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The Worst
1.3k, Tom “Redfly” Davis x DARK f!Reader
SUMMARY: You make Tom pay for Frankie's death.
WARNINGS: I8+ DARK FIC, DEAD DOVE noncon or very dubcon p in v, implied murder, roofie, forced gun sucking, restraints, degradation, praise kink?, Dom reader. Tom survives / Frankie dies AU.
Dedicated to @romanarose who is hosting a write a thon for the @triplefrontier-anniversary.
Happy 5 years to Tom ruining everything. He's the worst, but I'm sorry to say he's also packing.
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You pretended to take comfort in him during your grief. Your flirtations over the past weeks had all been a ruse, as were your advances tonight. You always had one goal – to get Tom tied up in your basement.
Finally, you had him sitting at your kitchen table drinking a night cap. You rubbed his thigh and he looked at you like he wanted to eat you alive, if only he could muster the energy. His eyelids were heavy with lust and a roofie.
“Maybe we could, uh, get more comfortable,” Tom slurred, nodding toward the living room.
You downed the rest of your drink, set the glass down, and lowered yourself onto his lap, side saddle.
“Ohh,” he muttered with his mouth barely open. “Hello.”
“I was thinking we could go downstairs,” you purred.
He swallowed, raised his eyebrows, and nodded, “Sure.”
“Frankie ever tell ya ‘bout our hobbies? Lotta fun stuff down there.”
His face gave him away. “Uhh,” he stalled, “Sounds-” You ran your hand through his hair. “-Sounds good,” Tom muttered at a horny pitch. His eyes lingered on your lips, then he cleared his throat.
“I'm gonna need ya to trust me though, Tom. Can ya do that?”
Tom nodded.
“Yes ma’am,” you whispered.
“Yes ma’am,” he confirmed, clearly enjoying this. Your dominance was a perfect fit for his being a lazy sack of shit.
“Good.”
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In the basement–more of a sex dungeon, as it were–you sat Tom down in a metal chair. He let you tie him up and barely objected when you zip tied his hands behind his back.
“Mmm,” he hummed as you did it.
“Good boy,” you told him, making him blush. His eyes lazily danced across your face in bemusement. “Now I'm gonna go change,” you said.
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You returned in a black lingerie set – a lacy top over a strappy, crotchless bottom. You had tucked Frankie’s old pistol into the back of the bottom piece. The cool metal made your skin tighten with goosebumps all over.
You slowly approached Tom and watched his eyes consume you. Without sitting down, you straddled him so you were standing with your tits in his face. You let him play. He nuzzled his head into your breasts, then nosed at a nipple.
“Fuck me,” he whispered, then took one into his mouth, through the lace.
“God, you worthless shit,” you laughed with faux affection.
“Heh,” Tom chuckled sadly against your tit.
He didn’t notice you reach for the gun. You used the barrel to massage yourself through your underwear. He glanced down, then his eyes snapped back up to you. “Whoa, careful with that,” he laughed nervously with the barrel pointing right at his dick as you slid the cool metal against the lace covering your mound.
“This is Frankie’s,” you said wistfully and raised the gun to admire it. You used the barrel to nudge his chin so he looked at you. He froze. “You’re gonna suck Frankie’s dick now,” you nodded and slid the barrel up his jaw, then nudged his lips with the muzzle.
His breathing was heavier and faster. His eyes were less sleepy.
He maneuvered to dodge the barrel. “Listen, sweetie,” he started. “Are you okay? Maybe we’ll just — maybe. . . watch a movie tonight,” his voice trailed off as your face made it clear you were not fucking around.
“Open.” You grabbed his jaw. “It’s the least you can do, Tom.”
Tom swallowed. “Okay,” he whispered. “You’re right.” He let the muzzle into his mouth.
“Good,” you whispered. “Go on.”
You pushed the barrel further into his mouth. “Suck it, Tom. Suck Frankie’s cock.”
His face whitened as he began to hesitantly bob his head.
“If it weren’t for you, I’d be sucking Frankie’s real cock right now,” you reminded him and watched dread fall over his face. He hardly moved at all.
“You can do better than that.” You pushed the gun further into his mouth and his teeth hit the metal. “Good,” you whispered as he took as much of the pistol as he could. You held the back of his head and fucked his mouth with the gun. He looked up at you pleadingly and whined incoherently. You mercifully let the barrel out of his mouth, a string of drool falling down his chin.
“Look,” his face was serious and his tone was more sober. “I know you’re devastated. I can’t tell you how sorry I am. We can–”
“Shut up.” You crossed your wrists behind his head and lowered yourself onto his lap. Your most sensitive area met his semi-hard bulge and you let out a moan.
“Oh, Tom,” you sighed, impressed.
As it turned out, there was one area where Tom didn't fall short, and your body wouldn't let you ignore it. “Fuck,” you whispered as he hardened beneath you. You were throbbing against him. The adrenaline already had your blood flowing, and now it was flowing south. His cock twitched against you. His breath was shallow.
He watched your face carefully. He was as quiet and still as a mouse.
“Got him killed, and now you wanna fuck his girl, don’t ya?”
Tom nodded hesitantly.
You scoffed. “With friends like you,” you started. “Pathetic.” A subtle lift of his hips took all your thoughts away as his warm, hard package rubbed against your front. You had never hate fucked someone before. . . With the gun still behind his head, you nudged the nape of his neck with the muzzle and he flinched. “You’re not gonna say a word,” you warned. Then you reached down between you and feverishly unbuttoned his cargo pants.
You reached into his boxers and gasped at the smooth heat of his naked girth against your palm. “Jesus,” you whispered as you took it out. A hint of cockiness tugged at the corner of his mouth before he appeared to remember his imminent doom.
With your gun hand, you braced yourself using the back of his neck for leverage. You took your thong to the side, then spit on your hand and wiped it on his dick. God how you hated this man. You lined yourself up, then sank down with a rush of pleasure to your chest as your cunt slowly swallowed his thick length. You closed your eyes and thought of Frankie as you began to roll your hips. Your heart was racing.
He moaned nearly silently as you fucked yourself on his massive cock. You got wetter and wetter. You could feel Frankie’s presence. You could practically smell his scent wafting off of Tom. You could feel the ghost of Frankie’s hands on your ass and practically hear his whispers in your ear. Should’ve ridden his face, he said in your head and you breathed out a laugh as you rode him.
You let out a sigh and Tom shuddered. You imagined Frankie’s brown eyes looking deep into yours, and your walls twitched around Tom’s cock. You whimpered as you came.
“Fuck,” Tom murmured through gritted teeth as you choked his cock.Then he erupted inside you. You groaned as his warm spend flooded your core.
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When you were finished, you sat there on his cock and you both read each other’s faces. He knew his time was up. You took the safety off the gun.
“What a way to go,” Tom muttered in resignation. He winced as you squeezed him with an aftershock.
“You took him from me, Tom.”
“I know, honey,” he agreed. “It’s okay. Kid's better off with the life insurance.”
The next few seconds felt like minutes. Your heart raced and you could see Tom’s heartbeat in his neck.
Tom took a deep breath. “Just put it in my mouth.” He nodded. “And pull the trigger,” he whispered.
His gaze was apologetic as the muzzle once again nudged his lips. He closed his eyes with his softening cock still sheathed in your warmth. You didn’t feel a thing as the hammer clicked under your thumb.
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Can't Hold Back
AN: Hey y'all! This is kind of an unofficial sequel to Down Time, in the sense that I was thinking of while writing but made no actual references to it lol. ANYWAY. This was written for @triplefrontier-anniversary! Hope y’all enjoy 🥰
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You can’t go on like this, having him but not having him. You want more, you deserve more…
Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?)
Words: 1,554
Pairing: Santiago “Pope” Garcia x F!Reader
Warnings: Very light on the plot here lol, friends (who are secretly in love with each other) with benefits, p in v, a smidge of angst then cliche fluffy fluff (please let me know if i missed anything).
AO3
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Santiago fucks into you, his thrusts slow and deep, his body draped over yours as you cling to him, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you try to stifle your moans. He buries his face in your neck, muffling his groan as he loses himself in your warmth. He mouths at you, his tongue dragging over your sweat-slicked skin before coming to rest just below your ear.
“Feel so good, cariño,” he slurs, his voice low and raspy. “Feels like heaven when I’m inside you.”
Your cunt clenches at his words and he grunts, his movements stuttering slightly. Your chest heaves in an effort to stay quiet, knowing your friends are sleeping just on the other side of the thin walls of your shared vacation rental. They didn’t know about you and Santi, didn’t know that you’d been secretly fucking for months, didn’t know that you were head-over-heels in love with him.
To be fair though, Santi didn’t know that last bit either.
Your arrangement had been fun when it started, had scratched the proverbial itch, but as time had gone on, you’d started to want more. The sex was great, but you hated when it ended. Not just because it was over, but because one of you always left. That had been part of the arrangement: no staying the night. So you didn’t, he didn’t, and you ignore that ache you feel in your chest every time he rolls off your bed and starts putting on his clothes, ignore the queasiness that roils in your belly when he leans in and kisses the side of your head gently in goodbye, ignore the way your heart cracks as the door to your apartment clicks shut and you’re left in silence, alone.
You’d been planning to tell him, tell him that you couldn’t do this anymore, that you wanted (needed) more, more with him…but then he’d started kissing you and every other thought had flown right out the window. So here you were, writhing in pleasure beneath him as he played your body like a well-loved instrument, willing yourself to stay quiet so as to not alert the rest of your friend group. You shiver, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers the filthiest things. The sound of his voice, coupled with his words, pushes you higher and higher, and you whimper softly as you near the edge, your cunt fluttering around his cock.
Santi shushes you gently, pulling back a little to watch you, his dark eyes heavy and blown wide with lust. Your gaze locks with his, and you swallow hard to keep your moans at bay, your lips parting and releasing a soft, strangled sound. He pulls his lip between his teeth, nostrils flaring as he breathes hard through his nose, his body moving steadily over you.
