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alwayslurkinginthebackground · 4 months ago

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In the Winter - A "Kissing You" Drabble

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader Warnings: LOL this is so rated E for every single reason. Oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, cum play, you name it. Word Count: 2355 Prompt #56: Pulling your love in your lap, them straddling your hips. a/n: I watched Triple Frontier twice in a week and this happened. Happy Winter!

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You’d grown up in the cold, but Frankie most certainly had not.

“How the fuck does anyone live here?” Frankie asks for what you’re pretty sure is the fourth time since you started shoveling out the driveway. Snow was still falling, but you’d lived there long enough to know that shoveling a little at a time was greatly preferable to plowing your way through the higher drifts later. Your dad didn’t believe in snowblowers so shoveling was the only option, and this made it easier. It was a whole deal.

You stop for a moment, leaning against your shovel as you wipe away a few stray strands of hair from your cheek. “You deal with it,” you shrug, although you’ll be the first to admit that living in Florida for the past few years has made dealing with it a lot harder than it used to be.

Frankie mirrors you, his weight shifting against his own shovel as he breathes heavily. A giggle escapes you at the sight - Francisco Morales in a bright blue parka, his jeans tucked into an old pair of your father’s boots. A winter hat that replaced his standard baseball cap sits atop his head, and his cheeks are rosy red from a mixture of cold and the exertion of clearing the driveway.

“I’m starting to regret volunteering for this,” he quips, taking a few steps toward you as he drags the shovel behind him, the metal scraping against the icy pavement.

“But now Dad loves you,” you tease, maneuvering in his direction with a sway of your hips, “and wasn’t that your goal?”

His eyebrows raise in disbelief, “how did you…”

“Isn’t it?” you ask again, popping the “T” in your response as a smile plays at your lips. When your mom learned that you had some time off, she’d insisted that you come home for the holidays, and Frankie had been oddly eager to join you. It didn’t take long for you to realize that Frankie was trying hard to impress your parents, but it wasn’t until you accidentally overhead a conversation in your father’s study that you fully understood why.

Your boyfriend is close enough now that his breath mingles with your own, fogging in-between your bodies. From where you stand, even through the layers you both wear, you can feel the heat radiating off him. You automatically lean closer, swaying in his direction, but he surprises you by pulling back, resuming the task of clearing snow with a sly smile plastered on his face.

“What the fuck, Frankie?”

“If my purpose here is to impress your father, then I’d better finish clearing out this driveway,” he states, effortlessly working to clear the remaining snow with renewed determination. “Plus, anyone could see us out here.”

Arousal pools deep in your belly as you watch him work, and you glance back at the house, where soft light pours out the front window. Frankie’s right, anyone could see you out here, your parents included, but it’s also late. Late enough that the street around you is quiet, and you’re fairly certain your parents have already gone to bed.

Which is why, when you look back at Frankie, your brain short circuits. He’s grunting as he lifts another load of snow and it causes a flash of heat to course through your veins, and you curse the archaic traditions that have you sleeping in separate bedrooms. Frankie had sheepishly followed orders, bunking downstairs in the guest room while you took your childhood bedroom two stories up. You’d protested, but this trip and their impressions were important to Frankie, which meant they were important to you, but now your ability to refrain from sneaking beneath his sheets is wearing thin.

And, then, a plan forms in your mind.

You drop your shovel where it stands, moving with purpose down the driveway. He’s focused enough on his task that he doesn’t hear you, the sound of your footsteps muffled by his hat, and he’s obviously surprised when you grab his arm and drag him back toward the house. His shovel drops with a second loud clang, and you wince, hoping that it doesn’t wake anyone inside the house, but you keep moving, intent on getting him inside as soon as possible.

“What are you…” he asks, but you drown out his response with your lips on his the second you have him pulled into the garage. With the door closed behind him, he winds his arms around you, still covered hands spanning the width of your back.

Frankie’s a good kisser, you learned that on your first date, but nothing ever seems to prepare you for the way he devours you. You might be in control, pressing him firmly against the door, but he maintains a near-frantic pace, biting at your lower lip in a well-practiced effort that draws a moan out of you.

It’s overwhelming, and you’re unsure how he’s been able to notice anything in the moments since you stepped into the garage when you already feel like you’re floating, but he leads you easily toward an old workbench that you recognize faintly from your grandparents’ farm. When he sits, he drags you down against him, urging you to straddle his hips, hands on your thighs as he leads you in grinding your core against him. Your movements are sloppy, desperate for any kind of friction, but then he finds your rhythm and fuck.

He’s hard against your center, hips rocking ever so slightly up against you even through the layers you both still wear. It’s unclear when you lost your scarf or when he lost his hat, but Frankie’s lips are attached to your neck, worrying into your skin in a way that makes you thankful it’ll still be cold enough for a turtleneck in the morning. You make a feeble attempt to bring him closer by tangling your fingers in his curls, but it isn’t enough. None of it is. You need to be closer.

“Why the fuck did I wear snow pants?” you whine into the dark as you stand, frantically starting to peel back your layers. Frankie is barely visible in the shadows of the room, but you hear his low laugh, and you swat at him in warning. “Stop laughing and help me out of this thing.”

“As you wish,” he returns, making quick work of your jacket, pushing it off your shoulders to let it pool on the concrete behind you. You’re already working at your boots while he unzips his own coat, and then his hands are on you again, attempting to unfasten the suspenders on your snow pants. “And here I was thinking the most complicated thing I’d ever have to get you out of was that thing you wore for our anniversary,” he grumbles as his fingers work.

“Just wait till you see me in a wedding dress,” you tease, and you can tell by the way Frankie stills for just a moment that you haven’t extinguished a fire, you’ve lit one.

You’re barely aware of what happens next, of the way Frankie lifts you so your back is against the rough surface of the bench. He practically rips your snowpants from your legs, revealing the yoga pants underneath, and he makes quick work of those too. Your skin protests at the onset of the cold room, but he’s quick to distract you by trailing a line of kisses from your neck down your body, hands running up underneath the sweatshirt you’re still wearing to cup your breasts as he drifts lower.

When he reaches your core, he blows a puff of air against your soaked panties, and you’re faintly aware of the way you’re begging him to do something, anything. He makes you wait instead, tracing your thighs with his tongue as he slowly pulls the remaining fabric down your legs, and only then does he finally give you what you want.

You struggle to swallow a moan when his tongue traces a path through your center, his fingers already easing their way toward your entrance. He’s methodical, the same way he always is when he eats you out, carefully monitoring every sound you make, every move of your hips. “Doing so good for me, baby,” he murmurs against you, “but you’ve gotta stay quiet for me.”

It’s a command that’s easier for him to give than it is for you to follow, especially as your hips rut up against his mouth. It’s harder when he’s buried two fingers kuckle-deep inside you, pumping in and out slowly. Frankie knows how to play you, and when your motions become more evident, he pins your hips down with an arm, preventing you from increasing the pace. Forcing you to take what he gives you.

“Can you take a third?” he questions, swiping at your walls while he waits for a response. You can barely nod, afraid that if you stop biting your lip you’ll alert half the neighborhood to the fact that your boyfriend is currently eating you out in your parents’ garage. He complies, adding his ring finger just as he resumes his assault on your clit.

It’s exactly what you need, and within seconds you feel the pressure building. One of your hands finds a grip on his forearm, still pinning you to the bench, and the other holds his head against you as you let the white hot heat consume you.

He brings you down gently, like a pilot touching a helicopter to the ground, fingers continuing to circle slowly as he crawls up to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his tongue, the kiss sloppy as you immediately start to work at his belt. “Frankie,” you whimper quietly, pushing at his jeans, “get these off.”

“A little impatient tonight, Querida?”

Your eyes have finally adjusted to the low light, and you glare at him, watching as he kicks off his jeans and makes quick work of his boxers, his cock springing to life. “I swear to god, Frankie, if you don’t - “

He cuts you off with a lengthy kiss, his body crowding you into the wooden surface, his length already rutting against your folds. “If I don’t what?” he asks when he finally allows you both to come up for air.

“If you don’t fuck me right now you’re sleeping outside.”

He chooses that moment to slip inside you, cock dragging against your walls as he buries himself to the hilt. You grab at his shoulders, mouth biting at the skin of his chest as you conceal your moan. Frankie’s hips are pressed against yours tightly, waiting for you to adjust to his size, and he gently grinds into you in some effort to speed up the process.

Sloppy kisses are left along your collarbone, but you can easily tell just how hard he is, how much effort it’s taking him not to spill into you then and there, so you encourage him to look at you in the dim light. “You can let go, baby. It’s okay,” you reassure him, fingers pushing unruly curls away from his sweaty forehead.

He shakes his head. “Want you to come again too.”

Of course he does.

“Then fuck me, Morales.” Your statement is more of a command than anything, and it’s one that he heads without hesitation, pulling back before slamming into you with a particularly rough stroke. He repeats the process, immediately lost in the sensation, brows furrowed in concentration as he holds himself back. It’s fast and it’s needy and you’re only faintly aware of the way the old wooden bench is squeaking beneath you, legs hammering against the concrete with every snap of his hips.

“Come on, baby. Come on,” he urges, breath hot against your skin. You know you’re close, but that he’s closer, and you wrap a leg around his hips in an attempt to push him over the edge.

“Let go, Frankie,” you whimper again, hardly coherent yourself, but it causes the coil in him to snap. His hips stutter as he fills you, the rough pad of his thumb circling your clit in an attempt to take you with him. It works, and you follow just as he collapses against you.

His cock is still buried within you when you come back to your senses, his head pressed into the crook of your neck. It’s only when your shoulders start to ache that you encourage him to move.

“Wait,” he stops, and you watch with curiosity as he slowly pulls away, his cock immediately replaced with his fingers as he drops to his knees at the side of the bench, pulling you toward him. You shudder at the motion as he pushes his spend back into you, swiping his tongue along your slit once, twice, and then a third time that has you aching for more even after two orgasms. His gaze meets yours. “I want to remember what we taste like,” he states, and you have half a mind to spend the rest of the night in this garage if it means he can keep fucking you.

But then the sensor light outside turns on, illuminating you both as the light seeps in through the garage window. There’s a scramble to find your clothes, both of you giggling like teenagers as you pull on pants and coats and jackets somehow faster than you’d ripped them off, giggling the whole while. Your snow pants remain tossed on the garage floor, forgotten as you ease your way toward the door to see who’s triggered the light.

And there, in the yard, sits a raccoon, staring at you with bright, mischievous eyes.

Frankie’s behind you a moment later, crowding your space as he looks out over your shoulder. “Do you think he knows?”

You elbow him lightly, “knows what? That you just fucked me into oblivion in my parents’ garage?”

“No,” he whispers against your ear, a hand already trailing down beneath your yoga pants again to where he’s still seeping out of you. “Do you think he knows I’m about to do it again?”

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kaminocasey · 2 months ago

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Make Me Wanna Part 3: Honey, I'm Home

Summary: You wake up next to Benny, completely in love and then he shows you a surprise he's had waiting a long time for you.

Pairings: Benny Miller (Triple Frontier) x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI; Fluff, Smut, oral (both receiving), rough oral (f receiving), rough sex, kitchen sex, unprotective p in v (wrap it up friends)

WC: 4.4k

A/N: Another chapter no one asked for for a fic no one asked for lmao. I just love this man so much rn. I'm sorry, guys. (I mean, only a little haha)

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The morning light streams through the window and sheer curtains, casting a sweet, warm, golden light over you and Benny. You wake up before he does and you notice how peaceful he looks in his sleep. Just like he always has.

Did last night really happen?

You can’t help but smile while watching him sleep for a bit longer before deciding to get up and go get breakfast for the two of you.

As you quietly get up, you start to pull your underwear back on and then your sundress from last night. You grab one of Benny’s black Army sweatshirts and throw it on over the dress, knowing that it’s still relatively cool in March.

You walk into the bathroom and fix your hair real quick before writing him a note and leaving it on the bedside table, grabbing his truck keys and your purse, and heading out.

When you turn the ignition, you find that the radio is in the middle of playing a Shania Twain song from the 90s, which you know for a fact that you and Benny have sung at the top of your lungs to on a backroad.

Corner Diner, which is just down the street about 5 blocks, isn’t too busy on a Sunday morning, probably due to everyone being in church. It sits on the corner of Merritt Street and Sugar Avenue. It has a pink awning that blocks the sun from blazing down on people if they decide to sit outside on the patio and eat in front of the restaurant.

You and Benny used to sit out there and do homework when you were in elementary and middle school. His mom, Lorraine, was a waitress there for a really long time while putting herself through nursing school.

You find Santi and Frankie sitting in the corner booth by the window which has a lovely view of the beach at the end of the road. They seem to spot you as soon as you spot them. Before you can even have time to blush at the realization that they’ve definitely noticed you’re in your dress from yesterday, they’re motioning for you to join them.

With a light blush, you sit next to Santi and he puts an arm around you, a shit eating grin wide on his face.

“Well, looks like Benny definitely got you home safe last night, huh?” He greets you and you roll your eyes.

“Good morning to you guys, too.” You try to keep a cool smile.

“That dress sure looks familiar.” Frankie sips his coffee.

“Does it?” You shrug. “I’m wearing a hoodie so I’m not sure-”

“Benny’s hoodie.” Santi interrupts you.

“Speaking of, where is he? I see Benny’s truck but no Benny?” Frankie asks, after glancing outside at the truck parked on the street.

“This isn’t your version of a walk of shame, is it?” Santi jokes.

“God, you guys are nosy.” You groan right as a waitress comes up to ask you for your order. “Could I do a to-go order, please?”

“Of course, what can I get ya?” She pops her gum and pulls her pen out of her bun.

You order Benny a stack of 5 pancakes, a steak omelet, and yourself a couple of waffles and bacon. The waitress writes it all down and then you ask for a cup of coffee while you wait.

“Worked up quite the appetite, huh?” Santi continues to tease.

“Jesus, Santi. Please stop…” You pull the sleeves of the hoodie over your hands and hide your face, making the two of them crack up, of course.

These two are relentless, and you’d expect nothing less. When Benny found out that Santi and Frankie were together, he couldn’t wrap his mind around it. You had asked him why he was being so closed minded and he had looked at you confused. You thought that he was being uncharacteristically homophobic, but in reality he was confused as to how these two got together and how he didn’t see it. It was actually endearing.

“Benny is still asleep at home.” You murmur.

“And you came to get him breakfast. That’s so cute.” Frankie gives you a playful grin.

The waitress comes and brings you a coffee and then walks away again.

“You guys are truly like the nosy gay uncles.” You lean back, sipping from the mug.

“Disculpe, I’m bisexual.” Santi pinches your cheek playfully, making you laugh.

You chat for a few more minutes until the waitress comes and sits the bag of food down on the table.

“How much do I owe you?” You ask with a smile.

“The owner said it’s on the house.” She explains and starts to walk away.

You look up toward the kitchen window and find the owner of the diner, Bruno, who knows you and Benny well because of Lorraine working here, peeping his head out the door.

“Thank you Bruno! You didn’t have to do that.” You grin.

“Nonsense. It’s good to see you back in town, sweetheart!” He waves.

“It’s good to be back.” You look between Frankie and Santi and then get up. “I’ll come by with Benny soon!”

“You better!” Bruno points at you before returning to the kitchen.

“I’ll see you guys around.” You tell Frankie and Santi and then head back out to the truck.

The drive back to the house is quick, letting yourself back in and locking the door behind you. You sit the food down on the kitchen counter to put it onto plates. You glance around the house and notice just how different it looks in the daylight than it did last night.

The fact that there’s still traces of you in his house… The pillows you bought for his couch. A few vases. Books. A bunch of photos.

One specifically catches your eye as you walk to the bedroom to wake Benny up.

The photo on the wall is of you and Benny dancing at Frankie and Santi’s wedding four years ago, and looking happier than you ever had. He’s murmuring in your ear and you’re laughing hard. You can’t remember what the joke was but you remember the feeling of happiness.

You find Benny sitting up in bed, shirtless, reading Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton. The sun is streaming through the curtains in such a way that he truly looks like a work of art and you can’t stop yourself from staring and admiring him.

“Honey, I”m home.” You murmur, leaning in the doorway with a wide grin.

He looks up at you, putting the book against his stomach, and hums. “I really like the sound of you calling this place your home.”

“Yeah?” You tilt your head, leaning it against the doorframe.

“Oh yeah.” He puts the book on the bedside table and pulls the comforter off of himself and then pats his legs.

“Uh uh.” You shake your head and then nod toward the dining room. “I went out and got breakfast for us.”

“So, that’s where you went this morning.” He chuckles and then gets up out of bed, sauntering over to you, still naked.

The warmth in your cheeks returns and you can’t tear your eyes away from his length for about three whole seconds before returning back up to his eyes.

“See something you like, darlin’?” He teases, pulling you into his arms.

You run your hands up his firm, warm chest and nod. “Very much.”

He chuckles softly, his hands roaming down to your ass and squeezing. “And I like seeing you in my hoodie. Looks way better on you.”

You roll your eyes and nod toward the kitchen table. “If you say so. Put on some clothes and come eat.”

“Your self control is admirable.” He groans before kissing you sweetly.

The way he kisses you almost makes you prove him wrong about your self control. However, you pull away with a wide smile and walk into the kitchen to sit at the table by the window. Benny joins you a few moments later, sitting across from you after pouring the two of you cups of coffee and kissing you on the head. The domestic act makes your chest tighten.

“Ooh. You went to Corner. Did you run into Bruno? He asks me about you every time I go in.” He says, picking up his fork.

You nod. “I did. He was very excited to see me. Didn’t even let me pay. Also ran into Frankie and Santi. That was…”

“Excruciating?” He laughs as he eats.

You nod. “They’re all gonna be so fucking insufferable about us being together.”

“Worth it, though.” He winks.

Warmth returns to your cheeks again and you laugh softly and start to eat.

“I wanna take you on a date tonight.” He tells you. “A real date.”

You pause, grinning. “Really?”

He nods. “Yeah. I know exactly what we’re doing, too.”

“Oh?” You press for more of an explanation.

“It’s a surprise.” He smirks, clearly proud of himself.

“Okay well… I need to go home to shower and change anyway.” You take a sip of your coffee.

“You think I’m letting you leave here without showering with me?” He quirks an eyebrow up.

You laugh softly. “Benny… I don’t have clothes or shampoo or body wash or a toothbrush-”

“So bring those things here.” He shrugs, looking down at his coffee mug, running his finger along the rim.

“What?” You laugh, shocked that he’s suggesting this.

“Move in with me.” He smirks.

You shake your head. “We just started dating-”

“We did not.” He shakes his own head. “And you know it.”

