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whatthefishh · 1 year

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Feed Your Ego

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Santi gets an idea.

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

“Fuck, Pope-”

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

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

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

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

“Stop!”

The fucker.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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writefightandflightclub · 2 months

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I still need to catch up on Ride or Die… but I just reread Capt of the Team (for the millionth time, I need help, ik) but would Will ever let his girl meet up for sexy times with Frankie and Santi without him?

Hey Ozzie! 🧡

No pressure in the slightest to read RoD. And omg, thank you, I adore how much you enjoy the CotTverse! 🥹

Here’s a lil blurb. It’s more fluff and a bit of smut at the end.

(Not at my best today so don’t expect too much! 😅)

Helicopter Guitar: A Captain of the Team poly!TF blurb

Santi and Frankie look at the small, folded envelopes with curiosity, and Will chuckles warmly at the fact they are implicitly waiting for his permission to open them. They’re getting kinda used to that. Almost like it comes naturally, you think.

You watch the laugh bob in Will’s neck, your eyes sparking with idle curiosity too while you wait to find out why he has covened you all here tonight.

“You’re getting too used to an audience, Will,” you tease. “What is it?”

Frankie weighs the envelope in his palm, turning it over, expression buried beneath the rim of his cap. Santiago gets cocky, his fingers pulling at the lip of the envelope. And yet, Will’s expression checks him, his thumb hesitating just before easing it open. He shoots him the brattiest of looks.

“Alright. You can open ‘em.”

The two of them dig in, and each pull out a… keyring?

Frankie - his politeness drilled into him by his mother - immediately thanks Will for the gesture. Santiago is evidently less struck, however.

“Well. It’s not the most fun thing you’ve ever let me play with.”

He dangles the keyring from his thumb, comparing it to Frankie’s. You laugh brightly as you see a little helicopter charm dangling from Frankie’s, and a little guitar from Santiago’s.

Your safe words with each of them.

You look to Will for some kind of explanation, and his baby blues are twinkling deliciously with amusement. He thrusts his hips up - now that’s a pretty picture too - so he can fumble in his jeans pocket, and eases out two small, shiny objects, which he slides across the coffee table to the two men.

Two keys.

“Thought they might pair well with these.” Will is looking far too pleased with himself.

Frankie picks it up first, but, in contrast to the self-satisfied smile which cracks Will’s features, his reaction is lacklustre to say the least. “For when you go away? Need us to pick up your mail?”

“Well. You’re half right.”

Santiago still hasn’t moved to touch the object. He rasps a hand over his stubble, simply staring the key down.

Will slides his hand on to your thigh, bare beneath your dress. Sticky from the heat of the summer night. Rubs his palm up your leg, and a warmth - altogether different - blooms instantly from his touch. “For when I’m away - yes. But not for mail.” He addresses the men, but he keeps his eyes locked on you. Palming the meat of your leg. “For in case my woman needs… to be taken care of.”

Frankie picks up the key now. Slotting it onto his keyring. He eyes you, dark eyes brewing with a gentle, dancing heat. “Consider it done. Anytime.” You don’t need to tell him twice.

“Taking care of how?” you ask, though you can guess his gist all too well.

“However you want, angel. I mean. If that arrangement sounds okay with you?” You’d talked about it with Will at length, of course. He hadn’t sprung this on you. But, you hadn’t known he had any of this planned… and definitely not for tonight.

You wind your hand around the back of Will’s neck, searching his eyes. “And… you’re okay with that? With me being… taken care of?”

Will sets his expression, his pupils lust-blown, black dark swallowing the bright-sky expanse of his gaze. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.” A smirk gathers at the corner of his mouth. “On one condition. I want pictures.”

With that settled, with consensus, your eyes all converge on the one who has not yet spoken.

Santiago.

“And you, dickhead? How do you feel about that?”

“Yeah. I… Happy to help.”

Will slaps a hand on to his thigh. “You good?”

Santiago shakes himself out of his stupor. Saws his hand across his jaw and you hear it rasp. Watch his knee bounce. “Yeah. I… Fuck. It’s dumb as shit.” He looks between you and Will, and it isn’t lost on you that, as he falters, his voice actually a little choked-up, Frankie’s hand settles subtly at his back in a gesture of comfort. “No-one’s ever given me a key before.” As you all look at him with feeling and fondness, Santiago clears his throat. Quickly reaches for a joke. “Except the guy at the storage rental. And he wasn’t putting out so…” He trails off. Instead just looks at Will, more feeling in his expression than he could convey with words.

“There’s no-one we’d trust more, Pope.”

He nods. Glosses over his evident emotion, which allows the original proposition itself to sink in just a little more. And then, to sink in fully. “So…” he says, beginning to eye you. Your breath hitches in your chest as his lust-dark gaze rakes over you. “Will. Wanna remind us of exactly how your woman likes to be taken care of?”

“So we can do it right,” Frankie offers in a deep, revving rumble.

The proposition sinks more deeply into you now. You realise what Will is asking them to do. What you’re both asking them to do. “Better to learn by doing, Francisco,” you challenge brazenly, and he snorts an almost derisive laugh. Like he’ll show you what he knows already. Then, wordlessly, he crosses to where you’re seated, sinking to his knees on the floor in front of you, tipping his pretty face up to you, with a full promise in his eyes of what you’re in for.

It’s always the quiet ones….

Santiago follows, and Will sits back - for now. Arms folded behind his head as he stretches out in his chair. Watches as Santi swipes the cap off of Frankie’s head - punctuated with a fond insult - and settles it on yours instead. As Frankie’s mouth quickly finds your heat, his face disappeared under your skirt and his deft fingers peeling the thin strip of fabric away. As his tongue rolls and laps against your folds, Santiago captures the point of your chin in his grip. You expect something dirty, but what you get hits far deeper. “Not just sex though. We’ll take care of you however you need. You know that. Right?”

You do. You know that….

…But the sex doesn’t hurt either.

You keen as Frankie’s tongue laps at your clit, somehow with both precision and abandon, his scruff tickling up against you. He moans into your heat and you feel the deep rumble of him to the core of you.

Fuck.

Your man sure does you know how to take care of you, doesn’t he? Even when he’s not around to do it himself.

You lock eyes with Will who - looking as smug as you’ve ever seen him despite another man’s mouth on your cunt- grasps your hand tenderly in his.

As they all converge on you, you wonder how you got so lucky, and, if they’re entirely determined to take care of you? You’re just as determined to return the favour.

“Got any trips scheduled, Will?” Santiago teases smugly as you unzip his jeans, easing his length free. Your tongue swirls around the swollen tip of him as he stands next to the couch, and his hips stutter forwards, driving his fat length more deeply over your tongue. He tastes of warm skin and salt and you want more.

“I’ll book him on a flight tomorrow myself,” Frankie puffs against your folds “Don’t worry about that.”

“Yeah? You wanna stay buried there all weekend, my friend?” Will chuckles, though watching with rapt interest.

“Hnnng,” Santiago groans as he buries himself in your velvet, giving mouth. “Try a month.”

Frankie tongues you with renewed vigour to make up for the interruption.

A weekend? A week? A month?

How about forever?

Yeah. Forever sounds good to you. Sounds perfect.

You lie back, and enjoy being taken care of.

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pintsizemama · 5 months

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Decorating Cookies

Day 17

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

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

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Rating: Mature

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

Word Count: 870

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” Frankie said.

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

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

“Why?” Benny asked.

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

“Another fight?” Santi questioned.

“Don’t ask,” Frankie groaned.

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

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

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

“You feeling ok?” Santi asked him.

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

“Oh Jesus,” you groaned.

“Is he drunk?” Frankie asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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alwaysdjarin · 2 years

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Heat waves

A “Triple Frontier” Series

Part 5

Part 4

TF Boys x f!reader (except Tom)

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

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

Words: 6.9k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck, what am I doing here?

You kept running, your breath completely unevenly through crying.

I'll destroy everything.

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

I’ll lose them.

Your steps became shorter, your legs weaker.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Today was your date with Will. Finally.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Three hours later

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck, you drove him crazy.

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

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

I love when you touch me, baby

All over my body, baby

I love when you kiss me, baby

All over my body, baby

I love when you touch me, baby

All over my body, baby

I love when you kiss me, baby

All over my body, baby

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Group Chat

THE GANG

Benny: Hellooo? Are you still alive? 🤔🤔

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

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

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

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

Benny: Go back to sleep grandpa! 🤣

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

Ironhead: [image attached]

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

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

Ironhead: Fuck you!

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The next morning

Frankie: What's going on?

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

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

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

"I...I want you Will."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The next day

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

"Horny freaks. We eat at this table."

To be continued…

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The Song from the Club

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Movie Night with the Millers

Summary: You've been down lately, so Will and Benny make it their mission to cheer you up. Pairings: Poly Will x F!Plus size!Reader x Benny (no incest) Warnings: smut, slight weight insecurity, mentions of depression A/N: requested by @boogerpresleyonthemeanguitar. I’ve never written Benny (or poly) before, so fingers crossed! Just some sexy hurt/comfort from Will and Benny. Read here on AO3

It had been…a rough time recently, to say the least. The boys would say that was the understatement of the year, but you didn’t know how else to phrase it. Despite all of them knowing the details of your past rough six months, you didn’t talk about it much. They had all their own problems to deal with—particularly the Miller boys—and you didn’t want to add to it. You knew they’d say you weren’t, that you never could, but still.

