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[melodygatesauthor]

Santiago Garcia Blurbs

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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

more dbf!santi plsss 😫

smut warning !! also.. we all know I go feral when I see the words dads best friend i’m so sorry

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“Shut the fuck up, hermosa.”

You bite down on your fist, head thrown back into the mirror behind you. Santiago pulls your hips forward towards the edge of the vanity, sinking down to his knees on the tiled floor.

“I know you like this,” he murmurs into the inside of your thigh. “The idea of gettin’ caught… but let me tell you somethin’. The idea of getting caught is a whole lot hotter than it actually happening.”

You know he’s right - but you���ll die before you admit it. So instead, you shimmy your panties down your legs, letting them hang from your ankle.

“Then why don’t you hurry up and do something? Someone’s gonna notice we’re gone.”

With that, you tug at his salt and pepper hair, putting his face exactly where you want it.

“So bossy,” he hums, chuckling.

Santi dives in, licking a stripe up your core while his fingers bruise the skin of your thighs with a tight grip. Someone yells at the football on the TV downstairs and the both of you flinch, very aware that you’re walking on a tightrope here.

You have to stifle your moans as Santiago plays you like a violin. You’ve been doing this with each other long enough to know that he’s got you figured out - especially how to make you come as hard as possible, as quickly as possible.

He’s putting that knowledge to good use now, bringing you to the edge in a matter of minutes. He sucks your clit into his mouth as he slips two fingers into you, crooking them just right. You whimper, muffling the sound with the palm of your hand in desperation.

“Come on, bebita. That’s it, you know you wanna come. Give it to me like I know you can, pretty girl.”

His honeyed timbre vibrates through you, sending you flying into your climax. Your back arches off the vanity, thighs clamping shut around his head. Santi murmurs sweet nothings, prolonging your bliss for as long as he can.

The older man stands up suddenly, knees cracking and back stiff. Pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, he pulls your underwear back up your legs.

“As much as I love seeing you all fucked out and pretty, we need to get back down there. One of us does, at least.”

“You go,” you croak out. “I’m gonna sit in my room for a while.”

“Okay,” he laughs, fixing your hair with gentle fingers. “You gonna come over tomorrow?”

“Course I am. Dad thinks I’m with a friend all day.”

“So I have you all to myself for hours?”

You nod, fighting back a grin.

“You’re not gonna be able to walk for the rest of the week, hermosa. And that’s a promise.”

He winks before unlocking the door, slipping out quietly and leaving you with the anticipation of what’s to come.

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[youvebeenlivingfictional]

idk i'm just imagining like recent-divorcé and newly-single dad Santiago Garcia

doing his best to keep it together most days and spending several nights a week out

picking up women at bars, having quickies in cars, and coming home to relieve you, the babysitter, of babysitting duty at obscene hours

and it is so not your place, but after a particularly late night, one where he called twice to tell you that he'd be out even later than he thought, you wave him off as he reaches for his wallet.

"I owe you," He insists.

"This one's on me, Mr. Garcia. You, uh...You should try staying in once in a while, maybe spending some time with your daughter." You fight back a wave of nerves as his expression goes stormy, and you push on:

"She's young, but she'll remember you not being around. And I know you lost your wife, but she lost her mother. She misses you, and she needs you."

You take a couple of steps back, adding, "Goodnight," As you shut the door behind yourself.

You expect to never hear from the guy again, but you get a text later that week:

thanks for the wake up call

[writefightandflightclub]

Badonkadonk: a Santiago Garcia imagine

Gif by @santigarcia

IMAGINE.

Going jean shopping with Santiago “Pope” Garcia. You’re friends (though you wish you were more), and you’re at the mall together one Saturday (yes, obviously you also swung by Home Depot on the way), and he says he needs your help to pick some out.

Fine, you think. No problem.

But, as he ducks into the changing room with several pairs you realise your grave error. You realise who you’re dealing with here. You remember his… assets.

Any moment now, he’s going to be waltzing out in a succession of snug fits, parading his shapely badonkadonk right in front of you. 😱 Lifting up his t-shirt to show you the full shape, giving you a tiny sneak of that soft tum too.

This is outright warfare. But, it’s far too late to abort mission.

He comes out in the first pair and you thank the stars that they’re a little ill-fitting, actually. A little baggy, a little too long.

Phew. A close call. You tell him no. Not those ones.

But the jeans keep on getting progressively tighter as he sizes down, and every time he’s coming out, he’s doing a little pace around, a little twirl, a little jut of his hip, a pop of those shapely cheeks. And you have to look, because that’s the whole point, isn’t it? And all the while, he’s looking intently at your face, waiting for your opinion.

You feel see-through.

“Those ones,” you choke out, feeling a flood of heat rush to your face (and to other places). “Those look good on you. Get them.”

“Yeah?” He seems unsure, and he’s still turning his head over his shoulder, checking out his rump in the mirror.

“Trust me.”

“Are you okay?” He asks obliviously, upon seeing you begin to fan yourself with a promotional pamphlet.

“Sure. I’m just gonna go get some air.”

You wait outside of the store, all flustered, until he finally pops out, his new purchases all bagged up. Thankfully, you’ve composed yourself a little by then.

“You good?” he asks, stroking your arm like the tactile bastard he is.

