smile before turning to head towards his truck.

Your hand reached for your car door handle before freezing. Something was there between you two. It was right there, just out of reach. But if you let him go, you knew that the next time you saw each other you would be back at square one, as friends and nothing more. Neither of you would broach the subject again. You thought for a moment before whipping around to look for him again.

“Frankie?” You called, catching him as he was rounding his truck bed. His head snapped up from where he was looking at the ground.

“Yeah?” His wide eyes stared at you from the other side of his truck. You thought you saw a flash of hope cross his face.

You made the decision then. You ran around his truck, praying that your suspensions were correct and trying not to lose your nerve. As you approached him, he gave you a quizzical look. Before he could say anything, you were up against him, hands lightly cupping his cheeks as you pressed your lips to his.

It was a short kiss. You pulled away a few seconds later, Frankie chasing your lips slightly before his eyes snapped open again. You dropped your hands, too afraid that you had misjudged his feelings for you to stay close.

He looked utterly stunned. You could see as his mind worked to try to catch up to what you had just done. He blinked once, twice, before he closed the distance between you again, his soft, warm lips colliding with yours as he buried a hand in your hair and his other snaked around your waist to pull you closer.

Your own hands scrambled for purchase on his shoulders, grabbing onto his shirt in an attempt to pull him even closer.

It was a desperate, hungry, all-consuming kiss. Frankie kissed like it was the last thing he would ever do. He kissed like it was the only thing he ever wanted to do.

You broke the kiss, trying to catch your breath. “Frankie,” you whispered.

Frankie pulled back, both of his hands moving to cup your chin. His eyes were hooded now, the way he was looking at you sending a shiver of excitement down your spine. “I wanted to kiss you so bad. In there. I didn’t know if you… if you…”

You nodded, bringing your hands to grasp at his wrists. “I do. I have for a long time.”

“Me too, cariño,” he sighed. His thumb rubbed over your cheek and you leaned into his hand. “You were all I could think about tonight. Hell, you’re all I can ever think about.”

“I didn’t pay attention to the movie at all,” you admitted. “Just you.”

“I don’t even know what that damn movie was even about.”

“Whatever it was, it was loud.”

Frankie chuckled before becoming more serious again. “So where do we go from here?”

You shook your head slightly. “I have no idea. Just kiss me again, Frankie.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

It didn’t seem that Frankie needed to be told twice. In one swift motion, he grabbed the hat from his head, tossed it on the top of the truck, and leaned down to kiss you again, now without the hindrance of his hat in the way. He kissed you so hard you felt dizzy within mere seconds. All that mattered was him, that he felt the same, that he wanted you.

You swore you hadn’t meant for the next kiss to turn heated. You couldn’t even remember how the kiss that followed had taken a turn from sweet to something more. But now you were pressed between Frankie’s chest and the cold metal of his truck as his lips moved against yours and his hands explored unknown territory.

Neither of you could get enough of each other. Every one of your senses were fully focused on one thing: Frankie. Kissing him, you were quickly finding, was an activity that demanded all of your attention. Everything else seemed to fade away, replaced only with the press of him against you, the way he moved, the way he pulled you against him. The insistence he kissed you with sent you soaring.

After a while, his lips strayed away from yours, teeth lightly nipping as he made his way maddeningly down your neck. One of your hands grasped at his shoulder, the other lightly tugging his soft curls as his lips found the tender space between your neck and shoulder. You gasped a soft Frankie when you felt his teeth graze against your skin there, your body slightly arching against his. You could feel him smile against your shoulder in response before he continued to kiss any bit of skin he could find.

As he pressed against you, you could feel the bulge in his jeans pressing against your hip. He was getting hard from this. It gave you the confidence you needed to roll your hips slightly against his, causing a small groan to fall from Frankie’s lips on your shoulder. He rasped your name as he gave a testing roll of his own, sending a spark of pleasure through you.

He moved back up to kiss you properly, a new fire behind his kiss now, and you pushed against him again. Another spark of pleasure spread through you, but it wasn’t enough. There were too many layers between you two, you so desperately needed-

“Hey!”

For the second time that night, you both jumped. Frankie’s hands locked around your waist as you both looked to see Benny standing on his porch, his front door wide open. From the light spilling out of the open door, you could see that he wasn’t even trying to hide the shit-eating grin he had on his face.

“I’m happy for you guys, kiss all you want, it’s about damn time,” Benny yelled over to you both. “But you two are not gonna fuck in my driveway, okay? Take that shit home. Get a room. Something.”

You laughed, slightly embarrassed that you had been caught so close to doing something with Frankie in your friend’s driveway, and buried your face in Frankie’s chest. You had completely forgotten where you were, too caught up in Frankie to care.

“Fuck off, Benny,” Frankie called half-heartedly, chuckling a little as he pulled you closer. He turned his back to Benny and hugged you to him, as if hiding you from Benny’s view would save you from some of the embarrassment. It also helped to hide his surely-noticeable erection from his friend. His hands moved to your back, rubbing circles as you giggled into his chest even more.

“I’ve gotta draw the line somewhere, Fish, and this is it. It didn’t look like you two were slowing down anytime soon. You guys have a good night, just have it somewhere else.” Benny grabbed his door handle and started to go back inside. He yelled over his shoulder, “Also, Santi owes me $50 now, so thanks guys!”

The door clicked shut, leaving you alone with Frankie once again. You pulled away enough to see him. The smile that was still plastered on his face sent your heart soaring.

“They had a bet going on us?” You asked.

Frankie shrugged. “It’s news to me.”

You shook your head.

“Do you - Um…” Frankie started self-consciously, one of his hands leaving your side to scratch at the back of his neck. “Do you…want to come home with me?”

You almost couldn’t believe that the man you had been practically dry humping out in the open was asking you that like he thought you wouldn’t want to.

“I do, Frankie.”

“You don’t think it’s too fast? I don’t want you to think that I just want a quick fuck or just a one-time thing or-”

“Frankie,” you interrupted. You moved to whisper into his ear, “I don’t want just some quick fuck either. I don’t want a one-time thing. I want you. If you want me, take me home.”

The groan that came from the back of his throat filled you with excitement. He pulled back, his hand coming to your cheek, and kissed you hard.

“I want you. Fuck, I want you.” He kissed you again before telling you, his self-consciousness gone, “Hop in the truck, cariño. I’ll bring you back to get your car tomorrow.”

Benny would just have to deal with your car in his driveway for the night. You couldn’t bring yourself to care about it at the moment.

Frankie opened the driver‘s door for you, allowing you to step up into the truck and slide down the bench seat enough to let him into the driver's seat. On his way in, he retrieved his hat from the roof and tossed it in the back of the cab as he sat down. You had never seen him toss his favorite hat so carelessly before, like it was something that was only getting in his way at the moment.

You had been to Frankie’s house countless times before. You had even ridden with him in his truck on his way to his house. But you had never gone like this. You had never been able to sit right up against him. You had never had his hand on your thigh, his thumb rubbing light circles. You had never had this much anticipation between the two of you.

Frankie was the most focused you had ever seen him as he drove. You wondered if this is how he looked when he would fly: concentrated on his destination, his movements deft and calculated. The hand he had on the steering wheel was gripped tight, his fingers lifting periodically before curling tight around the wheel again.

You raked your eyes over him, bathed in the light of the passing streetlights. On a normal day, Frankie’s pants didn’t leave much to the imagination. They fit a little too well, which was something that had haunted you for years. But now you could see so much more as he strained against the confines of his jeans. He was big, that you already knew, but now you were starting to get an idea of just how big.

You began to play with his hair, carding your fingers through the brown waves of unruly curls while Frankie raced home.

“Cariño,” he rasped out, his voice strained, “if you keep doing that, I’m gonna have to pull over and take you on the side of the road. I’m barely hanging on here, baby.”

You gave him a mischievous grin, continuing to run your hand through his hair. “Why don’t you then?”

He turned his attention from the road to you for a moment, letting his eyes sweep you up and down. He looked hungry and disheveled, a combination that you had never seen from him before but already couldn’t wait to see again. It made your heart race. You could see him consider it, pulling over somewhere secluded and finally fucking you. For a second, you thought he might actually do it. But then he shook his head resolutely and answered, “Because you deserve better… and I’m gonna need a lot more space to work.”

The promise in his words filled you with anticipation.

After what felt like an eternity, you arrived in Frankie’s driveway. He ripped the keys from the ignition before he opened the door and scrambled to get out. He immediately turned to offer you his hand to help you out of the truck. You took it and hopped out, Frankie closing the door behind you.

Then, Frankie was on you, his hand cupping your jaw and his lips finding yours once again. He broke away, leaning back to see you, his rich brown eyes drinking you in.

“Come on, bonita,” he said, taking your hand in his. He led you up the old wooden steps to his front door. Of all the times you had followed him up those same steps, you never thought it would be for this reason. That your hand would be in his, the taste of his lips still on yours, with more to come. You took a breath to steady your own racing pulse.

He hastily fiddled with his keys before fitting one into the lock and turning. He shoved the door open, turning to walk backwards through the entryway as he pulled you closer to kiss you again. Once you had cleared the door, Frankie reached out blindly to grab the door and push it closed behind you.

You quickly realized that Frankie had been quite well-behaved in Benny’s driveway, all things considered.

You felt his tongue ask for entrance, which you immediately granted. He kissed you with a fervor that made you dizzy as his tongue met yours. His hands were on you once again, exploring and grasping at whatever they could find. One hand pulled your hips flush with his again and the other found the skin of your back under your shirt.

Your arms were thrown over Frankie’s shoulders, grasping at the back of his shirt and neck. You felt just as desperate as him, years of pining for him finally pouring out.

After a while, your fingers found their way to the buttons of his shirt, hastily undoing them one-by-one. Once you had undone the last one, he helped you shrug the cloth from his shoulders. Your hands came to rest on his bare chest, your right hand just above where your head had been laying just less than an hour ago. Under your touch, you could feel his heart race just as it had earlier.

Then, Frankie found the edge of your shirt and lifted it over your head. Though he had seen you in a bathing suit before, he took you in like he was seeing you for the first time. Then he looked you in the eyes, his arms wrapping around your middle. You felt his fingers hook onto the clasp of your bra and then freeze.

“Can I?” he asked, almost at a whisper. You realized it was a bigger question than just that. He was checking to make sure you still wanted this. That you still wanted your relationship to move past being just friends. He was giving you a chance to stop, to go back before you both strayed too far away from the friendship you had known for years.

Like you could ever go back after even simply kissing Frankie. You nodded, pressing a quick, reassuring kiss to his jaw.

Frankie worked the clasp undone and drew the straps down your arms. Once you were free of it, you saw the way his breath picked up as he took you in. He kissed you again, bringing your chest flush to his. Hands roamed your bare back as he walked you both backwards, his lips finding yours once again.

You hadn’t realized where Frankie had guided you until the back of your thighs met a hard object. Frankie broke only enough to speak, his lips still brushing yours, “Hop up here, baby.”

You turned to see that he had backed you up against his kitchen table. You did as he said, coming to sit at the edge and immediately making space for him between your legs. He connected your lips once again, one hand on your hip and the other coming to palm your breast.

“Can I taste you, cariño?” He asked breathlessly, his voice low.

You nodded, giving him an adamant and breathless yes automatically.

Frankie grabbed your hips and gently pulled you closer to the edge. You watched as he pulled back and dropped to his knees, his broad shoulders coming to rest between your thighs. He guided your underwear down your legs, throwing them to the ground once he had freed you from them. His brown eyes were blown black with lust as he took in the sight of your dripping core.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he admired. “I can’t tell you how much I’ve thought about this. How you would taste. How you would sound…”

“You thought about it?”

Frankie smiled, leaning closer to you. “More than you know.”

“I have, too.” You returned his smile. However, it lasted only a moment before your eyes snapped shut and your mouth dropped open as Frankie’s tongue met your folds for the first time, licking a stripe from your dripping hole to your clit. He then moved to focus on your clit with a proficiency that already had your breath hitching, devouring you like a man starved.

You couldn’t have stopped the moan that fell from your lips if you tried. One hand came to grasp at his curls, the other moving behind you to prop yourself up on the table. He grabbed your shins and tossed them over his shoulders for leverage.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me, baby,” he cooed, his hot breath hitting your core. You opened your eyes to meet his gaze. “Let me hear you, don’t hold back.”

He kept his eyes locked on you as he brought his tongue to your clit once again. His brown eyes looked so sweet compared to the absolutely sinful way his mouth was working at you.

You let your moans run free. After he changed speeds, a high-pitched Frankie fell from your lips, eliciting a moan from him. The vibrations from it rocked through you. When you breathed out his name again, you got the same maddening response from him. You realized that he liked it when you said his name like this. No problem. You could already tell that you would be saying it a lot tonight.

Your cries of his name only seemed to spur him on, his pace increasing as his hands wrapped around your thighs to keep you in place. He seemed to learn from every moan and every movement of your body what sent you higher.

Soon enough, you could feel the red hot coil in your stomach building, pulling taut.

“F-Frankie, I’m close,” you gasped out. “Don’t stop.”

With a few more calculated swipes of his tongue over your clit, the tension finally snapped. You closed your eyes again as your head dropped back and you cried out. Waves of ecstasy washed over you as Frankie drew out your release, his head trapped between your thighs. As you came down, he moved lower to gather your slick on his tongue.

He passed his tongue over your sensitive clit a few more times, eying the way your muscles jumped from the attention. The lust and adoration evident on his face nearly leveled you as he stared up at you.

“Can you give me another like this?” he asked, his voice gravelly, mustache and beard glistening with your slick, before giving another testing swipe at your folds.

Oh, fuck. You hadn’t ever been with someone who enjoyed eating you out like Frankie seemed to. You were starting to see that Frankie had been telling the truth: he didn’t intend on a quick fuck. He was a patient and attentive man - you were beginning to see just how much.

In your haze, you mumbled out a yes. Frankie smiled.

“Lay back, cariño. Let me take care of you.” His hand came to your chest to guide you to lay back onto the table. The cold of the wood was in stark contrast to the heat of your skin and the heat of Frankie’s mouth as it met your folds again.

You were lost in the feeling of him, one hand gripping the edge of the table and the other finding its way back to Frankie’s hair. Just as you began to adjust to his speed and pattern, he would change it again, quickly sending you higher than you thought possible. Moans of oh fuck, Frankie and just like that poured from your mouth.

The tension began to build again, quicker this time. You lifted your head off the hard wood to watch as he closed his eyes and savored the taste of you. That was all it took to send you toppling over the edge once again.

He kept working at you until you had come down from your high and lightly pushed him away from your overstimulated clit. Frankie gave one last, savoring lick to your hole, savoring every last drop of your slick. He pulled away, licking his lips as he groaned, “Fuck, you’re so sweet.”

Breathing hard, you sat up and gently guided him up from between your legs, bringing his face to yours. You tasted yourself on his tongue, his lips still wet as they met yours. Frankie’s tongue moved against yours with the same skill as when he was eating you out.

“Frankie, that was-”

“Just the warm-up,” he finished for you, leaning his forehead on yours. He hadn’t even fucked you yet and you were already wrecked just from his mouth alone. You couldn’t imagine what you would be like later if that was just the beginning.

“Well, that was a hell of a warmup.”

You kissed him again, wrapping your legs around his hips, your arms once again over his shoulders. Frankie took full advantage of the position, pulling your lower half to his and snaking an arm under you to pick you up from the table. He carried you to his bedroom - a place that you had only seen glimpses of a few times before - without even having to break your kiss. He flopped you down onto his bed, causing you to giggle as he climbed to hover over you and kiss you again.

You reached up to pull at his belt, trying to undo the leather. Once you had gotten it undone, you switched your focus to his jeans.

“Need these off,” you panted against his lips. You weren’t unaware of the slight air of desperation that had slipped into your voice.

Frankie shed his pants and boxers and discarded them to the floor. And, shit, he was big. You had guessed from what you had seen and felt earlier that he would be, but it was another thing to see it confirmed.

You brought your hand to his weeping cock, giving him a few testing strokes. Frankie let out a small groan, his hips rocking forward in your grip a bit. You continued to pump him in your hand for a while, trailing kisses along his jaw before he stopped you, his hand coming to your wrist and his lips capturing yours.

“Querida, I’m not gonna last like this,” he said. ”I wanna be inside you when I come.”

“Please. I need you, Frankie.”

“Not yet, baby. I need to get you ready first. Don’t wanna hurt you.” Logically, with how big he was you knew that you should, but that didn’t seem to matter to you at the moment. You tried to protest, to tell him that you didn’t care, you just needed him now, but he shook his head, a wicked grin on his face. He drew out his next words teasingly, “Greedy, aren’t you, baby?”

Your brain shut off, butterflies stirring in your stomach at his words. Like there was anything you wouldn’t let him do when he talked to you like that.

You gasped as he slipped a finger into you and started to pump in and out. His finger was bigger and longer than your own, already hitting a spot you could never seem to reach with your own fingers. He started building up his pace as he began to kiss down your neck like he had earlier in the night. This time though, you could feel him suck lightly as he went, surely leaving bruises in his wake.

You bucked your hips up, his one finger no longer enough.

“Need more, baby,” you whined, all care for how desperate you sounded gone. All that mattered to you now was the drag of his finger inside you and the way he sucked at the tender area just above your collarbone.

He slipped a second finger into your heat as he murmured, “That’s it, baby. Fuck, you’re so tight.”

His fingers were so much bigger than yours, two of his feeling like three of your own, stretching you as he built his pace back up again. It burned in the best way, radiating pleasure through you.

You arched against him as he curled his fingers, hitting a spot that made your toes curl.

“Right there, Frankie!”

