#triple frontier headcanon

[evaelace]

I haven’t posted about Triple Frontier in so long.

I literally do not even have my Triple Frontier blog anymore (lol suddenly I miss TripleIssue so much wow what a time of my life that was) but please.

Please. I just saw a video that has inspired the most emotional scene in my head about Benjamin Miller and I cannot stop thinking about it. (Thank you TikTok for inspiring me every day in the most random ways.)

Benjamín Miller that we all know would have a soft spot for kids (it definitely started with Frankie’s baby if not before that please bear with me here). Ben Miller that would have so much struggle feeling worthy of love but absolutely no problem falling in love with a single parent and their child.

Benny Miller that would show up for his little family every single day no matter the event, day, time, reason. If they call, he is coming. Hell, they don’t have to call because he is already there.

Benjamin Miller who would so happily take on the role of husband and father and caregiver and best friend because that’s who he is: protective and caring and so in love with his people.

And okay I’ll get to the point now but can we imagine that child getting to an age where they are able to legally change their last name on their own accord and they want to change it to Miller and as a surprise they hand him the official documents for making that request. And Benjamin Miller would unwrap it so delicately even though he has no idea what it is yet. And then he would be so confused at first… Reading that paper as quickly as he can to what they were so excited to be giving him… and then it hit would him. That they chose him the same way he chose them. The same way that he would choose them every single day whether he thought he was worthy of the opportunity or not.

The way his eyes would snap up from that paper, shining under the brim of an old baseball cap as he holds his breath hoping it’ll keep the tears in too. The way he would have to stumble forward into a hug where neither one of them is sure who is holding the other up.

I am distraught over this and I just had to rant about it this is so poorly worded I’m so sorry.

( @wyn-n-tonic please tell me you can see this too and I’m not rambling like a crazy person about nothing.)

[dailydragon08]

Soft Will who gets all :) when he meets his partner’s eyes across the room.

Soft Will who’s super attentive and always giving them his jacket when they’re cold and even starts bringing a jacket to events that doesn’t need one just in case THEY get chilly.

Soft Will who takes care of them when they’re sick/on their period/having a bad mental health day, fully armed with heating pads, medicine, warm blankets, snacks, movies, and makes sure they’re getting enough iron, vitamins, and protein.

Soft Will who gives and guides and whispers sweet nothings during the most romantic sex they’ve ever had.

Soft Will who lives for the pillow talk after.

Soft Will who squeezes his partner’s hand and hugs them tight after a nightmare or during fireworks or going through the grocery store, letting all the walls of stoicism fall for just a brief moment when he looks at them cuz he knows he doesn’t have to hide in front of this person.

Soft Will who will 100% engage in a squirt gun battle with the seriousness of a soldier.

Soft Will who will proudly put his arm around their shoulders in front of the guys.

Soft Will who immediately pulls you onto his lap during movie nights.

Soft Will who gets a little watery during the first “I love you,” no matter which of them said it, cuz he was so convinced for so long he’d never get to have a first “I love you” again.

Soft Will who may not emote much, but a little spark of excitement enters his eyes and he gives a little lopsided smile whenever his partner walks into the room.

Soft Will who never misses an opportunity to tell people he loves how great, smart, talented, and what a wonderful person they are (he might not shout it from the rooftops, but he doesn’t make a secret of it either).

Soft Will who stands there gaping the first time he sees them all dressed up and/or in a swimsuit.

Soft Will who loves playing with his partner’s hair.

Soft Will who loves running his hands over his partner’s bare skin and tracing little shapes.

Soft Will who lives for cradling their face during forehead touches.

Soft Will who’s just so grateful he found someone after all the shit he’s been through that made him feel broken and unlovable.

Just soft Will.

[melodygatesauthor]

Preciously Plump - The One-shot

Santiago "Pope" Garcia X f!plussize!Reader

Requested by Anon

Takes place within the headcanon “Preciously Plump”. This is an expansion on that fic. - Reader is a little self conscious.

Summary: After a nice dinner date, you go back to Santi's place for the evening. He treats you to dessert.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, topics of feeling uncomfortable in own skin, plus coded reader, p in v creampie, reader is on bc, oral sex f receiving - Just a little addition, writing this fic hit a little close to home while writing it (particularly in the beginning) so if you're sensitive about self-conscious topics in fics please read at own risk.

Word Count: 1.5k

You’d invited Santiago back to your place after a few dates. He was sitting at the foot of your bed, legs spread while he looked at you. You had just come out of the bathroom where you’d gone to freshen up.

“Let me see you sweetheart.” He said softly, crossing his arms and watching you intently.

You gulped, feeling the anxiety creeping in. You knew that this moment would happen at some point, getting naked in front of Santi. He seemed to like how you looked, but it was always different in clothing versus being completely nude. What if he thought the cellulite around your legs was disgusting, or what about the fact that your tummy hung down a little too far for your liking?

“What’s wrong?” He dropped his arms at his sides and stood from the bed. He walked up to you and cupped your cheek in one hand and put his other hand against your hip, “cariño, I’m not going to pressure you to do anything you don’t want to do, but I promise, I’m more than excited to see what you’ve been keeping wrapped up in those pretty clothes you wear…if you feel like showing me.”

“What if you don’t like it?” You asked, looking away from his face.

He brought his hand to your chin and turned you to look him in the eye. He kissed you deeply, breathing heavily and grinding himself against you. You pulled him in close, entangling your fingers in his hair.

“Not a chance.” He reached his hand down and squeezed one of your ass cheeks roughly.

He latched his lips over your neck and started kissing his way down your chest, in between your breasts and then kneeling down in front of you. You looked down at him quizzically, not sure what his next move would be, but he lifted up your shirt and started kissing your tummy softly. He tugged at the waist of your pants and started to pull them down around your thighs.

“Santi…” You said breathlessly.

He looked up at you with those beautiful brown eyes you’d stared at over dinner. You didn’t stop him, and even helped him get them off by pulling your ankles through each leg as he took your pants off. He stood back up, bringing your face in for more tender kisses while walking you backward to the bed. The backs of your knees hit the mattress and you fell back. He was on his knees again at the foot of the bed when you looked up at him. His face was in line with your mound.

“Put your legs up on my shoulders.” He ordered, patting his right arm.

“But Sant, honestly, I’m not-”

“Come on, you’re not as heavy as you think you are, hermosa, I promise you that.” He winked, picking one of your legs up and putting it over his right shoulder.