“Yeah. Actually, yeah.” He smiles fondly at you, and you can’t help it, but a mischievous glint takes over your eyes. “You know what? There’s something I wanna get your opinion on too.”

“Sure. Happy to return the favour. What is it?”

“Lingerie. Come and help me try some on?”

Santiago’s eyes bug. Suddenly he is the one to look flustered.

Oh well. It’s definitely time for a bit of payback.

It’s also time to find out the answer to your question, once and for all. That is; whether you and Santiago can ever end up being more than friends.

From the way he’s drooling before you’ve even reached the store though, you’re pretty confident you already know the answer.

[campingwiththecharmings]

how i picture santi's face when he tries to pipe frosting on Christmas cookies and they're just as much of a disaster as the cupcakes you wrote about. Just doesn't compute. Why can't he as a pretty girl, I mean, competent man, make a fucking snowman that doesn't look like it's already been melting out in the summer-sun for an hour?!?! It should be easy!!! Happy Holidays!!!

and every single badly-decorated cookie is made with love, bless his precious little heart 🥺🥺🥺

"i think you're getting better, santi baby," you say encouragingly, gazing down at where santi's cookies are laid out on the counter.

"you're just sayin' that, cariño," he scoffs, cheeks reddening slightly as he brushes away imaginary debris to avoid making eye contact.

"am not," you say, lightly bumping his shoulder with yours.

he grunts, lips twitching as he grumbles inaudibly.

you smile, hugging him from the side and pressing a soft kiss against his stubbled cheek. "really, santi, they're perfect. i love them."

his gaze is hesitant when he finally meets your eyes again. "yeah?"

you nod, smile widening. "yeah."

satisfied, he smiles back, pulling you in for a proper kiss.

(sorry, my fingers slipped 🫣)

And thank you so much!! Happy Holidays to you as well ❤️❤️❤️

[alwritey-aphrodite]

Hey!!

Can I please number 21 fresh cut grass with either Frankie or Santiago please

2023 Summer Blurbs

Santiago was a caretaker: anything he could do to help one of the people he loves, he’d do it. It didn’t matter if it made his back hurt or his knees ache, if one of the people he cares about needs something, he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try.

That’s why he’s outside in 90 degree weather and trying to start his ancient lawn mower, and you’re inside making lemonade in the air conditioned kitchen.

You didn’t even ask Santi if he’d mow the lawn, he just knew how much you hated it and noticed that the grass was getting a little long. He wouldn’t even listen when you said it’s too hot, when you asked him if he’d wait until tomorrow when it wouldn’t be the same temperature as the sun.

But Santi being Santi, he pulled on some work clothes and kissed you on the forehead before going out to deal with the lawn. Earlier in the year, when it had first started getting warmer, you’d tried to convince him to splurge on a riding lawnmower, something that’d be easier on his knees, but he’d refused, claiming the lawnmower you have now works perfectly fine.

You wonder if he’s thinking that now when you hear his cursing coming into the kitchen on the warm breeze from the open window.

The noises of the lawnmower filter into the house through the open windows as you do housework, finishing the lemonade and the dishes before starting to fold the laundry. By the time you’ve folded and put most of the laundry away, the noises from the lawnmower have stopped and you hear the garage door open and shut.

Making your way downstairs, you see Santi sweaty and panting, slipping off the grass-stained shoes he only uses for yard work. His cheeks are all ruddy and he smells like freshly cut grass and the humidity of the day is making his curls all fluffy and defined and it takes everything in you not to drag him upstairs to the bedroom.

Instead, you pour him some lemonade and plant a kiss on his cheek, thanking him for all of his hard work outside.

“I’ve gotta head back out and do the Morales’ lawn while Frank’s outta town,” he tells you as he lowers himself into a kitchen chair and you’re thankful he’s looking the other way so he can’t scold you for the eyeroll you couldn’t contain.

“I’m sure Becca and Isabel can deal with an unruly lawn for a few days, or at least until it isn’t a billion degrees outside,” you tell him, even though you know he won’t listen to you. Santi would do anything for the people he loves, but sometimes his stubbornness rears up and he won’t listen to reason.

“C’mon,” you tell him, getting up to pour him another glass of lemonade, “how about you go shower and relax, and we can invite them over for dinner?”

“Fine,” Santi responds, draining his second glass before standing to place a kiss on your cheek, “thanks for protecting me from heatstroke.”

“It’s the least I could do.” You hope he understands just how much you mean that, understands that this is the least you could do after everything he does for you.

[qveerthe0ry]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @for-a-longlongtime 🎊🎈🎂

You are the best Tumblr friend anyone could ask for. I’m so grateful for you and your incredibly supportive (enabling) tendencies, your insanely beautiful fic writing brain, and the ear you always lend to me to vent to.

Also for the gif of Oscar Isaac’s Dick and Balls that you sent me earlier today that inspired me to write a little FishPope blurb 😌 This is my gift to you and I hope you enjoy 💕 Love you!!

Smush

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Santiago Garcia Rating: 18+ mdni Warnings: bulge worship, cock worship, cock warming

Sometimes Frankie just gets a little restless. 

He wants to relax. After a long day of work, and whatever project Santi’s got him working on in their garage, and making and/or eating dinner, all he wants to do is relax. 