You know what he’s saying. But you just look at him. You can’t move in together after spending one night together… Can you?

“Benny…”

He murmurs your name in and the way he says it and looks at you makes the butterflies come back. You want to hear him say your name for the rest of your life exactly like that.

“We’ve spent our entire lives together… just… being apart. I just… I want this with you…” He gestures at the two of you at the table. “Every single day… I wanna come home and find you on the couch, reading or grading papers or hell… doing anything… Just… think about it, will ya?”

You nod with a smile. “I’ll think about it.”

“There’s something I wanna show you before I drop you off at home if that’s alright.” He tells you, finishing up his food.

“Alright.” You finish your coffee.

Your brain plays over his words about moving in with him. He does have a point. You spent every day of your lives, growing up, together. And then when he was home… you were joined at the hip. Until you went off to Rio… Could you just… dive right into a relationship with Benny? The sight of him reading in bed this morning pops into your head and you know you’ve got your answer.

A little bit later, you find yourself in the passenger seat of Benny’s truck, singing along to the radio as he drives, holding your hand. You find yourself admiring the way that the Spanish moss covers the trees and creates the most pretty tunnels.

“I’ve missed this so much.” You tell Benny, smiling over at him.

“Me too, babygirl.” He leans in a bit, bringing your hand up to his lips.

About 10 minutes later, you find yourself parked in front of a big house, overlooking the beach. The house is clearly being worked on, freshly built. It’s got a massive wrap around porch that makes your jaw drop.

“Where are we?” You ask.

Benny doesn’t answer you though. He just gets out of the truck with a wide mischievous grin. You get out of the truck and follow him up the pathway to the porch.

“Benjamin Miller… what are we doing?” You ask, nervous that the owners of the house were going to come out and yell at the two of you for trespassing.

He walks into the house through the front door and when you look around, finding no one around, you follow him.

“Benny…” You call out quietly.

He pops his head from another room and practically drags you into it, making you let out a nervous giggle. He guides you over to the massive sunroom that looks out at the beach and your breath catches in your throat. He makes you look out the window as he wraps his arms around your stomach, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“This… is our house.” He murmurs.

“What do you mean ‘our’ house?” You ask, softly, knowing that just has to be too good to be true.

“I started building this about six months ago.” He tells you. “With you in mind. I was thinking it would be ready by the time you came home. But you came home early…”

He built this house for you… for the two of you…

“This house is… quite big… Are you doing that well with boxing?” You ask, pulling away to check out the rest of the house.

He chuckles. “I mean… I’m really good… But this is money from something else…”

You turn to look at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

He rubs the back of the neck, rolling his eyes and letting a puff of air out. It’s clear he doesn’t want to talk about where the money came from.

“Was it illegal?” You narrow your eyes at him.

“Define illegal…” He crosses his arms.

“Benjamin Miller.” You cross your own arms, staring at him firmly.

“Listen… it’s extremely complicated… can you just… trust me? Please?” He pulls you into his arms and you let out a soft sigh.

“Are we going to be investigated at any point?” You ask him.

“No, sweetheart. Everything is okay.” He leans his forehead against yours with that charming Benny smile.

The very one he knows you love.

“Fine. Show me the rest of our house.” You grin.

“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckles and pulls away to take your hand to show you the rest of the house.

The first floor of the house has beamed ceilings, which he knows you love. And you already saw that the sunroom is to die for. He tells you that he’ll make sure you have the comfiest couch in the entire world to read on. You see the beginnings of bookshelves being built with a rolling ladder placed to the side to be assembled at some point. You can picture it all so clearly.

He shows you the backyard area and points out where your future kids will play while you two sit on the porch swing, watching them. He shows you where he’s gonna till up a garden so you can grow your own vegetables.

He leads you back through the house to the kitchen which has beamed ceilings like the living room, wooden floors and the most gorgeous oven you’ve ever seen. The kitchen island has a wooden top that matches the countertops and you can’t help but drop your jaw.

“I wanna take you on these counters every morning…” He murmurs in your ear as you run your hand over it.

Goosebumps run down your neck as he brushes his lips along it. You let out a soft whimper and he possessively cages his own hand over yours as he presses up against your backside.

“Baby…” You whimper softly.

He hums. “Love hearing you call me that.”

Benny spins you around and lifts you up onto the counter, kissing you sweetly despite his current dominant demeanor. “Wanna give you the whole world.”

You wrap your legs around him, kissing him deeply. “You are my whole world.”

“God, I love you.” He nips at your bottom lip with a grin.

“I love you.” You whisper against his lips before crushing yours to his.

His hands slide up your dress, gathering at the waistband of your panties before starting to pull them down. You lift your hips for him, eagerly and the moment he pulls your panties off, you tug the hoodie off, dropping it to the kitchen floor.

“Really do love this dress.” He smirks as he unties it once again just to discard it to the floor. “Like it better on the floor, though.”

You roll your eyes as you start to pull his flannel off and then his t-shirt, dropping them to the floor with your dress. You kick your shoes off and he runs his hands up your legs.

“Jesus… I’ll never get tired of this…” He admires your body as you start to unbuckle his belt.

“I hope not.” You murmur before kissing him again.

He helps you out by pulling his jeans down, kicking off his boots ungracefully in the process, making you laugh softly.

“I can see us doing this every single morning.” He murmurs as he kisses your collarbone, making his way down to catch one of your nipples between his teeth. “Can’t you?”

You nod, a whimper escaping your lips. “Yes.”

He hums as one of his hands trails down to your warmth, making you desperately lean into his touch. He smirks around your nipple before flicking his tongue over it. Your hand flies to his hair, gripping tightly.

“Benny…” You whine, softly, full of need.

“Yes, babygirl?” He pulls away to smirk down at you. “You know how to ask for what you want, don’t you?”

“Want you to eat my pussy again… Please.” You whisper.

“Gladly.” He nods before dropping to his knees and pulling you closer to the edge by wrapping his arms around your thighs so that his hands settle on your waist.

His tongue wastes no time in finding your clit. He moans softly, clearly loving the way you taste. Benny looks up at you and you watch in awe, jaw slack, practically drooling at how fucking good he makes you feel.

“So good at that, baby…” You card your fingers in his hair and praise him softly. “Eat me so fucking good… your tongue was made to be buried in my cunt, wasn’t it?”

His eyes roll back slightly and he groans, gripping you tighter as he continues his attack on your warmth. You smirk at the realization that maybe you have just as much power over him as he does on you.

“You like that? The way I tell you how good you are?” You whisper.

He nods slightly, a soft needy moan escaping, vibrating against your pussy in a way that feels too fucking good.

“Yeah? You like hearing that you treat my pussy better than any man ever could?” You ask, making him growl. “You like hearing that it belongs to you and only you?”

“Darlin’... you better be careful.” He warns you, looking up at you.

You laugh softly. “Or what?”

Next thing you know, Benny’s standing back up and you’re whimpering at the loss of contact. He pulls you off the counter and bends you over it onto your front, kicking your feet apart and then pushing into you immediately, making you gasp. He slides in easily from you being so wet.

“Fuck…” You moan loudly into the kitchen.

It echoes loudly and you’re immediately grateful for no neighbors.

“I warned you, didn’t I?” He growls in your ear, roughly. “Teach you to not tease me…”

He thrusts into you roughly and you moan out again. Benny’s hand runs into your hair and grips tightly. His other hand runs up from your hip to your breast, groping you tightly.

“God… say it again… tell me how this pussy only belongs to me.” He grunts as he pulls out and pushes back in roughly, repeatedly.

The sounds of his hips meeting your ass fills the room and you can just barely find coherent words.

“I-it’s yours…” You whimper.

“Nah. You know what I wanna hear, darlin’. Do better.” He teases.

“My pussy belongs to you, Benny…” You whine, clenching around him.

“Yeah it fuckin’ does.” He releases your hair and your breast to push you down against the counter, holding you by your hips again. “Always so good for me…”

His thrusts don’t let up as you continue to whimper underneath him. He slams into you repeatedly, unforgivingly, whispering in your ear how much he loves you and how he can’t wait to give you the life you deserve.

“Please let me come again…” You whisper, clenching tightly around him. “So close…”

“Yes, ma’am.” He grins, pulling out of you so that he can spin you back around and lift you up and sit you back on the counter.

He spits on your pussy and starts to rub it over your clit, making an absolute mess. Just last night, you thought you had never been so wet… and now, this morning… he’s proving you wrong again…

“God…” You moan, throwing your head back.

“Fucking beautiful…” He whispers before pushing two fingers into you and curling immediately, making you gasp loudly as your hand grips his bicep.

Your gasp trails off into a long moan as your eyes roll back. He rubs your clit with a bit more pressure with his fingers on his other hand. You clench around the fingers rubbing perfectly against the spongy part inside of you, feeling like you’re gonna combust.

“That’s so… fucking… good…” You whine, your voice low and begging.

“Go on then, babygirl. Come on my fingers like a good little princess.” He grins, encouragingly. “Had my hand soaked last night… go on soak my hand again… fucking love it.”

With his permission, you fly over your edge in a way you never have before. You reach down for his cock and start pumping, desperate to touch him. He groans, roughly and leans into your touch.

“Didn’t… fuck… Didn’t give you permission… to touch me yet…” He teases.

“Needed to…” You whimper, gasping for breath as you come down from your high.

“Needed to, huh?” His chest rises quickly and falls as he watches you stroke his cock.

You nod, watching yourself do it as his fingers stay buried inside you.

“Does it turn you on… touching me like this?” He whispers.

You nod again, your eyes meeting his this time. Both yours and Benny’s eyes are completely lust blown. His blue is almost completely gone. You glance down at his cock in your hand again and stroke deeply from the base to the tip, making him run his hand down his face with a long groan.

“What did you think about when you were in the Army or away and you’d touch yourself at night?” You ask, softly.

“Used to… oh god…” He lets out a breathy laugh. “Thought about you… only you.”

“What about me?” You smirk, taking your hand away to spit into your palm before returning it to his length.

His hips buck against your hand as he gasps. “What didn’t I think about?”

You let out your own laugh. “Tell me…”

“Used to… think about you sucking my cock… Looking up at me with those pretty eyes of yours… Made me cum every time…” He admits.

You push his hand that remains buried in you, away and then climb down, with shaky legs, from the counter and drop to your knees for him.

“Oh shit…” He watches eagerly.

You eagerly guide his tip to your lips, opening up for him and tasting the salty precum that catches perfectly on your tongue. He lets out a needy groan as his hand flies to your hair.

“Oh fuck baby…” His voice sounds wrecked as he watches you start to lick the thick vein on the underside of his cock.

You hum softly, sweetly as you start to take him further into your mouth, his thick cock making you stretch your mouth in a way you never have before. He tastes just as you always thought he would. Perfect.

The tip of his length reaches the back of your throat just as your nose meets the blond curls at the base and he grips your hair a little tighter.

“Permission to move?” He asks.

You nod slightly, your wide doe eyes looking up at him with need. He understands you, of course, and starts to thrust slightly, pulling out just to push back in. Easily at first, and then starting to pick up his pace.

“God… fuck… so fucking good…” He babbles, watching as his length disappears down your throat repeatedly. “Gonna make me cum a little too quick…”

You moan around it and he pushes your head against the cabinet door, holding you there.

“You okay?” He whispers.

You nod.

“Tap on my thigh if it gets to be too much?”

You nod again.

“Good girl.” He praises you, softly, before starting to fuck your mouth a little rougher, gripping your hair and the edge of the counter. “Christ… that’s fucking incredible… your mouth… made just for me…”

You continue to moan around him as spit and drool escape out around his cock, falling down to your breasts. You can feel yourself clenching and unclenching around nothing, but still dripping anyway.

He looks down and smirks. “Look at us making our first mess in our kitchen…”

You moan around him, looking up at him with needy eyes and as if he can’t help himself, he pulls out and immediately starts pumping himself over you, so that his cum lands over your breasts, mixing with the drool mess.

He moans softly as he sees you covered in himself. “Dear god, you’re beautiful.”

Benny cups your face and you lean into his touch, looking up at him.

“We should get you cleaned up…” He murmurs, helping you to your feet. “Water isn’t on yet… so we can’t shower here but…” He turns, looking for something before his eyes land on a roll of paper towels. “I know it’s not exactly romantic… I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be.” You laugh softly, your voice wrecked. “I can grab a bag from my place and then shower at home.”

He catches onto the last part where you call his other house “home” and immediately crushes his lips to yours again.

“So… that was a yes to my earlier question, then?” He whispers, resting his forehead against yours with a boyish grin.

“Yes, goofball. I’ll move in with you.” You smirk, rubbing your nose against his, unable to help but be excited for your future with this man.

Your best friend.

#benny miller #benny miller x reader #benny miller x you #benny miller/reader #benny miller/you #Make Me Wanna fic #triple frontier #triple frontier fic

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canadianfangirl-95 · 16 days ago

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Liar, Liar, Hearts on Fire

Paramedic Frankie x f!reader

Summary: After a head spinning car crash, you’re left with unresolved feelings for a handsome paramedic. After finally running into him again, will you and he able to cross the finish line and navigate the ever-changing dating world with your lack of trust in the premise of long-lasting relationships? Or will he be waving a red flag in the end?

Series Warnings and Information: 18 + minors DNI, reader is in 30s, Frankie in 40s, post events of Triple Frontier, car accident, minor injuries, blended families, divorce, legal/medical mumbo-jumbo which I have done no research on, brief talk about past drug use from reader & Frankie, talks about Toms death, discussion of anxiety medication & anxiety, lying, swearing, reader has hair long enough to put in clip, drinking, fluff, smut, fingering, protected piv, oral f & m receiving

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Chapter 4 Word Count: 6200+

Chapter 4

You and Frankie text and facetime over the next few days while he enjoys his time with Nico. He shares a few photos of the two of them and what they’re getting up to. His mom takes care of Nico during his paramedic shifts. Each time his name shows up on your phone, you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. Even your coworkers have noticed a pep in your step and the compulsive need to keep checking your phone. You don’t think a man’s made you swoon this much since your long-forgotten ex.

Sitting at home on Thursday, watching tv and snuggling Burt, a facetime call rings through with Frankies name on it.

You smile and look down at yourself. A wide V-neck sweater and leggings with your hair up in a claw clip. You quickly untangle the clip from your hair and let it fall down your neck before taking the top of your sweater and pushing the one side, so it falls off your shoulder. Leaving your neck and collarbone exposed and looking smooth.

Opening up the call, you smile as his face comes into view. “Hey.” You say sweetly, cocking your head to the side slightly.

“Hey, how’s it going?” he says with a grin.

Shrugging, you move the camera back a bit so he can see more of you. You track his eyeline immediately going to follow the curve of your exposed neck and shoulder. “Good, a quiet evening. How about you?”

His tongue darts out to lick his suddenly dried lips, he blinks a couple times as he regroups himself. A smirk dancing on your face at his befuddlement. “Just uh, just got back from getting some groceries.”

“Nice, it’s great that you and Nico get to live with him right now.”

“Yeah, I think he likes the company. The house has a loft style layout, so he has the whole upstairs and then Nico and I both have a bedroom downstairs. Everyone still gets privacy which is nice.” He comments.

You nod, checking the privacy comment away in your brain for future knowledge before he continues. “So, I don’t know what you’re doing on Saturday night, but my buddy Benny does amateur MMA, and he has a fight that night. I’m not sure if it’s your thing but if you’d like to come, it’s a good time.”

“Oh, -” your second date being with his friends is not what you expected, but it may be fun to see him in such a relaxed setting where you don’t feel the need to talk about all those questions you burned through on the first date. “Yeah, that sounds really fun actually. Will all your friends be there?”

“Yep, Bennys brother Will is bringing his wife Stacey also, and then Pope will be there too.”

“And you’re okay with me meeting your friends this early?” You ask nervously. Your last boyfriend had made you wait almost 4 months before he introduced you to anybody from his inner circle.

He lets out a small chuckle, “Of course, they’re my brothers. They already know so much about you and you them, might as well put the two together.”

“Alright, that sounds great. Thanks for inviting me.” You say brightly, your shoulders bouncing with excitement.

His eyes drift lower again, and he nods, “Of course, I uh, can’t wait to see you again. The first fight starts at 9 so I’ll pick you up around 8:30 if that’s okay?”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

“Alright, well, I’ll let you get back to your night. I should finish putting away these groceries before Pope gets mad at me.”

You laugh, “Oh so like you literally just got home then? Why didn’t you wait to call me?”

His cheeks grow red, and he shrugs, “Well I uh, got a text from Will on my way home that Stacey got off work for Saturday, so it wasn’t just gonna be a guy’s night anymore. So, I wanted to invite you.”

Your cheeks warm at his urgency and excitement with spending time with you. “Well, that’s just really sweet of you Frankie. I’m excited for Saturday.” You bite your bottom lip flirtatiously.

Frankies mouth pulls to the right with a sly smile, and he nods, “Me too. I’ll text you.”

“Better not be lying.” You wink.

He lets out a puff of breath from his nose, “Not gonna be a problem, Red.”

You hang up and pull your lips into your mouth before letting out a childlike giggle.

Flashing lights and electric music greets you at the door of the large open gym when you enter holding Frankies hand. You still for a second to take in the scene before you. A large crowd buzzing about with drinks and food in hand, a four-post ring with a cage in the middle with chairs lined up around, a large light shining directly down onto it from above.

Frankie takes in the way your senses seem to be overwhelmed and leans in to yell over the crowd, “If this is too much, we can always hang out outside and come back in once he’s done his fight.”

You shake your head, “No, I’m fine really. Just, a lot to take in, been a while since I’ve been in a crowd like this.”

“Okay, just let me know.” He says, and you nod. He smiles and pulls your hand up in his lips to place a kiss on your knuckles. “Let’s get a drink and then I’ll introduce you to my friends.”

Smiling, you follow happily as he pushes through the crowd, holding his hand in yours right behind him. You can’t help but enjoy the view of his broad shoulders filling his plaid shirt and the scent of his cologne wafting towards you with each step. After he gets you both a beer, he ushers you further into the crowd near the side of the ring.

A small group comes into view, one of the men you recall seeing at the bar a few weeks ago and a small blonde woman. The man catches sight of the two of you and smiles brightly.

“Hey man.” Santi says as Frankies hand falls from yours to clasp his with a smile.

Frankie says, “Hey.” He stands with his hands in his pockets and nods towards the woman. “Evening, Stacey nice to see you. How are you?”

Stacey smiles, “Good thanks, Will is just with Benny in the locker room still.”

“Nice,” He nods before gesturing for you to step forward. “everyone this is-,” he says your name and you say hi.

