#Santiago pope García

[dailydragon08]

The triple frontier boys at a cat cafe

Frankie would be so excited to go and just yell “YES” before you could even finish asking if he wanted to go with you. He’d make it his mission to make friends with and pet every cat, but still be so gentle and let them come to him, gently murmuring encouragement and endearments in Spanish. Would 10/10 come back with you next week. And the week after that. And the week after that. And the week after—

Santi isn’t so sure about the idea. He’ll do it because it makes you happy, but figures it’ll be one of those dates where he just sits back and enjoys your reactions vs actively participating. But when he gets there, the cats all love his relaxed demeanor. They all want a turn on his lap to purr and gently head butt him, and when he finds out they’re all adoptable he’s all 🥺. A week later, he surprises you by opening up cat adoption discussions and since he can’t pick one, you end up bringing three siblings home.

Benny is horrified at first and you have to explain to him that no, you don’t EAT the cats, it’s not that kind of cafe. He’s always considered himself more of a dog person, but he’ll try anything once. He’s a bit unsure what to do at first, but once he finds the playful cats, he’s having a blast and thinks they’re hilarious. Two of the cats get in a play fight and he’s sitting close by coaching them like it’s a fight in the ring and hoisting the winner onto his shoulder, holding their little paw up in the air. He’s decided this particular cat is his new best friend and as you’re leaving, promises to come back next week to coach him towards state finals.

Will does just about anything to make you happy and he does love cats. Plus with the added bonus of spending quality time with you and watching your eyes light up are enough to make a convincing argument hardly necessary. His eyes are all soft with a smile on his face while he watches you pet and play with the cats. He waits and lets the cats come and go to him as they please and can’t help admit how relaxing this is. The one cat in the group that’s terrified of everyone and refuses to come out carefully sniffs Will as he murmurs gentle encouragement. A few minutes later, it’s in his lap making biscuits and purring contentedly while he quietly tells them how good, pretty, and soft they are and they become inseparable for the rest of the afternoon. He definitely buys you a hoodie from the merch rack when you’re not looking to surprise you with when you get home.

[magpiepills]

The Run

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Santi García x f reader

Word count: 1.7k

Summary: quick lil threesome with your hot roomies.

Warnings: PIV, oral (f receiving), fucklicking, creampies, FWBs, men kissing, reader can run,

A word from the author: another repost! I wrote this for my little dumplin @legendary-pink-dot a long time ago. I love you, my little honey bunch.

Fresh and dressed, you went to say goodnight, but Frankie beckoned you to join them. It was a movie you’d been wanting to see, and Santi was already rewinding to the beginning. It didn’t take much for them to convince you, so you squeezed between them in the middle seat, the only seat left. You watched in silence for a few minutes, and were already engrossed. It was no wonder you missed the look that passed between the two men.

You barely noticed as they shifted slightly, after all, you were in the middle and they were both big, broad men. You were good friends, and generous with physical affection. Frankie moved first, sinking lower in the cushion and spreading his knees wide. He pulled your leg over his and rubbed your knee. He’s done it plenty of times before. Santiago adjusted his position, turning his body towards yours and draping one arm behind you along the back of the couch, leaning close to point out a small detail about the scene that was on. His voice was low and his lips brushed your ear when he spoke, you felt his eyes on you, searching your face for a sign that you might be on to him. You were comfortably oblivious, wrapped up in the plot and the sensation of Frankie’s big hands smoothing their way just a tiny bit further up your thigh than was strictly necessary.

During a lull in dialogue, Santi leaned in again, this time placing a heavy hand on the thigh closest to him, giving it a squeeze that made you suddenly, acutely aware of your position, how snugly situated you were between Frankie and Santi, how neither of them were watching the movie, how their hands worked in tandem, easing you into a state of relaxed arousal before you even realized it.

Santiago’s words in your ear became his lips on your neck, and Frankie’s hand on your hip, rubbing tender circles into the newly exposed skin there while he eased your leg further into his lap and against his now turgid member. In a matter of moments the movie was forgotten and there were six hands rubbing, groping, squeezing and tugging at fabric until all three of you were naked and you were spread across Santi’s lap, knees hooked over his, while Frankie was on his knees between your legs doing what Frankie does best.

“Tell me how she tastes, Fish,” Pope sounded a bit jealous. Frankie was generous, though and after a few moments, Frankie leaned up to give Santi a taste, pressing his plump lumps to his best friend’s waiting mouth. Santi’s cock grew even harder behind you and he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Please, querida, can I fuck you now?”

“Yes, Santi, please. Need you.”

You were already so close to your climax under Frankie’s expert tongue. He had looped a circuit from your entrance to your clit, through your folds and back again, using the kind of practiced precision that could have had you trembling in minutes flat if he had wanted it.

Frankie licked a broad stripe up your slit before stopping to help guide Santiago’s thick head into your needy pussy, rubbing your clit with his thumb and showering you and his friend with praise as he watched from just inches away.

“Taking his cock so good, sweetheart. That’s it. You’re so wet, look at you dripping for us. Your pussy was made for us, wasn’t it?”

Santi’s hands were on your hips, holding you carefully so he could work his thick length into you slowly. You had one hand tangled in Santiago’s thick curls, and one on his muscular thigh, digging your nails in just enough to leave faint crescent moons, a souvenir for tomorrow.

“Fuck, you look so good.” Frankie resumed his lascivious pattern, with the added effect of the vibration he made as he moaned into your pussy and a wet tongue over the base of his best friend's cock right where he entered you.

Santi squeezed his eyes shut, dropping his head back against the cushions, overwhelmed with the tight squeeze of your cunt and the velvet of Frankie’s tongue. He breathed deeply, trying to relax and not come too soon, a fucking monumental task.

He palmed your tits, with one hand now, and set a steady rhythm with his thrusts, determined to feel you come first.

You were in a state of bliss, all of your nerve endings firing at once, unable to form coherent sentences or even thoughts. You heard yourself moaning their names, but it was more of a reflex than a choice as you barreled toward your climax. Both men noticed how close you were and while Santi drove as deep into you as he could, he rasped encouragement and flattery into your neck.

“That's it, feel your pussy squeezing me so tight, so good for us, come on my cock. Let me feel it, please. I gotta feel you coming for me.” He called to Frankie, “Francisco, she’s close. Finish her. Make her come, Frankie.” He sounded wrecked. He pleaded for your release as if it was his own.

Frankie was achingly hard, having denied his own pleasure to give you and Pope yours. He doubled his efforts, now, sucking your clit between his lips and swirling his tongue around the swollen bud, humming against it, sending the vibration straight through you.

It was a tidal wave. Your orgasm spread out from your core and reverberated through your whole body. Santi wasn’t far behind, spilling into you, with a shout. Frankie watched, mesmerized and wracked with lust. He gave you and Santi a moment to float back down from your orgasms, then joined you on the couch, kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips and mustache. It was so erotic to have them both like this, feeling them, hearing them, seeing them, even smelling them right now was enough to give you a second wind.

You realized suddenly how painfully hard Frankie must be, and you reached to gently stroke his gigantic cock. He really did have a beautiful cock.

“Frankie, let me take care of you.”

You were tender with him, he loved when you took control, letting him shut off the part of his brain that made decisions. While you moved to straddle Frankie, Santi went after towels and water. He returned a few moments later, unable to keep his hands off of either of you. He kneeled next to his friend and murmured to you in Spanish that only Frankie understood, earning him hungry looks.

He kissed your neck, stroked your back, and gently urged you to take Frankie’s cock. “Look how he needs to feel you. Let him feel how tight you are. You can take him. Let him make you feel good.” His voice was a potion. You leaned into Frankie’s wet kiss, feeling and tasting yourself on the soft bristle of his mustache while his wide hands were busy lifting and squeezing your breasts, wordlessly expressing his desperate need for relief.

You lifted your hips enough for Santi to reach between your legs. He squeezed your thigh, kissing your shoulder with reverence and affection before grasping Frankie’s generous cock, giving it two delicate strokes before lining him up at your entrance. It was a group effort to work your cum soaked channel slowly down until he was fully seated inside you. You’d never felt filled so completely.

Santiago was well endowed, but Frankie exceeded him in length and girth just enough to make you feel full in ways you’d never felt before. It was glorious. Frankie’s lips fell open in a silent cry, doing all he could to resist fucking up into you, chasing his release, seeing you above him, feeling you all around him, looking into his best friend’s eyes as he spoke to him sweetly in their shared language, he wanted to move

“Cariño, please. Please, you've got to move. Please.” You didn’t expect him to be begging so soon. You set a slow pace, bouncing just a little on his cock, as if in slow motion. Frankie exhaled hard through his nose and you moved a little faster, slid further up his shaft with every lift. He furrowed his brow in concentration, and you moved faster, moaned louder, called his name

“Frankie! Oh, fuck, Frankie. So big, baby.”

You rolled your hips hard against the coarse hair above his cock, building yourself back up again just so Frankie could tip you over the edge once more. You pushed each other toward your orgasms, focusing on each other’s pleasure. You needed him to come inside you, and nothing made Frankie come like seeing you flushed and panting on his cock. He was close, he pulled you against his chest, holding you tight in his strong arms, groaning into your tits, finding your stiff nipple to suck and roll between his lips, letting one hand slide down your ass to press you down harder. That’s all it took. The wave crashed against you once more, making your hips jerk, setting off a chain reaction that sent Frankie over the edge of his own orgasm.

“Fuck. Ohh fuck…”

He thrust up as far as he could and filled you with his thick white release, commingling it with Santi’s spend, a feeling you never expected to feel, let alone treasure like this.

In the quiet moments following the threesome that you had not expected on a Tuesday night, the three of you settled back into companionable chatter, passing water bottles and snuggling happily on the couch like you hadn’t just acted out a pornographic scene. Showers were taken (and re-taken) and goodnight hugs and kisses given. Santi, Frankie, and you all retired to your own rooms, but before sleep could envelop you, you heard your door creak and felt your mattress dip behind you.

“Scoot over, cariño. I want to sleep with you tonight.”

You gave him one last sleepy kiss. “Goodnight, Frankie.”

[shakespeareanwannabe]

Thank you @mattmurdocksscars!

Rules: Make a poll with five (or so 😚) of your all-time favorite characters and then tag five (or so) people to do the same. See which character is everyone’s favorite.

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[440mxs-wife]

One Friday Night....

Pairing: Santiago García x F!Reader. Other Characters: Frankie “Catfish” Morales, Will Miller, Benny Miller, Sophia (OFC), Todd, Brandon, Dylan (OMCs)

Word Count: 4950

Warnings: Angst due to an ex, minor bar fight, Protective!Santi, FLUFFFFFY ending

Summary: You love going out with your best friend, Sophia, who’s been there for you through so many ups and downs. Whenever you go out, she tries to set you up with someone, but the guys she finds are usually more interested in Sophia than in you. Then you meet the one man who does the unexpected. Will you let him steal your heart, or are the walls around it too much for even Santiago to handle?

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"No."

"Oh, come on, I know this great place we can go Friday night. Has an outdoor seating area, and the music's not too loud, so we can actually carry on a conversation without having to shout," your best friend, Sophia, pleaded. "Might even be some hot guys there, you never know," she smirked.

"Soph, it's only Tuesday. I don't even know what I'm wearing to work tomorrow, let alone what I want to do Friday night," you replied.

"Promise me you'll think about it? Please?" she whined. You were ever so grateful that you couldn't see the puppy dog eyes she had to be doing. Because if you had seen them, you'd have caved for sure right then.

Instead, you rolled your eyes, which Sophia couldn't see either but knew you did. "Fine, I promise I'll think about it. Deal-io?" you asked, though you probably knew you'd give in.

"Deal-io, chickie babe," Sophia giggled as she ended the call.

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Sitting in a bar on a Friday night should be the perfect way for you to wind down from a stressful week. Have a couple of drinks and listen to some music while you laugh and catch up with your friends. Then you watch as, one by one, they slip away from the table to go off with some guy who gathered up enough courage to ask one of them to dance.