You complied and put the other over his left, still feeling unsure if he was just being polite, or if he actually liked the way you looked. He ran his finger over your panties, brushing across your clit and soaking them through with your arousal. You whined, gripping the sheets on either side.

“Is that all for me cariño?” He gently tapped the space between your legs with his fingertips, making a wet slapping sound when he did.

“S-sorry, guess I’m just excited.”

“Good.” You heard him shuffling around in his pockets. “Don’t move.”

You obeyed, not sure what he was doing down there, but you felt something cold and metal. Then you heard a snapping tear followed by the cool air hit your soaking wet folds.

“Did you just…cut my underwear?” You asked, brow furrowed.

“I’ll buy you a new pair.” He didn’t wait for your response before covering your cunt with his mouth.

Even if you’d wanted to protest, still feeling a bit self conscious, you were rendered speechless by the flicking of his tongue over your sensitive clit. You whined, bucking your hips upward to feel him even more. He put one hand over your stomach to hold you down while keeping the other squeezing your hip.

“Santi…” You gasped as he kept going, your body was trembling under his oral assault.

“Never tasted anything so good, cariño.” He said softly before going back for more.

He was making the wettest and sloppiest noises with his mouth, just trying to taste every last drop that came out of you. He brought the hand from your hip around and slid a finger deep into your cunt, feeling the soft walls as they fluttered under his tongue. You reached down and took a fistful of his hair between your fingers.

Santi moaned, and despite your reservations, you relaxed. He seemed to be enjoying himself, so you should too. As soon as you relaxed, everything felt that much better. Another thick finger of his slid in to meet the first. You let out a gasp, grabbing the sheets tighter with your free hand.

Santiago moved faster, drawing harsher and more desperate whimpers from your lips. You kept your hand on his head, pushing him down over your mound and feeling your core light up. His movements slowed and became more intentional, just at the right time to hit your walls in a way that sparked your climax.

“Santi I’m gonna, oh I’m…” You couldn’t even utter the words before you were a gasping mess against the mattress.

You couldn’t believe how good his mouth felt, but nothing compared to his cock. He stood up and pulled his pants down around his thighs. He let your right leg drop over the edge of the mattress while holding the other up against his chest. You heard wet sounds as he glided the tip of his shaft along the opening of your cunt. You bit your lip and arched your hips in a desperate motion.

“Mm, so needy, I like it.” Santi said in a dark tone before sliding himself into you and filling you to the hilt.

You both let out a moan into the room, but you didn’t have long to recover before he was slapping his hips against you with fervor. He wasn’t kidding when he said he loved your body. One hand was gripping the plump flesh of your hip, while the other was holding on to your leg that still rested along his torso. He turned his head and kissed your calf.

“Mm,” you groaned.

Everything became a symphony of sounds coming from his sweet lips. He reached his large hand forward to brush over your stomach, squeezing and reveling in the feeling of your body.

“Your skin is so soft sweetheart, love the way it feels.” He commented, fucking into you faster.

Not as good as your cock feels, you thought, unable to speak coherently. Your eyes clamped shut while you felt your body tingling from his continued thrusting through your heated core.

“Come on, hermosa, look at me, wanna see your face when you come on my dick.” He squeezed your leg closer to his body for leverage to move faster.

You opened your eyes and met with his. He licked his lips and then bit down on the bottom one while he grunted and thrusted harder. He exhaled sharply.

“You’re so tight sweetheart, I can feel it squeezing, not gonna last…” He leaned over, your leg slid off his shoulder and onto the bed.

He pulled you closer while he started kissing you hungrily. His forehead pressed against yours and his speed increased beyond what you’d ever felt. He turned into a grunting groaning mess while he chased his climax. He pressed his lips to your ear.

“Are you going to come for me, my pretty bebita? I wanna feel you squeeze my cock sweetheart.” His thrusts came to a halt and you felt a searing warmth flood your walls.

You felt that same wave of immeasurable pleasure from before, but this time stronger as it coursed through your body and into the space between your legs. Your cunt gushed over his girth, squeezing it just as he’d asked you to. He brought his lips to yours, feeding on the moans that escaped you.

“That feel good, baby? Yeah, listen to you, so pretty sweetheart.”

As you both came down from your high, he stepped back and pulled out of you. You heard his cum dripping out onto the floor. He went to the bathroom and came back with a towel. After cleaning you up, he reached out a hand and helped you off the bed.

When he pulled you up, he leaned in and brushed against your lips for a gentle kiss.

“Will you stay the night with me, Santi?” You asked, pleading as desperately as you could with your eyes.

He smiled, eyes wrinkling on the sides, “of course hermosa, wouldn’t want to miss an opportunity to do this again in the morning.”

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How an Argument Ends (Will)

Benny // Frankie // Santiago

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- It takes a lot for you two to get in an argument

- Which is why you’ve only had two prior to this one

- Both of you are too stubborn to give in and apologize

- It made it awkward for everyone… or annoyed them

- Benny decided he should talk to you while Frankie decided he’d take Will

- His brother helped you realize that what you two have is special and you two should stop being quiet and get together

- Frankie, more or less, gave Will the same speech and he put a plan together

- Will made dinner, as a way to break the ice

- You got home from work, smelt the amazing meal, and knew what was in store for you

- He glanced back and turned off what he was finishing up so he could hold you

- After dinner, you two got ready for bed

- He mumbled an apology into your hair, holding onto you as if he was afraid to let you go

- You kissed his chest, over his heart and whispered an apology to him

- He let you know you didn’t have to but he (secretly) appreciated it

- And it made you feel better to actually be able to apologize

[whatthefishh]

Since I’m sick and dying

TF boys and sickness

Whose got the worst case of the man flu

Who refuses to admit anything is wrong until they have a 104 fever

You’re not DYING you’re just ill ❤️ hoping you feel better soon my darling

Will takes being sick super seriously. He calls off work, he makes his own tea, takes his steam showers, Vicks is by his side, has a line up of vitamins and meds he’s popping. He has it down to a science. He might let you help but mostly he’s pretty independent and sleeps it off.

Benny is annoying about it and texts the group chat ALL DAY since he’s bed ridden and basically has nothing to do, so everyone is subject to his thoughts all the time. Also has a marathon of movies running, eats all the wrong foods but chugs cartons of orange juice like his life depends on it. You have to remind him to take the medicine he needs.

