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[romanarose]

Awake

Fem!Reader x Santiago Garcia, Francisco Morales, Ben Miller, Will Miller Santiago Garcia x Will Miller Ben Miller x Francisco Morales

All TF boys and reader mix except Miller Brothers

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YOU DO NOT NEED TO READ ANY OF THE OTHERS! There's a good story here about coming out, bisexuality, literally "awakening". This is the finally, where everyone is awake.

Written for my (day late lol) Oscar Pedro Pride Event, week 3, Sex/kissing!!!

Summary: You take Santi, Will, Frankie, and Ben all inside you at once. That's the fic.

Warnings and content: Literally everything. BJ's, triple penetration, double vaginal penetration, bukake, just like. im not listing everything happening but its a lot. everything bisexual. Then aftercare!

A/N its been NINE MONTHS!!! since i updated. I get it if no one cares anymore lololololol. Anyway THIS IS IT!!! the end!!!!!

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It was amazing how, after all these months, the stretch of Will’s cock still got to you having to catch you breath.

Things were good, really fucking good these days. You, Will, and Santiago had a discussion about the relationship; firstly, between you and Santi where you both agreed that yes, you both wanted Will involved. You weren't sure how or if he really wanted to, but he meant too much to both of you to just keep pretending it was the same as when Ben or Frankie were inside you. Then, you talked to Will. He agreed that yes, he had feelings for both you and your husband. However, he was not at a place right now; he didn’t want to move too quickly. So you didn’t. Will came over sometimes and stayed the night, fucked you and Santi and got fucked in a tangled up mess on the bed… no labels, just taking it easy.

On the other side of things, Ben moved out of Will’s and in with Frankie a week after the camping trip. They were completely inseparable and 2 months later, engaged. 3 months after that, you were standing as a witness in a courthouse for their wedding and cooking multiple hot plates for a backyard potluck reception. Frankie was not one for being in the spotlight, and Ben was not one to dress up.

Now, you watch as your husband lay on the bed next to you, Frankie fucking his ass while his own husband eats him from behind. Your tits bounced with each thrust of Will’s hips, your arms wrapped around his back and stuck to it with sweat. You watch, Will’s breath against your neck, as Santi writhes in pleasure, hips bucking up to meet Ben’s mouth. Your hands were laced together.

Santi turns to you, smiling with his eyes glancing over your body. “You look…” He pants. “Really fucking good like this.”

You laugh a little. “So do you.”

You both grin at each other, unbelieving of your luck to find such a group. 4 men who you trusted with your life and your body to take care of you, and for you to take care in return. Will gently cupped your face, guiding your mouth to where his waited. His touch was a stark softness compared to the way his cock continued to pound into you. 

“You doing okay, princess?” He took your lower lip with his as he pulled away, drawing out the tender kiss. Beside you was the sound of Santiago getting absolutely fucking railed by Frankie. 

“I’m fucking fantastic.” You confirm, then nod to Santi with a cheeky smile. “I don’t know about him, though.”

Santi’s grip on your hand was like a vice, head propped back as he was practically screaming on his oldest friends dick.

Will chuckles. “He’s still not used to taking a dick.”

Careful as to not reject Will’s affections, you nudge him off you. You feel empty without him inside, but your husband calls. “Baby…” You caress his face after crawling next to him, knelt by his side. Your hand reaches out for Frankie, but he’s already slowing. “Baby are you okay?” You protected Santiago the way he always protected you.

Slow and bleary, Santiago opened his eyes, chuckling with disbelief. “I’ve never been better, baby girl.”

*

You and Ben lay up against your husband's arms, both your men feeding you water. Santi reminds Will to drink, and he does before wiping off you, Santi, and Frankie with a cool towel before passing it to Frankie for Ben. Will always watched out for Benny during group sex just as on the field, but was not about touch during these moments. As Will watched his brother smile in Frankie’s arms, however, he knew he was okay. Frankie took care of him.

Ben turned to you with his dopey grin. “How does it feel watching your husband regularly get his ass stretched?”

This makes you laugh, and you give him a kick. “Pretty fucking good, especially if I’m sitting on his face.”

*

Santi’s arms were wrapped lovingly around you, chest to chest, his dick deep up inside your swollen and tired pussy. He’d gone in easy, and you signed as Frankie bottomed out into your ass. Two down, two to go.

Frankie’s massive hands played with your hair, his mouth kissing your neck, moving up to nibble on your earlobe. “You feel me, baby? Feel me and Santi right up in you?” He gave a thrust inside, making Santi’s chest rumble in pleasure. “I can sure feel him, mmm, fuck, it’s just… I can feel that thick vein of his when I move.”

“I know just what you mean.” You say with a smile, egging him on. Santiago had the most perfect cock you’d ever seen in your life; long, thick, and veiny. Curved up just a little bit in a way that hit you juuuust right. “Gotta feel him inside you one of these times, Frankie” You right back and grab his thigh. “He fills you up in just the best way.”

The older man looks up to where Ben stood at the edge of your bed, hands soothing you and stimulating erogenous zones. He sometimes pauses to play with your hair, which you particularly love. When Ben sees Francisco looking at him, he goes for a kiss.

“I’d love to see that, Fish.” He likes his tongue over his lover’s face. “Watch Santi struggle to take you, watch him fucking whimper on your cock.”

Frankie was equally enthralled as Will situated himself in the back, getting ready to slide in right there with Santi in your cunt. Will’s hand splayed across Frankie’s ass, thumb sliding into his asshole as he moved his fellow soldier around right where he needed to be. In general, Francisco liked to take charge in the bedroom, but when it came to Will, everyone fell under his order. He was tall, large, companding but had the competence to back it. The last time you were all together, Santiago stayed on the sidelines for the most part to make sure you were safe and happy. Now, however, you’d all experienced so much, he trusted all the men to take care of you, take care of him, take care of each other. Now, Will slides into his natural element as the leader.

Squeezing an ample amount of lube on his hand, he covered not only his cock but added it to Frankie and Santi. You had no problems getting wet and they always took careful time to open you up, but he wasn’t taking chances with your precious body. His thumb was obviously nothing compared to Ben’s dick, but he wasn’t trying to split him up, just to add to the pleasure of being inside you. Santi languidly kissed at your lips as Will spoke to Frankie.

“I’ll fuck this tight little hole of yours while you’re inside Santi, hm? Thrust into you hard enough I drive you into him?”

Frankie moans at the thought, and Benny bends down to join in this kiss between you and Santi. You both excitedly welcome him in, tongues wrestling as he kisses between words. “And I can fuck our favorite lady while you guys are our personal porn.”

Santi sucked on your bottom lip. “Want me to be your pornstar, mi amor? You like watching me take it up the ass for you to get off to?” He punctuated his point with a harsh thrust up, spearing his cock inside. The moans from Frankie were nothing compared to the sounds you let out. He looked over your shoulder at Will. “She’s ready, fill her up.”

With his thumb continued to fuck Frankie, Will’s other hand was firmly placed on your ass. It wasn’t for guidance or smack or to massage… it was just there to ground you. You cry out against Santi’s neck you were sucking on, Will slowly and carefully inserting himself into you. There's so much of him to take, inch after inch it never seemed to end. Santi’s hands went to Will’s hips, stopping him. He wasn’t going to be able to bottom out just based on the sheer amount of people occupying a small space, but what he was able to fit in was almost too much. When Will stops, Santi holds your face. “You okay, bebita?” He asks you gently. “Is it too much?”

You take a deep, steadying breath and shake your head. It was a lot. Like a fucking a lot. “No, no I think I’m good.”

“Princess.” Will spoke above you. “We don’t wanna do nothing based on ‘I think.’ If you gotta stop or slow down, we want you to tell him.”

Considering his words, you believe him. You knew firmly that they would never want you uncomfortable outside of the stretch you begged for… And you probably could take them all fully… but you decided to call it. 

“Just…” You turn around to see his softly smiling face, Will’s beard still glistening with your wetness, Frankie’s chest sticking to your skin. “Don’t go any further, okay? The stretch is good, you don’t gotta take it easy or nothing just…”

Will bent around Frankie to kiss your lips, tender and sweet before Ben takes your mouth. “I got you, princess. I won’t push it.” And you knew he wouldn’t. Last but not last was Benny. You could understand why Frankie and him were always sneaking away to suck each other's dicks, Ben had a nice one indeed, one you enjoyed as he slid into your mouth. 

Santi in your pussy, holding you and Frankie both close. He fucked up into you, cock rubbing against Will’s where they were nestled in together. Will wrapped an arm around Frankie, playing with his nipples as Frankie humped his ass against Wills torso while fucking you in yours. His moans were swallowed by Ben, who kissed his husband while fucking you throat.

“Mi chica perfecta…” Santi whispers between wet kisses to your skin. “Letting me and my friends use all your holes, let off some steam… letting us break you in…”

You whimpering against Ben’s dick in affirmative. You loved degradation, you loved being objectified and they all knew it, because after it all was said and done, they touched you and cared for you in such a gentle way that assured you that they loved you in all their unique ways.

Soft stroke of a thumb over your ass steadied you as you listened to the kissing above you and Santi. Will’s gentle reassurance compared to hard pounding you were taking from behind. 

“Could’ve used something like her back in the service, couldn’t we boys? Something fuck after a long day, a pretty little toy.”

Frankie disengaged from Ben, a string of spit connecting them for a few moments longer. “Maybe we wouldn’t have waited 20 years to come out of the closet.”

“Speak for yourself.” Ben laughs, thrusting into your mouth. “I took full advantage of the frequent moving around and secretive bars.”

“Slut” Will laughs, shaking his head at his baby brother's antics.

Santi spoke from below you, never stopping humping his hips up. “You’re one to talk, IronHead.” This resulted in a smack to Will’s thigh. You felt full beyond belief feeling yourself approach orgasm as the men you loved use your holes and your body, bringing you and each other pleasure. Ben alternates between thrusting into your mouth, then pulling out and putting it to Frankie’s lips. Benny is quick with praise for you and Frankie, never making you feel like you were just an aid to their relationship despite the degrading teasing. Behind you, Will and Santi’s hands were all over each other and Frankie, Santi even reaching back at points to plays with Benny’s tightening balls. 

“You feel that, Will? Our princess is getting ready to come for us again.” Santi laughs mockingly, but you are. What on earth is going to feel like coming on 3 dicks? You can’t imagine having room to even clench right now, your body stiffening in pleasure and pain as everything became so dizzyingly good. You close your eyes, losing yourself in the joy, the closeness, the extreme trust that it takes to pull off something like that. The love that is found, romantic, friendship, brotherhood in multiple ways. Will managed to hike up Santi’s ass just enough to stuff his fingers inside, making both Santiago and Francisco moaning like moans on Will’s fingers, Ben guiding them to kiss. You join in, and so does Benny’s dick. You, Fankie and Santi slobber and kiss and suck in such a mess that half the time you don’t know whose skin you are kissing.

You pussy and ass begins to feel raw, the pleasure still whirling in your stomach but beginning to be distracted by the discomfort between your legs. You tap Santi, wet lips against his cheek as you’re barely aware of anything else. “Approaching yellow, baby” You warn, punctuating it with a kiss so he knew it wasn’t anything serious. Santi could sometimes get dom drop. It wasn’t often, but you liked to make sure he knew everything was okay.

Holding up a hand, Santi halted everyone’s movements. Will rested his head against Frankie’s lower back, panting. Ben dropped to his knees to take your hand in his. Frankie kissed your sweaty shoulder blades. 

But Santi is who you communicated to. You trusted them all, but Santi will always be your husband, your baby, tu amor. 

“You okay, bebita?” He asks with a gentle timber, his low voice rumbling against your chest.

“I’m okay, I just think after I come, I wanna get to the grand finale.” You say with a laugh and a kiss.

He kisses you right back, signaling everyone to get back to work. Ben, instead of fucking your mouth, stays on his knees to massage your neck and shoulders. “Come whenever you're ready, darl’n.” Ben’s absurdly deep voice tells you.

It takes less than a minute and you’re coming on 3 hard dicks stuffed inside your holes, Will letting out a guttural sound that told you it was taking everything in him not to come inside you. You shake under the force of your orgasm, finger nails digging into Santi’s soft, bare skin. Everything was so fucking perfect, your senses blocking out anything that wasn’t immense pleasure. You couldn’t hear a word of their praises, you couldn’t smell the musk of marathon sex, you couldn’t see the men who swarmed around you like bees to their queen. You were blinded by the light.

Santi kissed your skin, no longer moving. He knew how sensitive you could get after coming. 

“Everyone ready?” He asked, Frankie desperately humping your ass, chasing the high.

“Fuck, I’m so close…”

“Have Benny get you there, I think she’s sore.”

And you were. You were actually quite sore and you were glad you had someone who knew you as well as Santiago did to watch out for you. You were perfectly fine saying no, stop, not yet, later, etc. You trusted Frankie completely. But it was nice to have someone who knew you so completely that you didn’t even need to say it.

Frankie got up with no problem, kissing your lips and whispering a thank you. Ben spits in his hand, and while they make out like teenagers he brings Frankie to the brink. Ben grabbed the wipes, cleaning his husband off in case you end up blowing him. You knew you didn’t want any ass to mouth action. Santi and Will slowly get out of you, leaving you feeling empty without them. You look forward to whatever the future holds for the three of you, whatever parts Will was willing to give. Will’s massive arms pick you up, careful when he sets you on your knees on the carpet.

 Seeing 4 gorgeous, stacked, hung men standing in front of you… you were revived and needed a taste. You put Santi’s dick in your mouth first, fisting Ben and Frankie, then alternating to taste all four of them in your mouth. Delicious.

Then, then all swarm you, jerking their cocks rapidly until cum came flying out, splattering your face, your tits, your laved out tongue in white. They dump their hot spend on you, groaning and grunting and kissing each other and all you could hear was the sounds of their pleasure and the fap, fap, fap of their masturbation. 

When they were done, they wiped their tips in their hair.

*

Santi washed your hair in the shower, Will’s arms around you keeping you steady. The water was warm, not too hot, and he was very careful cleaning you and Will up. They both dried you with warm towels, as Frankie drew Ben in. You liked that Frankie washed Ben’s hair too, despite a 4 inch height difference. Will took you to bed while Santi made sure Frankie and Ben had enough towels and knew where shower items were. 

For a while, you just lay there in Will’s arms, listening to Frankie tell Ben to “stop messing with the water” and “it doesn’t need to be hotter, this ain’t a hot tub!” followed by Ben yelping how the water is too hot. You can feel Ben laugh. Santi gives you and Will water, instructing you both to drink as he settles into bed on the other side of Will. When Frankie and Ben return, Ben is carrying a butt naked Frankie, ass first, over the shoulder and into the room before flopping him down on the bed. 

“It’s my turn to take care of you, idiot.”

And he did. He dried Frankie off, gave him water, fed him some raisins which you though was odd but to each their own.

“Santiago, why don’t you ever feed me raisins?” You teased him.

“Because I love you, they are sickos.”

Will kissed your forehead. “I’ll feed you raisens, princess.”

“I don’t even like raisins.”

Will groaned. 

But they all slept there that night, in your marital bed, tangled up and limbs on limbs, arms slung across wastes and lips to skin.

It was nice like this.

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Well, after a year and a half i finally finished this bitch!!!! one less series to worry about!!!!

Pease let me know what you think, I sure hope this was worth it! Begining was hard to write, but once i got in the zone it's all over!!!!

I hope y'all enjoyed it! I sure enjoyed writing it!!!!

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[imaswellkid]

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Important previously unseen FishBen!

FISHBEN 🚨😱🥳💀🤤

Nicole I LOVE YOU 🧡🧡🧡🧡

[romana-after-dark]

Room's on Fire Masterlist

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

Summary:

Years after the world fell apart, various communities have established themselves, one of which is ran by four men who claim to be divine.