It was the same thing that always happened when you went out with your friends. Group of women, with hair, makeup, and clothes perfectly put together, all dressed up for a fun night out. So why was it always you left behind to hold down the table, make sure no one's purse or jacket got stolen?

Your best friend till the end, Sophia, would try her best to help steer guys your way. She'd leave the table and come back with two guys following her. One would accompany her out to the dance floor, while his friend would take a seat next to you and start talking. You started with the easy questions, like work, family, hobbies and favorite sports teams. It generally worked for a while, and gave you an opportunity to see if there was any spark between you.

Unfortunately, more often than not, the conversation would eventually sort of die out. After several awkward and usually silent minutes, he would start asking you questions about Sophia. How long you'd been friends, is she seeing anyone, then the evening would end with him asking for her phone number instead of yours. After a while, you learned to expect it, and you developed a tough exterior as your way of dealing with it.

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After your call with Sophia, you flopped back on your bed and stared at the ceiling, giving more thought than usual about Sophia's invitation. It had been some time since the two of you had been out together. She indicated that this was somewhere new for you both, so maybe history wouldn't repeat itself. Much.

It wasn't long until your eyelids started drooping heavily, the need for sleep threatening to overtake you. Before you completely crashed, you got up and went through your nighttime routine. You made sure the doors were locked, then slipped under the covers. Most nights, you read a little in bed to help you relax, but tonight it wasn't necessary. Within a few minutes of your head hitting the pillow, you were already asleep.

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Santiago "Pope" García walked into his favorite bar and scanned the crowd for his friends. It was finally Friday night, and he was looking forward to hanging out with the guys over a few drinks. Frankie "Catfish" Morales caught sight of him and waved him over to their table, indicating there was a drink already waiting for him.

When he got to the table, Frankie, Will, and Benny--his brothers in arms, really--each stood up to greet him, either with a hug or a handshake. The four of them had literally been through hell and back with each other through their time in Delta Force. Now, they were all trying to put the past behind them and move forward with their lives, whatever that meant for each man.

As Santi drained the last drop of his beer and lowered the bottle from his lips, his eyes were drawn to the door of the bar. Being somewhat of a regular customer there, he didn't recall ever before seeing the two gorgeous women who just walked in. They looked a little apprehensive as they reviewed their surroundings, hoping to find an empty table.

One woman was of medium height and had long, wavy blond hair with vibrant, sapphire eyes. She had on a black leather skirt that stopped mid-thigh and knee-high black boots. Under her black leather jacket, she was wearing an ivory tank top. She flashed a brilliant smile at her friend, then grabbed her elbow to steer her to the open table near the window.

Benny followed Santi's line of sight over to where a server was taking the drink order for you and Sophia. "Whoa, I see a couple of fine-looking women over there, eh, Pope?" he grinned as he elbowed Santi. "Should we go over and introduce ourselves?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows.

Santi rolled his eyes. "They just walked in, haven't even gotten their drinks yet," he replied. "Relax, let 'em get settled before you go over to harass them," he muttered as he signaled for another beer.

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You finished giving your order for drinks, then chatted with Sophia about what you thought of the new place to hang out. Your outfit included a stonewashed denim skirt that stopped just above your knee, with brown ankle boots. Under a matching denim jacket, you were wearing a purple tank top with gold stars painted on it.

Santi's gaze drifted over to where you and your friend were chatting while you waited for your drinks. With the way you were waving your hands around and the expressions on your face, Santi found himself staring. Even though he couldn't hear the story you were telling, he could feel the passion behind it in your movements.

Your smile lit up your entire face, and Santi thought he'd never seen anyone more beautiful in his life. When he heard your laugh, it was like the melody for his favorite song, one he'd gladly hear as the only sound for the rest of his life.

It wasn't long before your friend left the table to get the next round of drinks, only to come back with two guys following her. She had shed the denim jacket, draping it over her chair, then introduced the men as Todd and Brandon. After taking a couple of sips of her drink, she and Todd headed for the dance floor, leaving Brandon at the table with you.

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You glanced at Brandon and gave each other an awkward smile. While you were more content with sitting at the table talking and getting to know each other, Brandon had other ideas. He motioned behind him to the dance floor, asking you to dance but you sadly shook your head. Brandon gave you a tight-lipped smile, shook your hand and left the table.

So much for history not repeating itself, you thought bitterly as you discreetly wiped away a stray tear. Just because you didn't want to dance, Brandon left you sitting by yourself at the table. But before he completely departed, he asked for Sophia's phone number, in case it didn't work out between her and Todd. You did give him a phone number, but it belonged instead to the nursing home down the street and not to Sophia.

You absently stirred your drink and sipped at it through the cocktail straw, wondering how much longer you should stay. If Sophia was going to be dancing all night, there was no sense in taking up the whole table by yourself. So, you decided to move and sit at the bar for the rest of the night.

After placing your phone in your purse, you pulled out your compact to check your makeup. In the reflection, you were startled to see that behind you, a man was staring in your direction. He was definitely gorgeous, with his warm, coffee-colored eyes and a bit of mischief behind them. His raven hair was slightly long, but curly and with a touch of silver that somehow suited him.

Your eyes met his in the mirror, which brought out his devastating and lethal smile that made your mouth run dry. He raised his glass in what you thought was a salute to you, but at that moment, Sophia and Todd returned to the table. Must've been directed at Sophia, you concluded as your smile fell. You explained to Sophia and Todd about what happened to Brandon, then picked up your jackets and headed for a seat at the bar.

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Santi had been observing your interaction with Brandon while the other couple went out on the dance floor. He was surprised to see the man leaving so shortly after his arrival, then noted the dejected expression on your face. He couldn't be sure, but Santi also thought he saw you discreetly dabbing at your eyes, at which he frowned.

Asshat, Santi thought, shaking his head. Poor bastard doesn't know what he's leaving behind, Santi mused. He was going to get up and walk over to you when he saw Brandon turn back around and ask you something. Maybe he's reconsidering his decision to leave, Santi thought, and sat back down. Then he watched you furiously scribble on a napkin and hand it to Brandon, whose eyes lit up, and he left for good.

Santi paid little mind to the conversations going on behind him with his friends, instead focusing his attention on you. He glanced your way in between drinks of his beer, noticing that your drink was almost gone. Your gaze landed on the bar and the open seat at the end, so you started to gather your belongings.

Before leaving the table, you pulled out your compact, and Santi could see his reflection in its mirror. You gave him a small smile, so he gave you his best smile in return. He raised his glass in salute at the moment your friends returned. For some reason, the smile of yours he saw in the mirror dropped and you snapped the compact closed.

A jostle at his right elbow threatened to spill his beer and he turned back towards his friends, ripping his attention away from you. "Earth to Pope, Earth to Pope. Man, what's with you tonight? You haven't heard a word we've said," Frankie grumbled.

Benny snorted. "I know what's up with him, it's that chick in the denim skirt. You know, the one that came in with the one all in leather? Hasn't been able to take his eyes off of her all night," he smirked.

Santi took a long pull on his beer and set the empty bottle on the table. "Something about her, though. Her friend went off to dance with one guy, leaving his friend at the table. They talk for about five minutes before he's booking it away from the table. Oh, but not before he asks for her friend's number," he spat out. "That’s a dick move, if you ask me," he muttered.

The others agreed with Pope's assessment of Brandon, both for not sticking around to get to know you, and for asking for Sophia's number. Santi returned his focus to chatting with his friends, which included an invite to Frankie's daughter's birthday party. When he hazarded a glance over to your table, you were gone, and it sent him into a mild panic.

"Relax, Pope, she didn't leave, she's sitting at the end of the bar. Maybe you should get the next round for us," Benny murmured.

"Yeah, next round's on me, boys," Santi announced as he gathered up the empties. The bar was crowded, and the only open spot to stand and order drinks was near you. Perfect, grinned Santi.

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When you checked your phone, you noticed that you had been at the bar for more than an hour, but you were seriously considering leaving. Sophia seemed to have made a good connection with Todd, so too-bad-so-sad-for-Brandon, you smiled to yourself. You decided to give it another fifteen minutes before sending Sophia a text and heading home.

You were about to signal for a refill on your drink when you realized you were face-to-face with those chocolate-colored eyes you were admiring earlier. They looked even warmer up close, and you almost had to sit on your hand to keep from running your fingers through his curls. You cleared your throat to regain control of your thoughts and returned your focus to your phone.

"Hello there," the man greeted you.

"Hello," you responded coolly.

"Haven't seen you in here before, are you new in town?" the man persisted.

"No, this is a new place for my friend and me," you replied.

The man stuck out his hand for you to shake. "My name's Santiago García, but you, hermosa, can call me Santi," he grinned.

"Nice to meet you, Santiago," you answered as you shook his hand, then signaled the bartender for another drink.

"Aren't you going to tell me your name?" he purred.

"Listen, Santiago--is it?" you started and he nodded. "I'm not sure why you really came over here, but I assure you it wasn't for me," you shook your head.

"Well, since you brought it up, why do you think I came over here?" Santi countered.

"Hmm. Lost a bet with your friends?" you suggested.

"Nope. Try again," he grinned.

"You're participating in a scavenger hunt, and you have to find the most ditchable prom date in the place?" you replied.

"'Most ditch'-what? Anyway, nope. Strike two," he remarked, leaning towards you and catching a whiff of your lilac-scented perfume. It took all of his self-control not to inhale deeply and fill his senses with your alluring fragrance.

You started to get a little nervous that Santi was so easily wearing down your defenses, so you fell back on the only weapon you had left. "Look, I'll just save you the trouble of calling strike three, so there you go. Here's my friend's number, I’m out. Good night." You slipped your phone into the pocket of your jacket and hopped down from your bar stool. Then you turned and pressed a piece of paper into Santi's hand with Sophia's name and phone number on it.

Santi quickly stuffed the piece of paper into his pocket and started to run after you. However, you had a bit of a head start on him and wove your way through the crowd to the door. As you reached for the door handle, it was pulled away from you. In walked the last person you ever wanted to see--your ex, Dylan, walk in with his new girlfriend.

Dylan's eyes narrowed as he took in your appearance and tightened his hold on his girlfriend. "Well, well, fancy seeing you here," he drawled.

"Yeah, well I wish I could say it was a pleasure to see you, Dylan, but it's really not," you shot back as you tried to push past him.

"See, this is why you're leaving the bar alone. And you'll always be alone, on account of no one's interested in you, at least not while Sophia's around. In fact, she's the only reason anyone pays any attention to you, because they'd rather be with her than with you," Dylan sneered.

You could feel the tears threatening behind your eyelids, but you were damned if you were going to let him see that his words had hurt you. With your elbow, you were able to wrench yourself past Dylan and his latest fling, and out into the cool night air.

Keys in your hand, you wandered until you found your car. You slid into the driver's seat, placed both hands on the steering wheel and tried your best to get yourself under control. You realized that Sophia would wonder where you went, so you pulled out your phone. Before heading home, you sent Sophia a quick text to apologize for your abrupt exit and promised to call her in the morning.

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Santi had almost caught up to you when he noticed you were talking to another man and his girlfriend. By the looks of it, you knew him but it didn't appear to be a pleasant meeting between you. He got close enough to hear what the man was saying about you ending up alone, since everyone was only interested in your friend. Santi knew that wasn't true, because he wanted to get to know you and had no idea who Sophia was.

After he saw you push your way out of the bar, Santi realized he had two choices. He could ignore the jerk and his girlfriend, then run after you to make sure you were okay. Or, an alternative solution would be to teach the guy a lesson about how to treat women. A look over to his friends at the table showed them getting up and walking over to where the confrontation was about to occur.

"Excuse me. You don't know me, but I heard what you said to that lady, and I believe you owe her an apology," Santi started.

Dylan snorted. "You're right, you don't know me. Or her for that matter, so what's it to you?" he snarked.