He grabs a shower, sometimes with Santi, sometimes alone. He’ll change into pajamas— now that it’s summer, pajamas consist of underwear and a baggy old shirt. Then he grabs an ice cold beer and settles on the couch for some mind-numbing television while Santi reads or scrolls on his phone. 

But sometimes not even the most outlandish reality show can’t settle his restless mind.

Usually Santi notices it even before he does himself. A ‘knock it off’ grumbled at him above his reading glasses cues him in on the way he’s bouncing his leg up and down. 

Tonight, he’s grinding his teeth to some unidentifiable rhythm in his head. He only notices because he pinches his cheek between his molars and winces. His jaw aches a bit, he must’ve been at it for a while. 

He glances over to Santi. He’s got a really boring looking book in his hands, nestled in the corner of the couch. 

His thick thighs are spread open, inviting. Almost as inviting as the soft bulge protruding from his tight gray boxer briefs. 

Frankie’s mouth starts to water, alleviating that little nick his teeth caused. 

He shifts slowly at first, inconspicuous, and Santi doesn’t notice. So he moves again, lying out on their couch, so his head rests on Santi’s leg. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Getting comfy.”

“Hmm.”

Santi lifts one hand away from his book to ruffle Frankie’s curls and god, he’s got magic hands, the way one simple touch has his mind going pleasantly empty. 

He’s staring at Santi’s bulge now, shamelessly, since the man’s obstructing his view with his book. 

He knows it’s a mouthful, even completely flaccid. God, he bets it’s so warm and smooth. He shifts a little closer and takes a slow but deep breath and fuck. 

He smells so good. Even freshly showered, there’s always a hint of Santi’s natural musk, something so malty and deep that seeps through the fancy, expensive body wash he likes. 

Frankie wonders if it makes him a freak, that he likes it so much. Not that he really cares.

He wants more of it. He wants the smell and feel and taste of him all at once, to overwhelm him and just shut his brain off. 

So he adjusts up onto an elbow, and cranes his neck a bit, and smushes his face right at the apex of Santi’s thighs. 

“The fuck, Fish?”

Frankie inhales a big breath and hums it out before responding. 

“‘M restless.” 

His voice is muffled by Santi’s bulge, twitching now as the hot air from Frankie’s breath engulfs it. 

“Shit, yeah?”

“Mmmhm.”

Frankie hears a book page turn, and then Santi’s hand is back on his head once more. His nails scrape his scalp before his fingers really tangle and twist. 

“Wanna keep it warm for me, papi?” 

Frankie’s prick pulses where it’s trapped between his stomach and the couch. He nods, which only grinds his face against Santi’s package. 

It feels good, the softness of his underwear gently scraping the soft skin of his nose and cheeks. There’s and impossible heat radiating off of him, and Frankie seeks more of it, nuzzling around, rearranging his dick and balls as his face rubs against them. 

Santi hums and tilts his hips, nearly crushing Frankie’s nose as he seeks more friction, but even that sting is good, great. 

“Take it out.”

The nonchalant, commanding tone makes Frankie shiver. He whimpers a little, gives Santi’s package one more good smush before the fingers in his hair tug in warning. 

Frankie gets his fingers around the waistband, and Santi lifts his hips to help. Frankie licks his lips at the sight of his balls resting over the elastic, all warm and loose. 

He nudges Santi’s half-hard cock out of the way to nose at the base and lick the pronounced seam of his sac, to take a deep breath and inhale his intoxicating scent that’s even stronger now. He groans and grinds his own cock into the cushion under him for the smallest amount of relief. 

“Put it in your mouth, Fish.”

And he can’t protest, not with the way he has to swallow all the drool that’s pooled just from rubbing his face all over him. 

He tastes familiar. It settles him more than he’ll ever admit to anyone. The stretch of his jaw, the weight of Santi’s cock on his tongue, the tickle in the back of his throat. The novelty has never worn off, it just eggs him on. 

He starts to bob his head. Santi’s grip on his hair tightens. 

“Stop. Just keep it there.”

And even though he’s still a bossy prick, Santi’s murmur is softer and sweeter and less domineering than normal. 

Even so, Frankie obeys. 

He settles his head back down on his thick, fuzzy thigh and rests there. 

He suckles, still. More reflex than anything else. His tongue lies heavy on Santi’s frenulum as he swallows now and then.

The noisy static in his brain fizzles out as Santi’s dick fully inflates. His jaw stretches slowly in a welcome ache, and the scent of him is so heady and overwhelming as he shuts his eyes, and Santi’s hand in his hair pets and smooths and everything is quiet. 

Santi can’t wait until the next time Frankie’s restless.

[dameronscopilot]

dee's spicy sleepover appeteasers 🍑

below you'll find a running list of bite-sized, smutty blurbs from my spicy sleepovers.

all content is strictly 18+

marc spector + suit kink

marc spector + mirror sex

steven grant + breeding kink

steven grant + tie & batons

steven grant + birthday sex

jake lockley + counter sex

poe dameron + spit kink

poe dameron + doggy style

bradley bradshaw + morning sex

bradley brawshaw + lingerie

bob floyd + bondage

rhett abbott + outdoor sex

spencer dutton + thigh riding

kayce dutton + size kink

benny miller + cuddle sex

benny miller + shower sex

benny miller + voice kink, dirty talk

benny miller, santiago garcia + phone sex

[faretheeoscar]

FICS MASTERLIST

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🔞NSFW

🎄Special

✨SFW

MOON KNIGHT-CEMBER EVENT coming soon...

