#Santi and Laci

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WHAT IF

(and I'm sorry if I ask something that's happened in canon. I haven't read all the bonus LAL content yet)

What if Santi and Laci traveled for a vacation and she got lost from him or just had a triggering meltdown (if this is too sensitive a question, that's okay, I understand!)

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Santiago Garcia x OC!Lacina Dumas

For context, although I don't know if it'll come out officially, I think of Laci as autistic. He non verbal episodes, sensitivities, overwhelmed by sounds and people that was only compounded by her trauma. She has lower support needs in her 30's but thats how i view her.

Santi, first of all, would be losing his fucking mind if he lost her on vacation. He would he blame himself so fast but he also was good at keeping a clear head. Maybe they traveled to Miami after Leto was born (Since you havnt read bonus content or Take your time and for the longest time, in the current timeline Santi and Laci just got maried and Laci is 5 month pregnant with their son, Leto Antonio Garcia-Dumas. Name started as joke between me and Mona and when talking baby names but then we decided we liked it.)

Imagine it, Santi carrying Leto in a front carrier, both of them with glasses and blue hates and looking cute as hell matching. Santi admittedly had a slight preference for a girl but he was absolutely head over heels for his son. Perfect wife, perfect baby, perfectly family. He carried the baby, wanting to do it until he knees or neck start really bothering him. Laci was recovered by the c-section but he liked spending time close with Leto. He liked having his son right up to his chest while holding his pretty wife's hand as she practically skipped at the zoo.

He cant remember why he let go of her, something about adjusting Leto's hat? Or fixing the straps? It didn't matter. He kept walking, trusting Laci was at his side in the crowded zoo. Then, when it was done and he looked to his right she was gone.

Logically, Santi knew she hadn't been taken. Santi knew that in the US, women weren't grabbed off the streets for sex trafficking. He'd worked with enough anti-trafficking missions to know these women are mostly tricked, and almost always by people they trust. He knew that, really. Still there was still that panic, that flash in his head that he'd have to see her again the way he did when he found her. Beaten and bloodied, grey skinned and bones jutting out. Laci's therapist said he was traumatized from all he'd seen, from the way he found Laci, now his wife, in such a state. He'd reflect on this later.

More realistically, he knew as soon as Laci knew she was separated from him, she'd panic. She'd been doing amazing, recoverying in a lot of ways but she still can't be outside their home or her work without someone she trusts. He immidietly starts looking for her, calling out her name, wishing they'd gone with Frankie and Jana or Will and Lorelei so it wasn't just him looking, His left hand craddles Leto, protecting the pre-me as he pushed through crowds, his voice getting more and more frantic.

"LACI!!!"

Then he hears someone calling for security and a crowd gathering off in the distance a bit. He thinks the worst, and rushes off hoping he's found her. When he gets close he hears her. Laci is crumbled on the ground, trying to curl into a ball but the security had his hand on her arm, trying to pull her, saying she has to leave. An older woman with a toddler holding her hand is trying to defusing the situtation, saying to let her go, he's making it worse.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!" Rushes to his wife, yanks securities hands off his wife and drops down, trying to hold her but also be careful with Leto. He's crying now, the jostling of the search scarying him.

Security tells him they need to leave, Santi harshly tells him to shut up. He can't take care of Laci and Leto, Laci covering her ears but huddling close to him, crying hystericly. Santi hasn't seen Lace like this possibly ever, she usually shuts down during incidents. The nice older lady offers to hold Leto, and when Santi seems hesitant, she sits next to them on the ground. She can't run off with him, so he takes Leto out to where he is soothed by the stranger.

Santi gets behind Laci, squeezing her in a hug but not restraining her. He just knows she likes the pressure. She likes his arms around her while he speaks calming words. If she knows he's there, she knows she's safe.

*

Back at the hotel, Santi lets her rest. He orders her favorite foods and handles everything with Leto other than Laci breastfeeding.

It's 2 am, Laci is unable to sleep so they find I Love Lucy on the TV and watch it together in the warm glow, Letos travel crib safely next to their bed.

"I'm sorry baby." Santi whispers into her hair. "I shouldn't have let you out of my sight."

She shakes her head, pulling her hands out of the blanket to sign. "I'm 31. I should be able to go to a fucking zoo."

Laci doesn't swear. Not on principle, but its just not in her nature. When she does, he knows its real. She's upset with herself.

Santi knows he can't point out the obvious. That she hasn't lived a normal life, that she's experienced and survived horrors most people can't even comprehend. He knows that won't help. "It's okay, baby. You're making so many improvements, and I'm gonna be every step of the way with you. I'm so proud of how far you come."

It didn't have the desired effect. Her cute little face scrunched up, and she began to softly cry. How could he make her see? Make her understand how proud he was of her?

"I'll never be a good mom"

And Santi's heart shatters, breaks into a million pieces at the though she thinks she isn't. Laci hold a lot of guilt for Leto being premature and thus being born blind. She thinks she got pregnant too soon, that she didn't take care of her stress levels enough, or eat right or this or that. She loves Leto so much she feels she can't be enough.

"Munequita, no, no oh my god... you're a wonderful mother, the best he could ever ask for."

But she shook her head, signing, "I can't take him to the park alone. I can't go drive him to a friends house. I can't-"

"Lace..." Santi cupped her face, guiding her to look at him, his own eyes wet with tears. "Plenty of parents can't do that sort of thing, but that's okay. You don't have to do it alone. I'm gonna be here. We'll go to the park together, I'll drive you both around. You've shown me you can handle those high stress moments when it comes to the safety of those you love... You'll do it for him if you need to. But, Miss Lacina, listen to my words. You will be there for Leto in all the most important ways. You'll support him in all his activities, give him everything he needs to thrive even with hearing loss. You'll be the most loving mother the world has ever seen, and Lace? Leto adores you. He adored you now, and he always will. We're both lucky to have you."

Her body language relaxes, and Santi sees a little smile on her pretty face. He kisses her nose.

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I love them they are like my children ;-;

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Congratulations on 700 followers, yay!! And what a way to celebrate with the things you're offering!

I simply can't just *not* ask you... brat tamer Santiago Garcia, if you happen to be inspired?

Pairing- Santiago Garcia x F! Reader

Summary- You push your boyfriend just a little too far with your teasing

CW-18+, NSFW, MDNI, Brat tamer Santi, Sub reader, slight voyeurism, Overstimulation, Breath play, Rough sex, Safe word established, Use of restraints, gagging, Dacryphilia, Pet names, Unprotected PIV, Cream Pie, Aftercare

WK- 3.6K ( Drabble..who said this was a Drabble?)

A/N- This was the first ask in my follower celebration and I’ve wanted to put my all into it. Santi is so intimidating and I love writing for him.

Not beta read

Some inspiration before you read if you’re feeling so inclined. ( Santiago)

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It started off innocently enough 

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  Santi:Baby you’re killing me

         Just wanted to give you a Valentines preview 

  It was boredom that often got you in trouble with Santiago. He said you had a knack for testing his Will power. A constant push and pull between being good and watching the moment he decides he’s had enough of your behavior. 

  The problem here lies that you can’t see his face via text. There was no way of knowing when the flip switched from innocent to a lesson in never pushing Santiago’s buttons. 

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  Santi:I’m serious I’m trying to work here cariño 

            Fine…tell Frankie I said hi

  It really was his fault…he left you to your own devices for an entire day. Of course you went shopping and saw the lacy red set that you know would drive him wild. The woman who helped you out convinced you to get a few more things and also another set in pink. But then you saw the black silk teddy with the red trim and you knew you just had to have that one. 

