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i-am-the-ass-admiral · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Triple Frontier (2019) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Santiago "Pope" Garcia/William "Ironhead" Miller Characters: William "Ironhead" Miller, Santiago "Pope" Garcia Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Idiots in Love, Pillow Talk, Slice of Life, Vulnerable Santiago, Clever Will, Tenderness, Kisses, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sort Of, Mild Language Series: Part 12 of flufftober2021 Summary:

pope tells will a secret, in his own weird oblique way

@flufftober2021 day 13: pillow talk

They’ve been laying in bed for a while now. Both of them awake, listening to the rain outside and idly going over the plan for the day. Meant to go for a walk but not with the way Pope’s knees hurt. Something nice and easy—Santiago had suggested a drive and now Ironhead is scrolling through his phone for a destination.

Leaving Pope alone with his thoughts and the rain.

Never a good combination when Will’s around—even after so many years being vulnerable like that is still frightening. But there’s something pushing at the back of Pope’s throat, asking to come out, and eventually it just spills out as he asks, quite apropos of nothing,

“Do you ever wonder what…life…would be like? If we hadn’t done what we did?”

Will is silent a moment and Santiago keeps his eyes on the ceiling. But he feels Will drop his phone and roll to his side and sure enough, one long comforting arm creeps across his chest. The familiar weight and warmth eases the tight knot in Pope’s chest for now, like maybe he won’t regret asking later.

“Joined up, you mean?” Will asks.

Santiago scoffs darkly. That’s a nice way to put it but, “Yeah. Like…what if we’d just been civilians? Had a different story or an alternate ending or whatever?”

He feels Will’s shrug. “I don’t know, I haven’t thought about it in a long time. It just…didn’t seem like it was for me. Story’s still goin’, why change it when you don’t know how it ends?”

“Really?” he asks, voice tighter and more defensive than he means for it to be. “You never wanted a house in the suburbs? Cute wife, two-point-five kids and a white picket fence?”

Will’s chuckles, his stomach pressing into Santiago’s side. “Not in a long time, no.”

“But you did,” Pope presses. “Once upon a time.”

Will sighs. “Where you goin’ with this, Pope?”

Santiago sighs right back, playing his fingers up and down Will’s arm aimlessly. In fact, the motion is a lot like this conversation: totally aimless. Might as well say as much.

“I don’t know, man. Just late night mind runnin’ away with me, I guess.”

He doesn’t see the suspicious squint but he knows Will and he knows it’s there. He just can’t bring himself to look away from the safety of the ceiling to meet Ironhead’s icy eyes in the dim morning light. Silence slips over them for a while but Santiago can feel its expectant undertone. It pulls and pulls and pulls at him until the truth comes spilling out. Just like it always does with Ironhead.

“I—had a dream,” he tries. “Best dream I’ve had in years.”

That piques Will’s interest, he can feel it in the way the man tenses against him. Santiago’s dreams are never good. Ever. Death and gore and demons both real and imagined. Horrors replaying from memory or rewriting themselves into something new—whatever the case, not even his best dreams were never good. He hadn’t actually shared a dream with Ironhead in, fuck it must’ve been years now. Too worried about worrying Will. But this one…

“I had a bakery,” he murmurs, petting the back of Will’s fingers absently. “Actually sold edible stuff.” Not like some dreams in the past where he’d served up body parts on platters. “I was…making fuckin’ cupcakes or something—” Will huffs a laugh and Santiago smiles tentatively. “—you were there. Sittin’ in the sunlight at the bar sipping some coffee. You looked…” Amazing, happy, content, “Peaceful.”

It’s only half a lie—it hadn’t been a real dream, but definitely a daydream. One he’s been dragging after him like a useless limb for decades. Can’t forget it and can’t let it go. He’s just never told Will about it before. For a moment, Will doesn’t say anything and honestly, Santiago is happy to let it go. No use in dragging out the what-ifs and could’ve-beens any longer but Will, goddamn it, is too clever to let it go.

“Did you wanna be a baker back in the day?”

Santiago sighs. “Yeah. Always thought I’d be pretty good at it—”

“You are an amazing cook.”

“—thanks—but Pop never figured there’d be any money in it.” He swallows down a bitter feeling and recalls what his father had actually said. “‘Always money in killin’ people.’”

Will just hums and the sound reverberates somewhere beneath Santiago’s heart. Pope lets out a long breath, as if the admission lifted some invisible weight from his shoulders. Then Will shuffles out of his grip. Props himself up on his elbows so he can look down at Santiago—and god doesn’t he look gorgeous.

“You still want it,” Will murmurs.

“Uh…” Santiago blinks, caught off guard at being made so easily. “I mean yeah, kinda? It just seems beyond me at this point. Couldn’t get around a kitchen quick enough these days.”

Will fixes him with a look Pope doesn’t understand. Almost like a sizing up, picking Santiago apart and running numbers behind his eyes at the same time. What he says next leaves Pope breathless.

“We can, if you want to. I know a guy that could help.”

Pope stares, gobsmacked for a long second or two and it’s in that time that he knows—Will sees everything. How badly a younger naive version of him wanted that sweet, sedate life. How badly he still wants it.

“I—”

He doesn’t even know what to say. It’s as terrifying to say yes and it is to say no, but of course Will would offer. Santiago swallows hard around a feeling, hot and tender and something like love but so much more. Will, impatient Will, smiles indulgently. Brushes a curl off Pope’s forehead before leaning down for a slow saccharine kiss.

“You don’t have to decide now,” he murmurs against Pope’s lips. “But just think about it.”

Pope nods breathlessly as Will kisses him one more time, sound and firm and decisive, before he pats Santiago’s legs and pulls him out of bed.

“I always wanted to be a firefighter.”

A sappy stupid grin breaks over Santiago’s face—Will didn’t leave him alone in it; he shared. That’s the end of it for now but Pope keeps wandering back to it on their drive. Through lunch and dinner and several days after. Maybe, just maybe, someday he’ll take Will up on that offer.

Only time would tell.

#flufftober2021 #santiago pope garcia #william ironhead miller #santiago pope garcia/william ironhead miller #ironpope #well here we are again

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copperdead · 3 years

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A Triple Frontier fic

Pairing: Santiago “Pope” Garcia/William “Ironhead” Miller Tags: Royalty AU, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort Word count: ~7,5k Rated T Summary: Three and a half years have passed since Will was crowned. Just as much since Santiago left, and six months since he came back. Six months since Redfly almost died and the kingdom became rich.

A story of King William Ironhead and his Commander of the Royal Guard.

#triple frontier fanfiction #santiago pope garcia/william ironhead miller #ironpope #santiago pope garcia #william ironhead miller #my writing

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natowe · 4 years

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For the whole five minutes too, because Ironhead (…) comes to the edge of Santiago’s bed with two beers and one of the maps as soon as he’s pulled on a t-shirt. And because he’s a weak, weak man, Santiago makes space for him and reaches for the offered can bottle. - We were warriors by copper_head [X]

For the amazing @copperdead - happy birthday once again! If you watched and liked Triple Frontier (2019) you have to read her ff, like really you gotta.

IG: nat.owe || T: natnatowe || pillowfort: natowe (I do commissions!)

#triple frontier #ironpope #santiago pope garcia #william ironhead miller #pope ironhead #this fic is everything!!!#the slowest slow burn #it was fun to draw oscar isaac #not so much fun drawing charlie hunnam #i love him but his face is h a r d to draw #fan art #art #mlm #2020 #nat art #natart

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alwaysbethewest · 2 years

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"Ohhhhh, you're in for it now asshole."

Ahhh, thank you @waywaychuck! I made it ironpope just for you. 🥰

"Ohhhhh, you're in for it now, asshole.”

“That’s a dollar in the swear jar,” Fish calls out, which Pope privately thinks is bullshit; there’s no way his kid can hear well enough through her layers of knit cap and snowsuit to pick up any bad language today.

Fish gets a snowball to the face for his trouble, accompanied by Benny’s cackling laughter and a delighted giggle from the baby.

The distraction is so effective Santiago wonders later if they’d all planned the ambush in advance (you’re paranoid, Will tells him with an affectionate eye roll, but still, he wonders). One second he’s upright and scanning the field around him, and the next moment he’s on his belly in the snow, all of Will’s body weight crushing him down from behind.

“What did you say I’m in for, motherfucker?” Will taunts, rumbling and amused and right there in his ear.

Pope’s brain goes a little fuzzy, enjoying the contact too much, and he’s not sure he’s really lost this game after all.

#my fic #asks #waywaychuck #baby's first ironpope #what even was that formatting #five sentence fic

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romanarose · 1 month

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Hungry Hearts

Santiago Garcia x fem!reader x William Miller

Masterlist : Tripe Frontier Masterist

Summary: You and Santi invite Will into your marital bed.

Warnings: PIV sex, blowjobs, oral, anal, anal fingering, ass to mouth, dom!Santi dom!Will, double penetration, aftercare <3

A/N: This is a commission for my dear @charethcutestory02 !!! Im so sorry it took 5ever bc writers block! But theres 900 extra words bc I was possesed halfway through lmfaoooo.

A/N 2: Can take place in the Awakening Universe. This is TF orgy series with FIshBen, IronPope, and reader getting railed by all 4 guys. Can take place after Caffeine (the ironpope chapter). IM TRYING O GET THE LAST CHAPTER OUT OKAY ITS HARD WRITNG 5 BODIES AND THEY ARE ALL BISEXUAL

Everything was a blur at this point, nothing but pleasure between your legs.