Marc Spector:

🔞Red Wings Marc Spector x f!Reader

✨Turning Frowns Marc Spector x Gn!Reader

Steven Grant:

🔞Intrusive Thoughts Steven Grant x f!Reader

✨But Steven I love him Swiftie!Steven Grant HC + Drawing (Warnings: Self Insert)

Jake Lockley:

🔞Lesson Learned Jake Lockley x f!Reader

🎄Life Day Poe Dameron x Gn!Reader

🔞Spicy Frequencies Poe Dameron x fem!Reader

🔞Sweet lies Jonatan Levy x f!reader

🎄Imperfectly, Perfect Christmas Santiago Garcia x gn!reader

🔞Sparring Sessions Santiago Garcia x Francisco Morales for the triplefrontier-anniversary event

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Needy Miguel series:

🔞Needy Miguel Miguel Ohara x SpiderFem

🔞Needy Miguel pt.2 Miguel Ohara x SpiderFem

🔞Needy Miguel pt.3 Miguel Ohara x SpiderFem

Blurbs and AU:

🔞Boyfriend! Miguel on your period

✨Promise Me Miguel FanArt & Writing AU for Non Violent Communication by @greensagephase

WIPS

🔞Needy Miguel pt.4 Miguel Ohara x SpiderFem

✨Bite me softer Miguel O’Hara x Gn!Reader

🔞Bite me harder Miguel O’Hara xGn!Reader

[fluffyprettykitty]

Spring Drabble Sleepover!!!

running from may 14th to may 19th

*time indicates when requests will be accepted, asks will be rolling through according to inspiration and time allowed!

Hello and welcome to me not having written anything since January???? Let's rectify this by celebrating a little as summer might have officially started but true summer doesn't start till late June here!

Onto the main thing now!

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What will you do is mix and match a character or several with one or several of the following categories provided. As usual, you know!

⋆ Polyamorous ships are always encouraged. No platonic or daughter! reader though.

⋆ Darker themes are welcomed at my discretion. Check my requests page for what I'm comfortable with.

⋆ Please only use a character from the ones already provided.

⋆ I will either turn them into blurbs or drabbles depending on my inspiration but you can suggest to me what it should be.

⋆ I will do female reader for smut prompts and gender-neutral for fluff prompts. All will be written vague and over 21.

⋆ You have to be strictly 18+ to participate.

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characters:

Sons of Anarchy: Chibs Telford, Juice Ortiz, Jax Teller

Star Wars: Cassian Andor, Poe Dameron

Marvel: Sam Wilson, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Billy Russo, Thor Odinson, Brock Rumlow, Layla El Faouly, Elektra Natchios, Bruce Banner, Marc Spector, Brunnhilde, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Joaquin Torres, Bucky Barnes

Triple Frontier: Benny Miller, Will Miller, Santiago Garcia

aus: bakery, book store, celebrity, detective, ghost, restaurant, porn star, tutor, maid, mechanic, mermaid, neighbour, stripper, werewolf, vampire.

kinks: breath play, cockwarming, phone sex, gloves, choking, strip tease, uniform/suit, titty fucking, dirty talk, sex toys, accidental stimulation, shower, sensory deprivation, somnophilia, lingerie, object insertion, lap dance, lactation, spanking, exhibitionism, handcuffs, clothes on, moresomes.

date ideas: day trip, road trip, library, museum, restaurant, camping, beach, drinks/bar, concert, walking, sightseeing, boat ride, dancing, spa, errands, shopping spree, cinema, coffee.

domestic situations: trying new recipes, painting nails, reading, cuddling, clothes shopping, packing for a trip, laundry, repairing things, changing bedsheets, ordering takeout, falling asleep, complaining about family, movie nights, doing dishes.

☆ Just combine as many as you want however you see fit! And of course, when it comes to domestic situations and date ideas you can think of other things or be more specific on one situation! ☆

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no pressure tagging: @that-sarcastic-writer @sunflowersteves @jen-with-a-pen @eulalielatibule @moonlight-prose @e-dubbc11 @soulores @targaryenvampireslayer

[melodygatesauthor]

Hey everyoneeeee!

I knew I wanted to do something for kinktober, but with the Zine still underway ( @the-oscar-isaac-collective ) and you know, my full time job ( it's ruining my fan fiction writing time wtf /hj ) I have to keep it real simple.

Pick a character

Pick a kink from the list below (I won't be doing kinks NOT on the list)

Send me an inbox. You can be anon or not!

Notes:

I'll write a little blurb, maybe more if I'm feeling exceptionally inspired, but for the most part the plan is to just keep it super simple. I don't have time to write full on one-shots for everyone anymore I'm sorry!!!

I picked characters I'm inspired to write right now.

If you want an AU (for instance, Mafia!Jake) please let me know!

All reader inserts will be f!reader (she/her pronouns, afab) unless you ask otherwise. I'm happy to do whatever, just let me know.

Dub/Non-con is fine

I'm not going to make any solid promises, but I'll try to do everyone's asks.

Characters

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Jake Lockley

King/Prince John

Blue Jones (Choose Asylum or Club Ver.)

Basil Stitt

Duke Leto

Nathan Bateman

Kane (Choose Shimmer or Normal Ver.)

