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Drabble Roulette: You made your bed

For this round, drabbles are written based on a random choice of character and image from this pinterest board. Pls feel free to keep adding to it.

Character: William "Ironhead" Miller

Prompt

Warnings: this drabble includes elements such as mentions of violence, stealing, and death. Please mind these warnings and take care.

Explicit, 18+. Please reblog and leave some feedback.

The motel has that smell to it. They all do. The furniture is outdated but what can you expect with burnt out neon sign and cash payment.

You don’t have a choice. This is where you’ll be for the night. The gun barrel jabbing under your shoulder blade urges you inside as the man behind you breathes down your back. He doesn’t have to order you inside as you break the threshold without a word. 

He pokes you away from him with the nuzzle and you march ahead. He snaps the door shut behind him and you wince, instinctively moving to cross your arms. He growls. 

“Hands up,” he grits. 

You obey and face him. He looks you up and down as he holsters the gun. His blue eyes are cold as ice. 

“Whatever you think I did--” 

“I know what you did,” he insists. “Real clever, little girl.” 

You look down and shrug. It’s not the first time you’ve been in trouble but the police will let you go for a cut. The people you steal from aren’t so easy to bargain with.  

“Gotta survive somehow--” 

“Survive?” He scoffs, “I’m sure my buddies will understand that. You’re just scraping the bottom of the bin, aren’t you? A mil sure isn’t just enough to survive.” 

“I found it,” you insist. That’s true. You did find the bag, it just happened to be after some very intentional scouting. 

“Sure, the fuck you did. Sit down.” 

He points to one of the beds. You huff and approach the one near the back wall. You glance over at the box television then at the wrinkled bedspread. You turn and sit heavily so the springs squeak. 

“You got it back though,” you argue. 

“Don’t act so precious with me, sweetheart.” 

You watch him dully as he unzips his jacket and peels it off. He lets out a grunt as he pushes his head to one side then the other. His joints crack loudly. 

“Maybe if you hadn’t run, I’d think about it,” he growls. 

“What was I supposed to do? What would you do?” 

“Not steal from dangerous fucking men,” he barks, “trained men. Do you know what I could do to you?” 

You inhale and touch your bruised ribs. You’re more than aware. His gaze follows the subtle movement. He scoffs. 

“That was me playing nice.” 

“If you’re just taking me wherever to kill me, then you shouldn’t waste all this time. Just do it.” 

“Don’t play brave. I know you’re scared.” 

“Yeah, I am. So that’s it. You and your buddies get off on it. You gonna use that training to draw it out. Over a fucking bag.” 

He snorts and shakes his head, “you’re real fucking cute. I gotta give it to ya, you’re holding it together but...” he pauses and looks down.

His stretches his fingers wide and the veins in his arms bulge. He turns his palms up and closes his fists. He considers his arms closely.

“I promised them I’d bring the culprit back. Alive...” he tilts his head as he looks up, “as long as you’re still breathing...” 

You tense and fold your hands in your lap. You gulp. 

“Got it. No way out.” 

He stares at you. He doesn’t move or speak. Your heart races wildly at the ice in his gaze. 

“Gotta shower. We got a long way to go.” 

He strides around the other bed and past the one you sit on. He snaps his fingers. You wince and look over your shoulder as he stops by the darkened doorway. 

“You think I’m stupid, get the fuck in here,” he snarls. 

You look forward again and steel yourself. Your adrenaline pumps hotly as you make yourself stand. You shuffle around to him as he reaches inside to flick on the tinged light. He stands against the frame to let you past. You stagger as he swings his large hand against your ass. 

“You can wash my back,” he taunts as he groans and you see him roll his shoulder in the mirror. “Think I pulled something beating your ass.” 

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A Lesson in Greed

Will teaches you not to be greedy.

(And also, that your orgasms belong to him).

Rating: Explicit 18+ MDNI

Warnings: Dom/sub. Dominance. Dom William "Ironhead" Miller. Control. Teasing. Orgasm Control. Forced Orgasm. Orgasm Delay/Denial. Multiple Orgasms. Power Dynamics. Caretaking. Brat Tamer William “Ironhead” Miller. Pet Names. Daddy Kink. Sex Toys. Clit torture. Aftercare.

Word Count: ~ 2.1k

“No, no, baby, you do what I say,” Will chides you, as he holds the vibrator against your clit.

He grinds it a little, angling it down, causing your hips to attempt to buck against him, but he tightens his legs down, stronger over yours.

“You wanna cum without permission, you have to deal with the consequences,” he says, softly, planting a gentle kiss behind your ear and you can hear the smile in his tone.

You whine out a breath, body jerking, wondering how you’d gotten yourself into this position.

Will had come home, just a little while earlier, after finishing a job with his dad. He’d been pent up and dragged you straight to bedroom, silent as he undressed you and laid you down on the bed.

He was firm, in-control, not too unusual from his normal mood, but the one thing he had said to you was, ‘Don’t cum.’

He didn’t normally control your orgasms like this, preferring to allow you to freely cum, whenever you felt like it. He liked giving you multiple orgasms, was proud of how wet you could get.

But tonight, something was different. He wanted to completely Dominate you, and that included your pleasure.

However, he didn’t make it easy. Relentlessly rubbing your clit, nipping behind your ear, thrusting deeply, but gently into that spot inside you that pushed you closer and closer to the edge, until… it happened.

Will felt you flutter around him, liquid gushing between you and pulled out with a derisive ‘tut’ coming from his lips.

“Baby,” he admonished. “I asked you to do one thing for me. Not cum. And you couldn’t even listen.” His tone callous.

He’d pulled out you, sat up against the headboard, brought you to sit in his laps, legs spread wide, trapped under his, and his withdrew your little clit vibrator from the bedside drawer.

Looking down at you over your shoulder, he asked, “Is this fully charged?”

Letting a soft, shaky breath out, you nodded your head, whispering, “Uh, ye-… Yes,” you stammered, uncertainty tinged in the tone.

He doubled down, gripping your chin tightly with the hand holding the vibrator.

“Sweetheart,” his voice was hard. “I’m gonna ask again, and you’d better be sure. If it ain’t gonna last…” he threatens, looking deep into your eyes, realisation setting in.

Before he can ask, you nod more firmly, voice stronger, responding, “Yes, Sir. It’s fully charged. I charged it yesterday…” you trail off, breath hitching as he nodded his appreciation.

That was thirty minutes ago and however many orgasms.

You’d lost count.

“That’s it, darlin’, good girl…” he whispers against your ear, his hard cock straining against your back, feeling him shift slightly as he twists the vibrator a little, hitting the underside of your clit as he holds it firm, pressure causing another flood of liquid to rush out of you as your back arches, your legs stiffen and your toes curl.

“Oh… oh… hnnn… please…” you cry out as your orgasm subsides.

“Shh… shh… there’s my good girl,” Will soothes, briefly lifting the buzzing vibrator off your clit while kissing your cheek. You turn your head so he meets your lips and he eagerly kisses your mouth.

He brings his fingers to roll your hard and sensitive clit, the vibrator still buzzing, occasionally knocking your puffy cunt as he prods and tickles your clit.

“Oh god… Will… please… I can’t-” you beg as he brings his other hand down from where he had been firmly holding your head to slap at your breast.

“You can,” he tells you, voice hard. “I know what you need, baby. Don’t tell me what you can’t handle,” he says, mimicking your earlier cry.

He slips the vibrator back onto your clit and you let out a low moan.

He rolls the tip around your nub, dipping down a little, giving you a bit of breathing room, but not for long, as he loves torturing your clit.

“Mmm… that’s it… there ya go, baby,” he praises, bucking his hips and hardened dick against your backside. “Gonna cum again for me, darlin’,” he tells you, and you immediately do.

“Fuuuuuuck!” You exclaim as Will just chuckles behind your ear. “Hnnn… please.. Will.. hnn…” you groan as he digs the vibrator deeper against your folds, not giving you a second’s reprieve, trying to make you cum again.

“You want to disobey me, baby, you have to deal with the consequences,” he says, matter-of-factly.

“You need to listen to what I say,” he orders, clicking the vibrator up a notch, the buzzing intensifies.

“You need to do what I tell you to,” he directs, pulling your legs further apart with his calves and twisting the vibrator over the head of your clit, and around to the side.

“You need to be a good girl for me, baby. Do what Daddy says,” he finishes, bringing his spare hand down to push against your mound, trapping you further, but putting pressure on the spot just above your clit as he digs the vibrator against your clit, setting the tiny bundle of nerves alight.

“Arghhhhhhhhh…. FUUUUCK!” You scream out as your orgasm explodes out of you, gushing all over yours and Will’s thighs.

“Oh… baby, you know I love it when you squirt,” he tells you, the grin evident in his voice.

He clicks the vibrator off, tossing it to the side and expertly and effortlessly manoeuvring your body to flip you around to face him, seating you over his lap, your legs wrapping around his hips lazily.

He groans, wasting no time, running his knuckles gently through your soaked folds, before grabbing his hard, leaking, angry looking tip and pushing the head into your tight passage.

“Hnnnn…” you groan as he simultaneously moans, “Fuuuuck, baby,” a low growl coming through.

He isn’t slow, but he doesn’t fuck up into you roughly, merely ensuring he gets his thick, long dick all the way inside, causing you endless pleasure as he breaches your tight cunt and fits himself fully inside you, grabbing your hips to pull you down to sit snugly against him.

“Ohhh… fuck…” you call out as his rough movement causes the tip of his big dick to reach that spot inside you.

“I know, baby, I know,” he murmurs, nuzzling your neck.

You throw your head back, gasping as he strokes his long length up inside you, your hips meeting his.

Your hands wrap around his shoulders, tugging at his hair at the nape of his neck as he tilts his head down at you, placing a rough kiss on your forehead, then your nose, and finally, as you lift your head to meet him, your lips.

You moan into his mouth as he bites your lip and slips his tongue inside, consuming you with his Dominance.

“Uhnnnnn….” You moan as his pace fucking up unto you quickens a little.

“Yeah baby, yeah… hnnn… that’s it,” he goads, tightening his grip on your hip and bringing his other hand back down to tease your clit.

Oversensitivity still ripe, you bring a hand down to grab his wrist before you can even think about what you’re doing.

He pauses. His hips still. His cock stiff inside you. His palm resting near your clit and slowly tilts his head down at you, blue eyes icily staring you down.

“What do you think you’re doing, sweetheart?” He taunts, before pulling his hand back slightly and slapping your pussy, index finger catching your clit, firmly.

Thwap!

“Yeowwww!” You cry out, your body wracked with pleasure through the pain.

He slaps your cunt again.

Thwap!

“You don’t try and stop me, little one,” he says, voice incredulous.

Thwap!

“You take,” thwap, “what your Daddy,” thwap, “gives you,” thwap, thwap, THWAP!

“Ohhh… hnnnn… please….” You cry, tears falling from your eyes as he begins fucking back up into you, the hand still on your hip, gripping you down hard on his lap.

“I’m… sorr-“ you hiccup. “I’m so, so, sorry, Daddy,” you whine as you feel yourself edging closer and closer to another orgasm.

“Hmmm,” he says, thoughtfully, as he brings his mouth to your lips, kissing you gently, then trailing small kisses up your cheek to your ear. “I know you are, baby,” he says, huffing out a breath as he moves his mouth down to your clavicle, sucking a deep, bruising kiss down there.

He grunts as he fucks his hips up into you, skin slapping at the impact.

“Gonna cum again for me, baby,” he murmurs, breath hitching. “And again, and again. As many times as I want, ain’t that right, sweetheart?” He asks, grinning at you and you try as hard as you can to return the smile, but your body is no longer listening to you.

You’ve hit that space, where Will controls everything that happens and you know he’s going to make you feel even better than you already do.

“Yes… Daddy,” you whine as the tip of his thick cock hits that spot inside you again and again.

You feel your walls clench around him, tightening, bringing him closer, too. His movements become slightly more erratic, letting you know.

His fingers dip down to where he’s thrusting inside you, pushing a finger in alongside and you groan at the stretch.

“Hmmm… yeah, baby, gimme a lil’ more… that’s it,” he murmurs, kissing you just below your ear.

Your body tightens, a low tingling moving from the inside out as he brings his hand back down to your clit, fingering your hard nub, over sensitive from his earlier treatment.

He rubs and taps it in all the right spots. A gentle, tentative touch on the underside. A firm splaying of his fingers around the nub, before rubbing his fingers against it and stroking short thrusts up into you, hitting that spot again and again.

“Ohhh… fuuuckk, Willl…” you moan as another intense orgasm explodes from within, causing your whole body to shake and droop against him.

He removes his hand from your aching clit, bringing it up to wrap around your head, his mouth attached to yours.

You clench around him and hear him groan.

“Fuck, baby, yeah… just like that…” he moans, hips stilling as he shoots his load inside you. Pulse after pulse after pulse, unleashing his Dominance after controlling you all evening.

“Please….” You whimper as he leans back, panting, body jolting from the aftershocks.

He licks his lips, giving you a small smile. “Mmm… baby… so good for me…” leaning in and kissing you firmly, bringing both his hands up to grip your head tightly.

You whimper as a tremble runs through your body and you lean up against him.

“Okay, baby… I got you…” he says, brushing your cheeks with his thumbs, wiping the tears.

