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Congratulations on 700 followers, yay!! And what a way to celebrate with the things you're offering!
I simply can't just *not* ask you... brat tamer Santiago Garcia, if you happen to be inspired?
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Pairing- Santiago Garcia x F! Reader
Summary- You push your boyfriend just a little too far with your teasing
CW-18+, NSFW, MDNI, Brat tamer Santi, Sub reader, slight voyeurism, Overstimulation, Breath play, Rough sex, Safe word established, Use of restraints, gagging, Dacryphilia, Pet names, Unprotected PIV, Cream Pie, Aftercare
WK- 3.6K ( Drabble..who said this was a Drabble?)
A/N- This was the first ask in my follower celebration and I’ve wanted to put my all into it. Santi is so intimidating and I love writing for him.
Not beta read
Some inspiration before you read if you’re feeling so inclined. ( Santiago)
[Main Masterlist][Triple Frontier]
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It started off innocently enough 
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  Santi:Baby you’re killing me
         Just wanted to give you a Valentines preview 
  It was boredom that often got you in trouble with Santiago. He said you had a knack for testing his Will power. A constant push and pull between being good and watching the moment he decides he’s had enough of your behavior. 
  The problem here lies that you can’t see his face via text. There was no way of knowing when the flip switched from innocent to a lesson in never pushing Santiago’s buttons. 
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  Santi:I’m serious I’m trying to work here cariño 
            Fine…tell Frankie I said hi
  It really was his fault…he left you to your own devices for an entire day. Of course you went shopping and saw the lacy red set that you know would drive him wild. The woman who helped you out convinced you to get a few more things and also another set in pink. But then you saw the black silk teddy with the red trim and you knew you just had to have that one. 
  A full photo shoot in the floor length mirror in your shared bedroom had you occupied for a little longer. And now you find yourself growing impatient as the time ticks on. 
  “Pope, my dog can hold a flashlight better than you.” Frankie’s muffled voice comes from under the sink as Santi discards his phone on the counter. 
  “Relajate hermano.” Santi’s annoyance oozed from his tone, mostly irritated at his lack of preparedness for what was supposed to be a simple ‘in fish’s words’ fix to his leaky sink. 
  One hour turned into four and it seemed like they had made way too many trips to the hardware store. This was clearly not going to be a quick fix and Frankie should’ve hired a plumber like he said. He knew Frankie was too stubborn for that, the pilot could fix mostly anything on his own and that sometimes led to an air of too much confidence. 
  Frankie leans back on his heels wiping the sweat from his brow with his shirt, the backwards standard oil cap on his head a shade darker around the rim because the man is too cheap to turn on the ac. 
  “Your dick hard from holding that flashlight or were you staring at my ass.” Frankie chides and Santi’s flipping him off before the words even leave his mouth. 
  Santi can’t help the way his body reacts to you. Which is why he desperately needed you to stop sending him those photos. He could be home with you right now, undressing you piece by piece. His face buried between your thighs as he pulled countless orgasms from you until you were begging him to stop. In reality he was going to do that anyway but he’s not going to be so nice about it now that you’ve decided to be a grade A pain in his ass. 
  You couldn’t possibly know that he’s at his wits end between Frankie’s constant ribbing and his one too many mentions of you. He appreciated that his friend cared about his love life but Santi knew how he really felt. The too long looks at you swimming at Wills in your bikini, the hugs that lasted longer than he’d felt comfortable with but wouldn’t dare say anything to Frankie. The way you genuinely laughed at his awful jokes when you were all hanging out at the bar. 
  “Let me take a look, I think your eyes need a break.” Santi bumps him out of the way with his foot. 
  “Oh you’re an expert plumber now, but you can’t even hold a damn flashlight.” Santi shoots him a look as he breathes heavy out of his nose and Frankie concedes taking the flashlight from him. 
  Santi’s grumbling in a mix of English and Spanish as he takes in the mangled mess of tubes and the puddle of questionable water his arm is sitting in. Santi is suddenly aware of every sore muscle in his body as his back goes rigid. His knees ache and his head is pounding from a lack of food and water. Right now he’s seeing red as he notices the problem they’ve been dealing with all day was quite literally because Frankie had his wires crossed. He's fumbling with the tubing as his phone buzzes in succinction on the counter above him. He thinks you might be calling him but it stops after three. 
  “Everything alright up there Fish?” His tone slightly exasperated as he’s plunged into darkness. Evidently neither of them know how to hold a flashlight properly. 
  “You are one lucky son of a bitch.” 
  “What!?” He groans after a loud thud that was his head hitting the underside of the sink reverberates through his body. 
  Frankie’s scrolling on Santi’s phone with a perverted look plastered on his face. He’s leaning against the counter completely unaware or unconcerned that Santi is staring daggers at him.
  Santi snatches his phone hastily. “Get a good look?” Frankie clearly can’t read the room as he chuckles at him and this is the closest he’s been to getting punched since basic training. 
  “I didn’t see much.” The lie is clear as day on his face as Santi crosses his arms. “I just don’t know how you could be here with me while you’ve got that at home.” Frankie crosses his arms almost mimicking Santi and an unfamiliar noise leaves his mouth. Santi probably resembles a fire breathing dragon more than a human at this moment. 
  “You’re right Frank.” He clenches and unclenches his fist. “I don’t know why I’m here.” He wonders now if Frankie was in on it with you and some elaborate plan to push him to the brink of his resolve. He wouldn’t put it past either of you, always vying for who can win the award for the first place pain in the ass. Unlucky for you and lucky for Frankie that his displaced aggression now has a direction. 
  Santi leaves the kitchen without another word, slamming the front door a little harder than he meant but not feeling too bad about it. He’s bounding toward his Jeep with his phone clutched in his hand and a painful bulge in his jeans. He decides not to leave Frankie entirely in the dark and also not wanting to have the day be a total waste. 
  I fixed the problem 
  🐈🐠: Gracias hermano te aprecio 
  Santi puts the car in reverse and starts the slow roll down the driveway. His phone buzzes next to him on the seat and he aggressively puts it back in park to check. 
  🐈🐠: Tell her to wear the red one 🥵
  Since when did his old ass figure out how to use emojis? Santi pulls up the messages he forgot you sent him. The ones Fish saw. The sweat trickles down his back as he takes in the compromising positions you’re in. One hand clutching your breast, another hand dipping beneath the deep red fabric. You’re only saving grace is that he can’t actually see that spot between your legs. The spot he knows is soaked and if Frankie had seen he’d never live it down. They’d have to share you at that point and Frankie would be none too pleased with himself. 
  Santi: Be in the bed with the red one on
  You were starting to get worried when you sent those last three images. You hadn’t heard from him and your anxiety was getting the best of you. You knew you were constantly pushing the limits of how far you could take him, with all the trust in your relationship you assumed at this point Santiago was limitless. Sending a few racy texts was nothing compared to making him come in his pants while you palmed him under the table at your last hang out with the guys. Your punishment was relatively mild when he yanked you into the bathroom and made you clean up the evidence. 
                   Can’t wait to see you baby 🥰
  You're waiting…patiently now after you’ve changed into the one that you knew would drive him crazy. 
  He’s driving, barely obeying the traffic laws as he white knuckles the steering wheel. He’d already picked out your tombstone when you sent the first photo. 
  Here lies my Beloved baby girl- impatient, petulant, brat until the very end 
  ****
  He knows he needs to shower first, so you’ll just have to wait a little longer. He hopes for your sake you’re in the bed like he asked. You had the expert ability to do the opposite of what he wanted at every turn. 
  The sun is just starting to set when he enters your shared home. He can smell his favorite scent wafting through the air of one of those ridiculous wax melts you had all throughout the house. He would never tell you that he liked it so much but it seems you’ve caught on anyway. He can’t even describe what it is since it’s labeled autumn air, but it reminds him of you.
  Had you been a little faster you might have gotten away with it…but he sees a flit of red and your foot just barely making it into the doorway of the bedroom.You’re lying on your stomach when he enters the room doing your best to not look out of breath with that innocent smile on your face. 
  “You think you’re slick?” You shake your head as he pulls his shirt off, revealing his tan skin. He throws it towards to hamper, missing it completely as he stalks towards you. He takes your jaw between his forefinger and thumb and you tilt your head up for a kiss that never comes. “I asked you a question.” His breath is hot on your face as you search his eyes for a sign of reassurance but you find none. 
  “I don’t…know what you’re talking about.” Your voice comes out shaky as his grip tightens on your chin. He laughs as an unmerciful look spreads across his face. You’re a mixture of terrified and aroused as you hang there in the balance, unsure of what his next move is. 
  He lets go of your chin and presses you back with his palm to lay against the headboard. His jaw is clenched and his lips in a tight line as he straddles your hips pinning you down with his jean clad thighs. You reach out to palm the obvious bulge in the front of his pants and he not so gently grabs your wrist. He places a soft kiss to the palm of your hand before bringing it up over your head to rest on the pillow. “That’s the last time you’re gonna act out of line.” His voice a low growl in your ear and you think you may have royally fucked up. 
  He sits back on his heels, trailing his hands over the soft fabric of your dress. His thumbs graze your nipple and his eyes go wide at the way your body reacts to him. He grips your hips and bunches the fabric to reveal the matching thing soaked with your arousal. If he had fangs he’d draw blood with the way he’s biting down on his lip as his fingers toy with the thin string, pulling it tight between your lips. He’s playing with you now and your antics earlier may have been seriously detrimental to your health and well being. 
  The material bites into your skin and you wince as he snaps the thin fabric like it’s made of floss. It’s vulgar the way he brings them to his nose inhaling your scent, his eyes roll back and your breath picks up at the carnal display before you. 
  He sets the torn panties down next to your head before his hands are back on you. “I take it, I bought this?” You nod once and he tsks under his breath. 
  “Yes.” It’s rushed out and he slaps the side of your thigh as he crowds your space. “I mean yes sir.” 
  “Good girl…I think it’s been too long since you’ve been taught a lesson.” You gasp as he rips the fabric. “You can’t even remember your manners.” Your gut churns at the voracious tone he’s using. The bold red dress flutters in front of you as he reduces it to shreds. His muscles flex as he pulls it taught, inspecting it to his liking. He leans over you, his soft kiss a stark contrast to his words. All you’ve wanted all day was to touch him, but you keep your hands where they are as his lips devour you. His kiss growing hungrier by the second. He pulls away breathless as he rests his head in the crook of your neck. He rolls his hips instinctively, his lust for you is almost too much. “You just need a little reminder sweetheart.” 
  He regained some composure as he pulled his weight back. The warmth of his body leaves you and goosebumps raise on your skin. His thumb grazes your bottom lip as he pulls down gently, coaxing your mouth open. He shoves your panties in your mouth and you can taste yourself on your tongue. You breathe deep through your nose as he waits for any sign you need this to stop. His hand grabs your wrist and the shredded fabric bringing it up to the bedpost. He was nothing if not tactical with his movements as he quickly secured both wrists with his perfectly procured gift. He gives a light tug and smirks, seemingly pleased with his work. 
  You squirm and whine as he swings his legs over your body and exits the bed. The drool starts down your cheek as you soak the fabric in your mouth. “Don’t worry cariño, I’m gonna take real good care of you.” 
  He opens the bedside drawer and fishes out your small pink vibrator, it’s been so long since you’ve used it you're not even sure it’s charged. He clicks it once and it roars to life…the opposing looks on your faces are almost cartoonish as you groan in anticipation. 
  He pulls his phone out of the front pocket of his jeans as he leans over dragging the tip through your slit. Not even bothering to look at the mess he’s making. “Let’s see… how many photos did you send baby?” The sarcasm drips off his tongue as he counts each one out loud. He whistles low under his breath. “Five…I’m not sure you can handle a five.” The settings go up to six and you’re praying to whatever god is listening that he has some mercy. 
  You keen as it breaches your entrance almost out of breath on the first setting. He clicks it twice more and snickers at your muffled cries. “I’m gonna shower okay sweetheart. You stay right there and don’t move.” He clinks his belt and pulls down his pants before heading towards the en-suite bathroom. He sends you one last salacious look as he palms himself over his boxers. You writhe as he turns his back to you, no doubt grinning like the Cheshire Cat. 
  ****
  You want to call him every name in the book besides his god given one as you breathe through your second climax. Your legs are shaking and you wish your pussy would go numb to the constant vibrating sensation wracking your body. You tried to crawl away from it to no avail, you clenched your thighs together hoping that would give you some relief and accidentally bumped it up a notch. 
  Your back arches off the bed as your wrists tug at the restraints, the new angle has it hitting that spot deep inside you as you bite down hard on the soaked fabric in your mouth. You’re almost grateful for it and you think he must know what he’s doing because you’d surely have cracked a molar at this point. 
  He’s humming some incessant tune as the water shuts off and you try and focus on your breathing knowing it’s almost over. 
  He exits the bathroom, steam emanating off his sturdy body. He used a towel to run through his thick hair not covering the hefty cock dangling between his thighs. He saunters over taking his sweet ass time, slowly pulling the vibrator from your soaked folds. A lewd sound comes out of you as he pulls the fabric from your mouth. He straddles your chest this time, careful to keep his weight off you as his cock sits heavy between your breasts. You know he’s doing it on purpose, as he unties your sore wrists. He knows how much you love sucking his cock that hangs inches from your face, but you wouldn’t dare do anything now without permission. You breath out heavily, mouth watering at the sight of him as he looks down upon you. His cock jumps at the temperature change and you know that he knows what you’re doing. Quite possibly the only thing you can do in your current predicament. 
  “You did so good for me cariño.” He slides down your body, trailing precum along your sweat soaked skin. He wipes the drool from your mouth with his hand and purses your lips in his grasp. “But we’re not done yet.” 
  “Santi please…I'm sorry.” You’re reduced to begging, something he rarely denied. 
  “I gave you a chance to be sorry.” He wipes a stray tear that rolls down your cheek and for a brief moment he feels bad. You were just trying to show off for him after all. The shredded reminder of your little outfit is all the motivation he needs to finish what he started. 
  You rub your sore wrists and stretch your limbs as he grabs his phone from the bedside table. You get a nice look of his pert ass as he walks to the opposing lounge chair in your bedroom and props the phone up to his liking. 
  “Hands and knees baby.” He’ll always love the way you quickly obey as he works his hand over his cock and climbs in the bed behind you. He’s sure you’ve learned your lesson but now he wanted to have some fun and you were being so good. 
  He soothes you with his other hand as he watches your shaky breaths from behind. Your ass wiggles a little as you try to get comfortable. He can see the arousal dripping down your thighs as he drags the tip through your soaked folds. “I can’t see your face baby, so keep your eyes open.” 
  “Yes sir.”
  “That’s my girl.” He pushes in as he grips your hips, starting a brutal pace. You’re so worked up from before as he drags in and out of your walls. Grunting behind you as the lewd sounds of the slap of skin echo in the room. He’s been so keyed up all day he knows he’s not going to last long and the way your pussy squeezes him so tight with every thrust he needs to feel you come before he loses all control. The chants of his name are like music to his ears as you grip the sheets below you, but it’s not good enough. 
  He wraps his arm around your chest bringing his hand to your throat as he breathes heavily into your ear. A sharp intake of breath as he squeezes slightly. “Your eyes open baby?” All you can do is nod and you hope that’s good enough. He releases it gripping your jaw to look at the camera while fucks relentlessly into you. “Whose fucking you like this…hmm.” 
  “You Santi.” Your voice cracks as you grasp at his arms to stay upright. He moans into your ear as you grip him tight. His breath on your neck tickles and you both chuckle slightly. A sighting of your Santi sprinkled into your intense moments. 
  “You tell him who you belong to.” Who? You whine as your body shakes, you’re just at the edge of the cliff all you need is that little push. He grips your hair with one hand bringing the other to rub your clit. “You know who.” He says through gritted teeth. 
  “I don’t I swear.” You sob, tears of ecstasy roll down your face as your fingers dig into his forearm. 
  “Frankie.” He growls in your ear as you fall apart in his arms. He follows you over the edge quickly after, much to your relief at the prospect of reaching your climax at the mention of his best friend. 
  It takes you both a moment to catch your breath, just basking in the afterglow. He kisses your shoulder asking if you’re okay. Turning your face to his when you don’t answer immediately, searching your face for any sign of discomfort. “I’m okay baby, I promise.” You sigh as he releases you, your tired body falling into the soft sheets below you. 
  He rubs your back for a moment before rolling out of bed to the bathroom. You have no idea what time it is, with the sun setting so early it could be six or nine and in the excitement of the day you didn’t eat or drink as much as you should have. Santi returns with a washcloth, wiping your face first and down your chest. He gently wipes both thighs and you shiver as he brushes the towel over that overworked spot between your legs. “I know it’s cold, I’m sorry.” His voice is low and calming like he’s approaching a frightened animal. The vulnerable and sweet Santi that you know and love talking you through the aftershocks. 