  A full photo shoot in the floor length mirror in your shared bedroom had you occupied for a little longer. And now you find yourself growing impatient as the time ticks on. 

  “Pope, my dog can hold a flashlight better than you.” Frankie’s muffled voice comes from under the sink as Santi discards his phone on the counter. 

  “Relajate hermano.” Santi’s annoyance oozed from his tone, mostly irritated at his lack of preparedness for what was supposed to be a simple ‘in fish’s words’ fix to his leaky sink. 

  One hour turned into four and it seemed like they had made way too many trips to the hardware store. This was clearly not going to be a quick fix and Frankie should’ve hired a plumber like he said. He knew Frankie was too stubborn for that, the pilot could fix mostly anything on his own and that sometimes led to an air of too much confidence. 

  Frankie leans back on his heels wiping the sweat from his brow with his shirt, the backwards standard oil cap on his head a shade darker around the rim because the man is too cheap to turn on the ac. 

  “Your dick hard from holding that flashlight or were you staring at my ass.” Frankie chides and Santi’s flipping him off before the words even leave his mouth. 

  Santi can’t help the way his body reacts to you. Which is why he desperately needed you to stop sending him those photos. He could be home with you right now, undressing you piece by piece. His face buried between your thighs as he pulled countless orgasms from you until you were begging him to stop. In reality he was going to do that anyway but he’s not going to be so nice about it now that you’ve decided to be a grade A pain in his ass. 

  You couldn’t possibly know that he’s at his wits end between Frankie’s constant ribbing and his one too many mentions of you. He appreciated that his friend cared about his love life but Santi knew how he really felt. The too long looks at you swimming at Wills in your bikini, the hugs that lasted longer than he’d felt comfortable with but wouldn’t dare say anything to Frankie. The way you genuinely laughed at his awful jokes when you were all hanging out at the bar. 

  “Let me take a look, I think your eyes need a break.” Santi bumps him out of the way with his foot. 

  “Oh you’re an expert plumber now, but you can’t even hold a damn flashlight.” Santi shoots him a look as he breathes heavy out of his nose and Frankie concedes taking the flashlight from him. 

  Santi’s grumbling in a mix of English and Spanish as he takes in the mangled mess of tubes and the puddle of questionable water his arm is sitting in. Santi is suddenly aware of every sore muscle in his body as his back goes rigid. His knees ache and his head is pounding from a lack of food and water. Right now he’s seeing red as he notices the problem they’ve been dealing with all day was quite literally because Frankie had his wires crossed. He's fumbling with the tubing as his phone buzzes in succinction on the counter above him. He thinks you might be calling him but it stops after three. 

  “Everything alright up there Fish?” His tone slightly exasperated as he’s plunged into darkness. Evidently neither of them know how to hold a flashlight properly. 

  “You are one lucky son of a bitch.” 

  “What!?” He groans after a loud thud that was his head hitting the underside of the sink reverberates through his body. 

  Frankie’s scrolling on Santi’s phone with a perverted look plastered on his face. He’s leaning against the counter completely unaware or unconcerned that Santi is staring daggers at him.

  Santi snatches his phone hastily. “Get a good look?” Frankie clearly can’t read the room as he chuckles at him and this is the closest he’s been to getting punched since basic training. 

  “I didn’t see much.” The lie is clear as day on his face as Santi crosses his arms. “I just don’t know how you could be here with me while you’ve got that at home.” Frankie crosses his arms almost mimicking Santi and an unfamiliar noise leaves his mouth. Santi probably resembles a fire breathing dragon more than a human at this moment. 

  “You’re right Frank.” He clenches and unclenches his fist. “I don’t know why I’m here.” He wonders now if Frankie was in on it with you and some elaborate plan to push him to the brink of his resolve. He wouldn’t put it past either of you, always vying for who can win the award for the first place pain in the ass. Unlucky for you and lucky for Frankie that his displaced aggression now has a direction. 

  Santi leaves the kitchen without another word, slamming the front door a little harder than he meant but not feeling too bad about it. He’s bounding toward his Jeep with his phone clutched in his hand and a painful bulge in his jeans. He decides not to leave Frankie entirely in the dark and also not wanting to have the day be a total waste. 

  I fixed the problem 

  🐈🐠: Gracias hermano te aprecio 

  Santi puts the car in reverse and starts the slow roll down the driveway. His phone buzzes next to him on the seat and he aggressively puts it back in park to check. 

  🐈🐠: Tell her to wear the red one 🥵

  Since when did his old ass figure out how to use emojis? Santi pulls up the messages he forgot you sent him. The ones Fish saw. The sweat trickles down his back as he takes in the compromising positions you’re in. One hand clutching your breast, another hand dipping beneath the deep red fabric. You’re only saving grace is that he can’t actually see that spot between your legs. The spot he knows is soaked and if Frankie had seen he’d never live it down. They’d have to share you at that point and Frankie would be none too pleased with himself. 

  Santi: Be in the bed with the red one on

  You were starting to get worried when you sent those last three images. You hadn’t heard from him and your anxiety was getting the best of you. You knew you were constantly pushing the limits of how far you could take him, with all the trust in your relationship you assumed at this point Santiago was limitless. Sending a few racy texts was nothing compared to making him come in his pants while you palmed him under the table at your last hang out with the guys. Your punishment was relatively mild when he yanked you into the bathroom and made you clean up the evidence. 

                   Can’t wait to see you baby 🥰

  You're waiting…patiently now after you’ve changed into the one that you knew would drive him crazy. 

  He’s driving, barely obeying the traffic laws as he white knuckles the steering wheel. He’d already picked out your tombstone when you sent the first photo. 

  Here lies my Beloved baby girl- impatient, petulant, brat until the very end 

  ****

  He knows he needs to shower first, so you’ll just have to wait a little longer. He hopes for your sake you’re in the bed like he asked. You had the expert ability to do the opposite of what he wanted at every turn. 

  The sun is just starting to set when he enters your shared home. He can smell his favorite scent wafting through the air of one of those ridiculous wax melts you had all throughout the house. He would never tell you that he liked it so much but it seems you’ve caught on anyway. He can’t even describe what it is since it’s labeled autumn air, but it reminds him of you.

  Had you been a little faster you might have gotten away with it…but he sees a flit of red and your foot just barely making it into the doorway of the bedroom.You’re lying on your stomach when he enters the room doing your best to not look out of breath with that innocent smile on your face. 

  “You think you’re slick?” You shake your head as he pulls his shirt off, revealing his tan skin. He throws it towards to hamper, missing it completely as he stalks towards you. He takes your jaw between his forefinger and thumb and you tilt your head up for a kiss that never comes. “I asked you a question.” His breath is hot on your face as you search his eyes for a sign of reassurance but you find none. 

  “I don’t…know what you’re talking about.” Your voice comes out shaky as his grip tightens on your chin. He laughs as an unmerciful look spreads across his face. You’re a mixture of terrified and aroused as you hang there in the balance, unsure of what his next move is. 

  He lets go of your chin and presses you back with his palm to lay against the headboard. His jaw is clenched and his lips in a tight line as he straddles your hips pinning you down with his jean clad thighs. You reach out to palm the obvious bulge in the front of his pants and he not so gently grabs your wrist. He places a soft kiss to the palm of your hand before bringing it up over your head to rest on the pillow. “That’s the last time you’re gonna act out of line.” His voice a low growl in your ear and you think you may have royally fucked up. 