When they decide it's time to and heir to be born, they chose a virgin from their cult and make her their wife. Reader is offered a choice, of course. She doesn't have to marry them. But if she doesn't, the savior won't be born. She choses to become the Madonna. She is wed to all four of them, and moved into their home where her body is open to use whenever her husbands desire (free use au), in the hopes of getting her pregnant. It doesn't matter whose baby it ends up being, because they are all part God, so it doesn't matter... right?

Warnings for full fic, if anything is added or really emphcized it will be in additional warnings.

THIS IS A DARK FIC THOUGH SO BE WARY! I CAN'T PROTECT AGAINST EVERYTHING.

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.

Unknown amount of chapters right now.

Chapter 1: Pilot: Delta finds their Madonna Chapter 2: The wedding Chapter 3: Aftermath of the wedding FishBen: Symptom of Being Human Chapter 4: Pope is not pleased. Chapter 5: Jonah lore, Madonna gets through to Frankie Chapter 6: Madonna gains Frankie's heart, Santi is jealous Iris: Rey and Iris find pockets of time Chapter 7: Fun with Ben: wining Pope back Chapter 8: big announcement to the community

Non canon Frankie Madonna Chapter 9: Madonna’s blissful ignorance to the world around her. Chapter 10: There's a lot Madonna doesn't know.

Chapter 11: Things start to crumble around Madonna

Chapter 12: It's all too much for Madonna

Chapter 1 3: Santiago’s true colors come out

Chapter 14: Jonah tries to show the truth

Chapter 15: madonna begins to learn her power

Chapter 16: Frankie and Ben reflect

Chapter 17: Ben shows his true colors

Chapter 18: Iris makes her stand

Chapter 19:

Chapter 20:

Bonus Content

not necessary for the series. Pieces in the main list are suggested as they add depth and sometimes small plot points.

"Can you peel my orange?" Jonah smut

Jonah Hanson character ai

ROF characters Star signs

Jonah x non-Madonna reader x Marcus flashback commission

Art

By @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

By @survivingandenduring

Lil comic by @my-secret-shame

As I said, a lot of themes and dynamics ended up accidentally similarly to Watch Your Step by the amazing @charnelhouse Some was because that fic is what developed my characterizations of the boys. Some was totally incidental, like Pope and readers relation to art. It's different though, a much different series, but I wanted to tell y'all that she s PUBLISHING WYS AS A NOVEL NOW, Its called Cardinal Sin's and I'll link it right here!

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Please remember to reblog, and I love comments/asks, anon or not, and would love to see engagement and theories!

[flightlessangelwings]

You Should See the Other Guy

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

Word count- 2.2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* 

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

“Could you come here?” your voice added.

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

“What….?”

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

“Baby…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey babes, I…” Frankie started.

“It’s ok, Frankie,” you cut him off.

“We know,” Benny added.

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

[ghostofaboy]

Something A Little New

Pairing: Frankie Morales/Benny Miller Rating: Explicit Word count: 1754

Warnings: Bondage, masturbation, edging, orgasm control

Summary: Benny wants to try something a little new with Frankie, and Frankie is more than happy to agree.

Note: This has not been beta read so apologies for any mistakes. This was a request from @waywaychuck as part of my 100 Follower Celebration.

Eying the scene before him, Frankie couldn’t help feeling a little nervous. When Benny had called and invited him over, the younger man had claimed he had something fun and new he wanted to try. Never one to shy away from experimentation, Frankie had driven to Benny’s place expecting the less experienced man to explain he wanted to try something a little kinky, but ultimately something Frankie had done before. This was a surprise.

Guided into the bedroom by Benny, Frankie was greeted with the plush chair that usually dominated the corner of Benny’s bedroom, with very noticeable leather straps attached to it. This was new. The large black seat had been pulled out of the corner to the foot of Benny’s bed, on which were an array of toys and lube. So this was the fun new thing Benny wanted to try.

Frankie could feel Benny behind him, the younger man gently kissing the back of his neck as his large hands reached around to unfasten Frankie’s jeans. Leaning back, Frankie let Benny’s hands wander as his t-shirt was pulled up and off quickly while Benny’s lips danced across his skin. Frankie could feel his cock stirring to life as it was freed from its confines, but otherwise left untouched as Benny busied himself undressing Frankie fully.

“So you want me on the chair?” Frankie said finally as Benny’s mouth found his neck once more, the younger man’s hard length pressing into Frankie’s ass.

“Hmmm.” Benny circled Frankie’s nipples with his fingers before pulling his mouth away from nibbling at the pilot’s skin. “Yeah, I want to try somethin’. Is it ok? I mean, I wanna tie you up and play with you. Is that ok?”

“Fuck.” Frankie laughed out. “Why so shy suddenly? Of course, it’s fucking ok.”

“I just don’t want you to do anythin��� you don’t wanna.” Benny spun Frankie round to face him, searching his face for any signs of doubt. “At any point, you say the word, and I’ll let you up, ok?”

“I know.” Frankie leaned in to claim Benny’s mouth, easing his tongue in to nudge against the other man’s. Benny wrapped his arms around Frankie, grabbing his ass and pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.

Frankie’s skin tingled as Benny plundered his mouth greedily before the younger man pulled away gasping for breath.

“Fuck. Ok, I gotta get you on that chair before this goes too far.” Benny smirked, maneuvering Frankie around and shoving him down onto the chair. “I got plans, and they don’t involve you comin’ just yet.”

Frankie gave Benny his best shit eating grin as the bindings were wrapped around his wrists to strap them down to the arms of the chair. Two more larger straps were brought up under Frankie’s thighs to pull them up and apart, also securing them to the armrests. Benny’s strong hands grabbed Frankie’s ass to position it at the edge of the seat, leaving the pilot spread open for his lover with his asshole, balls and cock in full view. 

Once he was satisfied, Benny sat back on his heels and raked his eyes over Frankie’s naked body. The obvious bulge in his jeans was freed for Frankie to appreciate as Benny quickly and efficiently pulled his clothes off before leaning over to the toys and lube on the foot of the bed.

Picking up a cock ring, Benny ran a hand tenderly over Frankie’s thigh before fixing the ring at the base of Frankie’s straining length. Flicking his eyes up to check on his lover, Benny then pumped some lube into his hand and began to slowly stroke Frankie’s erection. Frankie couldn’t stop himself, letting out a quiet moan as Benny’s sensual strokes sent spikes of lightning through his body.

“That good?” Benny chuckled as Frankie let his head drop back to give a throaty growl, reaching out with his free hand to roll Frankie’s balls. “Yeah? Yeah, it looks like it. You look so fuckin’ good right now. Love you spread out for me. So fuckin’ sexy.”

“You gonna fuck me like this?” Frankie panted out as Benny continued to play with his cock and balls. 

“Yeah.” Benny started to pump Frankie’s cock faster. “Later. Want to do this first. Let me know when you’re gettin’ close.”

Frankie nodded, pinching his eyes shut and surrendering to his lover’s touch. The hot tension inside him was building quickly despite the cock ring, and Frankie opened one eye to watch beads of precum rolling down his shaft to mix with the lube.

“Fuck.” Frankie gasped, closing both eyes again. “I’m gonna, I’m…”

Benny’s hand vanished, and Frankie’s eyes shot opened at the sudden lack of friction and warmth. Met with the grinning face of his younger lover as his orgasm ebbed away, Frankie gave another growl. 

“This is what you wanted to do?” He shifted his ass to make his cock sway back and forth, watching as Benny unconsciously licked his lips. “Fuckin’ edge me?”

“Tie you up and edge you.” Benny corrected with a smirk as he slowly, tenderly, began to pump Frankie once more. “You know the drill. Tell me when you’re gettin’ close.”

“What if I don’t?” Frankie pouted, a small part of him mad at the ruined climax, even as the rest of him vibrated with excitement for Benny’s plan.

“Well, then you’ll come.” Benny sighed, running his thumb thoughtfully over the leaking tip of Frankie’s cock. “But then I’ll have to untie you as punishment and you’ll miss out on the rest of the fun. I guess we could watch a movie or-”

“Hijo de puta.” Frankie grumbled, thrusting up as best he could into Benny’s fist. “Fine.”

Benny just laughed and continued his ministrations. He knew exactly how to touch Frankie, exactly how to get the result he wanted, and exactly when to stop without Frankie needing to say a word. Twice more, Benny pumped and tugged Frankie to the edge, before he would stop and wait patiently, then begin the cycle again. Frankie was almost convinced that this went on for well over an hour, although glancing at the clock on Benny’s wall revealed that only half as much time had passed. 

Frankie was desperate to come, his head foggy with the heightened arousal, while his body fizzed with the now ever present fire coursing through him. He had now taken to pleading with Benny as his cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat. Straining at the restraints, even Frankie was shocked at the filth and promises pouring from his own mouth.

“Please fuck me.” He began to beg again, pushing his ass towards Benny. “Fuckin’ use my ass. Do what you want with it. You wanna it rough? I can take it. Fuckin’ ruin my pussy. Please, fuck Benny, I need to… por favor… fuckin’ use me.”

“Don’t worry, I will.” Benny took his hands from Frankie’s dick once more, chuckling softly as Frankie threw his head back with a long whine. “This isn’t meant to be torture, baby. I promise, the pay-off is gonna be so fuckin’ good.”

“You’re tryin’ to kill me.” Frankie scowled, bucking his hip to fuck the air, now desperate to alleviate his burning hot erection. 

“Ok, ok.” Benny reached out, carefully taking the cock ring off Frankie. “I’ll let you come now. Never let it be said that I am not a merciful fucker.”

Benny's thick fingers wrapped around Frankie's tender shaft, while his other hand gently cupped his balls. Then, slowly, Benny began to move. As always he started almost lazily, stroking down Frankie's cock before returning to the tip where Benny would add a slight twist across the sensitive head before repeating the process. The whole time, Frankie's balls were in his other hand, being softly fondled and palmed to double the sensory onslaught. 

Usually it would take a little while for Benny to pick up the pace, but Frankie was thankful that after only a few sensual strokes, Benny shifted to quicker pumping. All Frankie's muscles and nerves simultaneously screamed and sang as the building pleasure inside him once more took over. 

The room began to get fuzzier as Frankie's vision blurred. Moans, gasps and growls fell freely from his lips alongside incomplete sentences in English and Spanish. Pulling the restraints taut, Frankie arched his back while Benny frenetically pumped his length. 

Then with a tremble and a loud groan, Frankie came. Tumbling over the edge of his climax, Frankie could feel himself shaking as the intense orgasm hit. Pinching his eyes shut, Frankie was aware of too much and not enough all at once. As he emptied himself over Benny's hand, Frankie could only see stars and feel the shockwaves flowing through his body.

Slumping back into the chair, all Frankie could do was ride the high, as tiny aftershocks made his thighs shake, until finally the ebbed away. Panting, Frankie slowly opened his eyes, shocked at the intensity knowing that usually, it took prostate stimulation for him to come that hard. After a few seconds, the world came back into focus and Frankie was met with the sight of Benny casually licking come off his fingers with a massive grin on his face. 

“Welcome back.” Benny started to unfasten the straps holding Frankie down, checking his wrists and thighs after removing each one. “You good? What color we at?”

“Fucking best green ever.” Frankie grinned, unable to move as his lover pulled him up into a more upright position. “Fuck, that was intense.”

“Yeah.” Benny laughed, giving Frankie a peck on the lips. “Now… you wanna nap or are good to keep going. This dick isn’t gonna suck itself.”

Frankie’s eyes drifted down to Benny’s leaking cock, and immediately another surge of arousal hit him. Licking his lips, Frankie looked back up into the big blue eyes of his boyfriend and grinned. 

“Let me have some water, then you can tie me back up.” Frankie chuckled as Benny practically tripped over his feet as he scrambled out of the bedroom towards the kitchen. As the other man reappeared, bottle of water in hand, Frankie reached out to take it. Taking a big mouthful, Frankie was suddenly struck with an idea.

“Hey, you think if you put me back how I was, you’d be able to fuck my mouth?” Frankie asked casually, taking another long drink from the bottle. Benny’s eyebrows shot up as the smile on his face grew.

“Only one way to find out.”

[pimosworld]

The story of us chapter 5

Triple frontier boys x f!reader

Summary- Set before you and the boys are officially together and how you came to be.

Chapter summary- Frankie takes you flying and your relationship to new heights.

CW- 18+,MDNI, to avoid spoilers I will be posting a link for warnings. Link

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Notes- See story Masterlist for full chapter notes. This chapter was so fun to write, my first time writing a solo Frankie. He starts off shy but quickly gains his confidence.

Not beta read

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Chapter V Flying without Falling

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11:54 pm

  Frankie can’t sleep as he lies awake staring at the ceiling fan. Every creak and noise the house makes has him on edge. He shouldn’t care this much but it’s starting to get under his skin and root itself deep somewhere he dare not explore. Before he can fully run away with his intrusive thoughts he hears the front door open and close. He breathes a sigh of relief knowing Benny actually came home after your date. 

  Maybe Santi was right,he shouldn’t be this jealous of his best friends going on a date. But jealousy doesn’t seem like the right word either, he wants to be included, he couldn’t possibly go on as a spectator if you decided to have a relationship. It’s entirely too late for all these thoughts and he’s getting way ahead of himself.

  He would call you normally when his thoughts ran wild. Why would now be any different? The only difference now is that he knows you’ll pick up. Over the last several months that certainly wasn’t the case. Before he can second guess himself he picks up his phone and calls you. 

  ****

You’re seated on your couch staring at the blank screen of the tv replaying the night in your head. You really should go wash your face and get some sleep but you can’t stop thinking about that kiss. You can’t stop thinking about everything he did for you. The feeling was so alien being treated as if you were a Disney princess. Ben was always sweet but this was a side of him you’ve never seen. You could definitely get used to it. 

  Incoming call Francisco

  “Hey Frankie, is everything okay?” Your voice is laced with concern at this late hour he’s calling.

  “Ugh…ya I’m sorry I called so late.” I just wanted to hear your voice. “I just needed to talk to you about something.”

  “Okay.” At midnight? You wait patiently for his response. 

  “So how was your date?” Jesus Francisco you just couldn’t help yourself. He thinks you're silent for a little too long, maybe he can just hang up and pretend this never happened.

  “It was really nice actually, but is that why you called?” You don’t want to give too many details, it just seems odd to talk about with him right now. 

  “No…I guess I should just spit it out. I got my license back and I start in a few days but I’m nervous.” He has to hold the phone away from his ear before he goes deaf at your excited squeal. 

  “Frankie, that's amazing, how come you didn’t tell us yesterday?” You can hear indistinct rustling on the other end. 

  “I didn’t think it was appropriate with everything going on…last night didn’t exactly scream tell everyone your good news.”

  “That’s sweet of you but I would’ve genuinely been excited with all the drama that went on. Life doesn’t revolve around me and my shitty dating life.” It kind of pains you that he put off such a happy announcement to not take attention off you. You know how hard he’s been working to get his license back and this means everything to him. Losing his license was like stripping his identity from him.

  “Listen hermosa, I know it’s last minute but I remember you saying you have tomorrow off…would you be willing to be my first passenger. I don’t want to be rusty in front of the clients on my first day.” He knows you know he’s full of shit. He is the most competent pilot and there’s no way he’s rusty. You’ve seen him in the deadliest situations somehow be cool, calm and collected. 

  “Of course Frankie, I would love to.” You’re certain he doesn’t need any practice but you decide to play along, it’s adorable when he’s nervous. 

  “Meet me at our house around noon and I’ll drive us to the site.” 

  “That sounds like a plan…you should get some sleep if you’re gonna be flying us safely tomorrow.” A little teasing goes a long way with him and you just can’t help yourself. 

  “Very funny, I’ll see you tomorrow Honey good night.” 

  “Goodnight Francisco.” 

  Sleep would not come easily for either of you that night. 

  ****

  Frankie’s not sure how much sleep he got last night, tossing and turning thinking about you. Trying not to think about how his life ended up the way it did. It was hard not to be in his head about his setbacks and inadequacies. He’s a grown man living with his two best friends. He should be able to afford a place on his own and be more independent, but he managed to fuck that up with this coke charge and losing his license.

  He really needed to relax and not let his thoughts run away with him. It wouldn’t be any help today. 