  He heads to the chair in the corner retrieving the phone you’d all but forgotten, sliding it in front of your face on the mattress. 
  “Why don’t you hit send for me cariño.” 
  🐈🐠: Message loading 
Here lies my Beloved baby girl- impatient, petulant, brat until the very end 
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thedarkcoven · 9 months
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Santiago Pope Garcia "Thot"
Think this speaks for all of us <3 (Not my vid came across it and so much yes lmao)
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Something to prove: Frankie Morales x fem!reader blurb
Read the warnings.
Summary: you’re wrong. And Frankie wants to prove it.
Genre: steam / implied smut. Teasing / sexual tension. Brat /brat tamer or Dom / sub vibes.
A/n: okay, look. Frankie is cool, calm and collected. Expect when he’s not. And I just love finding the things that flip that switch on his composure and create, specifically, a Frankie of the u n h i n g e d and f e r a l variety. (That was my initial concept and then… this defo grew somewhat darker than I’d intended, so please do read the warnings! I dunno what happened but I guess I went a bit feral too don’t look at me 🙈)
Spoilery Warnings: there are definite dub-con elements here. Frankie is not checking-in thoroughly for consent and there’s one point where his thought-process /actions outright disregards consent (it’s Frankie’s POV). In my head, reader is enthusiastically on-board for everything which happens during the fic and for what is implied off-screen, but that’s definitely not made explicit in the text or even the internal monologue as it usually would be, and Frankie doesn’t know that for sure all the time. Consider yourself warned. As well, some dumbification here, reader called “stupid girl” etc. So… it’s a slightly darker!Frankie than I would usually write or characterise rather than aiming for canon so much! Also, implied threesome (or similar) off-screen, so a smidge of Santiago x reader which I opted not to tag as it isn’t the main focus. Some dub-con from Santi too. Daddy kink warning (once). (Light) Choking. Spitting (once). Dom / Sun, Brat / brat tamer vibes. Fingering. Definite theme in the language of “it’s for your own good / I know what’s best for you” which could be triggering, and could count as coercion. Explicit.
MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY
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No, the voice in Frankie’s head blares, the word defeaning - although no sound passes his lips. No. No. No!
You’re wrong.
Even as Santiago smiles smugly. Says “you got that right, sweetie.”
No.
Frankie’s jaw writhes, his hand clawing into his own thigh even as a gentle titter spreads throughout the room, passed amiably from mirth-crinkled eye to slanted mouth.
He’s not angry at you. Not exactly.
When Benny had asked, as the juvenile truth or dare game progressed, who you thought would be best in the sack, you’d had to pick someone.
It’s just that you’re wrong.
It’s him.
In his head it’s him. In his head, no-one else can give it to you the way he’s imagined making you come undone. No-one else could have you unfurling the way he’s plotted so meticulously; late at night, as he’s bucked his straining length into his own fist, wishing it was the warm, enclosing wetness of you.
You’re wrong.
He feels his pulse drum in his throat. Feels his face pinch into something angular and hard.
He rips an abrupt swig of beer from the mouth of his bottle. Abrupt like the way he wants to tear a kiss from your mouth. Sudden and harsh, showing you your mistake.
He’s not angry at you. He’s not.
He’s angry at himself; for not showing you; that you’re wrong.
He stands. “Excuse me,” he mutters gruffly, pacing to the kitchen. Opening the fridge to give some passing pretence to his exit. His broad shoulders curl in towards the cold, seeking to calm his suddenly heat-pricked skin. His shirt pulls taut over the writhing muscles in his back.
You find him like this a moment later when you enter, your sweet voice preceding the sight of you. And fuck. The contrast of your softness to the way he’s growing rigid in his jeans has his eyes fluttering closed, lashes fanning to his cheek. Has the circle of his plush lips dropping open as a pulse of need zips along his aching shaft.
No. No. No.
You’re so wrong.
And, for some reason, the thought of correcting your mistake, by setting the record straight himself? It has him coming undone.
“The boys are so easy to please, huh?” you breeze, apparently completely unaware of his predicament. Of the blood rushing in his ears so hard he can barely even hear your voice. Unless… did he imagine that teasing, provocative edge in your tone?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Frankie is fixed in place now. Rigid and imposing. Breaths mildly ragged; frayed at the edges. He hears you hop your ass up onto the counter with a breathy little - and seemingly deliberate - mmhmph. Knows that’s where you’re at, because that’s where you usually sit. That’s your spot when Santiago is cooking, all of the squad gathered around the kitchen island. That’s when Frankie usually leans his long frame against the wall right by you. Drinks in the way your thighs swell - full and soft- as they press into the counter. Imagines slipping his broad hands on to your knees. Sliding the flat of his palms up to part your warm, supple thighs. Slipping his fingers beneath the hem of your tantalising dress until they can spear your heat.
“Santiago’s” -Frankie juts his chin and curls his lip as you say his name- “so fucking needy.”
The word needy falling from your lips does something to him. Sends a throb of heat and dull ache to his length.
You have no idea how needy he is.
How needy he has been for you.
So… No.
Not Santiago’s name in your mouth instead of his. Not fantasies of Santiago fucking you bleeding into your dreams, keeping you up at night, making you slick between your legs.
You’re wrong.
In his head you’re wrong. In his head he’s had you coming apart on his cock a thousand different times. A thousand different ways. He never leaves you anything less than sated, breathless, boneless. He’s good for you. He’s the best. He’s what you need.
You’re wrong.
A low grunt rises in his throat.
Then, finally, with effort, Frankie delicately snaps the fridge closed. Turns towards you, his usually soft gaze intense and hard. Tongue curling around his plush upper lip. It makes the tentative smile you offer drop from your face.
Frankie watches your eyes skim down his taut, long body. Imagines that he sees your pupils blowing-out. A swallow sinking in your neck as he approach you like this. Harsh. Dominant. Maybe how he should have been with you all along. Maybe you would’ve liked that better.
At least, if he had, that way you’d already know.
His pulse beats a drum in his chest. Fuck. Those thighs of yours make his arousal swell painfully in his jeans.
“You believe it?” he grits, abrupt and forceful. Something dark in him activating. Something he isn’t proud of. Something that feels primal. Hungry, after so long caged away.
Your eyes widen like prey. “Believe what?”
Frankie looks at your mouth. You don’t even know. Don’t even know what’s good for you, do you? That he’s good for you. He’s going to show you. “Don’t play dumb. You know ‘what’.”
He crosses to you. Slots his hips between your thighs. Stands over you, muscles taut and rigid. Primed; yet contained. Reaches his thumb and forefinger out to grip and lift the point of your chin; deceptively soft.
Your mouth falls open. There is a sharp intake of breath, as though his touch is electricity on your skin. You writhe yourself into the counter. Arch your chest towards him, even as your eyes widen with slight apprehension. He’s never spoken to you like that before. Has only ever been soft with you. And look where that’s gotten him. Not buried balls-deep into your cunt, that’s for sure. “F-Frankie… I…”
No. No excuses.
“He was the obvious answer.”
No.
“I had to say someone.”
No.
“I couldn’t say… I c-couldn’t say you, could I?”
“Why not?” He shoves the pad of his thumb past your lips and into your mouth before you can even answer, sliding it over your tongue. Doesn’t even care in that moment if you want it. He wants it. Needs it. But he loves how instantly you pucker your lips to suck. Loves that the hot, wet glide of your tongue obediently greets him.
An awed smile drags over his mouth as you hum around him, already becoming putty. He imagines the wet spot he could make you leave on the counter, your slit all shined for him.
“Stupid girl,” he purrs, tone dripping with condescension, his voice honey over gravel. You moan as he withdraws from your mouth. Shifts his hands to clamp down on your thighs, snaking up. “I could give it to you so much better.”
You bat your eyes at him. Toying with him, like you always do - he sees it now. “H-How am I supposed to know that? I’ve…” you bite down on your pillowy lower lip. Looks like a nice place to rest his cock while he shoves into your warm throat, he thinks. “I’ve never fucked either of you.”
Still. You should already know. You should know it’s him.
You should know you’re wrong.
Frankie’s nostrils flare. He drags the pad of his thumb along the seam of his lips. Contains the anger pulsing in him. Has half a mind to unzip his pants right here. To shove you down on the floor and to fill up that pretty mouth of yours right here. Wants to.
“But you want it, don’t you, kitten?” He’s almost certain now. Certain that he hasn’t been imagining it, all these months. The teasing. The glances. The comments. These silly little outfits you wear around him. You’ve been trying to drive him to distraction, haven’t you? Playing him and Santiago off of one another. Riling them both up. Waiting for one of them - or maybe even both of them - to snap.
He drags you to him then, abrupt, your hands flying out to steady yourself against the counter. Your heat coming to rest over the clothed, straining mass of him as he bucks his hips up, grinding up against you. You yelp and it’s a pretty, pathetic little sound. “Don’t you?” he bites off, impatient for an answer now.
You want that. You want him to take it, don’t you?
All you can respond with is a loose, breathy affirmative as Frankie clamps his hand around your jaw and throat. He feels your heartbeat fluttering in your neck. It feels - to him - like want thrumming beneath your skin. Raw and red.
He dips his mouth towards the shell of your ear next, the scent of your perfume sending him into even more of a frenzy. “Did anyone ever tell you you should be careful what you wish for?”
He grips you harder, and your eyes flash with momentary apprehension as his grip closes over your throat. In the next moment however, your gaze is muddied by a glassy, blooming contentedness. A rising hunger. He jostles your head and you move with it, already pliant for him. It’s almost as though this is what you’ve been waiting for. Baiting him to snap. Baiting him to show you what he’s capable of.
Stupid girl.
How have you managed without him all this time? You need him. Need him just like he needs you. Need him to show you.
“Open your mouth.”
“What?”
“Open it.”
You oblige, showing him your pretty pink tongue, and a groan unspools from his chest at how pretty you look like this. Then, without warning, Frankie spits into your mouth.
You jump slightly from the suddenness of it, though once you realise what’s happened, you appear to relish it. Swallow it down and look at him with an altogether wolfish grin.
“Mmm. Thank you, Daddy.”
Such a fucking tease. His cock is so hard in his pants now, his arousal throbbing against the thick, constricting seam. In need of release. In need of that little wet cunt of yours, like he’s imagined a thousand times.
Well, thanks to your little games, he’s done imagining.
“Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
Frankie grabs your hand. Tugs you down from the counter and back through the house.
“We’re leaving,” he announces to the remaining squad, paying their confused and concerned enquiries little mind. Then, he directs his next words only to Santiago. “You are too.”
The other man blinks in confusion. “Whu-“
When he responds, Frankie’s tone and his demeanour leave zero room for argument - he makes sure of it, the sounds carved sharp on the knife edge of his clenched teeth. “-Now.”
Santiago obliges rightaway. “Uh huh.”
“Hey. Big fella. What are we doing?” he asks as Frankie leads you hurriedly towards his truck, stalking down the gravel drive.
“Her.”
Frankie glances at Santiago in time to catch his thick eyebrows raise in surprise; but to his credit he only skips one pace before falling right back in step with him. “Oh. We are, huh?” Santiago looks to you. He looks hungry too. “Did you know about this, Princess?”
Frankie answers for you. “She knows exactly what she’s doing. And now, thanks to her, I’ve got something to prove.”
“Oh oh, Princesa,” Santiago purrs, a smug smirk claiming his mouth.
“Oh oh?” you ask with trepidation, as Frankie bundles you into the passenger seat of the car, clipping your seatbelt for you like you can’t do it for yourself. His eyes are consumed with fire as they meet yours, his tongue darting out along his lips. God, he could have you right here. Certainly doesn’t relish the waiting.
“Yeah,” Santiago breezes, slotting into the back. Frankie exchanges a dark, conspiratorial glance with Santiago in the wing mirror, before watching his buddy lean around the shoulder of your seat. “Honey. You’ve got no idea what you’re in for, do you?”
You’re wrong.
You’re so wrong. And Frankie’s gonna show you. Over and over.
“Get her ready, would you?” Frankie pipes up, not even dragging his eyes away from the road for a second. Even so, he hears you gasp and then moan in pleasure as Santiago’s nimble fingers peel the hem of your dress away from your thighs.
“It’s for your own good, Princess. You’re gonna need it,” Santiago explains as his fingers travel, finding the wet spot between your legs. “Frankie’s big.”
“Hmm. Sure. I’ve heard that before,” you punch out, in between abortive moans of pleasure as Santiago’s fingers work their way inside you.
“Oh, it’s not a brag, honey,” Santiago snickers. Frankie joins him in laughter, like the two of them share a joke that you’re just not in on. He slides his mouth up your throat. “Trust me. It’s a kindness.”
Frankie smiles. Clamps his hands down tighter on the wheel. Can’t wait to get you home.
You’re wrong.
You’re so wrong. And he’s going to show you.
You shouldn’t push someone with a dark side if you can’t handle the consequences, he thinks.
He risks a glance as you throw your head back, mouth dropping open in a silent moan of pleasure.
You’re wrong; but he’s going to have a lot of fun proving it.
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multiversesweets · 6 months
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based on the last Seb jrs ask imagine Charles trying to get them to wear a mini version of his Ferrari race suit with leclerc on it but the twins absolutely refusing to do so.
Partly to annoy their uncle who keeps trying ti get their maman to move back to Monaco. But mainly due to wanting a replica of Seb’s ferrari race suit
"no. no. no!" sandri crosses his arms resolutely, while santi refuses to even look at the red suit with an engraved leclerc on it's back.
the nannies were only exasperated by the way the twins were acting. they were unable to get the twins into their ferrari race suits, and they had been in a fierce stalemate since.
charles had quickly gotten impatient, and stormed the twin's rooms, only to witness the vehement denial of the two.
"what's happening here?" he asks, looking at the pouting pair, and when the nannies narrated how they were refusing to cooperate and providing no reasons as to why, charles knew he had to step in.
"what's wrong? why don't you want to wear your ferrari race suits?" he kneels down to their level, and really, tried to understand the situation. the twins were playful at best, but they weren't unreasonable brats. they're usually obedient and tacit like small adults.
"i don't like the name." santi replies without a hitch.
"our maman is a vettel." sandri points out, while santi nods continously.
charles' inhaled sharply, feeling insulted. you were FAR longer a leclerc than you were a vettel.... the twins understood the concept positively, but they wanted some... revenge.
"santiago hervé leclerc vettel and sandrino norbert leclerc vettel, if you don't run right now— i swear!" charles warns, while the twins grinned, running away in a flurry as they scramble to escape charles' ire.
you entrusted your shopping bags to someone else, tilting your head at their loud hysterics. they were supposed to be dressed already...
"excuse me?" you say, and the twins abruptly halted from their jog and looked back at you. they smiled widely and ran towards you, screaming, "maman!" loudly.
you lean down to accept their kisses, cupping their chubby cheeks. "you're supposed to be dressed already, what happened?" you interrogate.
the twins looked at eachother, silently. they play with their hands.
"je t'aime forever maman," they chorus, looking up at you with wide eyes, "mais nous sommes des vettels. nous portons le nom de papa." you giggle, brushing their little noses.
"yes you will, my dear babies."
but we are vettels, we wear papa's name.
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ohforficsakelibrary · 3 months
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Barbados
Summary: You've been carrying on with whatever this is for months, pushing and pulling, until one night Frankie wants control.
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Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!Reader
Word Count: ~2.2K
Rating: Explicit 18+ for smut/ Unprotected piv, edging, multiple orgasms (f), creampie, a hint of dom!Frankie, a dash of brat-tamer!Frankie, still a Consent King, a pinch of blasphemy, y'all are gonna get a noise complaint / Minors DNI
A/N: As with Dominica, this is written about these two idiots, but flipped to the reader's perspective. Can be read as a standalone, only a few tiny, non-critical nods to the series.
Happy Frankie Friday to all those who celebrate.
Eight months into whatever this is, Frankie pulls noises from your throat that you’ve never made in your life.
And to think, you had fought him on it.
You’d been working each other up all evening, spiking heated glances over the dinner table as you listened to Pope go on about something. 
Can’t remember what. 
You’d both unceremoniously deposited Santi in his room next door, each smacking your key cards against the reader so quickly that it took three tries to unlock as Frankie groaned into your mouth and you pawed at his belt. This room was one of yours.
Can’t remember whose. 
It doesn’t matter, one key eventually worked. 
In your haste to have each other after a month apart you’d skipped his mouth, and his fingers, and everything you would have demanded if you’d had more sense.
Sense. The thing he simultaneously robs you of and delivers in spades to every starving nerve ending.
The two of you hadn’t even made it to the bed. 
Frankie’s behind you on the couch, your upper body draped over the armrest as he works his way inside you.
“Mmfh, hold on, wait, wait, wait,” your hand finds his where it’s wrapped around your hip and immediately he stills as you hiss through clenched teeth.