Frankie is a soft little baby about it, he looks at you with his puppy dog eyes and you just want to take care of him, especially because he gets so sweet when you do. He showers you with praise as you hand him a warm cup of tea, staring up at you when you take his temperature and leans into your touch. He’s a baby lol.

And then there’s Santiago.

Santi likes to whine a lot. He calls of whatever plans he has, telling them he doesn’t know how long he’ll be sick for. To be fair, his knees also like to act up whenever he falls ill and he does go through it but it doesn’t excuse his bratty behaviour. He’s complaining all day about his nose, his head, the light, the sound, being hungry, wanting real food not whatever soup you give him, not liking the flavour of the lemon teas and insisting he needs to add sugar but you don’t let him. Eventually, you pass him some cough syrup so he knocks out but the guy somehow needs more than the regular person and wakes up sooner than he should’ve. He’s burying his face in your tummy, asking for head scratches like a persistent cat, and tossing the blanket over his head when you get up to close the curtains. He’s a mess. When he’s all better he makes sure to thank you the way he knows best 💖

[mrsfrankiemorales]

I'm ngl, I just got my nipples pierced last Friday. I can't stop thinking about Frankie's reaction to them 😩 please stare at the outline through my shirts, bby

[whatthefishh]

This is all true and I’m glad you said it

Physical Touch with the Triple Frontier Boys

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Thoughts on the TF boys expressing their love for you in Physical touch, and you returning it. Be sure to comment which love language you'd like to see next!

Acts of Service

Warnings: PIV sex, nonsexual nudity, mentions of oral, (f and m receiving), chronic pain, brief reference to child abuse (bc I can't let the Millers off easy, can I)

Didn't want to make his too sexual bc physical touch isn't just about sex but like. Let's be honest here, am I wrong?

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Benny Miller

Don't let him fool you. Benny is a strong farm boy, ex-military, but he's not afraid of being things that may be perceived as feminine. He will take any opportunity to touch you, even in the most innocent ways. You had a long day, and Benny was more than happy to treat you right. Using ingredients in the fridge that google said made face and hair masks (Is there avocado on your face right now? Yes. Are entirely sure the egg in your hair is doing anything? No.) Benny gives you the first facial that didn't involve his dick in your face since college. He puts on a homemade hair mask in your hair, massaging it into your scalp tenderly, and even letting you put the remainder in his hair. In the shower he washes you, and impressively does not make a move o fuck you, simply taking care of you. Afterwards, you sit in front of the tv between Benny's legs as he brushes and braids your hair so that the shiny locks (the eggs did work!) are in nice waves in the morning.

*

Benny had a long day, walking in your house and immediately flopping on the couch as he said hello. You knew what he wanted, even if he wouldn't ask, feeling silly. Walking over to him, you ask if he wants you to lay with him and he nods. Carefully, you lay down on top of his sprawled-out body. As you watched ABC family you play with his messy blonde hair, full body weight on him and wondering how he could breathe, you felt his body relaxing.

"You know Benny, we can get you a weighted blanket"

"I like this better."

Santiago Garcia

Santiago Garcia can't keep his hands off you, the bedroom is no exception. Santi would partake in a myriad of positions, but his favorites were anything that he got the most contact with your skin. Doing doggy style, he never strayed far, his chest connecting with your back, or he'd pull you up flush against him to cup your breasts and kiss your neck. When he went down on you, Santiago's hands were always busy, roaming your body as if it was the first time being explored. This man cannot even sit back and enjoy a blowjob, his hands are always in your hair as he tells you how beautiful you are, touching your tits, or feeling himself in your throat.

*

Stubborn man. He will not ask for help if it's his only option. He'll beg you to give him a 5th orgasm, but he cannot admit when he's in pain. It's not just his knees. This man is middle aged, and just like you, he has pains. When you push Santi onto the couch, telling him to take off his jeans, a grin splits on his face. "Hold your horses, cowboy"

You pull out the container of magnesium lotion, and he looks even more excited. "Santi it's not lube!" You rub the lotion on his legs, tenderly and carefully taking care of his knees and calves, even going to far are to peel off his socks. Initially not a fan, insisting his feet are 'gross', you insist you don't mind (he is freshly showered, of course) and ask if it's okay to try it. He lets you, and find he really, really likes his feet massaged. The magnesium helps with the aches, and it's always nice to skin to skin.

Will Miller

His body was broad and sweaty and all-consuming over you, his back chest up against your back as he fucked into your center, deep as always. Every fucking inch of you was covered by him, protected. As he lay on top, full weight heavy and comforting, his arms were wrapped over yours, fingers intertwined, even his legs were pinning you to the mattress. He came inside you, warmth coating you on the inside as much as his skin did on the outside, he took a few moments to breath to relish feeling you so completely. "Baby, can we stay like this for a bit?" He asked, not wanting to be any further away than he was right now. As he laid on top of you, only pulling away slightly to put a blanket over the pair of you, all you can think of is how safe and cared for he makes you feel. You fall asleep like that, with him still inside you, as close as two people can possibly be.

*

Will isn't a talker. If he's bothered, or upset or sad, he's not going to tell you. But that's why your job is take care of him. He cares for you, you care for him. But you have to frame it as asking a favor, as needing him. So, bathtub full of water lavender oil and Epsom salt, (no candle bc strong smells hurt Will's head), an open door so the steam and heat doesn't trigger him, you lay in the warm water with Will's large body surrounding you. He had his arms wrapped around you, knees bent around you as metaphorical extra protection to some imagined threat. Will likes this. Will likes being there to comfort you, Will likes to be there to protect you. Will is a caretaker, a protector, first and foremost, just ask Ben. Who shielded Ben from their dads alcoholic rages? Who bandages him up after fights? Will. Will needs to be needed, and you are happy to allow him that.

Francisco Morales

A hand on your thigh, fingers interlaced as you walk, a grasp around your waist. It's protective, he knows how men at bars can be, but also a bit possessive, you know, how Frankie wants to touch you all the time. His mind constantly whirs with worst case scenarios... he doesn't want you getting hurt, or someone touching you without consent... but also... he likes knowing. He likes knowing that other men see you, but know they can't have you, wouldn't even try, not with the way you sit on his lap. You are all dolled up, showing so much skin that a lesser man would be nervous, or demand you change. But Frankie doesn't see it like that. First of all, he would never tell you what to do. Second of all, he couldn't even if he tried, but thirdly, the primal, animalistic party of his mind loved showing you off. Look at how good you looked, and only he got to put his hands on you (Well, and Ben as you swing danced to Come on Eileen but that's beside the point). Frankie pinches your ass as you lean over the bar ordering another drink. For good measure.