  He sits back on his heels, trailing his hands over the soft fabric of your dress. His thumbs graze your nipple and his eyes go wide at the way your body reacts to him. He grips your hips and bunches the fabric to reveal the matching thing soaked with your arousal. If he had fangs he’d draw blood with the way he’s biting down on his lip as his fingers toy with the thin string, pulling it tight between your lips. He’s playing with you now and your antics earlier may have been seriously detrimental to your health and well being. 

  The material bites into your skin and you wince as he snaps the thin fabric like it’s made of floss. It’s vulgar the way he brings them to his nose inhaling your scent, his eyes roll back and your breath picks up at the carnal display before you. 

  He sets the torn panties down next to your head before his hands are back on you. “I take it, I bought this?” You nod once and he tsks under his breath. 

  “Yes.” It’s rushed out and he slaps the side of your thigh as he crowds your space. “I mean yes sir.” 

  “Good girl…I think it’s been too long since you’ve been taught a lesson.” You gasp as he rips the fabric. “You can’t even remember your manners.” Your gut churns at the voracious tone he’s using. The bold red dress flutters in front of you as he reduces it to shreds. His muscles flex as he pulls it taught, inspecting it to his liking. He leans over you, his soft kiss a stark contrast to his words. All you’ve wanted all day was to touch him, but you keep your hands where they are as his lips devour you. His kiss growing hungrier by the second. He pulls away breathless as he rests his head in the crook of your neck. He rolls his hips instinctively, his lust for you is almost too much. “You just need a little reminder sweetheart.” 

  He regained some composure as he pulled his weight back. The warmth of his body leaves you and goosebumps raise on your skin. His thumb grazes your bottom lip as he pulls down gently, coaxing your mouth open. He shoves your panties in your mouth and you can taste yourself on your tongue. You breathe deep through your nose as he waits for any sign you need this to stop. His hand grabs your wrist and the shredded fabric bringing it up to the bedpost. He was nothing if not tactical with his movements as he quickly secured both wrists with his perfectly procured gift. He gives a light tug and smirks, seemingly pleased with his work. 

  You squirm and whine as he swings his legs over your body and exits the bed. The drool starts down your cheek as you soak the fabric in your mouth. “Don’t worry cariño, I’m gonna take real good care of you.” 

  He opens the bedside drawer and fishes out your small pink vibrator, it’s been so long since you’ve used it you're not even sure it’s charged. He clicks it once and it roars to life…the opposing looks on your faces are almost cartoonish as you groan in anticipation. 

  He pulls his phone out of the front pocket of his jeans as he leans over dragging the tip through your slit. Not even bothering to look at the mess he’s making. “Let’s see… how many photos did you send baby?” The sarcasm drips off his tongue as he counts each one out loud. He whistles low under his breath. “Five…I’m not sure you can handle a five.” The settings go up to six and you’re praying to whatever god is listening that he has some mercy. 

  You keen as it breaches your entrance almost out of breath on the first setting. He clicks it twice more and snickers at your muffled cries. “I’m gonna shower okay sweetheart. You stay right there and don’t move.” He clinks his belt and pulls down his pants before heading towards the en-suite bathroom. He sends you one last salacious look as he palms himself over his boxers. You writhe as he turns his back to you, no doubt grinning like the Cheshire Cat. 

  ****

  You want to call him every name in the book besides his god given one as you breathe through your second climax. Your legs are shaking and you wish your pussy would go numb to the constant vibrating sensation wracking your body. You tried to crawl away from it to no avail, you clenched your thighs together hoping that would give you some relief and accidentally bumped it up a notch. 

  Your back arches off the bed as your wrists tug at the restraints, the new angle has it hitting that spot deep inside you as you bite down hard on the soaked fabric in your mouth. You’re almost grateful for it and you think he must know what he’s doing because you’d surely have cracked a molar at this point. 

  He’s humming some incessant tune as the water shuts off and you try and focus on your breathing knowing it’s almost over. 

  He exits the bathroom, steam emanating off his sturdy body. He used a towel to run through his thick hair not covering the hefty cock dangling between his thighs. He saunters over taking his sweet ass time, slowly pulling the vibrator from your soaked folds. A lewd sound comes out of you as he pulls the fabric from your mouth. He straddles your chest this time, careful to keep his weight off you as his cock sits heavy between your breasts. You know he’s doing it on purpose, as he unties your sore wrists. He knows how much you love sucking his cock that hangs inches from your face, but you wouldn’t dare do anything now without permission. You breath out heavily, mouth watering at the sight of him as he looks down upon you. His cock jumps at the temperature change and you know that he knows what you’re doing. Quite possibly the only thing you can do in your current predicament. 

  “You did so good for me cariño.” He slides down your body, trailing precum along your sweat soaked skin. He wipes the drool from your mouth with his hand and purses your lips in his grasp. “But we’re not done yet.” 

  “Santi please…I'm sorry.” You’re reduced to begging, something he rarely denied. 

  “I gave you a chance to be sorry.” He wipes a stray tear that rolls down your cheek and for a brief moment he feels bad. You were just trying to show off for him after all. The shredded reminder of your little outfit is all the motivation he needs to finish what he started. 

  You rub your sore wrists and stretch your limbs as he grabs his phone from the bedside table. You get a nice look of his pert ass as he walks to the opposing lounge chair in your bedroom and props the phone up to his liking. 

  “Hands and knees baby.” He’ll always love the way you quickly obey as he works his hand over his cock and climbs in the bed behind you. He’s sure you’ve learned your lesson but now he wanted to have some fun and you were being so good. 

  He soothes you with his other hand as he watches your shaky breaths from behind. Your ass wiggles a little as you try to get comfortable. He can see the arousal dripping down your thighs as he drags the tip through your soaked folds. “I can’t see your face baby, so keep your eyes open.” 

  “Yes sir.”

  “That’s my girl.” He pushes in as he grips your hips, starting a brutal pace. You’re so worked up from before as he drags in and out of your walls. Grunting behind you as the lewd sounds of the slap of skin echo in the room. He’s been so keyed up all day he knows he’s not going to last long and the way your pussy squeezes him so tight with every thrust he needs to feel you come before he loses all control. The chants of his name are like music to his ears as you grip the sheets below you, but it’s not good enough. 

  He wraps his arm around your chest bringing his hand to your throat as he breathes heavily into your ear. A sharp intake of breath as he squeezes slightly. “Your eyes open baby?” All you can do is nod and you hope that’s good enough. He releases it gripping your jaw to look at the camera while fucks relentlessly into you. “Whose fucking you like this…hmm.” 

  “You Santi.” Your voice cracks as you grasp at his arms to stay upright. He moans into your ear as you grip him tight. His breath on your neck tickles and you both chuckle slightly. A sighting of your Santi sprinkled into your intense moments. 

  “You tell him who you belong to.” Who? You whine as your body shakes, you’re just at the edge of the cliff all you need is that little push. He grips your hair with one hand bringing the other to rub your clit. “You know who.” He says through gritted teeth. 

  “I don’t I swear.” You sob, tears of ecstasy roll down your face as your fingers dig into his forearm. 

  “Frankie.” He growls in your ear as you fall apart in his arms. He follows you over the edge quickly after, much to your relief at the prospect of reaching your climax at the mention of his best friend. 

  It takes you both a moment to catch your breath, just basking in the afterglow. He kisses your shoulder asking if you’re okay. Turning your face to his when you don’t answer immediately, searching your face for any sign of discomfort. “I’m okay baby, I promise.” You sigh as he releases you, your tired body falling into the soft sheets below you. 