As you watch him, the moonlight illuminating him from behind like an angel, you’re struck with the urge to cry. No, not just cry, full on sob. You can’t go on like this, having him but not having him. You want more, you deserve more…but you’re worried. Worried about how ending this will affect your friendship, that you’ll have to put up with seeing him date other women (or worse, that he won’t care when you start dating). You want to be present, be in the moment, want to enjoy yourself if this really is to be the last time. Even so, you can’t stop the tears as they slide down your cheeks, can’t stop the weight pressing on your chest, can’t stop the fracturing of your heart. A strange combination of euphoria and sorrow war within you, and you can’t do much more than ride it out, can’t do much more than cling to him like it’s the last time you’ll ever hold him (because it likely is).
He must notice your crying because he suddenly leans in, whispering comforting words that don’t really register in your brain as he kisses away your tears. He presses his forehead to yours, pushing you closer and closer to your peak, grinding his hips into yours and making you see stars.
You whimper softly as you come, your body shaking, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure washes over you. Santiago leans in, smothering his moans in your neck as you squeeze him, pulling him closer to the edge until his body stiffens, his sticky warmth coating your inner walls. The urge to wrap yourself around him, to keep him with you, keep him inside you, is so strong, but you resist, knowing it won’t make a difference.
Santi pulls back, smiling softly as he gazes down at you. You try to smile back, thankful for the darkness of the room as it means he can’t see the tears that are still leaking from the corners of your eyes. He swipes his thumbs over your cheeks and pauses, his lips twitching down when he feels the wetness there.
“Estás bien, cariño?” he whispers, his eyes quickly darting over your face. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
You shake your head, willing your tears to stop falling.
“I’m okay,” you say, forcing a smile, “Just emotional, I guess.”
He grunts, and you can tell he’s not buying it. You never were very good at lying.
You do your best not to look at him for too long, knowing the longer he looks, the more likely it is that he’ll see, see it all, everything you’re trying to hide, trying to bury. Just when you think he’s going to let it go, you feel his hand cup your cheek.
“Look at me,” he whispers, his breath fanning across your cheek.
You try not to, really you do but, when it comes to Santi, you just can’t help yourself.
Your resolve crumbles the moment your eyes meet his, the words you’ve held back all these months spilling from between your lips like water from a broken dam. Tears blur your vision so much that you can’t really tell what effect your words are having on him, but you suppose that it doesn’t really matter in the end. You can feel yourself spiraling, your chest heaving with barely suppressed sobs, when Santi’s finger presses against your lips halts your descent.
“Did…you just say you loved me?” he asks softly, his voice and face unreadable.
Icy dread slices through you at the question. Had you said that? That you loved him? You don’t remember, but you must’ve, right? You panic, stuttering as you try to explain, your brain racing a million miles per hour as you search for the right words…but it turns out you don’t need them.
Santiago stops your lips again, this time with his own.
You’ve kissed him a thousand times before now but, somehow this time it’s different, this time it feels different. He takes his time, his kiss somehow both gentle and deep, like he’s pouring everything he has into it. He pulls away before you can kiss him back, a faint glimmer of something unfamiliar shining in his eyes when he meets yours again.
“I love you too,” he rasps, smiling down at you softly.
Your eyes widen a little, searching for the truth of his words in the darkness. “You do?”
He chuckles, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. “I do.”
You exhale sharply, a relieved laugh slipping from between your lips before you can stop it. You clap your hand over your mouth in surprise as Santiago’s smile widens, his eyes shining. You spend the next few hours wrapped in each other’s arms, talking about everything and nothing, content to just be.
You wake hours later to the sun streaming in through the windows and Santiago’s warmth at your back, your still-naked bodies tangled in the sheets and blankets. His arms are wrapped loosely around you, his face pressed into the back of your neck, and you can’t help the mix of relief and giddiness you feel knowing it wasn’t all some crazy fever dream. Your eye lashes flutter as sleep tries to call you back, the warm tendrils reaching for you, pulling gently—
Until the sound of someone clearing their throat drags you back to full consciousness.
Your head snaps toward the sound, your widened eyes meeting amused blue ones.
Santi stirs behind you, sighing softly as he presses a kiss against the base of your neck and rasps, “Morning.”
“Mornin’,” Benny responds, a smug smile on his lips as he takes in the sight of the two of you tangled in each other.
You feel Santi pause briefly before turning to meet his gaze.
“Breakfast is gettin’ cold,” Benny continues, suggestively pumping his eyebrows as he backs out of the room, leaving the door wide open.
Benny walks back to the kitchen, his footsteps thunking loudly against the wooden floor of the house as he calls out something about the other guys owing him a hundred dollars.
Santi snorts behind you, pushing his face against your shoulder as he dissolves into laughter, and you can’t help but follow suit.
“Guess we should go deal with that,” you chuckle, looking over your shoulder at him.
He smiles, his eyes shining with laughter as he leans in and presses a kiss to your lips. “Guess we should, cariño.”
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Santiago Garcia x fem!afab!reader
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Summery: You have really difficult periods, but Santi is there for you.
A one shot but takes place in the Santi period fic verse after Santi with a Reader on her Period and Gross Reality but also in the universe of Honest Mistake written with @missdictatorme
Warnings: Blood, period se, v painful periods, butthole cramps, tummy cramps, backaches, Santi's pretty fingers. mentions of breeding kink, accidentally cumming inside, mentions of plan B
Immersivity: reader can get periods, is fem, can be picked up.
This is my submission for Triple Frontier Write-a-Thon !!! come join in the fun and follow @triplefrontier-anniversary to find more fics!!!
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“OOOOOWWWWWW!” You wine on your stomach, Santi knelt behind you.
“I know baby, I know, you’re doing so, so good.”
You were lying on a heating pad, your cramps killing you. It fucking hurt. Santi was massaging your lower back, which also hurt.
“Shut up!” You snap, then immediately apologize. “I’m soooorrryyyyyy”
“It’s okay, it’s alright.” This had been going on all day. You felt bad for snapping at him when he was trying to help, but god today was awful.
Santi had to pick you up at work, bringing Ben to drive your car home because you felt so faint. After getting home, Santi wrapped an arm around you to make sure you didn’t pass out before getting you set up in bed. It. HURT. It hurt so bad everyone in your torso and you just cried half the day away. The only time you were off the heating pad was to cry and poop and maybe throw up a bit. This was not Santi’s first rodeo with your horrific periods, and he took good care of you. Luckily, things had eased a bit by this point, although still painful, it was not unbearable.
YOur voice is muffled from the pillow. “Santi, I need you to fuck me.”
This was not what he was expecting from his pained girlfriend, face down in the pillow unable to watch The Office he had put on just for her. Santi hated The Office, he was a Parks and Rec man himself.
“Oh. Like… with my dick?”
You lift your head off the pillow. “No, with a beer bottle- yes with your dick, Santi! I heard from Will’s wife that orgasms help periods.”
“You talk about sex with Lana?”
“Oh yeah, all the time. Did you know sometimes when he eats her out he’ll put his-”
Santi shoved your face back into the pillow.
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Santi set it up after helping you get up to remove your period cup, placing a towel down on the bed. You came back without bottoms but your Star Wars t-shirt still on, which Santi understood. This was to help your cramps, not his pleasure. Wasn’t his fault you still looked sexy as hell with your grumpy little pouty face, giving him a boner. Santi tried to touch you, but you snapped back.
“I’m clearly already soaked, Garci.”
He swatted your ass. “The goal is to make you cum, carino not to shove my dick in the wettest hole.
You mocked his words in a high-pitched tone, layed back down on the heating pad. God this was awful. You needed to see a doctor about this, you couldn’t go on this way. Santi’s fingers were- ohfuckinghellowowowowowwww- they were fucking magical. You’d admit his pussy eating game was not where it could be, but honestly neither was your head game. It worked. What mattered was your pussy was gorilla grip and he had a massive shlong he knew how to use, and god DAMN his FINGERS. It wasn’t long before you were moaning, Santi sliding hot cock into your bleeding cunt, fucking your brains away. Fuck it felt nice. Your tummy still hurt.
“Owwwww” You moan.
He slowed. “You okay?”
“No I’m dying!”
He sighs. “You’re going to the gyno tomorrow, right?”
“UUUGGHHHH” you kick your feet. “Yes just fuck me!!”
You’re on the verge of cumming, Santi’s cock hitting nice and deep just the way you liked it when-
“OOOWW!!!!” You shout, clamping down hard as you had a butthole cramp “OW OW OW OW OW!!!!”
Santi mumbles some swear words, pulling out of you “Shit, baby are you okay?” His hands are warm on you, desperately looking if he hurt you.
“Yeah…” You mumble, rolling over onto your back. “I got a butthole cramp… Maybe this isn’t working.”
“Yeah, maybe not. I can still do it with these bad boys though!” Santi wiggles his blood covered fingers with a dopey grin on his face.
You laugh, sitting up to kiss him when you notice. His dick gone soft and although red, was leaking white. “Santi.” You give him a pointed look. “Did me yelling in pain make you cum inside me?”
His eyes are wide with panic. “NO! No that’s not it! You just-” He stopped himself, looking nervous so you give him a break and chuckle.
“I just what, baby?”
He groans loudly, but mutters when he speaks. “Just so tight.”
You tackle him, tickling Santi’s body, not caring that both of you are bloody. “You’re a 40 year old man, your pull out game is ASS!” You’re both laughing, rolling around on the bed and forgetting about your pain for a moment.
“I”LL BUY PLAN B!” Santiago picks you up, tossing you on the mattress and climbs on top as you bounce.
“YOU SHOULD’VE BOUGHT PLAN CONDOMS! YOU’RE GONNA NEED TO BUY PLAN BABY CARRIER IF YOU DON’T STOP!” You playfully bite his arm.
“OW!” He pinned you down. “Oh nooooo, breeding my beautiful girlfriend, whatever will I do!”
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I think it’s generally safe to assume that whenever there are a bunch of fics about TF (or any other topic), there will be some that will appeal more to you than others, for various reasons. Maybe based on the pairing of the characters, or just the general story line, or even for smutty stuff where certain kinks will be more interesting to someone than others.