“Come on, cariño. Come for me again and I’ll give you what you want.”

You were so close, teetering on the edge maddeningly as he worked his fingers in and out. Suddenly, he added a third finger. It was exactly what you needed to push you over the edge. Your orgasm rocked through you as you clenched down on his fingers. He continued to work them in and out as much as he could with the way you were gripping him.

“That’s it, baby,” he cooed. “God, you’re so beautiful when you come.” Once your orgasm had subsided, he slipped his fingers out and brought them to his lips. He sucked your slick from them eagerly, like he hadn’t just tasted you earlier.

“Frankie, baby,” you panted, “I need you to fuck me.” You could feel his hard length against your hip and you bucked against him. He had made you come three times already and you were still desperate to have him inside you.

“I don’t think I could wait any longer if I tried,” he admitted. Frankie reached over to his bedside table and pulled a foil package from the drawer. He ripped it open with his teeth before taking the condom to roll over his length.

You reached out to take him in your hand again, giving him a few more strokes before you went to line him up with you.

His mouth came to yours as he made the first push into you. You both let out moans, your high-pitched one contrasting with his low one. He made shallow thrusts, each time sinking deeper into you. Even after trying to get you ready for him, it was a stretch to fit him. You had thought his fingers had stretched you. They were nothing compared to this.

“You’re so fucking tight, cariño,” he grunted. “Squeezing me so tight.”

“You’re so big,” you responded breathlessly.

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

“No, no,” you hastily whined. “Feels so good.”

After a few more thrusts, he finally buried himself to the hilt in you. Then, he stopped, pulling another whine from you. You rocked your hips, trying to feel the friction, but one hand came down to still your hip.

“Just a second. Fuck, don’t move,” he told you shakily. He took deep breaths in, squeezing his eyes shut. “Just give me a second or I’m not gonna last.”

You let him be for a moment, but then you couldn’t stop yourself from softly begging him to move.

He let out one last breath before nodding. He connected your lips again, starting to rock his hips into yours in long, slow strokes. You wrapped your legs around his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts. The hand that wasn’t propping him up came to grip at your ass and thigh over his hip.

His kiss started slow, but incredibly insistent. However, as his pace increased, so did the heat in his kiss.

“You feel so good,” Frankie mumbled against your lips. “You’re so fucking perfect, cariño. Like this pussy was made for me.”

He continued to murmur to you as he fucked you. About how badly he had wanted you all these years. How he couldn’t ever think clearly when you were around. How beautiful you were. You returned it, telling him that he was all you had wanted since you had met. He shuddered before his grip tightened on your skin, his next few strokes harder than before.

You moved to bury your hands in his hair as you gave him a bruising kiss. You ran your tongue along his lips and he quickly gave you entrance.

It was so good, but you needed more and you could tell Frankie was holding back. He wasn’t allowing himself to go as fast or as rough as he wanted. You could feel it in the way he would let up if he felt himself move a little too hard or a little too fast. But that’s what you needed.

“Harder,” you pleaded. “Fuck me harder. I can take it.”

Your previous observation about him had been right: Frankie wasn’t the kind of man who needed to be told twice.

Frankie nearly growled before he smashed his lips to yours messily. He snapped his hips against yours at a new, blistering pace. He hit that spongy spot deep inside you over and over. You broke from his kiss to moan out, your head tipping back into the pillow. He took advantage of your position to attach his lips to your neck once again, kissing and sucking wherever he could.

“Oh, fuck, Francisco!” You cried. You clawed at his back, searching for purchase over the muscled expanse, the way he was fucking into you absolutely devastating. “Just like that!”

His hips stuttered before he groaned into your ear, deep and desperate, “Say it again.”

Even through the haze, you knew what he meant, what he really wanted to hear.

“Francisco,” you whined. In the past, you had sometimes called him by his full name when you were joking around with him. You were the only person he even let call him that at all. With revelation that he liked it when you said Frankie, you now knew why he let you call him Francisco. The difference was that now you were completely serious, letting it drip from your tongue over and over like a prayer.

“I need you to come, baby,” Frankie grunted as he moved against you. “I’m close, but I need you to come first.”

Nothing that came from your mouth was comprehensible other than his name. You were so far gone, climbing higher than you had thought possible, the coil in your stomach continuing to tighten as he slammed in and out of you. Rather than snapping, the tension just kept building and building.

Suddenly, Frankie got a better grip against the thigh under his hand, moving your leg to rest higher on his torso, your other leg following suit almost automatically. He was deeper now, completely filling you as you cried out.

After a few more strokes, your orgasm barreled into you, your mouth falling open in a silent scream. The breath was knocked out of you from the force of it. You clenched around him hard as he worked you through it, your legs locked and spasming around his torso. Waves of pleasure rolled over you.

“That’s it. That’s it…” he murmured into your ear. He kept moving in and out of you as much as he could, drawing your orgasm out.

Once it had subsided, he began to build back up to his previous place, chasing his own high. You threaded one hand through his hair, the other grasping at his back as you held on.

You gave a tug on his hair and his rhythm faltered. You did it again, this time while whispering into his ear, high and breathy, “Come for me, Francisco. Let go, baby.”

That seemed to be all he needed to send him careening over the edge. He let out a strangled sound, fucking into you three more times before his hips stilled, buried deep in you, and he found his release.

Once he had emptied, he nearly collapsed into you, his face in the crook of your neck, breathing hard, his cock still buried inside you. His weight on top of you was a welcome one. You ran your fingers through his curls once again, lightly this time, as you both came down.

After a few moments, Frankie lifted up and pulled out of you. He took off the condom and secured it before discarding it in the small trash can on the other side of his bedside table. Then, he rolled over to lay beside you, totally spent, pulling you to lay with him. Your head came to rest where it had laid earlier in the night on his chest, just above his heart. You chuckled a little, listening to the familiar, hammering thrum of the beat as Frankie came down.

You began to leave small, light kisses on his chest. Then, Frankie’s forefinger hooked under your chin, guiding you up to meet his lips as he whispered, “C’mere, hermosa.”

Your lips moved languidly against one another, completely savoring the moment. Your hand came to his chin, feeling the prickle of the sparse beard under your touch.

“You weren’t kidding,” you told Frankie after you broke. He gave you a questioning look, adoration in his soft brown eyes. “That was just a warmup.”

He laughed, his head falling back before he looked down at you again. “You’re amazing,” he countered. “I don’t know how I’m gonna go another day without fucking you now that I know what you feel like… and what you fucking sound like.”

“Yeah? I may have a short-term solution to that problem.”

“I’m listening…”

You gave him a small smile. “We could leave my car in Benny’s driveway the whole weekend and not leave your house.”

A grin spread across his face. “Baby, you’re gonna be lucky if I let you leave this bed this weekend.”

“No problem. I don’t know if I’ll be able to physically walk after that.”

“That’s the idea.”

You laughed, collapsing back onto his chest, both of you spent and blissed out.

You both still had things to discuss, but you knew that you would figure it out soon enough. For now, all that mattered was that you both wanted each other, that he was here, his arms wrapped around you as he kissed the top of your head.

After a few minutes, you drifted off, the sound of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

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Room's on Fire: Pilot

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual

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Summery: The Delta is a commune in the middle of nowhere established by Santiago's mother. Since Divine Mother's passing in a rebellion a decade ago, Santiago, known as The Pope, and his half-God brethren Francisco, Benjamin and William have ran the commune. Now it is time for them to take a collective bride to breed, to bring the savior into the world.

Warnings and Content:

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence.

This is not meant to be a statement about religion, Christianity, or Catholicism, this is simply my take on a cult. I am a religious person. I understand that some of this may be very offensive to religious people so if you don't like thing like AHS Asylum or Black Mass, maybe consider not reading.

"Come on home, girl, he said with a smile You don't have to love me yet, let's get high awhile But try to understand, try to understand Try, try, try to understand That I'm a magic man." ~Magic Man, Heart.

"God dammit Benjamin, what the hell is wrong with you!”

Will smacked Ben upside the head as Frankie chided him.

Ben tried to defend himself. “Hey! You guys act like you don’t sleep with ‘em too, why are you blaming me?”

“You’re fucking a new woman every goddamn week, you have no fucking class, we’re not even supposed to be sleeping with these women,-”

Santiago’s voice, strong and comanding, broke through the bickering. “Gentlemen, please, this is not becoming behavior for Gods.”

With their leader’s command, the other three settled down, Frankie’s eyes casting away. “Sorry, Pope.”

Pushing himself off from the wall he had been leaning against, Santiago walked toward the group. “That can’t be all the options. There’s no way Benny’s made his way through every of age virgin in our compound, we have over 5 thousand people here.”

The men thought through the women they knew, the various families at the massive compound who could accomplish their task. She couldn’t just be a virgin, that was the thing.

They needed their Madonna.

Before her death, Santiago’s mother informed their group that the prophecy would not be fulfilled through Santiago, that he was not the promised savior. Instead, he was destined to lead after her passing and that Santiago, Francisco, William and Benjamin were all demi-Gods. This was a step up for the Millers and Francisco, who had spend their youths in the privileged position of foster brothers to Santiago and living under The Divine Mother’s roof and direct guidance. To Santiago, however, this was a humiliating demotion.

His childhood was never one of whimsy, growing up told that he was a God, that he was the second coming, that he was the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned… All that changed in his pre-teens. Suddenly, his mother was less pleased with him. His divinity was constantly dangled above his head. When his 20’s came and he failed to be what his mother wanted, she stripped him of his full God-hood.

So why, pray tell, were him and his fellow leaders and brethren searching for a virgin? Since Santiago had failed, they needed to father a new child. A new savior. Divine Mother’s instructions were clear; they were all to wed and breed a virgin from their compound. She was to live in their home as their wife for them to use not only whenever they wanted, but whenever they could. A sacred duty to be fruitful and multiple. It didn’t matter whose child grew in her, as long as there was a child. The world would be saved, and Santiago would earn his mothers favor from the heavens.

So, she couldn’t just be anyone. She needed to be a virgin, pure and holy. She needed to be beautiful, strong, faithful to their ways, faithful to the Divine Mother, faithful to the Pope, William, Benjamin, and Francisco.

“What about Marcus’s kid?’ Will asked, breaking their silence, causing everyone to turn to him.

Frank frowned. “You think the daughter of a traitor is the best option for the Madonna?” The sarcasm was clear. He didn’t like this plan as it was. He didn’t want strangers in their home, breaching security, putting his brothers at risk.

“That might actually be the solution to the problem.” He waited until Pope gestured for him to go on, not immediately shutting it down.

“The rebellion was when she was 12, the interrogations found she had no knowledge of her father’s plans. Ever since, she has been isolated. Lydia says she has caused no problems in the women’s home, been obedient but has no friends, no connections.”

“So you think she’s intact?”

“Santi, I doubt she’d had her first kiss.”

Since the rebellion 10 years ago, Will has set up measures to identify problems before they become something like that, and that meant keeping tabs on people. Single women lived in a few group homes throughout the compound. Each home had prefects that reported to house mothers, and house mothers that reported to Will. Anyone that was of any concern, Will checked in on, that included daughters of rebels.

“And she danced at the fire?” Pope asked, arms still crossed but listening.

Will nodded. “She did. No signs of disloyalty.”

Muttering, Frankie asked Ben if he’d slept with her in recent years.

He shook his head. “Nope. Forgot she existed.”

Frankie watched as Pope thought things through, his mouth shifting. Frankie asked, “How are the other viable women going to take it if the daughter of a traitor is chosen above them?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Ben said, defensive of Pope. His loyalty to Santiago went above everything. “If she’s the right person, she’s chosen divinely.”

Santiago held up a hand, stopping another argument. “A redemption. She has the option to purify herself from the sins of her father through the pain of childbirth.”

“Biblical precedent…” Will murmured in agreement.

“And if she fails to produce a child, then we can say we were deceived-”

“Like Eve deceived Adam. Damn, Pope, I think it’s a winner.”

Santiago smiled at his fellow leader, clasping his hands together. “Alright, let’s go visit her, make sure she’s suitable.”

You were dead. It was over. Lydia had cleared all the other women out of the dormitory room and told you that the Pope and the other divine leaders would be coming to speak privately to you and you assumed that you had slipped up somehow and it was the end for you. You didn’t know what you possibly could have done. You never ever spoke badly about anyone, none the less your beloved leaders! You adored them all, worshipped them as they deserved, as you had Divine Mother…

Had they decided you were too much of a liability after what your father had done? How was that possible, it had been a decade… why now…

You gasp. Fransisco… he was clairvoyant… had he seen into your dream? Had he seen what you saw oh-so often, the dreams that forced you awake crying?

You prepared yourself to grovel, to beg for mercy, to plead that these dreams of fire were not what you wanted, that they tormented you. Would you forever be labeled a traitor for what your father had done? Hadn’t you proved your loyalty to The Delta?

The door opened and you dropped to your knees, silent until spoken too. You can hear Benjamin whisper a damn. The floor creaks in front of where you knelt, arms prostrated out and for a moment, everything stood still. Warm hands were on your chin, guiding you up to see him.

He was so much more stunning up close. You’d heard tales from other girls of the men, of the way they bedded them, how it was glorious, the most holy form of worship to allow them inside you… You had taken note that you had not been allowed that honor, you had accepted it as the punishment for the sins of your birth, you never thought you’d be worthy of close contact, but right now… Pope was touching your face, your chin tucked between his thumb and forefinger; his eyes were so close to yours, his plump lips keep a soft smile. “Do not be afraid, darling girl. If we are correct, you may outshine us all.”

“But it is, of course, your choice.”

Your choice…

This phrase was preceded by the reminder that if you said no, there would be no savior.

There was no choice.

“I am a servant to my lords.”

Santiago smiled at that. “Excellent. Now, let’s begin the inspection.”

The what?

“Oh… is it… I swear I am a virgin, I’ve never been touched-”

“I know.” Francisco said. Oh, right. Clairvoyant. “We need to make sure you’re… healthy.”

“Oh. Yes, of course then.”

Francisco undressed you, his calm demeanor and soothing touch eased you as he slowly stripped you of your clothing. He pulled the loose shirt over your body as you raised your hands, the pail bra underneath had a lot of coverage (everything was meant to be practical) but you still felt exposed.

“Just down to her underwear, Francisco.” Will instructed as he watched. Will was a healer, that was his gift.

Francisco pulled down your pants slowly, and you feel eyes scaling you.

“Strip her down fully, Frank.” Ben tells Francisco, and you jolt when you feel his hands on the bare skin on your hips.

Francisco sighs, but Will puts his foot down. “She doesn’t need to be naked, this is invasive enough as it is”

Ben gave a short laugh. “More invasive than fucking her.”

“BEN!” All three of them shouted, discomfort and fears coursing through your body.

“Pope, she’s shaking.” Francisco asserts with his hands on your shoulders and you watch Pope give Ben a look.

“You behave, your brother knows what he’s doing.” He turns to Will, jerking his head at you. “Handle it.”

Will approaches you, his hands on your face. He holds you different than Pope, more firm, more all-encompassing. Will’s hands were larger, and he placed them at the side of your head, like he was holding you together. “Hey, it’s alright. It’s like a medical examination, okay?”

You nod within his grasp. “Okay.”

He smiled at you. “Good girl. I’m going to touch you, just stand there and take it. Trust me.”

You did. You’d follow him anywhere if he spoke like that. His hands move down your neck, slowly over your shoulders and down your arms, sending a chill through your body. He squeezed your hands. “Doing so good princess. Gonna check your backside now, can you straighten up for me?” You square your shoulders as he walks around, towering over you. You lock eyes with Ben; he looks hungry, like he’s ready to pounce but smiling at you with his boyish charm you can’t help wonder what that pounce would feel like. Ben had slept with almost every girl in your dormitory, and you’d been privy to all kinds of colorful descriptions as you overheard girls talking. Not to you. Never to you.

Will rubbed his hands together and breathed on them to aid the warmth before placing his fingertips at the top-most part of your back. Slowly, he dragged 8 fingers down, applying pressure, sending a tingling down your spine as his fingers traced it. “Excellent posture, just need to check a few things.” His hands went back up, fingers bracing at your sides as his thumbs searched certain spots, rubbing over aching parts of you with pressure, but not pain.

“Got a few knots.” Will comment’s, and you turn slight back towards him, suddenly scared.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No, no. Nothing to worry about. Just means you’re stressed. It hurt there sometimes?”

He continued massaging you, your next words coming out with a moan. “Yeah.”

“I know it does, sweet girl. Don’t you worry, I’ll help you take care of that. You will be my wife, after all.”

The thought brings a small smile to your face. The smile falters when his hands wrap around your front, William’s body pressed up against your back. His hands are pressing into your stomach, making their way up until he cups your breast, a small groan escaping his mouth that had somehow found its way into your hair.

“She likes that.” You here Ben say, drawing your attention, his grin made you swell with pride. You’d spoken with him before; Benjamin knew all the women. Still, he never chose you to bed and you had thought you weren’t appealing but now, now you see it. Now, as Ben began to touch himself over his pants as he watched his brother examine your body, you realize you were meant for a higher purpose. You were being saved, protected, put on a pedestal for this moment, to be the mother of their child, to be their Madonna.

Will continued him ministrations, soft grunts as he ground his hips into your ass. You can se his eyes are locked in with Pope. Pope, is watching the scene with hooded eyes and parted lips. With a soft but powerful moan, Will stilled behind you, panting a soft kiss on your neck before his fingertips trails your panty line. “Now, for the vaginal exam.”

All the pleasure you felt stops, your body freezing up again. “B-but, you said I wouldn’t-”

William turned you around to face him. “I have to check out your privates, gotta make sure you’re safe. It’s just me, it’s just external, don’t worry. We’ll face away.” He knelt down.