“Shit. Baby, talk to me.”
“Just. A little sharp.”
“No, I should have…” he makes a move to pull out completely.
Your hand flies back to his hip, “Francisco Morales, don’t you dare.”
“Baby, just let me taste you,” he barely has the tip of his cock inside you now as he cranes to drop kisses along your spine, “get you all warm and ready for me. ”
“I’m fucking ready for you now.”
Stubborn as a moose is not the saying, but Frankie reckons it should be.
“Baby, please, I’m not doing this if it hurts.” 
He’s mad at himself, more than anything. Frankie doesn’t fuck around with this. He knows what he is. 
He’s normally so methodical. He has his procedures. His checklist. You blew right through it and in his haze of want—he let you.
You’re doing it even now as your nails bite into his hip when he makes a move to pull away.
“Baby…” he urges again.
“No.”
Talons of irritation tug at the back of his scalp.
And he gives in to them.
“You know what, fine,” he growls, hands leaving you completely as something shifts, “you do it then.”
You move to bring one of his warm palms back to your skin but he snatches it away.
“No. That’s all you. You wanna take me? Take me. Go ahead.”
Oh. 
A Frankie Mood.
He hasn’t had you in a month and already they’ve returned with a vengeance. 
You throw him a look over your shoulder, half expecting to see his arms crossed over his chest. One hand’s braced on the back of the sofa, and you can feel the heat from the other where it hovers over your hip. 
His bottom lip is trapped between teeth.
Okay, Frankie.
You prop yourself up off the arm of the sofa with one hand, reaching down with the other to guide the tip of his cock against your entrance, gently shifting your hips and rocking back onto his hard length at your own pace, moaning as you do. 
A pace you’ve slowed way down for his torture benefit.
It smarts a little less and you take a little more.
But this stopped being about that a few inches ago.
You can hear Frankie sucking sharp breaths in through his nose. The back of the sofa creaks with the white-knuckled pressure he’s subjecting it to. 
While his words are bold, his body’s barely held together.
But he’s composed enough not to give you the satisfaction of the moan that’s bursting at the back of his throat.
“God, Frankie,” you breathe when the curve of your ass meets his stomach.
He barks a dark laugh.
“Oh, I thought you could take this whole thing,” he leans to cover you with his body, nose skimming the shell of your ear.
“I’ve still got two more inches here for you, babe,” he continues to taunt just before he bites down on your earlobe, soothing it with his tongue.
“What are you gonna do about that?”
You have half a mind to flip him off of this couch and onto the floor.
Instead you drop your chest back down to the arm of the sofa, tip your hips forward, and squeeze around him.
It makes him give you the last two himself.
It hadn’t taken long for you to discover how to short his brain and send his hips slamming into yours in search of more.
“Ohh, you little…” he’s growling but you can feel the smile against your ear. 
He loves this.
The push and pull.
You guide his hand to your clit, where he immediately starts rubbing slow circles with his middle and ring fingers.
He’s gonna drag this out.
You tip your face to meet his mouth, sucking on his bottom lip before he gives you his tongue. 
“You okay?” He whispers softly when you break for air.
“Yeah, baby.” 
Frankie drops a kiss in your hair before he bucks his hips against you without pulling out.
“Fuck,” you gasp.
“Mmmm,” he rumbles, sitting up and holding your hips with both hands. He gives you a few tentative strokes, slowly, palms mapping the contours of your back until you take it upon yourself to push against him. 
“You’re so fuckin’ impatient, aren’t you,” his hips don’t falter from their lazy pace as one hand grabs the back of your neck. “So fucking greedy for me. For this cock.”
You clench down around him to make your point, smiling when he groans, his hips stuttering.
“You know what?” He brings his face to your ear, “let me have it, baby.”
Control. 
Let him have control.
He can’t see the way you arch an eyebrow in challenge, but he knows it’s there on your face.
“Fine,” you whisper and cant your hips back against him. 
“Need a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’ gatita.”
“Yes. Frankie.” It’s sour in your mouth as you say it. But you trust him. Trust that he’ll take care of you. That he’ll work you up and over and through until “yes Frankie” is all that you can scream.
You trust that he’ll take you past the point of words.
And so “yes Frankie” it is.
He rewards you by picking his pace up to something you luxuriate in, humming with approval as warmth builds low in your belly. You instinctively reach down between your legs and Frankie immediately pulls your hand away.
“That’s mine,” he growls, “and I’m not ready for it yet.”
You bury your face into the armrest and moan in petulant protest.
The hand on the back of your neck soothes, rubbing down over your shoulder blades. He follows the motion with his mouth and you arch up into him. 
You can feel his eyes on you, reading your body in the absence of your face. He slows his pace when your breath goes shallow and waits for it to deepen again before building you back up. 
When your fingers dig into the armrest, he nearly stops, holding you in place by the hips, grinding his pelvis against you. He leans forward to drop kisses at the base of your neck and scrapes the scruff on his chin down your spine, the prickle of it giving you another sensation to latch on to. After a few moments, he skates a massive palm over your skin to wipe the feeling away, hooking it over your shoulder and yanking you backwards faster against him.
The next time he pulls you back from the brink it’s with a hand in your hair and teeth in the curve of your shoulder.
He unwinds you like rope, pulling at each cord, twisting until it frays, until all that’s left is you pleading and panting in front of him.
By the fourth time you’re telling him to go fuck himself, and he’s purring in your ear that no you feel much better between thrusts that drag the crown of his cock over every spot inside you with the capacity to light you up, he’s just doing it too slowly to cause a spark.
“Frankie, I swear to God…” 
“You can swear all you want, gatita, God isn’t here. Just me.”
And oh but He is, in the searing palms that hold you firm, the thick, clever fingers that finally slip down to where he fills you to rub tight circles against where he knows you need him most. 
In the way your ears ring when he speeds his hips and his hands up—and finally allows you to break. 
A gasp, a captured breath, and a cry when you exhale again.
Except now, he doesn’t stop.
“Frankie, fuck, Frankie, Frankie, Fr…Fran…FranKIE,” discretion abandoned in favor of open-mouthed pleasure. His pace is brutal and you don’t care who knows that he handles you with a pilot’s precision, one hand encouraging the arch in your back, pulling where it’s wound in your hair, fingers of the other working faster over your clit.
You’re keening as you claw at fabric and bury your face in the armrest, Frankie never letting up as your walls clamp down around him again. 
He grits his teeth through your torture, grunting as he continues. 
He continues until you’re laughing deliriously. 
Until you’re growling.
Whining.
Sobbing.
Jesus, Catfish. Don’t kill her. Frankie’s phone buzzes with a text from Santiago. 
Neither of you notice.
You’ve angled your hips to take all of him, hair in your face, death-grip on the armrest because it’s the only thing keeping you here.
He cracks you one last time, has you crying and moaning and screaming for him in the seconds before he holds you fast, deafening you with the guttural scream that rips from his chest as he pumps you full of him, stuttering hips fucking hot spend into you as desperate cries escape his throat.
His teeth sink into your shoulder and his weight becomes yours to bear when he finally quiets and collapses, sucking open-mouthed kisses into your sweat-damp neck between gasps for air.
You stay a moment like this.
Feeling his lungs fill at your back. 
Feeling his heart hammer against your spine.
He finds himself enough to take his weight, but your hand grips his hair before he can move much further.
“The couch,” you pant a warning and he catches your logic in his hormone-addled brain, wrapping an arm around your waist and rolling you with him down to the hardwood floor.
His body breaks your fall.
Broad palms roam your stomach, up over your breasts and down again, hot, ragged breath rasping over the shell of your ear and catching in your curls.
He guides your hips up enough to allow him to pull out with a groan before he encourages you over, one hand immediately flying to the base of your skull to bring your mouth to his. 
You can feel the warm rush of him between your thighs.
“Was that okay?” He sighs against your lips.
“More than, baby.”
“I missed you.”
And you hum with a smile, raking damp hair out of his face.
You missed him too.
Both of your phones clatter repeatedly against coffee table glass and it finally spurs Frankie to his feet.
You both still alive?
You need electrolytes?
Fish, rub some sugar on her gums.
You read the group texts aloud from your back on the floor and Frankie laughs, returning with a warm washcloth and your underwear.
All good, Santi. So good.
Frankie sits on the couch and kisses your stomach as you stand and shimmy your panties up your legs. He pulls you to curl against him where he can still trail his nose over your sweat-slick neck.
How do I know Fish didn’t take your phone? Proof of life.
It’s tossed offhandedly with a smile. He doesn’t expect his screen to light up with a photo from Fish.
The look on your face in the photo is apologetic, one hand raking the hair out of your eyes, the other holding your phone with the screen lit to display the date and time. Frankie is behind you with his nose pressed into your hair and a Cheshire cat grin playing on his lips.
God, on the COUCH?
Sorry, not sorry, Pope. Is his answer.
Santi offers only the eye-roll emoji in response. 
_____
Fifteen minutes later, when you’re both showered and in bed, Frankie’s head resting on your stomach and your hand gently raking through his freshly washed hair, your phone fills the room with blue light.
From Santiago to you alone.
You’re better for him than you know.
The truth is, he hasn’t seen the man smile like that since his daughter was born. 
I can’t save him, Pope.
No. But you can make him feel.
And you understand exactly what he means because someone once did the same for you.
You stretch and Fish moves, rolling you onto your side where he can fit against your back, solid arm locked around your waist, breath brushing peacefully against your neck. 
Yeah. 
You can make him feel.
And sometimes that’s enough.
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Just A Little Push
Pairing: William Miller x Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff and Smut
Summary: William Miller was a gentleman. No matter what. If a woman was in need, he helped her. He always tried to be respectful, but what happens when you are pushing his buttons long enough?
Warnings: Reader is drunk, but not that drunk. Will is so done with you being a brat but he is also horny. Both of them are idiots. "Just the tip, oops, its fully in." Don't drink and drive, even if it's just a beer. It's only okay in fics. Lots of typos cause I'm too tired to edit.
A/N: Just a little something cause I miss my sexified Disney Prince.
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Will was in trouble and it all started with Benny. It always started with Benny.
Damn his overly friendly nature. If they were dogs, Benny would be a Labrador. Or a Golden Retriever. Whatever dog breed is the most eager to make friends.
The boys had a favourite bar they liked hanging out at. The place was clean, the bartender was cool, the music was good, the drinks had reasonable prices. They liked it here. When Benny got drunk he always wandered over to other tables to chit chat. With complete. Fucking. Strangers.
So far it didn't get him in trouble, the other people just laughed with him and shared some stories then Benny got back to the boys to retell their tales.
Until one time a bigger group of women entered the bar.
They were pretty, they were in a good mood, and they happened to occupy the table next to the boys.
All of them gave the group a once over as they passed and Benny being Benny couldn't keep his mouth shut.
"Hiii giiirrrls." - he greeted them with a big grin.
The ladies giggled at the clearly drunk young man.
"Hello random citizen." - you answered and lifted your hand.
Benny high fived you as you walked by him and laughed, watching as you all got comfortable at the table.
"Allow me to buy your first drinks." - he said over Pope and Frankie's shoulders.
Your friends got excited but you narrowed your eyes then looked at the other man who was facing your table, the one who was sitting next to this fella.
"He doesn't have any money, does he?" - you whispered loudly like the boy you were talking about shouldn't hear this conversation.
"Nope!" - Frankie turned around with a laugh before William could answer the question.
"Hey! I do have money! Right here... Right... here..." - Benny patted down his pockect confused.
"You left your purse at home, you dumbass." - William reminded him.
"Oh, right!" - they younger man pouted as he remembered it suddenly. - "Sorry ladies!"
"That's what I always tell my dates when they want to split the check!" - one of your friends said and your table roared with laughter while you shook your head.
"That's such a cheap trick, dude!" - you told Benny.
"I swear it was an accident!" - he told his friends at the table who waved him off, then Benny winked at you and you snorted, rolling your eyes.
"Tell you what, we have a round with my friends then I let you kick my ass at darts and you can pay for our drinks. Would that make you feel better?" - you asked.
"Aww, you'd do that for me?" - Benny asked hopefully.
"Hey, not all heroes wear capes."
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That's how it started. From then on, on most Friday nights the two friend groups met at the bar and they pushed their tables together to drink and complain about work, bills, relatives or bad dates.
Sometimes the girls got a bit too drunk and the boys offered to take them home. Usually Frankie was the driver since he never drank alcohol, but sometimes it was Will, when Frankie wasn't there. Will only drank a shot and one or two beers at tops, so he was good to go.
The boys were also the protectors when it came to other drunk dudes trying to approach you or your friends. Frankie, Santi, Benny and William were all very handsome men and you and your friends liked to thank their help with hugs and pecks on the cheek. Benny also noticed your hugs and kisses lingered a tiny bit more when you were seated next to Will and his arm somehow always ended up around your shoulder to keep you at his side when you wanted to pull away. When he first did that you looked at him with a smile, but with a curious gaze.
"So other men don't get funny ideas." - he said and you thanked him again, resting your head on his shoulder.
Benny smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at Will when the older brother's eyes landed on him across the table as he took a sip from his drink while you were laying against him, talking to the girl sitting on your other side.
Will narrowed his eyes at Benny, daring him to say something stupid, but thankfully the younger man stayed quiet.
Will then turned to Santi to continue to talk with him and after a few minutes he felt as you grabbed his hand that was across your shoulder and started playing with his fingers. He turned his head to look at your joined hands then down at you and he realized you did that absentmindedly as you were slowly nodding at the things your friend was saying. Will nuzzled your hair with his nose playfully, and he sucked in a breath when your other hand landed on one of his thighs. He squeezed your hand warningly, but that only ended with you squeezing his thigh in return, then continued to caress it.
He leaned more down until his lips found your ear.
"What are you up to?"
He smiled when he heard your giggle, then you turned your head on his shoulder to look up at him.
"Nothing." - you replied with an innocent smile.
"Mhm, yeah. You want another drink?"
His face was close to yours, with your noses almost touching. Fuck, you loved his eyes. You shook your head as your eyes dropped to his lips for a second, then you look up again.
"No. I'm getting sleepy. Can you take me home?"
Will's face fall a little. It was still so early and you wanted to go home. He was looking forward to this night to see you again after one week and you were barely here for two hours, but you wanted to end the night early. He also was hoping he could gather the courage to ask you out on a date, but looks like luck wasn't on his side tonight.
He squeezed your hand again.
"Of course, sweetheart."
After about two minutes of saying your goodbyes to the group, you wrapped your hands around Will's arm and he escorted you out and to his car. He opened the door for you and helped you climb in, being careful that you don't bang your head as you got it. When he sat on the drivers side and started the car, he saw that you were still struggling with the seatbelt, then you looked up at him with pleading eyes.
"Help."
Will laughed and reached over and with one move he easily pulled the belt over you and clicked it in place.
"My eye-hand coordination is even worse when I'm drunk."
"Well, you did say coordination without any trouble so I think you're doing pretty good, especially compared to a drunk Benny."
Will grinned when he heard your giggles and he started to drive you home.
You made small talk during the ride, but William noticed that your eyelids dropped close for a few seconds every once in a while.
When he stopped in front of the building you opened the door to get out, but when you learned forward the seatbelt pulled you back.
"Ah!"
"Stay put, baby." - Will chuckled and he got out of the car and walked over to your side.
He leaned inside and undid your seatbelt, hearing that you sniffed him while he was close to you. When he pulled back to take your hand and help you climb out he saw that you had a dreamy smile on your face.
"Come on, let's get you inside." - he pulled you up, closed the door then locked the car.
He let you lean against him as you walked to the door and he helped you find the keys in your bag and opened the door for you again. When you reached the stairs you whined.
"I hate these stairs so much I could cry!"
"We don't want that now, do we?" - he asked and he leaned down to pick you up, bridal style.
You yelped and hold onto him for dear life.
"Oh my god, we're gonna fall down!"
"Have some faith in me, darling." - Will said effortlessly as he carried you up.
When he rounded the second floor you hummed.
"Jeez, just how strong are you?"
"Depends."
You frowned.
"On what?"
"For you, I could move a mountain." - he winked at you, making you giggle. - "Your turn." - he said as he stopped at your door.
You looked down at the keys in your hand and furrowed your brows to concentrate on fiding the right one.
Will watched you amused and waited patiently while you were searching.
"Ha!" - you held the key up in triumph, making Will chuckle then after three attempts you succesfully opened your door.
Will put you down on the other side of the doorstep without him entering your apartment.
"Mission accomplished, ma'am."
You giggled again and Will's heart ached a little that it was the last time he heard that sound tonight.
"Not quite." - you said cheekily. - "What if I fell while I try to go to my bed? What if I hurt myself bad?" - you pouted.
Will took in a deep breath, then licked his lips as he looked you over.
"I would feel really bad."
You smiled as you took a step back to let him in.