  He rubs your back for a moment before rolling out of bed to the bathroom. You have no idea what time it is, with the sun setting so early it could be six or nine and in the excitement of the day you didn’t eat or drink as much as you should have. Santi returns with a washcloth, wiping your face first and down your chest. He gently wipes both thighs and you shiver as he brushes the towel over that overworked spot between your legs. “I know it’s cold, I’m sorry.” His voice is low and calming like he’s approaching a frightened animal. The vulnerable and sweet Santi that you know and love talking you through the aftershocks. 

  He heads to the chair in the corner retrieving the phone you’d all but forgotten, sliding it in front of your face on the mattress. 

  “Why don’t you hit send for me cariño.” 

  🐈🐠: Message loading 

Here lies my Beloved baby girl- impatient, petulant, brat until the very end 

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[melodygatesauthor]

hi can you do “Reality is even better than my dreams.” with bfd! santi 😋

Better Than I Thought

bfd!Santiago "Pope" Garcia X f!Reader

Nonnie!!! Yes!!! More bfd!Santi!!!! Oh and I changed up the prompt a little to fit Santi just a little better.

For those following along, here is Worth The Risk. I have a 4 part mini-series for this fic. This will be sort of a small slice “spin off” of that but could be read on its own. Hope you enjoy!

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, bfd!Santi, pussy eating, fingering, age gap (both adults), forbidden relationship, I only read through this once so don't yell if there's an editing issue please.

Word Count: 854

You were doing it again. You were being a terrible friend. Maria was sound asleep when you crept out of her room and into the hall. You walked slowly up to her father’s door. You didn’t even get the chance to knock. Santiago’s door flew open, he grabbed you by the arm and tugged you inside.

His lips were on yours the second the door latched behind you. You could still taste the wine from dinner on his tongue. One of his large hands pulled you in closer; you felt his cock already testing the seams holding his sweatpants together.

“Mm, miss me sweetheart?” He asked in a low whisper.

“Yes.” You said breathlessly.

He continued kissing you, stealing the moans from your lips. You hadn’t been with Santiago in a while, and it felt good to be in his arms again, making you feel the way no one else could.

“We’re going to do something else tonight, something I think you’ll like.” He was shifting you back to the bed until you felt it hit the back of your knees and you fell backward.

“What did you have in mind? You asked as he pulled his shirt over his head.

He chuckled, “you’ll see, cariño, be patient.”

He gripped the waist of your shorts and tugged them off. Underneath, you’d worn a pair of black, lacy panties you hoped he would recognize. From the way he wiped a hand over his stubble, you guessed that he did.

“You’re such a little tease.”

“But I didn’t-”

You let out a small gasp as he grabbed your hips roughly and pulled you to the edge of the bed. He knelt down and spread your thighs apart as far as he could. He hooked his finger around the thin fabric of your soaking underwear and moved it to the side.

“You think I didn’t notice the look you gave the waiter at the restaurant tonight?” His finger touched around your folds, avoiding your clit on purpose.

You whined, “I didn’t look at him Santi, I just gave him my…my order.” You were trying to think straight, “besides, why do you even care?”

He didn’t have anything to say in response. Instead, he continued trailing his finger up your slit and rubbed your clit. You arched your back and lout out a quiet, breathy moan.

Santiago shouldn’t care about you looking at and flirting with guys your own age. In fact, he should be encouraging it. You dating someone and moving on would help him get over this infatuation he had with his daughter’s best friend. He couldn’t help it though. All he wanted to do was prove to you that he was better than all the boys your age, because that’s all they were, just boys.

He didn’t waste anymore time before sticking one of his thick fingers deep into your wet cunt. You sucked in a breath and clasped your hands over your mouth quickly. He started pumping it into you slowly, gliding it over your walls.

“There you go sweetheart.” He said as your cunt fluttered around him.

You thought for sure he wasn’t going to do more than that, but you’d be wrong. He leaned forward and flattened his warm tongue over your folds, flicking upward as he reached your burning nub. You let out a small squeak in response; you were trying your best to keep quiet, but the sensation was more incredible than you could’ve anticipated.

He stopped and looked up at you, lips glistening and eyes dark.

“Tastes even better than I could’ve imagined, cariño.” He said in a gruff tone.

“P-please don’t stop.” You begged softly.

“You sure you don’t want that little waiter to-”

It surprised him when you grabbed a fistful of his peppered hair and pulled his face back down over your mound. He decided to try adding a second finger to your soft channel. You were so damn tight, even after he’d split you open on a few other occasions already.

As Santi kept working on you with his tongue and very dexterous fingers, you were trying desperately to keep yourself from screaming and letting Maria hear you. It felt so good though, so impossibly good.

“S-Santi, fuck that feels…”

You looked down at him. His eyes peered back at you while he continued his work. Seeing the way his tongue flicked so quickly sent waves of tingling arousal through you. Then he would purse his lips over your sensitive bundle of nerves and tease relentlessly.

“Santi I’m gonna…shit, I’m gonna…”

Your cunt gushed over his digits while he sped up his tongue over your clit. You let go of his head and covered your mouth to quiet your screams. Even after you’d finished, he just kept going, as though he were trying to get caught.

“S-Santi please! I can’t!” You begged, pulling back.

He stopped and looked up at you, brow furrowed and dangerous. Your breath caught in your throat. When he stood, you saw his cock pressing against his pants still, desperate and needy.

“You ready for more sweetheart? We’re just getting started.”

Melody's Birthday Celebration

Celebration Masterlist

[romanarose]

H I M

[dameronscopilot]

So, uhm, for Santi's Shitty Ass Knees club and uh, maybe also thigh riding kink and... uh... knees are harder and knobbier to grind on (even if Santi has these thick luscious thighs to grind on too...) so maybe his person gives him a new appreciation for the damned joints that give him so much trouble because they also give his person so much pleasure. That's all. Happy Sunday. 👋🏼😇😳

Thigh Knee Riding with Santiago

Santiago "Pope" Garcia x f!reader

NSFW 18+ content below.

Santiago’s flat on his back in bed, lips hanging open slightly and his pupils blown wide with lust as you ruck up the skirt of your dress and straddle one of his legs. While he’ll inevitably split you open on his fat cock later, you’ve spent most of the day fucking distracted by the indecent way the jeans he’d decided to wear were hugging his thick, muscled thighs. So you have other matters to attend to first.

You went so far as to drag him home from dinner at Frankie’s earlier than you’d usually leave, because by the time you hopped into the passenger side of his truck, the inside of your thighs was already far too sticky with the arousal that had seeped its way through your sopping wet underwear as you clenched your legs together throughout the visit. 

While perhaps you could’ve both stripped down before you began shamelessly riding his thigh, Santiago wants you like this—the straps of your dress haphazardly drooped over your shoulders, tits spilling out; the breathy little moans that leave your mouth as you drag your slick folds over his denim-clad thigh, your lacy underwear digging so tightly into your cunt as he tugs the waistband up to rest as high on your hips as it’ll go. He wants his mouth to go dry as he feels your arousal soaking through his jeans and onto his leg, wants to see the messy evidence of your release smeared all over afterward. 

But this time, something different happens—

Though he’ll deny it up and down till he’s blue in the face, not quite ready to accept the fact that his body is suffering the consequences of the hell he put it through for decades, Santiago Garcia has shitty ass knees.