Santiago Garcia

Poe Dameron

Peter B Parker

Howl Jenkins Pendragon

Logan Howlett

Kinks

Love Bites

Overstimulation

Bath/Shower

Public

Knife play

Monster*

Thigh Riding

Sex Pollen

Threesome

Bondage

Cockwarming

Rough Sex

Pegging

Hunter/Prey

Stripping

Anal

Double Penetration

Degradation

Glove Kink

Gun Play

Body Worship

Anonymous Sex

Size Kink

Free Use

Praise Kink

Darcryphilia (Crying)

Hand Job

Voyeurism

Somnophilia

Corruption

Hate Sex

Virginity

Edging

Breeding

Period Sex

Fingering

Creampie

Deep Throat

Cunnilingus (Pussy Eating)

Can't wait to see what you all send me!!

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

murphy congrats on 5k!!!! ahhh you deserve it all<3333

for the celebration, if possible could i request a lil blurb with the prompt “it’s always been you.” with dbf!santi?

once again congrats🥳🥳

Cards On The Table.

dads bestfriend!santiago garcia x female reader

warnings - cursing. unspecified age gap.

note - thank you babe!! you’re too sweet <3

written for my 5k celebration - post here, masterlist here, inbox here.

“Why are you being a brat?”

You scoff, shaking your head incredulously.

“Me? I’m being a brat?”

“Yeah. You are. Cut that shit out.”

You’re stood outside your front door, Santi’s fingers wrapped tightly around your wrist. Your family and friends are in the backyard, enjoying the barbecue that your dad is perfecting.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do, Santiago.”

He sighs deeply, hunching over and putting his hands on his knees. He looks as done as you feel.

“I didn’t drag you here to argue.”

“Then why did you?”

He’d snapped at you in the kitchen, one of your many comments of the day finally adding up. Snatching at your wrist, he’d pulled you forcefully out the front and onto the porch, shutting the door behind him quietly.

“I- I want to know what’s the matter with you. Why you’ve been so upset with me today.”

Your breath catches in your throat. You weren’t quite prepared for his honesty, or the fact that he’d noticed how unhappy you’ve been. You could tell him the truth, but that’ll open a whole new can of worms. So, you bow your head and sit down, silence engulfing you both.

“Hermosa-”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I’ve always called you that.”

“Yeah. Exactly.”

He’s quiet again, clearly unwilling to let the issue go. He moves to sit next to you, thigh pressing into yours.

“Please,” he begs. “What have I done, hmm? I don’t like feeling like you’re mad at me.”

You’re tired. Tired of fighting the way you feel, tired of protesting your mind all the time. So, you give up. You tear down your walls and let him in.

“Why did you bring her?” you whisper.

“Emma?”

“Yeah.”

“I- I don’t know. Your dad told me I should bring a date, and I just… I thought it would be alright. I didn’t really think it through.”

You process for a moment, unmoving.

“Is… is that why you’re upset with me, carinõ?”

You blink back tears. You feel stupid, having thought that there was something between the two of you. You know it’d be wrong, you know it’d be forbidden… but the heart wants what it wants. You figured that maybe your little crush would go away, but then… it didn’t. And all of a sudden, it felt like Santiago was looking at you differently. Speaking to you differently. Treating you differently.

“I don’t know.”

“Yes you do.”

“Then yeah. Maybe. Doesn’t matter now anyway.”

“It matters to me.”

You shake your head, biting at your bottom lip nervously. You can hear your parents jokingly shouting at each other in the back, competitive as ever as they play a game by the pool.

“Just leave it, Santi. Look, I’m sorry I was a bitch today. I didn’t mean to take it out on you, and I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”

He grabs your hand, rough skin against your soft palm.

“Look at me. Please.”

You tilt your chin up to meet his big brown eyes, warm and pleading.

“Cards on the table.”

“Cards on the table?”

“Cards on the table… I only invited Emma to try and get over you.”

Your breath catches in your throat as you look at him, mouth slightly agape. You’re trying to work out what this means, processing his words, but your brain keeps coming up empty.

“What?”

“I shouldn’t feel what I feel… but I do. And I knew it just wasn’t realistic, so, finally, I decided I needed to move on. Your dad suggested dating, and I thought fuck it, why not? Can’t hurt, right?”

He squeezes your hand, and continues.

“Wrong. It hurt so bad, sitting there with her and watching you watch me with that look in your eyes. Like I’d betrayed you or something. Which I guess, I kinda did.”

“I don’t- Santi, I… what are you saying?”

“I’m saying…”

He cradles your face in his hands, gazing at you pointedly.

“It’s always been you, hermosa.”

“It- it has?”

“Yeah,” he laughs, resting his forehead against yours. “And I know this is complicated, and confusing, and all sorts of wrong, but… I’m sick of denying what I want.”

“We can figure it out,” you whisper. “It’ll take time, but, we can.”

“I know we can. I know.”

He leans in and presses his lips to yours, gently and tenderly.

“We’ll take it one day at a time,” he reassures against your mouth.

You nod, pulling back to rest your head on his chest.

“You can start by taking Emma home,” you mumble into his t shirt.

He laughs, pulling you in closer.

“You’re something else, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told,” you chuckle, wrapping your arms around his back.