Santiago and Will were knelt at the end of the bed, your legs spread and slung over either of their shoulders as they licked into you, tongues intertwining, sloppy and wet. The focus was on you, bringing you to orgasm again and again until you were sobbing, but the pair never missed an opportunity to kiss each other if they could help it. Right now, Will was sucking your pussy lips and clit, stimulating you while Santi tongue-fucked your asshole. Everything was building, on the verge of another orgasm, the third of the night so far just on their mouths and fingers.

“Wi- Will… WILL!” You entangle your fingers in his hair, tugging on the soft blonde tufts, pulling him closer into you as your orgasm crested, sweat prickling at your hairline as your breathing becomes ragged. Their mouths and fingers don’t stop, Santi’s digits squeeze deeply into the flesh of your thighs. It all stills over, cuming on their face and riding out your orgasm by bucking against them.

You let go of Will’s hair, falling back onto the bed with a final sigh, feeling blissed out, but as the orgasm faded away you rub your legs together.

You can hear Santiago chuckle. “I think your wife is still feeling awfully needy, Will…” He caresses your thigh, kissing your stomach as he makes his way around your body.

Santi appears from between your legs, popping his head up and over the bed with a big dopey smile on his face that glistened with your slick.

“Don’t I know it, little minx is just insatiable.” Santi kissed your puffy, wet pussy, making your sensitive body shudder. “That’s why you’re here, I can’t keep her satisfied all by myself.”

Well, that wasn’t true. You were constantly horny, but Santi did a great job of satisfying you. Will was here because you were a whore and Santi’s wanted to fuck his friend for 2 decades. Santiago wouldn’t be getting filled tonight, no, he just wanted to explore, and explore he is.

Will’s body laid sculpted next to you, built like a Greek god, beautiful and strong. He reminded you of Apollo. He pulled you close, kissing you tenderly as Santiago stood up, taking his cock in his fist tapping the tip of it on your clit.

“Keep kissing her, Will…” Santiago spoke, sliding the tip up and down your slick folds. “Keep touching my wife’s pretty body for me…”

You whimper into Will’s mouth, relishing his taste, his sweet kisses, his masculine presence. You could still taste your cum when you swiped over his lips.

Santiago was your husband, your rock, your best friend, your everything. Nothing could compare to what you felt for him, and the way he treated you was remarkable. Never in your life had you met someone who fucked you so thuroughly and held you so gently. He was dominant, but not in the way that he controlled you. Rather, it was how he controlled things for you.

Santi orders your food not because he was making choices on what or how much you should eat, but that he knew what you liked.

Santi holds the door, not because you can’t, but that he doesn’t want you to bother.

When Santi walks on a sidewalk with him, he doesn’t walk on the side closest to the road it’s not because he doesn’t think you can handle yourself, it’s because he values your safety above his.

And when he thrusts into you like he is now, when he slams his cock inside you for the first time today, when he pounds you relentlessly, hips slamming so hard you wake up bruised, it’s not because he’s angry or wants to hurt you. It’s because he knows you can take it. It’s because he knows you want it.

“S-Santi…” You pant, hand desperately trying to find purchase, stability, something to hold onto, landing on Will’s sticky back. As Santiago fucked you, Will sucked and pawed at your tits. Will was a tit man, through and through. Ever the giver, he played with your clit, rubbing you in time to Santiago’s tempo and making each thrust a burst of delight.

“Come for me, princess. Come on your handsome husband’s cock…” Will took a nipple in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. Hol y fuck, his mouth.

“I– I dunno if I can …” you pant, breathless and sweaty. “I’ve cum so many times…”

“Aht, aht, aht,” Santiago slaps your thigh hard enough to make you yelp. “Little slut rubbing her legs together, begging to get fill, now she can’t take it? Mm mm mm… what are we gonna do with her, Will?” He muses.

Will let go of your breast, giving one more lick over the hardened peak. “I think, since she wants cock so much, we should give her more…”

“You want that, baby?” Santiago asks, a little bit mocking but also double checking if you were still okay being shared. “Wanna get your tight little holes stuffed?”

“Yes” You choke out a sob. “Yes, pleasepleaseplease-” You begging is cut off, Will grabbing your face and pulling you into a searing kiss.

“Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, princess.”

Santi pulls out of you, and before you have a chance to say anything, Will’s strong arm wraps around you, pulling you with him as he rolls onto his back. Suddenly you were lying on top of Will's broad, firm body. He was all muscle, but to you it felt like home.

Will notched himself at your entrance, his cock thick and long and intimidating. “Take my cock, baby. You’re such a slut for it, you take it.”

Whimpering, tears of pleasure burning behind your eyes, you sink yourself down on him, the stretch incredible even after Santi. Apparently, you were taking too long. Santi kneels behind you, hands on your hips, pulling you down but still gentle.

“Theeeeere you go, pretty girl… Just like that… take his dick inside you… so good… so good.”

Will moans in your ear, echoing Santi. “So good…”

One of Santi’s hands moved from your hip to Will’s thigh, caressing the man, giving him a squeeze. “Take his dick, baby… there you go, oooh so good.”

With Will fully stuffed inside you, you didn’t think it was possible to feel more full, until Santi put two fingers inside your ass.

“Ooooh…” You sigh out, going nearly limp on Will’s body. Santi had scissored you open pretty well while he and Will were going down on you, and you knew he was going to put his dick in your ass but was just making sure you were open and wet enough with lube. Still, you were growing impatient. You needed to be fucked, now.

“Santi…” You cry. “Please, I can take it…” But Santiago gives you a light swat.

“Behave, baby.”

But you didn’t want to. You wanted to be fucked, you wanted to be filled, you wanted to be so full of dick you couldn’t see straight. You wanted to be ravaged until you passed out. So you begin moving your body up and down Will’s dick.

SMACK!

Santi’s hand cracks down on your ass, making you cry in pain.

Will clapped both of his hands over your ass, stinging even more. “I think he told you to behave, princess? Didn’t he?” His voice was low and deep in your ear, dripping like honey. “You need to behave.” Will grips your hips, keeping you still.

Leaning over, Santi licked a stripe from your pussy to your asshole. “I think she’s ready, Ironhead.”

You were, oh god you were… Santiago slides inside your asshole with ease, the lube and his thorough work opening you up making it not painful. It was, however, a stretch, stuffing you full of big cocks in both holes. All that existed was Santi or Will, nothing more, nothing less. Santi began slowly, groaning out loud as he fucked into your tight hole, stretching you over and over again as he folded over your body. You cling to Will for stability, Santi sandwiching you between your husband and your lover as they fucked inside you.

“So… fucking… tight…” Santi grunted in your ear between thrusts, his breath hot against your burning skin as he slap, slap, slapped his hips against yours. Will was slow and steady, a contrast to the quick and erratic of Santiago, a perfect semblance of their individual natures. Santi’s chest, bare and soft, pressed against your back, his face over your shoulder and kissing your cheek as Will explored your mouth. Lips and skin and mouths and spit blurred together, and Santi and Will’s mouths intertwined. For 20 years they longed for each other, desired each other's taste and feel but could never explore.

You were loved, you were adored, and you were in ecstasy watching your husband kiss his friend. Likewise, you’d secretly desired Will. Nothing could lessen your love for Santi, nothing in the entire world could do that, but Santi wasn’t the jealous sort. He liked having the hot wife. The sexual tension and desire between the three of you had been palpable, bursting in the bedroom together when it all culminated, unable to be held back anymore. There was no one Santi trusted with you more than Will, and no one you trusted more with Santi. His safety was your priority too.

“Santi… love you…” You whimper and whine, reaching back to find his hand. He gave you a squeeze, reassuring you.

“Such a good girl, bebita…” Santi licks a strip up your neck.

Will locks eyes with Santiago, reaching up to grab his face and turn him to himself. “Can you feel me, Pope?” Will thrusts with extra power to deliver his point home. “Can you feel my cock stretching your wife open?” Only a thin layer of skin separated them, and they could feel each other move inside you. You shutter at the thought, the idea that their cocks were stimulating each other they did you.

Santi kisses your sweaty face, gently rubbing your shoulder so you never feel forgotten. His quiet reassurance as he spoke to his captain.

“I can feel every goddamn vein in your dick” Thrust. “I can feel every time your cock kisses her womb” Thrust. “And I can fucking smell ho wet this sweet little whore is for us.”

Will moans into Santi’s mouth, and you can feel him throb inside you and fuck, you’re just about ready to cum when-

“Up.” Will smacks Santi’s ass and yours, making both of you roll off him. Santi never lets up touching you, his hands groping your tits, stomach, ass, thighs, all while his hungry fights to have any part of you inside it. Will chuckles at the sight. “Seems like your husband has a bit of an oral fixation” Did he ever. “I think we can help that. You ready to listen, princess?”

You were, for Will, you’d be so good, so fucking good. “Y-yeah, I will-”

Kneeling at the bed, he stroked his cock, slow and tantalizing. “Say, ‘yes captain’”

As Santi suckles on your breast, rubbing circles around your clit, you watch Will jack off, powerful and imposing before you. Your eyes roll back into your head, cumming hard, your cunt pulsing around nothing but the ghost of dicks past. You moan your reply, “Yes… captain…”

When you come down from your high, you’re manhandled into place, Santi moving you per Will’s instructions towards the edge on the bed, on your stomach. Santi re-entered you from behind, his warm body covering you when you shiver. Will stood in front of you both touching himself. He was incredible to look at, both you and Santi’s eyes on him despite Santi’s mouth on your neck.