  He rolls out of bed suddenly more aware of every ache and pain in his body, it’s hard to say when he noticed himself getting older. He’s been ready for some time to settle down but had all but given up on finding something worthwhile.

  He pads down the hallway already hearing  the clanking of dishes and the strong smell of coffee.

He enters the kitchen to see the two fit shirtless blondes, one more thing to be insecure about. 

   “Mornin’ Fish.” Will looks up at him from his seat at the table. Frankie gives him a half smile as he slides into the seat across from him. 

  “Rough night?” You could say that 

  “Ya, didn’t sleep much. I was up worried about today.” 

  “What’s happening today?” Benny joins at the table sliding a cup of coffee to him. He scrubs a hand behind his neck deciding what approach to take with the news. 

  “Well I’m flying today. I got my license back.” Will looks up from his phone wide eyed as Benny jumps up nearly knocking the table over.

  “Holy shit man that’s amazing, why didn’t you say anything?” 

  “I was afraid it might not happen so I wanted to wait…I found out Friday and ugh Saturday didn’t seem like the right time to mention it.” Ben and Will exchange glances, neither of them needing to say why.

  “So you start today,what’s your schedule like?” Will stands from the table to refill his coffee.

  “No…I start tomorrow. I’m taking Honey up today to practice.” Lies 

  “Bullshit.” Ben leans back in his chair crossing his arms as Will tries to contain his laughter. Frankie mimics Ben's posture as he stares him down. 

  “You and I both know you don’t need practice.I do have to admit though, a helicopter is a nice move.”

  Frankie relaxes a little at the teasing Ben gives him. The younger man is obviously not bothered by it, he almost seems happy for him. 

  “We’ll Benjamin we can’t all have rock hard abs, some of us have to pull out other means of flattery.” 

  “Well Fish I’m happy for you and I hope you enjoy your date.” There’s no tone of sarcasm or anything to suggest that he’s lying.

  Will stands there in awe and shock at the absurdity of it all. How could they possibly be this chill about dating the same woman let alone you?

  “Speaking of dates, how was yours?” He raises an eyebrow at him playfully. 

  “I know you’ve been dying to ask. It was great, we saw a movie and went to the diner for burgers and shakes and then I dropped her off at home.” He’s not sure if he should include the last part. The conversations have been going well so far. 

  “What a modern day romance and you even had her home by curfew.” Ben flips him off as he stands from the table. 

  “I was gonna let you off easy but since you want to tease, I did get a good night kiss.” Will grabs his chest in fake shock. 

  “Good for you bud.” Frankie pays him on the shoulder as he stands. He can’t help but grin thinking about what he heard when you were in the shower. A sudden burst of confidence flows through his veins. 

  “As much as I’d love to watch this sad pissing contest, we need to get to the gym Ben.” 

  “Alright coach.” He pulls Frankie into a hug before heading down the hallway. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He calls out from over his shoulder. 

  Will just rolls his eyes as Frankie retreats back to his room on the opposite end of the house. 

  Maybe this could work out after all. 

  ****

  Here you are again, tossing clothes about your room undecided on what to wear. This is supposed to be a casual day with Frankie and you can’t seem to get your head on straight. Let’s not add to the fact that you can’t be late. 

  It’s a beautiful sunny day in Florida so you decide to throw on some jean shorts, your army tank top and some black slip on vans. There’s no time to overthink this as you run out to the door to head to their house. You left yourself enough time to stop and grab something for Frankie, you were technically celebrating getting his license back and you wanted to surprise him.

  You pull up to the pristine suburban home they all share, you know Will had every attention to detail to keep the Miller family home in great condition. You have a slight panic when you see that Ben's truck is still in the driveway, you weren’t quite ready to confront what it is you were doing. To be honest you weren’t entirely sure if you knew yourself. 

  Frankie sees you pull up, he’s been pacing around the living room unable to relax. The excited nervous energy coursing through his veins at the thought of flying again and seeing you. 

  You can see Frankie leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed, he has a well fitted black shirt and blue jeans with his signature cap on. He’s just smiling at you as you make your way up the path to their house. 

  “I’m not that late am I?” You’re swinging the small gift bag back and forth on your finger as you hold it out to him. 

  “No but I saw you pull up and got excited.” He’s practically beaming at you. The happiest you’ve seen him in a long time. “I hope whatever’s in that bag is not for me.”

  “You’ll just have to open it and find out.” He grabs the bag from you slowly peeking inside, a medium size black box reveals some brand new aviator sunglasses. 

  “You didn’t have to do this.” You can hear the slight quiver in his voice and you’re so happy with your choice. 

  “I’m getting a free tour in the sky, it’s the least I could do.” He pulls you into a tight hug and you inhale his fresh woodsy scent, you recognize it as the body wash you bought him because you insisted he stop using the 3in1 crap that Ben used. 

  You’re standing in the doorway, neither of you wanting to break the hug, you lightly scratch your nails as you rub his back and a low growl emits from his chest on your cheek. 

  “We need to go before I change my mind.” He grabs your hand and places a kiss on your fingers before turning around to lock up. 

  Ben must not be home, thankfully you can deal with that later and just enjoy your afternoon with the old Frankie who seems to be making an appearance. 

  Frankie jogs ahead of you when you head towards his truck to open the door, he already has his sunglasses on and you curse under your breath a little at the sight. You’ve inadvertently made this day even harder for yourself now that you have to try not to ogle him, but the way his muscles flex in his shirt and the way his jeans are fitting you find your resolve breaking little by little. 

  You hop in the front seat and just before he closes the door he stops and stares at you. “I forgot to tell you how good you look today.” Fuck you’re not gonna make it. 

  The ride to the airfield is mostly spent in comfortable silence as you both trade glances at each other, it was so easy with him to just be. No expectations or insecurities. You often wondered how women didn’t realize what a catch he was, you’re glad in this moment no one has stuck around long enough to see what a massive failure it was to let this man go. 

  ****

  You were making it so hard for him to focus as you made your way to the chopper he was using for the day. The army tank top and short shorts doing nothing to hide your curves. 

  He could tell you were carrying yourself differently than the other day. A part of him was grateful for your date with Benny that seemed to bring some peace to your otherwise chaotic weekend. 

  A helicopter used to bring the sight of hell for the both of you, going on missions unsure if you would make it out alive, but now the way you turn and smile at him, practically bouncing with excited energy he thinks it may be heaven. 

  “We’ll see if I remember how to fly one of these.” You can almost see the faint wink behind his aviators as he holds the door open for you and you climb into the comfy leather seat. He buckles you in tugging on the straps to make sure they’re secure. He’s desperately trying to keep this as professional as possible but he sees the way you’re looking at him and he just wants to lean in and kiss you. He tears himself away closing the door behind him before he loses all form of concentration. 

  You wanted him too, and he almost did but you know he needs to focus. Even though he’s flown much larger aircrafts than this countless times, he still doesn’t want to jeopardize his second chance at life. And if you’re correct about your assumption there would be plenty of time for that. 

  “You know I have strapped myself in a few times.” He’s focused on the task at hand but you can see him smirking as he flips to switches and waits for the all clear to take off. 

  “I know you have hermosa but I’m supposed to be practicing so just pretend you’re a passenger. 

  What is it with these boys and pretending? You’ll play along since it worked out in your benefit the last time.

  He hands you a headset before doing a final once over and you can feel that familiar drop in your stomach as you lift up. The thrum of the blades all you can hear at the moment. He always made it look so easy and he’s all but confirmed how little practice he actually needed. 

  Something about finally being in the sky again has his confidence soaring. He can feel it in his bones, the man he used to be trying to make an appearance. He’s trying to focus but he can’t stop looking at the way you smile when you see something you like. He misses seeing you like this, happy to be in the air. Although he doesn’t miss the reasons why you used to be in a helicopter.

  You’re trying to take in the sights, but you can’t help but stare at Frankie. The way he’s controlling this massive machine with ease. You can see it in the way he relaxes. His shoulders seem less tense. That smile you loved so much has returned without the slight underlying sadness. It’s intoxicating seeing him like this.

  “I missed seeing you in that seat next to me.” He glances over in enough time to notice you smile to yourself.

  You fly for a while just taking in the sight below, this was a version of your city you’ve never seen before and it’s truly mesmerizing. It breaks your heart knowing what he had to go through to get back to this place. Everyone has dealt with their demons in their own way. His demons almost took the most important things in his life away from him. 

  He doesn’t think he’s been this happy flying, seeing your face light up when you spot something you recognize or the fact that you so willingly agreed to come with him and make this day as special as possible. 

  “You’re pretty good with your hands Mr. Morales.” He raises an eyebrow at you wondering if the altitude has gone to your head. He needs to be safely on the ground if you’re going to call him that again.

  “I’m a pretend passenger, remember.”

  “My real passenger is an 80 year old man, I hope he doesn’t comment on how good I am with my hands.” You snort into the headset before erupting into full blown laughter and there it is again, that laugh that would bring any man to his knees.

  “You mean to tell me you’ve never flirted with a passenger?” He glances at you nervously playing with your straps over your chest as you look out below.

  “There was one time.” 

  “Well I hope it ended well for you.” You can see you’re almost back to the airfield and your heart drops a little at the day coming to an end.

  Let’s hope it does end well for me. 

  ****

  “So,what are your plans for the rest of the day?” He didn’t want to assume as he awaits your answer, suddenly so focused on the road as you make your way back to their house. 

  “I don’t have anything planned, I wasn’t sure if you had things you needed to take care of for tomorrow?” He looks a little confused and you can’t help but laugh at the deep crease in his brow. 

  “You know your first day back at work.” 

  “Oh, everything is all squared away. Although I was hoping you might want to stay a little while, I can make us lunch.” He sounds a little timid again but when you grab his hand not placed on the steering wheel and kiss his palm all his worries are washed away. 

  “I would say these hands have done enough today but I would be stupid if I said no to anything you cook.” He has other plans for you and his hands but he needs to focus on one thing at a time first lunch. 

  He already had a full plan for lunch that would’ve turned into Will and Bennys dinner if you decided not to stay. The conversation flowed easy as you both enjoyed grilled shrimp tacos and homemade ceviche. You hadn’t spent this much time together in months, it seemed you had a lot to catch up on. 

  You both confided in each other, it was so easy to talk about life and issues without being judged. The more Mike pulled you away left a gaping hole in both of your lives. You couldn’t possibly go back to that again. 

  Frankie’s washing the dishes, your plates having been completely cleared and has to stop what he’s doing at the sound of your obscenely loud yawn. He can’t help but laugh at your wide eyed expression, you obviously just as surprised by it as he was. 

  “I’m sorry, I’m just so content after that meal and honestly I got no sleep last night.” He dries his hands and makes his way over to you seated at the kitchen island. A mischievous glint in his eye. 

  “I have a bizarre request and you can say no if you want to. Seeing as though we both got zero sleep last night, do you want to take a nap?”

  “Yes!” You groan internally at your enthusiastic response. 

  He had a surge of confidence at your response as he got impossibly closer, stepping between your legs as he rubbed his hands up and down your thighs in a soothing motion. He leans in and you close your eyes bracing yourself for a kiss when you suddenly feel his lips brush your ear. 

  “Bed or couch?” You’re not certain you can breathe with the way his voice drops to a low register. His hands are like fire on your exposed thighs so close to where you want him to touch you. 

  “Couch?” It comes out in a breathy whisper as you attempt to clear your throat. “I think the couch is safer.” 

  He hasn’t so much as moved an inch and with his close proximity you’re afraid he can hear your heart beating out of your chest. 

  “Couch it is, but I’m not sure if it’s safer.” He takes your hand and guides you off the stool and it feels like you’re floating as you make your way to the living room. He sits in the corner, defaulting to his favorite spot despite having a choice of anywhere. He practically pulls you down with him as you settle in facing him with your head resting on his extended arm. Many a movie night you’ve fallen asleep in this exact position, but this feels different. 

  He pulls the blanket off the back of the couch to cover you as sleep already threatens to claim you. The sound of his steady heartbeat and the smell that you could only describe as him lulling you to sleep. 

  He doesn’t even think you realize you’re rubbing his back as you muzzle deeper into his chest, the feeling so domestic it makes his chest hurt a little. It’s like a knot that’s formed over time trying to loosen itself the further into sleep he goes. He only remembers the smell of your shampoo and your slow breaths before exhaustion takes him under. 

  ****

  The house is quiet…so quiet that he knows Ben and Will definitely aren’t home yet. The sun is still up but casting the orange hue that tells him it’s late in the afternoon. He doesn’t want to move too much because you’re still sleeping so peacefully. He is aware however that you have moved in your sleep, draping your leg over him like he’s a human body pillow. 

  Perhaps it’s a wicked Pavlovian response that his body betrays him in the moment as you're pinned against him. He’s growing harder in his jeans and every attempt to move you only causes you to stir further, involuntarily grinding your hips into him in a steady slow motion. 

  You’re having that dream again but this time it feels so real, too real as you feel the hard press of Frankie’s cock against your core. This time when you wake it’s not like a bucket of cold water being thrown on you. It’s softer, more intentional. 

  “Honey….honey?” It’s a little disorienting, but you can still smell him and see the light coming through the windows. You must not have slept for very long. You can feel his thumb tracing lines across your cheek and slowly register him saying your name. The sensation you were feeling in your dream hasn’t dissipated and you don’t dare look down as your haze begins to lift. 

  “I think you were having a dream.” His sleepy voice barely above a whisper. “You kept saying my name.” It seems you’re both in a predicament, him more so than you since he’s not actually in your head and you can feel evidently what’s pressed against you. 

  You hope maybe a change in subject will make him drop it or at the very least get the hint. It didn’t seem like the appropriate time to tell him that you can’t stop having sex dreams about your best friends. 

  “You know…you didn’t seem like you needed any practice today.” You shift on the couch to look up at him.

  “Maybe I told a little white lie.” He’s staring at you, a question hanging in the air of do you want this? He hasn’t moved his hand from your face as he slowly tilts it up further and leans in for a tender kiss. He’s been waiting all day, resisting the urge to kiss you the moment he opened his gift. 

  He’s waiting for you to pull away or say you don’t want this but that moment never comes as the soft kiss turns into a fight to get impossibly closer. His patience wore thin at the way you were saying his name in your sleep. Your hands are in his hair as he deepens this kiss, both of you trading moans in between breathing. He grips the thigh that’s slung over his hip as he pins you beneath him, the heavy comfortable weight of him grinding you into the couch. 

  You hate your brain for making you aware of your dry humping session being in the shared residence of the man you were also dating?

  “Wait…wait, I have a confession.” He stops suddenly hoping he hadn’t totally fucked this up by going to far. The moment feels like an eternity as he lets you catch your breath. 

  “I kissed Benny.” You’re bracing yourself for the moment he rolls off you and asks you to leave but he drops his head to your shoulder as he chuckles in your ear. 

  “Well just consider it even, since I’ve kissed Benny too.” Oh now he wants to make jokes. 

  “Yes I’m aware but it wasn’t less than 24 hours ago.” He raises an eyebrow at you and you silently curse yourself for assuming. “Unless it was…”

  “I’m just kidding, I had to mess with you a little.” You swat his chest playfully and breathe a sigh of relief. “Let’s just say Benny and I have come to a friendly agreement. 

  You’re not entirely sure what that means but you couldn’t care less as long as they know what’s going on even if you didn’t. 

  You try to pull him towards you again but he braces his right arm beside your head to stay upright, his left hand not having left your thigh throughout the interaction. 

  “I suppose if we’re being honest…I have a confession.” His tongue peeks out on his bottom lip as he mulls over how to approach, he has no idea how tempting it looks. 

  “I was going to wake you up yesterday but you were already in the shower.” Your throat is suddenly dry and your shoulders tense. “ I thought you were crying so I hesitated and then…I heard you say my name.” 

  There was no playing this off, not like your dream where he knew you were sleeping. This was perhaps the most mortified you’ve ever been. You wish you were anywhere but pinned under his literal and figurative gaze. 