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Later that evening, as the crowd fills in and the men get drunker, more obvious with their staring, even as you are surrounded by four ex-military men, you notice Frankie's touch more and more possessive around you. You excuse yourself to the bathroom, much to more Frankie's visible distress, and on your way back to put money in the jukebox. After a few other peoples songs came and went, Frankie immediately looks up from his drink, looking at Santi as "Siempre en mi Mente" by Juan Gabriel comes on, asking if he put it on, the only person Frankie assumed would even know Juan Gabriel. But you had paid attention to his Spotify as he cooked Sunday morning breakfast. Taking his large, rough hand, you pull Francisco to the dance floor. In the predominantly white small southern town, no one really knew the song, but a few couples were dancing, because really, who is resistant to Juan Gabriel? For the most part, however, the dance floor was nearly empty. This meant that as Frankie held you close, singing along to the words with his mouth hot against your ear, every men in the bar who had been eyeing you got to see his your hands on his as, signaling in no uncertain terms who you belonged to.

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[charliehoennam]

aftermath.

A/N: nobody asked for this, but all I've seen is Will smut (which I totally love, don't get me wrong) but I need some vulnerable Will

Pairing: Will Miller x f!reader

Warnings: grief, mourning, sad!will, mentions of death, mentions of Will's military past and Tom's funeral

One of the things you've always admired about Will is his strength. He was always the one to put on a brave face and push on. The captain in him had the duty of moving forward and completing whatever mission was at hand, whether it was getting his team to the landing zone or grocery shopping day at home.

It was that very same strength he possessed that got him through the darkest times in his life.

Losing his war veteran grandfather, losing his comrades in combat or to the haunting PTSD that they tried to chase away with substance abuse.

Before you came into his life, before he realized that he was lost in the same fog of that purgatory of PTSD, shutting his emotions out is the only thing he knew. After all that time, he came to believe it was easier than having to deal with them.

It just wasn't a priority; a moment of tears he refused to share with anyone anywhere other than sat naked and alone on the shower floor.

Tom wasn't the first friend he'd lost, but it doesn't mean it made losing him any easier.

It was easy for him to plaster a smile and bury his grief deep down until he felt it was time to unbury it and mourn.

Getting to that point of self-awareness was a victory in itself.

It took so much patience and love and pain, not only on his behalf but yours as well, to help him to understand what he was really struggling with.

He hadn't realized it had gotten so uncontrollable until the incident at Publix - the grand revelation of the weapon he could be, once shred of his humanity, provided the cathartic acceptance of the fact that he needed help.

Upon federal investigation, the story they told was that Tom had been shot and killed in a tragic mugging incident on their consultation trip. Just a boys' night out gone bad.

It wasn't too hard to believe, given they were 5 foreigners in a country that wasn't theirs. The heat from the Feds didn't last long. Thanks to Santiago's few but faithful contacts, that investment was quickly brought to an end.

It's barely 6 a.m. and you're stood in the kitchen making coffee, still processing how this all happened.

Your black dress is simple but elegant and modest against your body. Despite the itchy fabric, you can feel the early morning chill soaking through.

The dripping of the coffee maker lures you into a whirlwind of thoughts. You watch the droplets of dew form on the kitchen window against the cloudy sky which threatens to rain.

You start to second guess the toast when it pops up in the toaster. You're not the slightest bit hungry and you're positive Will won't be either, but you have to try.

He hasn't eaten right in the past couple days. You didn't say anything, but you've noticed the few bites he'd given his food and the way he'd pick at it.

He should've been ready and downstairs by now, so you decide to go up and check on him.

Moving forward is hard for most people, but for Will, it's what keep the pain at bay. The problem is when he stops.

Like a tornado, he's left with the screaming silence and the damage it left in it's wake.

Now that he's home, the mission of bringing Tom home is complete, the hard truth that his friend and mentor is gone has begun to sink in.

You gently knock on the door as you reach your shared bedroom.

"Honey, do you want any help?"

"I'm good, sweetheart. I'll be right out."

You can hear him sniffle despite his attempt to sound as normal as possible. Unconvinced, you turn the knob and open the door.

He's sat on the edge of the bed wearing a simple black suit as he looks back over his shoulder at you with a Marine coin in hand, a gift from Tom when Will confessed about his therapy sessions.

You aren't too surprised to see he changed out of the formal military blue suit he had out on earlier.

The ribbons, the medals, the badges... He couldn't put them on without feeling the crushing and staining weight of guilt.

"Lat minute outfit change?"

The corner of your lips curl in an attempt to smile, hoping to cheer him up with a bit of tease.

"I was gonna wear my dress blues, but..." he trails off for a moment to swallow hard. "Just didn't feel right."

Without a word, you quietly walk over and sit beside him. You're not sure what he needs right now, but you don't want him to feel alone.

"Black is more flattering if you ask me," you speak up.

His beard twitches as he attempts to smile. He knows you just want to help him feel better. Yet all he can do is stare down at the gold coin.

"Five times... Five times. Five close calls. And he survived them all. He didn't deserve to go out like that. He just wanted to help his family."

You fight back tears as you listen to him with an arm wrapped his back as you press your cheek to his shoulder.

"I told Santi to get him in. I said I'd go if Tom was in. Tom didn't even want to go in the first place. He didn't-"

There's a crack in his voice which he catches it in his throat to compose himself. He sniffles letting a tear cascade down his cheek only to wipe it away quickly, hoping you hadn't seen it.

"This isn't on you, Will."

He nods although you both know deep inside that he won't stop blaming himself.

"When you told me you were a marine, I knew the risks that came with that, Will. Every knock on the door had my heart racing. But I decided to stay with you because I love you. There wasn't a person on earth or a God in the sky that was gonna tell me otherwise. I knew the risks and I took 'em anyways because not having you would've hurt more... I don't understand how fate works other than we all end up the same. What I do know is that all we can do is love our close ones and cherish the good memories you have of them."

With a tearful and silent nod, he lowers his head and rests it against your chest. His arms lock around your waist as he surrenders to the tears in your embrace.

The tears quietly trickle down your cheeks as you listen to him finally breaking down.

