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Friend Of A Friend
Santiago Garcia x Young Reader
Summary: being tess's best friend has its ups and downs but the best one being her dad's best friend
Warning: reader is 20, wall sex
Yn/3rd person pov
I smiled widely as I climbed into the car greeting them as I got in "long time no see yn" Santiago grinned as he turned to me I bite my lip blushing slightly "yea it has" I murmured.
He glanced at tess to make sure she wasn't looking before winking at me making my cheeks redder before he turned back to the front.
"Tess, yn Santiago here is picking you up from shopping ok I have a meeting so I won't be home intill late" Tom said looking at us through the review mirror "he just needs to remember that and not forget us for a girl" tess teased making them laugh.
I just grinned slightly when tess turned to me but I was kinda jealous I've always had a crush on Santiago since I was 16 I mean who wouldn't and there's been many times when I was around and the guys were to making fun of him about his hot informants.
He's always been kind to me and since my 18th birthday we've gotten a little closer when we're alone but nothing more then light touches, little flirts and playful winks, he never seems to cease to make me blush.
"Haha very funny there is none of that anymore" he chuckled making tess lean forward looking at him with wide eyes "has thee santiago gracia the player finally found the one" she squealed my heart stopped and my eyes fluttered.
He shook his head still laughing "honestly I want to but I don't think she feels the same" he murmured my hands wavered as I grabbed his seat leaning forward to see him "how did you meet her" I asked thankfully the hurt I felt didn't show in my voice.
"Uh" he paused thinking glancing to the side of him out the window "she's a friend of a friend" he grinned tess started guessing names of his informants as I bit the inside of my cheek and sat back against my seat.
We turned into the mall parking lot tess's rambling calming down as we neared the entrance "have a fun time girls" santiago laughed as we said our goodbyes I just nodded acknowledging him as I got out joining tess on the pavement she waved her dad goodbye and watched as they drove away "what shop to first".
-Time skip
I was browsing the different merch sections in hot topic waiting for tess has she tried stuff on through the corner of my eye I noticed one of the male employees watching me and following me into each row a few minutes I move.
"Can I help you with something" I asked ironic its supposed to be the other way around, I crossed my arms over my chest as I turned to him, he looked like a deer in headlights "i-i" he rubbed the buck of his neck nervously.
"I came to ask for you number" I cringed as he snuffled through his nose the sound almost making me gag "I have a boyfriend" I lied turning back to the shelf of items but he stepped towards me making me taking a step back.
"He wouldn't have to know" he spoke seductively it made me sick "no thank you" I huffed trying to leave but he caught my wrist pulling me to him he sweat smell making nose crinkle "let me go" I muttered.
What the two didn't notice was that tess was done with trying things on and saw the whole thing "hey santiago we need your help" that was all she had to say to make him speed his way over.
"I said no" I growled trying to pull my way out his hold but his grip only tightened making me gasp in pain "hey dick head" the man holding me turned his head only to get punched in the cheek by a red faced Santiago.
I stumbled to the ground as the employee released me "hey you ok" tess whispered as she feel to her knees beside me but my eyes never left santiago as he beat the creep up "i-uh" I couldn't find the words my heart was beating in my ears and my breath was shallow.
Santiago was stopped by security but released as they went over the footage and took the employee instead "come on girls" he panted urging us out and walked behind us silently "total guard dog effect" tess whispered leaning over to me but I didn't answer my eyes trained to the ground.
"Let's get you guys home" he muttered unlocking the car I took a seat in the back and just went on my phone only answering when they spoke to me directly.
"I'll see you Monday yn" my head snapped to tess who was out the car I didn't even realize we were at her house or that she was getting dropped off first, "come up front yn" he smiled turning to me, I hesitated before nodding and climbed out to get into the passengers seat.
He pulled out the driveway and headed down the street "how are you feeling" he asked briefly turning to me as we slowly pulled to a stop "i-i'll be ok" I murmured looking down to my wrist that was reddening slightly, santiago gently grabbed it and pulled it to his face laying a gentle kiss on it.
"I'm sorry I couldn't get there sooner" he said slowly lacing his fingers into mine, my cheeks became red as a tomato as I looked at our intertwined hands "I should've gone with you guys" he said slowly bringing our intertwined hands the the middle console leaning onto it as he went back to driving as the light turned green.
"I should've killed him" he muttered but I squeezed his hands lightly making him release a breath "I'm sorry" he whispered "it wasn't your fault" I said looking ahead at the road infront of us "he needed to learn some manners" he laughed at my statement and immediately agreed "yeah he can't mess with my girl" santiagos laughed ceased as those words left his lips.
My eyes immediately snapped to his "w-what" I asked my heart beat slowly increasing "i-i didn't say anything" he stuttered a wide smile pasted on my lips something I knew about santiago is he would somewhat stutter when he's trying to cover his tracks or nervous "you called me your girl" I murmured my smiled still widening.
He sighed slowly laughing to himself "yea" he paused "I guess I did" I squealed internally and shifted excitedly but sadness took over as we turned into my street "so am I a friend of a friend" I murmured "yes you are" his words made a shiver run down my spine, he slowed the car down turning into my driveway "are your parents home" he asked leaning onto the steering wheel looking at my house.
"No their away for the weekend" I murmured making him smile "mind if I come inside" he grinned towards me making me clench my thighs as I felt myself dampen I nodded eagerly unbuckling myself quickly and he did the same, he followed me inside and as soon as he kicked the door close his lips were on mine and his hands were feeling up and down my sides.
"I've been wanting you for so long" I moaned against his lips as my fingers entangled themselves in his hair "I know you have" he murmured making me lightly tug at his hair, his hands tugged off our clothes before be pressed me up against the wall "I need you now" he groaned pulling away from my lips.
One of his hands felt up and down my slit making my eyes flutter and a pleasured gasp leave my lips "shit your already dripping" he smirked and slowly moved his dick up against me, he slid it up and down my slit collecting my wetness on him "fuck" he groaned and slowly pushed in his hands moving to cage me in by settling beside my head.
My hands tugged at his hair again and a struggled moan left my lips his cock was stretching me out so much "that's it, that's a good girl" he growled and slowly started to pull out and push back in, he watched my face intently only increasing the pace when he sees my eyes flutter in pleasure or hear my soft whines.
"So fucking good mi amor" he whispered leaning down to my neck pressing his lips to my skin sucking harshly "s-shit" I cursed my knees buckling he swiftly caught me and put his hands under my thighs and lifted me up his thrusts never ceasing.
My moans were fueling his desire more, he nibbled and nipped at my skin making my breath catch in my throat, my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I leaned it up against the wall, I felt a knot form in my stomach and santiagos cock start to pulse "cum with me mi amor" he groaned licking a long strip along the hickies he littered on my neck, I nodded eagerly.
His grunts and groans grow louder as his hard thrust slightly fultered, our sounds of pleasure mixed together as we cam "fuck" I cried and santiago just growled lowly into my ear as he filled me up his nails digging into my skin, my hands dropped from his hair and I leaned my head onto his shoulder panting.
"Don't think we're done yet baby girl, you still have to make up for the times you've made me so fucking hard"
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I feel like Santiago Garcia barely gets any fluff content. Prompt 24. “oh, god, i’m sorry about your shirt.” *shirt is drenched in tears* “it’s okay. i was planning on throwing it out anyway.” Would be so pleasant with him, please with a cherry on top!
Here With You (Santiago Garcia x reader)
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A/N: You’re so right for this, yes we need more Santi fluff <3 Thanks for the ask, sweet nonnie!
Word count: 714 words
Warnings: A little bit of parental angst (you know the usual)
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You storm into your shared apartment, throwing the door open and letting it hit the wall with a bang. You were fuming, angry at the way the lunch with your mother went. You knew it was going to be like this, full of arguments, disagreements and just plain insulting. You have brought yourself up over the past few years, indirectly cutting yourself off from your parents and never relying on them ever since you entered university.
You decided to give it a chance a few weeks ago, when your mother finally contacted you, asking to see you. You craved simple love, the love that your parents would most definitely provide you if they chose to try. You had made sure that the lunch would go perfectly, booking the best restaurants and making sure that her dietary needs were satisfied, but most importantly, you made sure you were on your best behaviour.
But no matter how hard you tried, your mother always got on your nerves, lighting every single one of them on fire and you began to argue with her. You got up, paid the bill and left, your head hot with all of the thoughts you had meant to say to your mother. Now, you were home and you wanted to scream and kick everything that came across you. Before you tried to do anything, a blurry figure ran out of the kitchen, clutching a wooden spoon in one hand and a pot in the other, wearing your eggplant designed apron.
“What the hell?! Is everything okay?” Santiago Garcia lowered his makeshift weapons and stared at you incredulously.
“Shit, I’m so sorry Santi, didn’t mean to burst in like that.” you said, your anger quickly turning into guilt.
Ex military Santiago Garcia didn’t like loud noises and you felt like an idiot, not remembering your roommate and his very real PTSD.
“You didn’t answer my question, are you okay?” he asked again, inching closer to you, his voice softer this time.
In that moment, everything came crashing down on you and you ran into Santi’s arms. You hugged him tightly and started to sob, every cell in your body breaking down from the strain that is your parents. You felt Santi pull the both of you down with his body frame, setting the cooking utensils aside and pulling you into his lap properly, letting you sob into his chest as you mumbled garbage that you thought was coherent.
“It's okay, dulce niña, let it out, you’re okay, you’re here now and I’m here with you.” Santiago whispered through your sobs as you shook against his hard body.
He caressed your hair and rocked you, lulling you into a soothed state, leaving you only with hiccups after he had dried your tears with the edge of the eggplant apron he was wearing. You emerged from his chest a few minutes later, once you had fully calmed down, rubbing your nose with your sweater sleeve. You came face to face with Santiago’s worried eyes and you gave him a small smile, indicating that you were feeling a lot better.
You looked down and your eyes caught the huge wet patch on Santi’s shirt that had formed from your crying session.
“Oh, god, Santi, your shirt! I’m so sorry.” you said, trying to rub at the wet patch with your sleeves but to no avail.
Santiago caught your arms with a chuckle.
“That’s alright, dulce niña, I was planning to throw this shirt out anyway.” he said with a grin.
You nodded before realising that he was messing with you.
“You dick!” you punch him affectionately before throwing your arms around his neck again.
“Thanks, Santi.” you mumble into his shoulder.
“You do know that if you need to talk, I’m always here right?” he whispers back, making your heart swell with happiness.
“I know, and I love you for that.” you say, bringing your face slightly forward and kissing his cheek.
“I know you’re judging my cooking, I made spaghetti and you’re not having any.” He said, before deploying a tickle attack, making you squeal and scream, desperate to get away from his claws.