6’2, firm, toned muscles but nothing outrageous. Blue eyes that were out of this world, bluer than the ocean and short, golden hair. His physical appearance was one thing, his kind hearted and caring nature was another, but christ, it’s the way he carried himself. Confident, self-assured, put together, pride in his appearance, his job, his service. Will didn’t stutter or second guess himself, he didn’t feel the need to put anyone down or own a giant, jacked-up, loud ass pick-up truck to make a point. Will was the first of the 5 of them to seek therapy after an ill-fated grocery store trip lead to his fiance walking out. He recognized he was in the wrong and got help, never wanting to put another woman he loved in the situation of having to jump on his back to stop him from killing someone. He was a better man for it, well-adjusted. His patience, his confidence, his big heart and bigger dick made him an excellent lover.

The fact he was hot as hell was a bonus.

Will fucked your mouth, careful not to hurt you but knowing what you can take, he claimed you while Santi fucked fuck behind. This position had Santi getting so fucking deep in your cunt, you didn’t know which way was up. Will caught Santi staring.

“You want a turn, Pope?”

“Fuck yes”

It was difficult from your angle to watch what was happening but there was no way you were missing this, so you strained your neck. Santiago took him like a gay pornstar, Will’s cock sliding down his throat like it was nothing at all. He looked magnificent. Santi next stopped fucking your, throating Will’s throbbing member like he was made for it. Occasionally he gagged, the sound making your pussy clench around him. When he realized how much you like the sound, he didn’t hold back, gagging and moaning and drooling until his spit was dripping onto you.

Will pulled out and thrust back into you, grabbing you hair and fucking your throat like a pussy.

“Fuck yeah, princess, choke on my cock, bet your husband can feel every time you gag.”

Santi confirmed this. “Little pussy clamps down so hard.”

Will alternated between yours and Santi’s mouths. When it was you, he throat fucked you, Santi liking to wrap a hand around your throat, squeezing lightly. It was dominance, it was power, it was showing your place. Your place was being loved by them. When he slid inside Santi, there was the clear reality that yes, Will was in charge, but it was far more mutual. Two men who had saved each other’s lives countless times now bringing each other sexual pleasure, now pleasuring a beautiful woman. It was how it was always meant to be.

Santi is almost there, you can always tell, his heavy balls slapping against you drawing up, his thrusts more erratic and unmeasured. You were going to cum too, and you wanted Will to cum with you both. You wanted it all together.

So when Will left your mouth with a ‘pop’ and fucked into Santi, you twist yourself around to suck his balls. Santi takes the lead on sucking dick so Will didn’t have to move, making it easier for you.

“Oh fuck yeah, princess…. FUCK! You both feel so goddamn good, SHIT!” He bellows about you, Santi’s cock fucking deep inside your body. “Suck my fucking cock and balls, yeah, just like that, gonna cum, gonna fuck’n come in your mouth Santi. You want that? You wanna go run to Frankie and tell him how you swallowed my cum while you filled up your wife?”

Santi nodded, both him and you delirious at the nearing orgasm. He squeezed your throat, fucking you harder and hard as your combined spit droolled all over your wet faces. You cum one final orgasm, mouth letting god of Will’s pulsing balls as he cums in Santi’s throat, collapsing weakly onto the bed. Will growls with his release, fucking him cum into Santi as he sputtering, coughing up the salty white as Will praises you both. Santi cums last, a loud moan filling the now quieting room, wailing out his final release and pounding into you, pressing your face down into the bed. Santi’s last sounds almost echo in the room, hanging there as you lay exhausted on the bed. Fuck, you were satisfied.

Santi’s weight was heavy on you like a weighted blanket, and you grumbled when he got off with a content sigh, falling on his back laughing. It was always a stellar fuck if Santi was laughing.

You mumble something, but don’t even make a real attempt at a request. You’re too tired to even move your dry, stretched lips.

“What’s that, princess?” Will asks, brushing hair out of your face.

Thankfully, Santi responds for you. “The vaseline on the bedside table. Her lips get dry.”

“Ah.” Will grabs up, rubbing a generous amount of your lips as Santi gets up. They both clean you up and help dress your limp body on warm pjs. You have Santi lay down on his stomach, and ask Will to please rub the magnesium oil on his neck and upper back where his spinal scar is. Santi sometimes gets sore after very enthusiastic sessions, while you lay beside your husband, cuddling him. You pull Will in between you both and scratch and massage his scalp, Santi thanking him for helping make this happen.

You all take care of each other.

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i-am-the-ass-admiral · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Triple Frontier (2019) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Santiago "Pope" Garcia/William "Ironhead" Miller, Ben Miller/Francisco "Catfish" Morales Characters: Santiago "Pope" Garcia, William "Ironhead" Miller, Ben Miller (Triple Frontier), Francisco "Catfish" Morales Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Schmoop, Silly, Fluff and Humor, Innuendo, Drinking, Slow Dancing, family traditions, Benny Miller is the Best Drunk, Established Relationship Series: Part 13 of flufftober2021, Part 18 of TF Boys Bin Summary:

will shares a family tradition with santiago

for @flufftober2021 day 14 and 15 prompts: slow dancing and silly traditions

@kesskirata @waywaychuck you might like this

Santiago leans into Ironhead against him, one long warm line in the evening chill. Hell, even the gigantic fucking bonfire the Miller brothers built doesn’t feel as heated as Will and the Jack Daniels in his gut. Santiago all but simmers in the half-smile pulling Will’s lip up as he watches his brother. Awful country music blares from Benny’s beat-up pickup truck and Pope snickers as Baby Miller belts out the lyrics to Shania Twain and swings Fish around the flames in some mockery of a two-step.

“This is Midwest Halloween, huh?” Pope teases. “Just looks like Benny on a Friday if you ask me.”

“Liar,” Will snorts, smiling around a drink. “You’ve seen him on Fridays.”

Pope giggles to himself and shrugs. “Maybe he’s always like this on camping trips?”

Probably not that either; Pope hasn’t been out with Ben on a camping trip but it can’t be much different than that post-mission high. Benny’s many things but quietly Santiago is pleased at how goddamn happy he looks—he can’t even remember the last time he saw either brother smile so much. Pope glances over at Will and finds him staring with a kind of delight in his eye until he ducks his head. Almost abashed at being caught, Will chuckles breathlessly and throws back the rest of his drink.

“He gets worse, watch this.”

Ironhead fishes inside the cooler between them, pulls out a few cans of cheap beer. Pops the top on one for Santiago and passes it over as he staggers to his feet.

“Hey Benny!” Will grins. “Shotgun!”

Before Pope can even blink Will chucks the beer at Benny’s head—Fish has to dodge his terrible drunken aim, cussing up a storm that makes Pope wheeze and double over even though Benny did manage a catch. Kid should’ve played baseball. Each Miller whips out a knife, stab the cans and pop the top and shoot as fast as they can. Benny finishes first—what a champ, Pope grins—and hollers into the night, bending so far back in his victory whoop Santiago’s sure he’s gonna fall right over. Surprisingly enough, he doesn’t, just crushes the can and chest bumps Will so hard Ironhead actually stumbles a step back.

“Bitch! You never beat me!” Benny crows. “Why d’you even try?”

Frankie ducks around the other side of the fire, sneaking up to steal Will’s seat as Ironhead just shakes his head, coming back to Pope with a conspiratorial smile. Santiago can't help returning the grin—until he tries the beer Will handed him and almost spits it out.

"Will, what the fuck is that?!" he sputters, holding the can away from him as it if would bite him next. "That's awful!"

Ironhead chuckles as he takes the drink back. "Milwaukee's Best. Beer of kings."

Santiago gives him a shove. "King of what, exactly? Shit ain't fit for pigs, man!”

“Quit yer bitchin’!” Benny snatches his abandoned beer out of Will’s hand. Tosses his empty can at Pope’s head and almost lands the mark except something even worse comes on the playlist and Baby Miller goes full feral. “Oh shit! Oh fuck yeah!! Will—Will, do the thing! Pope’ll lose his fuckin’ mind!”

Ben all but drags Ironhead from Santiago’s side kicking and screaming—

“Fuck you, Benny!”

—stomps at Will’s boots to get him to move and belts along with the song,

“Saddle up my horse and ride into the citaaay!”

—until Will groans and smirks and falls into step in the chorus, throwing out the filthiest line dance Pope has ever seen. Lose his mind is goddamn right; he can fucking feel his jaw falling open watching Will’s fingers dangle off his belt and point right at his dick. Lord have mercy, both Millers throw a hand up like they’re throwing a lasso at, “Save a horse, ride a cowboy,” and Santiago barely catches Frankie’s breathless curse.

“Son of a bitch…”

Will catches Pope’s eye and Santiago wets his lip. “You fuckin’ said it, Fish.”

The Millers don’t even finish dancing the song—Benny ends up sauntering up to Frankie and draping himself over Fish’s thick thighs.

“Can you take that shit somewhere else?” Santiago groans as Ben pushes Frankie’s hat off his head. Pope snatches it up and smacks at Fish’s hands as they curl around Benny’s ass. “Get the fuck outta here!”

Too late, Fish’s too busy sucking Benny’s tongue to even give a damn. Thankfully Will swoops in, yanks Pope up to his feet and drags him off with a pair of fresh drinks as the songs fades and Benny starts groaning.