Santi interjects, “But we all call her Red.” He says confidently to Stacey.

“Ah, yes, I’ve heard of a Red from Will. Heard you finally got our grumpy Fish to get out of the house.” She comments with a laugh.

“Stacey is married to Will, and this loudmouth is Pope.” Frankie quips.

Santi’s mouth gaps and you laugh, “Nice to meet you all.”

He shakes off Frankies jab and smiles, “Glad you could make it. I heard you and Frankie had a unique first date.”

You and Frankie both let out a huffed breath, “Yeah, you could say that.” You say, recalling the incident at your office.

Stacey grimaces, “Oh, yeah Will told me about that. Kudos on going out after that kind of start.”

You wave casually, “Honestly, not ideal. We know that, but it definitely got some shit on the table right away which ended up being a good thing. I feel like I already know him more after a few weeks than how I’ve felt like 6 months into a relationship before.” You say earnestly.

Frankie looks down at you with a grin and brings his arm to wrap around your waist, giving you a tight squeeze with his hand. It stirs something inside you, and you look up to meet his eyes with a smile.

Santi rolls his eyes, “Fuck sakes they’re gonna be one of those newlyweds couples.” Stacey laughs into her beer.

You look back at him confused, “What do you mean?”

He continues, “You know, one of those couples that even after they’ve been together for like 4 years, they’re still holding hands in the grocery store and talking about how much they can’t wait for their weekly game night. It’s not a bad thing, just means I’ll be busting Fish’s balls more than I thought.” He says with a sly grin.

You pull your lips tight at the thought that Frankies friends can already see the two of you being in a relationship, despite the fact it’s only been a few weeks. “I promise we’ll keep the nauseating parts of the relationship out of your sight.” You say with a wink. Frankies hand squeezes gently again after you say the word relationship and you lean closer into him.

Another man, tall with blonde hair and blue eyes with a dark hoodie on comes through the crowd and stands with Stacey. “Hey.”

Everyone smiles and acknowledges him, Frankie gestures to you. “This is-,”

“Red.” he says. “Saw you guys come in before I went back to the locker rooms. Nice to meet you, I’m Will.” He says, reaching forward to shake your hand.

“Nice to meet you too.”

Will wraps his arm around his wife’s petite shoulders and nods over to a group of chairs. “You guys wanna sit down now before the crowd settles? They’ll be starting soon.”

You all agree and move to a row of chairs in the front row to view the cage. You take a seat between Frankie and Stacey. “So,” you begin, crossing your legs to turn slightly towards her. “do you have a nickname too?”

She smirks, “Oh yeah, Sprout if you can believe it.” She chuckles and gestures down to her 5 foot nothing on a good day frame.

You laugh, “Yeah that’s uh, quite the height difference between you and Will.”

“He can hold me on his shoulders, which you know, has its benefits.” She winks and takes a sip of her beer.

Your eyebrows raise and you chuckle, “Well cheers to that.” You say, raising your plastic cup and she nods and taps hers with it.

“How many dates have you and Frankie been on?”

Humming to yourself you think, “Well, it’s been complicated, I guess. Official dates, this is only our second. But we met of course, at my car crash, and then we ran into each other at the bar and chatted for a bit, then there was the incident at my office.” You say with a wide eye, and she laughs. “And then, well we text and facetime a lot so, while it’s only been less than a month, it definitely feels longer than that.”

“So, things are going well then?” She asks.

You look over your shoulder and see that Frankie is immersed in a conversation with Will and Santi and bite your lip before nodding enthusiastically. “Yeah, I think so.”

She smiles, “That’s good. So, have you, you know.” She pops her eyebrows up and down with a sly grin.

Letting a huff of breath out of your nose and you shake your head, “No, not yet. I almost caved on the first date but thankfully I didn’t.” You say with a laugh.

She chuckles before asking, “Do you think there’s a physical connection there though?”

“Oh yeah, definitely. He, -” You look over your shoulder one more time before lowering your voice. “He’s honestly just so, so hot and his shoulders.” You let your eyes roll back with a shake of your head as she laughs. “The thought of having my legs over them one day, drives me fucking nuts.” You punctuate your sentence with a chug of your beer, and she joins you with a smile. Thanks to your angle, you miss the way Frankies mouth turns up slightly and his eyes shift to your direction before chewing his cheek and focusing on the conversation before him again.

The music erupts and the crowd around you stands to their feet as the lights move about above you. You stand quickly and look towards the open doors. Will had apparently left the group during your conversation with Stacey and you see him walking in behind another man that you vaguely recognize from the pool tables at the bar. He bounces on his feet with his hands wrapped in tape, no shirt and blue basketball shorts on.

Frankie leans towards you as you all clap along, “That’s Benny, Will’s younger brother.” You nod appreciatively.

Benny jogs up the steps and into the cage, Will closes the door behind him and smacks it with his hands. “Let’s go Benny!”

The crowd cheers even louder as the opponent comes in through the opposite side of the gym and enters through the opposing doors. Benny is bouncing and air punching while the other man is announced.

“Fuck him up Benny!” Frankie calls from beside you and you can’t help the bit of heat that permeates your core from his display of masculinity.

Your attention snaps back just in time as the two meet in the middle to tap knuckles and then punches start flying.

After the fights are done and the crowds are dispersing, you’re all settled near the doors of the locker room, buzzing about Bennys knockout win.

“Fuck, I haven’t seen him like that before. He did great.” Santi comments and Will nods.

Frankie has you tucked comfortably under his arm and you have yours wrapped around his torso holding you up. His warmth is seeping through your clothing and his scent is making you calm. Just being so close to him has you wanting more already.

Benny comes out of the locker room, and everyone erupts into cheers and clapping. He grins and claps along. “Thank you, thank you.” He only has a few bruises forming on his jaw and a taped-up eyebrow.

The group claps him on the back as he passes through, soaking in their praises. He stills and stretches his arms up, “Who wants a drink, it’s on Will.” he says, tapping his brother on the chest.

Will looks at him with shock, “Fuck me.” He groans before nodding and accepting the cheers from the group.

Frankie looks at you and grins, “Wanna go for a drink or are you ready to go home?”

You shrug, “I don’t know if I wanna go out but, I’m not really ready for the night to end.” You say shyly.

“Well, who said it has to end? We can go back to your place and hang out if you want?”

Biting your lip at his proposition, you think to yourself if you’re ready for this step. You want to, you really want to, but nerves are pulsing through you like crazy. He’s just so irresistible, you can’t help but at least see where the night takes you. “Okay, yeah that sounds nice.”

He smirks before breaking from you and stepping over to Benny, taking your hand in his and pulling you over with him. “Hey man, congrats on the win.”

Benny says, “Thanks, and you must be Frankies new lucky lady.” His voice is deep and rumbles through you.

You smile and introduce yourself, “But of course you probably know me as Red too.”

“Oh yeah, it’s nice to see Fish so happy. He was such a sad puppy after your accident ‘cause he thought he’d never see you again.”

“Okay, I wouldn’t say that.” Frankie quips sarcastically.

Benny shrugs, “Well either way, nice to meet you. Are you guys coming for drinks?”

Shaking his head, Frankie replies. “Nah, we’re gonna get going. This one isn’t used to late nights like us. Office gal.” He says with a wink.

You scoff and swat him in the chest. They all say their goodbyes and you head to his truck in the parking lot, hand in hand.

The drive back to your place is buzzing with “will they, won’t they” energy. Each glance stolen sends a wave of electricity through you and neither of you can stop grinning as you play with his hand absentmindedly on the middle console. Tracing your fingers up and down his veiny forearm as you stare out the window, taking in the passing lights and calmness of the night. Frankie lets out a deep breath from his nose as your movements begin to arouse him and he shifts in his seat to get more comfortable for the inevitable hard on that is occurring from the way your fingertips relax him with each graze.

Your comfortable home comes into view, and he pulls in to park the truck beside your little red car. He follows you in and your trusted guard cat comes bounding in from the bedroom down the small hallway.

Frankie lights up when he sees him and leans down to scoop him up, “And you must be the man of the house.” He says softly, Burt cutely rubbing his whiskers against Frankies nose and he chuckles. “Do you think he likes me?”

You bite your lip and shrug gently, “I guess so, he is a bit of a slut though.” You joke.

He looks around at your quaint home, books on the basic white Ikea shelf you broke a nail putting together. Paintings of florals and hung pictures of your family members plaster the walls. A dark green leather couch facing a tv with a small white coffee table, covered in the week’s newspapers and mailbox findings. “I like your place. It’s cozy.” He says, petting Burt and shucking off his boots at the door.

You let out a scoff, “Cozy is just a nice word for small.” You say playfully, stepping into the living room.

He shrugs, “I live in a house not much bigger than this with Santi and Nico. I think it’s great you’ve got your own place.” He follows you to the living room and places the purring feline down on the couch beside you as you both settle onto it.

You pull your leg up onto the cushion and raise your arm to rest your head in your hand, “Do you want to find your own place soon?”

“I’ve got some saving up to do still. We didn’t get as much as we were hoping for our house when it sold, kind of a low point in the market but we didn’t want to wait too long to get our money out. Maybe in like, 6 months or so I’d consider buying again.” He says and you nod along intently.

6 months, you think. In 6 months, if all goes well, you could be thinking about moving in together. Selling your home, putting your money together and starting a life. Your mind starts to drift, and eyes go stary as Frankies voice cuts through your train of thought like a landslide.

“Red?” He asks.

Shaking your head to push away the daydream you smile, “Sorry, what was that?”

Frankie grins, the kind of grin that makes the lines around his eyes crinkle. “I was just wondering if you were hungry.”

“Oh, um, yeah I could eat.” You say pleasantly.

“Wanna order something in or?” he trails off.

“No, no that’s okay. I’ll make something.” Standing, he follows you to the kitchen and leans against the counter as you begin pulling together a makeshift charcuterie board as he smiles and watches you work.

Placing the cutout wood board, you got from Target down on the counter, covered in cheeses, chocolates, deli meats, pickles and crackers you beam, “Ta-da.” You say, with a flare of your hands.

He grins and steps forward to take in your work, “Looks great, babe.”

Your cheeks warm at the pet name and you smile before biting your lip. “Oh!” You say suddenly, “Almost forgot the best part.” He watches your excitement as you ruffle through a drawer and pull out a small bag. “Sour Patch Kids, to complete the adult lunchable.” Pouring a pile on the board you both chuckle.

“It really is just a big lunchable isn’t it.” He jokes, collecting some items into his hands and then filling his mouth.

You stare blankly for a second, taking in the way his Adams apple bobs when he swallows before focusing and collecting some food as well. You and he stand there, leaning on the counter, chatting about nothing significant and eating. It’s calm, relaxing and comfortable. Burt mixes between your ankles and purrs as you get caught up in a story about his friends in the service that he is telling you about.

“And then Benny convinces us to go to a nude beach while we were on leave for a weekend, he was so excited about seeing some women. But when we get there, it’s literally just like 70-year-old, sun baked men and not a single woman for miles. Their skin was so sun worn that it looked like brown leather, and we hauled ass back to base as fast as we could.” He says, both of you laughing.

“Oh my goodness, okay I will officially be throwing out my brown leather purse.” You joke.

He nods, “Thank you, the last thing I want in your room is something that reminds me of those guys.” He says with a chuckle.

Your eyebrows pop up, and you eye him flirtatiously. “Been thinking about my room, have you?”

His actions still and he leans a hand on the counter, “Maybe, a little bit.” You can feel the tension in the room, spilling off of each other. You’re not sure when your neighbourhood became so silent, but all you can hear is the staggered breathing between the two of you.

“Only a little bit?” You ask coyly, your eyes flashing with curiosity.

Shaking his head, he bites his cheek. “A lot.” He admits with a smirk.

You stand motionless, breath caught in your throat like a marble in a paper straw as his eyes stick to you and he moves slowly around the counter to stand in front of you. His hands move to cage you in on either side of his strong arms against the counter behind you. You can almost feel the deep rumble of his breathing in his chest just inches from you and your nerves spark a fire deep in your belly.

His mouth lowers, jaw slack as yours falls open as well. He teases you by dancing his lips just out of reach from yours. They graze your jaw and your heart thumps in your chest as you wait for him to finally connect. Moisture begins to grow in your panties as the anticipation gets the best of you. You both let out a breath with a wide grin before his lips meet yours, the familiar taste of him envelopes your senses. Your hands rise to his neck to tangle your fingers in the soft curls spilling from his hat. He groans into your mouth before releasing and breathing deeply.

“Wanna, - wanna take this to your room?” he asks through hooded eyes, licking his lips to savor the sweet taste of you.

Your heart thumps in your chest and you nod shakily. He takes your hand and leads you back to the living room to scoot down the hallway. The warmth of his hand grounds you as your body glides through the house, a pounding of blood rushing to your ears. He squeezes it gently as he pulls you into the open door with a bed. Luckily your house is small enough he can pretty much find his way around as if he’s been here a hundred times.

Frankie pulls you forward and turns you to face him, stepping ahead and kicking the door closed with his foot. His hands come to your arms as yours raise to his waist. His gaze at you makes you feel weightless, like his hands are only there to keep you from flying away. He steps closer and his hands trail up your arms to grasp your face. You take in the way his palms rest on your cheek and the sheer size of them before his face slants against yours and takes you in a breathless kiss.

You moan into his mouth as he takes the lead and moves you backwards until your knees hit the edge of the bed. He guides you to sit down, only peeling his lips from yours to reach the hem of his shirt and glides it over his head, throwing it on the floor with his hat. You sit, mouthwatering with his toned chest and body in front of you. His arms are strong and the veins popping out of his forearms are a dream. He has a perfect treasure trail leading down to his Calvin Klein boxers that are sticking out slightly from his jeans.

He smirks and follows your eyes, “Like what you see?”

Your mouth closes and your cheeks warm with slight embarrassment for being caught so obviously ogling him. “Fuck, sorry yeah you’re, so hot.” You lean back on the bed, and he stares down at you.

“Well, that’s quite the compliment coming from you.” He says before placing a knee on the bed and beginning to crawl onto your body. You scoot backwards and lay flat once your feet are no longer dangling. He follows you and hovers with his mouth just above yours. “You are,” He places a succulent kiss to your neck, “beautiful,” A kiss to your collarbone. “sexy,” A kiss to swell of your breast, peeking out the top of your shirt. “and you drive me crazy.” Your breaths are staggered, a wanting growing within you as your resolve begins to crumble beneath his sweltering lips.

His mouth finally moves back up to capture yours, you raise your back off the bed as he clutches at the bottom of your shirt and pulls it over your head. He takes a discrete moment to appreciate your black lacey bra with a smirk before kissing you again and reaching his hands around your back to unclasp it. It falls and you snake your arms through its confines to shuck it off the bed carelessly.

Frankie leans back, breathless as he takes in your breasts. “Perfect too.” He whispers, and you watch as he leans down and places chaste kisses to your chest, slowly making his way down to your nipple, taking it in his mouth. His tongue swirls around and he applies the perfect amount of biting to make your head fall to the side with a moan. You can feel the smug smirk on his lips as they gently travel down your body. His hands find the top of your leggings and he begins to yank at them.

A sudden feeling of nervousness washes over you and your back arches off the bed, “Wait.” You say quickly.

He stills, his lips barely graze your belly, his fingers still curved into the waistband of your pants. His eyebrows lift with surprise, “What’s up? Is this okay?”

Taking a deep gulp for time, you wring your hands together and stutter, “Um, yeah it’s just um, I’m kind of… kind of nervous.” You say hesitantly.

His eyes change to that of concern, and he pulls his hands out to lean on the bed beside you. “Why are you nervous? Is it something I did?”

“No, no, it’s just, it’s uh, been a while. I guess I’m a little nervous to be intimate again after so long.” You take a deep breath and look down, slightly embarrassed by your confession.

“Hey,” his hand comes to find yours and they still. You look to meet his eyes and he continues, “It’s okay to be nervous for a first time with someone, no matter how long it’s been.”

“I know, I know. I guess this is just like the longest I’ve gone without it so, it feels new again somehow.” You say, his voice is soft and his eyes are so kind you feel like you can finally say everything out loud.

He nods, “I get it, it’s been a while for me too.”

Your head pops up, “Really? When was the last time you slept with your ex before you broke up?”

Frankie’s eyebrows perk, “My ex?” he starts, “Um, I guess, probably two months before we officially broke it off.” He says slowly.

The weight in your chest falls with your shoulders, “Really? You haven’t had sex in over a year?” His own confession soothing your worries and allowing your breathing to calm.

Nodding, he confirms, “Yeah.” He chews his bottom lip and offers a considerate smile. You both let out a deep breath and he intertwines his fingers with yours. “Why don’t we go slow, do this together?”

“Okay, thank you.” You whisper and bring his hand up to your mouth to place a kiss.

He smiles shyly, “Do you still want to have sex tonight or wait?”

Nodding, you take a gulp and reply, “Yeah, yeah, I do. I wanna do this with you. I’m ready, just needed you to know what was going on.”

“Okay, thank you for letting me know. Um-,” He begins, his hand traces up and down your belly, sending chills down your spine. “Since it’s been a while, I will have to you know, get you ready if that’s okay.” His brows knit together as you piece together what he’s trying to say.

“Oh, yeah that’s okay.” You say, pulling a smile. His consideration warms your heart and makes you feel so much more comfortable already.

Frankie shifts back onto his knees and smiles softly, “Just let me know if things get overwhelming, okay?”

Nodding, you bite your lip. “Okay, I trust you.” You whisper.

He brings his hands to your waistband again and pulls, you lift your hips to give him better access as he pulls your pants and panties down your legs. Tossing them aside, he crawls back up the bed and lays beside you on his side. “Hey.” He whispers before leaning forward and kissing you. His hand comes to your thigh, and you ease open your legs for him as you lick into each other’s mouths. Frankie’s fingers grip your thigh, and you let out a gasp of air, which he takes in as he deepens the kiss more. His hand is skimming up the silky-smooth skin of your leg to your core. His fingers dance between your moistening slit and you shudder in your place, lashes fluttering as your need begins to grow.

His fingers play loosely with your clit, sliding up and down to gather wetness that has begun to pool in your hole to lather your clit and continue his ministrations. When you’re finally a whimpering mess below him, waiting for a change in pace to cross that finish line, his thick finger dives into your hole and you moan, grabbing onto his arm as your eyelids squeeze shut. He bites at your bottom lip, and he begins pumping his finger in you. All you can hear is the wet sounds between your legs mixed with the heavy breathing as you devour each other’s mouths. Your hands tangling in his hair as he adds another finger. The stretch is impeccable, and your pelvis begins to chase his hand as he speeds up the pace. Your orgasm quickly approaches as your grip on his bicep grows tighter.