He’ll still stubbornly hoist you up and try to make love to you against a wall when given the chance, knees be fucking damned as he grits his teeth and pants his way through it, but he’ll eventually be muttering expletives under his breath when the strain becomes too much and you’re forced to switch positions.

You know it bothers him.

Which is why, when you can feel the muscle of his leg strain underneath of you for a moment, you can easily surmise he’s starting to feel stiff from the position you’re in (though he won't say it)—running around in the backyard with Frankie’s daughters all afternoon certainly isn’t helping his case any. 

You go to move with the intention of hovering above him to give him a moment to bend and stretch his leg out, but when your movements fall slightly out of sync in the process, his knee ends up pressed against the apex of your thighs.

Your breath hitches at the feeling of it, the pressure of the solid bone of his kneecap up against your throbbing clit. While there’s plenty to be said about clenching down on Santi’s firm thighs, desperately chasing the friction that will eventually lead you to a keening, whimpering, climax…this is new. And unexpected.

Santi knows you, he knows you so fucking well. You think you’re being subtle as you experimentally rock your hips into his knee once more, but he clocks it immediately.

“Hermosa, what are you doing?” 

There’s a hint of amusement in his voice as he watches you bite down on your lower lip, and you gasp as he presses his knee even more firmly into your mound. It feels so good, a fresh gush of arousal begins to leak down the inside of your leg.

“Do you like this?” he asks, tone pitched low as he runs his tongue over his lower lip.

You nod. 

“Then don’t stop.”

Santi hastily tucks a pillow under his leg and watches you, transfixed, as you begin to grind down on his knee. He reaches down, pressing the heel of his palm against his throbbing erection while you get yourself off, moaning with each roll of your hips. 

And while seeing you slip your dress off and palm at your naked breasts while you tease your nipples has him groaning, it’s the ultimately the mere sight of his shitty, useless knees bringing you over the edge to a gushing orgasm that has him gasping for breath as he comes untouched in his pants, soaking his boxers with his sticky release.

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» SANTIAGO GARCIA MASTERLIST » OSCAR ISAAC MASTERLIST

[mangoshorthand]

Before A Fall [Five Hargreeves x F Reader]. Ch 8 (Hard Feelings Part 2)

SUMMARY: As your life begins to grow around Five's, his attitude becomes a little sinister. When does protection become suffocation and when does taking matters into your own hands become betrayal? (weekly updates) Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve

A visit with Santi's terminally ill friend puts things into a little perspective for both of you.

Kids with cancer and smut below, (though not at the same time). Proceed at your own risk

Chapter 8: Alyssa

Still in his blue pajamas, Five silently makes coffee for you both and pours himself some cereal. When he sits across from you, placing the mug down in front of you, you give him a nod of thanks.

“I’ve been messaging Lila.”

“Oh?” you ask, stiffly.

“Yeah. She thinks Santi should go see Alyssa. She put me in touch with her mom, Laci."

You take a bite of toast and watch him expectantly. He can continue an uphill battle making conversation as far as you’re concerned. When you swallow, he looks like he expects you to respond, so you just take another bite. His mouth tightens a little, but he looks as if he’s trying to be patient.

“She said tomorrow at around 11am would be best. Will you...come with us? I know you have work. I wouldn't ask, only..."

He peters out, expression inscrutable. You feel tempted to capitulate immediately, to offer to take the morning off without a second thought.

You really do want to be there for Santi, but you don't want Five getting the idea you can just drop everything to be at his beck and call. You let his unfinished sentence hang in the air. When you don't immediately rush to his aid, he finishes:

"...we're both supposed to be watching Santi and I think it would be best for him."

His face from behind his coffee cup reminds you of his oil painting still hanging, all but forgotten in the house: assumed confidence hiding vulnerability. He sighs.

"...and because I need your help. I need to ask Laci about JUICED, only-"

You scoff, interrupting him.

"JUICED? Is this you trying to throw me a bone, Five? Make me feel included?"

He huffs. Head tossing a little.

"Forget it then." 

"Oh, believe me, I will."

You pick up the coffee in one hand and your toast in the other and make as if to leave the kitchen. When you get to the bottom of the stairs, he calls your name. You don't return to him but your halted footsteps assure him of your ear.

"If you want the truth: I need you there. Dying kids, grieving mothers...hell, I don't know what to say; how to be."

You turn to stand in the doorway. He's leaned back in his chair, looking at you with entreaty now. There's a beat as your eyes meet. They beg in the way his lips won’t. You maintain a little coolness as you reply:

"I'll have to move some meetings but I'll see what I can do."

It seemed Santi had still not really grasped the situation- he was just excited to have the morning off school to see the friend he was missing so much. He kicks the back of your seat periodically while drawing with colored pencils.

As he drives, Five sings along to Jerry Dyke on the car's tape deck. He starts off quietly at first, drumming one hand on the steering wheel, his elbow resting slightly out of the open window.

“Will the circle, be unbroken,

by and by lord, by and by...”

You watch him singing along with his eyes on the road, growing gradually louder as the minutes progress. As his head begins to jive along too, you can’t help but smile and suppress a laugh. He notices you looking and smiles back, half self-conscious, half suspicious.

 “What?”

“Nothing.” And then, continuing to stare with your little smile still in place, “You’re such a dork.”

You keep the ‘I love you’ back, but you do. For better or worse. Probably worse.

He transfers his window-side hand to the wheel and uses his other to give your knee a squeeze.

When you reach the children’s hospital and wend your way through hallways to the oncology ward, the reality of what you’re about to find inside seems to break on both of you. Taking one of Santi’s hands each, you enter through the double doors.

The gaily coloured walls are papered with children's drawings. You pass a toy-stuffed playroom with a bright red playhouse in the corner, at which Santi looks with interest. The jollity contrasts starkly with the evidence of medical equipment around you in a way that hurts your heart.

“Alyssa!”

Santi pulls you both into her room.

She doesn’t look good. Propped up on pillows, her head is wrapped in a scarf and her eyebrows look sparse already. Her face has the too-pinched look of the seriously ill and her collarbone is too prominent. Despite this, she smiles when she sees her friend.

“Hey Alyssa,” smiles Five, a little awkwardly. Turning from the child, he swings out his hand to shake with Alyssa’s Mom.

"Nice to meet you in person.” 

She’s a short, solidly built person. For you, seeing her is even harder than seeing Alyssa. This is a woman who’s clearly stayed strong for too long. Her skin seems dulled and her lips are chapped.

“Thank you for bringing him, Mr Hargreeves. She’s missed him so much.”

“Call me Five,” one corner of his mouth turns up in an uncomfortable smile. You step forward and introduce yourself.

"Laci, right?"

"That's me. Nice to meet you."

Santi chatters to Alyssa in the background.

"How are Lila and Diego? Enjoying England?" she asks, turning to Five with weary, forced brightness.

"I hear Diego's enjoying the pubs."

Laci smiles but it doesn't quite reach her tired eyes. All three of you watch the kids talk for a few moments. It’s clear that Santi’s becoming a little unsettled by the change in his friend.

You speak, voice lowered, "How is she?"

Five's grateful to you for breaking the silence. Such a simple question but voice cadenced perfectly: care and empathy expressed while maintaining a respectful distance. God, he's glad you agreed to come.

Laci lets out a breath, "As well as can be expected. She has a scan in a couple of days to see how the chemo's been working."

Five nods and then, as if it's risen to his mouth like vomit, he blurts:

"Do you guys drink JUICED?"

You stand on Five’s foot under your chair. Laci looks nonplussed: she shakes her head, apparently concluding that he's offering to get them a couple of cans.