He brings a hand down to his cock, still nestled inside you, pulling back and removing his cock from your tight grip with a groan.

He feels your spend come spilling out, followed by his cum and he just chuckles.

He kisses your forehead as he gently places you to lie down on the bed.

You hear him make his way to the bathroom, but can barely keep your eyes open, what with being fucked into bliss by your extremely attentive, Dominant, well-hung husband.

He comes back, brushing your forehead with the cloth, wiping your tear-stained cheeks. He places a gentle kiss to your lips, licking in gently as he reaches between your legs, cleaning you thoroughly.

He leans back, one arm stroking your shoulder gently as he wipes his rapidly softening cock, before tossing the cloth to the side of the room, his natural athleticism coming through, when the cloth falls seamlessly into the laundry hamper.

He nudges you further across the bed, pulling the covers back and climbing in next to you.

“Mmm…” you murmur as he turns you on your side and slots a thigh between your legs, feeling him scoot up right behind you.

He brings a strong arm over your shoulders, softly toying with your boobs, tweaking the nipple.

“Hmmm… please, Will,” you beg, really thinking you’re not going to be able to take anymore tonight.

“Shhhh, darlin’,” he says. “I’m done for today. Just wanna hold you…” His voice is soothing.

You breathe out a content sigh and lean your head back against him.

“Everything okay, Will?” You ask quietly and you feel him nod against you, placing soft kisses against the back of your head.

“Mmm, yeah, baby. Just had to plan some stuff with dad. All good though,” he murmurs, nudging his knee further between your legs. “Go to sleep, baby. I love you.”

You sigh again and rest your head against the pillow, closing your eyes. “Mmm… love you, too.” You reply, before drifting off to sleep.

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Will threatening you with his gun or knife? Or maybe brute force?

dark nsfw belloooowwww

KNIFE! He's no stranger to a gun but he's not trying to kill you, he's not a monster! A gun is no way to treat a lady <3

Will would rather not hold you down, but he will. What's he supposed to do, not have you? not happening. He wouldn't even have the knife to you're throat unless ur fighting to much or screaming. Nooooo a simple blade to the chest will keep you quiet until he's done and y then, several orgasms in, he's certain you'll be his <3

Promoing my dark TF boys bc it did not get the love it deserved lol

Send me an ask to distract me from the horrors

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shake the frost / 2

pairing: william 'ironhead' miller x female reader rating: t (for now) length: 3,044 words content: established relationship with the triple frontier boys, cursing, bruises/cuts, tending to wounds (my jam) summary: you don't expect to find will waiting for you so late at night, and especially not for these reasons. a/n: just a sucker for one person taking care of another while they're hurt. really just feeding into my own agenda here. and also a sucker for some idiots who think their pining is unrequited. read part one link to ao3 here!

Next time.

Two words that had been ringing in Will’s ears, bouncing around his head. Words he’d been repeating to himself because he wasn’t sure you meant it, wasn’t sure what spurred it. Wasn’t sure why it awakened something in him that had been dormant for so long. Two words that felt like a promise of more – more time, more you.

It wasn’t as if it was something novel considering the way he’d looked at you, and caught you looking at him, too. All those fleeting glances you’d both share when he thought the other guys weren’t looking, tiny smiles and faint touches in passing. But this was something different, wasn’t it? A step in a direction he wasn’t certain either of you would make a move toward, or maybe he’d been overthinking the entire thing and it was just something polite you’d offered.

Either way, Will Miller couldn’t seem to get his mind off – nor wrap it around – the idea of ‘next time.’

If only said next time wasn’t under these circumstances, knocking on your front door in the state he was in, hoping that you were actually home. 

You’d just pulled into your parking spot, locking your car door three times as you walked up to your apartment. The silhouette that’s slumped over your door is enough to have all the hairs rising at the back of your neck, one hand digging into your purse to clutch for something you could potentially use as a weapon. Shit, if only you’d listened to Frankie all those years ago, you might’ve been better prepared for moments like this. The only thing you could feel as you rummage in your bag is the dull handle of a switchblade, the one thing you did accept from Frankie if only to appease him and make him feel better about your safety.

And now you were kicking yourself in the fucking ass for not listening.

Tentative steps bring you closer to your door, your fingers grasping the knife tightly as wary eyes assess every inch you can see. In the darkness, you can only make out the fact that the person is a) much, much larger than you and b) hunched over like they might be sleeping. At your door, though? It doesn’t tell you much, save for the fact that you had to be very fucking careful about what might happen next. One more step brings you only a few feet away but the rustling of your clothes is enough to have the other’s head snapping up, and you whip out the knife from where it’d been hiding. “You should–”

“It’s me.”

You’d recognize that voice anywhere. Even in your haziest dreams, you could pick out that deep timbre and husky rasp that belonged to the one man that had no business occupying so much of your thoughts, especially as of late. “Will?” His name is a hushed whisper as you toss the switchblade back into your bag and quickly close the distance between you two. You’re crouching down as he’s pushing himself up, clumsily meeting halfway, your hands rising to settle on his shoulders. Not that he needed you to steady him, but you needed something to steady yourself, the sight of Will Miller sitting at your door something you’d never in a million years think would happen. “What’re you– is everything okay?” Immediately, your thoughts fly to all sorts of scenarios, a wary and assessing gaze raking over him as your palms work in a similar fashion, running up and down his arms like you might find a broken bone or a gaping wound. 

It’s only when your eyes finally land on his face that you notice, in the small sliver of moonlight peeking through a break in the sky, how dark red has matted along his hairline and paired nicely with the cut slicing his brow. Icy blue eyes dance as they search yours and Will remains quiet while you continue your inspection, finding more surface wounds on his lip and jaw, one that clenches when you linger too long. “Come in,” are the only two words you can think to say, reaching past him to shove your key in and unlock your door.

Maybe it’s your imagination, or maybe there really is only just a few inches between you and Will, his heat seeping through your clothes and prickling your skin. You swear you can feel his ragged and warm breath fanning out across your nape, a subtle roll of your neck like that might alleviate some of the tension thickening in the air when you push open the door to let both of you in. “Thank you,” his hoarse voice cuts in before he immediately tacks on an apology, “I’m sorry. I can go if you–”

“No.” You interrupt him before he can spiral. “Stay.”

His reaction is physical. His shoulders sag like that one simple word washed away all of his worries, the divot between his brows smoothing as he takes one step further into your place and then another. You’ve already dropped your bags and shrugged off your sweater, shuffling to the bathroom to grab your first aid kit and wet a towel with warm water. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” Calling out to him, half expecting Will to remain planted where he stood because if there’s one thing about the stoic blonde man standing in your home, he always knew boundaries.

But when you close the medicine cabinet and turn on a heel, you nearly smack into a solid wall of carved muscle, one palm flying up to meet his firm chest to keep yourself upright. “Oh– Will–” blurting out his name while colour steals across your cheeks, “um, you can just have a seat there, then.” He takes orders so well, almost as well as he gives them. The only reason you know what that might sound like is because you’ve heard him bark them out to his brother Benny, even to Frankie and Santi. There’s no way it was anywhere near how he sounded when he’s on the field and you’re not delusional enough to think so, but it’s always been enough to strike a match in your gut. To spark that flame that burned for William Miller.

That same fire is ignited the second you lock your gaze with his pool of blues, tipping your head to the side with a cocked brow. Imploring him with your expression alone, hoping that he’d take the bait or feel comfortable enough to say something – anything – as you slowly and gently bring the edge of the warm towel up to wipe away the dried blood on his temple. “Benny got into somethin’ stupid after his fight tonight,” Will grumbled, those bright arctic irides breaking away from yours for a beat, “they didn’t like how he mouthed off too much in the ring. I told him one day it’d come to bite him in the ass, but you know Benny.” He huffs out a breath, one that tickles the sliver of skin peeking from your shirt, a lick of your lips to hide the way you noticed and zeroed in on the sensation so quickly. 

“Mmhm. In one ear–” “Out the other,” he finishes with a dry chuckle. 

Will barely flinches as you start to clean out his wounds, pressing damp alcohol-soaked pads to open cuts. It’s a testament to all that he’s endured out in the field, things far worse than you can ever imagine. Things far worse than what you’ve seen with your own two eyes at the hospital. You remember Frankie talking about a gunshot wound on their last ‘mission’ that Will simply patched up with a few pads of gauze, and even remembering the way Frankie told the story has your brows pinching together with distaste. “Is it bad?” Will murmurs, bringing your eyes down to his again.

“No, it’s not bad.” Were you really that easy to read, or maybe this close Will can just see right through you? “Are you feeling okay? Need a painkiller or something?”

“Probably just some water but I can wait.”

A hint of a smile teases the edges of your lips, wanting to lighten the sullen mood that’s fallen between you two. “I’ll make it quick, then.”

And you do, as much as you could. All of the open wounds were small enough that Will didn’t need any stitches; a few slips of the skin glue enough to close them, followed by pressing the thin adhesive strip bandages on top to make sure everything held. You lean in close when you get to the cut along his cheek, not wanting to mess up something that could’ve otherwise turned into a scar. Not that you thought Will would mind or didn’t have plenty of those, but you’d always been cautious about the face for any of your patients and he was no different. So focused on your work, steady fingers brushing back the small bandage, you don’t notice just how close your mouths are until you start to speak, the bristles of his beard tickling the edges of your pout. “Good as new,” you chime and without thinking, continue to say, “handsome as ever.”

If the ground could open you up and swallow you whole, you’d thank all your lucky stars and maybe even become religious. Had you really just said that? Heart hammering a bruise behind your ribs, you dare to steal a glance at Will’s face, hoping and praying and wishing you’d find something akin to indifference written over it. An indicator that he didn’t hear what you just said or maybe that he’d spare you and ignore it. Instead, you find a slick shine on his lower lip, a flirt of his tongue before he pulls it in while those thick, blonde lashes bat against his cheek. It’s silent for a few seconds, the weight of your words hanging over you like a blanket, and as soon as you open your mouth to say something, Will’s hand finds a home on your hip.

“It’s okay.” His tone stuns you, softer than you’ve ever heard it, swallowing thickly as you give him a shallow nod. “I didn’t mean to come here so late. Thank you for helping me. I was going to drive myself to the emergency, but Benny thought it’d be better to come see you directly. He all but followed me to make sure I actually didn’t go anywhere else.” All the while his thumb starts an absent sweeping motion, snagging on the hem of your shirt and sending goosebumps spreading fast on your skin.

“I’m glad you did, Will. You’d have been sitting in the waiting room for hours, you know.” Your fingers trail down until they brush over his knuckles, the same ones still holding you steady. “A heads up would’ve been nice, though, I guess.”

You’re not sure where this drop of courage is coming from. Maybe it’s the fact that Will took the lead here, the fact that his palm seems to press in more firmly where it lay. But as you search his eyes for a response, you can see the very second the moment splits into two. The moment where reality rears its ugly head and presents the staggering truth: too much. This is too much, too soon. There’s a faint quiver to Will’s lower lip, a muscle feathering in his jaw, and a few blinks is all it takes for those arctic blues to gloss over with something colder. Something you’ve seen in his eyes before, usually at the start of the night when he’s still had all his guards up and the others were around keeping a watchful and protective stance around you. Or when you’d overhear him and the guys talking about their pasts, especially their old friend. Or even the times you listened to Will’s speeches, recounting the eventful situation he found himself in at the grocery store when he all but lost his grip and sense.

“It won’t happen again. I’m sorry.” His hands drop as low as his voice, the words leaking of shame.

You won’t pretend to ever know what happened between Will and his ex, or even Will on the last mission, but it doesn’t take a genius to recognize the wheels turning behind those wary eyes. His entire face twists like he’s trying to hide the visceral need to run, and the warning signs flood the forefront of your mind as Frankie’s booming voice echoes between your ears: it’s a bad idea, he’s not ready, he’ll hurt you, you’ll hurt each other.

“It’s okay, Will.” Barely above a whisper, you say the three words you hope will settle in his bones the same time you step back to put a small gap between your aching bodies. His aching undoubtedly from the fight he’d put up for Benny and yours for different reasons entirely, emphasized by the fact that every fibre of your being is reaching out to return to his orbit. 

His hands clasp together in front of him, another sharp breath slipping past those lips before he rises to his full height. It takes you too long to point out that his knuckles still have dried blood on them, but it’s clear he has no intent on staying any longer than necessary. Hiding the hurt from your face was easy enough but the way it stings the corner of your eyes is something that’s more challenging to tamp down. Twisting your body away from him and ducking your chin into your chest, you try to stride out of the bathroom, but his words have you faltering right at the threshold. “Do I owe you something for this?”

“What?” Brows bunching together into a frown, you peer at him over your shoulder. “No, Will. You don’t owe me anything.”

Is it relief you see as tension uncoils from his body? Like maybe the fact that he didn’t owe you anything meant he didn’t have to talk about this night, relive it, or see you again? Your mind is racing a mile a minute, your steps faster as you make it to your living room and leave him following behind. “Hey,” Will’s voice is strained and again, it has your resolve wavering, leaning against the back of the couch as you slowly turn to face him, “thank you. I’m not sure what else to say. I know seeing a man sitting at your door late at night probably wasn’t the most welcoming thing, and out of the blue, too. I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.” You don’t mean to snap, the words falling out with a bite, but it’s too late to take them back. The only thing you can do is cast your eyes up at Will with a hint of regret flashing across your face. Because you did want him to stop saying sorry, to stop feeling bad for leaning on you when he needed help. Because you’re hit with the realization that refusing and turning him away at the door was never even an option. “It’s okay. Really, Will. I mean it. I’m happy to help you.” You admit softly, sucking in a breath to keep the momentum going, pivoting at the last second to turn the conversation into something less daunting as you murmur, “though I guess I thought the next time would’ve been under different circumstances.”