Santiago trails laughing after Will until Ironhead rounds the fire. Then the song changes into something slow and saccharine and Will laces his fingers with Pope’s. The heat in his blood morphs into something softer. Santiago’s stomach flutters pleasantly as Will pulls him flush—then Pope’s laughs get decidedly more breathless.

This—this feels like Will’s Midwest roots. He might’ve shed the accent, the boots, most of his old hillbilly ways, but he’s always quietly been a romantic. So much so that Santiago can hardly believe it at times. This…feels like Will. Smooth as Tennessee whiskey. Sweet as strawberry wine. Soft country romance, dancing under the stars. And, perhaps unsurprisingly, that’s exactly what Ironhead does. Will’s large hands guide Santiago’s up around his neck then settle at his waist and slowly Ironhead starts to sway.

“Thanks for comin’ out here,” Will murmurs. “Kinda silly, I know.”

Santiago smiles as he leans back a bit, intent on catching Will’s shy gaze. Those icy eyes catch the firelight and Pope’s stomach flips.

“Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Will leans in nice and close, pressing their foreheads together as they dance. Santiago takes a deep breath, savoring all the feeling rising in the space between them. Smells like damp grass, like smoke and whiskey. Like Will and warmth and belonging.

“Been a long time comin’ huh?” he manages. “Us having something like this?”

“Yeah,” Will whispers, brushing their noses together as he leans closer. “Worth it though.”

#flufftober2021 #triple frontier #ironpope #santiago pope garcia/william ironhead miller #benny miller/francisco catfish morales #well here we are again

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copperdead · 3 years

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Postcard

A Triple Frontier fic

Pairing: Santiago “Pope” Garcia/William “Ironhead” Miller Tags: Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Grief/Mourning, Beach Holidays, Making Out, Fluff, Light Angst Word count: ~3.5k Rated T Summary: A postcard from one warrior to another, unwritten and unsent. Signed, Ironhead. Set after We Were Warriors

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Beautiful cover by @hulia-711

#triple frontier fanfiction #william ironhead miller #santiago pope garcia #santiago pope garcia/william ironhead miller #triple frontier fic #ironpope #my writing

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romanarose · 1 year

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Awakening: Caffeine

Santiago Garcia X fem!Reader X William Miller

Awakening Series masterlist

Summary: You spend some time with just Santi and Will and like after cup of coffee on a sleepy morning, you, Santi and Will feel more awake than ever.

Warnings and content: threesome, piv sex, blowjob, oral f and m receiving, 69, upside down sloppy blowjob, degradation, praise, self slut shaming for realsies, lots of talking and aftercare, Santi being a switch lol, why do I talk about cum so much etc, THIS WASN'T EVEN GONNA BE GAY WHEN I FIRST STARTED THE SERIES BUT I CANT STOP!!! THE BISEXUAL GODS TOOK CONTROL!!! Romance?? brewing??? We'll see. Where are benny and frankie? not talking rn sadly :( dont worry they’re next. you know i love my FishBen

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You never felt safer than in your husband's arms. No matter the dirty things he called you, no matter the impact play, and no matter the vulnerable positions he put your body in with him or his friends, you trusted him completely to protect you, to keep you safe. You could communicate your needs, wants and concerns, and you’d like to think you extended the same courtesy to him. Santiago always protected you, inside and outside of the bedroom, he protected your body and your spirit, and in his arms, you were safe.

Even as you stood naked with Will Miller in front of you, stroking himself as he watched Santi’s hands roam all over you.

“Isn’t she pretty, Will?” Santi spoke into your ear, showing you off. Santi had slowly stripped you naked in front of Will, describing in detail the features of your body as if you were a car he was bragging about. Despite the feminist in you, you loved when Santi objectified you in bed; because it was only ever in bed. In the rest of your life together, he treated you like someone to be worshiped. Right now, however, he treated you as a toy to be played with, and you loved every second.

And now, here you stood as Santi felt you up, playing with your body like it existed solely for his hands to touch, grabbing and squeezing and slapping.

Will, however, looked at you with a reverence, adoration, like he was just blessed to be in your presence. “Fucking beautiful.”

“You wanna touch her, Will? She’ll let you. Dirty little whore just wants to be touched, doesn’t matter by who.” Santi shoves you forward and you stumble the two feet into Will’s strong arms where he catches you. Will’s body is broad and warm, firm against you but comforting. He wraps his arms around you, turning you back to Santi and one arm wrapped tight around your waist, his other hand trailing fingers down your sides.

“No, nooo” Will coo’s, kissing your neck. “She’s just a good girl, she just wants to behave, she just want to make us happy” Less harsh than Santi, he pushes you back into your husbands arms.

“She wants to get filled up, Will. Wants to have us in all her holes, she just wants to cum again, and again, and again.” You were tossed back to Will.

“That’s not true, is it baby?” Will’s words flutter in hot breaths against your ear, the contrast between the two becoming dizzying. “You want to make us happy, you want to be a good wife, good wives get shared.”

You assume you’re in Santi’s grasp now, but you can hardly tell anymore by the way they toss your body like a ball back and forth between them, Santi continuing to call you a myriad of names and groping you, whereas Will praised you and caressed your body; it was dizzying, the back and forth, back and forth, degradation and praise, slaps and soothing touches.

Once again in Will’s hold, he tells your you’re doing so good, how good girls get to cum, how they’ll make sure everything is taken care of as long as you do as you’re told, before you finally land with Santiago again, a strong arm snaking up to hold your throat with his other hand tightly gripped your hands behind your back, prominently displaying your whole chest, primarily your breasts, to Will.

“She’s just a slut, Ironhead, see? She’s wetter than the ocean, it’s fucking dripping down her legs and all we’ve done is toy with her like a little doll.” Santi turned his attention to you, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. “Is that what you are, baby? Our little fuck doll to play with whenever we want? Our little free-use toy?”

You nod frantically, you want to be his doll, you want to be his toy, and you wanted him to share his toys.

“Lucky for Will, I was taught how to share.” Santi looked back to his friend. “Wanna play with her?”

Without so much as a reply, Will was all up on you, his bare chest to yours, keeping you pressed between his and Santiago’s bodies, sandwiched between the two men you loved most on this planet. You adored your husband with everything in you and sex with just him fulfill every need and desire you could have with one person, and sex with all the boys together was hot, adventurous, sexy and loving, but there was something special with Santi and Will together, a chemistry in the air and a magic in the way they worked together. Will’s mouth was breathy, kissing your lips but quickly continuing on to touch all the skin exposed; down the neck, groping and licking and sucking softly against your skin, careful not to leave marks per Santiago’s request. As his arms wrapped around you, his fingers wedged between you and where Santi was pressed up against you, and Santi’s hands slipped between your legs, gathering up the slick before rubbing on your clit teasingly slow, matching his slow kisses on your neck.

You could feel Will’s fingers fidgeting between yours and Santi’s skin, and you held your breath, wondering if, just maybe, something would…

Santi inhaled the smell of your shampoo as he buried his face in your hair. He loved this, he loved you, he loved Wi- he loved his friends, he corrected himself, and he loved sharing you. There was something special about just sharing you with Will, however. Frankie and Ben absolutely showered you in the praise and affection, they were nothing but respectful to you, men he trusted you with completely, but William John Miller worshiped you. He’s seen it in his eyes for years as you got to know his friends, the way Will’s eyes would follow you, then quickly look away for fear of being caught, the shame in his face when he looked to long or at your breasts or ass, the way that Santi could feel him pushing down his desire for you because friends don’t want their friends girlfriend, fiance, wife… Except Santi wanted him to, and seeing Will treat you with the reverence you deserved, the reverence he hoped he too showered you in… well that was as much a turn on as anything.

Feeling Will’s rough hands between your bodies as Santi kissed into you, tasting your skin as Will moved his way back up from your breasts, Will’s fingers, moving, inching…

You feel Will’s hand stray from the small of your back and move to grip Santi’s hip and your breath hitches as Will comes face to face with Santi and for a moment, you wonder what will happen… since when was Will gay? Well, you supposed you could ask that about most of them…

You held your breath, and in the end it was Santi who kissed Will, right in front of where you had turned. Their mouths mouths melded together and when you moan at the sight, both of their attention turns to you, and your are sucked into the flurry of tongues and lips and spit, kissing, licking and sucking with such desperation, that all you could register with a sloppy mess of wet skin; but it didn’t matter whose tongue was in your mouth, whose hands slid between your legs, and whose lips you bit, because they were both your boys, and you were their girl… and they were each others.

Predictably, Will breaks the make out session to drop to his knees before you, hiking one leg over his vast shoulder to give him access, where he watches in awe at how wet you were. “You’re right, Pope,” Will spoke hungrily as he licked his lips. “She’s dripping”

Gripping Will's blonde hair, Santi leaned around you to watch Will get to work, Santi pulled Will’s head to your inner thighs. “Clean her up, then, Ironhead.”

You whimper, watching Will as Santi slowly pulled him up to your folds, cleaning you of your slick before Santiago shoved his head between your legs and Will was able to do what he did best; give you all the pleasure you could take from his mouth. As you begin panting, your right leg begins to weaken from holding all your body weight, and you tremble from the pressure building up in your lower stomach so Santi let go of his control on Will to help hold you up. Will was, as they say, tongue fucking you. Santi was amazing at eating you out, he could make you cum again and again and again, but Will? Will was a pussy eating champ.