You were acutely aware your ass was still out for the other men when you heard Ben groan when your underwear is pulled down, the distinct sound of him summoning Francisco, who had been quiet so far, and the unzipping of pants.

“Goddamn…” He says, notching your legs so they spread and lifting one foot so it is resting on his bent knee. He touched your sensitive skin. “Pope, you gotta see this… the girls wet.”

“But-” I wanted to protest that he had said it would only be him, but there was no point. Soon, you’d be married, and they be able to have you as much as they wanted.

“Holy shit, she’s dripping…” Pope marvels as the slick running down your thighs.

Will continues prodding at you, fingers running through your glistening folds. In the background was a sound you couldn’t quiet pinpoint, and something that sounded like kissing, but who would be kissing? There was only Ben and Francisco there. Will dips his finger slightly inside your hole, making you gasp.

“Careful.” Pope warned. “She needs to stay intact.”

“I know.” Will groans. “But she’s so fucking tight, Pope.”

A muffled but strong groan behind you, and Pope looks like he’s about to fall apart when he pulls away.

“William, Franisco, Ben. Go to Lydia, tell her the wedding will be at her next ovulation.”

The men reluctantly made their exit leaving Pope alone in the room with you. He pulled up your underwear and pants before helping you back into your shirt. “You are perfect.” He grabbed your face again, pinching your chin and guiding you to look up at him. “Pack only personal items. You’ll have new clothing, everything will be taken care of. From now on, as long as you are what we need you to be, whatever you need, you’ll have.”

He leans in and you open your mouth to him, beautifully alluring, gifting him your first kiss and the spark was ignited. He was everything now.

“My Madonna.”

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a proposition

Santiago "Pope" Garcia x f!reader x Benjamin "Benny" Miller

Summary: Benny returns to Florida after six months of backpacking his way across Australia, and the surf and sun have treated him well. Very well.

You can't help but notice. ...Santiago thinks that maybe it's time for the two of you to change things up in the bedroom. Because if he's going to share you with anyone, it's most certainly going to be Benjamin Miller.

Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 7.2k

Content: NSFW, SMUT, porn with minimal plot, unprotected p in v, creampie, threesome, oral sex, anal sex, double penetration in one hole, double penetration in both holes, squirting, choking kink, size kink, cum eating, Dirt Music!Benny

“You want to fuck Benny,” Santi breathed into your ear, gently running his teeth down the side of your neck and pressing a chaste kiss to your collar bone.

“I…what?!” you managed to choke out as he slid another finger inside of you to meet the two that had been steadily stretching you open, languidly stroking your slick walls and brushing his thumb over your clit.

He chuckled, removing his digits from your core and roughly spitting into the palm of his hand, wiping it on his cock before sliding it through your wet folds. Gasping, your head rolled to the side, toes curling as the thick head of his erection pressed into your opening. Santi brought his hands down to lift your thighs, spreading your legs further apart, and he thrust himself in to the hilt, groaning at the rush of pleasure that thrummed through him as he buried himself inside of you.

Leaning down, he brought his mouth to yours, his lips like a brand as he kissed you roughly, posessively. Eager for more friction and simmering with anticipation, you bucked upward, urging Santiago to move. He made a noncommittal noise, bringing one hand to your hip to still your movements, and he cupped the side of your face with the other, pressing down on your bottom lip with his thumb.

“Baby, it’s okay. I know he wants to fuck you, too, and I don’t blame him,” Santi casually stated, voice low as he began to slide his cock in and out of your channel at a brutally slow pace.

“Santi…” you trailed off, panting and unsure of what else you intended to say.

His lips curved upward into a smile as he drug his cock out to rest at your damp entrance, and he murmured, “The things is, I also want him to fuck you,” before slamming back inside of you.

You cried out, unable to hide your reaction—the way your pussy pulsed and clenched down on his throbbing shaft, the way a fresh gush of arousal came pouring out of you, causing Santi’s hips to stutter for purchase as his cock slid along your drenched walls.

Santiago groaned huskily at the way you writhed under him, and he leaned down to tease one of your nipples with his mouth, which immediately stiffened under his touch. “Would you like that, hermosa? Would you like to feel Benny’s cock inside of you?”

“Yes,” you whimpered as your cunt began to ache, and Santi’s punishing thrusts grew faster and sloppier as he tracked the dazed expression that fell across your face. You dug your fingers into Santi’s back, wrapping your legs around his waist and greedily pulling him deeper inside of you.

“What if Benny and I both fucked you at the same time?” Santi grunted as he plunged in and out of you with reckless abandon.

You nearly choked on your own spit as the mental images came crashing into your mind—Benny’s large, callused hands exploring the curves of your body as you bounced on his cock, his plush lips devouring yours hungrily, Santiago’s dexterous hands working your other tight hole open from behind before sliding his hard shaft inside of you.

—both of your holes fucked out and wrecked, Benny and Santi’s cum dripping out of you in thick globs—

White-hot pleasure erupted through your body, a cry tumbling from your lips as your legs shook from the intensity of your orgasm, and Santiago followed shortly after, spilling his seed inside of you and collapsing at your side.

He pulled you close to him, pressing affectionate, feather-light kisses the side of your face, and he said matter-of-factly, “I hope you know I’m not joking.”

—-

It really did start out as a goddamn joke.

You’d known Santiago, Benny, Will, and Frankie for nearly ten years before the boys set off to South America on a suicide mission, one that they almost didn’t come back from. The taste of near-death still fresh in the back of his throat, Santi found his way to your doorstep upon his return, a decade’s worth of buried feelings and long-ignored mutual attraction finally pouring out.

A year after that, Santi woke up tangled in the sheets beside you, a determined look in his eyes as he roused you from sleep. Your heart had sunk immediately as you pulled yourself into a sitting position, your legs tucked inside of his faded Metallica shirt, thumbing the small, scattered holes and tears along the hem. He was ready to go back and get the money they had left behind. While the prospect of the mission left you a worried wreck, they made it out in one piece, coming home far richer than any of them could have ever imagined.

The boys opted to invest their split fortune in various ways, with one of Santi’s ideas being to relocate from your humble, dated apartment to a cozy, open-concept condo on the beach. Meanwhile, Frankie explored a new business venture, and Will finally had the means to pursue a program for veterans that he had been trying to get off the ground for years. As for Benny, he surprisingly didn’t hightail it to the nearest car dealership to buy the Ferrari that he hadn’t stopped talking about. Instead, seemingly inspired by his most recent taste of adventure away from your small, lazy Florida town, Benny shocked everyone when he announced that he was heading off on a six month solo adventure backpacking his way across Australia.

Which is what then led to the evening in question: Benny’s welcome home party. You, Santi, and Frankie sat waiting beside a crackling fire in your backyard for Will to arrive with Benny, who he had just picked up from the airport. You raised your glass and grinned alongside the others as Benny arrived, his tall form ducking underneath the string lights that criss-crossed across the yard. But as Santi and Frankie called out eager greetings, your breath had hitched in your throat as you took Benny in, bathed in the warm glow of the bulbs—bearded, tan, tousled, sun-kissed hair, and a look of utter contentment nestled in his clear blue eyes, eyes that immediately strayed to you. Never had you seen Benny look so content, so fulfilled, so at ease. After Santi and Frankie both clapped him on the back, Benny made his way to you, pulling you into a tight embrace.

“Missed you,” he had spoken into your hair.

“Glad you made it back in one piece, Miller,” you had replied softly in return when he pulled back. Pinching one of his cheeks, you added, “Sunshine looks good on you.”

He winked.

Though nothing had ever happened between yourself and the younger Miller brother in all the years that you’d known him, you had never been immune to admitting to yourself just how attractive you found him—especially now.

As the hour grew late, following various stories of Benny’s travels, you found yourself seated comfortably in Santi’s lap as you sat around the fire with the boys. Santiago rubbed slow circles along your hip, leaning his head on your shoulder with an easy smile on his lips. Eventually, inhibitions loosened by the bottle that was making its way around the circle, the conversation ventured down a more scandalous route as Santi coyly asked Benny about what other extracurricular activities he had partaken in during his trip.

Benny had scoffed as he took a long pull from the bottle, wiping his lips with the back of his hand as he handed it to Frankie. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he retorted with a wiggle of his eyebrows, and something far warmer than the fire began to unfurl in your gut as your mind strayed, wondering what exactly Benny had gotten up to.

Will rolled his eyes, “Don’t worry, Pope. I’m sure nobody is having as much sex as you two horny teenagers.”

Benny’s eyebrows raised in amusement as Frankie pointed an accusing finger at the man whose lap you were nestled in and barked out, “In my fucking bathroom, dude!”

You snorted, and Frankie continued, “And you even…you…right on my fucking sink, man!”

Santi’s chest heaved with laughter as he said, “I swear that was soap, Fish.”

Will turned to look at Frankie, picking up the can of beer that was nestled in the cup holder of his folding chair and saluting in his direction. “Better than when they decided my driveway was a great place for a quickie when they were picking me up.”

Santi snorted as he quipped defensively, “You said you needed 15 minutes. We were early!”

You buried your face in your hands, and when you peeked through your fingers, you found that Benny was staring at you intently across the fire.

Will scoffed, “Whatever. Like I said, horny teenagers.”

Santiago shrugged, kissing your cheek before playfully asking, “Care to join us? We’re looking for a third.”

Frankie sputtered, spraying beer all over his pants. “Come on, man!”

Will blinked a few times, composing himself before he answered flatly, “I’m good.”

Santi’s eyes danced over to where Benny sat looking at the two of you, fingers toying with the tab of his beer can. He bit his lip, a whoosh of air escaping his mouth as he chuckled and said, “Yeah, sure. I think I could pencil that into my calendar.”

Your throat went dry, and you had to actively remind yourself not to gape as you felt Santi’s grip on your hips tighten minutely. Santi didn’t miss the way you discreetly tried to clench your thighs together. Benny looked down at his boots for a moment before tilting his head back up in your direction, brushing his hair from his eyes, an unreadable expression on his face.

The moment quickly vanished when Will glanced over at his brother, barking out a laugh and punching him in the arm. And the conversation then returned back to other, less depraved topics. All indecent proposals seemingly forgotten.

Seemingly.

Until Santi decided the best time to address it was while he was balls deep inside of you.

—-

Which is how you found yourself sitting on the dark blue couch in your living room a couple weeks later, running a finger over the condensation that had formed on the can of Coke in your hands, discreetly looking back and forth between Benny—who was sitting beside you with his feet propped up on the coffee table—and Santiago, who smirked at you briefly from where he sat across from you in an armchair.

After grabbing dinner with Benny, Santiago had invited him back to your place, something which was hardly out of the ordinary—except for the potentially awkward conversation that was still to come. Following your reaction to Santi’s surprising suggestion, the two of you had discussed the matter further after your post-coital haze had cleared.

You and Santi had an extremely active sex life, to say the least. And it wasn’t the first time that the idea of bringing a third into your bedroom had come up, but ultimately the situation had never panned out. While the idea excited both of you, neither of you were keen on the concept of doing such a thing with a total stranger. But Benny?

Even Santi had no qualms admitting that the Australian sun had done Benny—who was already an incredibly attractive man to begin with—many favors indeed. And the thought of watching him take you apart? The thought of fucking you in tandem with him? It left him rock hard and aching in his pants. Because he knew that Benny would worship your body the way you deserved, knew that he would appreciate all of your dips and curves, knew that he would respond to every breathy little moan and sigh that fell from your lips.

He saw the way Benny looked at you now, saw the way he always had before. When he didn’t think anyone else was watching. Santi loved you, he really did. You were the best goddamn thing to ever happen to him, and would be forever thankful that the two of you finally got your shit together after a decade of denying it. Hell, he’d finally given his shitty knees the retirement they deserved by returning stateside once and for all, just to be with you.

But he also really fucking loved the idea of sharing you with Benny. Because he knew how much you’d enjoy it, too.

Once Santiago had put the idea in your head, giving you free reign to release an uninhibited tidal wave of fantasies, you found that you couldn’t stop thinking about it—what Benny’s lips would feel like on yours, what his cock would look like, how it would feel sliding in and out of your aching, dripping pussy. Even now you had zoned out as you stared at his handsome profile beside you, only shaken from your reverie by the sound of Santi clearing his throat in anticipation.

“You ever have a threesome, Benny?” Santi asked casually.

Benny’s eyebrows shot up, clearly not expecting the sudden change in direction that the conversation had taken. He recovered quickly, glancing down at his lap for a moment with a grin, “Uh, no. Surprisingly not. Bucket list item though, for sure.”

Santi nodded, biting his lip with a smile. “Yeah, us either.”

“Huh,” Benny replied.

Santiago spoke his next words calmly and deliberately, “Do you want to?”

Benny chuckled nervously, looking from Santi to you. When neither of you laughed, a look of realization dawned on his face as he asked, “So that wasn’t a joke, huh?”

You shook your head, looking over at him shyly.

Santi explained, “We both agreed that if it’s going to be anyone, we want it to be you.”

Benny swiveled his head in your direction. “You sure, honey?”

Something hot and heady stirred inside of you as you said, “Yeah Benny, I’m sure.”

Benny sucked in a breath, rooted to the spot, hardly able to believe what he was hearing. His cock stiffened in his pants as the reality of the situation sunk in.

Santi added, “I’m game for whatever, because I know you’ll take care of her,” he nodded his head toward you. “The only rule is that whatever she says, goes. But if you’re not fully sold on this, you can leave now, and we’ll forget it ever happened.”

You studied Benny’s side profile as he shook his head, a rueful grin on his face. “Oh no, I’m definitely in.”

Tossing a glance back to Santi, you waited for him to nod that he was ready before you crawled across the couch toward Benny. His eyes sparkled as he leaned back, legs spread wide, and you slid into his lap to straddle him.

You watched as Benny’s pupils dilated, and you reached up to brush a strand of his dirty blonde hair from where it messily hung over his eyes. The warm, musky scent of his cologne enveloped you, a stark contrast to the spicy, sweet scent that you associated with Santiago, and you closed your eyes for a moment as you breathed him in.

Benny’s hands hovered on either side of your hips, and you smiled at him as you said softly, “You can touch me, Benny.”

You watched as Benny took a deep breath before letting his large hands make contact, his thumbs resting against the top of your jean shorts, brushing against the sliver of skin that your rucked up shirt had exposed.

Santi, who had come to sit beside you, toyed with the thin strap of your tank top. Benny glanced over at him, and Santi said with a wink, “You two get acquainted first. I want to watch.”

Benny’s eyes roamed back to yours, and he asked you softly, “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded, but rather than capturing your mouth with his, Benny’s lips immediately gravitated to the corner of your jaw, and you shifted forward in his lap at the sensation of his beard brushing against your face. You shivered, bringing a hand down to clutch at his thigh, and Benny bit down on your neck, sucking on the sensitive expanse of soft skin exposed to him.

Benny’s lips eventually made their way back upward, burning a searing trail across your jawline with deliberate intent that left your insides reeling with anticipation. As his lips hovered near yours, Benny paused for a moment, cupping your cheeks in both hands as he inspected your face. A variety of emotions seemed to play out simultaneously in his eyes, which immediately tracked the way your tongue darted out to whet your bottom lip. The movement seemingly sent him over the edge, as he finally surged forward, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss.

You sighed into Benny’s mouth, fisting one hand in the front of his shirt and running another through his hair. His lips eagerly slotted against yours, and when his tongue trailed across the seam of your mouth, you let yours fall open, allowing him to deepen the kiss. You pressed your chest against his, pushing him further against the back of the couch, as he cupped the back of your head and tangled his tongue with yours. You felt his growing hardness beneath you, and you were helpless to stop yourself from moaning into his mouth at the way his length pressed firmly into the seam of your tight denim shorts. Benny echoed the sentiment, verbalizing his own feelings on the matter when you began to grind down against him, desperately seeking more friction.

“Oh fuck,” Santi panted out as he began to roughly palm himself over his jeans.

Benny groaned, rutting up into you, hands resting on your bare thighs. As he continued to devour your mouth with his, he trailed his fingers up higher and higher until they eventually came to a rest at the edge of your denim shorts.

With your legs spread wide in his lap, Benny realized that the shorts and their meager inseam hardly left anything to the imagination, only a narrow strip of denim separated him from the heat waiting at the apex of your thighs. In fact, if he were to just continue sliding his fingers higher and push the fabric aside…

“Fuck.”

Both of you spoke at the same time—you, in reaction to the feeling of his finger slipping into your shorts and brushing against your core, and him, upon realizing that you weren’t wearing any underwear and that you were already dripping wet for him. He let his finger glide over your folds for a moment. You nodded to encourage him to continue, and he inserted it into your waiting hole. You bucked your hips in his lap, keening under his steady touch as he slowly began to slide the digit in and out of your slit, and he swallowed the whine of pleasure that crawled up your throat with a heady kiss.

While unbuttoning them and dragging down the zipper may have perhaps been the more conventional option, there was something about the pleasurable tug of the tight shorts as Benny held the material aside with his thumb—plunging a second finger inside of your wet pussy—that nearly drove you to the edge right then and there.

Beside you, you heard the clink of Santi’s belt buckle and the telltale sound of him spitting into his palm, followed by a quiet moan as he began to fist himself. “Keep going,” he urged the both of you.

Benny took your bottom lip into his mouth, biting and sucking on it. “Does this feel good, honey?” he asked, his low drawl setting your insides ablaze.

Your voice was wrecked as you told him, “It feels so fucking good, Benny.”

“She likes it a little rough,” Santi encouraged, his voice gravelley as he fucked his tight fist.