  “I can explain.” No you can’t 

  “Tell me.” You try to move out from underneath him but he doesn’t budge. 

  “Frankie this isn’t fair.” 

  “No hermosa, you know what’s not fair.” His hand is slowly making its way up your thigh and your breathing is ragged. 

  “You had to take care of yourself when the hands you wanted to touch you were just on the other side of the door.” You don’t know when you lost control of the situation but here you are, stuck under him. He’s waiting for you to tell him to stop but your body has other plans and your lips won’t move.

  “Now tell me.” It’s not a question and this side of him has you faltering. 

  “Tell you what?” He leans down to kiss your lips but pulls away just as fast. 

  “What you were doing when you said my name.” He can’t be serious

  He’s searching your eyes for any sign you want this to stop but all he finds are your lust blown pupils. He decides upon seeing your excitement to try a different approach. 

  “Show me.” He waits to see if he made the right choice and you slowly move your hand from around his neck. No one has ever made you this nervous and excited at the same time. His confidence awakened something in you that you didn’t know existed. You slowly start to unbutton your shorts, never breaking eye contact. You can see his chest rising and falling, his resolve breaking a little spurring you on. 

  You dip your hand under the waistband of your lace panties, thanking yourself for being a little too optimistic about where the afternoon might lead. His eyes trail down your front as he battles with watching your face and watching where your hand has disappeared. He shifts to the side to give you room as you  slowly circle your clit with your middle finger. A small whimper escapes your lips and any embarrassment has been replaced with chasing this high. 

  You drag your finger through your slit as you dip a finger in trying to reach that spot at this awkward angle, you whine in frustration because your fingers aren’t enough with the way he’s been subtly working you up all afternoon. 

  He grabs your wrist and gently pulls your hand out of your shorts, you're wrapped in his every movement as he brings your fingers to his mouth to lick and suck every last drop from them. 

  “Let me show you.” His hands seem so much larger than yours as they make their way down your breast and across your abdomen, his trail painstakingly slow but you wouldn’t dare rush this moment. 

  He dips his hand into your shorts, dragging his fingers across your soft lace panties. “Frankie please…” You're hanging on by a thread and you need him to stop teasing you. 

  “You’re so sensitive, I’ve barely touched you.” You’re having deja because he’s said that before…or was that your dream. He dips one finger into your entrance as you arch your back. It’s too much and not enough as if he senses your frustration he plunges a second finger in slowly pumping in and out. 

  You drop your head onto the pillow as you softly moan his name. You can feel his cock grinding into your hip as he picks up the pace. He swallows your moans with his lips on yours. His name has never sounded sweeter than it does now as you chant his name. You’re ratcheted too tight as you feel the coil build, his fingers press down on the soft bundle of nerves and your toes curl in a blinding orgasm. You’re not sure when you gripped his hair like a lifeline as you slowly untangle your fingers while you come down from your high. 

  “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the way you said my name.” He’s placing soft kisses on your neck as he removes his hand, you’re suddenly feeling a little bold as you can feel how patient he was being. You palm his bulge through his jeans and he bucks his hip, groaning your name. 

  The sound of car doors slamming have you both looking at each other wide eyed. He grabs your hand and places it around his waist. “I need you to pretend to be asleep.” You open your mouth to speak but he shushes you with a kiss as he flings the blanket back over you both. Your pants are still unbuckled and he’s still very hard but right now as the keys jingle in the door you figure you can deal with it later. 

  The front door opens and you bury your face into his chest to hide your laughter at having to pretend once again. Ben’s yelling about something per usual as you hear Will shush him. 

  “Awww they look so peaceful.” You can feel Frankie squeeze your hip and it’s taking everything to calm your breathing. His chest is rising and falling steadily as he squeaks out a fake snore. He may seem peaceful but you can feel his rapid heartbeat against your cheek. 

  You hear footsteps getting further away and voices trailing as they make their way to the kitchen. Frankie can hear the fridge open and close and the sound of the water in the sink running. 

  “Can you button your shorts without moving too much?” He whispers into your temple. You nod your head as you slowly move your hand down to button them again, you try your best to avoid his problem that seems to be less obvious. When you’re finally decent you sit up peeking over the back of the couch. You signal for him to sit up and he hears footsteps approaching. He raises his arms above his head dramatically, stretching as you do your best-I just woke up eyes. It’s all ridiculously hilarious 

  “Good evening sleepyheads.” Ben plops down next to you on the couch and you sit up fully now in the middle of both men. 

  “Do you ugh…want some water?” Frankie’s standing to stretch now, his little belly exposed as his shirt lifts and you notice he’s still got a slight bulge but nothing that couldn’t be explained by how close you were sleeping. 

  “Yes please.” Your voice is a little hoarse from your nap or moaning Frankie’s name for too long. 

  He leaves you two on the couch and heads to the kitchen as Benny pulls you into his side and places a kiss on your temple. This has to be a record for times getting deja vu in one day. 

  “How was your date?” So they must’ve come to an agreement like Frankie said because he just called it a date without any malice in his tone. Just genuine curiosity and care. 

  “It was great actually.” Frankie returns with your water and sits back down next to you on the opposite side. He doesn’t seem bothered at all by you cuddling up with Ben and it’s bizarre territory you’re wading into. 

  “Well I hope you showed our girl a good time.” You’re sputtering your water as Frankie hides his amused face behind his hand. Ben is patting your back as Will enters the living room with beers in hand. 

  “Are you okay?” He hands the beers around as he tries to offer you one but you wave him off. 

  “I’m fine…but I really should be going. I have work early tomorrow and I really should get some sleep.” You all stand from the couch unsure of how to say goodbye. 

  Frankie pulls you into a hug and places a kiss on your forehead. “At least you got a nap today.” He winks at you and you pinch his side knowing he can’t make a sound. 

  “Don’t hog her, she was with you all day.” Ben picks you up as you yelp, he couldn’t resist that sound. He carefully sets you down and leans in to kiss your cheek. 

  You turn to see Will in the loveseat sipping his beer with an amused smirk on his face. “I swear to god Will.” He holds his hands up in mock surrender as both men are snickering beside you. 

  “I didn’t say anything sweetheart.” You make your way towards the door to grab your bag off the hook and you can feel all eyes on you. “ I’ll see you Friday to fix that hole in your wall.” 

  “Will…”

  “Don’t argue with him, it'll only make your life harder.” Ben knows his brother all too well so you decide to take his advice and drop it. 

  “Fine, I’ll call you later.”

  “Okay.” They all say in unison and erupt in laughter. 

  As you close the door behind you still hearing the faint sounds of your boys you realize how completely and utterly fucked you truly are.

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[thirstworldproblemss]

Hi!

I was swimming around the FishBen tag on tumblr and saw you recced at least one FishBen fic.... do you happen to have any more? I love them

Hello, nonny!

I love FishBen tooooo!! Sadly, there is not nearly enough Frankie x Benny content out there in the world, but I'm happy to share the (smallish) list of fics I've found for them so far. (Anyone aware of Frankie x Benny content that I've missed, please jump in with recs!! Anon and I will both love you for it!! 😘)

Anyway, on to the...

FishBen Rec List

List Notes:

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Partially cribbed from my prev Frankie x Benny (x reader) ask response

Frankie x Benny (aka. Just the FishBen)

(Why is it that FishBen tends to come almost exclusively either fluffy and/or sexy OR whumpy and full or angst? Who knows, but I love it either way!!)

== Sweet and/or Sexy ==

The Beginning (ao3) by @elvenmother [FxB, get-together fic E, 2.1k, oneshot]

Inside, Upside, & Out by @midnightartemis [FxB, get-together smut, E, 3.7k, complete?]

Put Your Name On It (ao3) by @alwaysbethewest [FxB, sweet & sexy, E, 2.3k, oneshot]

Put Yourself in My Place (ao3) by @alwaysbethewest [FxB, bodyswap smut, E, 3.1k, oneshot]

Right on Cue (ao3) by @alwaysbethewest [pre-FxB, bartender!Frankie, T, 0.4k, oneshot]

Tennessee Whiskey by @mssr-mcknickers [WxS with some FxB, cute Halloween fic, T, 1k, oneshot]

Trou de Cu (ao3) by @alwaysbethewest [FxB, silly & sweet sex shenanigans, E, 0.4k, oneshot]

You Leave a Mark by @alwaysbethewest​  [FxB, secret relationship, M, 0.4k words, oneshot]

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fishben art  by @littledozerdraws (dancing, post-fight, pre-fight?, being cute & sweet) [ART: FxB, cute & sweet!]

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== Angst / Whump ==

*be sure to read the warnings with these; things get pretty dark in some of 'em

Cry a Little by @wyn-n-tonic [FxB, hurt/comfort angst, M, 0.8k, oneshot]

fuckin' tell me by @waywaychuck [sort of pre-FxB, hurt/comfort, 0.9k, oneshot]

slippin' off the rails by @waywaychuck [FxB (implied WxS), whump & hurt/comfort, T, 4k, oneshot]

Though I Be The Last by @kesskirata [some FxB in amongst the team whump, E, 19k, 13ch as of Oct '22]

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Frankie x Benny x Reader

(I know you didn't ask for this, 'nonny, but since pure FishBen is few and far between, I figured I'd add these as well, for you or anyone else who is interested)

A Helping Hand (ao3) by @dameronscopilot [Fx RxB, smutty threesome, E, 2.2k, oneshot]

Baby, how do you sleep when you lie to me?  by @everyhowlmarksthedead [FxR x B, revenge? smut, E, 2,8k, oneshot]

Better Together 'verse by @absurdthirst & @wardenparker [FxRxB, E, 53k, 5 finished oneshots in an ongoing series] Fics: Better Together, Taking Care Together, Waking Up Together, Celebrating Together, Together for Christmas

Flashback (ao3) by @green-socks [FxR xB, pining & fluff, E, 0.9k, oneshot]

Heat Wave (ao3) by @thirstworldproblemss & @astroboots [FxRxB, pining pwp, E, 2.2k oneshot in a larger series]

(hold tight) everything's fine by @raincityruckus [FxR("she")xB, pining smut, E, 5.3k, part of a poly!TF series]

Just us by @ezrasbirdie [FxR xB, plus size!reader, E, 4.5k, oneshot, au in series] 

Made with Love (ao3) by @thristworldproblemss [FxB (w/in FxRxB), silly hurt/comfort fluff, M, 1k, oneshot in a series]

Messy Pile of Affection  (ao3) by @flightlessangelwings [Fx RxB, get-together fic, E, 12k, completed fic in an ongoing series] Series Masterlist

Moonlight 'verse (ao3) by @absurdthirst & @wardenparker [FxRxB, werewolf!Frankie, E, 32k, 2 completed fics in a series] Fics: Moonlight Madness & Full Moon Fury

Not A Competiton (But I'm Winning) (ao3) by @alwaysbethewest [FxRxB, pegging smut, E, 1.2k, oneshot]

No Thinking Over the Weekend by Jazzelsaur (only on ao3) [FxR xB, get-together smut, E, 8.0k, long oneshot]

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That's all I could remember and/or find for now. Sorry it's not bigger list, 'nonny! It's really a shame Frankie x Benny stuff isn't more popular since it's such a fun pairing. Anyway, thanks for the ask, and for giving me a chance to spread the FishBen love!! 💕

🧡 twp

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[alwaysbethewest]

Triple Frontier/Narcos fic: Crossing the Streams

This week is @fleetwoodmactshirt's birthday and I knew I wanted to write her something if I could—it was just a question of what. Frankie Morales making ravioli from scratch? An intimate morning spent with Ezra? Or: this? A deeply self-indulgent (and Fleetwood-indulgent) AU of an AU crossed over with another AU from an entirely different piece of media. It made sense in my head.

This concept is something we've jokingly(?) discussed for years but it always felt too outrageous to actually put to words. Until now. Happy birthday, beloved! I hope this makes you smile.

Title: Crossing the Streams Characters/Pairings: Frankie Morales, Benny Miller, Javier Peña, OFC, Baby Morales, ghost!Reader. Nascent Fishben implied; Javi/OFC implied. Rating: Teen (but maybe Gen) Word count: 1.8k Content/warnings: Crossover of my ghost 'verse and @fleetwoodmactshirt's Javier Peña X-Files AU 🙃 Not really exactly officially a part of the ghost 'verse, but could be considered a spin-off chapter of it maybe. I don't think any particular warnings apply. Reader is a ghost. The OFC listed above is the reader from Fleetwood's AU, and I tried to leave her a blank slate. Javi holds the baby a lot. I fudged the timelines so Javi is older but not as much older as he would be. Unbetaed, so let me know if you spot any mistakes.

You can see the family resemblance immediately. The man standing in the foyer isn’t an exact carbon copy of Francisco, but they could easily be mistaken for brothers. Benny had been the one to answer the door and the visitor is sizing him up, friendly but with a hint of narrow-eyed assessment peeking through. Benny senses it and stands a little straighter, calling over his shoulder, “Fish, they’re here!”

The slap-slap-slap sound of the baby’s hands on the hardwood floor announces her arrival even before she rounds the corner into the hallway, crawling rapidly towards the front door while Francisco ambles behind her. Ben scoops her up before she can reach the threshold, easily hefting her up to his shoulder, while the other men greet each other with a hug.

“Ah, mi sobrino!” Francisco’s uncle gives him an affectionate pat on the cheek. “Te ves bien, Francisco.”

“Hola, tío Javi,” he says with a grin. “Come on in. You met Benny?”

Now that they’re standing side by side you’re able to see the similarities and differences between them. Javier is older by fifteen years or so, his dark hair greying at the temples, slim body still fit but gone a little soft around the middle. He’s cleanshaven but for an attractive, full mustache, and his warm brown eyes are shielded by a pair of glasses with dark, slightly rounded plastic frames.

Javier nods. “I haven’t met this one yet, though,” he says, reaching for Francisco’s daughter. She goes to him without hesitation and he has to catch her chubby hands in his before she can drag his glasses down his nose. He pulls a face at her and she giggles.

“And is your…” Francisco pauses, as if searching for the right word. “Partner outside?”

Javi glances out the open door. “She’s getting some equipment out of the trunk. Listen,” he says, lowering his voice a little, “she takes this stuff seriously and she can be a little—excitable, about it. Take it easy on her, okay?”

This stuff, as it turns out, is investigating the world of the paranormal.

After Francisco’s mom had heard about Santiago’s suspicion that the house was haunted, she’d been the one to suggest he invite tío Javier and his… partner, for a visit. (You understand the hesitation before “partner” as soon as you see her; the energy flowing between them is lit up with something far brighter than a pair of regular, platonic co-workers would ever have. And even someone without your vision might notice the way it takes her a moment to recover from the sight of him with the baby in his arms, or how his hand hovers over the small of her back as they make their way down the hall.)

Francisco leads them into the kitchen, where he sets a pot of coffee brewing.

“You can set her down if you want,” he tells Javi, nodding to the baby’s high chair.

“That’s alright,” he says, taking a seat and easily shifting her into the crook of his arm. He crosses his legs so she’s half in his lap and bounces his thigh, just lightly, offering up his free hand for her to pull and pinch and bite at as she likes to keep her entertained.

His partner is watching from the doorway and you observe with interest how her breathing goes almost imperceptibly unsteady before she gathers herself again.

“So which of you saw the ghost?” she asks Francisco and Benny.

Ben’s eyes shift to the corner where you’re perched on the kitchen counter, but Francisco is already answering for the both of them. “Neither of us,” he tells her. “Our friend Santiago is the one who thinks he saw something.”

She’s taking notes in a pocket-sized notebook.

“And what was it that Santiago saw?”

“Socks,” he says, in a tone that indicates he thinks this is just as silly as it sounds.

“Socks,” she echoes, tilting her head inquisitively.

“Floating in the air.” He makes a vague, floaty gesture with one hand while pouring the coffee with the other.

Tío Javi’s partner finally takes a seat at the table, so she’s not stuck juggling her coffee cup and the notebook. The baby leans towards her, curious, and she gives her a polite smile. “Hello.” Then, struck by a thought, she looks to Francisco again.