With your lips pressed against his golden hair, you hold him in your arms and stroke the hair on the back of his neck to soothe him for as long as he needs.

All you can do is hold him through it and he couldn't be more thankful to have you in such a vulnerable moment after having faced them on his own for so many years.

Just the feeling of not being alone was overwhelming enough, but to have you holding him and reminding him of the things that are easy to ignore in grief give him hope.

Although he feels he's coming apart, he knows that he'll have the strength he's always had.

It's different now. It's not the strength to bury and forget; it's the strength to heal.

With a sigh of relief after a long, vulnerable moment, he pulls away from you and nods, mentally assuring himself that he's alright.

Upon arriving at the church, you're greeted by Molly so you offer your deepest condolences due to the circumstances. Just as Will, you find that the guys have all opted to wear normal black suits instead of the formal military uniform and you wonder if it's for the same reason.

"Sorry for that," he sniffles wiping his eyes as he tries to regain his composure, swallowing hard with guilt. "We should get going... I don't wanna be late."

You remind him that there is no need to apologize and that he can take the time to splash some water on his face to help him recollect before leaving.

Frankie doesn't say a word other than to Molly and the girls, apologizing for their loss. Throughout the priest's religious ceremony of easing words, Benny's apathetic eyes are glued to Tom's casket set in front of the church between his military portrait and a beautiful arrangement of white flowers. During Will's heartfelt eulogy, Santiago keeps his head lowered as the guilt consumes him.

The grift and sadness during the wake only follow and weigh heavier during the long walk to the gravesite, lingering among the guests of the funeral like a dark cloud. It's only reflected in depths by the light rain pitter-pattering all around.

The military traditions at the funeral leave a bitter tinge of irony in the boys as they watch Tom's casket lowering into the ground.

Tess's happy big doey eyes are now swollen and red as she cries under her mother's arm, hugging the folded flag as if it were her dad, while Molly holds her other and youngest daughter under the other arm.

Looking over at Will, you see that he's trying his hardest to keep his strong facade as well as the boys.

You slide your hand into his and whisper to remind him he's not alone and doesn't have to feel alone.

With a gentle squeeze to your hand, he nods.

"You with me?"

"I'm with you."

You and Will - as well as the guys and Tom's family - are the last to leave, reminding Molly that you're more than willing to help with anything.

Will, however, lingers a moment to speak to her private and tells her about the fund. You can tell from her reaction, she's genuinely surprised and thankful, relieved to know that she'll be able to pay for the funeral.

Having called your boss the previous day to let them know you wouldn't be going to work due to the funeral, you take the rest of the day off to recover from the overwhelming day after the funeral.

The drive home is quiet save for the rain against the car and the windshield, echoing into the vehicle which you insisted on driving to give Will some mental ease. He didn't put up a fight. He was quite relieved you'd offered.

In spite of being eager to understand how he's doing, you refuse to burden him with constant questions and decide to respect his mourning process. So, you keep a hand on his thigh to remind you're in this together.

He doesn't mind it at all. In fact, he is grateful for your respect and your thoughtfulness. His hand rests over yours and doesn't leave until you have to pull your hand back to turn the steering wheel, but it finds it's way back onto his leg, warm fully welcomed by his engulfing hand.

As you're undressing in your room, Will's hand catches yours while you're unzipping your dress.

"Thanks... I don't know about you, but I'd say this weather is perfect cuddling weather," you share letting the dress hang loosely off your shoulders.

Will smiles shyly as if you'd read his mind and locks his arms around your waist.

"I couldn't agree more."

[pygmi-cygni]

Room of Requirement: Oscar Isaac Characters

what do they need most? (if you don't get the reference dw about it)

Marc: A chiropractor's office. But it would only be him; I think the joint pain goes away when the others are fronting and specifically Marc is the one with back/shoulder problems. I can just imagine him seeing a chiropractor and being like finally I can move correctly.

Jake: Man-cave. Like, he doesn't front much to just...chill out. I think he'd like a man-cave, with a TV and some booze and one of those really squishy leather recliners.

Steven: Decaf oatmilk latte with vanilla hazelnut syrup. Marc is too shy to order a drink that long and Jake refuses to drink anything without a metric fuckton of caffeine so poor Steven never gets to enjoy his favorite coffee :( but he does this time!

Leto Atreides: the biggest, fluffiest, best bed in the world. Mans needs a nap. and one of those body pillows that are supposed to help your posture or whatever because I bet his back issues are also a bit crazy.

Santiago: A nice little coffeeshop so he can talk with his mom. I think that would be nice, a little hole-in-the-wall cafe with the sticky tables and the plastic coverings over checkered tablecloths. With the dirty framed pictures stacked on bookcases and the walls three different shades of the same-ish kind of yellow because the owners couldn't afford enough paint to fix the cracks. You know what I'm talking about. He drinks cappucinos.

Anselm: Bonsai plants. I think this guy would fucking love bonsai. Imagine him in his office, trimming those little trees and being like 'hm yes I shall create a business for this' and then shooting anybody that says 'ew no what the fuck.'

Nathan: just a normal room with color and plants and books and stuff, to remind him what normal people live like. He created a beige mom house and now he needs to be reminded of normal visual stimulation.

Poe Dameron: stim toys. He has adhd, that is my fanon for him and I'm sticking to it. I think he'd really like the fidget rings or the cubes with switches and dials on them.

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@unear7hly @chaithetics @ominoose

[whatthefishh]

Literally the most entertaining thing I’ve read in a hot minute I love this!!

Hello! Would you ever expand the sex worker universe? I would love to read about will and benny and santi

Hello lovely Nonnie! Thank you for sending in this fun ask! I wanted to grab it and answer it over some other stories because I’m elbows-deep in other content, but this is something that’s also been bopping around in my head.

The short answer is: probably not. I like all of the TF!Boys just fine, and I love pulling them into Frankie and Ms J’s stories, but I don’t plan on expanding the Sex Worker!Frankie universe to include standalone stories for the boys. However, I do have some headcanons about the boys when they were all working together that I thought would be fun to share:

Sex Worker!TF Boys Headcanons

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, Sex Worker!TF Boys, watch me make up shit about sex work, descriptions of sex with clients (including PiV sex, oral sex, group sex, and BDSM), descriptions of male and female bodies, the boys are implied bi/heteroflexible, mentions of drug use, discussion of the aftermath of military service, a brief Tom appearance, assholery and derogatory language pertaining to sex work (only in Tom's if you want to skip).