This seems to do the trick, lifting the veil of tension even for a brief moment, allowing you to catch a ghost of a smile when the lines on Will’s cheek deepen. “Mmhm, yeah. Would’ve been nicer if it were, I imagine.”

Fidgeting with your fingers yet unable to keep your attention away from him for too long, your eyes dance between your own hands and his. “Do you want me to take care of that, or…?” A little matted blood only needed a good wash, but you’d take the opportunity to tend to him if he allowed it.

Blue eyes dart down to meet where you’re looking, a quiet hum sounding in your apartment that feels like a ticking time bomb minutes before the inevitable crash. It comes far too quickly, and far too quietly, hitting you harder than you’re prepared for. “No, it’s okay. I should go.”

Whatever bubble you’d convinced yourself you were in pops, the moment once again splitting into pieces. This time, more than two, dropping around you helplessly and all you can do is agree with him as it slips like water between your fingers. “Okay.” After all, you'd have no right to ask him to stay. He’d already done that, and now Will’s decided it’s his time to leave. Palms slicking with sweat, you find yourself nervous. Find yourself wondering, not for the first time since you’ve known Will, why you were so nervous around him. It’s just Will, you remind yourself, something that’s becoming more of a mantra these days. “You drove here? You’ll be alright?”

“I’ll be alright.”

But would you be alright? It’s hard to tell because the longer Will lingers in front of you, the longer your mind strays. Is he second guessing himself? Is this all in your head? Is he going to shrug his jacket off and change his mind? Through the corner of your eye and in the dim light of your living room, you see the way his fingers twitch as it slowly rises. Inches before they can touch any part of you, it fades, your heart sinking into your stomach.

Only for it to crawl back up to lodge in your throat when the scent of Will threatens to overwhelm you as he steps in to press a kiss to the crown of your head, another muffled ��next time, then,” before he’s skirting past you, opening your door, and leaving.

Leaving you with even more conflicted thoughts about Will Miller, ones that replay over and over again the entire night. Ones that blend into a flurry of emotions as you clean up and ready yourself for bed, ones that have you picking up your phone in the dark to type out a hurried text

'You should’ve stayed. Next time?'

[intoanotherworld23]

Deep Water

Characters: William Miller, Ben Miller, Francisco Morales and Santiago Garcia, and female reader

Warnings: Mentions of killing and blood, shooting, dead body, murder, drinking, swear words, drugging, and kidnapping

Summary: Drowning your sorrows in another bar since the mysterious murder of your family, your luck seems to run out that night when you witness a horrific murder done by the most ruthless mob in the city known as The Frontiers

I rewatched Triple Frontier for like the millionth time, and then got stuck in a loophole of reading all kinds of Triple Frontier fics, and decided to go ahead a write something of my own and was completely inspired by many people! I really hope you guys enjoy this one cause I think this is going to be an amazing read!! If you wish to be added to the tag list be sure to let me know in the comments or my ask box! Also sorry for this but I’m tagging everyone on my tag list for the first chapter just to get more opinions about this! Thank you so much! XOXO

Part 2

Not understanding why you did it, but you always ended up at the bar. Feeling the liquid burn down your throat making you hiss. The bartender laughed shaking his head every time you motioned for another drink.

Looking around the room there were all kinds of people here. Feeling your body slouching in the chair, but nobody seemed to pay attention to you. It almost seemed as if they were doing everything they could to avoid you.

Being used to that feeling of loneliness it didn't faze you not having anybody. Ever since your family was killed you were numb to every feeling you could ever have.

Coming home to finding your parents and older brothers bloody bodies on the living room floor. Wondering how they were so easily killed even when they were heavily guarded. Nobody knew who killed them, and the entire case was dropped.

Ever since they were killed people didn't look at you, and they certainly didn't want anything to do with you. It puzzled you why wondering who your family really was. There was something more to them, and you certainly weren't interested in finding out.

Your mother never told you what your father did, and always kept it hush. All you can really remember is random men always coming over wearing suits and serious faces. His office was a forbidden room, and never allowed anyone in there.

All you know is your father made a lot of money and was a very powerful man. People in a sense feared your father but you didn't realize any of this until after he was killed. Questions running through your mind all the time that would go unanswered.

"Want something else?" The bartenders voice intruded your thoughts. "Maybe the tab."

"Yeah yeah I get it." Grumbling as you shuffled through your purse pulling out your card handing it to him. "What's so great about this place anyway."

"Do you not know who owns the bar?" He seemed surprised by your question as he stood there his eyes wide.

"No." You strung out the word shaking your head your full attention on him. “Should I?”

"The Frontiers own this place." He spoke the words hushed afraid they would hear him, and appear from the darkness. "The ruthless mobsters that run this city."

"They own this bar?" Saying more to yourself then the bartender who chuckled at your shocked response.

"Yeah they own this bar." Watching as he swiped your card through the machine. "Along with every other bar in this city. Or at least Ironhead is the one who owns them.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Slapping a hand on your forehead in disbelief as you sighed loudly.

“I wish I was hon but yeah this is their bar.” Pressing his lips together with raised eyebrows a sympathetic look on his face.

"I had no idea." Your voice quiet as you started to look around hoping they didn't sneak there way in here.

"Sweetheart the minute you walk out into the streets." He started to say as you looked up into his eyes. "They own you already."

Gulping so loudly you felt everyone could hear it. If it wasn't for the liquor you had in your system you would have ran out of this place so fast you would leave a trail of smoke.

You've never seen them before but you certainly have heard of them. Knowing what they did to people who betrayed them, or simply even pissed them off. They could kill anyone and nobody could touch them.

All you really knew about them was there names. Santiago, Francisco, William and Ben Miller who were brothers. You also knew they had nicknames like Fish, Ironhead, Pope and Benny. Will was the leader of the group and was the most ruthless out of all of them. Frankie was his second in command, along with Santiago and Benny.

"Here you go." Soon as he handed you back your card you shoved it into your purse hopping off the chair stumbling a bit on your feet. "Have a good night."

"Thanks." Mumbling with a stoic look still being polite to which he responded with a small smile and a nod.

Looking around for the exit you just started to walk letting your legs take over hoping you would just find your way out of here. Stumbling down the hall seeing a red neon sign above a door that read exit.

Not planning to get this intoxicated when you unknowingly entered the Frontiers bar. At least they didn't know up here and start causing violence like they were known to do. Just wanting to get home and pass out on top of your bed.

As you pushed the door open a cold breeze gushed around your body. Tugging your jacket tighter to your now shivering body as you looked around. Turning to start heading back to your apartment.

The streets were empty and it was eerily quiet. Not even a car was driving by which was making you a little nervous. The alcohol flowing through your system was making you a little more paranoid then usual.

Moving your legs as quickly as you could just wanting to get home so you could sleep this feeling off. Your heels clacking against the pavement it sounding louder than it usually would.

"Where the fucks our money?" A dark voice shouted from the inside of an alley making your feet stop in there tracks.

"Don't make us ask you again." It was a different voice but sounded just as dark.

Unaware that your feet were slowing moving towards the potentially dangerous sounds. Clutching your purse tightly to your chest as you peeled around the corner of the alley. Your eyes locked on three men standing around another man. His hands tied behind his back and his head slumped forward.

If it wasn't for those stupid drinks your ass would have been home already. Instead your curiosity got the better of you and you had to see for yourself what was going on.

All you could make out was their faces. The man holding the gun had tan skin with dark hair and a matching mustache, and the man to the right of him had blonde hair with a matching scruffy beard, and the man to the left had darkish hair with thin scuff around his lower face.

It shocked you how good looking these men really were especially the one holding the gun. Whoever these mysterious handsome men were they certainly had something dark and dangerous about them.

What intrigued you the most was the one with the blonde hair who had sparkling blue eyes that shined beneath the moon light, and gave him an even more menacing look. A shiver ran up your spine at the thought of getting a look up close.

"I'm losing my fucking patience with you Dave." The blonde haired man spoke shaking his head back and forth slowly. He looked and sounded like he was the leader of this group.

"You've got five seconds before I'll blow your head off." The man holding the gun spoke an accent behind his voice.

"I'm telling you I don't have the money Ironhead." The man pleaded as he cried silently begging for his life. "Please don't kill me."

That must be his nickname as the blonde haired man stepped forward crossing his arms across his chest. Kicking something in front of him trying hard not to lose his patience. The man holding the gun kept looking over at him waiting for some time of signal to be given to him.

Gripping the brick of a building you were crouching behind unable to walk away from this scene. It felt like you were watching a movie, and you couldn't take your eyes off it. Your eyes going back and forth between all of them wondering what was going to happen next.

“Then tell us where the fucking money is.” The man screamed louder this time making you jump.

“It’s gone.” He whispered loud enough for them to hear bowing his head down in fear. “He’s got your money.”

"Wrong answer."

Before the man could say anything else a boom rang through the alley, and rand through your ears. Covering your mouth quickly as soon as your felt a scream bubbling in your throat. Watching as the man's body dropped to the floor a pool of blood surrounding his body.

Stepping back from the horrific scene keeping your hand over your mouth just wanting to get out of there. Feeling a tear running down your cheek realizing you had just witnessed a murder. Never have you ever seen someone get shot point black out in the open.

Before you could make it very far your body backed up into another body. Standing there frozen as you heard a light chuckle and a breath near your ear. Wishing you would have just kept walking or could find the urge to run away from this scene.

"Looks like we have a curious little kitten." His hands gripped your waist pushing you forwards towards the other three men. "Should have just walked away sweetheart."

All eyes focused on you as they watched you being pushed towards them looking terrified. The one with the dark hair putting his gun away his eyes looking your body up and down. The man behind you gripped the backs of your arms when he felt you start to move.

It felt like a light was shining down on your figure as you felt all there gazes on you. Just wanting the ground to swallow you whole so you could get out of here. Maybe you should have just stayed in the bar a little longer, and this could have been avoided.

"Who do we have here?" The one with the mustache spoke up hands on his hips as he looked at you with a smirk. "Pretty little thing."

"This little one was watching the whole thing." Your head shoved down in shame and embarrassment knowing you got caught red handed.

"See the whole thing?" You didn't realize you were being asked a question until you felt someone lightly shove you making you look up at the man who was called Ironhead.

"Yes." Squeaking out feeling your mouth becoming very dry.

There was complete silence as you felt his gaze burning a hole in your face. Not realizing how attractive all these men really were until you were standing so close to them. Feeling your cheeks heat up for the thought of even drooling over these killers.

The man holding you stepped next to Ironhead both of them whispering back and forth. He had longer hair than the rest of them, and had an incredibly youthful look about him. They looked like they could be brothers or something.

"Kill her." Was all he said as he turned away cold as ice your eyes wide in fear not thinking tonight was the night of your death.

"What?" The one holding you before stepped closer to you almost in a defensive stance. "Come on Will we don't have to kill her."

"She's a fucking witness Benny." He glared at his partner his voice filled with authority. “The last thing we need is a squeaky wheel.”

"I don't think this one will talk." The man with the darkish hair and sprinkle of gray mixed in looked deeply into your eyes making you turn away.

Benny stepped around you standing directly behind you feeling his body hovering over you protectively. Keeping your eyes focused on other things acting like they weren’t talking about you like you weren’t there.

"You don't know that Pope." He argued back with him.

"I agree with Benny and Pope man." The one with dark brown hair spoke up this time.

"Shut the fuck up Fish." Ironhead snarled feeling conflicted right now as he watched your trembling body in his brothers hands. "All of you shut the fuck up."

These nicknames they were using sounding incredibly familiar. Repeating the names in your head over and over again trying to think of where you had heard them before. It seemed like you were just talking about men who had names like that.

"What's your name?" He asked as he crossed his arms across his chest.

"Y/F/N Y/L/N." Hearing an intake of breath behind you as soon as they heard your last name.

It really confused you as to why they had the reaction they did when you said your name. Maybe they knew who your father was, and would ultimately decide to let you go, or they could tell you more about him than anyone else has. That was a fat chance though and most likely they were enemies.

It suddenly hit you as to who was all standing around you. It was the Frontier men, and you felt your entire body turn into ice. Feeling those drinks starting come back up your throat threatening to spill out of your mouth and onto the concrete.

Feeling like it was just too big of a coincidence drinking unknowingly in there bar, witnessing a murder, and now here you were in there hands. This was definitely not your night.

Having witnessed these ruthless mobsters killing a man in the alley. Feeling even more stupid smacking yourself in the face wishing you would have just walked away. Now here you were facing what felt like a trial on whether you got to live or die.

The three men were standing close together as they quietly spoke with one another. Going back and forth with each other trying to decide what to do with you. All kinds of questions running through your mind right now trying to figure a way out of this.

What was probably just a few minutes felt like hours. Staring down at your feet as the continued to talk. Not paying attention to the fact that Benny was soothingly rubbing your arms up and down.