“Has the baby seen the ghost?” she asks.

Benny’s eyes widen. Francisco just chuckles. “Not that she’s mentioned,” he says dryly. “Look, I don’t want to be wasting your time. You should know that—I’m not suggesting Santi’s making it up or anything but—the guy’s had more than one concussion before. You know what I’m saying?”

“That’s interesting,” she remarks, jotting it down.

Francisco exchanges a glance with Javier.

“Is it?”

“Well, brain injuries, trauma, near-death experiences—they can open a person’s senses to things that others can’t see,” she explains.

He looks skeptical.

“We’ve all had near-death experiences,” he says, gesturing around the room. He says it so matter-of-factly that she looks startled, and maybe a little concerned. “Ben and I were Special Forces. Tío, I’ve heard your stories from Colombia. We’ve all dealt with some dark shit.”

Javi flattens his mouth in a grim line. Ben is rubbing his knuckles over his lips and you can see the anxiety building in him. The room falls silent for a moment.

“I’m sorry if I upset you,” she says. Under the table, Javi shifts his leg to bump his foot with hers reassuringly.

“No.” Francisco frowns. “I’m sorry. You’re just doing your job. You—I know you brought some gear with you. You’re welcome to check the house, or… do whatever you need. I’ll show you where Santi saw the socks in the air.”

She sets down her pen.

“If you don’t mind.”

Francisco leads her upstairs to the nursery. You’re not sure you want to get anywhere near her ghost-hunting equipment, whatever it may be, so you stick to the kitchen and keep Ben company while he attempts to make conversation with Francisco’s uncle.

“So you worked in Colombia,” he tries. Javi gives a quiet grunt to the affirmative. He doesn’t want to talk about that—you can tell, and Benny figures it out pretty quickly, too.

“Do you—” he starts, but Javi’s already speaking.

“What’s the situation here?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Between you and Frankie.”

You can almost feel the heat radiating off him as the air shimmering around Benny turns a deep, blushing pink.

“There’s no situation,” he says.

“You’re roommates?”

“Yeah—I mean, we’ve been friends for a long time. My lease ended a few months ago and he said I could stay here. He has a guest room,” he adds, a touch defensively.

Javi smiles and nods like he hadn’t meant anything by it.

“What about you?” Benny asks. He nods to the ceiling, where Javi’s partner is upstairs. “You guys seem close. Are you dating her?”

Javi’s placid smile doesn’t falter for a moment, but his eyes narrow a little.

“No,” he says. “She has a guest room, too.”

Ben’s mouth opens, then snaps closed, and the men sit in silence for a moment.

“I think she wants to get down,” he says, gesturing to the baby in Javi’s arms, who’s squirming and lunging forward as if to jump to the floor. He sets her down carefully on all fours and she takes off at speed, leaving Ben to scramble behind her. Javier looks around the empty room, eyes skipping right over you, drains his coffee, and follows suit.

You trail behind him to the living room, where Benny has deposited the baby in the middle of the conversation pit with a basket of toys. Javi stops short, taken aback by the sunken couches.

“Holy shit,” he says. “This place hasn’t been remodeled in a while, huh?”

Benny glances at you, knowing this subject is a sore spot. You’d taken great pride in this house, back when it had belonged just to you, and you’re not sure why everybody keeps wishing to change it now.

“We like it,” he tells him. “It’s got character. Plus, this is like a built-in play pen. She’s too little to climb out.”

Javier sits himself down, spreading his legs comfortably wide in a confident-man sprawl.

“It’s a good house,” he admits. “Quiet neighborhood.”

They watch the baby playing on the floor. You join her there, rolling plastic balls back to her too subtly for Javier to realize they haven’t simply bounced.

“Can I ask you something?” Benny says. Javi raises an eyebrow in assent. “Say there is a ghost—” he starts.

“There isn’t.” Javi narrows his eyes a little, like he’s trying to decide if Benny really believes in something so unfathomable.

Benny is avoiding your gaze.

“But theoretically,” he says. “If there was. What would—I mean—What do you do? Like if the EMF meter or whatever registered something.”

“Well,” Javi replies slowly. “Theoretically, if there was a ghost hanging around I think my partner would tell you there’s something unresolved that they still need. A sense of peace, or…”

He pauses, scratching his chin. Eyes still on the child.

“It’s the same as what anybody wants, right? A sense of fulfillment. So you can move on.”

It makes something feel hollow and fluttery inside your chest, achy like you haven’t felt in a while. Now you’re the one avoiding Ben’s eyes, when he looks at you. You retreat to the corner, wanting to be alone but unwilling to give up eavesdropping on such a rare visit.

Their conversation is cut short by the others’ return. Francisco still looks skeptical and she looks thoughtful. Javi tilts his head back and raises an eyebrow.

“Inconclusive,” she announces. “There were some very interesting readings but nothing concrete. There are some other tests we could—”

“I think this is enough,” Francisco cuts her off gently. “It’s not like any of us have been possessed. If blood starts dripping down the walls, we’ll call you back.”

“Well, for a simple specter I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that,” she assures him. “Blood drips can be indicative of—”

“It was a joke,” he says, and she smiles but she also shrugs like, well, we’ll see.

“Mijo,” Javier says, changing the subject for everyone’s sake. “Pick a restaurant, we’ll go out to dinner, my treat. Your roommate can come too.”

The emphasis he puts on roommate isn’t strong enough for Francisco to pick up on, but Benny does and he shoots Javi a narrow look. Javi gives him an innocent grin and turns back to the baby, who’s been pulling herself up on his pant legs, trying to climb up to her dad since he’d walked in the room. He swings her into his arms and hands her over to Francisco, and after a ten-minute debate over a pizzeria versus a steakhouse, and a five-minute diaper change, the group heads outside.

Alone in the quiet house, you float up to your attic window seat, where you settle in to contemplate tío Javi’s words about things unresolved.

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Rooms on Fire: Sundown

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader

Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader

Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader

Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

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

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Summery: Ben shows his true colors

Warnings and Content:

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.

Extra warnings for chapter: Oh my god the violence. Violent is here. Im so sorry.

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"I can picture every move that a man could make Getting lost in her loving is your first mistake Sundown, you better take care If I find you been creeping 'round my back stairs Sometimes I think it's a sin When I feel like I'm winning, when I'm losing again" ~Sundown, Gordon Lightfoot

Rey always had a way of making things better.

You were sat on the kitchen counter in a loose tank top and baggy shorts that may or may not be Will’s boxers, watching Ray cook for you an Iris. She’d been feeling unwell this morning, no doubt the stress of everything that happened the last few weeks getting to her normally impenetrable facade. You found out she caught the tail end of what Will did to Jonah. Now both of you had watched your fathers die.

But Rey had been emotional support to both of you. You leaned more on your husbands, but Rey gave a sense of normalcy. He was a lot like Ben, making it so you could let go of the guilt that plagued you constantly, clearing your mind of the swirling thoughts of Beatriz and Santiago’s true natures.

Will was safe. Protective and gentle and strong, he continued to dot on you, massaging vitamin c oil into your scars to reduce them now that they could take a little bit of pressure. Your healer, your guardian. You thanked him profusely for protecting you against Jonah’s attempt to rape you, even if parts of you still wished he wasn’t dead.

Francisco was who you were the most honest with. You could tell him how you felt about Santiago and Beatriz, work out your confusing thoughts in soft whispers when you were with only him. Santiago never let Francisco sleep with you anymore at night.  

Walking past you to open the oven, he gave your hand a squeeze, lingering a bit. There was nothing romantic or sexual about it; he just wanted you to feel better. To know he was there. He was better than this place, you knew now. Better than this world.

“Madonna! There you are!” Ben rushes in with Will behind him, reaching for you. “Christ! I was worried!”

You’re a bit shocked, but can’t help sliding into his arms. “What do you mean? I’m right here…”

Ben holds you close, your body pressed against his, skin to skin making you cringe. It wasn’t him, it was the idea of touch lately at all. 

Will clarified. “You said you were going to be in the garden, we were worried when we didn’t see you.”

You try to squirm out of Ben’s arms. His grip is hard and uncomfortable… he’s too close. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just- ow, Ben- I didn’t think I needed to let you know? I never did before… Ben, please-” He’s kissing you now, your cheek, your neck, your lips… you don’t want Rey and Iris to see you like this… You hear Iris say something, but can’t quite make it out.

“That was before. With everything that’s happened, Jonah, the assasination attempt, we need to know where you are, always.” You didn’t like him talking about Jonah in front of Iris. You didn’t like him talking about Jonah in general. You squirm and try to dodge his kisses.

He rubs against the deepest burn on your belly, making you whimper, trying to push him away. Memories of Jonah’s attack flash in your hands, and suddenly he’s pulled off you. You think for a moment it’s Will, but you see Ben’s blonde hair fisted in Iris’s hand.

“She said stop!” Iris yanks him away and horror drops in your stomach. Ben wouldn’t hurt her, no, you didn’t need to worry, Ben was loving, fun, sunshine- He swung, clocking Iris on the jaw.

What happened next was a blur. Reyansh was on Ben is a second, a rage you’d never seen from your sweet guard before, and the two rays of sunshine throwing hands. Reyansh is slammed against the wall and you shout, wanting to run to him but before you even move Will’s hand is on your wrist. You watch two men you love beating on each other, Rey kneeing Ben in the balls and throwing him to the ground where he momentarily had the advantage. Ben, however, gripped Rey’s hair and used the momentum to roll their bodies over so Ben was on top. You’d seen Ben use the same move during sex. 

“WILL! DO SOMETHING!” You scream, watching them hurt each other but Ben with the clear advantage. Still, all he does is hold you back, fingers stroking your hair in an attempt to placate you, but you can’t stand by… still, you can’t get in the middle of a bloody fist fight, especially after watching Jonah die… why couldn’t Will step in when he clearly had the strength to? Ben has the upper hand, and looks like he’s close to killing rey the way Jonah died.

You see Iris make a move to get Ben off him, and Francisco who was previously frozen in shock runs to her. She tried to get out of his grasp, but he simply pushes her away and tackles Ben down. Francisco uses his weight to pin him, using a soothing voice to try and calm the fit. You yank your hand, hand, releasing it from Will’s grasp and painfully pulling on the burnt skin but you needed to get to Rey. Iris pulls his head on her lap, and he spits out some blood onto her dress but gives his girl a weak smile.

“You alright, my love?” He asks her, despite you cleaning blood off his face and her seeming unharmed.

She chuckles, crying but gives him a smile as well. “I’m alright, baby. I’m alright.”

Will is standing above you. You see Ben and Francisco are rising now, Frankie still holding Ben.

“What the hell was that, Saha!”

Rey doesn’t dignify Will with an answer, but you turn to him, giving a little bite to your tone. 

“He was defending his girl, Will. You’d done the same for me.”

“Madonna…” He warning in a stern voice, one that made you feel like a child being admonished by a house mother again. “He is a guardsmen, sworn to protect us, not throw punch-”

You looked up at him again, snapping. “He hit Iris!”

Ben chimed in with a ‘She hurt me first!’ but Will ignored him. “She involved herself in something she had no business to.”

“But Ben!-” You were cut off my Iris whispering your name. Her eyes were fearful… and you realize they held the same glint as when you caught her and Ben together… She mouthed, ‘don’t.’

Your eyes never leave hers. “Well, she’s my friend and he’s my personal guard so she’s under my protection.”

Fracicsco’s arms pull you, careful not to touch your sensitive parts. He’s telling you to go, but you worry for Rey and Iris.

“Will, you can’t hurt them, please?”

“I’m not-”

“But you are!” You pull at Francisco’s hand. “You are, because they hurt Ben but please! Don’t!”

Will sighs, shoulders relaxing down as he decides not to lie. “Madonna, they have to be punished. I promise it won’t be harsh.” His blue eyes look remorseful and honest, like he’s resigned to his duties. You trust he wouldn’t be unnecessarily cruel and you knew punishment was important in corrections… but this was Rey and Iris, your friends… Rey, who had only ever loved and protected you. Iris, despite everything, she took care of you. 

This time when you pull your arm Francisco lets go, and you rush to Will. You reach for his face, cupping it as you stare into his eyes. Will’s expression was soft, indulgent. He was listening. “Look at him, Will.” You gesture to where Reyansh still bloodied Iris’s skirts. “They both got hit, and Rey took enough for both, don’t you think?”

He seemed sympathetic to the pain Rey was in. “That’s the natural consequence of a fight, Madonna. I need to punish them properly, according to our rules.”

Tears fill your eyes and you hear Ben grumble, Francisco shushing him. “My husband, my love…” You beg him in choked words. You try to appeal to his sense of ownership over Rey and the guards. “He’s your guard, and someone hurt him… can’t we just call it even? Please?”

“No, Madonna.”

Rey coughs from the ground below you, trying to sit up. “I can take it, Will. Just don’t hurt Iris.”

With that, Will’s face shifts. This pulls at something and you take it. “He was just trying to protect her! You’d do the same if anyone hit me, Will, please you killed a man for me, you killed Melanie for me, I know you understand…” You take his hand in yours, kissing his knuckles that were still healing for beating Jonah to death. “Please… there's been so much pain here this week… I promise, I promise they learned.”

Ben must've seen Will considering, because he spoke. “Don’t let them get away with it, that bitch put her hands on me!”

His language shocked you, never hearing him talk like that, and Francisco saw the look in your eyes. “Will, c’mon… I think his nose is broken… and Iris just lost her dad… Madonna is under a lot of stress, don’t give her more.”

Finally, Will sighs despite Ben’s protests. He walks over to where Iris and Rey sit and helps them both up. “Go.” He says to Iris. “You can use my medicine closet. Patch him up. I expect him back on duty tonight.”

“Will! What the hell!” Ben shouts but you run up to Will, giving him a short peck on the cheek and whispering thank you.

Will tells Ben to fuck off, and goes to unlock his medicine for Reyansh. Iris turns and gives you a smile. 

“You just like to touch everyone but me, don’t you?” Ben’s words shock you back to reality.

“What? Ben… it’s not…” You reach for Francisco’s hand for security as he admonishes Ben, but he continues.

“You kiss Will, and I see you holding Saha’s hand, and now Frankie? But don’t think I’ve noticed you havn’t fucked me!”

“Benjamin!” Francisco shouts as you shrink at Ben’s words. He’s never spoken to you like this, and you don’t think you’ve ever even seen him angry, certainly not at you. “She’s had a traumatic months for fucks sake! Between Santi and Jonah can you go without pussy for a few fucking days?”

“I don’t know Frank, can you go without Santi’s dick in your ass for more than a few days?”

For the next several minutes, the two argued, exchanging heated words and painful secrets. You’d learned Francisco fucks Santiago every night, and the dark spots on his neck were from the husband who’d burned you alive. You learned Ben was sleeping with half of delta still. You learned there was a whole word that existed between the four of them that not only happened before you, but existed outside of you. You thought you were the nucleus holding them together. Instead, you were just the meal they feasted on.

*

You were finally well enough for him to take you on the horse, a careful walk, out to your meadows again. By now, you were too big to straddle him with his cock inside you and your skin and belly couldn’t bear his body against you. So, as you watched him set up the blanket, you knew you’d miss the feeling of napping in the warm sun with his cock stretching you.

“C’mere, baby.” Francisco helps you sit and then lay down, pulling you close with you using his meaty arm as a pillow.

“I miss you.” You mutter, and he kisses your neck.

His hand holds your stomach, feeling your baby kick. “I’m right here”

“That’s not what I mean.”

“I know.”

There was silence for a moment, letting the birds sing and breeze below through the rustling grass. It was so nice out, and you were thankful for your skimpy dress. You are reminded of all the times you laid here, endless hours making him flower crowns, braiding the little ones into his hair, kissing him, napping… all while he’s stuffed inside you, your skirt spread around your thighs. How many times has Jonah seen you like this? Had he watched from the trees as you fucked in languid strokes, not even trying to cum but just to feel him bucking into you? 