“One day at a time,” he reassures quietly, rubbing patterns into your bare shoulders.

“One day at a time.”

[1donoow]

MIX FANDOM FANFIC REC PT.1

[Fanfics i've read]

Edited

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♡ - smut

Mostly fluff

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The letter room [richard alonzo muñoz]

MPHFPC [Alma peregrine][Enoch O'Connor]

encanto [the madrigals][camilo madrigal]

a series of unfortunate events [klaus baudelaire][violet baudelaire]

harry potter [weasley twins][neville longbottom][luna lovegoods]

narnia [Edmund pevensie]

triple frontier [santiago garcia]

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———THE LETTER ROOM———

richard alonzo muñoz

@marvel-and-mischief - matching pyjamas

——————MPHFPC——————

@dapperappleton - imagine being an ymbryne and having your own loop

- imagine taking care of clair and olive

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Alma peregrine

@vostokovasmelina - sleeping next to alma lefay perigine would include

@multifandomfix - imagine alma loving it when you paint her and the children

@zafirosreverie - an special case

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Enoch O'Connor

@she-writes-with-kisses - quiet

- space jump

@dapperappleton - imagine being able to create death and dating enoch

@clean-bands-dirty-stories - shirtsleeves

@klineinie - blanketed

@imaginefan - story time

@y2fandom - sending him cute things

@frost-queen - no pain

@maeby-bby - you fluster me

@pink-princess-pussy-pop - dating enoch would include

————— ENCANTO ——————

madrigal

@cloud-9ine - madrigal reacting to being called their full name

@camilosnovia - there's two of them

- Madrigal Adults reacting to child!reader giving them gifts

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Camilo madrigal

@sesamestreet47 - camilo w/ a tall s/o

- Camilo with a shy, sweet girlfriend

- friends

@nixthewolf - camilo simping over reader

@radiorenjun - shape-shifting frolics

@madrihoes - camilo nickname

@cloud-9ine - with or without you

@magicalencanto - camilo's s/o having power like pepa

@multificsworld - ___

- Tu Alma Tan Hermosa, Como La Luna

@caramellahoney - future daughter-in-law

- wait no wait-

@luvrcami - camilo headcannon

@bumblesimagines - being friends with camilo

@mihlo - camilo with fem s/o who wears glasses

@dos-oroguitas - angelita

- ay mamacita

— A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS —

klaus Baudelaire

@strangerdangerwrites - incompatible

@a-second-hand-sorrow - goodnight

- Not a problem

@ssadumba55 - not that easy

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violet Baudelaire

@trustsalvatorewriting - dating violet Baudelaire would include

————HARRY POTTER————

@archivesofthevoid - Pulling their hair while making out

- The boys (+ Percy) stealing a kiss on the way to class hc

@lithiumfae - sexy habits they have (marauders)

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weasley twins

@therandomficwriter - The Weasley Twins Having A Crush On You

@lilahisntsadanymore - Slytherin sunshine (fred)

@moonlit-imagines - ___

@therandomficwriter - weasley twins with a non ticklish s/o

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neville longbottom

@hogwartseighthyear - crush

@very-unsirius - blurb

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luna lovegoods

@iamthemain-character - Falling in Love with Luna Lovegood

@fromforeigntofamiliarity - taming cowardly lions

@sublimecatgalaxy - ___

——————NARNIA——————

Edmund pevensie

@pink-princess-pussy-pop - dating edmund would include

@wrenwreads - she's enough

- wardrobe malfunctions

@witchthewriter - being king edmund's wife would include

@pariahsparadise - warm pt.2

———TRIPLE FRONTIER ———

@violentdelightsandviolentends - tethered ♡

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santiago garcia

@stormkobra-5 - ___♡

[runa-falls]

i was not ready to get SLAMMED with emotions at the end

like it was all spicy and hot -- then WHAM:

"His name is a prayer, every damn time you say it.

A prayer that he never gets sick of hearing it sound out from your lips; for, after all, you know. Know how afraid he is of no longer being needed."

HELLO???? IM CRYING??

and the fluff -- OOOOO am i a sucker for fluff :3 thank you so much for sharing santi's vulnerable side with us ahhh

Say my name: (Santiago “Pope” Garcia x reader)

Blorbo thought of the day #4

A/n: pwp but with feelings (a dash of fluff and a dash of angst). Blurb. Few hundred words - and I think it turned out pretty well (or maybe I’m just hor-nee 😇😈🤣).

Minors interacting will be blocked. NSFW, 18+ only

GIF by clonecaptains

Santiago is buried in you, holding you still on his rigid cock, strong hands pinning your hips as you moan in frustration that he won’t let you move.

“Can’t behave, mhmm?” He asks breathily as you whine for more friction, a smug lopsided smile with the breath punched out of it inching across his pretty mouth. He bucks his hips up, up, up, in search of the limit deep inside you, the head of his cock pushing against a part of you which is deep enough that it almost feels unpleasant. Almost.

“Santiago,” you plead, voice cracked open by want.

His head is thrown back on the pillow and, even in your state of undone desperation, you feel a dull sense of satisfaction that you’re getting to him, eroding his firm, unerring control. His teeth tug over his taut lips, his curls splaying out as his head writhes back into the pillow. His jaw tips up as he submits a harsh grunt into the air, all for you.

He wants to move too. Needs to.