Pope’s

We all know Santi started “Pope’s” 

Part of it was for the money; he only had girls to start, recommended to him by his friend Javi, former DEA in Columbia

But when his fellow brothers in arms were struggling to get work, he thought he might have found a niche market

Will said they’d get one phone call and that would be that. Benny bet Frankie fifty bucks it would be for him.

In the first week Santi got ten calls for the rugged men he’d convinced to pose for his strip club posters

The screening was the same as what he did for his girls

STD tests, birth control, health, payment, rules

The sweetness of their nerves only solidified what Santi was doing

Will was actually the first of them to have a client

When they met up for beers after his appointment, he walked in with a sheepish look

“Yeah okay, it was…it was a good time. I’d do it again.”

Benny and Frankie got into the rotation next, and after their first few appointments it was like entering a new brotherhood

Santi swore he saw them come back to life

The stress of reintegrating into civilian life while also needing to make a living washed off of them

They could do this, were good at this, and even enjoyed it

It’s work sometimes, like when Benny has a fight the night before and has a little less stamina, or if Frankie’s having a rough day, but like any job they still rise to the occasion

And the reviews are glowing

Santiago “Pope” Garcia

A few times Santi would take clients of his own

He called it the “Manager Special”

He liked the calls that were bristly, doubtful

“I’ve never had a man make me cum and I’m at the point where I just want to see if it’s possible.”

“I honestly don’t know why I called.”

“You must get lots of women who know just what they want.”

He likes the challenge, and can take a little bit of a cold shoulder to start

100% success rate for turning around an appointment

The woman who couldn’t cum needed lots of foreplay, Santi’s slick tongue and coaxing fingers pulling her first one out amidst a chorus of “Oh fucks!”

She knows now that smooth and steady is her recipe for cumming with a cock inside her

The ones who are hesitant are fun

Santi likes to watch when the urge to bolt out of the room is replaced with lust and post-orgasmic haze

Having them writhing in the sheets, clutching at him and begging him not to stop? Worth every minute

And if they don’t know what they want? If Santi can’t figure out which of the boys is best for her?

Well then, he has a lot of tricks up his sleeve. One of them is sure to work

His filthy talk is guaranteed to at least get their motor running

And he'll never admit it, but the brattier they are, the harder he gets

Getting someone face-down in the pillow hoarsely chanting his name after a battle of wills?

Feeling them relax around him and take what he's plowing into their body?

It never fails to put a grin on Santi's face

And if they try to regain the upper hand after Santi cums?

Poor dears have no idea he's got a short refractory period

He's got them folded in half under him and chasing another orgasm in record time

Santi is still running Pope's after the boys leave, but it's just his girls now

He has a few repeat clients that request Will or Benny, but only a handful over several months

And one time he gets a sweet, nervous divorcee looking for someone to treat her kindly

And he instantly knows who to call

Will “Ironhead” Miller

Will always ends up being the main attraction on the flyers

Santi prefers to stay out of sight and behind the scenes, and Benny is already on posters for his boxing career

He couldn’t convince Frankie to smolder with a camera on him. The second it turns on he’s all awkward energy

Will exudes quiet confidence, and that apparently does it for a lot of clients

Santi sends Will the half-confident ones, who have maybe used an escort service before. 

They’re experienced in their own way and know what they want. Will is happy to give it to them

But there are also the desperate ones.

Failed marriages, stressful lives, partners away on business trips, kids out of town and they just need to feel seen and fucked senseless for an hour

He’s attentive, watching their faces for the minute signal that he needs to stroke faster, suck harder, whisper something in her ear to tip her over the edge

This attentiveness is why when Santi gets a unique call, he goes to Will first

“Ever do any BDSM stuff?”

Will does some reading, watches some videos, listens to some BDSM community leaders

He can definitely understand the appeal

The first client is a softball, just looking to be tied up and spanked a little

She cums so hard Will loses feeling in his hand from how tightly she’s squeezing him

The shudder that overcomes her when he hums out “good girl” makes him shudder too

From then on Santi sends Will anything with a BDSM tilt

Will excels at reading his client’s body language, but consent and negotiations are a large part of the appointment too

Will is the only one of the boys who requires a phone call with a client before he’ll participate. No charge, and no booking until his questions are satisfied

His clients often tell him the negotiation is half the foreplay for them

Will also has the most repeat clients. 

It comes with the territory, and knowing his clients wants and needs more intimately than from one session is what makes him so desirable

He often doms, both hard and soft (but he prefers soft)

He’ll sub occasionally too, if the client is right

Couples require two separate phone calls, and additional measures to ensure everyone’s safety and pleasure

He is methodical, rigorous, and diligent

Will leaves Pope’s when he’s saved up enough money to open his own little car repair shop

He likes working with his hands, taking things apart and falling into the calm headspace of rooting out problems and solving them

He still takes an old regular once and a while

After all, they’ve put a lot of time in. It would be a shame for them to start all over when he knows exactly what they need

Benny Miller

Being a sex worker with your brother is weird

Benny never thought asking about Will’s day would lead to discussions over brands of condoms or bed restraint preferences

But here they are

At least they’re not in close proximity, and they decided on a clear line not to cross when discussing work

Benny started soon after Will because the money sounded too damn good

He was working his way up the food chain in the boxing ring, but it would be nice to make some cash that didn’t involve getting the shit beat out of him

The exhaustion after an appointment was much more satisfying

Santi sends Benny the “party clients”

Bachelorette parties that need spicing up

Those that want to have their world rocked seven different ways and in gravity-defying positions

Occasionally the brazen ones who want the title of being Benny’s best lay

If it sounds like a party scene from a 90’s movie, Benny’s your man

He’s devilishly handsome, which of course helps when the door opens and eight screaming women greet him

Plus his body is rippling and firm, perfect for fingers or manicured nails to skim over

His stamina is well tested, and he loves ratioing his client’s orgasms against his own

His current best is 5:1

He also enjoys being playful in bed

Tossing the client around, nipping and scratching lightly as they squirm underneath him

His mouth can run a mile a minute with little praises and quips

Unless, of course, it’s otherwise occupied, in which his hums and groans will speed them to a faster orgasm anyways

Benny’s “never have I ever” roster is incredibly small

Fucked every hole? Yes

Milked out every drop of their cum? Yes

Tried every creative position, including hanging off a hotel chandelier? Oh yes

He convinced the client that it would definitely come down, but he did fuck her standing up and let her thread her fingers through the metal as long as she promised not to pull