"She comes with us." Ironhead finally spoke as he scratched his beard sighing loudly coming to this conclusion. "Keep her quiet."

"Please don't." You begged shaking your head hoping they would just let you go, but you had a gut feeling they weren't going to. "Please I promise I won't say a word."

"We can't risk that doll." Fish said with a calm sympathetic tone in his voice giving you a small smile to which you didn't return.

"Please don't kill me." Hearing your voice quiver as tears were flowing down your cheeks now.

"Did you not hear me?" Ironhead cocked his head at you as he stepped closer to you. "We're letting you live."

"Please just let me go." Pushing not letting it go hoping they would become annoyed and decide to just let you safely back home. "Please don't do this to me."

"Take her to the car Benny." Was all he said before he turned around to the other men. "We'll be right behind you."

Ironhead leaned to Benny whispering something in his ear before he looked to you. Benny nodded his head before he turned back to you with no emotion on his face.

"Come on darling let's go." His hand tugged you to face the other way as he led you into the car. "This is for the best."

You couldn't believe that any of this was happening to you right now. The last thing you ever thought was being kidnapped by a bunch of cold hearted ruthless mobsters. Thinking that maybe your family being murdered was already enough.

"I just want to go home." Speaking out loud without realizing it as you shuffled into the car.

"Maybe you should have walked away and minded your own business." He warned you with a look on his face saying not to push him.

Looking away as he wrapped something around your wrists tightly so you couldn’t escape. The fabric burning your skin as you moved your hands wincing at the minor pain. You could tell the man felt bad, but he clearly wasn’t going to help you.

"Maybe I should have." Grumbling as you looked out the car window watching the other men wrap the body up carrying it to the car.

This was like something out of a movie, and you were waiting any minute for the director to yell cut or something. Or pinch yourself hard enough and you’d wake up from this horrific dream.

"There not putting the body in here are they?" Looking over at Benny sitting at the drivers seat bored.

"Yeah of course." He shook his head with a light chuckle before he turned around to face you. "Can't have somebody finding it."

“Or maybe you just shouldn’t have killed the guy.” Spitting out before you could stop yourself but it seemed to amuse him.

“Well shit you sure got bite.” He bellowed out in disbelief at how you were talking to him considering everything. “We’ll get along just fine you and I.”

Your heart was starting to race rapidly as you sat frozen in your seat. Palms were sweating horribly as you felt the bile rising in your throat again. Your chest was heaving up and down as you slowly felt yourself start to panic.

Not moving a muscle as the three men stuffed the bloody body into the trunk of the car. Slamming it shut making your jump terror coursing through your body at the thought of being in a car with four killers.

Ironhead got into the passenger seat, and Fish and Pope got on either side of you. The tension was thick in the car, and you were starting to become overheated and overwhelmed. You can throw out not getting into cars with strangers out the window.

“What are you guys going to do with me?” Timidly asking once they all got settled in the car. There was silence for a couple of seconds which was making you even more nervous.

“That all depends on you.” A stern voice responded from the front making your eyes diverge to him.

“Behave and you’ll be okay.” Pope answered reassuringly to you, but nothing about his words felt reassuring at all.

One wrong move or wrong answer, and you could possibly end up like the man wrapped in tarp in the trunk. These were ruthless men who would kill anyone including you. For some reason though thankfully they decided to keep you alive. Well at least for the time being probably.

"Sorry about this sweetheart." Fish said with a pathetic smile before you felt something prick your neck before you could let out a scream.

Quickly realizing that it was a needle that went into your skin. Your vision was getting blurry, and you felt like the car was spinning. Trying to keep your eyes open fighting whatever drug he injected you with.

Feeling your body going limp as you slumped in your seat rolling your head to the side against Popes shoulder. Benny looked in the rear view mirror feeling sorry that this was happening to you.

"Go Benny." Ironhead growled not bothering to check if you were okay.

The last thing you remember was the sound of a roaring engine before darkness completely took over your body.

[musings-of-a-rose]

Build Me Up - Chapter 3

Pairing: William “Ironhead” Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 4800+

Rating: M for mature - 18+ only!

Warnings: Mature themes and some canon mentioned. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

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<<;Chapter 2<<

“But what if they don’t like me?” You were standing in your closet, trying to find something to wear to the bar. Will had invited you to meet his friends and brother for the first time, and you were freaking out a little.

Will chuckles, getting up from where he was sitting on the edge of your bed to join you in your closet. He gently grips your wrist, pulling you towards him. His blue steel eyes lock on yours and you can feel yourself relaxing under his gaze. “They’re going to love you, Robin.”

“But-” He silences you with his lips, gently placing a kiss on yours, making you forget your worries. The kiss takes a sudden spicy turn, Will gripping your hip with one hand and putting his other hand out, backing you up against the only exposed wall in your closet, pushing you against it. 

“You know,” you say, breathless as he sucks on your neck. “I think my closet is the only place in my apartment that you haven’t fucked me.”

He chuckles into your skin and goosebumps erupt down your arm. “Well, we’ll have to fix that.”

“We’ll be late?” 

“I don’t care.”

—

Somehow, you managed to arrive only a handful of minutes late, his friends only having just sat down. They all occupied a big, round booth at the back of the place, a couple of them sitting with who you assume are their girlfriends.

“Hey, bro!” This giant man, somehow taller than Will, also with blonde hair and the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen, gets up and gives him a hug, turning those blue eyes to you and you feel yourself being studied under them.

“You must be Robin. Nice to finally meet you.” He sticks his hand out and you take it, giving him a firm handshake.

“Benny, right?”

“That’s me. Will won’t stop talking about you. I was thinking he made you up.”

You pat your body down. “Nope. Real.”

He chuckles. “I like you already. Oh! This is my girlfriend, Jamie.” Benny gestures to the woman already sitting in the booth next to him, dark hair cascading down her shoulders as she waves at you. 

Will continues for Benny as he sits next to Jamie, everyone waving as Will introduces them. “Santi, Tom, his wife Molly, and Frankie and his wife Vanessa.”

“Nice to meet you all.”

They all say similar things as you slide into the seat next to Benny, Will sandwiching you in between the Miller brothers.

“So, Will tells us you’re an archery coach?” Frankie asks as he takes a sip of his beer.

You nod. “I am.”

“That’s really fuckin’ cool,” Benny says from besides you.

“It’s my passion. Along with picking up hot men at the grocery store.” You smile and wink at Will, who gives you a smirk but raises his eyebrows.

“It better only be one man.”

“You’ll meet him next week.” Everyone at the table erupts into laughter, including Will, who squeezes your leg under the table, a small spark of fire igniting in your lower belly at his touch. 

“What made you want to teach archery?” Frankie asks, resting his arm on the back of the bench behind Vanessa, who scoots a little closer to him.

“My cousins were bow hunters. I never went with them but I loved watching them practice. I begged my parents for over a year for a bow and they finally caved. I went to the Olympics, actually.”

Everyone stares at you. “So you’re like..good?” Benny asks, his eyebrows raised in awe.

You shrug. “I guess. I got silver.”

Benny spits out his drink. “You won a silver Olympic medal and this asshole never told us?” He leans past you and slaps Will on his shoulder. 

“Would you have believed me if I did?”

“Fair point.”

The night continues on, everyone asking questions to get to know you better and you them, in return. Eventually, everyone starts having their own conversations, Frankie talking to Will across the table. Benny turns to you, swallowing the last of his drink and setting the mug down on the table. He speaks just loud enough for you to hear him.

“I’m really glad Will found someone. He really needs…well, you.”

Giving him a small smile, you reply. “I think it’s really me who needs him.”

Benny glances behind you at Will, who is engrossed in a conversation about helicopter repair with Frankie before he leans in closer. “No, I mean especially after the breakup.”

You cock your head at him. “The breakup?”

“Yeah. His ex fiance?”

Will had never mentioned being engaged before. It must have been a bad breakup, considering you talk about everything else. Hell, you’d met him in the middle of a PTSD episode so it’s not like he had to hide anything. Benny realizes his mistake by your silence.

“Ah shit. I shouldn’t have said. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s ok. It must have been bad for him to not mention it.”

Benny nods. “Yeah. But she was older than you.”

“Older than me?”

“Yeah, you’ve gotta be what…10? Years younger than my brother? I mean, you did meet him at a Publix.” 

“Shopping was a pleasure that day.”

Benny laughs, his head flying back with the force of it. “Well, hopefully the old man won’t slow you down too much, Miss Olympics.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, but you quip back anyway. “I can assure you - it’s me having to keep up with him.” You wink, hoping the implication of sex comes through and are rewarded with Benny choking, coughing as Jamie thumps him on the back, his cheeks turning pink.

“I did not need to know that.”

“You seemed concerned about the age gap. I can assure you, your brother is a very thorough lov-”

“Ok ok, you win!” Benny laughs, pretending to plug his ears. Will turns to you, a questioning look on his face.

“Oh, Benny tried to poke at the age gap between us. So I was telling him how that is not an issue in the bedroom.”

Will blushes, but a smirk ticks up at the corner of his mouth. “Well if he didn’t want to hear about his brother’s sex life, he shouldn’t have made fun.”

“OK OK!” Benny laughs, plugging his ears again.

Soon it’s time to leave, Tom and Molly heading out first to relieve their babysitter, followed by Frankie and Vanessa. Santi had left a while ago, leaving with a girl he had been flirting with at the bar, which was apparently “very Santi”, and Benny and Jamie follow you out to Will’s truck, chatting idly and promising to meet up sometime for a double date. 

“So…how’d I do?” You ask, buckling your seatbelt as Will starts up his truck.

“I’ve never seen Benny that excited about a girl I’m dating. So I’d say they like you.”

You smile, letting out a little sigh of relief. “Thank God.”

Will chuckles, his eyes fixed on the road. He reaches out and places his hand on your exposed thigh, the warmth from his skin spreading wildly across your body as he gently squeezes your leg. 

By the time you get back to your place, you’re barely holding it together. Will had slid his hand further and further up your thigh and you nearly had him pull over, almost unable to wait until you got home.

But then, you had a different idea. You knew the first time you’d slept together, and every other time after, that Will was holding back, knew he needed to be able to let go and just..be himself. If you were being honest with yourself, the idea that Will was that good at making you cum and he was holding back turned you on even more. Jamming your key in the lock, you quickly open the door and pull him inside, the question of “Am I invited in?” dying on Will’s lips as you shove the door closed, pressing your body to his. He places his hands on your hips, pulling them flush against his own and you grind slightly over his jean clad erection. His hands slide up your body and you can feel him hesitating, restraining himself, his lips faltering very slightly against your lips. 

“Will?”

“Mmm?”

“You can stop holding back.”

“What?”

You put your hand against his chest, pushing slightly to get him to stop and look at you, which he does, his steel blue eyes blown wide and concerned.

“I know you’re holding back. It’s ok, you can let go with me.”

He hesitates a moment. “I-I don’t know what you mean.”

“I won’t break, Will. I’m… I want you to.”

A conflict rages in his eyes, making them look like a roaring sea. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

Swallowing hard, you meet his strong gaze with one of your own. “I do.”

When he doesn’t move, that battle still raging in his mind, you push him harder and he backs up, momentarly stunned at your bold move.

“Let go, Will.”

“You don’t know…you-”

This time, you shove him a little harder and he takes a few steps back, his eyes darkening, chest rising and falling a little faster. Another good push and his back hits the wall, and he lets out a huff of air, the resolve in him nearly breaking.

“I don’t always realize how rough I can be. I don’t want to hurt you, Robin.”

You place both of your palms on his strong chest and look up into his eyes. “I’m a strong girl, Will. I trust you.”

He glances away from you and you lean up to whisper in his ear. “I want this. I want you, Will. All of you.” Your lips find his neck and you start to suck on his skin, but a second later, Will’s iron grip squeezes into your hips and somehow you’re flipped, back pushed against the wall, Will so close to you as he shoves his leg between yours, his hand sliding up to wrap around your throat, applying a slight pressure, which surprisingly sends a rush of wanton heat between your thighs. His eyes are the darkest you’ve ever seen them and you know you’ve finally got him to give in. He’s still your Will, but in this brief moment, you feel like you’re finally seeing the last little part of him that he so desperately wanted to share but felt that he couldn’t. 

“You wanna be my little fuck toy, is that it?”

"Yes, sir," you breathe out and Will pushes himself closer to you, a growl in the back of his throat at your nickname for him. He leans towards your ear, speaking low.

"Safe word is fruit loops." He stares at you, waiting for confirmation that you heard him. When you give him a slight nod, he smirks, pressing his lips to yours, his large hand sliding up your throat to grip your jaw, pressing his fingers into your skin to open your mouth so he can slide his tongue inside. 

Your hands fist in the front of his shirt and when Will’s lips leave yours to suck a spot on your neck, you moan, fingers twisting into his hair. When you give it a little tug, Will sucks hard on your neck, dropping the skin and pulling back to look at his work, watching the mark rise to the surface of your skin. The corner of his mouth ticks up, smirking as he roughly grips your jaw again, turning your face up to his. 

“Bedroom. Wanna fuck this pretty girl into the bed.”

A rush of arousal blooms between your legs and you nod. Will lets go of you, taking a step back to give you room to move. Taking a step past him, you glance at him over your shoulder and give him a tiny smirk before turning and running full out towards your room. Heavy footsteps thud on the floor behind you and Will’s fingers grip your arm tight just before you make it to your bedroom. He pulls you back to him roughly with one hand, his other coming up to tangle in your hair, tugging hard on it to pull your head back. 