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I wanted to post it here with the original audio cause tik tok change it 😭 I HATE YOU TIK TOK
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Shades of Red (Part 2) [TF: Santiago Garcia x Reader]
PART 1
'Worth An Oscar | Masterlist'
Context: You tried your hardest not to be bothered by Santi's lies and antics at Sierra's birthday party, but you were failing miserably, so you excused yourself and went outside to get some air.
Warning: Angst, Alcohol Consumption
[ A/N: I apologize for the delay. I just saw an Oscar Isaac short film that left my jaw on the ground. There will be a third part to this! "Shades of Red Part 3" And if there are any errors or unnecessary POV shifts that I missed, please disregard them hehe.]
It was late at night, and you were sitting alone on a double glider swing in the backyard of the house. You know you should be spending time with Sierra, but you needed some fresh air, and the cool breeze of the night came in handy. The moon and the sound of the wind are your only companions as you continue reflect on what happened earlier.
It wasn't like you to be bothered by trivial matters, but this time it's Santiago, and you just can't sit still. He was acting strange the entire day; he had never spoken to you since you two arrived and had always distanced himself whenever you were around. That irritated you so much that you were about to let your emotions take over again if Sierra hadn't intervened.
However, despite the fact that Santi was not approaching you, his gaze was glued to you. You'd catch him sneaking glances and sometimes just straightforwardly stare at you from the other side of the room.
Because you needed answers, you wanted to be the one to start a conversation. You wanted answers to why he lied about Sierra inviting you here, why he lied to his sister, and why he continued to behave in this manner. But whenever you had the opportunity to go to him, he would always make excuses and move away.
And it turns out that you weren't the only one who noticed his strange behavior.
"If something is going on between you and Pope, again, I suggest you both fix it now, not just look at each other from the other side of the room." While conversing with Fish earlier, you asked why he was giving you a dirty look despite knowing what he was about to say. When you and Santi argued about something, whether big or small, Fish was always there to console you. But there was a time where he never got to make you feel better.
The gang had their say, with most of them surprised that you were here with Santiago and some concerned about how you both act around each other.
"Little Ms. Saint's here? You with him again?"
"Hohoho, are you guys keeping secrets now? Coming here with matching clothes? Since when, Y/N?"
To be honest, you went outside as well because it was becoming too much for you. You felt as if the air inside had become thin, causing pain in your chest and lungs. But despite that, one of those words stood out the most to you. "Stop eye-fucking each other, just get a room, will you?" Benny's direct remark, combined with the possibility that Santi heard it as well, gave you butterflies.
This caused you to get frustrated even more, not only with Santi, but also with yourself, because you kept experiencing conflicting emotions. How could you possibly understand Santi when you can't even understand yourself?
You leaned back on the wooden swing, hugging yourself as another blast of cold air sent shivers down your spine. You wanted to go home but couldn't bring yourself to say it because you didn't want Sierra to be upset. You closed your eyes and bit your lips hard, feeling your chest tighten once more.
"Fuck Cupid, why him?" you questioned quietly, your voice quivering as you cupped both hands to your face. You're annoyed by why everything sucks, and what irritates you even more is that you don't know the answer. You wanted this to be over, to be free of Santi, or anyone else for that matter.
Then it hit you: a solution to your problems.
You can re-enlist and maybe that can set your mind off of Santi.
Your future planning made you feel hopeful, and you were unaware that someone was already standing beside you. When you became conscious of the presence, you flinched in surprise and clutched your chest as your heart skipped a beat. "I'm sorry," he said, not intending to scare you.
You took a deep breath before closing your eyes briefly, still trying to relax your heartbeat. Santi stood patiently, his hand resting on the arm rest of the swing in front of you, his other free hand in his pockets, waiting for you to be okay again. "What is it?" you glared at him.
"Can I sit?" he asked, motioning with his hand to the empty seat in front of you. This caused you to tilt your head and cross your arms. He wants to talk to you now? Is he only interested in talking to you when you're both alone? Is he embarrassed to be seen with you? The thoughts made your heart ache and your head spin slightly. You gave him a single nod before turning your gaze to the house where many people were still celebrating.
Santi smiled warmly before entering the swing and carefully sitting down, causing the swing to move slightly. Your head turned back to him, your gaze briefly falling to your touching knees before returning to him. Staring into his deep dark eyes in the peace and quiet was preferable to being alone here earlier. "You look lovely," Santi said, clearing his throat.
"It took you all day to say that? What do you want?" you huffed out a frustrated laugh, your nails digging into your arms as you narrowed your eyes on him. Santiago tensed up, slightly averting his gaze before clenching his jaw. "I'm sorry," he said, lowering his head.
"You keep saying tha-"
"I'm sorry for everything," Santi closed his eyes tightly. "You wouldn't come if I didn't lie about Sierra inviting you." You kept your mouth shut as he finally confessed, waiting for his other explanations. Santi slowly opened his eyes, licking his lips before turning to face you. His gaze searched your entire face, as he usually did when you were sleeping in bed next to him. "I wanted.... I wanted to see you again, and I used Sierra's birthday as an excuse," he continued, pausing when his voice quivered.
Your shoulders drooped in response to his words. "Why did you want to see me again, Santiago? After what you did? After all these years?" you sniffed, your voice shaking as tears sting your eyes. You wanted to know why he was acting this way because you'd had enough of feeling like shit.
Santiago slouched in an attempt to get closer to you. "Because I lied, Y/N. I'm a liar." His brow arched as he couldn't hold back his emotions, and tears welled up in his eyes, which he quickly wiped away. You shook your head, indicating that you were perplexed by what he was saying.
"You still remember why we broke up, don't you?" he asked, making you snicker. Who could ever forget the worst day of her life? The day that made you sick to the point of having to miss work, the day that caused you to distance yourself from everyone else and the world, and the day that made you hate yourself.
You furrowed your brows and lowered your hands to your lap, which he quickly took and encased in his larger ones. You wanted to reclaim your hands, but the feeling of them being near Santi's made you hesitate. "I lied so you'd back down from the mission," he began, and you could feel your heartbeat pounding incessantly with just those few words. "I couldn't bear the thought of you going into that mission knowing there's a good chance everything could go wrong." His grip on your hands tightened.
"I was supposed to come back to you after it was finished, but I was too stupid to realize how much I had hurt you in the process." Santi's cheeks became damp with tears, and he moved closer to the edge of the seat to be closer to you. "So I stayed away because I wanted you to live your life without me, but I couldn't stay away for long."
Your lips quivered and your hands shook as tears streamed down your cheeks. He lied? After all those years of thinking it was your fault and blaming yourself nonstop, it was Santi's fault?
"That's why I didn't ask for you when we went to Lorea; I lost Tom, and I can't afford to lose you as well."
You clenched your teeth before abruptly withdrawing your hand, startling Santi. "What do you mean you can't afford to lose me? You already did, Santiago! You made me believe I was wrong all these years, and I blamed myself for not being enough and forcing you to find someone else." You screamed at him, your chest tightening to the point of strangulation. You walked out of the swing, clutching your chest, and attempted to walk away from him when he grabbed your hand and pulled you back.
"Please, please, please, I'm sorry, It wasn't true, it wasn't your fault," Santiago continued to whisper in your ear as he drew you to him and engulfed you in his embrace. With panting breaths, you attempted to move away from him, harshly punching his chest to force him to let go, but he refused. "I was selfish, I'm sorry," Santi murmured as he cupped the back of your head, forcing you to press your face against his pounding chest.
"I can't, Santi, it hurts so much." You sobbed, feeling as if your heart was tearing into two again. "Please let me go." You couldn't stand being in his presence any longer; you could feel your knees buckle beneath you as you reacted to every brush of his hands.
Those gentle and tender brushes that you missed.
Your plea brought Santi to a halt, his breath catching as his grip loosened. "I will... I will, I'm sorry," he sniffed, gently holding both of your shoulders and backing away slightly. You could breathe a little easier now that he wasn't holding you down, but you still struggled to get enough oxygen to keep your heartbeat steady.
"Every night I blamed myself for not being enough for you, Santi, you have no idea how much you destroyed me," you began, lowering your voice and nudging his hands away from you.
Santi pursed his lips, heartbroken at the sight of you sobbing. As exhaustion washed over you, you shook your head and ran your hand through your now disheveled hair. "I can't," you said as you took a step backwards towards the gate, slightly losing your balance. "I only did it because I l-" Santi tried to follow you with worried eyes, but you stopped him with your open hand. "D-Don't."
You sprinted out of the backyard door as soon as he obeyed, not wanting the others to see you crying, even though you were certain they had overheard you both. Santi helplessly watched as you ran away from him, swearing under his breath as he gripped his hair, crying silently that it hurt his throat.
Santiago did what he had to, to keep you safe. It was a mission he knew had a high chance of failing, so he was fine if only he died, but the thought of you dying alongside him hurt him more. So that's why he lied; he lied in order to break your heart and cause you to distance yourself from him, which you did. But he didn't consider the other outcome, the unintended consequence of his deception.
Santiago knelt on the grass, looking up at the night sky, completely swamped by floods of multiple emotions: rage, devastation, remorse, and desperate desire. He hadn't been able to express his emotions in a long time, so when one escaped, he couldn't stop the others.
Santi lowered his head, closing his eyes and weeped quietly. He should go after his girl, but he's hesitant because he doesn't want to hurt her any longer. He heard how she felt, he saw how he broke her, and he is terrified of doing it again.
"Santiago."
His head jerked to the left when a woman called out to him, walking towards his kneeling figure. Santi quickly wiped his tears away and cleared his throat before rising to his feet. "Camila, what are you doing out here? It's late at night," he inquired, slightly embarrassed that his sister had seen his vulnerability. Camila faced Santi, who was avoiding eye contact and wiping dirt from his jeans. "Where's Y/N?" she questioned, her gaze drawn to the open fence door before raising a brow at Santi.
Santi sighed and ran his tongue over his lips briefly before returning his gaze to Camila's. "She....gone to buy something," he lied, not wanting to include his sister in his personal drama. Camila scoffed at Santi, eyeing him incredulously, "I'm not stupid, brother; the moment you two walked in, I knew something was up."
Santi huffed out a chuckled at how perceptive his sister is; he should have known she was feeling something.
"I..I just fucked up again," Santi admitted, his voice hoarse and quiet. Camila sighed at how sorry his brother appeared, "Then fix it properly this time," she said as she walked closer to him, crossing her arms and carefully scrutinizing Santi's face. Camila rolled her eyes as he shook his head. "If you think you're both done, Santiago, you're the idiot; I saw how you looked at her and how she did the same; that's not something that's failed."
Santiago closed his eyes firmly, shedding a single tear as he massaged his nose bridge, muttering something under his breath. "Santiago, I know you have a brain so use it; if Y/N truly has no feelings for you anymore, she wouldn't have come here, whether Sierra invited her or not; you know how much this house means to her, how much you mean to her." Camila poked Santi on the shoulder with her finger.