Santi clearly wanted you to be reduced to a moaning, panting mess in Benny’s lap. You tilted your head back slightly, freely exposing your neck to Benny, and you felt his cock twitch underneath you.

Bringing a hand up to rest loosely against your throat, his eyes burned into yours as he confirmed, “Like this?”

“Yeah,” you breathed out, and he flexed his fingers before tightening his grip around your throat, reveling at the way he could feel your cunt clench down on his fingers in response. He slid a third digit inside of your dripping hole with ease, and you began to ride his fingers desperately as he choked you, a thrumming wave of pleasure rising in your abdomen.

“Come for him, baby,” Santi groaned as he continued tugging on his shaft.

Your orgasm tore through you, your toes curling hard against the fabric of the couch. Benny’s lips engulfed yours, his tongue licking its way into your mouth as you rode out the aftershocks of your pleasure on his sticky, soaked fingers.

“Beautiful,” Benny gasped quietly against your lips, before dragging his mouth away to press a kiss to your nose and another to your forehead.

You collapsed against Benny, and he rubbed circles into the small of your exposed back where your shirt had ridden up. Feeling Benny’s still-hard length beneath you, you lifted your head up, looking from him to Santiago, who leaned over to kiss you softly.

Santi placed a finger under your chin and asked, “It’s your call, baby. What’s next?”

Benny chimed in, “Yeah, whatever you want, honey. I’m in.”

Eager to have them both in your hands before anything else, you slid out of Benny’s lap and backed up slightly, dropping to your knees on the soft area rug in front of the couch. You shuddered slightly at the feeling of your cum-soaked jean shorts rubbing against your sensitive folds.

You crooked a finger in their direction, and Santi grinned. After spending so much time with Benny on battlefields, in locker rooms, and everywhere else in between, he was well aware of the sheer size of his friend’s cock. While not quite as long, Santi was still well off himself, something that you often reminded him of as you moaned about how much you loved how deeply he filled you. But now, this knowledge left Santi twitching in anticipation as he waited for your reaction, knowing that you’d be beside yourself at the mere thought of Benny’s impressive length slamming into you and splitting you open as soon as you laid eyes on it.

Both men made their way over to you, and since Santi’s dick was already hanging out of his pants, you set to work on Benny’s jeans. He groaned as you slipped your hand inside of his boxers, and your mouth went completely dry when you finally pulled his length out. You could already feel more arousal pooling in your crevice as you dizzily imagined trying to stuff his entire cock into your tight pussy. If you weren’t so eager to feel his and Santi’s dicks thrusting into the back of your throat at the same time, you’d be begging Benny to rip your shorts off and fuck you senseless right on the carpet.

You leaned forward to lick stripes up and down Benny’s cock to lubricate it for your hand before turning to Santiago, eager to give him attention after his patience during your show on the couch. As you pumped Benny’s length with one hand, you cupped Santi’s balls with the other as you began to suck and lick your way up and down his dick.

Both men panted above you, and Santi groaned out, “Oh fuck yeah, baby. Feels so good,” as you swallowed his length.

Benny watched as your mouth bobbed on Santi’s cock, spit dripping from your lips, and he moaned. You pulled your lips off of Santi with a pop, leaving your hand to continue stroking him, and you turned to Benny.

You took the thick head of his cock into your mouth, tilting your head up to meet his hooded gaze as you relaxed your jaw and began to swallow him as deeply as you possibly could.

“Holy fuck,” Benny choked out as you eagerly began to deep throat him.

After a few moments, you pulled off and looked up at him innocently as you said, “You can fuck my mouth if you want, Benny.”

Benny raked a hand through his hair, biting down on his fist. “I—are you sure?”

“Oh she fucking loves it, man,” Santi piped up.

You slipped your lips back onto Benny’s spit-soaked length, and he rested a hand at the back of your head. He met your eyes briefly again before beginning to slowly slide his length in and out of your mouth. You moaned around his cock, and he began to increase his pace.

“Yeah, just like that,” Santi murmured.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Benny panted out as you unzipped your shorts, dipping one of your own fingers into your wet slit. You whined in pleasure as Benny began to fuck your mouth more insistently, and drool slid out from the corner of your mouth. Before he could reach his peak, you gave his thigh a squeeze, slowly pulling off of him, a trail of spit dangling from the head of his cock to your swollen lips.

You pulled Santi closer from where he stood across from Benny so that the tips of their cocks nearly brushed, and you began to pump them each with one hand as you ran your tongue back and forth over their heads. Benny and Santi moaned in tandem, and you began to stuff both of their cocks into your mouth at the same time.

“She’s so goddamn good for us, isn’t she, Ben?” Santi asked.

“Fucking perfect,” Benny breathed out huskily.

You keened at the praise, and you felt your arousal begin to leak down your thighs at the sight of Benny and Santi rutting their spit-soaked cocks against one another, slipping and sliding together as you sloppily sucked them both off.

“Where do you want it, baby?” Santi asked, struggling to keep his voice steady.

You released their shafts momentarily so you could slip off your tank top, unclasping your bra as well and letting it fall to the floor. Benny’s eyes eagerly took in the swell of your breasts as you looked up at them, running a thumb over one of your hard nipples.

“You’re gonna kill me, woman,” Benny choked out when he understood what you wanted, whilst you resumed eagerly lapping at them and stroking them.

They brought their hands down to their cocks as their releases simultaneously approached, and you leaned back slightly and exposed your chest to them as they pumped themselves hard until thick, hot ropes of cum were spurting out of both of their cocks and all over your face and breasts. When they finished, Santi pulled you to your feet, ducking his head down to suck on your cum-covered tits. He brought his sticky mouth to yours afterward, and you eagerly licked the mixture of his release and Benny’s off of his lips.

You noticed Benny watching you with interest out of the corner of your eye, and you turned to him, smirking as you swiped up a glob of cum from your chest and sucked it off of your finger. Stepping forward, you tilted your chin up toward him, and he leaned down to kiss you hard, licking his way back into your mouth.

As Benny slid his tongue around yours and kissed you deeply, Santi sauntered off, only to return several moments later with a damp washcloth. Benny stepped back as Santi gently wiped your chest and face clean, tilting your head up and placing an affectionate kiss on your lips afterward.

“That was…” Benny trailed off.

You smiled at him mischievously as you continued for him, “Not even close to the end of this evening’s festivities.”

Benny looked up at the ceiling, taking a deep breath as he said, “I’m pretty sure I’m dreaming right now.”

Santiago laughed, and you winked at Benny before taking the lead and heading toward your bedroom down the hall.

“You guys coming or what?” you called out, and both men quickly followed.

—--

You stood waiting in the middle of the bedroom, and Santi approached you first, massaging your collarbone with his thumb. Despite the excited thrum of anticipation searing through your nerves, you relaxed under his touch. Your eyes fell shut and he brushed a kiss to your lips, letting his mouth linger over yours for a moment.

He pulled back to look into your eyes and asked, “You doing okay, baby?”

You bit your lip as your mouth formed a genuine smile. “Yeah.”

Santi’s eyes drifted behind your shoulder, and you felt Benny come up behind you, his arms snaking around your bare torso. You arched into him when he began to pepper kisses along your shoulder blades, and he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck before biting down on the sensitive skin there.

“Pope…man, I don’t know how you fucking do it,” he breathed out, his voice sounding worse for wear.

Santi chuckled as he watched you writhe under Benny’s touch, and you turned around in his arms to face him, asking, “Do what?”

Benny shook his head, roughly dragging a hand through his hair and blowing out a breath. He brought his hand up to your face, cupping your chin and running his thumb along your jaw. “After seeing the way you look when you come apart, I just don’t know how he ever thinks about anything else.”

Santi smirked, pleased that his assumption was right: Ben Miller would indeed cherish the addicting chase of your satisfaction with the same insatiable fervor that he did.

Heat pooled between your legs as Benny searched your gaze, eyes full of lust and admiration. You dipped your head down to take his thumb into your mouth, running your tongue over it and sucking on it. Meanwhile, Santiago came up behind you, his chest—now bare, having shucked off his shirt—pressing against yours, his hands slithering around your waist to slide your shorts down. You reached out, beginning to push Benny’s t-shirt up, and he slipped it over his head, tossing it to the floor.

Santiago’s lips latched onto the side of your neck while his hands grazed your wet core, prodding and teasing at your swollen clit. You grasped Benny’s jeans and boxers, pulling them downward, and he caressed your breasts with his palms. Behind you, Santi shrugged the rest of his clothing off as well, and you soon felt the press of his hard length against the swell of your ass.

Benny sought out your mouth with his, your lips caught in a demanding yet delicate battle, as Santiago began to walk backwards toward the bed, pulling both of you with him. He settled down on the bed, tugging you down into his lap, his cock resting thickly between your ass cheeks. You pulled Benny down to you, needily encouraging him to claim your mouth once more, and Santi snaked a hand around to your front, slipping a finger into your core.

Though he was hesitant to stop kissing you, Benny lowered himself to his knees, eager to taste you elsewhere. Santi, watching his movements, hooked his feet on the inside of your ankles, pulling your legs open wide for Benny. He pulled his finger out of you and licked your sticky arousal off of it.

Benny nosed the inside of your thighs, pressing searing kisses to your skin as he neared your glistening folds, entranced by the way your arousal continued to drip out of you. He glanced up at Santiago and asked in a husky voice, “She always this wet, Santi?”

You felt the rumble of Santi’s chest as he chuckled, “I guess you’ll just have to find out.”

A fresh wave of arousal scorched your insides at the implication behind his words. Did he want this to be a regular thing?

Benny raised his eyebrows, a small smile forming on his lips, before he turned his gaze to you. “This okay, honey?” he asked, gesturing toward where he was inches away from licking a hot stripe up your slit.

“Yeah, Benny, please,” you nodded, relaxing your body further into Santiago’s embrace.

If you thought Benny finger fucking you in your little jean shorts was something to moan over, you had another thing coming. Every muscle in your body contorted at the delicious feeling that tore through you as Benny began to brazenly lap at your folds with his dexterous tongue, breathy pants and moans falling from your lips in a symphony of pleasure.

“Oh my fucking GOD,” you choked out as he thrust his tongue inside of your hole, swirling and prodding at your walls as his nose pressed against your clit.

He pulled back slightly to chuckle, voice low and rough, “It’s Benny, sweetheart.”

Santi snickered, tilting your head to the side to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss. He slipped a finger into your mouth, beckoning you to suck on it, and then brought the spit-soaked digit between your bodies, brushing it over the tight ring of muscle that his dick was resting against.

“Santi, baby, please,” you whined, shifting your body slightly, and you gasped when his finger caught on the edge of your hole.

Benny paused his assault on your core for a moment to see what was getting you so worked up, and when he realized what Santi was doing, he looked up at you with a grin, lips shiny and wet. “You like that, honey?”

“I love it,” you managed to get out, voice nearly breaking.

Santi pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade and asked, “Benny, should I keep going?”

Benny smirked, lazily pumping two fingers in and out of your soaking wet hole. “Yeah, Pope. She’s been such a good girl for us. Let her have it.”

Santi slipped his finger fully into your ass just as Benny surged up to kiss you roughly, swallowing your wanton moan. As Benny’s lips slotted against yours, he crooked his fingers deep inside of you and pressed down hard on your clit with his thumb while Santi pumped his finger in and out of your other hole. Without warning, the tight coil inside of you snapped in a tidal wave of shrieking pleasure, and clear liquid came gushing out of your pussy, squirting all over Benny’s arm.

Santi supported you as your body went limp, and Benny dropped backward onto the floor. “Did you just…?” He began to ask.

“Oh yeah, she does that, too. A lot,” Santi confirmed.

Benny drug a hand through his hair—face flushed and chest heaving—and exclaimed, “That was so fucking hot.”

The three of you sat for a few moments catching your breath until Santi eventually spoke up, “How are you feeling? Do you still want to ride Benny’s cock, baby?”

Benny caught one of your legs with his hand, which you were swinging from the edge of the bed, and pressed a kiss to your ankle. You nodded, and Santi breathed out, “Good, because I’ve been waiting all night to watch this.”

Santi gestured for Benny to join the two of you on the bed, and he complied, settling down on his back with his head propped up on your pillows. Briefly, you found yourself hoping that the scent of his cologne would linger with you and Santi when you went to sleep later that night. You turned to Santi, running a hand through his curls and kissing him softly before crawling across the bed to where Benny was waiting.

You climbed up his tall, muscled form, feathering kisses along the various scars that adorned his body. Benny closed his eyes, mouth falling slightly open once your lips teased at the head of his hard cock, fingers digging into the sheets as you drug your mouth up his chest. His impatience won out when you nipped at his collar bone, and he pulled your head to his, enveloping your lips in a desperate kiss.

His lips stilled for a moment, and he broke the kiss, looking from you to Santiago. “Condoms?”

Santi shrugged. “We’re both clean.”

“I got tested after I came back from my trip,” Benny affirmed.

“Good, because I wanna feel you inside of me,” you told Benny.

Santi pinched the back of your thigh as he added offhandedly, “That’s it? I seem to remember you saying…oh, what was it? You want to be completely stuffed and dripping with Benny and I’s cum by the time we’re finished?”

Your face flushed at the memory of what Santi had pulled from your mouth mid-orgasm the night before. Benny’s cock twitched, and he swallowed. Santi tracked the movement and added casually, “Oh, yeah. That’s uh, covered, too. You can fill her up.”

Benny groaned as you began to slide your wet folds along his stiff cock, hands grasping your hips. You planted another kiss on his lips before slowly beginning to sink down on his cock, and Benny threw his head back and moaned. He kept his hold on your waist, ready to keep you balanced if the stretch of his cock inside of your tight core began to be too much. But you kept going, and your slick arousal edged his shaft deeper and deeper until he finally bottomed out. You collapsed forward against his chest, breathing heavily, his name falling from your lips in a rush.

“Fuuu–u-uck,” he gritted out as he felt the tight walls of your cunt pulse and flutter around his cock.

You attempted to lift yourself up, but your body trembled, overcome by the pleasure that seared through you from the sheer size of Benny’s cock filling you so completely.

“I’ve got you, honey,” Benny murmured as he tightened his grip on your hips and lifted you up, slowly thrusting his cock in and out of you, “You take my cock so fuckin’ good, beautiful.”

Santi let out a moan from where he was laid out beside you, eyes watching Benny’s cock sink into your cunt as he stroked his own throbbing length.

“Harder, Benny,” you whined, and before you realized what was happening, Benny flipped you over and began fucking you roughly into the mattress.

He lifted you by your hips, driving his cock deep inside of you, his hair falling into his eyes in a wild, sweaty mess. You head lolled to the side, and you met Santi’s blissed out gaze as he watched the two of you, completely and entirely enraptured by the sight of Benny pounding his cock into your cunt, fucking you within an inch of your life. Santi scooted closer, pumping furiously at his cock as he licked at the seam of your mouth.

“Santi, baby, I want you both to come inside of me at the same time,” you panted out.

Benny stilled, turning to Santiago as he reduced his thrusts to an excruciatingly slow drag. Santi motioned for him to flip you back over into your original position, which he did, and Benny carefully eased you back down onto his thick, waiting length. He pulled you down against him, kissing you languidly as Santi positioned himself behind you.

“Hey Benny, I’m going to fuck her ass, but let’s take turns with her pussy first,” Santi suggested.

You felt Benny’s cock throb inside of you, and he kissed you deeper, savoring the slide of your tongue against his before slowly lifting you off of his cock. Your empty hole fluttered for a moment, only to be filled a moment later by the thick, familiar stretch of Santiago’s cock. He thrust into you a few times and then pulled out, allowing Benny to stuff his dick back into your hole immediately after. Your entire body shook as they continued taking turns shoving their cocks in and out of your fucked out hole. At one point, they both shoved the heads of their cocks in at the same time, pausing for a second when they realized their mistake.

“Please,” you whimpered.

Benny chased your mouth with his, slotting your lips together, and he sheathed his dick inside of your tight pussy again right along with Santiago’s. They alternated thrusts, and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you gasped in ecstasy, stuffed so full with both their cocks nestled inside of you at the same time that you couldn’t even move. Your pulse began to quicken, and you met Benny’s gaze as burning hot bliss set your whole body aflame, your climax pulsating through you with the force of a lightning strike. Your cum dripped down both of their cocks, and Santi swiped it up, using the lubrication to begin scissoring his fingers into your other tight ring of muscle.

He prepped you quickly, wasting no time in stuffing his cock into your ass, and you moaned as Benny resumed his thrusts into your sensitive cunt. Both of them keyed up and nearly at their breaking points, it didn’t take long for Benny to begin shuddering beneath you, his orgasm hitting him hard as he shot his load inside of you, painting your walls with his hot seed. You remained nestled on Benny’s softening cock as Santi continued to chase his release, pounding his cock into you until he eventually cried out, dumping thick spurts of his cum into your asshole.

Santi collapsed onto the bed beside you, and Benny carefully pulled his cock out of you, laying you down on your back. He sat up, sliding down lower on the bed until he was nestled in between your legs, and he motioned for Santi to join him. You whined and keened as they began to take turns thrusting their tongues into your cunt, eating the thick globs of cum that were pouring out onto the sheets below. When the overstimulation became too much, you sat up, pulling them both up by their wrists to come and lie on either side of you.

You turned to Santi, unspoken words shared between the two of you as you pressed a tender kiss to his lips before rolling over to face Benny. Santi wrapped his arms around you from behind, holding you close, and you interlaced your fingers with Bennys as you brushed your nose against his. He brought his lips to yours and kissed you slowly.