Despite your attempt at courage, when you were sitting alone in your apartment crying at night, you couldn’t help but wish Will and Benny were there with you. You’d always had a special connection with the two of them and had no idea they both felt the same until recently. The little touches had become…well, not so little, and some sort of unspoken agreement seemed to transpire that they would share you. Nothing too intimate had happened so far. Just cuddling, hand holding, soft kisses to your forehead—but they always looked you straight in the eyes before they did anything, likely checking if this arrangement was all right with you. You never made a move to stop them, and that seemed to satisfy them.

But lately, you just hadn’t been able to handle going out with them to their weekly Friday bar nights. At first, you’d forced yourself to go, but left early. Then that time became earlier, and earlier, and earlier, until you stopped going altogether. You’d received several concerned texts from all the boys, but especially Benny and Will. Well, more so Benny. Will wasn’t the biggest texter, although he had called a few times to check in on you. You did your best to evade both their questions, but you knew you couldn’t do it forever. That’s why it was no great surprise when, after the third week in a row of staying inside, they showed up at your doorstep.

You opened the door to see Benny leaning casually against its frame, flipping a coin between his fingers and smirking playfully once he made eye contact with you. Will stood a few steps behind, his hands in his pockets and his back hunched while he looked over you with worried eyes.

“Hey, there, darlin’,” Benny drawled, “come here often?”

You smiled. “I live here.”

“Well, I’ll be. A lovely person such as yourself should only live in the best conditions. Mind if we come in and make an inspection—”

“Jesus, Benny,” Will huffed, “just ask if we can come in already.”

Benny turned back to you with a satisfied grin on his face. “Well, you heard the captain.”

You mustered the best smile you could, but it didn’t seem very convincing considering the boys’ worried eyes. “Aye, aye, captain.”

Benny planted a sloppy kiss on your cheek before disappearing into your living room. Will paused at the doorway and pulled you tight against his chest. You burrowed your face in his shoulder while his hand threaded through your hair. “You know we’re here for you, right?”

You hesitated. “I know, I just—”

“We brought movies, get in here!” Benny crowed from the couch. You pulled back and shared an amused look with Will before shaking your head and following the younger Miller brother.

Something warm stirred in your chest as Benny pulled three of your favorite movies from behind his back. “We decided to bring the party to you.”

“Just us?” you asked, wondering if the other boys were close behind. Although you loved them all, the thought disappointed you. You wanted the Millers all to yourself, especially tonight.

Will’s warm hand smoothed down your back before he sat on the opposite side of the couch from Benny. “Just us, sweetheart. So which movie do you wanna start with?”

You looked back and forth between the two identical pairs of blue eyes you found yourself falling for more and more everyday and almost cried at their kindness. You didn’t want to make a show of yourself, so quickly pointed to the DVD in the middle before plopping down next to Will, who wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed your hair as Benny slid the disc into your TV. You couldn’t help admiring the firm curve of his ass as he bent down and found yourself hoping things would escalate beyond just cuddles.

As the movie started, Will tightened his arm around you and pressed another kiss to your brow before glancing at Benny. Something passed between them in silence before Will started to rotate so you sat in his lap with your legs across Benny’s. You laid your head against Will’s shoulder and he rested his chin on top of your head, fingers slowly massaging the back of your neck as Benny’s rough hands gently coaxed your leg and foot muscles to relax.

By the time the movie was over, you were practically asleep from all the pampering, but your rumbling stomach woke you up. You met Benny’s surprised eyes from your spot on Will’s shoulder. “You haven’t eaten yet?”

“Oh, uh…no, I guess not.” Taking care of yourself had become a bit of a burden lately and you often forgot you hadn’t had any food until almost eight or nine at night when either your gurgling stomach or pounding head reminded you. Plus, you could be described as a bit on the bigger side and had noticed a decrease in the scale number recently. You couldn’t deny you liked it.

“Y/N,” Will scolded above you.

“You gotta eat, darlin’,” Benny agreed. “Tell you what: we’ll take an intermission and I’ll run you a nice, hot bath and Will can order or make you whatever you want.”

You chuckled at the memory of Benny trying and failing to make dinner for you, knowing that’s why he’d volunteered Will. “That sounds good.”

Benny gave your leg a soft squeeze before heading towards your bathroom.

“What you want?” Will asked, gently pulling back to make eye contact and rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

You glanced at the bathroom, knowing Benny liked to take his time to make all your baths perfect, before glancing back to Will. You nudged your nose against his and trailed your hand down the front of his Henley, feeling the hardened muscle underneath the thin fabric. “You.”

Will smiled before gently laying you down on the couch and hovering over you. “One order, coming right up,” he murmured in your ear before finding that spot on your neck you loved so much and sucking.

You clung onto his shoulders as you heard Benny’s steps retreat further down the hallway, sending silent thanks his way for taking extra long with your bath. You bucked your hips up into Will’s, earning a small grunt, before he gently palmed your breast, moving his lips along your jaw to your mouth. Will always started out soft and romantic, but became more assertive as the minutes passed. You slipped your tongue in his mouth, licking along his bottom lip and tugging at the top of his shirt. He separated just long enough to yank it over his head before returning his lips to yours. You ran your hands down the smooth skin of his back, feeling small scars here and there from his time as captain.

Will hooked his fingers into the waistband of your PJ shorts, slowly tugging them off before barely touching you through your panties. You gasped as he moved to gently bite and tug your earlobe while moving his fingers to rub your clit at an agonizingly slow pace.

You felt the pleasure twisting in your stomach and tugged on his short blonde hair. “Will, please.”

Will shushed you gently. “Wanna make you feel good.”

You chuckled breathlessly as he turned to look you in the eyes. “I’ll still feel good if you hurry up.”

He shook his head. “You deserve all the time I can give you.”

You held his gaze as your hands gently traced the waistline of his pants and he took a sharp breath in, kissing you again as you palmed him through his jeans and bucked up into him again. He suddenly flipped so you were both sitting up with you straddling his lap and yanked your shirt over your head, expertly undoing your bra and throwing them who knew where. A trail of hot kisses led down from your mouth to your jaw, neck, and chest before he sucked your nipple into his mouth.

You tried to hold back your moans as he palmed your other breast, switching places after a few moments. Although you were fine with this…arrangement, whatever it was, you were still getting used to fucking one of the brothers while the other was close by—and so out in the open like you were now. You would love to make it exclusive with both of them, but…is that what they’d want? Would they really want a girl your size?

You sobered slightly at that thought, but Will always had a knack for sensing when you were collapsing in on yourself and kissed your lips hard. “Hey, hey, none of that,” he said between kisses. “You’re perfect just like this.”

You returned the kiss with equal fervor before trailing your hands down his chest again, playing with his belt buckle before he stopped you, moving to slide your panties down your hips. “Ladies first.”

You moved so he could throw them off. “Such a gentleman.”

He smirked before gently dipping the tip of his pointer finger into you. This time, you couldn’t—and didn’t try—to contain your moan, pressing your forehead to Will’s and stealing kisses wherever you could. He moved to suck on your collarbone, one hand supporting your back while he added his middle finger inside, pulling them all the way out to rub your slick all over your entrance before going back in.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured in your ear as you bit your lip and ground your hips against his hand. “You want me to make you come, just like this?”

You nodded, meeting his eyes as you began to fuck yourself on his hand. His pupils were blown just as wide as you were sure yours were, and he looked at you with so much admiration and affection that it spurred you on faster. You could see the tent growing in his pants as your moans became louder and more frequent.

He added his ring finger and you could feel him hitting the perfect spot. “Fuck, Will,” you whispered breathlessly. “That…right there…”

He suddenly slacked off and you made a disappointed noise before he helped lift you slightly to shuck his own pants and underwear off. He gripped your hip hard with the hand that wasn’t holding you in a pleasure-filled suspension before moving it to your face and forcing you to look him in the eye. You could see the question there and nodded, both of you moving in tandem to slip him inside.

You moaned, relishing how his eyes squeezed shut with a stuttered groan. As his head fell back against the couch cushion, you took the opportunity to nip and lick at his neck, his hand tangling in your hair. His soft grunts and pants filled the space as you rode him to your finish. He wasn’t far behind, sighing and pulling you tightly to collapse on top of him.

He took a few moments to catch his breath before moving your hair away from your face and rubbing up and down your bare back. “Fuck,” he breathed, his breath fanning your face and blowing a few strands of hair.

“Yeah,” you agreed with a laugh. You sat up and melted at the lovestruck smile he gave you before pressing your forehead to his. He nudged his nose to yours before cupping the back of your head and pulling you to him for a sweet, lingering kiss.

You stayed with your foreheads pressed together for several moments, enjoying his closeness, before you registered the sound of running water flowing from the bathroom.

“Better get in there before the water gets cold,” Will said softly, running his hands along the curves of your sides. “What do you want to eat?”

“Is pizza okay?” you asked hesitantly, knowing how much of a health nut he was.

He smiled, gently running his thumb along your jaw. “Pizza’s perfect. Pepperoni?”

“Yeah, but you can put your leaves and shit on it if you want.”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s kale, not leaves. You make it sound like I go outside and pluck them from a tree when you’re not looking.”

“You could be. I don’t track your every movement.”

He laughed. “I’ve been shot, I think I can survive one night of pepperoni.”