After a while of convincing, Santi's fogged mind started to ease up, his sister's words finally sinking in and understanding what each meant. He opened his eyes to look at Camila who was genuinely smiling at him, "You made a mistake, and mistakes are meant to be fixed."
Santiago's lips formed a small smile, nodding in agreement and snickering at how stupid he is. He was so ashamed that his sister had to talk him out of it in order for him to get back on track. But maybe it was for the best, because he never really got help from anyone else after he and you split up.
"I'm sorry I had to drag you into this," Santi groaned as he face palmed.
"No, Santi. I'm here because you need help and you're my brother," Camila embraced him, rubbing his back before pulling away and looking in the direction you went to. "Everything will be fine. You're Santiago Pope Garcia; suck it up and go get her. Don't let her go this time or I'll be the one to punch you in the face," she joked.
Santi laughed as he remembered how you punched him in the face when you two broke up, leaving a mark that took weeks to fade. "Thank you." He said sincerely, grateful that someone was there.
"Don't thank me yet. Now go and get Sierra's favorite auntie."
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After a while of walking around the neighborhood, your feet began to ache, and luckily you stopped by the bar you always went to whenever you and the gang celebrated something. Even though you were always wasted when you drank alcohol, you still wanted something to distract you from the constant tears that streamed down your cheeks.
You're aware that drinking alone in this state is a bad idea, but your mind isn't functioning properly right now, so who gives a shit?
"Ms. L/N, should I call someone to pick you up?" Lance, the bartender who had been looking after you while you were drinking nonstop, asked worriedly as he tried to keep you from hitting your head on the wooden countertop.
"N-no, I'm fine," you stammered, raising your head and looking at Lance with hooded eyes, assuring him that you were okay even though you weren't. You languidly reached for your glass and motioned it towards him, wanting more. You'd already had a lot of drinks, but you weren't satisfied; you liked how the alcohol burned your throat and made you feel good.
Lance sighed and took your glass, keeping an eye on you to see if you'd do something stupid. You waited for him by resting your elbow on the counter and your head on the back of your hand. You closed your eyes briefly, your lids getting heavier by the second. "I believe I should contact someone, Ms. L/N. Perhaps Mr. Garcia is available to-"
"No!" you exclaimed, your eyes widening and your other free hand pointing at him. "I'm here because of him," you hiccupped, your brows knitting as you remembered why you were here in the first place. You wanted to get away from him, from everybody. When you noticed that your glass had been refilled, you bit your lip and eagerly took it, chugging it down without pausing.
After nearly choking on your drink, you slammed it down on the table, causing a loud thud and startling Lance. You slowly closed your eyes and exhaled sharply, feeling the heat of your body and the constant pounding of your heart in your aching chest.
You ran a hand through your tangled hair before placing both palms on your face, your now lips quivering. "A-Are you okay?" Lance frantically reached out for you as you began to sob. Everything was flooding back in, your emotions as well as the alcohol you had consumed earlier.
You couldn't help but let it out again, even though your eyes were already stinging from the torrent of tears. It was fortunate that you and Lance were the only people in this establishment; he was about to close and leave when you approached him for assistance. You dropped and crossed your arms on the table, bowing your head, as if you were a child crying because their mother had abandoned them on the first day of school.
"I-I'm fine," you sobbed, lifting your head and biting your arm harshly to keep from crying out loudly. "I'm going to get someone," Lance said, having had enough of your breakdown and not wanting to stand there and just watch you. You tried closing your eyes to calm your breathing, but it didn't work. Why were you still so affected by Santi? It had been years, but it felt like it had only been yesterday.
"Stupid!" you cursed out, raising your head as you slapped and wiped your face with your hand. You slouched on your stool, now alone inside this bar, and fiddled with your hands. You assumed that this was just a side effect of the alcohol and that you'd be fine the next day, but there was something in you that tells you things wouldn't be the same. When your phone vibrated for the tenth time this night, you furiously knitted your brows. Because you didn't want to talk to anyone, you didn't bother looking to see who it was.
Your eyelids dropped along with the heavy feeling in your limbs as the exhaustion increased, causing you to fall backwards onto the hard cold floor. But someone has already caught you before your back hits the ground and injures you.
"I got you, I got you," Santiago murmured softly, gently placing his hand on your back to keep you from falling. You struggled to open your eyes after hearing his voice. "Hey, are you okay?" he anxiously inquired, tapping your cheek with his other hand and wiping your hair away from your face. You couldn't respond or even move because your entire body felt like it had gone limp.
"Why would you drink? You know you've always been a bad drinker," Santi scolded, arching his brows as he sat you back up on the stool properly. Hearing him say that made you unconsciously cackle, knowing he was correct. Santi would always be right beside you, keeping an eye out for you whenever you drank alcohol.
As the room felt like it was floating around like a boat in the ocean, your vision splitting into two, you playfully turned to Santi and placed both your hands on his shoulders. "Because.....Because I wanted to forget, but instead....I remembered everything, that's so unfair!" you whined, frowning and lightly hitting him with your fists.
"You've had enough, let me take you home." Santi cupped your head gently, forcing you to look at him even though you were struggling to keep your eyes open. He turned to take your bag from the counter and slung it over his shoulder. "No, I don't need you, S-anti," you interjected, attempting to distance yourself from him.
You giggled randomly as you let the weight of your body overcome you, not feeling like yourself anymore. "Shit, I told you," Santi hurriedly placed his arm behind you and hooked his other arm under your legs to carry you because he knew you wouldn't be able to walk in this condition. As Santi began to lift you up, you threw your head back and closed your eyes. "I can...walk home, you know? I don't need you. I've been alone....for-for three years." Your words were barely audible, but Santiago understood.
"Thank you, Lance, for looking after her." Santiago nodded to Lance, who opened the door for you both. Santiago took careful steps to ensure you won't fall as you both walked towards the exit. "No problem, you should probably take care of her; I'm not sure if it'd be okay if she'd re-enlist in that condition," Lance said as he followed you two out of the bar. Santi carefully adjusted your head so that it was now resting on his shoulder, but he came to a halt when Lance said something. "Pardon? Re-enlist?" he asked, his brow furrowed and his voice a little worried.
Lance put his keys in his pockets after locking the front door and turning to face Santiago, who was staring at him. "Yeah, Ms. L/N was ranting about something and said she'd re-enlist first thing tomorrow," Lance said, glancing at you, who was now sleeping comfortably despite the fact that you were still being carried.
Santi's mouth closed and his chest tightened suddenly. "Thank you for informing me, have a nice night," he said before turning to amble towards his already opened car. Lance saying that bluntly made Santi feel even worse. Were you really going to join the army again just to get away from him?
Santiago looked somberly at your now-sleeping figure, scrutinizing every feature illuminated by the glowing moon and dim lamp posts before carefully placing you in his passenger seat. "I'm sorry," he whispered softly before kissing the crown of your head and briefly closing his eyes before removing the strands of hair in your face. After some time of being captivated by your undeniable beauty, he slowly let you go before quietly closing the door and quickly entering the driver's seat to take you home.
...
Because the bar wasn't far from your house, you and Santi were there in no time. It was getting cold outside, which made you feel a little uncomfortable, so Santi hurriedly carried you out of his vehicle and took you inside to get you ready for bed.
The sweet atmosphere of your home greeted you both as Santiago placed your bag on the couch and silently closed the door behind him, hurrying up to your bedroom upstairs. "Santi...?" you called out, your voice strained as you struggled to open your eyes fully. As he reached the top of the stairs, Santiago smiled at you. "You're home," he reassured you, not wanting you to panic if you were still out of your consciousness.
This wasn't the first time Santi had brought you home while you were wasted. You drank a lot of alcohol on your first date, and despite his warnings that it was a bad idea to drink, he stayed beside you and looked after you until your hangover subsided. He never asked for anything in return; all he wanted was to be right beside you, even if it meant assisting you while throwing up in the bathroom.
You two were perfect for each other; your parents agreed and loved him, and his family reciprocated. Hell, both of you were even thinking about getting married and having children if it hadn't been for that stupid mission that separated you two.
As the familiar mattress touched your cold back, you felt your body relax. Even if the room still felt like it was spinning, it wasn't so bad now that you were home and Santiago was here......wait, he's here?
Santiago was about to leave after pulling the warm comforter over your shoulder to keep you warm when he felt a hand softly grab his arm. He surprisingly looked at your hand before looking at your droopy eyes, which were captivated by him despite the lack of light. "Pope....please stay," you pleaded as a soft whimper escaped your mouth, your hand falling from his to the bed. Even though you weren't quite yourself, you knew it was you who wanted Santi to stay.
Santi's eyes glowed with hope when he heard you say that. His breath caught in his throat as he gingerly reached out for your hand, "Of course," he said as he lowered himself and brought your hand up to his mouth to delicately kiss them. Once your vision began to dim, a faint smile formed on your lips, but just before you succumbed to darkness, your gaze was drawn to the vibrant red rose that seemed to glimmer on your nightstand.
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Watercolor Eyes ║ Santiago "Pope" Garcia
a/n: this fic is directly inspired by @prolix-yuy 's absolutely gorgeous series something new I can't recommend this series enough it was such a joy to read, and after reading her headcanons about the other sw! triple frontier boys I couldn't stop thinking of santi <33 thank you so much for allowing me to be a part of this world and write for it! I hope you enjoy 💕
and special thank to my bby @inklore who supports me always and beta'd this fic for me, ilysm 💖
pairing: santiago "pope" garcia x fem!reader
genre: smut with little plot, minors dni
word count: 7k
summary: after another day of lack of customers and loneliness, you come across a flyer that might grant you a night of relief and pleasure.
warnings: sex worker!santi, oral (receiving & first time), dirty talking, bdsm dynamics, soft dom!santi, sub!reader, reader showing brat tendencies, brat tamer!santi, piv, use of a condom, squirting, the use of sir, swearing, orgasm denial/cumming on command, soft bondage, dry humping, teasing, begging, aftercare
Watercolor Eyes Masterlist
The neon letters shine loud and bright within the night: Cafe Watercolor. Seeing the pink sign used to make you smile, it was a sign that represented your dreams, your hopes, your future. Now it only symbolizes the harsh truth of reality. You’re a failure. Unable to get your small bakery cafe off the ground. You sit behind the counter, head propped up with your elbow as you look outside with a bored gaze. The air conditioning hisses, mixing with the coffee shop playlist you prepared the day before you opened up your little cafe. The tunes of a melancholic piano overlaps the sound of the air conditioner, the vocals of “The head and the heart” filling the small space.
Summers in Florida consist of humidity, rain and the burning sun. To you, it’s hell on heart. But as someone who always felt more focused with the pitter patters of raindrops, it wasn’t that bad. With a broken sigh, you watch a couple, hand in hand, soaked to the marrow, running to the bus stop. The pouring rain should’ve been any coffee shop owners bread and butter, people searched for shelter, the scent of coffee and sweets was always enticing enough to beckon them inside. Sadly, they either ran past the shop, much similarly to the couple from before, or took shelter at the coffee shop right across from you. It was brighter, bigger, and had all of those fancy new drinks. Right now your menu is limited, you focus on the baking aspect more, there lays your true passion, but you enjoyed a good cup of coffee as well so you threw that into the mix too.