She pulled his hair instead as she came

Benny also loves groups - to be watched, to have them join in, to be in a mass of writhing bodies and skin and pleasure

He can’t be as unreserved as he might have been in the past, simply because he’s being paid to be the guide, but he’ll take moments to relish in the raw sexuality of it all

Men, women, as long as everyone’s having a good time Benny is in his element

He leaves Pope’s soon after Will, his boxing career starting to make the chance of him getting recognized more and more likely

Not that he’d necessarily mind, but if he was going to make a go of it, it was time to jump in with both feet

But if something juicy comes up - a “Just Divorced” party or a fiery client begging for a challenge, Benny can’t help saying yes

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Frankie was the most nervous about working for Pope

It took him a full month of asking Will and Benny questions about it before he could commit

“Are the girls expecting a lot when they come in?” “I mean, usually not much more than you’d normally do for a woman, Frankie.”

“Does it get weird?” “It’s a little awkward to start, but once you start getting into it most of the nerves go away.”

“What do you normally do?” “Jesus, Frank, do I have to give you the birds and the bees talk?”

But finally he calls Pope and says he’s in, at least for a little while

He figured it would be a little less passionate, a little less connection than Frankie normally craves in a sexual encounter

What he didn’t expect was how much he’d like it

What Benny and Will hadn’t put in as many words, and what Santi had glazed over, is how much it felt like helping someone

It stroked at a caregiver desire in Frankie, to give and soothe and make another person happy

The price of coke was the first reason why Frankie started sex work, but the work itself is what kept him there

Santi sends Frankie the shy ones, nervous or full of hang-ups around sex

Frankie excels at making them feel at ease, and then making them feel every pleasure they can think to ask for

He especially loves eating pussy, both for himself and for how reactive the clients are under his hot mouth and relentless tongue

He knows he’s better at it than most, taking his time to find the spots that make them cry out (it’s different for everyone, but he’s got some tried-and-true techniques)

When he puts his big hands on their hips and hold them down, feeling them clenching on his tongue, he has to bite back a growl

Beyond the oral, or the penetrative sex, Frankie also excels at the intimacy of the situation

It’s weird, paying for something that should be easy enough to get for free, and that can make any person feel broken

But if they're inexperienced, or had a string of bad lovers, and their confidence is low, Frankie will take every moment of time together to make them feel like the most desirable person on the planet

His hands roam skin slowly, reverently

He likes placing kisses along the dips and curves of bodies

Not every client wants to be kissed on the mouth, but when he does he’s sure to leave them breathless

Santi calls it the “Boyfriend Experience” and it’s Frankie’s pride and joy to offer

But the coke begins to creep up as Frankie struggles with his own self-worth in the reflection of his clients

Once they leave he’s back to being just Frankie, coke addict, ex-military working at a mind-numbingly boring airport hanger

And he yearns for the touches he gives to the people who walk in and out of his life

Santi kicks Frankie out when the coke becomes all-encompassing

He enters his hardest, and darkest days, and comes out on the other side

He knows sex work will tempt him, so he starts working for Will instead, and things finally feel brighter

Santi throws him the odd client here and there, but they tend to be simple one-offs

Easy money, straightforward needs, no chance for attachment

Frankie thinks it’s Santi’s way of protecting him, and the twin annoyance and gratefulness wars in his chest

And then one day, Santi calls him for a client he thinks Frankie will like

It’s the understatement of the century

Tom “Redfly” Davis

(Dis)honorable mention of the original team

Santi never offered, due to Tom’s marriage

That doesn’t stop Tom from making the odd tasteless joke about “having to turn down the pimp” or "how he avoided getting sex trafficked"

He makes too many STD jokes, even though he’s heard about how rigorous Santi is with keeping everyone clean and healthy

The boys (and his girls) know everyone who works at the health clinic by their first name

When Tom jokes about needing sanitizer after shaking Benny’s hand, everyone’s hackles go up

When he also asks too many questions about if any of them are “gay for pay,” Santi has to walk away before he punches him

They stop inviting him around soon after

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[dailydragon08]

Will thinks a partner/reader who isn’t a morning person is adorable. He’s a huuuuge morning person and will do everything to help them out in the morning—making their coffee and breakfast, scraping any snow or ice off their car, taking the dog out, clearing their place at the table—just cuz that’s who he is. But he loves when they pad into the kitchen all sleepy, rubbing their eyes, especially if they’re still in their PJs (which usually consist of his shirt), and just laughs when they grumble at him.

[melodygatesauthor]

Benny miller with #7 romantic pretty please I think some Benny fluff is required

Home Safe

bbf!Benny Miller X f!Reader

Nonnie CONGRATULATIONS, you are the FIRST fluff request haha, I'm excited for this. I went with my bbf (brother's best friend) Benny. You are Santiago Garcia's little (adopted to stay all race inclusive) sister and you and Benny have been seeing each other in secret for a little while. - Prompt: “Call me when you get home, so I know you’re safe.”

Tags/Warnings: SFW, soft!Benny, bbf!Benny, reader is Santi's younger adopted sister, age gap (reader is 22, Benny is 35), fluff, cute shit

Word Count: 743

Benny groaned and shifted underneath you as the movie you were watching on Netlfix concluded. You sat up, looking over at him while he leaned forward and clicked off the television with the remote and then turned to look at you. It was hard to hide your downturned expression. Saying goodbye was always a heartbreaking ordeal with him. Sometimes you didn’t know when you’d get to see him again.

“It’s almost eleven. Santi’s going to lose his shit if you aren’t home in time.” He said, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your fingers.

“He’s not my dad.” You reminded Benny, as though he’d forgotten.

“He worries about you though. He cares about you.” He shrugged, “it’s better than not having anyone sweetheart.”

You pulled your hand away and stood up, “you’re starting to sound like you don’t want me here.”

“Honey.” Benny was fast to get up and wrap his large arms around you from behind.

He put his chin on your head and kept his hands around your waist. You giggled when his lips tickled the soft skin of your neck. You spun around, looking deeply into his eyes. He kissed you gently.

“I would love nothing more than to have you here every single day for the rest of our lives, but you and I both know…now isn’t the time.” He pressed his lips together in a thin line.

“I know.” You kissed him again before walking over to the entryway where your coat and shoes were.

“You’re still upset.” He said in a cold tone.