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I walked with you once upon a dream
(William "Ironhead" Miller x F!reader)
Words: 539
A/N: For the Triple Frontier Write-a-Thon.
Will’s phone was ringing, the caller Id flashing that it was the woman he had been dating for just a few weeks. He was hesitant to call her his girlfriend, they hadn’t really talked about it yet. He reaches for his phone and slides to answer.
“Hello?”
“Hi! Will! Thank god you answered. I hate to bother you, but my car broke down on my way home from work and I need help. I don-” he could hear the tell tale whimper of tears in her voice and acted instinctively, interrupting her with a gently soothing voice.
“Just send me your location, I’ll be right there.” He says with a reassuring tone, he could hear her sigh with relief on the other end of the line,
“Thank you so much. I owe you one.” She sounds significantly calmer when he hangs up the phone. When he gets her location he’s surprised because she shows up not so far from a suburban neighborhood. He thought she would be somewhere near town, but he realizes, he has no idea what she does for a living. As he gets into his car he ponders the possibilities. Is she a house cleaner? A Nanny? Door to door sales-woman? Will feels a little embarrassed, he hadn’t even asked her what she did for a living. He tried to rack his brain for anything that she might have said, not coming up with a single thing she had said. He pulls up behind her on the side of the road and gets out of his car. As he walks up to her door he was wracking his brain for a way to ask her what she does when he sees what she’s wearing. A full on ball gown, and a tiara. Will does a double take, this was not what he was expecting at all. She rolls down her window.
“Hey, thanks so much, I didn’t know who else to call.” She says with a smile.
“No problem…princess.” He says with a slight laugh before looking her over. “I will admit, I’m a little surprised to see you…dressed like that.”
“Oh, god. I forgot I hadn’t told you. I work for a party princess company.” She says as if that will explain everything to him. He looks at her puzzled.
“And that is?” he asks as he leans on her car looking at her.
“I get hired to dress as a princess and show up to kids birthday parties.” She explains. “Sometimes other events too, but mostly parties, hence Party princess,”
“Ah, I didn’t even know that was a thing you could do…” Will smiles and rubs the back of his head sheepishly. After getting under the hood and figuring out that this was not something he could fix on the side of the road they called roadside assistance and as they waited for the tow truck to some he asked her several questions about her job and she happily answered them. After the tow truck came Will drove her home. As he pulled up in front of her place she leans over and kissed his cheek.
“Thank you…prince charming.” She says with a cheeky smile. He chuckles slightly.
“Anything for my damsel in distress.”
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Repayment
Benny pays Frankie back (in a good way).
Rating: Explicit 19+ MDNI
Warnings: Handjob. Oral sex. Slightly Dominant Benny (but really, as usual, Frankie is in charge). Discussion of feelings (well, sentences of a discussion of feelings). Cum eating/sharing… FishBen 😍.
Word Count: ~1.5k
After a long evening, a nice, but long evening, Frankie finally lays down in bed. He and Benny hadn’t discussed finishing what they’d started earlier, so he wasn’t sure if Benny was gonna come in or not.
He wasn’t hard, but he could get there himself, if he needed, he guessed, but before he could start to plan what he wanted to do, he hears the soft click of his door push open and one Benjamin Miller sticks his head in the door.
“Can I come in, Fish?” He asks, voice quiet, unsure.
“Of course, Benny,” he replies immediately, sitting up in bed as Benny comes over and joins him.
Benny kneels on the bed as he gets in, stopping to lean in and kiss Frankie. Frankie sits up further at this, bringing one hand up to grip Benny’s head, parting his lips with his tongue and licking against Benny’s.
“Mmm…” Benny moans as he moves himself closer and closer to the other man.
Frankie brings one hand down to grip Benny’s hip, tugging him forward and Benny moves over, knees either side of Frankie’s hips, lowering himself down onto the other man’s lap.
“Hmmm… god, yeah, Benny,” Frankie moans, hands moving up to tug at the back of the other man’s hand, his hips moving against his.
“Fish… fuck… I… shit, sorry,” Benny murmurs, dropping his forehead to Frankie’s as he ruts against the other man, his dick straining already.
“I wanted to get you off,” he pouts which causes Frankie to chuckle, leaning up to nip at his lips.
“‘S okay, Benny… we will,” he says, nodding and smiling at the younger man as he positions his hands on his hips.
“Fuck, Frankie… god.. I just… I can’t help it… feels so fuckin’ good…” Benny stutters out as his hips thrust against Frankie’s with abandon.
“Mmm… I know, baby, I know…” Frankie murmurs, nuzzling his head against Benny’s neck, taking in his clean, just showered smell, licking at the smooth skin.
“I just… fuck, please.. Frankie…” Benny moans, all pretense of coming in here to get Frankie off gone, but Frankie doesn’t mind. Watching Benny come undone under him, was enough for him. Hell, it practically got him off, anyway.
“Yeah, Benny, that’s it,” Frankie says, hands tightening on the young man’s waist, gently thrusting up into him and guiding him up with his strong arms.
“Shit… Fish… I need… god…” Benny says, eyes pleading with Frankie.
“Shh… it’s okay, baby, just let go,” Frankie tells him, helping Benny fuck against him furiously as he leans own to suck just below Benny’s ear, causing him to moan.
“Shiiit…. Fuuuuck…. Oh god,” Benny groans as he feels himself cum, hips pulsating against Frankie, cumming in his pants, like a teenager, feeling very much like his was back in his teenage years.
Frankie feels Benny’s release, wet against his boxers and he moves his big hands further around his waist, fingers gripping the edge of his soft cheeks.
“Fuck, Fish… ‘M, sorry… I can… shit,” Benny mumbles, attempting to move off Frankie’s hips, lower his body to put his mouth on Frankie, but Frankie’s having none of it.
“Hnn… no… fuck, Benny. Just stay… stay right there,” Frankie says, breathlessly as he squeezes Benny’s hips and ass. He ruts up against Benny, his length hard, leaking, feeling close from the frustrating, but also wonderful, make out session from earlier, and from being able to get Benny off so satisfyingly just now.
Benny, seeing the euphoria in Frankie’s face realises how close Frankie is, so he decides to help him.
He moves a hand down between their bodies, reaching under Frankie’s boxers, wiping his thumb across the leaking tip, pressing in a little as Frankie hisses.
“Ohhh, shit,” Frankie exclaims, bucking his hips and Benny presses down harder with his thighs, trapping the older man there.
“Like you said, Fish,” Benny leans in and whispers in his ear, licking his lips. “I’m real strong.”
And fuck if that doesn’t turn Frankie on even more. He loved directing Benny, being strong and firm for him, but he also loved that Benny was also strong and firm.
Frankie ruts against him, as much as he can when Ben’s holding him down with his thighs, nuzzling against his neck, like he always does, but this time, his hand gripping the thick length, swiping the precum down the shaft. It’s not enough, though.
And Benny realises this too. So he leans back a little and spits. Not the furious, quick spit Frankie would have done. But a long, slow, deliberate movement, hitting precisely where his fingers were stroking Frankie’s thick length.
“Fuck!” Frankie exclaims, as Benny grips him, spreading the liquid around.
Benny grins against him, grinding down, his strokes moving faster and faster as Frankie’s hips buck quicker and quicker.
“Come on Frank… I know you’re close… cum for me, please, babe…” Benny whines as he tightens his grip.
That does it for Frankie. Benny’s frantic movements, strong presence, the pet name, has his balls tightening as he shoots his spend, pulsing against the younger man as he finally reaches his release.
“Fuuuuuckk….. Benny,” he exclaims, breathless, gripping the younger man’s head with both hands, bringing his head down for a passionate kiss, tongue licking into his mouth, trying to show him just how much he appreciated that.
Benny grins against him. “Mmm… shit yeah, Frankie… fuck, that was good…” He brings his hand, covered in Frankie’s cum up to his mouth and before he begin to lick it, Frankie does, sucking his fingers deep into his mouth.
“Jesus, fuck!” Benny exclaims, eyes wide as Frankie sucks his fingers deep.
Frankie pulls his head back, licking the length of Benny’s index finger sensually as Benny drops his hand, panting hard and Frankie moves into to kiss him again, laving his tongue against the other man’s and depositing his cum into Benny’s mouth.
“Mmmhmm…” Benny moans when he realises what Frankie’s doing and pulls back, swallowing hard, licking his lips.
Frankie feels Benny twitch against him.
“Fucking hell!” Benny exclaims, breathless. “I can’t man… fuck… That was so good…”
Frankie just chuckles at him, leaning up to kiss his lips softly, before helping Benny shift off his lap.
Both men dispose of their messy boxers and crawl under the covers. Benny taking his assumed position under Frankie’s strong arm, snuggling up against the other man as Frankie places a kiss on top of his head.
“Thanks, Ben,” Frankie says, quietly.
“Course Fish,” he smiles. The two men are silent for a little longer, their breathing the only sound in the room.
“I could say the same to you,” Benny says a few moments later, much more quietly than Frankie.
Frankie waits, a little sleepy, but he can tell Benny isn’t finished talking. And while he knows he should say something, bring up a discussion about the two of them… he doesn’t want to lose what they’ve got. Besides, he thinks. Benny might be about to say something.
“Frankie…” he says, quietly. “Is this… what we’re… it’s okay?” He sounds, unsure, sad.
Frankie hates that Benny sounds that way with him. It makes him feel like he’s failed Benny somehow, even if that doesn’t really make any sense.
“Benny… yeah. It’s okay. It’s good. We both… want this, right?” Frankie lets the last word hang, the question. He is right, isn’t he? They both must want this if they keep doing it.
Benny’s head shoots up at that. “God, yes, Frankie, I do. I really do, I just… I mean… I don’t know what I’m doing. About anything, really,” he chuckles the last part and Frankie knows he means in general, not just this.
“‘S okay, Benny,” he says. “I don’t know what I’m doing either. I don’t think anyone really does,” he chuckles as he leans his head against the younger man’s.
“Have you…” Frankie starts, but then stops. Pretty sure he knows the answer to his question, and worried that going down this path might panic Benny.