“Fuck, FUCK fucking hell, Will” You pant heavily.

Santiago kissed your neck. “You like that, baby? You like when Will suffocats himself between your legs”

“Uh-uh-uhuh” You try to answer, and you know damn well Santi isn’t going to let that go, he really likes you too-

“Use your words, hermosa” Santi’s voice, low in your ear.

“Yes, god yes, fucking love your face in pussy Will.”

“What do you say to Will?”

“T-thank you, Will”

You were getting close, Will devouring you ravenously and Santi’s hands holding you up and playing with your nipples. Then, you feel Will’s hand shift and Santi’s breath hitches, and from the repetitive movement you felt on your skin, you realize Will has begun jerking off Santi from between your legs.

Will comes out and looks at Santi “This okay?”

Santi nods frantically. “Y-es, yes, don’t stop.”

“What do you say?” Will teased his friend.

Santi was unable to correctly form words, the heat of the moment clouding his brain, but he had enough forethought to wrap his hand around you to play with your clit. “Mmmmhm” Was all he could reply.

You continue teasing him, mirroring his previous words back to him. “Use your words, Santiago?”

“Thank you, Will”

Smiling, Will went back to work on you and Sant, Santi sucking into your neck with a fever that you knew signaled he was close, just like you, so you reach back your hand and entangle it in Santiago’s dark curls tugging about, everything growing hot the pressure in your stomach rising, rising, rising-

Will pulls away from you, and wraps his hand tightly at the base of Santi’s cock, effectively stopping both of your orgasms.

“Fuck!” You whine, slumping against your husband.

“God dammit, Ironhead!” Santi shouted, but Will’s wet face only grinned. “That’s what you get for trying to run this show, Pope.”

You grumble. “What did I do?”

Will kisses your puffy pussy, smiling up at you. “I know, princess, you’re being so good. You’re just collateral.” He scoops you up over his shoulder as he stands, making you squeal, and pats your thigh. “Santi, lie down on the bed.” and started walking around the bed with you in tow

Santi considers the path this has taken, and where this might go. He liked what he had with Will, this little power play, and plotted his next move. Go with it, or see how he reacts if he doesn’t? But when Will looked behind him and saw Santi hadn’t obeyed, he raised and eyebrow at him, and Santi promptly scrambled onto the bed.

“Now, you’re gonna make her cum on your face, and then I’ll let you come.”

Santi laughed at that, like a fucking brat. “Oh yeah, how you gonna do that, you gay now too?”

“Relax, Santi” He began to set you on top of him. “This ain’t the first dick I’ve sucked.”

With your legs spread over Santi, you lowered yourself onto Santi’s waiting mouth as Will situated himself over Santi. You brace yourself on Santi’s firm chest as he quickly licks into you, rocking yourself over his face as you lock eyes with Will.

“He feel good, Princess?” Will rubbed Santi’s thighs.

“So good, Will”

He spit into his fist, jerking off Santi (which made Santi’s grip on your hips tighten).“Want to watch me suck off your husband?”

“Yes” you whine “Will, please, wanna see him in your mouth, bet you look so good like that.”

“Oh, I know I do” With that, Will expertly sunk his mouth over Santi’s length, Santi groaning loudly into your dripping cunt.

“Oh FUCK, fuck Will, he likes that, he likes that a lot”

You watch the scene before you, content to sit pretty on Santi’s face and watch Will pleasure him with the same enthusiasm he ate you out with; William Miller, it seems, loved to give pleasure. You knew Santiago was in fucking heaven, happy to lick and suck away, wanting to bring you your orgasm you were denied, and god, it was coming.

“Fuck, Fuck Santi, baby, I’m close, don’t stop, making me feel so- AH!” You shout as you finally cum, pleasure ripping through you in warm waved as you road it out on his face.

Will looked up, still stroking Santi “Good job princess, I told you good girls get to come, keep fucking his face, get it all out, oh look at you, looking for pretty after being denied… Santi, you can-”

But Santi wasn’t ready to give up all his power. One hand he pushed Will down to his balls, and the other pulled you to suck his cock, your pussy doing fuck all to muffle the loud groan from him, nor the cry from his mouth as he came into yours.

When he was finished, you giggle and collapse onto the mattress, propping your legs over Santi. “Boys, that was incredible.”

Santi rubbed your legs. “You good to keep going, baby?”

Will laid down beside you.

You smile, replying “Can we take a breath first?”

“Absolutly, sweetheart” Will brushed the sweaty hair out of your face.

“You guys stay there” Santi got up and went to the living room.

Will teased. “Yes sir”

While Santi braided your hair out of your face, Santi you and Will checked in about what happened. Will and Santi confirming that yes, they were more than okay with being with each other sexually, and you confirming that you were okay sharing both, even though the original intention had been them focusing on you. After water and some fruit snacks, Santi got you situated in your next position; head hanging off the bed as Will fucked your throat and Santi fucked your pussy.

Will marveled at the way your throat opened to him, the way his cock bulged with every thrust. “Jesus christ, baby…”

Santi pounded into you, his thick cock stretching you open. “Isn’t she something? Told you she was a slut for cock”

Gently, Will caressed your cheek. “Maybe you’re right, she’s a good little slut” He pulls out for a moment. “Are you a good little slut, princess?”

Gasping for air, you reply as Will daps your face clean from drool with the towel. “Yes, I’m a good cock slut.”

“I know you are” Will plunges back into you, looking up at a grinning Santi

Santi continues fucking you, hands moving up and down the expanse of your body, smiling back at Will, this all just felt so damn right. You felt completely full, satiated, with Will and Santi’s hands on your body, toying with it, seeing what what the pretties moans, and what combinations made you body jolt, and before you knew it, while Santi played with your clit and Will played with both nipples, you came once again.

“Oh fuck, are you coming princess? Already?” Will watches your limbs shake, pulling out of you and pushing you back a bit on the bed to allow you your orgasm in comfort.

“Just like like that baby, juuuust like that, look at you, coming on my cock, Will’s right, you’re such a good girl, such a fucking g-good girl, FUCK!” Santi’s thrusts became erratic but hard, the slap of skin loud as he unloaded his cum into you. “You’re fucking perfect, hermosa, perfecta chica.”

Santi folded himself onto you, fingers trailing up your sides and over your spread out arms where his hands held yours. “What do you think, got one more in you? Gonna let Will finally feel what it’s like inside you? How tight you squeeze when you cum?”

“Please, please baby, want Will to cum inside me, I need it”

“You heard the lady” Will playfully pushed a smiling Santi aside and settled between your legs, eyeing your puffy pussy dripping with Santi’s cum. “Oh, sweet little thing…” He murmurs, mesmerized by the sight before him. “Can you even take it? Hm? I don’t know if you’re fucked out little hole can take another round…” He was mostly playing with you, but he also genuinely wanted to offer you a chance to back out if needed; he never wanted to hurt you.

“Will please, please Will, I can’t take it, I need to know what you feel like…”

Santi was laid beside you on his stomach nuzzling contently into you sweaty skin and Will was absolutely peaking at his naked ass when Santi spoke up, voice soft. “She ever tell you she has sex dreams about you? Used to hear her moaning your name in her sleep…”

Will leaned over to smack Santi’s asscheek. “You gonna help me make her feel good, Pope?”

Cupping a breast with right hand and kissing the soft skin of your stomach, Santiago affirms. “I’ll always make her feel good.”

“I know you will, baby” The pet name Will spoke to Santi took all of them by surprise, but that was quickly erased by their grins as you moaned, Will stretching you open again. Will wasn’t as big as Santi, but he was impossibly thick.

“Fucking hell, you’re tight” He massages your thighs, relaxing you.

You feel you eyes roll back as he bottoms out and begins fucking you, a steady pace that makes your tits bounce until Santi’s hand and mouth take them sucking and playing with the peaks.

“You dreamed of me, princess?” Will sped up his movements.

“Y-yes, yes Will, wanted you for so long”

“In your dreams, did I fuck you like this?”

“This is better, so much better” You’re panting again, the combination of theirhands and cock making you unable to focus, fuck they felt good together. You wrap your arms around Santiago to stabilize you, and he kisses his way up your chest to your neck

“In your dreams, did I suck your husband's cock?”

Of all the times to cum, this was certainly something. With a death grip on Santi’s sweaty, firm shoulders you came with a start, your body jolting in the grasp of the two men, Santi whispering sweet praises in your ears and Will pinning your hips to the mattress in his large hands as he pulls out of you, marking both your stomach and Santi’s back in his cum. You are two busy riding out your orgasm to think much on it, Santi slipping his fingers inside you to replace Will’s dick to pump out the last bits of your pressure he can get and to scoop up and push his cum back inside you.

After it all subsides, and you register Santi is still telling you how much he loves you, the heat of sex begins to cool down, leaving the damp sheen of sweat and you shiver slightly.

“Oh sweetheart, let me get you cleaned up, then we can rest, okay?” Santi kisses you, and you wonder how he doesn’t find you disgusting, sweaty and full of bodily fluids from yourself, him and another man. Was he really okay with sharing you like this? For the first time, little seeds of doubt spread in your head. Did he think less of you, now that multiple men had been inside you in a variety of ways? Did he mean it when he called you a slut?

You realize you can’t see Will. “Mhm. Where’s Will?”

“I’m right here, princess, got a bath going for you” Will walked in wearing his boxers again.