And you know it’s good coffee. Those who bothered to enter would be astounded by the rich flavors and the free baked goods you threw in. You just need them to take one bite. After that they came again and again.
But a couple of regulars isn’t enough to keep your business afloat, not in this economy.
You could only hire two baristas, and since they were underpaid grad students, you didn’t blame them for not wanting to stick their neck out for the small shop. They were already juggling two other jobs.
Your family warned you; Don’t do it, they had said, You didn’t waste years of study just to open a coffee shop. Since you were a kid they wanted you to delve into the cruel world of academia. You studied archaeology, it was fun. Obviously. Who wouldn’t like to dig and unravel the remnants of a ruined civilization? But your heart always ached for something else. You didn’t want to waste your life competing with friends and others, you didn’t enjoy your classmates viewing you as a threat just because you got a good grade. You hated always having to look over your shoulder, worrying if the person that smiled at you genuinely meant it or not. It was chaotic, stress inducing. The job itself was fun, but the backstage wasn’t.
So you quit right after finishing grad school. Sure, maybe you should’ve stuck it to your parents and quit sooner, but you assumed if you actually finished studying they would finally let you go.
Of course they didn’t.
Shaking your head, you force yourself to stand up. You might as well close up shop. You don’t need your electricity bill to get even higher. Heart broken, you walk to the large window, the day's special baked goods written on the window. You almost cry when you wipe it off the board, you worked really hard on those croissants, you will have to take them home, again. At least your neighbors were happy about the free desserts.
The rain had stopped. Lonely water drops sliding down the glass, you see that the couple is still waiting for their bus. When the guy leaned in for a kiss, laughing and wet, your heart breaks a little. How long has it been since your last date? When has anyone ever looked at you like that? No one, that’s who. You had one lousy boyfriend and a couple of bad dates, after graduating your whole love and effort had gone into the shop. Needless to say you didn’t have much time to scroll the endless fuckboys of Tinder.
Tearing your gaze away from the couple’s private moment, you turn off the neon light, and push back the misplaced chairs. The silver lining is that you don’t have to do much in terms of cleaning. You’ll wipe the counter, pull out the plugs just in case, and that’ll be it. You already left the kitchen spotless after baking, which you’re glad for since now you can just go home.
Your chest heaves as you pick off the tray of croissants and package them to take to your neighbors. It's like this every night, your need to cry doubling tenfold whenever you take something you make home. You know they’re good. You just need people to give you a chance. You grab the last croissant for yourself and bite into it, dinner is settled. As you chew you moan at the taste of vanilla custard and the berry glaze, the flaky pastry crumbles, it gets on your clothes, sticks to the roof of your mouth. With the back of your hand you wipe your mouth and pat yourself down. Now you can leave.
Before leaving you take one last look, the passing cars casted their light inside, moving along and leaving the shop in darkness once more. Just like you. But it won’t last like this for long. It can’t. You won’t allow it.
Locking, and checking by rattling the door, you stuff the keys into your pockets and head home. The rain has faded but it’s still quite windy. The leaves of palm trees echoe and you see the remnants of flyers ghosting across the pavement. You see the silhouette of your bus, your steps pick up and when you realize you’re about to miss it, you run–
You’ve barely taken a couple of long strides before something sticks to your face, you collapse on the wet ground, mud and water seeping into your clothes as pain spreads across your chest.
Immediately upon getting up you see that the bus is gone, disappeared into the wind.
“Shit!” ignoring the state of your clothes you stomp your feet like a child throwing a tantrum. You viciously tear the piece of paper that led to your demise and glare at it. “Fucking– I’m going to curse the company who made this damn…flyer,”
Your eyebrows rise with curiosity. Looking down, you see a glossy flyer between your fingertips, or rather the remnants of it. The half bottom rips and falls to the concrete with a loud splat. However, the thing that piques your interest is that this particular flyer doesn’t belong to a company. It’s for a very specific service provided for lonely people like you. You drag your gaze across the men that decorate the poster, all of them looking very very handsome. It’s been a while since the color had faded from the flyer but you assume it’s from the sudden rain pour.
You should really just throw the poster away, walk your sweet ass to the bus stop and head home.
Instead, your eyes gaze at the number written in a bold font. Lucky you that the number was written on the top part of the flyer and not the bottom. Before the other bus arrives, you hurriedly pull out your phone, also soaked from the fall, and type the number, cursing every time your phone gets the number confused due to your wet fingers.
When you finally succeed in putting the numbers in, you shove the flyer into your bag to throw out for later and very carefully make your way to the bus stop.
You’ve been staring at your phone for about an hour.
You’d taken a brisk shower, gave the rest of the croissants to your neighbors, in which they thanked you, inviting you in and after dodging that bullet, you finally managed to relax on the couch.
However, what you’re doing isn’t really relaxing.
The black written numbers start to shake, your eyes stinging from staring at the screen for too long. Are you really going to do this? Are you really so lonely that you need to pay someone to spend time with you? Well yes actually, you are. It’s not like you’re shameful about asking for a service, a couple of your friends had done it, it’s just that you didn’t really know what to say when you called. Did you just say what you want? Do you need to ask for a specific man? Will it be safe? What if you get an STD among everything else?
With a loud groan, you throw your head back and let your hand fall to your lap. This is iditoic. You’re idiotic. It’s just a simple call. If whoever is on the other line sounds shady you can just hang up and pretend this never happened. Yeah. That’s it. It’s just a phone call. They can’t see you. Or force you to continue to talk. You have the power of the red button, you’ll be alright.
With a sudden surge of bravery, you raise your head and make the call. You quickly put it on speaker and anxiously listen to it ring. It feels like an eternity until someone finally picks up the phone.
“Hello?”
Oh shit. Shit shit shit– The voice that comes from the other line actually sounds good, honestly you were expecting it to be a pervert heavily breathing down the line but this is a very pleasant surprise.
When the honey-like voice speaks again, he sounds amused, as if you’re the funniest thing that happened to him all day.
“I can hear you breathing, you know? I won’t bite, promise,” he chuckles, breathy and airy. “I mean, unless that’s what you’re asking for,”
“Y-Yeah sorry,” you stumble with your words. Squeezing your eyes shut, you try to remember the name of the place. “Is…this Pope’s?”
“It is and I’m Santiago, but since you sound so sweet you can just call me Santi,”
Your body heats up at his words, this is probably the most flirtatious thing anyone has said to you in months, even if technically he’s just saying that because you’re a potential customer. Your thumb rubs the corner of the smooth surface of the phone, you don’t know what to say next.
“Sorry, I don’t really know what to say,”
“That’s alright, I have all the time in the world,”
You relax at the playful tint of his voice, a soft smile ghosts across your lips.
“Do you really?”
“Well no, but you can still take your time. I can also ask you some questions to ease you in?”
“Sure?”
You hate how unsure you sound of yourself, but also you don’t think you can hide it. You genuinely feel lost, mind wandering about how others acted during these calls, you bet they knew what they wanted. They most certainly aren’t like you, causing problems by being shy and calling without looking up what to say beforehand. Damn, you really should’ve googled it first. You’re positive you can find a wikihow article about this.
“Okay let’s start out easy then, why did you call Pope’s?”
“For…company,”
“Just for that?”
You can see his smile through his voice, you bet he has an amazing one. You suck in a breath, chest puffing up as you ponder over what your next sentence should be.
“No, I would like…you know,” closing your eyes, you swallow. “Sex,”
You half expect him to laugh but he doesn’t, a soft hum echoes and he follows up with another question.
“Alright, the follow up questions might be a bit awkward but I need to ask–”
“Awkward?”
Your panicked tone seeps through the line and reaches Santi’s ear drums.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be holding your hand through it all, cariño. They’re mostly questions about your medical history,”
You nod then remembering he can’t see you quickly add, “Of course, thank you, Santi,”
When the questions are done, you check your phone only to see that an hour has already passed, much to your surprise, it felt shorter than that. Santi had asked you everything. Even things you never would’ve thought about asking a partner. And honestly it relieved you that he was so detailed with the background checks, just by his voice you can tell that he cares about what he does and for both parties concerned. It was nice. It reminds you a bit about yourself and your own work ethics.
“Okay I think that’s everything,” he states. “Do you want to continue with this?”
The uncertainty you feel comes rushing back, an encore, if you will.
“Yeah, I do. I-If everything's good,”
“Everything’s perfect,” you hear the gentle tapping of a pen. “And I think I already have the perfect match for you. Where are you? An otel?”
“Uh…” you look around your apartment. “I’m actually at my apartment…will that be a problem?”
“If it’s not a problem for you it’s not a problem for us,” he answers, voice a bit more timid than before. “But I will need an address, but if that’s going to be an issue I can look up nearby motels if you tell me which part of the city you’re in?”
“N-No, it’s fine,”
As you give out your address the red alarms in your brain screeches at you. It’s loud and mind numbing. Rightfully so. Santi tells you that it’ll take about half an hour for them to arrive and he hangs up, when he does, what you’ve just done dawns on you. You gave your address… to a stranger on the phone. And not just any address, your home address. You really are fucking stupid.
You could’ve at least taken up Santi’s offer to find you a motel nearby, this is your fucking home.
“Okay, you’ll get through this. Just deep breaths, take deep breaths…”
Placing a hand on your chest, you inhale and exhale about five to ten times. Your chest rises under your palm, you can feel your heartbeat. Everything will be alright. You have a pan that’s perfect for smacking people, better yet you have rolling pins of all sizes. You’ll be fine. You’ll be okay.
You get up and head to the bedroom, it’s a mess, sadly your home didn’t get the same squeaky treatment as your shop.
Everything will be okay.
The doorbell rings and your heart nearly jumps out of your throat. After tidying up your room, and yourself; you shaved with hurry, then put on a bra and underwear that matched in color. It’s the little things. You had a couple of toys you enjoyed, if he failed the two of you could always use those. A single woman has needs after all, and after checking the batteries you placed them into the drawer of your bedside table.
Another ring follows and you hurry to the door. You might be wearing matching underwear but other than that you hadn’t put on anything fancy; your favorite oversize shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants.
Clearing your throat, you call out to the person waiting on the other side.
“Who is it?”
“Pope’s,”
This is actually happening. He’s actually here, and not a minute late, or early.
You open the door with trembling hands, the man on the other side doesn’t move an inch as you observe him, he only smiles, shooting you a quick nod and a playful wink. He stays there until you fully open the door, even then he doesn’t budge, he waits patiently while your curious gaze rakes his body. His eyes are as rich as the coffee you brew, lashes long, soft looking. You see a bit of gray mixed in his dark hair, the corners of his eyes creasing as he smiles at you, lips lush, made for kissing and pleasuring another. For a moment you want to reach out and drag your fingers across his jawline, you wonder if it can actually cut into your skin. His five o’clock shadow will definitely chafe between your thighs and the phantom of the feeling is enough to have your insides clench. The veins peeking above his skin meanders down into his black fitted shirt, you want to see more.