Benny turns to look up at him, noticing the pause, and when he looks at Frankie’s eyes, he knows what he was gonna ask.
“Uh…” Benny says, gulooking at Frankie, shaking his head. “I don’t… I haven’t… it’s just… you,” Benny states, as if that explains everything.
And to Frankie, it kinda does. So he leans in and kisses the younger man firmly on the lips, noses bumping at the passion behind it.
Benny looks up at him, earnestly, as they both pull away from the kiss.
“Hmm… okay, Benny, yeah, I get it. I… it’s you…” Frankie whispers, breathlessly as Benny makes himself comfortable against his side.
Frankie glances down at the younger man’s profile, shaded by the dark of the room and plants a gentle kiss against the man’s temple.
“G’night, Benny,” he murmurs.
“Mmm… g’night, Frank,” comes the mumbled reply as the two men drift off to sleep.
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Excited for the TF fic-a-thon! I have a question just for clarity. Is the no dark fics rule specifically about dark sexual themes or general themes as well? Since the movie itself has so much violence in it I’m not sure if you meant the fics shouldn’t contain any violence or just sexual violence. Thanks!
Hello Anon, I’m so glad you’re excited - so are @romanarose and I! ‘No dark’ for this is indeed specifically with regard to dark sexual themes, yeap. We want to keep it accessible for everybody, so we’re particularly looking to avoid nonconsensual sexual themes.
The movie definitely has quite a lot of violence in it, so keeping canon in mind is generally a great way to approach themes of violence, use of arms, kidnapping in fic for this writing challenge. An example of what would push beyond that would be detailed torture/gore, human trafficking, forced smuggling of drugs - you know?
If you have a specific situation/concern in the fic you’re planning to write and you’re still not sure whether it’s appropriate, please feel free to message me or @romanarose! We’re def not looking to police anyone though, so I wouldn’t worry too much if your fic is pretty in line with how the Triple Frontier movie is.
Thank you for asking! 💜
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Triple Frontier Write-A-Thon
Hosted by @romanarose and @for-a-longlongtime
Hello everyone! March 13th of this year is the 5 year anniversary of Triple Frontier, a movie that was underrated but very precious to all of us. To me, it is a comfort movie and something that through fics and fandom has helped me process a lot of things.
Charlie Hunnam announced recently that there is potential for a sequel and he is trying to get it in production and has signed on as a producer. Me and @for-a-longlongtime want to both drum up a little noise and celebrate this media we all love so much!
How it works
Write a fanfiction of Triple Frontier, following the content rules listed below. This is for both art and fanfiction. We encourage you to utilize twitter or instagram if you’d like to share either, and #triplefrontier or #triplefrontier2019 on any site you post on. If you don’t want to make art or write, we encourage you to use social media platforms with the hashtags to help make some noise.
We are highly encouraging LGBT themes and for you to think outside of x f!reader.
All fics that fall under the rules are encouraged, so if you write Santiago Garcia x afab!f!reader, that’s great! But we’d like to take this time to encourage gay/bi pairings, trans readers, or even trans interpretations of the boys. Branch out!
When you post, tag @triplefrontier-anniversary on tumblr and we will reblog it there. We also may reblog onto our main, so consider tagging one or both of us so we know what’s up! Please follow that page to see what other people are writing! In the tags, please tag it triple frontier write a thon, just to make everything easily found.
If you want to post art that tumblr doesn’t allow like nude art, link the content in a tumblr post, like a twitter link, and we’ll reblog that!
If you exclusively write on ao3 or wattpad or other, you can either make a link on a tumblr post and tag us. Other option is to message me (RomanaRose) privately and I’ll make a post and link you and reblog it to the page.
Rules
We will run from March 1st to March 14th. Fics and art posted before or after will not be counted.
This is not a dark event, sorry! Some of us enjoy dark content but wanted to keep this particular event mostly non-dark. That being said, we will allow dub con in the context of mild alcohol use, power dynamics etc. Kidnapping/arranged marriage etc is fine as long as consent is given for anything sexual. Mostly we are looking to avoid non-con/violence. If you have questions, don’t be afraid to reach out to us!
All participants must be 18+, although smut is not required
No incest, including Millercest. None of the usual ‘no’s’, such as underage content apply in addition to no dark.
We have the right to exclude any fic that makes us uncomfortable. It’s our event.
However, we will NOT be excluding people for personal biases, unless it encroaches on our boundaries. I.E. If we have you blocked, please don’t try to enter the event. However, if we’ve had petty beefs or you and one of our mutuals don’t like each other, we generally will include your work. This event is to promote Triple Frontier, not about us.
LGBT themes are highly encouraged, not required.
Tom is allowed. We’re not gonna tell you not to include him if that’s what your little heart desires. However, we highly encourage that your work includes at least one of the usual 4
Leave me alone I love Arrested Development, RIP Carl Weathers.
We hope everyone has fun and this drums up more Triple Frontier fics, in which we are severely lacking!
Remember to reblog and comment to support artists!
Please come to us with any questions!
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JOIN US for the Triple Frontier 5th Anniversary Write-A-Thon!
Hosted by @romanarose and @for-a-longlongtime
Hello everyone!
March 13th 2024 will be the 5 year anniversary of Triple Frontier, a movie that was underrated but very precious to us all. Whether Frankie Fridays rock your world, you're a Benny kinda-person, you've got a thing for Santi, or are counting everything all the time just like Will - there are so many of us.
Charlie Hunnam announced recently that there is potential for a sequel; he is trying to get it in production and has signed on as a producer. Do we want this? HELL. YEAH. Let's be real, we've probably all thought about how that would go. So @romanarose and I wanted to drum up a little extra excitement all over the place and spread some love for this movie that many of us have watched so many times! (Probably every week. I have no shame admitting this.)
Here's what's happening
It's super simple: create a fanfic of Triple Frontier, any way you like and with any characters you want. Most people will be inclined to write a story, but we always greatly welcome other artistic interpretations. We've listed some content rules below just to make sure it's fun and accessible for everybody, so please check it out. This is for both art and fanfiction. We encourage you to utilize Twitter or Instagram if you’d like to share either, and #triplefrontier or #triplefrontier2019 on any site you post on! Even if you don't plan to participate, please feel free to share this (or other) posts.
Please note you do NOT have to write a 'sequel' to TF; any fic with any Triple Frontier character will do, in pretty much any situation. A 500 word ficlet will be awesome, as will a 20K story, a painting or digital art be!
🏳🌈 We are highly encouraging LGBT themes and for you to think outside of x f!reader. 🏳🌈
👉 If you are writing reader insert, we strongly encourage you to encompass a broad scope of readers if you aren't going to specify the demographic. 👈
(FYI, @idolatrybarbie made a great, important post about the need of inclusive reader inserts a couple of months ago.)
All fics that fall under the rules are encouraged, so if you write Santiago Garcia x afab!f!reader, that’s great! But we’d like to take this time to encourage gay/bi pairings, trans readers, gender neutral characters or readers, or even trans interpretations of the boys. Branch out!
🚨 When you post, PLEASE tag @triplefrontier-anniversary on Tumblr and we will reblog it there. We also may reblog onto our main. Please follow that page to see what other people are writing! In the tags, please tag it triple frontier write a thon, just to make everything easily found.
If you want to post art that Tumblr doesn’t allow things like nude art, link the content in a Tumblr post, like a Twitter link, and we’ll reblog that!
If you exclusively write on AO3 or Wattpad or other, you can either make a link on a Tumblr post and tag us. Or message @romanarose privately and they’ll get this set up for you so we can reblog.
Triple Frontier Write-A-Thon Rules
We will run from March 1st to March 14th. Fics and art posted before or after will not be counted - we're trying to keep things manageabel!
This is not a dark event, sorry! Some of us enjoy dark content but wanted to keep this particular event mostly non-dark. That being said, we will allow dub con in the context of mild alcohol use, power dynamics etc. Nothing cooercive, anything sexual should be done with consent. Mostly we are looking to avoid non-con/violence. If you have questions, don’t be afraid to reach out to us!
All participants must be 18+, although smut is not required
No incest, including Millercest. No underage content, no grooming, no - do we really need to list it all here? Again, this is not a dark fic thing.
We have the right to exclude any fic that makes us uncomfortable. It’s our event.
However, we will NOT be excluding people for personal biases, unless it encroaches on our boundaries. This event is to promote Triple Frontier, not about us.
LGBTQ+ characters and themes are highly encouraged, not required. Any fandom thrives when it's inclusive, so we want to explicitely welcome and encourage authors to be themselves and write what they want! Or perhaps even try something new, if so far you've only written P boys x f!reader/OFC.
Tom is allowed. We’re not gonna tell you not to include him if that’s what your little heart desires. However, we highly encourage that your work includes at least one of the usual four guys.
(We don't know WHY you would want this but but FINE. If you must...)
We hope everyone has fun and that this will drum up some more Triple Frontier fics! It's just a fun little thing we want to do in order to celebrate all of you as authors, artists and the movie/characters that have made such an impact on many of us.
Once we start reblogging your entries at @triplefrontier-anniversary starting March 1st, remember to reblog and comment to support artists!
Please come to @romanarose or me with any questions!
PS: Just to make sure there's no confusion - this write-a-thon is explicitely about the Triple Frontier characters, so there's no RPF.
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Puzzle Pieces Drabbles: part 2
Ben Miller x Fem!Reader
Fic Summary: You're dating Tom, a whirlwind romance that came at a low point in your life. Within months, you live with him and he's not as nice as he was in the begining. Tom does things that upset you, Benny finds a way to make it better.
Chapter Summary: Tom won't come look at your tomatoes. Based on a tumblr post I cant find.
Warnings: IDK what to call this but it's def shitty behavior throughout. Will progressively get worse during the series but let's start with this. Drinking. Someone not appriciating your excitment.
A/N: This will be a short series of comfort drabbles where Tom does something shitty and Ben makes it better. No smut. I'm at a low point rn and just want softness.
This is my submission for Triple Frontier Write-a-Thon !!! come join in the fun and follow @triplefrontier-anniversary to find more fics!!!