Or when Santiago had tripped you, burning your cothes off, fucking you by the fire… had Jonah stood and watched? Had he taken in the view, his own pornography, before helping you? Or when Francisco finger fucked you on the horse, had he savored your sweet sounds and memorized them for nights alone with his fist? How long had he wanted you? How long had he taken even innocent moments and turned them into something vile? 

You felt Francisco’s hard cock nestled between your ass cheeks, and by instinct you scoot away just a tiny bit.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry Madonna I’m not trying too- I don’t know why-”

“It’s okay.” No one had been inside you since Jonah’s attempt, you barely let them touch you… but you had to trust Francisco, right? He was good. He was so, so good. “It’s… it’s okay…”

The feeling of him shaking his head russells your hair. “No, no love, it’s not…” He’s pulling back from you and you miss the warmth of his body so you reach back and grab him. 

“I miss you…” You choke out. “I miss feeling you inside me… I miss you… please? I want you so bad, Francisco.”

“Baby…” He caresses you cheek with the back of his hand. “You’ve been through a lot…”

“And I don’t want it to change us. Santiago, Jonah… I won’t let them tear us apart…”

He kisses the back of your head. “They won’t. I won’t ever let that happen. You are more important than them.”

It slips out before you can stop. “Am I more important than Ben?”

“I love you.”

You don’t have it in you to press further, instead you arch your back so that your ass brushes against his cock in his pants. “So much has happened… I need this… I need to know you still love me.”

He sighs, stating firmly. “I do love you…” but he moved to unbuckle his pants. You wished you could see him, you wished you could see the way his belly folded over his jeans. You wished you could run your hands over the skin and feel the hair on his chest. But you weren’t ready for that. Instead you just relaxed into his arms, relaxed into him, his safety, his protection. When he pushes your skirt up, his hands are large over your asscheeks and you enjoy feeling covered by him. When he slides in, your body makes room for the familiar feeling.

“Do you want me to make love to you? Or do you just want me inside?”

“Make love, please…”

A gentle kiss on the cheek. “Anything for you.”

*

Sliding inside you once again, Frankie felt a homecoming. He loved the long hours you and him would spend here, cumming inside you multiple times but keeping you plugged up with his cum. He wished he hadn’t wasted so much time getting inside you properly, loving you the way you wanted to… he would have knocked you up first if he’d been going at this rate… but now, the odds weren’t in his favor.

Frankie revelled in the sound of your mewling, soft and tender like a little kitten… his to protect. As he slowly thrust into you, he vowed he wouldn’t let anyon hurt you again. He needed to talk to Ben, to Will… he needed them to get on board. You clearly cared for Iris and Rey and they cared for you, so he needed to make sure they were protected. Ben had been sneaking out more, going into the community to presumably fuck some other young niave thing… but a rule had been laid about Iris. The fact she was fucking him had been out of her character anyway, but it was over now.

Ben needed to stop sleeping with everyone he could get his hands on, and he needed to respect Madonna’s personal space and boundaries. He was not entitled to her body, especially after all this happened.

Looking up the hill and into the trees, Francisco saw Ben. He stood tall, a scowl on his face; he didn’t like that he got to be inside you.

Francisco sped up his movements, fucking up into you and making you cry out in pleasure. You were unaware of your audience. He never let up eye contact as he rammed his cock into your core and pressed you close to him. His hands felt you up, showing Ben what he was missing. Sitting atop his horse, Francisco watched as Benjamin pulled out his dick and began stroking himself furiously. It was a scramble after that, Frankie wanting you to cum before Ben did, to ruin his little show but still show off what Frankie could do, the sounds you could make. 

“Francisco…” You whine, and he buries his face in your neck after checking your eyes were still closed, lost in pleasure.

“I’m right here, Madonna. Always right here…” His longer fingers swirled your clit, and he knew you were close by the way you were clenching down hard. Perfect, you were perfect. Your body shook in his arms as he filled you, the sweet sounds of your orgasm echoing through the meadow valleys and hills and up to Ben’s ears. Francisco didn’t see if he came; he didn’t care anymore. He needed to take care of his Madonna, for suddenly you were crying.

“I wish it was you.” You sob into his sleeved up arm. He was thankful today didn’t require undressing. He didn’t want to have to explain the cuts. 

“What do you-”

“The baby! I wish it was yours!”

He brushes a stray lock out of your face as he attempts to sooth you. “May it is… we don’t know…”

“It’s not.” You shake your head. “It’s Will or Bens. I just know it. Those first months, you barely touched me, and after I fail the first time Santiago only touched me once a night!” The way you had switched from Pope to Santiago was not lost on him. “It’s one of them!”

“Is that a bad thing? They’ll love that baby too, just like I will.”

“SANTIAGO WILL KILL ME!”

You explained yourself then, what Santi said. How he threatened you. You had one job, according to him, and that was to get pregnant. It wasn’t suppossed to matter if it was by the Millers, by Santi or himself… but of course, of course Santi had to fuck with you more, because it isn’t really about the savior for Santi.

It’s about Frankie.

*

It had been a few days and Rey’s face looked awful. He had definitely broken his nose, bruising showing deeply despite his brown skin. 

“I’m fine, swear to the gods.” He promises after catching you staring at his face. 

“Your eye is almost swollen shut.”

“Like I said, totally fine.” he jokes and you give him a little kick from where you sat on the counter. Iris was feeling sick so Rey and you were taking over cooking dinner. The pineapple upside down cake was in the oven, and Rey was working on the main dish right now. 

He watched you watching him, hesitating before he spoke, his tone more sololm than you were used to. “If you could leave… would you?” He watches your eyes go wide, so he rushed to explain more. “You’re pregnant with the savior, there's nothing that says he needs to be raised here! You told me yourself, Beatriz was evil, Santi… sweetie c’mon he threatened you if the baby is blonde! What if he kills the savior when they are born?”

“Rey!” You whisper harshly. “You’re talking heresy!” Your eyes are wide.

He chuckles tiredly. “We crossed that line a while ago… Listen… I know you love that baby, I know you want them to grow up safe and happy but that can’t be here. You’re husbands, they are batship insane and you know it.”

“No.” You shake your head, refusing to accept it. “No, it’s just… Santi, I think he needs help… I can help him, I can make him a better-”

Reyansh grips your shoulders now, an intensity you weren’t expecting. “No! You can’t! It's not just you, you have to realize that. He didn’t hurt you because you did anything wrong. You take off Frankie’s shirt right now and you’ll see a fucking masscure because he’s fucking losing it! He’s dangerous! And Ben, he-”

 Reyansh stops, voice cracking and you notice the wetness of his eyes. The pain is etched into every line on his young face. “He rapes my wife. My beautiful, precious wife- he… and I didn’t know, this whole time I had no idea what he’s been doing to her…” You can see he’s crying now, and you’re frozen in fear, reaching for his wet face. “I just let it happen this whole time but now I know the truth, and it’s not happening again and I can’t bear to see you get hurt again. I’m gonna get her out, and I want you to come. I don’t want to leave you here but… I have to protect my family. I want that family to mean you too, anuja.”

There was so much to process here, your mind was whirling from everything you were told, but the idea of Iris and Ben… Did you walk in on her being raped by your husband? Had Ben truly tried to get you in on it, to kiss and touch her while she was raped? To make you an accomplice in his crimes? You think of how she looked at you… fuck, how could you not see it? How did you think she was willingly a part of it when it was clear she loved Reyansh? And you treated her so horrible after…

“I’m gonna be sick.” 

Your head spins, and Rey wraps his arms around to set your feet on the floor again. The hand that gently touched his wet, bearded cheek now was on his shoulder to steady yourself as he slid you down from the counter. His arms firm but chaste around you as he pressed against the marble.

“Hey take a deep breath-” His face was ripped away from you, eyes wide as Rey was pulled back by his hair. Then, before you can react, his already bruised head is slammed into the corner of the countertop.

He begins screaming and you do too. 

You can see Santiago in the doorway, but he makes no attempt to stop the events unfolding in front of you, does nothing as Ben grabs the kitchen knife and throws it directly into Reyansh’s chest where he lay in agony. The scene has begun to garner a crowd, Frankie running in at the sounds of your screams but freezes in shock as blood files the kitchen once again.

“BEN! STOP!!!” You scream, but Ben’s eyes are crazed and he’s screaming at Rey not to touch you.

You aren’t sure the exact moment his eyes go dead and body falls limp, no longer reacting to the mass of stabs Ben continues to inflict, but you know it’s already too late when Iris bursts in, screaming her lover’s name. When she runs to where Ben is slowing down, straddling over your best friend’s dead body, Francisco reacts quickly, scooping her up and grabbing Iris’s arms behind her back. 

“REY! REY! REY!” Iris screams non stop, fighting to get out of Francisco’s grasp as he tells her it’s too dangerous. 

Finally, Ben falls over, panting in exhaustion. He throws up on the floor and you realize he’s drunk. The smells of vomit mixes with copper in the the room as the fluids run together. You are barely standing, knees weak, palms sweaty, unable to process what you’ve seen as Ben stands up and stumbles towards you. Will is in the room now, taking it all in, muttering ‘jesus christ Benny… what did you do…’

But walks towards you, a bright smile of white teeth a strange flash of color among the red covering his face. Red. He’s covered in Reyansh’s blood.

“Hey baby, wanna give me a kiss?”

Ben is pulled away from you.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!” Francisco screams to him and you slide to the ground.

“He was touching her!” Ben tries to defend, but francisco is infuriated. He shoved Ben away, moving him to the door. On the ground, Iris is desperately trying to get Rey to come alive. The shakes, the touches to his face, the wretched sobs and ugly cries do nothing as he lays limp in her arms.

“FUCK YOU BENNY! HE WAS HER FRIEND! HE WAS MINE!” Francisco shoves him hard, making Ben stumble into Santiago.

Will steps up, gathering his fist in Francisco’s shirt. “Hey! Keep your fucking hands off him!” In which Santiago steps in and says something similar to Will. They begin to argue and fight and scream at each other; you are left on the floor, inconsequential. When you have the courage to look at Rey’s mangled corpse again, you gather the courage to crawl to him. Up close, the carnage in unbelievable.

There are massive gashes in him, holes in his body you can’t believe he had the strength and rage to go that hard into so many times. A stabwound in his eye.  A hole in his cheek.

“Rey…” You sob, reaching out for your bloodied friend. The door shuts behind you and you aren’t sure whose left. “Im so sorry, I’m so, so-”

Iris shoves you backwards, forcing you to fall softly on your butt. “GET AWAY FROM HIM!” She screams at you, and you sit in shock. She’s never spoken to you like this.

“Iris-”

“I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU THAT YOU WERE DANGEROUS TERRITORY!”

Francisco’s arms are around you, a feeling you’d recognize instantly. “I D-didn’t- I did mean-”

“You NEVER DO!” Her eyes are vicious, a fury that far surpassed anything you’ve ever seen in your life. “You are so goddamn stupid, walzing around here like you live in  FUCKING FARIE TALE and leave a trail of dead bodies behind you! You dad, Jonah, and now YOU HAD TO GET MY REY KILLED!”

You are speechless. She’s right. Everything is your fault. Jonah said your dad just wanted a better life for you… was that drive the reason the uprising started? Was the death of him, Deacon Tom, Delilah and all the rebels your fault? She had said she didn’t blame you for Jonah… but now her voice joins the chores of everyone else in your life… it was all your fault.

Francisco picks you up.

I'm so sorry

Months and months ago while constructing this story, I had a friend i was working on it a lot with. She had a big hand in creating Iris and Rey. The entire time, before it was entirely planned out even, I knew he was going to die. I knew there was no happy ending to be had for Iris and Reyansh. And that made some scenes very hard too write. Rey didn't deserve any of it. He was a good man who loved his "wife." (not legally married bc cult stuff but in all the ways that matter, they were.)

There is no going back from this now. Madonna is shown who Ben and Santi are.

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Together for Christmas

Frankie Morales x female Reader x Benny Miller A Part of the “Together” Universe Co-written with @absurdthirst

​Rating: Mature, for language. Though this blog is always 18+ Word Count: 6.7k Warnings: This is a MMF relationship! If that doesn’t appeal to you, then just scroll away right now. Cursing, food/alcohol, flirting, pregnancy, pregnancy cravings, gender reveal. Pure, tooth rotting fluff. Summary: It’s the holiday season in the Miller-Morales household, and this Christmas contains a whole lot of joy. Notes: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, my lovelies! Please enjoy this little dollop of seasonal fluff from my covid-addled brain. The holiday season isn’t always joyful for everyone (myself included) so Keri and I have aimed to add a touch of brightness to the day with this humble little offering.

Together in Chronological Order: Waking Up Together Taking Care Together Better Together Celebrating Together  Together for Christmas

"Massage? Spa package?" Frankie looks up from his phone to look over at Benny. “I know she's been talking about it and everything can't be baby related.” He knows how excited Ben is for the birth of the first Miller-Morales baby, but Christmas is about everyone. "We could even get a thruples package but then that would also be for ourselves."

“Is there such a thing as a maternity massage package?” Benny hums at the thought, running his hand up and down Frankie’s arm as they lounge together on the sofa. Taking advantage of your girls’ day out with your friends to plan out your Christmas present is also an excuse to cuddle. “She’s on her feet all day at work and carrying our baby. I think pampering sounds appropriate.”

"Yeah." Frankie wholeheartedly agrees and his eyes narrow slightly as he reads the details. "Says that you just have to make sure the staff knows that it's a maternity package and they will take care of it." He tells Benny, leg tossed over his lover's thigh and hums. "It can be a theme for the other shit we get her. We can get a lot of those bath fizzy things you and she like. Plus a new robe for her to lounge in when she's complaining about being cold."

“So much for one person getting one gift for one other person.” Benny laughs. He knew when you proposed doing a Secret Santa-style Christmas after the expense of the wedding and honeymoon, that the guys would still team up to make sure that your gift was worthy of their wife. “What about lotion? You know, with the bath bombs? She can have pampering at a spa and pampering at home.”

"I will volunteer to rub it on her." Frankie smirks slightly, his wedding ring winking proudly on his hand in the lights from the Christmas tree that is already up and decorated. "Anytime she wants."

“Baths with me and a rub down from you.” Benny smirks, pressing a kiss to Frankie’s temple. “And we wonder how she ended up pregnant.”

"I never wondered." Frankie smirks back at the man who was his husband in all ways but legally. "See, I paid attention in our sex ed classes." He teases, sending Benny a wink when he pouts at him. "Do I need to give you a refresher lesson?"

“I mean, I’m never going to say no to that.” Nudging his nose to Frankie’s temple, he leaves another kiss at his hairline with a hum. “You can teach me a lesson anytime you want.”

"After we pick out her present." Frankie admonishes, trying to ignore the way that his cock twitches at the enticing tone of Benny's voice. "So a massage? And all the crap to make her feel good? Do we want to do one of those foot bath things?"

“Definitely.” Benny nods in agreement, knowing the two things you always say hurt most are your feet and your back. “And we should take a trip to the Lindt outlet to get her a giant bag of chocolate.”

"Chocolate and foot baths." Frankie nods and he looks at the spa packages that they offer. "How about this one? It seems like it's an all-day thing of pampering. She can do it before the baby comes and we can always give her another after the birth."

“Sounds perfect.” Benny’s arms tighten around Frankie in a squeezing hug of approval as he reads the description of the package on the spa’s website. “She deserves the world.”

That is something that both men could agree on. Their wife is perfect and you deserve everything that they could give you. There had already been a slight disagreement over your work schedule, insisting they could support you and having to give in and let you stand firm on your resolution to work as long as you safely could. "Good. That settles the 'big' present." Frankie decides.

“She’s going to give you shit for going overboard.” It doesn’t mean a thing, though, because Benny has already gone overboard buying Frankie’s gift as well.

Frankie snorts, giving a small shrug as he reaches for his wallet on the side table to input his credit card information. "It's my right to spoil her." He turns and presses his lips to Benny's softly. "Just like I spoil you."

“Love you too, handsome.” Chasing the kiss without shame, Benny catches Frankie right before he sits back again and lets this press of lips linger. “You’re gonna get spoiled too. Just you wait.”