You were on almost the brink of sleep when you eventually felt Benny shift, and your eyes snapped open, finding something conflicting swimming in his blue eyes. Santi immediately flapped a hand around, seeking out Benny’s arm, which he grasped firmly as he said, “Aren’t you staying?”

Santi propped his head up slightly, and Benny looked from you to him as he asked, “Do you…want me to stay?”

You swiveled your head to kiss Santi before turning back to face Benny. “Yes,” you said softly, ghosting your lips over Benny’s once more.

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romanarose · 7 months

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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!

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pimosworld · 1 month

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Unrequited

Pairing-Santiago Garcia x f!reader x Frankie Morales

Series Summary-Francisco was always afraid of settling down. He left Santiago to pick up the pieces after Colombia and now someone else is taking his place. Now he must cope with repairing the past without disrupting his future.

CW-18+,MDNI,Angst, Fluff, hurt/comfort, Frankie has a lot of apologies to hand out, lots of food references, fun game of poker and a revelation, more apologies and a proposition.

WC-5.9k

A/N- Happy Frankie Friday, our boy is still going through it a bit but that’s to be expected when you ghost your friends for three years. At least he has Benny for some comedic relief.

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Chapter II Pining

verb

gerund or present participle: pining

suffer a mental and physical decline, especially because of a broken heart.

You stretch your sore muscles as best you can with the human weight that is Santiago pressed against you, his arm holding you close even in sleep. You knew he was getting better and that he was starting to get over it but Frankie’s sudden appearance is causing a relapse in his behavior.

The mornings you got out of bed before him or took too long to tell him you were running late from work would be met with his frantic state of mind. Always afraid of being abandoned again, left without a word or goodbye. You assured him as much as you could that you would never do something like that. Months of convincing him to go to counseling was met with short words and utterings of I don’t have a problem. It wasn’t until he’d awoken to you crying and scared one night that he was yelling in his sleep that you were going to leave him that he finally caved and went.

Therapy helped tremendously but you can’t blame him after the harsh words that were spoken last night that he thinks you couldn’t hear. Venomous words spoken between ex lovers, hurt people hurt people.

So you lay here a little longer, waiting for him to stir awake so he doesn’t think you left him. You rub your legs together easing the sore ache from the previous night, trying to ignore your full bladder.

You can feel his lips on the back of your neck, slowly making their way down leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Good morning baby, how’d you sleep?” He doesn’t answer with words, just hums as he grinds his hips into you. Avoiding the question that you already know the answer to. His hand slides over your stomach, dipping lower before you gently grab his wrist pulling it to your lips as you turn to face him. “As much as I would love to do that again, I really need to pee.”

“Why didn’t you get up?” His sleepy voice cracks a little as he dips his head to kiss your neck. Your nails scratch at his scalp as you card through his salt and pepper curls. You tug on them eliciting a groan from him as he meets your eyes. You trace your thumb along the stubble of his jaw, memorizing every line and scar that you may have missed the last time you looked at him. He’s so distractingly handsome that you almost forgot he asked you a question. One that he already knows the answer to.

“I wanted to wait until you were awake.” You give him a wary smile almost ashamed to admit it, not wanting him to feel bad.

His face drops and he wraps his arms around you, rolling you on top of him until you’re almost falling out of the bed, forced to plant your feet on the cold hardwood floor. He whistles low as you pad to the bathroom, trying not to feel flustered knowing he’s checking you out. It doesn’t matter how long it’s been, he always makes you feel giddy.

When you exit the bathroom he’s propped up on one elbow holding the blanket up so you can join him in the warm confines of your bed. He shudders as your cold hands roam up his toned chest and wrap around his neck.

“You can’t be getting a uti because you’re afraid to wake me up cariño.” He half mumbles into your hair.

You sigh deeply. “I know…I just didn’t want you to wake up and not find me there.”

He kisses your forehead lingering briefly before speaking. “I know you’re worried about me with Frankie being here but I promise I’m okay.” He even thinks he sounds unsure of himself as he says it.

“I know you’re not okay and that’s fine, you just have to remember you’re not doing this alone.”

You’re an enigma, he thinks. How you manage to find the good in all situations. You’re the glass half full to his half empty. He was surviving before he met you and that was fine but he can’t go back to just surviving now that he knows what it’s like to be thriving.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He slides his hands up your back massaging and kneading the stress out of you.

“Mmmm…you’ve had your fair share of things you did to deserve being taken care of.” His stomach grumbles and you both chuckle. “Speaking of that…do you want me to make breakfast?”

“If I ever say no to your food I want you to shoot me.”

****

Frankie didn’t want to get out of bed, the exhaustion had fully settled in and he quickly realized how long it’s been since he actually rested. Constantly trying to stay busy to keep from actually feeling something. The conversation with Santiago had gone in the complete opposite direction he had hoped but he only had himself to blame. He didn’t expect to just waltz back into his life like nothing had happened but you being here was an unexpected surprise and most certainly changed his approach.

He’d never slept in the guest room so it went unnoticed at how beautiful the morning sun looked peaking through the curtains. The orange Santiago had insisted on painting one accent wall compliments it perfectly. It wasn’t until they bought this house that Frankie realized how much Santi cared about interior design. He wanted to tease him about it but opted not to when he saw how relaxed he was deciding on paint colors and furniture.

It’s an odd feeling washing over him as the smell of butter and cinnamon infiltrates his senses. It’s been too long since he’s awoken to the smell of anything other than stale cigarettes and last night's leftovers. He’s kicking the blankets off before he can register and rummaging through his bag for a pair of sweats. He can hear some soft singing coming from the kitchen as he makes his way down the hall. The smell is getting stronger as his stomach rumbles and Santiago comes into view, leaning back in the chair at the kitchen island as he not so subtly watches you retrieve the mystery item from the oven.

The man was always a perv when it came to checking him out and it seems nothing has changed. He can’t really blame him as he takes in your appearance. Another one of Santiago’s shirts adorning your frame and some of the shortest shorts he’s ever seen just barely covering your ass.

“Nice of you to join us.” Santi’s arms are crossed with a slight smirk at catching Frankie ogling you.

“Morning Francisco!” You’re beaming as you wipe your hands on a spare towel and begin to plate what he now sees to be biscuits. “I hope you’re hungry, I made cheddar honey biscuits, bacon and I’m about to start the eggs.” As if you couldn’t get any more perfect.

Santi gestures to the seat next to him and Frankie pulls out the chair, starting to feel a little less like a guest in his own home.

“How do you take your eggs?”

“Over medium” “Over medium”

If the tandem answer bothers you, you don’t show it as you expertly crack an egg into a bowl on the side of the stove and one into the pan. Santi adjusts next to him, seemingly a little flustered attempting to ignore his slip up.

“You don’t have to make-“

“Don’t be a martyr over eggs.” Santi cuts him off before he can finish and you turn, giving him a stern look before whisking the mixture in the bowl.

“At least he doesn’t eat them scrambled like a child.” You mutter under your breath and Frankie tries to hide his smile behind his hands as Santi flips him off.

“I heard that chiquita.” He teases and you shrug as you plate up the rest of Frankie’s food. Retrieving the bacon from the warm oven and setting two hefty biscuits next to it.

Frankie stares at the plate, much like he did last night and he doesn’t even know where to begin. That’s a lie actually, he knows as he dives into the biscuit without another word. The buttery flaky crust with a hint of something sweet hits his senses and he can’t help the moan that escapes him.

He can see your shoulders moving as you laugh and he doesn’t even care with how good this is. Your food is a religious experience that only a chosen few should get to enjoy. As he glances over at Santi eating in silence a tinge of jealousy sparks in him that he gets to indulge in this all the time. You,this food,this life. For now Frankie has to live with the choices he made.

“Don’t be shy Frankie there’s plenty more.” You politely cover your mouth while you eat your breakfast and somehow finish cleaning the mess in a matter of minutes.

Frankie leans back in his chair rubbing his belly unashamed. Santi glances over noticing the way he looks so content and a slight gleam in his eye. “So does this guy do anything around here?”

Santi stands from his chair gathering both of their plates. “I provide other services.” He kisses you on the cheek as you playfully swat at him. “I also wash the dishes.”

“You own a dishwasher.”

“Frankie I don’t make the rules, I just do what the lady asks.” Of course Santiago doesn’t notice that this is the first time he’s used his name, not his government name or his call sign or the dreaded name he gets when people are mad at him but his chosen name. Frankie watches you both as you exchange subtle glances, some unspoken language between the two of you that he used to understand but it’s been too long.

Without words Santi is grabbing things from the fridge and setting them out on the counter for you as you retrieve some bowls from the cabinet. You’re filling a large pot with water as Santi returns to his seat at the island having fulfilled his duties of making piles of unfinished ingredients on the table.

“How much time do I have?”

“We don’t have to be at Wills until one so don’t rush cariño.” Santi says as Frankie gives him a quizzical look. “Barbecue…you’re going.”

Frankie tries to school the expression on his face into a neutral one as his stomach drops. He knew he needed to talk to all of them eventually, but he didn’t anticipate it being his second day back. He knows he can’t avoid the conversation forever and the sooner he rips the band aid the better. There’s too much weighing on his shoulders that he needs to get off so they can all live better lives. At least Frankie hopes after he talks to them that they are appreciative and see all he’s done to get back in their good graces.

“If I don’t make this pasta salad Benny will kill me.” He realizes after a moment that you’re speaking to him and he can’t wipe this dumb look off his face.

“Well if it’s anything like I’ve had already I can see why he’s obsessed.” You smile up at him as you chop some bell peppers with perfect precision. He’s not sure how you’ve not cut yourself as he looks from your eyes to the cutting board, but it’s almost reminiscent of how he feels when he’s flying; effortless.

Frankie finally breaks your gaze as you turn around to pour the pasta in the boiling water. Santi’s eyes bore into him as he leans back in his chair with his arms crossed. Santiago was never good at subtlety, especially when it came to his outward appearance. If he had to title this one it would read if you keep flirting with her I’ll smother you with a pillow.

****

The three of you are in Santi’s Jeep on the way to Will's house. You insisted after going back and forth with Frankie to the point of awkwardness that he sit in front. You hilariously and completely ended the argument when you sat in the back and shrugged your shoulders knowing Santi would riot if he was made out to be some chauffeur with you both in the back.

The car smells divine…you managed to make two types of salad, some cupcakes and those cookies he can’t stop thinking about. Frankie’s recently caught wondering how Santi is still in such good shape with the way you cook. He watches the way his muscles strain against the black tee shirt as he shifts gears. The way his jeans fit his thighs just right as he-

“Something on your mind Fish?” He’s been caught this time and it certainly won’t be the last time.

Frankie’s eyes meet yours in the rearview mirror. “Nothing…Just wondering how you still have a waistline when you live with Julia Child.”

You laugh and bite down on your lip to stop it from bubbling over in full blown hysterics. Frankie looks away but you don’t miss the way he smiles as his tongue pokes out from between his teeth.

Frankie stares out the window, something blooming in his stomach at the way he made you laugh again. It’s infectious and at this point he doesn’t even care…he knows full well that if he looks to his left he’ll see the second chapter of Santi’s death glare titled keep it up and I’ll crash this car.

****

It’s not a far drive to Will's house, but there was no way they were walking in the Florida heat with all this food in tow. Frankie swallows hard as Santi makes the last turn down their street. He has seen this house many times, it still sits beautifully at the end of the block nestled among two live oak trees in the front yard. The most unique house on the block and the largest backyard. He helped Benny and Will look for it so they could all be close to each other. The plan fell into place just before they left for Colombia. They closed on the house one month before leaving and for that Frankie is relieved to see all was not lost in that jungle.

He rubs his clammy hands along his jeans as Santi parks the car in the long driveway. He waits for a moment as you both exit the car to gather the supplies. He wants to get in the driver's seat and head home or maybe just get out and walk straight to the airport. Anything to avoid the possible rejection he faces when he walks into Wills backyard to see his best friends brothers again.

The passenger side door is opened for him and you’re standing there expectantly with your hand out. “He said you might need some help.”

It feels childish and yet he needs it all the same as he takes your hand in his and steps out of the Jeep. It’s so small in his as you lace your fingers and pull him to the front door instead of the side gate to spare him a brief moment to gather his thoughts. He lets you lead as he tries not to step on your feet that need a few more strides than him as you approach the large wooden door.

The house is pristine and cozy on the inside as you enter. Santiago’s in the open concept kitchen putting away all the goods you made as Frankie looks around for anyone else. You squeeze his hand once before letting go to join him in the kitchen.

“Ben already took the pasta salad so that’s as good as gone.” Santiago says as he cracks open a beer and hands it to Frankie. Anything to take the edge off.

“I’m gonna go find Emma babe.” You kiss Santi on the cheek as you exit the kitchen leaving the two men alone.

Frankie’s eyes go wide as you shriek from the patio and Santi laughs. “Put me down Ben!”

Bennys voice is carried away with the sound of the music over the outside speakers. “Not a chance sweetheart.”

Santi nods to Frankie as he takes a huge swig of his beer. “Let’s head outside before she kills him.”

****

“Nice to finally meet you Frankie.” Will’s wife Emma is just as he pictured. Tall brunette with perfect hair and an even more perfect smile. She’s been kind enough to show him around the house and the yard as a means of distraction from the not so warm welcome he got from Will.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” He sounds like a kid that just got scolded for stealing as he removes his hat and scrubs his fingers through his hair. Emma’s showing him the room Benny is in. He spent what little money he had to open his own gym so they’re graciously letting him stay to save some money. Frankie feels particularly guilty about that right now but soon that will change.

“The office will hopefully be a nursery soon.” She turns to him offering a genuine smile. “Then we’ll have a live-in babysitter.”

“I’m hoping you don’t mean Benny.” Frankie chides as she throws her head back and laughs.

“He’s not all that bad and he could do with some practice.” Emma motions with her hands as she finishes the tour and Frankie feels like he’s having some sort of out of body experience. Walking through the home that he helped pick out so that Will could start a family. Everyone was doing exactly what they set out to do and Frankie was just…idling.

“Frankie?” She’s staring at him now, nearly eye to eye with him as she places her hand gently on his elbow so as not to startle him. He supposed she’s used to dealing with spooked vets by now. It’s almost like approaching a caged animal. “He’ll come around…I know he loves you, he just needs some time.”

Frankie’s too embarrassed to ask if she means Santi or Will so he just nods and says ‘thank you’.

****

Frankie’s on his second helping of pasta salad as he sits at a table with the guys and some of Benny's friends from the gym listening to Santi drone on about his security consulting business. Of course Santiago found a way to travel around telling other people how to do their job.

Frankie looks up from his plate to see Will staring daggers at him. He’s a coward to look away but he’s not ready to face that scrutiny. It’s not much better as his line of vision drifts to you and Emma laying out by the pool talking and laughing. The sun is beating down on his neck as a bead of sweat trickles down his spine. You roll to your front on the lounger and untie the strings of your top. The white bikini already left little to the imagination and now he can just barely see the soft curve of your breast as you adjust to get comfortable.

“They’re perfect aren’t they. ” Frankie nearly jumps out of his skin at the sound of Ben’s voice in his ear.

“What?!”

“Emma and Will…I saw her giving you a tour earlier.” Ben winks at him as he steals a bite from Frankie’s plate. Frankie starts to speak but Ben cuts him off and leans in closer. “I know everyone has already given you enough shit so I’m not going to. I just hope you’re here to stay.”

“I am.” Frankie says it a little louder than he intended and he can feel Will and Santi’s eyes on him. The mindless chatter amongst the table has continued but the four of them are waiting on a limb as Frankie realizes this is the first time he’s actually said it. “I’m making plans to stay.”

Santi raises his eyebrows in surprise as Will finally speaks. “You gonna find a flying gig?”

Frankie doesn’t really need to work but he supposes he’ll go crazy if he doesn’t find something to occupy his mind. “I don’t know yet but I’ve got some money saved until I figure it out.” He takes a sip of his beer to disguise the little white lie.

Ben slaps him on the back and he splutters his beer. “You can come help me at the gym.” Ben’s shadow boxing him as he tries to clear his throat. “Let’s see if this old man can still spar with the great Benjamin Miller.” His friends at the table roll their eyes along with the rest at his large ego.

Frankie points the butt of his empty bottle at the younger man. “Ben, I can still kick your ass.”

“Is that so?”

Frankie nods slowly.

“I don’t think he can climb a flight of fucking stairs.” Will's voice cuts in and the table goes silent. There’s a slight smirk on his face as Benny erupts in laughter next to him. Santi drops his head to the table as the rest of the men join in and for a fleeting moment it all feels like it used to.

****

The parties died down a bit and it’s just the guys left while you and Emma say your goodbyes. The boys are staying for poker and that will give Frankie the perfect opportunity to talk to them. He’s not sure how much longer he could hold it in.

“Are you sure you’ll be fine walking home?” You approach Santi and the guys around the kitchen island.

“They’ll both survive.” Will answers for him as he finishes the dishes in the sink.

“Cariño please don’t wait up for me this time.” Santi says through gritted teeth as he pulls you into a hug, kissing you on the cheek. Ben steps up behind him making mock kissing gestures and Will grabs him by the collar dragging him off to the garage.

Frankie awkwardly starts to walk away and leave you two alone when you call out to him.

“Francisco Morales…make sure he doesn’t gamble all his money away.” It’s said in jest as you gather your things to leave.

“I’ll do my best, hermosa but I make no promises.”

Frankie’s sure you don’t notice the slip up as you wave them goodbye and exit the front door. Heat creeps up his neck and he doesn’t even want to look Santi in the eyes.

“Hermosa hmmm?” Santi nods his head toward the garage door and steps beside him. “I see you still get flustered when beautiful people use your full name.”