Your smile fell slightly as you traced his bullet wound scar near his hip.

“Hey,” he grabbed your chin to force your eyes up. He stared at you for several moments, suddenly serious, his voice so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. “I love you.”

Warmth—and surprise—flooded you again, but this time, for a different reason. You felt tears prick your eyes as you whispered, “I love you, too.”

Will smiled, his own eyes glassy as he brushed his thumb under yours. You knew how big of a moment this was for him after his failed engagement and took his face between your hands and kissed him again.

You nearly felt your arousal forming again before Benny’s voice echoed down the hall. “Oi, I want a turn, too!”

You and Will laughed before you pulled yourself off him, eliciting groans from both of you. Will smiled before stroking your hair. “Go enjoy your bath. I’ll clean up out here and order the pizza.”

You nodded before making your way to the bathroom, not bothering with your clothes. As you pulled the door to and turned, you could see Benny had a similar idea. You chuckled, but couldn’t help ogling his naked form, toned and strong from years of military service and MMA fights.

“Well, well, great minds think alike,” he chuckled.

You gestured to yourself. “Well, your brother helped.”

“Good, less layers to bother with.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you to him, pressing you close and kissing you. Where Will was soft, slow, calculated, and quiet except for the occasional praise, Benny was all fire and talk. His kiss was immediately teeth and tongue, his hands gripping roughly onto anything he could find. He hoisted you up on the vanity, palming your ass before nipping at the skin in the crook of your neck and palming your breast. He left a trail of kisses to your chest, alternating between breasts similar to Will, but more rough. He continued down until he was on his knees in front of you, pulling you forward on the counter and spreading your legs wider.

You moaned as his breath fanned you. “That pretty little pussy ready for me?”

You nodded, looking down at him through lidded eyes.

“Tell me, darlin’.”

You laughed. “This pussy is so ready for you.”

He smirked, leaning closer. “That’s what I like to hear.”

You bit back a moan as his lips wrapped around your entrance, alternating between kissing, sucking, and thrusting his tongue into your folds.

“God, you’re so tight,” Benny murmured between kisses. “So gorgeous.” He moved his thumb to rub your clit in time with his tongue, drawing sounds from you that you didn’t even realize were possible. You buried your hands in his long, brown hair, tugging gently and eliciting a loud groan that vibrated against your walls and pushed you closer to your second orgasm of the night.

“Benny?”

He paused. “Yeah, baby?”

“Want you…in…” you panted, unable to form complete sentences thanks to the man below.

“I got you, darlin.’” He stood, slipping a finger inside to keep you right where he wanted you, pressing a hard kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself on him as you pressed your chest to his.

You moaned at the loss of his finger, using the hand that had just been in you to steady your back and pull you flush against him while the other crept into your hair and yanked roughly, forcing your head back so he could attack the opposite side of your neck that Will had just pampered. You felt his hand leave your back as he lined himself up, lightly teasing your entrance with his cock, making you groan even louder. Your voice was becoming hoarse from all the noises he and Will had pulled from you.

“I fucking love this pussy,” he hissed in your ear. As he buried himself in you, he groaned, then said, “And I fucking love you, too.”

“I love you, too,” you breathed, part of you almost in shock that you’d gotten those three words from both of them tonight, but the other part was so buried in ecstasy as Benny set a grinding pace that you couldn’t think.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” he panted as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He groaned as you started to cover his neck in your own nips and kisses. “God, you’re so good to me. You’re so fucking pretty, darlin’, just wanna be with you forever.”

A string of curses began to fall from his mouth—a sign that he was close—and he fumbled to rub your clit with his thumb. Both brothers were always so adamant that you come first. You panted and moaned into Benny’s ear, clinging to his shoulders for dear life as you reached your high. Benny was only a moment behind you before pulling you even closer to him, his breath cooling your neck.

You sat there for several minutes before he reluctantly untangled himself and pulled out, picking you up bridal-style off the counter. “Now,” he smiled down at you, “your water’s gonna get cold.”

You smiled as he gently set you down in the bath. The water was the perfect temperature and a light purple color. You could smell your lavender bath bomb floating upwards with some candles in each corner of the tub. You smiled as you remembered the first time you’d done this. Will had lectured you about how dangerous that could be if you knocked one over just as one fell in the water with a loud plunk. You and Benny had died laughing while Will tried, and failed, to maintain a serious face before waving you off and walking out of the room.

Benny left you for a moment to let you settle in the warm water while he cleaned himself up and put his clothes back on. He returned a few moments later with your favorite body wash, gently washing and massaging the week’s worries away. Every time you met his eyes, he gave you a dopey, heart-eyed smile with an “I love you” and a kiss. By the time your bath was done, you were sure he’d set a world record for kisses and praise, but you didn’t mind. He helped you out and gently dried you off, pressing more kisses to your now dry skin just as Will entered with your favorite pair of PJs, warm from the dryer. You gave him a hug, feeling Benny playing with your hair behind you, before the three of you made your way towards the living room.

Will already had three plates full of pizza and breadsticks, the next movie ready to go, and all your favorite blankets on the couch. You settled between the Millers once again as Will hit play, holding both their hands and alternating using them both as a pillow.

Will squeezed your hand as you shifted to lean against his shoulder. “Feeling any better, sweetheart?”

You nodded. “Yeah, loads better.”

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Supernatural Frontier | Chapter 2: The Cabin in the Woods

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

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

Pairings: TF!boys x OFC

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

Words: 7089

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

Minors DNI!

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

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

She was his redemption.

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

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

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

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

“They rent cabins not far from here.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Me neither.”

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

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

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

His friend smirked, ready to defy his eternal pessimism.

“Six.”

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

“Six?!”

“And that’s not the best part.”

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

“Ask me how many bathrooms there are.”

“How many bathrooms?”

“Five.”

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

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

“And how much is that costing us?”

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

“It’s not costing us anything.”

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

“Four.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And where are you gonna sleep?”

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

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

“I can’t leave her alone.”

“Take the single beds.”

“She’ll be more comfortable here.”

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

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

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

“Keeping her? She’s not a pet, Will.”

“She’s staying.”

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

“Nobody’s making her leave.”

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

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

“What do you propose we do?”

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

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

“How do you know?”

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

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

“Maybe she was the biggest monster there.”

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

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

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

Will nodded. “Yeah, I will.”

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

***

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

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

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

That was all she knew.

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey.”

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

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

She whined as he stepped forward. He stopped.

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

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

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

“I p-“

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

But the door was closed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What happened?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She looks like she needs a shower.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m good.”

“Right…”

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

“Get her some girl stuff, will you?”

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

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

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

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

“Shit!”

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

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

“Close the door,” Santi told him.

Bad idea.

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

“What’s wrong with her?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“See? Smells good, right?”

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

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

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

“Close your eyes, I won’t be long.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Right.”

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

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

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

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

“I think she’s used to it.”

“It doesn’t make it right!”

“I know that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright.”

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

“Frankie,” Santi warned.

“I know.”

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

“Do you need a hairbrush or something?”

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

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

“I know, I’m doing my best here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let me help you.”

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

“Oh, okay…”

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

Will sighed. “Come on.”

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

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

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

“You hungry, baby?”

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

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

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Bonfire

Word Count: 4,075

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Benny…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or that it didn’t matter.

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

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

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

“No it isn’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

——<><>—<><>——

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The smells…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you getting at “Fish.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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pimosworld · 6 months

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Down the rabbit hole

Kinktober prompt-Group sex/Orgy/Costumes

Pairing-Triple Frontier boys x f!reader

CW18+,MDNI,NSFW,EstablishedPolyamorous Relationship,Fluff,Teasing,Smut,Coercion,BribeCostumes, Hints at Roleplay, Fingering,Oral f receiving,Oral m receiving, mentions of MM dynamics, unprotected p i v, anal, cream pie,anal cream pie(don’t look at me)

WK-4.8k

A/N- In the story of us universe but can be read as a stand-alone. I definitely could’ve added more smut but I’m not done with this group just yet.

Not beta read

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“We have to do a group costume please….please.”

“Cariño, whining isn’t going to change my mind.”

You huff out in frustration as Frankie tries to conceal his laughter. You and Santi had been going at it for a while as you tried and failed to convince him of what you’d already got the other three to agree to after some unfair persuasion tactics.

“Sweetheart he’s just mad you want him to be the cat.” Will chimes in from the loveseat as you all sit in the living room.He says it with such disdain that you know he’s not helping your case in any way. Alice in Wonderland, is long paused on the tv because Santi decided half way through he was not going to be the Cheshire Cat.

“How did you all even agree to this?” Santiago still looked gorgeous despite the permanent scowl that worked its way onto his face throughout the conversation.

Benny sits up from the floor stretching his long arms over his head. “Well besides for the fact that the rabbit is the coolest character, I got one the best massages of my entire life after my fight last week.”

“Weak.” Santi scoffs as he places your feet in his lap. His actions are the complete opposite of his tone.

“You’re just jealous.” You’re flattered at Ben's enthusiasm but you know it’ll take more than a massage to convince Santiago to wear a costume. You gave him frequent massages that always led to something else and of course he knows that…hence the smirk etched on his face as he silently rubs your feet.

“What about you iron head? How the hell did she convince you to be a caterpillar?” Everyone chuckles at the hilarity of it all because how? This stoic and mostly reserved ex military man was going to dress up as a caterpillar for you.