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“TOM!!!!!” You scramble up from your garden patch to where you were tending to your plants, standing to see Tom and Ben drinking on the porch.
Tom turns, looking worried. “What? What happened?!”
“My tomato’s bloomed!!!” You say with a wide grin, giddy with excitement.
He relaxes. “Oh my god. Is that it? Woman, you scared the shit out of me.” He went back to his grilling.
Your shoulder slump a little. “Sorry… I was just excited…” You point to your garden. “It’s just… the tomatoes!!!” Ben is watching curiously, but he doesn’t say anything.
Tom flips a burger. “Uh huh. That’s nice honey.”
Ben asks a question now. “The tomatoes?”
Muttering, Tom explains with a wave of his hand. “She was trying to get the tomatoes to grow forever.”
“So will you please come see them?” You try to get him to come over, but he just looks over the railing.
“Uh-huh, they look great.”
Your hands drop to your side. “Tom, you can’t even see them.”
“They look… so cool” Is he… laughing? He’s laughing at you. You don’t turn to look at Ben, you couldn’t bear to see him laughing at you too. So, you simply go back to your garden, tending to the weeds, trying to immerse yourself in the classical music you heard helps plants grow. You don’t even hear him walk up to you at the garden bed.
“Oh!” Your startle when Benny kneels down next to you, getting in the dirt with you.
“Shit, sorry.” Ben chuckles, his floppy dirty blonde hair falling in his eyes. You wonder if he ever had an emo phase. “I wanted to see the tomatoes”
You roll your eyes but laugh. “You don’t want to see my tiny green tomatoes.”
He is completely sincere, blue eyes shining in the summer sun as he smiles. He has a pretty smile. “I do, actually.” You ignore the flutter in your chest.
So, you show them to him, Benny sounding very impressed as he looks. He tells you how his therapist wanted him to try getting plants to have something to take care of, briefly mentioning that he feels like he was alay the one being cared for. He chuckles when he says ‘guess I’m not responsible enough to keep a succulent alive’, but you can feel the truth behind his words. You offer to help him if he wants to try again. Benny lights up at that.
You want to know what he’s in therapy for, why he feels like he’s not responsible enough for a plant, you want to know so much more about him… but you don’t ask. Ben isn’t your boyfriend, Tom is. You loved Tom, you were going to marry Tom. Ben… Ben was just a nice bonus, right?
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Just sees what he wants to see
(Benjamin "Benny" Miller x Gn!Reader)
Words: 472
A/N: For the Triple Frontier Write-a-Thon.
“Wait what?” they asked bewildered by the statement that just came out of Ben’s mouth.
“Where’s the Capybara I adopted?” He repeated as he held a stuffed animal in his hand with a confused look on his face. He’s standing in the doorway of their shared bedroom, where they are folding the laundry. They realized in that moment he resembled a golden retriever puppy who just got tricked into chasing a ball that was still in your hand.
“You…what? I don’t understand, you adopted a Capybara?” They try to get a clarification while holding a clean t-shirt in their hands as they look inquisitively at him.
“I thought I did…But all that came in the mail was this…and some papers” Benny pouted slightly. With just the slightest shimmer of sadness in their boyfriends eyes they immediately went into “fix it” mode, tossing the t-shirt back into the laundry pile to go look into what on earth he was talking about. As they walked into the kitchen they saw the papers in question. On the top was the familiar panda bear symbol of the World Wildlife Fund, and they started to laugh.
“Whats so funny?” Benny asks and cocks his head to the side.
“Babe, this was a symbolic adoption. You donated money to a fund to save endangered animals. You didn’t actually adopt a Capybara.” They look at him with amused affection. Sometimes they wondered if Ben had been dropped as a baby, something to ask Will later. They put a hand on his shoulder for support as they nearly fall over laughing, while handing him the paper. As he reads it carefully his eyes widen in surprise and then he flushes from embarrassment.
“Oh, that makes sense…I was wondering how they could only charge 60 bucks for a whole animal.” He chuckles slightly, looking over at his partner as they started laughing harder clutching to benny for dear life.
“60 Bucks! For a capybara? Benny, baby, where would we even keep it?” They managed to say between laughs. Benny smiled his killawatt smile at them and wraps his arms around them.
“Uh, I donno, Maybe the bath tub?” He suggests with a wiggle of his eyebrows. They shake their head before taking a deep breath.
“Benny, I swear, sometimes I think your brain is off in nowhere land.” They smile. Putting their hands on his chest as they laugh together.
“Oh c’mon it can’t be that bad…” He leaves a wet kiss on their cheek, giving them that big goofy grin of his. As they look into his baby blue eyes they can’t help but agree.
“Nah, its not that bad...” They say as they look at the stuffed Capybara sitting on the counter, and find themselves grateful that Benny didn’t adopt an actual animal to live in their bath tub.
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If you would like to Symbolically adopt an animal please look into the World Wildlife Fund's Website
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Come on baby, make it hurt so good
(Francisco "Catfish" Morales x Gn!Reader)
Words: 374
A/N: For the Triple Frontier Write-a-Thon.
Frankie had grown up loving spicy food. Every pepper he could get his hands on he ate it, even as a very small child he was always seeking out spice. So when his partner wanted to take him to their favorite Asian restaurant he didn’t even think twice about it. as the waiter came by they gave their order and Frankie closed the menu and handed it to the waiter.
“I’ll have the Hot and Sour glass noodles.” He says plainly. The waiter nodded and walked away to put in their order while his partner looks at him like he’s lost his mind. “what is it Mi Vida?”
“Fish, that’s like, one of the spiciest dishes they do here! It’s seriously intense.” They look at their boyfriend and see the familiar grin on his face.
“Oh c’mon how bad can it be?” Frankie laughed, they shake their head.
“Alright but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” They say with a roll of their eyes and a small smile. When the food arrives they watch as Frankie slurps up the noodles and broth and for a second she thought she might have been wrong, but then slowly but surely he starts to flush and his eyes start to water. They start to laugh slightly while watching Frankie start to realize what’s going on, and she could swear she could see steam coming out of his ears as he tries to chug his soda as quickly as possible.
“Hey, this…this is really hot, Like capital H-Hot.” He says panting slightly. At this point they can’t stifle their laugh and they lean back with laughter.
“I…I..Fuckin,Told you Frankie!” they managed to get out through the laughter He looked at her and for a split second his face was dead serious before he also starts to laugh.
“You…You…Diablito! How was I supposed to know it was this spicy! Eh!” His laughter joined her in harmony as the sound echoed throughout the restaurant.
“Because I said it was Spicy you…you dork!” they had managed to stop laughing for the time being. From that point on Frankie knew better that to assume he could handle any and all spice. They were never, ever going to let him live this down.
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Translations:
Mi Vida: my life
Diablito: Little Devil
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Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
(Santiago “Pope” Garcia x TransFem!reader)
A/N: For the Triple Frontier Write-a-Thon.
Words: 524
Santiago looks at the plastic stick in his hand, two pink lines indicating positive. He felt his heart leap in his chest. He hadn’t every really thought about being a dad, It wasn’t something that had even crossed his mind. But to find a pregnancy test left on the counter…He had to think about it. Santi put the test down and wandered out to the living room where his girlfriend was sitting reading on the couch. He gets on his knees in front of her, something he instantly regrets, he puts his head on her hand on her thigh to gently get her attention, looking up at her with those soft brown eyes. She looks at him over her book, before noting his brows furrowed in concern.
“Hermosa…can we talk?” He asks, his voice still so smooth despite worry in it.
“Of course, what is it Santi?” She slides the bookmark into place then puts the book down. He takes a deep breath before siting up and taking her hands in his.
“You know I’ll always be there for you, no matter what happens, no matter what comes I’ll be by your side, through everything. Nothing will come between us. I want to be there for all of it. No matter what.” Santiago was nearly in tears, so focused on showing his support he hardly notices the confusion on her face.
“Not that I don’t appreciate it but…what the hell are you talking about?” She looks at him with affectionate confusion. He sighs and adjusts as to not be putting all his weight on his knees.
“ I found the pregnancy test in the bathroom…” He says gently.
“And?” She seemed even more confused, which confused him.
“And…that means you’re…well we’re…what am I missing?” He blinks a few times genuinely confused. She starts to laugh slightly.
“"Santi, I love you, but I don't have a uterus. Never really got one of those.” She leans forward Looking at him with a smile on her face as she watches the realization cross his face.
“Oh…Right. I’m an idiot.” He laughs. Shaking his head at his own forgetfulness with a smile on his face.
“Not an Idiot, just, absent minded.” She smiles before sliding off the floor and sitting in front of him, she takes his face in her hands and softly runs her thumb over his cheek. “It’s my friend Tessa’s test, she wanted somewhere to take one that her husband wouldn’t find it, she wants it to be a surprise.”
“Oh, that makes more sense…Good for her and Mike.” Santiago feels the weight lift from his shoulders but feels slightly disappointed at the same time, watching his face fall slightly she smiles at him slightly.
“You know there are other ways to have kids right? We could…adopt, someday, if you want?” She asks softly while still holding his face. Again Santiago had never once thought of being a dad before that day, but now, he wanted that more than anything in the world. Santiago pulls her into his lap and leans down to kiss the top of her head.
“I…I would like that. Someday. Yes.”
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The Party (Part 2)
Frankie looks for a late night snack and gets more than he bargained for.
Just random FishBen origins that show the depth and progression of their relationship. This is set a few months after they come back from Colombia and Frankie has been living with the Miller brothers.
Another submission for the Triple Frontier Write A Thon!
In this little world, Joel Miller is the Miller brothers Dad. Shhh… it could totally work, just… play a little with the ages lol
Rating: Explicit 18+ MDNI.
Warnings: Friends to Lovers. Sex. Masturbation. Exhibitionism (sort of?). Jealousy (from both Benny AND Frankie). FishBen. Threesome. Kind of Dom Benny. But really Frankie knows what he’s doing. Oral Sex. Vaginal Fingering. Cumplay.