"I may not know either one of you, but I was up at the bar earlier, talking to her. And you're wrong. Even after the little time I spent with her, I can tell she's someone worth knowing. Also, where I come from, we don't speak to women the way you just did. She deserves better, meaning somebody better than you," Santi continued.

"Look, man, it's not any of your business how I talk to my EX-girlfriend. And you're welcome to her. Nothing but a miserable excuse for a woman who's really not much to look at. In fact, her best attribute is her hot-ass friend," Dylan retorted.

Santi's eyes nearly bugged out of his head, as did those of Frankie, Will and Benny who had walked up behind him. "Miss, I would be careful around this guy if I were you. If he talks about his ex like this, I would wonder how he talks about you and your friends behind your back?" he asked Dylan's girlfriend.

"You son of a--" Dylan growled and pushed his girlfriend behind him, while taking a step towards Santi. Dylan took a swing at Santi and missed, which threw him off balance. Santi took the opportunity to land a punch to Dylan's gut, causing him to double over.

"Have a care how you speak to a lady in the future. Next time my friends and I won't be so understanding," Santi remarked. He nodded at Dylan's girlfriend, who he hoped was texting someone to pick her up. Santi caught the bartender's eye and gave her a two-fingered salute, then he and the boys filed out of the bar.

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You walked into your house and slipped off your boots, stacking them neatly by the door. Well, tonight couldn't have ended any worse, you grimaced. Seeing Dylan with his current girlfriend was not on your "Top 10 Things to Do on a Friday night" list, if there was ever a good time.

The one bright spot was meeting Santiago and having a rather pleasant conversation. Of course, as with most times you're out with Sophia, the conversation starts out nicely. Then you run out of things to talk about and it's awkward silence, until he asks you about your friendship with Sophia. Your defenses automatically go up, knowing how the discussion will end.

But it didn't seem that way with Santiago, or Santi, as he said you could call him. For some reason, he didn't back down. You threw your best one-liners at him, and still he seemed interested. So, why did you give in and slip him Sophia's number without him asking for it? Maybe to prevent the inevitable. Or, perhaps it scared you to think that someone might actually want to get to know YOU first instead of Sophia.

You checked your phone one last time to make sure there wasn't some emergency text from Sophia, then you put it back on your nightstand. Evening must be going well for her, you thought with a smile. Good. I'll call her in the morning, you promised yourself. As you closed your eyes, visions of a suave, brown-eyed, curly-haired man danced through your head and occupied your thoughts.

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Santi pulled his truck into his driveway, turned off the ignition, but didn't get out right away. His thoughts were of you, not only of the lost opportunity to get better acquainted with you, but also because of your ex. He hoped you got home okay and wished he could call you to find out, but he only had Sophia's phone number.

He grinned when he thought of the brief conversation you did have. You were spirited, that was for certain. And Dylan was wrong when he said you weren't much to look at, because Santi could see how dazzling you were. He was certain that your inner beauty could only equal or be surpassed by your outer beauty. If only he got another chance to find out.

Santi finally exited his truck and walked up the pathway to his house. Once inside, he toed off his shoes and hung his hat on the hook by the door. He headed down the hallway to his bedroom, where he slipped out of his pants and socks, leaving him in his T-shirt and boxers. Before throwing his clothes in the hamper, he dug into his pants pocket for the little slip of paper you gave him. "I'm not giving up on you, querida. I hope to see you soon," he promised before slipping under the covers.

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Sophia woke to the sound of her ringing phone on her nightstand. After the text you sent her last night, she had a feeling you'd be calling. However, she didn't recognize the number, which made her think that maybe it was Todd instead. Although they'd had a good time together, Sophia asked him to bring her back to her house. He understood, and she agreed to another date with him.

Maybe he couldn't wait, she thought, internally screaming. "Hello, Todd," Sophia answered calmly but with a smile on her face.

"Um, sorry, but this isn't Todd," the man admitted. "My name is Santiago García and--" but he was interrupted.

"How did you get this number?" Sophia demanded.

"Y-your friend, the one you came to the bar with? I wanted her number, but didn't realize it was your number instead. She wouldn't even give me her name. Please, I need to find her. I need to know if she's okay after what happened," Santi pleaded.

Sophia paused. "I'm sure she's fine, but what did happen?"

Santi proceeded to tell her about your encounter with Dylan and his girlfriend, and how disrespectful Dylan was towards you. He explained that the few minutes you shared with him only left him wanting to know more about you. "She left the bar alone, very upset, and I wish I knew if she was all right," he added.

"What did Dylan say? About my friend, what did he say about her?" Sophia asked quietly.

"Nothing I really want to repeat, but I know she definitely deserves better than him. I don't know if that's me or not. Still, I'd really like the chance to find out," Santi answered.

Sophia considered Santi's words as she tried to decide whether or not to provide your number to him. While she continued to think, a text message came in from you, asking about brunch tomorrow at the usual place. A grin slowly crept across her face as an idea formed in her mind. "Hey, Santiago? Do you have plans around brunch-time tomorrow?" she asked.

Santi thought for a moment, wondering what she was thinking. "No plans as of yet, why?" he wondered.

"I just got a text message from her, asking to meet me for brunch tomorrow. We have this place we usually go to, where we're kind of 'regulars'. Here's what I was thinking," Sophia described her plan, which was to have Santiago meet you instead of her.

"Sounds like it might work, but what if it doesn't? What if she sees me and decides to bolt again?" Santi worried.

"Trust me, I know exactly what to do," Sophia promised. "Here's what I need you to do, though," at which time she went through the plan step by step with Santi.

"Tomorrow, 11:00 a.m., The Red Teakettle on Madison Street. Got it," Santi affirmed.

"Santiago? I hope you're in this for the right reasons, that you truly care about her. I don't want to see her get hurt again. It took a long time for her to get over Dylan and the crap he put her through," Sophia muttered.

"I swear, the last thing I ever want to do is hurt mi princesa. One chance, that's all I ask," he pleaded.

Sophia's lips twisted into a wry grin, even though Santiago couldn't see. "All right then. See you tomorrow. And by the way," she ended the call after giving him your name.

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Sunday morning had you out of bed early to get ready for brunch with Sophia at The Red Teakettle. After your shower, you searched through your closet until you found your favorite sundress. It was pale blue with cut-outs at the shoulders and a hem that stopped just past your knee. There were various flowers and twisting vines embroidered around the scoop neckline. You kept your jewelry simple, and slipped on your white tennis shoes before heading out the door.

Sophia was already waiting at your usual table when you arrived. She stood up when you got to the table and pulled you into a quick but fond embrace. You noticed that a cappuccino had been ordered for you with a flower design in the foam.

"I want to apologize, Soph, for leaving you at the bar Friday night. I was your ride home, and I should've waited for you. I am sorry for doing that, and I promise it won't happen again," you stated firmly.

"Hey, I heard about what happened, and I don't blame you for wanting to get away from Dylan. Besides, I had a great time with Todd. He's really nice, and he didn't get all 'weird' when I asked him to drop me off at home, by myself, I might add," Sophia giggled. "How did it go with Brandon?"

You grimaced. "Not well. I thought we'd sit and talk for a little bit, but he wanted to dance. When I politely declined, he left the table. Then he comes back and I thought he changed his mind. Instead, he asked me for your phone number," you muttered.

Sophia reached over and covered your hand with hers. "I'm so sorry that happened, honey. You didn't deserve that," she murmured.

"Please don't worry about it. At least your night worked out for you. I'm glad you found someone, and I hope it works out for you two. Or you at least have fun for a while," you laughed.

Sophia joined in on the laughter. "I hope so too. Your night wasn't a total loss, though, was it?" she wondered, or more like hinted.

"Wellll, there was this one guy, Santiago, who came over to talk to me. He was nice, but I'm sure I ruined it. I thought he was trying to go through me to get to you, like Brandon. So, I was my usual charming self and didn't give him much of a chance. Wish I would've, though," you added softly.

At that moment, Sophia's phone rang, and judging by the look on her face, the caller ID showed it was Todd. "Do you mind if I get this? It's Todd," she confirmed.

"Go, take your phone call," you laughed and waved her on. "I'll wait until you get back to the table before ordering," you promised. She gave your arm a squeeze as she walked by you on her way out the door.

Several minutes passed while you looked over the menu. Suddenly, you noticed a shadow, indicating someone was standing next to your table. "Excuse me, hermosa, but is this seat taken?" a deep voice asked.

You looked up to see a pair of familiar brown eyes and a handsome face framed by messy black curls. "Santiago," you whispered, then gestured for him to join you. He took your outstretched hand in his and pressed a kiss to the back of it. "How--how did you find me?" you wondered.

"Please don't be angry, but I called Sophia yesterday morning, looking for you. I told her what happened with Dylan, and how I 'took care of the situation'," he remarked.

"What 'situation'? What did you do?" you inquired.

Santi's hand rubbed the back of his neck to calm his nerves. "He was being very disrespectful to you, and when I called him on it, he took a swing at me. I swung back," he added with a shrug.

"Wow," you breathed. "I think that's the first time anyone's ever defended my honor. Thank you, Santi," you murmured.

"Querida, you deserve that and so much more. If you can give me another chance, I would like to start over, really get to know you," Santi requested.

"I would like that very much. I'm so sorry for how I gave you the brush-off Friday night. That wasn't fair of me, and I hope you can see your way to allowing me another chance," you pleaded.

Santiago grinned. "Let's start over. Hola, me llamo Santiago García, y me gustaría acompañarte a desayunar," he remarked.

You smiled and gave him your name. "Y me encantaría que me acompañes a desayunar," you responded.

Santi's smile grew even wider when he heard your response in his language. "Oh, mi tesoro, I can't wait to learn all about you," he replied, still holding your hand.

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-hermosa: beautiful -querida: darling -mi princesa: my princess -Hola, me llamo Santiago García, y me gustaría acompañarte a desayunar: Hello, my name is Santiago García, and I would like to join you for breakfast. -Y me encantaría que me acompañes a desayunar: And I would love for you to join me for breakfast. -mi tesoro: my treasure

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[musingsofad4ydreamer]

Triple Frontier Masterlist

Key

Fluff = 🥰 | Angst = 😢 | Smut = 🥵 | Hurt Comfort = 🩹 | Platonic = 🤝 | Familial = 🏠 Headcanons = 📝 | ABC Headcanons = 👩‍🏫 | Oneshot = 📘 | Series = 📚 AU = 🌎 | Songfic = 🎵 Male Reader = 💙 | Gender Neutral Reader = 💜 Story on hold = ✋ | Character on hold = 🔒

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Francisco "Catfish" Morales (Pedro Pascal)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Santiago "Pope" García (Oscar Isaac)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

[yes-ihavealwaysbeengreen]

Hear me out ... you invite the boys for breakfast (except for Tom) and while your cooking and they’re all on the couch or dining room, Santi comes to “help” and completely RAILS you on the kitchen counter and all the guys hear it happen. 😏

Since it’s morning and thirsty Thursday again! 😜 this turned out way longer than I planned...

18+ only for smut and language.

The boys were outside on the deck enjoying the sunshine and catching up. Every weekend one of you would host brunch and the others would come by to catch up. More often it was at your house because honestly besides you and Santi the others couldn’t really cook beyond the basics.

You’d just finished pulling out the last of the peach and blueberry muffins from the oven when the backdoor slid open and Santi stepped inside. “Hey, do you need any help with anything?” He put his beermosa down on the counter and came up behind you taking a whiff of the delicious muffins. “Those smell amazing.”

You turn and gasp not realizing how close he was your ankle turning and losing your balance. “Oh, shit,” he reaches out to steady you and pushes you back into the counter his hands braced on either side keeping you upright. “Be careful there, baby.”

You laugh, “oh sure, you just don’t want anything to ruin your breakfast.” He grins at you and shakes his head on a chuckle.

“No, believe it or not I don’t want anything to happen to you, period. Fuck the breakfast,” your eyes look for any teasing and when you find none you do something you’d dreamed of for you. You kiss him.