“Santiago,” you purr, from deeper in your chest this time, more brazen, husky, all frayed edges, knowing how he so loves to hear his name spill so desperately from the lips he so recently plumped with his full, veined cock. From the mouth he’s just been buried in.

His hands claw into the meat of your hips and he struggles for purchase against your sweat-slicked body, which only causes his grip to tighten, divots carved into the forgiving swell of you by his fingertips.

His eyes dance over you, as a low keen cracks in his throat, and you know he wants more.

Only ever more, from you.

He pulls you down on him, still pinning you here and you can’t move, don’t have the will to, your body half boneless already. You can’t rise on your knees but you do cant your hips; ever so slightly, as much as you can, gliding them in a circle so that your walls massage the flushed, throbbing head of his cock where it’s buried all the way in you.

“Fuck. Jesus. Christ.”

His punched-out expletives and praise are like music to you, and so you do it again. The slow drag and tight hug of you making his breath billow in gusts past the circle of his plush lips.

You do it again, and his fingers are giving up, grip slack, his eyes rolling back in his head. Eyes fluttering closed now, until you have him on the brink of losing control…

And that’s it.

That’s when he snaps; because he moves to take it back.

He snaps his hips up brutally, with renewed vigour. Thrusting up into you until the force of it is knocking you forward on to your arms, palms planting either side of his head. Fucks into you, until you’re hinging at the hips, your chest pressed up against him. Skin sticky and salty and slick - with a dash of cool metal slipped between you; but it’s nowhere near as wet as the flood between your legs. The flood of wet as Santi pistons in and out of you, planting his feet to the mattress and folding his knees skyward to better push himself into you, giving you everything.

Your clit grinding roughly against him - against the soft swell of his tummy there and the coarse thatch of hair and fuck-

Oh God.

You’re going…

You need to…

Your head lolls forward, arms folding around his head, fingertips grazing the ribbons of his soft curls and the prickle of his undercut. Your ragged, discombobulated breath settling haphazardly against the column of his throat and his cock fucking into you until you’re practically limp on top of him. As though he is the only thing giving you shape.

You’re right on the edge.

Of yourself.

Of him.

Of everything.

So close to the edge where he’s kept you for so long because he loves to make you need him. Gets off on you needing him so badly, because he’s so afraid. Afraid one day you won’t- need him - and it makes you want to hold him tighter than he’s ever been held and your cunt clenches down on him as though chasing that sentiment on your behalf.

He stutters. Stutters broken syllables and he stutters his hips clumsily up into you as you take him to his own edge.

You hold him. Bury your moans in the apex of his shoulder, sucking on the sweet, salted skin there, marking him with meadows of purple bloom like the flushed head of him which drags against your sweet spot.

And then.

Then his voice is burying itself in the shell of your ear as deep as he’s buried in your heat. In your heart. “Give me what I need, Princesa.”

You will.

You will give him what he needs. Always.

You shove your tongue over his. Still hungry. Always needing more. Always more when it comes to him. You lick the exertion from his lips. The taste of your own arousal. You feel the wetness and the warmth and the graze of his stubble and this divine, building pressure within you.

You would give him anything; and, gladly, you will give him this.

Your pleasure spills over for him - and then, he is spilling into you. Spilling into you as you speak his name whisper soft against his cheek like it is a prayer on a delicate leaf of paper. Dance your fingers over him like he’s your rosary. Confess yourself to him in moans and breath until he’s shaking. His whole body trembling. Fucking himself up into you to fill you, until you’re so full that it’s spilling out around him. Crawling down your thighs, his balls. All slick and full and sated.

“Santiago,” you suspire weakly but full of feeling, in total disbelief as your body continues to convulse with aftershocks. Tasting him like the lingering flood of sweet, full fruit over your tongue.

“Fuck,” he growls, scraping you with his sandpaper jaw as his smooth, supple tongue urgently seeks out yours. “I love it when you say my name.”

He kisses your smile, and he softens inside of you.

So soft.

So afraid to lose control.

So desperate to be needed.

Santiago.

Well. You’ll be desperate for him anytime.

Will always need him.

You’ll even say his name like it’s a prayer, reciting it over and over, until it is indistinguishable from breathing. Until you need him just as badly.

You do.

You have.

He shifts you, gently, slowly - scooping you up and cradling you against his smooth, warm chest as he sighs out every scrap of tension. As he lets himself feel safe with you - and, for him, that is no small thing at all.

And, as he brings your hand up to his lips and he kisses every knuckle in turn, your quickened heartbeat even drums his name.

His name is a prayer, every damn time you say it.

A prayer that he never gets sick of hearing it sound out from your lips; for, after all, you know. Know how afraid he is of no longer being needed.

He is afraid enough of it that he could even run while you still do; need him.

Need him like he’s air.

You have.

You do.

You already do.

And so, maybe, even as he holds you like all of his prayers have been answered…

… it is you who is most afraid of all.