"Alyssa got a little obsessed with it a couple of months ago so we try to stay away from it. Too much sugar."

"Sure. Sure." 

It's as he suspected. 

"And...the other kids? Are they here too?"

Another step on his toe. He needs to get it through his thick skull that he isn’t here to grill this poor woman.

"The little boys from her class? Yeah. They're all somewhere down this hall. I think they're trying to start treatment for them as soon as possible."

"Jesus, I didn't know they were in the same class."

You're just about the break in and commandeer the conversation away from this when the attention of all three of you is directed towards the kids. Santi's standing, holding Alyssa's hand. 

“You wanna go play in the other room?”

“No- I’m too tired.” says Alyssa, resisting the slight pull of his hand.

“But there's a playhouse that has a upstairs, I think!”

"Santi..." you say, with a hint of reproach.

"There's a slide!"

Laci steps in, “I’m sorry, but Alyssa’s too sick today. Maybe next time you come?”

You look up at her, knowing that she doesn’t really think ‘next time’ will bring improvement.  

Santi looks stricken, turning back to Alyssa, “You feel too bad to go play?”

“Yeah, but not so bad. It was worse before. The doctors give me the medicine to make my head stop hurting.”

“Does it hurt bad?” his voice squeaks a little as he talks.

She rubs at sunken eyes.

“Yeah. It's the worst hurt I ever had.”

Santi gives a loud sniff and hugs her hard.

In his emotion, he forgets to be gentle. Five leans to try and loosen his grip, but can’t. He’s squeezing as if he’s trying to pop her damn head off. Alyssa takes a sudden, alarmingly sharp breath and you feel a surge of shock. Her tiny, fragile ribs have got to break with this. You and Laci stand up and move to the bed.

“I miss you SO much!” Santi cries.

“Santi, let go!” yells Five, succeeding in tugging him away with difficulty.

Laci places her body in between the two children, to block him from her. 

“Alyssa? Alyssa, sweetheart, are you ok?”

Alyssa sits there for a moment, as if punch-drunk, and then says: 

"Yeah Mommy, I’m fine.”

She sounds almost surprised to be asked and, considering the unwitting assault her body’s just been through, her voice sounds normal.

Five turns Santi to face him, shaking him a little, “You were too rough. I know you miss Alyssa but she needs you to be gentle!”

Santi's eyes fill with tears at the harshness he never usually gets from his uncle. Five tries to maintain the stern face but can't. Instead, he sighs, puts an arm around him and hugs him. 

You look at Laci.

“I’m sorry about this. I don’t think we prepared him properly. We’re sorry to have made this more stressful for you.”

Laci seems torn between grief and anger but stays calm: “I think this was a bad idea. They’re too little.”

“No!” Santi cries, “I’m sorry. I’ll be gentle.”

“Mommy don’t make him go, I’m fine.”

She sighs wearily, rubbing her eyes with one hand. 

“Ok you guys, but let’s watch some cartoons together.”

The incident seemed to quell Five's desire to investigate. Although he looked through all the open doors on the way back down the hall, he allowed you to pull him out of the ward without stopping in unannounced on the parents of the three sick boys.

Santi cried a little on the way home and fell asleep. Though it was only lunch time, this morning had exhausted him. 

No Jerry Dyke is played on the way home. You both sit in silence, lost in your own thoughts, but in companionship too. When you get nearer to the academy, you look back at Santi, his head lolling on the seat.

“I don’t think we should send him back to school today.”

“I agree. He can play upstairs while I talk with Luther, Sloane and Viktor.”

“Great.”

You think he senses the resentful inflection you kept out of your voice, but also your restraint. He places his hand on your knee again and gives you a conciliatory pat.

You’re sat at Five’s desk on your laptop, pretending to catch up with work but really finalizing your plans. Based on Harvey Klein's prolific social media presence, he seems to take his lunch break from his trendy start-up employer at the same time every day. The plan is to just lie in wait and 'happen' to meet him.

“I love this book.”

You turn around. Five sits on the reading-nook slipper chair, Persuasion in his hand.

“Yeah? I never read it.”

“It's Austen's best.” he says, flicking back a page and meeting your eye. “The heroine falls in love with a poor navy guy when she’s nineteen. Her family are assholes and persuade her not to marry him. Nine years later he comes back rich but he’s still angry, so he flirts with younger women. But then he-uh-comes to his senses and writes her a letter. It's...can I read you a bit?”

“Sure.”

He clears his throat, seemingly glad of the excuse to look down at the book and avert his eyes from yours:

“I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for-ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own…I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.’

“…I guess I just like that part”, he finishes, lamely.

You look up at him and catch his eye. He holds your gaze steadily now. Has he picked this part for a reason?

“One of Dolores’s recommendations?”

“Yeah,” he smiles, marking his page and putting the book back on the shelf beside him, “Come on, come and sit with me.”

Again, he sits on a comfortable chair and stretches his hand out to you in that come-hither way, his head on the opposite shoulder. During his work this afternoon, he loosened his tie, unbuttoned his waistcoat and first two shirt buttons. His hair is a little mussed from all the times he’s run his fingers through it.

You don’t refuse him this time. Closing your computer, you cross the room and perch on his knee. He immediately puts one arm around your waist, the other behind your knees and pulls you more firmly onto him, stretching his neck to kiss you. He forgot to shave today so sports a little five o’clock shadow. He looks pleasantly disheveled. 

God help you.

You reposition yourself with a knee either side of his legs and kiss his lips again. You keep it delicate, tender, focusing on the feel of his lips interlocking yours. When he tries to deepen the kiss, flicking his tongue questingly into your mouth, you pull back a little, keeping your lips light. As he leans forward again to try and up the intensity, you pull away, straightening your back.

“You get back here.”

“Nope.” 

“Tease,” he strokes your hips and buttocks, “a cute girl like you, sits on Daddy’s knee with this ass and then doesn’t let him have a piece?”

Damn. You feel slick already. There’s something about him calling himself Daddy that always makes this happen, no matter what’s going on between you. At this point it’s got to be a Pavlovian response. Perhaps it's time for you to take charge- you're already asserting yourself by going behind Five's back so maybe you can assert yourself here as well; have your cake and eat it too.

You climb off his knee. And there it is, as you knew it would be: the outline of his manhood harsh behind his suit-pants. You start to strip off, first exposing your top half and then your bottom.

“Mm,” he sounds appreciative. As he strips off his own clothes, he watches you with his head cocked, like a mildly interesting TV show.

When you’re both naked and ready, he spreads his legs to expose his full package; balls tight with arousal. These, he rubs a little experimentally whilst looking up at you.

“I'm gonna fuck you senseless but I want you to suck me first.”

It’s an instruction rather than a request. This is the dynamic to which you naturally fall. You decide to humor him for now. Getting on your knees, you give him a few lingering sucks and twitch-tongued licks, tasting drops of his precum. He lets out throaty ‘Mms’ of gratification, looking down at you; full lower lip pouting and eyebrows a little raised.

"Shiiit...you always look so good down there."

 You make eye contact and slowly slip your lips up and back over the head. In your mind, he's had enough of this.

“Did I say stop?”

You ignore him, stand and then sit astride him again. An eyebrow raises incredulously: What's all this?

He tut-tuts a little at your disobedience, stroking your ass. You give him a severe look right back, clearly in a deliberate challenge to his authority. In retribution, one of his hands, lightning fast, jerks up and twists one of your nipples between a thumb and forefinger. He catches you wrong, causing you to flinch and cry out.