You smile as you focus on the tall blonde in front of you. Amazing, you think, they somehow know exactly what you need.

Will used a baby wipe that Santi had in the box he had from the group sex and cleaned Santi’s back of his cum, gently kissing Santi’s neck, making the man smile, then picked you up bridal style to carry you into the steamy hot tub, Santi trailing after you, pulling up his sweats.

“I’ll give you guys a minute, make something to drink” Will leaves you two alone as husband and wife.

“How do you feel, princesa?” Santi spoke softly as he began cleaning you.

You smile dopily up at him. “I feel great, sweetheart. But I think Princess is Will’s name for me, now”

“You’re right, you’re right. Guess I’ll have to stick with carino” he kisses your temple. “Muneca” he kisses your neck. “El amor de mi vida” Your nose

You giggle at that. “Somehow, I think you’ll manage”

Taking out your hair tie of one of the two braids, Santi continues. “Are you sure everything is okay? You seemed a little distant after you came down from your last orgasm.”

You make eye contact with him, and know you could leave it, Santi wouldn’t push the subject for now, and you could avoid it, pushing your feelings down and deal with it later, or never… but you trusted Santi, and Santi trusted you to be honest, you couldn’t break his trust any more than he could break yours, the whole thing would fall apart. You could ask him if you could talk later, if you weren’t ready… but you decided to be honest. His face already betrayed that he knew your extended silence was hiding something.

You answer him honestly. “”You don’t actually think I’m a slut, do you?”

Horror spreads across Santi’s face, even as he tries to school his expressions to not create a big reaction. He knew it was important to make sure you felt safe speaking to him, especially because you tended to enjoy rougher sex, but he couldn’t help immediately feelings bad for letting you feel this way, even for a second. Santi wasn’t exactly a hugger; he was touchy, for sure, but not a big hug person. Right now, however, with his eyes wide in horror, he hugged you.

“Oh baby, my sweet girl, no, no absolutely not”

You tear up a little bit, the high of emotions surrounding everything getting you to. “Really, because I’ve just fucked your friends multiple times”

“Well so did I!” Santi says, a slight joke in his tone but sincerity none the less.

You giggle in his arms at that. “Fair point”

Santi pulls back, smiling fondly at you, thumbing away the single tear. “Oh sweetheart, did you do anything today or in all this that you didn’t want to do? Or didn’t love, even? Anything with me sharing you, or me with Ben or Will?” he says with worry.

Shaking your head, you quickly reassure him. “No, Santi, I wanted it all”

His arms were still around you. “Do you want me to stop degrading you in bed? We can stop, around the guys, when it’s just us, all of it. I’ll never call you another name again.”

“No!” You say a little too fast, making Santi smile. “No, sweetie, I like that. It’s just, it’s just been a lot of emotions. A lot has been happening with everyone.”

“I know this has probably been a lot for you too, I know it has for me, discovering new parts of ourselves” He takes your face in his hands. “I know things are changing, right now, everyone's relationships and dynamics and… it’s a lot, but no matter what else happens, know that I am yours and you are mine, and nothing will change that.”

Full content and relaxed, you kiss his perfect nose. “Thank you, baby. I am yours and you are mine”

When Will came back with some iced tea lemonades, he sat on the opposite side of the bath and watched fondly as Santi took care of you.

You had asked Will to stay the night, and after the bath you found yourself cuddled up under the sheets between your boys.

“Are we going to talk about what happened?” You say, referencing not only Will and Santi’s sexual acts, but the clear dynamic change that had been occurring between the three of you.

Will answered. “That can wait until tomorrow”

“You sure we’ll actually talk about it?” Santi countered, a little nervous. “I don’t want us to end up like whatever the fuck is going on with Ben and Fish”

“They didn’t end up like anything” Will defended his brother and his friend. “They’ll figure it out, so will we”

“Yeah” you say, stifled by a yawn. “We’ll figure it out tomorrow” You wrap your arm around Santi, spooning your husband.

Santi curls into you. “Yeah, tomorrow”

“Tomorrow” Will confirms, wrapping his arm around you. “We’ll all figure it out.”

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romanarose · 6 months

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Feel free to tell me why in the comments or rbs!!!

#ironpope #ironfish #FishBen #FishPope #benny and frankie #triple frontier #william miller #Santiago Garcia #francisco morales #benjamin miller

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I'll be straight up, the 1k celebration was a lot ;-;

And with school, I can't commit to a whole lot especially writing things for people who don't interact with my shit at all. So, I decided to do something specific

My talent lies in series more than one shots. It's where I shine. So I think the celebration will be centered more around my different universes! Acceptable universes will be listened an linked at the bottom.

Here's how to participate!

Fuck Marry Kiss

Pic 3 canon characters or OC's from any universes. If you say "Marc Spector" Specify if its from Seattle or Sunshine. Make sure I know which series bc there slightly different characterizations sometimes. Same with reader. MOST of my readers have a nickname like Little One or Madonna. Example: FMK: IYWBW Santi, Lorenzo, and Puppy Girl reader

2. Bonus chapter or thoughts (or thots)

Ever wanted to know how Zach and Lorenzo fell in love? Ever wondered what Jana and Will's friendship is like? Wanted to see what Guard Dog! Joel and Reader do for fun? Now is your chance! Please be clear if you're looking for thoughts or an organized chapter. Example: Can I please request a scene with how Santi calms down Laci when she has PTSD now that's she's a few years into healing? Example 2: Was wondering if you had some random thoughts of what shows Jake and Sam have watched together over the years?

3. Crossovers!

Want two characters from different universes to meet? Have a cross story ship? Think two readers or OC's would be besties? Think a pair of characters would be fun in a different AU? Come on over!

Example (From Fen): Leather and Lace Santi and Laci meet The Wrong Way Joel and Little one

Example 2 (Also from Fen): What if Sam met Becca.

Example 3: I think Angela from Blessed be the Fruit would absolutely love Candy and they should date.

Acceptable universes to ask for fics or crossovers from:

If You Wanna Be Wild (Santiago Garcia x Latina!Reader/OC x Javier Pena) with @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction Sunshine Starlight Sweetheart Brightside (Steven Grant x OC x Marc Spector) Seattle (Marc Spector x Jewish!OC) Leather and Lace Universe (Santiago Garcia x OC, Frankie Morales x AfroLatina!OC, William Miller x Vietnamese!OC, Ben Miller x M!OC) Awakening (Reader x all 4, IronPope, FishBen) Darkness on the Edge of Town (Joel Miller x reader, no age gap) DBF!Joel Miller Holiday Fucks (Joel Miller x reader, large age gap) Pieces from my dark side blog @romana-after-dark are allowed too. I have 2k followers here but Ill want to open the worlds in here to the event.

The Wrong Way (Dark!Joel Miller x reader, Dark!Tommy Miller x reader DDDNE) Guard Dog (Dark!Joel Miller x Dark!reader) Blessed Be the Fruit (Dark!Joel Miller x darkish!reader) Puppy Girl (dark!Joel Miller x reader, pet play) Room's on Fire (Reader x Santiago, Francisco, Will, Ben, FishBen, FishPope)

If you have other ideas, just ask!!!

Spring Break is coming up so im excited to do some of these and my commissions!

I CANNOT thank my lovely followers enough for all this!!! I love writing so fucking much and many have reached out to me about fics being healing for them

so, thank you. I mean it. Man of these stories, like LaL universe or TWW have been healing for me, processing a lot of feelings through them and i pu tmy heart and soul into my stories, so it makes me so happy and proud yall want to read.

#romana's 2000 follower celebration #triple frontier #moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #santiago garcia #jake lockley #joel miller #moon knight fanfiction #tlou #the last of us fanfiction #triple frontier fan fiction #dark joel #dark joel miller #santiago garcia x reader #follower celebration #romana is blessed

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romanarose · 3 months

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thanks for the tag @hon3yboy !!!! kisses!!!

Last song: Mi Mayor Venganza, La India

Currently reading: Unmask Alice, by Rick Emerson, about the making of the Go Ask Alice book.

Last film: Fuck.... what even did I watch last movie... OH Froxen 2 at my day care.

Currently craving: I want chipotle but im poor sooooooo im heating up froen burritos

Three ships: FishBen, Steve Murphy x Javier Pena, IronPope

First ship: Like. EVER???? UHHHHH i remember adoring Aragorn and Arwen <3

Favorite color: Burgundy <3

Currently working on: Rooms on Fire part 3!!!! Also reading through dead dove december fics <3

NP tags, @toxicanonymity @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog @juneknight @theywhowriteandknowthings @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @koshkamartell

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i-am-the-ass-admiral · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Triple Frontier (2019) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Santiago "Pope" Garcia/William "Ironhead" Miller Characters: Santiago "Pope" Garcia, William "Ironhead" Miller Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Bakery, Baker Santiago, Firefighter Will, but it's barely mentioned, Fluff, small acts of love, Mild Language, supportive will miller Series: Part 9 of flufftober2021 Summary:

santi's having a rough day

@flufftober2021 day 9 prompt: text message

Santiago scrubs a hand down his face.

Goddamn what a day.

Seems like nothing went right. Truck order late, cupcakes burned, several to-go orders got switched and he’s had to refund money. Hell, even the coffee burned. Now at the end of the day, Santiago sits in his empty bakery, trying to collect himself for the clean-up. Should’ve been a slow day—Fish was even off today—but no such luck. Santiago shakes his head and the tiniest bit of flour snows from his curls.

Ah, christ.