“He’s actually the best character, way better than a rabbit.” He ducks as the pillow Ben throws from the floor narrowly misses his head. “I may have got a lap dance.” The rest audibly groan. “I also get to smoke.”

“Okay rub it in some more.”

“I’m not the one who caved for a massage.”

The brothers continue to bicker as you shift in Frankie’s arms to look at Santi. He’s got the look on his face, the annoying toothy smile… the reason you wanted him to be the cat in the first place. That look that says it's gonna take more than that. It’s your own fault really…you were showing off some clothes you bought the other day when he told you to strip. You thought he was joking at first but the way he looked at you, you couldn’t help but do whatever he asked.

Your impromptu strip tease turned into another impromptu lap dance. Which of course always turns into something more because this is Santiago Garcia.

“Sooo hermano that just leaves you. I’m sure all she had to do was look at you and you caved.” The men laugh but you know as soon as Frankie shifts behind you he’s thinking about the other night.

Frankie leans in pushing you closer to Santi “For your information I got to put it in her…” You elbow his stomach before he can finish his sentence. It’s too late as you watch the grin on Santi’s face grow even wider somehow.

“I heard that Fish.” Ben’s sitting up again looking at you with a mixture of shock and awe.

“Sweetheart…I mean this in the nicest way possible but how?” Santi and Frankie are cackling at Will's response as you lean back into Frankie covering your face with your hands. Your body is on fire from the attention placed on you at this moment.

“With much preparation.” He whispers into your ear as he squeezes your side. You can’t help but think about how he took his time and worked you open. Whispering praise into your ear as he did, of course in your lust filled haze you hadn’t realized how he knew exactly what to say and do. Like he had been given a playbook on all the things that made you tick. How you would keen under the praise and melt into his touch.

He would only know this because Santiago had already done it and told him step by step instructions as if it were a mission and for Frankie it was a successful one. He would don any ridiculous costume for the rest of his life if it meant he could hear you make those sounds again.

“I’d like to add that the Mad Hatter is the number one character…and I get to wear my standard oil hat underneath.”

“Oh my god babe you gave him everything.” Ben’s dramatics have everyone buckled over in laughter. You try to regain your composure as you wipe the tears from your eyes.

Santi leans toward the coffee table to grab the remote, you can just see the wheels turning in his head as he thinks it over.

“As wonderful as all that sounds…I’m still not convinced.” He presses play on the movie as you sigh and drop your head back onto Frankie’s lap, he rubs your arm sympathetically as you stare up at the ceiling wondering how his mother ever put up with him. He lived and breathed to be difficult it seemed. You think he may even secretly get off on it.

“At least you tried hermosa.” Frankie leans down planting a kiss on your forehead, no doubt pleased with the outcome either way. Everyone got what they wanted except for you.

The boys are suddenly so enthralled with Alice in Wonderland while your mind wanders. With Santi things were never simple, you had to make it exciting or he would lose interest in whatever it was you were trying to accomplish. He may not even realize he does it but you think it’s his way of coping with not being in the military anymore. You know what makes him tick, anything that requires a challenge or a puzzle to solve.

Alice: Why, why you’re a cat!

Cheshire Cat: A Cheshire Cat. All mimsy were the borogoves…

Alice: Oh, wait! Don’t go, please!

Cheshire Cat: Very well. Third chorus…

Alice: Oh no no no… thank you, but- but I just wanted to ask you which way I ought to go.

Cheshire Cat: Well, that depends on where you want to get to.

Alice: Oh, it really doesn’t matter, as long as I g…

Cheshire Cat: Then it really doesn’t matter which way you go! Ah-hmm… and the momeraths outgrabe… Oh, by the way, if you’d really like to know, he went that way.

Alice: Who did?

Cheshire Cat: The white rabbit.

Alice: He did?

Cheshire Cat: He did what?

Alice: Went that way?

Cheshire Cat: Who did?

Alice: The white rabbit!

Cheshire Cat: What rabbit?

Alice: But didn’t you just say… I mean… oh dear!

Santiago was indeed just as frustrating as the aforementioned character that you were unsuccessfully trying to make him dress up as. You’ve spent the last several months in happily uncharted territory since you finally put a title to what it was you all were. The boys had no issues sharing you, it seemed they were much happier doing that than seeing you unhappy with any guy you’ve ever tried being around.

You were all so close, there was never any animosity or jealousy…maybe some light hearted teasing when someone was feeling left out but you always managed to keep them all satisfied.

It’s a mad idea…but we’re all mad here.

You sit up abruptly,slightly startling then with your enthusiasm as you grab the remote from Santi’s lap pausing the movie again.

“I know you’re going to wear that costume.” He turns to look at you as if you’ve grown two heads.

“Oh is that so?”

“Yes that’s so.”

“Are you going to forcibly put it on me?” You shake your head as you bite your bottom lip.

“Remember that thing you said you wanted to try?”

“Cariño you’re going to need to be more specific.” You know it’s silent as the intrigue lingers in the air.

“You said when I was ready to just tell you…so I guess I’m saying I’m ready.” In all honesty you’ve been waiting for the right time to bring it up but you’ve been so nervous. This seems as good a time as any.

“I see what you’re doing here Alice but I don’t remember, you’re going to have to tell me.”

“Well we have two weeks until the party so if you figure it out let me know.” You press play on the movie again as you get comfortable. Now you can enjoy the rest of the movie while Santiago tries to decipher your riddle.

****

It’s really not fair

How you have all these men somehow wrapped around your finger. You try to ignore the looks you get when you’re all out together and they can’t keep their hands off you. You can see the wheels turning when someone tries to make out which one of them is yours. You’ve always been affectionate with one another but since putting a name to this it’s like the band aid of shame has been ripped off.

You’re buzzing with excitement as you sit nestled between Ben and Santiago in the back of Frankie’s Jeep. Frankie’s new boss insisted you all come to his annual Halloween party after meeting the guys and hitting it off with them. Meeting new people and attending such a large party in a ridiculous costume no less took some convincing but the past few days they’ve all been very agreeable.

Santi promised he'd wear the costume even though he couldn’t figure out the bribe. He said he would ‘since it was important to you’. That should’ve been your first indication that something was off.

Will is the stoic picture of perfection in the front seat next to Frankie as he twirls the unlit cigar in his hands. He wasn’t a man of many words and he jumped at the chance to be the aloof caterpillar.

“You look beautiful Honey.” He’s not even looking at you as he stares out the window watching the street lights. You’ll never get used to the flurry of his attention. The affection seemed to ooze out of his pores like he’s been waiting years to tell you how he felt about you.

You glance over at Santiago as his furry pink and purple sweater brushes your bare legs. You can tell he’s uncomfortable but he’s doing his best as he fidgets with the collar. His salt and pepper curls peak out adorably along the headband of the matching cat ears.

“I can feel you staring cariño.” You quickly avert your gaze to Ben who is doing some staring of his own. Since you came out of the room adorned in your flouncy powder blue dress with knee high white stockings he can’t seem to keep his eyes off you.

“I like this.” Ben grazes his finger just under the hem of your dress, lifting it slightly to reveal your thigh. You shift in the seat rubbing your legs together desperate for some relief. The last two weeks have been uncharacteristically lacking in the sex department which is nearly impossible when you’re sleeping with four people. His barely there touch has goosebumps rising along your skin as he threatens to touch you almost where you want him too.

“Ben.” Frankie warns from the driver's seat as he approaches a red light,he notices your desperation in the rear view mirror as you hang your head back in frustration.

“Just worry about the road, old man.” Ben flicks the back of his comically large hat placed atop his standard oil cap.

“I’ll show you old man.” He grits out through his teeth as he returns his attention to the now green light.

The tension in the air is thick, it has been since you left the house. You all decided to get ready together and seeing as though you moved into the Miller-Morales household a few months ago that only left Santi to bring his costume and an overnight bag. You had the feeling that conversations were being had without you even though not many words were spoken. It was reminiscent of the night before a mission. All of you lost deep in thought while meticulously going over the plans ahead.

The four of them had a way of communicating despite all your years spent together that you just couldn’t seem to tap into. You couldn’t shake the nagging feeling like you had been left out of this one.

You pull down an unfamiliar street lined with massive homes, certainly less modest than the one you currently resided in. You assume most of the cars you pass are for the party and your excitement bubbles over into nervousness as you realize how many people may be in this house. The men all seem completely fine…almost unaware.

Frankie parks and exits along with Will and Benny without so much as a word being said. You turn to slide out Santiago’s side but he hasn’t moved. You think he’s having second thoughts about going in with this ridiculous costume.

“Listen if you don’t want to wear the ears -.” He cuts you off with his fingers placed gently on your lips. He smiles wide as if channeling his character for the night as he trails them down along your jaw. His other hand is wrapped around your shoulder teasing the top of your sweetheart neckline.

You’re already one edge with this being the most physical contact you’ve had in weeks. He leans in placing feather light kisses along your neck as his hand makes its way further down. He traces the path Ben once did as he lifts your skirt higher, his firm grip on the inside of your thigh when he bites down gently on your pulse point.

You don’t miss the way he chuckles in your ear as you shudder a breath when he drags his fingers along the seam of your panties nearly soaked from just the anticipation.

“I figured it out a couple days ago.” He rasps into your ear as he continues teasing. You’re trying to focus on his words but you think you could come like this from his barely there touch. “You told us we needed to learn how to share.”