Frankie follows closely behind as he breathes out through his nose.

This was going to be a very long night.

****

They’ve got him all wrong.

What started out as a fun game of poker quickly became a tense game of figuring out what Frankie’s play was. They’ve wrongly mistaken his nervous face for a poker face and everyone keeps folding.

Just spit it out

Frankie’s sitting here in Will's converted three car garage. Half of it was a shop to work on his motorcycle and whatever project his mind needed to keep him occupied. The other half is almost an exact replica of their favorite bar, all the way down to the teak wood flooring and an old school saloon type dresser with a roll top bar in front. He’s been trying to admire all the work he’s put in. The pool table and matching poker table just add to the charm.

You’re stalling

“Fish, what’s your move?” Santiago’s voice is dripping with annoyance as Will stares down his cards like they’re going to change suits right in front of him.

He stares down at his hand and the pile of chips in front of him. He actually has a good hand this time, three of a kind and pocket aces.

It’s not about the money

“All in.” He pushes his chips in the middle while Santi and Will quickly follow suit. Benny scoffs from behind the bar as he pours himself another beer having lost all his chips ages ago.

“You losers are gonna fall for it again?”

“Who are you calling a loser?” Will chides the younger man as Santi laughs behind his cards.

“I can read this pendejo like a book…he doesn’t have shit.” Santi says the last part playfully but the first part used to ring true.

Frankie lays down his cards and Will curses under his breath and throws his face down. Bennys laughing to himself over in the corner but Santiago’s grin is deepening by the second. It takes more muscles to frown, which is why he thinks Santi has such strong features. When he smiles though…it almost knocks him off his feet.

A trickle of sweat runs down Frankie’s back as Will raises an eyebrow at Santi. He leans back in his chair crossing his arms. “Let’s see ‘em Pope.”

Money,Money,Money

Ten,Jack,Queen,King,Ace. Each flick of his wrist and the sound of the cards on the table as Santiago draws out his torture echo in the room. He leans in dramatically, dragging all the chips to sit in front of him. The sound of Benny whooping behind him and Will’s slow clap is drowned out by the ringing in his ears as he stares at the Royal Flush in the suit of hearts. Okay karma,you made your point.

“I went back for the money.”

He knew there was no right way to drop this kind of bomb on them. Judging by the silence in the room, perhaps there was a wrong way.

It’s so quiet you can hear the rustling of the chips settled in front of Santi falling by the wayside.

Will locks eyes with Frankie as he leans back in his chair. The weight of what he just said hits him like a ton of bricks.

“So we’re rich.” Ben’s voice cuts through the silence as he pours himself another drink.

“Ben, are you kidding me!” Will goes to stand as Santi lays a gentle hand on him urging him backwards.

As crass as it may sound coming out of the younger man’s mouth he couldn’t hide from it anymore. “Ya Ben, we’re rich.”

“Why?” Santi sounds calmer than he would’ve imagined after being silent for so long. He expected a fight from him, yelling and cursing. Frankie’s brain is doing somersaults trying to keep up with his emotions. Did he want Santi to yell? To tell him he was wrong for putting his life in danger.

Maybe there’s some weird fucked of part of Frankie that wants to be treated like a martyr so he can justify all the shit he’s put them through these last few years. Or maybe it’s just hard for him to realize that Santi was capable of changing for the right person.

“I did it for you…for us.” Frankie corrects although he’s not sure why. He could be nothing but honest in front of the men he risked his life for.

Santi huffs a laugh as he shifts in his seat to look at Frankie. He picks up a stray chip rolling it on top of his fingers, some nervous tick he picked up during their army days. “You sure you didn’t do it for you.” There he is.

“What the fucks that suppposed to mean.” Frankie bites out ready for a fight. The fight he’s wanted since he landed here, back home.

“You’re gonna tell me that you didn’t go on some suicide mission without telling us…” He takes a moment to calm his breathing and lower his voice. “You did this so you could come back with something. To show us that you didn’t just leave everything for no reason. That you didn’t walk away from the best thing in your life because you got scared.” He tosses the chip and it lands in front of Frankie as Ben whistles low under his breath.

Santiago always had a way with words. He could rally the team when they were feeling down or nervous about a mission. He could convince higher ups to do things for him and make it seem like it was their idea to begin with. He could charm the pants off anyone he laid his sights to for one night or wax poetic to the love of his life.

He could also make his words cut like a knife. Those same words could make any bullet Frankie’s ever taken feel like a bee sting in comparison. If Frankie wanted him to see that he’s changed he was going to half to meet him more than half way. He’s wounded and hurt, absolutely incapable of seeing anything besides what he’s been through the last three years.

“You’re right.” Foreign words leave his lips not often spoken to the man with the ego the size of Texas. Frankie scrubs his jaw, kneading his fingers in that spot of patchy beard. “You’re right Santiago, I didn’t want to come back empty handed with nothing to show for myself. I felt like a failure after Colombia.”

“We all did.” Will cuts in as he slaps his hand down on the table. Loose chips falling to the floor.

Frankie lets out a long sigh. “I know man…I don’t mean.” Frankie underestimated how much damage he had done. Not just to Santi but to everyone. “I’m sorry. This was the only way I knew how to apologize, even if it comes off wrong I don’t regret one second of it. We all deserve this money and you know that.” He points at Will before continuing. “You can be mad at me all you want, I'm not running this time. I’m gonna stay and fix this even if it takes me the rest of my life.”

Santi stands abruptly, saluting Ben and squeezing Will's shoulder as he exits the garage.

Will slides the small notepad for scratch paper towards him, scribbling down some numbers. He clicks the pen and tosses the notepad to Frankie as he stands from the poker table. “I suppose this is my fault.”

Frankie tilts his head in question.

“I gave those coordinates to Pope.” He clicks his tongue as he rests his hands on the table next to him, eyes drawing up in mischief. “But he told me he lost them.”

Frankie stares down at a long list of numbers. “What’s this?”

“My banking info.” Will looks at him then a little more tired behind the eyes than he’s ever seen. “I love you Fish, he loves you too.” Will slaps him on the back and exits the garage leaving Frankie with the younger Miller.

Frankie doesn’t turn around but he can picture Ben behind him. “Goodnight Ben, my favorite and only brother in the world. I love you soooo much.” He’s definitely miming with his hands. “Goodnight Will, even though you’re a pain in my ass I wouldn’t know what to do without you.”

Frankie laughs a little bit. It's short lived as a cold piece of ice hits the back of his neck running down his shirt right into the open crack of his jeans.

“What the fuck Ben!” Frankie turns in his seat to see him crunching on some ice. He narrowly misses another piece thrown at his head.

“I want my money by tomorrow.” He does his worst impression of a mobster as he leaves Frankie alone in the garage.

****

Santi sits on the curb in front of Will’s house as he hangs his head in his hands. Thankfully for him it’s a decently cool night compared to the awful humidity he’s usually subjected too. He often wonders why they all settled here instead of somewhere off the grid. It’s comforting in a sense, it feels like home.

It’s tearing him up inside holding onto all this anger for Frankie when he really just wants to tell him he loves him. He thought he would feel better after getting it all out, finally laying down his cards so to speak. It brewed somewhere underneath for all those years and as cathartic as it was to say it out loud it didn’t change what happened.

Now he’s left seemingly with everything he could possibly want and he feels numb.

Santi hears the front door close softly behind him as Frankie makes his way down the path. He doesn’t want to argue anymore, he just wants to let this all go and finally live a peaceful life with enough money to make sure he’ll never have to sweat again.

“I don’t want to fight with you anymore.” He looks up to Frankie holding out his hand to help him off the curb. “Please forgive me.” His soft brown eyes look down at him. The ones he could never resist even if he tried.

He accepts his hand as he hoists him off the ground dusting off his jeans. “I forgave you a long time ago Fish.I had to for my own sanctity.”

If it’s a misstep he doesn’t correct himself. Sanity or sanctity aside, he knows hating someone for that long will eat you alive. “I would not be capable of loving her the way that I do, if I had not forgiven you.”

“Do you still love me?” Frankie asks, as selfish as it may be. Not entirely sure of what answer he’s expecting.

He’s backlit by the street lamps creating a soft halo around his brown and graying curls. Santiago has pictured them doing this walk so many times in his dreams. Moving here to start a life with him, walking home after a long day of hanging out with their brothers to head home and curl up in the soft sheets of the master bedroom.

“I never stopped loving you.” Frankie takes his hand then and he doesn’t pull away. “I never could even if I tried.”

Santi’s trying not to get choked up as he stares at their hands. Frankie grips his chin tilting it up towards him but he abruptly pulls away.

“I thought you said-“

“I know what I said. I love you.” He gestures between them. “But this…can’t happen without her.”

Frankie’s nostrils flare as he gives him an aporetic look.

“Don’t give me that shit Frankie, I see the way you look at her.”

“Looking isn’t illegal.” His possessiveness over someone that doesn’t belong to him comes out harsher than he intended.

“No you’re right it’s not, but you can’t have your cake and eat it too.” Santi spits back at him as he glances over at the house that’s no longer Will’s. “Let’s keep moving.”

Santi gets two steps ahead before Frankie yanks his arm back bringing him face to face. Daring him to call his bluff.

“Isn’t that what you’re telling me…that I can have my cake and eat it too.” His body’s pressed against his, they’re so close he can breathe his air as he practically spits fire.

“Yes Francisco, that’s what I’m telling you.” He gently prys Frankie’s hand from his arm putting some space between them. “But I’m not doing it behind her back.”

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I'm having a Sparks and Benny thought here. Based on this pic. Both of them arrive at home from a Xmas party at Will's. Things got hot really quick.

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The Party

Pairing: Benny Miller x “Sparks” f!reader

Word Count: 1300+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

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“Did we really have to dress all fancy?” Benny whines, rolling his shoulders to shift the suit jacket a little.

“It’s Will and Makayla’s first New Year’s living together and they wanted to be fancy,” I explain as I knock on the door to Will and Makayla’s place.

“I guess.”

“Plus, it’s my first as Mrs. Miller and I wanted to look pretty.”

Benny’s eyes soften as he looks me, the edges of his gaze darkening. “You’re always gorgeous, Mrs. Miller.” He grips my hips and pulls me to him, releasing one hand to tip my chin up, kissing me softly, the heat slowly warming.

“Get your own porch, asshole.” Will had opened the door and was standing there smirking.

“You’re right. I’ll just take my wife home then,” Benny pulls me in the direction of his jeep.

“Nice try. Makayla would kill me if you guys didn’t show up. Come on in.” He opens the door wide and motions for us to enter, fist bumping Benny as he walks past.

Makayla had gone all out, everything sparkling in silver, gold, and black, like a modern day Gatsby party. People had already arrived and Benny steers me towards Frankie and Monica, Santi off in the corner making out with a girl, whom I shockingly recognize.

“Is Santi with the same girl he brought to the bar a month ago?” I whisper to Frankie and Monica.

She nods. “Yeah! I think this one is sticking around, surprisingly enough.”

We chat with them for a bit, Makayla flitting over for a few minutes before being whisked away on a champagne emergency. The music is going, some people getting up to dance. Will recruits Benny to help him with something in the kitchen, so I pull Monica onto the dance floor, whispering to her that we’re going to be menaces to our respective husbands.

We start dancing to the upbeat song, hands on each others hips as we sway and move to the song, her spinning me around so my back is flush with her front. And that’s when I see him, Benny, emerging from the kitchen and freezing, his eyes on me as I dance. Judging by the light chuckle in my ear from Monica, I’m guessing she caught Frankie’s eye too.

“Wanna torture them some more, Sparks?” She says close to my ear.

“Hell yeah.”

I follow her lead, moving my body as she guides me, our hips moving in tandem as she pulls me closer to her. For good measure, I lift my arm, wrapping it around the back of her head, trying not to giggle when she squeezes just a little too much on my inner hips. And then the song ends, Monica and I laughing as she hugs me.

“That was way too much fun, Sparks.”

“Yeah it was. Did you see their-”

Suddenly, Monica was ripped from my grasp, Frankie’s hand firmly clamped around her upper arm, a smirk and a wink tossed my way from her as he steers her away through the group of people.

“You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” Benny had snuck up behind me, his hands now on my hips, his nose nuzzling in my hair as he speaks low in my ear.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was dancing, good sir.”

He chuckles and it makes goosebumps pop up down my arm. “Yeah. Dancing. Sure.” He makes to pull me away, to find some secluded spot but then Will clanks a spoon on a glass and everyone turns, Benny groaning a little too loud so I elbow him softly in the ribs.

Will puts his arm around Makayla next to him before speaking. “I just want to thank everyone for coming. We’re so excited to share our first New Year’s Eve with everyone we love and we’ve been working hard- ok. Makayla has been working hard. I just do what she says,” laughing flits around the group as Makayla playfully slaps his chest, leaving her hand on his toned pec. “But seriously. Thank you guys. Here’s to another great year!”

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The toast was had, the ball was dropped, the midnight kiss was a little too risque between you and Benny, Will not so covertly throwing an empty Solo cup at Benny’s head.

“Ugh I’ve been dying to take these shoes off all night!” I groan, kicking my heels off and plopping down in one of our comfy chairs.

“You looked hot though.”

“That’s the price of fashion. Pain.”

He chuckles as he removes his jacket, revealing that he wore a simple, plain black shirt underneath it, the fabric stretching and pulling as he tosses the jacket on the back of the couch and sits with a sigh. I look over at him, feeling warm watching his movements.

“Did..did you really wear a black t-shirt under your dress jacket?”

Benny looks down at his shirt, his eyebrows pulled together. “Should I not have?”

“No, no. I think it works.”

He brushes his chest and I almost come unglued. “Good.”

“Wanna see what’s under mine?”

His big blue eyes snap to mine. “Fuck yeah I do.”

I get up, standing in front of him as I pull my dress over my head, hearing his sharp intake of breath as I reveal his favorite lingerie set on me, complete with black garter belts.

“You…you had this on the whole time?”

I nod, moving to straddle him. He grips my hips, sliding his hands up to my ribs as he kisses my chest, his mustache tickling my skin causing me to chuckle. But then he grips me tight, standing abruptly and sets me in the chair, draping each of my legs over the arms of the chair. He kneels, his eyes dark and all-consuming as he stares between my legs.

“Can you buy new underwear?”

“I think so.”

I barely get my reply out before he grips my panties, ripping the part that covers me, tucking the ripped ends up. His large hands squeeze my inner thighs and before I can say anything, his mouth is on me, warm and lapping, my legs trying to squeeze around him. He holds me open, his fingers digging deeper into my skin as I moan his name, electric sparks rolling over me as his tongue changes patterns. One of my hands grips the chair and the other moves to his hair, tugging hard and whining when his growl vibrates me.

“Oh fuck! Ben, I -” The sounds he pulls from me are loud and grateful, Benny leaving his mouth on me to work me down. But I don’t have time to relax as he stands, pulling me up only to spin me, pushing my upper back down, the sound of a zipper loud in the quiet apartment. He drags himself through the wetness between my thighs before pushing and I slap the chair, trying to find something, anything to grip.

“Can’t believe you were wearing this the whole night and didn’t tell me,” Benny pants behind me, setting a rougher pace just hear the panted whines tumble from my lips.

My hands scramble, still trying to find purchase as he presses harder, faster, but then he folds himself over me, engulfing me from behind, his large hands sliding down my arms, his fingers lacing with mine, holding my hands as he continues to push in further. I turn my head to the side, feeling myself hurtle towards the edge again as he brushes against that spot at the back of me.

“Oh fuck, Benny! Please..please!” I come, tightening around him, his breaths panting out across my neck as he buries his face, turning his head slightly to bite my shoulder as he comes, his hips pushing in a few more times as he releases. His bite turns to kisses, nuzzling into my hair before he whispers.

“I love you, Sparks.”

I manage to finally catch my breath. “Don’t you mean Mrs. Miller?”

“Fuck!” He pulls out but stands, picking me up to throw me over his shoulder with a squeal as he stomps down the hallway, spending the next few hours showing me exactly what being called Mrs. Miller does to him.

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The Pilot and his Girl - ch. 30

We left Frankie in a pretty bad state at the end of the last chapter and now we need to get through that as his girl and the guys begin to really worry about where his actions are leading him. And Joel steps in of course, but perhaps not in the best way.

I just want to add too, that this chapter included a conversation that has been a long time coming but it was very hard to write since neither man wants to talk about it and I can just hope I did them both justice.

I just want to add too, since some people are nervous about it; I LOVE hearing your thoughts and comments on what I write, even if the chapter is months and months old! It's my favourite thing about posting here and on Ao3, hearing your thoughts as you read through the fic, so please, share with me!

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Chapter 31 - Warnings have their own post - Word count: 7.7k

You wake with a start, your body jerking you awake with panicked breaths. The bedroom is light, the window faces south and a weak sun is glinting through the closed curtain which means you slept far longer than usual, the sun rises late in the Massachusetts winter months. You rush to push back the comforter and hurry out into the living room. The blanket is pushed back on the couch and Frankie is not there, and not in the kitchen either. As you turn to the bathroom you see what’s missing, his boots, his jacket and backpack.

“Fuck!” you groan loudly and run back to the bedroom, grabbing your clothes from last night and rushing to put them on. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You feel an urgent need to get to Frankie, to talk to him. It’s not like him to leave, certainly not in the middle of an argument, and never, ever, has he left in the morning without saying anything to you. Something is not right, it feels like the two of you have crossed a line that you need to get you both back behind.

You tie your boots and shrug your winter coat on, your first stop is Pope’s place. You hammer on his door and he throws it open, his face falling when he sees your expression.