He’s frozen like a statue and you go to pull away when he finally realizes what is happening. His hands wrapping around your neck and turning your head, he deepens the kiss. His tongue licking against your bottom lip begging for entrance and you readily agree. He’s touching and kissing you everywhere and you are lost in the sensations he’s bringing out.

He pulls away and you chase after his lips but he chuckles. “Hold on, baby, we need to talk before I go any further.” You pout and he bites your bottom lip pulling it between his teeth, his lips swallowing your moan. “Slow,” kiss, “down,” he presses light kisses on your lips. And at this point your confused if he’s talking to you or himself.

“Why?” You lean back pouting, “I’ve been in love with you for years, you obviously want to kiss me back, so why don’t you just fuck me Santi.” You look away and then your eyes widen as you process what you just said. Slowly closing them in horror. Shit, shit, shit you did NOT mean to tell him that.

“You love me?” His voice is low and soft. You want to crawl into the oven and die of mortification but you can only nod keeping your eyes shut tight. “Baby, look at me,” he begs and you slowly flutter your lashes and look up at him. Breath catching when you see love and happiness smiling back at you. “I love you too,” he whispers kissing you softly.

Tears spring up in your eyes and you let out a shaky breath. This is not how you thought this morning would go, giving love confessions to Santiago over muffins. There is so much you want to say and do and your overwhelmed by everything. The only thing you can think of is how much you want to touch him, hold him, bury him inside you. “Fuck me,” you whisper and his bright eyes turn darker, “I want to feel you inside me, Santi, please,” you beg and he nods locking his lips to your own.

“I’d do anything for you, turn around,” you do as he says and turn, bracing the counter as he shimmies your jeans and panties down your legs. “We don’t have much time, but I promise you I will take my sweet time with you as soon as the boys leave.” You bite down hard on your lip at his breath on your pussy. His mouth is magic as he flicks your clit with his tongue. “Fuck, baby, you are so wet for me.”

Your embarrassed to admit you’ve been soaked since he walked through the door in his sunglasses, and navy button up, the top three buttons undone. He teases your entrance with his tongue and you want to tell him to just fuck you when the sliding glass door opens.

“Hey, how’s it going in here? Do you need any help?” Frankie smiles from the backdoor and you let out a shaky no. His eyes narrow and he moves to step forward, “are you okay?”

“I’m fantastic!” You smile over at him, trying your best not to scream as Santi continues playing with your pussy below the counter. His tongue working you up and down, a thumb coming up to swirl your clit. “Breakfast will be ready,” you gasp quietly, “in just a few minutes. Pope and I will bring it back out!”

“Are you sure?” He looks uncertain and you give him a smile and a nod waving him away. He nods and goes back outside turning to give you one last look over his shoulder before rejoining the guys. You drop your head to the counter and shake as your orgasm rips out of you, coating Santiago’s tongue. He licks every drop until you are reaching down for his curls and pulling him up. Kissing him and enjoying your taste on his tongue.

“I thought we were going to get caught,” you laugh and put your head on his shoulder. He chuckles and kisses your forehead. His hand coming down to the belt on his jeans and the buckle is loud as he pulls them open. His cock springs free, trust him to go commando.

“I’d really like to fuck you now.” He kisses you again and turns you back to face the outdoors, the bar doing it’s best to cover what’s happening below the neck. “I want to hear you scream when I make you cum, baby, I don’t care if they hear. Let them know your mine, and I’ll let them know I’m yours.” You whimper and then moan when he impales himself inside you.

He wastes no time railing you into the counter. One hand coming down to play with your clit as he pounds into you. It’s quick and dirty and oh so fucking perfect as he makes you cum in a matter of minutes. “Santi,” you mumble, “‘m gonna cum.” He somehow seems to move even faster, his hips snapping into you with blinding speed making the little white dots appear before your vision.

“I’m so close, baby, cum with me.” His order does the trick and the band snaps you scream out his name no longer caring about the others outside. He withdraws at the last second and spills his cum all over your ass with a grunt and a shout of your name. You collapse forward on the counter and he presses lazy kisses to the sweat on the back of your neck. “Do you think they heard us?” He teases and you elbow him in the stomach playfully causing him to laugh.

Both of you avoid looking at the backdoor, as you redress between kisses. He takes a paper towel and cleans up his mess promising to replace it later. You grab the tray of muffins and take a deep breath steeling yourself for the jokes you’re about to endure. The boys are silent as you put down the tray next to the other food and take a seat beside Santi. When you look up the other three are all grinning at you.

“So uh, we heard something inside, we’re you just enjoining some morning delights?” Benny teases with a snort.

“What?” You take a muffin off the tray and take a bite, smiling at Santiago, “these are just really damn good muffins.”

[for-a-longlongtime]

When Santi heads out of that storage unit, he first looks back at Frankie and Benny behind him - you know? It’s the blink of an eye, and I love it (laugh at me all you want, I deserve it), but could never find it in gif format.

Then just last week I slid into @miguelo-hara’s DMs because she makes the most stunning, crisp gifs - and now I/we finally have that glance captured. 😍😍😍

You bet I do. 😍😍 These are so good.

Everybody say ‘thank you’ to her! 💜

LOOK AT THESE BOYS.

@goodwithcheese @legendary-pink-dot @rhoorl @basicoccult @rifflovesjoey @secretelephanttattoo @ezrasbirdie everybody

Oscar Isaac and Pedro Pascal as SANTIAGO GARCIA and FRANKIE MORALES in Triple Frontier

— requested by @for-a-longlongtime

[pedrosbisch]

My Sun and Stars

Santiago ‘Pope’ García x F!Reader w nickname

Chapter 2- Fight Night Read: Chapter 1 here

Summary: The night after Santi brings you home, you go to Benny’s match. Will there be more than one fight tonight? More sassy reader being done with Santi’s shit 😂 Rated M for Language

AN: Hello! I’m so happy you’ve all enjoyed the last chapter, and I’m so thankful for the support I’ve received so far!

TW: Some non descriptive violence; Angst

You enter into the arena and you automatically think this stinks. You take one step inside; and the pungent odor of dust mixed with sweat and BO assaults your nostrils.

“C’mon down this way, I saved us seats up front near Benny’s corner.” Says Will, as he leads you and Frankie down the crowded aisles.

You take a seat with your snacks and pass them along to down to Frankie and Will as you wait for Benny to come out. You can’t help but notice that despite his promise, Santiago was nowhere to be seen.

“Pope’s running late again I see.” You say half whispered, thinking about your previous night’s encounter wondering if it has anything to do with you. “Maybe he found another nice piece of ass in the parking lot.”

“Hahaha; I don’t think there’s any type of ass he’d be interested in here tonight, Hail.” Will says subtly pointing to a pot bellied man with a braided beard nearly down to his trousers.

“I don’t know Will, he was in Columbia a long time. Maybe his preferences changed.” Frankie jested, and you all broke into laughter.

“You guys better not be talking shit, unless you guys wanna go in the ring next!” Interjects Pope as he saunters up to your group. He hugs both the guys, and squeezes himself into the space between you and Frankie on the bench. “Hey Hail, how you feeling today?”

“Uh, better…Thanks. I barely remember getting home last night. I have vague memories of pulling up to my apartment and you uh…” You could feel your face going red and more than one set of eyes on you. And he's so close; Why did he have to sit next to you?

“Wait- Pope you…? Hail why didn’t you call me I would’ve came and got you. I was worried about you all night.” Will looked back and forth between you, trying to figure out if his suspicions are true.

“I drove her home and walked her up to her apartment. I should’ve told her to call you but she was passed out on the couch before I left. I didn’t want to wake her, that’s all. You think I’d let our girl here fend for herself while she was drunk?” Santi wraps an arm around your back and subtly rubs at a piece of bare skin with his thumb.

What the fuck is happening? Why do I kind of like this...? You almost relaxed into his touch; He's warm, and he still smells so damn good compared to the rest of the crowd around you. You wish you could bury yourself in his chest again, forgetting where you were and who's around you.

“No Santi that’s- Our girl? Since when do you two get along? ”

Your attention snaps back from your fantasy long enough to realize you were leaning into Santi. You straighten your posture and feign a stretch, wiggling back into a position closer to Will.

"Uh well, as much as I hate to admit it he was a gentleman last night and helped me when he really didn’t have to. So I don’t think I should hold that introduction against him.” You look ahead to the ring avoiding their gaze, hoping that they won’t push any further on the subject.

A minute later Benny comes out, and all the attention is centered back on him. 2 brutal rounds later, Benny places a left hook just under the guy's jaw and knocks him out. Cheers erupt from your small group and popcorn flies as you jump up from your seat.

As the crowds die down and start to filter out; Will and Frankie walk to the men’s locker room with Benny, leaving you and Santi alone.

“Glad you’re feeling better today, although I wouldn’t mind you being as nice as you were last night."

“Hey, I have been nice. Did I not tell Will that we’re good now? You don’t have to push your luck.”

“Ohhh, I get it. You just don’t want me calling you our girl, although you did seem to like when I put my arm around you. Don’t think I didn’t see you, how your cheeks got all flushed. But don’t worry, it was adorable.” He brushes his finger gently along the bottom of your chin and your jaw drops.

“You know, I was having a good time til you opened your mouth Pope. I’d appreciate if you pretended last night never happened.”

“Oh now I’m back to Pope again? And what part exactly would you like me to pretend never happened? The part where you said I should ask you out to dinner, or the part where you told me I smell too good to say no?”

Fuck. You didn’t think he would take it to heart, or bring it up considering you were supposed to be friends now. “You’re such an asshole. I was drunk and vulnerable and now you’re throwing it back in my face? I should’ve just taken my chances and walked home last night.”

“Woah, Princesa when did I say I was making fun of you? No, baby not at all. But you should let me take you out to dinner- I even wore that same cologne you like.”

You freeze. Your brain turns a mile a minute as your jaw hangs slack. “Fuck this, you really think I’d go out with you just because you’re wearing some shitty cologne? I liked the guy who took me home last night and dropped his bravado at the bar stool.”

His face drops and any trace of ego is removed from his voice. “C’mon Hail, I was just-“

“You were just nothing Santiago. I don’t go on dates so a guy can fuck me after buying me dinner. I’m not another one of your fucking conquests, so drop it.”

You walk away from Pope with your heart pounding in your ears. How dare he assume so much of you? He doesn’t even know your real name; Or anything about you for that matter.

You make a b-line for the locker rooms, praying they’ve cleared out by now. You say your goodbyes to the boys and congratulate Benny on his win before beginning your walk home.

A few minutes into your walk, you hear loud pounding against the sidewalk. You turn around to see Santiago running and slowing to a stop a few feet behind you.

“Why are you here?” You clench your jaw and do your damndest not to punch him.

“What, I can’t be a gentleman and walk you home?” He closes the distance between you and stands so close you can feel the heat radiating off of his body.

“I’m a big girl, I can walk home on my own. And if you hadn’t noticed, I left to get away from you.”

“I did notice. Who else would I annoy when you’re gone?”

“Literally anybody else Santiago, what do you want?” You take a step back and instantly shiver. The temperature has dropped drastically now that the sun has set and you wrap your arms around yourself in attempt to keep warm.

“I want to take you on a date.” Santi takes off his jacket and extends it out to you. He really is trying, you'd almost feel bad for acting so cold towards him if you weren't so scared of getting played.

“I already said no.”

“No, you said no to dinner. C’mon Hail, why not? I want to get to know you better.”

“Fine— you know what? I’ll make you a deal. If you can tell me what my name is, my REAL name then you can take me on a date.”

You both stand silently for a minute, the only sounds around you can hear is crickets chirping in the tall grass.

“I don’t know your name, you never told me.”

“You never asked. But that’s exactly my point, Santi. You don’t know me well enough to take me on a date. Get to know me as a person first, if you still feel the same way in a few months- I’ll go on a date with you.”