Huffing slightly, Frankie rolls his eyes. He hates when the two of you gang up on him. Feeling like he shouldn't receive that kind of attention and have you spend your money on him. "I told you not to do anything for me." He complains.

“Since when do I listen to you?” The teasing in Benny’s tone is clear, and he peppers Frankie’s face with more kisses.

"Never." Frankie grumbles, even as his lips twist up into a small grin. "That's the problem." It's not really a problem, but Francisco Morales is more comfortable with giving than being given things.

“Then I guess you’ll just have to deal with it.” The younger man’s grin is wicked, knowing that Frankie can’t say no to him to begin with. “It’s Christmas. I get to spoil my husband and my wife.”

There is just a small chuckle that Frankie gives Benny, knowing that the younger man is bursting with pride at having a husband and a wife. At being allowed to love the two of you completely with no reservations. "Wait until next year when we all spoil the baby." He warns him playfully, knowing that Benjamin Miller would want nothing more. If there was anyone who was made to be a father, it was him.

“I can’t wait.” It’s wistful - disbelieving - the sigh in Benny’s voice. He’s wanted to be a father for his entire life, so the last few months have been a dream come true for him. Batting his eyelashes at Frankie playfully, Benny tries for his best pout and juts out his lower lip completely. “Pleeeeease can I have a gender reveal for my Christmas present? I’m not even asking for a party anymore. I just want us to get a surprise somehow.”

Frankie chuckles and shakes his head at how enthusiastic he is about all of this. "We will have to talk to our wife about that." He murmurs, knowing that it will be a little more exciting than that. He has an idea for Ben's Christmas present that he wants to discuss with you. Something that Benjamin has wanted forever and now he thinks is the perfect time.

******

Christmas morning with three adults and only one family to visit in the afternoon should be a relaxed affair, but not with Ben Miller in the house. Excited as a schoolboy, he is up early and tenderly trying his best to wake you and Frankie up without getting either of you annoyed at him. Benny loves Christmas, and nothing in the world could stop him from being excited this year. His first Christmas with his husband and wife.

Frankie let Benny sleep in the middle of the bed last night, your pregnancy demanding you be on the outside due to the middle of the night needs of your bladder. Giving up his spot since it is closest to the door for you and knowing that Benjamin would want access to cuddle you, meant that he had taken to sleeping on the opposite side. "We don't have to get up so early, Miller." Frankie grunts, turning his head away from the light filtering into the room.

“But it’s Christmas!” Benny pouts, peppering Frankie’s shoulder and chest with little kisses before finding his lips in the early morning light.

Frankie had already been up several times, making sure that Ben’s present was ready for this morning, so he hadn’t gotten much sleep. “It’ll be Christmas in an hour too.” Frankie grumbles, kissing his husband back despite his eyes staying closed.

“He’s excited,” you hum indulgently, turning your head to face the boys before the rest of your body because movement is far more difficult than it used to be. “It’s cute, baby. Frankie’s just sleepy.”

“So what you’re saying is that you were excited too?” Benny grins, kissing Frankie again and turning back so he can slide his hand along your bump and cuddle to you. “Merry Christmas, wifey.”

“Merry Christmas, husband,” you giggle a little at how the happy glow of your marriage - though it isn’t legally between all three of you - is the pride of Benny’s life along with the baby. “And yes, I am definitely excited.”

"Hmmmm, see Fish?" Benny looks over his shoulder to shoot Frankie a grin. "This is how you should be at Christmas. We have a wonderful wife; you have an amazingly sexy husband and we have our baby on the way." He sighs happily and looks back at you. "It's the best Christmas ever."

“Frankie baby always needs more sleep than us, you know that.” You tut softly, but reach for Benny to silently ask for a kiss. “That’s not a bad thing.” Besides which, you know why he’s tired this morning - getting up to cheek in Benny’s gift a few times in the night so you didn’t have to.

Frankie grunts, shuffling closer in a rustle of sheets to press against Benny's back and his lips find the other man's shoulder. "I'm old, remember?" He teases, voice still raspy with sleep. "I need more sleep."

“And we love our old man.” Benny grins, reaching back to pull him closer with one arm while offering you a place against his other side at the same time.

"Hmph." Frankie wiggles closer and digs his fingers into Benny's hip slightly before he caresses the skin. "Love you." He hums quietly, his nose pressed against the other man's shoulder blade.

“I say we snuggle for ten more minutes before we get up.” There’s nothing you want more than to laze around in bed with the two most important men in your life, but there is a big reason to go downstairs early. “How does that sound, Francisco?”

He smiles against Ben’s back, always loving the way you say his complete name. His head pops up and he shoots you a small wink that Benny misses. “Should be good.”

“You guys excited to go to Will’s later?” The other Miller brother is hosting the big holiday supper this year and it’s sure to be an amazing meal, as always.

“Hmmm.” Christmas at the elder Miller’s house will be fun, and it will be the last time that it’s held there for a while. Frankie and Benny have strong ideas of the baby having Christmas at home while they are young. “It will be fun watching Benny whine at his brother.”

“Why am I gonna whine?” Benny asks, pouting at Frankie purely for effect.

“Because that’s what little brothers do.” Frankie smirks and leans in to kiss his cheek. “And you enjoy watching your brother fume.”

“He makes it so easy.” Benny chuckles and draws Frankie into a longer kiss. “How could I not?”

Frankie chuckles into the kiss and pulls away to move away to get out of the bed. He will go around to your side to kiss you. “Let’s get up then.”

“Yay!” Benny practically bounds from the bed, ready to be your twin anchor with Frankie because you started having trouble getting up from lying down a couple of weeks ago. “Christmas!”

“Well, it’s not a mystery who’s going to teach the baby to get up super early on Christmas morning,” you giggle, shaking your head at Benny while you gratefully take both of their hands to pull yourself up.

Frankie snorts and when you are on your feet, he pulls you close and leans in over your belly to kiss you. “You know it.” He murmurs and smirks slightly as he brushes his nose against yours. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

“Merry Christmas, Francisco.” Leaning into him is not as easy as it used to be, but it’s worth the effort.

“We should get out there before Benjamin implodes.” Frankie squeezes your hip and shares a small grin, excited to see his reaction to the gift the two of you had decided on.

“Gonna explode all over the both of you if you stand there and make out in front of me,” Benny teases, waggling his eyebrows at the both of you.

Frankie snorts and rolls his eyes at his husband. “Jesus, Ben…on his birthday?” He teases, sending him a wink.

“Wasn’t Jesus born in March? I’m sure I’ve heard that before.” Benny wrinkles his nose, grinning at Frankie and enjoying the tease as he gives it right back. He snags your cardigan off the back of the closet door and holds it out for you to slip into then leads the way downstairs. “Our last Christmas as a family of three,” he sighs wistfully.

“Do you need to pee first?” Frankie asks, his hand on your back as he slowly helps you down the stairs. It worries him the larger you get, not wanting you to fall.

“Always,” you laugh, knowing Frankie will go as far as actually escorting you to the downstairs bathroom to make sure you don’t lose your balance. “And then a cup of that really good orange herbal tea while we open presents?”

“Whatever you want.” Frankie promises, smiling at you. He knows he’s being a little extra, but he doesn’t want anything to happen to you or the baby. Especially since you are so top heavy now. Miller makes giants apparently.

“Whatever?” Even just a little tease is more than you can resist, and you grin at Frankie as he helps you down the stairs. “So I can have a spiked cup of coffee and some sushi later on?”

“Yes.” Frankie promises, turning you and kissing your nose. “Just as soon as this one is howling angrily at being evicted from your womb.” He teases, caressing your bump. “I’ll bring it on ice so you can have it as soon as you get cleaned up.”

“Three and a half more months.” You sigh dramatically, laying one hand over his on your belly. “Nearly there.”

“I’ll bring you two rolls.” He promises, smirking happily. “Go pee before Benny starts opening the presents without us. I’ll make your tea.”

“Thank you, cariño.” You bat your eyelashes at him before turning down the hallway, and Frankie heads into the kitchen to find Benny already sashaying around the room brewing a pot of coffee and getting out the bag of bagels he picked up for this morning.

There’s a giddy air of anticipation and Frankie smirks as he walks by his husband and reaches out to slap his ass affectionately. “She’s gonna get settled and then we can spoil her.” He promises, moving over to your kettle to heat the water.

“I got her a chocolate chip bagel, and it’s gonna have peanut butter and banana slices. Does she want tea?” It’s pretty much all you’ve been drinking lately, so he’s not at all surprised.

“Of course.” Frankie moves over to the cabinet that houses the growing tea collection. “The orange one is a favorite right now.”

“You want your coffee spiked, handsome?” Benny moves around the kitchen easily, grabbing the bottle of Bailey’s to add a shot to his own coffee mug. It is a holiday, after all.

“No.” Frankie shakes his head. “She’s grumpy about no alcohol so I’ll suffer with her.” He knows you won’t mind, but it’s alright with him. He wants to focus on what’s coming up today.

Benny stops for a second, considers the bottle in his hand, and puts it back in its place on the bar with a nod. “Solidarity,” he hums, leaning over to kiss Frankie’s cheek.

“Good boy.” Frankie murmurs, loving how thoughtful Ben is when he ponders on things. “Let’s get our Christmas started.” He’s eager to make sure that nothing spoils the surprise for Benny, having prepared for it as much as he possibly could.

Bagels and drinks are brought into the living room, and Frankie turns on the tv so you can pick a Christmas movie to have playing while the day begins. You turn on Jingle Jangle and pick up your tea, humming at the soothing scent of orange. “Who wants to go first?” You ask, glancing eagerly at the tree.

Frankie wants Benjamin to go last so he immediately pipes up. “You should go first, baby.” He nods towards his husband. “What do you think?”

“Absolutely.” As much as Benny does like to get presents, he likes to give them more. And he retrieves the trio of boxes with your name on them to set in front of you with pride.

“So much for small gifts this year,” you joke, looking at the multiple packages in front of you and the multiple packages for each of them under the tree.

“I think we all knew we were full of shit.” Frankie points out, moving your bagel and tea over to a tray closest to you so it doesn’t get in the way of your presents. “Just wait until the baby comes.”

“All baby gifts, all the time.” There will be gifts of other kinds, too, you’re sure of that. But you know none of you will be able to resist getting things for the baby. The first box in front of you is meticulously tied up in gold ribbon and you know Frankie must have been the one to tie it so well - Benny would have gone all out with the fanciest wrapping paper he could find and the biggest bows known to man. Inside seems to be an entire Lindt shop’s worth of chocolate and you groan deeply in appreciation. “It’s perrrrfect, baby. You spoil me.”

“You never have enough chocolate in the house it seems.” Frankie chuckles, remembering when he had accidentally eaten the last truffle without knowing and you had cried.

“There are much worse pregnancy cravings to have,” you defend with a sheepish grin. Unwrapping a dark chocolate and orange truffle immediately and popping it in your mouth, you groan happily and sigh. “Christmas is done,” you joke. “This is all I need.”

“Told you that we should have dipped orange slices in chocolate.” Frankie huffs at Benny with a grin. “She would have loved it.” Your obsession with oranges has been a vast source of amusement. Even asking for an orange vinaigrette on salads.

The way your eyes light up makes both men laugh, and you grin sheepishly to boot. “We can still do that,” you nod eagerly.

“Done.” Benny declares, knowing that whatever you want while you are pregnant - hell, while you are married to him and Frankie - you get. “We will make them, baby.”

Tearing the wrapping paper on the second box reveals a plethora of home spa items: a foot bath, bath robe, lotions, therapeutic salts, and bath bombs that will probably last you well past the last few months of your pregnancy. “You guuuyyysss…” There are grateful tears in your eyes when you look at your husbands, knowing Frankie didn’t do all of this alone. Fitting, since you didn’t do Benny’s gift all alone either. “Thank you so much.”

“That comes with foot rubs and lotion rubs anytime you want.” They had considered doing a coupon book, but abandoned the idea just with unlimited options being their go-to.

Reaching across the side table is difficult with your belly in the way, but both men lift out of their seats to exchange soft kisses with you, and you pick up the last, small box with a grin. “How is there more? My husbands absolutely spoil me.”

“Because you deserve everything.” Benny murmurs softly, his eyes slightly misty with joy.

“I love you, too.” The small box is the kind that you can buy to put a gift card into, but when you open it up there is a brochure for the day spa in the next town over - with an appointment card that lists no date but has a phone number to call to book and the words “Maternity Package” neatly printed on the bottom. “Guys…?” You look up at both of them, tears forming all over again as you hold up the appointment card in wonder. “This is—you—you booked me a spa day?”

“Oh shit, you hate it.” Benny worries, panicking over the tears, but Frankie jostles him and shakes his head.

“No she doesn’t.” He huffs before he reaches for your hand. “Yeah baby, we want you to go and get pampered, relax and just feel good. You can schedule it whenever you want.”

“This is so sweet of you.” Despite the conversations about wanting you to be off your feet for the last trimester of your pregnancy, both Frankie and Benny have been so supportive of you not wanting to give up working just yet.

"You deserve it." Benny insists. "You are growing our baby. It's a hard job and you're doing amazing." He's always been in awe of women and you just have blown him away with your strength.

“Thank you.” Pulling the robe out of the big box, you swap it out for your cardigan and sigh at its warmth and softness. “I love you guys so much.”

"Knew she would put it on immediately." Frankie grins at you, sending you a small wink. They had relaxed their hold on the thermostat in order to keep you comfortable but it was still colder than what you would probably like.

“It’s so soft.” And oversized. This is definitely the definition of a pregnancy robe. “You go next, Frankie,” you urge, knowing you both want Benny to go last.

There is a slight pout to his lips as he looks between the two of you. "I told you not to get me anything." He huffs, rolling his eyes at his husband and wife's refusal to listen to him.

“Benny pulled your name, baby. There was no chance of that happening.” Sitting back in your favorite armchair with a grin, you pick up your bagel to have breakfast while Benny eagerly slides several large boxes in front of Frankie to open.

“You did too much.” Frankie protests, looking at the size of the boxes and tries to figure out what he did for him. “You’re supposed to be saving your money Benjamin.”

“We’re doing fine, baby. More than fine. And you work so hard.” Benny shifts closer to Frankie on the couch, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You deserve to be spoiled, too.”

“You already spoil me.” Frankie turns and leans into the kiss for a moment, stealing another moment of affection. He’s spoiled just from being loved by the two of you so unconditionally.

“Go on,” Benny urges, grinning with that giddy excitement of a little kid on Christmas morning gleaming in his eyes.

Frankie grins at his husband’s enthusiasm and starts to tear into the paper, freezing for a moment before his eyes whip back around to Ben. “You—”

“I know you’re picky.” Benny couches, instantly worried that he’s gotten something wrong. “If it’s not the right model number or something we can exchange them.”

“Benjamin.” Frankie breathes out in awe, ripping off the rest of the paper to reveal the box for the new lathe that he had been drooling over. The joy of making the baby’s cradle had turned to frustration when the lathe he had kept breaking and yet he hadn’t been able to justify buying another one. “It’s—it’s great. Perfect.”

“Oh good.” The sigh of relief he breathes is palpable and Benny smiles. “Your workshop is gonna get a dad-level upgrade, baby.”

It takes him a moment but after a few blinks of his eyes, Frankie throws his head back and laughs before he reaches out and wraps his hand around the back of Ben’s neck so he can drag him close for a kiss.

“There’s more, baby. Keep going.” For as many years as they have been together, the joy in the two men’s relationship has never faded. Benny and Frankie have been at each other’s sides for years and being allowed to witness these moments of happiness between them makes your heart swell.

“Brat.” He huffs, shaking his head at his husband even as he looks back at the lathe. “Dad-level upgrade huh?” He asks, extremely grateful to have everything he wants and more this Christmas.

“Next.” The smile on Benny’s face when he puts the second box in front of Frankie is beaming.