He slowly walked through the door and looked around as you closed the door behind him. Then lock it.
He turned his head to look at you as you flicked on the lights.
"You want something to drink?" - you asked you kicked off your shoes and he leaned down to untie his, not wanting to mess up your flat.
"No, thank you."
You walked around him to go towards the kitchen, but you only put down your bag on one of the chairs then you turned around, only to bump into his chest.
He grabbed your upper arms to steady you and you looked up into his stupidly beautiful eyes.
"Careful."
You gulped.
"Yeah." - you slowly took hold of his hand and started leading him into your bathroom.
After turning on the lights there too, you walked in front of the mirror, but slipped on the tiles and took hold of the counter with your free hand.
Will quickly put his hand behind your back to catch you in case you fall back, but you managed to gain back your balance.
"Jesus, girl."
"Help." - you said again with innocent eyes as you held up a cotton pad and a bottle for him.
Will chuckled as he took the items from you, inspecting the bottle.
He saw that the label said 'make-up remover foam' and he looked at you.
"I put this on the cotton or on your face?"
"On my face then you use this" - you pointed to the cotton - "to get it everywhere." - you gestured to your whole face.
"Okay..." - Will sighed, hoping he won't be too rough or poke your eyes out.
He first washed his hands and helped you wash yours, then he lifted you up to sat you on the counter and got to work.
He carefully applied some foam on one of your cheeks and started to carefully move it over that side of your face with the cotton pad.
"You have to apply a bit more pressure to get the make up off."
William did as he was told like a good soldier, still being careful. He saw as your make-up started to come off and he threw the pad on the trashcan next to the counter, then grabbed a clean one to continue.
He started smiling when he saw that you were smiling too with your eyes closed.
"Feels good?"
"Yeah." - you giggled, then after a few seconds you lifted your chin to show him your neck and he licked his lips as he cleaned your skin there too.
He leaned back a little to inspect you and his eyes softened when he saw how beautiful you looked even without the make-up.
"All done."
You opened your eyes and turned to the mirror to see how you looked.
"Good job, Ironhead."
"I tried my best, ma'am. What's next?"
"Help." - you said holding your arms out.
Will grabbed you under your armpits and picked you up from the counter and placed you on your feet.
You turned on the tap and washed your face, then held out your hand again sideways.
William followed that line and picked up your towel to give it to you.
You closed the tap and dried your face, then you put the towel back and faced him with a grin.
"Beautiful." - he said as he was looking at your face with a soft smile.
"Liar." - you narrowed your eyes.
"You see, when someone compliments you, you say thank you, let's try again."
You rolled your eyes.
"Nuh-uh." - he grabbed your hand and made you look at him. - "Ready?"
"No."
Will's gaze moved over your face as he took you in.
"You're beautiful." - he said in the most sincere voice you ever heard from anyone.
You looked deep in his eyes, getting lost in the beautiful colour for a few seconds.
Then you quickly shook your head and narrowed your eyes.
"Liar."
Will sighed defeated.
"You're impossible." - he said.
"You are impossible!" - you argued.
"No, you."
"No, you!"
"Brat."
You gasped again with wide eyes and Will smirked.
"Go get me my pajamas!" - you pointed to the door.
"You're cute when you're angry." - he kissed your cheek quickly then he was out the door.
A huge grin appeared on your face then you hid it in your hands.
"Where are they?" - you heard him yell from your bedroom.
"On the chair at my dressing table!"
After a few seconds Will returned with the asked items.
"Cute." - he said as he held up the folded pants and shirt, with the front of the shirt displaying the 'Barbie' logo.
"Hey, it was on sale." - you defended yourself.
"Sure, with the movie only being out for a month." - Will teased as he walked to you and handed them to you.
You narrowed your eyes at him again and he looked you up and down.
"You need help with changing too, princess?"
You licked your lips.
"In fact I do." - you said matter of factly and lifted your arms.
Will's heart started to beat faster as he looked over your body again. He took in a deep breath trying to stop his blood from rushing to the one part of his body he doesn't want it to, not like it fucking helped.
He stepped closer to you and grabbed the bottom of your top and slowly started to move it up, not daring to look at your revealed skin, but when it uncovered your bra he couldn't help but steal a glance.
Big mistake.
The bra was cupping your soft breasts perfectly and he wanted nothing more than to sank his teeth into the flesh that peeked out above the lace and bite it hard to leave a mark, then soothe the pain by licking it over with his hot tongue.
When the shirt was off he threw it on the top of the laundry hamper, then he grabbed the Barbie shirt and helped you put it on. Once you were covered, you reached behind your back under your shirt and unclasped your bra then you pulled it off from the front and threw it on the laundry basket too.
"Nice trick."
You grinned and took the pajama bottoms with one hand and you grabbed Will's hand with your other and lead him to the bedroom.
You undid your belt and buttons then pulled down your zipper, pulled down the jeans to your thighs them sat on the bed and lifted your legs.
"Help."
Will snorted and grabbed your jeans by the waist, but you stopped him.
"No, they won't come off like that, you have to grab the end of one leg and pull it. Hard."
"Uuuhh, okay."
He grabbed one of the ends and started pulling on it and he lifted his eyebrow when it didn't even move.
"The wonders of skinny jeans." - you explained with a chuckle.
Will started to pull again. Harder.
"Wooo!" - you grabbed the sheets hard when with the movement he yanked on your whole body.
"Jesus Christ, how do you even pull them on?!"
"It's not that hard, honestly. I don't know what happens when I wanna pull them down!"
"Okay. Hold on to the mattress. Tight."
You gulped and did as you were told.
"Ready?"
"I think so."
William gripped the material harder and yanked on it roughly and it finally slipped a little lower.
"Oh yeah, keep going!" - you encouraged him.
He stopped and looked at you tilting his head and lifting an eyebrow.
You sucked your lips between your teeth when you realized how that sounded and you giggled.
"Sorry."
"Be a good girl and stay put."
You bit down on your lower lip and Will smiled and rolled his eyes when he saw how your eyes sparkled.
He yanked on your jeans again and that side slipped off your leg.
"Oh, look at you, you got it!"
He gestured with his hand to lift your other leg and with the same technique he managed to yank it off your calf with one move.
"You're a pro already."
"I'm a quick learner." - he winked as he folded your jeans and put them on a nearby chair.
You pulled on your pajama shorts and tried to climb under the blanket, but it somehow got twisted and you couldn't kick it into place.
Will kneeled on the bed with one leg and shushed you like one would to a small child, and grabbed the blanket, shook it once, then put it over you.
You grabbed the side that was at your neck and pulled it closer as you turned to face away from him, tucking it under your chin.
Will looked over your form once again, before he sighed and turned to leave.
"Where are you going?" - you asked as you sat up in the bed, when you heard his footsteps get further.
"Home?" - he asked confused.
A hurtful look appeared on your face and you patted the spot next to you.
"No, uh-uh, I'm going home." - he said as he started to walk backwards towards your door.
Your lower lip quivered and you patted the spot again.
"Sweetheart? Don't do this, please? You know I can't stay." - he pleaded. The hurt look on your face killed him.
"Why?"
"You know why."
"No, I don't. Cuddle me? Just until I fall asleep? Please, William."
He was so torn. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around you, and even maybe...
No. You were drunk he can't do that. And he doesn't trust himself once he lays down next to you.
"Princess..."
"Please? I feel so safe in your arms."
Fuck.
"Just for a few minutes I promise." - you said as you laid down facing him and lifted the blanket.
Fuck, how can he say no? You look so pretty and vulnerable it is killing him to leave you like this.
But-
"I'm getting cold." - you said in a small voice.
All of his willpower crumbled at those tree words and his shoulders sank with the deep sigh that left his body. He slowly walked back to the bed, sat down then laid next to you, pulling the blanket over both of you. He extended one arm as he faced you so you can snuggle close to him, but of course you turned from the sweet little princess he loved dearly to that fucking brat that annoyed him so much when you rolled on your other side and scooted backwards to push your ass against his groin. As deep as you could.
He put a firm hand on your hip and squeezed it.
"That was fucking blackmailing."
You grabbed his hand and pulled it over you to place it against your tummy as you slipped even closer if it was possible.
"You could've left."
"Fucking brat."
"Oh, I'm gonna feel so bad for you for having to cuddle a chick, just gimme a sec."
"We shouldn't do this."
"Why?"
"You're drunk."
You snorted.
"I'm tipsy. Big difference."
"You're still a brat."
"Hmmm, maybe you should teach me a lesson."
"Keep acting like one and I will."
"Oohhh, is that a threat?"
"A promise." - he said as he moved his hips a little and you suddenly felt his bulge, pushing into your ass.
You grinned and arched your back, but Will pulled his hips back.
"Stop."
"I don't want to."
"You should."
You rolled on your other side to face him and pushed your nose to his as you hooked a leg over his hip.
"Just a little."
"Bad girls don't get shit." - he put his hand on your thigh to stop you from slipping closer. He still could feel the heat between your legs. Fuck.
"You're still in my bed."
"You're still annoying as fuck."
"You're cute when you're like this."
"Like what?"
"Trying to control yourself when all you wanna do is to rip my clothes off and fuck me." - you whispered and licked his lips with the tip of your tongue.
He enjoyed your affections for a few more seconds before he pulled his head back and squeezed your thigh again.
"You're just acting like this, because you are drunk."
You pouted.
"I'm not drunk, just tipsy."
"Still. It's the alcohol."
"It's not."
He lifted an eyebrow.
"Okay, it does make me a bit bolder..."
Will sighed and looked up to the ceiling.
"...but!" - you said as you rolled him on his back and straddled his waist. - "I'm glad, because I can finally act upon my feelings." - you started rocking your pussy over his bulge.
William growled and closed his eyes as he grabbed your hips and helped you move on him.
"What feelings?" - he asked in a low voice.
"That I like you, silly." - you kissed his neck.
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. You know drunk people tell the truth."
"So you admit that you are drunk." - he opened his eyes and smirked.
You sighed defeated.
"Now who's the annoying one?"
"You." - he replied, then looked down watching as your hips moved against his.
You bit your lip and reached down to move your pajama shorts and panties to the side.
Will's pupils dilated as he saw your wet pussy rub against the tent in his jeans and you moaned softly when the rough material grazed your clit.
"What do you think you're doing, huh?" - he asked, but he didn't do anything to stop you.
"Just a little? Please? It feels sooo good." - you pleaded as you rubbed your clit faster on him.
"Little slut. Using me to get off." - he grumbled and he grabbed your hips and helped you move. He even lifted his hips in the same rhythm you were rubbing your pussy all over his erection. - "You're ruining my jeans."
"We can help with that." - you said as you started unbuckling his belt.
"Fuck, please no. Please no." - he closed his eyes, but again, did nothing to stop you.
"We just put the tip in."
"We won't do shit."
"You're free to leave." - you reminded him.
"You're free to come."
You giggled.
"Not without you, handsome." - you winked and lifted yourself when you were done opening his jeans and he lifted his hips when you tugged them down along with his boxer briefs. His long, fat cock sprung free, and your eyes widened while you removed your pajama bottoms and panties.
Wow, maybe you really just gonna put the tip in, look at that.
"I don't think you can handle that, princess." - he panted.
"Fucking watch me, Ironhead."
"It's okay, I still think you're cute."
You bit your lip as you grabbed his cock and positioned it at your pussy and you moved your hips so the tip of it slipped between your lips.
"Fuucckkk!" - Will cursed and he watched as you pushed his cock against his abdomen as you started slipping your pussy over the lenght of it from the base to the tip then back over and over again. - "Fucking tease."
"You want me to stop?"
"Don't you dare. Fuck, that's so hot." - he growled as he watched you ruin him.
His hands started to wander under your shirt and you grabbed the material and pulled it over your head, then threw it somewhere far. Will's hands immediately slipped to your boobs and he started squeezing and playing with them, making you moan.
You reached down to grab his cock and put his tip at your dripping entrance.
"Just the tip, right?"
"Mhm." - you confirmed as you sank down a little, making the head slip inside.
You both shuddered at the feeling and you moved a little up and down, making it slip out and back in.
"Hmm, you're so warm." - Will said as he reached down and squeezed your asscheeks with both of his hands. It made your pussy pulse and his cock slipped a little deeper. - "What do you think you're doing?" - he growled.
"Sorry." - you said as you moved your hips wilder, making your pussy swallow his cock more.
"Stop it. Fucking stop it." - he groaned as he snapped his hips forward out of instinct and grabbed your hips harder to pull you down more on him.
"Deeper. Of fuck, Will, deeper." - you moaned hungrily and Will fucking lost every ounce of willpower.
He fucked up into you with long, deep thrusts while you tried to copy his rhythm, but he was holding you so hard, the only thing you could do was to take it.
He bent his knees suddenly, and when his thighs hit your ass you fell forward. You caught yourself by putting your hands on either sides of his head and you gasped as your nose bumped into his. He used the opportunity and kissed you deeply, licking his way into your mouth and sucking on your tongue hard.
"This is what you wanted? Huh? You wanted me to fuck you?" - he asked as you bounced back and forth on top of him.
"Yes... Yeeesss... So good, baby." - you whined and kissed him again, then buried your face into his neck to bite his skin and suck deep marks in it.
William rewarded your actions with a few spanks on your ass, then he rubbed the skin to ease the pain.
"You always get what you want?"
"Only from you. You love me too much." - you replied as you cupped his jaw with one hand and smiled at him teasingly.
"Little brat." - he smirked and kissed you much more gently than before, then pushed you up. - "Ride me. Show me how much you wanted this cock."
You grinned and put your hands on his abdomen to help you move your hips back and forth faster and faster.
"You're so drenched, princess." - Will teased as he watched you move on him, trying to take a mental picture of you. You looked happy and wild and so damn beautiful like this. - "Squeezing me so good. You wanted this for so long, huh?"
You could only nod as you felt your orgasm approaching. He was sooo deeeeep. His tip reached a spot inside you that made you move harder and harder on him to feel his cock rub against it again and again.
"Touch yourself, baby. I want you to cum on my cock. Cum all over it."
You started caressing your clit and Will bit down on his lip hard as he watched you. This was everything he dreamed of and more. You felt so good around him and he was so turned on by you it drove him crazy. He started fucking up into you again, making you cry out. - "Ch-ch-ch. You wanted it, remember? Then fucking take it."
"Fuck, Will, you're so.... Soooo... Fuck!"
You threw your head back suddenly as the most powerful orgasm hit you. You cried out loudly and pushed yourself down on him as hard as you could to feel it shook through you deep deep deep. You moaned loudly with every wave that passed and your could feel his hands grip you harder.
"Where?"
"Inside, please, please, please!"
"You needy little slut. Fucking greedy for my cum!" - he groaned as his hips snapped forward hard as he started pumping his cum as deep inside you as he could.
"Will, Will! Oh my god!" - your eyes rolled back when you felt his hot cum fill you up and your legs started to shake from the intense orgasm.
You collapsed on top of him and he caught you with a weak groan. He wrapped his arms around you and started caressing your back when he heard you start crying.
"What's wrong, princess?"
You shook your head and kissed him sloppily. Will could taste the salt from your tears and he kissed you until you pulled away for air.
"Nothing. Nothing's wrong." - you panted and touched your forehead against his. - "This was... the most intense... orgasm I've... ever had."
Will chuckled relieved and kissed your lips sweetly.
"Same, baby. It was incredible. Fuck, you're shaking like a leaf." - he said as he looked down at your body and you laughed, wiping your tears.
"You were so deep I'd be surprised if you didn't break my spinal cord. Fuck. Guys like you are the reason women can't walk after sex!"
Will started laughing hard.
"Sweetheart, you were riding my cock like you were possessed, if someone broke your spine it was you."
"Help." - you said and Will grinned wide, helping you climb off him and you collapsed on the bed next to him like a ragdoll. - "Shit, I'm serious, I think my legs aren't functioning properly."
"Let me fix that." - he said as he slipped lower then rolled on his stomach between your legs.
"What are you doing?" - you asked and you pushed yourself on your elbows to watch him.
"Someone's gotta clean up this mess and it looks like it ain't gonna be you, princess." - he said then licked your mixed juices off your clit, making your eyes roll back. - "That's it, baby. Relax. Let me take care of you."
"Marry me." - you whined weakly.
Will laughed.
"You say this now, but if you're gonna be pissed when sober you is waking up next to a naked me in the morning, I'm gonna kick your ass."
You smiled.
"Maybe naked you should remind sober me what happened the night before."
"You'd like that wouldn't you?" - he asked, kissing the inside of your thigh.
"Shut up and eat, Ironhead."
"Shut up and enjoy it, brat."