"Fair enough Princesa, but until then-- I'd like to know your real name." Once again, he holds out his jacket toward you pleading with soft chocolate eyes to take it.

You slip into his jacket and bask in the leftover heat from his body. It smells like him, and you can't help but let a smile crack through.

You tell him your real name.

"Beautiful," he brushes his fingers up against the side of your face, "just like you."

You start walking again and he follows, beginning not only your journey home; But something much more.

[bluebirdsboi]

Triple Frontier Masterlist | Last Updated:

Key

Fluff = 🥰 | Angst = 😢 | Smut = 🥵 | Hurt Comfort = 🩹 Platonic = 🤝 Headcanons = 📝 | ABC Headcanons = 👩‍🏫 | Oneshot = 📘 | Series = 📚 AU = 🌎 | Songfic = 🎵 Male Reader = 💙 | Gender Neutral Reader = 💜 | Female x Female = 💖 Story on hold = ✋| Character on hold = 🔒

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Francisco “Catfish” Morales (Pedro Pascal)

Coming soon...

Santiago “Pope” García (Oscar Isaac)

Coming soon...

[whatthefishh]

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

My last brain cell is screaming in my head

I need more of these two I need to KNOW WHATS GOING ON IN THAT GORGEOUS HEAD OF HIS

This was so well written, chefs kiss babe

Down Time

AN: This idea has been plaguing me for like two weeks okay lol. It's not technically a sequel to Just Friends, but I feel like they could be set in the same universe so I'm linking it. Also, apologies if any of the Spanish is wrong/bad, I really did try doing research outside of google translate but I don’t know if any of it is correct lol 😭

(Un-beta'd)

Friends with benefits. No way that could go wrong, right?

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 2,157 Pairing: Santiago "Pope" Garcia x F!Reader Warnings: cursing, fingering, a little frottage, orgasm delay/edging, Santi being a GD tease, oral sex, p in v, friends with benefits, possibly terrible writing. AO3

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His lips are warm and wet as they slide against yours, his breath fanning against your skin when he sighs. Your fingers clutch at his shirt as he leans into you, his own hand coming up to cup your cheek. His thumb rubs idly against your cheekbone and something in your chest tightens at the softness of it. When he slips his tongue into your mouth, you moan, ignoring the smile pressing against your lips.

This side of your relationship with Santiago is somewhat new—weeks ago, after one too many bad dates and even worse sex, you’d been hanging out at a bar, lamenting and comparing horror stories, when he’d made a joke about how you were probably the only worthwhile woman within a hundred miles. You’d both laughed at first, but at the end of the night, he was taking you apart with his tongue in the backseat of his truck.

And so an agreement was struck: you’d remain friends and hang out like you always did, except now with the addition of sex.

Friends with benefits.

No way that could go wrong, right?

You sit up, his mouth still attached to yours as you push him so his back is against the couch, the movie you’d been watching still playing in the background, forgotten. When you settle in his lap, he groans into your mouth, his fingers digging into your hips as you grind against him. 

You want to feel him; you want to feel him everywhere.

“Santiago,” you breathe, gasping when he tilts his hips to bump against yours.

He grunts in response, slipping his hands beneath your shirt as you kiss your way down his neck. The light drag of his calloused fingers against your skin makes you shiver and when they skate over your breasts, you can help but moan. He mutters something unintelligible in Spanish, mouthing against your cheek as you press your chest into his hands.

When he removes them, you pout, nipping at his skin. He sucks in a breath as you latch onto his neck, sucking a bruise onto his tan skin. As you lean back to admire your work, he raises a brow at you and pulls your shirt over your head. You smile at him, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra, freeing your breasts. He groans at the sight, his mouth a little slack as he reaches out a hand to cup one.

“Ay hermosa,” he breathes, gently thumbing at your nipple.

You moan, leaning into his touch. “Santi, please.”

His eyes are dark and full of promise as he slides his hand slowly down your torso, the other still grasping your hip. When he slips his fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts, your breath hitches, heart thudding in anticipation. Your moan is choked when he dips inside your entrance, crooking his fingers a little in search of that spot that drives you insane. You’re so wet and warm and soft and he has to bite back his own moan at the feel of you.

He stokes the fire building inside you slowly, thumb circling your clit as you writhe in his lap. You whisper pleas against his lips as you near the edge, your breaths coming in pants as you chase both his kiss and his touch. You’re so close, can feel the tension building, about to snap—

And he stops.

You whine as he pulls his hand away, your whispered pleas suddenly more desperate. He gently shushes you as he removes his hand, the other coming up to cup your cheek. 

“Lay down for me, baby,” he says, his voice soft but stern.

You nod, swallowing thickly as you carefully climb off his lap, your thighs wobbly as you move back onto the couch. His strong hands on your hips steady you as you find your balance, thumbs brushing the bare skin of your waist. Once he knows you’re stable, he releases you, watching as you lay yourself down onto the cushions. 

When you’re comfortable, he slowly drags your shorts down over your hips, baring all of you to his ravenous gaze. He wets his lips as he takes you in, his eyes heavy lidded as he drags them over every inch of you so slowly you can almost feel them like a caress on your skin.  

“Look at you,” he breathes, almost reverently, lifting a hand to brush his knuckles down your inner thigh. “All spread out like this, just for me. ”

You bite your lip to stifle a groan at the feel of his fingers so close to where you need them, wiggling a little on the couch in impatience.

“Uh uh,” he says, reaching out to gently pull your lip from between your teeth. “I wanna hear you.”

Your breath hitches as he holds your gaze, only looking away when you nod in agreement. 

When he gets on the floor in front of your spread thighs (his shitty knees be damned, apparently), you sigh, running your fingers through his black-gray curls. The way he leans into your touch is almost sweet, and your stomach flips when he presses a kiss to your wrist. As you look at him, you’re struck, not for the first time, by just how beautiful he is; his full lips, long lashes, defined nose. A work of art.

You swallow thickly, pushing down the emotions rising up like bile in your throat. It’s just sex, you remind yourself. Great sex. Sex with one of your best friends. Ugh. Don’t get emotional. 

At that moment, he leans forward, slowly licking a warm, wet stripe up your slit. You gasp, twisting your fingers in his curls as he nudges your clit with his nose. He groans, the vibrations sending a jolt through your core as he gently laps at you. You whine, his name falling from your lips as he circles your entrance with his tongue. When he dips it inside, you moan, grinding yourself against his face. His hands clutch at your hips, holding you to his mouth as he devours you like a man starved. He closes his eyes as your cries reach a fever pitch, savoring each and every little noise that falls from between your lips. He moans when you fall apart on his tongue, your body twitching in his arms as you ride the euphoric waves of your orgasm. 

As you come down, you register the feeling of rough fabric on your skin as Santiago moves to hover over you. You sigh when his mouth finds yours again, his tongue brushing softly against yours as he slips it between your lips. You groan at the taste of yourself on his tongue, grasping at him in an effort to bring him closer to you. He grunts when his hardness presses against you, the rough fabric of his jeans creating a delicious friction. He ruts against you lazily as he drags his lips down your neck, mouthing at your pulse point.

“Santi,” you breathe, your fingers tangling in his curls. “Need you inside me.”

He hums, pressing a sly smile into your neck as he slides his hand between your legs again. You gasp as he fills you with his fingers again, shivering as he massages your sensitive inner walls.

“Like this?” he teases, voice soft as he nips at your earlobe.

You groan, both in pleasure and frustration, as he slowly fucks you with his fingers. 

“What do you need, querida?” he asks, nuzzling your cheek with his nose. “Tell me.”

“You,” you whine, clutching at his shoulders. “I need you, Santiago. Please.”

His thumb skims over your clit, fingers still pumping in and out of you slowly, so slowly. He bites his lip as you moan, watching your face with rapt attention. “Can you give me another one?”

You shake your head, hips tilting to meet his fingers despite your answer. 

“Can’t wait to feel you come around my cock,” he rasps, slightly picking up his pace. “So warm, so wet.”

“Please,” you breathe, cunt fluttering around his fingers. He groans at the feeling, rutting his clothed cock against your inner thigh. 

“Tan apretada,” he continues, panting as you clench around his fingers again, “Love how you squeeze me.” 

You’re close again, ready to fall off the edge into ecstasy—

And then he stops. Again.

“Fuck,” you cry in frustration, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as your high dissipates. “I swear to God, Santiago Garcia, if you don’t fuck me right now—”

He stops your mouth with his, kissing you hard as he settles in the cradle of your thighs. He’s naked—when had he taken off his clothes? You moan, winding your arms and legs around him, reveling in the feel of his skin against yours.

“Wait,” you say suddenly, breaking the kiss and pulling back a little. “Santi, your knees.”

His chuckle is breathless as he shakes his head. “Not really worried about my knees right now.”

You open your mouth to protest, but then he’s kissing you again, and all you can do is sigh. He takes hold of himself as he distracts you with his lips, sliding the tip of his cock through your sopping folds before positioning himself at your entrance. As he (finally) pushes into you, your breath hitches, your fingernails pressing into his back and leaving behind tiny crescents. He groans as he slides in, your body clenching around him, so warm, so tight.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he moans, his breath hot in your ear, stubble scratching your cheek.

You nod in agreement, carding your fingers through his curls as he buries his face into your neck. He sucks on the sweat-slicked skin there, his teeth nipping, dragging whines from between your lips. You shift, begging silently for him to move, for the delicious feeling of his cock plunging in and out of you.

When he does move, it’s slow, deep, his cock hitting that spot that makes you see stars with every languid thrust. You moan, electricity shooting through your body, making you quiver. He starts to whisper things in your ear, filthy things he wants to do to you, how good you feel wrapped around him—it’s so much, almost too much.

You’re so far gone now, head thrown back, pressing against the couch cushions as you moan, his hips snapping against yours in a steady, slow rhythm. As you near the edge again, he pulls back to look at your face, his pace never wavering. 

“Come for me, cariño,” he pants, pupils blown wide with lust.

You whine as he continues to fuck into you, his hand falling between your legs to swipe at your clit. A tingling begins beneath your skin as he circles your sensitive bud, pleasure shooting into every inch of your body. His pace falters as you flutter around him, your nails digging into his backside as you breathlessly chant your encouragement.

You come with a choked moan, one Santiago smothers with his kiss. He licks into your mouth, picking up the pace as he pistons his hips into yours, prolonging your release while also chasing his own. Your body shivers as the waves of pleasure flood through you, his cock hitting you so deep you swear you can feel it in your stomach. His hips stutter as he comes, a broken groan tumbling from between the plush lips still pressed against yours. His fingers are like a vice on your hips as he stills, leaning his forehead against your cheekbone as he tries to catch his breath.

You run your hands up down and his back as you both come down, your body still buzzing with pleasure. He’s still inside you and, after a moment, he looks up, eyes glassy and unreadable as they meet yours. 

You can’t tell what he’s thinking and you hate it. 

He grunts, slipping out of you and gingerly maneuvering himself so he’s sitting on the couch beside you.

“Hungry?” he asks finally, looking over at you as he massages his knees.

Ignoring the pang of disappointment that slices through you, you smile back. 

"Yeah. What’re you making me, Chef Santi?"

He sniffs a laugh, running a hand through his disheveled curls. “I meant that we could order something.”

“So, no arepas?”

“We can order arepas.”

“Not your arepas.”

He bites back a smile, shaking his head as a flush creeps up his neck. “Another time.”

“Tonight?”

He heaves a weary-sounding sigh, amusement in his eyes as he gazes at you. “Fine, querida. Tonight.”

You smile, sitting up and pecking his cheek in thanks. He ignores how the action makes his stomach flip.

“Let me get you some ice for those knees, old man,” you tease, grabbing his discarded t-shirt from the floor and pulling it on.

You ruffle his hair and he scoffs, ignoring the longing he feels as he watches you walk away.