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He wakes, a few hours later, checking the time. 2:03 am. Getting up, he makes his way to the bathroom, relieving himself, realising the mess he made in his boxers, but ignoring it for now.
He washes his hand, hearing his stomach grumble and figures he’ll check the kitchen. Grab a late night snack.
He pads softly into the kitchen, still half asleep. He doesn’t realise he’s got company until he steps a foot in the kitchen, catching Benny, with Ash on his lap, at the dining table.
“Fiiishhh….” Benny calls out, voice softer than… earlier, but still a little… drunk? His arm is wrapped around Ash, who’s sitting there in one of Benny’s t-shirts. Benny’s chest is naked, and Frankie can only hope he’s wearing some boxers under the table.
“Hi,” Ash says softly. She’s a little more demure than Benny, but not embarrassed, like Frankie was feeling.
“Uh… hey,” he stammers, scratching the back of his head. “What’re you guys doin’ up?”
“Worked up an appetite,” Benny says, grinning widely at Frankie. He slides over his plate of leftovers from the party. “Take a seat. Join us.”
Frankie stares at his friend for a few seconds. Benny’s voice, his words, seem loaded.
Against his better judgement, as had mostly been the case with Benny recently, he sits down, taking the offered plate of food.
Benny just keeps grinning at him before turning to look at Ash and leaning in to nip at her neck, whispering, “See. Told ya.” He nods his head towards Frankie’s crotch and Frankie follows Ash’s eyes to look down, realising what they’re looking at.
He gulps, slamming his ass down in the chair, saying, “Fuck off.” He grabs the fork and starts eating some of the food, Benny watching him closely, Ash just giving him a soft smile, while she plays with the strands of Benny’s hair.
Frankie didn’t realise how hungry he was, but he thinks, somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, that maybe he’s hungry for something other than food.
The three of them say nothing for a few minutes as Frankie eats in silence.
Benny slides his beer across the table towards Frankie, eyes on the older man the entire time.
Frankie swallows his mouthful before reaching for the beer, fingers brushing Benny’s, electricity shooting from his fingertips to Ben’s, or maybe it was the other way around.
Without losing eye contact, Frankie brings the beer to his lips, taking a long, refreshing sip.
Frankie has no idea what the plan is. Or if there even is a plan.
“You good, Frank?” Benny asks, his grin never leaving his face, voice rough and low.
“Yeah, I’m alright, Ben,” he replies, taking another sip.
“You ah… heard us, earlier, huh?” Benny asks, smirking.
Frankie rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I’m surprised the whole house didn’t hear,” his eyes quickly dart to Ash to see how she’s taking his, but he sees she’s smirking now too.
“Nah,” Benny says, brushing him off as he takes his beer back, sipping it gratefully. “Was just for you, Fish. Knew you prob’ly needed it,” he says, nodding his beer down to under the table at Frankie’s lap.
Pushing the plate of food away and folding his arms, he huffs out, “Oh fuck off, dude.”
“Hey, hey,” Benny says, holding his hands up, one hand still firmly holding the beer, the other wrapped tightly around Ash’s shoulders. “It’s all good man… Ash is… she’s kinda into you man…”
Frankie splutters at that.
“What?!” He looks over to the young woman who just shrugs her shoulders a little, and raises her eyebrows slightly.
Benny turns his head, whispering into her ear, nodding, and she gets up, making her way over to Frankie.
He gulps, looking from Benny to Ash as she gestures for him to turn slightly. He does, and she scoots in, placing her legs either side of his lap, sitting directly on him.
“Holy shit!” Frankie exclaims, noticing she’s not wearing anything underneath the tshirt. Benny’s tshirt.
“What the fuck is this?” Frankie exclaims. “What’re you doing, Ash? You two just…” Frankie stutters. It’s not that he isn’t attracted to Ash, but… he knows her and Benny have… a thing. Plus, they just had sex. What the hell was going on?
“Relax, Frankie,” she says, pressing her chest against him as she leans down to kiss his neck. Grabbing the curls at the base of his neck, she tugs and he groans, his hips voluntarily thrusting up to meet her.
“Ohh…” she says, pulling back, giving him a smile. “You don’t want this?”
Frankie’s breathing increases as he looks from Ash to Benny.
Benny’s sitting on the other side of the table, looking like the cat who got the cream. One hand is resting across the back of the chair next to him. The other hand has disappeared beneath the table and Frankie can only imagine what it’s doing. And this time, he does let himself imagine.
Still not 100% sure what is going on, he lets his body take control.
Ash’s supple form, rolling against his, her heated core soaking him through his boxers. The intense need for human connection, touch, he grips the back of her head with his two large hands, hard and brings her lips to his.
Kissing her long, hard, parting her lips with his tongue, she bounces on his lap, seeking something.
He stops the kiss, moving his head down to nuzzle at her breasts through the tshirt. Benny’s tshirt. It smells like him and Frankie keeps his head there, savouring deep breaths as his hands, move down her back, to the hem of the shirt.
He pushes his hands up underneath the front of the shirt before she suddenly stops him.
“Wait, wait,” she cries out, breathless, and Frankie immediately drops his hands, his dick softening a little.
“Shit,” he exclaims, leaning back, giving her space. “Are you okay? Do you not want… this?” He asks, looking to Benny, before looking back her.
“Oh, god, no, not that,” she says grinning as she leans down to peck his lips. Turning her head back over her shoulder to look at Benny, she says, “I just think we should move. You know, out of the kitchen? Will’ll kill us if he finds us doing this in here.”
Frankie breathes a sigh of relief, not sure how he was going to cope if she wanted to stop this as Benny just laughs at her standing.
Frankie has the answer as to whether or not Benny was wearing anything under the table, and the answer is ‘no.’
“Remind me not to sit there tomorrow,” he jokes as Benny makes his way around the table, unabashedly stroking his cock. He grabs Ash’s hand as he passes, leading both Ash and Frankie down the hall and into Frankie’s room.
Frankie’s heart is racing, his breathing is quick. He shuts the door, gulping as he leans against it and watches Benny make himself comfortable on his bed. Something he’s done hundreds of times before.
But this time, he’s alluring, sitting there, naked, long legs lounging on the bed, svelte body leaning back against the headboard, stroking his pretty, pretty dick, leisurely, languidly.
Ash prances over to him kneeling on the bed and leaning over to kiss Benny, but he quickly shoos her back. “Go to Frankie, babe. He needs this, not me.”
She turns around to see the man in question, raising her eyebrows at him as she begins to lift the shirt over her head.
“Wait!” Frankie cries out, causing her to immediately stop, a confused look crossing her face.
“I.. uh… just, leave the shirt on,” he says, quickly, eyes darting between Benny and her as he rushes over to the bed, quickly covering her body with his and pinning her to the mattress.
He tries to ignore the fact that Benny is not only naked, right next to him, but getting himself off to the two of them making out, and instead focuses on Ash, on making her feel good.
It’d had been a while since he’d been with anyone, but he wasn’t going to waste whatever this was.
He quickly brings his hands back up underneath her shirt, finding her breasts as he nuzzles her neck. The scent of Benny so strong, but he isn’t sure if it’s the shirt, or the fact that the man is right next to him working up a sweat.
He shakes his head, trying to clear it as he leans back into kiss her. He nips behind her ear, whispering, “I’m not sure I can hold it darlin’. It’s uh… been a while.”
“Oh god, Frankie…” she replies. “That’s fine, please… just fuck me…”
He chuckles, appreciating her enthusiasm and glad she’s turned on, but he hopes he can make her cum before him. At least.
He brings one hand down to between her thighs, where she’s spread them wide, Benny so kindly gripping one across his thigh.
“There ya go, Fish, I’ll help you out,” he jokes and Frankie just shakes his head, ignoring him, not knowing what to do with this cocky Benny.
He runs his fingers up and down her dripping slit, dipping lightly inside with two, just to feel how ready she is. She feels really wet, and when he withdraws his fingers, he sees why.
“You came in her?” He asks Benny, eyes wide, holding his fingers up in the dark light of the room.
Benny’s eyes are glazed over as he’s still lazily stroking his cock and he reaches out a hand to grab at Frankie’s.
“Oh yeah…” he chuckles, circling Frankie’s hand by the wrist and leaning over to bring the fingers to his mouth.
He sucks the two fingers down to his palm, licking the mess off them, rolling his tongue before pulling off with a lewd pop!
“Hnnnn…..” Ash moans underneath him as Frankie softly cries, “Fucking hell…” eyes widening before turning back to Ash.
“Sorry, baby,” he says, leaning down to kiss her thigh.
“Hmmm… ‘s okay… I know….” She says and while Frankie doesn’t quite ‘know’ what she ‘knows’, he doesn’t have time to think about as he dives in, licking her cunt in one long stripe from her asshole all the way to her clit.
He sucks the little bud hard into his mouth, licking and sucking all around it while rubbing his fingers across her lips, before plunging in with two thick fingers.
“Oh god, Frankie,” she cries out, hands reaching down to grab at his head.
“Mmmm,” he moans against her cunt, bringing his mouth down to lick at her opening, slotting his tongue in alongside his fingers.
“Hmmmm…. Yeah…” Benny moans beside them as he suddenly shoves his hand in front of Frankie’s face.
“Get my hand wet, Fish,” he orders, and Frankie is so delirious he doesn’t think, just starts sucking all over Benny’s palm, licking, sucking, drooling, as Benny laughs.
“I meant with her wetness, but yeah, this works,” he chuckles as he withdraws his hand when he hears Ash whine and continues stroking his cock.
Frankie dives straight back in, adding his tongue alongside his fingers, a third added now, stretching her out.
He ruts against the bed. His dick hasn’t been this hard in years. He’s not sure if he’s even gonna make it inside her, but he’s gonna hold out as long as he can.
Panting, he pulls his mouth off to look up at Ash, and then Benny.
“Frankieee….” She whines, hands gripping his head. “Why’d ya stop? Please… I’m so… hnnn close….”
“You heard her, Fish. Make her cum,” Benny says, eyes boring into Benny as he lowers his mouth back to her cunt, licking up her dripping excess as his fingers roughly plow into her.
His eyes never leave Benny’s.