He clears his throat, smile widening into a grin.
“Can I come in?”
You know that voice, how could you not when you gave very detailed information about your sex life to that same smooth baritone.
“Santi?”
You might be imagining it, but you think his eyes sparkle when you recognize him. His excitement makes your lips break out into a smile.
“The one and only,”
Heart thrumming madly in your chest, you move out of the way. He continues to wait, an eyebrow raised as he chews on his bottom lip, he looks you up and down. What was he waiting for? Tilting your head, you answer his gleaming gaze with your confused one. As an answer, he raises both eyebrows, smiles and tilts his head to the other side.
Oh. OH.
He’s waiting for you to verbally invite him in.
“C-Come in,”
His smile never fading, he takes one long stride into your apartment. It’s elegant, graceful, and you can’t stop staring.
Santi quickly does a once over of your home as he toes off his shoes. Oddly enough, it feels like him being there completes a picture. Maybe it’s because you’ve been lonely for so long but it just seems like he belongs. You push the door as he turns to look at you, if he smiles at you any longer you might melt into a puddle.
“Should we…” your gaze falls to the floor, and with that see his socked feet; black with colorful polka dots. “Nice socks,”
“Thanks,” he grins. “It was a gift from a close friend,”
“You must really like socks then,”
“Among other things,”
His lashes flutter, eyes soft like clouds. It takes every ounce of your self control not to swoon, he feels like he ripped a whole out of your dreams and escaped.
“So, bedroom?”
Your voice gives away how nervous you are, you almost breathe out a sigh of relief when Santi shakes his head. You still have no idea what to do. And you already feel vulnerable as it is, you’d probably bust a vein if you also stripped in front of him.
“Loving the enthusiasm but maybe we should talk a bit first,” his eyes linger on the couch. “I still don’t know what you want yet,”
He sits and you follow his trail, sitting on the armchair across from the couch.
“I thought I already said it on the phone,” you whine, thoughts swirling. “Please don’t make me say it again, I’m already plenty embarrassed,”
“Don’t be,” his stern tone takes you by surprise, he leans, arms resting above his knees as he stares you directly in the eyes. “There’s no reason for you to be embarrassed, it’s completely normal,”
“Really?”
Santi grins, eyes sparkling.
“If it wasn’t Pope’s would be closed already,”
“I guess you’re right,” a faint chuckle falls from your lips and upon hearing the sound he leans back, getting more comfortable. “So what do you want to know?”
“Things you enjoy during intercourse,” he thoughtfully rubs his chin. “Kinks, fetishes, anything you can think of. If you want to roleplay or not, anything,”
“Anything?”
“Well, there are a couple of things I say no to but I don’t think you’re going to say any of them, but if you do I’ll let you know,”
He winks and your lungs nearly explode. You rapidly blink at him, lowering your gaze, you think about his question. In terms of kinks you actually hadn’t tried out many, you’re curious about a lot of things but never knew how to ask for them. Exhaling, you fiddle with your fingers and look up, your cheeks aflame.
“I always wanted to try…BDSM stuff but I don’t know if I’ll actually like it,”
This seems to spike his interest, the curve of his eyebrow reaches all the way to his hairline, lips curling mischievously.
“Have you tried anything before? Bondage, blindfold, or whatever?”
“Uh…not really,” you nervously chew your bottom lip, legs squeezing together. “I never really brought it up before and my ex, well, he didn’t seem to be that interested. He tried to finger me, well not really, just attempted to rub my clit from over…my underwear, it kinda hurt actually, hated it. It's fine when I do it but maybe I just don't like it when others do it. So I’m not sure if I’ll even like the things I think about,”
“Sounds like an asshole,”
Santi’s sudden change in demeanor takes you by surprise. He seems actually angry, but also, slightly surprised by your sudden burst of honesty. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything. You didn’t want to overshare, or upset him. Before you can apologize he cuts you off.
“We can try the things you’re curious about, we’ll start slow, obviously, and establish a safeword,” he looks you up and down. “Do you know what a safeword is?”
“I do,”
“Good girl,”
Your heart skips a beat or two, a gasp parting your lips, you stare at him wide-eyed. He glows at your reaction, sucking in his bottom lip, he brings his perfect teeth on top of it.
“You like that?”
You nod.
“Alright, I’ll let you pick the safeword,”
“How about….” your eyes drag back to his feet. “Socks?”
He snorts, and you grin, “Socks? You’re unbelievable, how about the word for slowing down?”
“Curtain,”
Turning his head, he looks at the dark red curtains you own, then shrugs.
“Fine by me. Do you have any idea what you want to try?”
“Not really…sorry,”
“You don’t need to apologize,” his smile grows soft and it seems like he wants to reach out to you but decides against it at the last minute. “What is it that sparked your interest?”
You shrug, “I don’t know– I guess the idea of someone taking care of me, having control and knowing what’s best for me. I just, don’t really want to think, if that makes sense–”
“Loud and clear. I have a general idea of what you need, unless you have anything specific in mind?”
When he shoots you a questioning gaze, you shake your head and he nods.
“Okay then, we can get started, if you’re ready,”
When he gets up and extends a hand, you’re sweating buckets, beads of perspiration coating your skin. You look up to see his calm expression, a soft smile and adoring eyes, you take the offered limb and lead him to the bedroom.
Your stomach still churns with anxiety but as his fingers squeezes around yours, you know that he’s got you.
“Strip and lay on the bed,”
You didn’t expect the mood to change so suddenly. His harsh tone sends a shiver down your spine, wetness spreading between your legs. While he isn’t looking at you, Santi starts to unbutton his shirt, and when he notices you’re frozen with a slight tremor to your hands, he walks up to you and cups your cheeks. You lean into his touch, heart stammering as you close your eyes.
His lips find yours. It’s tender, soft and when he licks your mouth for permission, you greedily open wide for him. A moan seeps into the kiss, taking the opportunity your open mouth provides, he licks your tongue, teeth nipping at your bottom lip. Your heart swells. It’s been so long since you’ve been kissed, and it never felt like this. Santi pulls away, lips glistening and eyes full of understanding.
“Do you still want to do this?”
You breathe out, “Yes,”
“What’s your safe word?”
“Socks,”
He can’t help the way a giggle rattles his chest, the melody reaching your ears. Leaning in, Santi playfully rubs his nose against yours.
“Strip for me then,” he hums. “I need to rectify a wrong,”
You want to ask what he means by that, but deciding that you’ll find out soon enough, you head to the bed, leaving a trail of clothes in your wake. Still feeling a bit self conscious, you leave your underwear and bra on. You also have an ulterior motive, you secretly want him to be the one to remove the last articles of clothing. You seem to get your message across. He licks his lips, left only in his boxer shorts, he crawls between your legs.
You don’t know what to expect when he slides your underwear down your legs and throws it to the floor. You certainly don’t know what to expect when his mouth inches closer to your begging heat, wet and wanting.
You’ll never forget the moment his tongue languidly slides between your folds.
“Oh fuck–”
Your back arches, mind and body confused, your fingers clutch the sheets. His lips close around your folds, tongue deep inside as his hands steady your thrashing. You barely hear him letting out a satisfied hum, the vibrations shooting a jolt of pleasure throughout your body. It’s mind numbing. Amazing. His tongue is pure sin, soft and velvety. You’re lowkey pissed this is the first time you’re feeling so good. Santi relentlessly mouths at your core, lapping up every ounce of slick that makes its way out of you. Your finger finds the back of his head, pulling at the soft curls. He parts for you and you whine, hips wiggling up as you beg for him to go on.
Disapproving, Santi clicks his tongue. He peels your hand away from his head, and sends you a warnful gaze.
“Behave,”
“Y-Yes–” between your lustful haze you gasp out a word you don’t expect. “–Sir,”
You have no idea where that came from but he doesn’t question it, instead, when you pull your hand back up to your hip, he breathes out a kiss into your inner thigh. He sucks in your clit and flicks his tongue, you let out a sharp exhale, eyes squeezing shut. It’s only been what, ten minutes? You’re about to cum all over him.
He looks up at you with half lidded eyes, you feel him smiling as he flattens the wet muscle, dragging it around the sensitive bundle of nerves. However, nothing prepares you for his fingers. Your whole body jolts when he traces your entrance with two thick digits, playfully pushing only the tip in. Before you know it, your hand is buried deep in his hair once again.
This time Santi yanks it away, and before you know it his face is hovering an inch above from yours, both your hands pinned above your head, his lips damp and swollen. You swallow upon seeing the annoyance lingering in his eyes, legs trembling with heat building between them.
“Didn’t I just say to behave?” he snarls, pupils dilated.
Something mischievous rolls in your gut, with a sudden surge of bravery, you challenge his angry gaze with your own.
“So? What are you going to do about it?”
It’s so minimal, the flare you see in his eyes, slightly widening. If you’d blinked, you would’ve missed it.
“Don’t tempt me, cariño,” he leans closer, breath ghosting across your burning skin. “Are you sure you want to play this game?”
A moment of pause. He’s giving you a moment to object, to use the safeword. You don’t. Instead, you wiggle your arms, trying to peel away from his iron grasp. His lips twist into a devious smirk, the tip of his tongue darting out to touch the edge of his teeth.
“Alright, let’s play then,”
The air is forcibly pushed out of your lungs when you find yourself flipped over to your stomach. His hands moving across your body, you find your knees tucked under your thighs, hands held behind your back. He shifts behind you, holding your wrists with one hand, he leans off of the bed and scoops something off the floor. You feel the soft fabric of his shirt wrapping around your wrists, keeping them completely in place.
Santi’s chest is flushed against your back when he whispers in your ear.
“Look at you, all nicely wrapped, the perfect present,”
You struggle against the binds, a groan rattling in your chest as you figure you won’t be getting out of them anytime soon. With a huff, you bury your face into the pillows.
“Not fair,” your voice comes muffled. “It’s not my fault if it feels good, it’s my first time,”
He coos, and rubs the small of your back, “I know, baby. I know. And that’s precisely why I need you to stay put,”
His sinful mouth finds you again. Slurps and groans fill the bedroom. You feel incredibly self conscious as he parts your cheeks but it all fades away with his tongue plunging deep into your core. With two fingers, he draws quick, small circles around your clit, making your body sing with pleasure. Turning your head, you attempt to breathe in a bit of oxygen, but all of it leaves you at the same time when you moan out his name, again and again and again.