"Okay." Frankie is excited, knowing that Benny is, and he quickly tears into the next present. "Ben." He chokes when he sees the toolbox that Frankie had been saving for. A rolling Snap On that makes his current toolbox look like a toy. "You—oh fuck, you messed up now." Frankie laughs. "The Snap On guy is going to get all my money when he rolls up."

“As long as you’re happy.” Benny is giddy with the success of his ideas, knowing that Frankie loves his workshop and the escape that it provides him. “We love you. So much.”

"It's too much." Frankie huffs, even with the wide grin on his face. "I love you too, more than you will ever know."

“Merry Christmas.” Benny opens his arms to the older man, letting Frankie snuggle into his side and holding him tight for a long moment together.

"You are ridiculous and spent too much, but I love you." Frankie kisses his lips one last time and he pulls away from him before he looks over to you. "Are we done with me? It's time for Benjamin?"

“Benny’s turn.” Your eyes flash excitement at Frankie as he hops up to retrieve the first part of the gift despite it technically being from you. There’s no way Frankie would let you bend and lift and shuffle anymore - he’s barely allowed it since the day you found out you were expecting.

It has been a lot of work, making sure that this goes off without a frankly, very nosy Benny, finding out. Frankie had thought about giving Ben two gifts in one, but only if you had wanted to. Luckily, you had thought it was perfect. The box is heavy and Frankie grunts as he picks it up. “Here we go.”

“Are those all for me?” Benny stares, pointing at the stack of boxes still under the tree when Frankie brings the first over to him.

“Yes and no.” Frankie grins when the box settles down in front of Ben without giving away what is inside. “You know how you wanted to do a gender reveal?” He asks him, reminding him of the conversation weeks ago.

“Yeah!” Benny sits up eagerly, looking between you with misty eyes. “You guys, is this a gender reveal?!”

Frankie looks over at you, knowing that you are going to tear up as well. “Yeah, Benjamin, it’s a gender reveal.” He murmurs softly.

Benny vibrates, eagerly ripping into the wrapping paper on the lid of the box and blissfully unaware of the holes on its other side. “Oh—oh my god!” The lid of the box pops off almost without his help, giving way to the sunny face of a happy, eager puppy with a pink paisley print collar and a handwritten tag hanging from it. I’m a girl! Just like the Bean!

You and Benny gasp almost in unison, but your hand flies to your belly as Ben lifts the wiggling puppy into his arms and coos at her. “They’re—” Benny is all but crying as he looks between you and Frankie and you don’t blame him. “They’re both girls?”

“Yeah.” Frankie reaches for your hand and covers your stomach gently. “You’ve been saying you wanted a puppy for Bean to grow up with, so…she will be her first friend.” He had hoped Ben would love the gender reveal and puppy being the same sex as the baby.

“She’s so sweet!” And licking his face all over, which has Benny giggling instantly. the little puppy fits in his arms effortlessly and he thumbs the tag with affection. “A little girl,” he breathes, turning his watery eyes to you.

“A little girl,” you nod, gripping Frankie’s hands tightly as you try to absorb the reality of the moment. You’re going to have a daughter.

Frankie had been proud when you had given him the envelope with the sex of the baby inside. Bawling like a baby himself when he opened it in order to pick out the right puppy from the couple who had been trying to find good homes for the litter. “Miller makes girls, apparently.”

“What kind of puppy is this little nugget?” Benny’s eyes are wide and full of love as he strokes her short fur. He looks like he’s never going to let her go ever again.

“She’s a mix. Golden retriever and bulldog.” Frankie had fallen in love with her sweet face and knew that you and Ben would love her. “They said she’ll be good around kids. Especially once she’s trained.”

“She’s gonna be the best little girl in the whole world.” Benny coos, burying his face in the puppy’s fur. “You need a name, little girl! Did Papí Frankie name you already?”

"No way." Frankie shakes his head, wanting to let Ben name the puppy. "That honor is yours. What do you want to name our sweet girl?"

“We’re gonna need two names.” You lean over to press a kiss to Frankie’s shoulder and beam at Benny. “But the puppy gets a name first.”

“What’s the battle cry from the movie you love?” Benny looks over at you with glee. “Towanda?”

“Towanda is an Amazon warrior alter ego. You might give that cute little pup a complex.” You nearly snort out your sip of tea and shake your head at him. “If you want to name the dog after a character from Fried Green Tomatoes, Idgie might be the way to go.”

Frankie grins as Benny looks at the puppy again, smothering her in kisses. “Idgie, huh?” He murmurs, actually liking the name for a pup. It’s unique.

“Is that your name, lil’ baby?” Benny is completely in love, cradling this wriggling puppy in his arms and letting her sniff and lick all over him. “Is that your name, Idgie?” He croons, giggling when she barks happily. “I guess that’s a yes.”

“Lord.” Frankie rolls his eyes and looks over at you with amusement. “He’s going to be sleeping with the puppy tonight.” He predicts, knowing how long he’s wanted a puppy.

“Obviously!” Benny rolls his eyes like he can’t believe Frankie ever doubted him.

Laughing, Frankie shakes his head and nods towards the other wrapped gifts. “Do you want us to open them or are we allowed to touch the puppy too?”

“Nooo, you can hold her.” Like it’s some kind of grand permission, he hands Idgie over to Frankie and dives for the other boxes under the tree, now certain that they contain all manner of puppy things within them.

Scratching behind her ears, Frankie leans over for you to love on the puppy. “What do you think?” He asks you quietly. He had handled getting the pup so you could be surprised too, while you had gotten the supplies.

“She’s absolutely precious.” The pup is loving and excitable, giddy to have so much attention this morning. Your eyes are still watery, though, and you look at Frankie in awe. “We’re…we’re really having a girl?”

“We are, baby.” Frankie nods and pulls out the picture of the ultrasound that had been in the envelope. The little girl parts circled for you to see. “We’re gonna have a little girl.”

Idgie seems immediately concerned when tears fall down your cheeks, and she licks them away with determination. “It’s okay, Idg,” you laugh at her response to your overwhelmed joy. “Mama’s just happy.”

Frankie chuckles and shakes his head. “Hope you know you’re on puppy training duty, Miller.” He teases Ben.

“Frankie’s gonna end up sleeping in the middle of the bed so I can get up when I need to pee, and Benny can get up with Idgie.” You predict, scratching the puppy’s head affectionately.

Benny pouts for a second, looking up from pulling the dog bed out of a box. “Hey.” He huffs. “I—you planned this, didn’t you? So you can sleep next to her.” It’s a joke, although he knows Frankie misses sleeping next to you and has been grateful that Ben needs to touch you in his sleep. A slight sense of propriety or possessiveness has emerged since that first ultrasound.

“Nobody’s taking away your cuddle time, Ben.” You would never. Benny is so proud of your pregnancy and slightly caveman about it, and you not-at-all secretly relish the attention from both of your husbands. “You can just as easily slither out from the middle of the bed. I have faith in you.”

Frankie rolls his eyes at his husband. “Pendejo.” He grumbles under his breath at how ridiculous he can be at times. “Open the rest of the presents.”

Toys, a leash, bowls, a bed, treats, food, and training aids are all inside the last remaining boxes, and the guys laugh at how wild you had gone in getting things for the new puppy while you were at the pet store. Idgie has everything she could possibly need and yet you’re sure you’ll end up back at the store within days to go nuts again. But together this time.

The puppy goes back to Benny and Frankie smirks as he literally lays down on the floor with the sweet girl as she jumps on him. "What do you think? Was it a good gender reveal? A sweet little girl for our little girl?"

“It’s perfect.” Benny giggles when the puppy licks a stripe up his cheek after climbing into his chest. He turns his head to look at both of you with a grin. “And now we can narrow down that name list for the baby.”

"Yes we can." Everyone had been throwing all kinds of names onto the lists. The lists are getting longer and longer as time goes on with every single one that any of you vaguely liked. Hell, Ben had added Wednesday to the list the other day after watching the new Addams family show.

“We can save the ‘boy’ name list for baby number two.” Shifting out of your armchair now that you’re done with your breakfast, you carefully shift to the living room floor and brace your back against your chair to help your back. Little Idgie comes bounding over, happily yapping and waggling her whole bum because her little tail is so tiny.

"She certainly likes you." Frankie hums happily, finding that the puppy is friendly with all of them. It bodes well although he knows that this dog is going to be Benny's until the baby is older.

“She’s such a little love bug.” You laugh when the puppy bounds over to Frankie after giving you sufficient kisses. “Hopefully she’ll love her sister just as much.”

"She will." Frankie predicts. "She is Benjamin in puppy form." He teases, sending a small wink towards the younger man. "She's gonna adore her and protect her, just like her daddy Benny."

Picking out what they wanted to be called as fathers had been a long-winded process, wanting to make sure they had distinct names so they could eventually teach the baby how to call for each of them individually. Deciding on daddy and papí had made both men so happy that they had cried telling you about it.

Benny beams, nodding eagerly. “You know it. No one’s gonna mess with our daughter. Between Idgie and me, she’ll be ruling the playground.”

“Kindergarten Crime Boss.” The joke makes all three of you laugh and Frankie shakes his head as he gives Idgie belly rubs.

“She’s a good girl, yes you are.” Frankie coos to the happy puppy as she yips and tries to chase his hand.

“I think I like the nature names the best.” You tell them out of nowhere, looking up from where your hands had been smoothing over your belly. A large portion of your baby girl name list were names from nature and you’ve been looking at those names secretly on your own for weeks now.

Frankie freezes, looking down at Idgie. “Which ones are speaking to you, sweetheart?” He asks, curious if you have any favorites out of the ones on the list.

“Maybe Autumn? Or Flora…or Daphne?” The way you shrug clearly shows how self-conscious you are about the topic even though it makes you unbelievably happy to think about. Naming your child is a huge decision.

“I like those.” Benny agrees and Frankie nods.

“I was along the lines of Sierra or Luna.” He admits, smiling softly. He reaches over to stroke your stomach. “I’m okay with any name as long as she is healthy and bears our last name.”

“That sounds like a nice top five.” The smile on Frankie’s lips makes it onto yours. “We don’t need to decide today. I just…knowing the baby is a girl, it made me think.”

“We are going to have to get started building her a dream play area.” Benny pipes up. “Not just a princess tower, but girls do cool shit too. Badass spaceship and teach her how to slay her own dragons.”

“A fighter like daddy and a pilot like papí.” The idea of such personal things made with love for the baby makes your heart swell, and you squeeze Frankie’s hand gently in your own. “I love you guys.”

“Baby, you have given us everything we’ve ever wanted.” Frankie assures you. “Every fucking thing. You—you’re completing our family. First with you and now with our little bean.”

“We all know she won’t be an only child.” At least, you have all expressed wanting more than one child, so as long as it isn’t a danger to your health, you’re planning on having one more.

“Of course not, but if she was it – hell, if you didn’t want kids – we would be complete with you.” That had been a conversation at one point because while Benjamin wanted to be a father, he had wanted you more.

“It’s a good thing we all wanted to be parents, then.” Nothing in the world has made you happier than this progression - the pregnancy and the guys’ proposal, the wedding and the honeymoon - all of it leading up to the arrival of your first little Bean. It’s the perfect dream that you never expected to get, and you’re so grateful to have found men who share it.

“Okay, no crying on Christmas.” Frankie declares before he rolls his eyes. “No more crying on Christmas, how about that?” He corrects, knowing tears have already happened. “Today is going to be perfect.”

“Today already is perfect.” Benny declares, burying his face in Idgie’s little pot belly when she trots back over to him and flops on her back at his side. “Isn’t it, good girl? Isn’t today perfect?”

Frankie grins at Benny, reaching over and caressing your stomach before he leans over and presses a kiss to your belly, receiving an enthusiastic kick for his attention. “Absolutely perfect.”

“Seems like the bean is enjoying herself, too.” Just something as simple as having a pronoun for the baby nearly has you blubbering again, but you exhale deeply and manage to keep the happy tears at bay.

“She’s going to enjoy every Christmas.” Frankie vows, watching as Benny fawns over the puppy. He doesn’t miss the happy tears and the way that he has tucked the little note into his pocket. Frankie winds his arm around your back and pulls you towards him. “We’re going to remember this for the rest of our lives.” He hums. “And next year, we’ll be holding our other sweet girl and watching the three of them play together.”

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Contentment

Summary: Frankie is bored with the movie Benny is watching and distracts himself.

Pairing: Frankie Morales/Benny Miller Rating: Explicit | Word count: 430

Warnings: Cock warming, oral sex, elements of Dom/sub

Note: This has not been beta read, so apologies for any mistakes. This was a request from anon as part of my 200 Follower Celebration. Divider by @saradika-graphics

The movie didn’t interest him. Its plot was painfully generic, the dialogue ridiculous and the character horribly two-dimensional. Slouched on the couch, Frankie rolled his eyes. He couldn’t understand why Benny like this shit, but when he glanced over, he could see the younger man with his eyes fixed on the screen. He was clearly loving it. 

Scooting a little closer, Frankie leaned down to rest his head on Benny’s shoulder, smiling as the other man sighed happily. Reaching over slowly, Frankie lay his hand on Benny’s thigh, feeling the heat of his skin through the thin material of his khaki pants. And for a few moments Frankie was content to rest like that, slowly rubbing thumb along Benny’s thigh.

But eventually Frankie began to get bored again, and his eye line drifted from the terrible movie to Benny’s crotch. It would be so easy to open his fly and pull out his cock. Frankie’s own dick twitched awake in his jeans, and his mouth practically watered with anticipation at the though.

In one smooth movement, Frankie lowered himself down until his head was almost resting on Benny’s lap and began to tug open the zipper. Then, teasing the fabric open, Frankie gently pulled out Benny’s flaccid length.

“What are you up to?” Benny’s voice rumbled above him, clearly amusement and intrigued.

“Movie’s shit.” Frankie muttered, before leaning forward and engulfing Benny’s soft cock in his mouth.

Resting his head properly on Benny’s lap, Frankie settled as he felt the heavy weight of the other man’s dick filling his mouth. Benny’s girth stretched Frankie’s lips as he worked the flaccid length into his mouth until the head nudged the back of his throat. Even soft Benny’s dick was impressive, pushing Frankie’s tongue flat against the floor of his mouth. His own cock was erect now at the thought of Benny getting hard in his mouth, warm in his throat, slightly choking him

“Well, I'm gonna keep watching it.” Benny ran his fingers through Frankie’s curls. “So you be a good boy and keep my dick warm until it’s done.”

Frankie couldn’t answer. He didn’t need or want to. Letting his eyes flutter close while Benny continued to pet his hair. Time lost all meaning and the movie faded into the background as Benny grew in his mouth. The fingers in his hair and Benny’s gentle words of praise were all that kept Frankie tethering to reality.

“You’re doing so well Fish.” Benny soothed, even as Frankie made muffled whining noises around his thick cock. “Almost finished, then I’ll fuck you.”

[for-a-longlongtime]

I saw you reblogged suggestions for queer Pedro boy fics (and all of those are absolutely lovely, I thought maybe I could suggest another and if it is not what you are looking for / along the same lines, please ignore me). WardenParker (co-written with absurdthirst) has five fics in their “Together” Universe (Frankie x female Reader x Benny Miller)

both of their masterlists have several other pairings that I highly recommend

Dear Anon, thank you so much for sending this to me!! 😘 I can’t believe that I overlooked those! As a matter of fact, I’m not even sure I’ve come across the Together universe fics before… I love @wardenparker’s writing so this is a real treat to come across! 😍

Obv I need to tag @romanarose @rhoorl @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @laurfilijames @musings-of-a-rose and… @avastrasposts (I think?) to let you know about this! @legendary-pink-dot @nerdieforpedro @linzels-blog @alltheglitterandtheroar sandwich alert, too

Anyone Benny/FishBen lovers I’m forgetting atm?

Ps: if anyone ever feels like sending me a heads up about queer fic to let me know about something i may not have read/seen before, please do! Always happy to share asks like this to boost reach!

[romana-updates]

Hi everyone it’s romana from @romanarose and @romana-after-dark!

I decided to make this as a place to rb Pedro pascal fics, dark or not! Many will be from my own blogs but also any ones that I read!

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