“Thought you’d run? That you could be faster than me?” You try to shake your head, but he just grips you tighter, pushing you forward into your room. His grip on you is strong, and when he pulls your head to the side even more and sinks his teeth into your neck, you moan loudly, loving the way he laps at you after to soothe the spot. He releases your hair and shoves you forward, your hands slapping on the bed to stop yourself from planting your face in it. He pushes you up onto the bed, gripping your hips and flipping you on your back. He stands up, ripping the shirt from his chisled form and for a moment, you forgot where you were, the dim light from you bedroom nightlight bouncing off his abs.

He pushes your shirt up and you half sit up, allowing him to yank it from your body, quickly followed by your bra. He drops to your chest, taking one nipple in his mouth and sucking hard, gently biting down on your nipple while his hand grabs your other tit and squeezes it. 

“Oh!” You gasp, moaning when he pulls back and starts to suck little hickeys across your chest. When he’s satisfied with his work, he sits up, yanking your pants open and dragging them down your legs. You decide to play a little and fight him on this, wiggling your legs to make it more difficult. This seems to spur him on and he growls, one hand pushing down on your hips to still you and the other yanking your pants off, his muscles rippling under the pressure. Your panties don’t fare as well and Will literally rips them in half and tosses them over his shoulder, staring down at you with hungry eyes. 

Will pushes your legs apart, holding them in place with his large hands as he kisses around where you need him most, tracing his nose along your inner thigh before he latches on, sucking on your skin and then licking it, watching the hickey rise to the surface. He does this a few more times and you moan his name, gasping when he finally latches onto your clit. You expected him to be rough here, but it was quite the opposite, gentle strokes of his tongue, little taps, and soft sounds vibrating out from him shove you right to the edge. Your legs start to tremble and then he’s gone, lifting his head from you before you had your release. 

“You’ll cum when I say you can.”

A rush of heat races to your cunt and you try to close your legs to relieve some of the pressure that he had built up. But Will pushes your legs apart again, shaking his head. “Legs open. I want to watch you touch yourself. But don’t cum.”

Nodding, you glide your fingers down your naked body, touching yourself in the way that only you know best. Will watches you for a minute, palming himself over his jeans before he takes them off, his boxers quickly following. He’s already hard and leaking and oh you can feel your release coming. If you could just keep-

Will slaps your hand away, so in tune with your body that he knew what you were doing. “I said no cumming. Not yet, pretty girl.” He crawls up the bed, hovering over your body as he grips your wrists, pinning them on either side of your head. Your legs open wider to give him more space and he thrusts in you with one push of his hips and you scream his name, wet enough to accept him but the force of it catching you off guard. He doesn’t give you more than a second to adjust before he’s rutting into you, your hips pounding into the bed, your breaths coming out in short whispers. Will moves both of your wrists to one of his hands, the other coming down to grip your throat. He doesn’t squeeze you hard, just barely any pressure is applied, and he slows his hips for a moment, staring into your eyes as you try to catch your breath, your mind reeling from how good you feel. But through your daze, the message is clear: 

“Mine.”

He says it so quietly, which is in stark contrast with the rough way he fucks you that it takes you a moment to realize what he said. You nod and breathe out a reply. 

“Yours.”

He kisses you gently, his hips stopping for just a moment as he pulls out slowly, pushing in gently and adding in a thrust of his hips when he bottoms out. He hits a spot at the back of you and you break the kiss to whimper, mouth hanging open as he tugs on your lip with his teeth. He continues to fuck you like this, and you wrap your legs around him, pushing him into your harder. He picks up the pace slightly and you can feel yourself start to leap over the edge…But then Will yanks himself out of you, sitting up on your hips.

“No,” he says, his voice a little rough. He scoots back and grabs your legs, pulling you closer to him before he flips you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up. He brings his hand down on your ass with a smack! And you cry out, burying your face in the blanket. He massages the spot after, but spanks you twice more, kissing the spot after the last hit. He nips at you, his teeth grazing across your skin before he sits up, getting into position behind you. He grabs your arms and pulls them behind your back, holding them in one strong grip and with his other hand, he twists his fingers into your hair and pulls your head up, thrusting into you when he does, chuckling darkly when you cry out.

“That’s right. You’re just gonna take it, pretty girl. Be my little slut. Letting me fuck you how I want to.” The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes loudly in the quiet room, interrupted only by your whimpers and moans, and Will whispering dirty things into your ears. By this time, you’re so wound from being edged that you start to cry a little. When Will hears the shift in your tone his hips stop, but you cry out. “No! Don’t stop!”

Hesitantly, he starts to fuck you again, setting the same rough pace he had been before. Your arms are cramping and your head hurts from where he’s gripping your hair, but you don’t care. Everything about this pushing you towards the edge, the way he fucks you, the sounds he’s making inbetween his words, all of it and you just want to cum. Will seems to sense this and says “Beg me to let you cum.”

“Ungh please!” He tugs on your hair tighter, his hips rutting into you impossibly deeper and harder. “Please let me cum, sir!” He leans over you, changing the angle as he pulls your head up, rutting right against both of your favorite spots.

“Cum for me, my pretty little slut.”

And you do. You cum hard, mouth open and spewing random sounds and words, Will’s name tumbling from your lips as your body shakes with the force of it all. Your limbs are on fire, your entire body lit up as he continues to fuck you through it, watching your face contort as you clench around him. A few thrusts later and he cums too, biting down on your shoulder, grunting into you as his hips push into your haphazardly. He releases  your shoulder, dropping his forehead to it as you both just breathe for a moment. He unwinds his fingers from your hair and drops your arms, guiding them to your sides before he grips your hips, pulling out with a grunt. Somehow, you manage to roll onto your back, chest heaving and eyes closed. You’d never cum that hard in your entire life - not even with your own fingers or a toy. 

Will had definitely been holding back and you can’t wait to do that again. Maybe next time, you’ll suggest restraints, having always wanted to try them but never being with someone you trusted enough to do it with. Until now. It’s after this thought that you realize the room is dead quiet. Cracking open an eye, you see Will standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes raking over your body in a very different emotion than what he previously had.

“Will?”

His eyes are watery as he stares at your body. “I..I am so sorry, Robin. I never..I didn’t mean to…fuck I’m so sorry.” He’s looking frantic and you’re not sure why, your eyebrows coming together in confusion.

“I don’t understand?”

“I’ll…I’ll make you a bath, whatever you want. God, I’m so sorry.”

Will pulls on his boxers and races to your bathroom before you can ask him just what the fuck he’s on about, that that was the best sex you’ve ever had. You hear your bathtub being filled and a few minutes later, Will remerges, standing beside your bed and looking down at your still naked body, looking extremely unsure of himself. He hesitates briefly before leaning over and gently picking you up, carrying you to the bathroom where he carefully places you in the bathtub. The warm water makes you sigh and you close your eyes, wiggling down into the warmth. 

“Do…do you want me to wash you?” 

“You want to wash me?”

“It’s the least I can do after…” Will’s voice trails away uncertainly. He picks up your loofah and adds some soap, picking up your limbs like they were made of paper and softly scrubbing at your skin. There are places where you pull back from him involuntarily and you can feel him hesitating after each one. Finally, you drag your eyes open and watch his face, full of concentration on the task at hand, but worry is predominant, along with…guilt?

“Will? Are you ok?”

“I should have never done that.”

You grab his wrist, stilling his movement. “Not done what?”

His eyes don’t meet yours. Instead, they look at the same spots he’s been looking at on your body. “I shouldn’t have let go. Fuck, I’m so sorry, Robin.”

“What are you on about?”

“It’s me. I’m fucked up, Robin. Not right in the head. I went too far and I hurt you and I-”

You sit up quickly, water sloshing over the side of the tub as you place both of your wet hands on his cheeks. When he doesn’t look at you, you press your lips lightly to his. 

“I’m not sorry, Will. That was…I’ve never cum that hard ever. I loved every minute of it.”

“But I hurt you-”

“You didn’t, though. I mean, yeah I’m probably going to be a little sore and you for sure left some marks on me, but guess what? I want it all. The soreness, the marks, all of it reminds me of you. And you are the one thing I can’t get enough of.” You slide your fingers through his hair, resting at the back of his neck. You tug it a little but he still doesn’t look up. A sudden thought crosses your mind. What if…

“Was it enough for you, Will?” That gets his attention. His eyes snap to yours, watery but puzzled. 

“Enough? For me? When I’ve done all of this to you?” He gestures down at your body. 

“I asked you for it, Will. I have no regrets. It was amazing.”

“I left so many marks, so many bruises, I…I…”

“Will-”

He sits up quickly and leaves the bathroom and you try to stand a little too quick, all of the soreness from sex starting to present themselves. Stepping out of the shower, you quickly dry off, pausing when you finally look at yourself in the mirror, now realizing why Will was upset. Your body is littered with marks, bites, hickies, and light bruises are splattered across your skin, making you look like you had been through the ringer. No wonder Will was upset. You quickly grab a shirt off the back of the door that Will had left there when he slept over the last time and pull it over your head before opening the door. Will was still there, trying to find the rest of his clothes, obviously in a panic. 

“Will?”

“I..I’m sorry. I’ll just leave. I won’t bother you again.”

“Will.”

“It’s my fault. I should’ve said no, and I didn’t. I just…you’re so hot and I like you a lot and I just-”

“Will.” You walk up to him and lightly take his hand, squeezing his fingers. He stops moving, staring down at your joined hands. He allows you to pull him to the bed and sits at the edge when you give him a little push down. 

“Can you tell me where you are?” You ask calmly, placing your hand on his thigh and squeezing it.

It takes him a few minutes to reply, a deep breath puffing out from between his lips. “I was engaged before. It was a year or so after I got out. I wanted to marry the girl that had stood by my side during the last couple tours I had. She was great, laughed at my jokes, said she liked my weird thing with numbers, and she didn’t run when I had nightmares. I um…she told me one night that she wanted things rougher. That she knew I could be rougher and that I wanted it. That she wouldn’t break.” Will takes another deep breath, his eyes on his hands in his lap, picking at the skin around his nails. “After, she…she pulled away from me. I could see fear in her eyes. She called me a freak, said that this much…aggression wasn’t normal and she couldn’t…couldn’t look at me the same way anymore. She…she left me, telling me she never wanted to see me again. And what could I say? Her body was nearly all black and blue from me and she…I don’t remember her saying the safe word, but she says she did and I ignored her? I wouldn’t…I would’ve stopped. She didn’t say it…did she?” Will speaks the last words to himself and my heart hurts as I watch a couple of tears plop onto his hands. “Anyway, I promised myself that I would never do that again. I couldn’t…I don’t know my own strength and..but then you asked me, begged me, and I just lost myself in you and I’m so fucking sorry, Robin.” He turns his head up to look at you, tears falling down his cheeks. You cup his face in one hand and he jumps slightly, as if he was expecting you to slap him for some reason.

“William Miller. You are a good man.”

He lets out a puff of air and shrugs, but you call his attention back to you. “And I’m sorry. No, I am. I didn’t know…but I shouldn’t have pushed you. I just wanted you to be yourself, all of yourself, and I knew you were holding back. And honestly part of me-ok, a lot of me- was turned on by what you could be holding back. I have never cum that hard in my entire life and I certainly want you to do that again, but only if you want to. I’ve never trusted anyone well enough to talk about this but…you make me feel safe. Like I can tell you anything. And I know that may sound crazy since we haven’t known each other that long but it’s true. And I’m sorry not sorry, but your ex sounds like a bitch.”

Will laughs at that last statement, wiping the tears from his eyes, his shoulders visibly relaxing at your confession.

“You’re really ok?”

“I’m really ok. A little sore, but a good sore. We'll have to do that again."

Will raises his eyebrows, a slight glimmer of hope in his eyes. "You wanna do that again? Really?"

"Uh yeah!"

"Even though it's not…"

"Not what?"

He hesitates, eyes dropping from yours and speaking in such a quiet voice you almost miss it.  "Normal?"

You cup his cheek, gently turning his face up so he's looking at you. 

"I really care about you, Will. Like,  a ridiculous amount. Maybe more, I…anyway,  when you care about someone, and you are together, that includes all of them. Even the darker parts. That doesn't make you any less of a good man."

Will nods, blinking a few times to clear his eyes. "I really…care about you too, Robin. Like a ridiculous amount. "

You smile, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "So…will you stay?”

“You want me to stay?”

“Of course. Who else am I going to con into making me breakfast and carrying me around?”

Will chuckles and climbs into bed behind you, pulling you close to his chest, grunting when you wiggle your ass against his now semi hard cock. A few minutes goes by, Will nuzzling his nose into your hair and breathing you in.

“You make me feel safe too, Robin."