“Ow! Red light!”

“Shit, sorry.”

The lust partially leaves his eyes to be replaced by concern. He puts his palm over your breast in an effort to soothe the nipple.

“I shouldn't have done that. You ok? What can I do?”

It was mainly the shock that caused your reaction; the pain is receding now. So why can't you turn this to your advantage?

“You can sit there like a good boy and get ridden hard.”

As soon as you say it, you realize the implications: ‘Good boy’ wasn’t the best idea for someone with unique hang-ups about his age. Except, given his recent behavior, you find you don't care. You're resentful enough to stand by what you said, never mind his precious feelings.

You look at him, ready for an angry response. Instead, he just sits slack-jawed for a moment. 

“Yes please,” he breathes.

You laugh and shift your hips until his sex meets yours. You lower yourself onto him, taking a few seconds to adjust to his full girth, stretching you all at once.

“Oh god, that’s so tight” he moans.

Your script-flipping confidence and the lines of your body are maddening; folds so shamelessly inviting to his dick. He's now so hard within you that it hurts him. His pleasure, like bolt after bolt from the blue, shoots down his erection- he’s sure his stones tighten even more. 

You begin to grind with his dick inside you, keeping it slow and controlled. You keep your eyes locked on his. You can tell he wants to close his eyes and throw his head back but your eyes tell him not to dare. You watch as his pupils dilate and his hair falls over one beautiful green eye.

"Fuck me harder." 

He's whining a little, thrusting his hips upward, looking for the friction you deliberately aren't yet giving him. At the shake of your head, he grabs your hips and tries to take control; to bounce you up and down onto him, but you pull his arms roughly away. 

"Say please, you little bitch."

He rolls his head back and groans. Being in charge is new for you and surprisingly satisfying- seeing him desperate beneath you is intriguing to say the least. You add in thrusts from your pelvis.

He doesn't want to give in... but his mind grows more numb as his arousal builds. Trying to regain control, he multiplies prime numbers counting up from 7393, but it's no help; he's becoming less aware of conscious thought and more of your velvet skin and what it's doing to him. He is for sure going to sit here like a good boy and be ridden. He wants to be ridden like a fucking bike. What else is a red-blooded man supposed to do? 

He abandons all pretense. 

"Please." he breathes.

He runs his hands around to your ass, stroking the cheeks and down the line between them. You shiver as his fingers brush your asshole. 

"Finger my asshole and I will."

Whimpering just the tiniest bit, (from arousal at this idea or the delay in release- he doesn't know), he spits generously on his fingers, finding that he’s already been salivating. With this, he lubricates your tight asshole, accommodating to his fingers from his regular explorations back here. After applying more saliva and listening to your jagged breathing as you ride him lazily, he slips one finger into you: stretching and pistoning until he can fit in a second. The squeezing sensation around his fingers is exquisite. The tingles through all the nerves in his dick intensify.

The second intrusion seems to really get your motor running, as it always does. You go faster now, riding his fingers too. And now he has the speed he needs.

“Oh fuck, thank you." he wheezes, watching your face tense as you fuck him. 

You go faster, gasping and cursing softly. He can tell you're close, but he's closer.

“I’m gonna come.”

“Not- yet you aren’t. I. am. Not. Done.”

You accentuate the four words with particularly violent hip-jerks. He screws up his face and tries to quell the explosion surely coming. He can feel his own dick in your cunt, via your asshole. This is too much to expect of him. He holds his breath, hoping to stop a little of the blood flow. His success is mixed, he holds on, but the tension makes his pleasure redouble when he has to breathe again. You start to moan, throwing your head back. He can't look at your bouncing breasts or he'll- 

“Please," his voice comes out high.

"No!" 

But then you come, throwing your head back and mouth wide. You ride your entire orgasm viciously. It’s too much. He has to, he has to...but he can't.

“Now you can come”

As if it was somebody else, he hears a strangled, almost sob-like cry issue from his own throat: loud, long and wavering as he boils over, blowing up inside you with a relief like weight being removed from his back. He sees stars.

Listening to Lionel Richie on his ancient Walkman, Luther jogs happily up the attic stairs. Outside Five’s door, he removes his headphones and raises his fist as if to knock, but it freezes as the sound of rhythmic movement and a particularly wanton moan reaches his ears.

His cheerful face quickly turns to a pained grimace. The fact that Five could make such a noise is challenging to many of Luther’s most deeply held ideas. Why does this keep happening to him? He is never coming up here again!

Headphones still playing All Night Long tinnily in his hand, he walks hastily back down the stairs with the attitude of someone who's just discovered a decomposing body.

 “Did they want pizza?” asks Sloane, looking up on his return.

“No.” Tag list: (please comment to be added or removed.) @dilfjohhny , @sunsunhe, @w4stedtr4sh, @nevbrooke-555, @theredvelvetbitch, @td-miley01, @five-hxrgreeves

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Me every time you send me horny Laci Santi thots

What do you mean I don’t do that *nervous laugh*

Sexy socks

[ivystoryweaver]

YES LEATHER AND LACE RIGHTS!

[romanarose]

This pic is so Santi and Laci coded

Just the peace on Laci's face, being able to just relax and be safe. Santi's soft smile, being just so happy to have her in his arms <3

[fandxmslxt69]

Top two OC’s

1. Is Laci from leather and Lace. Petite, short (5”) heavily traumatized so she’s has boughts of not being able to talk and high anxiety esp in public. She’s getting better day by day snd has a job now 🥰 (leather and lace ended but the universe goes on with 3 other series with the other boys). She’s got a v sweet heart and likes pretty things (including dresses that makes santi go ferral)

2. Is a fav of Clem’s! Lorenzo from my dark series, the wrong way at my other account, romana-after-dark. The series is a dark TLOU, where the reader is kidnapped by Joel. Lorenzo is her best friend, another raider charged with watching her(and also happens to be dating her brother. Lorenzo is “played” by Oscar Isaac with his look from Drive. Lorenzo is brutally honest and tells reader exactly what’s happening including reminding her how fucked up her situation is. But he’s also always there for her, making her laugh. Lorenzo drinks snd smokes weed a lot but is always alert and ready to protect her. He’s smily and acts like he doesn’t care, but he cares for her a lot and is the one to help her escape

Omg you're so in depth with their personalities I wish I could do that🙈

Laci sounds so sweet I love her!! (If I have the time imma go read leather and lace bc pedro 😏) (I should watch the movie first though)

Lorenzo!!! I did a lot of the rants Clem posted about TLOU and he seems so amazing I want him as a best friend!!! I'm really tempted to read the wrong way but I have a line with dark series and I don't want to not like your fic :( (also like i'm in love with Joel and don't wanna be mad at him the entire time yknow???)

This might inspire me to actually make proper personalities for my oc's and maybe write about them???? (inspo is never there.) pls send help i can only ever make pinterest boards for them...