“Ohh… hnnn.. ohh…” Ash cries out, her hips stuttering. “Oh god… I’m gonna… I’m cumming….”
That’s enough for Frankie to focus in a little more on her. His eyes stay glued to the other man’s as his fingers pump roughly into her. He licks at her clit a few times, before engulfing it with his mouth, sucking hard as she explodes over him.
“Ohhh.. fuuuuckkk….” She moans, hips rolling around as the overwhelming feelings set in.
Frankie sits up on his knees, clumsily shucking his boxers down as low as he can while gripping his thick cock, pumping it hard with the glistening juices from Ash.
He stares at Benny as the two of them stroke themselves. Benny’s strokes becoming much harder, quicker. Frankie wasting no time. He’s been close to cumming since he shut the door.
“Fuck… oh… fuck…” he cries out, running his hand over the tip one last time before he feels it, creeping up out from his balls, gripping the base of his cock and shooting his load all over Ash’s stomach, over Benny’s tshirt.
“Hnnnn….” He groans, gripping his dick, stroking to get every last drop out.
Still staring at Benny, the younger man’s breaths become quicker, his wrist moving faster and faster before he groans, face tensing as he shoots rope after rope of cum across his stomach, hips bucking at the oversensitivity as he rubs his fingers over the head of his penis.
Body trembling, a realisation washes over his face and he avoids Frankie’s eyes.
Frankie isn’t sure what that realisation was, but he knows it wasn’t good.
Realising all three of them were probably going to be coming out of the haze they’d been in when this had started soon, he hops off the bed, moving to the ensuite to prep for clean up.
He hears the low voices of Ash and Benny outside, and is thankful they don’t stop when he walks in the room. Ash is smiling softly at him, and even Benny gives him a smile, albeit a shy one. He throws a towel onto Benny’s chest before he brings a warm, damp towel over to Ash, and softly wipes between her sore legs.
“Hmm… thanks, Frankie,” she says softly. They both eye the shirt and she quickly pulls it off over her head, handing it to Frankie.
He gulps as he stares at it, then Benny.
He quickly wipes himself clean with the same towel he used for Ash, before placing both it, and Benny’s tshirt, in the laundry hamper.
He’s noticed Benny hasn’t moved to clean himself up and he hovers by the side of the bed. Naked, softening cock hanging down his thigh.
“Need a hand, Benny?” He asks, softly.
Benny rolls his head a bit, looking at up his friend and gives a slight shrug of his shoulders, before looking over at Ash.
Frankie takes it, and carefully, s l o w l y wipes up where Benny spilled across his stomach. Giving a quick wipe down over Benny’s softening dick, that twitches as he touches it.
Locking that - and this entire evening - away in his head to deal with at another time, he chucks the last towel in the hamper, making his way back to the other side of the bed.
“You guys just sleep in here, yeah. Too late for… moving…” he explains as he gets in beside Ash, keeping a little distance, not sure what she wants after sex.
Benny seems to let him know though, throwing himself across Ash, much like he does to the older man when they share a bed, and his fingertips and feet reach out to touch Frankie anyway he can.
Frankie turns to smile at Ash before making eye contact with Benny who gives him a small smile.
“Fiiishhh….” He says, whining as he wiggles his fingers a little.
“Yeah, yeah, Benny,” Frankie says as he leans over to grab Benny’s fingers, giving them a light kiss.
“Alright, alright. Let’s go to sleep, guys. You know Will is gonna up at the crack of dawn tomorrow.”
As he leans back, hearing the breathing of the two people next to him even out, he tries not to let the anxious thoughts creep into his head.
Fortunately, he’s so spent from the amazing orgasm he had, he falls asleep shortly after.
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The Party (Part 1)
Will hosts a party to introduce his new girlfriend. Benny tries to make Fish jealous.
Just random FishBen origins that show the depth and progression of their relationship. This is set a few months after they come back from Colombia and Frankie has been living with the Miller brothers.
Another submission for the Triple Frontier Write A Thon!
In this little world, Joel Miller is the Miller brothers Dad. Shhh… it could totally work, just… play a little with the ages lol.
Rating: Explicit 18+ MDNI.
Warnings: Friends to Lovers. Sex. Masturbation. Exhibitionism (sort of?). Jealousy (from both Benny AND Frankie). FishBen. Threesome. Kind of Dom Benny. But really Frankie knows what he’s doing. Oral Sex. Vaginal Fingering. Cumplay.
Word Count: ~1.8k
The party is in full swing. And by full swing, there are about ten people there, which is a good size for a decent party.
Will liked entertaining, but didn’t want a whole bunch of people trashing his place. He liked quiet, but fun-filled evenings, and that’s why he decided on a small group for this evening’s festivities to introduce his new girlfriend.
It had been a rocky start. He thought she wasn’t interested, but it took him a while to figure out how to approach her, connect with her. And she was definitely interested. She balanced him well, with him not realising how much he needed to step back, relish the calm and quiet. Hence, the move to a party of ten, as opposed to the ragers he used to throw in his youth.
His Uncle Tommy makes his way over. “This sure is a different kind of party for you, kid,” he jokes, taking a sip of beer.
Will looks over to where his girlfriend is sitting quietly, next to Frankie, someone she felt comfortable with, because her body language definitely displayed discomfort with talking to the two other people in the group that she’d just met tonight.
“She seems real sweet,” Tommy says, nodding to Will’s girlfriend.
Smiling at Tommy, he nods. “Yeah… she’s great. But… I gotta go…” he says pointing to her and making his way over there.
Tommy chuckles, sipping his beer again as his brother Joel comes over.
“Good party,” Tommy says, by way of initiating a conversation.
Joel just grunts, taking a sip of his beer.
“Will’s girl sure is nice. Different from his past…” Tommy says, noticing his brother’s hard look at him. “Not that that… anyway, yeah she’s nice. It’s good he’s happy.”
When Tommy doesn’t hear a response from his brother he turns to look at him. His eyes are narrowed in on his youngest son, watching him sitting at the table with the group.
“What’s up, Joel?” Tommy asks, able to tell his brother is keeping something inside.
Stunned for a second, almost as if he forgot Tommy was right there, he turns to look at his brother, raising his palms out. “Nothing, Tommy. Mmm… yeah, Will seems happy. It’s good.”
“Uh huh,” Tommy says taking another sip of beer and watching Benny move over to Frankie, leaning in close to speak to him. He raises his eyebrows, looking back at his brother, who seemed to be watching the same scene play out.
“Frankie seems to be doin’ alright,” Tommy says. “Man, I don’t know what shit went down a coupla months ago, fucking boys,” he grumbles, thinking about the horrible out of country trip the men went on a few months ago. “But it’s a real shame about Frankie and his missus. They have a lil kid… But he seems to be doin’ alright now. Staying with Will… ‘n‘ Benny.”
Tommy turns to take in his older brother’s serious profile. He silently observes the group of younger people out on the lawn.
Slowly sipping his beer again, he murmurs, “Mmmhmm…” as he makes his way back to the party, picking up another beer from the cooler as he does.
Shaking his head, Tommy makes his way back over too, picking up another beer too.
“I guess we’re all crashing tonight then,” he mumbles to himself.
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Frankie feels Benny sit in close next to him. Trailing behind him was his friend, Ash.
Frankie gives her a tight smile as Benny pushes in closer to him.
He had nothing against Ash. She was a lovely young woman who’d been a friend of Ben’s for years. He was pretty sure they were friends ‘with benefits’, but either way, she was nice enough.
He shakes his head at Benny though, a little annoyed as there’s no need for him to be that close. He gives Ash another tight smile as Benny drapes himself across Frankie’s back, while gripping Ash’s hand tight.
Frankie sees Tommy and Joel make their way over to the table, sitting opposite. Joel gives him an indiscernible look, while Tommy smiles at him.
“Frankieeee….” Benny whines in his ear, his breath hot, body warm and hard against him. Frankie shrugs his shoulders, trying to move Benny back a little, but he doesn’t budge.
“Are you mad at me?” He asks, voice quiet, causing Frankie to immediately turn to look at the younger man.
“Benny,” he says quietly, eyes darting around the table, but grateful that the background noise of a Spotify playlist breaching the speakers and the low hum of conversation muffling theirs. “Why would I be mad at you?”
Benny shrugs, pouting his lips a little, drawing Frankie’s eyes straight down to them. This causes Benny to smirk a little. Frankie huffs out a breath.
“Cause I’ve been entertaining Ash all evening,” he says quietly, shrugging his shoulders, gripping her hand more tightly, but not turning to look at her.
Frankie looks past Benny’s shoulder to see the girl, deep in conversation with one of Will’s friends on the other side of them.
“Well, yeah, you should be entertaining her. She’s your friend. Why would I be mad?” Frankie lets the question hang. If Benny has something he wants to add, he can.
Instead, Benny opens his mouth slightly, before pursing his lips, raising his eyebrows and turning back to Ash in a huff.
Frankie rolls his eyes and turns back to the conversation on the other side of the table, pushing thoughts of Benny and Ash out of his mind.
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Later that night, after everyone had left, well, mostly everyone. Will and Ben’s dad, Joel, and their Uncle Tommy were crashing. And after helping Will clean up a bit, Frankie settled into his bed.
Unfortunately, he shared a wall with Benny. And Benny and his friend Ash, weren’t exactly quiet.
“Jesus Christ, Benny,” Frankie mumbles under his breath. This is the last thing he needs to hear right now.
His feelings towards Benny had been… changing for a few months now. They’d always been close. Had a different relationship from the rest of the crew. But he figured that was because they just got on well.
Benny was younger than the rest of them, and the others kind of treated him that way and it made him feel like he didn’t ‘fully’ belong. Frankie kind of got it. He always felt like he didn’t belong in the group either. Feeling like he’d never be like Will. Or Santiago. Or Tom. Never smart enough, responsible enough.
And even when Benny became more… handsy, for lack of a better word over the past few months, he didn’t… hate it. But it also didn’t seem like… anything.
However… lately, he felt like something had changed. It was more charged between the two of them. And he didn’t know what it meant.