[campingwiththecharmings]

*These weren’t necessarily written and/or posted in December, but that’s when I read them 😊

🔥 - explicit/mature content

Star Wars

Christmas Tree Farm (Modern!Poe Dameron x Reader) - @dailyreverie

Headcanons for Poe with someone shy and quiet - @ivystoryweaver

🔥Santa Baby (Modern!Poe Dameron x Reader) - @dailyreverie

Moon Knight

🔥Somnophilia (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @juneknight

Perks of Being a Wallflower (Jake Lockley x Plus Size!F!Reader) - @soft-girl-musings

Blossoms & Whiskers (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

It's Cold Outside (Steven Grant x Reader) - @dailyreverie

🔥My Turn (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @runa-falls

🔥Study Buddy (Uni!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

The Old Oak (Jake Lockley x Reader) - @mccn-bcys

Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps (Noir!Jake Lockley x WOC Lounge Singer!Reader) - @soft-girl-musings

🔥Divine Nights (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @moonlight-prose

🔥Helpless (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Audible (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @juneknight

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

🔥Always Yours, Never Mine (Yandere Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor (new chapter means it gets rec-ed again 😌)

🔥Scratches and Bites (Miguel O'Hara x Spidergirl!Reader) - @runa-falls

🔥After Dark (Dark!Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @runa-falls

Ex Machina

🔥Centerpiece (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Accidental Kiss (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - @youvebeenlivingfictional

🔥Kinktober Day 9 (Pegging) (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - @youvebeenlivingfictional

🔥(Not) Good Enough (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - @midgardian-witch

🔥Sugar & Spice (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy

Untitled Soft Nathan blurb (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Triple Frontier

🔥Santi & Aftercare (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @runa-falls

Narcos

🔥Tied Together (Javier Peña x Black!F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Mojave

🔥Cruel Intentions (Jack x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy

Won't Back Down

🔥High Tension (Youth Pastor!Michael Perry x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy

Inside Llewyn Davis

Untitled Sweet, Fluffy blurb (Llewyn Davis x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️

*For more recs, please feel free to check out my fic rec tag.

**If you’d like to have your fic removed from the list, I completely understand, just let me know

[alwritey-aphrodite]

Hii! Hope I'm not too late for this but may I please request Swingsets and tree houses with Santi for your summer blurbs please?🥺

I hope it’s alright that I made this an I’ll Be Back Again To Stay drabble, I just miss those two losers

2023 Summer Blurbs

As much as you loved living with Santi, loved getting to spend every day with him and Inez, it was clear that his house was never designed with children in mind. While turning the gray walls in Santi’s office into the pink walls of Inez’s room was an easy fix, your daughter’s immense boredom in the summer was not so simple to solve.

With Inez out of school, it’s clear that the open, flat backyard wasn’t going to cut it anymore, so you spent most of your free time researching different play structures.

“I can just build her something,” Santi says to you one night as he slips into bed next to you.

“Are you sure?” You ask, remembering the time a few months ago when he tried to put together Inez’s new bed. You’d needed to call over both Frankie and Benny before it was finished.

“Of course, honey,” he responds with a kiss on your forehead before he turns off the lights, “I’ll get started this weekend.”

When Saturday rolls around, you wake up at seven with Santiago’s side of the bed already cold. Coming downstairs, you see Inez on the couch watching cartoons and Santi in the backyard with a stack of lumber.

“What’s your dad doing?” You mumble, looking out the window at Santi as he tries to hold up two pieces of wood.

Your daughter just shrugs, and you’re about to open the back door and ask if Santi wants you to call the boys for help when you remember how badly he wanted to build this for Inez all by himself. The rest of your morning is spent keeping Inez and Toby busy while stealing glances out the window to keep track of Santi’s progress every few minutes.

By the time lunch rolls around, there are four wooden posts in the ground and other than that, you’re not really sure what the structure is supposed to be. Santi’s sweaty and frustrated when you call him in for lunch, but he smiles at Inez and answers all her questions about his project anyway.

“You want me to call Frankie?” Santi shoots you a glare, one that says I can do this myself but you just raise your hands like you’re settling a startled animal. “Just for an extra set of hands.”

Santiago still seems opposed to asking for any sort of help from his friends, but when he heads back outside to continue work on the play structure you give Frankie a call anyway. Really, it’s to see if Maria wanted to keep Inez company for a while, but you might have slipped in a little information about Santi’s project and his refusal to ask for help.

A few minutes later, Maria and Frankie and his tools are at your front door. Inez squeals with delight when she sees her best friend, and the two of them practically sprint upstairs to play. Frankie makes his way to the back door, sighing when he sees Santiago struggling. You just sit on the couch, watching the two men approach each other out of the corner of your eye.

It’s late when Frankie comes inside to take Maria home, and you thank him for everything from your spot on the couch, your daughter sprawled across your lap keeping you from moving. You carry Inez up to bed before getting ready for sleep yourself, and you’re surprised when Santi’s already under the covers.

After spending all day working on that play structure, you know his knees and back and neck must be killing him, so you wordlessly tell him to flip onto his stomach so you can try to knead some of the tension out of him.

“Thanks for calling Frank,” he mumbles into the pillow, and you can tell he’s embarrassed to admit this, embarrassed to admit that he couldn’t do it all by himself.

“Thank you for working so hard to give Inez something to do outside,” you respond instead of gloating, placing a kiss at the base of his neck.

When Inez wakes and sees her new play structure outside, she’s buzzing with excitement and races through breakfast and getting ready for the day. Santi wakes later, dealing with aches throughout his body but he thinks it’s all worth it when he sees his daughter playing and having fun with something he built just for her. He’d take all the pain in the world if it meant Inez would be as happy as she is right now.