Frankie breaks apart quickly to whisper to you, “Come on baby, I wanna see how pretty you look.”

Your core pulses around his fingers as you’re sent over the edge. Your body seizing up, eyes squeezing shut as your head falls back.

“That’s it.” He coos, pressing kisses to your jawline as his fingers continue to work you through it. “Breathe baby”

As if bound by law, you let out a deep breath and feel the aftershock wash over you. Feeling like the sun from a warm Caribbean day has just basked you in its glow, your body settles, and you let out a whimper. He pulls his fingers free, and you watch with slack mouth as he places them in his mouth between the whiskers of his beard and mustache to clean them. His eyes roll back slightly as he tastes you for the first time.

“So sweet, I can’t wait to taste you for myself next time.” He rolls off the bed and unhooks his belt. His eyes don’t leave your body the entire time, he traces every curve and edge as he pulls his pants and boxers down to leave them on the floor along with your clothing that has been shed.

His hard cock springs out of his boxers and you eye widen. You understand why he maintained the importance of working you open. Thankful for his consideration considering your dry spell. You wouldn’t even dream of having a sex toy the size of Frankie. He leans down to pluck his wallet out of his pants and pulls a condom package out of it.

You grin as he climbs back on the bed and settles on his knees between your open legs. Ripping the package open with his teeth, he slides the condom on with ease. His eyes meet yours and he smiles, “Ready for me?”

Nodding, you say, “Ready as I’ll ever be I guess.” Your eyes smile with your lips as you revel in your post-orgasmic state. He lines up between your legs and begins to push in, you breathe deeply out of your nose as you try to relax your body. Moans escape both of you as he eases his cock into you.

He hangs his head when he’s in as far as he can go, “Fuck, you feel amazing.” A smile twitches on his lips as he tries to focus.

“Ugh, I feel so full Frankie.” Your shoulders ruffle on the bedspread as sensations shoot up every nerve in your body.

He chuckles, “Good kind of full thought, right?”

Smirking, you nod. “Best kind.”

“That’s what I like to hear baby.” He leans down and encapsules your lips in a kiss again as his hips begin to rock into you. The rhythmic motion of his body moving against yours feels magical. You rest your foreheads against each other as your breathing begins to rapidly increase.

“Oh, that feels so good.” You moan, your head falling back against the pillow. He takes up the opportunity of your neck exposed to kiss and suck on the supple skin below your chin.

A whimper escapes his lips, “I’m not gonna last much longer, I can feel you’re close too.” He leans back and rises up on his haunches, grabbing your hips to pull your core flush with his crotch. Your body at his mercy, moving with him as he adjusts yourselves. Once in position, one of his hands grabs hold onto your hips as he rocks into you steadily. His other, finds your clit and begins to rub tiny circles on it. You moan at the new sensation and bite your bottom lip, a faint taste of metal seeping into your tongue. A few more pumps and you’re both plummeting over the edge. Your pussy squeezes his cock as it spills every last drop into the condom. He stills and places his hands on the bed on either side of your hips as you both ride out your pleasure.

Letting out a deep breath, he pulls himself out of you and your body whines at the sudden loss. He sighs and stands from the bed, pulling the condom off and tossing it in the trash can situated in the corner of your room. Your body feels blissful, you slowly ease under the covers as he joins you. His body is warm as he raises his arm up so you can scoot over and rest your head on his sturdy chest. He places his hand on your arm as your free hand comes up to trace tiny circles on his chest.

Neither of you have spoken, neither of you feeling like you really need to just. Letting the events of the nights, the conversations, all run through your minds as contentment falls over you.

Frankie clears his throat, it’s as dry as if he had never spoken before. “Was, - was that, okay? For you?”

A smile blooms on your face, “Yeah, that was great Frankie. Thank you.” Looking up at him, he matches your grin and kisses the top of your rustled hair.

“Good, we should get some sleep.” He whispers. “Thank you Red, I had a great night.”

Settling your head softer on his chest, you chew your cheek with glee. “Me too.” Closing your eyes, you have no urgency to fall asleep, not when all you can hear is the thud, thud, thud of Frankie’s heartbeat and the smooth sound of his breathing, as peaceful a sound as an ocean wave. Not when all you can feel is the softness of the blankets above you, and the warmth and strength of his body below you. If you laid awake like this all night, you’d be more refreshed than any sleep has ever given you.

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pimosworld · 10 months ago

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would you be able to write something about santi and frankie making a tree house for the reader's kids?

her kids have always wanted one and there's a perfect tree for it right in the center of the back yard, but she's never had the time to make it herself or get a professional to make it.

one day, at a neighborhood barbecue, pope is talking to reader's kids (trying desperately to be their favorite uncle) when they inform him of their plan of how to get their mom to make their tree house.

he tells them to draw him up a plan of their dream tree house and tells them he'll see what he can do. with the help of fish, they draw up a real plan of action from the drawing and set out finding materials. reclaimed wood, an old slide that really just needs a fresh paint job, a carpet to go inside, and some old moroccan style tiles for the roof.

they show up, truck bed full of supplies, unannounced and get to work unloading and constructing the thing. how can the reader be so mad when her kids look so happy helping them build it and playing in it once it's built?!

(new anon, sorry that this was so long.)

Pairing-Triple frontier boys x f!reader

Summary-Your kids find a way to get what they want both for you and for them.

CW-SFW, Fluff, angst, mentions of parent loss, mentions of spouse loss, tf boys being protective, tf boys being great uncles, mentions of insecurities, kids being menaces, dating, cursing, inaccurate descriptions of tree house build time because this is my world and we can build tree houses quickly, so much fluff. The boys being good with their hands.

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A/N- I’m sorry this took me so long anon. Writers block sucks but it’s only fitting that the anniversary of my first ever fic COMPANY that came up a few weeks ago featuring the tf boys is kicked off with your request for some Frankie and Santi being amazing. I made some adjustments but I hope this is everything you wanted and more.

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If you build it

“I can tell they’re up to something.” Santi shoots you a look as he flips the burgers on the grill.

“They’re kids of course they’re up to something. The question is what.” Santi closes the grill as he looks across the wide expanse of yard at his niece and nephew playing in the sandbox.

It looks like the childlike version of an ops mission happening. To someone else it may just look like a little girl playing with a stick in the sand but Santi knows better than that.

****

It’s such an odd feeling, you should still be grieving right? You most certainly shouldn’t be looking at Santi and his chiseled jaw as he watches your kids play. Or watching the way his muscles flex in his tight tee shirt as he crosses his arms. You’re so distracted you don’t even realize he’s speaking to you.

“Can you watch the grill for a second?” He raises an eyebrow at you and you feel flushed for all the wrong reasons. The sweltering heat does nothing to hide your embarrassment.

“Ya of course but don’t be gone too long. I’ve been known to burn anything on the grill.”

“I’ll make it quick then.” He winks at you as he walks across your lush green yard. Swiftly dodging a football that Benny throws deliberately at his head as he flips him off in return.

“You’re gonna burn a hole in his pants if you keep staring.” You jump at the sound of Frankie’s voice and he has the decency to look apologetic at your reaction.

You hadn’t really noticed how much they’ve all aged in the last few months. His hair is a little longer as it curls around his cap. His worry lines are just a bit deeper than you last remember them being. Yet he still smiles at you all the same as he pulls you into a deep hug, kissing the top of your head.

“I didn’t mean to scare you cariño, I was only joking.”

You shove him off playfully as you open the grill again. “I wasn’t staring.”

He bumps you out of the way as he grabs the spatula from your hand. “Sure…whatever you say. Your secrets are safe with me.” You watch him as he effortlessly dispatches all the burgers to a plate and sets them aside.

You bite your lip as you wait for him to say something but you know he’s giving you time to think. Something he’s always done for you, knowing that your mind is going a mile a minute and if anyone interrupts that train of thought it might be gone forever.

He’s just standing beside you like a steady weight as he glances around the yard at some people he barely knows and others he knows like the back of his hand. Now it’s mostly close friends and one or two neighbors, compared to several months ago when he couldn’t pick out a familiar face among the crowd. People tend to forget that your grieving continues even long after you’ve decided not to show up.

He shouldn’t feel bad for you because you’re a strong woman. More resilient than any of them could ever be.

“Frankie, can I ask you something?” You say with a nervous smile.

“You’re allowed to move on.”

You glance up at him and it’s intense the way he meets your eyes. “I didn’t ask the question.”

“You didn’t have to…my answer is still the same.”

****

As Santi approaches the sandbox he can see some kind of intricate drawing. Lexi is using a stick practically the size of her to draw it out while her brother Liam watches from the corner. She looks so much like you, especially with her focused face on as she draws another detailed set of lines that he still can’t quite make out.

Liam glances up at him and gestures with his fingers to stay quiet. Santi takes a seat at the corner of the box near him as they patiently wait for her to finish. He looks so much like him that Santi has a hard time not getting choked up, he’s grateful that they both have your personality.

“Okay.” Lexi throws the stick to the side and dusts her hands off on her white skirt. “I think it’s done.” She looks up and flashes a toothy smile at Santi and he can’t help the way his heart melts.

“Can I ask what exactly this is?”

The little girl lets out a deep sigh as she looks over at her twin brother and he just holds his hands out in silent communication that she needs to take the lead.

“Well…this is a tree house.” She pauses briefly and Santi thinks that’s cool that she can draw but then she starts. In great detail for several minutes animatedly explaining the process of her vision coming to life.

Santi has to get up and stand from her perspective to really get a grasp of what she’s talking about. He tries to follow along as she explains the duel ladder system, one on the trunk and another hanging down from the middle entrance of the house. Two doors, one for entry and the other for the slide,that lets out perfectly into the softest patch of grass in the yard. Her and her brother evidently couldn’t decide on carpet or tile so they opted to split it down the middle. Her half would be tile and his half would be carpet. They would obviously need enough room for arts and crafts, the kitchen and naps.

He’s never been so impressed with an eight year old in his entire life.

He’s so enthralled with the design that he doesn’t notice the little girl standing there staring up at him expectantly.

“So what do you think?” She’s wringing her little hands together as she glances over at her brother with an equally curious look on his face. As if a lightbulb goes off in his head Santi is suddenly aware of what exactly they were up to.

“Mija…are you asking if I can help?”

She nods her head as she rocks back and forth in the sand.

“We both have allowances if that helps.” Liam chimes in from the corner of the sandbox and Santi has to try to disguise his smile behind his hand.

“Foods ready!” You yell from across the yard and Santi meets your eyes. A look of what are you up to written all across your face.

He crouches down waving Liam over and the little boy carefully avoids the blueprints in the sand to join them. “Okay…here is what I want you to do.”

****

Your kids are being uncharacteristically good. They finished all their food, they haven’t bothered you in over an hour and even offered to help clean up the table after everyone ate.

Most everyone has cleared out from the barbecue besides for the boys who seem to be enthralled with something over by the sandbox. Frankie keeps glancing over his shoulder at you and Will has shot you a thumbs up twice. If they thought subtlety was their strong suit they are sadly mistaken. You often wonder how they managed to be special ops and keep things a secret when it’s so obvious they’ve all got something up their sleeve.

****

The something they had planned despite your initial worry was in fact a much needed day for yourself. Benny was going to take the kids to the zoo and despite wanting all the credit Will assured you he would be accompanying them so that an adult would be present.

Over the last several months various repairs around the house had gone undone in the chaos of being a newly single mom. Frankie and Santi volunteered to spend the day getting your house in order while you had a full day planned with Will’s wife Jenna. Brunch, pedicures, shopping…you couldn’t remember the last time you treated yourself to a day that wasn’t centered around your kids. As much as you loved them you knew that at times it felt like the person you used to be was long buried underneath a world of stress and hurt.

Dating was completely off the table at the moment…especially since your current situation was all but off limits. Taking care of yourself for once could be a great start in the right direction.

****

“I told you to get half inch screws Pope.”

“Those are half inch!” Santi says as he hears Frankie grumbling under his breath.

“These are definitely a quarter inch and that explains another problem.” Frankie chides as Santi flips him off.

They’ve been at this for a few hours having completed the tasks in your house in a matter of no time. All this a ruse to get the tree house completed before you and the kids are back from your day out.

It’s been awhile since they’ve done something like this. Not just the physical labor but the reward at the end being something that they know is going to brighten a lot of days. They may bicker and fight like brothers but at the end of the day Santi knows how much they both needed this. To have their minds occupied with an intricate task.

Intricate doesn’t even begin to describe what’s unfolded before them. With their niece's original design in mind and a few additions when they got to the store this is turning out to be better than some places they’ve slept while in the service.

Frankie is putting the finishing touches on the bug screen that he decided would be a good addition to the entryway for the balmy summer nights. Santi’s never felt so large while he sits on the wooden bench that doubles as a reading nook. The wood matching the same structure that he knows could withstand any storm or hurricane. The sun is setting, casting a shadow along the bright yellow carpet they found on clearance at the back of the home decor store.

The leftover Talavera tiles Santi had from his home remodel fit perfectly on the half that would be the makeshift kitchen.

There are three exits and two entries. The trap door with a knotted rope, the wooden plank stair steps and the slide that leads to the softest patch of grass in the yard.

Santiago’s thoughts are interrupted by the sound of car doors slamming and children’s laughter.

“We should head down.” Frankie grunts as he shuffles over to the slide, reaching for his standard heating oil cap placed on the bench nook.

Santi raises his eyebrows at the man taking in the scene about to unfold.

“What? How else are we supposed to get down?”

“Oh I don’t know the stairs or the rope maybe?” He says sarcastically. “We don’t need you breaking the slide before they even get a chance.”

“Fuck you, this slide was built to withstand a hurricane.”

His nieces squeal from across the yard interrupts their fifth squabble of the day.

Frankie flashes him a wide grin. “Last man down has to ask their mom on a date.”

“What?!”

“Byeeee.” Frankie slides away, throwing him the middle finger on the way down.

Santi had already talked to him about this ad nauseam. It always felt like the wrong place at the wrong time.

He opened the latch to the trap door, opting to climb down to spare him the embarrassment of using a children’s slide in front of you.

****

You pulled up to the house at the exact same time as Will and Ben. You don’t remember the last time you’d felt this refreshed. Your hair and nails done, way too many bags piled in the backseat of Jenna’s car with a new wardrobe. It was exactly what you needed and a much needed conversation with another woman to reassure you that you were perfectly capable of making your own decisions about your love life. You shouldn’t feel guilty about moving on and doing what’s best for you and your children.

You half expected your kids to be happy to see you but they both gave you light hearted waves as they raced each other around the side of the house, leaving you in the driveway with Will and Ben with amused looks on their faces.

“What’s gotten into them?” You say as the boys shoot each other a look and Jenna takes your hand on hers to lead you around the house.

“It’s better to ask for forgiveness than for permission right?” Ben says from behind you and now you’re really starting to worry. Your daughter's screech has you pulling away as you run into the backyard.

The sight you’re met with is one that completely knocks you off your feet. Your children are jumping up and down in front of a beaming Frankie and the largest tree house structure you’ve ever seen. This is something out of an outdoor life magazine.

You don’t realize you're frozen in place as the rest of the gang join him on the lawn. Santiago perhaps on purpose opted to make your life that much harder by effortlessly climbing down the rope ladder. In all the years he’s been out of the service the man still has an impeccable physique. You will your feet to move as you take in the thing that your kids have been asking you for since they could talk. The thing your husband didn’t make time for and the daunting task seemed impossible for you on your own. Paying someone was out of the question and you were too prideful to ask the boys to help you out anymore than they already did.

You don’t even realize you’re crying until Santiago approaches with the most worried look you’ve ever seen on his face.

“Look, I’m really sorry if we overstepped. I know we should’ve asked and it wasn’t our place…but the kids-“

His ramblings are cut short when you throw yourself into him. He instinctively hugs you tight as he feels the wetness from your eyes soak into his shirt.

It’s embarrassing to admit how long it’s been since a man has held you and right now you can feel your resolve breaking as he soothingly rubs his hands down your back to calm your tears.

“I don’t know how to thank you Santi.” You mumble into his chest as you try to calm your beating heart.

It’s a moment before you break apart and he really gets a good look at you. Even with fresh tears in your eyes you look stunning. The most relaxed he’s seen you look in ages and just as beautiful as the day Tom introduced you to the boys.

With the group and the kids thoroughly distracted he figures now is as good a time as any. He’s far enough away that if you reject him he can slink out of the backyard and disappear to another country for three to six months while the shame dies down.

“Listen, I have to say something before I lose the courage to say it.” He nervously rubs the back of his neck as he focuses on some inanimate object behind you. “I understand if you’re not ready or you think this is highly inappropriate and in that case I’ll pretend this never happened.”

You can feel the hairs stand up on your arms and you dig your nails into your palm to keep from passing out at this very moment.

“I know it’s wrong to say but I’ve always thought you and the kids deserved better. You know I loved him but it killed me to see the way he treated you and in another life perhaps I met you first and things would look a little different. I just can’t help but think maybe this can be a second chance and if you’re willing, I’d like to take you out sometime.”

The silence is deafening as you try to form words and Santi looks as though he wants to spontaneously combust at your lack of response. In all honesty you were never really good at flirting and now you’re spiraling because what do you say besides.

“Yes.”

He lets out a huge sigh of relief as he looks up at the sky thanking whoever is watching that he didn’t just make a complete fool of himself.

You both turn around to see Benny helping your son climb the rope and Frankie sliding down with your daughter in his lap as she claps her hands. Will and his wife made it inside at some point and they wave to you both from the large open window.

“It looks like I may be able to take you up on that offer tonight.”

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romanarose · 6 months ago

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If You Wanna Be Wild: Chapter 8

Co-written with @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction my beloved Fen, who I could not do this without. Thank you for being my emotional sounding board, my dear friend, my wonderful cowriter and helpful beta reader. I adore you.

Javier Peña x Latina!Reader/oc x Santiago Garcia

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Summary: Santi wallows and Candy is hurt.

Content and warnings for whole fic, not chapter by chapter unless something is added: Sex work, drug trade, some drug use/pressured used, sex workers and the mistreatment/stigma surrounding them specifically in the 70’s (my blog is sex worker positive) but ima put potential dub con depending how you look at it as a sex worker who works with dangerous men, some action surrounding reader and the guys and the drug trade, SMUT HEAVY, corruption kink (were corrupting santi here, he’s young, 25), no loss of virginity tho, threesomes, some slight m/m smut but that’s not the focus here, but as you know this blog is an lgbt blog so I’m always open to gay shit. Talk of war and some PTSD but I won't be going a whole lot into it. Covert/emotional incest in the past, Santi's mommy issues, m/m dynamics, internalized bi/homophobia

Reader speaks Spanish and has hair. I've decided Candy is just latina bc she's a sex worker in Colombia so this is what I'm doing. Reader also has curly hair and dark skin.