In reality this is your fault, it was your suggestion after all when date nights kept overlapping. They never made you feel bad or acted jealous of one another, but you couldn’t help but think how unfair it was to split your time so often.

“We could all go on a group date?”

“We already have group dates, sweetheart.”

“Yes… but I mean it doesn’t have to end with the date.”

That was months ago and you thought he had all but forgotten or maybe he suggested it and no one else was down for it. Either way you dropped it until you realized you’ve been tricked. Santiago knew he had to raise the steaks in order to agree to this and you fell right for it.

“You have a few hours to decide what you want to do. Just say the word and we’ll leave.” You’re speechless as he withdraws his hand and it’s as if a bucket of cold water was dumped on your head. The humid air as he opens the door is a stark contrast to your chilled exterior.

“Alice?” He’s standing next to the door ajar with his hand out to help you down, you quickly smooth down your skirt as you grip his hand and hop down.

‘Every adventure requires a first step.’ Cheshire cat

****

It’s not that you aren’t having fun…it’s just you can’t stop thinking about what’s to come-no pun intended. After introductions everyone instinctually split up. Frankie roped into schmoozing with his boss while Ben found a partner to play beer pong, some jock dressed as Ken seemed fitting for the younger miller.

Santiago had made eyes at you when you saw him cornered by Barbie, there wasn’t a jealous bone in your body as you watched the poor girl talking his ear off as he stalked you like his prey. He teased you enough for you to let him flounder his way out of the conversation. If there was anything he hated more in this world it was pretending to be interested in a topic he could care less about.

You were plenty buzzed as you wandered aimlessly through this extravagant house, the furniture and fixtures much too gaudy for your preference .Gold plated frames lined the walls as you climbed the spiral staircase to explore the upstairs. You drag your fingers along the banister as you stare up at the three tier chandelier above the entryway.Apparently running a private helicopter business paid very well…unfortunately money didn’t buy good taste.

Your eyes are drawn to the red carpet lining the hallway as you peak into the first room on the left. A large Victorian bed with a gold frame is in the middle of the room. Next to it is a floor to ceiling mirror with a slightly beveled curve, the room in its reflection is a little distorted as you lean in further gripping the door handle to keep yourself steady.

Either you’ve had too much to drink or the floor is caving in. Strong hands grip your waist just as you’re prepared to meet face to face with the awful carpet. The wind is nearly knocked out if you as your back is met with a hard surface and you feel like your head is in a tailspin as you’re whipped around to meet your savior.

You’re met with the soft chocolate brown eyes of Frankie as he walks you backwards further into the room. The smirk on his face as he raises his eyebrows at you because surely he caught you snooping about his boss’s house while you were supposed to be enjoying the party.

“Find what you were looking for Alice?” His eyes roamed up and down your body as he stopped you just before the foot of the bed.

You realize you haven’t spoken in awhile as you try to answer and manage a squeak. You clear your throat slightly embarrassed after being caught and scramble for any words to come to mind. It doesn’t help when he’s looking at you that way or when he presses against you with his arm caging you in. You can feel his arousal through the thin fabric of your dress as he cups your ass pulling you impossibly closer to him.

He leans in and you close your eyes waiting for a kiss that never comes as he drops down to his knees. His fingers dip into the waistband of your panties as he slides them down your thighs. A soft whimper of his name leaves your lips and the thought of someone walking in is completely drowned out in your horny brain when all you can think about is his deft tongue working you open on no doubt his boss’s bed.

He taps your leg silently instructing you to step out of them as he balls it up in his fist and places it in his pocket. His breath is hot on your stomach through the fabric as you place your hands on his shoulders for purchase. You’re trying to be patient but you’re pulled taught after the teasing from Santiago in the car.

An inaudible whine leaves your mouth as he stands again and places a soft kiss to your forehead. “Shh it’s gonna be ok.” It most certainly won’t be.

“Frankie, where are you going?” The look on his face says isn’t it obvious as he grabs your hand and makes his way towards the door without an answer.”

“Frankie…where’s your hat?” He points to the standard oil cap as if that’s the one you were asking about as you huff out in frustration.

They are having way too much fun.

****

When you finally returned to the party Ken had decidedly had enough of Barbie flirting with Santiago and ditched Ben.

Ben managed to find someone he could talk to about his upcoming fights and Will was still nowhere to be found. Frankie and Santi looked like they were having a serious conversation in the kitchen and their eyes on you were suddenly too much. You needed some fresh air as you stepped out on the back deck. Of course there seemed to be no place that wasn’t occupied with guests, as you say your excuse me’a and make your way down the steps to find a modicum of privacy.

The smokey sweet aroma of tobacco and chocolate permeates your senses as you follow the trail coming from around the house. Will is leaned back, head against the wall with one leg propped up as he stares up at the rings disappearing into the clear night sky.

He holds out his hand and you hesitate, you’re not sure you could take anymore moments of being brought to the edge…but it’s Will. His large calloused hand takes yours as he pulls you into his chest making you face out. You sigh into the warmth and you’re enveloped by his cologne and the smell of the cigar.

“How are you feeling Honey?” Honestly…like you’re all trying to kill me.

“I’m fine.” He tsks under his breath as he kisses your neck, he breathes in deep as if you’re having the same affect on him as they are on you.

“I don’t like that answer…you tell me if you don’t want to do this.” Always the one to check in with you, he’s so sweet even when his own resolve is breaking.

You doubt he’s expecting your next move when you spin in his arms and grip him by the collar of his shirt as you crash your lips to his.The taste of tobacco and mint fresh on his tongue. He’s lost momentarily as he moans into the kiss, not caring about who could come around this corner at any moment. You pull away, reveling in the way he chases after you. His hooded lids staring you down as you brush your thumb along his swollen pink lips.

“I want to do this, I just don’t think I can take anymore teasing baby.” Will’s a private man so your pet names are reserved for your private moments, but you can see the moonlight luminate in his eyes as the blue practically disappears.

“Come on Honey, all you had to do was ask.” You scoff at that as he yanks your hand and practically runs you up the back steps back into the house.

When you enter the kitchen Benny,Frankie and Santi are all standing in the corner with knowing looks on their face and Will signals it’s time to go.

Santi and Frankie are out the door before you can blink as you pull back slightly in Will's grasp. “Shouldn’t Frankie say bye to his boss?”

“No time sweetheart, we’re late for a very important date.”

“Seriously Will, you’re going to steal my only line.” Ben skips along in front of you both as you exit the grandiose home.

“You had all night to use it, it’s not my fault you’re too slow.”

****

You thought you would’ve been more nervous or feel unprepared but it seems as you lay out completely exposed on Santiago’s bed as you try and keep track of the hands all over you, it sends a surge of confidence through you.

Santiago had taken control right away, the guys already had some sort of plan hatched out as you could’ve guessed by the way they were silently communicating every step.

The ride home was less than romantic as they went over your safe word and hard no’s. That shifted as soon as Frankie pinned you against the front door, too impatient to wait any longer before touching you as he unzipped your dress leaving it in a pool of fabric beneath you.

He knelt down on the floor, raising your leg over his shoulder as you gripped on tight to his soft curls. Your panties lost in one of his pockets earlier left easier access to you as he licked a stripe through your wet folds. Your head hits the door as you try to stay standing, already so worked up from before.

You’re a whimpering mess as Frankie works you open like a man starved. “You always taste so good hermosa.”

“Frank!” Santi reappears in the entryway naked and hard, looking as though he’s gonna spit fire.

“What?” You’d laugh if you weren’t so close to your first climax of the night as his nose nudged your clit.

“Bedroom?!” He sighs into you sending a chill up your spine as he fights against every urge to ignore Pope and continue his ministrations. He looks up at you almost apologetically as he places a kiss on each thigh.

****

“Fuck baby that feels so good.” Will’s grip is tight in your hair as he works his cock deeper down your throat. You can’t manage more than a whine as you try to focus on Santi thrusting behind you, slamming you further onto Will's cock with every switch of his hips.

“Do you have any idea how good you look right now?” Frankie pants beside you as Ben works his hand up and down Frankie’s length.

The praise and attention has you keening as you arch back into Santi’s chest. His hand on your hip is sure to leave a bruise as he pounds into you relentlessly. He’s close, he can tell you are too as you clench him tighter and moan out his name.

“Santi, I can’t.” You’ve lost count on how many times you’ve come. On Frankie’s tongue, on Will's fingers. When you were sitting on Bennys lap with Santi’s face buried in your cunt, you thought you were close to passing out.

“Tell me what you need.” You’ve never seen Santi as sweet or gentle as you have when he was methodically taking you apart.

You weren’t sure they heard when you whispered more. Santi was sure he heard you loud and clear as he asked if you were sure. Your pathetic mule as you chase his hips was all the answer he needed as he slowly pulled out of you. He gives a silent signal to Frankie as he replaces Will's spot on the bed.

Frankie’s wrecked, his own orgasm held off this entire time in anticipation for this. His sweat slicked curls cling to his face as he guides your hips above his throbbing erection. He grips the base of his cock as he slides the tip through your swollen folds. As you sink down onto him he moans in unison with you as a cold sensation meets your other hole. Santi smears the lube around your sensitive nub with his thumb and he nearly chokes at the way you push back onto it.

“Stop teasing Santiago.” Frankie rasps out between muttered curses as he bucks his hips into you.