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That Day in the Park

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader. Other Characters: Santiago “Pope” García, Will Miller, Benny Miller, Isabella Morales, Mollie, Hannah and Elena (OFC’s), Dalton (OMC mentioned)

Word Count: 6521

Warnings: Mutual Pining, mention of alcohol consumption, minor playground injury, medical issue in reader’s family, unwanted attention from co-worker (not involving the reader), angst due to misunderstanding but FLUFFFFFY ending because I must live up to my name ;)

Summary: You work as a receptionist for United Auto Shop, where Frankie Morales is one of the mechanics. Your friends encourage you to get a little closer to Frankie by asking him out, and his friends are telling him the same. By chance, you meet Frankie and his daughter, Isabella, at the park one Saturday afternoon. Could this be the start of something more than friendship?

A/N: This is my first time writing for this character, but I may write more for him or Pedro’s other characters in the future. Enjoy!

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"United Auto Shop, how may I help you?" you answered.

The person on the other end asked about making an appointment to have his vehicle examined. He gave you the year, make, model and other pertinent details about his car, which you jotted down on the legal pad next to your coffee.

"Our schedule is full for today, but we are open until noon tomorrow if you'd like to bring it in at that time. Otherwise, it will be Monday before one of our specialists can take a look," you explained as you reviewed the shop calendar. "Let me see....oh, I have a slot open on Monday, 11:00 a.m., if that works for you."

While you waited for the customer to check his schedule, one of the mechanics, Francisco (aka Frankie) Morales emerged from the garage. He was wiping his hands on a red shop towel when he approached your desk. He leaned over the edge to see what you were writing. You looked up and playfully pushed his head back with two fingers, causing him to chuckle.

"Perfect! Let me get your name and number and you'll be all set!" you beamed as you wrote down the information. "Thank you, sir, and we'll see you on Monday at 11:00 a.m.," you confirmed. After hanging up the phone, you grinned at the man in front of you. "What's up, Frankie?"

"Nada, taking a quick break that's all. Why didn't you schedule the customer for today? We can more than handle it," he wondered.

"I know, but it's Friday, and the start of your weekend with Isabella. I thought you should get out of here on time for once. You know, start the celebrating a little early," you explained with a shrug. "By the way, what are your plans with her this weekend?"

Frankie's eyes softened at hearing the reason behind your scheduling choice. You knew how important his time was with his daughter, that it meant everything to him. Therefore, your decision to move the customer's appointment to Monday shouldn't have been a surprise. "That's so thoughtful of you, gracias. I'm thinking about taking Isabella to the zoo or the park this weekend," he remarked, his smile still firmly in place.

"That sounds like fun! I have a couple of friends coming over tonight, but I'll probably spend the rest of the weekend cleaning and doing laundry," you mentioned.

"Whoa, sounds sexy," Frankie teased.

"Oh, Sr. Morales, you have no idea!" you exclaimed, playing along. "Especially when--" you held up your index finger as the sound of the ringing phone interrupted your banter with Frankie. "United Auto Shop, how may I help you?" you greeted the caller. Frankie rapped his knuckles twice on your desk, winked at you, then walked back into the main shop area.

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Later that evening, your apartment

"So, how's Mr. Hottie Mechanic?" your friend, Mollie, smirked.

You rolled your eyes. "Don't call him that," you groaned. "He's fine, it's his weekend to be with his daughter. Said he might take her to the park or the zoo," you explained.

"Hmm, maybe you should just accidentally decide to check out the lions and the elephants on the off-chance you'll run into him," Hannah suggested with a mischievous smile.

"Seriously, Hannah? You too? Like I don't get enough about this with Mollie. There is nothing going on with Frankie and me other than friendship," you declared emphatically.

Not that you didn't desperately wish otherwise. You and Frankie had a good working relationship, and you knew that a workplace romance would do nothing but jeopardize that. Besides, there were no indications that Frankie thought of you as anything more than a friend. For that reason, you kept your feelings for him locked away and hidden from anyone's view.

"Come on, he's single and thanks to you breaking up with Dalton the Jerk-Face, now you're single too. You're always telling us how sweet and kind Frankie is, in addition to being freaking gorgeous," Mollie remarked.

"Yeah, all we're saying is to give things a chance, you never know unless you try. We just want to see you happy," Hannah affirmed as she threw an arm around your shoulder.

You could see in their eyes that despite their teasing, Hannah and Mollie really did have your best interests at heart. Even if they went about it in an annoying manner. "I know, and I love you both for it. If I see an opportunity, with Frankie, I'll take it. Okay?" you proposed, to which they nodded. "All right. Now that we have that settled, what movie are we going to watch?"

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"Yo, 'Fish! I'm taking your last cold beer!" Benny called from the kitchen.

Frankie was upstairs getting his daughter settled for the night when Benny informed him of the beer shortage. He had given Isabella her bath, put her in pajamas and set her up with a Disney movie. He tucked her in, kissed her cheek, and whispered "goodnight, mija" before rejoining his friends. "Then you'd better call Pope and ask him to bring more when he comes over," Frankie replied on his way down the stairs.

"Already did that. Isabella in bed?" Will asked.

"Yeah, she's up there watching 'Tangled' for about the four-thousandth time," Frankie chuckled. "Should be asleep in no time, probably even before Rapunzel meets Flynn Ryder."

"What are your plans for the weekend?" Benny asked.

"I'm thinking of taking her to the park or the zoo tomorrow," Frankie mentioned.

"Perfect day for either one, maybe you'll have time to do both," Will suggested.

Frankie heard a knock at the door and went to answer it, only to find Santiago "Pope" García on the other side. "Hey, Pope, thanks for picking up more cold beer on the way," Frankie said as he stepped aside to let Santi in to the house.

"Well, I wouldn't have had to, if this tonto hadn't taken your last cerveza fría," Santi retorted. His gaze shifted to Benny, who just rolled his eyes in response.

"So 'Fish, how's work going? Shop been busy?" Will wondered.

"Yeah, and have you asked out that girl yet? You know, the hot one who answers the phone? I mean, the way you talk about her all the time, I'm surprised you haven't done something about it by now," Benny pointed out.

"Guys, it's not like that with her. There's nothing going on with her and me other than friendship," Frankie insisted.

Never mind how much he wished that there was something beyond friendship blooming between you. Ever since you started working at the shop, coming to work has been a bit more bearable for him. Whenever Frankie sees you, there's nearly always a smile on your face that radiates pure sunshine. You consistently treat him and everyone around you with such kindness, which is why it was easy to have feelings for you.

"But why not? You're single and she's single, right? Or is it because she has a boyfriend?" Santi asked.

"She did have one, but they broke up. Wanted to bust his nose, though, because she told me he cheated on her with some chick from the office where he worked. Que idiota," Frankie muttered. Frankie knew that if you were his, you'd never have to worry about him cheating on you. However, he also was aware that you were too good for him, so the opportunity to prove that fact would never come to pass.

"Look, 'Fish, all we want is for you to be happy. If this girl from the shop is your 'happy', then you owe it to yourself and your little girl to find out. You never know until you try, 'mano," Santi remarked, throwing an arm around Frankie's shoulder.

Frankie looked at the other two, seeing them nodding, then back at Santi a long minute before breaking out into laughter. "All right, all right. I'll keep it in mind. If I see an opportunity with her, I'll take it. Okay?" he replied.

"That's all we ask, 'Fish," Santi responded as he tapped his friend's chest a couple of times.

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The next day, you woke up to rays of sunlight streaming through your bedroom curtains and birds chirping happily outside your window. The clock said it was just after 9:00 a.m., so you decided to get up and enjoy the day. Dusting and laundry can wait, you thought. It had been a long week, and you deserved to treat yourself.

After you finished showering, you pulled out a pale yellow sundress from your bedroom closet. It had short, fluttery sleeves, small, multi-colored flowers embroidered randomly throughout the fabric, and the hem stopped at about mid-calf. You slipped on your white tennis shoes and grabbed your light-wash, cropped denim jacket from the closet by your door. In your small cross-body purse, you slid your phone and your wallet. Your keys went into the pocket of your jacket as you walked out the door.

Saturday was the day designated for the Farmer's Market in your neighborhood. You wandered through the stalls, checking out the fresh-picked vegetables and mouth-watering baked goods. There were vendors selling home-grown honey along with various flavors of fruit jams and preserves. At the end of it all was your favorite coffee shop that you rarely had a chance to stop at during the week before work. Since it was the weekend, you had time to indulge in an Iced Vanilla Caramel Latte with a strawberry and cream cheese pastry.

You lazily sipped at your coffee while you scrolled through your phone, catching up on current events and your social media. Every once in a while, you glanced at the people passing by while the sun gently caressed your skin. A light breeze kept the temperature at a comfortable level as you enjoyed the rest of your coffee. Once you'd finished your drink, you disposed of the cup and pastry wrapper in a nearby bin and headed for the park.

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"Daddy, push me on the swings!" Isabella called to Frankie.

"Okay mija, pick one and I'll be right there!" Frankie grinned as his daughter ran ahead of him.

They had been at the zoo for most of the morning, making sure to see all of the animals. They spent a good bit of their time watching the penguins run around like clumsy waiters. On their way out, they stopped at the gift shop, where Frankie bought Isabella a stuffed baby penguin as a souvenir.

Now they were at the park, Isabella giggling as Frankie pushed her on the swing. In between pushes, Frankie kept a watchful eye on his surroundings. During his scan, his eyes landed on a figure sitting on a bench in a pale yellow sundress, scrolling through her phone. Every so often, he saw her smile or laugh to herself. When he looked closer, he realized it was you, in person, at the same park as him and his daughter.

As you thumbed through the memes and videos on your phone, you felt as if there were eyes upon you. When you looked up, there was a man pushing a little girl on the swings and waving at you. Upon closer inspection, you realized it was Frankie Morales, which meant the girl on the swings had to be Isabella. You waved back and mouthed "hello" to him.

All at once, Frankie felt a blow to the stomach that threatened to knock the wind out of him. While his focus was on you, he wasn't paying attention and had missed that Isabella's swing was headed straight for him. It caught him by surprise and connected with his midsection, causing him to double over in pain. He dropped to his knees, the swing barely missing his head this time.

"Oh my God, Frankie! Are you all right?" you exclaimed, rushing over to his side.

Frankie tried to breathe normally, but could only take short, shallow breaths for the moment. "I'm....okay....I....think," he wheezed.

Isabella noticed that her swing was slowing down and that Frankie wasn't pushing her anymore. She turned around and saw her father on the ground, clutching his stomach in pain, so she jumped off the swing and ran to him. "Daddy! Are you okay??" she pleaded, nearly in tears.

"He's going to be fine, sweetie," you assured her. "He just needs a little break for a minute. I'm going to help him up so we can sit on this bench over here. When he stands up, can you take his hand and make sure he gets over there safely?" you asked.

Isabella looked at you and gravely nodded. You assisted Frankie in getting to his feet and when you wrapped your arm around Frankie's right side, his daughter tugged on his left hand. He sat down on the bench, groaning in relief, while you and Isabella joined him.

While you rubbed circles in Frankie's back trying to get him to relax, you looked for something to keep Isabella's thoughts occupied. You looked all around the park and noticed an ice cream vendor several yards away. Hopefully, they also sold beverages, because you could use a bottle of water, and you knew Frankie would benefit from one as well.

As you fished your wallet out of your purse, you could hear how worried Isabella was for her father. You reached over and gently put your hand on her shoulder. "Isabella, honey, your daddy is going to be okay, I promise. Do you know what I think will make him feel better? Look over there," you whispered, pointing at the ice cream truck.

Isabella's deep brown eyes followed your finger and when she saw what you were talking about, her face lit up with joy. "Ice cream, Daddy!" she shrieked then turned to you. "That will make him feel so much better! Me too," she admitted.

You caught Frankie's eye and his face broke out into a warm smile. "Okay, mija, let's get some ice cream," he relented.

When he reached for his wallet, you placed your hand on his arm. "Let me," you remarked softly. "Isabella? Would you like to go with me to the ice cream truck? I might need some help carrying stuff back to this bench," you explained.