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murphy congrats on 5k!!!! ahhh you deserve it all<3333
for the celebration, if possible could i request a lil blurb with the prompt “it’s always been you.” with dbf!santi?
once again congrats🥳🥳
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Cards On The Table.
dads bestfriend!santiago garcia x female reader
warnings - cursing. unspecified age gap.
note - thank you babe!! you’re too sweet <3
written for my 5k celebration - post here, masterlist here, inbox here.
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“Why are you being a brat?”
You scoff, shaking your head incredulously.
“Me? I’m being a brat?”
“Yeah. You are. Cut that shit out.”
You’re stood outside your front door, Santi’s fingers wrapped tightly around your wrist. Your family and friends are in the backyard, enjoying the barbecue that your dad is perfecting.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do, Santiago.”
He sighs deeply, hunching over and putting his hands on his knees. He looks as done as you feel.
“I didn’t drag you here to argue.”
“Then why did you?”
He’d snapped at you in the kitchen, one of your many comments of the day finally adding up. Snatching at your wrist, he’d pulled you forcefully out the front and onto the porch, shutting the door behind him quietly.
“I- I want to know what’s the matter with you. Why you’ve been so upset with me today.”
Your breath catches in your throat. You weren’t quite prepared for his honesty, or the fact that he’d noticed how unhappy you’ve been. You could tell him the truth, but that’ll open a whole new can of worms. So, you bow your head and sit down, silence engulfing you both.
“Hermosa-”
“Don’t call me that.”
“I’ve always called you that.”
“Yeah. Exactly.”
He’s quiet again, clearly unwilling to let the issue go. He moves to sit next to you, thigh pressing into yours.
“Please,” he begs. “What have I done, hmm? I don’t like feeling like you’re mad at me.”
You’re tired. Tired of fighting the way you feel, tired of protesting your mind all the time. So, you give up. You tear down your walls and let him in.
“Why did you bring her?” you whisper.
“Emma?”
“Yeah.”
“I- I don’t know. Your dad told me I should bring a date, and I just… I thought it would be alright. I didn’t really think it through.”
You process for a moment, unmoving.
“Is… is that why you’re upset with me, carinõ?”
You blink back tears. You feel stupid, having thought that there was something between the two of you. You know it’d be wrong, you know it’d be forbidden… but the heart wants what it wants. You figured that maybe your little crush would go away, but then… it didn’t. And all of a sudden, it felt like Santiago was looking at you differently. Speaking to you differently. Treating you differently.
“I don’t know.”
“Yes you do.”
“Then yeah. Maybe. Doesn’t matter now anyway.”
“It matters to me.”
You shake your head, biting at your bottom lip nervously. You can hear your parents jokingly shouting at each other in the back, competitive as ever as they play a game by the pool.
“Just leave it, Santi. Look, I’m sorry I was a bitch today. I didn’t mean to take it out on you, and I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”
He grabs your hand, rough skin against your soft palm.
“Look at me. Please.”
You tilt your chin up to meet his big brown eyes, warm and pleading.
“Cards on the table.”
“Cards on the table?”
“Cards on the table… I only invited Emma to try and get over you.”
Your breath catches in your throat as you look at him, mouth slightly agape. You’re trying to work out what this means, processing his words, but your brain keeps coming up empty.
“What?”
“I shouldn’t feel what I feel… but I do. And I knew it just wasn’t realistic, so, finally, I decided I needed to move on. Your dad suggested dating, and I thought fuck it, why not? Can’t hurt, right?”
He squeezes your hand, and continues.
“Wrong. It hurt so bad, sitting there with her and watching you watch me with that look in your eyes. Like I’d betrayed you or something. Which I guess, I kinda did.”
“I don’t- Santi, I… what are you saying?”
“I’m saying…”
He cradles your face in his hands, gazing at you pointedly.
“It’s always been you, hermosa.”
“It- it has?”
“Yeah,” he laughs, resting his forehead against yours. “And I know this is complicated, and confusing, and all sorts of wrong, but… I’m sick of denying what I want.”
“We can figure it out,” you whisper. “It’ll take time, but, we can.”
“I know we can. I know.”
He leans in and presses his lips to yours, gently and tenderly.
“We’ll take it one day at a time,” he reassures against your mouth.
You nod, pulling back to rest your head on his chest.
“You can start by taking Emma home,” you mumble into his t shirt.
He laughs, pulling you in closer.
“You’re something else, you know that?”
“So I’ve been told,” you chuckle, wrapping your arms around his back.
“One day at a time,” he reassures quietly, rubbing patterns into your bare shoulders.
“One day at a time.”
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astroboots · 11 months
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Driving by to order one smut from the smutdonald's. dealer's choice
<.< >.>
.....but Frankie facefucking Santi would be a-ok
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DOWN ON MY KNEES
Pairing: Frankie Morales x Santiago Garcia
Summary: Santiago gets on his knees for Frankie.
Content: Explicit up the whazoo. MLM, and a very rough Frankie with a spoonful of brat taming to help the medicine go down (pssst, the medicine is his cock).
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The hard unforgiving wooden floor is digging into Santiago's knees. It's uncomfortable to say the least, the blunt pain eating into his kneecaps. He's going to bruise to shits, knees all black, blue and purple, he'll be paying the price for weeks, hobbling with every two steps. But like hell he's going to tell Frankie that.
Not when Frankie is looking at Santiago the way he is right now. Teeth bared, staring down at him. The obsidian pitch of his pupils eating into the warm brown. It's primal.
Rough fingers tangled in Santiago's curls as he grips him hard. It stings, giving him no reprieve for air at all as Frankie holds Santiago in place, the tip of Santiago's nose pushing into the softness of Frankie's abdomen until he chokes, and still Frankie doesn't let go.
If you were here, Santiago wonders what you'd think, your sweet, little Francisco. There's nothing sweet or little about the man now.
No, that thick intimidating girth that's blocking Santiago's airways, filling his entire goddamned throat until he swears it must be halfway down his lungs by now, is hardly little.
Fuck, the man's thick.
"What's wrong Pope? Thought you said you could handle it."
That warm palm of Frankie's, calloused and worn, comes to cradle Santiago's jaw, fingers fanning over his stretched and bulging cheek, and Frankie taps him there. Not hard, and that's worse somehow. It's soft, and amused, condescending, the way you'd pat an errand boy for doing a good job.
Asshole.
Tears are prickling the corners of his eyes, and it's about all Santiago can manage, to stay still and keep his eyes open so they don't breach the barrier and streak down his cheeks.
Santiago swallows around the man, and fuck, that's a mistake. The insides of his throats constricts around Frankie's cock, hugging around every inch of this Behemoth lodged inside him. It's like his body panics at the realization of just how big Frankie is, eyes welling up and he gags. Everything burns, as he desperately tries to swallow down his chocked coughs until he finally has to pull off.
And he's not even sure he can actually manage that, because every nerve in him is screaming for air. Begging him to pull away and run the other way. And he would, if it wasn't for his own stubbornness. He would if it wasn't for that infuriating expression plastered on Frankie's face right now.
Fuck! fuck!
Irritation burns across cheeks, and prickles across Santiago's swollen lips. He's a mess. Drool and spit running wet and sticky down his chin and he brings the back of his hand to wipe it off.
"Is it too much for you?" Boa handles me just fine."
Santiago grits his teeth at the taunt. He knows Frankie is doing it just to get a rise out of him. Knows that Frankie is needling his competitive streak. It's transparent as day. It's just annoying that the man succeeds.
"Fu-fuck you Frank!" It doesn't come out nearly as defiant and irritated as he intended to. Instead it's breathless, and flustered, and that irritates him even more.
There's a slow smile curling on Frankie's lips at that and before Santiago is able to think of better, and smarter retort, that familiar wide palm of Frankie's already back, pulling Santiago forward by the scruff of his neck.
"Thought that's what you'd say," Frankie says. Then he pushes Santiago forward, the rest of the way, guiding Santiago back down on him.
The fat, heavy head of Frankie's cock rests and prods against Santiago's lips until he slides in with a deep groan that reverberates and embeds itself somewhere deep in Santiago's skull.
It sends a shiver through Santiago that has him curling the tip of his toes. Everything in him aches. He's so hard, cock straining against the seam of his jeans, he's surprised the stitches haven't torn by now. His own hand comes to the front of his jeans, palming the bulge clumsily. There's a pleasure that skitters up the back of his neck so pleasantly that if Frankie's thick cock wasn't in the way, Santiago is pretty sure he'd be moaning.
"Fuck, that's a good look on you, Santiago."
Frankie's tone is almost awed as he says it. The honed sharpness softening around the edges as he stares down at Santiago. There's love there. Adoration. And there's nothing wrong with that...
But Santiago would be lying to himself that the Frankie with dark eyes, rough palm against his neck and taunting grin mocking him wasn't a turn on. He slides his mouth off the man, chin tilted up to stare up in defiance.
"Real good at playing tough when Boa's not around, aren't you?"
That's all it takes.
Something sparks behind those warm eyes until they're incinerating. Frankie reaches over, large hand wrapped around Santiago's throat that has his cock twitching and jerking against the strained denim. Precome leaks down the tip of him soaking his boxers from excitement at the man's grip around his airpipe with just the right pressure that he likes.
Then Frankie leans down, close enough that his lips brush against Santiago's ear.
"Our wife's not here to spoil you now, and I'm not planning on taking it easy on you Pope, so I'd save that smart little mouth of yours right about now."
Santiago grins. Frankie's right. If you were here, you'd spoil Santiago. If you were here Frankie wouldn't be quite this rough. If you were here that is... but you're not.
And in this moment, Santiago can't bring himself to be sorry that you're not.
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Dedication: To @jazzelsaur for this demented thot. And to my beloved moose @thirstworldproblemss who helped me finish it.
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eldritch-spouse · 5 months
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Piggybacking off that one anon:
What happens if we say to each of the TCE staff "you make me so dry"
This is said as Admin
"You make me so dry."
Morell is taken aback, and low-key a bit wounded, but he doesn't let it show too much. He's fucking desolate though. Huh, maybe you're not into shrooms. Doesn't matter, that can change eventually... With enough work.
Gallon snorts. He's a little bit cocky, in the sense that slimes are enjoyed by many people sexually due to their extreme flexibility and molding abilities. Even if you despise him on a personal level, he thinks you're full of shit because he knows he could make you cum your eyes out of your skull without that much effort.
Vinnel wheezes. Okay okay, that one's creative, applause where applause is due. He's quick to start hitting where it hurts however. He makes you dry because he doesn't control every aspect of your life and knead your little brains, right? It's not his fault you've been broken into extremely niche and freakish god-sex drives, go cry him a river over there.
Santi is genuinely fucking offended. But it's also a shit point. Were it not for Krulu's power within you, Santi could have you wet enough you'd slip in your own fucking slick like the slut you are, human. Watch that tongue, he can't hurt you but he will make your life harder if he deems it fair.
Grimbly is also vastly offended. Oh yeah?? Well you make him soft!!! You make him really soft, fuck you- *Sobbing*
Belo doesn't really get it at first. Dry? Are you dehydrated? How come he makes you get dehydrated, that isn't normal- Have you consulted Lord Krulu about this? When he realizes what you meant, he just sort of sulks quietly for a while.
Sybastian squints at you. Why do you feel the need to tell him this? You sound insecure about something. Does it make you feel big? Do you think he's going to throw a tantrum? He also knows it's surprisingly easy to get cute little humans like you wet and open, so if you insist he'll just give you a smug kind of "Oh yeah?" glance.
Patches just kind of goes "Yeah". He knows he doesn't exactly radiate virility. The interaction gives him a degradation boner and he sits in misery, wondering why he is the way that he is while he jerks off to the mental image of your disgusted face.
Nebul is very quick to get in your head about it. What an odd thing to say. Are you hoping he'll erupt into tears? Do you think he needs your validation to feel sexually sure of himself? This is the exact language a brat would throw at him. Really Admin, if you crave a rougher hand, all you had to do was get on your knees for the shopkeeper and ask for it. He thinks it's quite pathetic of your station to resort to petty remarks. Very amusing though.
Fank-e makes a sad face. He then starts flipping through a myriad of attachment catalogues and sharing various links with you. Select some of the components that you believe would make you wet! Then you can try those. <:] It's a bit weird you're saying that without even letting him play with you first, but the robot is willing to let you pick the best parts for the most effective results.
Krulu gives you a blazing look that suggests he could make your entire body catch fire in a millisecond if he so desired. Instead of deigning your blatant disrespect worthy of a reaction, he makes it so your body is forced to orgasm whenever you so much as glance his way, hear him, or think of him for long enough. This goes on until you beg for forgiveness.
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Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 Masterlist.
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A full accounting of my work this Kinktober! I think I wrote over 50k! Wow! Please share and let me know what you thought of Kinktober this year! More parts below the cut! Warnings in RED, Please heed them. Pairings in PURPLE.
Day 1 - Trying something new – You’re a desperate Pharma Rep looking for an easy win. Doctor Joel Miller is anything but. [Doctor!Joel Miller x Pharma Rep!Reader. Fingering, degradation, power play, public sex/voyeurism]
Day 2 - Degradation – Fancisco Morales and Santiago Garcia have you right where they want you. [Frankie x You x Santi. Set in the Shore Leave Universe, MMF threesome, DP, degradation(obv), established relationship, PiV sex, no barrier protection(but reader is on undisclosed BC).]
Day 3 - “Daddy please?” – Your stepdad Dave York catches you in the act of making money through online sex work. The fic that inspired “The Princess and The Duke”. [Stepdad!Dave York x Reader. Cam work, sex work, blowjob, exhibitionism, sex on camera, taboo, stepcest, PiV sex, no barrier protection(but reader is on undisclosed BC).]
Day 4 - Outdoor sex/risk of being caught – You and Dave have been fooling around for some time now, and you try and push his buttons at a 4th of July party. “The Princess and The Duke” Universe. [Stepdad!Dave York x Reader. Angst, fluff, smut, risk of getting caught, PiV sex, no barrier protection(but reader is on undisclosed BC) heavy references to PTSD/Trauma.]
Day 5 - “Who does this belong to?” Javi crosses a line in your relationship and you make him pay for it. [Javier Peña x Reader. Bondage, orgasm denial, male masturbation, Javi is a brat, fluff and angst. [Bonus from @lucyeyelesbarrow]
Day 6 - Taboo – You get caught watching your stepdad going for a swim, and it gets you way too hot and bothered. Set in “The Princess and The Duke” Universe. [Stepdad!Dave York x Reader. Female masturbation, spying on Dave, almost getting caught.]
Day 7 - What happens in “x” stays in “x” (add your own
context) You get way too drunk in an unfriendly town, but Silva wants to look after you. Set in the “Walk Away” Universe (Sort of a prologue). [Silva x TransMasc!Reader, heavy angst, body dysmorphia, self-hatred, drinking, Silva being way too sweet, pigs?]
Day 8 - Bondage – Joel loves having you tied up and at his mercy. [No Outbreak!Joel Miller x Reader, Overstimulation, Bondage, mild sub/dom dynamics, ass play, anal sex, double penetration (fingers and dick), unproteted PiV (established relationship BS used), degradation/use of slut/whore)]
Day 9 - Ass play [I cheated and re-used a fic!] You move into a dilapidated mansion after inheriting it from a family member. Joel and Tommy offer to fix it up for you. [Vampire!Joel x You x Vampire!Tommy. DDNI, Dead Dove Do not Eat, This is a dark fic, it’s twisted af, Joel and Tommy are vampires, that murder people, reader is their next victim, threat of death to reader, Joel is mean and fucking nasty in this, so is Tommy, drug use, dubcon(reader is drugged/high on pheremones), coercion, mouth fucking, unprotected PiV, Creampie, anal sex, rimming, throat fucking, ass play, double penetration, reader begs for her life, mind-fuck, mind-break, seriously dubcon/bordering on non-con, degredation, blood play, vampire biting, swallowing dacryphilia, let me know if I missed anything! Enjoy you beautiful THOTs.]
Day 10 - Toys Javi gets you back for the events of “Who does this belong to?” – [Javier Peña x Reader. Overstimulation, wand vibrator, unprotected PiV(Do Better), Papi Kink, Dom!Javi, Sub!reader, spanking, choking(mild), degradation (lots of it, Javi has a filthy mouth), come play(sort of??), bratty reader. Mentions of Infidelity and male masturbation]
Day 11 - Boss/employee (dubcon??) You dress up specially for Max at the office Halloween party. [Max Phillips x Reader. Failed SA on Reader, followed by a swift kick to the balls, Vampires, blood drinking, vampire bites, unprotected PiV(Please wrap it up), slight dubcon(reader isn't drunk but has been drinking), mild threat to reader (vampire sex yo.), blood loss, Max is a softdom,]
Day 12 - CNC (roleplay) You get caught out by a Raider, Joel Miller, in an old grocery store. He takes what he wants, as always. [Raider!Joel Miller x Reader. DDDNI, This is pretty Dark, Roleplay, It's all consensual but it is CNC(Consensual Non-Consent), Vaginal Fingering, gun play, knife play, struggle, threat of r*pe, threat around anal, Joel Miller's fucking mouth, degradation, slut shaming.]