But then his phone dings.

Frowning, he pulls it out of his pocket and swipes and there, as if Will heard him, is a message:

Hope you’re all right, love you

It’s a simple as that but it makes tired happy tears sting Santiago’s eyes. Will shouldn’t even be awake yet—he’s not due for his rotation at the firehouse for at least another six hours. He should be sleeping but instead he’s sent a message. He’s awake, thinking about Santiago. Loving him still. It’s such a small gesture but in that exhausted moment, Santiago presses the phone to his forehead for an instant and just…breathes. Then replies,

I am now

@writefightandflightclub @kesskirata

#flufftober2021 #triple frontier #ironpope #santiago pope garcia/william ironhead miller

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copperdead · 3 years

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We Were Warriors

A Triple Frontier fic

Pairing: Santiago “Pope” Garcia/William “Ironhead” Miller Tags: Post-Canon, Slow Burn, Pining, Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Word count: ~60k Rated E Summary: Santiago comes back to the USA and tries to get something that at least resembles a real life. He knows it won’t be easy. But he can try, he wants to try.

Read on AO3

Covers by @hulia-711 who has my eternal gratitude. Thank you so much!

#triple frontier fanfiction #william ironhead miller #santiago pope garcia #santiago pope garcia/william ironhead miller #ironpope #my writing

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copperdead · 3 years

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Scarred

A Triple Frontier fic

Pairing: Santiago "Pope" Garcia/William "Ironhead" Miller Tags: estabilished relationship, hurt/comfort, angst and fluff Warnings: PTSD, nightmares, description of killing (not graphic), implied sexual content Word count: ~3.5k Rated M Set after We Were Warriors Summary: One rough night and one unremarkable day: Will gets reminded of his past and deals with it. Pope helps.

Will moves, and he doesn’t make a sound.

He steps carefully, silent like a shadow, aware of his surroundings even as the darkened hallways blur at the edges of his vision. There is presence behind him, just as silent, following him when he turns the corner. Right at his heels.

He sees the target now. He’s one of many, a means to an end, his back turned to Will. A necessity, Ironhead knows. He comes closer with a knife in his hand, even if he’s sure he’s been holding a rifle just a moment ago.

Because usually it comes with gunfire, with the quick aim-shoot-repeat, powerful and deadly in the pull of the trigger. And sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes it comes in stifling silence and the quiet whisper of last breath, in his arms when he eases to body to the ground, so it doesn’t make a sound as it falls.

He’s a step away, and it’s enough. He does what he needs to. One swift motion, one hand covering the mouth.

The death is here, at his back, and Will brings her forward with a flick of his wrist.

Ironhead doesn’t look, doesn’t need to see the surprise in the widened eyes or a face of a boy, another kid who made a wrong choice somewhere along the way.

Ironhead doesn’t look but still sees it out of the corner of his eye. There’s a flicker of recognition in his mind that shouldn’t be there, an unsettling sense he knows the shade of the man’s eyes, and that his features look familiar somehow--

Will wakes up with a gasp that is nothing more than a sharp inhale, sudden and painful in his lungs and too loud in his ears. Wakes up in perfect stillness with his muscles trembling against the flinch that never came.

He needs to know what’s happening, because there’s always danger when he gets pulled to consciousness like that. And if there’s danger, then where are the others, where’s Redfly and Catfish and Pope and Benny, where’s his brother, where’s Benny--

Will takes a breath, slow and shaky, waiting for his mind to catch up with where his body is. He lies there for a long moment, until his eyes get used to the darkness and the shapes of the furniture sharpen in the dim light filtering through the curtains. Until he remembers that Redfly is gone, but Benny and Fish are safe in their own beds, and Pope… Pope is sleeping soundly in his own bed, too. In the one he shares with Will.

He turns his head to look at the shape beneath the covers. Santiago is right there, near the edge of the bed where they’ve drifted apart during the night, stretched out on his belly. When Will’s heartbeat stops pounding in his ears, he holds his breath for a moment to hear the whisper of an inhale from the other side of the bed and watches the barely visible shift of Pope’s body.

Thank fuck. Santiago has trouble falling asleep as it is, and Will finds out yet again that there’s at least this small consolation in the knowledge that his nightmares don’t come with screaming and thrashing around.

He waits for an exhale, counts nine more, and slips out of bed.

It’s an hour later when he comes back, the uneasiness that the dream has left him with shaken off as much as it could be between the bright light in the bathroom, the glass of water in the kitchen, and the spot behind Jax’s ear where Will has scratched him after the dog had come to keep him company.

The door clicks shut behind him, and this time the shadows in the bedroom are soft and welcoming. The bed looks inviting, too. Santiago has turned onto his side in the meantime, and now he lies with his back to the empty space Will longs to return to.

So he does.

He slides beneath the comforter and makes himself comfortable. He meant to just try and go back to sleep, still tired and somewhat calmer now, but he stares at Santiago’s back instead. The curve of his shoulder and outline of his ribs rise and fall in the steady, slow rhythm. Inhale, exhale. And Will can’t help but inch closer, and then closer again, drawn forward by Pope’s warmth. Just a bit, he tells himself, because even without touching, Pope’s tangible presence, here with him, turns out to be more comforting during nights like this one than he still tends to expect.

But he’s already so close, and Ironhead realizes he doesn’t really have the strength to fight against the need to press himself to Santiago’s back.

He starts with the back of his right hand against Pope’s ribs. When Santiago’s breathing stays deep and even, the way it should be, the rest of him follows: his thigh touches the back of Pope’s through their pajama pants, nose brushes the soft hairs at Pope’s nape.

Careful not to disturb him, Will stays like this, arms folded between their bodies. Santiago shifts briefly, stretching out his leg and rubbing their shins together, but settles again right after. Sleeping peacefully. Ironhead draws a slow breath, focuses on their closeness and on Pope’s warmth. On the scent of him.

Will feels his eyelids grow heavy and the noise lingering in his thoughts subside into the low hum. He shifts his head forward on the pillow until he can lean his forehead against the scar on Pope’s neck, and that’s how the sleep finds him.

***

The world, Ironhead finds out, manages to be kinder to him in the morning, even cold and windy as it is. He wakes up with his legs tangled with Pope’s, presses a kiss and a few silent words to his shoulder, and does his best to pull away as gently as possible. Just like any other day, Santiago cracks one brown eye open regardless of his efforts but immediately goes back to sleep when Will tells him to, burying his face in the pillow.

And just like any other day, Ironhead feels a wave of amazement so strong it could probably bring him to his knees if he wasn’t in bed crash into him at the sight. There is great trust written deep into the ease that Santiago falls back asleep with, needing only a glimpse at him and the slightest of assurances, and Will finds himself taking another moment before he’s ready to get up.

The sky greets him with heavy steel-gray clouds as he takes Jax for their run, and Pope – with a kiss on the cheek when they come back. Will can feel his gaze during breakfast, which in itself is a completely normal thing, but this morning the look in Santiago’s eyes is more contemplative than anything else. He usually seems to know when something’s off anyway, and it’s not like Will is trying to hide anything from him – doesn’t have to, and doesn’t want to, ever again – so he’s not exactly surprised when it becomes clear that Pope has noticed.

Right before he leaves for work, Santiago ties his shoelaces. Straightening, he tilts his head left and then right in what Will suspects is an absentminded attempt to loosen the tension left after yesterday afternoon. They’ve been babysitting Frankie’s kids again, and Santiago has spent two hours bent over a seventh-grader’s geography project about the types of deserts.

Before Will has a chance to ask about his neck, Pope lays a hand on his arm. “Tired?”

“Rough night,” Will answers honestly, turning away from the wall he’s leaning against to pull Pope into a proper hug. “Don’t worry.”

Santiago chuckles into his shoulder. “Bit too late for that.” He takes a step back and grins, bright and gorgeous, and Will’s fingers tighten at Pope’s hips where he hasn’t released him yet. “Wake me up next time, yeah? I can provide some distraction, if nothing else.”

Will hums quietly, smiling back. He doesn’t plan on waking Pope up at night if he can avoid it, but he can humor him a bit. “What kind of distraction?”

Tipping his chin up a little, Pope stays silent for a moment, stares at Will with a glint in dark eyes. “Any kind you want.”

There’s promise in it, a promise of being kissed until he can think about nothing else than the hot slide of their tongues. Of being reminded he’s there and then, with Pope in their bed and nowhere else. For as long as it takes.

But there’s also the undercurrent of warm, unguarded sincerity in Pope’s voice, one that sounds like anything you need. And Will has no choice but to believe Santiago would want to be woken up in the middle of the night, no matter how late he’d managed to fall asleep, only to talk to him for hours if that’s what Ironhead would want from him.

“I might take you up on that,” Will says, not lying. He usually manages alone, perfectly used to dealing with the restless nights, and as this past one has proven, Pope helps even without being aware of it. But if Will ever needs something else, something more than Santiago’s quiet presence, he knows he can ask for it. “Go or you’re gonna be late.”

Santiago leaves, but before he does, Will makes sure he’ll be thinking of their goodbye kiss for the whole way.

Between walking Jax and running a few errands, the afternoon comes quickly enough. Will focuses on things he has to do with practiced ease; his thoughts don’t stray where he doesn’t want them to, and all that remains after his shitty night is the lingering fatigue, barely noticeable unless he’s doing absolutely nothing.

Santiago comes back home eventually, and then there’s grocery shopping and Chinese for dinner, and Will appreciates every minute of this uneventful, boring Thursday. Up until the evening.