ADDITIONAL WARNINGS!: Deep internalized homophobia

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Santi flinched when he heard another plate crash against the wall, thrown by mamí’s hand and hurdled towards his sister. They were screaming at each other again, and it was bad this time. Elaina had been caught by a neighbor boy's mom, naked in bed with that neighbor boy and brought her to mamí for punishment. Santi had woken from his sleep to the knock, and when he opened his eyes to see Elaina’s bed was empty, he knew it was her. It was always her. Why couldn’t she listen? Why couldn’t she just behave? She caused mamí so much stress when she already worked so hard. Look where they were, the three of them living in a small 2 bedroom apartment, the two siblings were still sharing a room at 14 and 10. She needed to do better for mamí.

“Libertina!” Mamí shouts, slapping Elaina across the face. “How dare you disrespect me! How dare you embarrass your brother!”

Santi didn’t feel embarrassed. Should he feel embarrassed? Mamí said it was embarrassing. Yeah, yeah he felt embarrassed. Humiliated even.

“Mamí! Just listen! I’m trying to talk to you!” Elaina is crying, crumpled clothes had noticeable tearing at the collar.

“Callate!! No quiero escuchar a una puta fea!” Mamí reaches for her shoe. Santiago closes his eyes, clenching his little hands up into fists, squeezing them every time he hears the smack.

When it was all said and done, Elaina was sobbing in her bed, and Santiago was pulled onto his mother's lap. He had the distinct feeling he was too old for this, but he didn’t protest. Mamí didn’t like when he said he was too old for something, or grew out of anything. He outgrew a pair of jeans last week and she cried about how soon he’d find another woman and leave her. She said he was hers. Her little man. Her esposito. Her Santito.

Mamí held him close, arms wrapped around his body as they watched TV, up past his bedtime, telling him how good he was, how he could never leave her.

“Don’t you ever leave, Santito, bueno? No woman will ever love you like I do. They’ll only hurt my baby. They won’t cook for you, women anymore don’t take care of their men. They don’t clean either. I’ll take care of you, always, just never leave me for another woman. As long as you are my good esposito, I’ll take care of my Santito.”

Santi would leave, eventually, but not for another woman. He left to join the military to pay for his mom's bills when she wasn’t making ends meet as she got sicker. Elaina took care of her, despite everything she put Elaina through. Elaina became someone Santi admired deeply, seeing her for who she was. She wasn’t the problem child. She wasn’t a menace. She was a normal kid. It was Santi that was strange. The guys in the force razzed him over his relationship with his mom, telling him his wife wrote him when a letter from his mom came. They also made fun of him for going to mass weekly or more, for praying even in the field, for not fucking the local women they encountered, but being called gay wasn’t anything new to him. He was called that in high school, along with a myriad of racial slurs.

Frankie never made fun of him, neither did Will. Ben did, but it was just friendly, nothing mean. Nothing like Tom. Will was religious, raised baptist and respected Santi’s ongoing commitment. Ben was a bit of a mama’s boy too, just not as bad as Santi. Frankie didn’t have a relationship with his family, so he thought it was sweet.

Santi thought it was normal. It was normal to constantly worry what your mom thought, whether or not you acted on it.

When Santi finally left his mom's grasp after she fell asleep on the couch, he felt a tightness in his chest. There was a sense that something was deeply wrong for laying there with his mom, a feeling that he was too old, that he didn’t want to do that anymore… but then a deep guilt for leaving her for the comfort of his own bed. He never knew what the right choice was, constantly second guessing every move he made when he went to war with his own wants and his mom's. Cracking the door to the room he shared with Elaina in their small apartment, he heard her crying. At first, he considered going back to the couch where mamí lay… but in addition to being mamí’s esposito he knew he needed to be there for Elaina too.

When he lay in his bed, Elaina eventually spoke. “She didn’t even ask what happened.” She sobbed. “I didn’t want to… I didn’t, but he- he- he, and his friends…” She broke down in heavy heaves once again, crying as the welts mamí gave her began to show in the moonlight and Santi began to realize what had happened to her. When she began to calm down, Elaina turned to him, her face set in anger he didn’t think was directed at him but he could never tell.

“Don’t you ever do that to a woman, do you hear me? If I ever catch you acting like that, I swear to god Santi, I swear to god…”

She never did finish that sentence, and Santi didn’t sleep that night, but he promised. He would never disrespect a woman, never. He would be a better man than their dad, than the men who did that to his sister. He’d make mamí and Elaina proud, he’d follow the word of God. He’d be good for his mamí. He’d make her proud. He’d be her good Santito.

“Good boy, Santito”

Cold ran down his back, through his torso and into his heart where it pumped the icy anxiety into every vein. He felt sick. Santi thought of his mom, thought of what she must think of him right now, what Jesus must think of him… in bed with a woman who isn’t his wife, kissing a man, feeling his erection in his pants as their bodies pressed into each other… and Elaina, what would she think of soliciting a prostitute?

He needed to go. He had to go. He had to get out of this room and maybe throw up and maybe switch jobs and go to confession and punish himself… he caused Candy to sin, he caused Javi to sin, if they go to hell it’s his fault, he’s going to hell, he’s going to burn in hell now and-

Santi realized he was already walking down the street, not remembering how he got there. He paid her right? Did he? Great now he was a sexual sinner and a thief. What was wrong with him? So many things… so many things…

Tucking himself into an ally, he doesn’t make it far before he starts throwing up, the little food he’s been able to get down coming back up. This is why his pants were falling off. He was a fucking disaster. He was a failure to everyone around him, he couldn’t even catch Lorea. There was no stopping the tears that came as he laid down on the disgusting floor. There was a needle by his leg and Santi was pretty sure someone had defecated nearby but he wasn’t in control of his own body anymore. The guilt was crippling, the sadness exhausting… He wanted to call Javi, Javi would make it better… but there was no better, was there?

It wasn’t going to be better.

Santi laid there until the sun set.

Javi opens his front door on the fourth knock, not bothering to check who is there before he flings it open, a scowl plastered to his features.

His expression quickly softens when he sees you. Sees the redness to your eyes.

“Cand-”

“Can I come in?” You cut him off quickly, you don’t want to see that sympathetic look, you don’t want to see worry in his eyes. This isn’t about that.

You swallow down your emotions, force them down. Don’t think about Santi, don’t think about Santi, don’t think about Santi.

You push past him before he can even answer, ducking under his arm that is holding open the door.

“I… yeah?” He turns, shutting it and following you as you walk into the room. “What-”

Enough questions. You don’t need questions.

You kiss him forcefully, slipping your tongue past his lips and lightly walking him backwards.

Taken by surprise, he goes with the kiss, groaning softly. Your lips only break apart as you push him back onto his sofa.

He tries again to speak. Tries to break through the shield you’ve put up.

You don’t let him, dropping quickly to your knees between his legs and palming him through his joggers.

He bites back a moan, eyes closing for a second as his body reacts on autopilot. His cock twitches under the warmth of your hand.

You don’t let him compose himself, pulling his soft dick from his clothes and quickly lean forward and take him into your mouth.

He hardens quickly, growing as you swallow and bob until he nudges at the back of your throat. You groan, swirling your tongue as you deep throat him, taking him deeper.

Javi’s moans grow in volume, mutters of praise slipping past his lips as the sounds rumble in his chest.

“Santi…” you whine as you come hard against him.

“I wasn’t finished.” He smiles cheekily.

“Good boy, Santito.”

You choke, spluttering for a second as you breathe at the wrong time.

“Baby,” Javi pulls you off him, salvia drinks down your chin as he takes your face in your hands. Worry in his eyes.

That fucking look again.

“What’s wrong?”

“I was just wondering if you… wanted some company tonight…” You say softly. “Free of charge?”

You hold his gaze as he looks over your face. You know that expression too. The one of a detective. You just wanted a distraction, and he could give it.

But after a moment he nods and doesn’t press further.

You pull off your clothes quickly and climb into his lap when Javi has barely taken off his t-shirt. You waste little time, taking him again in your hand and pumping twice between you line yourself up with him and sink down.

He groans, screwing his eyes up tight.

You shiver. He’s big, and even though you’re used to him your body still reacts a little in surprise, clenching and hampering your intentions.

You frown, wriggling, trying to take more and more even and fight the resistance.

When Javi’s eyes meet yours you want to scream. To cry.

You don’t want those soft eyes. You don’t need them.

Oh god, how much you need them.

He doesn’t speak, doesn’t push. Simply rubs his thumb against your clit while his other hand holds your hip and stops you from trying to sink further down.

It takes less than a minute for a spark of pleasure to run along your skin, for your hips to rock and for you to throw your head back in a soft moan.

He gently pushes you down onto him, filling you and stretching you wide before he moves and flips you onto your back on the sofa with him above you.

He thrusts slow and deep until you're digging your nails into his back and sobbing his name as he sucks bruises into your neck in time with the rapid rock and grind of his hips.

“Javi…” You tense, gasping as your pleasure crests suddenly, overpowering and relentless. Robbing you of thought for one blissful moment.

“That’s it, bebé, that’s it…” He whispers into your ear, slowing his thrusts but not stopping completely, letting you breathe and recover for a minute before he starts to build up again. “I’ve got you.”

When you’ve settled, naked on his chest, Javi holds you close. He has a way of sensing when you need him, of when you need the extra touch and he’s there to give it.

A gentle kiss to the tip of your ear. “Do you wanna talk about it, Candy?” His voice was soft, letting you know you don’t have to answer. But you did, because it was Javi, your Javi, and you needed him.

“Santi’s mad at me.” You sniffle, clinging to him as the tears come for the hundredth time. “I- I don’t know what I did, but he just left- he left right after we… he wouldn’t even look at me, and he won’t talk me and it’s stupid, Javi I know it’s stupid because he’s a client, he’s just a client but, but-”

“Candy.” Long fingers tangle in your hair. “I know hes not just a client. It’s okay. You’re human. It’s normal for you- for us- to feel things… and I know how it feels to… feel… for him…”

You pause at that, then finally pull yourself off his sticky skin to look down at him. Your hair falls around, closing off the two of you to the world. “You… do?”

The look Javi gave you made your heart clench tight, something you’ve never seen in him. Worry.

He gives a small nod. “He’s um… not talking to me either. I… kissed him… on friday. And he ran away so… I don’t think this is about you.”

You regard him curiously. You weren’t stupid, you were aware that those two were making goo goo eyes at each other for months, so this wasn’t a huge shock, and you and Javi were both on the same page of who gave a shit if someone was gay. You’d fucked plenty of girls during threesomes and group sex, and Javi…. Well, live and let live sort of man. But you didn’t expect the kiss at all.

Rolling over, you flop onto the bed beside him.

“You know how he is… guilt over everything… just a ball of anxiety. I wish… I wish I could take it away from him. I do. I wish I didn’t feel the way I did, but I do. It’s all gotten so… complicated.”

Javi’s hand takes yours, giving you a squeeze. “Yeah. it has.”

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growup-thatbeautiful · 2 years ago

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I love all your fics!!!! I wondering if I could please request imagine (Triple Frontier) Ben Miller x shy girlfriend reader and both your infant son is mommy boy. Pretty adorable like every single day walking around the building, waiting for Ben or after the MMA fights, being both his good luck charms 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

A/n: you’re a genius, lovely! this is post-canon so i don’t have to deal with tom :) also, i spent so much time choosing the gif because i kept getting distracted about how pretty they are (the tf boys and the gifs)

Warnings: none :) reader has a kid, so if that’s not your thing don’t read!

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Good Luck Charm

The brick wall of the gym hallway is cool against your shoulder from where you’re leaning against it. The smell of clean linoleum and the hum of the fluorescents above you provide a timeless cocoon for the sleeping bundle in your arms to nuzzle in closer to your chest.

“Good morning, Jules,” you coo softly when the bundle opens his eyes. “Have a good nap?” You get a bleary-eyed stare in response. Julian, named after Benny’s mom Julia, slowly blinks at you before spitting out his pacifier, spit following behind.

“Baby, why’d you do that?” you ask him. “You want your paci.” Sure enough, his face starts to turn red and you see his throat work up an upset whimper. Before he can start to fuss to much, though, you press the pacifier back into his mouth. Contentment settles on his face and his eyes slide back closed.

Distantly, you can hear the yelling crowd from the gym, and you don’t know how Jules is sleeping at all. The crowd is larger than normal on account of the sizable opponent Benny is fighting, hence the reason you’re waiting in the hallway instead of watching the fight.

You used to watch all of his matches when you where dating- you couldn’t get enough of the thrill of watching your Benny up on that platform, fighting with all of his strength to win. But, as you got more attached to him, it got harder to watch him take punches, especially when you had Julian.

Even if you aren’t in the room, it doesn’t stop you from thinking about Benny. The fight hasn’t started yet, which means that he’s probably in the locker room down the hall getting hyped up by the guys. As clear as if he was right in front of you, you see him wrap his hands carefully with bandages and gloves, his wedding band around a cord on his neck that holds his dog tags.

Will’s probably giving him some sort of pep talk with Santiago tagging on any information he deems helpful, which usually isn’t. Frankie, quiet and composed, os sitting on the bench, sizing up the opponent and searching for any weaknesses. They make quiet the group of men together. All there for Benny, even though none of them have to do this anymore.

When the crowd’s cheers grow louder, you know Benny’s made his way into the gym. Your husband’s always been a town favorite, and tonight there’s some sort of special opponent that he’s facing. You try not to learn all of the details- they usually make you too nervous. Benny knows not to tell you anything the same way you know not to ask questions when you patch him up. Blood, after being with him for so long, isn’t a problem for you anymore.

From somewhere down the hall, a voice calls your name. You could recognize that voice from anywhere, and if that wasn’t a dead giveaway then the loud, expletive-filled Spanish greeting gives him away before you can turn around and tell him that Julian’s asleep. Santiago wraps his arms around you, careful of Julian, and greets you warmly. “Hola, mija. How’s the kid?”

“Trying to sleep,” you respond without any malice at all. “No thanks to you.” He at least looks a little bit ashamed, but that clears away from his face as soon as Frankie steps next to him.

“Jesus, Pope, could you be any louder?” Frankie says, patting you roughly on the shoulder with a grin. “You think you would learn how to be around kids after all this time, ¿eh cabròn?”

“Thanks, Frank.” Santi’s voice is dripping with its usual sarcasm and sass, but all of you are used to it by now. 99% of what Santi says can be taken with a grain of salt.

In the gym, Benny’s name is announced over the loudspeaker and the lights start flashing rapidly. “I guess that’s your que to go,” you say. “Wouldn’t want you to miss anything.”

“Can we convince you to join us?” Frankie asks. Because it’s Frankie, you know he means the offer. If you asked him, he would take care of Julian while you went to see Benny, and you would trust him fully to do so. After two of his own kids, Frankie knows how to take care of all kinds of disasters, and you know his gentleness applies to anyone he considers family.

But you just don’t think that you watching is a good idea. “Nah, it’s okay, Frankie. Maybe next time.” Both of you know you’ll say the exact same thing next time too, but you always appreciate the offer.

With a knowing look, Frankie nods and leads Santiago down the hall with him into the crowded, hazy gym. You turn your attention back to Julian, who looks content in his dinosaur onesie. It was a gift from Will, and Benny wanted Julian to show support for his uncles.

The rest of the fight passes in a the crowds oohs and aahs and you can only pay so much attention to it before it starts to make you too anxious. Realistically, you know Benny can handle whoever it is he’s fighting. You heard accidentally that there’s a pound difference between them, but Benny’s fast for someone his size and you know that he can his own. Plus, he’s got a hearty amount of backup in case something goes wrong. The worst you’ve ever had to patch up in a long is a bloody nose or bruised ribs, and even then Benny usually knows how to take care of himself more than you do.

Eventually, you hear the triumphant roars reach a crescendo and the announcer calls out Benny as the winner. Pride fills your chest as you whisper to Julian. “Daddy won his fight, Jules. Just like we told him to.” Julian, waking up due to the raised noise levels, looks at you through squinted blue eyes just like his father’s.

As people trickle past you through the back exit, you make your way into the locker room where you know Benny and the guys will be as soon as Benny’s cleared by the unofficial doctor on site. It must not have been close at all because they show up after only a few minutes, cheering and yelling their way through the door.

When Benny sees you, a grin lights up his face, as if it’s a surprise to see you there. Like you would ever miss a fight.

With one strong arm wrapped around your waist, he pulls you in to a bruising kiss. “Honey,” he mutters against your lips, “I think you might be my good luck charm.”

Even after all these years, your heart still swells at his words, at the idea of Benny being just as enamored with you as you are with him. “I think Julian might be part of it too.”

With a grin, Benny looks down at the baby between you. “Hey, bud,” he greets, two sandy blond-haired heads looking at each other. While you’re the one who can seemingly always get Jules to sleep, Benny always wakes him up. Luckily, though, Julian is usually happy when he sees Benny. You can’t blame him. “How was your day with mama?”

“He had a rough day at school,” you explain softly to Benny, looking at Julian. “Apparently he was fussy.”

Benny scoffs and carefully takes Julian when you offer him. If it was anyone else covered in sweat and blood, you would say no, but you know Benny’s at least washed his hands. “My baby? Never. He’s an angel.”

“Sure, honey,” you respond, happy to see the twinkle in Benny’s eye. He may not agree, but you know there’s nothing that makes him in a better mood than winning and having his family there. “How was the fight?”

Benny’s grin spreads across his face and takes on a confidence that you usually don’t see outside of your home. “Not even close. He didn’t see a fuckin’ thing coming.”

“Benny,” you sigh, gesturing to Julian. “I’ll let it slide because you just won.”

“Good luck getting Pope to stop. His favorite words aren’t appropriate for kids,” Benny says in return, but you know he’s trying. His language is already better than it used to be. “Isn’t that right, Jules?”

Jules responds with a happy noise, one that just makes Benny’s grin even wider. You can’t help but appreciate the sight before you; your two beaming boys with each other, your family together.

Yeah, you’re going to keep coming to his fights. Maybe your his good luck charm, maybe you’re not, but nothing could possibly stop you from seeing Benny like this.

Happy. Content. Loved.

“Come here, honey,” Benny calls to you, and who are you to say no. Carefully, you let yourself be wrapped in Benny’s arms, your head on the warm muscle of his shoulder. “Thanks for coming tonight.”