Santi is a tease but at this moment he can’t hold on much longer. Your grip on Frankie tightens as Santi prods your entrance, the tip just barely in almost has you seeing stars. Will’s behind Santi working his length as he watches him pick up his pace. Ben’s lips are on yours as he reaches between you to rub slow circles on your clit. “Oh fuck…oh my god.”

“I need you to come cariño.” Santi grits out behind you as his hips start to stutter.

Frankie plants his feet in the mattress as he pounds up into you, a lewd moan leaves your lips as you cling to someone’s hand. Benny singing sweet praises in your ear of how good you’re doing as your body heaves and your heart threatens to pound out of your chest.

The smallest sound leaves your mouth as you cease up in pleasure, it rolls over you in waves as they both stutter their hips spilling into, the only sounds in the room are moans and pants as you collapse into a puddle in the middle of the bed.

You come too with concerned faces surrounding you as Will cleans you up gently with a damp towel.

“I told you, you went too hard.”

“Me…I’m not the one who made her come three times.”

Ben notices your blissed out face as you suppress a giggle. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. His dopey smile is on full display as the other men bicker behind him.

“You ready for round two Honey?”

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whatthefishh · 1 year

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Hello, I love feed your ego, do you have any recs for smut with two or more of the TF boys

Oh nonnie I love where your mind is at 😂💗 thank you so much btw! Some 2+ TF action below for you:

No Contest by @melodygatesauthor (Benny/Santi/reader goodness)

Last Minute Under the Table (series) by @kittyofalltrades (will is the only logical one here and I love it)

These Benny + Santi thots by @dameronscopilot (whole TF masterlist really)

Captain of the Team by @writefightandflightclub (I’ve read this more than once ok)

Bloom verse by @charnelhouse (just. So many. Wow.)

Homecoming series by @astroboots (frankie/Santi/reader/emotions/hot af)

Awakening series by @romanarose (when romana tried to call me a hoe but she wrote this series🤍)

Constellations (part II with the smut part I for the context) by @moonknightly (the EMOTIONS also 🥵)

#inbox 💌#fic recs #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier fandom #triple frontier poly

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ohheyitsokay · 2 years

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it's quiet, romance.

He had slept poorly two nights ago, stayed up almost to his alarm and then slept through it. flew out of bed and worked the whole day and hadn't recovered yet.

Living off of dark roast with a chunk of raw sugar stirred in.

Santi admitted his head hurt four hours prior to finding his way to bed. Took three pills, one for the headache and two for the sleep, a choice that drew worried glances and bitten tongues.

Someone made him drink two glasses of water, eat some microwaved leftovers.

He was irritated, ranting despite his trailing thoughts, focused on his phone and pouring over little regrets he'd pried from his memories.

Your loves coaxed a laugh out of him before shooing him to bed, the living room lights staying on when they resettled on the couch.

Glacing at the doorway, you knew his enough to know he was still thinking. That beautiful mind running away, uncontrollable wheels down a hill.

It would've been out of character for him to call for you, for anyone. The night was a fight he had chosen to face all on his own.

You went to him anyway. He didn't need to ask.

In the bed, he was reading, screen still bright and you winced in the darkness. His grumble was nonsensical but he slid towards you a bit, his eyes never leaving the screen.

but it was only a moment before you felt his leg twitch.

the phone slid from his hand, going dark as his breathing deepend.

it's quiet romance - falling asleep the moment you're near.

#santiago garcia x reader #poly frontier vibes #thoughts from elle

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pintsizemama · 5 months

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Decorate the Tree

Day 3

Summary: It’s your first official Christmas with your four lovers, and you want it to be special.

Pairings: Santiago “Pope” Garcia, Oberyn Martell, Dave York, & Max Phillips x You, Santiago “Pope” Garcia, Oberyn Martell, Dave York, & Max Phillips x Female Reader

Fandom: Triple Frontier, Game of Thrones, The Equalizer 2, & Bloodsucking Bastards

Rating: Mature

Warnings: reference to drinking blood (vampire), polyamorous relationship

Word Count: 743

A/N: This is a continuation of Surprise Trip from the 2021 Christmas Writing Challenge.

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You glanced tiredly around your now very cluttered living room. You had spent half the day pulling out Christmas decorations, and then shopping for even more. You were excited. This was the first year you were spending Christmas with all the guys. It had been two years since the five of you hooked up in that hotel room. You had held to the decision to meet regularly for more trysts. For over a year the five of you got together at least monthly—more if you could. Sometimes it wasn’t all four of the men, work and life got in the way, but you hadn’t gone more than a few weeks without seeing at least one of them.

After that first year something shifted. Deeper feelings developed, and you all realized you wanted this to be a more permanent arrangement. Basically, a guy at work started to show interest, and you told the guys. You had no interest in your coworker, but you never kept secrets from these men, so you let them know someone was pursuing you while out to dinner one night. They all went very still and quiet. You knew they discussed it when you excused yourself to go to the bathroom because when you went back to Oberyn’s house, they immediately proposed a plan.

They hated the idea of anyone else with you. You were theirs. So, despite all four men being devout bachelors, they committed to you right then and there. A few months ago you all moved in together, and it was absolute bliss.

Oberyn and Dave didn’t have their kids this year for the holidays, so you wanted to make it extra special to take their minds off not being with their children…hence the decoration overload currently inhabiting your living room.

“Holy shit,” a deep male voice startled you from your thoughts. You turned to see Max and Santi had arrived home.

“Oh, thank God you’re here!” You exclaimed in relief. You kissed them both in greeting.

“What happened in here?” Max asked.

“I need your help,” you began. “I want to get this all sorted and the tree up before Oberyn and Dave get home. Then we can all decorate the tree together.”

“You know what? I’m not even gonna ask,” Santi chuckled. “Just tell me what you need me to do.” A little over an hour later the three of you had made a lot of progress. The tree was up and almost everything was organized.

“I’m gonna order some dinner,” Santi said as he glanced at his watch. “They’ll be home soon, and I’m sure they’ll be as hungry as we are.”

“Good idea,” you agreed.

“Max, you eating what we’re having or…something else?” Santi asked.

“I’ll eat with you guys,” he answered. His hot gaze fell on you. “I’ll have ‘something else’ for dessert.” You shivered in anticipation. Max didn’t always feed off of you. He was afraid of going too far and hurting you. But when he did, it felt so damn good. You felt strong arms wrap around you from behind.

“Would you like that, sweet cheeks?” Max whispered in your ear. He ran his nose up the side of your neck. “You want me to suck on this beautiful throat later?”

“Mmm, yes please,” you moaned. Just then you heard the front door open. Dave and Oberyn walked in, their eyes widening slightly at the scene before them.

“Wow,” Oberyn said. “You’ve been busy.” Max dropped his arms so you could rush forward to greet the others. After kissing them both you stepped back and surveyed them. They looked tired, but relieved to be home.

“Are you guys up for some tree trimming?” You asked.

“Of course, baby girl,” Dave said as Oberyn nodded. You clapped in excitement.

“Yay!” You cheered. “This is going to be so much fun.”

“Dinner’s ordered and on the way!” Santi called out. You assigned tasks to everyone, and the five of you got to work. Elf played on the tv and in no time at all the tree was done. Dinner arrived, and you decided to eat in the family room so you could admire the tree. You all sat on floor around the coffee table while you enjoyed dinner.

You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. Your life had changed so much in the last 2 years, and you couldn’t wait to see how much better it would get.

Day 4

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alwaysdjarin · 2 years

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Heat waves

A “Triple Frontier” Series

Part 4

Part 3

TF Boys x f!reader (except Tom)

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

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (f receiving), public sex (car), fluffy Frankie, beach fun

Words: 4.5k

A/N: I love our soft Frankie. Hope you enjoy the date. Please give me a feedback. 💜 Thank you for all your love! 💜

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"I'm melting." Benny moans as he stretched out on the couch, dressed only in his boxer briefs. You took a big sip of your cold cola and wiped beads of sweat from your forehead. "I swear to you, that's how it must feels like in hell."

There has been unbearable heat wave in Florida for days and so your activities were kept to a minimum. You spent most of the days in the house, watched movies and shoveled tons of ice cream when you didn't have to work. You were happy to limit yourself mainly to the night shifts in the sports bar, so you didn't have to move too much during the heat of the days. And Benny also put his training sessions on the nights, which had the positive side effect that he could take you to the bar and pick you up again. Will was out of town for a few days because of his job to hold a few speeches and make new contacts and you were sure he had given Benny a 30 minutes lecture about how to take care of you before leaving.

And Benny did his job well. The demons inside your head had almost completely disappeared. The nightmares subsided and your thoughts no longer revolved around this one fucking bastard. Bennys and your band was stronger than ever, he was your safe haven, the house of the Miller brothers was the place where nothing could ever happen to you. Whether it were such simple things as a fresh coffee after your night shift, an extra portion of whipped cream on your ice cream, or a gentle "sleep well, Sugarboo!" into your ear after you had fallen asleep in Will's car and he’d carried you into your bed. You felt comfortable, appreciated and loved. Loved? Yes.

"Bing" Your phone signaled an incoming message. "Oh nooo" you moaned because it was at the other end of the coffee table. You turned your head in Benny's direction. "I can't move, I'm merged with the couch." Benny opened an eye and smiled in your direction. "If I were you, I would check. I've heard rumors that date number 2 is coming up."