You both loved and hated that Benny could tell when you were still irritated about something. On one hand, you wanted to be able to hide your feelings sometimes. Sometimes you didn’t feel like you necessarily needed to talk about what was bothering you, but other times, it felt good to know that he knew you so well.

You spun around, “yes, and I’ll remain upset until we find a way to talk to Santi. I miss you all the time.”

“Alright…” He pulled his phone out of his back pocket. You watched in awe as he pressed a few buttons and held it to his ear.

“Benny no!” You shouted, grabbing it from him.

“Hello?” You heard Santi on the other line.

You froze, handing it back to Benjamin “shit eating grin” Miller.

“Hey man, how’s it going?” Benny asked, making a kissy face at you.

“You called me, Ben. Everything ok? It’s late man.”

“Yeah I was just…” He looked over at you. You were shaking your head and running your hand vertically across your throat telling him no. “I was just wondering what you had going on tomorrow, was thinking about getting everyone together to go bowling or something.”

You let out a sigh of relief.

“So you called at almost eleven at night to ask about bowling tomorrow?”

“You know, I didn’t realize it was that late. My bad…so…wanna go?” Benny shrugged at you, to which you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah sure, I’ll see if…wants to join us.” You were excited when Santi mentioned your name, meaning you would get to see Benny tomorrow.

“Alright cool, night!” Benny hung up before Santi could respond.

You shook your head in disbelief, “I’m leaving.”

Benny gave you a soft smirk and a peck on the lips, “call me when you get home, so I know you’re safe.”

“Fine.” You agreed before giving him one more kiss and leaving the house.

When you got home, a short ten minute drive from Benny’s, Santi was in the kitchen getting a glass of water. He smiled at you.

“How was Chelsea?” He asked, gulping down some of his glass.

You shrugged, “she’s fine.”

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. You knew instinctively that it was Benny, but you couldn’t look yet.

“Benny called, wants to go bowling tomorrow. You have any plans?”

“No, I’d love to go bowling.” You gave him a half-hearted smile.

“Alright cool.” He put the glass in the sink.

You went to your room after that and lay down in your bed. When you opened your phone you had a sweet text from Benny. He sent a picture with a kissy face.

Benny: I love you, let’s not rush things and mess it up ok? We will tell him when the time is right. We have our whole lives to figure it out. You: I love you too Benny.

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Masterlist

[crazyk-imagine]

How an Argument Ends (Benny)

Will // Frankie // Santiago

This idea came to me out of nowhere. I’m happy to have been able to write so much with my three-day weekend!

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- It started off over something stupid

- You knew it, he knew it

- Then he said something he shouldn’t have and didn’t realize it at the time

- You didn’t blow up in his face, wanting to give him time to cool off

- He didn’t, then you blew up

- You leave him alone and give him the silent treatment

- He doesn’t leave your side and doesn’t stop following you around

- He keeps asking you questions, waiting for you to break

- It takes you a couple of days before you crack

- At that point you and him sit down, to have a long talk and say your apologies

- He may or may not have persuaded his way into some really hot makeup sex

- That also lead to Benny saying some very heartfelt things which, may or may not, have led you to crying (happy tears, of course)

- That freaked him out because he thought he might have hurt you or said something wrong

- Lying in bed, you two face one other

- It gave you two the opportunity and time to make up for all the missed laughter and inside jokes you two make on the daily

[whatthefishh]

At my friend’s bachelorette weekend and all kinds of worked up so my brain is v horny

Who, out of the TF boys got the dirtiest mouth?!?!?

Who talks more in bed, and is it more praise or degradation? Who doesn’t stfu? I need thoughts to fuel me

I’m in the back of my friends car right now on a mini road trip hehe Omg okokokok

I feel like Santi is definitely filthy of fkn COURSE he’s not even hiding it but I think Frankie being all quiet and soft brown eyes is the most deceptive.

He doesn’t stfu. Once he’s inside you, he literally just runs his mouth and groans and moans and grunts and alllll the hot things. It’s definitely all praise, too. On second thought, he doesn’t even need to be inside you, even just seeing you, feeling you, tasting you he’s making all the noises. He doesn’t even realize his words are bringing you pleasure, bringing you to the edge faster, he’s just doing it because he can’t shut the fuck up.

Santi switches between praise and degradation, or mixes them even.

“You look so good on your knees, baby, I love when you choke on me like that, my pretty little slut.”

Yeah. Santi runs his mouth, too, but he’s never hidden that about himself and knows the effect it has on you. He uses specific phrases he knows get you riled tf up.

Benny is mouthy, allllll praise in his southern twang. Will is more quiet, just reverent and takes his time to appreciate your noises, groaning in pleasure when you’re near your peak.

Okay that’s all I have rn. Does this help bb? Enjoy xx

[pasc4lfuzz]

frankie 'catfish' morales instagram profile

FRANKIE FRIDAY Y'ALL!!!

Frankie's profile is full of pics of him with his friends, i feel like in their group Frankie is the one that loves their frindship the most. He really likes his nickname and now uses for every username in social media.

Time for a little headcanon here, frankie is a boy dad (srry not srry), i mean... imagine this man teaching his little boy how to play soccer, or showing him some helicopters when he can bring his kid to his work. So every now and then Frankie post something about his boy because he also doesn't like to expose his kid very much on the internet, only if his account is public wich i imagine he would have a private account, so in that case photos of his little boy for everybody!

Of course i did not forget to talk about his love for flying, the second love of his life because the first is his boy. Poor man lost his license but in here HE DIDN'T, frankie loves everything about the skyies, he cannot live in a world where he can't reach the clouds. He likes to show people his way of seeing the blue that's above our heads.

If you wanna see more pedro characters ig profile check here!

[pedge-page]

Wearing a nice dress and going out with Frankie to nice dinner, except the "nice dress" doesn't allow for a bra so you go without. And given how exceptionally chilly it is tonight, you have to make use of a unique backup for your breasts to look appropriate in the thin fabric of the gown.

Its not until afterwards when he's pushing you through the door at home, devouring your lips and using his rough hands to strip you, that he sees the little flower petal nipple patches, and Fish goes absolutely feral.

Makes you straddle him while he sits up on the couch and ride him hard, his bicep wrapped obsessively around your middle back, dark gaze hypnotized by your tits bouncing in his face as he tries everything to get your little pebbles to pierce through the flower pads (but they look sooo pretty on you)