“Of course,” you whisper. “We’re your good luck charms, right?”

“Absolutely,” he agrees. You ignore the whistling and cheering of Santi and Frankie and the over-exaggerated gagging of Will. “Nothin’ like you, sweetheart. Or you-” he looks down at Julia “-bud.”

You can’t help but agree.

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 8 months ago

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I Hope You Dance [a Jay and Frankie fic]

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Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Frankie Morales x Jay ‘Lady’ Ray (OFC) **Series masterlist**

Warnings: TeenagerParent!Jay and Frankie, allusions to J & F having sex, underage drinking, vomiting, mention of girls kissing, teenage bisexual panic.

Words: 1,817

Summary: Jay and Frankie have a childfree night when Alma, 15, calls in panic from a party and asks to be picked up. Mom and dad to the rescue in more ways than one.

A/N: @beesmall asked the following: "What are things like for Jay and Frankie when the girls are a little older? Would love to hear about how they navigate the teenage drama years." I hope you like it! (Title is shameless stolen from Lee Ann Womack's song of the same name. I don't particularly like the song, but it fits the fic *shrugs*)

”MOOOOOM!”

Jay puts down the knife she was just about to use to cut vegetables, and looks over at Frankie, who’s frying meatballs at the stove.

”Is that girl about to die or what the hell is going on?”

Frankie chuckles. ”I think she might.”

The stairs groan under the running feet of a very stressed teenager, and the second after, Alma shows up in the kitchen.

”Mom, where’s my purple plaid?”

”I don’t know, honey, I don’t have a crystal ball,” Jay tells her patiently as she cuts up the tomatoes. ”And what have I told you about yelling like that?”

”Not to,” Alma pouts, but she’s still vibrating with pent up energy. ”But mom, if I don’t have the plaid, I won’t have anything to wear to Kat’s party!”

”You have a closet full of clothes.”

”You don’t get it!”

Alma storms off again in search of the beloved plaid, and Jay sighs deeply.

”My daughter cares about fashion. What did I do wrong?”

”Now, now,” Frankie chides her while shaking the frying pan in order to turn the meatballs. ”There are worse things a fifteen-year-old could do, you know that. Ours is actually very balanced.”

”Oh, I know that. But I still don’t understand how I’m supposed to know where her clothes are. Our kids fold their own clean clothes, and put the dirty ones in the hamper.”

”Maybe Bianca borrowed it.”

”If she did, Alma’s going to kill her.”

Alma reappears, now carrying the purple plaid and a very relieved look.

”Where was it?” Frankie asks lightly, knowing the answer.

”Where I left it,” the girl mutters, but she seems less stressed now.

”Imagine that,” Jay quips with a teasing smile, which is met by an eyeroll.

”Okay, mom.”

”Lay the table, please. Dinner will be ready soon, and then I’ll drive you to the party.”

Alma accepts without comments, and Jay watches her in secret while preparing the salad. Alma may be something of a tomboy who doesn’t really care about makeup and skimpy little party outfits, but she still cares about what she looks like. That purple plaid is her favorite, and she’d obviously want to wear it for a party.

After dinner, Jay takes Bianca to a friend’s house for a sleepover, then picks up Alma’s friend Joanna, and drives the girls to Kat’s house for the party.

”Remember that you can call for any reason,” she reminds her daughter before dropping them off. ”If anything happens, if something feels wrong, if the two of you wanna go home. Okay? At any time.”

”Sure, mom,” Alma nods, already getting out of the car. ”I’ll call, I promise!”

”Have fun!”

Confident that Alma will reach out, Jay drives back home to the old farm that she and Frankie bought and fixed up with the South American money all those years ago. Frankie’s waiting for her, grinning mischievously at her from his chair on the porch when she ascends the stairs.

”What?” she grins back, knowing full well what’s on his mind. The older the kids get and the more time they spend away from home, the more the sturdy bed in the master bedroom has to suffer. The years haven’t diminished the love and attraction Jay and Frankie have for each other.

”Come here, mama...”

///

The phone wakes Jay from her slumber, but as soon as she sees her oldest daughter’s photo on the screen, she’s wide awake.

”Hi, sweetie.”

”Mom?” Alma’s voice is small and unsure. ”Can you come and pick us up?”

”Alma, what’s the matter?” Jay’s in full mission mode immediately, getting out of bed and pulling out clothes from the closet. Frankie sits up as well, hearing that something’s amiss.

”Joanna isn’t feeling well, she had a lot to drink, and there are some older guys here...”

”I’m on my way, honey. Are you safe there? You want me to call 911?”

”Just get here, mom.”

”Fifteen minutes, honey.”

Frankie’s up as well, pulling his jeans on.

”What’s wrong?” he wants to know as soon as Jay hangs up. She pulls an old army hoodie over her head.

”Joanna drank too much, and apparently there are some older guys there. I think Alma’s fine, but she wasn’t feeling safe.”

”I’m coming with.”

Jay nods, and a couple of minutes later, they’re in the car, leaving the farm.

The party’s in full swing when they get there, but when Jay marches in, grim-faced and heavy-booted, it puts a damper on things. Not even the seventeen- and eighteen-year-old boys dare say anything when she turns her steely gaze at them.

”I’m only gonna say this once,” she proclaims loudly. ”Everyone who’s not on Kat’s year, get the fuck out. You have ten seconds, then I’m calling the cops and holding you down until they come and arrest your asses.”

Five guys get up quickly, picking up six-packs, and making their way past her, only to meet Frankie’s broad shoulders towering menacingly over them at the door. A car engine starts, and it’s like the rest of the crowd lowers their shoulders. Jay quickly finds Alma and Joanna in the bathroom, poor Joanna sobbing into the toilet bowl. After making sure that both girls are okay, Jay and Alma help lead Joanna out, where Frankie picks up the lurching girl, and carries her to the car.

”You can’t tell my parents, they’ll kill me,” she sobs in the backseat. Jay and Frankie exchange glances as they get in the front seat, Frankie driving this time. Joanna was supposed to spend the night at their house, and maybe it’s better to stick to the plan, and deal with the aftermath tomorrow.

They make it home with a couple of stops so that Joanna can throw up by the roadside, Jay and Frankie comforting her, Alma watching with a lost look on her face. When they finally get home, they put Joanna up in the guestroom with a bucket, an extra blanket, painkillers and water. After making sure she’s okay, they leave her to sleep.

Jay exhales deeply once the guestroom door clicks shut behind her. Walking into the kitchen, she glances at the clock on the wall, seeing that it’s two am. She hears Frankie call her softly from the living-room. Walking there, she finds her husband and daughter on the couch. Alma’s looking confused and tired, and Frankie has his arm around her shoulders.

”I’m sorry, mom,” she whispers, and Jay hurries to her, sitting down next to her.

”Alma, honey, you have nothing to apologize for.”

”I should’ve taken better care of her.”

”It’s not your responsibility,” Frankie reminds her gently, and Jay nods.

”He’s right. You did everything right, Alma, you looked out for your friend, and you called us when you couldn’t handle the situation. I promise you, Alma, you did exactly right. I’m proud of you.”

The girl’s eyes fill with tears. ”Really?”

”So, so proud,” Frankie confirms, and Alma sobs.

”Even when I drink? I mean, with mom...”

”Honey, I’ve told you, I know you’re going to drink sooner or later,” Jay reminds her. They’ve had this conversation before, and so far, Alma hasn’t once come home drunk. ”I just want you to be careful when you do.”

”It wasn’t even that good, so I couldn’t drink much.”

”Yeah, it tastes shit, doesn’t it?” Jay chuckles. Alma smiles weakly through her tears before sobbing again.

”Joanna’s gonna be mad at me.”

”She’ll be fine in the morning,” Jay guesses. ”She’ll probably feel ashamed, but it’s okay. She’ll come around.”

”No, I mean...” The girl clams shut, and Jay strokes her neck gently until she’s comfortable to share.

”We were dancing and having a really good time and... I kissed her.”

Oh, my poor baby. Alma came out as bisexual about a year ago, first to her beloved uncle Benny, shortly later to her parents and sister. It hadn’t changed anything for Jay and Frankie, except that their first week after the coming out was filled with frantic googling on how to support their daughter. Dating, Jay had realized, would maybe be a little trickier for Alma, but she had resolved to give advice and help whenever her daughter asked for it, not before.

”You think she’ll be mad at you for that?” Frankie asks her gently. Alma shrugs.

”She got really weird, and then the guys showed up, and they had beers and she just started hanging with them.”

”Baby, I’m sure you’ll patch things up,” Jay tries to comfort her. ”Just let her sober up, live through her hangover which I’m sure will be epic, and then you can figure things out.”

”She kissed me back.”

”Then I hope there’s an even bigger chance that things will work out,” Frankie points out. Alma shakes her head.

”Her mom and dad are really strict. They’ll kill her.”

”No they won’t,” Jay tells her firmly. ”We’ll see to that, honey, I promise. It’ll be okay.”

Alma takes a deep breath and sighs it out, relaxing visibly.

”I love you, mom,” she whispers, and now Jay embraces her tightly.

”I love you too, Alma.”

”I love you, dad.”

”I love you, mijita.” Frankie’s arms are around them both, warm and reassuring.

They help their daughter to bed before retiring to their own bedroom for the second time that night.

”Christ,” Jay yawns as she undresses. ”I guess it begins. The dating and heartache phase, not to mention drinking.”

”But we did good,” Frankie reminds her, already in bed and waiting for her. ”She did everything right, just like you said.”

”Yeah, thank fuck.” Jay joins him between the sheets that still smell of their earlier love-making. She settles against him and yawns again.

”But I can’t believe our baby girl is so grown up already,” Frankie adds, his voice quivering a little. Jay passes her hand over his chest in half a caress, half a shove.

”Please don’t start bawling about our kids growing up yet again, I’m too tired for that shit.”

”When will you stop pretending like you don’t think it’s super cute that I get so emotional?” he chuckles, and Jay has to smile.

”When hell freezes over.”

”You’re a hard woman. But you did amazing with Alma tonight.”

”It was teamwork, baby,” she reminds, now angling her face up towards his. Their lips brush against each other. ”It's always teamwork.”

Frankie hums before pressing his lips to hers for a long, sweet kiss that ends with both of them yawning.

”Goddammit, I’m too old for this,” he mutters, and Jay lays her head down on his shoulder again.

”You and me both. And we still have to deal with whatever fresh catastrophe those two come up with tomorrow.”

”That’s for tomorrow,” Frankie rules, and Jay agrees. Right now, both of them are happy with what they’ve accomplished, and deserve some sleep.

#jay and frankie #frankie morales #jay 'lady' ray #frankie morales x ofc #frankie morales fanfic #triple frontier fanfic #my fic

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jeoxnstar · 3 months ago

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About me

WARNING! I will post about my feelings, yap,reblog in this account.

What's your name (or nickname)-

June/Pepper

Where are you from-

USA (but im From Puerto Rico)

How would you describe yourself in three words-

Yapper,Nice,Spicy

What are your hobbies or interests-

Reading,Cleaning,Talking to friends

Favorite books, movies, or TV shows-

Book- Good girls Guide to murder by Holly Jackson

Movies- Wolverine/Triple Frontier

Series- The Last Of Us

What's a song or album you can't stop listening to right now-

Song- Baile Inolvidable by Bad Bunny

Album- Proof by BTS

Do you have any pets or animals in your life-

4 dogs 1 cat

Are you a morning person or a night owl-

Night owl

What’s a goal or dream you're working towards-

Becoming a Nurse Practitioner

What’s something you’re passionate about-

Taking care of my family

Do you have any favorite quotes or sayings that inspire you-

“Morning will come again. No darkness, no season is eternal.” (bts spring day)

What’s something you’ve learned recently-

Not everyone is who they say they are

What’s a fun fact about you that most people don’t know-

Im actually very introverted! but extroverted with friends

What’s something that always makes you laugh-

@cknife @billiessillywife @redcherrykook @g. @charmsiii @lizzikoo and all my other friends

Do you have any favorite hobbies or activities you like to do in your free time-

I love to watch series and/or movies, scroll on tumblr and chat with my friends and spend time with family.

What’s a place you’ve always wanted to visit and why-

Ive always wanted to go to germany and the uk… becausse my dogs race is from there (germany) and i find it very beautiful also the history

What are your biggest inspirations or role models-

My mom

#cherry<3 #har<3 #g<3 #jana<3 #liz<3 #charms<3 #june asks #june thoughts

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ruinedbylanadelrey · 2 years ago

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King of Your Heart

Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Chapter 2 "Easy"

summary: All that Frankie has ever wanted to be was your everything. After years of being best friends one phone call changes everything between the two of you.

inspired by The King by Sarah Kinsley

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, age gap (reader is 28-29, Frankie 38-39), friends with benefits -> situationship, Frankie isn't a dad, light smut, jealously, best friends with benefits, reader is lowkey toxic, reader wears makeup, reader has long hair, self-hate (both characters), alcohol consumption, yearning, secrets, no y/n, pet names, blind dates, possessiveness, triple frontier boys, Tom is dead, reader is a flirt, reader has complicated relationship with her body, Frankie is a dick (later)

inside the world of king of your heart

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Frankie looks around your room, looking at the pictures displayed all over the room. He knows why you have so many pictures of everyone you love. It was to show that you hold them a special place in your big heart (that you lie about saying your heart is nonexistent). You value memories since your parents passed away, you told Frankie that it was a way to remind you that you have people who care about you because you feel like you're drowning in sadness from time to time and your friends were always there to pull you out and bring you back to life.

The picture frame on the bedside table was of you and him, you guys were on the couch in your apartment drunk and sharing a pint of ice cream. You had a big smile and Frankie had a spoonful of vanilla ice cream in his mouth. He remembers that night, the guys came over to cheer you up since it was the death anniversary of your mom's passing. You wanted to spend the day alone and cry in private. But the guys being well...your friends decided against it. You were taken aback by the overwhelming feeling of being cared for.

Frankie looks over at your sleeping body turned away from him, you were curling into yourself and holding the pillow like a person. His heart aches wanting to hold you and have you in his arms. He could just say that he's a cuddly person when he sleeps and you would believe him. Frankie chooses to not disturb your sleep and just watches your chest rise and fall with every breath you take.

You come up to the table asking what everyone is drinking, and everyone gives the answer 'Budweiser', then you come back with 4 beers and 1 vodka cranberry which will switch to a vodka redbull depending on how buzzed you want to get. Frankie watches you hand out the beers and take a seat between Benny and Pope.

Frankie felt like he was punched in the gut. But jealousy and guilt play tug of war with his heart. "Fish, I asked you a question," You leaned on the tabletop and wave your hands in his face, he shakes his head and cleared his throat. "What did you say, princess?" Frankie asks before he takes a swig of his drink. That stupid nickname you got from this group makes your face burn.

The other night pops into your mind with Frankie fucking you on the floor of the living room in your apartment after everyone left poker night. "You know we let you win, princess..." Frankie grunts pulling you by the hair, forcing you to look back at him while he fucks you into the carpet, the rug burn was worth it the next morning.

"I asked you if you're coming to poker night tomorrow?" You pushed the memory into the back of your mind. Frankie nods while he is swallowing hard, you nod back and turn your attention to Benny who is talking about the next fight and you tried to seem engaged in the conversation but you kept stealing glances at Frankie. You hated how he decided to wear the shirt you had on the night before. The heathered gray T-shirt is so soft on the skin. You know it still smells like your Victoria's Secret perfume that he is obsessed with.

"I need my princess there cheering me on," Benny winks at you making you giggle. Frankie's jaw twitches when Benny says 'My princess'. "Don't worry, I'll be there this time Benny." You wrapped your arm around Benny's shoulders and you could feel Frankie's stare burning into your skin.

To you, Frankie's stare is just him letting you know that you need to choose your apartment or his house. But Frankie's glare is him trying to control the green monster inside him.

"I need you to ask you for a favor, can you come with me on a date? The girl I've been seeing has a friend that is interested in you, princess," Benny asks you, Frankie used every ounce of self-control to not answer for you, he wanted to exclaim that you are not going on a date. "Like a blind date? I don't know..." You were unsure due to the friends with benefits with Frankie, Pope watches Frankie's jaw twitch. Benny continues to beg you and of course, you being the great friend you are, you reluctantly agreed to the double date.

"I'm grabbing another round, Fish mind helping me?" Santiago told up and nodded to the bar. Frankie doesn't say anything and follows Pope to the bar.

"Alright, talk to me," Pope said waving down the closest bartender and giving them the order. Frankie crosses his arms and leans on the bar top. "What do you mean?" Frankie asks trying to act like he hasn't been avoiding everyone.

He has been avoiding everyone since sleeping with you almost every night. "Cut the shit, man," Pope rolls his eyes and sighs. He looks to Frankie who was looking back at the table watching you laugh and talk to Will and Benny.

You looked so beautiful with a smile painted across your face. You are always so happy with everyone. You lit up the room and made sure everyone was having a good time. "She's been acting different too...putting more time into everyone else but you..." Pope's words make Frankie snap out of his gaze on you. Frankie turns his head back to the bar and rubs with his face in his hands.

"You are the one giving it away...I don't know why you two think keeping anything a secret is working. We all think you have already slept together so if you two are actually fucking no one will be surprised...I take that back Benny might be surprised." Pope was talking in a very low tone and Frankie was swimming in his mind. Was he being obvious? Is it the stares? Is it how he just happens to be hangout with you whenever the guys call for a boy's night?

"We aren't doing anything. We are just friends." Frankie didn't know what else to say. Pope nods not having the energy to make Frankie crack. "Alright I'll let it go," he hands Frankie your drink and his beer, the two men walk back to the table and saw you were gone. Frankie sets his beer on the table and holds your drink and looks around the room. There you were at the DJ station batting your eyes trying to get the guy to play whatever song you had in your head at the moment.

Then a second later whatever song was playing gets interrupted by your favorite song from the early 2000s. You smiled at yourself so proud of getting what you wanted. You waltzed to the table singing and pulling Benny to the makeshift dance floor. Benny happily spins you around and into his arms. Frankie didn't know that the clear plastic cup filled with cranberry juice and vodka spills onto the floor.

Fuck

He looks at Will and Pope who were staring at the cranberry juice leaking out of the cup and all over his hands. Benny was talking to some girl across the room. Your laugh gets closer, you stop laughing when you looked at Frankie covered in cranberry juice. Frankie studies the fall of your smile and your eyes meet his.

"Someone bumped into me...I'll go get you a new one," Frankie was too quick to dismiss himself from the scene. You watch Frankie grab another drink for you and he hands it off to you. His fingers grazing yours, you both ignore the spark of the small touch. You thank him and take a long sip trying to act like you weren't wondering if he was lying about someone bumping into him.