“Frankie came home drunk last night and now he’s left again, I don’t know where he is!” you blurt out as Pope lets you into his apartment.

“Slow down, hermana,” he says, grabbing hold of your shoulders, steadying you, “From the beginning.”

“Frankie and I got into an argument about what he did when he was on that run with Will, he couldn’t understand why I thought he was too violent,” you say, trying to calm yourself, but your hands are shaking and Pope grabs them, holding them together between his own. “Then Joel came by, right in the middle of it, something about planning a new run, and Frankie just left with him, saying he needed to think. And then he came back late last night , really drunk and passed out on the couch, and now he’s gone! He never leaves without saying goodbye and I don’t know where he is!” Your voice breaks on the last word and Pope lets go of your hands, bending down to grab his boots.

“We’ll go find him, we’ll go to Benny’s first, Tommy said something yesterday about meeting there.” He looks up at you while he laces his boots, “Don’t worry, hermana, it’s early still, he can’t have gone that far.”

…

“Tell me again what this FEDRA guy told you about the raiders?” Benny asks Joel as they duck under a broken piece of the highway and head into an old sewage tunnel.

“A small FEDRA patrol saw a bunch of them down in Dorchester, if we take them out, we get to keep the supplies,” Joel replies, stepping around a dead rat.

“And you trust this guy?”

“Yeah, he owes me a favor, I saved his ass a couple of times. And he’s given me tips before, they’ve always been solid, nothing this big though.”

“Alright, as long as you think it’s a legit tip,” Benny nods and falls back a bit, Frankie’s right behind him, Tommy taking up the rear.

“You ok, Fish? You look a bit pale,” Benny says, his voice lower for the benefit of his friend.

“Yeah, just slept like shit, and we had a fucking early wake up call,” Frankie grumbles, pulling the bill of his cap down lower over his eyes.

“Tell me about it,” Benny sighs, “Eve just woke up to say goodbye, then she went right back to sleep. Wish I could’ve stayed in bed with her.”

“Mmhm, same,” Frankie mutters, pausing as they come to the end of the tunnel.

“Ok, on your toes now, we've got to go out in the open here,” Joel says, waving the other three men forwards.

…

The trek down to Dorchester is smooth, and it doesn’t take long for them to find the raiders' small camp. They’ve set up on the top floor of an office building and Benny and Frankie silently take out the two guards at the bottom of the stairs. It gets messy when they reach the top and they have to open fire but Joel tosses in a homemade smoke bomb and after that they can just pick off the raiders as they come stumbling out.

They pick through the raider’s supplies and fill their packs, it’s a pretty good haul and Benny starts searching for any food they might’ve hidden, coming across a door that’s been blocked off with a filing cabinet.

“Hey, Catfish! Give me a hand with this!” he calls to Frankie, “Cover me in case they’ve locked a fucking infected in here or something.”

Frankie stands a few feet from the door with his rifle raised as Benny puts his shoulder to the filing cabinet and pushes it out of the way. The door swings open and Benny jumps out of the way.

“Oh fuck, shit! Man, that’s foul!”

The dead boy of a young woman falls out across the doorway, her body must’ve been propped against the door, and judging by the stench, she’s been dead a while. The body of another young woman is curled up on a dirty mattress, she’s less far gone, her emaciated features still clear. Both women are naked and Benny swallows hard and glances back at Frankie as they both realize why the women were locked up.

“We should’ve killed those fucking raiders slower,” Frankie growls, turning away from the room and Benny follows him.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here and back to the QZ”.

Back down at street level again Joel takes the lead and moves down the way they came, covering a couple of blocks before Benny suddenly signals for everyone to halt.

“Heads up, I hear a car,” he calls in a low voice to the others.

“More raiders,” Joel says, “C’mon, we’ll ambush them, this is the only cleared street.” He looks around the block they’re on and points to cars that have been pushed aside on either side of the street. “Frankie, Benny, hide behind either car, cover me. Tommy, get behind me. I’ll make them stop, usual way should work, if not, just shoot ‘em.”

“Joel, you sure?” Benny interrupts, “How do we know they’re raiders? We should hang back and observe, see if they go for the base we cleared.”

“No, then we just have to clear them out again and this time they’ll be on their guard,” Joel scowls, “Get in position!”

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Benny shakes his head, looking over at Frankie who’s already moved into cover, “Fish? You ok with this?”

“Joel’s right, it’s probably the same group of raiders, we need to take them out.”

“Get in position, Benjamin, or stay the fuck out of our way, they’re almost here,” Joel points to the other car, staring at Benny. The younger man takes a deep breath, glancing over at Frankie again who motions with his head to get behind the car.

“Fuck!” Benny growls and grips his rifle, ducking behind cover with an angry scowl.

Joel quickly gets into position as the rumbling engine comes closer, keeping an eye out for the car. As it gets closer Benny sees it, it’s a small beat up sedan with several bullet holes in the sides. He glances over at Frankie and gives him a hand signal, indicating three people inside. Frankie nods and passes on the message to Tommy just as the car drives down the block they’re on. Ahead of him, Benny suddenly hears Joel give up a loud shout, stumbling out of the alley into the path of the car, his hand clutching his side, the other raised to the driver.

The others watch, guns ready and hidden out of sight, as the car barrells towards Joel, who’s staggering across the road. Suddenly the driver slams the brakes and the car skids to a halt in front of Joel. From his hiding place Benny sees the driver open the door and step up on the instep, aiming a gun at Joel.

“Hey, I-I need help, p-please,” Joel stutters, holding up the hand that’s not holding his side, where he’s conveniently hidden his handgun.

“What’s wrong with you?” the driver calls as Joel stumbles closer, the man is still half hidden behind the door and Joel’s trying to get around to his side so he half falls to the side, taking several stuttering steps sideways.

“You infected?” the driver says, following Joel with his gun, “Can’t help you then I’m afraid.”

“R-raiders,” Joel coughs, “ran into a whole bunch.”

Benny looks over at Frankie, he’s got a clear shot at the driver and he’s aiming at him. Benny signals at him to hold his fire, these guys don’t sound like raiders, but Frankie’s shaking his head, squeezing his rifle as the man continues to keep his gun on Joel.

“Be careful, Dan!” a man in the car suddenly calls and Joel straightens up, pulling his gun, aiming at the man. A shot rings out and the driver slumps forward, a clean shot though his head.

“God dammit, Frankie!” Benny yells, lifting his own rifle as the man in the car dives for the fallen man’s gun. Joel fires on him but misses and the man takes off running. On his right Ben hears Tommy open fire on the third person in the car as Joel yells.

“Shoot his leg, Frankie, take him down alive!” The man is running as fast as he can down the block but two shots ring out and he yells, tumbling to the ground as blood bursts from his thigh.

“Secure him, Benny,” Frankie yells and advances on the car, rifle raised. Benny keeps his gun on the fallen man and moves up to him, he’s splayed on his back, gripping his thigh, whimpering.

“Oh fuck, please, please don’t kill me!” he says, trying to crawl backwards away from Benny.

“Just stay still, I’m not gonna hurt you unless you give me a reason,” Benny says, keeping his distance as he glances back at the car. Frankie’s jogging towards him and behind him, Joel steps into the car and a woman screams.

“No, no, don’t hurt her! She’s my sister!” the man on the ground shouts and Benny turns his head back to him as Frankie joins him.

“What’s going on, Fish?” he says in a voice low enough for the man not to hear.

“The third passenger is a woman, Joel’s questioning her about who they are and where they’re going.”

“Fish! These guys are obviously not raiders, what the fuck are we doing?” Benny glances back at the car as another high pitched scream comes from the woman and the man on the ground shouts.

“Get off her you fucking prick! I’m gonna fucking kill you!”

Frankie raises his rifle and aims at the man, “Easy there, he’s just questioning her.”

“What the fuck, Frankie, this is not how we treat civilians!”

“What fucking civilians? We can’t trust anyone, Benny, you saw what the raiders did to those two women!” Frankie growls.

“Yeah, but these guys are barely armed!” Benny nudges the dropped gun on the ground with his boot, badly maintained and rusty.

“And how the fuck were we supposed to know that?” Frankie asks, his rifle still trained on the bleeding man who’s whimpering, clutching his leg and looking towards the car.

“Maybe we don’t attack just anyone who drives past!” Benny hisses at Frankie, his eyebrows drawn tight with anger and frustration. “This is so fucked up, Fish!”

“Is he still alive?” Joel barks as he walks over, leaving Tommy to watch over the woman in the car.

“Yeah, but he’s bleeding, we need to get a tourniquet on that leg soon,” Benny replies, “Joel, what the fuck are we doing here? These guys are not raiders.”

Joel doesn’t reply, instead he walks up to the man on the ground and kneels down, Frankie’s gun is still trained on him, but Benny has let his drop, pointing it at the ground instead.

“You sister is it?” he asks of the man, putting his hand over the gunshot wound on the thigh.

The man nods, looking petrified under Joel’s hard stare.He yelps loudly when Joel’s hand squeezes the injured area, digging his fingers in.

“Your sister told me where you came from, and where you’re going. You’d better tell me the same thing she did, or I’m telling my guy over there to shoot her knee off, you understand?” Joel’s voice is hard and low, slowly squeezing the man’s leg tighter.

“Worcester!” the younger man blurts out, “We came from Worcester, and we’re heading for the Boston QZ but we got attacked and got lost. Please don’t hurt her, she’s my only family!”

“Have you got any supplies apart from what’s in the car?”

“No, no, I s-swear, we’ve got n-nothing!” the man stutters, groaning under the pain of Joel’s hand digging into his injured leg, “Please, we’ve got nothing!”

“Good boy,” Joel growls, easing off the man's leg and standing up.

He comes back to Benny and Frankie, wiping his hand on his trouser leg, “They both say the same thing. I say we leave ‘em and take the car, we can trade for it or stash outside the wall, might come in handy sometime.”

“Fuck, Joel, we need to take them with us, we can’t leave them out here,” Benny says and looks to Frankie for support but he just gives a hesitant shrug.

“I don’t know Benny, we can’t trust them,” he says.

“What fucking choice do we have? Leave them injured out here with no guns?” Benny snarls back at him.

“They’re not our responsibility!” Joel snaps, “Let’s fucking- “

All three men freeze as the first tell tale sounds echo between the buildings, the snarling shrieks of dozens of infected reaching them.

“Runners! Runners!” Tommy yells from the car, “Come on, we need to fucking go!” He rushes to the driver’s side of the car, jumping in and the woman sees her chance, bolting from the car and running for the alley.

“Leave her, just leave her!” Joel yells as he grabs Frankie and starts running towards the car, “Just start the car, Tommy!”

“Benny, no! Leave him!” Frankie shouts as he sees Benny moving towards the injured man on the ground. “Fucking leave him!”

“Please, please…just kill me” the man begs, looking back over his shoulder and Benny follows his gaze.

“Fuck!” he gasps, frozen to the spot for a second before he raises his gun and fires, the man slumping onto the asphalt. Benny spins around and starts running after Frankie, the horde of infected barrelling down the street screeching loudly.

“Benny! I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Frankie yells, “Get in the car!”

Tommy’s already got the car moving as Benny catches up, grabbing hold of Frankie’s arm and getting pulled into the back seat.

“Floor it, Tommy!” Joel shouts, looking back over his shoulder, out the back window.

…

Thank fuck Tommy’s a good driver, he speeds through the streets, leaving the horde far behind. He only slows down once they enter the area around the QZ and turns off onto a narrow street that Joel directs him to.

“Here, down there, park between those two cars and we’ll throw some trash on it.”

The four men quickly make the car look unusable and head towards the QZ, splitting up as they get inside, stepping out into a quiet alley a few blocks from the wall..

“Alright, good run, except for the fucking infected,” Joel says, clapping Frankie on the back, “I’ll see you guys at the bar in a couple of days.”

Frankie nods and Benny throw the brothers a two fingered salute as they leave.

“Hey Fish, wait up, we need to talk,” Benny says as Frankie turns to leave too.

“If you’re gonna yell at me for how we handled the people in the car, fucking save it, I already got an earful from Will after our last run,” Frankie says, his shoulders hunched and eyebrows pulled tight, “I don’t need another lecture on how we’re using army tactics on civilians.”

“Frankie, man, c’mon, you’ve got to admit, that was pretty fucking bad? We should’ve just observed them, not fucking attacked,” Benny rubs his hand over his face, “I mean, why the fuck did Joel even pull that stunt with forcing them to stop? And why did you open fire? I’ve never seen you jump the gun like that, Fish.”

“The guy in the car, I thought he was about to pull a gun on Joel, so I shot first.”

“And the interrogation technique? You taught him that?”

“So what? We do what we need to do to survive.”

Benny shakes his head, “That was not about survival, I don’t know what the fuck that was!”

“Just fucking leave it, Benny! Ok?” Frankie snaps, scowling at his friend, “I’ll see you later, I need to get something done.” He shoulders his backpack and heads off in the opposite direction of the apartment.

“Fish, c’mon!” Benny calls after him, but Frankie just gives a dismissive wave of his hand without turning his head as he rounds the corner.

“Fuck…” Benny mutters and stalks off towards the radio office, he needs to see you.

…

It feels like deja vu when you find Benny outside the building where Sean lives and has the radio office.

“I’ve got to talk to you about Frankie,” he says and you feel like your heart stops, you’d been trying to find Frankie all morning, until you had to go to the radio office. Pope promised he’d keep looking, checking back at the apartment during the afternoon.

“Did something happen to him? Pope and I have been looking for him all day!” you say, grabbing hold of Benny’s arm and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“He didn’t tell you we were going on a run with Joel and Tommy today?”

“Benny, is he ok?” You feel like shaking him but you limit yourself to grabbing his arm tighter and Benny nods.

“Yeah, yeah, he’s fine, he’s fine, he came back with me but he said he had to do something when we got back.” Benny takes in your anxious looking face as it slips into relief and returns your grip on his arm, putting his hand over yours. “He didn’t tell you and he hasn't come to see you yet? Is something going on with you guys?”

You sigh and feel yourself deflating, your shoulders sagging with relief that Frankie’s ok, but at the same time, that lead weight settles in your stomach as you worry about his behavior again.

“Walk me home, Benny, please,” you ask, “if you have time?” You feel like Benny’s friendly presence next to you is the only thing that will make your feet move down the street as you chew on your bottom lip.

“Sure, I’ll walk you, I need to get back to Eve but...but maybe that can wait, what’s going on?”

“Tell me what happened when you were with him today,” you say, taking his arm and leaving the front entrance.

Benny looks around the two of you as you start walking down the street, checking that there is no one near that can overhear first and then he tells you the whole thing.

“Fuck…” you sigh for what feels like the twentieth time as Benny ends by telling you that Frankie took off after they got back. “His PTSD has been getting worse and both Pope and Will brought it up in the past few days. That last run with Will, things went bad and Pope’s been noticing his behavior being off too.”

You’ve reached the door to your building and you stop, looking up at Benny’s frown. “Yesterday I tried telling him that I think he shouldn’t go on runs with Joel anymore. Joel triggers something in Frankie and…I don’t know…I feel like maybe they aren’t good for each other. They’ve both suffered an unimaginable loss, in the worst possible way, and when Frankie got help, Joel seems to have had to deal with it on his own and it’s made him…just…very dark, like he’s just ‘existing’ and doing what he needs to do to survive…”

“And he has no empathy for others,” Benny fills in, “he didn’t even stop to consider that the people in the car could be just people trying to get to the QZ, and he left them with no second thought when the infected came, it was all about eliminating a potential threat and then about saving himself and Tommy.” Benny swipes his cap off his head and drags his hand through his hair, sighing. “I’m not even sure he would bother to save Frankie and myself, if we hadn’t gotten to that car in time.”

“But Frankie doesn’t see it,” you say, “and when I asked him to not go on runs with Joel anymore because I think it makes his PTSD worse, we got in a huge fight,” you sigh deeply, dropping your eyes to your toes and you feel Benny’s hand on your shoulder. “He got really mad when I said I thought he was too violent with this guy, Frankie threatened to gouge his eye out. But Frankie said he only did what was needed to get the antibiotics for Sean’s grandkid.” You swipe your hand over your cheek as tears start to drip down, “Fuck, I don’t wanna cry again,” you say, anger seeping through your voice, “Fuck!”

You tilt your head back up and look at Benny’s worried eyes, “Come on, it’s you and Frankie, you’re everything to him, one fight doesn’t ruin it,” he says, rubbing your shoulder

“He walked out, Benny, right in the middle of the fight. He’s never done that before, he just took off with Joel. And then he came home really drunk and we started arguing again and he passed out on the couch, he said he thought I didn’t want him in my bed anymore. And then this morning he left again, without saying anything. He went outside the wall and didn’t even say goodbye.” Tears spill over properly now and you sniffle, trying to stem the flow, but the nerves of the day catches up with you. Benny starts rubbing his hands up and down your arms, trying to comfort you.

“Let’s get you inside, Frankie might be home already, you two need to talk it out, c’mon,” Benny gently hooks his arm around your shoulder and guides you through the door and up the stairs. You fumble out your keys and unlock your front door, opening up to a still dark apartment.

“Alright, he’s not home yet, but he’ll be here soon, I’ll wait with you until he turns up,” Benny says and starts to lift off his still heavy backpack and you stop him.

“No, please, go home to Eve. I know she’s worried about you since you went outside, get back home. I’ll be fine, and Pope’s next door if I need anything.” You put your hands on his chest and try, and fail, to nudge the big man towards the door.

“You sure? I’ll wait for him, and slap some sense into him if needed, just say the word,” Benny replies, tilting his head down to catch your eyes properly.

“I’m sure, Benny, please go home,” you give him another pointless shove and he gives with a small smile.