“Fuck– Fuck, Santi…” you whine, pushing into him. A warning growl rips from his throat. “S-Sorry it just feels,” you gasp. “It feels so good, I-I think I’m gonna actually cum,”
Spit dribbles from the corners of your lips and wets the pillow underneath. You want to look at him, watch him eat you out like a starved man but you can’t. The fog lifts only for a moment when he stops, only to press his lips into you again, the bed begins to sway, only a bit, a rocking sensation if you will. You attempt to mouth out a question, but cry out instead.
“Not yet,” he rasps into you, the rocking of the bed picks up. “Wait for me a bit more baby, just a bit more,”
Wait for him? What– Wait–
“Are you–” you’re cut off by your own moan caused by an especially harsh pinch on your abused clit. The pain makes you tingle with pleasure, eyes rolling back, you forget your question. You start to beg. “Please, sir, please let me cum– I need to cum, please please please,”
“Hold it in,”
The melodic tone of his voice only electrifies you. Tears build up in your eyes as your cunt flutters around him, slick dripping down your thighs. The pleasure buzzes in your ears, body screaming for you to cum, you’re trying to hold it back, you’re trying to be good, his good girl. Fuck–
“Cum. Now.”
Before you can even process the words, your body obeys.
It’s blinding. Breath stopping. Your body tenses, cunt gushing around his tongue and fingers. Your arms forces against the binds made of his shirt, cloth digging into your skin as your body starts to spasm. Both of your moans mix together, composing the most beautiful melody you’ve ever heard. Santi’s eccentric pace becomes slow, sensual. Tongue lazily lapping up everything you have to offer, he eases you down from the high of your ecstasy. You take heavy breaths, head spinning, You breathe out a languid moan, muscles still throbbing with the buzz of pleasure.
Santi pulls away and you drop to the side, luckily you’re too gone to actually feel embarrassed from falling. You hear his low hum of a chuckle as he crawls closer to you, he unties his shirt from your wrists and gently kneads your biceps.
“Are you alright?”
“Y-Yeah,”
You know that this is just service he provides, but you can’t help but reach out to him, he obliges with a smile and nestles between your arms, kissing your neck gently. A broken sigh falls from your damp lips, he huddles closer, body snug against your own. Mimicking him, you come closer too, your bare thigh grazing against his clothed cock. You still and he looks up to you, brows knitted together. His confusion grows when a grin spreads across your face.
“Did you cum?” you ask, eyes bright and shiny.
He clears his throat, lips curling up into an amused smile. Leaning in, he teases your earlobe with his tongue.
“I might’ve,”
“Never would have pegged you as someone to be this quick,” you tease, hand sliding between your bodies, you cup his cock, a subtle moan leaving you as you feel how wet he is. “Not that I’m complaining. It’s hot as hell,”
“Don’t get cocky,”
He crashes your lips together, large hands cupping your chest and pulling you even closer against the firm frame of his body. His fingers tease your nipples, rolling and pulling them. Your skin tingles, and you whine into the kiss, hips grinding against him. Santi’s lips never leave your own as he lifts himself and pulls you underneath. Your palm still snug against his length, you feel him hardening again.
Surprised, you break the kiss, a heavy laughter trembling in your chest. With a wide smile, he grins.
“Told you,”
“You’re full of surprises,”
“I am,” he stops for a moment, looking to the side, he looks back at you, seemingly unsure. “Do you want to continue? We can stop if you want to, or if you feel worn out, ”
“Oh, I’m definitely good for round two,” you purr, brushing your lips against his. “Make me feel whole again,”
“Fuck, alright– Let me go get a condom really quick,”
Santi gets up and you realize that you haven’t had the time to properly observe his temple of a body. His back muscles flex as he dips down and grabs his pants, hurriedly searching the pockets for that colorful piece of packaging. The boxers he wears hugs his ass, leaving little imagination to the eye, you’re certain Santi would look good in everything, but right now you think he looks the best naked. He turns on his heel, his chest firm, a bit of fat around his belly but still defined. Eyes going lower, you see his fully erect cock, the darkened tip peeking out of his waistband. You bite the inside of your cheek as you inside clench around nothing, you can’t wait for him to fill you up.
Before you know it, Santi’s between your legs again, rolling the condom down his impressive length. He’s so thick, thicker than you imagined he would be. Santi notices your gaze, lips playfully pulling up.
“You think you can take me baby girl? Where’s that confidence from before?”
“O-Oh…it’s still there just a bit,” you clear your throat. “Shocked,”
“Word?”
“Socks,”
“Good girl,”
Purring like a cat, you part your arms, allowing him to bury his face into the crook of your neck as he slants himself between your thighs. You adore feeling him this close, his warmth making your heart stutter. He nudges your entrance, slowly pushing in. Your whimpers spiral into moans and he drowns out the noises by claiming your lips. The stretch is addictive, the tingle of being spread wide by someone who knows what he’s doing makes your eyes roll back. Santi inhales you as he pulls back, eyes searching your face. You flutter around him, with the mere sensation of his cock, you grind your hips.
“You good?”
“Yeah,”
“Can I move?”
“Please, sir,”
He growls into your skin, the vibration seeping into your body, it makes you tremble as well. When Santi starts to move, all you can do is hold on to him, nails biting into his skin as he slides in and out of you with precision. He breathes raggedly into your flesh, cock hitting your deepest parts with every thrust. You feel as if you can’t control your body, it arches, bends, curls but your brain is completely mush, only pleasure ringing inside. With your moans and whines growing in volume, Santi starts to slam his hips, the sound of skin slapping against skin spurs you on further. You scream his name, breathing and panting curse words without knowing. Your heart swells, he makes you feel so good. His thrusts, deep, lasting. You can’t breathe, eyes squeezed shut as the bed rocks into the wall. Your cunt clenched around him, the coil inside you tightens, ready to burst but he’s still going. It feels like he can go on like this for hours. Fuck–
You hug him tighter, if possible, teeth finding his shoulder, you bite into him. You don’t even know where you are anymore. All you can feel is him. His scent, his body, his sounds. Nothing else.
“Fuck fuck– Santi– ‘Love you–”
Your eyes shoot wide open, you see him staring at you, he doesn’t look mad, or weirded out. But still, the panic overwhelms the pleasure, you flail, tears quickly building in your eyes.
“You love me?” he mutters, one eyebrow elegantly raised.
“S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to– I didn’t–”
Santi doesn’t slow down, in fact his hips speed up. He sees your glossy eyes and leans to kiss them both, you feel the throb of his cock, and another moan quickly replaces your frantic apologies.
“It’s okay,” he reassures you, mouthing the words into your cheek. “It’s normal. Say whatever you want, it only means that I’m making you feel good. You’re not the only one,”
Your heart feels like it might stop at any moment, “I’m not?”
“No,” he leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses as he dips between your breasts. He mouths against them, tongue playfully licking the salt of your skin. “So just let go,”
And you do just that.
Letting your head fall back, you revel at the way he draws a stiff nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around. Your chest heaves with his every shattering thrust, his hand slides between your wet bodies and finds your clit. He rolls the sensitive nub between his fingers. Hallowing his cheeks, he grazes his teeth around your nipple, you chant his name, a string of curses following right after. You have no idea what else you might be saying, you might’ve asked his hand in marriage at this point but you don’t care. You let go. You forget the shop, the insecurities, the loneliness and you just feel.
It doesn’t take Santi long to wind you up, dangling you off the edge, the heat builds and builds, so much so that it feels like it’s burning. Something besides pleasure swells inside you, something’s coming, you bite back your moans, and slap his back.
“What is it?” he pants, voice dripping with lust but still full of concern. “Do you want to use the safeword?”
You furiously shake your head, your lips part with a gasp.
“It’s– I’m going to cum but– It’s too much, I’m–”
He presses his lips into your ear, you listen to his breathing, steady and slow, the slide of his cock and move of his fingers rips another groan from you.
“Let go,”
Your cunt gushes around him like it never has before, it’s more intense than the first time, it makes you cry, beg. The squelching becomes louder, you’re still coming. He sings a moan into your skin, your cunt throbs at the sound of his voice, it reminds you of the caramel you make. Santi’s movements slow, fast thrust shifting into soft rolls of his hips. Your breath hitches every time his pelvis grazes against your sensitive clit. He pulls you from your dazed state with a soft kiss, both hands coming to lay on each side of your face, thumbs stroking lovingly.
“You alright?”
“Yeah, yeah,” you inhale a deep breath. “Did…did you?”
A soft chuckle vibrates across your lips, he nuzzles your nose. “I did,”
You fight the urge to call him back when he pulls away, you haven’t realized how secure you felt under his weight. However, you really need to initiate a war against your inner demons when he lifts himself off of the bed. Carefully removing the condom, he ties the end into a knot and turns to you.
“Bathroom?”
“First door on the left,”
You lay back down as he leaves, hands and arms sprawled above the sheets. Your mind begins to clear, kind of, closing your eyes you can still feel how he felt plowing into you. The fact this is a service is both a pro and a con. A con, because he can’t stay. A pro, because you can call him and ask him over anytime you want to. Well, not really. Maybe once a month, all your money goes to the shop and rent, you wouldn’t be able to hire him.
You’re surprised at his return, his right hand holding a wet washcloth and the other holding a glass of water. The bed dips under his weight and he grins at your confusion, the towel gently cleaning the mess between your legs.
“What? Did you think I just left?”
“I didn’t,” he gives you a look of disbelief and you giggle. “I didn’t really!”
“Good,” his eyes scan your body, observing every patch of skin. “Does anywhere particularly hurt? Aches?”
“No,”
“How do you feel? Mentally?”
“That’s good too, feel very light,”
You don’t miss the way he hisses out a breath of relief, “Great,” he checks the watch you hadn’t realized he’s been wearing. “We still have ten minutes,”
Suddenly you can hear the imaginary clock ticking, maybe you weren’t alright after all.
“Cuddle?”
His smile is wide, kind, soft. You swear you melt into the sheets. Letting the used towel fall to the floor, he lays next to you and pulls you into his chest. You listen to his heartbeat, steady, safe.
“And you thought that you wouldn’t like it when others did it,” he chimes gleefully, quoting you when you opened up about your bad experience with your ex. “It looked like you enjoyed my fingers just fine,”
The soft baritone of his voice soothes you, your eyes flutter close, a pleased hum parting from your lips.
“I did,” you smile into his chest. “Thank you, this was just what I needed,”
“It was my pleasure, cariño. Literally.”
The last thing you feel is his hand slowly dragging across your body, fingers rubbing your worn out wrists.
Best money you’ve ever spent.
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We Could Go All Night
i am literally losing my mind, no thoughts fully feral he is all i have been thinking about oh my god oh my god oh my god
Pairing: Santiago Pope Garcia x F!Reader
Words: 2.1K
Warning: 18+ like actually so nasty, like actually i need help, like actually this man send my brain straight into the gutter, i want to devour him body AND SOUL, piv, this man a warning alone, biting, overstimulation, it's nasty and dirty you've been warned.