His thoughts are interrupted by a loud bang against the wall.
“Hnnn…. Fuck, baby….” Benny exclaims, loud enough, clear enough, through the wall.
Frankie groans, turning over in the bed, trying to block out the noise of his… friend having sex a few feet away.
“Oh god… oh god… baby… please… fuck…” Benny cries and given he can’t hear Ash replying, Frankie can only imagine what she’s doing.
No! he thinks, trying to shake the thoughts from his head. He shouldn’t be imagining anything.
“Hnnnn… oh my god, fuck that’s it… fuck, baby, your mouth,” Benny practically yells as Frankie huffs out a breath, flopping onto his back and covering his face with a pillow.
There’s a few seconds of wondrous silence and Frankie hopes to god it’s over, which, as embarrassing as that would be for Benny, it would be sweet relief for Frankie.
He hears a soft voice speaking.
“Benny…” Ash whines. “You’re so loud! Shhh!” She directs him as he hears Benny chuckle.
“Relax, baby, they’re all drunk,” Benny calls out, his voice is definitely louder than necessary. “‘Sides… Frankie’s prolly lovin’ in… aren’t ya, Frank?” There are three sudden loud slaps against the wall.
SLAP SLAP SLAP
“Ain’t that right, buddy?” Benny guffaws through the wall.
“Benny!” Ash exclaims and Frankie hears Benny mumble. He can practically guess how Ash has tried to get him to shut up.
“Fuck off, Ben!” Frankie calls back through the wall.
Fortunately, there’s no more banter.
The noise hasn’t ceased, but at least Benny doesn’t seem to be speaking to him anymore.
Rolling over, trying to put the two of them and what they’re doing out of his head, Frankie closes his eyes, trying to will himself to sleep.
“Hnn… ohh.. fuck yeah, baby, that’s it…. Mmm opening up so good for me…” Benny says, voice a little lower, rougher.
Frankie cringes, hearing the deep voice of his friend. He starts to feel himself swell in his boxers and he slams his hand against the bed next to his thigh.
For fucks sake, he thinks to himself. It had been forever since he’d gotten laid. And what with Benny creeping in to sleep in his bed practically every night for… whatever reason… he’d barely had time to get himself off.
“Uhnnn… Benny… ohhh…” he hears Ash whine through the wall.
“Hnn… yeah, fuck, baby, that’s it… hnn.. take it… uhnnnn…” he hears Benny say, slamming into Ash, and subsequently the wall, a consistent thud thud thud.
Frankie tries to will himself to sleep. Tries to ignore his now hard, throbbing cock, but he thinks to himself, ‘fuck it’. It’s Benny’s fault. For many things.
So he shoves his hand in his boxers, gripping himself hard, stroking his length, enjoying the rough movements, a little pain helping himself subdue his feelings right now.
Benny is pretty vocal, whining as he fucks Ash. “Oh god.. fuck… I’m … hnn.. come on baby, cum for me… come on.. hnn… that’s it… hnn.. good… girl… fuck… hmmm….”
Benny’s litany of words reach Frankie somewhere deep inside. He’s imagining Benny saying those things to him. Fucking into him hard enough to slam the bed against the bedroom wall, calling him ‘good’, and that does it.
Within seconds, he’s cumming over his fist, stroking himself through it, not letting himself give into the feelings of shame or remorse, and not even attempting to think about the fact he got off to his friend fucking his friend, while he listened in.
“Ohhh… hnnnn.. fuck… Bennny,” Ash’s voice breaks through the wall.
“Mmm… hnnn… fuck yeah, baby, that’s it… I’m fucking cumming… hmm… yeah…” Benny calls out as Frankie hears the end of their amorous activities.
“Oh fuck… Benny.. Jesus,” he hears Ash huff out through the wall, laughing. “Fuck, we were loud!” She says, clearly not caring she’s still being loud.
He hears Benny laugh through the wall. “Nah… fuck it. Prolly only Frankie heard us and god knows he needed it.” Frankie hears him tap the wall a few times. Thump Thump Thump. “You’re welcome, Fish!”
“Benny…stop.. shh…” he hears Ash giggle.
Frankie thinks of responding, but then realises he’s better off pretending he slept through it.
He tosses and turns, drifting off into a fitful sleep.
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A New Home
Set after the events of Triple Frontier. Frankie has moved in with the Miller brothers as his ex-partner doesn’t want him at home anymore. Frankie feels like he’s getting in the way.
Just random FishBen origins that show the depth and progression of their relationship.
Another submission for the Triple Frontier Write A Thon!
Rating: Mature 18+ MDNI
Warnings: FishBen. Miller brothers arguing lol.
Word Count: ~ 1k
“You gotta give him some space, Benny.”
Benny look at his brother, eyes wide.
“What’re you talking about, dude?” Benny is clueless as to what Will could be talking about.
“Frankie,” he responds, as if that’s obvious.
“What do you mean? I am giving him space!” Benny exclaims, slamming his bowl in the sink.
Will rolls his eyes at his brother’s attitude. Seemingly angry at a simple statement. But it speaks to his feelings towards Frankie. Strong feelings.
“I just mean, he might like a little time to himself, now and again. It’s gotta be… tough, dealing with what he’s dealing with…” Will explains.
While he and his fiancée never got to the marriage or kid stage, he knows how hard the end of a serious, committed relationship could be. And that’s with just the normal everyday stress, let alone an incredibly complicated failed mission, the unexpected death of their leader, and the loss of all that money.
Given the rocky status of their relationship prior to the trip, Will was surprised Frankie’s ex was even speaking to him right now. But he guessed when a small child is involved, it made things different.
“Yeah, I know that, Will. I’m just being a good friend for him. That’s all,” Benny replies.
“I know, yeah, and that’s great man, but like… let him have some space. He might not want you… crawling into his bed every night,” Will tells him, giving him a ‘look’.
“And just what the fuck is that ‘sposed ta mean?” Benny’s anger is rising again, not wanting to be accused of anything, not even sure what Will might be attempting to accuse him of.
“Jesus, Benny. I’m not saying anything, other than, leave him alone once in a while, okay? Give it a rest!” Will shakes his head, stalking out of the kitchen, not able to deal with his brother anymore right now.
“Hey, Will, is everything alright?” Frankie asks, voice quiet, catching the man in the hall. He’d heard the brothers fighting and worried he was getting in the way, staying with them. They’d been back from Colombia for two months now and he was worried he was overstaying his welcome.
As predicted, Miri wanted nothing to do with him. Kicked him out. Fortunately she wasn’t a cruel woman, didn’t deny him access to his son, but she couldn’t deal with Frankie and his issues anymore.
And Frankie gratefully took Will up on his offer, but now he was feeling like he was causing problems.
Noticing Frankie, Will’s demeanour immediately softens. “Yeah, man, nah, it’s fine,” he says, shaking his head, thinking of his brother. “You okay? You good?”
Frankie loves how thoughtful Will is. He likes that Will understands what he’s going through, but is considerate enough to leave him alone, not bothering him, but being available if Frankie needed anything.
“Yeah, I… thanks. I mean. I can’t thank you enough for letting me crash here.”
Crash was a minimalised statement. Frankie had his own room, bathroom, plenty of space. He felt guilty, and couldn’t think of how to let the man know how grateful he was.
“Of course man. Look, I’m sorry about Benny,” Will says, scratching the back of his head.
Frankie looks confused. He has no idea why Will would be apologising for his brother. Benny was another saving grace in this whole mess.
Being able to hang out with Benny, basically any time he was home was great. He always loved the guy. Benny loved Frankie for who he was, never judged him. Not that the other guys did… at least not outwardly, but Frankie occasionally felt judged by Will… or Santiago. Definitely by Tom. Which made he feel guilty even just thinking that, even if it was the truth.
But Benny, he was just comfort.
“Is everything okay? I mean, I heard you guys arguing…” Frankie trails off.
Will look back towards the kitchen where he assumed Benny still was.
“Yeah… nah… he’s just. If he gets too much, you can tell him to fuck off you know. Don’t feel bad,” Will chuckles.
Frankie frowns at that. “He’s… it’s fine, Will. He’s not too much.”
Will just raises his eyebrows at that murmuring, ‘okay’, and heading on down the hall to his room.
Frankie shakes his head, walking out to the kitchen and finding Benny there, sitting at the table, looking at his phone.
“Hey man, you okay?” Frankie asks.
Benny looks up at him, giving Frankie a small smile. “Yeah… just… brothers,” he tells Frankie, looking down the hallway to where Will just went.
“Is everything alright between you two?” Frankie asks. “I don’t want to get in the way or anything.”
“What? No!” Benny exclaims, standing up from the table. Slamming his palm on the table, he asks Frankie, voice seething, “What did he say to you?”
“Nothing,” Frankie responds, trying to calm the younger man down. “I just don’t want you two to fight cause I’m here. I can… I’ll find somewhere else…”
“Nooo!” Benny quickly interrupts. “I don’t want you to move out, Fish. I love having you here. I get to see you whenever and we can hang out… Do you not want me to crash in your room? I’ll stay in my own if you need some space…” Benny trails off, Will’s words coming back to haunt him, making him realise that he may have been a little overbearing.
“What?” Frankie asks with a slight chuckle. “No, of course not. It’s… nice…” Frankie says, quietly, not wanting to think too much about why it was so nice to have the younger man curl up beside him in bed at night.
He sees Benny let out a quick breath and whisper, “Phew,” under his breath.
Frankie looks down the hall to where Will had gone.
“Don’t worry about him, man. He always thinks he knows best, just cause he’s older… and was the captain… but that doesn’t mean he knows everything,” Benny says, voice sulking.
Frankie taps his shoulder. “Come on, man. Give your brother a break. He’s alright. He’s just lookin’ out for you.”
Rolling his eyes, Benny says, “Yeah… sure…” He stands then, eyeing the pool outside. “Wanna go for a swim?”
Frankie looks to the younger man, unable to get caught up in his whimsy, moving from one thing to the next, hard to soft, dark to light and nods.
“Sure, lemme go get changed and I’ll meet you out there.”
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