Day 13 - Facial Set in the “Rendezvous in Reno” universe. Dieter gets to try something he’s been dying to do for months, fuck your tits. [Dieter Brave x Erotica Writer!Reader. Face-sitting, face-riding, tit-job/tit-wank/tit-fucking, established relationships, Dieter being a menace, Dieter is a tit man, fluff and plot, fluff and feelings, Dieter is technically a murder daddy because he murders that pussy.]
Day 14 - Phone sex – Set in “The Princess and The Duke” Universe. [Dave York x Reader. Phone sex/dirty talk, Daddy kink, angst, catching feelings, really fucking angsty]
Day 15 - Cousin’s husband’s maid’s brother (wildcard prompt
so have fun/go wild with weird ideas) – The neighbour’s gardener is a no-show, but his brother turns up instead. [No Outbreak!Joel Miller x Reader. Degradation, rough blowjob, no real prep for reader, Joel's mouth, panty sniffing, dirty talk.]
Day 16 - Aphrodisiac/sex pollen You and your least-favourite, but hot as fuck, patrol partner get stuck in an old FEDRA testing site, but you’re not alone. [Jackson!Joel x Reader Dead Dove Do Not Eat/DDDNI, noncon/heavy dubcon, body horror, tentacles, mouth r*pe, double/triple penetration, bondage, non-consensual bondage,  choking, deep throating, pheromones, sex pollen, tentacles, mind fuck/mind break, brainwashing, guilt, trauma, trauma bonding.] 
Day 17 - “Why do you run, only to let me catch you?” You’ve been on the run from Din Djarin for years but just over a year ago he stopped chasing you… Until tonight. [Din Djarin x Fugitive!Reader. PiV sex, unprotected sex, mutual pining, grogu being a sessy bitch, blood, addiction mentions, addiction, oral F&M recieving, Whiny Din Supremacy.]
Day 18 - Knife Play [ @Clawdeewritesfanfic Subbed in to save the day!]
Day 19 - “So much cum, fuck!” [@Clawdeewritesfanfic Subbed in to save the day! (Again!)]
Day 20 - Breeding kink – Dave York has a breeding kink. [Duke!Dave York x Princess!Reader Daddy Kink, Breeding Kink, creampie, sub/dom dynamics, Dirty Talk, PiV sex (no barrier protection), Carol is mentioned but relationship is amiable.]
Day 21 - Shuffle for a Kesha/Dua Lipa/Charlotte Cardin song
& use the title as inspo – Dave and you finally get round to fucking. (Technically a remix of Daddy Please, but set in “The Princess and The Duke” Universe. [Duke!Dave York x Princess!Reader - Daddy Kink, Sex Work, Cam work, Infidelity, Step-Cest, Dave York(he always needs his own warning), Possessive!Dave, Men being sexist dicks on the internet, choking, degradation, rough sex, rough oral sex, exhibitionism.]
Day 22 - Thigh riding You and Javi have some fun with those deliciously thick thighs of his. [Javier Peña x Reader. Nipple play, spanking, sub/dom dynamics, thigh riding, reader is a brat, degradation.]
Day 23 - Drunk sex Set after “Hurt so Good” Frankie helps you out of your shoes when you’re struggling after a night our drinking. [Vampire!Frankie x Reader. Drunk Reader (dubcon but established relationship), Twilight references (to piss off Frankie) Vampire sex, Vampire bites, Unprotected PiV (sort of), vampire vibes, oral F receiving, biting, vampire bites.]
Day 24 - Safeword – A collection of the various Safewords our PPCU boys use.
Day 25 - Pegging – Joel agrees to let you peg him, because it’s something you want. It doesn’t go quite to plan. [No Outbreak!Joel Miller x Reader. Pegging, anal fingering, handjobs, implied female oral, Joel Miller’s ego, Joel Miller’s Lack of communication skills, hurt/comfort, angst (happy ending heheh), insecurities around masculinity (implied), self-hatred/shame, sub!Joel, dom!reader, strap-on use, butt plug use, lots of lube, SO MUCH CUM! ]
Day 26 - Somnophilia – Javi wakes up to you humping your pillow in your sleep, it awakens something dark inside him. [Javi G x Reader. Warnings: Somnophilia, sleep sex, consensual somnophilia, Javi having dark thoughts, cnc, consensual non-consent (if you squint), Javi being a bad boy, dry humping/pillow humping, wet dreams, unprotected PiV (wrap it up folks)].
Day 27 - Costumes – Fluffy drabbles for our PPCU boys in costume.
Day 28 - “You trying to get me fired?” – You finally get Miguel to give in and just fuck you already. [Office/Lawyer AU!Miguel x Reader. Warnings: Office AU/Lawyer AU, Office romance/sex, co-workers, sexual tension, voyeurism, fingering, dirty talk, the whole office definitely heard, unprotected PiV (wrap it up folks).]
Day 29 - Picture perfect – Part 2/3 of “Creep”. You get sick and tired of waiting for your creepy neighbour to make an appearance, so you take matters into your own hands. [Creepy Neighbour!Joel Miller x Twisted!Reader. This is a dark fic, it’s twisted af, Joel is a creep, Joel is mean and fucking nasty in this, dubcon(Reader touching Joel in his sleep), coercion, degredation(lots of Joel calling Reader a slut/whore etc.), (heavy)stalker vibes.]
Day 30 - Pumpkin Spice [Combining with the below fic for release sometime this week]. Day 31 - Freaky Love (fluff with a monster I know I’m sappy - Combined fluffy smut with Max.
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The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 23
Howdy y'all!
If you're new here this is every new (to me) fic I read this week and some of my silly lil thoughts about them.
I did some catching up on series this week and also did some writing so I've only got 12 fics for you this week! I read a lot of dark shit this week, but that's October for ya. There's still some sweetness in here somewhere if you aren't into dark stuff and I've made sure to mark everything appropriately (I think).
As always you can find all my previous fic recs here.
Recs below the Pedros!
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Apple - a Frankie/Santi/Will one shot by @romana-after-dark
You are married to Santi and you have a CNC kink he very happily obliges. You set up a thing where Santi, Will, and Frankie pretend to be home invaders and they gangbang you. Stuff goes a lil sideways and it ends up being NC/DC. This was wonderfully unsettling. I love how there's this strand of believability that they don't intentionally overstep her boundaries. It's dark and scary and feels very real.
sam and diane, eat your heart out a Marcus Pike one shot by @chronically-ghosted
You've been working with Marcus for a while and finally wrapped up the case you were on. You've almost given up ever getting what you want with him when finally!! You both admit your feelings for each other. Cue steamy office make out sesh with thigh riding. I loved the will they won't they shit in the beginning. The frustration makes the pay off so good.
i am touchin', i am grabbin', everything I can't be havin' - a Dieter one shot by @chronically-ghosted
You show up at the doorstep of your long time but estranged family friend Dieter Bravo, soaking wet and with nowhere else to go. You've known him so long you call him Uncle Dee, no I'm not kidding. I almost didn't click on this bc like UNCLE?? But he's not really your uncle and I cannot express enough how fucking hot this was. Like Dieter is just so fucking good this OH MY GOD. If you love Dieter, read this. You'll love it.
Recovery Road - a Dieter series by @chronically-ghosted
Dieter finally gets his shit together, he's clean and married and working on a new project. His costar (you) is a cunt fr. You're on drugs, you're a brat, and you're a mess. And Dieter can't stay away from you. When his wife gets fed up with him and humiliates him in public, you're there to catch him... and ruin his sobriety, his marriage, and maybe everything else. I have a couple chapters left of this but OH MY GOD. I was so MAD at Dieter, but also so sad for him. Don't take that as me saying I didn't love this because I did. I do. It's so beautifully written. The pain and angst and desperation and everything is so powerful, this hurts to read. And the smut? Mind altering actually.
a revolting development - a Joel series by @chloeangelic
Your new step dad is really hot... and that's gonna be a problem. I've been reading so many step dad fics lately (not just Joel!) and I'm so into it and what is wrong with me?
The Rogue Who Coaxed You - a Joel series by @atticrissfinch
You're Joel's secretary and you suck him off while he fields a phone call from his wife! We love an infidelity fic round these parts, we really do. Reader is filthy, Joel is mean, there's a lot of degradation, the works. I'm so obsessed with this dynamic I can't wait to read more.
When the Gallow-Grass Gives - a Silva one shot by @gasolinerainbowpuddles
Silva rescues you (m!reader) from the gallows, walks you home by the rope you were supposed to hang by, and then tells you that you remind him of someone he used to know. I love a good gay cowboy fic and this is a GREAT one. The historically accurate lube made me cackle. This was so well written and so HOT and managed to maintain that wistful sadness Silva seems to have hanging like a cloud around him.
Desires and Complications - a Marcus Pike/Dave York series by @ezrasbirdie
Sweet little Marcus Pike wants to please you better in bed so he calls up your ex, Dave York, to show him how to be a dom. It goes a little differently than any of you imagined when Marcus turns submissive for Dave. This fic is so hot. I read up through "plead" and it looks like maybe there's some throuple dynamics forming!!! I'm so excited to finish this AHHHGHGHG
Ripping Sunrise - a frankie one shot by @idolatrybarbie
You accidentally take an edible and Frankie takes care of your high ass. And then once the high wears off he really takes care of you... This is so sweet and hot, I love it so much.
I Might Kill My Ex - a Joel one shot by @beskarandblasters
Joel leaves you for Tess and that... well that's just unacceptable. We got dark!reader, asshole!Joel, murder, dub con for Joel, the works. This fic is so good. It's dark and gives you a fascinating look into reader's crumbling psyche. I love the ending so much also
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I wrote Ouroboros and Eat You Whole. Dave York x f!reader fics set in the same universe, canon divergent but some canon stuff still happens in the background. Love as consumption/Love as violence type thing. Basically you and Dave are two touch starved, miserable people with nothing left in this world and you have crazy sex about it. There’s some softness in there too.
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Here's some series I've been reading (not a comprehensive list): Hot and Heavy (Joel), Muddy Waters (Joel/Ez), Stepdad!Joel, Exile (Javi P), New York or Nowhere (Joel), Feral Woman (Joel), Yearling (Joel), a lover's pinch (joel), the world tipped on it's side (Frankie), and Pretend Alleyways (Marcus/Dieter)
(In order: @tieronecrush @bonezone44 @toxicanonymity @jksprincess10 @beskarandblasters @gasolinerainbowpuddles @justagalwhowrites @hier--soir @idolatrybarbie @radiowallet)
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*the banner (& mastelist overall) is heavily influenced by my dearest @inklore 's kinktober masterlist and I urge everyone to go and check her deliciously smutty list out 💜
— 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ‘𝟐𝟐
hi lovelies! my favorite time of the year has finally arrived-- under the cut you'll find all the things I've written for this years kinktober, the list will be updated as we go, enjoy 💜
(🖤) indicates dark content/check trigger warnings
i made a taglist for kinktober which you can join but if that's not your thing you can simply follow my library blog and turn on notifs!
before reading anything please thoroughly read the warnings since some of them include heavier kinky scenarios
i won't be listing the ones i plan on writing as to not limit myself to a list and so I can change characters/kinks as i please and without worry. the fics listed below have already been written and scheduled to post
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1 | me & mine: pero tovar x reader x ezra | double penetration
after coming to a new city, you find yourself in your hotel room with two unbelievably attractive men.
2 | marked man: pero tovar x reader | dry humping, squirting
despite the fact that you shouldn't, you can't help but continue to visit the prisoner that you still didn't know the name of. An unexpected visitor shows up.
3| daddy issues: matt murdock x reader | blood kink, boxer au
you're tired of seeing him getting purposefully beat up every night. matt tries to reason with you.
4| poison & wine: duke leto x reader x din djarin | spit roasting
the razor crest is low on fuel and din knows the perfect pit spot.
5| dear friend,: ezra x reader | phone sex, dirty talking
you've been friends with ezra for a while now. after talking on the phone and making plans to meet up tomorrow, ezra thinks he hung up. you can't help but listen in as he gives a woman you don't know the time of her life. 
6| save tonight: frankie morales x reader x santiago garcia | cuckolding, degradation
frankie comes with you with a proposal that you're eager to accept.
7| river: din djarin x reader | dacryphilia
din likes it when you cry for him.
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8| choke on flowers: dieter bravo x reader | cult, blackmail 🖤
dieter is a mess, but you enjoy being with him nonetheless. but things start to change when a friend of his comes for a visit.
9| careless: frankie morales x reader x jack daniels | lactation kink, titjob
you get hit with a drug that makes you lactate, frankie and jack are more than eager to help you out.
10| stupid for you: steven grant x reader | orgasm denial, brat taming, mirror sex
steven wants you to admit he's the best you ever had, as always you don't make it easy for him
11| one touch: javier peña x reader | somnophilia
you've been set on trying to convince javier to take what he wants, for him to let go and he finally does.
12| like that: modern!pero tovar x reader | knife play
there's a storm raging outside and you go down to the basement to look at a Pero's knife collection while he's gone.
13| loverboy: tom!peter parker x reader | choking, breathplay
you get trapped in your sweater, peter has a unique way of helping you out.
14| 3 AM: dbf!santiago garcia x reader | dry humping, quiet sex
santi comes to your room for a visit at 3 AM.
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15| hit the road: jack daniels x reader | consensual noncon
It's late when you leave the office, you feel a pair of familiar eyes watching you.
16| heat waves: dieter bravo x reader | temperature play, food play
dieter wants to try something new.
17| is forever for you?: jake lockley x reader | corruption kink, sex toys
jake is always eager to teach.
18| no brakes: din djarin x reader | hate fucking
you have a bounty on your head, din takes the job.
19| tag, you're it: frankie morales x reader | pray/predator kink, gun kink
once a month you and frankie play a game.
20| after hours: javier peña x steve murphy x reader x horacio carillo
after another day of being unsuccessful in catching escobar, you offer the boys another way of relief.
21| pumpkin seeds: poe dameron x reader | sex pollen, outdoors
you and poe fin yourself on a pumpkin infested planet, however the flowers that surround them seem to be poisonous.
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22| arise sun: william tell x reader | pussy slapping
William Tell is a dangerous man. You should’ve known better than to piss him off. 
23| one more hour: marcus pike x reader | monsterfucking
you and marcus are asked to investigate an old manor that might have stolen paintings. however, due to problems with your schedule, Marcus heads there before you, getting himself cursed while investigating. You find him, or at least something that you think is him, at the manor two days later.
24| home economics: javi g x reader | voyeurism
Javi sees you naked for the first time which should be a good thing, but you have idea that he can see you through the window.
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“ yeah, you're in love with me. “ with Santi pretty please??? 🥺🥺🥺 also if you’d do one of your fluffy smut ones? But I’m gonna leave that up to you 💖
Shut up and kiss me Santiago "Pope" Garcia X F!Reader Rating : E / 18+ Wordcount : 7k Warnings: Mentions of casual sex/FWB, Language, Angst, Fluff, Smut, PIV, unprotected sex, Oral f- receiving, fingering, edging, lil bit of hair pulling, feral Santi comes with his own warning. (Idk if I should warn this but he does refer to the reader as a brat a few times…affectionately), generally pretty soft.   Summary: Santiago is your friend, your best friend. Your best friend that you are in love with. Which is exactly why you shouldn't be entertaining the idea of sleeping with him…
A/N: I am so sorry for how long it took me to write this!  Also it's way longer than intended. I am however not sorry about that.
Un-beta'd because chaos is life.
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It had started as something of a joke, that you and Santiago hadn't been laid in months and maybe you should deal with that together. You'd both laughed it off but after a few drinks, somewhere along the line, the joke had turned into a discussion, which turned into a reality.
"I mean we could?" Santiago had shrugged, watching the boys from the booth in which you'd both hidden, neither of you particularly wanting to be associated with the dance off that seemed to be happening. 
"Yeah, I mean, it's just sex right? People do this all the time," you had nodded, sipping your drink in distraction and contemplating how much of a terrible idea it might be to have sex with the man you're hopelessly in love with, who is not hopelessly in love with you. 
"Absolutely! Just sex. No strings attached. Just friends taking care of friends, right?" He had confirmed seriously, his hand already dropping to your thigh, fingers cautiously caressing your leg. 
"Yeah, just friends taking care of friends," You'd breathed unsteadily as his fingers crept higher. 
After that it was a short goodbye to the boys and a longer drunken walk to his apartment. 
Which is exactly where you find yourself now, pressed against his front door, his mouth hot on yours, the taste of whisky on his tongue as he kisses you and fumbles opening the lock. 
You tumble through the door, laughing against his mouth as you trip and stumble, desperate hands pushing jackets off shoulders, uncaring where they fall. 