A/N: hahahAHHAHAHAH ok so i've been hyperfixated on him. i cannot think of anything else other than his man and all of the nasty things so i wrote this in a feral horny stupor and i hope you possibly enjoy it. this is sorta a continuing of orange daydream but it's not necessary to read that to enjoy the freak nasty here :) alright hope you enjoy this horny mess hehehehehehe <3333333
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It’s not common that you are the one that wakes in a cold sweat at night.
Usually it’s you wrapping Santi in your arms from behind as he whimpers in his sleep, the skin on his back tacky with cold sweat and memories he still has a hard time even telling you about.
But tonight it’s you, the anxiety dreams stealing you away from the peace that was your shared bedroom.
In your house.
With Santi.
Though even that thought can’t bring you back from the ledge of wracking shivers and restless limbs.
Your eyes snap open for what feels like the hundredth time that evening, an exhausted sigh muffling into the pillow that’s damp with sweat. Why tonight of all nights your mind decides to go on a high speed race completely evades you but it doesn’t seem like you and sleep will be warm and cozy friends this evening.
And it pains you even more because Santi is sleeping so sweetly pressed up behind you. Nose burrowed in the crook of your neck, legs tangled up with yours and the sheets, fingers splayed from the bottom of your ribs down to just below your belly button and usually the feel of him, the way he holds you would have you drifting into the sweetest dreams and all encompassing comfort.
But now you’re too cognizant of every breath hoping to not wake the beautiful man behind you who will probably never get enough good sleep in his life with how his brain works.
You close your eyes again, trying to steady your breath once more, counting sheep, counting your breaths, ticking away the seconds, anything to get you to calm the fuck down and every single tactic seems to drive you further up the wall. You have to get out of this bed.
But the second you move to try and quietly shift out of Santi’s grip, he presses you back to him, finger tips digging into the softness of your stomach, a whiny grumble settling against the middle your spine.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
The smile that slips across your lips can’t be helped. He sounds divine.
Gravelly and deep and so content, you never thought he would be able to find such calm.
You bring the hand resting against your stomach up to your lips and whisper into his palm,“Oh baby, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to wake you I just can’t sleep my brains all over the fucking place tonight, I’m just kinda loosing it.”
Every word is pressed into the callouses and dips along his hand and fingers and he nuzzles even closer to you, somehow pressing even more of himself against the back of you, and you can’t stop yourself from rolling back into him, pressing just as much back into him, needing him to know how much being close to him like this can still calm you.
His hand drops from your lips to wrap itself around your jaw turning your head back to him, and he sits up just enough for you to see his sleepy eyes tracking across your features.
God it’s just unfair that he gets to look like that.
“What can I do baby? You want me to distract ya for a bit, hm?” Even at three in the morning, with his hair mussed, features coated in a layer of sleep he still wiggles his eyebrows at you with promise and you giggle at him and the whirring in your brain slows by a couple miles per hour.
His mouth drops back down to the corner of your jaw, mouthing at you in a way that has your hips rolling back against him, thoughts slowly eddying out till all you can think about is his warm breath against your skin and the hardening line of his cock against your ass.
“Well, when you say it so sweet like that, I mean how could a girl refuse?”
He huffs a laugh against your throat, adding a nip of teeth into the mix that pulls a gasp from you, his hand traveling just a smidge lower, wrapping around your throat and pulling you fully flush to him now.
“You feel so fucking good baby, don’t know how I don’t wake up every night to fuck you.”
And the fucking mouth on him too. You whimper against your pillow as his mouth sucks and bites at the exposed column of your throat and his hips continue to roll against your ass, letting you feel exactly what’s waiting for you and yet leaving you so, so empty.
His hand travels down lower, wrapping around your thigh and pulling it back over his own, opening you up to him and his cock slips down to rut against your sopping folds.
“Fuck, Santi, please, please, please, baby, please.” You’re babbling as his cock continues its long slow strokes against you but not in you. You can feel your wetness coating him, can hear the sound of him slipping against you over and over and over again. His breath so hot on the back of your neck, teeth clamping down just so on your shoulder, you’re drowning in him, willfully succumbing to the way he’s making you feel.
“So fucking wet for me baby, always so wet for me, god yes. You want my cock, hm? That what you want? I can’t wait to feel you baby, can’t wait to have you wrapped around me, fuck you’re gonna feel so good. You going to be good for me? Be my good girl just for me, ya?”
You keen for him, whimper and roll your hips just so and he just catches at your entrance and the moans ripped from both of your throats are lewd. Dirty and needy and fracturing around the edges with how worked up you both are.
“Yes, Santi I’ll be so good for you baby. Only for you, always for you.” You’re words are slurred but he hears you loud and clear. The bite of his teeth and the groan against your skin confirms that he heard you.
And with those beautiful words, he finally slips into you down to the hilt.
“F-fuck, so fucking tight baby, yes.”
He nestles somehow even deeper into your core, hips pressed flush to the curve of your ass, and your toes curl with the stretch of him. The air is knocked out of your lungs, a breathless whine all that you can give when he fills you like this.
His palm rests against your lower stomach and you know he can feel himself in your gut as he roles all the way out and snaps right back in.
“Santi, shit, yes, just like that, just like that, you feel so good.” Every snap of his hips has you chocking on air, words breathless, moans high pitched and keening and you can feel his chuckle up and down your spine.
You can barely hear anything over the rush of blood in your ears and your own moans, until Santi slows down his punishing pace to slow, long strokes through your heat.
And then you finally hear how fucking wet you are. The squelch of his cock pushing in and out of you now deafening and all you can focus on as Santi whines against your back, his fingers trailing down to between your thighs feeling how you’re stretched around the girth of him.
“Oh baby, you’re so fucking wet for me. Jesus, fucking dripping for me, fuck. Stretched so pretty around me sweetheart, so good for me.”
His words rip you to shreds, drool pooling on the pillow as your mind blanks out with the amount of pleasure coursing through your body. The slow roll of his hips driving you fucking insane with how you need more, your orgasm building in slow lapping waves that somehow feel like they’re also about to fucking drown you. Your hand comes up to dig into his curls tugging him ever closer as you start to roll your hips back, following his strokes.
He chokes on a moan, your grip in his hair tightening as the coil in your stomach builds to something almost painful.
Yet his strokes stay slow, punching up into you, pleasure clawing at every nerve in your being.
“I need more, baby, please, fuck, just a little more baby, please.”
“Anything for you my good girl, anything for you baby, fuck always, anything.”
And then his fingers find your clit and press.
You almost scream out as the pleasure rips from your core, the orgasm you’d thought was only in the distance, actually right there just waiting for that final press to finally drown you in wave after wave after wave of pleasure.
It starts as a spasm, your walls clamping down in a vice like grip around his cock, the pleasure so overwhelming it’s almost painful. Your whole body starts to shake as Santi continues plunging into your cunt, through every shiver, every pulse, pulling pleasure from every corner of your being, his fingers continuing to press tight circles against your clit.
You’re babbling incoherently into your pillow, your body not sure if it wants more or if it’s all too much, and then you feel Santi’s hips start to stutter against your ass. Can feel more than hear his groans as he starts to fill you with pulse after pulse of his cum, filling you till he starts to leak out onto your thighs.
It’s all so wet, and he nips at the column of your throat as his fingers continue to rub against your clit even as your orgasm ebbs away. His cock is still stuffed in you, barely softening as he continues to tease at you and your body starts to shiver with the overwhelming feeling of it.
“Baby, can you give me one more? I think you can give me one more, tell me if it’s too much but I think you can do it baby. Let me make you feel good, my good girl, doing so good for me, fuck yes baby please.”
You whine, high pitched and needy, and your body can’t decide if it wants to pull away from his fingers or grind into them harder. You turn your head, seeking out his lips and the kiss is messy, more heaving breaths and nips of teeth than anything else.
But it all feels so fucking good.
Your hips start to move against his fingers, and his responding groan settles scorching hot in the pit of your stomach where another orgasm seems to be somehow building once again as though the first one never even fully finished. He has you wrapped around his finger, and you aren’t one to complain.
This orgasm builds slower than the first, but no less intense, the still lingering ripples of pleasure starting to crash into each other.
Your breaths are more like pants and he holds you painfully still as he circles over your clit with such precision the pleasure blurs with pain as tears leak from your eyes. He’s ruining you. Completely and utterly destroying you as he builds you up to heights you didn’t know you could reach.
And as he sinks his teeth into your pulse point, fingers circling one final time with an earth-shattering press, you fracture into a million little pieces.
You can’t even moan, can’t even breath as your orgasm chews you up and spits you out. You can only shiver in his arms as he whispers praise after praise into your ear, lips sucking at the lobe, pulling the pleasure somehow even further.
Finally the wave breaks and you’re panting his name, clawing at his arm, shoving his hand away from your clit because now it’s too fucking much. Your body curling in on itself as burning pleasure sparkles from your fingertips to your toes that has your minding blanking out, the only thing grounding you being the soft press of Santis lips against your skin and the warmth of his body.
You don’t know if it’s been minutes or hours before your eyes finally blink open and you uncurl your fingers and toes, wiggling them around working out the numbness, and try to stretch your spine only to feel Santi’s cock, fully hard again and still so, so deep inside you.
Santi and you both moan into the night air and you can feel his smile against your throat. You can't help but giggle back at him.
It seems as though tonight is long from over.
Not that you’re complaining. Who needs sleep anyways.
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lol sorry take me to horny jail i just couldn't help myself :) he is just so hot and I WANT HIM!!!!! alright gonna go curl up in a ball in my room and think about him for another million hours kisses <333333
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Mírame cuando te hablo, habla tu espejo
(i love this album so much🪞💖😻)
Here's the reference:
#el cuarteto de nos#cuarteto de nos#roberto musso#santiago tavella#habla tu espejo#como pasa el tiempo#rock uruguayo#uruguay#la embajada de estados unidos#watercolor#acuarela#art#artwork#traditional art#bandas rock#rock#jajja gracias señor vizco de 61 años ahora tengo una obsesion con su banda de rock
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Canta para mi (You sing for me)
Nuestras Canciones (Our Songs)
Santiago Garcia x Amalia (plus size OFC)
Main Masterlist / Santiago Garcia Masterlist
Fic is teens and up. My entire blog is 18+ MDNI
Word Count: 593
Summary: A night like many Amalia shares with her husband Santiago. They intertwine with each other. Her voice explains her love for him.
Warnings: None - just domestic fluff
Notes: I promised it would get sweeter, it is with a tinge of melancholy. ☺️
Though she couldn't play an instrument, Amalia used her voice. Daily. It changed depending on whoever she spoke to and what the subject matter was.
Soft. Stern. Curious. Kind. Jovial, sullen, compassionate, alluring, indifferent.