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>>Chapter 4>>

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━━━ 𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒐 𝒅𝒖𝒎 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒔 ₓ˚. ୭ pt. 3

━━ 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔 / 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔. the frontier boys as random tropes. ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ part one | part two | part four

˖ ࣪⭑ pairing: Pope, Ironhead, Ben, Catfish x fem!Reader

˖ ࣪⭑ content includes: dark content, sexual content, dark!teacher, serial killer, stepcest, male masturbation, female masturbation, dildos, mentions of blood and death, power imbalance, spanking, dom + sub allusions, unhealthy obsession, mentions of riding + sexual acts, taboo subjects, pillow riding, size kinks, age gap, sexy videos, blowjobs

˖ ࣪⭑ authors note: I always see Frank as being an age gap kinda guy 😭 I just see him being a funny fatherly figure that you want to do dirty things to 😜

LINKS ੈ♡˳·˖✶ 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 | 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒔

━━ SANTIAGO ‘POPE’ GARCIA ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫, short skirts and tempting skin

You were so young and bright, so full of potential, just glittering with opportunity. You were a rising star that he needed to snatch down from the sky before you rose too far.

He was your mentor, your guide, taught you right from wrong while disobeying the very teachings he taught when he’d stare at your legs in those short skirts he swore you wore for him. He’d have to adjust his slacks at his desk every time he’d catch a glimpse of your puffy lips in those pink panties of yours.

He pictured throwing all of his papers off his desk and fucking you into the mahogany, telling you how bad of a girl you’ve been as he’d spank your ass and teach you some discipline.

He’d fail you on the tests you aced, the tests you studied weeks on end for and meticulously memorized every answer. You’d go to him just as he expected you would, confused and troubled and feeling dumb. You’d hold up the test with a big red D scribbled on the corner, almost in tears as you’d believed you’d done so well.

He’d console you, schedule a time after class where you two could meet privately and he could stare at you without the suspicion of his other students. He hated having to hide it, but he loved scooting so close to you as he pretended to be interested in whatever you said, staring at your breasts and imagining ripping your top off and having you ride him in his chair, those perky tits bouncing in his face as he taught you how to ride cock properly.

You always smelt of honey and sugar, your hair always in ringlets and your shirts always a little too tight. You were the golden rays of sunshine that warmed his brown skin, the dash of aurous flakes in his hazel eyes as he’d look at you. You were his favorite student, so eager to learn and equally as eager to please.

He was sure you’d be dumb enough to do whatever he said eventually, fall for his stupid jokes and his soft smiles, swoon at his encouragement and intelligence. He just had to play his cards right, toy with you until you believed any word he said like it was gospel, be stupid enough to believe that the only way he could think straight was when he’s had his cock sucked.

You were his favorite student, the muse to his writings, the subject of his teachings and the tempting golden apple hanging from the tree. Soon enough he was going to pluck you from those branches, but first, he needed you to believe he was the beguiled Adam to your tempting Eve, not the ever-deceiving serpent hanging from the tree.

Your favorite teacher was going to ensure that you become the catalyst of his own destruction, for his morality had already fallen long ago…

━━ WILLIAM ‘IRONHEAD’ MILLER ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫, killer cravings and deadly passions

He killed women who looked like you because he couldn’t help it. Destruction was in his marrow, gasoline flowing through his blood, fire spurting from his fingertips and burning anything he touched.

He had seen you one late night, cold and shivering, alone and vulnerable. He was covered in blood and smelt of iron and copper, dirt and earth. He would’ve scared you if you’d had seen him, run away and called the cops like any girl in your position would have.

He thought you were pretty, easily submissive and docile like a tiny doe in the meadow. He was the wolf hiding in the tall grass, hungry and bloody and hunting. He didn’t want to hurt you though, loved to look at you too much, knew no other girl would get his cock as hard as you did. He always pictured fucking you in the alleyway when you’d take the trash out, ripping off your work clothes and slicing your panties off with the edge of his knife. He knew you were too weak to deny him, too scared to fight, too beautiful to resist.

He’d follow you to work, watched you when you slept, fucked his fist outside your home in the cloak of shadow. He killed anyone who tried to pluck his precious flower, took their life as his own and left them in the dirt where the trash belonged. You were entrancing, a blood red rose growing on a grave, and he was the thorn on the stem. You were beautiful to anyone who might’ve looked, but dangerous to anyone who dare touched.

You didn’t know why death had seemed to surround you closer than community; didn’t know why every person you touched crumbled to dirt. Your hands were stained with blood whether you wanted to admit it or not, countless lives lost like you’d been collecting them as stones.

You were alone once more, just as he saw you that first night. You didn’t need family or friends when you had him, he was the soil that was going to help you grow, the sun that fed your leaves. He just had to be patient until you were ready to be plucked, ready to live in the vase he’d put you in and care for your every whim.

He couldn’t wait to finally have you with him, strapped to his bed as he fucked the handle of his knife into your wet pussy, heard your cries and moans as you’d beg and beg and he’d get harder and harder. He’d take good care of you or else he’d make you regret it.

He killed women that looked like you because he couldn’t wait to have you, finding temporary joys in their blood then incredible lows when he was done. He was getting antsy, wondering how much longer it was going to take until you were fully blossomed. He was missing you and craving you, hands buzzing to burn you.

You didn’t know it, but you had been dancing along the sharp edge of his blade, bound to get cut eventually. A meandering Bambi in the forest, bound to be caught, and a beautiful flower, bound to wither… until there was nothing left but ash.

━━ BENJAMIN MILLER ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, taboo fantasies, mutual pining

He wasn’t new in your life; you had been with him since high school and always hung off his arm and shoved him like brothers and sisters would do. He was funny and tall, was even on the wrestling team before graduation, the son of a rugged man who married your wilting mother.

He was the butt of your jokes, the annoyed prickle under your skin, the headache in your skull. But even you couldn’t deny his attractiveness; his tan skin, his toothy grin and his muscled sculpture. He was chiseled from marble, strong as stone and as beautiful as diamond.

You knew it was such a taboo subject, to fuck yourself with your pink dildo late at night, even early in the morning, cumming at the idea that it was your big, strong, stepbrother’s cock that was making you cum instead. You’d whine and moan, trying to keep quiet when you’d writhe in your bed with your pussy squelching on your fingers as you heard Benny’s laughter just outside your door.

You’d wear his shirts when he wasn’t home, act helpless so he’d reach on the shelf and get it for you when you couldn’t reach. You’d make videos of yourself cumming on your pillow as you moaned his name, your clit rubbing back and forth like it was his thigh, then watch it later. You couldn’t even stop yourself from lingering by his door when he’d bring girls home, jealous and horny at the sound of his grunts and her muffled cries coming from the other side.

Your parents were oblivious when you’d hug him for too long, he was too nice to pull away. They were oblivious when you’d wear your short shorts and tank tops and make him spend the day with you, the way you’d pretend to fall asleep in his bed when you’d watch a movie with him, wake up with his arm around you then continue on with your day like it never happened.

You weren’t sure when your obsession had started only that it had grown on you like a vine, festered inside you for years like a boil. You couldn’t even talk to him for too long without that familiar slickness forming between your legs, your skin itching for his rough hands to bend your thighs to your head and fuck you hard for being so naughty.

He’d hug you, push you, make fun of you, console you, laugh with you. You were almost deluded enough to believe it was for reasons more than two step siblings comfortable with each others differences. That he was falling for you just as much as you did him, that he sat next to you at family dinners because he liked you close to him.

But at night, when Benny would bid you farewell and retire to his own room as you did yours, as you’d pull your phone out and fuck yourself at the picture of you and him at the beach, as you’d cum on your sheets with a muffled cry, you were completely oblivious to what Benny was doing just across the hall…

His fist twisting around his hard cock, picturing it was your plushy tits he was fucking instead…

━━ FRANCISCO ‘CATFISH’ MORALES ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐞𝐱-𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝, shameless desire, experienced hands

He was a single man, abandoned by his wife years ago and left to raise his son by himself. He was hardworking and bullheaded, but still found time to smile between work and bed in the gossip of his son.

Your breakup with him was still fresh in the air, too tender to poke at unless you’d want an argument. Even Frank had believed you two would last long; all giddy smiles and fluttering hearts. But then you found him in bed with another woman, and your smile fell and your heart broke and Frank felt an opportunity arise.

He was a shitty father, always looked at the tight young ass of his sons girlfriend when she’d come over, bring her towels when she was in the shower, do her laundry so she had no choice but to masquerade in his flannels. He loved his son but he didn’t raise a cheater, so he didn’t feel bad when he would fuck his hand in his bedroom with one of your sparkly pink bras in his hand, one he found when he was doing an old load of laundry he’d forgotten about.

He would imagine you drooling on his balls as he tied your hair up for you, teach you how to touch him in the way he liked. He wanted to give you a man with experienced hands, a man who didn’t cheat with random bitches when there was perfectly good pussy right there by his side. He’d never discourage you, hurt you, he’d cradle your heart like a baby bird in the palms of his hands.

You came over to pick up your stuff shortly after and Frank was the only one home. He welcomed you in with a sentimental smile, giving you a hug and kiss on your forehead, savoring the feeling of your smooth skin under his work-torn palms, wondering what your lips would feel like under his.

He stared at your ass as you’d walk ahead of him when he shut the door, imagined fucking you against the dining table and licking you up clean when his son would walk in. If you saw it as revenge Frank wouldn’t have minded, just grateful to have that pussy wrapped around him and hear those moans in his ear other than down the hall from his room.

You had a sad smile on your face as you chatted politely with him, and he knew he could fuck a smile back on your face if you’d let him. He nodded his head in understanding like he didn’t want you crying around his cock instead, like he wasn’t debating whether or not to pick you up and throw you on the couch, his sons feelings be damned.

You always thought Frank was nice, kind and courteous and always had a dad joke at hand for when you’d ask. He’d sit on the recliner with a beer in his hand, slowly rocking back and forth as he’d watch a football game. You always loved the messiness of it, so unused to a man who didn’t give a damn what anybody thought about him.

You had come to the house in a final attempt to own up to your own feelings, tell Frank you wanted his hands in your hair and his tongue in your pussy just as much as you needed oxygen. But you were shy and intimidated by the maturity in him, worried he’d look at you as a pathetic little girl trying to bite more than she could chew.

Frank watched as you lingered in the hallway and gave him those pretty little eyes, your bag of clothes fiddling in your hand as he ran his eyes up and down your body like a hungry man staring at his dinner.

He could almost crack a smile at that, something in his stomach making his cock stir in his jeans as he realized you weren’t wearing a bra, your nipples poking through the fabric of your top as you stared at him with nervous lusting eyes.

He looked back at you, knowing exactly what you wanted.. and he planned on giving it to you.

thanks for reading! likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated. also, the title is a latin phrase that means, ‘so long as you love me’, for anyone who was curious. and always remember that you’re loved and important <;3

[itspdameronthings]

Soulmate( Ironhead Miller)

Summary: This thought has been in my head for a few days. Everyone has a soulmate. Here is my thought how Will met his own soulmate. Explores how,and when it happened. I plan to do the same for the rest of the team.

 Relationships have been hard for William in the last few years.  Dated a few women. Was engaged till that ended. She claimed that she couldn't handle being with someone with so much. How did she put it while packing her stuff," screwed up in the head." That hurt him. Thought she was the one. To take care of him. 

Both of them met at his job in the VA. worked at the front office.  Was smitten when he came by to drop things off. Next step is to meet the boys. Santi ,and Frankie seem to like her. Benny? Not so much. Either his girl. Whose is best friend.  More like his baby sister. Both of them wanted what is best for him. Flashforward to a few months later. After Will's breakdown at the publix. She couldn't be with him anymore.  That didn't go well with Benny, and Dixie. Both of them witnessed the shouting match.  While she was packing her stuff. Mentioned that she never understood Will.Thought she could help him,but can't do that.  Dixie got into her face," You knew he was in the Army! You work at the VA! See soldiers in worse conditions physically, and emotionally! All you wanted was to be married for sex. Not love! That sucks! " She lunged at Dixie ,but not before Will stopped her. Confronted her. Telling her to leave. Not till she threw the ring on the floor," Mark my words! You will never find anyone else to take care of you!" That moment Will was so emotional.  Thank God for his brother ,and Dixie was there to comfort him.  

Flashforward another few months later. Will went to an office building to drop by to see Santi who was doing a security  job.  Until he bumps into someone.  Their eyes met. Felt like something out of a movie. Helping her pick up a pile of papers," Sorry darlin.  I'm never this clumsy. I'm Will by the way. " Looking into his blue eyes made her heart skip a beat. Never seen eyes that were so beautiful.  Like the ocean. Cleared her throat, " I'm Cherry. Are you looking for someone?" Will smiles, " Yeah, my friend who was working on the security systems here. " Santi comes over to his friend.  Patting his shoulder, " Glad you are here man. I'm starving. How about we get out of here.  " Will winks at Cherry.  In hoping he would see her again.  Cherry knew he was. So did he. She dated Santi for a few months. Thought she could help him through his emotional state. He needed a special person to do that. Santi knew Will had a thing for Cherry. Reason why he asked Will to come by the office. Want his friend to be happy. He knew she would help him get over that no good ex. More importantly for him to smile,and go out . Instead he would go straight home from work. Only time he goes out is for the weekly get together at their favorite diner. All the while Will wished he could see Cherry again. 