"I think I'm going to take off," Frankie grabs his hat and pats his jeans to figure out where he put the keys to his truck. "Frankie..." You call out his name when he brushes past you, he turns to you, and could see some sort of struggle in him. You could feel Will and Santiago watching you and Frankie acting out of character. "Text me when you're home safe...goodnight," You smiled, Frankie nods before walking out of the bar. His ears started to ring from the music being so loud.

Where did this jealousy come from? The whole blind date has Frankie reeling, making him feel the anger festering.

Frankie never was a jealous person until you came into his life. He hated hearing about anyone trying to be your friend. Frankie especially hated hearing about the asshole you dated or just entertained. You and him were simply 'just friends', not 'just friends' but you guys were 'best friends'. You claimed that title in the privacy of your time alone together. You always teased Pope saying he's been replaced. You understood Frankie on a whole other level than anyone has. You didn't complicate things when Frankie would confide in you about problems. He loved how easy it is with you. Easy to talk about his past. Easy to just sit on the couch and watch TV in silence. Easy to just have you under him whimpering for him. You were just an easy person who just wanted to be around your friends.

You sit down trying to ground yourself. Was Frankie mad at you? Was it the blind date set up? Why is he acting so different? Did he think starting friends with benefits was a mistake? Frankie wasn't acting like Frankie, your easy-going best friend. All you wanted to do was chase after him but couldn't because you were afraid of giving away your cover. But was it ever really a secret?

#frankie morales #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales fluff #triple frontier #triple frontier fic #frankie morales smut #frankie morales x f!reader #pedro pascal

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kaminocasey · 2 months ago

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Make Me Wanna

Pairing: Benny Miller (Triple Frontier) x F!Reader

Summary: You get home from being in South America for two years and your best friend Benny is more than happy to have you back.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI; suggestive content, alcohol consumption but not drunk drinking, maybe super duper light angst? Just a lot flirty fluffy stuff with Benny. Santi and Frankie are married (bc I love them your honor).

WC: 3.4k

A/N: Ahhh so this isn't star wars BUT I got excited about Pedro being Reed Richards and then started watching Triple Frontier edits and then Benny popped up and next thing you know I've not been able to stop thinking about him lmao. Also, I listened to a lot of country music (bc Benny is a cutie southern boy ya know?) while writing and made a lil playlist. Fic is based off the song “Make Me Wanna” by Thomas Rhett. Part two is definitely gonna happen bc I can't NOT write smut for this fine ass man.

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You've been gone for the last two years, teaching English in South America. Tonight is your debut back into Floridian life. The second day when you got back into town, you ran into Santi while grocery shopping and he invited you over to his and Frankie’s place for a bonfire and cookout. You’d immediately asked if Benny was gonna be there and he gave you a knowing smirk and told you yes.

So here you are. Dressed up in a sky blue (Benny’s favorite color on you) sundress on a Saturday night in June. It’s a whopping 70 degrees and while you’re normally freezing cold in this kind of weather, you know that the bonfire will feel good. And maybe the arms of a certain blond southern boy.

“There she is!” You hear Santi’s smooth voice as you walk around the back of the house from the side yard.

You give a smile to Santi and Frankie, greeting them with a hug.

“You look good, sweetheart.” Frankie kisses you on the cheek.

“Thank you.” You smile. “Where’s-”

“He’s on a beer run with Will… should be back any minute.” Santi winks.

You roll your eyes and nod. “What happened? Drink it all?”

Santi chuckles and grabs you a bottle out of the cooler, opening it for you. “Just getting low is all.”

You hum softly and look around at the back of the house. “House looks good, guys.”

“You wanna see the inside?” Frankie asks.

You nod eagerly and follow Frankie inside as Santi starts up the grill. As he leads you throughout the house, you look at the pictures hanging up and can’t help but smile. There are many of their families but there’s also pictures of their team. Or you suppose their second family.

You stop to look at one photo sitting above the mantle in the living room. It’s familiar and brings back a sense of nostalgia. It’s a photo of you and Benny and Will. But you and Benny are passed out on the couch, longways with you on top of him. Or at least you’re passed out. Will is giving Benny what you’re pretty sure is a wet willy and Benny is smirking and flipping off the camera while his other arm remains around you. You’re completely oblivious to their tomfoolery and comfy in Benny’s arms. You have the same photo, which is now still packed away in some boxes that you’ve been too busy to unpack.

You had grown up with Benny and Will, having been their neighbors since childhood. Your moms were friends and had always wanted the two of you to end up together. But he joined the army and left you behind. It had put a bit of a strain on your friendship for a bit. Until he came back. It was always as if no time had passed every time he came home. Eventually he introduced you to the guys and they all took a liking to you and became permanently invited to every holiday and gathering. A nice addition to their little family.

“He’s gonna be excited to see you. We haven’t told him.” Frankie smirks.

“He hates surprises.” You chuckle, scratching his scruff. “You need to shave.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Frankie bats your hand away. “And don’t worry. He’ll like this surprise.”

Frankie leads you upstairs to show you the guest bedrooms. As you walk into one of the bedrooms, you hear Benny’s low booming voice outside and you peek out the window, down into the backyard.

He’s wearing his signature backwards green baseball cap, an open blue flannel with a white tee underneath, and well fitting jeans. Your chest tightens at the sight of him just as it always has. He turns up the radio of his truck and starts singing to his brother playfully. Will tosses a lawn chair over to him, cracking up. You can’t help but smile.

“Come on, coriño.” Frankie nods for you to follow him.

He leaves the room but you watch Benny for another moment, smiling to yourself. Unfortunately, the nerves still flutter about in your stomach. You’d not seen the man in two years. He looked the same mostly, but a little buffer, like he’d spent more time in the gym. You suppose he had to for his MMA stuff. Santi had told you he was a massive talent in Florida, traveling around the state doing it.

You turn to go back down outside and find Frankie in the kitchen grabbing more stuff to grill.

“You’re sure he’s going to want to see me?” You ask, softly before opening the back door.

“Trust me, he’s gonna shit himself.” Frankie teases.

“That’s not always a good thing, you know.” You sigh, making the older man laugh before you open the door and head out.

“Hey Frankie tell your husband-” Benny starts but stops when he sees that it’s you coming outside instead of Frankie.

He stops dead in his tracks, his lips parted with confusion. He murmurs your name and you slowly walk down the back porch steps toward the group which has all of a sudden gotten real quiet. Santi and Will both grin like dummies.

“You- you’re home?” Benny asks in disbelief.

I nod. “I’m home.”

As if time starts back up, he rushes to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and picking you up, spinning you around. His nose is buried in your neck and you can’t help but smile as your arms wrap around his neck.

He sets you back down but his arms don’t leave your body. “God, look at you.”

Your insides go warm as you glance around at the guys who all look like they’re about to combust from not teasing. “Me? Look at you. You got huge.”

You squeeze his biceps in a teasing manner, looking up into piercing blue eyes that you used to be able to get lost in. God, you missed him so much.

As if he can read your mind, he pulls you into another hug. He’s still your best friend.

“Two fuckin’ years, darlin’.” Benny shakes his head.

“I know… I know. I’m home, though.” You cup his face, scratching at the growing scruff.

He leans into your touch, covering your hand with his own bigger hand, as if he’s afraid to let you go.

“Jesus… this dress…” Benny smirks, pulling back so he can look you up and down.

You go warm in the face. “You like it?”

“Love it.” He hums. “Always loved this color on ya.”

“I know.” You smirk up at him, running your hands down to his chest.

“Yeah yeah, okay you guys can mack faces later.” Will pulls you away into a hug.

Benny starts to protest as Will smirks.

“It’s good to see you too, Will.” You laugh softly and then pull away.

Benny immediately pulls you back into his side. As if it’s exactly where you belong.

“I had no idea you were coming either.” Will grabs a beer and pops it open.

“That’s because you’re terrible at secrets, hermano.” Santi laughs, wrapping an arm around Frankie’s waist.

It’s true. Will can’t keep a secret to save his life.

Benny leads you away from the guys and pulls the tailgate down on his truck. Before you can jump up to sit, Benny’s hands find your waist and give you a lift, making your dress scrunch up a bit. He leans against the tailgate on his forearm. His elbow rubs against your thigh and you go warm in the face. You take a drink, hoping that if he points it out, you can blame it on the alcohol or at least the fire.

When you look at him, his gaze is on your bare thigh and you playfully slug him.

“Hey. Eyes up here, Benjamin Miller.” You tease.

“Easier said than done.” He mutters and you laugh.

It takes no time to get back into the swing of how things have always been with the two of you. Flirty and friendly.

“I’ve really missed you, you know.” He turns to lean on both elbows, facing toward you as he rests his drink on the tailgate.

You smile and take his hat. “I know. I missed you too.”

He tries to take the hat back but you pull it behind you so that when he reaches for it, you run your hands through his hair.

“Your hair is longer.” You notice.

He hums softly, closing his eyes as he leans into your touch. “Can’t decide if I should keep it or cut it.”

“I like it this way.” You murmur.

He opens his eyes and you’re met with ocean eyes as he leans his hands on both sides of your body on the tailgate. Your thighs spread automatically as he makes himself comfy between them.

“Yeah?” He smirks.

“Yeah.” You grin, glancing down at his lips.

His own eyes make their way to your lips and you tilt your head, wondering if this would be the moment he finally kisses you. The warmth of the fire and the soft country music surrounds the two of you comfortably and you rest your forehead against his.

“Come home with me tonight…” He murmurs, nudging your nose with his own as his finger traces a lazy pattern on your thigh.

“Yeah, okay.” You nod.

You nearly beg him to take you up to one of the guest rooms, but you figure that would be impolite to Frankie and Santi.

All of a sudden, you’re snapped out of the moment with Benny as Frankie calls over to you guys.

“Food’s ready!”

Benny sighs, clearly annoyed but smiles at you regardless and calls back over to Frankie as he takes the hat and puts it back on, backwards. “Okay, thanks!”

You smile up at him and start to hop off the tailgate but he stops you.

“Let me help ya, darlin’.” He smirks, his hands finding your waist to help you down.

“You don’t have to-” You go warm in the face again at the pet name and his hands on you.

The urge to grab him and pull him into the truck so you can have your way with each other is too strong right now. The guys be damned.

“Can’t seem to keep my hands to myself…” He murmurs, his hand finding your lower back as he guides you over to where the guys are sitting down to eat.

“I’m not complaining.” You murmur to him.

He grins to himself at the same time that you grin to yourself. You sit between Benny and Frankie as you all eat, Benny’s arm never leaving the back of your chair.

They all end up asking you a million questions about Rio, your job there, and if you’re excited for your new job at the high school in town, teaching Spanish.

“If you ever need pointers, just ask me and Fish.” Santi teases.

You laugh and then start speaking in Spanish to each other. Benny’s eyes can’t seem to leave you, which is noticed by everyone. Even you. You lean into him like it’s just the most natural thing in the world. It truly feels like no time has passed at all.

They start catching you up on their lives. Frankie and Santi are about to go on vacation to the Maldives. Will’s dating one of your soon to be coworkers. And Benny’s just been doing his MMA stuff. They tell you about Tom’s incident on a mission gone wrong and how the money they’d been able to get had gone to his family. You had heard from your mom that he had passed but she didn’t know much more than that. “I’m so sorry guys. Are the girls and Molly okay?” You ask, leaning closer into the crook of Benny’s arm.

“They’re doing better. It’s been what, a year?” Will asks Santi.

Santi nods and then the conversation starts to turn brighter when Will says he’s planning on asking his girlfriend to marry him. Everyone gets excited. As you lean forward to squeeze his hand, Benny’s arm slides down to your waist and his hand settles around your ass. You let out a small gasp that only he hears.

“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” He whispers in your ear as the other three start talking amongst themselves.

You nod. “Yes please.”

He grins and then stands up. You follow suit and everyone immediately starts smirking at the two of you.

“I’m gonna make sure she gets home safe.” Benny says and you can see the hope in his eyes that the guys aren’t going to give you guys shit.

But unfortunately, that’s not their style.

“Oh sure.” Frankie smirks knowingly.

“Get her home… so safe.” Santi’s smirk matches his husband’s as he winks.

“Use a condom.” Will just grins and your eyes go wide and your face goes hot.

“Oh Jesus Christ.” Benny says, starting to pull you away from the table.

“Safe sex is no joking matter, Benjamin.” Santi teases.

“Nah, I think we’re gonna go raw.” You roll your eyes. “Thanks for the concern though.”

All three guys burst out laughing at the same time that Benny gives you a proud look, his cheeks pink from being flustered by your choice of words. You and Benny make your way to his truck as the guys all continue to tease you from across the yard. Benny slams the tailgate and then opens the passenger side door for you, flipping them off as he closes the door.

When he gets in, he rolls the windows up and looks at you for a moment, smiling. “Hi.”

“Hey there.” You hold your hand out for his and he looks down at it for a moment before intertwining his fingers with yours.

He brings your hand up to his lips. “Did I tell you how much I missed you?”

You laugh softly as he pulls out of Santi and Frankie’s backyard and onto the street. “I think you did but I don’t mind hearing it again.”

“I missed you so fuckin’ much, darlin’.” He squeezes your hand.

You push the center console up to turn the front seats into one and slide into the middle, next to Benny.

“Better?” You ask as you buckle the middle seatbelt.

His hand falls to your thigh like it absolutely belongs there. “Much. Thank you.”

When the two of you were in high school, and you were out with Will, you’d sit in the middle of the two of them in their truck. Benny’s arm would always be around you, resting on the back of the seat. It was truly no wonder everyone and their mother thought the two of you were together.

“Reminds me of old times.” You rest your head on his shoulder as you wrap your right hand around his bicep as he drives toward his place.

He hums in agreement. “God, I had such a crush on you back then. I’m so dumb for not telling you sooner. Especially since I could’ve been touching you like this the whole time…”

“Well… yeah… but I could’ve also said something.” You laugh.

“I mean… it felt like everyone knew the two of us… belonged to each other, in a way?” He glances at you with a wide grin that makes your chest tighten.

You nod in agreement. “Since day one.”

“Since day one.” He nods. “And until the last day.”

Your breath catches in your throat. It’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to you.

A country song plays on the radio and you’re pretty sure it’s Luke Bryan but you can’t be sure. Benny sings along to it, making your insides warm and you can’t seem to look away.

“What song is this?”

“‘I Don’t Want This Night to End’ by Luke Bryan.” He tells you, smiling while removing his hand from your thigh and putting his arm around you on the back of the seat like he used to.

“Appropriate.” You smile, settling into the crook of his arm comfortably and he continues to practically serenade you.

When you finally get to Benny’s house, the same place he’s lived since he got home permanently, he puts the truck into park on the street in front of the house. He had taken you house hunting with him when he got home from his last tour, wanting your “female perspective”. At the time, you thought maybe he was taking you with him to pop the girlfriend question but it never happened and you tried to move past it.

“Sorry, I’ve been waiting almost 20 years for this.” He says and before you can ask what he means, his hand finds the back of your head and pulls you in to plant his lips against yours. He tastes a bit like beer but it’s not that big of a deal, you’re just happy to have his lips against yours finally.

Butterflies move from your stomach, down south, and then all throughout your body. You unclick your seatbelt, he unclicks his, and you climb into his lap, straddling him. Neither of your lips break apart in the move. He groans against you as his hands travel down to your ass, squeezing perfectly so that you whimper into the kiss.

“Couldn’t wait til we got inside… I’m sorry, babygirl…” He rasps as his lips travel to your neck. “Well… only kinda sorry.”

You laugh breathlessly. “I was about to say… don’t be sorry… I couldn’t wait either.”

He peppers kisses all the way down to your collarbone as he talks. “Wanted to take you up to one of those nice guest rooms at Frankie and Santi’s…”

“The thought crossed my mind.” You hum softly.

“Yeah?” He hums as he continues to suck a mark into the crook of your neck and shoulder.

“Yeah.” You moan, breathlessly, grinding against him so that your dress slides up around your waist a bit.

He groans softly, squeezing you roughly. “Good to know we still share a brain just like we always have.”

It’s true. The two of you have always been so in tune with each other, you could never imagine having this with anyone else.

“Is that brain of yours thinking what I’m thinking?” You ask, nodding toward his house.

“Hell yeah, darlin’.” He brings his lips to yours again but doesn’t make a move to get out. You tilt your head curiously, not sure what he’s thinking right this second.

“What is it?”

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He looks up at you as if you hung the stars and moon yourself.

Heat courses through your veins for him and you lean your forehead against his.

“I mean it, babygirl… you have always been it for me. This is what I’ve been waiting my whole life for.” He cups your face, looking into your eyes. Searching, to make you understand the seriousness of what he’s saying. “I love you. With my entire heart and soul, which belong to you. Always have, always will.”

A lump forms in your throat and you can’t help but crush your lips to his, a soft cry escaping against the kiss.

“Oh darlin’, what-”

“Ugh. Sorry.” You wipe your eyes, trying to not wipe your mascara. “I’ve just… I’ve been waiting for this too… And I feel like we wasted so much time being apart…”

He nods, understanding. “Well… we’re together now… right?”

You grin, nodding, and he wipes a few more stray tears from the corners of your eyes and cheeks, still looking at you like you’re some sort of celestial being he would gladly get down on his hands and knees and worship. The way he’s always looked at you…

“What do you say… we go inside and I can try to make up for lost time?” He offers, his low voice going straight to your warmth.

“Yes please.” You give him a sweet smile and he kisses you again before you climb out of his lap and head up to the house, hand in hand, finally heading toward the future you’ve been waiting your whole life for.

#triple frontier #benny miller #benny miller/reader #ben miller/reader #benny miller x reader #ben miller x reader #triple frontier fic #Make Me Wanna fic

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canadianfangirl-95 · 29 days ago

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Liar, Liar, Hearts on Fire

Paramedic Frankie x f!reader

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Chapter 1 Word Count: 4300+

Chapter 1 -

Light leaking through the window of your bungalow in small town Florida stirs you long before your alarm does. Turning over in your bed, adorned with a fluffy white comforter and light pink sheets, you squint and eye the disheveled sea foam green curtains now failing at their job of allowing you to sleep in on a Saturday. Groaning, you roll over and tuck your head below the covers, hoping the warmth and serenity of sleep will embrace you once again.