“So many things you do with it all day. Forget all that! Come! Let’s sing!” Santiago had told her, wrapping his hands around his wife’s ample hips in the living room and leading her to dance to one of her favorites Stevie Wonder “As.” She laughed and called him ‘loco’ to which he replied “You love it querida!” And nuzzled his bushy beard into the nape of her neck, causing her to giggle. The pair floated around the room laughing and singing to a playlist Santi had set up for her on tough days. The speaker would blast the music throughout the house.
When their dances would end or they’d just get tired enough, they’d sit on the couch and cuddle into one another. Sometimes Santiago would remain the big spoon and other times Amalia’s legs would be spread so Pope could lay his back against his wife's soft belly and breasts. She’d mingle her fingers in his curls as another hand made small circles over his chest. They would remain connected like this for a few hours. If one of them drifted off to sleep, it was the other’s responsibility to wake them and get them to bed.
On one such night, Amalia’s hand was strumming her husband’s chest as she played with his salt and pepper curls. Their color had changed but not their silken texture. “I thought of something for you Santi. Escucha por favor (Listen please).” Pope remained silent as he heard his wife's voice ring out into the room.
My strong anchor when I feel adrift
Kind words when I arrive
Beaming laughter teasing me
Even when I was scared of myself
You held onto me
Never let me go
Forever etched in memory
The day you said you’d never leave
You’ve wiped so many of my tears
I hope I’ve been a balm to your aches
Brought clarity to your muddled waters
Mi esposo Mi corázon Mi vida (My husband, my heart, my everything)
Te amo Santiago (I love you Santiago)
He had closed his eyes while he listened to her voice. It was clear she had worked on it and it wasn’t a spur of the moment song. That made it all the more special. His wife had written a song for him, something only his like she was. Santiago hadn’t realized that his beard was a little wet from his tears. He only knew when he removed his glasses to rub his eyes. Amalia placed both her hands on her husband’s chest and kissed his forehead, his bountiful curls tickling her chin. “Let go Santiago. It’s just you and me. I’m here with you. You’re safe, you’re home.” Quiet sobs of Amalia’s husband now filled the room where there had been music. She let him continue until he fell asleep, remaining with him until the sun rose the next morning.
“One night of uncomfortable sleep is plenty to give him for what he’s given me.” Amalia told herself when she woke in the morning. Pope’s eyes were puffy but had a subtle glow to them. He was already awake and handed her coffee prepared as she liked it.
“Even after all these years you still surprise me cariño. You’ll sing to me another night won’t you?” Amalia nodded and took her first sip of the day. Bold. Rich. Sweet. Creamy. Warm.
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Hace poco encontraron otro yaguareté en el parque nacional El Impenetrable (MUCHAAAAAAAAACHOS) y no pasó menos de un mes hasta que lo capturaron y le pusieron un collar satelital para monitorearlo. Ahora están por hacer una encuesta para ponerle nombre.
Que por supuesto tiene todo el sentido del mundo desde la perspectiva de la conservación: la presencia de predadores grandes indica un ambiente saludable, y son especies emblemáticas que llaman la atención de la gente, consiguiendo interés y fondos para proteger su ambiente y por lo tanto el resto de las especies que viven en él (especies paraguas)
Pero una cosa me vino a la mente... lo encontramos, y apenas lo hacemos, le ponemos un collar y le damos un nombre. Es como que los hacemos nuestras mascotas, no? No digo que esto sea ni bueno ni malo, aunque hay mucho para discutir sobre el rewilding que se está llevando a cabo en Argentina. Es solamente una comparación interesante. Son como nuestras mascotas...
#para contexto: se estima que quedan no más de 20 yaguaretés en el Chaco Argentino (Chaco + Formosa + Santiago del Estero + alrededores)#en las yungas se cree que hay unos 50 o quizás más#en Misiones (que es básicamente el mayor reducto de la Mata Atlántica) se cree que hay unos 200 quizás menos#los pronósticos más optimistas dicen que hay unos 250 en todo el país#PERO AHORA HAY UNA NUEVA POBLACIÓN EN IBERÁ GRACIAS A LOS ESFUERZOS DE REINTRODUCCIÓN#cosas mias
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Gracias A La Vida, the exit song for Louis' Santiago 2 concert - and Harry parralels
It's about thanking life for bringing you both highs and lows. There's an element of romantic declarations, thanking the universe for every gift it brings that allows you to appreciate and worship "the man I love" - his clear eyes, his soul's journey, his house, the sounds of him, seeing him in a crowd...
The song was written by Chilean activist and folk singer Violeta Parra in 1967. Kacey Musgraves covered it as the closing song on her 2021 album star-crossed. It's also been covered by many others.
Gracias a la Vida had a resurgence during the pandemic - here's an article talking about why - "a year of forced reflection...look at how far we've come and recognize we're not in the eye of the storm...return to simple things...an ode to life’s highs and lows."
Sounds like Harry in HS3 album promo, like the Zane Lowe interview that aired the same day
It was also part of the score for the recent movie Vortex
Lyrics - English translation:
Thanks to life that had given me so much/gave me two stars that when I open them perfectly tell the black from the white/and the high sky's starry backdrop/and amidst the crowd, the man that I love/thanks to life that had given me so much/gave me the ear that in all its breadth registers night and day, crickets and canaries, hammers, turbines, barks, showers, and the tender voice of my beloved/Gave me the sound and the alphabet, the words I think and declare with him - mother, friend, brother, and shining light, the path of the soul of the one I'm loving/it gave me the march of my tired feed, with which I walk cities and puddles, beaches and deserts, mountains and plains, and your house, your street, your patio/gave me the heart that shakes your frame/when I look at the fruit of the human brain, when I look at the good so far from the bad, when I see the depths of your clear eyes/thanks to life that had given me so much, made me laugh, made me cry/ so I distinguish bliss from brokenness - the two materials that make up my song and your song, which is the same song, and the song of everyone that is my song too/thanks to life
#exit song#twin flames#ltwt santiago 2#lt tour santiago 2#5.16.22#2022#hs3 promo#parallels#louis tomlinson world tour 2022#gracias a la vida
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gracias a todos los que me alegran mi noche uvu ♡
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It's true it's canon, Frankie told me the other day
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lo muchísimo que le gusta a la gente "aliada" repetir constantemente que los homófobos son en realidad gays reprimidos es que cualquier día de estos voy a empezar a quemar cosas
#si no he escuchado a esta gente decir mil veces que seguramente santiago abascal sea gay en secreto no lo he escuchado ninguna#que siiii que al final somos los gays el origen de todos los problemas incluso de los problemas que nos acaban matando gracias por avisar#lo peor de todo es que genuinamente se creen que ellos No son homófobos y no tienen homofobia de la que deconstruirse#zai.ez
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Hace poquito más de un año que me diagnosticaron la depresión que llevo arrastrando desde hace 10 años, toqué fondo como nunca en mi vida, con crisis de ansiedad y un insomnio que me comía viva. Con los fármacos que tomaba dejé de sentir, no solo lo malo sino que también lo bueno, en medio del tratamiento se me ocurrió viajar por el mundo.
Recorrí Europa, conocí 9 países en dos meses, fuí a los lugares con los que soñé ver toda mi vida y ni por eso pude volver a sentir, fue decepcionante. Volví a mi país sin esperanzas de recuperarme y fué cuando te ví, que pude sentir algo.
No sabes mucho sobre mi, poco y nada te he contado sobre mi salud mental y mucho menos todo lo que guardo en mi corazón y mente, sin contar la nula información que te he dado sobre mis relaciones amorosas, pero desde ese día que nos juntamos que quiero tenerte siempre cerquita.
No quería pero me fue difícil no empezar a sentír cosas por ti, me decias cosas que me volaban la mente y siempre algo bonito que alegraba mi día, no quería ilusionarme porqué no sé cuales son tus intenciones, pero cuando escuché ese audio en el que me dijiste "desde que te ví (...) me gustaste po, me gustaste" que algo cambió en mi, fué algo pequeño, como una fisura en la armadura que le tengo puesto a mi corazón.
El día que nos juntamos, estaba muy tranquila, como si me juntara con cualquier amigo, pero cuando me dijiste que estabas cerca sentí pánico por 5 segundos, después te ví y de nuevo hiciste otra fisura en mi armadura, te ví y me dije "el es diferente", pero ya me habías dicho que pues era solo vernos, que pasara lo que tenía que pasar y después cada uno por su lado.
Siempre tuve bien claro que no me quieres para algo más, pero cuando sentí tu piel tocar la mía, cuando sentí el calor de tu cuerpo y tus besos en mi cuello, en ese preciso momento volví a sentir, tocaste en lugar preciso en el que me reiniciaste, lograste en un roce de piel lo que yo no pude hacer por mi en meses.
Mientras recorrías mi cuerpo con tus manos supe que jamás podré olvidar esa sensación y mientras me besabas entendí que ese momento era lo que necesitaba, era lo que buscaba sin saber que me hacía falta. Todo lo que me atormentaba en la vida desapareció esa noche, toda preocupación, la angustia, la incertidumbre, la depresión, todo y solo se quedó conmigo la paz, la tranquilidad y mi corazón llenito de amor por entregar. Esa noche pude dormir, dormí tan bien y tan profundo que en un momento de la noche me desperté desorientada, sin saber dónde estaba y te sentí a mi lado, me voltee y me acurruqué en tu pecho, sentí tu calor, los latidos de tu corazón y me sentí en casa.
Al despertar en la mañana supe que estaba en problemas, supe que te metiste en mi corazón y que ya nada podrá sacarte de ahí, que no podré olvidar tus besitos y esos ojitos lindos viéndome al despertar. Te ví esa mañana y solo pensaba en que quería amanecer cada día así, que rogaba por que ese momento fuese eterno y no tuvieras que irte nunca, pq al momento de que cruzaras la puerta no habría vuelta atrás.
Después de esa noche se me quitaron las ganas de conocer a cualquier otra persona, de que otros ojos me miraran, de que otras manos me tocaran.
Quisiera poder decirte todo esto que siento, que sepas todo esto, pero te juro que estoy aterrada. No quiero que al saberlo te alejes de mi, que las cosas cambien, no podría soportar tu rechazo. Porque yo ya no quiero gente pasajera en mi vida, ya no quiero a alguien solo para pasarla bien, ya no quiero solo tener sexo, te quiero a ti, quiero tus besos, tus caricias, tus nanais, quiero sentir los latidos de tu corazón, tomar tu mano y ver los atardeceres mas maravillosos del universo. Te quiero para algo lindo, sano y duradero, te quiero para conocer el mundo y sus rincones, para aventuras y regaloneos, para juntas familiares y con amigos.
Siempre le estaré agradecida al universo por haberte conocido, por haber coincidido y permitirme sentirte, tocarte, besarte, quererte.
Quizá algún día tenga el valor suficiente para decírtelo o primero para mostrarte este texto y después decírtelo de frente.
#feelings#puerto montt#gracias por todo#gracias universo#depressing#carlos#distancia#scout#Santiago#antofagasta#love#cjck
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