Wish came true. Later that night.  Cherry comes in the diner for a late evening dinner. Looking over to see Will with the others. Chatting away. Looked good in his jeans, and gray Henley shirt. Felt her body quiver. Especially her pussy.  Will comes over to her smiling," Looks like you are following me. Couldn't stop thinking about me? I couldn't stop thinking about you. How about you come over ? Everyone would love to see you. Love to be in your beautiful presence." Blushing at the comment, " Sure, I love that. " 

After that meeting.  Both him ,and Cherry were inseparable. So glad they are dating. Couldn't be without one another for too long. She stayed over his place more than her own. She got to know him. She wanted to help him get over the hurt from the past. Will called her one night. Telling her about a bad dream he was having. Can't be alone. Driving from a short distance to his place. Goes upstairs to his dark room.  Seeing him rocking back and forth panting," I need my cherry to hold me close. Make my dream go away. " At that very moment.  Cherry knew what to do.  Lay his head on her lap. Play with his now longer hair. Love how soft it is. Whispers, " Relax baby. I'm here. Never leave you alone.  Let me help you relax.  Forget about the dream. Focus on the sound of my voice. Focus on my touches. Think about that trip you planned for us. " Breathing started to even out. Taking her soft ,small hand in his large one," So glad you are here with my  cherry blossom. My angel. Never thought I would find some to love me. To comfort me . Until you come into my life. I knew in my gut that you were meant for me. By the way we do certain things,  to how we cherish quiet moments. I know this is a weird moment to ask this,but how about we move in together? Think I know why I had those dreams. You aren't here. Someone to hold me close. Never got…" Kisses the top of his head, " Yes, I will baby. " 

The next few years have been so memorable.  Both of them are happy. On Valentine's day.  He proposed to her after making love. Originally planned to pop the question at dinner that evening, but things got rather kinky. Gave her his grandmother's ring. Only fitting to give that to her. Took him years to figure out that he wasn't really in love with the ex in a way he thought  he was.  Love of his life is in his loving arms. His best friend.  One that understands him.  His wife.  Oh how he loves that word. Finally at last. He found his soulmate. He can thank Santi for that. 

[artemiseamoon]

Profiles 4 A Lighthouse in the Dark

Fic here

I gave Benny a codename. See below. I know technically he’s not supposed to have one but you know - fiction | astro stuff is a personal headcanon

☀️🌙🏹 (sun, moon, rising)

Amara “Cobra” Benoit (ofc)

Former Special Forces operative

Delta force veteran

Currently: Self defense Instructor

Romantic status: Single

Age: about 36

☀️ Libra 🌙 Pisces 🏹 Capricorn

Will “Ironhead” Miller

Former Special Forces operative

Delta force veteran

Currently: Motivational speaker at Veterans community center

Age: around 37-38

Romantic status: single

���️cancer 🌙 Aquarius 🏹taurus

Santi(ago) “Pope” Garcia

Former Special Forces operative

Delta force veteran

Currently: Private military advisor , special advisor to grub crimes task force

Age: around 39

Romatic status: He works the time okay, his knees and back are shot. He maybe has time between 3-6 am for some lovin if he doesn’t sleep or inbetween jobs

☀️ scorpio 🌙 Sagittarius 🏹 libra

Ben (Benny) Miller

Ranger?

Currently: MMA fighter

Age: about 34-35

Romantic status: Dating

☀️ gemini🌙 Aries 🏹Leo

Frankie “Catfish” Morales

Former Special Forces operative

Delta force veteran . Pilot.

Current: Pilot

Age: around 39

Romantic status: Married with 2 young kids

☀️ Capricorn 🌙 taurus 🏹taurus

T*m “Redfly” Davis (sorry, not sorry)

Former Special Forces operative

Delta force veteran

Current: Realtor

Age: about 44

Romantic status: Divorced w/ one daughter

My Molly headcanon. She will be mentioned but shown more in a different fic. Under different circumstances.

Molly (Davis) Parker

An: I like to write these for my fics, on a whim deciding to share this one

Age: 42

Currently: florist, floral designer, retired veterinarian (volunteers sometimes)

Romantic status: divorced w/ one daughter

☀️ Virgo 🌙 libra 🏹Virgo

[navybrat817]

Would you ever write a story where the reader escapes from a dark Bucky?

That would be a quite a feat, nonnie! Because the question is does Bucky get you back?

Maybe an ex-Delta Force member will try and keep you safe.

Love and thanks! ❤️

[georgiapeach30513]

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

We’re back with some more smutty, kinky, and dark fun for the month of October.  These one shots are not from any existing AU.  These will get very dark so read ALL warnings before hand.  My blog is an 18+ ONLY space.  All minors and hate will be blocked.  This is fiction, have fun.  This year I’m introducing a few more characters instead of just Chris and Sebastian characters...

Ablutophilia with Chris Beck Breath Play with Ari Levinson Candaulism with Nick Vaughan Dacryphilia with Mike Weiss Ejaculating Toy with Chase Collins Forced Voyeurism with Nick Fowler Grooming with Napoleon Solo Hate Sex with Ransom Drysdale Innocence Kink with Frank Adler Jealousy with William ‘Ironhead’ Miller Key Party with Andy Barber Lactation Kink with Jake Jensen Mutual Masturbation with Mickey Henry Non-Con with Jax Teller Objectification with Lance Tucker  Possessive Behavior with Angel Reyes Quirt with Steve Kemp Ravishment Fantasy with Jefferson Somnophilia with Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes Tea Bagging with Dean Winchester & Soldier Boy Uteromania with Justin Capshaw Vampire Gloves with Sam Winchester Water Play with Captain Syverson  Xenophilia with Tyler Rake Yandere with August Walker Zipper Dinner with Lloyd Hansen Electrostimulation with Mr. Freezy Harpaxophilia with Curtis Everett Housewife Kink with Clark Kent Kidnapping with Walter Marshall Coercion with Carter Baizen & Bryce Langley

[dreamlandcreations]

Misc. masterlist

❌ dark(ish) ||🔥 smut || 🧸 fluff/soft ||⚡ angst || 💔 soulmate!au || 🌎 au || 🎱 mention of reader’s sexual orientation || 🤍 gender neutral reader (otherwise it's probably fem reader) || ✨ reader description (mostly just implied) ||🎗miscarriage / infertility / reader not wanting kids || ❤️‍🩹 not quite angsty but it’s definitely in the “it hurts” category

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see the

• Main Masterlist •

for Boba Fett, Santiago Garcia, Andromache, The Darkling, Billy Russo, Outcome 3, Poe Dameron, Nathan Bateman, Duke Leto Atreides, Alfie Solomons, Bishop Losa, Eddie Munson, Stranger Things (Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Billy Hargrove, Max Mayfield, 11), Eames, Tommy Conlon, James Delaney, Jake “Hangman” Seresin, William “Ironhead” Miller, Xenk Yendar, Aemond Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Shanks (OPLA)

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Star Wars

Jango Fett

Just a simple man - Jango Fett x half alien!Reader

Summary: You save him and he shows you there is more to life than fighting…

Meeting • Trust • Stay 🔥🧸 • Life 🔥🧸 • Death⚡

Speak Freely (epilogue of Just a simple man) ⚡🧸 - Boba Fett x half alien!Reader

Summary: Boba hasn’t spoken Mando'a since the death of his father…

Darth Maul

Beauty and the Beast - Darth Maul x Queen of Naboo!Reader ⚡

Summary: Maul is tasked to keep you in line while his master’s plan comes together on Coruscant…

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Imagine: Birthday Party, Avenger style

True Love’s Kiss - Steve x Bucky, (Steve x Natasha) 🔥⚡🧸🌎

Summary: The King of Northern America is engaged to the beautiful Princess Natasha of the Russian Empire, too bad he is falling for someone else…

Happily Ever After (part 2 of TLK) - Steve x Bucky, (Steve x Natasha) ❌🔥⚡🧸🌎

Summary: Wanda returns to have her revenge…

Steve Rogers

True Love’s Kiss - Steve x Bucky, (Steve x Natasha) 🔥⚡🧸🌎

Summary: The King of Northern America is engaged to the beautiful Princess Natasha of the Russian Empire, too bad he is falling for someone else…

Happily Ever After (part 2 of TLK) - Steve x Bucky, (Steve x Natasha) ❌🔥⚡🧸🌎

Summary: Wanda returns to have her revenge…

Tony Stark

Doctor Strange

Pietro Maximoff

Erik Killmonger

Loki

Grinch green - Loki x Maximoff!Reader

Summary: Being paired up on a mission with Loki ends up changing your relationship with the moody god…

Elektra

Casual fun - Elektra x Reader 🔥(🎱)

Summary: Riding high on adrenaline, you find something else to ride too…

Matt Murdock

Thor

Imagine: Birthday Party, Avenger style

X-Men

Erik Lehnsherr

Charles Xavier

Remy LeBeau

Apocalypse

Lord of the Rings

Thranduil

Legolas

Haldir

Éomer

Foundation

Brother Day

Day & Night - Brother Day x Reader ❌🔥⚡🧸

Summary: You can’t resist a challenge and what could be more daring than changing the fate of an Empire but you didn’t calculate with the obstinate nature of Day…

Triple Frontier

Benny Miller

Little Miller - Benny Miller x Will’s BFF!Reader 🔥

Summary: You are Will’s new bestie and everyone (except the two of you) thinks you’re gonna end up together but your love-hate relationship with his lil’ bro takes an interesting turn when you find out his call sing, that they never actually use…

Dog Soldiers series (Love, Death & Robots - Shape-Shifters AU)

Part 3 - Benny Miller

Gentlemen

Raymond Smith

A deal is a deal - Ray Smith x half Asian!Reader 🌎

Bribing • The Offer • Deal • Business🔥⚡ • Pleasure 🔥🧸 •  All’s fair… 🧸

Summary: You make an offer and you get yourself a Ray of Sunshine with the deal…

This is a terrible idea - Ray Smith x aristocrat!Reader

King Arthur - Legend of the Sword

King Arthur

All Hallows Eve - King Arthur x mage!Reader ⚡🧸

Summary: Staying at the castle, you train Arthur so he can wield the sword properly. When All Hallows Eve arrives, the dead wants to be heard…

The Legend of his Queen (part 2 of AHE) - King Arthur x mage!Reader ⚡🔥🧸

Summary: You fell in love with the King, even though you knew his destiny was to fall for someone else…

Good Omens

Crowley

Aziraphale

Vikings

Ragnar

Ubbe

Ivar

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale

We are even - Derek Hale x hunter!Reader

Summary: You work with the Argents but you play by your own rules…

Chris Argent

Enola Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

Bride (to lover) - Sherlock Holmes x Reader 🔥⚡🧸

Summary: A marriage of convenience. You never expected it to be anything else…

Narnia

Caspian

*Dating the Darkling / Billy Russo / Logan Delos / Caspian / +Sirius Black headcanon 🔥⚡🧸

made up fic title: The Summer Prince

Witcher

Geralt

Vilgefortz

Darkness Within series - Vilgefortz x Calanthe’s daughter!Reader ❌🔥⚡

Summary: He found you when your mother sentenced you to death, he took you in and taught you everything you know, then he found out just how special you are…

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon

Robb Stark

The Wolf and the Lion - Robb Stark x Lannister!Reader

Summary: Stranger, betrothed, enemy, prisoner, wife, lover, traitor, saviour, captor…

Tyrion Lannister

Alicent Hightower

Imagine Alicent seducing you...

Star Trek

Khan

Spock

Bones

James Bond (No Time to Die)

Paloma

The Enemy of My Enemy - Paloma x Villain!Reader 🔥⚡

Summary: Your relationship with her is complicated but you have to take aside your differences because Bond needs you both to save the world this time…

Harry Potter (Marauders/Fantastic Beasts )

Sirius Black

*Dating the Darkling / Billy Russo / Logan Delos / Caspian / +Sirius Black headcanon 🔥⚡🧸🤍

made up fic title: Serpent's Heart

Percival Graves

Westworld

Logan Delos

*Dating the Darkling / Billy Russo / Logan Delos / Caspian / +Sirius Black headcanon 🔥⚡🧸

Venom

Eddie/Venom

*Misery loves company - Venom x Reader x Eddie

Summary: You harbour Eddie’s fugitive ass and put up living with the dysfunctional couple because you became friends with Venom after he saved your life.

Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby

Zablife Story Share - Chapter 6 Tommy Shelby x Solomons!Reader, written for @zablife's Story Share collab

Summary: A few months ago Tommy woke up to find his wife gone, along with half his fortune. Now he is prepared to make a deal with the devil himself if he can get her back...

Imagine Tommy coming to you all bloody after meeting with Alfie

John Shelby

Polly Gray

made up fic title: The Devil's Gift

Mad Max

Max

Hero - Max x Reader 🤍

Inuyasha

Sesshōmaru

Imagine being some kind of cat yōkai

Imagine that you are the daughter of Ryūkotsusei

Imagine dying from poison

Kraven the Hunter

Sergei Kravinoff

Temptation

Silver Silence

changeling!Sergei Kravinoff x Carter!Reader (Psy-Changeling AU)

Summary: Control. Precision. Family. These are the principles that drive the youngest Carter, who is the director of the new agency that is meant to protect the three races and the fragile peace between them. If only the new leader of a powerful predatory changeling pack wasn’t so distracting and destructing…

TRESE

Maliksi

Sandman

The Corinthian

Imagine the Corinthian hunting you…

Imagine Dream taking you to his realm...

Imagine being an immortal and the Corinthian falling for you...

Gen V

Jordan Li

Imagine that your power is that you are able to mimic other powers…

Imagine Jordan being too insecure to ask you out but not for the usual reason…

Imagine thinking that Jordan is trying to intimidate you…

Once Upon a Time

Cyrus

OUATIW Cyrus Scenes GIF: part 1, ...