“Ok, if you’re sure I’ll go, but give me a hug first,” he says and bends down, capturing you between his long arms. Benny’s signature bear hugs are all encompassing and he lifts you up, shaking you gently and making you giggle through your tears.

“Just remember, it’s you and Frankie, you’re the love of his life. All he does, he does for you, if he’s lost his way, all he needs is for you to bring him back home. To you.”

“Benny, when did you become so insightful?” you smile weakly as he puts you down on your feet.

“Not insightful, I’ve just watched you two over the past, what is it? Eleven years now? And with Eve, I get it, what you two have. I’d do anything for her, and I know that’s all Frankie ever wants to do for you.”

“Get back to her, Benny, before you make me cry again,” you say, giving his arm a final squeeze before he steps through the door. “I’ll see you soon.”

“I’ll come by the radio tomorrow and check on you, ok?”

“Ok, Benny, stay safe, love you!”

“Love you too, sis!” he calls as he jogs down the stairs.

…

You try to keep busy while you wait for Frankie; preparing dinner, cleaning the apartment, you even pull out your gun and start disassembling it on the coffee table to get it cleaned. It’s dark before he comes home, you hear his footsteps in the hallway first and then the key. Even before he opens the door you know something’s wrong, he struggles with the key in the lock, fumbling with the handle and you stand up, leaving the pieces of the gun on the table.

“Frankie?” you ask as the door shuts behind him, “Are you ok?” You walk over to the front door, and he glances up at you before he drops his backpack by the door.

“Yeah, ‘s fine,” he mumbles, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it on the hook. “Went out with Benny today.”

“I know, Benny stopped by the radio,” you say, your body freezing as he shuffles past, only briefly pausing to drop a peck on your cheek, perfunctory. He smells of whiskey, fresh whiskey, like he’s just been drinking.

You don’t even know where to start as you follow him into the kitchen, the argument last night, him leaving this morning without saying anything, his run with Joel today or the way he stumbles around the kitchen table towards the stove.

“Frankie…” you say again, making your voice soft, you feel like you’re talking to a child, or a wild animal, not your sweet Frankie who you know so well. When he doesn’t even react, let alone look over at you, you dig your nails into the palms of your hands, reminding yourself that this is his PTSD, this is not your Frankie.

“Frankie, talk to me please,” you start again, coming up next to him at the counter, you put your hand on his arm.

“What did Benny tell you? That we went out again?” he says, still not looking at you, his tone clipped.

“Yes, he said you took out some raiders and then…” you pause, you don’t know how to phrase it but Frankie does it for you. He steps away from you, and leans against the counter on the other side of the kitchen.

“H-he told you we took out three people in a car, that I shot one of the guys when I shouldn’t have, right? That’s what he told you? T-that I’m out of control and violently torturing civilians?” His voice is harsh, there’s an edge to it you don’t recognise and he’s still not looking at you.

“He’s worried about you, Frankie, and I’m too,” you say, “you haven’t been yourself these past few months.” You try to find his eyes but he’s got the bill of his cap pulled low, eyes on the floor two feet in front and his fingers are twitching, nervously.

“I already told you, I do what I need to do, to stay safe,” he mutters, the edge still sharp in his voice, crossing his arms tight over his chest, crossing his legs too, closing himself off from you.

“Benny said they were civilians, just trying to get to the QZ- “ you start to say but Frankie suddenly flares up.

“We’d just taken out a gang of raiders! It could’ve been more of them! The guy was about to pull a fucking gun on Joel, so I took the shot!” He throws his arms out, meeting your eyes for the first time. “You can’t fucking trust anyone, it’s us or them and I do what I need to do to survive! They could’ve attacked and killed us instead, then what?”

“But you were never like that before, Frankie!” you can’t help but raise your voice in frustration. When he worked with Pope in Arlington, or when you traveled up to New York with Benny and Pope, he was never so calloused, so distrusting and rash. “You used to observe, calculate the risks, you never rushed into situations, but since you started working more with Joel…I don’t know Frankie, it’s like he rubs off on you.” You drop your hands to your sides, you suddenly realize you’ve mimicked Frankie and thrown them open but now you sigh, lower them and take a deep breath.

“Frankie…I know you’re capable of real violence,” you shake your head, sighing, “but you’re not a violent person, it’s like it’s getting away from you when you work with Joel and I do-”

“Maybe I am a violent person now? This is the person I need to be now, to keep myself safe, to keep us safe!” Frankie slams his hands against the cupboard and stalks out of the kitchen, turning and gripping the back of the couch as he gets to it, looking back at you. “I do it for you, don’t you get it?! Maybe this is the person I have to be now to keep myself safe, for you, to stay alive for you because I have to keep you safe!”

“Then stay here, stay in the QZ,” you follow him towards the living room. “I don’t want you to go out any more if this is what you have to do. It’s destroying you!”

“That's all I can do!” he shouts back at you, “That’s all I’m tra-trained for, I’m the b-best at it! It’s the only thing that makes a difference!”

“Frankie, you don’t have to-” you begin, but Frankie just shakes his head and starts pacing the living room like he can’t hear you.

“E-every time I leave you make me p-promise to come back safe, did you ever stop to think that this is what I have to do to keep that promise to you?! I have to stay alive to keep you safe, I promised you that and now you think I’m a monster for what I have to do?”

Frankie slams his hands hard against the wall and spins round, stomping across the living room again and you’re worried now, he’s spiraling out of control, his voice becoming more and more unstable. “I d-do this for you, I stay a-alive for you, don’t you get it! I would’ve fucking ki-killed myself after she died! I was so fucking close to it, so-s-so fucking close to just walking into that fucking lake and ending it! If-if it wasn’t for you still in that cabin!” His voice is rising to a shout, spinning around and slamming his fist into the wall again, “I just..I promise to come back every time, I have to come back but you still think I’m just violent, just a fucking monster, just a mo-monster, I-I can’t- “

“Frankie, c’mon man!”

You didn’t even hear the front door open but Pope suddenly walks into the living room. You’re frozen by the kitchen as Frankie paces, more and more agitated, back and forth, his arms waving in front of him as his mind whirls. You can see his glassy eyes, his breathing is starting to get erratic but you have no idea how to stop this. But Pope strides over to his friend and stands in front of him, forcing him to come to a halt.

“Francisco, cálmate, hermano. Por favor;” he tries to catch Frankie’s eyes, gently placing his hands on his shoulders and holding on as Frankie tries to shrug them off, looking at him with almost unseeing eyes.

“Frankie…fuck…” he sighs as he scans his face, “you’re high as a fucking kite. What did you take?”

At that Frankie’s eyes snap up to Pope’s, “Fucking nothing!” he snarls, wrenching himself away and stumbling back towards the couch.

“Fish, I’ve seen you high more times than you can remember, I know when you’ve been using, man,” Pope says as Frankie grabs the back of the couch again, hiding his eyes beneath the bill of his cap again, refusing to look at you or Santi.

“Frankie…” you try, your voice wobbling as you recognize the signs in him but he just shakes his head.

“I had a few drinks with Joel, I’m not fucking high,” he mutters but Santi shakes his head.

“C’mon, Fish, I know you’re struggling, she knows it too, we just wanna help you,” he takes a few steps towards Frankie, the frustration seeping through into his voice and Frankie backs away, turning around and going for his backpack.

“I’m not fucking high,” he snarls over his shoulder, rifling through his backpack.

“Fine, you’re not using,” Santi says, “then show us your pack.” He motions towards the bag at Frankie’s feet and the way Frankie reacts makes your stomach sink another notch. His hands clench instinctively around the opening, pulling it closer but Pope steps in and reaches for the bag. Frankie abruptly stands up and stumbles back, grabbing it but his movements are slow and Pope’s faster, he snatches the backpack from Frankie, holding it away from him.

“Coño, pendejo!” Frankie snarls, trying to grab the bag back from Pope, “What the fuck are you doing?!” “What the fuck are you doing, Frankie?” Pope replies with a sneer, shoving him back and Frankie, already unsteady on his feet, stumbles backwards and falls onto the couch. “You told me yourself, never trust a fucking junkie.”

Keeping an eye on Frankie, while you stand stunned by the kitchen door, your hands gripping the door frame so hard your fingers ache, Pope opens the backpack and digs through it. It doesn’t take him long, under Frankie’s dull eyes he soon pulls out a small baggie with white pills. Pope sighs and holds it out to Frankie.

“What is it?”

“Painkillers,” Frankie mumbles, but his eyes drop from Pope to his feet, his lie so obvious it forces tears into your eyes.

“Frankie…” you whisper and he glances up at you and meets your eyes for a second before he looks away. But even in that brief glance you see the pain and guilt in his eyes and it pushes you to move, walking around the coffee table and sinking down on the couch next to him. You raise your hand to put it on his shoulder but before you touch him he’s on his feet, snatching the bag from Pope’s hand.

“It’s fucking painkillers, ok?!” he yells, his aggression flaring up as he stumbles towards the front door.

“Catfish, for fucks sake,” Pope shouts as his patience snaps, “get your fucking shit together, man!”

“Please, Frankie, you know this is your PTSD making you spiral, we’ve been here before,” you plead with him, standing up again as he stops with his back to you and the room. But whatever is in his system has control of him now as he shakes his head, his fingers twitching around the small baggie in his hand. Neither of you are getting through to him now, his body language closed off, even with his back turned you see the walls go up. But still, you go up to him where he stands by the door. His chin is on his chest, his shoulders up by his ears, you can feel the tension rolling off him as he fights whatever demon is in his mind. Gently you put your hand on his arm, and he trembles under your touch, giving the smallest shake of his head.

“Frankie…” you whisper, “please, stay with me, we’ve done this before, we can do it again, I love you.”

He shudders, a long held breath rushes out of him and he shakes his head again.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, “I love you, I’m sorry.” He pushes open the door and his arm slips from under your hand. You hear him run down the stairs and Santi comes up behind him, he’s got his coat on.

“I’ll follow him, I won’t let him get into more trouble, I’ll get him back,” he gives you a quick squeeze and hurries after Frankie.

…

Frankie rushes through the streets, the bag of oxy burning a hole in his pocket. He has no plan for where to go, he left his coat back at the apartment and the cold March air is making him shiver. Picking up his pace he turns at random, down a street, and then another, losing himself in the narrow alleys of North End, but it doesn’t surprise him when he finds himself in front of Joel’s apartment building, a dirty red brick block. It makes sense; to end up here. He pushes the door open and stumbles up the stairs.

Joel’s slow to answer his front door, Frankie’s almost given up, prepared to sit and wait by the door, when the older man finally opens up and looks him up and down. “Hey Frankie, what’s up? You’ve got no jacket on.”

“I ran out on it, left in a hurry,” Frankie mumbles in reply, his mind is still foggy, he can’t quite focus on Joel. “I got some of your supply on me, Pope found it in my bag.”

“Ah, bet he wasn’t too happy about that,” Joel says, waving Frankie inside. “He ain’t too happy about me wanting to trade what we got up in Concord.” He closes the door and motions to the couch and Frankie slumps down on it as Joel goes to the kitchen and pulls out two glasses and a bottle.

“Give me one of those too,” Joel motions to Frankie’s pocket and sits down at the other end of the couch. Frankie pulls out the baggie and pour out the pills on the coffee table, handing one to Joel, taking another one for himself and they both down it with the whiskey.

Joel’s not one for talking much and Frankie’s grateful, he just needs a place to forget everything for a while. And for a long time both men sit at opposite sides of the couch, lost in their own minds as the chemicals take over. Frankie tilts his head back, his eye following the cracks in the ceiling until they slip closed and he just feels himself breathing, finally peace takes over in his mind as the fog settles.

Joel slips in another pill and another few large mouthfuls of the liquor, leaning back against the back of the couch and rubbing his eyes with his hand.

“You lost your daughter,” he says, almost surprising himself when the words come out.

Frankie doesn’t move, his eyes closed, “Yeah,” he squeezes his eyes shut, little sparks of red and yellow blossoming behind his eyelids, but he sees something else in his mind.

He tilts his head forward, opening his eyes and focusing on his hands, “Yeah,” he says again, rubbing his thumb over the fleshy part of his hand, he can almost see the blood on it. “I did, right at the beginning.”

“She got infected?”

Frankie balks at the question, the image of his little girl, mycelium under her skin, flashes up in his mind. He’s seen multitudes of infected since, killed so many, seen the thin white strands wriggle towards him as they attack and die in front of him, but he never lets himself commit what they look like to memory. This one is the only one that he remembers.

“Yeah,” he nods, “one of the first days.”

He and Joel have never talked about this before. He never talks to anyone about Lucía or what happened to her, not even to the one person who knows what he went through in the aftermath.

He glances over at Joel, he’s still leaning back on the couch, his hand rubbing over his eyes.

“D’you ever talk about Sarah?”

“No.” The answer is fast and curt.

Both men sit in silence for a few minutes, Joel shifts on the couch, looking over at Frankie, “Everyone’s lost someone. No one wants to hear about her.”

“How did she die?” Frankie locks eyes with Joel, suddenly it feels important to know how Sarah died. Joel knows how Lucía died, it feels important to know how Sarah died too. Joel meets his eyes for a few beats before he drops his gaze and stares at the wall opposite.

“It was the first night. We were trying to get away from town, ran into the military perimeter, a soldier shot at us. She…” Joel loses his words, his jaw clenching shut as he grinds his teeth, dropping his head between his shoulders.

Frankie feels the fog swirl around his mind, letting the minutes slip by while Joel stares down at his watch.

“I shot Lucía,” Frankie says, like a confession to Joel, to the man whose daughter was also shot. As if it makes a difference how they died. The daughters died and so did the fathers, when they failed.

The fog in his head clears slightly and behind the mist he sees the gun in his hand, aimed at his little girl, who no longer recognises him as she screeches and flails under the weight of her mother’s body. He reaches forward to the coffee table and takes two more pills, swallowing them down with the last of the whiskey in his glass, letting the fog cloud his mind again.

Joel blinks and looks at Frankie as if he has to think about what the other man just said, “You shot her?”

“I had to, I’d seen what they were turning into. I couldn’t…”

Joel leans forward, refilling his own glass and Frankies before he leans back, “I would’ve done the same.”

The two men sit in silence as the fog swirls through them, making thoughts slow to appear and slow to disappear.

“Sarah,” Frankie says, pushing a thought to the front of his hazy mind, “S-she was a great kid, L-Lucía loved her, fucking loved her. Didn’t stop talking about her for days after we got back.”

He grips the glass and takes a sip, shaking his head, trying to remember the comforting thought he just had, it’s stuck somewhere in his chest, he can feel it.

“I don’t…I do-don’t believe in God, I l-lost any faith I had in the army, you know. S-so many fucked up things that I saw, that I did,” he says, lifting his glass, motioning to the world outside. “I don’t believe in any god, any-anything. But I wish I did, because if Sarah d-died on that first night, that means that wherever they went, our kids, our little girls…Sarah was there waiting for Lucía. They weren’t alone,” Frankie pauses, he feels his chest constrict, that feeling like he can’t breathe threatening to overtake him. “I’d like to believe they weren’t alone,” he whispers, but in the quiet room, Joel still hears him.

Frankie slumps back down on the couch, spilling whiskey down his shirt, his burst of clarity suddenly spent, “They would’ve had each other…”

“We failed them,” Joel says, his voice low, Frankie can hear the fog in his mind too. “We should’ve kept them safe, but all we did was stand there. Couldn’t keep ‘em safe.”

Frankie nods, he feels his brain slowing down again, “I made so many mistakes…but she was the best mistake I made…couldn’t keep her safe,” he takes a large mouthful of the whiskey, it burns on the way down, distracting his mind for a second as he coughs.

“I don’t talk about Sarah, not even to Tommy,” Joel says, rubbing his thumb over the rim of the glass. “ ‘S’no point, just makes me angrier, I get by better if I don’t think about her.”

Frankie slumps down deeper into the couch, curling himself around the glass in his hand, watching the whiskey swirl around as the fog in his brain follows the motions.

“How do you stay alive,” he mumbles to the room and Joel tilts his head to look at the younger man, curled into the corner of the ratty old couch. The question is more for himself than for Joel but Joel answers anyway.

“For family,” he nods slowly, once, to himself, “for family, for Tommy. And for your woman, she kept you alive.” It’s not a question, it’s a statement and Frankie sighs.

“She doesn’t think I should do runs any more, and she’s right, I know she’s right,” he mutters, pushing his cap off his head and rubbing his temple with his free hand, the fog is lifting again and he feels the edge of panic in his mind, but he can’t remember what he’s should panic about.

“Why not? The drugs?” Joel motions at the dwindling pile of pills on the coffee table and Frankie grabs two of them, knocking them back with the whiskey still in his hand.

“My head is fucked up. From the army. ‘S’gets worse sometimes, ‘s’gets worse when I do runs, when I do violent things.” Frankie sighs, “She doesn’t like it.”

Joel snorts, a mirthless sound, “Men like us, you ‘n me, we do the violent things so others don’t have to, you keep her safe.”

“S’what I t-told h-her,” Frankie grumbles, he can feel his head getting heavier, the fog is so thick he can’t even push his tongue through it, it’s sticking to his teeth. “I do it-do it, t-to keep he-her safe.” He sinks further into the couch, his head leaning on the back of it as he wills his hand to lift up the glass to his lips and drain it. “I-I do it t-to come b-back t-to h-er.”

Through the fog in his own mind Joel sees Frankie tip forward, the empty glass in his hand, as he passes out. Joel’s glass clatters to the floor as he stumbles to his feet and staggers into the bedroom, falling onto the bed, passing out as his head hits the pillow.

Chapter 31

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