His tongue is hot and slick in your mouth, distractingly wiping away all questions and rational thoughts about the fact you should not be doing this. But any hesitation you might have had slipped away about three drinks ago, and the heat coursing through your veins has already burned out any thoughts of stopping.  
When he presses you against the wall, too impatient to make it to the couch, you can't help but moan into his mouth, feeling his arousal pressing into your thigh through his jeans. His lips move down across your neck, peppering kisses and bites to the sensitive flesh. 
You groan, tilting your head back to allow him better access. 
"Pope," you give a soft pleasured sigh, bringing a hand up to tangle in his hair and hold his mouth to your flesh. 
"Use my name, please," he rasps between kisses. 
"Santiago," you whisper softly. This isn't how it should be — It's too intimate, too close to your heart, but you can't stop it. His name tumbles from your lips so easily despite that it's so foreign on your tongue. Rarely used, a secret kept hidden away.
He groans, pressing himself hard against you as his lips capture yours in another messy kiss.
Dragging you away from the wall he walks you backwards to the couch, breaking your kiss only to let you throw yourself down on it, before his mouth is back on yours. He presses you backwards into the soft cushions, pinning you with his body as his hands push up your dress, fingers gliding over exposed flesh of your thighs. 
Questions and alarm bells suddenly trigger in your mind as his fingers creep across your hips. Are you really going to do this? It won't be enough. You know it won't be enough. Yet you're still here, pressed into the couch by his weight, your tongue lapping against his. 
It won't ever be enough, but it's all you can have.
"Santi," you whimper against his lips, pressing your hips up against his. He groans, grinding down against your clothed core, making your own moan gasp up through your throat. You meet his gaze as he lifts his head to watch you, his eyes dark and predatory, before something flickers behind them, as though he sees you suddenly, as though he had forgotten who you were. 
His whole body language changes in an instant, he stiffens, holding his body up away from yours, his jaw clenched, eyes shining with a sudden fear. 
"Santi? You ok?"
"I..I… I'm sorry I can't do this," he mumbles, shaking his head as he climbs off you. It takes a few seconds for you to process his words and you stare at him blankly for a moment as he sits at the edge of the couch, dropping his head into his hands. Shuffling to sit up you reach for him, confused hurt piercing your chest when he pulls away from the brush of your fingers against his shoulder. 
"Hey, talk to me. What just happened?" You hate the fact your voice sounds so lost, so small, so scared. You don't understand his sudden change. You don't understand what you've done and your desperate for him to explain. 
"I just— fuck." He gets to his feet, running a hand through his greying curls as he turns away from you, pacing across the room. 
"Did I do something?"
"No. No. I'm sorry, I just can't do this. Not with you," he sighs and then slams his hands on the wall with a growl. 
"Oh. Okay." 
He must hear the hurt in your voice because he lets out a sigh and shakes his head, barely giving a glance in your direction, as though he can't even look at you anymore. 
"I didn't mean...I mean… it's not you. You're beautiful, you're perfect. You're just you. And I'm me, and I just...can't."
You'd dreamt once or twice of him saying words so similar to you. Whispering against your skin how perfect he thinks you are, how beautiful. But never like this, never with confusion and heartache. 
"Yeah, I get it," you nod, swallowing hard and still trying to make sense of his jumbled broken explanations combined with the fact he still won't even look at you. That hurts worse than any of his words. 
"It's never...it's just…" he starts and trails off before he shakes his head. "I can't do this with you," He repeats quietly, his back to you, running his hands down his face as you try and process what he's saying. "Do you want me to walk you home?"
Pain splinters up through your chest, a deep wound to your heart. He was asking you to leave, after all this. 
Getting to your feet you straighten your clothes and brush a shaking hand through your hair, "I'll walk myself, it's ok."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought you back here. This was a terrible idea. You're my friend." He finally turns to face you, his expression hard to place. He looks sad, disappointed, lost. You want to reach for him and pull him into your arms, to help him through whatever has suddenly happened, but he feels so far away now that you can't make the move. Suddenly an ocean has appeared between you, and neither of you seem sure of how to cross it. 
"I'm so sorry for this," he mumbles again softly. 
You shake your head and give him what you hope comes off as a reassuring smile, desperate to rescue whatever tatters of your friendship are left.  
"No, it's not your fault. We're friends and we shouldn't be putting that at risk just to get off. I get it and it's totally fine," you shrug with a wave of your hand, swallowing down the crushing disappointment. "We are way too drunk to make rational decisions right?"
You aren't drunk, not really, not anymore. You'd sobered up pretty quickly, and you know Santiago well enough to know the alcohol in his system isn't to blame either. At some point you both wanted this, just because you wanted each other. But the regret in his eyes sears straight through you. Whatever was there between you, he'd burned to ashes now. 
"Let me at least call a cab. You can't walk back alone."
You shake your head at his offer, "It's a few blocks. I'll text you soon as I'm back."
He opens his mouth to protest but you beat him to it, quickly gathering up your things. 
"I'll be fine I promise." You kiss his cheek, more out of habit and a desperate need to go back to normal, before you rush out of the door, ensuring he has no chance to stop you. 
You get as far as the next block before the rejection fully hits you and tears burn your eyes. You knew there was no chance for certain now. 
I can't do this with you. 
~
Are you still awake? - Message sent
No reply. Your last message had been answered with a simple ok. A stark difference to the usual slew of emojis and hearts he would send you. 
But it's been hours since you left. Hours since he'd broken your heart without even knowing he was doing it. Hours for you to calm down, to rationalise, to hope you could move on and forget about this, to hope you could both chalk it up to too many drinks, a momentary lapse of judgement. 
Of course though it would still hurt — a keen sharp pain that's edges you wished you could dull. And perhaps over time you would. Perhaps the pain would eventually disappear and make way for brighter things. Perhaps. 
You wonder if he knew, or at least guessed. Perhaps he'd seen it in your face, or tasted it in your kisses — the desperate need for more than he was offering. It was for the best, you'd reasoned with yourself. One night would never have been enough. Maybe this was the kindest way of ending before it began. 
Sorry for earlier. We can just forget about it. It was a stupid decision. Never drinking again right? - Message sent
Still no response. Your messages stay unread. 
Are we ok? - Message sent. 
Okay, that was needy and you instantly regret sending it. Maybe you could just delete all of the messages before he even read them. At least then you could pretend it was nothing. You could pretend it didn't hurt at all. You could pretend you were just friends. 
But even as your fingers hover over the keys again, the screen lights up with a photograph of the two of you, Santiago’s name on the caller ID as the phone vibrates impatiently in your hand. 
Fuck.
You consider not answering but your thumb is automatically swiping the answer button before you even have a chance to stop it. 
"Hey, San-Pope," you correct yourself quickly.
"Open the door." He pants down the phone. 
"Why? Wait, what are you doing? Why’s it sound like — nope I'm not even gonna say it." You stop yourself before you can let that image get too far into your mind. The last thing you need is to think about that.
"Just come open the door, it's fucking freezing out here," he complains in a breathless tone. What follows is a loud banging on your door that makes you yelp in surprise. 
Dropping the phone onto the coffee table you bolt out into the hallway and wrench open the door, fear twisting sharp in your veins about what must be wrong.
Santiago's cheeks are flushed and he’s breathing heavily, sweat damp in his curls despite the sharp winter air. You manage to take a quick recon of him, making sure he's still in one piece before he suddenly grabs you, pulling you into his arms and pressing his lips against yours. 
It's so unexpected, and your mind is still catching up, that you can't even consider kissing him back. 
"W-what are you doing?" You stutter out as he pulls away, frowning at your lack of response. 
"Explaining I'm hopelessly in love with you. I couldn't have sex with you because I'd never let you go if I did. Honestly I thought it would be romantic to come tell you this now but fuck, i forgot how far it is to your house. I shouldn't have run. My knees are killing me." He babbles out quickly, leaning down with his hands on his knees, catching his breath while you stand frozen in the doorway. "Why didn't you let me let you walk home?"
You stare at him blankly for a long moment, trying to ignore the burning desire re-igniting itself in your belly at the mere memory of the way his hands had slid down your thighs, his tongue hot in your mouth. No, you're not going to think about that. Not even a little bit. 
"Are you - are you fucking serious right now?"
"Do I look like I'm joking? I just ran all the way to your house to kiss you again. I swear this is the last time I do anything romantic if this is your reaction," he complains, standing up to stretch out his back. No matter how confused, how surprised, how angry you are, you still can't help but catch the way his shirt lifts just slightly with his moment, exposing the tiny patch of skin above his pants. 
When he drops his hand and gives you an expectant look, you can't help but laugh from the shock. The noise tears itself from your throat before you have a chance to stop it, earning you a glare from the man as you clamp your hand over your mouth to muffle the noise. 
Santiago's frown deepens and you see the flicker of worry in his eyes. 
"I can't tell if this is a good reaction?" 
"I-I'm a bit surprised," you stammer, getting a hold on yourself. "You turned me down a couple of hours ago, and now you're all about romantic gestures and running to my house telling me you're in love with me?" It has more of a bite of anger behind it than you really mean it too, the hurt still too sharp in your chest. 
"I know. I'm sorry," he sighs quietly, dropping his eyes from yours and looking everywhere but at you as he tries to find the words to explain his actions. It makes your heart physically ache for him. You've rarely seen him look so lost. Not since his sudden reappearance in your life. Not since they lost Tom. 
"I thought I could just have you for one night and that would be enough. But I realised it would never be enough. I just… panicked and I thought I could fix it. I thought this…this would fix it." 
There's a thousand things you want to ask, a thousand more you want to confess, but the words never come and the silence stretches out uncomfortably.
Santiago is the first to break it, his voice unsure. 
"This was a stupid idea. I'll just go and we can pretend I was still drunk, ok?" 
"I don't want you to go." The words escape, much like your earlier laughter, before you have a chance to stop them. They hang suspended in the air between you for a long moment, both of you lapsing back into a silence you still can't seem to fill.
"I just wanted you to know my feelings. I wanted to tell you for months. You're the first girl that knows everything about me and hasn't run a mile. Every time I had the chance to tell you how I felt I just…couldn't. And then tonight I just thought… fuck, I don't know what I was thinking. But I've always -"
"Stop. Stop. Just stop talking," you interrupt before you sigh, your tone softening as you take everything in. He'd pulled away from you out of fear of his own desires, because he cared for you too. Because he did want you, and he didn't know you wanted him. The urge to laugh at the entire situation bubbles up again but this time you bite it down. 
Explaining I'm hopelessly in love with you. 
You barely have time to catch up with his confessions and your own thoughts before he starts rambling again. 
"I can go and we can talk about this tomorrow. Or not at all. I don't want to make things akw-"
"Will you just shut up and kiss me?" You cut him off sharply, finally meeting his worried gaze. It isn't eloquent, it isn't a sweet romantic gesture, or any bold declaration of love, but you hope it's enough for now. Enough to explain your feelings.
It takes him a second, a pause in his movements, waiting for you to take back your comment, and when you don't he steps up close to you. Wrapping one arm around your waist, holding you tightly against him, the other hand comes up to tangle in your hair, his thumb resting against your jaw as he leans in and presses his lips to yours.  
The kiss is so much different to the giggling sloppy kisses you had shared earlier in the night as you stumbled into his apartment, or the rushed desperate kiss he had given you when you opened the door. This kiss is gentle, slow, and passionate, though no less insistent. 
When his tongue licks into your mouth, you swear the fire that courses through your veins should burn you. The arm around your waist tightens as you press your body against his, tangling your hands in his curls as he familiarises himself with every inch of your mouth.  
Neither of you pull away until the beep of a passing car pulls you back into reality. 
Giggling you keep yourself pressed close against his chest, the heat from his body making you forget about the cold winter air surrounding you as you stand in the open doorway.
His hands slide down your back, cupping your ass to pull you impossibly closer to him as he steals another lingering kiss, one laced with suggestion. 
"I know it's late, and maybe you've changed your mind about what you want tonight, so I don't have to, but can I come in for a while?"
You nod mutely, still too distracted by the tingling in your kiss swollen lips and the warmth of his body pressed against yours.
~
The lock is barely clicked into place before his hands are on your waist, spinning you to face him, pressing you back against the door and pinning you there with his body. 
He holds your chin in a gentle grip as his lips find yours again, his other hand dropping down to smooth across your waist. 
"I haven't been able to get you off my mind. Not for months." he sighs, placing a row of soft kisses across your jaw. 
"Wish you'd told me before tonight," you manage to mumble in response, distracted by the movement of his lips down your neck, his teeth nipping at your pulse point. 
He lets out a soft laugh of "me too" against your skin as the fingers which had been gripping your hip slowly start to slide up towards your ribs, capturing the edge of your t-shirt on their way, exposing your skin to his still chilled hand. 
You gasp as cold fingertips sweep across your ribs, cooling your burning skin. 
"I told you it was cold out," he grins, lifting his head and pausing to kiss your lips softly before he switches sides, his mouth going back to exploring your neck. 
When he finds a particular spot that makes you give a breathy moan you can feel him smirk against your skin, making a mental note of it. 
You know what he's doing — he's surveying you, completing perimeter checks, mapping out every weak point so he can take you apart piece by piece.  
His other hand joins the wandering against your skin, drawing another hiss from you at the cold intrusion. 
You open your mouth to complain but an incessant high pitched beeping interrupts you. It takes longer than it should for your desire-addled mind to realise what the noise is. 
"Is that an alarm clock?" Santi frowns at you, looking around for the source of the noise. 
"Timer. Cookies." You duck out of his arms, straightening your shirt as you run through to the kitchen, switching off the beeping timer before you open the oven to save the cookies. 
"Are you seriously baking? It's like 2am?" Santiago laughs from behind you as he follows you into the kitchen.
"You seriously running over to a girls house at 2am to declare your undying love?" You defend yourself, turning the oven off and putting the cookies onto a cooling rack. "Baking helps me think."
Putting everything else into the sink you turn around in time to catch his yelp of pain as he picks up a cookie, immediately dropping it again when it burns his fingers. 
"You literally just watched me get those out of the oven. How the hell did you ever stay alive?" You sigh, rolling your eyes and watching him shake his hand with a frown. "Let me see."
When he places his injured hand in yours you look it over carefully, seeing that no actual damage has been done before you give him a mischievous grin.
"I think you'll survive but just in case I'll kiss it better." You softly press your lips to his fingers, keeping your eyes on his face. Your action brings the quirk of a smile to the corner of his mouth, which is quickly replaced by a wide eyed look of surprise when you wrap your lips around his fingers, drawing them into your mouth. 
You can't help but be proud of the way his mouth falls open, or the shaky exhale of breath he gives as you swirl your tongue around his digits, gifting him a soft moan before you withdraw, intentionally slowly.
"Better?" You raise an eyebrow with a grin, pleased at the power you have over him when it takes him a moment to react. But react, he does. When he moves he's on you before you have time to blink, his hands gripping your waist, pulling your hips hard against him as his lips capture yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue hot in your mouth.
When he finally pulls away, after your breathless and practically panting with need, he continues to hold you close, dipping his head to whisper sinfully in your ear. 
"I've imagined fucking you in every room of this house, shall I let you pick where to start?" 
Hard, pure desire surges upwards through you and you let out a soft moan of need, pressing your thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the building ache between them as your pussy clenches.  
Santiago lets you go, taking half a step back to look you over — heavily breathing and practically shaking with arousal from his words and kisses alone. You see the flicker of pride across his face at what he's done to you already with so very little. But you aren't going to let him win so easily. The battle for power is only just beginning. 
Biting your lip you take another step back from him, taking a breath to gather yourself before you give him a smirk. He raises an eyebrow in question as you take another step, then another, slowly backing up until your ass is pressed against the edge of the kitchen table. 
You pause, reaching down to grip the edges of your shirt before you pull it up and over your head, tossing it out of the way before you shimmy out of your bottoms and kicking them to join your shirt. He makes no move towards you but his eyes take their time roaming your exposed skin all the way to your toes before coming back to meet yours. 
Your bra is the next to join the growing pile of clothes on the floor, and you don't miss the way his tongue darts out to lick at his lips as he eyes the newly exposed flesh. 
"Going to stand there and let me take care of myself?" You tease, watching his eyes narrow. "Or are you just still tired out from your run, old man?"
That earns you a low growl that shoots straight to your core as he strides over to you, hands slamming down on either side of you, pinning you against the table. 
"You're gonna apologise for that comment," He warns in a low tone, dropping his forehead to rest against yours. 
"Oh will I now?" You grin, teasingly licking his lips. 
His reaction is instantaneous, lips crashing into yours, one hand leaving the table to tangle in your hair. 
When you nip his bottom lip with your teeth he lets out a low growl, and using the hand in your hair he tugs, gentle enough not to hurt you, but firm enough to tilt your head back, exposing the column of your neck to his kisses.