One Piece (OPLA)

Dracule Mihawk

Imagine Mihawk finding you, a weapon maker, extremely fascinating…

Imagine that Mihawk is sent to capture you…

Imagine that Mihawk is sent to capture you… (2)

Imagine getting a reputation among the Marines because you survived a duel with Mihawk…

Imagine that you are the reason Mihawk gave up his Marine hunting ways…

made up fic title: The Girl with the Laurel Tattoo

Roronoa Zoro 

Vinsmoke Sanji

6 Underground

Billy/Four

Sons of Anarchy / Mayans M.C.

Jax Teller

made up fic title: We are what lies beyond

Angel Reyes

made up fic title: Where the squirrels burrow

[musings-of-a-rose]

Musings-of-a-rose's Fic Recs

Musings-of-a-rose’s fic rec list (never complete and always adding!)

This will always be a work in progress, as I will always be adding fics! 

If you need more and can’t wait for me to update, you can search on my blog for #fic rec and all of them will come up!

Frankie “Catfish” Morales:

Fix You by @astoryisaloveaffair

Howl by @astoryisaloveaffair

My Drug is My Baby (age gap) by @astoryisaloveaffair

Run Through the Jungle by @astoryisaloveaffair

The Bachlorette AU by @icanbeyourjedi

Sex Worker Frankie AU by @prolix-yuy

Still of the Night (Signs/Triple Frontier mashup) by @foli-vora

Trustworthy by @need-a-fugue

The Candyman by @hopeamarsu (this is a series but I’m linking chapter 1 here)

Oberyn Martell:

Burning Bright by @tropes-and-tales

And So We Sing in Elegies by @haildoodles-writing

Pero Tovar:

My Mercenary Bold by @astoryisaloveaffair

Petrichor by @rainontherooftops

Cathedrals of Our Own by @haylzcyon

The Cross by @blueeyesatnight 

Safe Haven by @marvel-and-mischief

Wedding Night by @absurdthirst

Zach Wellison:

You’re So Classic by @chaoticgeminate

Inn Over Your Head by @javierpinme

Max Phillips:

Take the Pain Away by @icanbeyourjedi

Dave York:

Baby, Let the Games Begin by @wyn-n-tonic

Maxwell Lord:

Shutterbug by @lowlights

What’s Love Got to Do With It by @storiesofthefandomlovers

Din Djarin:

Healer by @bestintheparsec

Marcus Pike:

Our Last Christmas by @supernaturalgirl20

Javi G:

Insatiable by @javierpinme

Hush by @javier-pena

Agent Whiskey:

Harder to Hold by @brandyllyn

The Traveler by @silksaddle

Marcus Moreno:

Yo Te Prometo by @marvelousmermaid

Here Without You Now by @wyn-n-tonic

Javier Peña:

Better Love by @disgruntledspacedad

It Takes Two by @icanbeyourjedi

Self Sacrifice by @albertasunrise

Into the Dark by @juletheghoul

Hermosa by @keala on Ao3

Joel Miller:

Days of You and Me by @wyn-n-tonic 

That’s a Real Fucking Legacy by @wyn-n-tonic

Dieter Bravo:

Disturbia by @astoryisaloveaffair

Win a Date With Dieter Bravo by @icanbeyourjedi

Simulated by @prolix-yuy

Teacher Ben (SNL):

Love, Wings, and Football by @icanbeyourjedi

Rainy Days by @chaoticgeminate

Well Read by @wyn-n-tonic

The Thief

Enigma by @javier-pena

Tim Rockford:

Apple Pie America by @rainontherooftops

Jay Castillo:

The Wedding Date by @icanbeyourjedi

Triple Frontier Boys:

The Audition by @astoryisaloveaffair

Santiago “Pope” Garcia:

The Best of Us by @a-bang-for-your-bucky

Benjamin “Benny” Miller:

I Got Away With You by @mermaidxatxheart

I’ll Be Your Brightside by @dameronscopilot

Only You by @albertasunrise

Timing Is Everything by @theewokingdead

Benergy by @theewokingdead

La Primera Fiesta by @marvelousmermaid

Looking For You by @green-socks

Commitment Issues by @coweye

Sunshine State by @brewsterispunkk

William “Ironhead” Miller:

Return to Honeymoon by @carni-val

Bucky Barnes “Winter Soldier”:

Paint Me a Memory by @mermaidxatxheart

My One and Only by @mermaidxatxheart

Almost Had Me Believing It by @tuiccim

Poe Dameron:

The Bet by @no-droids

The Art of Falling by @brandyllyn

Clint Barton “Hawkeye”:

Sure Shot by @astoryisaloveaffair

Rhett Abbott (Outer Range):

Sacred Oasis by @wyn-n-tonic

Selfish by @dameronscopilot

Lessons by @wyn-n-tonic

Tommy Miller (The Last of Us - HBO):

That’s a Real Fucking Legacy by @wyn-n-tonic

I’ll Have Another by @wyn-n-tonic

Violent Delights, Violent Ends by @ay0nha 

I Need You to Tell Me I’m Good by @psychedelic-ink

[anitalenia]

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━━━ GENRES I LOVE ★ mafia ｡･:*˚:✧｡ fantasy/supernatural ｡･:*˚:✧｡ step dad ｡･:*˚:✧｡ enemies to lovers ｡･:*˚:✧｡ polyamory ｡･:*˚:✧｡ stepcest ｡･:*˚:✧｡ teacher x student ｡･:*˚:✧｡ bodyguard ｡･:*˚:✧｡ monsterfucking ｡･:*˚:✧｡ bimbo!reader

'*•.¸♡ UPCOMING FICS / WIP ★ be my protector, be my love , court gentry x fem!reader ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ want you, want me, taijani x fem!reader ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ all of me, eyekey x fem!reader ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ a velvet unity, sierra six x fem!reader

'*•.¸♡ UPCOMING SERIES ★ a thousand bad things, lloyd hansen x fem!reader ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

☆。* THE GRAY MAN 。☆。

lloyd hansen | courtland gentry / sierra six |

the gray boys / multiple characters

───◌┈┈───♡⃝───┈┈◌───

☆。* TRIPLE FRONTIER 。☆。

santiago garcia / pope | william miller / ironhead |

ben miller | francisco morales / catfish |

the frontier boys / multiple characters

───◌┈┈───♡⃝───┈┈◌───

☆。* SLASHERS 。☆。

ghostface | michael myers | jason voorhees |

slashers / multiple characters

───◌┈┈───♡⃝───┈┈◌───

☆。* MISCELLANEOUS 。☆。

avatar | ari levinson | rio (good girls) | battinson |

𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓶. pirates / mafia / fantasy etc.

KEY — s (smut ) f ( fluff ) a ( angst ) d ( dark content )

˖⁺ ⊹୨ let me make it better ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( s, f ) ━━ you hated when lloyd yelled, but loved when he made up for it. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: lloyd hansen x fem!reader started: April 28 published: April 30 edited: yes ୨୧ 𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་

˖⁺ ⊹୨ be my protector, be my love ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( s, f, a ) ━━ his job was to protect you, but falling in love wasn’t in the contract. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: sierra six x fem!reader started: published: edited: yes ୨୧ 𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་

˖⁺ ⊹୨ by the lakeside ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( s, f, a ) ━━ you were angry with benny for almost dying and not even caring about it. luckily, benny finds a way to make it up to you. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing: ben miller x fem!reader started: May 22 published: May 26 edited: yes ୨୧ 𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་

©︎ 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐀. 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣.

[hotdamnhunnam]

💤🛁🥵 for William Miller

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Wet Dreams Are Made of This

Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dreaming of wet messy sex with the captain then maybe it happens? Word Count: ~1.2k Emoji Prompt: 💤🛁🥵 (key words are in bold)

Note: This fic can be read on its own or as a sequel to the prior emoji fic Shower Hour

It happens every time it rains.

It’s the same dream—it’s fucking strange—striking how real they seem, the vivid scenes that play across your brain.

The drum of rain upon the window used to be a source of calm, when you would spend the night wrapped in your lover’s arms. You’d take a hot shower or soothing bath together and let all the woes you shared wash down the drain, then crawl in bed and hold each other close and warm, as the storm beat against the pane. But now the sound drives you insane. Everything’s hell without your captain. Nothing makes sense in his absence—you hate everything that happens—hate the rain just as the blood in your own veins. Runs cold till he comes home again.

Most nights you can’t even find sleep, and when you do it’s rarely deep. But when it rains sleep tends to find you and that’s when the dreams begin.

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A blur of green—tangle of leaves to frame the scene—thick of the jungle blotting out whatever sky might stretch above you, though the rain comes pouring through.

Some kind of stream. The water courses slow and shallow at your ankles as you stand still taking in the scene around you, yet it feels as though it’s deep enough to drown you, in the way that only happens in a dream.

You feel so empty and erased. Lost at the edge of time and space… until you see his face. Before you even hear his voice you know he’s promising to save you from this place.

It’s like some kind of race—against what, you don’t know. You want to call to him but find your throat is shut; you want to run to him but feet won’t seem to go. He’s moving towards you but he’ll never win the chase. Every damn step he takes is doomed to be a waste. Each passing instant, he drops back into the distance, as the stream swallows you up into its flow. There’s no reward for his persistence. In the dreamscape any speed is far too slow.

This time it isn’t though.

This time something fucking snaps. You’ve been here countless times before and always fall in the same trap: you both sink back into the jet black of oblivion until the vision breaks. You’re in a cold sweat when you wake. But this time Will finds something else in your subconscious and he grabs—holds onto it and fights no matter what it takes.

This time he summons all the strength that he can find, to tear through all the doubt and darkness and despair inside your mind… until the two of you are finally entwined.

“I’m home,” he murmurs in your ear, now that he’s come, because it’s true—even out here—out in the wild—he’s with you. Home is the color of your eyes that catch the dreams kept in the corners of your smile.

At first it’s just a heartfelt hug. It lasts forever, yet in time that only dreams like this can measure… less than two seconds later the hug becomes a hardcore fuck.

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Shit feels as real as any dream could ever get.

He’s pinned you down into the shallow of the steam like it’s a bed. Your face is well above the surface but the water splashes all across your neck and cheeks as he cradles your head. His other hand drops toward your crotch, feeling you melt beneath his touch, this cunt that aches for him so much. “So fucking wet.”

It’s just a dream but it’s the hottest thing he ever fucking said.

Thank fuck for dreams because the rocks beneath your head don’t scrape your skull. Thank fuck that nothing hurts at all. There’s just the perfect push and pull, the feeling of his fingers plunging deep into the wet heat of your hole, pumping you up so thick and full.

Thank fuck for dreams because you didn’t have the time to take his clothes off but somehow—you find he’s naked here above you now. Cling to the skin that sheathes the muscles of his sculpted back and beautifully broad shoulders. In the wilderness you’re home beneath your soldier. Arch your neck up from the stream to kiss him deeply till he pulls back with his brow pressed to your brow.

Will loves to lock his gaze with yours, right in the moment just before he’s set to drive his massive cock into your core. That gift on him that only heaven could endow. This dick that pounds you like you’re everything he treasures and adores… his perfect little whore… the field of dreams he lives to fucking plow.

To you he’s everything and more.

And so are you to him—it’s what you do to him—the love that gives him peace even when every piece of him was forged in war.

The love he gives is what you live for. It’s what dreams are fucking made of. Every time is just as magic as the first time you made love. Yet so much better. Hotter. Wetter. You don’t even feel the water, underneath and all around you. Just the fierce beat of his heart now that he’s found you. Yours and his pounding together.

You’re both drowning in the fire as his iron-hard desire splits you wide and slides inside you so damn deep…

… In a split second something slips—the edges of the jungle rip—the rocks that hold this little stream, shatter to pieces as the scene bursts at the seams—it isn’t yours to keep, this dream. The earth beneath you shakes and shifts until the tilt of it is suddenly too steep…

No matter how you try to keep the dream on track, you can’t fight back, now as it cracks and the world drags you from your sleep.

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It isn’t your alarm’s familiar beep.

It’s not a ringtone—not your phone—silent mode is the default you prefer to keep.

It’s something else. It’s something pattering against your windowpane in loud persistent pelts. It’s… hail against your window? Seriously though? Ugh, fucking hell.

You groan and check your phone just out of spite. To see just how badly the weather forecast lied to you tonight.

A message pops up on your screen and your poor heart stops at the sight.

It’s the good kind of stop—the kind that makes your stomach swirl with butterflies before it fucking drops—the kind that makes you think you must be dreaming still ‘cause this can’t possibly be right…

📲 Babe, it’s so fucking wet outside.

If you are dreaming still, then you won’t let the cruel world ruin it this time for you and Will. You’ll crawl deeper inside. Just run into the dream and fucking hide.

Don’t even stop to wonder why he’s throwing rocks up at your window rather than letting himself through the front door. Or why he didn’t call before. Don’t even stop to throw on something warmer over your pajama-clad shoulders, as you run downstairs and out into the rain to meet your soldier. You won’t stop for any damn thing anymore.

Suddenly all the dreams you had… for all those nights that drove you mad… don’t seem so bad. Tonight’s was good.

And now out on the streets beneath the rain you’ll bring that wild wet dream to life just as you should.

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