I can barely choose two top oc's but I'll go with these lovely ladies!! (mind you these aren't oc's like Lorenzo they're me putting myself in a bunch of different books/tv shows/movies)

Luna Jackson!

she's from Percy Jackson! (hence the name bc she's percy's cousin) She's a child of Artemis and yes she doesn't have children but it's some long complicated thing I don't even know anymore. She's number 1 bc she was my first oc and also bc she's most like me! I really don't know what else to say bc my only way to explain these guys is my pinterest boards... oh um, her love interest is Connor Stoll bc that man is a fine looking man (12 year old me was OBSESSED with him)

2. Keeley Owens!

I chose a marvel oc for number 2 bc I feel like we're a very marvel centered blog (i love it tho) so this is keeley, her love interest is bucky (bc my god have you seen that man???) and ummm she's a super soldier kinda?? (i don't write half of their stories down it just floats around in my head and I pray I remember it) she's an avenger and some other cool stuff and I think I actually have like one scene from a fic for her! Her hair is also what I wish mine was

also thank you sm for sharing I love learning about people's oc's!!! feel free to ask/send more and we can feed into each others delusions

[melodygatesauthor]

Can I request a drabble 31. “Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.” with Santi? ❤

Don't Tease Me

dbf!Santiago "Pope" Garcia X Reader

I know you didn't specifically say dbf!Santi, but I had this in mind for him so I went with it. Hope you like it!!! <3

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, fingering, age gap (both adults), dbf!Santi, it's Santi with his best friend's daughter so it's a little immoral but we stan.

Word Count: 788

Santiago Garcia, your father’s best friend and former squadmate, sat next to you on the couch in the living room on football Sunday, and he kept looking at you. You knew why he was looking. Of course you knew. You’d worn that short skirt on purpose, the one that hardly covered anything. You knew that your ass was on display for him and that he could probably see the red lacy thong in between your cheeks.

The look he gave you was made of danger. He was telling you that if he got you alone for even a second, he was going to have something to say to you. This wasn’t, after all, the first time you teased him like that.

There was the time at dinner when your dad and Santi had gone to the living room after you all finished eating and you were doing dishes. Santi came in to get another beer and saw you with your shorts pulled up between your cheeks for his pleasure. Then there was the time that you excused yourself from a barbecue in the backyard and you changed into a bikini before going back down to bathe in the hot tub, conveniently placing yourself right next to him.

Most recently, though, Santi’d had enough, and pinned you against the wall. Your father had dozed off during a football game last Sunday and you went to the bathroom. When you walked out, Santi was in the hall.

“I know what you’re trying to do, cut it out. This is ridiculous, you’re my best friend’s kid.”

Now one week later, your dad was in his recliner, fighting off sleep while you leaned on the arm of the couch, proudly displaying your rear to his best friend. When half-time came around, your dad went to grab more beer in the kitchen.

“Shit outta beer,” he said, “I’m running to the store, you two need anything?”

Santi looked at you with a borderline evil glare, “nope, I’ll be right here. I’ll keep an eye on…for you.”

When your dad left and closed the door behind him, there was an awkward silence in the air. You were sitting up straight now.

“You think you’re funny or something? Huh? Dressing like that? Acting like…what are you doing.” He asked as you scooted forward.

“Santi, he doesn’t have to know.” You stood up and shimmied off your thong, tossing it on the floor.

Santiago gulped, looking you up and down.

You chuckled, “Santi, your eyes are already saying yes…” you walked forward, straddling him. He placed a hand on both of your hips, “now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.”

You were taken by surprise when he grabbed your shirt and pulled you in for a bruising kiss. He was quick, bringing his thick fingers under your skirt and rubbing them along your clit. You moaned into his mouth.

“Is this what you wanted? Huh?” Sant asked through clenched teeth before sliding a finger into your dripping channel.

“Y-yes, Santi!” You cried, tossing your head back.

“Good…fuckin’ brat.” He said before pushing his other finger in.

His fingers were surely coated, you’d been soaking wet since he’d arrived, just waiting for this opportunity. You wanted his cock so badly, but knew that would have to wait for another day. You felt lucky you even got him to finger fuck you on your dad’s couch. You knew he’d wanted this too, you could see it every time he looked at you, he just wouldn’t fucking act on it, until now. Finally. 

“Who knew you’d turn out to be such a little tease, huh? Walking around, wearing your little skirts and thin shirts.”

He shifted, pushing you down to laying on your back on the couch. He climbed over you, keeping his fingers inside and looking down at them as he kept fucking them in and out of you. You arched your back, angling his digits deeper, feeling your body becoming numb under his touch.

“S-Santi I…”

“You what, fucking say it…” He kept pumping into you

He was grunting, clearly enjoying this too.

“Santi I’m going to come…f-fuck…ah.” Your cunt crushed his fingers while he continued gliding them over your walls.

“There you go, cover your dad’s couch sweetheart. Good luck explaining the mess to him.” He kept going, even when you were too sensitive and screaming for him to stop, until you both heard a car door close.

The look you exchanged with Santi was one of terror, but by the time your father walked inside, you had retrieved your panties from the floor and you were waving at him on your way to the bathroom, hoping he didn’t suspect a thing…

Melody's Birthday Celebration

Masterlist

[dameronscopilot]

Intrusively thinking about dbf!Santi on reader’s birthday… the thots won’t stop. Sorry in advance LOL.

Does he remember on his own and text you? Is it a dirty message? Does he overhear your dad call you to wish his little girl a wonderful day only to be plagued with images from thanksgiving (stuffing lmfao)? Does Santi have a gift for you, and if so, does it surpass anything your previous boyfriends have gotten you? Is it super sentimental or more on the chic sugar baby side of things? Does he plan a hotel escape for the two of you, booking something halfway for the both of you? A weekend romp in the sheets with the cheeky bastard of my dreams 😭

babe i'm sorry i left these thots on read for a bit, but okay i have some additional seasoning i'd like to add to this spicy little dish now.

-> 18+

can we just take a moment to imagine like—you don't bother making a fuss over your birthday. but Santiago still overhears your dad mention the date, so the day before, something sheer and lacy arrives in your mailbox at your off-campus apartment. you sigh fondly.

yet you don't hear from Santiago that morning as you make your way to class, and you're just a little bit put out. because clearly he's aware it's your birthday. and you know he's awake this early.

but when you stop back at home in between classes, guess who's outside leaning against his truck wearing sunglasses and offering you an easy grin?

(of course he drove hours to see you)

and when he asks if you're wearing your gift as you let him inside, you make a show of bending over in the entryway to untie your shoes, offering him a gratuitous view of what's beneath your skirt. (you nearly let him fuck you right there beside the coat rack, until you remember you have roommates.)

(and while you initially grouse about the fact that he booked a fancy airbnb when you could just sneak him into your room and call it a day, the argument dies on your lips when he lets his teeth graze over the shell of your ear and tells you that you'll need somewhere more private tonight—because he wants to h e a r you.)

[whatthefishh]

So I’m thinking about what we were talking about with Laci Santi and Will doing spa days and Laci treating her boys right and taking care of them before they all relax and I’m just imagine laci buying this

Bc like you said she told santi she wasn’t going anywhere with him in sandles “baby I love your but you’re embarrassing me”

But then she starts using it on Will and one day their at the beach and Benny notices their feet like ??????? Wtf is going on

But the LAST thing he’s expecting is Will, Santi and Laci all having a spa day together so he’s starting to think pedicures are making their way to straight men 😂

pls enjoy this badly edited version of Will, Santi and Laci in the backyard with lemonades and cucumber eyes post-pedicures :P

[romanarose]

Santi buys Laci the best noise canceling headphones so he can take her to see fireworks because she thinks fireworks are pretty but can get very sensative with loud noises and gets overstimulated

Part way through tho Lavi notices Santi is visibly uncomfortable. He’s eyes are distant and glassy. The firework bursts make him stiffen or jolt in unexpected ways she realizes after so much time away from guns and war and fighting he’s scared of the loud noises now

She takes of her noise canceling headphones and gives them to Santi. He needs them more.

After that, every year they both take them and enjoy a quite show and fuck on the grass underneath the fireworks