Pope has settled down on the couch with his laptop to search for another one of the B-class action films they’ve recently started to unironically enjoy (and, if asked, would deny ever watching), and when Will enters the living room, he catches him lean his head back with a slight wince one time too many today.

Will puts the drinks he’s brought down on the coffee table and hovers by Santiago’s side instead of joining him on the couch. “Your neck is bothering you?”

“The whole fucking day. The things I do for those kids,” Pope muses, eyes still on the screen of his laptop. “See? School really fucks people up.”

“At least someone appreciates your sacrifice now,” Ironhead replies, gets a glance up and a wry snort in return. He raises one hand to Pope’s neck, lays it over the scar almost without pressure.

Pope lets him. He doesn’t even blink when Ironhead starts rubbing his thumb back and forth across warm skin. “They’d better. That project turned out great. B+ at least.” He leans into Will’s touch. “Feels good, go on.”

“Pope. It’s your spine,” Will reminds him reluctantly. He didn’t reach out with the intention to ease Santiago’s discomfort, not like he usually does when Pope complains about his knees and Will tries to help as much as he can, even underqualified as he is.

He doesn’t know if he’s had any intention just now. Pope was in pain and he just wanted to touch him.

That apparently got Santiago’s attention, because he stops scrolling and looks up at Will, eyes dark. “You didn’t seem to mind my neck,” Pope says slowly, raising an eyebrow, “when you were pulling my hair yesterday.”

There’s a pause. Ironhead just throws him an unimpressed look.

“Fair enough,” he says after a moment, picking up where his thumb has stilled at Santiago’s hairline. “But I’ve told you already, I don’t want to fuck it up any further trying to make it better.”

“Then don’t try to make it better, just keep doing what you’re doing now.”

Before Will has a chance to protest, Pope is already turning in his seat. He throws his feet up on the cushions, leans back over the armrest and tips his head back until he can rest it against Will’s belly, the sudden shift forcing Will’s hand to the side of his neck.

They stare at each other, upside down, for a long moment. And then Ironhead gives up, raises his other hand and cards his fingers through Pope’s soft thick hair.

Santiago lets out a low, appreciative sound. A shadow of a smile pulls at his mouth, suspiciously triumphant, eyes fluttering closed when Will moves both his hands down, almost to his shoulders, then up again. Gently, unhurriedly. It’s not the kind of touch that’s meant to be therapeutic, not at all. He just keeps touching, goes by what he thinks may feel good, by what makes Santiago relax under his hands.

He looks down at silver strands in Pope’s curls, at dark eyelashes fanning out against his cheeks, and thinks about teasing him about being needy. And he would. But then again, Pope rarely voices small needs like that, rarely ever asks for anything.

Will says nothing, rubs firm circles into the base of Pope’s skull instead.

“Don’t stop,” Santiago murmurs, everything else apparently forgotten. The screen on the laptop goes black. The harsh white light vanishes, leaving only the warm glow of the floor lamp.

Will’s left thumb falters briefly, catching on the skin behind Pope’s ear. Santiago doesn’t seem to notice, so Will continues – scratches gently at his scalp, cradles the back of his head and feels its weight resting in his palm. His left hand shifts lower, over Santiago’s nape and to the side, the underside of his jaw.

The stubble scrapes against his fingertips. Santiago’s pulse is steady and strong underneath thin skin, the line of his throat bared.

Will is holding his head.

“I said, don’t stop.” Pope tilts his head further back against Will’s stomach, into his palm. Prompting, demanding.

And Will manages not to flinch, somehow fights down the need to drop his arms right now and take a step, or several, back. But his fingers flex involuntarily against Pope’s neck, in his hair. Just a bit, not sharply enough to pull too hard – enough for Santiago to open his eyes.

“Hey.” Pope frowns slightly in confusion, but Will can see the moment he makes an educated guess. When he speaks again, there’s an undertone of concern in his voice. “Too much?”

Will bites down on the reflexive it’s all right. He takes a deep breath, thinking about what he wants to say, and only then shakes his head. “No. It just… wasn’t a good idea.”

Slowly, carefully, he lifts Pope’s head back up and drops both his hands to Pope’s shoulders, squeezing a bit. A simple reassurance.

But Pope twists his body to throw him a look, nevertheless. “Bullshit,” he says with conviction. “It was a great idea. Come here.”

Santiago shifts and turns to sit the right way, and suddenly Will is being tugged at until they’re facing each other. Pope pulls him closer by the beltloops, spreads his knees to make space for him. For the lack of a better option, Ironhead’s hands return to his shoulders.

“I like it,” Pope tells him then in a quiet murmur, “when you touch me. Always.”

Will stifles a sigh. He doesn’t know what he wants to do more; bend down to kiss him – hard – until Pope is breathless and panting against his lips, or kneel right where he stands so Santiago doesn’t have to tilt his head up to look at him like he does now, all soft brown eyes and disarming sincerity.

Eventually, he raises his right hand, hovering near Santiago’s face.

“I know.”

Will brushes his fingertips down the bridge of Pope’s nose, and Pope’s eyelashes flutter.

They’ve been through this quite a few times, and there’s no guilt, or nor much of it, anymore. Santiago made sure of that. And Ironhead knows that for his own sake he should avoid worrying about it again. Self-doubt is poison.

But the memory is vivid, sharp in his mind despite the passing time and Santiago’s insistence. It’s a constant reminder to be careful, a reminder of something Will never wants to let happen again.

It’s a warning.

Will breathes out, feeling the weight of last night and this day settle deep within him. He tries to take his hand back, but Santiago reaches out before he can, catching Will’s fingers in his.

Slowly, deliberately, never taking his gaze off Ironhead, Pope turns his head and presses his lips to the center of his palm. He holds his hand to his cheek until Will swipes a thumb over the cheekbone beneath it.

Pope doesn’t stop there, and all Ironhead can do is watch him and feel – a rasp of stubble against his palm, then an open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive skin on the inside of his wrist. Santiago’s warm breath on his forearm. He feels the heat travel with his bloodstream; up his arm, to his heart, flooding his ribcage.

Pope turns Will’s hand over, brings it to his lips again to brush them against the protruding wrist bone. Eyelashes lowering, he moves across the back of Will’s hand and starts pressing slow kisses to his knuckles. Once, twice, and then he smiles against the rough skin and faded little scars when Ironhead finally reaches up with his other hand to brush back a strand of hair that falls over Santiago’s forehead.

Pope makes an appreciative sound in the back of his throat. “Yeah, like that,” he mumbles as Will threads his fingers through Santiago’s hair. “Don’t stop, huh?”

Will doesn’t, and gets a gentle nibble to his ring finger in reward. He draws a slow breath and lets it out, caught between exasperation and bright, overwhelming fondness that fills his lungs and veins, settles deep into his bones. “Pope. That’s enough.”

“Enough?” A hint of teeth, back on Will’s wrist bone. “’Because I can keep going.”

Santiago glances up, eyes narrowed and crinkling in the corners, and Ironhead can’t help but swipe his thumb over the lines. On the same motion, he strokes over Pope’s temple, buries his hand further into already mussed, salt and pepper curls, and – cautiously, steadily – tightens his fingers. He tugs at Pope’s hair, careful but firm.

And right away, without any resistance, Pope follows the pull, tipping his head back and away from Will’s right hand that he still holds in both of his. He chuckles, a bit startled and visibly pleased, and suddenly, with unexpected urgency, Will wants to feel the low rumble of it against his tongue.

“All right, all right,” Santiago concedes. “Enough, I hear you.” He grins, all sincere joy and a shadow of self-satisfaction.

And this – this is real. This is Pope grounding him, intuitively providing the gentle push when it is needed. Reminding Ironhead of everything he’s capable of besides the violence that tends to return at night sometimes, uninvited.

Tenderness. Giving pleasure. Being rough, if that’s what Pope wants, without ever having a reason to regret it.

Will pulls his right hand free of Pope’s hold and loosens the grip he still has on his hair, rubbing Santiago’s scalp to get rid of any lingering stinging. When Ironhead cups his face in his hands, Pope lets him.

Giving in to the urge from earlier, Will bows down, and then there’s nothing except the slow, eager slide of their mouths together and the quiet noise Santiago makes as he wraps his fingers around Ironhead’s wrists. His lips part easily at the first touch of Will’s tongue.

“You do,” Pope murmurs between kisses, breathing shallower, quicker now, “make it better, you know?”

Ironhead licks into his mouth again for that. A long minute passes before they part, and then Will leans his forehead against Pope’s, lets their breaths mingle in the space between them.

“You make it better, too.” Pope is solid beneath his hands. His neck must be hurting by now, but Will allows himself a moment more, pulling back to look at him. “Looks like we’re good for each other.”

Pope meets his gaze. “Yeah,” he says, firm and certain and a bit breathless. “Yeah, we are.”

They do watch the film, eventually. Halfway through it, Jax comes and puts his head on Will’s knee, demanding to be petted, then proceeds to jump on the couch with them and fall asleep on his lap.

And later, in bed, Will puts his mouth and tongue and teeth to Pope’s neck, holds him tight with his fingers splayed wide on Santiago’s back. Much later, after their heartbeats have slowed down and Pope still hasn’t moved out of his arms, Will trails his hand up his spine to cover the scar, and lets the dreams be only the dreams.

“Your hands are scarred from murder, and yet, I trust them completely.”

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