You sat up like lightning and grabbed your phone over the table. "Curious little thing." Benny giggled.

You opened your messenger and a smile grew on your lips when you read the new message.

*+*+*+*

Frankie: Hey Sug. Unfortunately, I don't have a dress, flowers and a chauffeur for you. Would you still like to go to the beach with me today?

You: Aww Frankie. 😍 That sounds great, I would be happy.

Frankie: Cool, I'll pick you up at 2 pm.

You: Great, see you soon. ☺️

Frankie: See you soon.

*+*+*+*

You grinned at Benny and wobbled your eyebrows. "Beach date with Frankiiiie." You clapped enthusiastically into your hands before you walked into your room to get ready.

You put on your bikini. A two-piece in which you felt very comfortable. Baby blue with small daisies on it. You put on a light summer dress, it was white and crocheted, so almost transparent. Yes, that was perfect.

Back in the living room, the young Miller looked at you and purred. "Hmm, I think I'm going to the beach today too. I heard a hot chick has a date with an old man. Maybe I could have a chance…" He leaned forward in your direction, embraced your waist with both arms and pulled you on his lap. You squeaked loudly and hit Benny slightly on his chest. "Frankie is not old!" He giggled. "Do you think you're the hot chick I meant?" You made a pout and wanted to get up from his lap, but his grip on your waist only strengthened and held you on him.

You looked into each others eyes, your faces just centimeters apart. His hands firmly on your waist and yours on his chest. The air between you was electrified. You were hot and you weren’t sure if it was because of the heat or because of Benny's view in your lips. For seconds that felt like hours, you stayed in this position and you felt his fast heartbeat under your hand on his bare chest. He is my best friend, he is my best friend, he is my best friend. Ran through your head like in an endless loop and you could have sworn that it was the same with him.

"Knock knock"

Your eyes rushed to the door. "Frankie!" You said with a far too shrill voice and Benny's hands suddenly let go of your waist. You got up and straightened your dress, Benny did the same and straightened his pants to hide his excitement. You behaved like two teenagers who were just caught in something forbidden and you were happy when Benny walked towards the front door to let Frankie in.

"Hey, the man of the hour." He greeted his friend and you stepped out smiling behind Benny.

Frankie looked great. He wore swim shorts and a tshirt, sunglasses and his baseball cap. He moaned as he entered the house. "Fuck, it's so hot."

"Yes, incredibly hot." You and Benny said at the same time and your eyes met briefly. You both didn't talk about the weather.

After a short small talk, you said goodbye to Benny and you were happy when the cool air of the A/C in Frankie’s truck surrounded you. You always felt comfortable in Frankie's presence. He was the complete opposite of Benny. He radiated calm, was always objective and conversations with him never ended with any kinky ambiguities. Frankie was this kind of person who always took you seriously, always made you feel that he understood you. And he was humorous in his very own way and always managed to put a smile on your lips. You just had to love him.

When you arrived at the beach after fifteen minutes of driving, Frankie opened the truck bed. "Wow." you marveled at the sight of the two large pockets, the cool bag and the little beach umbrella and Frankie only shrugged his shoulders. "It's supposed to be a real date. No things are done by halves." You grabbed the umbrella and the cool bag and Frankie insisted on carrying the two large bags. Since you knew the area well, you were on a stretch of beach where there were rarely tourists and so you were lucky that there was hardly anything going on except for a few older couples and fishers.

You spread out the large blanket that Frankie had brought and he set up the umbrella. To your surprise, he had even brought a few pillows to make the whole thing more comfortable. It was perfect.

Frankie saw the contented smile on your face after you prepared your place and a little bit of tension falls from him. He hasn't had a date like this for years, it was usually limited to a bar visit and a one night stand. But make such an effort for a woman to plan everything in the hope you like it? No, he couldn't remember when he did that for the last time. He was really skeptical when Benny came around with this crazy idea. Why would you enjoy having a date with him? With Santi, ok, he had this special charm with which he enchanted all women. Or Will, he just had to enter the room and all the women wish he would pay attention to them. And Benny? He probably knew you better than himself, you spent most of your time with him anyway. A date more or less didn't matter either. But he? Francisco Morales? You probably only agreed out of courtesy.

And now he sat there on the blanket on the beach and you stood in front of him, turned your back towards him and looked at the water. You lifted your dress and pulled it over your head. This damn transparent dress, the sight of which had already made him nervous in your living room. Your hand stroked through your hair and he liked the sight of it flowing down your back in light waves. His gaze wanders further downwards, the curve of your waist, your hips, the two dimples on your lower back. He bites his lower lip with the thought of kneeling behind you, his hands on your hips. Holy shit. His eyes follow the curves of your ass. These bikini bottom, which only cover half of your ass. Did you made that by purpose? He straightens his shorts, he is already half hard when you suddenly turn around and your eyes hit his.

"Time for sun protection." You smiled at Frankie and sat down next to him. He searched in his bag and then held the sunscreen in his hand. "Found it!" He winked and you turned your back to him so that he could cream you. His hands were huge and you got goosebumps at the first touch of him. You knew he would notice it and quietly hoped that he would put it on the cold cream. The way Frankie rubbed it into your shoulders felt perfect and you pressed your body slightly backwards to increase the pressure on your skin.

"Massage?" Frankie finally asked and you nodded hastily. "Oh yes. Yes, that would be a dream." "Your wish is my command."

Frankie's strong hands wandered over your back. They massaged knots out of your shoulders, ran over your spine and his thumbs circled with firm pressure over your lower back. You had to hold back to moan too loudly, but it just felt so incredibly good. "Oh Frankie, that's incredible." You finally moaned and it probably sounded much more obscene than it was meant. Frankie whispered a quiet "Then I do everything right.” Your soft whimpering and moaning, your warm skin under his hands, the scent you radiated. All this almost drove him crazy.

After a few minutes, you finally turned around. "Now it's my turn." You grabbed the sunscreen. "Take off your shirt and turn it around." you ordered and you didn't miss the dark look into Frankie's eyes. You smiled when he took off his shirt. Wow. His skin was beautifully tanned, his shoulders were broad and more muscular than you’d expected. You rub the cream into his skin with light pressure. You liked the way his dark hair curled in his neck, your gaze wandered over the small scars and birthmarks, while your hands slowly slipped over Frankie's skin.

A little later you decided to go into the water. You both definitely needed to cool down. Frankie couldn't help but watched you run a few feet in front of him into the water. How your body slid further into the cool water step by step, how you got goosebumps and you squeaked when he splashed you wet. Of course, you didn't put up with that and it ended in a battle between you two. You tried to make each other fall into the cold water.

Of course, Frankie was physically superior to you and so it didn't take long for him to throw you over his shoulder. You scream loudly for help and Frankie laughed. "Do you want to dive or are you a kind girl from now on?" You stopped defending yourself. "I am kind, I am kind! I promise you." So Frankie slowly let you down again and you stood opposite each other in the water, your breath quickly.

"That was fun," Frankie laughed and you noticed the sparkle in his beautiful brown eyes. You watched a few drops of water drip out of his wet curls, ran down his neck and collected on his collarbone. You licked your lower lip and when you looked into Frankie's face, you noticed that he was probably observing exactly the same things on you. His gaze wandered from your breasts back to your eyes and his cheeks flushed because you caught him.

You smiled and took a step towards Frankie. "Frankie, I..." you whispered before you looped your leg around his and got him out of balance with a strong jerk. Your attack was successful and Frankie fell sideways into the water. You laughed so hard that he could certainly hear you underwater before you noticed a hand on your ankle. You tried to shake it off, but without success. You also fell into the water with full force.

When you popped up again, you took a deep breath and coughed, then you saw a loud laughing Frankie in front of you. "Are you okay, Sugar?" He asked and you just nodded before you joined his laughter. "Jump on, I'll take you to our place, little mermaid." He joked and turned around so that you could jump on his back. You clasped his hips with your legs and your arms were looped around his neck when he carried you back to the beach.

Your head lay on his shoulder and you teased him. "So…delta force...but to distract you is quite easily." Frankie just shook his head. "You also using with unfair means." "Oh, and this would be?" You smirked. Frankie slowly let you slide down from his back and turned around to you. His eyes once wandered down your body and up again. "No comment."

You smiled and wringed out your hair before sitting on the blanked. "Are you hungry?" Frankie asked. "I'm starving. Winning against someone from delta force makes hungry, you know?" Frankie laughed before he started to unpacked your food. He had really thought of everything. There were sandwiches, fruits, sweets, beer and cola. He had even thought of your favorite fruits strawberries with chocolate and your heart beat faster at the thought that Frankie had made such an effort just for you.

You sat next to each other while you ate. The conversations were easy and it was as if you had known each other forever. You told Frankie a few stories from your childhood with Benny and he understood directly why you were best friends. You and the younger Miller were so similar to each other, you both have this freaky side, you are always up for some fun and when it comes down to you are totally loyal. People like you can be relied on, no matter what happens.

Frankie told you why he had become a pilot and you could have listened to him for hours about his missions in the Army. You loved his calm voice, the way he brought Spanish words into his sentences. His brown eyes… you could watch these incredibly deep brown eyes all day also like the small laugh lines that surrounded them.

You didn't even noticed how quickly time passed and suddenly you found yourself in the evening sun that made your skin shine golden.