Isabella locked eyes with her father, who was nodding his consent. She decided that if he said you were okay, then she would be safe with you. She scrambled off the bench and held out her hand, which you gladly took in yours. "We'll be right back, Daddy," she promised.

"Be a good girl, mija," Frankie cautioned. He felt his heart skip a beat when he saw his little girl's hand in yours, then it skipped again when you shot him a wink over your shoulder. His breathing seemed to become easier while he waited for you and Isabella to return with the refreshments.

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You were lost in thought while you waited for the ice cream, until you felt a small tug on your hand. A curious look was on Isabella's face as she seemed to be studying yours, likely trying to determine who you were. "How do you know my daddy?" she asked.

"We work at the same auto shop," you answered with a smile. "I answer the phones, and your daddy fixes the cars."

"Oh," she replied, then tilted her head up at you and carefully studied you. After what felt like an eternity, her face broke out into a shy smile. "You're pretty," she blurted out.

You could feel your cheeks getting warm. "Gracias," you responded softly. "And you are a beautiful young lady as well," you commented with a smile.

Isabella giggled and thanked you for the compliment. By this time, your order had been fulfilled, so you handed Isabella her mini-ice cream cone while you carried the ones for you and Frankie. Fortunately, she knew her father's favorite flavor, so you made sure to get him a heaping scoop of it.

By the time you had returned to the bench, Frankie looked like he was breathing much easier. You handed him his ice cream cone and a bottle of water then took a seat beside him. The two of you chatted between bites, as well as took turns keeping watch over Isabella.

To you, it felt so comfortable, so natural, as if things had always been this way between you and Frankie. But of course, it was not that way, and you had to work with her father. Rather than slip up and make things awkward by doing something dumb like admitting your feelings, you decided to say your goodbyes.

Frankie stood up quickly in alarm, despite his injury. "Is everything okay? Do you have to go so soon?" he implored.

"I'm so sorry, I really wish I could stay longer," you lamented.

Me too. "I understand, and I suppose we should get going too, so I can get this one something good for dinner," Frankie chuckled. "Bella, you want to say goodbye, thank her for the ice cream?" he remarked.

Isabella tugged on your hand until you knelt in front of her. "Thank you for the ice cream. Can you come over tomorrow?"

You chuckled softly. "You're very welcome, sweetie. I wish I could come over tomorrow, but I have things to do at my place that will sure keep me busy," you mentioned.

"Okay," Isabella sighed right before launching herself at you and throwing her arms around your neck. "Bye-bye," she mumbled against your shoulder.

Frankie stood there in surprise at his daughter's actions. A few times, he had introduced Isabella to women he'd met, but she hadn't really reacted to them the same way she did to you. Frankie shook his head and gently nudged his daughter. "Come on, mija, time for us to go, too," he stated gently, taking her hand.

"It was very nice to meet you, Isabella," you told her, and she waved at you with her free hand. "Bye, Frankie. See you on Monday," you added as you started walking home.

"Have a good night," he called. You smiled and waved goodbye, then resumed the path back to your apartment.

Isabella tugged on Frankie's hand. "I like her, daddy," she declared.

"Sí, mija. Yo también," he replied with an exhale as he watched you walk away.

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On your walk home, you were second-guessing your decision to end the outing in the park with Frankie and Isabella so early. But it was better to leave early than to accidentally blurt out your feelings for the man. Especially if he didn't return them, which could make things uncomfortable or tense at work.

His daughter was certainly a cutie-pie, with her chestnut curls and deep chocolate eyes, most likely gifted to her by her father. You had no idea what Isabella's mother looked like, but you knew she had to be gorgeous to give birth to such a beautiful child. Yet another reason to keep things at a certain distance with Frankie. He's way out of my league, you thought.

By this time, you had reached your apartment building. On the way up in the elevator, you pondered how to spend the rest of your evening. First, you made yourself a quick dinner of garlic buttered noodles with parmesan cheese sprinkled on top, then changed into comfy clothes. Next, you scrolled through the offerings from Netflix and settled on a series you'd started. It wasn't long before all the fresh air from being in the park caught up to you. Soon your eyes drifted closed, as a certain brown-eyed, curly-haired handsome man in a baseball cap appeared in your dreams.

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Estupido. Imbécil, Frankie berated himself. Why didn't he ask you out while he had the chance? It was such a surprise to see you at the park, that he wasn't paying attention to what he was doing. His slip-up earned him a well-placed blow to the midsection that, to be honest, was still causing him a bit of discomfort. It was well worth it, though, to watch how you perfectly you interacted with Isabella and how right away she seemed to latch on to you.

As he drove home, Frankie was vaguely aware of Isabella's chattering in the back seat. He thought she was singing to the radio or babbling to herself until she sounded upset with him. "Mija, what's wrong?" he asked, glancing in the rear-view mirror.

"You're not listening, Daddy! I asked you if you thought she was pretty!" Isabella responded angrily.

"Lo siento, Bella, for not hearing you, but who are you talking about?" he wondered.

Isabella rolled her eyes and huffed loudly in exasperation. "Your lady friend from work," she answered. "Do you like her? Do you think she's pretty?" she repeated.

While he considered his daughter's questions, a soft smile crept across his face. "Sí, mija. Ella es una mujer muy bonita," he grinned. "And yes, I do like her. She's a good friend, too."

His answer seemed to placate his daughter, because a beaming smile quickly replaced the pouty expression on her face. "Good. I like her too. Maybe you should ask her to come over for a playdate!" Isabella exclaimed.

Frankie chuckled at his daughter's choice of words. "Maybe I will sometime, Bella. Right now, you need to decide what you want for supper, and what movie you want to watch," he remarked.

When they reached his house and pulled into the driveway, Isabella was still considering her movie choices. She had narrowed down her food choice to spaghetti, but couldn't decide between "Beauty and the Beast" or "The Little Mermaid". By the time she had her dinner, her bath, and was in her pajamas, she had chosen. It wasn't long, though, before the fresh air caught up with her as well, and she was asleep.

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Over the next several weeks, there was a shift between you and Frankie, albeit a gradual one. The two of you started spending your lunch breaks together, taking turns on deciding where to go. There were a couple of diners close by the shop, or you checked out the various food trucks in the city. Frankie would always insist on paying, but you managed to snag a few lunch tickets here and there so he could save his money.

When you were gone for a week visiting your family, Frankie didn't quite know what to do with himself. He missed you like crazy, and lunches were a rather boring affair without you to try out new food choices with him. Even his friends noticed, so they took turns spending their mealtime with Frankie.

The shop hired a woman, Elena, as your temporary fill-in, who barely performed her duties and wasn't very organized. On more than a few nights, he was at the shop until a ridiculously late hour, which he did not appreciate. Luckily, the Miller brothers were able to pitch in and look after Isabella while he was at work. Still, Frankie hated missing out on that time he could've spent calling his daughter.

About the only thing Elena was capable of doing with any effort was flirting with the mechanics, Frankie in particular. While he acknowledged that she was an attractive woman with her long blond hair, piercing green eyes and swaying hips, his heart belonged to you. And the more he thought about it, he realized you likely had Isabella's heart as well.

Frankie tried to make it clear to Elena that he wasn't interested in her by dissuading her at every turn, but she continued to flirt with him. He took a lot of grief from the other mechanics about it, who wondered why he always discouraged her advances. Frankie couldn't tell them that the reason for not wanting to date Elena was that he wanted to go out with you.

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A couple of days before you were supposed to return from your vacation, you called the shop to speak to the shop manager, Antonio Vargas. Your reason for requesting time off was that your grandmother had a health scare and you were helping take care of things for your family. The visit wasn't supposed to last longer than a week, but the situation had changed. More time off was needed, and for that you had to speak to Antonio about it.

You were surprised when a woman answered the phone, but figured the shop must have hired a temp to answer the phones while you were gone. As Elena was telling you that Antonio wasn't available, you swore you heard Frankie's voice in the background. Your heart rate began to pick up and you smiled at just the thought of him, making you realize how much you missed him.

"Hold on a minute, I'll let you talk to Frankie, and he can have Antonio call you back," Elena muttered. Before she handed him the phone, you heard her tell Frankie not to forget their date after work. Your smile dropped and you heard nothing else after that except the blood pounding in your ears at the thought of Frankie now having a girlfriend.

Frankie was desperately trying to get your attention on the phone. "Hello? Are you there? What's going on, is everything okay?" he frantically asked.

Finally, you snapped out of your haze to answer his questions. You explained the situation with your grandmother, and how you needed some more time off to help your family. "Do you know when Antonio will be back?" you inquired.

"He's just out getting some lunch for us all, so he should be back soon. I'll be sure to tell him you called if you want to check back later," Frankie promised. "I hope everything will be all right with your abuela. Do you know how much longer you'll be out?"

You sighed deeply before answering. "Not sure. All depends on my grandma, but she's a strong lady," you remarked.

"Ah, so that's where you get it from," he chuckled weakly. He wanted so badly to correct your assumptions regarding what you heard. "Listen, about what Elena said--" he started but you interrupted him.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go, my mom needs me. Thank you, Sr. Morales. I'll call Sr. Vargas later and talk to him. Goodbye," you whispered before quickly hanging up the phone. As soon as the call disconnected, the tears started streaming down your face.

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Frankie handed the phone back to Elena with a glare, as he was upset about the turn of events with you. Not only would you be out of town for who knew how much longer, but he was going to have to put up with Elena while you were gone. "Why did you do that? Why did you say we were going out on a date after work? I've told you, that's never going to happen," he seethed.

Elena picked up a framed photo from the desk and pointed at you. "This? She is what you're choosing over me?" she asked in shock. "She's nowhere near as gorgeous as I am, probably spends all her time reading, and looks like such a homebody," Elena rolled her eyes as she stood up and walked around the desk. "You're out of her league, and should be with someone like me. I promise I will take care of your every, every need," she added in a sultry voice.

With every word Elena uttered, Frankie could feel himself getting more and more angry. How dare she put you down and insist that she's the better choice? In his eyes, there was no one better than you for him. You were smart, compassionate, generous, had a good sense of humor, and brightened his entire world. The past week without you has been dull and lifeless. There's been no sunshine in his days because he hasn't been able to see your smile. Now he wondered if or when he ever would again.

Frankie saw Elena moving to place her hands on his chest, so he stepped back before she could make contact. When she moved in again, he retreated again and held his hands up. "Stop. Right now. This, you and me, is never going to happen. My heart belongs to her, and nothing you can do or say will change that. This is bordering on harassment, and I'm going to talk to Antonio. I'll recommend to him that we find someone else to answer the phones until she gets back," he remarked.

Elena scoffed at Frankie's veiled threat. "Ha! You really think he's going to believe you over me? We'll see about that," she sneered, turning on her heel but coming to an abrupt stop. She didn't expect to see Antonio standing behind her. Elena had no idea how long he'd been there, watching her interaction with Frankie.

Antonio glared at Elena, his arms crossed over his chest. "I believe that's a very good idea, Morales. Elena, I'll be notifying your temp agency that today is the last day we need you here," he stated firmly.

Elena let out a shrill noise and stomped her way around the desk. She jerked open the desk drawer and yanked her purse out of it. "Don't bother, I quit," she spat out on her way to the door.

Antonio regarded Frankie for a few tense seconds before relaxing his arms and breaking out into a grin. "Man, am I glad she's out of here. She's been chasing after me for a date this whole time," he revealed. "Didn't really even do her job while she was here, either. Some of our long-time customers even told me she was a bit rude to them. I apologized and explained it was only temporary, that it should be resolved by the end of the week when our regular girl is back."

Frankie rubbed his hand across the back of his neck. "Uh, yeah, boss, about that," he started then explained about your phone call. He left out the part where Elena made you think that they were dating and how he could hear the sadness in your voice.