"You're such a brat," he complains against your skin, nipping your pulse point with his teeth. There's something in the tone of his voice that makes your pussy clench around nothing. 
His lips work their way back up your neck, across your jaw to capture your lips again, his tongue licking into your mouth, hot and slick. He lets go of your hair to allow his hand to wander down across your chest, taking your peaked nipple in his fingers and rolling it slowly as you gasp.  
Your own hands tug at his shirt, needing the barrier between you gone, but Santiago pushes your hands away, breaking your kiss. 
"No, we are going to deal with the apology you owe me first." The way he speaks sounds like both a promise and a threat, making goosebumps break out across your skin and your breath hitch in anticipation. 
He keeps you pinned to the table with his body, only moving back just enough to allow his hand to slide between you, brushing his fingers over the cloth still covering your core, and you hear him give a soft groan as his fingers meet the wetness already soaking through the thin material. 
"Baby," he groans, pressing his fingers against your clit through the fabric, causing you to let out a shaky breath, a quiet moan catching in the back of your throat as his lips move across your jaw, placing gentle kisses in a row down your neck. 
"Oh, we can do better than that," he whispers, as tugs the material to the side, allowing his fingers to drag through your wet folds. "Hmm so wet for me. I could slide straight into you right now."
To hammer home his point he presses two fingers deep into you, and this time you don't hold back the loud moan that tears from your throat. 
"That's better," he smirks, removing his fingers to drag them up, circling your clit, spreading your slick. "Don't hold back, I want the neighbours to hear you."
You hiss out a curse, your hands flying to hold his arms as your hips buck against him, desperately chasing the friction you've been craving since he first kissed you so many hours ago.
He teases you in the best possible way, alternating between pressing his fingers into you, curling them slowly against your walls, and drawing them out to glide across your clit. It takes no time at all for you to feel the beginning of your climax swelling in your belly.  
But then he stops suddenly, making you frown. You open your mouth to ask, to protest about why he stopped, but your words get stuck when he holds his fingers up to his mouth, licking each clean with a satisfied hum. 
"I need to taste more of that,"
You want to make a coherent reply. You want to be cocky and cute and take back the power, but the predatory look in his eyes quells your tongue, and you find all you can do is watch. 
He kneels down slowly, pressing kisses down between your breasts, across your stomach and down to the edge of your panties. He playfully licks a line following your waistband making you wriggle with ticklishness. 
Santi lets out a soft laugh against your skin as his hands ghost up your thighs. Biting the edge of your panties he tugs downward, which does nothing. His second try budges them no further and only makes you giggle.
"Stop laughing," He grumbles but you can see the smile hiding at the corner of his lips. "This was supposed to be hot"
"Let me help a little bit," you giggle, hooking your thumbs into the material and pushing them down over your hips.
Taking the edge of your panties back in his teeth he tugs a few more times, eventually managing to get them far enough loose that they slide down your legs. For all the trouble it's caused him it is worth it, and you can't help but bite your lip at the sight of him at your feet, your underwear in his teeth. 
As he kneels in front of you, his pupils blown wide, watching your every reaction, you realise while he holds a power over you, you hold just as much over him. This game of trading places, trading power, neither of you were going to win, because one would always give way to the other. You need him just as much as he needs you. 
He lifts one of your legs, then the other, removing the offending material of your panties. He pushes your legs apart as you lean against the table, your fingers digging into the wood with anticipation. 
His breath is hot against your skin as he runs his nose up your thigh, before placing soft kisses against your skin. 
"You're so fucking beautiful," he mumbles softly, more to himself than to you. It's a strangely soft sentiment given the way he's been so far, and more than any of his other words, his soft statement makes you tremble the most. "And so fucking delicious."
He licks a hot flat stripe the full length of you before swirling his tongue around your clit, drawing a high pitched moan from you, your hips bucking against his face. 
He gives a pleased hum at your reaction which vibrates through your core, before he devours you. He alternates between slow laps of his tongue against your clit, to pressing the hot muscle deep inside your core, tasting as much of you as he can. 
Your fingers wrap in his short curls, dragging your nails lightly against his scalp as you hold him to you, high pitched needy moans freely escaping from your throat as his tongue brings you steadily closer to the edge. 
You feel the familiar tendrils of heat snaking up through your belly, your legs trembling as he pushes you ever closer to the edge, the blissful edges of a climax just out of reach. 
Your hips arch, chasing his mouth as he pulls back, a broken whimper tearing from your throat. 
"Fuck, don't stop," you whimper as his lips move to your thighs, placing soft kisses there as though you arn't trembling in need. He takes your hands in his and gently presses them to the table, a silent command for you to keep them to yourself now. 
"Hmm are you going to apologise for what you said?" He presses a soft kiss to your thigh as he looks up at you, waiting for your answer. You're momentarily confused before you remember your comment about him being an old man. If he's expecting you to apologise he has another thing coming. You blink at him, tight lipped and stubborn. 
Santiago gives you a shrug, a mutter of "brat" and then goes straight back to lapping at your sensitive folds.
He brings you to the edge twice more, each time pulling away from you just before your climax hits, asking if you're ready to apologise as he goes back to peppering soft kisses against your thighs while you tremble. 
Every time you ignore his question, determined that eventually he'll give in. But he's more stubborn than that and by the fourth time he pulls away, you're ready to tell him anything he wants to hear if only he'll let you cum.
"Fuck I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you whimper, legs trembling, your nails digging into the edge of the table. He raises an eyebrow at your apology, the glimmer of a smirk on his lips, before dipping his head back to your heated core, dragging his tongue achingly slowly across your clit. "I'm s-sorry. Please don't stop. Please, please."
Just a few more moments and you'd be over the edge. You'd apologised. He had to give in this time. He had to let you cum now. He had to. 
You almost sob when he pulls away from you, the whimper of his name on your lips in a shaky plea.
"Santi," 
"I know, baby," he soothes softly, getting to his feet, "I know you wanna cum, but the first time I make you cum it's going to be on my cock."
Fuck. You're almost lost at his words alone, another needy whimper tearing itself from your throat. You almost don't mind that he stopped your climax yet again. Almost. 
"Up," he breathes, tapping the edge of the table, a gentle command. You jump onto the kitchen table, sitting with your legs dangling over the edge. 
"Off." You give your own demand, tugging at his shirt as he slots himself between your still trembling thighs. He allows you to this time, helping you pull it off before unbuttoning his pants, shoving them down, exposing his weeping cock. 
"Of course you go commando," you giggle breathlessly, rolling your eyes as he grins at you. Really you shouldn't be surprised, it's exactly the sort of thing you should have expected. Your mind can't help but slip into memories of every time you've playfully sat on his lap. 
"Easy access, baby," he shrugs. Wrapping his hands around your thighs he gives a sharp tug, dragging you to the edge of the table, and out of your thoughts. Your giggles cut off abruptly at the feel of his hard cock against your folds, coating him in your slick. 
He holds your waist in a gentle grip as his lips ghost across yours, his eyes flicking across your body, drinking in the sight of your naked bodies pressed together. 
"Please," you whisper softly, winding your arms around his neck, desperate need still sparking through your veins, "Don't make me wait any longer."
He captures your lips, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue, swallowing down your moan as he presses himself inside you devastatingly slowly, allowing you to feel every ridge and vein as you adjust to the stretch. 
You're expecting him to go to town, to rail you into the table until stars to explode across your vision. You don't expect him to still, drawing your body close against his chest, dropping his head to capture your lips, teasing them open to dip his tongue into your mouth.  
His hands explore your flesh, ghosting gently along your back, caressing the curve of your hip, fingers tiptoeing down your thighs as he kisses you, slowly, as though he isn't buried deep inside you, as though he has all the time in the world to savour this moment. As though he hasn't brought you to the edge only to drag you back, a maddening number of times. 
"Santi," you whimper in a plea against his mouth, your walls pulsing around him as he holds still. 
Pulling back he takes your lower lip in his teeth and tugs gently, a rogue smile blooming across his face when you let out another soft moan.
"I"ve always loved the way you say my name. I can't wait to hear how you scream it."
He uses that exact moment, as your eyes go wide at his words to pull almost all the way out of you before thrusting deep, punching the air from your lungs. 
It's blissful and euphoric. It's better than anything you could have imagined. Each thrust sends sparks scattering across your vision, pulling gasps and moans from you, each louder than the last. It takes him no time at all to drag you back to the edge, to hold you over the precipice of oblivion once more. 
Your nails dig into his back as you bury your face in his neck, kissing and biting his shoulder as you tremble, heat blooming out across your body, desperate to feel more of him, to taste more of him, to chase the impending high that he's kept from you. 
"You're close aren't you?" He groans, another deep thrust tearing a cry from your lips, "I can feel it."
"Yes," you whimper, wrapping your legs more firmly around his waist, trying to draw him deeper into you. 
Wrapping his fingers around your leg beneath your knee he tugs your leg upwards sharply, high above his hip, causing his next thrust to hit the spot within you that makes you wail in pleasure. 
"Fuck, right there," you whine, clinging onto him. He groans, his own stuttered curses mumbled against your neck as he pulls your body closer, barely leaving your wet heat with each deep thrust, rutting against you, desperate to be as close to you as possible. 
It's almost too much. The pressure and tension threading through your limbs makes you tremble with need. Practically sobbing, delirious with pleasure you drop your head to his shoulder, nails digging into his back as the tension builds and coils inside you.
"Look at me," he commands, his voice rough with lust.
You lift your head to meet his eyes, dark with lust, intense, soft and hard. It's the same look he gave you earlier, only this time he doesn't pull away, he drags you impossibly closer to him. Somewhere in your pleasure clouded mind, you register the noise of the neighbours banging on the wall and you let out a shaky laugh, Santiago's face breaking into a grin. But then he shifts just slightly, dragging your leg a little higher, thrusting a little harder, his hand slipping between your bodies to press against your clit, and the tension that had been building inside you snaps. The release washes over you in trembling waves as you hurtle over the edge into oblivion, a scream of his name tearing from your lips, your eyes squeezing shut, unable to keep his gaze as you fall apart around him. 
"Fuck. Fuck, baby. That's it, let me hear it." His arm tightens around your back, holding you up against his chest as your body convulses and trembles, his fingers still working against your clit as incoherent words and moans tear themselves from your throat, riding the high for as long as you can. 
He groans at the feel of your cunt pulsing and squeezing around him, his thrusts falling out of rhythm, working to his own climax. 
"Santi, Santi," you whimper his name over and over, your whole body trembling with the overstimulation. His muscles flex under your fingers as his hips stutter, plunging him deep into you with a low groan of your name muffled against your neck as he cums. 
There's a long suspended moment where neither of you move, where you still feel the tremors of your climaxes, where nothing else exists in the world. It seems to drag on forever, and yet all too quickly Santiago is letting down your leg slowly, running his palm up your thigh and around your waist, holding you to him as his forehead drops to yours. You allow your eyes to flutter closed, still trying to catch your breath. 
"You ok, baby?" He whispers softly, allowing his hands to roam across your damp skin, brushing across your back and hips, coming up to gently brush his thumb against your jaw. You manage to hum in assurance, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close. 
"Yeah," you whisper softly, as your fingers soothingly trace the scar at the base of his neck. "San, do you want to stay here tonight?"
"I'll stay until you kick me out," he promises, brushing his lips against yours, his hands continuing to explore your skin, as though memorising how it feels to touch you. He captures your lips sweetly in gentle kisses, over and over, as though he can't taste enough of you. 
"So, does this mean you're in love with me?" He finally whispers softly against your mouth. The question is quiet and soft, so different from his lustful growls that had filled your ears only moments earlier. There is such a hopeful edge to his tone that it makes your heart soften, any hurt that may have been caused by earlier events evaporated. 
Opening your eyes you regard him for a moment — His flushed cheeks, sweat beading on his brow, his eyes hopeful yet concerned. 
Even in the softest of moments you can't help but tease him, just a little. 
"Santiago, I like you a lot. But," you sigh, raising your hand to cup his cheek gently as he frowns, "I once saw you eat pineapple on your pizza and I could never love someone who -" 
"Ok, enough. Mala. You're such a brat," he complains, cutting you off. But he can't keep the grin from his face, relief bright in his eyes.
Giggling you frame his face with your hands, softly brushing your thumbs against his stubble as you bring your lips to his in a slow kiss. You pour your feelings into it, allowing him to see your heart without speaking. 
"Yeah, you're in love with me," He breathes with a relieved smile as you pull apart. 
"Yes," you admit with a soft smile, watching his face light up, "I'm in love with you. Now will you -"
"Shut up and kiss you?" He cuts in with a smug grin and a raise of his eyebrow. 
"Actually I was going to ask if you'd shut up and bring me a cookie. I'm gonna need the sugar before we pick another room," you pause to give him a teasing smile, knowing exactly how to get what you want now, "well, that's if your knees can handle it." 
Santi's knees survive the next round, but your bed is less fortunate. 
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Can I request a drabble 31. “Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.” with Santi? ❤
Don't Tease Me
dbf!Santiago "Pope" Garcia X Reader
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I know you didn't specifically say dbf!Santi, but I had this in mind for him so I went with it. Hope you like it!!! <3
Tags/Warnings: NSFW, fingering, age gap (both adults), dbf!Santi, it's Santi with his best friend's daughter so it's a little immoral but we stan.
Word Count: 788
Santiago Garcia, your father’s best friend and former squadmate, sat next to you on the couch in the living room on football Sunday, and he kept looking at you. You knew why he was looking. Of course you knew. You’d worn that short skirt on purpose, the one that hardly covered anything. You knew that your ass was on display for him and that he could probably see the red lacy thong in between your cheeks.
The look he gave you was made of danger. He was telling you that if he got you alone for even a second, he was going to have something to say to you. This wasn’t, after all, the first time you teased him like that.
There was the time at dinner when your dad and Santi had gone to the living room after you all finished eating and you were doing dishes. Santi came in to get another beer and saw you with your shorts pulled up between your cheeks for his pleasure. Then there was the time that you excused yourself from a barbecue in the backyard and you changed into a bikini before going back down to bathe in the hot tub, conveniently placing yourself right next to him.
Most recently, though, Santi’d had enough, and pinned you against the wall. Your father had dozed off during a football game last Sunday and you went to the bathroom. When you walked out, Santi was in the hall.
“I know what you’re trying to do, cut it out. This is ridiculous, you’re my best friend’s kid.”
Now one week later, your dad was in his recliner, fighting off sleep while you leaned on the arm of the couch, proudly displaying your rear to his best friend. When half-time came around, your dad went to grab more beer in the kitchen.
“Shit outta beer,” he said, “I’m running to the store, you two need anything?”
Santi looked at you with a borderline evil glare, “nope, I’ll be right here. I’ll keep an eye on…for you.”
When your dad left and closed the door behind him, there was an awkward silence in the air. You were sitting up straight now.
“You think you’re funny or something? Huh? Dressing like that? Acting like…what are you doing.” He asked as you scooted forward.
“Santi, he doesn’t have to know.” You stood up and shimmied off your thong, tossing it on the floor.
Santiago gulped, looking you up and down.
You chuckled, “Santi, your eyes are already saying yes…” you walked forward, straddling him. He placed a hand on both of your hips, “now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.”
You were taken by surprise when he grabbed your shirt and pulled you in for a bruising kiss. He was quick, bringing his thick fingers under your skirt and rubbing them along your clit. You moaned into his mouth.
“Is this what you wanted? Huh?” Sant asked through clenched teeth before sliding a finger into your dripping channel.
“Y-yes, Santi!” You cried, tossing your head back.
“Good…fuckin’ brat.” He said before pushing his other finger in.
His fingers were surely coated, you’d been soaking wet since he’d arrived, just waiting for this opportunity. You wanted his cock so badly, but knew that would have to wait for another day. You felt lucky you even got him to finger fuck you on your dad’s couch. You knew he’d wanted this too, you could see it every time he looked at you, he just wouldn’t fucking act on it, until now. Finally. 
“Who knew you’d turn out to be such a little tease, huh? Walking around, wearing your little skirts and thin shirts.”
He shifted, pushing you down to laying on your back on the couch. He climbed over you, keeping his fingers inside and looking down at them as he kept fucking them in and out of you. You arched your back, angling his digits deeper, feeling your body becoming numb under his touch.
“S-Santi I…”
“You what, fucking say it…” He kept pumping into you
He was grunting, clearly enjoying this too.
“Santi I’m going to come…f-fuck…ah.” Your cunt crushed his fingers while he continued gliding them over your walls.
“There you go, cover your dad’s couch sweetheart. Good luck explaining the mess to him.” He kept going, even when you were too sensitive and screaming for him to stop, until you both heard a car door close.
The look you exchanged with Santi was one of terror, but by the time your father walked inside, you had retrieved your panties from the floor and you were waving at him on your way to the bathroom, hoping he didn’t suspect a thing…
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