Your desire for more rest is suddenly halted by the pressure of a weight jumping onto the bed. The feeling of kneading moves up your leg with the unmistakable tenderness of tiny paws. Pulling the covers down you smirk at your creamy brown cat, he has a distinct dark brown line above its lip that made him too adorable to leave at the animal rescue as you dropped off a donation of cat food all those years ago. His whiskers tickle your nose as he makes himself comfortable on the warm bed now bathing in the morning glow. “Mornin’ Burt.” You hum; he moves to run his silky body under your raised hand. His purrs are music to your ears, and he rolls over to lay beside you. Checking the time on your smart watch, you figure now’s a good enough time as ever to start your day. Once he’s alerted you to the fact that he's ready for food, it won’t be long until his purring turns to screeches of desperation.

Rolling out of bed, you slip on a pair of checkered red and black shorts and fuzzy slippers to head down the hall, stopping to fill up Burt’s food bowl so he doesn’t begin to berate you again. The sound of the food scattering against the porcelain bowl as it pours stirs him from his spot on your bed and he quickly scurries after the sound and starts munching on the dry kibble. The dull lull of the coffee machine soothes your still tired head, but before you can even enjoy the first sip of your coffee, your phone rings. The noise startles you slightly and you glance at it to see your mom’s picture light up the screen. A smile creeping on your face, you tap on the answer and speaker buttons before continuing your mulling about the kitchen with the phone on the counter.

“Hi Mom.” You say sleepily, a yawn pulling at your lips.

Her voice comes through the speaker, “Hi sweetie, I’m not too early, am I?”

“No, no it’s fine. Burt was eager for some breakfast, so he woke me up a while ago.” You say, dismissing her concern.

“You know it’s because of that diet you have him on, he’s hungrier earlier.” She says matter-of-factly.

You let out a huffed laugh and eye the chonky cat on the floor, now satisfied after his breakfast. “I know, but the vet really tore me a new one when we were there for his shots because he was overweight, so we gotta do what we gotta do.” Shrugging, you place a piece of bread into the toaster and turn the dial before moving to the cupboards to grab some peanut butter and a knife from the drawer.

“So, what do you have planned today?” She asks.

Placing your items on the counter you lean against the white marble and fiddle with your fingers, “I was planning on staying home most of the day, but I realized last night that I still need to get Kenzie’s birthday present, so I’ll be at the mall at some point I guess.” Your sister is turning seventeen next week and you had completely neglected to get her a present, only remembering when she started sending you messages about party plans the night before.

“She said if you needed ideas that she is really into Lululemon.”

Rolling your eyes, you reply. “Of course she is, what teenager isn’t into overpriced sweaters.”

She laughs, “Yeah well, you know she’s at that age where they all have to have the best stuff.”

Smiling, you ask, “What are you doing today then?” Perking up when your toast pops up from the toaster. It’s overly hot when you grab it, so you quickly toss it down and mutter a curse under your breath before placing your thumb and index finger in your mouth to soothe the slight pain from the contact.

Her voice comes through the receiver again, “I have lunch with your grandma and then a yoga class this afternoon.”

Smirking, you comment, “Oh is that why you called? To try to convince me to join yoga again?” The knife glides over the piece of bread as you spread the peanut butter from the jar over it.

“I really think you’d like it dear, it’s very energizing.” Her voice laced with a hint of condescension.

You roll your eyes again and reply in a sarcastic tone. “Mom, I told you, I’m not bendy.”

She chuckles with you and sighs, “Well maybe if you were more bendy you wouldn’t be single.”

Your mouth gaps in mock offence, “Mom! Ugh don’t even get into that. I am doing just fine thank you very much.” You punctuate your sentence with a bite of your toast and a smirk at your mother’s continuous intrusion on your love life.

“Alright, I’ll just continue to be the bendy one in the family. Tim will enjoy it.” She comments about your stepfather.

“Ugh, gross. Goodbye mom!” You say with a mouth full of bread and peanut-butter.

She giggles, “See you later, get your sister something nice.” With that she hangs up the phone.

Shaking your head, you pick your phone back up and pull up one of your many dating apps. Her comment didn’t bother you, but it did remind you it has been a while since your last date. During your early 20s, you were a bit of a wild child. Lots of dating and partying, whiskey might’ve just come out of your vein if you had bloodwork done. So, by the time your 30s hit, you were a little worn out and fell into a more domesticated lifestyle of Greys Anatomy and crocheting. Maybe it was time to look for someone to talk to that isn’t related to you in some way or simply a friend from work. Scrolling through the endless photos of men on another dating app you pretended didn’t exist that barely piqued your interest while munching on your toast began to bore you more than you thought it would. Meeting someone the old-fashioned way in person is far more your style. But the times have changed, and you don’t exactly have many opportunities to be a damsel in distress saved by a white knight in this day in age.

Dating in itself didn’t particularly scare you, you enjoy talking with guys and flirting, but the intimacy of it is was what shook you. You had been a little, let’s say, free-spirited when it came to sex in your previous life, but now you’re more cautious. More closed off to giving something so delicate to another man. It’s been a while since the last time you slept with someone, a boyfriend you didn’t have much in common with but could at least make you laugh, but definitely not finish.

Looking down at Burt curled up at your feet, you sigh. “Sorry boy, no new daddy for you today I guess.” Tucking your phone into your shorts pocket you take the last bite of your toast and head back upstairs to get ready for the day.

The mall is bustling, the heat of the day seemingly driving people inside. You’re able to locate one of those scuba sweaters from Lululemon in a bright pink for your sister that you’re sure she’ll love and then head over to the food court to grab a cinnamon roll for the road. The streets are fairly busy when you pull out of the parking lot, not to be unexpected on a Saturday morning, but you’re happy to take it slow and enjoy your snack as you head back home. You are remiss that you forgot your sunglasses at home as the glare of the mid-day sun blasts through your windshield.

Only a few more blocks until home, you’re running through your list of to do’s in your head for when you get home. Dishes, wash some work clothes and actually use the exercise toys you got for Burt, when a sudden CRASH breaks your train of thought and your head slams into the left side of the car. Your car spins and you hold onto the steering wheel for dear life as you wait for it to stop. Teeth gritted together and foot slamming onto the brakes in an attempt to slow it down. Your air bag bursts in front of you and the vehicle collides with another object you can’t see before it finally comes to a halt, glass from the passenger side window scattered throughout the front of the vehicle.

A few blocks away, a group of paramedics are seated on a collection of armchairs and loveseats, waiting for their next call.

“Go fish.” Benny rings out to Will with a smug grin.

“Hm? It’s not my turn.” Frankie states confused, looking down at the cards in his hand and the deck on the table in front of him.

Benny chuckles, “Earth to Frankie, I said Go fish, not Go Fish.”

Frankie looks up to think for a second about the phrasing and then snorts at his confusion, his lips curling into a smile.

Will rolls his eyes and picks up a card, “Not only can I not believe you talked us into playing this game, but I’m also losing terribly at it.”

Benny grins smugly, the scruff on his face twitching with his smile, “Hey, the day shift is boring. Gotta switch it up every once in a while.”

Santi shakes his head and looks down at his cards, “So, how are things going with Maria Fish?” he asks, his eyes flitting up to Frankie seated beside him.

Frankie pulls his lips tight and shrugs, “Good as it can be when you’re getting a divorce. Sign the final bit of paperwork soon and then I guess I’m a free man.” His deep brown eyes scan the cards in front of him.

“You’ve been a free man for almost a year, why you’ve waited this long to even try to date is beyond me.” Santi comments.

“I know, but just didn’t feel right. It’s not like I hate Maria, just didn’t work out. I still have to be civil with her for Nico’s sake.” Frankie comments. His marriage was shaky to begin with before what happened in South America, thinking a baby would fix it, they had Nico. After he got back from his much lengthier trip than he thought he would take, they only bickered and inevitably decided that two happy homes for Nico were better than one miserable home. She had wasted no time after their separation, having recently moved in with a guy she’s been dating for 6 months now. Frankie, however, feels like he is stuck in a time loop until the paperwork is over, spinning his wheels. He has no reason to feel that way, maybe some self-inflicted punishment after what happened to Tom and making Maria scared while he was missing in the jungle. Either way, a real relationship has not been in cards for him this entire time.

Santi finally returned to the US a little over a year ago, and the four of them decided to put their steady hands, and good in a crisis skillset to use by becoming paramedics. Good wages, and they get to feel like they’re helping people again. No one shooting at them while they attempted to save lives was an added bonus.

The phone on the wall suddenly rings and Santi jumps up to grab it, “Garcia here.” He says as he leans against the wall, his foot swinging over to rest on the other.

The rest of them sit and wait as he collects the information from the 911 operator. He confirms the call and hangs up before turning to the group and begins patting his pocket for his phone. “Nice jinx Benny, three car accident on Park not far from here. They want both ambulances. Let’s go.”

With that, all four of them spring into action and head towards their vehicles. Will jumps behind the wheel of one with Benny beside him, and Frankie pulls open the driver’s side of the second with Santi sprinting around to the other side. In an instant, their lights are flashing and the doors to the bay are opening for them to screech out onto the street. Santi is relaying the details of the accident over the walkie talkie to Benny and Will in the other ambulance.

When he’s done, he looks over at his friend in the driver’s seat, leading them towards the scene of the crime. Always calm when he is driving or flying, doesn’t matter what the type of circumstance is, Frankie is always the guy you can count on to get you there safely.

Santi clears his throat and shifts in his seat slightly, “So, do you wanna start coming with us to bars now that you’re allowed to date again? Meet a nice girl.”

Frankie shrugs, “I know I’ve been out of the game for a while but, is that really where you meet nice girls? Shouldn’t I be talking to girls in coffee shops who are reading and have glasses on.” He jokes with a slight smile.

Santi smiles, even Frankie joking about meeting someone was a huge step for him. He’s been so closed off since the separation. “Well,” he continues, “However you meet her, and you will, meet her.” He confirms as he sees his friend’s chest deflate momentarily, “I’m sure she’ll be great, just give it time.” He reaches over and pats Frankies chest which earns him a nod and smirk in his direction.

Pulling up to the intersection, Frankie can see three cars thrown about the area and lots of people stopped to help. There’s one boy in blue trying to redirect traffic as he comes to a stop near two of the cars. Getting out, Santi heads to the officer while Will, Benny and Frankie each jog towards a vehicle to check if there are still drivers in any of them.

Frankie eyes the side of the small red car he approaches, analyzing that it must’ve been hit from the passenger’s side and hopefully the driver isn’t in too bad of condition. He rounds the back and takes a peek into the backseat for other occupants before stopping and leaning down to peer in the window of the driver’s side.

The new figure snaps you back into attention, your car door opens and a man’s voice sounds from outside the vehicle. “Hey, miss, can you unhook your seat belt?”

Nodding, you turn your sore body and unclip the seat belt. It slides across you and back into position. Your hair is disheveled across your face so you can’t see very clearly, and you only let go of the steering wheel a moment before, so you haven’t had a chance to correct yourself out of shock. He continues, “Okay, can you walk? Do you have any pain?”

Clearing your throat, you reply. “I think so, and uh, - just my head.”

“Okay, we’ll get you out of here then and move you over to the ambulance to get checked out.” His voice is strong and confident, and you do your best to nod your head before swinging your legs over to the outside of the car. His hands immediately reach out and grab hold of your arms to help you up. You walk with him as your guide to the ambulance, where he ushers you to take a seat on the edge of the now open back.

Frankie leans down and starts assessing you, “Do you mind if I move your hair so I can check your face for any cuts?”

“Okay.” You choke out, head still spinning.

He brings his hands up to take hold of the parts of hair that have fallen over your forehead and gotten stuck on your eyelashes, pulling them apart and tucking them behind your ears. Only then does mouth fall slightly slack, you’re beautiful. Your skin, your lips, your eyes practically sparkle when you finally look up at him. He feels an overwhelming feeling he hasn’t felt in a long time, and he takes a deep breath.

You look up at the man in front of you, being able to take in more than just his voice and uniform, and he’s handsome. I mean, really handsome. His strong jaw and nose. His chocolate brown eyes and curling hair peeking out from under his uniformed hat. You swallow, suddenly feeling self-conscious as you can’t imagine you look particularly well, considering how much you had been crying while you waited for help, the pain in your head making you practically hysterical for a moment once the car came to a stop.

He stutters, “Um, ok I’m just gonna check you for any cuts. Just keep talking to me alright. What’s your name?”

You swallow deeply, as he takes your arm into his hand and begins turning it over, you give him your name and he repeats it. He finishes checking you over and does a concussion analysis.

“Alright, so no major cuts but I’ll put some Band-Aids on the ones on your arm. Must’ve been from the glass from the passenger side window, and I’m not seeing any signs of a concussion. I know you said your head hurts, but it probably hit the side of the car pretty hard so just take it easy the rest of the day, take some pain meds and if you’re still in a lot of pain then go to the emergency room to get further checked out.” He kneels down in front of you, and you take in the caring look on his face. “Do you have a phone with you, to call a ride?”

“Yeah, yeah it’s um-,” You squeeze your eyes shut as you try to get the words out. “In my purse on the passenger seat.”

He nods and then jogs over to your vehicle, reaching through the driver’s side to grab your bag off the floor. When he returns, he hands you the bag and you smile politely.

“Should I call now or how much longer do I need to stay?” You ask.

He clears his throat, having got distracted slightly by the way your eyes look as they gaze up at him from a lower position. “You can call now, I’ll let the officer know you’re ready to give a statement. He’ll arrange for your car to be towed, if you have a mechanic that you usually go to, they can take it right there. It doesn’t look too bad actually; I’d say you’re lucky.” He does his best to smile and ease your anguish, as well as calm his own nerves. He takes off his blood-stained gloves and becomes increasingly aware of the moisture that has built up inside them. He’s never had sweaty palms while assisting a patient before and he nervously rubs them on his thighs.

His movement only brings your attention to how thick his thighs are and how much the material has to stretch on them. Blinking a couple times to help yourself focus, you reach into your purse and grab your phone. After hitting dial, Frankie walks away and heads to the officer.

The phone rings as you wait patiently, “Hey sis.” Comes through the receiver you have pressed up against your ear.

“Hey Carlos, um, listen I’m fine, but I was in an accident. I need you to come and pick me up. Can’t drive my car.”

“Shit, what happened? Is everything alright?” His voice is laced with concern.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, really. I just need you to take me home.”

“Okay, text me the address and I’ll leave right away.”

Nodding, you reply, “Okay thanks, love you.”

“Love you too.”

Frankie stills, wishing he had stayed with the officer a tad bit longer, having heard the end of your conversation. He finds himself hoping that was your mom or someone like that, anything but a boyfriend or husband. “All good?” he asks.

Looking back up at him you nod, “Yeah, I have someone coming.” You finish sending the text and place your phone back in your purse.

“Good, good. I’ll just uh, take care of those little cuts so you don’t get any blood on you.” He leans past you into the ambulance to reach for his first aid bag. The smell of him engrosses you and makes your head somehow dizzier than it was. His broad shoulders fill up the space beside you as he pulls at his bag to find what he wants.

He stands back up straight and applies the Band-Aids to the few cuts on your arm, as well as hands you an ice pack. Tossing the wrappings in the bag beside you and smiles. You look up at him with yearning, he’s so handsome, why are you entranced by him. It must be the head injury making you confused, you raise the ice pack to the side of your head that is aching. Before either of you can speak, the officer approaches and introduces himself, asking if you can explain what happened.

Frankie begins to step back, “I’ll give you some space.” He turns and walks over to Santi who is closing up the back doors on Will and Bennys ambulance before giving it a few pats on the back. The vehicle immediately taking off.

Santi nods at Frankie, “Driver that caused the accident may have some broken bones, they’re taking him the hospital. The driver in the black sedan was just bumped by the red car. They’re fine and their vehicle is as well, so they’re gonna head out. That red one need a tow?” he asks, gesturing to your vehicle.

Frankie nods and rubs the back of his neck, “Yeah, she has someone coming to pick her up.”

Noticing the way his friend shifts on his feet and distractingly keeps looking back at you, he prods. “You good?”

He looks back at Santi and realizes his mental absence, “Yeah, yeah fine.” He looks back at you once more, hypocritical to what he just said.

Santi smirks and crosses his arms across his chest, “What’s up with that girl?” he asks, nodding over to you, still speaking with the officer.

Frankie lets out a huff and steps closer, “I don’t know man. Never felt like this while treating someone. She’s beautiful, just look at her.” They both look back again as you try your best to smile at the officer.

“She’s a looker. You gonna ask her out or something?” He asks joyfully.

Shrugging, Frankie says. “I don’t know. It’s not exactly appropriate to ask out a patient, is it?” He shoves his nervous hands into his pockets to try to wipe some of the moisture that has built up again.

“Honestly, didn’t read the HR manual.” Santi shrugs with a sly grin.

Frankie lets a deep breath out his nose and slowly makes his way back to the ambulance. He nods at the attending officer as he thanks you for your time and leaves. “How’s that head of yours?” he asks with kind eyes, trying to come off as considerate and not creepy.

Slowly lowering the ice pack you bear a smile, “Not bad, I think some ice and rest will help.”

He nods, “That’s good, I’m glad. So, uh-,” he begins nervously before a sleek black car pulls up to the scene and draws his attention.

You look over his shoulder and notice the car, your brother practically hanging out the window as he calls your name to tell you he’s here.

“Oh, that’s my ride. Am I okay to leave?” you ask nervously, shifting your bag onto your shoulder. A slight pain from the movement makes you twitch your neck uncomfortably.

Looking back at the man in the car and back again at yourself, Frankie feels his chest deflate. “Yes, feel better.”

Pulling an awkward smile you nod, “Thanks.” Standing from the edge of the ambulance, you raise the ice back to your head. A few steps by him and you feel this pull, behind your belly button. It draws you back and you turn to look at him again, “Hey.” You say, and his head snaps up. His sweet brown eyes washing over you and sending chills down your spine. “Thanks for saving me.”

Frankie looks down bashfully, and then meets your eyes. “You’re welcome.” His smile is sheepish, he still isn’t used to the hero treatment. He used to correct people, saying it was only his job and anyone else would had done the same, but they seem to enjoy thanking him and it makes them feel a bit better. He finally stopped turning down their acknowledgements and flowers when he realized it wasn’t going to be stopping anytime soon.

A lop-sided smile creeps on your face as you turn and head to the car. Climbing in the passenger side, your brother reaches over and hugs you tightly, before pulling away from the scene.

Frankie heads back to the ambulance and starts collecting his things. Santi appears beside him, a somber look on his face, “That was a boyfriend I presume?”

Shrugging, he replies, “I guess so.” His head still down as his hands work on muscle memory alone, his mind somewhere else entirely.

“Don’t sweat it man, it’ll happen.” Santi says, patting his friend on the back before rounding the ambulance and hopping back in.

Chapter 2

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