"I'll give her a call, find out how much longer she needs. In the meantime, I'll let the other guys know that we'll need to step up and answer the phones," Antonio declared. He noticed a faraway look in Frankie's eyes, which told him there was more going on than he had witnessed earlier. "Something else on your mind?" he asked.

Frankie nodded. "Coffee?" he offered before heading to Antonio's office with him to discuss it.

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When you talked with Antonio, you explained that you needed another week, then you'd be back to work. He told you not to worry, that they had things handled but they missed you and were looking forward to your return. In truth, you only spent another four days, then drove home to your apartment. You needed the extra time to figure out what to do about Frankie.

Elena and Frankie. That was going to take some getting used to, which was likely to be difficult for you. Best to just ignore them, put them out of your mind and focus on doing your job to the utmost of your ability. Besides, as long as Frankie is happy, and Elena treats Isabella properly, that's all that matters, right?

To make sure your return started on the right foot, you decided to bring in some treats. You had a tradition of baking a cake for Antonio and the other mechanics to celebrate on their birthdays. Perusing the contents of your cupboard, you found a mix for Apple Cinnamon Muffins and Banana Nut Muffins. You gathered your ingredients and utensils, preheated your oven, and got down to work.

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Today was the day you were going to return to the shop, and Frankie couldn't be more nervous. After that disastrous phone call, he wasn't sure how the day was going to go, but he knew he needed to talk to you. He had to tell you how much he missed seeing your bright smiling face as you greeted him every morning. Even Isabella had been asking about you, wanting to go to the park nearly every day just in case you would be there. He hated seeing her smile disappear when he reminded her you were out of town on vacation, visiting your family.

When Frankie saw your car in the parking lot, his heart rate picked up and his beaming smile threatened to split his face in two. This was it, he was going to talk to you and clear the air about his so-called relationship with Elena. He wanted to assure you that there was nothing going on between himself and Elena, never had been and never would be. Frankie vowed to be brave and confess to you that his heart always had and always would belong to you.

As he walked into the front office where you were, he could hear snippets of conversation, mostly about food. The other mechanics were crowded around your desk, where two large platters of muffins were sitting. Every once in a while, someone asked a question about your vacation, or mentioned how good it was that you were back.

"Thank you, everyone, it's good to be here. Don't get me wrong, my family is great, but it's not the same as being around this family. Ah, Sr. Morales," you called as soon as your eyes found him. "Good morning, please have a muffin."

Frankie slowly walked up to your desk, all the while trying to determine your mood and how best to start the conversation. "Good morning, it's good to see you," he murmured. His eyes darted around to see if anyone would be listening. Before he could ask to speak with you in private, the phone rang, signifying the start of the work day.

"United Auto Shop, how may I help you?" you asked. Frankie watched as you wrote down the customer's information without a glance in his direction. He backed away from your desk and headed to the shop area. What he didn't see was that your eyes followed him as he retreated, and how you tried to ignore the sting of tears.

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It wasn't until around lunch time that Frankie had an opportunity to speak to you without prying eyes or ears around. You were still on a phone call for a customer, but Frankie waited patiently until you were finished. "Something I can help you with, Sr. Morales?" you asked.

Frankie inwardly winced at the formal address, but pushed past those thoughts. "I was wondering if you had any plans for lunch today. I thought we could celebrate your return by checking out that new food truck--" he suggested, but you interrupted.

"Actually, I brought my lunch today. I have some catching up to do here, reorganizing and all. Besides, I figured you'd be having lunch with your girlfriend today and wouldn't have any time for me. Sorry," you explained.

Frankie took off his ball cap to run his hand through his hair in frustration. "If anyone owes any kind of apology, it's me. And about my girlfriend--" you broke in again.

"There's no need for an apology about having a girlfriend, you're certainly entitled to have one. It's not my place to tell you how you to spend your time away from work, or who to associate with. Now, if you'll excuse me--" This time it was his turn to interrupt you.

Frankie replaced his hat on his head and walked around to where you were sitting behind your desk. He dropped to his knees in front of you and took your hands in his. "Cariño, please, there is no girlfriend. Elena, she was chasing after all of us, even Antonio. That day you called, there was no date after work. There was never going to be a date after work that day or any other day," he implored.

"I don't understand, why would she say that?" you whispered.

"Because she was jealous of you, querida. I blocked her at every turn, and let me tell you, she was one determined woman. But she couldn't understand why I wanted to be with a woman that wasn't her," Frankie explained.

"So there is someone else," you remarked with a tinge of bitterness.

A soft smile graced Frankie's face. "Amor," he whispered as he grazed the back of his knuckles across your cheek. His smile grew as you closed your eyes and he felt you lean into his touch. "There is someone else, sí, but you know her very well. It's you, mi tesoro. You hold the key to my heart and also, dare I say, to Isabella's," he murmured. "Please tell me I haven't lost you."

You opened your eyes and took hold of the hand caressing your cheek, then kissed his palm. With a shake of your head, a few of the tears you'd been holding back sprung free and rolled down your face. Frankie gently removed his other hand from yours and brushed away the tears with the pad of his thumb. You gave him a watery smile. "You've had my heart since I met you, Francisco Morales," you whispered. "Um, if that invitation to lunch is still available, I would love to accept."

His hands dropped back to hold yours, then Frankie smiled. "What about the lunch you brought with you today?" he gently teased you.

"Pfft," you scoffed dismissively. "It'll be there for me to have another day. Right now, I would very much like to go out for lunch with you instead," you declared.

"As you wish," Frankie replied. When he stood up, he still had hold of your hands, so when he brought you up out of your chair, you were standing with him. Your faces were so close that a half-step more and you'd be kissing. The same thought must have occurred to Frankie as well, because the next sensation you felt was his lips on yours.

The kiss was a little hesitant at first, almost as if he were asking for permission. When he felt you return his kiss, everything changed. Frankie hungrily dove in to capture your lips with his own, his hand moving to cradle the back of your head to seal the connection. Your mouths moved in tandem, pressing and pulling, Frankie's soft lips driving you crazy. You gasped when you felt his tongue trace the seam of your lips. It created the perfect opportunity to slide it in and explore the inside of your warm mouth.

At the sound of someone's throat clearing, the kiss was broken and the two of you jumped apart like you were caught with your hands in the cookie jar. You and Frankie broke apart to see Antonio standing there, a knowing smirk on his face. "All I can say is, it's about time. There was so much pining going on between the two of you, it's a wonder I don't have a damn forest growing behind the shop," he quipped.

"We're uh....we were um....headed out to lunch, Antonio. If that's all right with you," Frankie stammered.

Antonio playfully rolled his eyes. "Get out of here, you two. And make sure you get some actual food for lunch, and not spend all your time making out," he muttered affectionately.

Frankie let out a laugh, and you joined him. He gazed lovingly at you and held out his elbow. "Shall we, mi amor?" he asked. You nodded, then slipped your arm around his and headed towards the door.

When you passed Antonio, you felt your cheeks grow warm and you ducked your head. Frankie gave him a quick, two-fingered salute, which Antonio returned as he shook his head. Once you were outside, Frankie turned to you and asked, "Where shall we go?"

You squeezed his arm and tilted your head to catch his eyes. "Anywhere, as long as I'm with you," you replied.

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@huffle-pissed @phoenixisred​

[kittyslikesfics]

I haven’t finished this yet but apparently this is how Pope got his cool call sign lol

[yes-ihavealwaysbeengreen]

Thirsty Thursday Thot... Santi & Will giving you multiple orgasms till your too sensitive, and later the rest of the boys wonder why you can’t walk and they can’t help but smile.

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Hi, anon! Thanks for the request! 

18 + Only 

You lay on the bed shivering, the gleam of sweat clinging to your skin. Will between your legs, drawing another orgasm from you with his talented tongue, Santi, pressing your breasts together and sucking your nipples like it’s the most delicious treat. Both of them have been at it for hours, and you are already oversensitive from the multiple orgasms they’ve given you. 

It started in the doorway. The second they locked the door, Santi had taken you against the living room wall, Will going to the bedroom to pull out all the toys. Then Will carries you to the bedroom, and they proceeded to fuck you on every available surface of the bedroom, using toys on your clit, and nipple clamps that Santi loved to hold the chain in his mouth and pull when he eats you out. Both of them putting their cocks inside your pussy at the same time, stretching you further than ever before. 

“Will,” you beg, “please, I can’t take anymore.” 

“One more baby, I know you can.” You shake and feel the clench of your belly before you cum all over his tongue. His tongue lapping at you until you push his head away and Santi’s head from your chest. 

“Enough,” you whimper. 

“Okay, baby,” Santi murmurs, “let’s get you cleaned up. The boys will be over soon for the bbq.” You moan, but they just chuckle. “I’m going to get started cooking, Will you got her?” 

Will nods and lifts you into his arms, carrying you into the bathroom and turning on the shower. When you are all cleaned up, you take a step and almost fall to the floor if Will hadn’t been there. He carries you to the living room and puts you on the couch, cuddling you close. “You okay, baby?” He nuzzles against your head, and you lean into his hold. 

“I’m okay, just can’t walk.” He chuckles and rubs patterns into your upper back. 

“Sleep; the boys won’t be here for a while.” 

[yes-ihavealwaysbeengreen]

I want this to be my life. ❤️❤️

Fishing Trip

Summary:Here is my entry for @rebelwrites writing challenge Santi and the crew going on a fishing trip.

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Another hot day in the south. Humid and sticky. Vacation time is fastly approaching.Both Apple and Santi are looking forward to getting away. Staying home is not an option. He thought that it would be a wonderful opportunity to go to the beach. Swim even to get in some fishing in. You thought it would be fun to invite the Millers. Both of them need some fun. Frankie jumps at the chance to go. His lady and daughter are going to his in-laws. He needs this kind of down time. Being a stay at home dad is draining. One thing he is looking forward to is fishing. That is how he loves to relax.

You and Santi arrive at the beach house. After taking the bags in. Unpacking is not in the cards right now. Just want to change into something comfortable,and head towards the beach. Feel the sand in their toes. Both of them want to get some alone time before everyone arrives. Santi sits you on his lap. Enjoying his strong arms. This is what you two need. His hands started to roam. Could not help himself. Lies down on the sand. Kisses you deeply when he hears some laughter. Looks up to see his buddies staring at them. Benny chuckles," can't wait to get it on? Come on man! Let's go fishing!" Santi pulls you up. Off to get the poles,and a bucket of worms Benny bought.

Everyone arrives at the pier. Going to a particular spot so they can catch something. Frankie was baiting his hook. Heard Benny asking about how Frankie got his nickname. Santi chuckles as he casted his line," you know how he got it. Caught a huge fish." Benny rolls his eyes," I know,but we want the version from the ones that knew him longer." You giggle," what fish told you was true,but he ever told what happened afterwards." You told them about how big the fish was,but never mentioned how hard it was to reel it in. Frankie had to ask Santi to help him reel it in. Frankie almost fell off the edge. Others tried not to laugh.

Two hours later. Nothing. No fish is biting. Everyone thought it would be a good idea to call it a day. Not until Will got a nibble. He tried to pull it in. He yells," some help would be righteous! Feels like a whopper! " the boys help him reel it in. Manage to pull up a nice fish. Big enough for at least three of them.that was fine. Santi and the others thought it would be a good idea to go to a fishing market to get more stuff to go with it.

After dinner. All of you are enjoying the fire. Roasting marshmallows. Also enjoying the laughter. It was getting late. The others went to their rooms. So you and santi can have some alone time. This is nice. Finally some alone time. You were getting tired. Santi carried you inside. Took a nice shower. To wash the sand off. Both of you snuggle close. Left the windows to let the breeze in. This is what you need. Snuggling with your man. This is gonna be a nice vacation.

[whatthefishh]

Headcanon that Santiago is a fucking music snob and fights for the aux cord

[imsylwanin]

MATCHING LAYOUT

Oscar Isaac as Santiago "Pope" García and Pedro Pascal as Francisco "Catfish" Morales in Triple Frontier (2019).

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