"Do you still need a photo for your group chat?" You asked with a mischievous smile on your face, but Frankie just shook his head and rolled his eyes. "I didn't know that the boys would make such a competition out of it." You laughed. "You turn EVERYTHING into a competition. So let's go... make them jealous, Francisco." You winked.

Frankie watched you lie down on your stomach, one hand wandered to your back and you opened your bikini top. Then you pulled your bikini bottoms a little further between your cheeks. He swallowed loudly at the sight that you offered him. Did you want to kill him? Your skin glittered from sea salt in the golden light of the evening sun. At the side of your body, the curves of your breasts were revealed. Damn, these perfect curves, how he would like to knead the juicy meat on your ass. Frankie almost forgot to take a picture, as all his blood had probably wandered into his cock by now.

When he sat down next to you again, he helped you to close your top, even if he would have preferred to completely tear the little piece of fabric off your body. And after showing you the photo, he opened the group chat.

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Group Chat

THE GANG

Fish: [image attached]

Fish: Beach days = best days

Pope: Enjoy the view buddy.

Benny: jdlduekszxje 👅👅Hola chica. Don't get a heart attack, old man. 👨🏼‍🦳👏🏼

Ironhead: fucking stunning

Benny: She knows what she’s doing boys. She definitely knows. 🥵😮‍💨💦

Pope: Of course. She’s a woman, they all know.

Ironhead: Why are we so rarely on the beach?

Benny: Because it's so hard for us to hide our boners there.🤣🤣🤣🍆💦

Pope: Yes!

Ironhead: True!

Fish: I definitely know what you mean.

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Frankie giggled and put his phone away shaking his head. "I don't want to know what's written there." You said and he laughed. "That's better that way." You rubbed your arms, the air became slowly fresher and you got goosebumps. When Frankie noticed this, he rummaged in one of his bags. "Here, I got something for you." He winked and held a hoodie in front of you. "Oh Frankie, you are the best." You were once again surprised. "Can you say that again in front of the boys?" He joked. "ALWAYS!"

You stood up. "Come on! We look at the sunset." You held your hand to him and he grabbed it, together you walked to the water and sat down in the sand. The two of you watched how the sun slowly disappears on the horizon, your skin was warm from the sun of the day and the sand below you still radiated the warmth. The sun was orange as she lowered further and further towards the water.

You looked at Frankie from the corner of your eye, heard his quiet breath and felt so safe in his presence. You put your head on his shoulder and whispered "Thank you."

He leaned his head against yours. "I have to thank you. I don't know when I last had such a great day." You raised your head and looked at him as he also turned his face in your direction. Just centimeters apart, your noses almost touched and you could feel his breath on your lips. "That's a shame Frankie. I like to keep you company." He smiled. "I can't imagine anything better."

You closed the gap between you two and your lips touched each others. Frankie's hand wandered behind your head and you felt his warmth on your neck. As you moaned slightly under his touch, he opened his mouth and his tongue slid over your lips. You accepted his request and also opened your mouth. Your tongues met somewhere in the middle. Frankie's lips were soft, his mustache tickled you a little and he tasted like sea salt and bear.

You smiled into the kiss and put your hands on his shoulders before you pulled on his lap, your legs to the left and right of his body. Frankie moaned due to the sudden pressure in his crotch, his hands instinctively wandered on your hips. Your right hand lay on the back of his head, your fingers intertwined in his dark curls. While your left arm had looped around his body to push it closer to you. Even if that was actually impossible.

The passion in your kiss grew and grew, as did the bulge in Frankie's shorts. His hands wandered under your hoodie, he stroked along your waist, slowly up your back, which made you shudder. You let your hips roll. Your core screamed for relief, your bikini bottoms were damp from your arousal. "Fuck!" moaned Frankie in your mouth. You looked into his eyes, pressed forehead to forehead. "I want you Frankie." You whispered and his cock twitched in his pants. He never had expected to hear these words from you.

"Then let's go to the car Sugar," he breathed before kissing you again. When you finally managed to break away from each other, you quickly put all your things in your bags. No matter how much sand was packed, or if everything was messed up. Fully packed, you walked to Frankies truck and threw everything onto the truck bed.

You stood opposite each other and Frankie looked embarrassed in your direction. He scratched the back of his head. "And... do you still want...?" He asked as if he was afraid that you had changed your mind by now. You frowned and went to the passenger door, Frankie's heart hurt briefly at the realization that it would only stay with your kiss and he was right all the time. What would you want from a man like him?

When he opened his door to get into the car to drive you home, his eyes widened. You sat with your back leaning towards the passenger door, your legs on the bench, slightly spread. You bit your lower lip and then pulled the hoodie over your head so that you sat in front of him only in your bikini. Frankie swallowed and murmured "Holy shit." Before he climbed onto the driver's seat and closed the door behind him. He crawled towards you so that his body was between your legs, his eyes wandered up and down your body. "You are so fucking beautiful." He said and you grabbed the collar of his shirt to pull him towards you. Your foreheads touched and you looked deep into his eyes. "I want to feel you Frankie." You whispered before kissing him passionately.

"Everything you want princesa." His tongue licked down your neck. Your loud moan encouraged him to continue as he sucked on your sensitive skin directly under your ear. "May I?" He finally asked and you nodded. "Fuck Frankie. Let these idiots see what you did to me." You moaned, full of lust and Frankie could had cum at that moment, just because of your words. He licked, sucked and bit your neck until a chain of marks remained. You watched his dark eyes enjoying the sight and he finally took off his shirt.

Your hands stroked his shoulders, you felt every muscle while his mouth continued kissing down your body. He opened your bikini top and freed your breasts before he first caressed one and then the other. You arched your back under his touch. "Fuck Frankie please!" He smiled briefly as your eyes met and then went further down with his head. His hands caressed your thighs and you felt his hot breath through the bikini panties on your cunt. You pushed your hips up and he understood your intention behind it. He grabbed the waistband of the bikini bottoms and pulled it down your legs.

You heard him murmur something in Spanish and then he licks through your folds. Your head hit the window behind you and Frankie moaned into your hot cunt. "Fuck you taste like heaven." You grabbed into his hair while his tongue circled your sensitive bundle of nerves. "Frankie I need...I need..." You moved your hips and Frankie reacted immediately. "I know Sugar...I know." You should get what you needed when he slipped two fingers into you. Frankie moaned against your clit as he felt your hot walls. Your cunt clenched around his long fingers, which he curled in you to find the one magical point deep into you.

When he reached his goal, your entire body twitched. "Oh...oh God Frankie. That's...that's it!" And then, without another word from him, he pushed you over the edge. You moaned his name while your body trembled, your hands pressed his head harder between your legs and Frankie was not far from jerking off into his fucking swim shorts, so incredibly hot was it to feel you cum on his face.

When your legs trembled with overstimulation, he raised his face to look at you. Your glance met again, his eyes dark full of lust when he licked your arousal from his lips and fingers. You leaned a bit forward to grab his arms and pulled him down on you. You kissed him and you could taste yourself on his tongue. You both moaned into the kiss when Frankie's hard length touched your wet cunt and your hands automatically went to the waistband of his shorts. He interrupted the kiss to support your efforts and watched your lustful look when you saw Frankie's hard cock. You grabbed the length and pumped it once or twice before letting your thumb circling over its swollen tip.

Frankie hissed under your touch. "Sugar, I want to fuck you." You smirked. "Take me Frankie. I'm all yours." He growled as you grabbed his cock and let it glide through your wet folds. He slowly pressed the tip into your hot hole and you moaned as he slid into you inch by inch. "God, you are so tight." Frankie put his head in the crook of your neck, overwhelmed by the feeling of being so close to you. He felt great how he stretched you, but you wanted more.

"Move Frankie, I want to feel you!" He nodded and began to thrust into you. His face hovered over yours when he picked up the pace. His thrusts became hard and precise. When you swung your legs around his hips and he could penetrate even deeper into you, he immediately realizes that he had hit your magic point once again. You threw your head backwards and hit the window of the car door with it. With every firm thrust into your core, you screamed full of pleasure and Frankie loved this expression on your face, the fire in your eyes, while he fucked you in the car seat and against the door and your breasts jumped.

„N-need you to cum sweet girl…‘m so..so fucking close.“ He breathed into your chest and it only took a few more thrusts until you cum hard. You clawed your fingernails in Frankie's back and your moaning of his name gave him the rest. With an almost animal groan, he spilled into you. His cock twitched in your tight walls and after a few more thrusts your muscles relaxed.

Frankie kissed you again full of passion before he pulled himself out of you. He took a paper towel and tried to remove the mess between your legs as much as possible.

You dressed slowly, still completely out of breath. "Come here." Frankie finally said and you slipped very close to him on the bench. He put an arm around your shoulder and you hugged him. It was night outside by now and he felt you getting tired. The warmth of the day and the many sun paid its toll. When you had to yawn, Frankie kissed the crown of your head. "I'll take you home Sugar."

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The next morning

Group Chat

THE GANG

Benny: Fish, what did you do???? 😵😱🤯

Ironhead: What's going on? Did something happen?

Pope: ?

Fish: What?

Benny: Sugars neck 🤨🧐

Fish: Oh well. She wanted you idiots to be reminded that she just had the best date of her life.

Benny: Fuck you, old man. 👨🏼‍🦳🔫

Fish: No no no, I prefer her.

To be continued…

Part 5

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